A Most Wicked Headmaster (BDSM Erotica) by Jay Merson Page A

hard and coughed, glancing nervously around her
lest she should be overheard.
    "No, it doesn't offend me...and yes, it does excite me - quite
a lot actually."
    "Excellent," he stated firmly.
    "Are you married? I see no ring on your finger."
    Her expression dropped.
    "Yes, I am married, does that make a difference?" she said in
a hopeful voice and looked up with pleading eyes.
    He gave a broad smile.
    "Not to me," he said easily and felt his cock beginning to
harden, "When?"
    She hesitated momentarily in confusion and then said as a
hushed and secretive whisper.
    "The laundry rooms at the back of the kitchens, no one goes
there after 3pm."
    He smiled again and felt his cock jerk in his
pants.
    "Except us eh? We have a date...at three."
     
    ***
     
    The bitch was hooked, utterly smitten and ensnared. His
approach had been right he felt; compliment the ageing woman and
she would be putty in his hands. The headmaster was late,
deliberately so, it was twenty past three was he walked along the
corridor toward the laundry rooms. Humiliation was his aim with
her, to subject the woman to sexual and mental humiliation, that
thought made his already stiffing cock firm to full erection and to
rub pleasingly again the insides of his trousers.
    "I didn't think you were coming," she gushed, the relief she
felt obvious in her nervous voice and her manner.
    He closed the entrance door of the laundry rooms and locked
it, turning slowly to face her, a sardonic grin etched on his
face.
    "I command," he stated forcefully, "Always, and most certainly
when sex is involved."
    She stood shocked by his abrupt and direct manner but mutely
nodded her agreement.
    He circled her, deliberately silent, looking her up and down,
his expression set and giving no hint as to his mood.
    "Is it sex you want?" he asked and then added,
"slut."
    "Unnnh," she uttered, gave an involuntary shudder and nodded
her head rapidly several times.
    He chuckled.
    "Like the man to be in charge do you Bitch?"
    The woman gave a whimper; her voice was a throaty whisper as
she replied.
    "Yes, very much so."
    He pushed his chest out and moved to her front, commanding and
all-powerful, staring critically at the trembling woman.
    "When were you last fucked, slut?" he said the last word as
though it was bitter in taste and had to be spat out rather than
spoken.
    "Oh God," she muttered, "No one has used such words
for...well, for so long now."
    He chuckled mockingly.
    "In need of a cock are you?"
    She hung her head and flushed red but nodded
slowly.
    "My husband and I...We don't...Haven't for some long
time...well...you know..."
    "Yes or no?" he shouted loudly to make the woman start in
surprise.
    "Yes!" she shouted back in nervousness, anxious not to incur
the man's wrath.
    The headmaster leaned close to her face, his voice low and
threatening, a mocking sneer that increased his sense of command
over the nervous woman.
    "If you want my cock, you slut, then beg for it - on your
knees."
    The woman hesitated for a couple of seconds and then slowly
lowered herself to kneel before him. The stupid bitch even put her
hands together as if in prayer and looked up at him with pleading
eyes and a hopeful expression on her face.
    "Please," she pleaded softly, "please."
     
    The headmaster unzipped his fly and eased his stiff cock out
of his trousers, gripped it with one hand and offered it before her
face.
    "Good God!" she gasped, "I never thought...knew that one could
be so..."
    "Like it?"
    She swallowed hard and her eyes bulged wide in
amazement.
    "Yes," she said firmly and in the most decisive tone he had
heard from her to date.
    "Want it do you, bitch?" he teased and began slowly stroking
his hand back and forth to first roll the foreskin over the bulbous
head and then back to stretch the foreskin along his huge shaft and
to again expose the big head.
    "Yes!"
    He threw his head back and laughed loudly.
    "But you haven't begged for it."
    "Please, please!" she pleaded, "let me have it - give