Other Institutions: Ansonia Academy: Program 9

an offer mother can't refuse

The next afternoon, Janine was sitting at my desk, wondering why I had left a note for her to dress in a new outfit and be at my office at 5:00 pm sharp. She had no idea that her sessions—both in my office and at her daughter's suite—had been videotaped. The Chancellor, Vice-Chancellor and dean had reviewed the tapes this morning. To say they were impressed and pleased would be an understatement. They almost acted like schoolboys in their excitement and enthusiasm, congratulating me on discovering this gorgeous, voluptuous slut, inexperienced in SM but a natural submissive with an immense appetite for humiliation, subjugation, suffering and sex. They unanimously agreed to extend an employment offer.

She looked stunning in the ensemble, a gray pinstripe Armani suit, white blouse and three-inch heels. Underneath was an expensive set of French (or Italian) lingerie: bikini panties, shelf bra, garetr belt and stockings. She conspicuously moved her legs apart and positioned her feet outside the chair legs, forcing the short skirt to ride well up her thighs. I watched approvingly. But she was apprehensive, so I served her another large mug of hot tea, filled with a triple shot of strong dark rum.

"How do you like your new suit?"

"Oh, it's gorgeous, Headmaster. I've always loved Armani but could never afford it before." She decided it would be better not to mention how the undershelf bra, lifting and projecting her breasts, made her feel more exposed than if she had not worn a bra at all. Or how the incredibly tight blouse and tight jacket pressed on her nipples, still sore from the abusive sandpaper, keeping them semi-hard and continuously aroused.

"Well, all that's about to change. Janine, the executive staff would like to make you an offer." She took a sip, wary. "We'd like to hire you immediately as the executive assistant to the Chancellor and Vice-Chancellor. Their office suite is adjacent to this one, and includes a sitting area. Across the hall is the executive boardroom, where you'd also provide . . . service. The senior faculty have large, robust appetites and are quite demanding—and rewarding—when it comes to their personal assistant.

"First, we would fly you home first class. Of course, we'd pay all the relocation expenses, and we have an excellent moving company that would pack and unpack all your belongings. If you prefer to keep your car, a driver will bring it cross-country. Or we can help with a very low-cost loan here for the purchase of a new car here.

"Once your house sold you'd return here—first class, of course—and settle. We're prepared to offer double what you're now earning, with a generous raise after six months and again after a year. If the senior administration likes you half as much as I do, they tend to be exceedingly generous with gifts. Plus, we offer the best benefits available in academia, and that includes the finest medical, dental, vision and pension plans. And if you accept our offer today, you will receive a liberal signing bonus as well. All of this is possible because Ansonia is the most prestigious school of its kind in he country, with correspondingly the most expensive tuition, the most graduates who proceed to Ivy League Academys and universities, and the largest endowment of any prep school."

"Double what I'm currently—" she repeated, perspiring slightly. She looked slightly dazed by the suddenness and generosity of the offer.

I held up my hand. "Wait a bit before you comment or question." Amazed, she took more tea. "The position would not be taxing for someone of your professional experience. And it's ideal for your other. . . shall we say. . . natural talents. The hours are only 8 am–4 pm, although we'd expect you to exercise for a couple of hours in the morning or afternoon. There's a considerable amount of evening entertaining for visiting professors; speakers; senior staff from Academys, universities and other prep schools; as well as alumni who are major donors."

I decided not to mention how she would be made available to a dozen of the largest donors and to any of their upperclassmen sons who might be currently enrolled. All things in due time. Yes, we would keep this slut very busy indeed.

Janine felt overwhelmed and drank more, trying to process everything, the hot tea making her quite warm. I continued, "In addition, we—the senior staff—do a fair amount of traveling to other educational institutions and conferences, both domestic and foreign. For example, we have longstanding relations with sister schools in the States and also in England, Germany, France, Switzerland and Italy. You'd be expected to accompany us on some of those travels, which would naturally include. . . how can I put it . . . socializing during the evening. . . being a generous and accommodating managing secretary. Besides, your daughter tells me you love travel and would love to go to Europe for the first time." Janine nodded eagerly.

"Your personal time off would be four weeks the first year, six weeks the second and eight weeks the third. We include a very generous wardrobe stipend and other perks as well." Janice thought about being able to replace her entire wardrobe with truly beautiful designer clothing.

"You would live with your daughter in her current suite, a uniquely advantageous arrangement for a mother and daughter, especially two who are so similar. Janice would help to train you in Ansonia's methods and traditions, as you would be called upon to obey in helping with her areas of . . . special education." Janice had trained the mug, her mind spinning. By now she was sweltering. "Well, there you have it. Why don't you take off that nice new jacket before you respond?"

"Yes, sir" she agreed, pulling off the top to reveal a silk blouse so thin and tight that her breasts and black nipples were lewdly visible.

"Why me, Sir? And what about the woman I'd be replacing?"

"Frankly, my dear, we've never met a woman with your array of extraordinary sensuality and beauty, business skills, capacity and temperament, and . . . aptitude for special learning. We could say the same for Janice. The combination of the two of you living together at Ansonia is simply too remarkable to resist. It's very thoughtful to inquire about your predecessor, who requested a transfer to one of our sister schools in England."

"What exactly would my special duties be?" I stared back at her and she squirmed in her seat, the huge nipples pushing harder against the scandalously thin silk. "I mean, I'm sure I would do my best to . . . satisfy the staff, but would they also . . .?"

"Also apply corrections? Discipline you? Yes, Janine, they will, at least once a week and probably more. Not only the Chancellor and Vice-Chancellor, but also the Dean and myself as well." I didn't see the point of even more disclosure at this time, how she would be abused by select visitors, donors and even by several upperclassmen. "But I would never make this offer unless I was sure that you would . . . welcome these kinds of punishments."

"What sort of . . . instruments will they use, sir?"

"They will use a flogger, tawse, whip, crop and cane. However, I can assure you that they are not interested in tattoos, piercing or branding. However, they do have a proclivity for body modification."

"What is that?"

"In your case, it refers to extending or enlarging certain body parts." She was intrigued, fear and excitement mixed in her eyes, waiting for more details. "Although your nipples and labia are already very large, we would like to develop them further, via the application of clamps and increasingly heavy weights. You will also wear a progressively larger series of butt plugs during many workdays. And since your lips are already wide and thick, we will have our nurse give you collagen injections regularly."

"But if these parts are already . . . well developed, as you say, then . . .?"

"It's just the . . . fetish or special interest of the group. Better than branding and piercing, wouldn't you say? They want to look at know and see that your big thick lips are made to be wrapped around their cocks, sucking, blowing and deep-throating."

"Well, Janine?"

"Sir, this is an incredible opportunity for me and my daughter. I'm flattered to accept and only hope that I won't disappoint any of you."

"I'm pleased that you've accepted. Let's toast." I walked to the bar area, opened the small refrigerator and removed a bottle of Cristal and two chilled flutes.

"Oh my!" she said excitedly, "I've never had Cristal before." Deliberately, I stood in front of her and quickly uncorked the champagne. A spout blew out and fell on her chest while I silently complimented myself on my perfect aim. Her front was drenched, bringing her tits into full view. "Oh!" she yelled and laughed, already high from the rum.

"Easy come, easy go!" I added, laughing along with her. I raised my glass. "To our new exec admin!"

"To Ansonia!" she toasted, and began drinking. "Hmm, that's so delicious!"

"Bottoms up!" I prompted, although I was careful to sip only moderately as she swallowed her glass. "Take off that damp blouse; it's new and expensive."

"Oh!" she said, staring down at her chest drunkenly, only now remembering that she was no longer wearing one of her standard bras.

"That's your first directive as an employee, Janice, and we expect prompt compliance."

"Well, I guess it won't matter much, considering how wet I am and the kind of bra I'm wearing." While I refilled her glass, she unbuttoned the sodden silk, pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms, her eyes cast down with the shame and excitement of once again being exposed in my office.

"Your tits have recovered quickly; the cane marks only show faintly."

"Yes sir, my skin has always healed quickly."

"Take off your skirt and panties. We're going to conduct a demo to see how you react to body modification."

"Yes sir," she obeyed, unzipping and removing the skirt, undoing the garter straps, pulling the sheer panties, now sticky with excitement, off her moist mons and down the long legs, then refastening the garters to the smoky gray stockings. Meanwhile, I'd removed four clamps, four weights and two thin black cords from the coffee table drawer.

I thrust three fingers up her drenched cunt and she had a mini orgasm immediately. After removing my fingers and coating her nipples with pussy juice, I applied a cloverleaf clamp to each nipple and pussy lip. She sucked in her breath with pain, a better reaction than yesterday, so she was already adapting to the brutal clamps. She'd also had her lips stretched, so she watched attentively as I attached a black cord to each pussy clamp and pulled them toward the stocking tops. "Arrgghh!" she groaned in pain as I tied the cords to small metal rings, custom-sewed into the stocking tops, distending the lips by almost an inch. "Now comes the new part, your test."

Her eyes widened as I extracted four weights from the drawer. She jerked, bucked and mewled in pain as I clipped them to the nipple clamps, both of us staring at how they pulled the huge nipple stalks by a half inch.

Leaning over, I reached underneath the chair, unlocked and swiveled open a circular plate in the seat, revealing a sizable hole directly beneath her groin. Once the remaining pair of weights were hanging from her pulled pussy lips, dangling down into the opening of the seat, I shoved four fingers into her cunt. She came in a full-blown orgasm, writhing uncontrollably as the merciless weights swung wildly, her twisting body yanking the clamps and punishing the nipples and lips much more severely. It was a perfect union of pain and pleasure.

I unzipped, pulled out my cock, straddled the chair, grabbed her ears and pushed my cock into her slick mouth, pulling her head back and forth as I face fucked her, my prick pushing between the big lips that would soon be even larger. After only a minute, I shoved back her head and erupted onto her face. After a couple of drenching bursts I aimed downward and hosed her clamped tits, tight belly and mons, coating the pussy clamps, and finished by shooting all over her thighs.

I refilled her glass but she was too stunned to hold it, so I poured it into her mouth. She gulped it down gratefully. "Stay here," I ordered. I left her there, drenched with sweat and inundated in cum, to suffer the weight clamps for an extended time and walked to the student union, where I enjoyed a leisurely cup of coffee and spoke unhurriedly with several students before eventually returning and releasing her.

Upon my return, she gazed up at me with dazed eyes, the office reeking of fresh cum. Wordlessly, I unhooked the pussy clamps from the stockings and roughly pulled her up, pushing her a few feet to the coffee table. She groaned, the four weights swinging from the tortured nipples and lips. I pulled on both nipple clamps, indicating she should get onto the table, where I bound her wrists together and fastened the cord to a ceiling hook embedded in a low-hanging beam. Janine was now kneeling, her arms stretched tautly above, revealing their superb muscle tone and glistening smooth skin, as I removed the pussy clamps and weights. Fresh jizz dripped from her chin, nipples, labia, clamps and weights onto the black wood table.

She cried out as the circulation returned to her abused lips, while I slowly pushed my cockhead between the red and swollen pussy lips into her hot wet cunt, slamming the tawse into the side of one heavy breast and then the other, watching over her shoulder as the nipple weights swung violently. When I judged that her tits were sufficiently beaten by the tawse, I switched my thrusts into hard, deep jabs and began smashing the tawse into the grossly swollen clit that was practically begging for abuse. I fucked and beat her harshly until we both came again.

I went to my private washroom to clean up, then removed the nipple clamps and weights, but left her sagging from the ceiling cord. Sitting at my desk, I looked up from time to time to watch a stream of white spunk course out of her cunt and fall to the table. Thirty minutes passed. After completing some work, I finally released the nipple weights and clamps. "Thank you, Headmaster," she hissed in pain. I undid the wrist bonds and she collapsed in a gorgeous heap on the table, the tawny, smooth skin now reddened, marked, covered with cum, contrasting with the ebony color of the table. "Thank you, sir," she whispered, groggy from the bondage.

"You did very well, Janine. You may clean up, dress, return to Janice's suite and pack. The three of us are going out tonight to celebrate your hiring.

Once Janice agreed to the terms for her employment and slavery, she booked a first class flight for the next day to return home, give notice to her employer and landlord, sell her car, and move here. I booked reservations for a private booth at the upscale, private restaurant that the senior staff frequently used.

You'll find a handsome new clothing ensemble to wear on the trip. Our driver and I will take you to the airport at 8 am."

"Yes, sir."

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