Thank You, Miss Georgia Pt. 03

Backgammon was their thing.

On late Sunday mornings, either on the back patio or in front of the fireplace, Caitlyn and her father played a contemplative game over jasmine tea.

They were nearly halfway through the game when her dad moved his six-point checker to knock Caitlyn's lone piece off the board. At that moment, Caitlyn's phone rang. Looking at the screen, she stood, eager to go to her room.

"Can we resume later? I have to take this."

"Of course. It's your turn when we come back."

She darted to her room, careful not to keep Miss Georgia waiting too long. She locked the door behind her.

"Miss Georgia."

"Now here I was thinking you were going to be bad and not pick up," Miss Georgia laughed.

Caitlyn held back a frown. "I'm sorry. I was with my father."

"Oh, am I interrupting family time?" There was joking quality to her voice, only partially genuine.

"N-No. I'm free now. To talk."

"Just to talk?"

Miss Georgia's implication opened the floodgates that Caitlyn had been learning to keep closed around her family and friends. That driving force to a singular goal.

"Anything, Miss Georgia."

"Well," she started. "I did want to talk. You, my dear, did a wonderful job at completing your first task for me. Mm, I've been thinking of your horny tits and how uncomfortable you looked. So fucking hot for me."

Caitlyn's face went red at her words and a melting sensation fell over her body. This was the element she was missing.

Miss Georgia continued. "So - how wet did it make you to walk around like that? What did you do about it?"

As Caitlyn gave pause, Miss Georgia smirked and added, "And use your words, baby. You're always tongue-tied."

"I was soaking. And I... touched myself in the car. In the school parking lot," Caitlyn confessed.

"My god, you naughty girl... I'll be honest, that's more than I expected of you. Now give up the details, love."

She tried to put herself back in that place, half-aware, rigid and gasping behind the wheel.

"Um... A girl from class was staring at my breasts, and I was embarrassed, but somehow that made it even better. I imagined us kissing, feeling each other up in the lecture hall. By the time class was over, I had to finger myself. I couldn't wait til I got home."

She could hear Miss Georgia's smile through the phone, and her voice dropped to a sultry tone. "And how hard did you cum?"

Caitlyn could once again feel the illusion of Alice's spit entering her mouth, and she sighed with lust.

"So fucking hard... and I could've been seen."

"You're a filthy, exhibitionist slut, aren't you?"

Exhibitionism. Another thing to add to her new list of shameful proclivities.

"I'm a filthy, exhibitionist slut," Caitlyn heard slip out of her mouth, in a way removed from it as if it were an echo in a cavern rather than her true voice.

"I know, darling. You wear it so well," Miss Georgia's words were like velvet on skin.

Caitlyn basked in the praise and whimpered. "Thank you, Miss Georgia."

"Now are you ready for your second task?"

Her heart rate began to climb. "Yes, Miss Georgia."

"Until I tell you otherwise, you are not to use your hands when you masturbate."

Caitlyn quite liked her hands for that purpose, and had never tried anything else (though her recent sexual renaissance had her considering starting a collection of toys), but up to this point, her long, slender fingers were her main instrument of choice to get herself off.

"W-What do you mean by that?" Caitlyn tried to keep her voice from wavering to no avail.

Miss Georgia clarified, all business. "No fists, no fingers. No toys that you hold in your hand."

Caitlyn had seen her fair share of solo female masturbation videos, but the positions she could recall that adhered to these rules seemed overacted and unsatisfying. She dared to ask her next question, sure that she was able to predict the answer.

"What if I can't orgasm?"

Miss Georgia let out a surprised chuckle. "That's not my problem, baby. Figure it out."

Exactly as she expected, and she knew better than to protest.

"Now, I've gotta go. I'll check in tomorrow. Maybe I'll take your panties next. Bye, darling."

"Bye, Miss Georgia," Caitlyn managed, blindsided by the abrupt end to their conversation.

Silence surrounded her in the bedroom and a nagging desire was winding it's grip around her, as she realized that she was sinking into Miss Georgia's demands. This is what she wanted with her whole body. Pieces of her mind and heart shared in that want, but caution weighed heavy on the other parts.

She wanted to fuck herself now, but the rule impeded her. Despite the heat growing at her center, she would have to figure that out later.

Caitlyn had a backgammon game to finish.

* * *

Surveying the house for any sign of her parents, it seemed to be empty that evening. It wasn't necessary that they leave for Caitlyn to have her self-care time, but it made her feel better to be sure she wasn't going to be disrupted.

Ever the high achiever, she was going to crack Miss Georgia's challenge.

She straddled the pillow on her bed fully nude and faced the mirror, trying to raise her chances of an orgasm as much as possible. Caitlyn watched herself as she leaned forward and began to gyrate her hips into the soft mass. Her phone laid nearby, sending audio porn to her headphones. The performer gasped and moaned, probably touching herself in a way that Caitlyn wasn't allowed to.

Caitlyn stared back at her own ocean-blue eyes, her lithe form moving in a steady rhythm. Beads of sweat gathered at her temples as she pushed harder, attempting to focus on the woman's dirty murmurs in her ears. Time dragged on as she shifted around to find pressure at the right spots and groaned in frustration as the performer yelled out her pleasure.

Dammit. This isn't working.

Resting her head against the comforter, she considered her options. The ideas of using the arm of a couch or even the washing machine were fleeting, as she didn't know when her parents would arrive home. To be caught in the sitting room having her way with her mother's favorite Fendi Casa sofa would forever mar their relationship. She would have to keep it in her room.

She needed something firmer, something she could really grind into. Moderately disappointed, she had to face away from the mirror. Caitlyn decided to shift her mattress out from it's frame just a bit, so she could mount the corner of it. Feet on the lush carpet, she scrolled through her phone for another audio, then began rocking forward as the performer started.

The difference was nearly immediate, as the stiff surface rubbed against her clit and the soft linens caressed her labia. Caitlyn moaned in satisfaction, the possibility of climax now in sight.

This new woman sounded like Salma Hayek, something that turned Caitlyn on more than she realized. She described her fantasy of being at the center of a lesbian threesome, set against the backdrop of a luxurious rooftop pool. There would be onlookers of either gender, free to watch and play on their own. The woman's intermittent gasps and whimpers sent lust radiating through her as she got closer.

Without warning, the audio changed to a bubbly digital ringing. Her phone simply displayed the name: Alice From Class.

Caitlyn was half-way to a peak and rolled her eyes. Alice could wait. This should wait.

But the memory of Alice's roving eyes over Caitlyn's body made her notably wetter, and before she could argue with herself, she answered.

"Hey?"

"Cait, it's Alice. Sorry for calling, but I've got to work on my portion of the public policy project tonight since I'll be out of class until it's due. I was wondering if you could help me with the proposal?"

Hearing Alice's voice made Caitlyn uncomfortably aware that she was naked and in a compromising position, as if Alice were there to witness it. Yet, the thought of Alice seeing her like this sent a flash of heat from her chest to her loins.

Against all sense, Caitlyn said, "Sure, let me get my notes."

Perhaps if Caitlyn hadn't held off on masturbating for almost the whole day, she wouldn't feel compelled to multitask in this situation. Nevertheless, she laid her notes out on the bed in front of her and returned to her place, softly gasping at the tender contact.

"I've been researching. I pulled housing cost trends from the last decade. Median rent's gone up 30% in five years--wages haven't kept pace. I was thinking we could start with zoning reform."

For the next fifteen minutes, Caitlyn provided just enough feedback to seem engaged with their discussion, but the subject matter didn't thrill her. It was the sound of Alice's voice that drove Caitlyn to continue grinding herself against the mattress. It was hotter that Alice had no idea.

"You alright? Sounds like you just ran up some stairs," Alice interjected into Caitlyn's haze.

She realized her breathing was loud, uneven. Still, it didn't deter her from moving in a steady pace. Her instinct to lie elaborately was quick. "I'm actually on my Peloton. Have to get my steps in, you know."

Alice laughed sweetly. "Totally. Okay, last thing. Tax incentives..."

Caitlyn didn't hear much more, as she felt the familiar tremors of tension rising in her. She was lost in her mind, envisioning Alice and Caitlyn presenting their project in class, the scene devolving into the girls fucking in front of their fellow students.

"Are you sure? Cait, you sound like you're crying."

She was approaching the apex faster than she anticipated, but stuttered out a response. "Yeah, I... I'm fine, just..."

At that moment, a shameful moan escaped Caitlyn's mouth, unmistakeable for what it was. Alice went silent on the other end. Caitlyn couldn't help but continue, covering her mouth with a hand to keep herself together. The potential consequences of this phone call had not yet made an appearance in her thoughts.

"Oh my god... are you really...? Over the phone? With me?" Alice sounded floored.

Fuck, what am I supposed to say? That I'm getting off to our discussion about homelessness and corporate greed?

The confrontation slowed her arousal considerably and shame fell like sandbags on Caitlyn's shoulders. She offered all that she could at this point. "I'm so sorry, Alice, I don't have any-"

"Who said you should be sorry?"

Like a phantom, Caitlyn felt Alice's eyes all over again. She pulled on her erect nipples and continued toward her pinnacle.

"Wanna tell me what you're doing right now?"

The contrast between Miss Georgia's commands and Alice's suggestions was immediately evident to Caitlyn. She decided she was into both.

"I'm... playing with myself." Caitlyn didn't want to cross any undefined lines.

Alice giggled at Caitlyn's silly attempt at self-censoring. "Yeah, I got that. Maybe you want to tell me how?"

For reasons unknown to her, describing this way of masturbation seemed more humiliating than other methods, but Caitlyn considered what Miss Georgia would want her to say. She would want her complete honesty. So she decided to give it to Alice.

"I'm humping the corner of my mattress like a horny dog."

"Oh," Alice said in a way that made Caitlyn momentarily worried that she was offended. But then she continued.

"That's fucking hot, Caitlyn. Keep going. Talk to me."

Caitlyn could hear Alice's breathing hitch and get louder. "I'm... imagining you. You and me in the lecture hall."

Alice interrupted, voice thick with desire. "God, I couldn't get enough of your tits that day. I wanted to grab them so badly, play with your nipples."

So the fantasy was shared between them. Caitlyn continued the story. "I would've taken you on the desk in front of everyone if you did that. I don't think I'd be able to help myself."

Caitlyn felt her nectar soaking into the linens beneath her as she heard Alice moan for the first time. They were both getting closer.

Alice countered. "Only if I didn't fuck you first. I'd strip you slowly in front of everyone and you'd endure it. You'd love it. Then I'd kiss and lick you all over until I push my fingers deep inside you."

A cry of yearning came out of Caitlyn. Her clit was now stiff and stimulated by the firm mattress. She wanted to be touched. She wanted Alice.

She heard Alice breathe out fast. "Are you close, Cait?"

Caitlyn whimpered, the squeaking of the bed becoming loud enough that it sounded through her large room. "Yeah, I'm so fucking close."

"I'm close too, really close. God, I want you to cum for me. Cum all over your sheets."

Those words tripped something primal in Caitlyn's brain and every ounce of energy she had was put into the strength of her hips, undulating forcefully against the edge.

"Alice, I'm going to - "

"Me too, me too, oh god..." Alice let loose a sultry vocalization that sent Caitlyn over the edge.

With a strangled moan, Caitlyn fell forward, gripping her sheets in both fists as she felt her pussy spasm tightly and continuously. Her clit was wrapped in sensual electricity and her legs were dripping with the results of her mind-blowing release. She could only imagine Alice was shaken with the same passion.

A shudder came through the phone. "Goddamn Cait, that was amazing. Who knew you were such a freak?"

Caitlyn laughed tiredly, the wash of peace settling over her as she came down. "Yeah, this was really great. I had a lot of fun."

"Maybe we can have more fun later. It's late though, I should go. Thanks for your help with the proposal... and the orgasm."

"See you in class, Alice."

Hanging up, Caitlyn stepped back on unsteady feet, gazing at the large wet spot left where she enjoyed her climax. She smiled with a lazy delirium.

Thanks to both Alice and Miss Georgia, Caitlyn discovered her new favorite way to fuck herself.

* * *

Monday proved Caitlyn's focus rife with contradiction. Her daydreams throughout class featured both Alice and Miss Georgia, though guilt crawled up her spine as she considered the consequences of her attractions. There was no reality where she could hide from Miss Georgia, and their relationship lacked any sense of structure aside from the subservient role that Caitlyn couldn't help but embrace. Was this a monogamous arrangement? It certainly was not anything resembling a romantic partnership. But neither was whatever she had with Alice.

True to her word, Miss Georgia checked in, calling after class. The nervous murmur in Caitlyn's head worked hard to convince her to let it ring, dreading the consequences of confessing her tryst to Miss Georgia. But she would be a fool to think that she would do anything other than answer.

"Miss Georgia?"

"Hi, sweetheart. How have your little self-love sessions been going? You've been good about our rule, haven't you?" She had no problem getting right to the point.

"Yes, Miss Georgia," Caitlyn replied. Without thinking, she added, "I've been good," although it fell unconvincingly flat.

"Tell me."

A tightness gripped Caitlyn's chest, but the truth was unavoidable. "I... tried with a pillow. Grinding on it, watching myself in the mirror, but I couldn't even get close. I ended up using the mattress, fucking myself on the corner."

"What were you watching?"

Caitlyn managed to get out the next words: "Well... I was on the phone."

After a few minutes of dead air, Caitlyn checked the screen wondering if the call had dropped. However, the timer kept running.

There was a shadow of anger in Miss Georgia's short reply. "Who?"

The pit in Caitlyn's stomach grew heavier. Tears prepared to fall as she knew she was at least disappointing Miss Georgia, if not jeopardizing their situation altogether.

"The girl from class. Alice."

Another stretch of silence was broken with Miss Georgia's hearty laugh, much to Caitlyn's confusion. "Oh yes, I know Alice. Very popular with the girls at the LGBT alliance. I can see why you like her."

The energy between them, carried on radio waves, remained unusually tense despite Miss Georgia's simple remark. Caitlyn could sense the impending hammer drop and held her tongue.

"And she made you cum?"

The memory of that feral orgasm arose in her mind and Caitlyn pushed it away, ashamed of the affront to Miss Georgia. "Y-Yes... I'm sorry."

Again, the quiet was taut like a rope between them, until Miss Georgia's harsh tone made Caitlyn jump out of her skin. "You should be. I did not give you permission to play with anyone else."

"Please forgive me," Caitlyn sputtered before she could think, alarmed by the venom in her voice.

Miss Georgia let out a bitter chuckle. "Forgiveness is the easy part, babe. Everyone makes mistakes now and then. It's how you learn from them that counts."

This response did nothing but make Caitlyn wonder why Miss Georgia was wasting her time with these platitudes. She ventured another try at an apology. "Please, I -"

"Shut your mouth," Miss Georgia commanded. "You will be punished tomorrow. My place, seven. Don't even think of skipping out on me."

With that, the call ended.

Caitlyn couldn't hold back the bout of crying that followed. Although her words were sparse, the weight of Miss Georgia's displeasure was enough to put an emotional sword through Caitlyn. She couldn't be mad at Alice, or even regret her. It was Caitlyn's weakness alone that was to blame.

Never being strongly disciplined for anything in her life save for typical teenage foolishness, she feared the approaching punishment, mostly because the extent and method were unknown. No doubt there would be a sexual element to it, the idea of which made a depraved eagerness mix with her roiling trepidation.

An hour or so later, after the initial panic had died down, Caitlyn stared up at the angels on her ceiling, as if they would whisper what was to come. Tomorrow would extend Caitlyn beyond her boundaries, she was sure. But with a teasing lilt, that evil little voice spoke up:

This is exactly what you signed up for.

* * *

The shadows of the house stretched in moving panels as Caitlyn followed Miss Georgia down the hallway. Her palms began to sweat as she moved through like a haunting spirit, out-of-body, carried by the whims of her human host. Miss Georgia had said nothing to her, just motioned for her to follow.

Caitlyn anticipated the room they approached would hold all manner of erotic implements and furniture (most of which she researched in preparation for her punishment), but inside was an office-turned-storage space. The walls were lined with cardboard boxes, neatly stacked and labeled, but dusty. Instead of a saint Andrew's cross, the room centered an oversized mirror and a simple stool positioned in front. Caitlyn's notion that she was to receive a spanking was proving to be sure.

"Top off, now."

Miss Georgia's eyes met Caitlyn's with a hard look. Caitlyn unbuttoned her shirt with quaking hands and folded it neatly, waiting for further instruction. With the narrowing of Miss Georgia's eyes, Caitlyn proceeded to fumble with the clasp on her bra, now half-nude in front of the older woman.

"Sit."

This relieved her, as the possibility of a spanking dwindled. She took her place on the stool, grateful to be sitting as her legs didn't seem reliable. The cool air on her back reminded her that she was bare, and she was doubly reminded by Miss Georgia's tangible gaze on her.

There was no preamble or explanation as she watched Miss Georgia walk toward the large mirror. She removed a tube of lipstick from the pocket of her silk pajama shorts, and began applying. And in Caitlyn's opinion, for far too long.

Her bewilderment increased substantially as Miss Georgia knelt in front of her.

Sensing Caitlyn's baffled state, Miss Georgia slipped her a tiny, gracious smile. "Don't get used to this."

Pure disbelief rose in Caitlyn as soon as Miss Georgia's lips met the skin of her chest. She started from the middle, then moved outward left and right, marking both Caitlyn's breasts with wine red lipstick. Caitlyn noted that she avoided her nipples, much to her dismay.

Nonetheless, the sensation made Caitlyn burn with need, but flounder in her cluelessness about Miss Georgia's intentions. "I thought this was supposed to be a punishment," she said before she could stop herself.

At that, Miss Georgia pulled away, having completed her work. The smile from a minute ago was deeply absent. "Do not question me."

Fear and thrill pierced her like a double edged blade and she cursed herself. She knew better.

Miss Georgia turned her around to face the mirror. What she saw aroused Caitlyn more than she anticipated. Her own form, shirtless in jeans, covered in the evidence of Miss Georgia's... affection? Control? She yearned for either, for both.

She gripped the edge of the stool, tempted to grind into the seat in an attempt to satisfy the exacerbated pulsing between her legs. Detecting her subtle squirming, Miss Georgia shot her a look of warning, but said nothing.

With a firm hand pressing on Caitlyn's right shoulder, Miss Georgia began marking her further with a stroke of the lipstick against her collarbone. Caitlyn watched in apprehension as Miss Georgia spelled a phrase in capital letters, reflecting backward in the mirror.

"Eyes closed."

Maybe it was better not to look, she reasoned as she shut her eyes. But with the darkness, every touch became amplified. Caitlyn felt Miss Georgia's trailing fingers down the side of her arm, the gentle pressure of the writing on her body. She traced the shapes as they came, attempting to string the letters together in her mind.

Finishing the prominent declaration that spanned the width of Caitlyn's shoulders, Miss Georgia moved lower, writing carefully under her breasts and across her stomach. Caitlyn no longer felt Miss Georgia's hands on her after a few minutes and considered opening her eyes, reluctantly anxious to see the results.

But Miss Georgia's feather-light touch ran down her spine and she felt the words stretch across her back. Warm breath tickled the space between her shoulder blades. The sigh that escaped Caitlyn's lips shifted to a gasp as she felt the edges of teeth clamp onto her right shoulder, a pain both sharp and dull. It faded quickly, but Caitlyn could feel the hot indents in her skin.

"Open."

The image that awaited Caitlyn sent a chill through her as the phrases blared like a siren, brutally unavoidable. The red was bright against her pale skin and she could almost hear the vulgarities on her body in Miss Georgia's honeyed tone.

Slut. Bitch. Addict.

The three were displayed on the column of her torso below her kiss-covered breasts, but like a garland across her collarbone, the most humiliating name:

Lesbian Fucktoy.

Caitlyn's face tingled with heat. None of those words had ever described her, but the tremors of a sob shook her as she realized that perhaps now all of them did. Two warring aches collided in her body, the rapid decline of her dignity dealing emotional bruises. Bruises that fueled the ever-gnawing drive for euphoria.

Still, her own ragged crying was enough to convince Caitlyn that this humiliation was truly a punishment. Despite the dampening of her jeans, she yearned for the end of it.

She watched Miss Georgia's reflection circle her prey and then step in front of her, blocking her view.

"Look at me."

Watery eyes met Miss Georgia's with a pleading intensity.

She spoke slowly. "Listen to me carefully. I am telling you this out of kindness."

Caitlyn forced herself to choke back her sobs and sat up straight, afraid of the indecipherable stare from the woman controlling her. She gazed up at Miss Georgia.

"I'm going to hit you."

An instant blankness covered Caitlyn's mind as she struggled to process the words. She held onto them loosely and acted on assumption. As she stood to get into position for the spanking she expected, Miss Georgia's hand curled solidly around the base of her neck and held her down. To Caitlyn's relief, she lifted the pressure after a few moments. Her hand traveled up to Caitlyn's cheek, caressing it delicately.

Oh fuck.

The jarring realization of Miss Georgia's plan made her stomach turn and tears welled up once again. Before she could mentally form any protest, Miss Georgia struck her across the face.

She could not have prepared for the fiery sting on her cheek, the shock against her jaw. The slap was forceful to an unknowable degree, as Caitlyn had never experienced anything like this in her life. Burning pain and a contradicting numbness flared over her face. She could barely feel her own weeping.

Then Miss Georgia was gone from her blurry vision. Caitlyn was abruptly alone. Against her better judgement, she drank in the pitiable sight of herself - covered in shameful profanities, freshly disciplined with the swiftness of a hand, and utterly, inevitably aroused.

Minutes dragged by, tears dried. The throbbing in her face refused to let up, but at least she regained an even rhythm to her breathing.

This was more than she expected. Much more. Caitlyn had anxiously prepared herself to withstand some teasing sexual remarks and ten to twenty slaps on the ass. What Miss Georgia was inflicting on her surpassed the extent of both her desires and her fears. She desperately wanted to be released, to be cleaned, to cry in private. Yet there was another part of her, one that she fiercely wanted to claw out, that luxuriated in the broken boundaries and degradation.

That side of her kept her seated and compliant as she waited for Miss Georgia to return to the room.

"You know, I studied photography."

Caitlyn turned away from the mirror, toward the sound of footsteps on the creaking floor. Miss Georgia held a digital camera, busying herself with the controls while she spoke as if she and Caitlyn were back in the library.

"It was a lifetime ago, but I didn't do too badly back then. Let's see if I still got it," she said with a disarmingly genuine smile.

Caitlyn was wrung out, no salty droplets left to spill down her face. She just shuddered and tried her best to follow Miss Georgia's instruction.

"Hands in your lap. Straighten your back and chin up. Turn to your left."

Her body reacted to the embarrassment of being photographed by betraying her, skin growing rosy with lust, nipples impossibly stiff. That tight, spring-wound feeling in her core caused an unforeseen wave of pleasure inside her. Caitlyn felt the phrases on her body defining her more with each passing moment.

She held stock-still as Miss Georgia captured her, picture after picture, walking around her and careful to show the dirty words across her back. There was no further command to pose or turn, just the sharp, intermittent click of the shutter and the saccharine grin on Miss Georgia's face.

It was a token for her, Caitlyn assumed. A sick memento of her submissive's first punishment.

Miss Georgia looked through the photos in amusement, scrolling through the numerous angles of Caitlyn's disgrace.

"I think everyone will love these."

Forgetting her place in a fit of terror, Caitlyn near-shouted. "What the hell do you mean?"

Miss Georgia's face twisted into a scowl as she approached Caitlyn in fast strides, leaning in close to her face. Caitlyn flinched, instinctively expecting the pain of the strike again.

"You will not speak to me that way again, bitch. You will listen to me and keep your whore mouth shut," Miss Georgia growled.

As quickly as she advanced, she retreated a few steps backward. Miss Georgia resumed the photography, ignoring Caitlyn's unraveling composure.

Hyperventilating, Caitlyn hugged herself tight in an attempt to self-soothe and hide the filth on her body. This seemed to increase Miss Georgia's eagerness to record her suffering.

In a voice better suited for a tour guide, Miss Georgia continued with a vague smile. "Like I was saying, I think these pictures really deserve to be appreciated by an audience. A personal audience."

Tears seemed to have replenished themselves, pouring out of Caitlyn's sore eyes.

"Maybe we'll start with Alice. I'm sure she'd be thrilled to see exactly what you're into... But I'm not sure about what Molly and Florence would think. On one hand, they could see you for the disgusting slut that you truly are and abandon you. On the other hand, they could get excited and want to play with you."

The thought of doing anything sexual with Molly or Florence had never crossed Caitlyn's mind, and she forged a mental barrier so it never would again. But the thought of them abandoning her festered.

"But all that is just speculation," Miss Georgia went on. "You and I, we know for sure what you are. A lesbian fucktoy. Isn't that right?"

In her infinite grace, Miss Georgia was patient as Caitlyn stuttered between gasps. "Y-Yes, Miss Georgia."

"Say it."

Caitlyn's expression contorted as if in physical pain again and she forced the words out.

"I'm a lesbian fucktoy."

"Good," Miss Georgia said, a sliver of praise in Caitlyn's hellscape. "Remember that, and don't even pretend that it doesn't make you soaking wet to say it."

A stimulating heat rushed over her as she couldn't deny it, her rising excitement kicking up the nerves in her mentally destroyed state. Caitlyn clung to the final vestiges of doubt, of the hope that Miss Georgia was bluffing.

"Tell me what rule you broke," she ordered.

Caitlyn spat out the answer in self-loathing anger. "I played with someone else without your permission."

"Will you break this rule again?"

She shook her head in haste. "No, Miss Georgia."

Miss Georgia grinned slightly, a twinkle in her eye. "I know you won't, and as long as you follow the rule, I'll keep these pictures to myself. Sound good?"

Relief flooded through Caitlyn and she exhaled, realizing that she was holding her breath. "Yes, Miss Georgia."

With nothing else to add, Miss Georgia set down her camera on a box and strode toward Caitlyn.

"Stand," Miss Georgia said.

She didn't know if she could, but the will to please Miss Georgia overwhelmed her. It's the only thing she knew in the moment.

It felt like a nightmare. It felt like obsession. It felt like love.

Caitlyn's knees gave out as she struggled to get up, her reaction to the punishment having exhausted her. Miss Georgia caught her in her arms. She pulled Caitlyn in tightly, surrounding her in softness. Caitlyn broke down again, forever stuck in a cruel loop.

But this time, she buried her face into Miss Georgia's shoulder. Caitlyn weakly wrapped her arms around her tormentor, her comforter. In turn, Miss Georgia squeezed her gently and pressed her lips against Caitlyn's forehead.

"That was really intense for you, baby," she whispered.

It wasn't a question. Caitlyn couldn't answer anyway, but the care in Miss Georgia's voice was heavenly, a sign that the torture was over.

"You handled it so well and I'm incredibly proud of you. You are such a good girl."

Her words were a balm to Caitlyn's injuries, and a notion of accomplishment flourished inside her.

I've earned this.

Pulling back for air, Caitlyn felt the pressure of the mere inches between them, and as if she learned nothing, acted out of turn.

Caitlyn's lips met Miss Georgia's with a sense of stability belying her floating feeling. It was reckless, but Miss Georgia kissed her back like a hesitant first-time lover. The connection held a foreign, innocent warmth, and more than the flames of want that consumed her body and mind, Caitlyn's very spirit craved that purity.

That safety.

"Can you follow me, darling?"

She should have been surprised at Miss Georgia's earnest question, but Caitlyn merely nodded and let Miss Georgia lead her through the house once again.

They entered a spacious bathroom, just as adorned as the rest of the house. Miss Georgia released Caitlyn's hand and turned on the tub faucet. By a newly gained instinct, Caitlyn waited for a command, but none came. Instead, she observed Miss Georgia curiously.

No longer a fearsome dominant, she was barely even the snarky librarian Caitlyn had first encountered. Miss Georgia was just Georgia.

Just Georgia, running her beautiful fingers under the water, drawing a bath.

Just for Caitlyn.

For the first time, Caitlyn was truly naked before Miss Georgia, the culmination of that prophetic dream. Miss Georgia gazed at her with a quiet awe and she watched Caitlyn settle into the water.

"Relax, love."

She sat back against the granite, Miss Georgia kneeling next to the bathtub. She pressed both hands into Caitlyn's tense muscles, lifting the obscenities with the warm oil dripping off her fingers. The water began to run pink, but Caitlyn thought of nothing except for the tender pleasure of Miss Georgia's caress. She teased her fingertips over Caitlyn's breasts before gently pushing her forward.

"Let me get your back."

Caitlyn had barely remembered there was writing on her back and she briefly wondered what it said, but it was better not to know. All that mattered was the caring, deliberate circles made across her skin.

The moment her eyes drifted closed, Miss Georgia's touch revisited Caitlyn's chest. She handled her breasts with admiration, tugging lightly on her sensitive nipples. Caitlyn felt Miss Georgia's breath on her ear, the curtain of her hair on her shoulder.

"I want you to enjoy this."

The silken sound fanned the embers of arousal that remained after all this time. Miss Georgia went to work on Caitlyn's body. Nurturing closeness turned to heated touch as her hands dipped under the water, reaching for Caitlyn's lower stomach. Subtle moans drifted out of Caitlyn's lips. She had longed for Miss Georgia's exploration, but couldn't have predicted the circumstances that led her there.

Turmoil faded as Miss Georgia's fingers brushed over her upper thighs. A stuttered breath caught in Caitlyn's throat, legs drifting apart in surrender. She was sure Miss Georgia's wandering hands could feel the slamming of her heart through her whole body, and the yearning grew with each beat.

Finally.

Those long, nimble fingers gently dipped into her softness, expertly grazing her clit just enough to make Caitlyn stiffen. Miss Georgia's even breath tickling the shell of her ear matched the rhythm of her pumping and Caitlyn clung to the sound, eyes flickering closed.

Visions of the night fell upon her unbidden. Those beautiful, humiliating words that vandalized her skin returned in her memory as a burning scarlet, permanent names sinking through into her muscles, her being. She clenched around Miss Georgia's sweet but relentless fingers at the thought. It was abundantly clear that her body needed not only the soft touches, but also the suffocating combination of fear and embarrassment.

The Caitlyn Kaufmann the world saw was now foreign, so far from the naked, trembling submissive she had become tonight. But Miss Georgia's eyes had seen her truly this whole time, from the first encounter in the library to the edge of orgasm she was bringing her to now. Caitlyn was honest and raw under Miss Georgia's care, and there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

Miss Georgia's voice broke Caitlyn's reverie. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you sweetheart?"

Caitlyn only moaned in response, knowing that her impending orgasm was the last thing Miss Georgia would be able to drag out of her exhausted body. Electricity shot through her as fingertips found her clit. Words slipped through her lips in a mumble.

"Please Miss Georgia, please may I cum? Please..."

"Cum for me, good girl."

Rose-colored water splashed from the tub as Caitlyn convulsed, a loud and shameless moan escaping her throat. In a rush, the months-long cyclical force of desire exploded inside her, lighting up the limits of her physicality like fire bursting through skin. Each wave of pleasure confirmed for her one thing: that she would rather endure Miss Georgia's brutal humiliations than go without her touch for the rest of her life. This was her final thought before the ecstasy took her consciousness.

* * *

She woke wrapped in smooth crimson sheets and the faithful arms of Miss Georgia. Her soft body was pressed against Caitlyn's back, tethering her to reality, to humanity. She timed her breathing with Miss Georgia's just to feel closer.

The night was deep now, moonlight slipping through the gap in the window curtains. Caitlyn gazed sleepily into the darkness until her whereabouts struck her. She sat up abruptly. Her parents were freaking out, she was sure.

"Where are my clothes?"

Miss Georgia's hand fell light upon her shoulder. "Lay back down, baby."

Even now, despite her panic, Caitlyn's obedience was immediate. She rested her head back, relishing in the gentle kiss Miss Georgia pressed to her forehead.

"I texted your parents from your phone. You're at Molly's as far as they're concerned."

Caitlyn released a heavy exhale she didn't realize she was holding and she let her eyes flutter closed again.

"You'll stay here tonight."

The smoky sweet scent of Miss Georgia graced Caitlyn's senses as she pulled her in closer. Sleep beckoned her again and she relaxed in the embrace of her mistress. Caitlyn sunk into her delicate whispers of adoration.

Miss Georgia's was an unfamiliar type of love she never knew, one she was never taught. One she might've been warned about. But in the stillness of this private world, it was everything Caitlyn ever wanted.