Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

What a weekend! Jenny had become a perfect little submissive! Seeing her glow brighter and brighter as she came to grips with who she really is was very rewarding. Many people have been asking, dying to know what happened after that first glorious weekend. Well, the best way to tell you about the next stage of her journey is to let my young babysitter slave tell you about it herself. So if you want to know about Jenny's journey to popularity, her submission at the hands of the head cheerleader Karen, her seduction of a teacher and how she fell in love, please read on.

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My name is Jenny. Mistress Megan has asked, well demanded actually, but that's ok, I like her telling me what to do, so she's demanded (in a nice way) that I tell you about my past week's occurrences, and of course I will obey. If you have read the first two parts of my Mistress' Bedding the Babysitter series (which I highly recommend reading if you have not) you already know how I came to be a (happy) submissive slave. If not, and you're silly enough not to go do that right now, let's just say before that eventful and life-altering weekend I was a closet lesbian who had no real experience to know for sure whether I was an actual lesbian or not.

But after just one weekend with my beautiful Mistress, I had a new job, I had my fantasy of being with Karen the head cheerleader come true, and I'd been to a lesbian club. There, with my Mistress' help and guidance, I had begun to really experiment with my sexuality and my obedience. (And to learn what really good orgasms feel like.)

The following story is the first week of the rest of my life, during which I had another adventure with my mistress, I attempted to seduce a teacher, I became an obedient cheerleaders' servant and, oddly enough, became a cheerleader myself... oh yes, and I fell passionately in love.

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SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2ND: A Reflection and Babysitting Again

As any calendar will tell you, next week actually began on Sunday. It was in the afternoon, the day after my brief submission to Karen at her workplace. I was exhausted from my long evening at the Le Chateau Club, a special club that caters to lesbian women, followed by a long night spent pleasing the governor of our state. I won't get into the details of that long night, as Mistress Megan has instructed me to focus on my cheerleader submission. Let's just say that our governor is one very demanding and kinky lady. And she's really hot, but even if most people don't know about the kinky part, everyone knows she's hot, don't you?

I got a call around 2:30 from Karen Pepper and here, as best as I can recall, is the conversation:

"Hello, is Jenny there?" a girl's voice asked.

"Speaking," I responded, unaware it was Karen.

"This is Karen," she informed me.

"Oh!" I said, slightly surprised and instantly out of my comfort zone. It was one thing to submit to her in front of Mistress Megan, as I was only obeying my Mistress and I always feel safe when I'm with her, but it's completely another thing to have to speak for myself. Instantly I reverted to the shy closet lesbian I had always been, the wallflower no one knew or noticed, insecure and unsure of myself. Now don't get me wrong; I had friends, but they were both (all right, I didn't say I had lots of friends) just shy geeks like I was. We lived in our little pond and cheerleaders lived in their much larger one. In reality they were royalty, we were the peasants.

"Just oh? Is that any way to greet someone who is going to make you popular?" Karen asked, slightly annoyed with me.

"Popular?" I repeated, in a haze.

"Yes, popular. You." she said, "I put a lot of thought into this last night as I reflected on how great it was to have you between my legs yesterday. So I came up with a great plan."

"You did?" I asked, unable to put a full, complete and intelligent sentence together. After all, this was Karen, the Head Cheerleader! You try and act intelligent around such a hot and popular girl!

"Yes, I've decided to make you a PomPom."

This shocked me. The PomPoms were always freshman or second year cheerleader wannabes who were pretty much servants for the actual cheerleaders. They carried the royalty's trays for them at lunch, did their homework for them, and so forth. No senior had ever been a PomPom. It would be too humiliating. A long pause followed as I reflected on this revelation.

Karen broke the silence by asking, "You don't want to be a PomPom?"

I collected myself so I wouldn't embarrass both of us by blurting out, "Hell no," before managing to actually respond with a stutter, "I-I-I thought only f-f-freshmen were PomPoms?"

Karen responded, "Well, that's usually the case, plus the odd second-year. But as Head Cheerleader, I really can do whatever I want and..." she paused, her tone changing ever so slightly to sound a bit more self-important, "... I want you to be a PomPom."

"But what will other people think?" I asked, worried for the first time in my life about my reputation.

"Well, the other Pom Poms will be furious and will do whatever they can to crush you. My fellow cheerleaders will be slightly confused but they won't question me because they wouldn't dare, and the rest of the school will finally know you exist," she analyzed logically, before adding, "Although I imagine the gossip about you will range from mean to curious to sarcastic to who knows what else."

Again, I had nothing to say. I was unsure what Karen had in store for me. "I don't want the whole school to know I'm a..." I started.

"Lesbian?" she asked and then added, "Dyke?"

"Yes," I whispered, ashamed.

"Well, that secret can remain a secret for the most part. I won't announce it to the school if that's what you mean. But I will expect you to be a 'good little girl' whenever you're asked."

"What do you mean?" I asked, just beginning to understand the full reality of yesterday's submission. I had after all asked Mistress Megan to make me Karen's slave. "Be careful what you wish for."

"Well, I plan to use you over and over and over and over again, and my two co-captains will also be allowed to use your good little girl services sometimes too, understood?"

My face went white with fear as I realized what her plans were; although my pussy also went wet with excitement at the same time. Now, while Karen was a redhead with green eyes, large breasts and rather compact at 5'2", Ashley Swanson and Sabrina McCafferty were her perfect counterparts.

Sabrina was strangely chunky for a cheerleader, I thought, with breasts way too big for any human girl at all; she was about 5'4' and had a surprising amount of confidence in herself for a girl who wasn't particularly attractive. On the other hand, Ashley Swanson was almost 6 feet tall, a brunette, with long, long legs reaching all the way to the ground, brown eyes and very small breasts. She was pretty, but in a conservative way if that makes any sense.

I attempted to answer 'yes I understand,' but nothing came out of my mouth. Karen, clearly getting tired of waiting, said, "Jenny, I know you want this, so don't pretend you don't. I have one question to ask you; if you say yes, then I will expect you to do as you're told from henceforward. If you say no, then I'll understand and will not bother you ever again, not even tell anyone about yesterday's fun romp. Ready for the question?"