"Oh darling it looks like you're doing some resisting this morning," Miss Monica said as she watched Joanie rubbing her eyes and holding her head. "Are you trying to fight me off?"
Joanie grunted something that Miss Monica didn't quite catch, but she pulled Joanie into a tight embrace. Joanie's head rested against Miss Monica's full, round breasts and immediately, her agitation began to subside.
"There now. You know that this is where you belong. You belong in my eyes, in my arms, and in my control."
Joanie let out a long, labored sigh and her body seemed to melt as it relaxed. Her thin frame pressed against Miss Monica's curves, clinging to her like a liquid as Miss Monica ran her fingers through Joanie's short hair.
Finally, she broke the embrace and looked into Joanie's eyes.
"Let go over the basics, so you don't forget them again. What is 'A' stand for?"
"A is for attention," Joanie said immediately, her voice returning albeit flat and emotionless. "When Miss Monica speaks, I listen."
"B is for breathing. Breathing slowly helps me relax, and I want to be relaxed. C is for calm. I am calm and peaceful when I am entranced. D is for drifting. I must allow my mind to drift away so that Miss Monica can control me."
Miss Monica reached up and pulled Joanie's glasses from her face so that the two could stare into each others eyes during the exercise.
"E is for eyes," Joanie said, perfectly timed. "I stare into Miss Monica's eyes and I fall under her spell."
Miss Monica nodded approvingly.
"F is for fall. When I am falling, I am weightless and untethered. G. is for guidance. Miss Monica is my guide. I go where she points."
"What is 'H' for, my darling?"
"H is for hypnotized." Joanie sighed. "I am hypnotized by Miss Monica. I am hypnotized by Miss Monica. I am hypnotized by Miss Monica."
"Yes you are. Do you need to continue? Or have you remembered enough of your lessons?"
"I remember, Miss Monica," Joanie replied simply.
"Good girl." Miss Monica turned and looked at the other woman in the corner. "You've always been so much less trouble than Kelly."
"P is for pleasure," Kelly slurred, dildo sliding in and out of her cunt with a sloppy sound. Her head was lolled off to one side, drool running freely from the corner of her lips. "Q is for quiet. R is for relaxed. T is for trance."
"She had a hard life before she met you, Miss Monica. She had to learn to be self-sufficient. She isn't used to submission."
"Y is for Yes, Miss Monicaā¦"
"I know, but you've never needed to go passed H in your lessons. Kelly is on her fifth round through the whole alphabet and she still hasn't stopped to tell me that she remembers what I taught her."
"B is for bliss," Kelly said, having started her version of Miss Monica's lesson for the sixth time. Her lips twitched, trying to smile as that bliss washed through her. Her breasts jiggled each time she thrust the dildo back into herself. "C is for cunt."
"She'll remember soon," Joanie said, turning back to Miss Monica. "Maybe I can help her learn."
Miss Monica smiled. "I appreciate the initiative. But first, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good student."
She pushed Joanie back on the bed and spread her legs apart with her hands. Joanie had been soaked since the letter E, and now it was on full display for her wonderful mistress teacher. Miss Monica crawled forward and ran her tongue the length of Joanie's inviting slit. Joanie wanted to cum right there, but she knew that wasn't the way she'd been taught.
"One lick," she shuddered. "Two. Threeā¦"
And in the corner, Kelly began a seventh iteration of her education, still incomprehensibly resisting the ultimate pleasure that Joanie was receiving. Some people just couldn't get out of their own way.
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