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From: [e-mail] (Steven Edwards)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Louise's Awakening: Pt8 - Pleasure
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Date: Thu, 13 Jan 1994 18:22:00 UTC
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Hi folks,

I'm afraid this is the last chapter.

It will probably be the last story for quite a while. I'm not very proflific
at the best of times, but I am feeling rather drained at present. I used
up a lot of my ideas on "Louise's Awakening" and it may take me some time
to come up with new ones ... there is nothing worse than stale erotica!

In some ways I'd like to write about Louise and Susan (from "Susan Starts ...")
meeting ... perhaps years later ... only I'm not sure I'm up to it!

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.

have fun and respect one another,

Steve Edwards

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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

          8. Pleasure

            The next morning Louise and Amy were ready and waiting for
          Sir. When he arrived, he released them and they made a dash
          to the rest-rooms, under word of honour to be good.
          Strangely, Louise found it easier to be good than Amy, in
          spite of it having been longer since her last climax. She
          seemed to be getting hooked on this frustration.
          Nevertheless, even Amy didn't masturbate to climax. When they
          returned to Sir's office, he put Amy back into her
          chastity-belt, and informed them that Louise wouldn't be
          experiencing frustration today. He then ordered Amy to
          undress her, force her to sit on a chair and hold her arms
          behind her back. Amy was more than happy to play this game,
          as was Louise to let it happen.

            Once Louise was seated, Sir advanced, knelt before her, and
          lowered his face between her thighs. He seemed to Louise to
          be a little bit clumsy compared to Amy, although she couldn't
          deny he had a strong tongue. It soon became apparent to
          Louise that although climax might be promised today, she was
          to be teased along the way. Countless times she found herself
          raising her bottom off the chair in search for his tongue
          which, at just the wrong moment, had been withdrawn. This
          teasing, coupled with the residue of two days of arousal and
          frustration, was building Louise to the biggest and best
          orgasm of her life. She was moaning, whimpering, and twisting
          in the chair, her teenage legs wrapped around Sir's torso.
          Closer and Closer. Suddenly Louise felt caught in the middle
          of massive explosion. Everything flashed white and then
          black. She had passed out for a few seconds! When she came to
          she was drained but grinning. Wow, was that good! Even Amy
          was smiling for her, although the sexy sight had only
          tortured her locked up clit.

            Sir then asked Louise to put on a different pair of leather
          panties. When Louise saw them she has a few misgivings, but
          Sir was insistent. They had two dildos built into the inside
          of them: a small one at the back and a large one at the
          front. It was rather tricky getting into them: adjusting both
          dildos into position at once was the hard part. Eventually
          Louise managed to lower herself into them, slowly allowing
          the dildos to enter her. She had never had anything in her
          anus before, and she wasn't sure she liked it. Nevertheless,
          she was finding the double stretching rather exciting. She
          wasn't at all surprised to learn that the panties locked into
          place similarly to the chastity-belt. As the last few days
          had been enforced frustration, today was going to be enforced
          pleasure.

            Louise was well aware of this as she took a few tentative
          steps across the room. The dildo's moved in and out slightly
          as she walked. She could feel tugging of the one up her
          vagina on her clitoris. As she walked over to where her
          clothes were to put them on, Louise suddenly found herself
          dropping to her knees as another orgasm shot through her. Her
          clitoris was so hot almost any touch was enough to trigger a
          climax. Louise suddenly had a clear insight that this might
          end up being worse torture than the chastity-belt!

            After dressing they headed off to their first lecture.
          Louise was walking gingerly. She was looking very flushed
          from her high state of arousal: her pussy was so wet that
          even her thighs were getting wet. Each step was a stab of
          pleasure, each step threatened to bring on another climax;
          one that she'd have to hide as she was in public. Amy was
          grumbling with frustration, and wasn't at all sympathetic to
          her plight. If only she could feel those feelings in her
          pussy and on her clit! It wasn't fair!

            Louise made it to her class without coming, but sitting
          down at her desk was almost her undoing. Sitting drove the
          back dildo deep into her and the sensation was nearly too
          much. Heavy breathing was required to bring her body under
          control, and this raised a few quizzical glances from some of
          the other pupils. Louise had everything under control until
          half way through the class, when the teacher asked her to
          write an answer on the blackboard. The walk to the front of
          the class brought a deep flush to her face; the walk back
          afterwards was awful, every step a thrill. Louise shuddered
          with an intense orgasm as she dropped back into her seat.
          No-one had noticed except Amy, who had been looking out for
          exactly that. They shared a weak smile.

            After that the pleasure-belt was more of a nuisance than a
          turn on. Louise felt that every ounce of pleasure had been
          wrung from her body, and the dildos were simply uncomfortable
          rather than exciting. She therefore went back to Mr.
          Williamson's office at lunch time and demanded that he take
          it off. He bowed before her determination, and gave her her
          freedom. Louise felt strange walking to the lunch hall. She
          was free! Knickerless and free!

            She met Andrew at lunch. He wanted to "show her heaven"
          again behind the Sport's hall, but she didn't feel like it,
          and she told him so. Maybe she wouldn't remain a virgin until
          her wedding day, (she wasn't sure if she still wanted to),
          but she was sure that she didn't want to give it away cheaply
          in a seedy place to a bossy boy she still wasn't sure she
          really liked. It felt very empowering taking control of her
          life.

            Louise knew, of course, that she would still inwardly
          thrill when ordered around. She had learnt that that was part
          of her nature. She would always be attracted to masterful
          lovers. Nevertheless, she also knew that in spite of her
          enjoyment of submitting to the sexual demands of others, she
          had developed into a well-balanced, sexy, and self-assured
          woman. She was going to explore her sensuality to the full,
          but without prostituting her self-respect. She might become
          someone's sexual plaything or slave, but she would never be
          anyone's victim or puppet. She was a modern girl.
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