”Lauren was stunned by how Mrs. Alexander had characterized her. The words burned in her chest and made her eyes fill. She put down her fork, her ap...etite gone. Unable to meet anyone’s eyes, she muttered, “Excuse me.”The downstairs bathroom offered a sanctuary while she pulled herself together. She ran water in the sink to muffle the sounds of her shuddering breath and sniffles. Sitting on the closed toilet, she put her face in her hands and took deep breaths. How could anyone look at what had. "Just remember to be careful, Megan," Mom said. "You've got more than onesecret you're keeping from him."I blushed harder. I couldn't believe that she could read me that well! "It's not like that, Mom," I told her. "Yes, he's very good looking, butthere is a lot about him that I can't stand. He's so aggravatingsometimes, but seems to care a great deal at other times." Did he treat you right?" My dad asked, speaking for the first time. "Yes, Daddy, he did," I replied. He looked relieved at my. I feel like an exhibit and don't want to make eye contact.I then see her insert a sounding rod before playing with me again; tugging and squeezing my balls hard while she wanks me off. It's very intense and pleasurable, but as I get close to orgasm, she stops. It seems like hours that she tortures me like this, but it's probably only been thirty minutes.She then removes the ball gag, and I notice the drool which embarrasses me."Do you want me to allow you to cum?" She yells."Yes, Mistress," I. 'I'm Maisy, the Head Girl. You're going to love it here.' She was told to leave her suitcase and follow Maisy to the Headteachers office. She pointed out a few landmarks as they walked down wood-panelled corridors but Poppy wasn't concentrating. The whole place seemed stuffy and old, and really quiet - all the girls were moving around in an orderly fashion, with neat uniform and hushed voices. This was not what she had expected.Maisy walked up a set of stairs and Poppy couldn't help but look up.