Enthralled
Chapter 1
The
classroom intercom came on during second period Geometry. The system was as old as the building, and you
could hear and feel the wall mounted unit switch on with a muted thump. There
were the usual creaks and clicks as
“Mr….” SKREEE!
Thump.
Click.
“Mr. Basha..” Mr. Basha opened
his eyes. “Have Jeremy Nolan report to
the Principal’s office.
Immediately! Thank you.” There was another thump as she put the
microphone down while it was obviously still keyed to transmit. A couple of unidentifiable scrapings, then
the system turned off with another muted thump.
Mr. Basha turned and looked at me, and just like that I was
sick to my stomach. In two years at Dora
Dufran I had never been called out of class for any
reason, let alone to the Principal’s office, and the way Miss deVere said “immediately”
convinced me it was going to be bad. I
logged out of the day’s math lesson.
Closed the computer, and slipped it into its carrying case. I was determined to appear calm, but inside I
was frantically trying to work out what it was they’ve discovered. I knew there were a lot of possibilities, but
I didn’t think the school knew about any of them. The problem with having secrets is the
trouble you get in when those with the power learn what you’ve really been up
to. I spent most of my time trying to
fly below their radar and out of their notice.
The stealth honor student that’s me, but that’s not
the same thing as staying off the Path of Transgression. I knew some parts of that path very well, so
the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I was
doomed. I just didn’t know why.
I left the
classroom slowly, everyone watching me.
The jocks in the back row were smirking, and running their thumbs across
their throats as I closed the door and took the long walk down the hall to the
I certainly
didn’t hurry, but in no time at all I was standing in front of the brown
painted metal door marked “Principal.” I
took a deep breath, and pushed it open.
I was expecting to be in Principal Dumont’s office, but I wasn’t. Instead, the door opened into Principal
Dumont’s Secretary’s office. She wanted
to know who I was and what I was doing there during class time interrupting her
busy day. When I told her I was Jeremy
Nolan and I’d been told to report to the Principal, her expression changed from
annoyance to boredom, and she said, “all right, go on in” waving her hand
toward the blonde wood double doors on her left.
I had not
been in the Principal’s office before, and I was surprised at how large it
was. It also contained the biggest desk
I had ever seen, and I couldn’t help but gape at it. It was centered in the middle of the room,
paralleling the four walls. There wasn’t
much on top of that expanse of polished wood, but I noticed none of it was out
of place by even a millimeter. There were three rulers above the precisely
placed writing pad that was centered against the working edge. The rulers themselves were centered at the
top of the pad, neatly sized from the largest to the smallest. There was a row of four pencils to the right,
ranging in descending order from the longest to the shortest. They were all equally sharp, and none of
their erasers showed any wear at all. To
the left of the pad was a two-basket wire mesh office tray. The top tray was neatly labeled “IN,” the
bottom tray was neatly labeled “OUT.”
Each piece of paper in each tray was precisely placed on top of the one
below it. Happenstance never took root
here. Order was King, or rather
Queen. Eleanore
Dumont, the Principal, sat centered securely in the exact middle of her dark
red office chair. The chair was centered
snuggly into the exact middle of the extra large leg hole that was in turn
centered on the working side of her extra large desk. Mrs. Dumont, impeccably groomed as always
without a hair out of place, looked up at me and said, “Well?”
I continued
to gape.
Mrs. Dumont
leaned forward slightly, and said it again.
“Well?” This time she gestured
slightly with her head toward the guest sofa on the other side of her desk.
Until that
moment I hadn’t been aware there was anyone else in the room. I disengaged my attention from the precise
orderliness of that immense desk and its tiny occupant, and suddenly realized
who was sitting right in front of me. It
was my Mistress. Haley Thompson was
wearing her
Mrs. Dumont
put an end to my indecision. “Jeremy
Nolan!” She snapped. “Is that any way to
greet your Mistress?”
I turned to
her. I couldn’t believe what she’d just said. She’d just put the innermost
secret of my life right out into the open as though it was the most normal
thing in the world, and was obviously now waiting for a response. “Uh, no. I’m sorry, Ma’am, I just…”
“Don’t
apologize to me,” she interrupted.
Just like
that I had my bearings again. I dropped
to my knees right where I stood, facing my Mistress. Placed my hands behind my back, and bowed my
head so I wouldn’t insult her by looking at her without permission. “I’m so sorry, Mistress” I said. “I didn’t mean to displease you. I didn’t….”
“It’s
alright, Jeremy” Haley said in her soft, musical voice. “You didn’t know I was here, and you forgot
yourself because you were startled.”
I bowed my
head lower. “Please forgive me
Mistress. It won’t happen again.”
“Come here,
Jeremy.”
I started
to rise, but she stopped me. “No,” she
said. “Come to me on your knees.”
I shuffled
across the dark green office carpeting, angling slightly to my right so I
wouldn’t block her view of Mrs. Dumont, and stopped next to her crossed
legs. I kept my hands behind my back and
my eyes down which meant I was now looking intently at the most perfect thighs
I had ever seen. Mistress Haley may be
young, but her body is developing beautifully, and her legs are glorious. They are round where they should be, tapered,
wondrously smooth, and perfectly tanned.
Her crossed knees are marvels of symmetry, and give me instant erections
when she allows me to kiss them. At 12
she has the legs all girls dream about, but very few are granted. I dream about them all the time.
She put her
hand on the back of my head, and gently stroked my hair. “There’s nothing to forgive you for,
Jeremy. You did nothing wrong. I haven’t yet trained you on your
responsibilities when we’re together in public, so of course you were confused
and unsure what to do. As soon as you
realized the situation, though, you responded well, and I’m very pleased with
you.”
“Now,” she
said gently pushing my head forward and down, “Mrs.
Dumont and I want to continue the conversation we were having when you came in,
so you may occupy yourself by kissing my feet while we talk.”
I crouched
forward, bringing my face down to the level of her dangling right foot, and
kissed her big toe. Mistress Haley was
wearing sandals with a wedge heel. The
strap across the top of her foot was inset with faux jewels that perfectly
matched the predominant shade of blue in her skirt. She had a light pink polish on her toenails
that caught reflected light as I bent over her foot, and made her toes sparkle
like little jewels. I kissed each one of
her toes, one after the other. Then I
kissed the top of her foot on either side of her sandal strap. When Mistress gives me permission to kiss her
foot, she means I’m allowed to kiss and lick everything from the tips of her
perfectly pedicured toes to her ankles. I am not allowed to go beyond her ankles
without her specific OK. With Mrs.
Dumont sitting in the room with us on the other side of her desk/fortress, I
don’t think I’m going to be getting that permission this morning.
I had just
turned my attention to Mistress’ other foot when the Principal spoke, “my dear
Miss Thompson that was most impressive.”
“Please,
call me Haley.”
My face was
almost to the floor, kissing the toes of Mistress’ left foot.
“If you
don’t mind my dear, I’m going to call you Miss Thompson. Consider it a sign of my respect. You showed remarkably mature judgment in
dealing with Jeremy a moment ago. You
were even-tempered, firm yet gentle, and wise beyond your years. You even promptly engaged him in a substitute
activity so that he won’t distract us from our business. In those few moments you proved your
character to me, and clearly demonstrated your fitness to posses and control
him. I have no doubt you are going to
make him into a fine, useful boy.”
I had now
kissed my way up to Mistress’ left ankle, and was licking my way back down to
her toes.
“Now to the matter at hand.” Mrs. Dumont pulled
the computer keyboard shelf built into her desk toward her, and began rapidly
pressing keys. “I have before me your
application to be recognized as the Responsible Party in Jeremy Nolan’s
voluntary bondage. I have a notarized
statement from Jeremy’s mother approving transfer of his title to you, and I
have a similar statement from your mother authorizing it as well. I also have your school records and several
character references lauding you for your maturity and intelligence. Once Jeremy has convinced me this morning
that he is doing this voluntarily, combined with my own inquiries, and what I
have just seen, I personally will have no doubt your application should be
approved, but there is a problem. While
we have several boys here at Dora Dufran who have been quietly transferred from their families’ authority
into the legal possession of mistresses, without exception every one of those
boys belongs to an adult woman. They are
all college coeds or young divorcees in their twenties and early thirties, so
listing those women as Responsible Parties for high school boys is not
especially unusual or difficult. Your
case, however, is unusual. Because of
your age you cannot legally sign a binding contract. Yet the primary function of a boy’s
Responsible Party is to do just that.
The Responsible Party in the eyes of the law acts as the boy’s parent or
legal guardian, being responsible for such things as medical treatment, and the
signing of legal consent forms, authorization to participate in athletic teams,
field trip permission slips, things the law does not allow you to do.”
I had now
switched my attention back to Mistress’ right foot, and was gently sucking on
her big toe. Mistress wiggled her toe
gently in my mouth as a signal that she was enjoying it.
Mrs. Dumont
continued, “On the other hand I think you are possibly the most qualified young
candidate for such a title transfer that I have ever met, so there may be a way around that little
problem.”
Mistress
said, “You have my undivided attention.”
“Your
divided attention, I think” replied Mrs. Dumont, as I began sucking on another
of Mistress’ toes. “That young man is
clearly enjoying his assigned task, as is the young woman who assigned it to
him.”
There was a
slight pause, then Mistress said “That is true, but as
much as I’ll admit I’m enjoying Jeremy, I am even more interested in hearing
your solution.”
“Very well. Here it is: you cannot be Jeremy’s
Responsible Party because you are under age.
However under the laws of this state Jeremy is old enough to sign
himself into voluntary bondage with anyone he chooses. The law calls that Enthrallment. Now, I know
that Jeremy has already pledged himself to you,
therefore, I propose that this morning he signs a formal Enthrallment contract
legally binding himself to you as your thrall, and specifically giving you his
complete power of attorney. That
Enthrallment Contract must spell out that he is appointing you to be his
official parent or legal guardian, and entrusts you to carry out all that
position’s responsibilities. That will
not only make your legally his owner, but specifically give you the power to
sign legal documents in his place, and your age therefore becomes irrelevant.”
I was now
kissing the instep of Mistress’ right foot.
I heard her
breathe a low sigh, then she said, “What a marvelously
devious mind you have, Mrs. Dumont. That
is ingenious. Even if that arrangement
were to be challenged, although I can’t imagine how anyone would learn enough
about the situation to care to do it, by the time lawyers had argued through
each side’s position, and dealt with all the possible ramifications, both
Jeremy and I would be of legal age anyway.”
“And, once
again you impress me Miss Thompson” came the response from behind the
desk.
I had now
worked my way around to Mistress’ ankle.
“You aren’t
even in eighth grade, and you have a compelling distraction literally at your
feet, yet you immediately zeroed in on the focus of my plan. No matter how weak its
central legal argument may be, by the time it could be resolved the whole thing
would be moot. It’s my turn to be
impressed by your marvelously devious mind, and now that I’m on the subject I
do hope that one day you’ll tell me the story of how you came to acquire
Jeremy. I have the feeling that’s quite
a tale.”
“There’s
really nothing much to tell. We met last
summer, and liked each other. Everything
went from there.”
“Uh huh,”
said Mrs. Dumont.
I was
licking Mistress’ right ankle, which put my eyes right up against her legs. Once again, as always I couldn’t believe how
perfectly smooth and shapely they are, even when viewed very close. I really wanted to keep going. I wanted to kiss and lick every square inch
of her flawless skin up to her knees and beyond, but I don’t have permission,
so I didn’t. I shifted my attention
again, and began placing long, lingering kisses on the top of her left
foot.
“How long,”
asked Mistress “do you suppose it would take to prepare such a contract?”
“It’s only
a matter of printing it,” said Mrs. Dumont.
“I took the liberty of preparing such a document when I finished
investigating your application two days ago,” and she pressed the print key on
her computer.
Bending
over as I am. Kissing and licking
Mistress’ feet with my head almost completely under her crossed legs, looking
up at her perfect thighs and the hem of her short skirt only an inch or so from
my eyes, my cock is stirring in my
pants, and in a few seconds it’s going to become obvious to anyone who
looks. So I straighten up, still on my
knees, and keeping my eyes down I say, “forgive me for
interrupting Mistress. I wanted you to
know I’m having an erection.”
That is
something I’m always supposed to report, and I know I’ve done the right thing
when Mistress Haley looks at me and says “let me check.” I shuffled on my knees a little closer to
her, and leaned back slightly so she wouldn’t have to stretch. She reached out with her left hand, palm up,
slender fingers down, and placed it right in the middle of my crotch. I could feel my cock stiffen as she traced
its rapidly swelling outline through my jeans.
She slowly stroked me from the base of my cock out to the tip of its
head, and back again. Then she squeezed
it, smiled at me, and asked, “Why don’t you show me?”
I had a
little trouble maneuvering my now hard cock around inside my fashionably tight
underwear, then through the flap in front, and out into the open past the metal
teeth on my jeans fly. But at last it
was displayed straight out in front of me with its characteristic slight twist
to the left. I spread my legs and leaned
back as much as I could so Mistress could have a good look. I could feel my cock throbbing as she hefted
it to feel its weight, and squeezed it to feel its firmness. She raised it so
it was pressing against my abdomen, pressed the full length of her hand against
its underside, then gently let it down again. She looked over the expanse of that big desk,
and asked Mrs. Dumont, “Would you like to see?”
She would,
but as I began to stand she said, “If you don’t mind Miss Thompson just have
Jeremy crawl over here on his hands and knees.”
As I began to do so I heard Mistress Haley behind me say,
“Third Rule, Jeremy. Third Rule.”
I crawled
around the desk on all fours with my cock waving from side to side and bobbing
up and down. Mrs. Dumont intently
watched its every move, and gave a little sigh when I reached her and leaned
back to display my erection to her. My cock
was as big and firm as it could get, and pointing right at her. She reached down and wrapped both hands
around it, cradling it in her palms, and bent over for a good look. She said nothing to me, but spoke to my
Mistress, “Miss Thompson he’s magnificent!
You have a real prize here. This
boy can keep you very happy, and almost certainly will be worth whatever
trouble you’ve gone to, to posses him.”
She glanced over at Mistress, then turned her
attention back to me. I could feel her warm breath on the head of my cock, and
for a moment I thought she was going to kiss it, but she didn’t. In another moment or two she straightened up
in her chair, looked over at Mistress, and asked “since the contract is here on
my printer, shall I have him bring it to you so you can read it?”
“Yes, thank
you.”
Mrs. Dumont
let go of my cock with her left hand, but her right stayed just where it was
rhythmically squeezing my cock one finger after another, over and over. She took three newly printed pieces of paper
off her printer without looking at what her left hand was doing. She was watching her right hand fondle
me. She handed the papers to me, and
spoke to Mistress without taking her eyes or her hand off my cock. “Read this, and let me know what corrections
you’d like to make, if any. If it’s
acceptable have Jeremy bring it back to me, and he can sign it here on my
desk.” Then she released my cock. I got to my feet, and took the papers to my
Mistress.
I waited
beside her on my knees while she read them, the soft fingertips of her left
hand stroking the underside of my still exposed cock over and over from base to
tip. When she finished, she handed the
papers back to me and said, “Jeremy take this contract back to Mrs. Dumont and
sign it where she shows you to sign it.”
I said,
“Yes Mistress,” and went back behind the Principal’s desk. Mrs. Thompson had me put the papers on her
writing pad which meant I had to lean across her to sign them. As I did she circled the head of my cock with
her thumb and third finger while her index finger probed my pee hole. She kept that up while I signed the
enthrallment documents, and she questioned me to be sure that was really what I
wanted to do. She seemed to need a lot
of assurance, and my cock seemed to need a lot of exploration, but finally she
finished. She ran her hand back down the
length of my cock, then let go and gave Mistress’ copies to me. As I was taking them to her, Mrs. Dumont
said, “Miss Thompson as of this moment
“Thank you,
Mrs. Dumont” Mistress said. “That’s
wonderful.” I knelt beside her, my cock
bouncing up and down as I did, and handed the copy of the signed contract to
her. “You’ve been a very big help to us, and I want you to know we really
appreciate it.” She put the contract in
her purse, and uncrossed her legs.
I watched her
do so, hoping to catch a little peek of panty in the shadow inside her skirt,
but I saw nothing other than the movement of her magnificent legs. I could watch those legs all day, and still
not have seen enough.
“Report
cards will be coming out in two weeks,” Mrs. Dumont said. “Jeremy’s will be coming to your computer
address, Miss Thompson. You will need to
read it, sign it at the place indicated for parent or legal guardian, and send
it back to the school to be put in his permanent file. Absence excuses must be written by you. Field trip permission must come from you, or
Jeremy won’t be allowed to participate.
After school activities or clubs require your written permission. School disciplinary notices, if any, will be
coming to you. Any teacher requests for
parental meetings will be directed to you.
Any questions?”
Mistress
motioned me to stand, then stood in front of me herself, and began maneuvering
my still-erect cock back into my pants.
“No questions” she said to Mrs. Dumont while she reached her right hand
through my jeans fly, opened the flap in the front of my underwear, then held them both open with that hand while she used the
other to guide my cock back into my clothing.
Once I was all nicely tucked away she zipped up my fly, gave me a little
pat on my crotch, and turned to Mrs. Dumont.
“Since I am
already here, and we have a long weekend ahead of us, I believe I’ll take
Jeremy out of school now. I’ll have him
back in your tender care Tuesday morning.”
Mrs. Dumont
smiled, the first time I had ever seen her do that, and said, “That will be
fine Miss Thompson” as she rose to escort us to her office door. “But on Tuesday morning have Jeremy report to
me here in this office instead of going straight to class.” I fell in behind my Principal and my young
Mistress as they opened the office’s double doors and said their goodbyes. Then I followed Mistress Haley into the
school parking lot, walking behind her at a respectful pace and a half with my
eyes downcast as a good Thrall should.