The Tutor [Pryde & Letexta]

[Pryde]

Olivia squirmed slightly as she stood, still on the door step, nerves fluttering in her stomach. The same nerves that she always felt when she was visiting Miss Lynn. Although this time... This time felt a little more intense. This time, Liv had made a promise to herself.


She was going to tell her.


She had her whole spiel all planned out in her head, she'd even planned it out in the mirror the night before, feeling like a blushing little girl as she'd stood there. Liv just had to tell her. Had to tell her that the butterflies she felt in her stomach weren't just nerves... There was pure, unbridled love mixed in there as well.


Liv looked down at herself anxiously. She'd tried to dress herself nicely, more so then she usually would. By choice, she was a tad on the tomboyish side. Jeans, sweat shirts and trainers over skirts and heels. She was still wearing jeans today, but a nice, black pair, that hugged the curves of her legs, right the way down to her feet which were encased in a pair of black leather ankle boots, the slight, chunky heel underneath them raising her up slightly from her usual five foot five. Her top half was covered by a sleek, blue chiffon blouse. The smooth material was slightly fitted to the curves of her frame, the bottom of the sleeveless top neatly tucked into her jeans all the way around, and the top carrying some subtle black details around the arm holes and high cut v-neck. With subtle make up applied, and her hair carefully brushed, loose around her shoulders rather then it's usual messy bun, Liv looked undeniably sleek and pretty.


Taking in one last deep, nervous breath, Liv tapped on the door in a slightly meek, anxious knock. Her mind went blank as it swung open. All that preparation last night flowing out of her head. Panic bubbling up in her stomach, Liv stammered out,


"M-missLynnIthinkIloveyou..." All as a single garbled sound, her face paling with nerves...

It was late afternoon, but Ava had woken up not twenty minutes passed. When she opened the door to greet her only appointment for today, the beautiful blue orchid on her doorstep would be facing a rather unkempt tutor, with ruffled, right-from-bed hair. Yet, even when she seemed to have come straight from bed, wearing only a loose silk robe, and clutching a bulbous cup of herbal tea, she was as effortlessly gorgeous as ever, with her relaxed, but dominating posture, and an erotic air about her that just sucked flies like Little Liv in.

She couldn't understand a word of what the girl was trying to say, but it would seem she was in a greater deal of distress than usual. She had grown accustomed to the young girl's nervousness, which wasn't really an attractive trait, but now she didn't even seem able to pronounce coherent words. It was a long time since she had been a teenager, but she could still recall teenage angst, which she wrote it off as.

Ava crossed her arms softly across her chest. "I don't know what's wrong, darling, but I can't help you with it unless you're able to speak. Come in. There's hot water, I'll fix you a cup of tea and you'll tell me everything, yes? Come now. It's going to be okay," she said. It wasn't really a suggestion. When Ava proposed something, it rarely was.

Ava's house, reflecting her personality, was rather messy, but somehow elegant and refined. There were a lot of odd paintings and pictures, some not even framed, or on the wall for that matter, just on the floor, slanting upright against some surface. There were exotic ornaments and objects from possibly every culture and time period of the 20th century, and the furniture was in the same, eccentric fashion. It was all chaotic, but it was remarkably beautiful chaos. She swept across the floor, her long silk bathrobe looking almost like a princess' dress when she wore it, leading the way into the kitchen, where there was no kitchen table, but several different-sized coffee tables and an impressive assortment of wicker work chairs. "Take a seat," she said, and poured her a cup of tea. A minute later, she put it down in front of her and sat down calmly, crossing her smooth-shaving legs in a way that made her robe slip to expose most of her legs. Though she didn't seem to notice, or even care for that matter. "Now, relax. Just tell me. What's on your heart?"

Liv exhaled hard, trying to hold that panic down in her stomach. She hadn't heard.This could still be recovered. The way she spoke... It really was a roller coaster for Liv's stomach this morning. Nerves, panic, and now as she heard Miss Lynn's unintentionally comforting words, a strange, warm glow, spreading out from her heart. Even with her early morning bed head, and her casual words, it was enough to make Liv's heart flutter the same as most people's would've if she'd answered the door with a tight dress and flirty mouth. Liv didn't need all of that though. Miss Lynn was so elegant, so beautiful, that even with the minimal effort she'd put in this morning, Liv still couldn't rip her eyes away.


The girl blushed as she stepped into the house, her eyes fixed on the woman before her. There's no way Liv could ever look that good, at least not in her mind.


Without much of a choice, not that she thought of it like that, Liv quietly followed Miss Lynn forwards into the house, heading for the kitchen as she desperately tried to suppress the blush she could feel spreading across her cheeks, and burning up to the tips of her ears. The girl self consciously pushed her hair back behind one ear, tearing her eyes away from the woman before her and shuffling over to one of the many seats sprawled across the space. Liv loved these rooms almost as much as the woman who walked them, and settled into her favourite wicker seat, near the corner of the room, tucked away amongst the mess. Today though, it offered nowhere to hide. Liv couldn't hide from her feelings.


As Miss Lynn approached with the cup of tea, Liv made herself smile a thanks up at the woman. A vague thought flashed through the girl's mind... Did she know that Liv took sugar? The thought was fleeting though, as Miss Lynn spoke out. Liv couldn't peel her eyes away as the robe slipped up, and she almost didn't hear the woman's casually imperative words. In the end though, she did hear, and stammered to obey, even with the nerves back in her stomach, her face flushing, and her eyes falling, unable to maintain the woman's gaze. Liv clutched the warm cup as she spoke, barely more then a whisper.


"I... I t-think I l-love you..."

Ava usually didn't tolerate nervous, insecure people. They affected everyone around them with miserable, awkward feelings, which, since Ava had quite a sensitive, artistic soul, could be experienced as a major downer. The older woman had never had any problems with it herself though; even in her teenage years, she had retained a certain level of cool which persisted to this day. Little Liv, though, wasn't lucky enough to be born as laid-back as her, and was clearly strung up about something. It would definitely be best to get it out of the way so they could get to work, because she wouldn't be able to teach her anything if she continued to act like a pathetic, blathering little gremlin.

When Liv spoke, or whispered rather, what was bothering her, however, everything fell into place. This explained why she had been acting so curiously these past weeks. Not that the idea hadn't strafed her mind, since she wasn't entirely useless at reading people, she wasn't a mind-reader, and Liv was usually so timid it was difficult to imagine her confessing something like this. Though, in this specific manner, it would have been.

Ava leaned back and sighed. "I see," she said, and took a sip of her cup. She didn't seem too surprised, and she was taking the confession with ease. It wasn't the first time someone had told her that, after all. In fact, quite a few had done so over the years, as she attracted more people than she needed in her life. Liv, however, was a very pretty young girl. And although she was insecure about herself, she was smart and talented, and usually mannered. Maybe… yes, maybe she could prove herself to be worth more of her time. Perhaps she was even worth her affections.

"You've had these feelings for a while," she said, stating it rather than asking. "Now what do we do about this," she said, combing Liv's hair behind her ear with a dainty finger, as the chairs were positioned quite close to each other. Even such a light touch seemed electric; everything Ava did felt and sounded erotic, like she was a living and breathing aphrodisiac. "Do we engage in a relationship? Is that what you had in mind? To be your tutor's lover," she said, her every word dripping with sensuality. She poured on some extra just to play with her. "Is that what you want?" She asked, cupping Liv's chin.

Oblivious of the thoughts running through Miss Lynn's head, Liv perched anxiously on the edge of the seat, unable to let herself relax into it any more fully then she was right now. The girl bit her lip, and turned her face down towards her lap, letting a curtain of brunette hair fall in front of her face. She was almost trying to hide behind it as the smooth tones of Miss Lynn's voice filled her ears.


Liv jumped slightly as she felt the smooth, cool skin of Miss Lynn's finger brushing the side of her face, and pushing her protective curtain of hair back behind one ear with gentle, yet firm motions. The flinch became a shiver of warmth, coursing through her as it spread out from that light contact. Down the side of her face, across her exposed upper arm where her hair was gently moved away, and all the way down through her. The touch was magical to the girl, perched there on the edge of the seat, and her lips spread into a slight, anxious smile. There were still nerves there, bubbling away down in the pit of her stomach, but they were being soothed gently by the magical touch and erotic words.


Unaware of Miss Lynn's decision that she may be worthy of her time, Liv once again shivered as the woman cupped her chin. If the hand hadn't been there, she'd have dropped her face right back down to stare at her lap again. As it was though, she was forced to meet Miss Lynn's eyes, forced to face her questions. The contact on her chin was soothing, yes, but the questions were making Liv's stomach churn again as she spoke, once more barely more then a whisper,


"I-I think so M-miss..." Liv subconsciously was still on damage limitation, still preparing for the worst of Miss Lynn having none of the same feelings towards her. She was still trying to cling onto a little sliver of a safety net, still trying to be able to deny everything if Miss Lynn had turned around and scoffed.

It wasn't every day that such an opportunity presented itself, so freely, to Ava. Not that she didn't attract anything with a pulse, but love was, if that was what Liv was feeling, a particularly powerful emotion. Once you were in love, it was almost impossible to do anything about the matter. Which, in this situation, put little Liv at her mercy entirely, since she was the confessor; the vulnerable one. And vulnerability was so very adorable. Enticing, even. It was a lot sexier to Ava than the raw lust many expressed for her. To have a vulnerable young girl in her grasp was too tempting to turn down.

She was quiet for a moment as she observed the girl, looking into her face to see if she was really being genuine. So far as she could tell, she was being painfully earnest. "That wouldn't be very appropriate, now would it? I'm twice your age… and I'm a friend to your parents. I don't think they would condone such behavior from you, now would they," she said in a chiding tone, still cupping her chin, holding her head up, forcing her to look her in the eyes instead of hiding. Ava had big, hazel-nut eyes that seemed to see everything, looking straight into poor little Liv's vulnerable soul.

"So it's a good thing I'm not them, isn't it?" She said, her full lips curling into a warming smile. "I don't think it's a cup of tea you need," she said decidedly and put Liv's cup away. "Your body needs to be loved, doesn't it," she breathed, standing up from her seat, in an elegant, sensual way. She loomed over Liv, and suddenly gripped her blouse and roughly pulled her to her feet. Ava was almost a head taller than Liv, so she was looking down at her as she took her head in a loving embrace with both of her hands. "You need a woman's love," she breathed, her lips brushing past Liv's and planting a thick, wet kiss on her forehead, as if to mark her as her own.

Liv knew. Liv knew for sure that she was in love. In fact, she was totally smitten with the woman, and that was before she'd even layed a finger on her, or began with those sultry tones. Now... Not Liv didn't even know what she was feeling, but whatever it was was so intense that she felt like she was going to burst with it. What she wasn't aware of, were the slightly more sinister thoughts making their way through Miss Lynn's head. Thoughts of just how vulnerable the little thing perched in front of her was... How adorably exposed.


Liv's own eyes were a light grey colour, and seemed to widen in her face as she stared up at the woman, unable to turn her head away. The words coming out... They were everything that Liv had feared. She was right. This was crazy. She was twice the girl's age, a friend of her parents, and she was right, her parents certainly would not approve. Oh god... What would her parents say if they found out? Panic began to bubble up in Liv's stomach, and she squirmed in the seat, uncomfortable at both the words, and the slightly patronising way they were delivered. She felt pathetic as she felt her eyes beginning to widen and dampen at the Miss Lynn's words, and angrily reached up with one hand, rubbing at her eyes in the hope that Miss Lynn wouldn't notice, her neck tensing up slightly as she tried to pull her chin away.


In a second though, they were gone. Replaced by a moment of confusion as the cup was pulled from her hand, the one that hadn't been rubbing at her eyes, and Miss Lynn's words filled her ears. Liv's neck craned back, her head tilting as the woman stood up, towering over her as the girl peered up, and before she had the chance to even think, a shock of warmth jolted through her slender frame as Miss Lynn's hands firmly gripped the soft, silky chiffon of her blouse, pulling her up onto her feet. Liv wasn't quite so used to wearing high heels, and her knees wobbled precariously as she was pulled up onto her feet. They seemed a little pointless to. Even with the extra height they gave her, Liv was still the shorter of the two by quite a ways.


The girl's heart leaped as she felt her head being tightly embraced, felt the warmth of Miss Lynn's words in her ears, and the warmth of her lips on her small forehead. She could feel herself melting, letting her weight move forwards into the woman a little bit, as well as the panic she'd been beginning to feel melting away out of the pit of her stomach.

Ava could feel the effects her kiss had, as the girl turned to jelly in her arms, as she lost a lot of the tension she had been wracked with. Smiling, she knew now just have in love poor Liv was with her, and if a simple kiss had such tremendous effect, she wondered what the girl would do to feel more of her affections. For now, all she was getting, was that one kiss, which had been so brief it was over by the time Liv had realized what was happening. She wasn't planning on spoiling the girl, after all. That wouldn't do.

She pulled away from her and put a gentle hand on her cheek. "You're so lovely… I do accept your love, and I do want you in my life," she said, to comfort her before the hard part came. "But given the taboo nature of this relationship, we're going to have to set some ground rules," she said, wiping the corner of Liv's eye with her tumb, her moist eyes not going unnoticed. It was understandable, though, as she was likely fraught by powerful emotions, even if Ava couldn't relate too much, since she had always had a firm control over her own feelings.

"If this is going to work, you have to do what I tell you to. I'm still your tutor, so you have to treat me with respect and deference. It's still going to be 'Miss Lynn', and you're going behave yourself," she said, casually unbuttoning Liv's blouse as she spoke. "Otherwise I won't be able to make this work. You understand what I'm telling you? You're allowed to speak, you know," she said, smiling comfortingly, even as she was slipping her blouse off.

None of Liv's plans had got this far. She hadn't even considered what happens now... What happens if she says yes? The kiss left Liv buzzing, that brief contact sparking her, to the point where she raised up onto her tiptoes slightly as Miss Lynn pulled away, her forehead chasing the kiss, desperate for it to linger just a little longer. But the moment was gone, and Miss Lynn was standing straight again, making her feel small. A slight, hopeful smile spread across Liv's lips as she felt the cool skin of the palm cupping her cheek gently, a slight flash of a tooth visible as she felt her tears being wiped at gently. She'd noticed then.


Liv let her arms hang down by her side, staring up at Miss Lynn as she spoke, nodding along quietly. She barely even noticed the hands moving idly down her blouse, the buttons popping open delicately. As usual, Miss Lynn was right, in Liv's mind at least. She was so firm, so controlling, so... Dominant, in her life, that it only made sense for Liv to follow her. She was older, more experienced. She was in charge, that was clear. And Liv was only too happy for that to be the case, if it meant that she got to feel those lips again. Her voice still quiet and shy she spoke out as Miss Lynn popped another button open.


"Y-yes Miss... I understand..." As she got further down the blouse, the smooth, soft skin of Liv's chest was revealed, and, as she got even further then that, her bra came into view. It was a simple piece, it's colour also blue, but lighter then that of her blouse, the cups gently holding back the girl's slight breasts. It was nothing fancy, no underwire, no lace, no nothing. Just an average bra. Liv hadn't imagined it would ever be seen, so why bother with something ornate? Even lower then that, her naval came into view, the skin around her skinny frame just as smooth and flawless down there as it was anywhere. If she got much lower though, she'd find the small shock of dark hair on Liv's mound, though at the moment that was safely tucked away under her jeans, and the simple, black cotton briefs she wore underneath.

"So beautiful..." She said, as she got to see more and more of Liv. She pulled the blouse off over her head and let it fall to the floor, leaving the poor girl standing with only her bra covering her chest, her vulnerability more apparant now. That she could just undress the girl as she wished, without the slightest argument or word of protest, was a testament to just how weak and controllable she was in her current state, which was perfect for Ava's appetites. While Liv loved her, Ava loved power, and she couldn't deny it when someone gave it to her on a silver platter.

"We'll need to work on that diction… I'm going to tire of hearing you whimper and stammer like a useless little girl," she said, casually talking down to her as she let her hands run across that adorable belly, smooth, strong hands running over her silky skin. Her touch lingered only for a moment though. She pulled her arms away and crossed them beneath her breasts. She wasn't entirely convinced the girl was fully committed yet… saying was one thing, and doing was quite another.

"Prove that you understand… why don't you take off the rest of your clothes for me. You have to keep eye-contact with me while you do it. If you really are in love with me, afterwards I want you get on your knees in front of me."

Liv's only protest was a blush blossoming across her face and burning up to her ears as the blouse was pulled clear over her head, the girl letting her arms get lifted up as it slid out from where she'd tucked it into her jeans. She stood there, fighting the instinct to try and cover herself... She tried to tell herself that there was nothing to be afraid of, nothing that she should want to hide, and she was rewarded with soft words, and the shivering warmth of Miss Lynn's strong hands roaming across her stomach intimately.


Liv bit the inside of her mouth, the blush deepening as she heard Miss Lynn's words. Once again, she was right, and Liv had to stop herself from speaking, knowing that if she tried to apologise, she'd probably just stammer more, just like a useless little girl. Just like with the kiss, Liv's body tried to move to follow Miss Lynn's hands as she pulled them away to fold her arms, the girl's hips moving forwards ever so slightly, chasing and craving that contact. But it was gone, and the girl's hips dejectedly slid back towards her.


The girl took a deep breath as she stood there, her bra on display, the woman she loved so deeply taking in the sights. She bit her lip as she heard the instruction. She'd always been more then a little self conscious about her body, and it seemed so strange to bare it... But she knew that if she did, maybe she might get rewarded with more contact. Slowly, fighting to maintain eye contact, despite the intimidating way she had to look up to meet those beautiful, controlling hazel eyes. Trying hard to speak a little more clearly, but still stammering a little, Liv spoke.


"E-everything?" As she asked, she began to remove her shoes, standing on the heel and pulling her foot up and out of the little ankle boots. She quickly pulled off her little black ankle socks as well, standing on one foot as she lifted the other up to knee height and pulled the sock off, struggling slightly to maintain eye contact. That was the easy part. Baring her feet. The girl took in another deep breath, trying to calm herself, wishing she could look away as her fingers began to fumble with the button and the fly on her jeans. Eventually she got them undone, and slowly, almost reluctantly began to peel the tight fabric down off her legs, the jeans turning inside out as they made their way down her skinny legs. Once they were off, Liv simply dropped them, still inside out on top of her shoes and socks on the floor.


The girl paused, her hands awkwardly clasped together over her navel as she held the woman's gaze, not daring to blink. Did she want the little briefs and her bra to join the pile?

Liv was apparently too shy and irresolute to complete her very first command, which was understandable, since she was just an insecure little girl, controlled by feelings she didn't understand. She had half expected her not to take off anything at all, but up until her shyness took over, she was doing a very good job, even managing to keep eye-conact. To encourage her, she had been smiling at her throughout, their eyes locked together in an intimate way as she undressed, likely helping the girl to feel even more naked, as her gaze seemed to penetrate her.

"Everything," she nodded. "If you're really in love with me, you wouldn't want to hide your body," she said, and decided she would help Liv on her way, since she was getting a little annoyed by the girl. She could take only so much whimpering, pathetic behavior before she lost her temper. "Here, let me," she said, and stepped around her to undo her bra, pulling it off her. "It's okay. You don't have to hide from me," she said, and pressed herself against her back, her hands running to her front, finding those fleshy globes and giving them both a single squeeze, to get a first impression of her new playthings, before she stepped away again.

"You won't ever hide your body from me," she said sternly, looking down at her. "Now take off your underwear and get on your knees. I thought you knew that I'm not a fan of having to repeat myself," she said, some annoyance coming through her words.

That blush was back again as Miss Lynn spoke. 'If you're really in love with me.' Perhaps someone a bit more cynical, or wise to the ways of this world, might have been able to pick up on the subtle, manipulative undertones of the words, but Liv was completely unaware. Far from seeing it as manipulative, she immediately began to blame herself. Clearly she wasn't showing Miss Lynn how she felt.


Liv's breath caught in her throat as she felt the fingers flying over her bra clasp, undoing it it with a practised motion and letting the garment fall down off her body. Liv's breasts were small, but nicely formed, firm teardrops protruding slightly from her chest, with small, pointy nipples at their centre. Liv felt that warm, melting feeling once more as the woman pressed herself up against her. She didn't even mind that some of the contact she was receiving was on her breasts... It still spread that warm feeling throughout her as Liv crumpled slightly into the woman behind her. Once again though, it was a brief contact, leaving Liv longing for more.


Liv almost wilted at the stern tone in Miss Lynn's voice, her shoulders bowing in, and her face forming into a slight cringe. That cringe turned to dismay as she heard the woman's annoyance, and insistence took over. Before she even really realised what was happening, Liv found her thumbs hooking themselves into the waist of her panties, pushing them down off her hips, and letting them fall to the ground. Her feet seemed to step forward out of them of their own accord, and after the briefest moment of hesitation, the naked, nervous girl slowly slipped down onto her knees, squirming slightly on the hard floor. The pussy she had revealed was a neat little slit, lips tucked in nicely underneath the mess of pubic hair.


Liv's face fell, pointing towards the floor as she squeezed her knees together. She pushed a loose strand of hair back behind one ear gently, and suddenly found herself unsure of what to do with her hands, dithering for a second before clasping them together in her lap, and peering up nervously from her subservient position though her eyebrows and fringe to the woman up above her.

"Hm. So it seems that you do really love me," she said nonchalantly, and put a hand on Liv's head, combing her fringe away from her pretty face. She really was a wondefully pretty thing, what with her clean, fresh face and doey eyes, she was definitely someone Ava could imagine herself spending quite a lot of time with. Though obviously, nothing about their time together would be conventional. Ava abhorred conventions, which her house was a testament to, being as eccentric with her sexual desires as she was with her interior decoration. No, it wouldn't be the sweet, cuddly romance Liv might have imagined, if she had even given any thought to what a relationship with her tutor would be.

"Follow me," she breathed, letting her hand slide snake down her face before it slipped away as she turned. "And don't get up. Follow me on your hands and knees," she said, fully expecting to be obeyed, and walked slowly, so that Liv was able to keep up, out of the kitchen. Mostly, during her lessons, they had been in her loft studio or they had been outside, so there was a lot to the big, old house that Liv hadn't seen. Fortunately for her knees though, she was a fan of carpets; they were in all shapes, colors, sizes and fabrics.

"Come come," she said, tapping her hip twice to spurr Liv onwards as she led her through the house, even going up the stairs, waiting for the girl if she had trouble keeping up, but she wouldn't help her at all. She led her to her bedroom. It was a large, spacious room which was sparingly furnished. Her huge bed had thick furs draped across it, and it was completely round, and in the middle of the room. Several instruments, including saxophone, guitar and the flute, hang from the wall. Otherwise, the room didn't contain much apart from a dresser and various items of clothing strewn here and there. "Get onto the bed. Make yourself comfortable and I'll be with you shortly," she said and left without a touch or a word, or even a smile to comfort her.

Liv shivered slightly with pleasure, the vibrations running through her totally visible on her naked body, as Miss Lynn nonchalantly combed her fringe back out of her face. She felt almost like a pet as she knelt there, her hair being idly fiddled with. Usually, Liv hated having her face or hair touched by people, but this was different. This was... Amazing. All to short though, and in a moment, the contact was gone, and Liv had nothing to nuzzle up to anymore.


Liv didn't understand, but she did obey. She knew this was strange... But she wanted the warmth of Miss Lynn's happiness, not that horrible, cold, dismay she'd felt at the hint of anger in her voice, so she followed, shuffling along on her hands and knees. The house was amazing, even from her view from down on the floor. What was more amazing from that angle though, was Miss Lynn's rear, swinging gently underneath her silk robe. Liv couldn't quite believe what she was doing as she hurried to keep up, her cheeks burning slightly at the indignation of her position. Even with the carpets, it wasn't a very pleasant experience, her knees burning slightly as they scraped across the fabric. She managed it though, keeping up with Miss Lynn, even as they reached the stares. The girl was almost getting towards being out of breath at the top, struggling to keep up with her, even though Miss Lynn had kindly shortened her strides. The tap on her hip was enough though, galvanising the girl into motion.


The bedroom was stunning. Huge, and beautiful, if a little sparser then some of the other wonderfully cluttered rooms. The guitar caught Liv's eye. She had a little musical talent, far more then she herself realised with a guitar and her voice, not that Miss Lynn would've known that. Before she could take it in properly though, Miss Lynn was gone, leaving Liv with a strange, yearning feeling inside her. She wanted to follow, wanted to not let her out of her sight... But she didn't want her to be angry, reluctantly, Liv headed for the bed. Without thinking, she was still crawling.


Scrambling up onto the thick, soft bedding was a wonderful experience against Liv's naked skin, the kind of softness it just wasn't possible to feel with clothes on. Before she knew it, she found herself curling up in the middle of the bed, laying on her side amongst the pillows and covers, perfectly comfortable, but still nursing that lonely feeling as she settled in to wait.

Liv would be left to wait with her loneliness quite a while as well, since about fifteen minutes went by while Ava was away. Some rummaging could be heard from around the house, and steps, as it was an old house with thin walls, but it was impossible to hear where exactly the sounds were coming from. That would give Liv time to perhaps notice some of the more elaborate details of the bedroom. Right above her, black steel hooks jutted out from the otherwise white ceiling, and those same hooks could be seen here and there on the walls. A few feet away from the bed, on the floor, were metal rings that were bolted to the floor, and among some of the strewn clothes there was a big, black strap-on.

The windows were shuttered on the outside, so the only light was from a couple of lamps, though it was rather dim, giving off the same light as a fire which was down to its last log. There were two doors in the room, the open one leading out into the hall, and the one leading to her private bathroom. All the walls except one, which was stark black, were clear and white, old wood having been painted over.

Eventually, Ava came back, dressed in a leather one-piece that was really stretched across her curves, though she was still bare-foot. She also had a duffelbag with her, which rattled when she sat it down next to the bed. It wasn't before she was standing right next to the bed that she looked at Liv. She smiled at her, like only a loving mother aught to be able to. "Come here," she said sweetly, beckoning her by curling her finger. "Before we begin, I want to be sure. Do you swear to give yourself to me completely? Do you swear that you love me with all your heart, and that I'm the only one you'll love?" She asked, speaking in a ceremonious tone.

The extra little additions certainly were intimidating to Liv. After spending a few minutes simply wallowing in the comfort of the bed on her bare skin, she began to notice them. Liv certainly wasn't totally oblivious of the darker side of human sexuality, but she'd certainly never pinned it to Miss Lynn, and her mind still refused to now. The hooks were probably just there for artistic reasons, like everything else. There's no way they could actually be used for anything. When the girl propped herself up on some pillows, and began to look around the room more thoroughly, she spotted the strap on. It was a little harder to justify, and her eyes widened when she first spotted it, but she quickly wrote it off as just being something that looked similar, and was happy to use the excuse that Miss Lynn had told her to stay on the bed to not investigate any further.


When the woman returned, Liv's mouth dropped open like a stunned fish. The wet look leather dress clinging to the curves and lines of her frame was simply stunning. She was the image of perfect beauty in the eyes of the scrawny little thing perched in the middle of the big, wide bed. She didn't even notice the rattling bag in her hand, transfixed as she was by her appearance. Liv scampered to obey the curling finger, shuffling across the bed until she was perched, sitting on it's edge, her leg's swinging slightly, not quite touching the floor. At that point, she would have said anything, anything at all to the beauty before her.


"Y-yes Miss Lynn. I swear. " She said, her voice still quiet, but carrying just a tad more confidence then earlier. She believed what she was saying.

"Good. Yes, that's a very good girl," she said, feeling that Liv was completely under her control now. She had been holding something in her hand, which she snuck beneath her chin and snapped around her neck; a leather collar. It was snugly around her throat, with a little silver heart at the front. "There we go. Just a reminder of your oath to me," she said, then pushed Liv onto her back aggressively, and climbed onto the bed, mounting her, and holding her arms down.

Sitting on her tummy, she looked right into the girl's eyes, her curly, raven-black hair framing her beautiful face. "Now I think I said something about rules," she said, laughing a little as her lips split into a smile. "Rule number one is, you don't touch me, or yourself, without my say so. In fact, you don't do anything without my say-so. The second rule is, your orgasms are now mine. Even if you just want to masturbate at home, you damn well better call me first. Another very important rule is that you have to show a lot of gratitude. I'm the one doing all the work, so you have to be thankful for it. All the time. Oh, and I was wondering. How high is your pain tolerance, would you say?" She asked. "Or no, I know a better way. Say when," she said, and leaned down to dig her teeth into her shoulder.

Liv squirmed with a little shock of happiness as she heard Miss Lynn's words. Good girl. That was enough to give her that feeling. When it got to the point where all she had to do was say 'good girl' and Liv would be happy, it was almost too easy for Miss Lynn. She jumped as she saw Miss Lynn's hands darting out towards her neck, felt the cool touch of leather, and saw a brief flash of a silver heart on the front before the collar was strapped in place around her neck, where she couldn't see it. That was another thing she usually hated, tight things around her neck. This time though, there was a strange sense of comfort and safety that came with that little band around her neck.


A slight yelp slipped past Liv's lips as Miss Lynn pushed her down hard, but the bed was soft enough to simply envelop her in furs and softness. Before she could react any more then that, Miss Lynn was on top of her, and her endorphins were going crazy, pulsing through her veins hard and fast as she felt the cool leather of the woman's dress, the warmth of her skin and the weight of her body baring down on her own stomach. Liv didn't even care that her arms were pinned in place. The sensation was amazing, and somehow, the restraint just seemed to add to it. Liv nodded along quietly with the rules she put out, squirming slightly underneath the woman as her weight pinned Liv to the bed. The idea of loosing control over something so intimate as that... It might once have disgusted Liv. But to feel this again, to feel that rush of happiness, she'd hand over control of just about anything.


Liv flinched as Miss Lynn leaned forwards, stunned by the sudden violence as she felt teeth sinking into her flesh. It was only the shock that kept her from screaming for just long enough for the girl to process what had been said. How high was her pain tolerance? Higher then that. She grit her teeth together, a slight hiss of pain escaping, but didn't say anything. She wanted to impress Miss Lynn.

Ava held her teeth in her for a long time, and was surprised not to hear any protests, only a slight hiss of pain. Oh, she was going to be a fun one. "That's a very good girl," she said, and planted a thick, wet kiss on her cheek afterwards, to show that she had done well. "You failed to answer my question though. I think we need to dig a little bit deeper than that to find out just how much of a pain slut you truly are. Because I don't think you know yourself," she said, and turned Liv onto her stomach, her face pressed down in the furs.

"Such beautiful skin," she said, letting her hands roam across her back, caressing her silky skin. Suddenly though, her fingers bit, grabbing flesh, pinching roughly. "Say when," she cooed, and continued to pinch and twist at the skin on her back, getting increasingly rough and hard, intending to find her breaking point. "Oh, and I was wondering. How many others have you fucked? Or am I your first lover?"

Liv took in a deep, calming breath as she felt the teeth releasing, letting it out slow. She'd done it. The kiss only confirmed that, and all the lingering pain in the soft skin of her shoulder slipped away in an instant. If it weren't for the firm imprints of Miss Lynn's teeth on her shoulder, Liv wouldn't be able to feel anything at all with the sharp jolts of happiness sent through her by the kiss. The girl bit her lip at being called a 'pain slut'. No one had ever really spoken to her like that before, at least not in this context. Yet another thing to add to the growing list of things that she'd usually have hated, and yet found strangely comforting, or at least bearable, from Miss Lynn.


A little yelp escaped the girl as she was flipped over, Miss Lynn easily man handling her skinny frame. The furs in her face felt nice, so soft as she felt the smooth skin of the woman's fingers roaming over her bare, exposed back. As the nails dug in, Liv gripped the covers tightly with her pinned hands, her knuckles turning white. She couldn't bare this for as long, and after around thirty seconds spluttered out,


"F-fuck, stop Miss, stop..." The girl pointedly ignored her other question. There had been one, but it had been a mess, and she wasn't too keen on talking about him.

"What did you say? Did you just curse at me? I've told you what I think about swearing," she said in a stern tone, though she did stop the pinching after having left several pink marks on her otherwise milky skin. The fact that she hadn't answered her question was also cause for punishment, though she sensed it could be a tender subject, so she didn't pry further, instead focusing on her verbal offense. "I thought I told you to treat me with respect, and then you go ahead and swear at me. If our relationship is going to go anywhere, you need to learn a thing or two about respecting your partner," she said, sounding angry, though really she was enjoying every moment of this. She simply enjoyed making Liv feel bad about herself.

Ava slid off the bed and dug into the bag, retrieving four chain link cuffs. "Get on your back!" She snapped, as she let the annoyance she had been holding inside her out; the annoyance mainly caused by Liv's pathetic and insecure behavior. Even though she was open and understanding, she loathed social weakness, but she loved to hurt these weak little things, like poor little Liv, who has fallen in love with entirely the wrong person. "Lie still," she barked, and snapped the cuff on her ankle, snapping the other end to a metal ring which was hidden under the fur, embedded on the side of the bed. She did the exact same thing with her other ankle, and with both of her wrists, which left her in a very exposed, vulnerable position, spread wide open for her on the bed.

"There we go. Beautiful," she said, and, stepping behind the bed, she leaned over her and gave her a quick kiss on her lips up side down. A little sweetness to keep her spirit up, though however tender and loving the peck was, it was gone in a flash. A moment later, she was standing above her with a riding crop in her hand. "What was the bad word you used? Say it out loud now," she said, and slid the riding crop down ominously down her chest, a wicked smile on her face.

Liv's little eyes widened as she heard the stern tone, not that Miss Lynn could see that with her face buried deep in the bed's firs. Liv squirmed, fear and disappointment gripping her as she heard the angry tones. In the moment of pain, she'd forgotten all about Miss Lynn's attitude towards swearing, and, with a maelstrom of emotions beginning to fill her mind at Miss Lynn's angry tones, Liv didn't pick up on the hypocrisy of her not being allowed to swear, while Miss Lynn had only just asked if she'd fucked anyone else.


The girl wriggled around, upset at the anger Miss Lynn was showing her. She didn't know that the woman was enjoying it. Didn't know that most of it stemmed from her weak, meek nature. She scampered to obey, wriggling round onto her back, where Miss Lynn was now able to see her wide, terrified, slightly damp eyes staring up. Those eyes only got wider as Liv saw the cuffs coming out, and she was about to sit up, slide away, when she heard the barked order, and with a meek whimper, lay down still, fighting to stop herself squirming away. With no complaint except the occasional sniffle, the anxious girl let Miss Lynn take her limbs, securing her spread eagle to the bed. Along with the collar, she was now dressed in nothing but a full set of cuffs. There was no denying that the sides of sexuality she'd refused to pin onto Miss Lynn earlier were alive and kicking now.


The little peck only offered the briefest of respites, and as it jumped away, and the crop came into the girl's view, she lost the ability to stay still, suddenly beginning to pull hard on her restraints. She hadn't expected them to be quite so solid, and quickly became frustrated at how little movement she had. That frustration mixed with the fear of Miss Lynn's anger, and manifested itself in the girl as a horrid feeling of vulnerability, causing her to bow her legs in at the hip, bending her knees together as hard as she could in a feeble attempt to protect herself from the hard, cool leather of the crop, and the roaming eyes of it's wielder.

Ava's contented smile was only widened as Liv pulled at her restraints, squirming in her bonds. Her body was probably unused to being so strictly confined, so she didn't know what to do, her instincts failing her as she was unable to act on them. It was decidedly delightful to watch her struggles. The young girl was proving herself worthy of Ava's time and patience, already being able to humor her, even though it was unwittingly. She thought that, with sufficient training, little Liv could become a proper little pet. Ava had already decided that this wasn't going to be her last visit. Oh, no. If she continued to be as much fun, she would need to come in every day.

The cool, hard leather crop looked like beautiful together with the contrast of her pale skin as she slid it down her chest and stomach, trailing it around, occasionally tapping her very gently with it. "You know what this is? It's a riding crop. The kind they use for horses. To whip them into obedience. I've found though, that it's very effective on rude little girls," she said. With the speed of a snake, the crop smashed into her thigh with a loud smack.

"I think today, instead of our lesson, we will focus on respect. I don't know what kind of people you have dated in the past, but my relationships are built on respect," she said, and another smack landed, this time on her tummy, right above her little bush. "Like when you have the audacity to say 'fuck' to me face, then you will be respectful, and apologize. And when I show you how much I care about you, with that kiss I just gave you, for example, you have to be respectful, and thank me for it," she said, her voice calm but commanding as a third smack fell, this one hitting the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh. "Or maybe you don't love me at all? Maybe you're just a liar?" She said and smacked her again in the same exact spot.

Liv was almost shaking as she felt the harsh leather of the crop sliding down her chest and stomach, her skin totally exposed to it's harsh licks as Miss Lynn's harsh words filled her ears. The words were enough to make the girl's stomach churn with regret. That one little word had bought all this... Liv didn't see that most people might have said this was out of proportion, abusive even. Liv saw it as her mistake. Her audacity. Her fault.


The impact of the crop wasn't comfortable, but was localised, and the pain was far from the worst thing that Liv had ever experienced. The youngster had managed to work herself up into such a state though, that that little bite of pain at Miss Lynn's hand was enough to make her baulk, and a tear ran down her cheek as the girl squirmed desperately. At that point, she would have said anything, anything at all to try and sate Miss Lynn's anger. The second stinging impact led to another meek little cry of pain as Liv stuttered out what she thought was the correct words to each of Miss Lynn's. When the woman told her she should've said sorry, she stammered out an apology, voice quiet and shaky, and a thanks in a similar way.


The third smack on the soft, vulnerable skin of her inner thigh sent a flinch running though Liv's scrawny little frame, her hips bucking up from the bed hard at the impact. The words and the second impact, right on the same spot, raising a little red welt, slightly more then the little licks left by the first two impacts, was enough to leave the girl babbling desperately through sniffles.


"I-I'm not lying Miss... I'm so s-o sorry..."

 

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"Yes, you should be. I invite you into my bed, and you don't even treat me with respect… well, you'll learn," Ava said, nodding to herself. The mature tutor didn't seem to have any qualms about torturing the poor girl. There was no pity in her eyes as she smacked her with the crop. Far from it, her eyes were lit up with excitement and glee, even as she began to cry from the pain. The way she bucked her hips, writhing as she was struck, gave Ava a warm, comforting feeling inside of her. She hadn't realized how much she needed this.

Even though she didn't take pity on her, she knew it wasn't a good idea to break her either. Some subs, they needed to be broken first, but Liv was so fragile, her whole life seemingly in Ava's hands, so breaking her completely be the right course of action. She would likely need a lot of comforting in the process, anyway.

A few more sharp slaps with the crop landed on the insides of her thighs before she stopped. Laying the crop down between her legs, Ava crawled onto the bed, her movements like a cat's, carefully, elegantly climbing on top of Liv. "Be a good girl," she said, and kissed her belly, "and you'll get good things," she said, kissing a little higher. Slowly, she was kissing her way up her front as she talked. "Respect. Your partner. That's the most important. That's the most important thing to remember," she said, reaching her nipple, taking it in between her lips, giving it a soft smooch. "So pretty. So perfect. Hmm. I might just have to. Have to take a few pictures. I think you would make a great model," she said, finally reaching her lips. She embraced her head with both of her hands, locking her in an intimate mess of lips, hair and skin. The kiss was passionate, like they were equals, for a moment, her lips slowly spreading open Liv's mouth, working her jaw sensually, strategically. It was evident that she was no beginner at this art. Finally, after a few whole minutes, she pulled away, and grinned coyly down at her.