Fall Into Line 🖤

Your longtime neighbour, Mrs Hansen, was always a slightly cruel flirt. From your teen years to your current maturity, she knew exactly how to press your buttons. Being such a regular visitor to the family home gave her ample opportunity to torture you.

But who knew that red boots in particular would render you so helpless? Along with the handcuffs you’re wearing and a ripe pair of her silky panties in your mouth.

“You’re such a weak boy for me. I haven’t even asked you to do anything, and you’re already crawling to me.”

“Oh, that little pvc maid’s outfit is perfect on you, Daniel. I know you bought it for me….but I’m just not the domestic type.”

“So here we are again, Minister. A gloved handjob in the back your car. All very grubby, but for the money you’re paying……I’m happy to provide a service.”

Rebecca nervously approached Miss Blake’s study. After yesterday’s first lesson, it seemed that the student had begun to win over her hard faced educator, especially as she was now summoned for a private lesson with the lady herself.

Little was known about Miss Blake, but her somewhat defensive tone in class about a Madam compared to a Miss was quite revealing. Word spread around the dorm that Miss Blake herself was a fallen Domme and this was her punishment…..to train up and reassign the girls who never made it. A daily reminder of her own failures within the Slave Institute.

Of course Rebecca saw Miss Blake’s vicious and authoritarian side, and that wasn’t a performance. The lady was most formidable and Rebecca knew she had to be on her guard. With that in mind, she rapped on the door and waited.

Eventually she heard Miss Blake’s voice from within, ordering her to enter. Rebecca opened the door and the study was huge and pristine. Books, files and pictures were neatly placed in the bookcases or hung on the walls. The large mahogany desk was near the tall bay window, but the leather chair behind it was empty. Rebecca looked around and saw Miss Blake.

The lady was relaxing on the sofa in the darker recess of the room. She was wearing a below the knee leather skirt, black high heeled boots and a frilled silk blouse. Her long leather gloves completed the elegant outfit as she regarded Rebecca awkwardly standing in front of her.

Miss Blake looked the girl up and down. Rebecca was wearing the pvc rain cape, white blouse and black latex skater skirt. She was also wearing black Hunter boots, glossed to a high shine.

“Expecting rain inside, girl?”

Rebecca started to stutter a response, until she saw the faintest trace of a smile cross the Miss’s face. The girl smiled back, her kind eyes twinkling as she removed the cape. Rebecca wasn’t as slim as Miss Blake and had a generous chest. Her ass was similarly thick, the latex skirt hanging nicely around her hips and buttocks. Miss Blake’s eyes seemed to burn into Rebecca as she invited the girl to sit.

“Every instinct I have seems to believe you are a prime candidate for reassignment. Except when I saw you in my class yesterday…….there was a stern cruelty. So, I think I need to see a little more of you in order to decide which way your teaching will go. I assume you believe that you could yet be a dominant?”

Rebecca looked down at her shiny boots and nodded. She enjoyed the fetishwear and the sense of power she felt when she punished the slave…it made her feel like she belonged. Miss Blake’s expression softened slightly…….her eyes lost the steely, interrogative look and instead she seemed a little sad. The moment hung in the air as Rebecca shuffled in discomfort. Miss Blake got up and walked over to a long red curtain that served as a partition to a further part of the study.

“Come with me, child.”

Miss Blake regained her terse attitude as she waited for her student to join her.

“If you truly wish to succeed as a dominant, you will need to punish indiscriminately. You will enjoy the power of command, but the role of being a dominant holds the great weight of responsibility. It isn’t for everyone and I would imagine most of your classmates and dare I say, friends, will be sent away.”

Miss Blake moved the curtains apart and a cage stood behind it. Inside the cage was a latex clad gimp. Hooded, collared, bound and groaning feebly. Rebecca looked on in morbid horror as Miss Blake opened the door and pulled the slave out by the collar and roughly pushed it to the ground. The yelp sounded female and Miss Blake sneered as she placed a high heeled boot on the chest.

“I have already begun to split the class into reassignment, or reassessment. You are currently being reassessed. This thing here, will not be rejoining us. Well, not as a student anyway.”

Rebecca reached down and touched the hood of the slave, the faceless covering offered no clue as to the identity of the wretch underneath. Miss Blake told Rebecca to take its hood off. The athletic frame was clad in the catsuit, wrists cuffed and ankles shackled. The girl started to unlace the tight hood and the muzzled groans got more desperate as Rebecca tugged away, finally releasing the unknown victim from one of its tortures.

Rebecca gasped quietly as she saw the face of her classmate, Nikki. Though the sweltering hood was now taken off, the girl was heavily gagged with a tight black vinyl tape wrap around her mouth and head. Her eyes were red as she pleaded for mercy. Miss Blake moved in and gripped Nikki’s face, holding her head still.

“You were too busy spreading rumours about me, when you should have been more concerned with your own future. Don’t you know that I hear and see everything you feckless little cunt.”

The Miss turned to Rebecca, a triumphant gleam in her eye…..

“If you truly wish to prove yourself, then you will show me what you’re capable of. I don’t know how friendly you are with this stupid twat……but that won’t matter now. She’s beneath you, and you will administer punishment accordingly.”

Rebecca looked at Miss Blake and then around the study. Her eyes fell on a wooden chest near the desk. All manner of toys and tortures were inside and she headed over to pick her weapons of choice. Again, Miss Blake seemed a little surprised at the lack of discomfort on the girl’s part. In fact, after the initial shock of seeing her peer under the hood, that same flash of cold cruelty crossed Rebecca’s kind face.

She asked Miss Blake if she could wear some gloves. The lady nodded and directed her to a set of drawers near the study’s door. Dozens of leather, latex and pvc gloves lay neatly within and Rebecca chose a pair of elbow length pvc gauntlets. She then picked out a pair of chain linked nipple clamps, and a vibrator from the toy chest before wandering back to her stricken classmate.

Miss Blake watched in eager anticipation of what this little bitch was going to do. It seemed like Rebecca had a definite plan for Nikki. The lady retired to the sofa and crossed her booted legs…..cunt tingling as she looked her protege up and down. That juicy ass swaying under the floaty latex skirt, showing a flash of her white panties, and the squeak of those deliciously shiny boots. Whatever happened this afternoon would give Miss Blake something pleasant to think about at bedtime.

Rebecca turned to Miss Blake and smiled, a teasing and provocative expression in her eyes. The Miss remained stoic, but underneath her prim leather outfit she was soaking. Nikki shook her head furiously, grunts and cries becoming even more pathetic as Rebecca unzipped the suit, roughly groping her classmate’s tits as she knelt on the floor. The tits were small and not especially perky, but that wasn’t important…..once the spiteful clamps were put on, Rebecca tugged on the chain between them and plunged the vibe down towards Nikki’s crotch.

“Cum for me. Cum as I torture these pathetic little udders. Don’t think I haven’t seen you staring at me in class. I bet you wanted to take some real tits in your mouth didn’t you? To suck and kiss them…..too bad you’re gagged so tightly, I haven’t had anyone to pleasure me in so long.”

Miss Blake shifted a little uncomfortably as Rebecca’s normally sweet voice became a seductive and mocking sound. The relish of torturing her classmate had turned her into something else. A devil stepping outside of an angel’s shadow.

Nikki cried in pain as the tit punishment continued. Rebecca occasionally slid her gloved hand up and pinched her plaything’s nose…..cutting the air off and watching the worthless cunt flopping around, ready to pass out. But she never did. Rebecca was in control and carried on trying to force a shameful orgasm from her slave. Eventually, Nikki succumbed to the relentless vibration and shuddered in climax.

Rebecca stood up and pulled her cotton panties down. She lifted up the short latex skirt and started to grind her sodden cunt into the face of the hapless student.

“There. Don’t say I never gave you anything to remember me by.”

Rebecca snatched up the vibe and now started to pleasure herself. Miss Blake moaned softly, forgetting where she was. The noise wasn’t unnoticed by her sadistic new pet student as Rebecca turned toward Miss Blake and started to fuck the toy.

“I’m going to cum, Miss. Please let me cum for you.”

Miss Blake could only nod as she tried to control her own urges…..the little bitch had played this very well indeed and certainly, the loud orgasms were making her feel like she wanted to join in…..to lap up Rebecca’s cunt. But she stayed still and waited until the show was over. Rebecca slumped against the cage, breathing heavily as she powered the vibe off. She turned to Nikki who cowered on the floor, Rebecca’s pussy juices glistening on the face crushing gag.

She picked up her panties and wiped them on her cunt…..then forcing the slave to sniff them. Miss Blake stood, and strode over…..

“That will do, girl. You’ve made your point. An entertaining spectacle certainly. Go back to your dorm and do not tell anyone about this incident. Your classmate’s belongings have already been packed. She will be staying in the holding area for tonight. You’re dismissed.”

Rebecca nodded and curtsied to Miss Blake, before hurrying out of the study. The Miss picked up Rebecca’s panties and placed them in her desk drawer, and then turned her attention to slave Nikki.

“You will need to improve your pain tolerance. At the moment, I can think of few uses for you outside of the Institute. If that is the case, then the best you can hope for is a Master or Mistress that has use for pet play. Your physique would suit a pony girl.”

Nikki wailed as she was taken out of Miss Blake’s study. The lady went to the study door and locked it, before heading to her desk and taking out Rebecca’s panties…..she unzipped her skirt and placed her hand down between her legs. She felt ashamed, but she sniffed the girl’s wet underwear as she brought herself off to a few powerful orgasms. This would be the first and last time she would do this.

She could only hope…..

Blackmail? Fucking too right it is.

You wanted your grubby fun with a wild biker bitch, well congratulations…..you got it.

But there’s always a price to pay in return, and what will your wife say when she gets this leather selfie?

The innocent walk in the woods has turned into something a little more dangerous. You never saw the crop she was sporting……I guess you were too busy admiring the outfit.

The Madam loved the odd splash of pink in her outfits.

“Which one? Oh, honey…..you’ll be wearing them both at various points. This is just the start of our new arrangement.”

Not even a glance in your direction. Domina Fire has no interest in your desperation.

Stylish, elegant.

She was from a nice, affluent family. Respectable, pillars of the local community.

But she, was cut from a slightly different cloth. Her privilege gave her the confidence to demand and expect the lower classes to act accordingly. Never forget that you’re her bit of rough.