A Private Lesson You Won't Forget 10

The rest of the day passed in a blur.

Your lesson over with, you finished showering Miss Scarlet and Miss More's boots with kisses, then followed them dutifully out of the dungeon. With every step, your aching, thoroughly spent cock hung useless between your legs, drained of every last drop of cum just as your mind was drained of nearly every bit of who you once were.

Once upstairs, you were sent to your room to rest and recuperate, although such a task seemed almost impossible once the door to the neighboring room opened, and within seconds, Miss More's moans filled the air as she too was taught a similar lesson to you. Groans of pleasure and quivering whines as the other woman's body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm at Miss Scarlet's gloved hands echoed in your ears as you lay there, each one a reminder of what you'd only just experienced.

Eventually, you managed to take a nap, though your dreams were filled with images of the women who had done this to you. It was almost impossible to escape them, and at this point, you weren't sure if you even wanted to.

Dinner time soon arrived, and you crawled your way back to the dinning room, where Miss Scarlet and a rather flushed-looking Miss More awaited you. Neither of them said a word, continuing the silent treatment they'd give you during breakfast, although this time it seemed less to do with any malice and more to do with the simple fact that nothing more truly needed to be said.

You had done what was expected of you, the only thing that remained was the aforementioned 'graduation ceremony' Miss Scarlet had alluded to earlier.

Whatever that was.

When the meal ended, you once more did your duty, pulling out their chairs and holding the door open for them, but this time, as they made their way out, Miss Scarlet stopped, gazed down at your kneeling form, and smiled. "Straight to bed sweetheart. You have a busy day tomorrow."

Then she walked away, and though you didn't have the slightest clue what tomorrow would bring, her words certainly got the wheels turning in what remained of your mind.

After all this time, all the lessons Miss Scarlet had taught you- and by extension, used you to teach Miss More, you could scarcely conceive of what could possibly remain for them to do to you.

This previous week alone had stripped you of every remaining facet of your previous self- any trace of that disrespectful arse gone for good, crushed beneath the heel of Miss Scarlet's boot. You could barely even remember that person anymore, so powerful were your teacher's lessons.

Lessons which seemed to continue even as you slept.

Your dreams were once more filled with visions of submission, of things you'd experienced and longed to experience again. Desires you'd never known before Miss Scarlet had brought them to life. It didn't matter the cost- the punishments and the pleasures and the pains, they were all one and the same now.

The price you paid to serve.

One you would happily pay again and again if Miss Scarlet so desired.

So much had changed since your arrival, but one thing remained true as you rolled out of bed and into the first rays of the morning sun. You were ready and willing to do whatever was asked of you.

A good thing to, seeing as Miss Scarlet had not been kidding.

Slipping out of the guest room, you crawled down the hall, then the stairs, and over to the dining room door, where you waited on hands and knees for the women who had so thoroughly taken complete control over you. And when the doors to their rooms opened up and their heels clicked along the marble tile of the upstairs floor, you took hold of the door handle, ready to hold it open for them.

Miss Scarlet arrived first, descending the steps like the Goddess that she was, dressed in a purple silk robe that only granted you the slightest glimpses of her red and black snakeskin gloves. She offered you a smile, pleased at your continued obedience, then entered the dining room without a word.

Miss More followed suit, similarly attired in a white robe with a pair of tan leather gloves poking out from the sleeves. She too seemed rather impressed with your transformation- showing none of the lingering displeasure and malice she seemed to have towards you upon your arrival here.

Proof that she'd learned her lessons as well.

Once she stepped into the dining room, you crawled inside on your hands and knees and took a seat in the nearest chair. As with every day which had come before, breakfast awaited you all, and though a small part of you remained curious about Miss Vera's hard-working yet seemingly unseen staff, their existence- like everything else besides Miss Scarlet and her lessons, no longer seemed all that important to you.

And speaking of such things, you teacher laid out the day's schedule whilst the three of you ate.

"Now then, we will be leaving here tonight, but before that, I want to make sure that this house is just as neat and tidy as Miss Vera left it."

She looked over at you with a grin, and you shivered at the site of such a beautiful yet cruel thing. "You will clean our rooms, as well as the dungeon. Is that understood?"

You nodded, even as a part of you was terrified of ever stepping foot in the dungeon again. Regardless, you had been given an order, and you knew now there was only one thing to say in response to that. "Yes, Miss Scarlet."

The meal continued on in silence, but when it was over with, rather than allow you to pull out their chairs or hold the door for the them, the ladies did so themselves, and Miss Scarlet pointed a gloved finger over at the corner of the room.

Where a mop, bucket, and several rags awaited you.

Without a word, you walked over to them even as the ladies left the dining room, and with a sigh, picked them up in preparation for the grueling task ahead.

Much as you didn't want to go back there, you decided it was best to tackle the worst room first, and carefully as you could descended the steps into the basement for what you hoped would be the final time. Even now, without the fear of something being done to you down here, the room still sent a shiver down your spine.

Filling the bucket, you sunk a rag into the soapy water and slowly made the rounds, focusing on the spots you'd been taught your lessons- the spanking bench, the bed where you'd been vigorously fucked, and the milking chair. Each one was wiped down again and again, and when you were finished they shone like new.

The bowl the ladies had used for your draining the previous day was still where they'd left it, and with a groan, you picked it up and cleaned it as well, watching as your dried cum dribbled down the drain. It felt almost poetic, yet you had no time to dwell on it- there was more to do.

While down there, you made sure to wipe down and dust every other conceivable surface you could reach, trying not to touch or even look at some of the more painful-looking tools you came upon. You thanked your lucky stars neither Miss Scarlet nor Miss More had seen fit to use them on you, but then, the day was still young. There always remained the possibility they could change their mind, and seek to provide you with one more lesson if you failed at your appointed task.

Only when you were absolutely certain you'd gotten everything, you refilled the bucket, sunk the head of the mop into the soapy depths, and began working on the floors. You tackled the rooms you'd had your last two lessons in, then the dungeon as a whole, until every tile reflected the dim light of the basement in its shine.

Standing on the steps, you gazed out into the den of depravity and despair you'd spent countless hours over this past week. Terrible as much of what you'd experienced down here may have seemed you looked back at it almost wistfully, knowing in your heart that it had all been for the best.

As well as the fact that, given the chance, you would do it all over again without question.

There was a time that would have seemed frightening, but now it was simply an accepted fact. You were completely and utterly in Miss Scarlet's control, and if she wanted to spank you or fuck you or milk you until you cried, then it was only right that she do so.

You lived to serve, and would do so happily.

The dungeon finished, you returned to the main floor, where Miss Scarlet and Miss More sat sipping wine in their robes. Neither woman acknowledged you, they simply went about their morning as if you weren't there. Just as well, it meant you could focus on the task at hand.

Carefully heading up to the second floor, you made for the guest room first.

Given you'd only spent a bit of time in here, there didn't seem to be much to clean, yet you still attacked the bathroom and bedroom with zeal, wiping down every surface, cleaning out the tub you'd recovered in, even made the bed better than you'd ever made one in your life.

When all was said and done, the room looked good as new- as if no one had spent the previous week here at all.

As you stood there admiring your work, you heard the sound of the basement door opening and closing, followed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Miss Scarlet and Miss More were heading down to inspect your work, and you hoped you'd done a good job. You'd have to wait and see, but in the meantime, there were other rooms to face.

With a gulp, you moved to the room beside yours- not ready to enter Miss Scarlet's just yet.

Miss More's room was much the same as yours, although she clearly hadn't finished packing up her things just yet. Several clothes, as well as boots and gloves, were scattered about, and though you felt a little uneasy about touching them, you knew you couldn't clean the room without doing so.

Gently as you could, you began to fold up the clothes, placing them in her suitcase alongside the various boots and gloves you'd become intimately close with these last few days. Only once they were all away did you dare begin cleaning the room in earnest. You wiped and dusted and moped until the room sparkled, just in time for the basement door to open up again, followed by the footsteps of your two teachers.

Miss Scarlet arrived at the top of the steps as you exited the room, but once you spotted her you stopped in your tracks and dropped to your knees.

She smiled as she approached you. "Very good job on the dungeon sweetheart," she said softly, petting your head with a gloved hand. "Now, let's see about the rooms."

Without another word, Miss Scarlet stepped into Miss More's room, and you waited with bated breath to find out if you'd done as good a job there as you seemingly had downstairs.

For a moment, the air was silent save for her soft footfalls on the freshly cleaned floor, but eventually Miss Scarlet reappeared, a satisfied expression on her face. She said nothing simply moved on to the guest room and popped inside to do the same, returning moments later looking quite proud.

"Excellent work," she said with a smile. "You even packed up Miss More's things... So thorough..."

You felt your cheeks grow red, though for the first time since you'd arrived, it had nothing to do with tears or pain. It was from pride- Miss Scarlet was proud of you, and somehow, that gave you far greater pleasure than anything else you could possibly imagine.

Her gloved hand gently stroked your cheek, and you let a small moan slip even as she stepped away and turned her attention to her own room- the one you'd been most worried about. "I expect the same treatment... Do no disappoint me."

The thought of doing so filled you with dread, and as she stepped around you and back down the stairs, your eyes fell upon the door to her room. Slowly, you crawled towards it, opened the door, and entered.

As expected, Miss Scarlet had not begun packing either. The difference was, her bed was practically covered in gloves. Some you recognized, some you didn't, yet the sight of all of them made your moan. Such lovely gloves, perfect for such a lovely Goddess as Miss Scarlet.

You knew what was expected of you, but you also dared not rush such an important task. Miss Scarlet's gloved deserved the utmost care, and you would show them that.

It took nearly an hour to fold and place each and every pair in her suitcase, along with the boots and clothes she'd left hanging around. But once you were done, the bed was clear and ready to be made. After that, you wiped down and dusted and moped, impressed with your own eagerness as well as the fact that you'd done such a good job.

By the time you finished it was just after lunch, and you returned to the dining room to your first proper midday meal in several days. Miss Scarlet and Miss More were already dining, and they eyed you from across the table as you took a seat and began to eat.

"I do hope you did as good a job in my room as you did Miss More's," Miss Scarlet began, her eyes lingering on you.

"Yes, Miss Scarlet," you replied between bites, hoping the same thing. You were rather certain you had, but there was only one way to find out.

Silence followed, and when lunch ended, Miss Scarlet slipped out of the dining room and up the stairs, leaving you sitting there waiting for her to inspect your work. All the while, Miss More eyed you hungrily, practically drinking in the sight of your submission. A far cry from the student you'd dared talk back to her so long ago.

Before you knew it, Miss Scarlet had returned, and based on her expression, you'd indeed done a good job. Something she proved by offering your her gloved hand to kiss.

You did so with gusto, covering the smooth snakeskin with kisses as she gazed at you happily. "Such a good job sweetheart... I'm so proud of how far you've come under our tutelage.."

The groan that slipped out of your lips as they pressed against her gloved hand was one of absolute pleasure, and your cock actually began to grow simply from such praise. You practically slipped out of your chair and began to kiss her boots, much to both ladies enjoyment. "Thank you Miss Scarlet" was all you managed to say, and you meant it with your heart and soul.

Once she was satisfied with your devotion, Miss Scarlet stepped back and, much to your surprise told you that you were to spend the remainder of the day doing whatever you wished. She and Miss More had errands to run, and thus for the first time all week, you had the opportunity to sit and relax.

Not that it mattered- even left to your own devices your mind reeled with thoughts of your teachers, their lessons, and your own submission. As well as the graduation ceremony which had yet to occur. What did Miss Scarlet had in mind for it, and by extension, you?

Two hours later, they returned, Miss Scarlet carrying a bag in her gloved hand. "It's almost time sweetheart," she informed you, pointing upstairs. "Best prepare yourself."

You did just that, crawling upstairs excitedly, and taking a seat on your freshly made bed.

Seconds turned to minutes which turned to nearly an hour, and the sun was beginning to set outside your window by the time a door opened followed by the shuffling of footsteps reached your room.

The door swung open, and though you didn't know who or what was truly waiting for you on the other side, you instinctively dropped to the floor and onto your knees in preparation for whoever it was. Had the time come at long last? Was your 'graduation ceremony' truly at hand?

It appeared so.

Only Miss Scarlet stood in the doorway, and as she stepped into the guest you, everything else may as well ceased to exist. She was dressed glamorously in black leather lingerie- a brassier, panties and a garter belt, with glossy stockings that vanished into a pair of over-the-knee black leather boots, with short wrist-length black leather gloves you hadn't seen before, and a long nearly transparent silken robe.

She looked like she'd stepped straight out of a vintage pinup shot, and your jaw nearly hit the floor as you drank her in.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" Miss Scarlet asked, her red lips pursed together in a wicked smile as she struck a pose that allowed you to see every part of her. There was no reason to reply with words, nor would you ever be able to find the ones to properly express yourself.

Luckily, your face said it all.

Shutting the door behind her, Miss Scarlet gazed down at you, taking in the sight of you kneeling there waiting. "Don't you look cute down there, right where you belong..."

You nodded, the immediately pressed your lips to her boots, kissing them in absolute reverence. She didn't tell you to stop, but then, she didn't need to tell you anything, not anymore. You'd been well trained, and would do exactly as you'd been taught without question.

Her gloved hand gently patted your head, and once you finished with her boots, you looked up at her, towering over you in more ways than one, and waited to hear what she had planned for you.

"Now then," she continued, her expression changing ever-so-slightly, "you have learned quite a lot this last week... And you've done such a good job, helping Miss More learn... But..."

She stepped around you, smirking as your eyes followed every step until she'd circled you. "But I can still see a bit of resistance in your eyes... A naughty little part of you that just might forever everything you've been taught..."

Although you didn't think there was anything left inside you that would dare do such a thing, the truth was there really was no way of knowing... Besides, if Miss Scarlet said it was there, then it must be true.

Stepping closer to you, so close that her leather panties were mere inches from your face, she cupped your chin and tilted your head so your eyes were locked on the the Amazon Goddess who'd so kindly taken you to task so long ago. "But no more... After tonight, there will be nothing left in that silly little head of yours except for submission and obedience."

Without another word, she took hold of your head in her leather-gloved hands and pressed your face against her crotch, holding it there. Then she shifted her boots so that one was on either side of your slowly-growing cock, and slid it in between them, trapping it there.

"Breathe me in, sweetheart," Miss Scarlet whispered, her accent so seductive, her voice so powerful, you couldn't even conceive of disobeying. Immediately, you took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of leather, mixed with her pussy beneath it. The smell filled your nostrils, and you shivered with pleasure as you did it again.

Once you'd started to inhale, Miss Scarlet tightened her grip on your cock. "Fuck my boots... Feel the soft leather against your pathetic little dicklet as you breathe in the divine essence of your leather Goddess..."

You did as commanded, moving your body so that your erection could slip in and out of the small space between her boots. It felt absolutely incredible, and with the addition of the smooth leather pressed against your face as well as the scent filling your nostrils, the world as you knew it ceased to exist.

There was only Miss Scarlet, her leather, and your submission.

In that moment, everything truly became clear. Whether you'd realized it or not, this was what you'd wanted ever since you'd laid eyes on her. To give in, to submit, to serve. Now you were, and it was the greatest feeling in the world. A feeling you never wanted to end.

Her gloved hands held you firmly in place, the sensation of them on the side of your head only adding to your submission. With every thrust, your cock grew harder, and with every breath, your head grew lighter, replacing any and all thought with the scent of leather as well as your Goddess's sweet pussy. She was clearly wet beneath her panties, enjoying the sight of your final submission to her as much as you were.

"That's right, keep going sweetheart... Breathe it all in, the scent of leather, the scent of your Goddess, the scent of submission... Let it fill you up and push everything else out..."

Her words echoed out in your ever-emptying mind, reverberating until they were the only things in there. Your cock continued to slip between her boots, shifting back and forth between the pleasure that came with being allowed to fuck them, and the pain of their tightening grip on your erection.

Then again, pain and pleasure were the same thing, weren't they? Both ways in which Miss Scarlet controlled you.

And you wanted her control. Needed it, Craved it.

Something she knew as well as you did.

Holding you closer, she practically smothered you against her leather-clad crotch, but you didn't care. The scent of her leather and her body was far more important than anything else. If she wanted you to draw your last breath in that moment, you would happily do so.

Her boots loosed their grip a little, allowing your cock to move faster, and though it had been thoroughly drained the previous day, all thought of that vanished. The aches and pains which had lingered long into the night were little more than fading memories, and you increased your thrusts until you were feverishly humping Miss Scarlet's boots for dear life.

Lightheaded, desperate as ever, and with Miss Scarlet towering over you, everything fully coalesced. Every lesson from that first one in her classroom all the way to the one in the milking chair yesterday. Every moment fused together in your mind, and as you took another deep breath, you came to the epiphany that had been trying to burst free this entire time.

An epiphany she happily put into words.

"You've been such a good boy, such a good student...." Miss Scarlet said, her commanding voice sounding miles away, "now it's time for you to become something more..."

A moan slipped out of your lips as you drank in more of her scent and humped her boots like there was no tomorrow. She was right- you were more than a student now, she more than a teacher. It had taken you so long to fully understand, to fully accept. But now that you had, there was only one thing to do.

"Time to become a slave sweetheart.... My slave..."

The moment the words left her mouth, you felt yourself reach the edge, more desperate to cum than you'd ever been in your life. And as she pushed your face away, you knew what she wanted to hear. The words that would forever bind you to her, forever cast you in the role you realized you'd been born to play.

"Yes.... Mistress.... Scarlet..."

And once you said it, she pressed your face against her panties one last time and gave the order. "Then cum for me slave... Cum for your Mistress, and become mine..."

Your cock- which had been put through the ringer this whole week, which had been made to cum over and over again, been practically drained of every last drop of cum more than once, did just that. It exploded onto Mistress Scarlet's boots, sending streams of white all over the smooth black leather, and not stopping even after you finally finished humping them.

She let go of you and, drained as you were, you fell to the floor, back against the cool marble and eyes focused on the woman towering over you. Your teacher, your Goddess, your Mistress. The person who had taught you so much, and who had shown you your true place in this world.

At her booted feet. Where you belonged.

Where you longed to be.

Now and forever.

"Good boy," she whispered, stepping around you and planting her cum-drenched boots by your red face. "Such a good boy..."

Turning, you pressed your lips to the soft leather. Kissed the toes of each booth, then raised your head to lick off your cum. Mistress Scarlet gazing down at you with gloved hands on her hips, and a smile on her red lips as she watched you give in to her completely.

There would be no more lessons. No more were needed. You'd learned exactly what you'd needed to.

And you would never forget it.