A Private Lesson - Epilogue

With the study break at it's end, the three of you returned to school, leaving behind the glorious estate you'd spent the previous week at, but not the things you'd learned while there.

Once back in the classroom, it was quite apparent to anyone that you had changed for the better- no longer speaking out, treating all your teachers with the utmost respect- especially Miss More and Mistress Scarlet. You did as you were told, handed in all your assignments on time, only spoke when spoken to, and generally acted like a dutiful student.

But that didn't mean there weren't any follow-up lessons.

More than once, Mistress Scarlet would ask you to stay after class, but unlike the previous times, there were no harsh lessons awaiting you. She simply enjoyed reaffirming her control over you- having you worship her boots and gloves or simply having you clean up the classroom for her. Sometimes she'd spank you, but only gently, a subtle reminder of what she could do if the mood took her. Miss More occasionally joined her, and you happily obeyed both women without question.

Eventually, however, the semester came to a close, and much to your dismay, both Mistress Scarlet and Miss More moved on to other school. You were able to see them both once more before they departed, and as you kissed their boots and gloves for the last time, you found yourself tearing up at the thought of never seeing them again.

Yet Mistress Scarlet brushed your tears away with a soft gloved finger and smiled. "It's alright sweetheart... You've been such a good slave, and I hope you nebver forget our time together... I certainly won't."

You agreed. There was simply no way you could ever possibly forget the things you had done had had done to you in the presence of such strong, powerful women, and you would keep those lessons in the back of your mind for the rest of your life.

Time passed, days turned to months and months to years. You graduated school with honors, then headed off into the world. And for some time, things seemed to go rather well for you. You found a decent job, a nice flat, and went about your life as normally as you could.

But night after night, you recalled every moment spent with Mistress Scarlet. Some mornings you awoke with the scent of her gloves lingering in your nose, or the taste of her boots in your mouth. And every time you did, you could swear you heard her voice calling you a 'good boy'.

You hoped that she'd still think you were one.

Life went on, and as it did, times grew tough. You lost your job, and struggled to get by just like a great many of your peeps. Yet bad as things got, the memories kept you going strong.

Until the day they stopped being memories.

It was a cool October morning, and you sat in a local coffee shop checking the want ads in the paper for any sort of job that'd help you keep the lights on a little while longer. And as you did, the sound of bootheels clicking reached your ears and, just as it had every time since your school days, your mind rolled back to Mistress Scarlet.

Only this this, you realized they indeed belonged to her.

Gazing over your newspaper, you saw her, and she spotted you in kind, smiling as she approached your table, still absolutely stunning, with her long red hair tied in a ponytail which hung over the shoulder of her red leather jacket. A pair of red leather gloves could be seen peeking out from the sleeves, and her jeans dived into a familiar-looking pair of black and red leather boots.

Seated as you were, she still towered over you, ever the Amazon. "Well then, isn't this a nice surprise?"

Instinctively, you rose and pulled out her chair, much to her glee. "Nice to see you haven't lost your manners.... Or forgotten your lessons..."

Your face went as red as her leather. Regardless of how much time had passed, it was clear her control over you had not ceased in the slightest. Even though you were in public, if she asked you, you were certain you'd drop to the floor and kiss her boots just as you had countless times in the past.

Luckily, she didn't ask such a thing, and, seeing as there was no one seated nearby, you felt comfortable whispering the three words you hadn't spoken in years, yet which flowed out of you as if you'd just said them yesterday, "Yes, Mistress Scarlet."

Offering you a gloved hand, you took it and planted a kiss upon the soft leather, Mistress Scarlet sipping her coffee as you did. Her eyes moved from your face down to the newspaper on the table, and once you finished caressing her hand, she took hold of it and brought it closer.

"Hmm, going through hard times sweetheart?"

You nodded, and quickly informed Mistress Scarlet of recent events. You felt like a failure admitting it, but, much to your surprise, she didn't seem the least bit disappointed in you. In fact, she seemed rather pleased by the news. "I might be able to do something about that..."

Your eyes widened as she took another sip, her firm gaze fixed on you. "You see, I'm still teaching... In fact, Miss More and I have recently opened up a small private academy in the countryside."

The thought of both Mistress Scarlet and Miss More sent shivers down your spine as the memories of the study break returned, and though you had no idea how this could help you, you knew better than to question it. Instead, you simply sat there silently as she continued.

"Miss Vera put up the money for it... She said she wanted to 'provide a unique learning experience for young ladies of a certain disposition..."

Though she hadn't said it outright, you could read between the lines. This academy was for women like Mistress Scarlet, Miss More, and likely Miss Vera. Strong, dominant sorts who required a place to learn how best to put their talents to good use. As well as to learn from the best.

"We could use a sweet, obedient assistant on staff... Someone to give the students some real hands-on experience..."

There it was. Mistress Scarlet was offering you the chance to, not only be her slave once more, but the slave of countless others, all in the name of educating them in the ways of dominance, control, and submission.

"I should add," she continued as your mind reeled with the thought of what she was offering, "those are gloved hands... Part of the school uniform."

She winked at you, and you nearly melted in your chair. Even if you hadn't been desperate for work, the odds were you would have caved at such a tantalizing offer immediately. Let alone with the added caveat of the women involved all being suitably gloved.

"If you're interested, we can work out the details later... The pay is quite good, and it included food, lodging, and plenty of other.... 'benefits'.."

No further elaboration was required, your mind could fill in the blanks. And though many years had passed, the truth was, you'd never forgotten your lessons, nor the lingering desire to experience them once again. As well as to serve Mistress Scarlet as you once had.

"What do you say?"

You looked up at her- the Amazonian Gloved Goddess who was offering you what amounted to a veritable dream job.

What else could you say?

"Yes, Mistress Scarlet."

Rising from her seat, she offered you a gloved hand, pulled you up from your own and led you out of the coffee shop, and into your new life.

A life you'd been waiting for ever since that final lesson.

One at her booted feet.

Forever.