The Principal Lesson (Closed)

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The music in the club thrummed, the base vibrating against the walls, even the lights and glasses on the bars and tables were shaking with the rhythmic beat that pounded out the song being played.

A deep frown bowed the lips of the Lady, sometimes that damned music was just too much, to fucking loud, too much god damned base. The walls were rattling, it was fucking distracting.

Apparently it was not distracting the man she had, currently trussed up, against that rattling, base vibrating wall. She stood back for a moment to... observe.... He was at least 6'2" tall, probably weighed in at 230 maybe 240 pounds. Not all muscle, but he was far from doughy and fat. Married for sure, even tho he had taken the ring off the finger, the shadow if it remained, the indentation, the slightly whiter skin. Mattered not to Lady Scarlett. She was not here to break up a marriage, hell, maybe this would strengthen it, who knows...

She didn't even know his name. Again, mattered not to her. She called him anything she wanted, from Little Bastard, to Pet, to Slave, to Mutt, whatever tickled her fancy at that particular moment...

"ahhh, does it still sting... my little mutt, my sweet little pet?" she croons in his ear, the whisper of her breath warm, tickling, soothing. The crop she had been using on him trailing down his shivering spine, over the curve of his reddened backside. He was secured tightly facing the wall. Arms chained over his head, feet chained apart, allowing her access to his balls, and of course his cock, from behind. Needless to say, he was naked.

"yes Mistress" he groaned, taking a deep, husky breath.

Sweat dampened his skin. He had been bound there for the better part of a hour, under the supervision of Lady Scarlett. She, herself, was adorned in black leather boots, a black mini skirt, a red tank top. Nothing fancy. She liked to keep it simple. Her long, firey crimson mane tied back in a braid.

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At his answer, she let a smile creep across her lips. It was always so much fun to hear these men submit, to hear them moan, whisper, beg, "yes Mistress". Sure, she knew there were others that played in this same club that were much more, harsh, than she was. The one that popped into Ell's mind, yes, that was Lady Scarlett's real name, well sort of. Her real name was Marielle Seren.. Ell was her nickname since childhood. Lady Scarlett was simply her working name when she was "topping" at the club. But, again, the one Mistress that popped into Ell's mind when thinking of the various Top's, Dom's, and Submissives that the club employed, was Miss Jasmine. Such a demur, delicate name for such a harsh Mistress.

But that was neither here nor there, Lady Scarlett, Ell, was not Miss Jasmine.

<SLAP> <SMACK> the crop hits home again and again, reddening the cheeks of his ass. For his back, she decided on a cat o'nine tails. That always left such pretty marks on one's back.

Now, do not be thinking that any of this involved sex. Some of the Tops, Doms, yes. But not Lady Scarlett. She enjoyed the aspect of seeing a man begging for her to touch him, begging her to caress him with whatever toy she deemed fit. But these men were nothing to her. And she was not about to sleep with them. Hell, most of them were married, and just looking to satisfy their submissive tendencies. Others liked the pain. That was all fine with her. Just no sex. It was that simple, in her own little world here.

2am, very early Saturday morning ... Ell sat down and too a deep breath. It had been a good night, her tips added up into over a thousand dollars. Her clients had gone away happy, well except for Mr. Penson. He had left crying, but hell, that was what he wanted... So all in all, it was a very good night.

She slips on her jeans, sneakers, leaving the red tank top on. It was a warm night, she didn't need her sweater. After cleaning up her "play area" she is finally heading home at 2:45AM, waving bye to Bruce, the big bouncer at the front door.

Of course, once home, she was much to wound up to sleep. This was the way it was for her. It was a damned good thing her day job was not really a day job. Being a professional photographer had it's advantages. She could essentially make her own hours. She had no photo shoots for that day, not until Monday, when she was supposed to take some pictures of the new high school for the year book, and for the school's website.

After making herself a cup of tea, and changing into her comfortable sweat pants and plain white tee, she settles in front of the PC to do some web surfing, and maybe even some chatting. This was how she unwound, this was how she relaxed. Tho, truth be told, even tho Lady Scarlett, Ell, topped at "The Club of Masks" downtown, it was the submissive side of things that she sought out when online. Having discovered a new website, devoted to the writing and reading of sexual themed stories, chatting, and even some RPing, it was there, she again found herself this night. The Screen Name she had chosen for herself was a combination of her Club persona and herself, Lady L ... sometimes, when chatting, the others called her Double L... she thought it was cute.

As she signed on this night, she flipped thru her mail, carefully examining a new batch of business cards..

Marielle Seren
Professional Photography

A perfect Photo is worth a thousand of the most beautiful words.
Allow me to create that photo for you, and make it 1000 times beautiful

888-555-5432

The background, was the most stunning picture of Angel Falls, one of Ell's most favorite photo's and places.

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She had taken that herself, 6 years ago, at the tender age of 19. It was what had, effectively, started her career.

As her screen came up, she found a PM... from... Him...

She never talked about Him. Not to her friends or her family. She had only just begun PMing Him, or chatting in the chat room with Him. It had been a few days at the most. But the electricity, the spark between them, the chemistry, just clicked.... and clicked big... In fact, only just the night before, had they spoken on the phone. Perhaps that was why Lady Scarlett had been feeling so... different... maybe even a little out of control last night, which benefitted her, because in her effort to regain control, her clients "suffered"...

Be that as it may, taking a deep breath, she clicked on the PM He had sent......

School board meetings are not the way most single 33 year old men want to spend their evenings. Unfortunately for Jace Blackstone, it was one such meeting that he now found himself sitting through, wading through extraordinary boredom as he listened to one overweight, overpaid blowhard argue with another overweight, overpaid blowhard about what percentage of milk should be offered in the cafeterias of the district's elementary schools. It was hard to conceive of something he cared about less.

It was for this reason that his mind wandered to... her. He didn't know her name, outside of what she used as a screen name, but that had quickly proven to not matter. In a matter of days, what began as innocent flirtatious comments and innuendo turned quickly into something more, and by the time they spoke on the phone he referred to her only as "pet." What had started out with him simply logging onto an adult website for a bit of reading and writing had morphed into finding someone he couldn't seem to get out of his head.

When he caught the words "obesity rates" being shot from one idiot to the other, Jace couldn't help but to roll his eyes a little and slip his phone out of his pocket. The school board expected everyone to pay attention to everything during these meetings, but he'd bet good money few people were left with their mind focused on the nonsense flowing like a river through the room right now. He'd barely be able to handle it if it actually dealt with his school, but the fact that it didn't only made it that much worse.

Disconnecting from the building's WiFi, he tapped in the address for the site and glanced around him quickly as he loaded. People seemed to care about him at the moment even less than they cared about The Great Milk Debate, which worked out just fine for him. Once logged in, he checked to see if she was on-line and, finding she wasn't, began typing out a message to her.

Hello, pet. I'm sitting in a meeting, but I cannot stop my mind from drifting. I know we talked last night about meeting sometime in the future, but I no longer care to wait. Tell me what evening you are free this weekend. I will tell you the time and place.

Jace's eyes drifted over the message after it was typed out, pausing to consider. If she turned out to be the parent of one of his students, the whole situation had the potential to break bad very quickly. In his time as principal at West Lincoln High School, he'd had more than a few clashes with parents over his support for the biology teachers devoting a quarter to teaching the Theory of Evolution. It was not an issue he anticipated dealing with when he accepted the position, but the vitriol he received far too often had him reconsidering his decision sometimes.

Still, he knew he couldn't live in fear of being blackmailed by an angry parent forever, and it's not like anything he was doing was illegal, of course. He'd simply have to be careful, which was nothing new to him.

Decision made, he tapped the SEND button and logged off, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He'd be interested to see her reply when he got home... if he got home. While it seemed the milk debate had been settled, a new one had begun regarding whether or not the vending machines in the Middle School should carry Gatorade or not.

With a quiet sigh, Jace folded his hands on the table before him and tried to stop his mind from drifting towards wondering what her voice would sound like as she begged him...

Hello, pet. I'm sitting in a meeting, but I cannot stop my mind from drifting. I know we talked last night about meeting sometime in the future, but I no longer care to wait. Tell me what evening you are free this weekend. I will tell you the time and place.

Ell could only stare at the PM, her heart racing in her chest.

They had casually chatted about exactly this. But in truth, Ell never thought she would actually meet Him. Never in a million years. Yet, as she stared at the PM He had sent, her mind swirling, her entire body actually tingling, she brought up the reply box, almost as if He were already controlling her. Saying no just was never an option, never.

Good Evening Master....
Your pet is free next Saturday evening, from 7pm on... Master....

She hit the send button before any rational part of her mind could make her think twice. It was rare that she had a Saturday off from the club actually, Saturdays were busy days. But she had a wedding that morning, her best friend's niece was getting married, a morning wedding, a brunch for a reception and as part of her wedding present, Ell was doing the photography. So she had, by chance, taken that Saturday night off. It was as if..... He knew...

Once she sent that, she signed off for a bit of time. To say she was not nervous would be a lie, she certainly was. But, as she made herself a cup of tea, she remembered His voice, as they spoke on the phone just the other night.

She had been laying in bed, naked, as she spoke to Him. His voice, so smooth, like the finest silk wrapped around the sharpest sword. She loved that He never called her by name, even on the phone. It was always pet. His pet. She had been so wet, so hot while talking to him, she found herself begging to touch herself, an indulgence that He denied, several times. Ell found herself practically sitting on her hands to keep from disobeying Him. GOD that had been HOT. When He finally allowed herself to dip her fingers into her searing hot, soaking wet pussy, she thought she was going to cum right then and there. Of course that was denied as well. He had her in tears, begging to let her climax, and when He did, she exploded, her orgasm shaking her to her very core.

Now, she had just agree'd to meet Him in person. She found herself shaking in anticipation, hoping He would answer shortly.