Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep18

What a weekend! Jenny had beca perfect little submissive! Seeing her glow brighter and brighter as she

cto 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 nis Jenny. Mistress Megan has asked, well demanded actually, but that's ok, I like her tellingwhat to

do, so she's demanded (in a nice way) that | tell you about my past week's occurrences, and of course | will obey.

If you have read the first two parts of my Mistress' Bedding the Babysitter series (which | highly recommend

reading if you have not) you already know how | cto 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 | was a closet

lesbian who had no real experience to know for sure whether | was an actual lesbian or not.

But after just one weekend with my beautiful Mistress, | had a new job, | had my fantasy of being with Karen the

head cheerleader ctrue, and I'd been to a lesbian club. There, with my Mistress' help and guidance, | 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 | had another adventure with my

mistress, | attempted to seduce a teacher, | becan obedient cheerleaders’ servant and, oddly enough,

beca cheerleader myself... oh yes, and | 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. | 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. | won't get

into the details of that long night, as Mistress Megan has instructedto 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?

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

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

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

"This is Karen," she informed me.

"Oh!" | said, slightly surprised and instantly out of my comfort zone. It was one thing to submit to her in front of

Mistress Megan, as | was only obeying my Mistress and | always feel safe when I'm with her, but it's completely

another thing to have to speak for myself. Instantly | reverted to the shy closet lesbian | had always been, the

wallflower no one knew or noticed, insecure and unsure of myself. Now don't getwrong; | had friends, but

they were both (all right, | didn't say I had lots of friends) just shy geeks like | 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?" | repeated, in a haze.

"Yes, popular. You." she said, "I put a lot of thought into this last night as | reflected on how great it was to have

you between my legs yesterday. So | cup with a great plan."

"You did?" | 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?"

| collected myself so | 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, | really can

do whatever | want and..." she paused, her tone changing ever so slightly to sound a bit more selfimportant, "...

| want you to be a PomPom."

"But what will other people think?" | asked, worried for the first tin 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 questionbecause they wouldn't dare, and the rest of the school will

finally know you exist," she analyzed logically, before adding, "Although | imagine the gossip about you will

range from mean to curious to sarcastic to who knows what else."

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

I'ma..." | started.

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

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