Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 2

Her hands were cuffed in front of her, but the chain between her hands was comparatively long, about two feet. She was pushed in to one of the smaller dungeon-like rooms. It was no more than ten by ten feet and one half of the room was occupied by a large, filthy old mattress. Denise was waiting inside. Unlike Susanna she was bound. Her arms were held, underarm to underarm, in a pink leather pouch in the small of her back. She had her pink leather collar on and on her feet were white ankle socks with lace trimmings along the edge and pink stiletto shoe with ankle straps. The straps were locked by little heart-shaped padlocks. Her hair was left hanging loosely down over her shoulders and Susanna thought she looked devastatingly sexy. If it weren't for the fact that it made her look damn cute, Susanna would have thought the whole pink thing a little much, but as it was it underlined the combination of innocence and sex that she exuded. It was quite unnerving for Susanna.

Denise had clearly also been thinking about their previous sexual encounter because her face betrayed a whole range of conflicting emotions when Susanna was pushed into the cell. Part of her clearly wanted to kiss Susanna and part of her clearly felt guilty about the whole thing. As it was she stood with an insecure little smile on her face waiting for Susanna to take the lead. The cell was too small for them to stand very far apart and so they stood almost touching when Susanna tried to start a conversation. It was a feeble attempt to avoid an uncomfortable silence and soon it resulted in just that. Every time she was about to take up some topic, she would see the begging in Denise's eyes: the girl wanted to be held, not talked to. To make some of the awkwardness go away Susanna gently laid her hand on Denise's arm. The touch was clearly what she had hoped for. She sighed with relief and smiled at Susanna. The smile was murder on Susanna. It made her desire flare up, filling her with lust that wasn't supposed to be there. "We mustn't do this Denise, " she said. "I know Mom," she replied, "Its just that.Its just that it was so nice."