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Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 01

By: Tappy_McWidestance



The characters in this story were introduced in my story Mom's New Boyfriend (MNB). If you want more of a backstory on how semi-innocent high school teacher Jenni was seduced into a submissive lifestyle, you can read about it in MNB. Or, you can start reading here and (hopefuly) not be too lost. This is the story of high school teacher Jenni. She is a real person who is a fan of MNB and is submissive. This story chronicles her life submitting to one of her students. Many of the events in the story are real, although like a "based on true events" movie I will embellish them to make for a better stroke story. Some of the events (like her seduction) are fictional because it makes for a better read. 

In our story, over the last few weeks Jenni, who has a repressed desire to be more open sexually, has been exposed via a former student (the very submissive Brittney) to a lifestyle free from the bonds of societal norms. What Jenni doesn't know is it wasn't just a coincidence that Brittney bumped into her. Brittney's master tasked her with helping seduce Jenni to become the playtoy of his neighbor's son, one of Jenni's students. As we pick up the story, Jenni is at a party where her inhibitions have been broken down. She has seen Brittney both pleasured and punished and wants to experience the wild sexual abandon and release that Brittney has enjoyed. Thinking Brittney is her friend, she has put her trust in her to arrange her first BDSM experience. In retrospect that was either her best decision or biggest mistake. You can decide for yourselves.

This chapter is much shorter than one of my typical chapters. In an effort to publish more frequently, I am going to try and keep the chapters shorter.




I had just watched Brittney tied on the couch and gangbanged. The look of intense pleasure she had on her face was something I'd never felt and I wanted that. After the group of men and women who were using her like a fuck doll had finished with her I pulled her aside and confessed that I wanted a similar experience. She asked if that meant I wanted to be gangbanged. I told her no, but that I wanted to be tied up and fucked. I guess part of me did want to be gangbanged and maybe my being tied was my way of putting myself into that position without admitting it to myself or to her. My pussy was pulsating with the thought that after I was tied the guys would just take advantage of me, but I couldn't say that was what I wanted. Brittney said she could arrange everything and that I should go to the bathroom and relieve myself. She told me with a wink in her eye that I may not have an opportunity to go for quite a while.

Upon my return, Brittney was standing alone. When I walked up to her she took my hand and started leading me to a hallway off the family room. I guess she had arranged for my first tie to be private which reassured me. I thought Brittney was amazingly free in her serving her master and mistress which shocked me. And although I think I understood where she was coming from I didn't think I could act that way. She led me into a bedroom where I saw a queen sized bed which already had ropes attached to the corners. All of a sudden my fantasy was becoming real and I was nervous. Brittney must have sensed my hesitation and gave me a hug.

"Don't worry, Jenni," she said reassuringly. "I'll stay here with you. Everything will be fine. Just enjoy yourself."

I nodded. I trusted Brittney. It was time to let go of my fears and hopefully experience something beyond anything else I had ever done.

The first thing Brittney had me do was strip off my coverall and out of my tiny bikini. Not that I had figured I would be clothed at all, but the act of getting naked in front of her, especially at her command, made me tingle. I moved toward the bed, but before I was allowed to lay down, Brittney pulled a large pillow out of the closet. It was wedge shaped and looked like it was designed for holding your legs up when you lay down. She tossed it to me. It was very firm. It must have been made out of high density foam. Brittney told me to put it in the middle of the bed and then to lay face down with the pillow supporting my hips. She also told me to face the foot of the bed.

I didn't quite understand the purpose of the pillow until I lay down. Because it was a wedge, it very effectively kept my ass in the air. I had expected that. But because of the angle shape it also allowed me to take some (but not all) of the pressure off my knees and chest meaning I could hold that position longer. I began to wonder how long Brittney planned to keep me there. She expertly tied my wrists and ankles to the bed. Immediately I tested my bonds to see how much I could move. The answer was not much. I was really stuck now. My final preparation was to be blindfolded. Again I didn't really understand the purpose, but Brittney assured me that not knowing who was touching me or what was about to happen would be a huge turn on. I hoped she was right. She told me to "hang on" and I heard her open the door and walk out of the room. I didn't hear her shut the door. If that was true anybody walking by would see me in my predicament. It also mean anyone walking by could choose to fuck me. My mind began to spin.

I don't know how long Brittney left me. Time stood still. I may have been seen, but nobody else came into the room. "I found you a partner," Brittney announced. My pussy gushed a little at her words. "He said he would be here in about 5 minutes. My mom was blowing him."

I began to worry that he would cum in Brittney's mom before he had a chance to fuck me. Then I felt a sting on my ass as Brittney had just spanked me. "He likes a nice pink ass," she told me. "Plus I've been wanting to do this as payback for all your teasing."

"All my teasing?" I thought. She was the one who kept teasing me. That's why I find myself here. What the fuck? My question didn't have long to stay in my mind as another sharp blow from Brittney's hand refocused my thoughts to the exquisite pain emanating from my bottom. An erotic spanking was one of the things I fantasized about when I masturbated. How did Brittney know? I never told anyone because it was too weird. Yet here we were.

Brittney administered what I guess was a sound spanking. I had no frame of reference. She didn't seem to want to hurt me, but she was forceful enough that blood was rushing toward my skin heating up my backside. She did tease my pussy a bit telling me that "he'll love all this juice" and making me squirm a bit. She also told me how much she would love to eat my pussy and maybe she would do that after he was done before she released me. Brittney knew I wasn't into girls, but I wouldn't have a choice now would I. I wondered if she would make me eat her as well. Then I heard the door open again.

"Well what do we have here?" I heard a man's voice say. It sounded familiar. I must have talked to him earlier. "Looks like a slut who wants to get fucked."

I didn't answer. He was right, of course, and I'm sure he knew that. I heard him taking down his pants. Brittney was rubbing my clit. 

"She's dripping all over my hand. She's definitely ready for you."

"She better be good. I gave up your mother for this and you know how much I love fucking your mother," he said.

"I know," Brittney replied. "Mom loves fucking you too. But Jenni here will be a treat for you. This is the first time she had been tied."

I felt his weight on the bed in front of me and soon after felt the tip of his cock brush my lips. I didn't need to be told what to do. I was happy to take him into my mouth. I wanted to prove I was better than Brittney's mom, Cathy. I knew I had not sucked as many cocks as she had, but I was inspired to prove myself worthy. Brittney kept playing with my pussy making sure I remained overheated. I didn't take long for the cock in my mouth to be at full staff and he seemed very ready to break my bondage sex cherry. Brittney announced that she "would be right back" and I felt her weight leaving the bed. At the same time my mystery man popped his cock out of my mouth and I felt him move behind me. I don't think I had ever been so wet and he slid into me easily. It felt so good to finally be full as I had been dreaming about cock all during the party.

"You like being tied up and fucked don't you little girl," the man hissed at me. I didn't respond right away. He smacked my ass and started fucking me harder.

"That's OK, slut," he continued to berate me. "You don't have to admit it. Your body's reaction tells me all I need to know about you. Your ass is the most beautiful shade of red and your pussy is gripping my cock like you are afraid to fall off. How long have you been dreaming of a stranger using you?"

I was moaning now. Every degrading word he said went straight to my heart. I knew he was right. I was a slut. I was getting off on being tied up and I didn't care that I didn't know who was fucking me. All the times I acted like a slut at a bar dancing on tables or trying to get picked up was because I secretly wanted to be treated like this. I'd never found the man I needed because I didn't know how to look. But here he was fucking me from behind and I didn't even know his name. I tried my best to buck my ass up to meet his thrusts. I couldn't move much but I know he appreciated it based on his comments and a few additional well timed swats to my ass. I could feel my orgasm building. I normally don't cum just from penetration. I need clitoral stimulation too, but I was getting close and thought I may be able to get there just from his thrusts, spanks and dirty talk. Then I heard the door open again. I was expecting Brittney's voice but instead it was another woman.

"Well look here," she said in a mocking tone. "I found a new whore fucking my husband."

I don't know why that triggered the reaction in my body to start cumming, but it did. Was it the humiliation of another woman catching me fucking her husband? Was it the implied promise that she would punish me for my sins? Was my body finally letting go from the limitations of my conscious mind? I don't know. But I do know that once I started cumming I didn't stop. I yelled out "Fuck me I'm cumming." I do remember that. I think I babbled something like, "Oh God your husband is good. His dick is amazing." The rest of my sounds were unintelligible I'm sure. Then I felt him swell and was rewarded with a thick shot of man goo deep in my pussy. He grabbed my hips and held himself tightly against me while his cum splattered my insides. 

"I saw that same look on your face when you fucked Brittney, honey," the woman said. I realized her anger must be part of their game. "Brittney is not this tight," he added to the conversation. "Peter has stretched her out. I'm glad I got to enjoy this one before she gets ruined."

They were talking to each other as if I wasn't in the room. I was just a fuck hole to him. Well two fuck holes so far and his wife didn't seem to care. I felt him get off the bed, but somebody else took his place. Based on the amount of movement in the mattress it was another guy, unless his wife was pretty big and I didn't remember any of the women at the party being plus sized. I felt another hard cock sliding into my pussy. But he didn't start fucking me. I began to wonder if my first partner's wife had helped him get hard or if someone else was in the room. I had not heard Brittney's voice but certainly there were plenty of other women who may have provided services. Or he could have just gotten hard watching me cum. It didn't really matter. I was full again and ready to be drilled. But he just sat there.

"Please fuck me," I pleaded.

He didn't say a word. Then I felt the cool gel of lube being spread around my asshole.

"No, please don't fuck my ass," I pleaded. "You're too big." 

Then I heard the woman speak. "Shut up slut. You talk too much."

I was about to say something else when I felt the mattress compress in front of me. I didn't get an opportunity to complain, resist or explain that I didn't do women before a wet pussy was forced into my mouth. "You can cum again after I do whore," she exclaimed with more than her share of obvious pleasure of dominating me. I didn't start sucking her pussy immediately. She was basically rubbing herself on my face at first. But when the guy behind me pushed his cock against my asshole, greased or not I squeezed my ass shut and opened my mouth to complain. And just like that I officially became bi-sexual. 

A few more swats to my ass with a command to "loosen up" found my new friend inching his cock up my butt. By the time I had opened up to take his full length (I thought I had been full before but this was amazing) I was eagerly lapping away at the pussy being forced into my mouth. When he started thrusting I went wild with howling. There was no way I was going to hold back from cumming again and I didn't care if I came first against orders. Fireworks were going off in my head. The pain from his cock stretching me had given way to bolts of pleasure overpowering me with every thrust. Even the thought of eating pussy, up to that moment a repulsive concept, turned out to be not that bad. I still didn't know what I was doing and I think she was getting more pleasure from rubbing my face and watching the action than from my limited skills.

Again I lost track of time. I came at least three times rutting on his cock up my ass. I think the woman came twice and the guy shot a huge load deep up my butt which he then trapped by pushing a plug in effectively sealing me from dripping. I was totally gone mentally. I vaguely remember both of them getting off the bed. I then felt my arms being untied. I started to stretch but two hands grabbed my wrists and quickly brought them behind my back. I heard the snap of the handcuffs even before I registered the feeling of cold steel on my flesh.

Next I felt the pillow being pulled out from under me and finally my legs being untied. A pair of soft hands felt up my legs, into my pussy, now leaking the cum of my first suitor, a little tug of the plug to make sure it was secure and the Brittney's voice. "Roll over baby. I have one more task for you."

I flipped over onto my back. I had a pretty good idea of what Brittney might want. I knew she enjoyed girls as much as boys so I shouldn't have been surprised when she slid me down the bed so my head was off the edge. 

"The report on your pussy eating ability was not very positive. I'm going to let you practice on me," I heard Brittney proclaim. "Of course I'm also need to punish you for teasing me so the quicker you get me off, the quicker you'll be released."

I felt a piece of leather slowly being drawn over my pussy lips. I knew pain would follow, but at that moment it was pure pleasure and I responded as such. Then I felt Brittney swing her leg over my head. I was crushed between her thighs and then felt the sting of what I later learned was a riding crop. I liked being hand spanked much better. The crop was too intense. 

I did my best to make Brittney cum. Cum well and cum quickly. For her part Brittney was giving me instruction on how to get her off, but she obviously also enjoyed using the crop on me and she took delight in calling me every filthy name in the book. Of course at that moment she wasn't lying. She teased my pussy with the crop between strikes on the rest of my available flesh to keep my arousal bubbling but not allowing me to go over the top. It was sheer madness. My clit was throbbing and her indirect stimulation of it meant and direct contract would set me off like a rocket. But of course she didn't allow that. Even after she came on my face she didn't let up.

"So you can be a good pussy slave," she declared. "Now you need practice. Do it again."

When I didn't respond quick enough, meaning instantaneously, she snapped the crop against my thighs. I cried out in pain, but my scream was muffled by the soft folds of her dripping snatch. She kept snapping the crop and then softly teasing my labia avoiding by millimeters direct contact with my clit and what I was sure would be an instant orgasm. I was spinning with lust and cursing my body's need for release. I was starting to understand Brittney and her mom better. In my current state I would do anything to cum. I couldn't say that, but I felt it. Finally after I got her off two more times she stood up. I felt her place the crop on my stomach. The tip was just grazing the top of my clit.

"Jenni, you've performed well. I thought of one more thing for your introductory lesson," Brittney told me. I thought eating her was her one last thing. Maybe she was just teasing me again and had no plans to let me go or worse no plans to let me cum again.

"I'm going to whip your pussy and clit 5 times with the crop. If it makes you cum you are what we call a pain slut. That's not a bad thing, but in the future it's good to know. If you don't cum, I'll let you use the vibrator of your choice. Deal?"

"Um, I guess," I replied. "Do I have a choice?"

"Not if you want out of those handcuffs," she told me.

The first swat was to my pussy. It was hard and the pain was terrible. I screamed. Brittney didn't seem to care and I realized nobody was going to come to my aid. I started to focus on making myself cum so she would quit hitting me.

"Count with me slut," Brittney instructed. "One," I shouted out.

"Good girl," she replied.

"Two!" I screamed. The second one was on my pussy as well. Pain was shooting through my body. The crop focused the strike. There was no pleasure, beyond the enjoyment Brittney was undoubtedly feeling.

"Three! Please no more. I'll do whatever you want."

"Really?" Brittney said with a pause. "You know I'm a sub. But maybe Master Peter and Mistress Dasha would train you."

"Anything," I begged.

"Four!" another scream and another blow to my pussy. "Please no more!" 

I realized none of the strikes were directed toward my clit yet. I couldn't withstand a strike like that on my clit. I started to cry.

"Five," I babbled. Brittney started rubbing the crop on my clit. My hips began rolling side to side and my tears became quiet moans as I tried to not let her see what she was doing to me. Of course there was no doubt Brittney knew exactly what she was doing. I'm sure her master and mistress had done something similar to her. Hell, they were probably testing her to see if she had learned anything from her own punishment.

"Please let me cum," I pleaded hoping her own memories would trigger a sympathetic response. She continued to slowly rub the tip over my clit.

"Have you been punished enough?" Brittney asked although I could tell from her voice she was just teasing and the question was rhetorical.

"Are you ready to start your new life as a cum slut?" she asked and then quickly added "On call to be used by your superiors at a moment's notice?"

When I didn't answer right away (I was trying to think of about the implications but the intense nerve pulses coming from the core of my body was making it difficult) she applied more pressure to my clit with the crop, although she didn't snap it.

"If I strike your clit you will experience a pain like you have never felt before," she warned me, "but a whore like you will probably get off on it."

Brittney's words seemed out of character for her, but they were working wonders on my psyche which I assume was the idea. I also assumed my first submission had been a game so I could experience some of what Brittney and her mom felt, but now I realized it was different. This wasn't a game and she was really going to make me beg and pledge myself before I'd be allowed to cum. I was desperate to orgasm. I was happy to suck any cock, eat any pussy and offer my pussy and ass to anyone who would make me cum. But this was different. Would Brittney become my mistress? Or was I meant for her owners. Or was I overthinking this and she was just fucking with me? In one last act of defiance I told her I wanted to feel the lash on my clit. I know what you're thinking. That was stupid. But I had to know if she was right. Was I a pain slut? Would I really get off on being beaten?


Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 01



"Count again," Brittney reminded me. Then my world exploded.

I squeezed my legs together and rolled onto my side to protect myself. I screamed bloody murder. Everyone in the house must have heard me. Pain radiated out from my pussy to every point of my body. I howled, "No more!"

"Four to go," Brittney reminded me. "You chose this."

"No, I'll do anything," I pleaded. "Mistress Brittney I'll do anything you say."

I didn't consciously think to call her mistress. It just came out that way. Hopefully it pleased her. She began to tap the crop on my clit. I moaned.

"See how your body craves to give up control," she said. I nodded unable to talk.

"When you displease your master or mistress, they can bring you great pain. But if you are good..." She tapped a little more insistently bringing my arousal back to the forefront of my mind. 

"Sit up and throw your legs over the bed to your right."

I did as I was told and felt her move behind me and unhook the cuffs. Then she whispered in my ear. "I'm going to hand you a vibrator. You're going to show me just how good of a slut you can be. You're going to fuck yourself and cum like the dirty whore that you know you are."

I could only nod. My ability to speak or think rationally was gone.

True to her word Brittney reached around me and handing me a big vibrator. Then she began tweaking my nipples.

"Fuck yourself slut," I head her command. "Show me what a nasty teacher you are."

I turned on the vibe and held it against my clit. I knew it wouldn't take long. Brittney kept berating me and each dirty name she called me brought me closer to my long craved climax. 

"Get that fake dick into your pussy, slag," she commanded. Imagine that's one of your students pounding you on your desk. I moaned louder as I put about 4 inches inside of me.

"You can do better than that, bitch," she screamed at me. "I saw you take two cocks bigger than that all the way in your ass and pussy. My world was spinning. 

"Just think what the school board would think if they could see you know. You'll have to fuck every one of them to keep your job!"

I was fucking myself with abandon and howling in pleasure. "No mistress, they can never know," I babbled.

"Yes, they have a pain slut whore slave on their payroll. You'd suck off your principle if he asked wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I replied breathlessly. I was close.

"You would drop to your knees and eat out a parent's pussy in your school office, wouldn't you, tramp?"

"Yes mistress!" 

"I'm not your mistress cunt," Brittney hissed at me. "You're just a dirty fuck doll. Any parent who asks can have you. They'll just walk into your office and point to the floor and you'll be on your knees. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes!!!" I screamed. "I'm a fuck slut!!!" And just like that my pussy exploded all over the vibe. Brittney continued to squeeze my nipples. The pain mixed with the pleasure blasting from my pussy overloading my brain. I screamed louder and had the most intoxicating orgasm I ever had. The room was spinning. My body was quivering. It seemed to go on forever until finally as I started to calm down I felt Brittney easing my body onto the mattress. She then got up and lifted my legs allowing me to curl up in a very satisfied little ball. She then kissed me gently and put a blanket over me. I didn't even think to remove the blindfold. I fell asleep before she even reached the door. 

When I woke the alarm clock next to the bed said it was 4:08am. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep. My body was sore from the fucking I had received some hours earlier. I crawled out of bed and carefully moved toward the door. I could see the hallway light underneath the door and found a light switch on the wall. The room was suddenly very bright and I had to shield my eyes until they adjusted. Then I discovered (maybe noticed is a better word) that my ass was still plugged from earlier. I think it hurt more removing the plug than putting it in now that the lube had dried. I found my clothes, got dressed and walked back toward the family room. The party was obviously over. I found a naked blond with big fake tits asleep on the couch in the family room. I could see pools of dried cum on her chest. From somewhere in the house I heard another woman in the throes of passion. I guess some people were still partying. Thankfully I found my purse with my wallet and car keys and and snuck out the front door. I felt like I was making the infamous "walk of shame" as I headed out to my car to drive home, although I wasn't sure what I was ashamed about. Maybe it was the cum dripping out of my ass now that the plug was gone. But I had a great time including the best orgasm of my life so overall it was a successful night, I figured.

When I got home I showered and then got back into bed. I had vivid dreams about being tied and fucked. I woke up with a wet pussy and a smile on my face. Needless to say the rest of the weekend failed to live up to the experience of the party. I continued to fantasize about being used. In fact, when I returned to class on Monday I had the sneaking feeling that everyone knew what I had done over the weekend as if they could read my face and know what I had done. I started to picture everyone I talked to ordering me to drop to my knees and pleasure them. Several times I had to shake my head back to reality as I was talking to another teacher and I found myself distracted by thoughts of submitting to them. After school I even retreated to the private sanctuary of my office and masturbated before going home. This went on for a week. I had increasingly lurid dreams at night and more frequent fantasy daydreams at work, although I started to focus on one or two of my coworkers instead of the random, faceless master I served at night.

I was concerned that I was a bit out of control. I thought about calling Brittney and seeing if she could arrange another party. More private this time with just me at the center of attention. But I really resisted that since she was a former student. Sure she was an adult now and from a different school, but I was still concerned about keeping up appearances in the public setting. Besides that, student reviews with parent/teacher conferences were next week and I had to prepare. That was my plan to distract my body from craving a repeat performance. I would focus on the reviews and suppress my desires once again.

That plan probably would have worked if it had not been for the FedEx envelope which appeared in my school mailbox.



Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 02



My hands were trembling as I picked up the oversized envelope from my school mailbox. I had not ordered anything online recently and was not expecting any correspondence, which would necessitate using FedEx. Immediately I assumed the worst. Somehow this must relate to the party. I felt the package. It felt like it had a CD jewel case in it. Now I was definitely nervous. I had not noticed anyone with a camera during the party. Then it hit me. Brittney had blindfolded me during my bondage romp at the end. I looked at the return address. I didn't recognize it. Looking around the school office trying not to look guilty, I pulled out my cell phone and did a quick Google search on the address. It came up blank. It was a fake. Now I was really scared.

I hurried back to my office where I tore the envelope open. It wasn't a CD but a DVD. My heart sank when I realized I must have been videotaped at the party, which was why I had been blindfolded. Suddenly, the rush I had felt from being sightless turned into anger at being betrayed by Brittney. I didn't dare put the DVD into my school computer. I knew they had tracking software and while I didn't think it could tell what was on a disk I played, I wasn't about to risk it. This could ruin my career if what I did ever got back to the administration.

Luckily my classes were done for the day so I headed out to my car. I threw the disk onto the passenger seat and sped out of the parking lot. As I drove home I kept looking at the seat. The DVD appeared to be mocking me and my moment of weakness at the party. I decided to call Brittney and give her a piece of my mind. She didn't pick up the call and I got her voicemail. Then I remembered she had swim practice in the afternoon. Instead of going home I drove to the pool to confront her.

I probably should have gone home and watched the DVD before confronting her in front of her friends. At least she didn't seem too upset with me. In fact, she almost laughed at me telling me not to worry; that I looked awesome in the video. Then she put her arm around me and gave me a hug.

"Come over to the apartment and watch it. Then you can pass judgment on me."

That seemed reasonable to me now that I had calmed down a bit. Besides, it would be easier to hide her body if I got really pissed off.

I followed her to her apartment. Brittney sat me down on the couch in front of her big ass TV and told me to get started. She said she had to hang up her swimsuit and that she would be right back. I put the DVD into the player and sat back down on the couch. Quickly my image, almost larger than life, appeared on the screen. As I expected, the video started after I had been bound to the bed and blindfolded.

I was mortified that this video existed. The way the frame was cropped you could see my entire body, including my ass way up in the air waiting to get spanked or fucked, filling the TV screen, but nothing above or below me. I didn't understand until I saw Brittney take up a position behind me. This was when she gave me my spanking. I could only see her from just below the shoulders down. I could see her arms rise up, but mostly the video just showed her hand crashing down on my ass and my reaction to it. I realized the way the camera was setup on the tripod, Brittney, and any anyone else on the tape, would not be identifiable. Only I would be identifiable. Son of a bitch.

Brittney had not come back yet, so I watched the beginning of my spanking by myself. I have to admit I did look good on the screen. At least she used a good camera. Then I remembered Peter was in the adult film business and it all made sense. Of course that scared me too thinking that he might release this as a secret sex tape. I'd never get a teaching job anywhere if they did that. 

Brittney reappeared wearing a baby-doll nighty and carrying a shoebox. She put the box on a table in front of the couch, popped off the top and then plopped down next to me on the couch. She looked so innocent in her lingerie, but I knew better. Leaning forward, so I could see into the box, gave me a view of a collection of vibrators and dildos.

"Master Peter didn't want me to watch the video without your permission," she told me. "I'm glad you wanted to watch with me."

I still wanted to yell at her, but it struck me that she really didn't have an ulterior motive in filming me. Her Master probably ordered her to do it. I turned my attention back to the screen. Brittney kept up a running commentary.

"I loved spanking your ass. Did you know that?" she asked. "You've got a great butt for spanking," she continued. I didn't know how to respond. 

On the screen when Brittney began to finger me, she told me how nice my pussy felt around her fingers. I could hear the lust in her voice, which told me she was probably getting wet just reliving the experience. Truth be told, so was I.

"Feel free to grab a toy if you want," she told me as she leaned forward and picked up a vibrator for herself. Now I had two things to watch. Myself on the screen as a faceless man appeared in front of me and fed me his cock and Brittney lounging on the couch next to me, casually holding the vibrator on her pussy. It was hard to be mad at her as my own arousal was building. As the man in the video moved behind me and slid his cock into my pussy, my vaginal muscles clenched in sympathy as memories of that night reminded me how good he felt inside of me. I wanted to take one of Brittney's dildos and ram it into my snatch. Even more I wanted to bend myself over the couch and do myself from behind. The man had given me one of the best fucks of my life and I wanted to recreate that feeling. But I couldn't. Not in front of her. That was probably stupid since she had been involved in the night we were watching on the TV, but I still had not let go of my reluctance to act out my sexuality at any time. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and join her, but doing so already got me recorded and could ruin my career. How could I be sure she wasn't planning something else for me?

Brittney continued her commentary, saying what a good slut I was for taking that big cock and milking it. She was slowly sliding the vibrator in and out of her own pussy as if she were demonstrating my technique. Of course when the wet pussy was pressed against my mouth and I began servicing it Brittney was adamant that any time I wanted more pussy I could just call her. She also had a juicy orgasm sitting next to me. That fact made it even harder to resist playing with her (or with myself) but I remained strong. In the video when I was fucked up the ass I could tell my new partner was much younger, but still there were no distinguishing characteristics to identify him. Except for his big cock, I suppose, although there wasn't a close-up of it on the video, just a wide angle shot of it disappearing into my ass and then being pulled out over and over again. Brittney, now calmed after her orgasm, continued to comment saying she had fucked him too and that he was very "skilled."

I pressed her for the identity of the man and she refused. She said "When the time is right, they will reveal themselves." Her use of the plural meant she knew the other man and the woman too. This wasn't a surprise, but I was taken aback that all three might want a return engagement. Brittney reached over and began massaging my breasts.

"Come on Jenni," she cooed. "Are you sure you don't want a toy? Renee has a nice strap-on I could borrow. I could bend you over the couch and take you like in the video."

Her offer was so tempting. She looked so sexy sitting next to me. I really did want to get fucked, but I wanted it on my terms. I made a lame excuse about having to prepare for parent/teacher conferences (they were next week but she didn't know that) and said I had to go. She gave me a pouty face. I almost changed my mind. But I held strong, took my DVD and left.

Once I got home, I immediately stripped and retrieved my own dildo and vibe. Away from Brittney, I had no illusion that I wouldn't be recreating the evening from the comfort of my own living room. Watching the DVD from the start again, I first spanked myself as I watched Brittney spank me. Then I sucked off my dildo before pushing it into my own pussy. My first orgasm of the night happened while I drilled myself in time to the guy on the screen fucking me. I was sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide pistoning the dildo in and out of myself while I rubbed my clit. I had a nice juicy orgasm which served me well. While my on screen double ate the woman's pussy, I was able to use my fingers to scoop out plenty of my own juices, effectively licking myself. True it wasn't the same, but it was the best I could do. When the second man appeared, I moved behind the couch and bent myself over the back.

My dildo was a poor substitute for his cock. But it also brought me to the realization that it wasn't just because it was plastic, but because without the restraints and the ability to stop whenever I wanted, the experience just wasn't as exciting. Sure I came again, fucking my own ass while watching my bound form get pummeled, but it just wasn't as good. 

The final part of the video I had not watched with Brittney. It was the section where she sat me up on the bed and I masturbated myself. It was surreal to watch because I had been unknowingly staring right into the camera and confessing my darkest desires. In truth I didn't remember much of what I said that night. I was so far gone that I wasn't really coherent. As I watch myself on the DVD, I realized I had been confessing what was deep in my soul, but that I had never admitted to myself or to anyone else. It was clear to me that when I confessed to Brittney that I needed to submit to someone and how that admission triggered an amazing climax that I had turned a corner. I was still pissed at Brittney for filming me without permission, but I had to admit to myself that there was no going back from the experience itself. 

After the DVD finished I called Brittney and told her I wanted to be tied up again. She told me she would talk to her master and Mistress and see if they would play with me. I told her I was fine if she wanted to tie me up again. (This was a big step for me because even though eating pussy at the party wasn't the worst thing ever, I didn't particularly want to make a habit of it.) She told me that if she got permission that would be fine, but it was up to her master and mistress to decide what she could do. This kind of pissed me off again, but I understood. 

After we ended the call I tried to do some work on the student evaluation forms I needed for the conferences, but the DVD was calling me and in the end I couldn't resist watching it again. I probably don't have to tell you that I repeated my entire performance from earlier, cumming three times. It was almost scary how excited I became watching myself and then wondering what Peter and Dasha would do if I had the courage to submit to them. I'd already seen how they treated Brittney and her mom. Peter had told everyone he promised his mother/daughter team they wouldn't have to have sex with each other to please him. But he wouldn't have that same restriction with Brittney and I. Of course he would want to see two young, hot girls getting it on. I started to have second thoughts again. But that night my dreams were filled with visions of Brittney and I serving together and even being tied in a 69. I guess the heart wants what the heart wants.

I was on pins and needles waiting for Brittney to call me back. I didn't want to call her and appear desperate, but as each hour clicked past without a call from her, that is exactly what I became. I watched my DVD every day and dreamed of submission every night. I even started masturbating in my office during my lunch hour. I couldn't help it. I would look at all the hunky guys in my class and even a few of the hot girls and my mind would immediately wander to memories of the party. If Brittney didn't call me soon, I was going to have to go out and find a new partner.

Fortunately it didn't come to that. 

It was late Friday afternoon. I was teaching my last class of the week, which was a good thing because my panties were soaked after my lunchtime fingering and a wicked fantasy I was having about a football player in my class. I was picturing him staying behind after class and then throwing me over my desk and having his way with me. Several times during my lecture I lost track of where I was and had to shake my head to clear the lust from my thoughts. I was just about to wrap up when an envelope slid under the classroom door. That was odd. In fact I never remember it happening. I tried not to make a big deal about it and walked over, picking it up while continuing my lecture. 

I wanted to wait to open the note until after class. After all there was only a few minutes left until the weekend. But the handwriting on the envelope had my name written in the most beautiful penmanship. It was almost calligraphy. It was definitely written by a woman and from what I remembered about Brittney as a student, it wasn't her.

I probably glanced at the envelope 10 times in the last five minutes of class. I was so tempted to pick it up. Finally the bell rang. I gave my class my usual admonition to remember to do their homework, but nobody was listening. I started opening the envelope as the last of my students was filing out of the room. My hands were trembling. Inside, the note was in the same handwriting. It was simple and direct.

"My slave tells me you want to experience submission again. Be at our house at 5pm. Come in the side garage entrance. Don't be late or don't bother coming. This is your only offer."

The note was signed Mistress Dasha.

I looked at my watch. It was 3:15. That may sound like I had plenty of time, but with Friday traffic in LA I would have to leave right away to make sure I made it on time. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

Traffic seemed extra horrid that afternoon, but it was probably just because I was excited to be going back to their house. I did arrive early so I had to sit in my car for half an hour and stew in my juices. I decided to walk into the garage a few minutes early in case my watch was slow. I wasn't sure what to expect. I knew that Brittney went in that entrance for the party and came out dressed as a French Maid. Was that what they had in store for me?

With caution, I opened the side door to the garage. There was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting an eerie glow over the cars. As I walked inside I noticed Brittney sitting on a chair. She didn't seem to notice me. As I got closer I noticed why. I didn't know if she was being punished, whether I was being tested, whether this was just a game or some combination of all of the above. Brittney was naked, blindfolded and bound to the chair. The rope work was exquisite. It must have taken quite a while to secure her in this fashion. 

She was bound with a thin (about 3/8 inch) red rope. Touching it showed that it was very soft. At least she could be somewhat comfortable. I assumed she either had been there a while or would be there a while. While the tie on her ankles to the legs of the chair forcing her legs apart was fairly straight forward, the rope affixing her hands to the back of the chair was tied in a much more elaborate way. After making sure her hands were not going anywhere, the rope was wrapped around her chest several times creating a rope bra. However, unlike her wrist and ankles, which appeared to be bound relatively comfortably, her rope bra was obviously squeezing her breasts from the top and bottom forcing them to pop out. I could see from the blood flow that these ropes must be painful. Her nipples seemed ready to explode. They looked very sensitive. 

The rope continued its journey securing her calves and thighs to the chair and also included a section that wrapped around her neck and down between her legs. There were two pieces between her legs and much like her rope bra, the strands were pinching her labia together forcing her lips to pop out. Her clit was also clearly visible having swollen beyond its hood. She must have been excited.

Looking at her face I saw a thick leather blindfold. She was also wearing over the ear headphones. I couldn't tell if they were noise cancelling or noise isolation headphones. I followed the wire down and saw it was connected to a laptop sitting on a table next to her. The screen saver was a text message floating around the screen. It said, "pleasure Brittney with your mouth. After she cums, you will strip naked and crawl into the house. Leave Brittney where she is. You will crawl through the house until you find me. Your other option is to leave now and never return. – Mistress Dasha."

I touched the trackpad on the laptop to dismiss the screen saver. I was curious about what Brittney heard through the headphones. There was a video playing in a small window. On the other side of the screen there was a playlist Adding up the times for each track I calculated Brittney had been out here about an hour. More importantly she had about an hour to go. The video showed a woman who was tied to a bed being fucked by a well-hung man. Standing around the bed were two other men both stroking their cocks. I wondered if the selection of video was for me as I had been thinking about a similar position for myself. 

I looked back at Brittney. Tied as she was she had very little freedom of movement. But her ass was gyrating ever so slowly. I looked at the floor in front of her and there was a bullet vibrator lying there. I had not noticed it before. I picked it up. It was still warm. It must have been in Brittney's pussy and slid out. I then reached forward and touched her nipple. Brittney moaned.

"Oh, Jenni," she exclaimed. "Is that you? Please get me off. I'm desperate."

For some reason I didn't want to admit it was me. I was sure this whole setup was some kind of ruse. I looked around the garage again and noticed a security camera pointed toward the door. I walked over to the wall and stood under it trying to figure out where it was focused. It will come as no shock that it was refocused at Brittney instead of the door. "Mistress Dasha must be testing me," I thought. I took a deep breath and walked in front of Brittney. I then bent over and took her nipples in succession into my mouth. Her moans were music to my ears. I knew what I had to do, and even though I was still apprehensive, I dropped to my knees. I put my hands on her thighs. Her legs were not going anywhere, meaning I would really have to press my head between them to reach her holy land. But that is what I did.

"Oh Jenni," Brittney exclaimed with delight. "Thank you!"

She was dripping like a faucet. The egg probably had not slid out of her too long ago. She was certainly excited that I had joined the party. I didn't know if she knew the contents of her mistress' instruction to me, but I suppose it didn't really matter if she did or didn't. She was moaning and begging me to play with her nipples and get her off quickly. Her flavor was different from the woman I ate at the party and very tasty indeed. I found I didn't mind licking Brittney as much as I the woman at the party. Maybe it was because I was free and Brittney was bound; that made the difference. At the party I was being forced to service the woman. Now it was my choice, which was important in my mind. I did as she asked and played with her nipples some more, but I was careful not to let her cum too quickly.

I was relishing the power I had over Brittney. And even though not giving her the pleasure of an orgasm quickly meant I had to eat more pussy, it was a small price to pay to give her some payback. I assumed Dasha was watching us on the camera so I made sure to show I was participating and not faking it. I would pull back every so often and stick two fingers inside Brittney and rub her clit with my thumb. I hoped the camera had sound because Brittney was very vocal. Anxious or frantic to orgasm would be a good way to describe her at that moment.




Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 02



But all good things must come (or cum) to an end so after about 10 minutes I gave in and really started going to town sucking on her clit. I also reached up and began pinching both her nipples. The result I was expecting happened quickly. It was a good thing she was bound because she probably would have been clawing at my back as her orgasm overtook her. Although I couldn't see her reaction, I heard it. I also felt her body shaking. No doubt she was thrashing her head back and forth since that was the only free part of her body. My mouth was rewarded with a fresh batch of juice, which I eagerly consumed. When she finally began to come down from her orgasmic high I turned my head to look at the camera. I pursed my lips as if to say "tasty" to my unseen host. I wondered if I would be eating her soon and, if so, if she would taste like the woman from the party. Perhaps she was the woman at the party. It was time to find out. I quickly stripped off my clothes. I then made sure the egg was set to low (it seemed like the right thing to do) and slid it back inside Brittney. She moaned again. Then I crawled to the door.

I thought I remembered the layout of the house pretty well. But what I didn't know was where the security camera room might be. I was pretty confident they were watching me, but I couldn't begin to guess where they were. So I did the next best thing. I just started crawling around. 

From the garage the kitchen was my first stop, but it was empty. I looked in the family room but found nobody. I heard the sound of a heel on the hardwood floor, but by the time I got to where I thought the sound came from, the person was gone. I searched down the hallway where my encounter happened last time but came up empty. Then suddenly Brittney was standing next to me. How did she escape? I asked her and she chuckled. She told me that Mistress was playing a game with me by moving around so I wouldn't find her. Brittney told me she was to bring me out by the pool. I remembered the stocks being out by the pool and wondered if they were in my future.

We arrived by the pool to find Dasha lounging on a chaise with a tall glass of something that looked refreshing. "Welcome Jenni," she greeted me. "Brittney tells me you want to feel the warmth of submitting to a superior person again."

I thought for a minute. Not that I doubted she was right, but I wanted to be sure I phrased my reply correctly. Finally I went with the standard, "Yes, Mistress."

"I am not your Mistress," she replied. "At least, not yet," she said with a wink. "For today call me ma'am. That denotes the respect I deserve. Calling me mistress involves a level of commitment neither of us have made to each other yet."

There was a pregnant pause in the conversation. I guess she was waiting for me to agree. The silence was uncomfortable. Finally I said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Very good," she replied. "Let's begin."

The first thing Dasha had me do was stand in front of her chair. She told me to spread my legs and put my hands on my head. "This is an inspections pose," she told me. She explained that some dominants, herself included, like to examine their submissives before a session begins. I think Brittney liked watching her mistress as she stood up and began her assessment. "Eyes forward. Don't move," she instructed. It was difficult for me. I still wasn't comfortable having a woman touch me. Given the situation I wouldn't be comfortable with a man doing it either, but I did my best to follow her directions.

Mistress, sorry, Ma'am Dasha gave Brittney a brutally honest evaluation of my body. She commented that she didn't have an opportunity to play with me at the party. I guess I can scratch her off the list of possible pussies I licked. (I was pretty sure it was Brittney whom I serviced.) "Nice tits," she said as she squeezed them firmly. "Ass needs work," as she did the same to my backside. This continued with her feeling every inch of my body including inside my pussy ("juicy like I like") and my inside my mouth forcing me to taste my own flavor. My legs were struggling to support me by the time she was finished. I'm sure she could tell I was shaking, although I was really trying to hold still. Ma'am had a wicked smile on her face when she put two fingers into my pussy for the second time. This time her thumb stayed on my clit.

"Brittney tells me you are a pretty wild young girl. I can tell you are enjoying this. Rule number one..." she spoke although I was entirely focused on the pleasure she was giving me. I could feel an orgasm building. All of a sudden she pulled her fingers out and slapped me on the cheek. "You're not paying attention," she scolded me.

"I'm sorry Ma'am," I apologized having been snapped back into reality. "I was about to cum because you were rubbing my clit." That made her smile.

"Because I was rubbing your clit or because anybody was rubbing your slut button."

I'm sure she knew the truth was anybody touching me right then could make me squirm and orgasm. But I wanted to please her and told her "because you are doing it."

"Let's put that to the test," she announced. "Brittney, help me out."

I watched cautiously as Brittney, who at first had been watching the proceedings, now moved in front of me.

"Finger this wannabe sub while I explain the rules. If she cums on your hand, you get to spank her."

Brittney quickly moved into position. But instead of standing in front of me like Ma'am had done, Brittney moved behind me. She then wrapped her left arm around my stomach and pulled me tight against her while her right hand found my clit and began rubbing me. Almost immediately my legs buckled (thankfully Brittney was supporting me until I could recover) and a throaty moan escaped my lips.

"As I was saying," Dasha continued. "Rule number one – no orgasms without permission. You don't own your body. Your dominant does. They will decide if and when you are allowed to cum. Failure to obey will lead to punishment."

I was trying to listen, I really was. But Brittney's magic fingers dancing on my clit were making it tough. The fact that I was also standing naked in the back yard of a beautiful and powerful woman wasn't helping either.

"Rule number two," she announced. "You will comply with all commands immediately and without question. If the UPS guy comes to the door and your dominant tells you to get the package naked or suck him off, you will do so without hesitation. You fuck who your dominant tell you. Your job is to serve them and give pleasure. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I said breathlessly.

"Yes Ma'am," she corrected me. "I already have four slaves. I don't really need another. But I'm sure I can find you someone cruel to impose their will on you. Brittney show her what happens when she can't even follow a simple rule like calling me Ma'am."

I was afraid Brittney was going to spank me or pinch my nipples, but instead she let me go and moved in front of me. I probably should have realized this was part of Dasha's plan from the beginning, but I guess I was too naïve. I was surprised to find Brittney on her knees in front of me and pulling my crotch onto her mouth.

"Brittney wasn't very good at eating pussy when she first became infatuated with my husband. But she was an eager student. She realized pretty quickly that if she wanted his cock to satisfy her cravings she had to please me as well. Now she is an expert. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," I shouted. I felt a big orgasm building as Brittney went to work on me.

"I'm going to explain the rest of the rules, but you probably will not remember most of them. I can already see on your face that your mind is concentrating on what Brittney is doing to you and not on me. But that is fine. Since you will not have permission to cum, you must have realized you will be punished when you cum on her face. She is going to spank you, but I am going to flog you. That is what you have in store for yourself since you lack control."

My mind was becoming more and more out of it as Brittney's tongue continued to work my clit. But I wasn't so far gone yet that I didn't notice Dasha had not said "if I cum on her face." She was not telling me that she thought I lacked enough self-control to keep from orgasming. She was telling me that she "knew" I couldn't control myself. Even with the penalty of being spanked and flogged she was decreeing that I couldn't control myself. I wish I could say she was wrong, but I knew in my heart she was right.

I'm not sure how many additional rules she gave me. My mind was spinning, especially after Brittney slid her fingers back inside me. I was moaning and trying not to move was out the window. I was fucking myself on her hand and grinding myself on her face.

"You were born to be a submissive, Jenni," Dasha announced. Somehow that got through the fog of my arousal even if her rules had not. "You're desperate enough to cum to accept your punishment. If you were my sub the feeling would be even more compelling." Then she moved up close next to me and whispered in my ear so Brittney wouldn't hear her. "You'll make a fine fuck doll someday. Let go your inhibitions and accept who you are. You were born to bring pleasure. You will serve your dominant. You crave discipline. You will follow their instructions. You will learn from their teachings. You will obey their commands. You will take pleasure in their using you. Your actions will make them proud. You will take pleasure in making them proud."

Every word she said went straight to my heart. It was as if she was programing me. I hated myself for shamelessly cumming on Brittney's face while Dasha was being so kind as to instruct me how a submissive should act. I knew I had displeased her by my own selfish actions. Who was I to determine when I should climax? I knew the consequences of not following her command (and rule number one) and accepted that I had earned her punishment. I only hoped I would learn from my mistake so I could serve my real dominant (whoever that might be) better in the future. My legs collapsed as my emotions released into a convulsing, crying heap on the ground.

By the time I regained my composure, both Dasha and Brittney were sitting on their respective lounge chairs. "Over Brittney's lap for your spanking," Dasha commanded pointing at Brittney. I meekly obeyed. It was a strange sensation. It wasn't the first time Brittney had spanked me. That happened at the party. But that time it seemed like play. It was part of my kinky adventure that night. This time she was punishing me. No, she didn't spank me that much harder this time, but I knew the reason was that I had displeased Dasha. I wondered if I had displeased Brittney as well. Just like before Brittney varied the force of her blows and just like before she would pause and finger me from time to time.

"I bet I can make her cum again, Mistress," Brittney proclaimed to Dasha. "Do you want her to give you two reasons to whip her?"

I'd almost forgotten about the flogging Dasha had promised to give me. I was so focused on the painful delights of Brittney's palm and the warmth spreading through my body that I'd neglected that this was the easy part of my punishment.

"Do what you want Brittney. I'll give you 15 minutes. I need to start dinner for your master and get the flogger."

With Brittney in charge, at least temporarily, I hoped for a reprieve. I suppose that was misguided. Brittney gave me 10 more hard whacks on each ass cheek. I'm sure her palm print was imprinted on my butt. 

"Listen Jenni," she told me in a hushed tone. "My pussy is on fire from what she was doing to you. I need you to get me off quickly before she comes back. You need the practice anyway. I'm sure you'll be eating her pussy and sucking master's cock before the night is over."

Brittney pushed me off her lap, swung her legs off the chaise and spread them. Her pussy was glistening showing me she wasn't lying about getting aroused watching me. I got down on my knees like she had done to me. My first couple of licks were tentative. 

"What are you waiting for slut," Brittney exclaimed a bit louder than before. "Eat me. Make me cum and do it quickly."

She reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. Her forceful nature made it easier in my mind to give a better effort. Soon enough she was rolling her hips as my tongue danced over her clit and pushed passed her labia to lap at her juices. I could tell she was enjoying herself which made me happy. I though back to what Dasha had whispered in my ear. The phrases that made me cum so hard came back to me. "You was born to give pleasure. Your actions will make them proud. You will take pleasure in making them proud." I redoubled my efforts to make Brittney cum. I could tell she was nearing orgasm. I didn't know if she had permission or not to cum, but I figured that wasn't my problem. I was following her commands and Dasha had said she was in charge. That absolved me of responsibility. I started to feel the same rush as when Brittney had tied me up at the party. I had no choice but to eat her pussy and make her cum. The decision wasn't mine. I was just her toy to be played with and my own pleasure was instigated by pleasing her, Dasha, Peter or whomever they authorized.

I felt Brittney grab my head with both hands and sensed her body tensing. Her moment of release was at hand. "Oh Jenni, yes!" I heard her exclaim. At the exact same time I heard a "whoosh" sound. I felt a slight breeze as the talons of the flogger passed my face an instant before they impacted on Brittney's milky flesh. Her hips jumped forcing her pussy even firmer into my face. She screamed and let go of my head. I was able to pull my head back just enough to see the second strike of the flogger strike against her breasts. Brittney recoiled and rolled over in pain.

"What's rule number one?" she yelled at Brittney.

"No orgasms without permission, Mistress Dasha," Brittney shouted back. "Please Mistress, not my tits." 

I was studying Brittney's face and I could tell she lacked conviction when she made that request. It occurred to me that she knew what her punishment would be just like what had been promised to me. She also had to know her mistress would return and catch her. She must have wanted to be punished. I watched as red marks began to form on her porcelain skin from the first strike of the leather flogger.

"No Brittney," her mistress chided her. "I think you want the kiss of my lash too much. You can go home now and think about how you disappointed me. I will instruct Renee to make sure you don't masturbate for one week. I will also tell her to be sure you don't paddle yourself or do anything else that may be considered punishment. Then you may return and we will see if you have learned anything."

I watched as Brittney slowly walked back to the house. I could tell she was disappointed. Just as Dasha had read my needs correctly she had also done the same with Brittney. Of course she was Brittney's Mistress so dispensing the appropriate punishment for her was more important. It also taught me a valuable lesson. Until then I assumed that sex was the ultimate motivator. I'd been spanked twice but both times had been a precursor to achieving orgasm. With Brittney, it seemed, the motivation was the punishment itself. I didn't really understand that, but I did understand how Dasha used her influence to take away the thing Brittney craved most of all, her mistress' approval. Then Dasha turned her attention to me.

"Do you know what just happened?" she asked me. I decided not to proffer an opinion.

"No Ma'am," I replied.

"Brittney is a good girl most of the time, but sometimes she forgets her place. I allow her certain leniencies to play with my daughter because I would rather Renee is with someone I know. But sometimes she forgets that when she is here, she is to serve me and follow the rules. She knows how much I enjoy flogging a new submissive. But she also knows I have to take it easy on you the first time. By breaking the rules she was attempting to get me to punish her so I could savor the snap on her flesh. I appreciate her motivation because it comes from her longing to serve me. So I couldn't flog her because that is what she wanted. I could have put her on the tease table and drove her insane with lust, but I thought waiting a week to see me and not being allowed to orgasm was a better punishment. I'll make sure my daughter plays with her each night and brings her close to orgasm without letting her crash over. By the time she returns she will be much better behaved."

I sort of understood her, but I was really focused on the flogger in her hand as it had been promised to me. I just stayed kneeling in the position I had been when eating Brittney waiting for Dasha to make her next move. She told me to rise and follow her into the house. I did and enjoyed the view of her backside as we walked back through the kitchen. She then led me to the basement. I had not been down there during the party. We passed through a second family room and into a room, which was obviously a dungeon. Dasha told me to stand in the middle of the room and I obeyed her without question.

Dasha went to a control box and I heard a whirring noise above me. I looked up and saw a cable descending from the ceiling. When it reached level with my head Dasha released the control button and it stopped. She then returned with a set of heavy leather cuffs. She didn't speak. She simply cuffed my wrists together and then attached them to the cable. Before she hoisted me, however, she went to another cabinet and returned with a plastic butterfly which she taped to my clit with the help of a piece of bondage tape that she wrapped around my body. She flipped the power switch on the butterfly and instantly I moaned.

"We're not going to cum again without permission are we?" she said mockingly. She knew damn well I would cum from the vibrations centered on my clit.

"No Ma'am," I said trying to sound convincing. I'm sure I was not, but I'm just as sure she knew exactly what I was feeling.

"Well, you be a good girl and follow the rules and I'll go easy on you."

Dasha then used the bondage tape to secure my legs tightly together using pieces around my thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Even if I wasn't cuffed to the ceiling chain, I was going nowhere fast. Then she picked up the flogger. For a moment I forgot about the butterfly. She stood in front of me tapping the flogger in her hand.

"I need to check on dinner. I will be back in 10 or 15 minutes. I am able to monitor you from upstairs. If you don't cum before I get back, you will be rewarded."

She didn't tell me what the reward would be and more importantly she didn't tell me what the punishment would be if I failed, although I had a pretty good idea about that. What she did do was walk back to the winch control and raise me so my feet were just off the ground. This left my arms to support my entire body weight as I was forced to hang there and wait for her return. Hang there and try to think of anything except the buzzing on my clit. The buzzing that was driving me wild and threatening to turn my body into a quivering mass of orgasming teacher.

I'd already earned the flogging from cumming without permission earlier. But maybe she would go easy on me if I was able to hold out this time for her return. Maybe her reward would be to allow me to orgasm with her blessing. I tried to think about the pain of the flogging instead of the buzzing on my clit. I tried to think about the most unisexual thoughts I could imagine. Anything to keep my body from betraying me. But the butterfly was unrelenting. I looked around the room and spied two cameras, one of which was pointed directly at me. She had not been lying about being able to monitor me while she worked on dinner. No doubt, like my tryst at the party, I was being recorded. The more time I spent here, the more incriminating evidence of my new lifestyle was being created. Thinking about being exposed at school worked to counteract the effects of the butterfly. I saw myself being called into the principle's office where he and a member of the teachers' union gave me the bad news that a video had surfaced of me and they had to let me go. I'd be ostracized and never get another teaching job. My pussy was still leaking and my nipples were as hard as erasers, but at least my desire to orgasm was gone. And that was the moment Dasha decided to return. But she was no longer naked and my desire to cum suddenly returned.




Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 02



Dasha had done a wardrobe change in the past 10 minutes. I wondered what she could have done in the kitchen because certainly the leather catsuit she was wearing must have taken some time to put on. The top zipper was pulled down far enough for a mouth-watering expanse of her cleavage to be exposed and around her hips she wore a large, black strap-on. I hoped that would be my reward. 

"You did well," she complimented me while she switched off the butterfly. "I didn't think you were going to make it. When I watched you from the kitchen I thought for sure you were going to cum. Then you must have thought of something spectacular because I could tell when you stopped worrying. What did you think of?"

I should have made something up, but I couldn't lie to her. I told her about how scared I was of having my school find out about my new adventures.

"Yes, that would be bad. But have no fear, there is no reason for them to find out. I have no need to tell them."

"What about Brittney," I asked. "She was pretty pissed off when she left and she has the DVD from the party."

"You have the only copy of the DVD," she told me. "We don't keep evidence. We have plenty of willing partners. We don't need to blackmail anybody. Brittney just thought you would get off watching yourself."

"She was right," I confessed. 

"Of course," Dasha replied. "You will undoubtedly have the same reaction from today. There is nothing wrong with a woman enjoying her sexuality. Speaking of which, I still owe you that flogging."

I'd almost forgotten. My mouth had been watering watching Dasha's strap-on bob back and forth hypnotically. She took a step back and stretched her arm and shoulder like an athlete preparing for competition. That should have worried me, but I trusted her not to permanently damage me.

"I'm going to go easy on you because I like you," she told me. "But this will still sting and you will have red marks for a while. Is that a problem?"

There was nobody outside this house that would see any marks when I went home so I answered honestly, "No Ma'am."

"Good. You are learning. Always be positive with your dominant. Even if you really don't want what is offered to you."

Then she walked behind me. I assume she didn't want me to know when the first lash was on its way. When it did connect with my back, I screamed. If that was going easy on me, I hated to think about what it would feel like if she really meant to hurt me.

"I don't mind if you scream, my dear," she told me. "In fact I kind of like it and you will not be disturbing anyone."

Permission or not, I screamed with every contact of the flogger. I simply couldn't help myself. I'd seen the red marks begin to form on Brittney and I knew my own body would be criss-crossed with them as well. Dasha was very efficient about snapping the leather up and down my back, over my ass, around my thighs, across my shins and even over my breasts. That hurt the most. The one place she avoided was my pussy, although I am sure it was out of concern that she might break the dormant butterfly taped to my clit and not out of empathy to my pain threshold. 

By the time she finished I had to assume the only places on my body that would not be red was where the bondage tape had shielded my skin. I was breathing in short bursts as if I was giving birth trying to focus the pain away from my being. But within the nerve endings firing pain signals from all over my body, my arousal was returning. I was pleasing my dominant (even if she was just my domme for the day) and that was turning me on. When she finally stopped I assumed I'd earned a reward. She pushed a finger into my pussy to confirm what she already knew. I was ready to get fucked.

"I need to check on dinner again. I'll turn the butterfly on so you will not be lonely."

She turned the control back on the maddening vibrator. She then lowered the winch so my feet were flat on the ground (my arms were still stretched upward) so I could take a little weight off my wrists. I wondered if that meant she wasn't coming back for a while. I wondered if since I'd already taken my punishment if I could sneak an orgasm past her without getting caught. But since she had accurately identified the moment when I stopped needing to fight my body for control of my orgasm I figured I wouldn't get away with it. My skin was warm all over and it was a tougher fight to prevent myself from cumming, but fortunately she returned just a few minutes later. 

"I know dommes who would leave you here until you finally gave in and came. They would then open your back with a whip. But that's not how I do things. You've been a good girl. I know you want me to fuck you and that is what I intend to do. You may orgasm as much as you can for the next 15 minutes. My husband will be home by then and you will need to prepare to serve us dinner."

She didn't wait for any kind of response. She just walked back to the winch control. I realized it wasn't necessary for me to respond. She was going to fuck me whether I wanted her to do so or not and then I was expected to serve her husband after he got home. Well at least serve him dinner, but from what Brittney had told me about his affection for younger women, I had no doubt I'd be pleasuring him as well.

Dasha lowered my arms so they were a little lower than my shoulders. Then she walked behind me and put her hands on my hips and started pulling backward on me. 

"Come toward me and bend at your waist," she instructed. I found myself bent over at a 90 degree angle thrusting my ass out and with my arms stretched forward still attached to the chain. Dasha then started rubbing my ass.

"I can see why you were popular at the party. I'm surprised more guys didn't plunder this ass. Were you playing hard to get?"

"No Ma'am," I replied. "More like not sure what was going on and nervous. If you invite me to another party I'll be better."

"I'm sure you will. We do that about every three months. I hope your future master allows you to be a party favor. That would be fun."

Again she spoke of some mythical future dominant. I wanted her as my mistress. I had to figure out how to make that happen. I wiggled my ass as best I could to entice her into using her strap-on on me. It wasn't real, but I needed to get fucked and didn't care by what. 

Dasha rubbed the head of her strap-on against my labia. "Normally I would have you suck on this for a while to get it nice and slick. But we are short on time and your cunt is so wet I will have no problem getting this inside of you." She wasn't really talking to me just making an observation. I wiggled my ass some more. "Yes, Ma'am," I said. "Please fuck me." She put about the first two inches in and then stopped.

"Come on pet," she cooed. "You can do better than that. Tell me what a slut whore you are that you are begging to get a fake cock rammed up your snatch."

I'd overlooked when she used the word cunt. I'm not crazy about that word and the rest of what she wanted me to say wasn't much better. But I knew I had to do as she said if I wanted my pleasure. Plus I knew it was rule number two to take pride in bringing pleasure to my superior so I begged like my life depended on it. And she rewarded me by filling my pussy full of her dick.

After everything that happened that afternoon the feeling of being fucked, even if it was a strap-on, felt normal. At least as normal as could be. The bondage tape was very effective at squeezing my ass cheeks together since I couldn't move my legs. That made Dasha's dildo seem even bigger. I wish she could have felt something because I'm sure I was gripping the phallus and giving her a good ride. She paused long enough to turn the butterfly back on and I was off like a rocket. Almost immediately I begged for permission to cum. I know she had said I could orgasm for the next 15 minutes, but I wanted to be sure. I also figured she would be happy if I asked. Having been assured that I could climax as much as I could, my body released its pent up sexual frustration in a howling, shuddering climax. 

Before I calmed down another major orgasm trashed my body and mind. My early screams of pain were replaced by shouts of joy and praise to God. Peter appeared in the doorway, looking as dashing as I remember, and praised his wife's skills. I looked at him and begged for his cock, either in my mouth, pussy or ass. I wasn't particular.

He smiled but said, "Not now. Maybe later." Then he reminded Dasha of an interview they had in an hour. She thankfully didn't break her cadence of destroying my pussy, but she did say, "Damn, is that tonight?" He told her it was, displaying sympathy to her desire "to play with me all night" but that work had to intrude.

"OK," she finally agreed. "Dinner is almost ready. Give me time to have this slut clean my cock and I'll get her dressed for dinner."

Sucking her strap-on was a new experience. I had not quite had 15 minutes of pleasure, but at least I did cum a couple of times. And they were good orgasms too. As she unwrapped the bondage tape, I imagined their interview was a stud and maybe Peter would share me with him. Dasha didn't seem too concerned and told me to head up to the bedroom where I had my private party and to put on the outfit I found.

I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise that the same maid's outfits from the party were waiting for me. Peter and Dasha apparently had a thing for French maids. The high heels seemed higher than at the party though. I suppose since I was not going to be running around as much as the girls did at the party they figured I could handle the heels. I don't wear heels too often, although I do like how they tone my legs and tighten up my ass. Dasha seemed to have a thing for my ass so I'm sure that is why she picked these shoes. I'm sure Peter wouldn't mind either.

I teetered my way back down to the dinning room. Peter was sitting down. He told me Dasha was in the kitchen. I said, "Thank you, Sir." I think he liked my respectful tone.

Dasha told me to get in the inspection pose when I walked into the kitchen. I quickly put my arms above my head and spread my legs just like she had shown me earlier in the day. Dasha made sure my uniform fit properly and that I was showing enough thigh and breasts. She explained my job was to serve dinner, including wine, salad and entrée. If I wasn't serving I was to stand next to either her or Peter (depending on whom I last served) and await instructions. Also when their guest arrived I was to open the front door and escort them to the family room. Dasha looked at her watch. "They will probably be here before we are done eating, so return to the dining room after you seat them," she instructed me. I nodded. They were pretty simple instructions.

Serving the meal was pretty simple as well. They were not trying to do anything to trip me up or nitpick my service in an effort to chastise me. By the time I had all the food on the table and the wine poured I wondered how much longer I would have to wait before attending to their guest. I was still hoping he was a stud with a big dick that I would be ordered to service. I was standing next to Peter, patiently waiting, when I felt his hand sliding up my leg and then between my thighs. 

While it was hardly a surprise, it did catch me off guard and I took in a noticeably loud breath. But I held my ground and stood still. When I felt his fingers reach the front of my panties I knew he would find them soaked. This little dress-up game of Dasha's was very exciting. I also knew from Brittney that Peter had, "the best dick in the world" and I was looking forward to finding out for myself.

"This rental slut is either very excited or she pissed herself," Peter told his wife. Then he pulled his fingers out from under my short skirt and brought them to his nose. "Nope, not piss."

"Jenni, remove your panties so Sir can finger you," Dasha commanded. 

"Yes man," I replied. "Right away Ma'am."

The panties that went with the outfit were little frilly things that really didn't provide any cover anyway. Plus I wanted his fingers in my pussy. Really I wanted something else there but I was good with just getting a finger or two for now.

"Damn, honey," Peter exclaimed as if surprised. "She's tight."

Dasha didn't reply. She just kept eating as if having her husband finger another woman in front of her was the most natural thing in the world. He gave me a few strokes with his finger and then told me to "ride it." He held his hand still and I began to squat down impaling myself on his invading digit. I was luxuriating in the kinkiness of the situation when the doorbell rang. "Damn," I thought. "Always when I am enjoying myself."

I stood up and Peter was kind enough to withdraw his now glistening finger. He held it up and I gave it a quick lick before heading toward the door as fast as my heels would allow. As I swung the door back my fantasy of some gorgeous hunk invited over to fuck me was dashed. In its place, a young girl who looked like she must be in her mid teens was standing there waiting. She was wearing a short blue skirt, a white blouse (she must not have had on a bra because her nipples were very prominent) and gym shoes.

"Hi," she said seeming friendly. "I'm here for an interview with Peter."

"Come in," I told her. "I've been told to show you to the family room. Peter and Dasha are finishing up dinner.

"Great," she replied.

I could feel her eyes on me as I walked in front of her. Once I showed her to the couch (yes the same couch I'd seen Brittney and her mom fuck on) I said, "if you don't mind me asking, what are you interviewing for?" It probably was inappropriate, as it didn't matter why she was there. She told me she was auditioning for a movie role.

In L.A. that could mean just about anything, but given what I knew about Peter's business that meant she wanted to do porn. That also meant she had to be at least 18. I was floored at how young she looked now that I knew she must be of legal age. "She can't be," I thought to myself. But I knew Peter wouldn't make the mistake of filming a minor. I excused myself to "finish up with dinner" and told her to "wait here and he will be right with you."

When I returned to the dining room Peter and Dasha were just finishing up.

"She's a cutie, isn't she?" Peter asked me. I replied, "Yes, sir, but is she really 18?"

"She's 20 actually, but you would never know it to look at her. She's going to be a star and make me a lot of money."

Then Dasha chimed in. "Peter, I really don't feel like a long audition tonight. Why don't we have Jenni fluff her so we can wrap up early?"

I didn't know what "fluff" meant but Peter seemed to think it was a good idea.

"Go back to her and start eating her pussy. Don't let her cum. I want to video that in HD. But get her close."

I nodded that I understood and headed back to the family room. The young girl was still sitting on the sex couch. She was looking around the room. I guessed she was nervous. I know I would have been if I was in her shoes. Heck, I was nervous just knowing I had to follow Dasha's orders with her. I walked in front of the couch and looked down at the girl. Her face was innocent. Almost angelic. "Is he ready for me?" she asked. "Almost," I replied. "They want me to get you ready."

She started to stand up but I held out my hand, palm facing her, to indicated she should remain seated. She looked a little confused. I couldn't see the look on her face when I dropped to my knees and put my hands on her thighs, pushing her legs open. I don't think I wanted to see her reaction. I didn't want to do this and I really didn't want to know if she didn't want me to do this either. Right before my head went under her skirt I heard her say, "What are you doing?"

She knew exactly what I was doing. I soon discovered that her missing bra was not the only undergarment she chose to forgo for her interview. Her pussy was also wet before my tongue found its way. Her nectar was already flowing. I didn't think much fluffing was going to be necessary for Peter to get the test video he wanted. I expected the girl to grab my head but she didn't. Maybe she was playing with those pointy nipples I saw earlier. I started teasing her clit and got the reaction I was expecting. I was going to have to be careful not to bring her over the edge if Dasha and Peter didn't get in here soon. 

Fortunately, Dasha did arrive. She greeted the girl by name and thanked her for coming over. Then I felt her lift my skirt.

"Did this slut show you how pink her rear end is?" Dasha asked the girl.

I got a little shot of pussy juice in my mouth as the girl heard the question and saw my ass. "No, she didn't," replied the girl. "I was wondering about the welts though on her legs and back."

"She was a bad girl. She came without permission," Dasha replied. "Peter should be finished setting up in a minute. We're going to take a test video of you masturbating, then eating pussy, sucking cock and finally being fucked. How does that sound."

The girl said it sounded fine. She was getting juicier if that was possible. I gave her clit a good hard suck. I hoped I would be the one she got to eat for her screen test so I wanted her to remember that I gave her pleasure. Then I heard Peter's voice from across the room saying that he was ready.

"Just a minute," I heard Dasha say. Then I felt her finger slide into my pussy. Again she addressed the girl. "This one is very submissive. She's just learning how to please a woman. But she is definitely getting off being between your legs. Is she doing a good job for you?" Although I was now distracted by Dasha's finger, I was thankful the girl answered positively about my efforts. Dasha continued. "Sometimes it is tough to masturbate on camera, especially the first time. That's why we start with it, to test your abilities to connect with the audience. Jenni was sexy as hell cumming on camera for the first time. If you need her to help, she will demonstrate for you.

I was not surprised that the girl thought that was a good idea. Actually, so did I. Dasha told me to get up and Peter waved the girl over to follow him down the hallway. A began to follow, but Dasha grabbed my arm.

"You have done very well today," she told me. "But now it is time to work. If the girl wants to watch you masturbate I'll let you do that. I want a nice, loud orgasm out of you. I don't care if it is real or fake, but I need to get this screen test done quickly. I have other good friends coming over tonight and both of you need to be gone before they arrive. When I tell you to go, you go. No arguments. Our playtime is done. If I need you again, Brittney will contact you. Understand?"

I did understand. I was not happy about being dismissed so casually, but I understood. "Yes, Ma'am," I told her. I then followed Dasha into the bedroom where I had been defiled at the party. The girl was already sitting back on the bed with her fingers busily diddling herself. Peter had two cameras setup at the foot of the bed. I looked around and figured where the camera had been for my adventure in this room.

It was obvious the girl did not need my help to inspire her performance. That bummed me out as I was looking forward to another orgasm. Dasha whispered in my ear that if I wanted to be the, "stunt pussy" for the girl's screen she would let me, but that I had to sign a waver as this video would be released if the girl became a star. I thought about it for a moment and then declined. I couldn't appear in a porno and keep my job. Somebody who knew me would eventually find the video online.

Dasha whispered that she understood. She then took my hand and led me back to the hallway. With the sound of the girl shrieking and moaning behind us, Dasha pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me aggressively. She grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head. She then used one hand to pinch both my wrists to the wall. I knew I could have escaped easily, but I didn't want to. She then began to finger me again, this time using her thumb on my clit.




Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 03



After my adventure with Brittney's Master and Mistress, I tried my hardest to work on my student evaluations. But it was tough. My mind was elsewhere. Oh how I wished Dasha and Peter would have accepted me as their submissive. My body still craved to be used by a strong dominant. I watched the DVD Brittney made of me over and over and masturbated to visions of my time back at the house. I even filmed myself playing with myself much like Brittney had done, although my self-professed begging to be taken seemed hollow when I watched the video. Since nobody else was in the room it seemed silly to beg to a mythical Master. I needed to find someone to serve and although Dasha told me I would find someone, I didn't know how. Maybe at their next party I would have opportunity to hook up with someone, but I really didn't know where I would run across someone who could make me cum as hard as they did.

The students were off the next Thursday and Friday for the parent teacher conferences. I both loved and loathed these meetings. Some parents were invested in their kids education and valued my feedback. Some thought their kids could do no wrong and were defensive about any criticism. And some were just there because they thought they had to show up. With 30 kids in my class it was a long two days and evenings. Each parent(s) were allotted 30 minutes, but by the end of the day we were always running behind so I had to try to cut some of the evaluations short to stay on schedule. It was exhausting. The one benefit is I get to dress more casual than when I teach so I was wearing blue jeans and a simple blouse.

Thursday was fairly routine; although I was a bit tired by the time 5pm and my dinner break rolled around. I had 6:00pm, 6:30 and 7:00pm meetings scheduled, then I could go home and crash. All the teachers in the lounge seemed worn out as we took our break. We did our usual bitch and moan about hating these conferences and ate our not so great reheated catered dinner the school board provided. At 5:45 I headed back to my office for a couple of minutes of solitude before my next conference. As I walked down the hall, I noticed a couple sitting on the hallway bench across from my office. "Great, they are here early," I said to myself sarcastically. As I got closer, I noticed they were quite attractive. I also knew I had seen them somewhere but I couldn't quite place where. I shook my head to clear my mind. "I'll be right with you," I told them. Then I walked into the office and shut my door. Checking my calendar I saw that they were the parents of a student named Thomas. He was a big kid. He definitely looked older than his 18 years would suggest.

I sat at my desk trying to remember where I knew them. This was my first conference with this class of students so I must have met them somewhere outside of school. It was kind of driving me nuts. Maybe I was mistaken. They had not acted like they knew me so I must be thinking about someone else. 10 minutes early I got up and opened the door. "Come on in," I said with a wave. 

I hurried back to my chair and sat down before they could stand up and enter my office. As a result, I got a good look at them as they walked in. Both were dressed formally for a parent/teacher conference. Maybe they were going out after our meeting, which is why they chose this time. She had on a black cocktail dress, which was definitely not off the rack. She also had black stockings and her heels were at least 4 inches high. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She looked both stern and sexy at the same time. He was dressed in a black suit with a white dress shirt and a power tie. He looked like an executive. Neither of them looked their age for having a high school senior in my class. As they sat my eyes were drawn to her legs as she crossed them. For a moment I was tongue-tied.

"Welcome," I finally said. "Thank you for taking the time to come tonight and discuss Thomas. My name is Jenni." I held out my hand. 

He took my hand and gave me a firm handshake. "My name is Robert," he said. I noticed an authoritarian timbre to his voice. "This is my wife Carol." I dropped his hand and moved to shake hers. Her grip was firm as well, but her skin was soft. She held my hand a little longer than necessary and when she released her grip she pulled her hand along my palm instead of just dropping it. I felt a tingle in both my hand and in my loins. That had never happened in one of these meetings before.

I was momentarily speechless, but I quickly recovered my composure. "I am Thomas' math teacher and also his assigned guidance counselor. Some people call us mentors. That is why I get to do his evaluation. I have reports from all his teachers to discuss. Mostly he is a good kid, but there are a few concerns we have."

Carol held up her hand to stop me. "Jenni, I'm sure everything in the reports are true. Thomas has some challenges. But we are working hard to get him the help he needs. But I want to talk about you."

"Want to talk about me?" I said quizzically. "No, this meeting is about Thomas. Do I know you?"

"Yes you do, although we may not have been formally introduced."

The plot thickened. I must have met them somewhere but still for the life of me I couldn't place them.

"The last time I saw you," she continued, "you were being fucked by my husband while that pretty little tongue of yours was buried in my pussy."

Obviously the look of shock on my face was plain to see. Suddenly I did remember them from the party. I'd been standing with them watching Brittney and her mom on the couch. I didn't know their names, though, and I certainly didn't know they were the parents of one of my students. Then I thought back and remembered Brittney had blindfolded me and I never saw the three people who had sex with me. Thinking back to the DVD, the body types in the video certainly were consistent with Carol and Robert. It could really be them. They certainly knew about the party so at a minimum I was sure they knew about what I had done. I could feel the power in the conversation switch sides of the desk.

"As I was saying," Carol spoke again. "The last time I saw you, you had attempted to please me. But you were clearly inexperienced. Dasha tells me you are much better now, having received some instruction and practice. I want you to crawl over here and show me how much you have learned."

She pointed at the floor in front of her chair. My mind was screaming, "No!" but my body was craving, "Yes!" My body knew it needed this even if my mind, although I'd been dreaming about this moment, was playing catch up. I felt myself dropping to the floor. I felt like a complete slut crawling around my desk. I couldn't bring myself to look up. My eyes were focused on the floor. Soon enough I was focused on her stilettos.

"Look up," she commanded. My eyes followed her silk covered legs. I watched as she uncrossed her legs. With her legs spread obscenely wide I could see that she wasn't wearing panties and even in the poor lighting I could see her pussy was glistening. She obviously had been thinking about this moment.

"Now let's see what you have learned. Eat mommy's pussy, little girl and do it well."

I didn't like being called little girl and certainly didn't think she was my mommy, but like the submissive slut I am, I pressed my face between her thighs under her dress. She was very pungent. She definitely had been anticipating my tongue on her soft folds.

I heard, rather than saw, Richard get up and walk over to my desk. "So let's see what Thomas has been up to," he said. With my face plastered to her pussy I was unable to have a discussion with him about his son. Carol seemed disinterested in what he was saying and chose to tell me how she wanted to be pleasured instead.

Dasha tells me you are looking for a Mistress. Is that true?" she asked. I said, "Yes mam," as well as I could without losing contract with her wonderful pussy. "We may be in the market for a sweet young servant girl," she continued. At first my heart lept, but then I remembered they were parents of one of my students. I pull my head out from under her dress. My face was glistening with her juices.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that," I said apologetically. "Your son is my student."

I felt a stinging slap on my butt. "Get back to work teach," Richard scolded me. I quickly got back between her thighs. "Thomas doesn't need to know. He's gone with his friends a lot and we can always play at your place."

That sounded like a scary arrangement, but the sounds of pleasure coming from Carol were music to my ears. I must be doing something right. "Yes," she said mixed with a throaty moan. "We'll come over to your place. Use you for our pleasure and go home. No emotional attachment, just wild and kinky sex."

I was concentrating on doing a good job giving her gratification and a few minutes later I was rewarded with her cumming on my face. She tasted as nice as I remembered. "Get up and bend over your desk," she commanded. It was like a dream come true as I bent over. Richard was unzipping his pants presented a thick tasty cock for me to suck. Carol was busy pulling down my pants and panties to my knees. She then began to finger fuck me. Needless to say her finger found little resistance. I'd read stories about teachers put in situations like this on erotic story sites but I'd always considered them pure fantasy. But now here I was with both ends used as I submitted to my student's parents. Of course Richard wasn't content with a simple blowjob. Once he was rock hard he walked around my desk and slid into my pussy. Carol took his place in front of me. She questioned my desire to be their sub as her husband fucked me. I was babbling incoherently for the most part. His cock felt so good and both of them were clearly dominant just like Peter and Dasha. Could I really become a slavegirl to the parents of a student? That was such a decadent thought. Keeping that a secret would be next to impossible. But their son was going to graduate this year so maybe it was possible. I moaned as his thick cock bottomed out in my pussy. If I could get fucked like this on a regular basis maybe it was worth the risk.

Richard wasn't satisfied with just having my pussy. I knew he had fucked me there at the party, but somebody else had taken my ass. But he probably watched or at least talked to people about my backdoor and it was clear that was where his cock was headed next. He spanked my ass and told me to, "relax that ass." He didn't add any lube, but his dick was pretty slick with my pussy juice. Still he struggled a bit, mostly because of the width of his cock, to get past my o-ring. I was trying to relax and let him in. It wasn't that I was resisting, but a little lube would have been helpful and the fact that I was splayed across my desk and another student's parents were due for their conference didn't help matters.

Finally he was in enough to start plowing me. He wasn't getting full penetration, but he was getting enough to get himself off which pleased me. I'd have to wait for another deep anal exploration, but as I said we were on a time crunch so I was happy to feel him blast off in my ass. He held his cock still as 7 or 8 good shots sprung from his dick. He held myself tight against me until his cock started to deflate. He then told his wife to "hand me the plug." 

She produced a tapered butt plug from her purse. It was a little wider than him and I grunted when he pushed it into me without ceremony. He then slapped my ass again. "You keep that in for your last couple of reviews. Don't take it out until you get home.

"Yes, sir," I replied meekly.

"Peter said you had potential as a sub. If you want us to be your Master and Mistress, send us an email by midnight tonight. Convince us that you are worthy to serve us."

"Yes, sir," I replied again. He handed me a business card with his email address on it.

I heard a knock at my door as I was gingerly getting off my desk.

"I'm running a couple of minutes behind," I called out. "I'll be right with you."

I then looked at Carol and Richard with a smile. Richard had not tucked his softening cock back in his pants yet. "Clean me," was all he said. I really couldn't think of anything more foul than taking his cock in my mouth right after he had fucked my ass, but of course I did it. Nasty sluts don't get to pick and choose what orders they follow. After about a minute he stepped back and tucked his cock away. He and his wife then exited leaving me to try and look normal with my ass plugged trapping a big load of his seed and having a face coated in his wife's pussy juice. 

Throughout the last two reviews of the day I could smell her on my face and taste my ass on my lips. It was very distracting. I had a flash flood in my pussy from being used and then left in a state of deep arousal with no satisfaction. I hoped the other two sets of parents didn't realize something was wrong. I bolted from the school as soon as I could and went straight home. 

Even during the last two reviews all I could think about was what I could say to convince Carol and Richard that I would be a good submissive for them. I wasn't particularly thinking of the giant plug in my ass. That was feeling like second nature and a gift from them I should treasure. When I got home I stripped out of my clothes. At first I was going to pull out the plug and then take a shower, but I decided to work on the email first. I wanted to still have her flavor on my face, even if they couldn't tell that in an email.

You would think it would be easy to write an email pledging your body and soul to another couple for their kinky desires, but it wasn't. Oh, it wasn't hard for me to tell them I was willing to be their playtoy, but it was difficult for me to think of the right words that would convince them I was the right sub for them. Then it hit me. Video would be much more convincing that my words. Now I just had to think of something to tickle their interest and prove I was worthy of their attention.

I decided to email them my first draft talking about how honored I would be to serve them and how I would do anything to make them proud of me. I thought I made a good plea to justify them taking me into their service. But then I added that I would like to show them in a more convincing way how serious I was and asked if we could do a video chat. I wasn't nervous until I hit send. Then I realized there was no turning back.

They did not answer right away. I imagined they would be sitting in front of the computer waiting for my message, but I guess that wasn't realistic. They had given me a midnight deadline, but they could check the timestamp in the morning to see if I had complied. There was no reason for them to be checking before then. I was disappointed. I was about to pull the plug out of my ass (something I had planned to do on the video chat) when I had a moment of clarity. Yes, they may not answer tonight, but I had to be prepared if they did. I left the plug alone and stayed in front of the computer waiting for their reply.

As usual when I was in front of the computer these days my mind wandered. The load of cum in my ass didn't hurt either as my thoughts turned sexual. Soon I was reading erotic stories, watching dirty videos and masturbating like crazy. I quickly felt desperate to have an orgasm, but I knew that was against the rules. Then I had an idea of how to show them just how serious I was at serving them. 

I took my laptop and put it on top of my bed. I set my webcam to record to file and I started to make my case to become their sub. Basically I masturbated for them while pleading for their permission to cum. I was fucking myself and pinching my nipples while through my moans I pleaded to be allowed to serve them. I told them I knew my pleasure was only allowed after I pleased them and that I understood my place in life was to bring them happiness. "Please Robert, please Carol," I begged. "My pussy is so wet and I need to cum so hard. You've done this to me. I only want to please you. You may punish me when I disobey. I'll do anything you ask. I'll suck Robert's cock. I'll let him fuck my ass. I'll eat Carol's pussy. I'll fuck your friends. I'll do anything. Just please let me cum!"

I continued to fuck myself with my dildo. Needless to say it was a great struggle not to orgasm. I decided to flip myself over onto my knees so my face would be nearer the camera and my mouth would be nearer the microphone. 

"I'm on my knees for you," I pleaded. "I know you like fucking me like a dog. My ass is still full of your cum. I've saved it. I want more. I'm going to prove I'm a good slut for you. I'm going to pull the plug and fuck my ass. I'm going to pretend it's you. I don't know if I can prevent myself from cumming though. I'm going to lick your cum from my ass off my dildo and pretend it's your cock, Master." 

I'm sure the camera caught my eyes rolling back in my head as I pulled the plug out. I know I groaned as the lube had dried. But I didn't care about a little pain. I just knew this would get me in good with them. 

"Oh, Master," I said huskily. "I can feel your cum dripping from my ass. I need your cock to fill me up again." 

I quickly pushed my dildo up my ass with an audible sign of relief.

"Thank you Master," I told my audience. "Your cock feels so good. Mistress may I lick your pussy for you?" I looked at the webcam pleading with my eyes. I wanted to be sure I didn't leave my prospective Mistress out of the conversation although I wasn't sure how to demonstrate my need for her as much as I could show my need for him. What I did know was I had to get that dildo out of my ass quick or I would surely orgasm.

"Mistress, my I suck your husband's cock now?" I asked her almost expecting a reply. "You may punish me while I do. I know I've been a naughty girl. I need you to discipline me." 

As the words came out of my mouth I pulled the dildo out of my ass and started sucking it.

"Your cum tastes so good Master," I confessed. I really didn't even notice the taste of my own ass. I was in an alternate universe. I was out of control. With one hand holding the dildo as I sucked it off, my other had found its way underneath me and between my legs. I'd like to say I had the fortitude to keep from cumming, but of course I didn't. The moment my fingers touched my clit, it was all over. A wave of pleasure swept over my body. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was like a drug being released into my bloodstream. It was a pleasure drug and I craved more. I rubbed myself with more insistence and the pleasure waves continued. 

"I'm sorry Master," I cried out. "I'm sorry Mistress. Your needy slut can't control herself."

I didn't cry out that I was cumming. I didn't need to. They would be able to tell exactly what happened on the video. I collapsed onto the bed, my fingers still dancing on my clit and my body convulsing as my climax consumed me. At that moment I didn't care if my cumming without permission disqualified me from their service or if I was just earning a punishment. My body needed that release and was not going to deny me it whether my brain told it to or not. It was primal. It was instinct. I was consumed. I think I passed out.

I remember waking up not 100% sure of where I was or what I was doing. The dildo was still in my mouth and my wet hand was still beneath my body. I couldn't have been out that long. Then the memories came flooding back. I reached up and stop the webcam recording and dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I looked at the mirror. The reflection greeting me was not a woman I knew. "Well used whore," was the thought I had at the description. My hair was a mess and my face... well my face had a strange look of satisfaction.





Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 03



I started to warm my shower and used the toilet. As I let the warm water cascade over my body I thought back to my performance and whether I really wanted to sent the video to them. Doing so would seal my fate as a teacher. Eventually someone would see it that shouldn't. Either that or I would open myself up to perpetual blackmail. I'd have to do anything they said to keep my secret needs secret. I decided to delete the video. But no sooner had my brain made that decision, my body began to give its own reaction. My nipples began to stiffen and my pussy began to moisten as my body began to crave the treatment they could offer once again. Subconsciously my fingers found their way to my clit again and I began to stimulate myself in the shower. 

Once again I wasn't thinking. It was as if my body was overriding my mind's control. I ended up sitting on the shower floor holding the pulsating showerhead aiming it at my clit. I'd never done that before, but it sure felt good. With one hand on controlling the shower jets of stimulating water pulses, my other hand was once again free to pinch and then abuse my nipples. At first I was treating them to gentle rubs and then firmer pinches. But as my moans gave way to pleas to my virtual Mistress not to punish me for being unable to control my desires, I started to slap my own tits and squeeze my nipples until I cried out in pain.

You will not be surprised to learn I was unable to control that orgasm either. It wasn't as good as the one on my bed. But then again it would be hard to top that one. But it did wake my brain up that my body and sexual needs were in control not my mind. 

I reached up and turned the water off. I then sat in the shower for about a minute trying to catch my breath. I tried to think of anything that would override my need to submit right at that moment. I tried to think of anything that could convince my body to allow my mind some control of the situation. But I failed. I felt like even more of a slut than before as I crawled out of the shower, dripping wet, and on hands and knees like the submissive I was born to be, went straight to my laptop and sent the video to Richard and Carol. I then sat on the floor, naked, leaning against my bed. The deed was done. Now I had to wait. The next move was up to them.



Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 04



Eventually I got up and went to bed. I was disappointed they had not responded yet. I had vivid dreams of submitting to them and woke up with my hand in my panties. The first thing I did was check my email. There was still no response. I was crushed. I wanted to stay home all day and cry and eat ice cream. But I couldn't do that. I had another 12 reviews to do. Then it would be the weekend and I could stay home and feel sorry for myself. No, screw that. I was going out and find some stud to take me home and use me. Wait, no I'd find a couple. Even better.

I showered, got dressed and drove to school with rage in my heart. As it turned out, my anger may have been misdirected. As I always do I checked my mailbox first thing each morning. There was a small package for me. The school secretary said a courier delivered it earlier in the morning. She asked what it was but I blew her off and walked out of the office. I then hurried down to my office almost breaking into a run.

I opened the box with anticipation. There were three things in the box. First was a smaller box emblazoned with the words "remote control egg." There was a picture of an egg shaped vibrator with a wire leading to a control box. The second item was a UPS shipping label already filled out and prepaid. The address was for Richard and Carol's house. The third item was an envelope that I immediately tore open. It was a hand written note, obviously by Carol.

"Dearest Jenni," the note began. "We were very impressed with your video and would like to offer you a probationary position as our domestic servant girl. We require your services from 6pm tonight until 6pm Sunday. Do not worry; Thomas has already left on a camping trip with his friends since there are no classes today. They will not be back until late Sunday. We will use this time to get to know you and see if you meet our requirements. If you agree, you are to box up your undergarments and ship them to us. We will monitor the tracking number to see if accept our offer. You are also to wear the egg for the rest of the day. Set the control on random. If we see the shipping label used, we will send you further instructions later. If not, thank you for a wonderful time yesterday and at the party. We will not contact you again."

I read the letter twice. Clearly there was no way I wasn't going to see this weekend through. Especially since Thomas was out of the picture and I didn't have to worry about him. I looked around for a box, as I didn't think my bra would fit in the one they had used. Plus it would look suspicious in the office if I used the same one the courier had used.. Then I took my clothes off. Sure I could have removed my bra and put my shirt back on before taking off my panties. But I wanted to be naked in my office again. I stripped down to the buff, boxed up my underwear and even sat on my desk again the way they had ordered me to yesterday. I relived, at least for a minute, the thrill of submitting to them at the school as I slid the egg in and turned it on. Random setting jumped to life and then stopped. Then I heard the knock of my first review.

"Just a minute," I yelled as I scrambled to get dressed and hide both the boxes. 

I hoped I looked normal wearing my shirt with no bra. I also hoped they didn't notice the thin wire looping over the top of my jeans and into my pocket. I had no explanation for that. I also had no explanation why I jumped a bit when the egg suddenly turned on again for about 15 seconds. But fortunately the meeting was all business. I hurried them along (their student was good anyway) so I could go online and schedule UPS to pick up a box. I clicked "prepaid" and entered the tracking number. Then I walked the box down to the office and told them to expect a pickup. Again the secretary was curious so I told her I was just returning some online shopping. I hoped she didn't check the return address because that was obviously not true. Then I told her I had to hurry back to my office for the next appointment.

The morning went quickly and, except for the damn egg buzzing at the most inopportune moments, all my meetings went well. My pussy was wet and my clit was being stimulated from the inside by the egg and from the denim of my jeans on the outside. By noon I was looking forward to having an hour break from parents and also looking forward to getting my fingers down my pants. That's when the email came.

"We saw UPS is anticipating a pickup. That pleases us. After your last meeting, email us that you are leaving the school. When you arrive, remove your clothes and leave them in your car. Only then may you walk up to our door and ring the bell. Expect that you will be naked for the next 48 hours with few exceptions. You are to address us as Master Richard and Mistress Carol. We may have some guests Saturday. We expect you to be charming and attend to their needs as well. If you agree to our terms, strip off your clothes and send us a selfie of you on your desk. I'm sure the egg is doing its job so we expect to see your labia puffy and wet and your nipples hard. You may masturbate if you choose, but under no circumstances are you allowed to cum. We will determine when that is appropriate."

The email really told me everything and also nothing. They gave me specific orders, but apart from telling me I was to serve them for two days as well as serving their friends, I really didn't know what to expect for the weekend. But that didn't really matter. My limited clothes quickly found my chair. My pussy needed no encouragement. I took a total of three pictures. First was a wide angle shot of me smiling and showing how happy I was that they chose me. The second and third were close-ups of my pussy and nipples. I didn't dare masturbate. After 4 hours of teasing by the egg, I don't think I could have kept from cumming if I touched my swollen clit.

The afternoon meetings were unbearable. They crept by and my mind was focused more on the wet spot on the front of my jeans and the buzzing of the egg than on the students and their parents' concerns. In every meeting I pictured the parents hearing the egg, realizing I was submissive and ordering me to strip and bend over the desk. In my mind some just wanted sex and the man would take me from behind while his wife would walk around the desk and make out with me. In the reviews where only the mom would show up I imagined her ordering me onto the floor between her legs to lick her while she told me what a good student her kid was and how I was being unfair in how I graded her/him. I was lost in an erotic fog thinking about the weekend to come.

Finally my last conference arrived. Both parents showed up and both were extremely attractive. Even if I had not discovered my new love of submission I would have gladly given myself to either of them. My pussy flooded with juice as I imagined myself between her legs while he took me from behind. I don't remember a word that was spoken between us, but as soon as they left I remember thinking if I even touched my clit I would explode. I hurried out of the school and to my car. Once inside the safety of my vehicle, I took three deep breaths trying to calm my nerves. It was now or never. I pulled out of the lot and headed toward the canyons.

I remembered thinking how just weeks before I had taken this same drive to Peter and Dasha's house as a party guest. I thought about how the events of that party had changed my life. How watching Brittney and her mom submit, get punished and then have orgasms with the intensity I'd only dreamed about. Then I thought about how I'd practically begged Brittney to arrange my getting tied up and fucked. And how she betrayed me by videotaping my moment of weakness. But I couldn't be too mad at her. The smell of my arousal was becoming overpowering in my little car and the heat between my legs was ruling my actions.

The drive went by quickly as my arousal continued to build with each passing mile. (Although every time the egg turned on I briefly worried I'd run off the road) Soon I would be confirming my status as their sub. As I pulled onto their block I was overwhelmed with a sense of déjà vu. Only instead of parking on the street like I had done last time, I pulled into Richard and Carol's driveway. I stopped to take another three deep breaths. Then I did as I was ordered and began to strip out of my clothes. Since I had already lost my bra and panties, taking off my blouse and sitting topless in the car was easy. My pants proved to be a bigger challenge so I decided to get out of the car and stand up. Luckily their driveway was at least somewhat private. I could see Peter and Dasha's house and their driveway, but couldn't really see any of the other neighbors. I quickly took off my pants and tossed them in my car along with my shoes. I was now naked and holding only my car keys and the egg's remote. Before I could have any thoughts that I was crazy for acting this way, I walked triumphantly to the front door. Except for it being a struggle to hold the egg inside me because I was so wet, the stroll to the door was uneventful. There was a note on it for me.

"In the mailbox you will find several items. Put them on and return to the door. You have two minutes."

I looked around for their mailbox. I didn't see it at first. Then I noticed it was at the end of the driveway along the street. "Damn," I thought. "Anybody on the street could see me there."

But of course I wasn't about to quit then. I'm sure this was just another test and it was one I was determined to pass. I sprinted down the driveway to the mailbox. I paused to look up the street, but saw no moving cars. I couldn't tell if anybody was looking at me from the other houses. Then I gave my attention to the mailbox itself. I wasn't entirely surprised by the contents. There were 6 items. First was a pair of high heel pumps. Pulling those out I found a jumble of other things. Removing them one by one I found a leather collar, a red ball gag, a pair of nipple clamps, two foam earplugs and finally a leather blindfold. There was also another note.

"Put on everything except the blindfold while standing at the mailbox. Then return to the door. Put the blindfold on, ring the bell and then stand with your legs spread apart and your hands behind your head. Don't let the egg fall out. We are monitoring your progress."

Like I said, none of the items were particularly surprising, although putting them on at the end of the driveway was more than a little disconcerting. But if anybody was watching me, they probably would be surprised when a naked woman put on a collar so I started with that. I have to admit it felt good around my neck. I wasn't too sure about wanting to put on the nipple clamps. They were connected by a small chain, which had been threaded through the D-ring on the collar. It was loose, but also obvious that I was to leave it through the ring. The chain was also short meaning I had to lift my boob a bit to reach the clamp. Just looking at it I could tell this was going to hurt. It was going to tug my nipples upward. Not an unpleasant activity when a lover was doing it, but I knew from Peter and Dasha's party that pleasure was not what this toy was designed to bring the wearer. At least they appeared adjustable so I could only use the minimum amount of pressure to keep them on. 

The ball gag was easier to put on. It didn't hurt, although I imagined my jaw would get sore if they made me wear it too long. Of course I couldn't pleasure them orally either while wearing it so I assumed its use would be short lived. I'd worn foam earplugs at concerts before so I knew how to roll them into a cylinder and slip them into my ears. I'd never done it with clamps on, however, and when I stretched my arm to insert the first one, the motion pulled my nipple clamp. Damn that hurt. I realized I had not even pulled the chain very far but still the pain stunned me. I realized I was going to have to be careful when I raised my arms.

I grabbed the blindfold and slipped on the shoes. They fit perfectly. I was now standing at the end of their driveway looking the part of their slave girl. And that was exactly how I felt. 

The heels kept me from moving too quickly back toward the door. But I didn't care. I wanted to own who I was becoming. I knew they were watching and I strutted purposely toward the front door. Once there I slipped the blindfold over my head and onto my forehead. I then took one final deep breath, pressed the doorbell and slid the blindfold over my eyes. I was now sightless and sound restricted. The earplugs still allowed some sound although, but they cut it significantly. I didn't hear the door open, for example, but did hear Carol greeting me. Her voice must have been the correct frequency to get through the foam.

"Welcome Jeni to your new life," she said. "After this weekend, vanilla sex will not interest you and your desire to serve will consume your every thought."

"Yes, mam," I weakly replied.

I felt her take my hand as she led me into the house. I knew from the outside the house was large and we made a couple of turns before we reached a staircase. Carol stopped and put my hand on the rail.

"We are going downstairs," she told me. "Take your time and be careful."

I appreciated that she was being cautious with me. Without the aid of sight the stairs were a bit of a challenge, but the banister helped and I made it downstairs without incident. Carol took my hand again and led me forward.

"So how badly did you want to cum all afternoon, pet," she asked me.

I couldn't respond to her with the gag in my mouth. I wanted to say "I was desperate, Mistress, but I was a good girl. You said not to so I didn't. But it was hard." I wanted to say but all I could do was nod my head. I hope she understood.

"Your video pleased us so we are going to let you cum soon. As for the rest of the weekend, you'll have to earn any additional climaxes."

Again I nodded my head.

"Although we have the wonderful video from the party, we want to be sure we have evidence that anything that happens this weekend is voluntary."

I sensed her moving in front of me. Then I felt her well-manicured finger sliding over my slick pussy lips. I rocked my hips forward trying to force her finger inside of me.

"Very presumptuous aren't we little one?" she questioned. Again I nodded and stopped trying to get her finger inside of me. I assumed I'd just earned a punishment of some kind.

"As I was saying," she went back to explaining the way things were going to be to me, "your video from the party turned out so well, we're going to make another one right now. Your little attempt to get my fingers in that tight little pussy of yours was already immortalized." 

I then felt her hands on my shoulders turning me. I assume she was making me face the camera. She then removed the ball gag. I opened and shut my mouth a couple of times to stretch my jaw muscles.

"Now tell our audience who you are," she commanded.

"My name is Jenni," I replied.

"And what do you do and where do you work?" she continued.

Methodically Mistress Carol undid me. She made me admit where I worked and what I taught before she moved on to the peculiarities of my sex life. She rubbed my clit on camera driving me crazy. I confessed every dirty thought I ever had as well as recapping all the things I'd ever done for her and Richard just to keep her teasing me with the hope of a future climax. Whenever she asked something I didn't want to admit, she would stop touching me and I would moan in frustration of being left hanging on the edge. She made me beg to be allowed to orgasm telling me that a climax was a great gift given to a submissive. She made me pledge all my holes to her and Thomas. She made me promise to lick her cunt whenever she commanded. I don't even remember all the things I pledged to do for her. I was so focused on her next touch of my body, I would have said anything to her if I thought she would let me cum.

Although she didn't ask me directly if I was voluntarily submitting to them, I think it was fairly obvious from my behavior that I was. Having her tease my overheated body while I confessed was both humiliating and exhilarating. When she ran out of questions to ask me, she told me it was time for my reward. Needless to say I was more than a little worried what my reward might include, but she had promised me an orgasm so I was more than willing to do anything she said right then.

I heard her moving a piece of furniture and then felt something press against my thigh. It felt like leather and something that also felt like leather hit my knee.

"This is a special toy I designed. You'll get to know it well," she told me. She then took my hand and placed it on the device. At first I couldn't picture what it was. I knew I had felt something like it, but it didn't ring a bell. As she slid my hand to the back I felt it rise up. 

"A saddle?" I asked more as a question than a statement.

"Yes," she said as she began to slide my hand back. "A very special saddle."

I felt my hand did something hard and upright. She then forced my hand around it. Immediately I knew there was a dildo mounted on the saddle.

"I know you don't need any lubricant on the dildo," she began again. "Your pussy is dipping and you could slide right down that fake cock. But our audience will like a demonstration of your oral skills, so give it a nice blowjob before I have you fuck it."

I would like you to think I resisted that command. I'd like you to think I still had some semblance of being a good girl left. But I didn't and I don't. Mistress Carol helped me get my head into position. I have not sucked as much cock as Brittney, but I'm sure through the camera lens I looked fine. How could I not look hot with the blindfold, collar and nipple clamps? I gave the dildo a good sucking and even nibbled the tip figuring anyone watching would appreciate that. After a few minutes, Mistress told me that it was time for my reward. I felt her fingers finally pull the egg out of my pussy. I had developed a love hate relationship with it, but at the moment, I was glad to see it go. She said I was to "climb on that cock and ride it like the slut I was."

Well, I didn't consider myself a slut, but I wasn't going to skip an opportunity to get my pussy stuffed. I felt Mistress' hand on my foot and she guided me into a stirrup. 

"Just swing your leg over and I'll get you into the other stirrup. I did as I was told, although it was tough to hold myself until she grabbed my foot and got it into position. I was now standing while straddling the saddle with just a bit of knee bend. The stirrups seemed high to me; almost as if they were positioned for a jockey. I could tell it was a western saddle though because my hands had a firm grip on the horn at the forward-most side.

"OK, Jenni," Mistress said with joy. "Time to ride the pony."

I was already bending my knees and trying to impale myself on the dildo before I said, "Yes, mam."

I was as stuffed as I had been by Master Richard at the party and both encounters were preserved for later viewing. But this one was definitely more exciting. Even though I was bound last time, which was a new and exciting experience, I wasn't really in control. I was fucked in both my holes and sucked a pussy, but I didn't have a choice. This time I did. I had no illusion that I would soon be bound or that I would be sucking Mistress' pussy again, but at that moment, I was making the choice to fuck the dildo. Last time I didn't know about the video camera. This time I knew I was being recorded and I wanted to make a good show of it.

As soon as I bottomed out on the dildo I felt the first pangs of an orgasm begin. I knew I wouldn't last long riding it. I began to bounce up and down. Each time I hit the saddle my clit took a direct hit from the curved upward slope leading to the horn. It felt so good. In my mind I wasn't fucking a dildo on a saddle. I was riding one of Peter's porn studs. He could last as long as I needed, although, as I said, that wasn't going to be too long tonight.




Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 04



I was lost in the moment, but when I finally heard Mistress' voice again I assumed she was going to tell me to stop. But she didn't. She encouraged me.

"Show the world you are our slut-slave, teacher Jenni," she exclaimed.

"Why did she have to mention again that I am a teacher," I thought. But it was a fleeting contemplation. The dildo and saddle horn felt too good to worry about minor details.

"Cum for me little girl," Mistress said in an almost taunting tone. "When you cum you will really be ours and the whole world will know."

I hoped she was lying about the whole world knowing, but I couldn't stop even if she had ordered it. I was too aroused and too far-gone mentally for rational thought. I dropped my entire weight onto the dildo and humped the front of the saddle horn. I moaned loudly. I leaned forward to maximize my clitoral stimulation and began fucking the dildo again. The short stirrup length made sure I could get good leverage as I pounded myself up and down, rubbing my clit deliciously each time and I'm sure coating the saddle with my female essence. By now, there was no way to stop the inevitable. I was going to cum and I was going to cum hard. I knew my climax would be immortalized and any video could be used to further control me. But I didn't care. I was lost in lust and the consequences of my actions were of little concern.

"Please Mistress, may I cum," I shouted out. There was no immediate answer so I repeated myself, begging like the out of control slut I had become. Over and over, with variations but always on the theme of her allowing me to climax I begged. I'm sure it pleasured her that I had ceded so much power to her. Finally she told me to cum and I began climaxing before she finished the sentence. 

My brain exploded as my orgasm overtook my entire body. Over 12 hours of teasing was released in a matter of moments as my body convulsed and shook. I was holding the saddle for dear life, but I didn't stop fucking it. Up and down I continued to slide on the dildo while I rubbed my clit raw on the horn. I was sure the video would be released to the world of the Internet, but I didn't care. If Mistress could make me cum that well, who needed a job? Or friends or an outside life? She could just keep me in her basement. I'd do anything I could to please her if she just made me cum every once in a while. My body and soul was consumed by both an amazing climax and the need to serve and please Mistress Carol. 

Finally as I started to calm down, she helped me from the saddle. My legs were unable to support me so she helped me down to the cold floor. I didn't care about the temperature. I was shredded. I was also happy and content.

"Lay there and rest for a few minutes, pet," she told me. "I will set up your next adventure and then later your Master will arrive and you can show your appreciation to him."

I wasn't worried a bit by what she meant by my next adventure. If it was anything like my last adventure I'm sure I would be happy about it. She wasn't gone too long. I felt her take my hand and help me into a standing position. She then walked me a few feet across the basement.

"Richard will want to do some initial impact play to judge your experience level and reaction to pain. We need to know this before we share you with our friends so you don't embarrass us."

"I would never embarrass you, Mistress," I told her. I felt upset that she wasn't sure I would be a good slave to them.

"I'm sure you wouldn't, little girl," she countered. "But we need to find your tolerance threshold. For tonight, your safeword is orange. If things get to intense, say orange and everything stops. Do you understand?"

"Yes mam," I replied.

"That's enough talking for now," she told me. I felt her reaching around my head and figured the ball gag would soon find its way home into my mouth. I had to laugh silently to myself thinking how could I say my safe word if I was gagged. It turns out Mistress didn't have the ball gag in mind this time. Instead, as she explained, she put a ring gag in my mouth. It kept my mouth stretched open, but as I ran my tongue over the intruder, I felt a metal ring that was open in the center prying my jaw open. Mistress told me they like to hear a woman's response to her punishment. She also told me to try to say "orange" so she would know what it sounded like if I needed to use it. To my sound restricted ears it sounded mumbled, but hopefully she knew what I meant.

I stood nervously waiting for her next move. It was a command to spread my legs. That is the kind of command I like to obey. I spread them about 3 feet apart and felt her buckling a cuff around both my ankles. Suddenly I couldn't shut my legs. She explained that was because a spreader bar was attached to the cuffs. That was another new experience for me. 

Next up were my wrists. They were also cuffed with a chain between them. When I pulled my arms apart I was limited to about six inches of travel. Mistress lifted my arms and hooked the chain on something because I couldn't lower my arms past about eye level. Needless to say that put pressure on the nipple clamp chain, but I was so relaxed from my orgasm that it didn't really bother me. Oh, I noticed the tug, but it had started to feel good.

I heard Mistress turning a crank of some kind and then felt my arms being drawn up above my head. Soon I was stretched tight, although not pulled beyond that point.

Mistress said there were two other preparations and then I would be ready for Master Richard. I heard her moving around again and then making some noise in front of me. Then I felt another dildo push against my labia.

"Allow me to explain," Mistress Carol began. "Your Master will not be home for a little while. I'm going upstairs to relax. That dildo you feel is attached to a fuck machine. Do you know what a fuck machine is?" 

I nodded.

"I can control it from upstairs. I'll be watching the feed from the camera. As you can tell, I've positioned it right on the edge of that delightful little pussy you have. If you choose, I'm sure a talented slut like yourself could get it inside of you. If you do, I may have mercy on you and turn it on. Or I may not. It depends on my mood. Of course, if you cum without permission, your punishment will be severe. Do you understand?"

I nodded again.

I then hear the crank and felt my arms pulling upward forcing me onto my tiptoes.

"One final thing," Mistress Carol said. "I want you to focus on your feelings."

I felt her slip a pair of heavy headphones over my head and over my ears. As soon as the pressed against my skull, the world went silent. I guessed that they were noise protection headphones like you see the guys at the airport wear because instantly all sound stopped. I knew those kind of headphones allowed some sound through, much like the foam inserts I was wearing, but the combination of the two was very effective to isolate me.

Did Mistress really go upstairs and leave me in this position? Was Master really not home or had he been watching silently from the beginning? How long were they going to keep me in this position? I could feel the dildo rubbing against my pussy as I rocked slowly on my toes. I knew Mistress was right. I could probably get it inside of me if I tried. Was it really part of a fuck machine? If it was, would she really turn it on? If she did, could I possibly hold out from cumming without permission? Alone, devoid of sight and sound, I thrust my hips forward as I asked myself again, "How the hell did I get here?"



Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 05



As I hung by my arms with the tip of the dildo grazing my pussy, I thought back to what brought me to this position. Growing up I was raised to be a "good girl" but as I matured sexually, I found being "bad" was so much more fun. In college I was pretty adventurous. It was easy to find willing partners to get into my pants, but as the notches on my bedpost grew, I became dissatisfied with the quality of the encounters. 

After graduation I quickly learned that discretion was the better part of valor when it came to hiding my wild nature within the school. When I did lapse that night at the bar and ended up dancing on a table showing a bit too much skin, I understood why the school had to fire me. I was fortunate to get another teaching job right away, but the principle made it absolutely clear that no repeat performances had better be forthcoming. I assured him those days were behind me, but I didn't count on the cravings my body was now experiencing.

In retrospect I suppose I was an easy picking for Brittney. At the time I just pictured her as the wild and free spirit I wanted to be. She seemed to be showing me ways to indulge my fantasy life without risking my teaching life. But as my mind struggled not to try and slide the dildo into my pussy in hopes that my Mistress would turn on the fuck machine, I understood Brittney had betrayed me and set me up. Why did she do that? What was in it for her? Did Richard and Carol pick me or did Brittney? I blamed her for my current predicament. There was video evidence of me getting double teamed at the party and now there was video evidence of me submitting to another woman. I'd never get a teaching job anywhere again if my secrets were revealed. I began to get angry.

But the longer I hung there trying to resist who I was, the wetter my pussy became and the stronger the craving to fuck myself rose to the surface. At first, I don't think I realized I was actively trying to rub the tip of the dildo along my slit. Before that any contact was almost accidental. It was tough to stay on my tiptoes without moving. As I was stewing in anger, I began to rock back and forth subconsciously and twangs of pleasure resulted. As my subconscious began to become more aroused and was clearly in control of my body, my conscious mind transitioned from anger to one of acceptance. Brittney may have betrayed my trust, but somehow she knew this is what I really needed. And while I never would have pictured myself submitting to a woman (I admit I'd been with some aggressive men and enjoyed the experience) I was ready to get fucked by her infernal machine. 

I lifted my head looking in the direction I assumed the camera was located. Granted in my deaf, dumb and blind position, I couldn't be sure, but I figured if she were watching, she would see me trying to signal her. At the same time, instead of just trying to rub my pussy on the head of the dildo, I attempted to pull my body higher (a great challenge) and position the tip inside my pussy.

I am sure I made a spectacle of myself struggling to get the dildo inside of me. I had no doubt my actions were recorded. But I didn't care anymore. Then I felt the tip move. It was moving upward. Then it stopped. The shaft was now rubbing against my clit as I rocked back and forth. Mistress must have moved it. At first I was mad that she had not just turned it on instead of moving it up an inch or so. Then I realized in its new position, I should be able to swing onto it. At first I was relieved, then I realized it was too high. Try as I might, I couldn't lift myself high enough to get it into my pussy. Not that I didn't try and not that I'm sure the video would be very humiliating.

I guess Mistress was in a playful mood because instead of lowering the dildo just a bit to let me capture it, she raised it more. Not that I minded the friction that was caused as the dildo rubbed against my clit. Of course she was demonstrating her complete control over me and I loved that aspect, even as I cursed her silently for not giving me what I wanted. As the dildo rose higher, I learned just how long it was and that made me want it inside of me even more. Finally it started going back down. Slowly at first, all the better to tease me with, and then I felt the tip again. But before I could attempt to capture it, it started rising again. This time faster. Then down again and then up again.

Mistress was obviously toying with me. She was showing me how fast or slow she could fuck me if she so desired. At full speed the dildo rubbing on my clit was getting me desperately close to getting off. In my mind, I started to thank her for not letting me actually ride it because I don't think I would have survived that setting without climaxing. Then it abruptly stopped. 

I hung there wondering what was next. I couldn't tell if anybody was in the basement or if Mistress was still just monitoring me from upstairs. Did the machine have a programmed pattern and it was done? Did Master Richard just come home and were he and Mistress Carol plotting some other diabolical way to use me? As I hung there, my body let me know that I needed more. My face was flush and I felt warmth spread to my extremities. I tried again to capture the dildo but it was way to high. I needed to be touched. I needed to feel Mistress' hands on my breasts or ass. Or better yet, I needed to feel them in my pussy. Or maybe Master was home and would feed me his cock. Oh how I longed to suck his cock again. And then have him fuck me. Maybe they would do me doggie style again and I could eat Mistress' pussy while he fucked me from behind like they had done at the party.

My mind was a blur with possibilities. The only thing I couldn't accept right then was if they did nothing. Fortunately that was not part of the plan. I felt the headphones being pulled off my head. Then the foam inserts were carefully removed. It's amazing how in tuned you become to the slightest noise once you have been deprived of hearing for so long. I was acutely aware that there were two sets of feet moving in the room. I could even discern that one person was walking with a heavier step. It must be Master Richard I reasoned. Then I felt a rough hand grab my right breast and squeeze. Normally I would have thought that contact to be painful, but in my hyper aroused and desperate for any contact state, it was pure bliss. Then I felt the chain holding my arms begin to lower a bit. I wasn't released, but I was lowered enough for my feet to be flat on the floor. That relieved the pressure on my arms to support myself, although they were still tight above my head.

I sensed him standing in front of me. Then I felt a finger sliding into my pussy. Of course it found no resistance. The finger curled up and tapped my g-spot while the thumb began to rub my clit. Then he spoke.

"You've done well today, pet," Master Richard told me. I squirmed on his finger showing my pleasure at being complimented and praying he would bring me off. I knew it would not take much if he desired it.

"I've enjoyed watching your performance," he continued. "I would like to fuck you, but you need to earn that."

I'm sure my body language displayed my displeasure.

"But that is not to say you can't get fucked tonight."

I perked up again.

"Carol is feeling especially randy tonight after playing with you. She wants my cock and as she is my wife, she is going to get it. We're going to lie on the floor in front of you and fuck like rabbits. You'll be able to listen and we'll even turn the machine on slow for you."

At first I was confused by what he meant but then I felt his finger pull out of my pussy and then felt the tip of the dildo touching my soft folds again. This time a hand directed the dildo inside of me. With the ring gag in my mouth I tried to say thank you, but I'm sure it was unintelligible. I did feel a little drool dripping out of my mouth as my body reacted to the anticipation. Then I felt the dildo slowly sliding upward. 

After all the build up, my body wanted nothing more than to be pounded by that fake cock. Sure I'd rather have had Richard's real dick, but since that didn't appear on the menu, the fuck machine was better than nothing. But it was going so slow. I felt the dildo filling me up and it was great. It was stimulating the nerve endings in my pussy, sliding against my g and making my cunt drip with need. But it wasn't thrusting and that was what I needed. When I sensed it must almost be all the way inside of me, I tried to bend my knees. They had given me just enough play in my arm bindings to drop about half and inch. And oh how wonderful that little lunge felt. Then it began to slide out just as slowly. I lifted myself to my tiptoes again to get an extra couple of inches more play in my bindings.

What a slut I must have looked like working my ass off to get just a little harder plunge of the dildo into my pussy. They could have turned up the speed at any moment, but instead they were more focused on each other. At first I could hear them making out and it was hot and heavy. I envied them to be that into each other after 20 years of marriage. Then again maybe having an eager sub ready to serve them spiced things up. After they kissed for a few minutes I noticed a transition to a slurping sound. No doubt she was sucking his cock. I would have gladly done that for her. I would have sucked her pussy as well to prepare it for him, but then again, she was probably already primed. The blowjob didn't last very long and I heard movement again in front of me. Some kind of furniture was being move again. Then I heard Mistress Carol exclaim, "Yeah baby. Put that cock in me. Fuck me like I know you want to fuck our new whore."

I could tell she was right in front of me. Then the dildo inside of me started moving faster. Not fast, mind you, but faster. "Are you enjoying that slave?" she asked me. I answered as best I could with the ring gag still holding my jaw in place.

"He's sitting in a chair in front of you and I'm riding him reverse cowgirl," Mistress told me. She then reached forward and took my nipples between her fingers. I could tell she was bouncing up and down.

"Oh Jenni," Mistress moaned. "His cock feels divine. I bet you wish he was inside of you right now. Remember how good he felt fucking you at the party?"

She was taunting me now. Of course I remembered how well he fucked me at the party. And of course I'd rather be impaled on his cock right now than on the dildo. She was pinching my nipples with more force as she got more excited. She also turned up the speed on the fuck machine.

"Remember slave girl," she told me between moans. "No climax until we give permission."

That was going to be tough. She was obviously about to climax herself and based on the sounds she had been making, she was going to be loud. I'd been dreaming of an orgasm for the last hour and I was worried her vocalization and fingers on my nipples would trigger my own climax. I knew I'd have to fight to keep from cumming. But if I succeeded, I knew I'd earn lots of slave points with them. Maybe Master Richard would let me fuck him next. Hopefully Mistress Carol would cum and he would not. Perchance he would still be hard and need relief and take out his frustrations on my needy cunt. I heard Mistress begin to yell in pleasure. I wish I could have seen it. She dropped my nipples from her fingers. I imagined she needed her hands to steady herself. Just the sound of her voice as she orgasmed was almost enough to trigger my own, but I fought the urge. It was tough. My pussy was spasming on the fuck machne's dildo. I was trying to keep my emotions under control. I was trying not to think about what Mistress Carol looked like as she rode Master Richard to what sounded like a juicy and satisfying orgasm. I tried to think of anything but sex. 

I tried, but it was a losing battle. The stimulation was too great and I couldn't control the lust I felt in my heart at that moment. I came on the dildo and I came hard. I howled as much as the ring gag would allow. I didn't recognize the noise I made, although my Master and Mistress certainly did. I knew I'd broken rule number one, but I hoped since Mistress had just cum herself she would feel lenient. Maybe if Master had not cum yet he would just use my mouth and let my indiscretion slide as if taking his load was punishment enough. Of course taking him in my mouth was hardly a punishment, but maybe he didn't know that.

They waited until I rode out my orgasm and was hanging limp before they addressed me. 

"So our little slut likes to cum without permission, does she?" Master Richard said. Before I could answer Mistress Carol added, "Yes, what are we going to do with her?" Needless to say I was nervous. I did not know what kind of punishment orgasming without permission earned.

"I'm sorry Master," I said apologetically. "I'm sorry Mistress. I tried not to cum but I couldn't help myself." The words were mumbled by the ring gag and I hoped they understood me.

Although I could not see them I imagined one or both of them with devious smiles as Master Richard said, "It is ok, pet. If you want to cum, we'll let you cum."

Somehow he didn't sound reassuring. 

I heard them moving as Mistress Carol apparently finally dismounted off of him. I then felt the dildo begin to speed up. At least she was kind and increased the speed slowly instead of just pegging it on maximum. Soon I was being fucked harder than any guy ever had. Having just cum I was wet enough not to worry about the friction. In the past I've been able to cum a couple of times in a row with a guy and I had no doubt the piston like action of the fuck machine would have me squealing again in no time.

"I don't think she'll be able to hold back any better at that speed, honey," Mistress said.

"I agree," said Master. "We need to teach her what happens to bad girls who want to cum too much."

I didn't like the sound of that. I'd had a world-class orgasm on a slower setting and now the machine was fucking me hard. I tried to speak another apology, but instead a moan escaped my throat.

"I'll get the Hitachi," I heard Mistress announce. "Then we'll see how much she likes to cum."

I knew how intense the Hitachi was when pressed to my clit. It alone would make me cum in no time. The dildo was working its magic as well. It would take a little longer to bring me to another climax, but not by much. My mind tried to imagine what combining them would be like. I didn't have to wait long.

"Low or high setting?" Master Richard asked his wife.

"High, of course," she replied. "We need to find out what she can handle."

I heard the Hitachi turn on and almost immediately felt it pressed firmly against my clit. There was no point trying to fight it. I challenge any woman in that situation not to cum in a matter of seconds. I didn't really even feel my climax build. Usually it takes me a little while to build to an orgasm. The time required shortens on each one if he keeps pleasing me instead of giving up after number one. But this one was different. I felt a build up, but it was very short and then my body started contracting as my orgasm hit from my core. I'd never cum so fast before. I didn't even get to enjoy it, per se, as without the build up I didn't get to rejoice in the pleasure. I still had fireworks going off in my mind, but the contractions of my body were almost like an all over cramp. 

Master and Mistress just laughed. "I'm not sure she enjoyed that as much," Mistress commented. "Let's see if number three is any better," Master added.

I tried to say "No, please stop," but I couldn't vocalize an objection as orgasm three hit without warning. There was no build up this time and precious few seconds between when I started to calm down from number two to when my body just crashed into number three.

"Orgasms are a gift we give you," I heard my Mistress say although I was lost in the fury of my climax and couldn't really concentrate on her words. 

"We can help you build to a pleasurable summit," Master contributed, "or like now, we can make your body climax over and over until there is nothing left to your spirit and you are sore for days."

As he was speaking, I started cumming again. I'd reached a point where my orgasm was almost continuous. I lost track of how many distinct climaxes they made me have. Sometimes my body would give me a 15-20 second break when it wasn't convulsing sometime it would be barely enough to catch my breath. The machine was unrelenting as was the intense buzz of the Hitachi Wand. I tried to plead for them to stop, but they wouldn't. I was learning my lesson not to cum without permission. As it was, I couldn't stop cumming and it quickly became both physically painful and emotionally draining.

By the time they finally turned off the fuck machine and pulled the Hitachi away from my pussy, I was hanging limp from the arm chain. My mind was completely destroyed. My core hurt from cumming so many times and so hard. It was like I'd done hours of crunches in the gym. I had no energy left. I didn't think it was very late, but I was going to need recuperate before we continued. 

Next I felt the chain slowly lowering until I was on my knees. My legs were not supporting my weight. As soon as there was any slack in the chain, I fell to the floor. Then I mercifully felt the ring gag being taken from my mouth. It was quickly replaced with Master Richard's semi erect cock. 

"Clean your Mistress' juices off my dick, slut," he commanded me. Normally I would have taken great pleasure in completing such as task, but in my current state, I hardly noticed. I sort of remember swirling my tongue around, but I'm sure I wasn't doing a very good job. He tasted salty. I do remember that. He must have cum deep inside his wife. I guess I did satisfactory. He pulled his now soft cock out of my mouth without comment. Mistress then took his place with the same commandment to clean her. Her pussy tasted more like cum. He had definitely unloaded inside of her. Again I doubt I did too good of a job, but I guess I was ok. I do remember her sliming my face with her juices. 

Only after I finished did they unbind me. It felt good to have my hands free and I rubbed my wrists to increase the circulation. Then they took off the blindfold. It was dark in the basement with only the light from the stairs as illumination. Master Richard was gone. Only Mistress Carol remained. She waved her hand indicating that I was to crawl instead of walk. She led me to a door next to the stairs and then through the door. It was dark in the room wish just shadows from the limited light coming through the door from the main area. The floor was bare concrete and was cold to the touch. I looked around and thought I saw a washer and dryer. I also saw some shelves. This must be their mechanical room.

I heard a click and a single bulb hanging from the ceiling became illuminated. The room definitely was a mechanical room. I saw the furnace and water heater. More shelves, a dresser, another door leading to a small room constructed in the mechanical room with unfinished sheetrock walls and next to that, a cage. It didn't take me too long to figure out where I was going to be sleeping. The cage was no more than 40 inches tall, was about 7 feet long (judging on my estimation of how long the wall to the little room looked) and about three feet wide. There was a cot inside of it. The cage was secured to the wall and there were several anchor bolts. It was clear that I could be secured if Mistress so desired.

But first she led me to the little room. It turns out it was a bathroom. Nothing fancy, mind you. Just a toilet and a small sink hanging from the wall. There was a mirror and strangely, a showerhead hanging out of the wall. Then I noticed that the walls were tiled and there was a drain in the floor. I realized the whole room was a shower.




Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 05



Mistress tugged the leash and pointed to the toilet. I'd been so caught up in our activities that I had forgotten I needed to go to the bathroom. As I began to rise to get on the seat, Mistress told me not to pee until she gave me permission. First they taught me they control when I am allowed to orgasm. Now she was showing me they controlled my other bodily functions as well. Mistress stared at me as I sat on the toilet. I really needed to pee but she kept warning me not to do it. She told me this would be my home when I was in their house. I would find all the clothes I needed in the dresser and this bathroom was the only one I was to use. She explained that as a sub I wasn't good enough to use the upstairs bathrooms or showers. I'm sure she could see the stress on my face from trying to hold back my urine. Finally she told me to piss. My stream forcefully began and I felt relief. After I finished she asked if I had anything else to do and I declined. Although I'm sure I could have defecated, I wasn't ready emotionally to do that while she watched.

She had me pat dry my pussy, warning me not to attempt to sneak in some pleasure. I didn't bother to try, although I thought about it. She then had me wash my hands. I was allowed to walk the couple of feet back to my cage. I didn't hesitate when she pointed to it. I had to crawl into the cage because of its height. When I reached the cot I turned around. Mistress shut the door behind me and secured two bolts to hold it shut. Looking at the bolts I think I could open them if I needed to, but I was content to spend the night here. I just hoped the cot was at least passible in comfort. 

"Try to get some sleep. Since it is your first night here, I'll leave your hands free. Don't stay up all night playing with yourself. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and you'll need your energy."

I said, "Yes, Mistress," and watched as she walked over to the dresser. There was a small lamp on the top that she turned on. It wasn't very bright.

"I'll leave you a nightlight on so you don't freak out if you wake up in the middle lf the night."

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied genuinely surprised that she would think that far into advance. I wondered if she had problems with a screaming sub in the cage before. She probably was right that if I woke up at 4am and rolled off the cot without thinking I was freak if I hit the cage wall. I crawled onto the cot. It wasn't a Beautyrest mattress, but it would do. Especially since I was exhausted. 

"Oh, one more thing," she exclaimed while pulling open the top drawer of the dresser.

I watching as she walked back to the cage, her hand wrapped around something small.

"In case you can't sleep," she said as she put her hand on the top of the cage and dropped something through to me. Instinctively I caught it even before I realized it was a vibrating egg.

"Just twist it to turn it on. If you need to cum to fall asleep go ahead and masturbate. But only one more orgasm. You'll be having plenty tomorrow."

With that she turned to leave. She pulled a chain on the overhead light bulb turning it off. Just before she reached the door I called out, "Thank you Mistress for a wonderful day." I knew I wasn't supposed to talk without being spoken to first, but I couldn't help myself. It was from the heart. She turned and simply said, "Your welcome, pet. But get some sleep. You'll need it."

And like that she was gone. She shut the door and I heard her footsteps on the stairs. Then I heard a deadbolt shutting. It was amazingly loud and I realized that my new home was under the stairs. I held the egg in my hand. I thought about using it, but I was still sore from the forced orgasms they inflicted on me. I didn't need to cum again, but I felt like the opportunity she gave me shouldn't be wasted. But my exhausted body won out over my shredded libido and I shut my eyes instead. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. I had a dream that they never let me leave the basement. I had not told anybody I was here and aside from the UPS tracking number, there was nothing to tie me to them. My dream was vivid of me being their permanent sex slave trapped forever in the basement. They would bring food down, but I would never see the light of day. They would bring friends over to use me. Actually they were not friends but clients paying for my services. I woke up with my hand rubbing my pussy. Feeling how wet my pussy had become I wondered if I had came.

When my eyes fluttered open, the dim bulb of the light reminded me I was in a cage. I had no idea what time it was or how long it might be until they released me for my full day of submission. I tried to fall back asleep, but my body wouldn't allow it. My mind was racing too fast. Then I remembered the egg. I was on the cot next to my hip. I nice orgasm would sooth my mind, I figured, and let me fall back to sleep. I took both hands and twisted the two ends. It sprung to life, but not in the way I hoped. It was very weak.

Mistress must have known the batteries were almost dead when she gave it to me. It must have been a game she wanted to play. Why else would she have given me a near worthless toy? I pressed it against my clit anyway. It felt better than nothing, but really was just frustrating. Fortunately my hands were free to work my pussy old school. I let the batteries in the egg die while I finger fucked myself. Then I dropped the egg and started working my clit with my fingers. I slid the cot into the center of the cage so I could spread my legs and put a foot down on floor on either side. That gave my hands more room to work and soon I climaxed again. It wasn't as soul crushing as the orgasms provided by Master and Mistress, but since no orgasm is bad, I enjoyed it nonetheless. Sleep was less elusive after that. 

My dreams, however, were no less vivid. Various scenes of me submitting, being punished and pleasured raced through my brain. They always ended with me waking up wet with and hand on my pussy stroking it. I then would take matters into my own hands and masturbate myself to orgasm. That would allow me to sleep again.

It happened 4 or 5 times that night. Eventually I woke and saw a faint light coming through a small window above the washing machine. I had not noticed it last night. Dawn must be breaking. I still felt worn out. My pussy was wet and my labia were puffy. I'd slept, but not well. I didn't know what time they planned to come for me so I figured I'd better not masturbate again. I had the urge to pee and poo, but that was out of the question as well until I was released. Well maybe I could pop the cage open and go to the bathroom returning before they woke. It must have been very early.

I fought that urge for a whole five minutes before figuring natures call should not be ignored. I got on my knees by the cage's gate. It was a simple latch from a dog cage. The upper latch was easy to slide my finger through, flip up and the use another finger to pull it sideways to open. The lower latch was a bit more of a challenge because of my position, but after an initial struggle I got it open.

Crawling out of the cage, I had to stretch my legs before anything was going to happen. I was stiff from being in the cage. Then I went into the bathroom. I felt normal for a moment as I relieved myself. Looking around the tiny, undecorated bathroom again reminded me of where I was and what I had agreed to, though. Surprisingly to me, it also began to arouse me. I had finished my necessary morning eliminations and took care to clean myself and wash my hands. My pussy was still demanding my attention. I gave it a quick rub, but it demanded more. Leaving the bathroom I went over to the dresser. I pulled open the drawer Mistress had retrieved the worthless egg from and was pleased to find a couple full size vibrators as well as some toys I wasn't sure what they were. I grabbed the biggest vibe. It was a rabbit. I'd never used one of those and I was eager to try it. I turned it on. Fortunately the batteries were fresh. I looked at it and noticed a series of ball bearings rotating inside of it. The "ear" part of the rabbit that goes over a woman's clit was vibrating as well. I felt my mouth drool with anticipation.

I wasted no time sliding it into my pussy. I needed no additional lubrication. It felt heavenly. Just the vibrations were enough to keep me happy. I didn't need to fuck myself as ferociously as I did. But I knew I was on a time budget and well, I was a happy and horny slut and I wanted to cum quickly. Within minutes I felt an orgasm building inside of me. It felt so much different than the quick hitting orgasms I'd had been tormented with the last 12 hours, give or take. This was my usual slow building, sure to be toe-curling kind of orgasm. Then I heard the deadbolt opening on basement door. I panicked. I pulled the vibe from my pussy. At least I had the forethought to turn it off before tossing it back into the drawer. I then scampered back into the cage with the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. My heart was pounding. I managed to secure the gate just as the door was opening. I dove back onto the cot. My breathing was fast and my skin was flushed. I'm sure I looked guilty as hell.