Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 7

At the academy Denise and the others immediately resumed their old routines. The training for the second year slaves had started a few weeks before the new batch of sissies arrived at the academy. Not many new elements were introduced in the training as the second year was mostly about perfecting the skills they had already learned. As Headmistress pointed out when she spoke to the assembled slaves and owners before they began their second year: "In the coming months I will expect perfection in every pose, every gesture and every single movement that the useless little sissy-sluts make.

Anything less than perfection will be severely punished. This is the year when we turn the horny little sluts into slaves that can be shown to your friends and associates without fear of embarrassment." Headmistress had been dressed in her usual outfit made of thick, dark blue leather and she wore her usual Oxfords with the seven-inch ultra-thin metal heels. As she slapped her riding crop against her left palm, she looked out through her severe fifties style glasses and her eyes lingered a moment at Denise as they sparkled with sadistic delight. Denise felt a chill of fear mixed with submissive lust as the eyes stripped her naked. She hadn't really known how much she feared and lusted after Regina von Kaltenbrunner until this moment, but now it became clear to her. Denise needed to be enslaved by the most uncompromising mistress or master available. It was a little surprising to herself that while she loved orgasms and would do almost anything to earn one, what she really craved, what she really longed for was domination of the harshest possible kind, to submit completely and totally to someone.

As Denise heard Headmistress address the owners she was shocked to discover that while she cared deeply for Master Tony, her sister and Mistress Rachel, she actually loved Headmistress Regina von Kaltenbrunner. That she should harbor such strong feelings for a woman who would not only treat her more brutally than any other mistress or master she could find, but who had also promised to castrate her, boggled Denise's bimbo mind.