Chapter 02 – A European Queen by Arking
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Let the lessons Begin
“Is she always so curt?” Corrine asked still having a smirk on her face. And then continued not to wait for a reply. “So, you think I’m cute and you want to spank me. All you had to do was ask, …….Maddie darling,” Corrine dragged out her name slowly and she hoped as sexually as she could, using her given name for the very first time. She had no idea what fine line she was walking.
Madeleine Osborne smiled at her, “You are so smug young lady, you have no idea what is waiting for you,” Madeleine Osborne stood up and leaned forward over the study table, the palms of her hands flat on the table and her arms straight. The low-cut dress gave just a hint of what was hidden away and just out of reach. “You think it is all about sex, don’t you? As if licking some stranger’s pussy, getting them to cum on the end of your tongue is as sexy as it can be. But it is nothing like that,” She stated, her eyes boring into Corrine’s, not even considering what lay hidden underneath her very drab, cotton T-shirt, decorated with a Pink Floyd graphic of the two flowers just about to mate, black denim jeans, and smart-looking jacket.
“Then if it isn’t all about the sex, what else is there? Surely not romance and love,” Corrine asked with disdain.
“With love comes the romance, if you are smart and smitten. For me, it is all about control. Seeing someone like yourself giving up total control is going to be a pleasure to witness,”
“Someone like me? What do you mean, smart, cute, sassy, and downright sexy?”
Madeleine Osborne’s stare held her fixed to her chair; she was too scared to move. Corrine felt it, it didn’t fit well with her.
“Yes, someone like you. Young, gorgeous, sexy, and smug,” She answered as she broke the eye contact, smiled at her, wet her lips deliberately, and stood back, resting a hand on her hip.
Corrine stopped and thought for a moment. “Not to you Ms. Osborne?” The question was asked more in the hope of a positive response, than anything else.
“Oh no, definitely not me. They will make you a willing sub to some other Domme, and you will love every waking moment of it. You get the right Mistress, and not only will you be wanting her every moment of every day you are awake, but she will haunt you in your dreams as well,” She added as she walked from the study into the kitchen. “Fancy a drink before you leave?”
Corrine looked at her as she exited the study, her backside swayed in the tight red dress she was wearing. Corrine licked her lips once more and sighed. “Yes please,” The answer she gave was not only for the drink on offer. She was trying hard not to give away her feelings at that moment. The fact that she was way too late for that, never occurred to her.
Madeleine Osborne knew what she was doing, accentuating the wiggle in her walk, and she knew what young Corrine meant. She found a bottle of Riesling from her fridge and two glasses. “Fancy something to snack on?” She asked from the other room. “I assume you have eaten today?” Again the double entendre to the question was perfectly meant to tease.
Corrine stood up. The moisture in the boy shorts she had taken to wearing, was certain to give her away if Madeleine Osborne came too close.
“What’s on offer, to snack on I mean,” Corrine shot back. The sexual tension was building nicely she thought to herself.
“I have some savoury biscuits and some vintage Cheddar cheese to go with the wine,” She was told from somewhere further away in the house. Corrine heard the distant noises of someone preparing food, she thought. When Madeleine Osborne returned, she was carrying some clothing draped over her arm, a cutting board, a small block of cheese, and a box of ‘Shapes’ savoury crackers. Putting the cutting board in the centre of the table, she placed the cheese and a simple cheese knife with it. She opened the bottle and poured a full glass of the crisp white wine for Corrine and a half glass for herself. She went and sat next to her and handed her the clothes she had brought with her.
It was a French maid’s outfit. A short black and white dress with a solid white pinny, no blouse to cover her chest, and no knickers to cover her pussy.
Corrine laughed as she held it up. “Where’s the rest of it?” She asked seriously doing her best not to look too surprised.
“That’s it Corrine, that is all you will be wearing,” Madeleine Osborne looked at her with a very serious look on her face. “Stay there, I have something else to show you,” She got up and disappeared into the adjacent room.
Corrine looked at the outfit once again shook her head, and said to herself, ‘There is no way I’ll be getting into this, that is for certain’. When Madeleine Osborne returned she held her hands behind her back as if she was hiding something, which she was.
“The hardest part for you, I suspect, will be to wear this,” Madeleine Osborne produced a soft leather collar, with the word ‘slut’ embedded into the one-inch-thick band. On the front of the collar was a stainless-steel loop. Big enough to attach a lead on it if the tutor so chose to do so. The symbol would be lost on most people.
“I’m not wearing that and I’m not a slut. Thank you very much,” Corrine had an incredulous look on her face.
“Oh, but you are Corrine. How many girls have you slept with this month?” She was asked. “I am using the word ‘slept’ as a euphemism for fucking them. Before you answer that, let me just ask you. Can you count them on one hand? Bearing in mind it is only the 17th today,” Madeleine Osborne sat back in her chair. She let her dress ride up her legs until the hem was halfway between her knees and thigh. She had removed her high-cut knickers when she got the maid’s uniform from her wardrobe. She then proceeded to cross and uncross her legs, ala Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. She let her lips open in a meaningful way with her gaze now locked onto Corrine’s eyes.
Corrine looked, trying hard to accept what she had just seen, or thought she had seen. She was starting to get angry. She swallowed the glass of wine, not sipping it, but rather gulping it down, almost spluttering as she did so. “That’s none of your fucking business,” Her voice was raised. She pushed a hand through her hair. She glared at her tutor.
“Well, is it 1, 2, 5, or 10, or more?” Madeleine Osborne asked forcefully. “Or have you lost count?”
Corrine closed her jaw tightly, wanting to both storm out and scream at her at the same time. She did neither. “Just because I enjoy a casual sexual liaison now and again, doesn’t make me a slut,”
“Doesn’t it?” She smiled at her young student.
“My sex life is no business of yours or your kinky girlfriends and if you want me there on Friday night, I’m going to be dressed as I am now,” She told her as sternly as she could.
The tutor, pulled her dress down over her knees as she stood up and moved closer. She was standing over her, as Corrine sat in her chair. She then started to slowly raise her dress, looking down at Corrine, she wet her lips, and she continued to raise her dress until it was just about revealing her moist pussy. She stopped.