Description
Our Story Begins:
Madeline Morvant, the headmistress of The Morvant School For Undisciplined Girls, sat in her office behind her massive, ornate desk, a sinister image of evil domination. She was a massive, awe-inspiring woman, towering well over six feet in the eight inch skyscraper heels she always wore, her body an unbelievable mass of voluptuous curves that featured a gigantic fifty two inch bust which jutted out like twin projectiles over her desk top. Vast amounts of creamy-white breast-flesh spilling over the low, nipped-in top of the tissue-thin black satin frock that adhered to her ripe curves as though created out of wet tissue paper.
The desk had been specially made for her, having no front so as to expose her luscious booted and black nylon-sheathed limbs to the prying eyes of the faculty members and her girls. Long black leather gloves clung to her meaty arms like a second skin, armpit high, and flaring back over her shoulders into dramatic points. At the moment a tautly gloved forefinger was probing and exploring deliciously over the pouting hairy mass of her pussy lips, then moving frantically inside, in and out, in and out, reaming and creaming out her torrid hole.
Madeline was filled with a sense of expectancy as her saturated finger sloshed voraciously about in her big, hairy cunt. She was excited, aroused, not so much by her active gloved finger, as she was over the imminent arrival of a new girl, a fresh sacrifice for the ravishing dominatrix to practice her evil ways upon. This was always a tremendously exciting event for Madeline, and her gigantic teats began to leap and toss about, threatening to explode out of the flimsy confinement of her skin-tight frock as her breathing increased.
Suddenly Madeline’s secretary’s voice came over the inter-com, “Madame, the new girl, Betty Reamer, is here, shall I usher her in?”
“Are her wrists tied securely behind her?”
“Yes.”
“Good, let her in then.”
A trembling blonde girl of sixteen, with a ribbon set in her shimmering blonde locks, entered the office, her lovely blue eyes gaping wide at the sight of the raven haired dominatrix that sat behind the desk, then gaping wider in fear as she noticed an array of paddles, quirts, and whips on the polished top of the head mis—–
