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Subject: Louise`s Awakening: Pt6 - Frustration
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Hi,

All comments are welcome. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have
read access to the alt.sex hierarchy, so you will have to email me.

Cheers,

Steve Edwards

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Copyright Steve Edwards, January 1994.

Warning: The following is a work of fiction, which hopefully you will find
erotic.  All characters and places are figments of the author's imagination
and any resemblence to real events is purely coincidental. It contains
explicit material not suitable for minors. Please remember that this is just
a fantasy. In real-life always practice safe-sex, or remain faithful to a
faithful partner.

It may be distributed electronically and archived, but only with these
disclaimers and byline attached. It may not be sold for profit, except
by me. :-)

                                Louise's Awakening

          6. Frustration

            The next morning found Louise wondering what she was doing
          knocking on the door of Mr. Williamson's office. What was he
          going to do about yesterday? What could he do? Louise felt
          renewed mortification over what had happened, only this time
          it wasn't mitigated by arousal. After one knock he opened the
          door and ushered her in. Louise felt very small and
          vulnerable as she slipped past this strong man. Her agitation
          wasn't helped any when he locked the door behind her. She
          stood there uncertain; unsure whether or not it was up to her
          to say something first.

            "So", he started, once he was sitting behind his desk.
          Louise trembled slightly at his voice, it was so gruff and
          manly, it made her feel all weak. "You like to go around
          spying on teachers do you?", he inquired. "No sir", Louise
          whispered, suddenly finding her shoes a source of infinite
          fascination, as her cheeks flamed into colour. "Oh? And what
          were you doing yesterday?", Sir asked with a hint of
          impatience. "I ... I ... was returning to tell Miss Maxwell I
          had found my watch", stammered Louise. "But that's not what
          you were doing when I found you was it?", Sir demanded. "No
          sir". "You were masturbating after having spied on us weren't
          you?". "Yes sir", Louise admitted, wishing yet again that the
          ground would open up and swallow her. "And then you climaxed
          in the very presence of your teachers!", Sir accused

            Louise could feel righteous indignation swell within her.
          Why the old hypocrite! It was he who had forced her fingers
          backwards and forwards in her pussy! Her anger was
          side-tracked however by his next comments.

            "You need to learn more self-control young lady. I bet you
          are even wet now. Lift up your skirt and show me!"

            Louise couldn't believe her ears. He couldn't possibly have
          said what she thought she had just heard. Anyway, how had he
          known that remembering yesterday and her current situation
          had started to excite her? "Pardon?", she asked
          incredulously.

            "Lift up your skirt and show me", Sir repeated patiently.

            Louise wasn't sure if it was her arousal, stupidity, or her
          habit of obeying Andrew's orders that led her to obey, but
          with trembling fingers she picked up the edge of her school
          skirt at the front and raised it.

            "All the way. Yes that's right. Look your panties are
          stained already. You are a very wanton girl, a hussy. I can
          see I need to take you in hand and teach you some
          self-control. Take your panties down, and stand with one foot
          on that chair".

            Louise's clitoris was throbbing madly at this humiliation,
          yet somehow she managed to obey without shaking. She felt
          very exposed, the cool air of the office circulating over her
          heated pussy, and Sir looking at her with an unmistakable
          intensity. "Turn around with your back towards me, and thrust
          your bottom out", he demanded. Louise obeyed, feeling more
          wicked and wanton by the second. She heard Sir move from
          behind the desk, she longed to turn and look, yet knew
          instinctively that she shouldn't. She trembled as she hoped
          she might get fucked like Miss Maxwell had been. But could
          her virgin pussy take such a monster cock?

            In spite of all her attention being focused on her hot sex,
          Louise still jumped as she felt Sir's rough fingers touching
          her pussy. It was so different from Amy's delicate touch.
          Nevertheless as his fingers rubbed her pussy in a circular
          motion, her clitoris began to pulsate joyously, and her love
          juices flowed over them. Just as she was sure that nothing
          could prevent her from having a massive climax, Sir removed
          his fingers and smelt them. Louise groaned with frustration,
          almost missing his comment that she really was an
          undisciplined hussy.

            Before Louise fully realised what was happening, Sir was
          demanding that she step into a leather garment. In his
          insistence and her passion weakened state, Louise did as she
          was commanded without thinking. Louise stood there, holding
          her school skirt around her waist as Sir tightened the waist
          strap and the strap that ran between her legs. He seemed to
          have dressed her in sexy leather panties. Louise wondered
          only briefly about the rigid cup in the crotch which covered
          her pussy without touching it, until that is, she heard the
          click of a small padlock at the back, locking the straps in
          place. She suddenly had a horror that she knew what she was
          wearing. "What ...!!", she cried, nearly falling over as she
          backed away.

            "Yes, as you have guessed, it is a chastity belt.", Sir
          confirmed with a smile. "It is to teach you some
          self-control. Control you so obviously need. You will find, I
          think, that you will be unable to come while you are wearing
          it. Your busy masturbating fingers will be unable to reach
          your hot clitoris, no matter how hard you try. In fact,
          whenever you want to come, you will have to come to me and
          ask. And ask very nicely."

            Louise could hardly believe what was happening. She tried
          desperately to remove the garment, but it was obvious that it
          wasn't going to move. Sir just smiled at her efforts. "I
          think you'll find that even rocking your legs together won't
          be able to provide that needed stimulation either", Sir
          added, with obvious delight. "The box in the crotch will also
          keep your legs slightly parted, just enough to prevent that
          from working. And the fun of it is that no one will know that
          you are wearing it under your school skirt", he ended with a
          flourish. "You won't be the first young hussy at this school
          whom I've taught to ration her pleasures by making her wear
          one of my chastity-belts for a few weeks".

            "A few weeks!", the thought echoed in Louise's mind like a
          jail sentence. She could feel that her pussy was still wet
          and her clitoris was still throbbing. No-one had told them
          yet that it was no good, they weren't going to see any more
          action for awhile. She couldn't prevent a groan of despair
          and frustration. Suddenly her anger flared. How dare he! He
          had no right! It was her body and no-one ..., but immediately
          she realised that that was not the way to 'ask nicely'.

            "Please sir. Take it off. I ... um ... that is, I ... um
          ... really need to come sir. Please help me!", Louise
          swallowed her pride as she asked. Her hopes rose as he
          beckoned her to him. Taking her in his strong arms he kissed
          her, and, to her delight, one of his large hands closed over
          her blouse covered breast. His moulded her breast and tweaked
          her hardening nipple, while he kissed her in an excitingly
          possessive way. It was a kiss well beyond anything she had
          ever dreamt of when she'd had her crush on him at thirteen;
          it branded her. It also made her pussy flood and her clitoris
          throb. Instinctively, her hand dropped to touch them. Her
          passion fogged mind was shocked when it encountered the hard
          leather coated obstacle. At her groan of frustration, Sir
          broke their kiss, stepped back and said, "You may want to
          return tonight after school so I can release you to use the
          toilet. That will be all young lady. You may go."

            Seconds later Louise found herself outside of his office,
          still stunned with what had happened to her. Her pussy was
          aching to be touched, to be filled. And she couldn't do
          anything about it. Nothing at all. But she needed to come!
          Desperately! She was just about to hitch her skirt and see if
          there was some way she could slide a finger inside when
          another teacher turned into the corridor, and she hastily
          went on her way. She felt very self-conscious as she walked
          along, the leather harness feeling so large and alien, and,
          as it rubbed between her parted bottom cheeks, sexy.

            Louise toyed with the idea of going immediately to a
          rest-room to try and masturbate, but unfortunately, it was
          nearly time for her first class, and she'd been slipping off
          to the rest-rooms so often over the last month she was
          beginning to get a reputation with the teachers for always
          being late. So instead, Louise sat through a history lesson,
          and despite the efforts of the teacher to make it
          interesting, her mind wondered and concentrated on her
          predicament. If what he said was true, Mr Williamson had
          taken away her freedom to climax. She was utterly dependent
          upon him to release her frustrations. What would Amy say?
          Come to that, what would her parents say if they found out!
          Louise also realised that she was going to be very limited in
          what she could wear: although discrete, the chastity belt
          would be obvious under tight trousers or shorts. Luckily
          she'd already had all her sports lessons for this week!

            A few weeks he had said. But since discovering masturbation
          a month ago, not a day had gone by without her experiencing
          at least one climax. Even Andrew at his most merciless had
          never teased her for more than an hour without granting her
          release. But then again, surely she could last a few weeks,
          and, if she avoided stimulation, it shouldn't even be too
          hard. She wasn't going to humiliate herself again by begging
          for release like she had this morning. Her frustration was
          only a dull ache now, it had faded with her arousal, and the
          urgency that she had felt only half and hour previously
          seemed unreal. Anyway, she doubted that the belt would work.
          She was sure that she would be able to find some way to send
          herself over the edge.

            Louise was dismayed however, when she realised that the
          predicament itself was exciting her, and keeping an insistent
          tingle coming from her aching clitoris. Assuming the belt
          worked, it was going to be much harder to survive if she kept
          on being aroused like this. Then she remembered what he had
          said about other "young hussies": she looked around the room
          wondering if any of the other girls were in a turmoil of
          sexual frustration because their pussy's were locked away in
          chastity-belts. It was a very exciting thought, and Louise
          groaned inwardly as she felt love juices start to flow yet
          again.

            A quick visit to a rest-room between classes soon made it
          clear to Louise that the belt did indeed work. None of her
          efforts to slide a finger into the tightly fitting panties
          were successful. All she succeeded in doing was making her
          pussy wet and her frustration climb to new heights. She was
          in a foul mood as she turned up for her next lesson. The sexy
          feel of her chastity-belt was most unwelcome. To make matters
          worse, Andrew passed her a note which read:

                  "Hi sexy,
                      See you behind the Sports-Hall at lunch time.
          Today is your lucky day: I'm going
                   to fill you with my hard cock. Anticipate!
                          Luv,
                             Andrew"

            As she read the note Louise blushed, thrilled, and worried,
          at practically the same time. Andrew was always passing her
          sexy notes, but this was the most outrageous, suppose a
          teacher had intercepted it! Andrew was actually going to take
          her virginity at long last. Then it occurred to her that she
          was going to be disappointed: chastity-belts still retained
          their original function of maintaining chastity as well as
          preventing orgasm. It was surprisingly difficult to come to
          terms with the loss of freedom that wearing a chastity-belt
          entailed. It was as though her mind was incapable of
          understanding what "no access to her sex" meant. Scowling
          with frustration, Louise scribbled a note to Andrew which
          simply said, "I can't". Andrew's return note was full of his
          arrogant dominance, it read: "Be there. No excuses". Louise
          sighed, she could see that he'd just have to find out the
          hard way.

            Louise met Andrew there at lunch time. He was already
          waiting for her. She was about to explain her situation, but
          he interrupted her and forced her to her knees before him. He
          unzipped his trousers, took out his half erect cock, and
          urged her head towards it. Louise had never sucked his cock
          before, but she had watched Amy do it. It had always looked
          so lewd and exciting to see Amy's sweet lips parted in that
          round 'O', and to see Andrew's throbbing erection slide in
          and out of her mouth. Nevertheless, it felt very strange
          touching it with the tip of her tongue. It was warm, and had
          a slightly musky taste unlike anything she'd tasted before.
          Tentatively she took the tip of it into her mouth; her lips
          had to stretch surprisingly wide even though it wasn't erect
          yet. She felt depraved and wicked as she knelt before Andrew
          and slid the tip backwards and forwards over her lips, her
          tongue lashing it from time to time. As her head bobbed, her
          hands moulded and lifted her breasts, her nipples already
          hard with excitement. Andrew's cock grew into a majestic
          erection, for, as he said, she was a hot little cock-sucker.

            Throbbingly close to ejaculation, Andrew withdrew, and
          ordered her to turn around, lift her skirt, and drop her
          panties. "What the hell's that?", he had demanded, as the
          black leather panties with their buckles and padlock came
          into view, and "It doesn't matter, just get them off". "I
          can't!", Louise wailed, cock-sucking having aroused her
          almost as much as it had Andrew, "It's a chastity-belt and I
          don't have the key. Mr. Williamson does. You didn't give me a
          chance to tell you". Andrew swore; not a Louise, but at the
          situation. He was feeling really horny; he'd been planning
          this deflowering Louise for days, and he hadn't planned on
          being thwarted at the last minute. They were both irritable
          with frustration as they made their way back to the
          classrooms.

            Half way through the last lesson Louise found she was dying
          to take a pee. She had been ignoring the growing pressure all
          afternoon, but it impossible to that any more. There was no
          danger that she'd forget to return to Mr Williamson's office
          after school for release. She found herself hoping from one
          foot to the other as she waited outside his office after
          knocking. After an age he opened the door and she entered.
          Even before she spoke, it was plain from her movements that
          she was desperate, so he released her, but told her to be
          sure not to masturbate while she was in the Ladies or else
          he'd be sure to be able to tell, and next time he'd leave her
          to wet herself. The threat seemed so real that Louise obeyed,
          although she couldn't avoid frigging her clitty a little bit,
          in spite of only increasing her frustration as she didn't
          dare do it long enough to climax in case Sir guessed.

            Louise wasn't sure why she went back into his office and
          let him re-fasten the restraint. She'd spent all day hating
          it. Only she couldn't deny to herself that she had also found
          it extremely exciting and sexy. Also, it was easier to submit
          to orders, especially from assured hunks like Sir and Andrew.
          Louise pondered this over and over in her mind as she walked
          to Amy's, but she reached no conclusions other than that she
          must be mad.

            Once alone, and alerted to Louise's predicament, Amy and
          Samantha had demanded to see. Louise felt very lewd as she
          stripped off everything except the chastity-belt. She
          couldn't avoid moving provocatively for them, thrusting her
          leather clad bottom towards them. They clamoured to know what
          it felt like, and Louise endeavoured to describe her day's
          frustrations and longings. The only trouble was, talking
          about it with Amy and Samantha was re-awakening her feelings
          all over again. Out of sympathy and lust, Amy and Samantha
          set about doing everything they could to bring Louise to
          climax. One would suck on her nipples, while the other would
          kiss around the gusset and thong of the panties, then they
          would change, and one would nibble up the inside of her
          thighs while the other whispered sexily into her ear. And the
          sisters' efforts were not without results: Louise was driven
          to heights of excitement she had never even dreamt existed.
          Nevertheless, climax and satisfaction eluded her. Eventually
          Louise wound down feeling more wretched than ever. That night
          her dreams were torrid indeed.


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