Problem was, a bloody sex school was completely the wrong place for someone like her. She sneaked a glance at Mr Hunter and shuddered as his gaze lingered on her.
Hunter.
That sounded about right.
Ms. Pembroke continued, “Lessons will consist of individual and group classes. You will have a mentor assigned to each of you but you will also spend time with each teacher. While we encourage you to bond with your mentor, we do not allow relationships between staff and pupils. Once in class, you do not speak unless instructed and disobedience will be disciplined.”
A thrill trickled down Laura’s spine and her cunt pulsed. It must have been the sexy atmosphere or something as she sure as hell didn’t like the idea of being punished. All that spanking and stuff… no way, not for her. She squirmed, feeling the dampness in her knickers. Why her pussy thought otherwise, she didn’t know.
“Your uniforms are waiting for you in the dorm. You are to wear them between the hours of 9am and 9pm. Dinner will be served in the dining hall in a moment and I expect you to be washed and ready for your first class in an hour. You will also visit the spa every morning for an enema. This is not a request,” Ms. Pembroke added, “but a requirement.”
Sneaking a sideways glance at the two other women, Laura expected to see the same anguished expression. Simone, however, looked as eager as Charlotte to begin. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted with excitement and she wriggled in her chair.
“Your lessons will begin tonight. We will form every part of you, mentally and physically into the perfect sub. Etiquette, discipline, orgasm control will all be covered. Before we start, do you have any questions? Once you start your first class, I will assume that you are happy to continue and this is your last chance to speak freely.”
Laura shook her head as Ms. Pembroke eyed them closely.
“When do we meet our mentors?” Simone asked.
“Tomorrow.”
“And what if we don’t like them?”
“You will,” Ms. Pembroke answered curtly. “Our teachers are highly trained, highly experienced Doms. They have been chosen according to your psychological evaluation. And, quite frankly, you will have no choice but to like them.”
Simone sniggered. “Well that told me.”
“Simone, while you may speak freely now, I suggest you try and behave as a sub should. Then you may not find it so difficult to hold your tongue during class.”
“Yes, Ms. Pembroke,” she muttered.
“Right, anything else? No. Eat and be in west wing reception room at 8pm sharp.”
“Yes, Ms. Pembroke,” they chorused as Mr Hunter cast his severe gaze over them.
Laura gulped. She hoped he didn’t do any mentoring. He scared the hell out of her.
***
Simone whirled into the room, smoothing her hands over her uniform. “Well, ladies, what do you think?”
Laura studied her with a heavy swallow. Simone’s big breasts filled the soft black lace bra perfectly and a strip of lace dipped below her short black skirt. Laura knew that the strip would follow the line of Simone’s pussy, before splitting over her lips and up her arse.
“You look amazing,” Charlotte breathed. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to carry it off as well as you do.”
Laura snorted as she wiggled into hers. “I don’t know if I can get used to being half naked in front of a load of strange men.” Nudity didn’t bother her particularly, but in front of men she didn’t know…or…or Hunter. Christ, what a thought.
“Sweetheart, before long you’ll be dying to be naked in front of all these strange men. From what I hear, these guys are that good that they can make you come just by using their voice.” Simone grinned.
“Wow.” Charlotte breathed.
Come on command? She’d need a miracle worker for that!
As she pulled on her ‘uniform’, her nipples pebbled. She positioned the strips of lace either side of her pussy lips and traced them around her hips, making sure the lace
Hunter.
That sounded about right.
Ms. Pembroke continued, “Lessons will consist of individual and group classes. You will have a mentor assigned to each of you but you will also spend time with each teacher. While we encourage you to bond with your mentor, we do not allow relationships between staff and pupils. Once in class, you do not speak unless instructed and disobedience will be disciplined.”
A thrill trickled down Laura’s spine and her cunt pulsed. It must have been the sexy atmosphere or something as she sure as hell didn’t like the idea of being punished. All that spanking and stuff… no way, not for her. She squirmed, feeling the dampness in her knickers. Why her pussy thought otherwise, she didn’t know.
“Your uniforms are waiting for you in the dorm. You are to wear them between the hours of 9am and 9pm. Dinner will be served in the dining hall in a moment and I expect you to be washed and ready for your first class in an hour. You will also visit the spa every morning for an enema. This is not a request,” Ms. Pembroke added, “but a requirement.”
Sneaking a sideways glance at the two other women, Laura expected to see the same anguished expression. Simone, however, looked as eager as Charlotte to begin. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted with excitement and she wriggled in her chair.
“Your lessons will begin tonight. We will form every part of you, mentally and physically into the perfect sub. Etiquette, discipline, orgasm control will all be covered. Before we start, do you have any questions? Once you start your first class, I will assume that you are happy to continue and this is your last chance to speak freely.”
Laura shook her head as Ms. Pembroke eyed them closely.
“When do we meet our mentors?” Simone asked.
“Tomorrow.”
“And what if we don’t like them?”
“You will,” Ms. Pembroke answered curtly. “Our teachers are highly trained, highly experienced Doms. They have been chosen according to your psychological evaluation. And, quite frankly, you will have no choice but to like them.”
Simone sniggered. “Well that told me.”
“Simone, while you may speak freely now, I suggest you try and behave as a sub should. Then you may not find it so difficult to hold your tongue during class.”
“Yes, Ms. Pembroke,” she muttered.
“Right, anything else? No. Eat and be in west wing reception room at 8pm sharp.”
“Yes, Ms. Pembroke,” they chorused as Mr Hunter cast his severe gaze over them.
Laura gulped. She hoped he didn’t do any mentoring. He scared the hell out of her.
***
Simone whirled into the room, smoothing her hands over her uniform. “Well, ladies, what do you think?”
Laura studied her with a heavy swallow. Simone’s big breasts filled the soft black lace bra perfectly and a strip of lace dipped below her short black skirt. Laura knew that the strip would follow the line of Simone’s pussy, before splitting over her lips and up her arse.
“You look amazing,” Charlotte breathed. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to carry it off as well as you do.”
Laura snorted as she wiggled into hers. “I don’t know if I can get used to being half naked in front of a load of strange men.” Nudity didn’t bother her particularly, but in front of men she didn’t know…or…or Hunter. Christ, what a thought.
“Sweetheart, before long you’ll be dying to be naked in front of all these strange men. From what I hear, these guys are that good that they can make you come just by using their voice.” Simone grinned.
“Wow.” Charlotte breathed.
Come on command? She’d need a miracle worker for that!
As she pulled on her ‘uniform’, her nipples pebbled. She positioned the strips of lace either side of her pussy lips and traced them around her hips, making sure the lace
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