4 comments/ 82732 views/ 18 favorites Cynthia's Submission Ch. 02 By: GettingItDone I awoke the next morning to the sound of my alarm and felt rather refreshed. Getting out of bed I went about preparing myself for school and the fun, mysterious plans Sage had mentioned. I made sure to put extra effort into my appearance by putting on some extra makeup and doing more to my hair then just pulling it back into a pony tail. All done up I began to dress and as I slid up my short skirt I realized just how thrilling it would be to spend the day not wearing any panties to cover my newly shaven beaver. Once my top was on and tucked into place I slipped into the heels and topped off my look with a gold necklace, along with some sparkly earrings and a nice delicate bracelet. The way I had buttoned my blouse I was showing a bit of cleavage, allowing my necklace to lie against my skin just above my breasts. Before heading out, I gave myself one more look over in my full length mirror and could tell that I looked damn good; I definitely looked sexier than I had ever looked at school before. Satisfied with my appearance, I headed out to my car and towards school. While in the car, I couldn't help but to touch myself. I felt so exposed in my little skirt and no panties. The smoothness of my bare pussy felt amazing, but I was able to control myself before I got too carried away. I in no way wanted to disobey any of Sage's orders. So I composed myself and continued on to school. Upon my arrival, my heart began to beat a little harder and I became well aware of exactly how I looked to the eyes of others. This feeling fueled me to continue, pushing me to go on as if it was any other day. Heads turned as I walked through the halls to my classroom; everyone was trying to get their best look at me and I was enjoying every second. As classes started I slowly began to forget how I was dressed and just focused on the lessons in which I was teaching. However, I must say that fourth period, Sage's class, was constantly on my mind. I wanted badly for time to speed up so I could be alone with her during lunch. Because of this, my day instead seemed to drag on; seconds felt like minutes and I started to get discouraged that Sage's class would never come. Slowly but surely fourth period did arrive and no one could have been more relieved than I; all I had to do was get through my lecture with class and I would be free to submit to Sage. I noticed immediately when she entered, I always do; she was wearing cut off jeans shorts that accentuated her firm butt and a tight cotton t-shirt that fit like a glove to her trim torso. She looked amazing as always, and seemed to know it. When she entered my room, she hardly looked my way; Sage practically ignored me, causing me to want her attention that much more. I found myself trying to push out my chest, or flipping my hair in attempts to get my mistress' attention. All of which was to no avail however. If it hadn't been for the fact that I knew she was my mistress, and I her sub, I wouldn't have been able to tell that she even knew if I was present. Determined to get to my time with Sage, I pushed through with the lecture and the following discussion, and unlike before the time seemed to fly by. The class was soon over as signified by the ringing of the lunch bell and the moment I had been looking toward to all morning was finally before me. I would finally get my chance to be alone with Sage; submitting to my mistress. The rest of the class filed out as Sage took her time gathering her belongings. When she finally stood, she was the only one who remained in the room with me. "Good morning Cynthia, my sub slut. How are you doing today?" "Good morning mistress, I am doing well, I couldn't wait for this moment. All I hope is that my outfit suits your requirements. Is my skirt's length to your liking mistress?" "Cynthia, the length of your skirt is relative. If it made you feel different while wearing it at school then its length is suitable. However, I must see if you followed the rest of my instructions, so would you please remove your clothes, leaving your heels on, to prove your compliance." "Yes mistress, but should I close the door first?" "No my slut, not now; I was going to do that for you, but since you are unable to do as I command, I feel it to be an appropriate punishment for you to have to undress while it is open. Is that clear my slut?" "Yes mistress." Scared and amazed by her forcefulness, I began to undress as not to further upset her. It was quite nerve racking to undress in my room with the door open while school was still in session. I had an open door policy with my students, meaning any time my door was open they were free to stop by and ask me questions about class topics. With the door being open a student could walk in at anytime. I pushed the thought aside and focused on getting my clothes off quickly to please my mistress. Within moments I was once again naked in my class room as I had been yesterday; this time though I was allowed to stand and keep my shoes on. "Very good Cynthia, I see you are beginning to understand that when I tell you to do something I want it to be done immediately and without questions. Also, I am pleased to see you followed my instructions about not wearing any underwear and shaving your bush. If you would my slut, please bring your clothes over to me so we can begin our first fun assignment of the day." "Yes mistress." Sage was still standing at her desk which was four rows back from where I was and halfway to the open door. It scared me to have to move closer to the open entry, doing so meant the chance of exposing my nude form to anyone passing by would be higher. I bit the bullet however, not wanting to anger my mistress again, and proceeded to walk my clothes over to Sage. "Thank you Cynthia, your ability to complete my command quickly shows your willingness to serve me. Now, please walk back to your desk and sit down in your chair." "Yes mistress." I returned to my desk and sat down just as she told me to. When I looked I saw that she had begun putting my clothes into her bag. "Cynthia, I am hungry and am going to go to lunch. You are to remain at your desk until I return, which I promise will be before the next period starts. As for the door I am going to shut it so that you aren't completely on edge. Be a good little sub slut and I promise a reward." With that she exited the classroom, closing the door behind her as she left, and holding my clothes in her bag. I was left stunned and still. I couldn't move; I was in a state of shock. My nerves were bouncing and my heart was racing. The only thing that calmed me down was the fact that she had closed the door. I wouldn't have to worry about anyone entering the classroom without knocking first. With this realization I began to get control of myself and my emotions. Now all I could do was to sit and wait. I kept wondering when Sage would come back; would she come back soon or would she wait until lunch was almost over to return. I had no way of knowing and this made me nervous, but more than that it made me excited. I became very aroused thinking about the different scenarios in which Sage would return. My pussy began to flood out onto my chair, but I didn't dare move. I did not want Sage to come back and catch me playing with myself. It took a lot of self control but I was able to hold off. Instead I watched the clock, and counted the seconds off in my head; counting down the time remaining for lunch and the keeping track of the length of time in which I sat there, alone and naked behind my desk. With just about five minutes remaining for the lunch period my door opened and my heart dropped. Fortunately it was Sage, and she seemed to be happy. Closing the door behind her, she spoke. "Hello Cynthia, how was your lunch break? Were you a good little sub slut?" "Yes mistress." "That is great Cyn. Well I guess I should reward you for your good behavior; get up on top of your desk, on your hands and knees, with your ass facing me." "Yes mistress." I quickly climbed atop my desk and positioned myself as directed by Sage. I felt very vulnerable in this position, as well as aroused. Hearing movement behind me I got the sense that Sage was approaching. She very softly let her hand slide across the roundness of my left buttock. Her touch felt amazing, but unfortunately ended too soon when she began to speak again. "Cynthia, I think it is only appropriate that I grade you on your performance so far; to allow you an understanding of how I feel you have been meeting my standards. With that said you have been very obedient thus far, and except for your slight resistance earlier I still feel as though your ability to serve me is at an A level. So, for your reward I will present you with your grade." Sage then reached forward and began to, what felt like to me, write on my left buttock. "You may look back at your reward slut." Turning my head to the left, I saw that she had indeed written on me. Sage had written, in thick black maker, the word "Behavior" followed by the letter "A" on my left ass cheek. Lifting my eyes I saw Sage holding a large permanent marker in one hand and my clothes in the other. "I hope you are satisfied with your behavior grade Cyn, because after school you will work on your performance grade. Now get dressed before class starts; you wouldn't want anyone to catch you looking like a whore would you?" "No mistress; thank you for my grade mistress." I then got down off my desk and began to get dressed. While I dressed, I looked up at the clock and saw that the bell would be ringing at any second. Once my clothes were back on, the bell rang and Sage was no longer in my room. Within seconds, students began to file in. The rest of the afternoon seemed to go by in a blur. I was constantly aware that I had been naked for the entire lunch period, and that I was extremely lucky that no one came into my room while I was. The thought of being so vulnerable got me hot and excited; I could feel my pussy becoming wetter as the day progressed. It was also a thrill to know that Sage had written on my naked butt and that at any point if my skirt would happen to lift up, not only would my ass be exposed but so too would my behavior grade. That would only add to the embarrassment and humiliation if such an event was to occur. Though such a thought did scare me, it also added to my arousal. There were only two classes left in my day and I was able to speed through them on merely my excitement alone. Before I knew it the last school bell rang and my obligations as a teacher were over, now all I had to do was wait for my mistress to show up for our afterschool meeting. My excitement made it hard to focus on getting any work done; I just sat behind my desk waiting for Sage. I waited, nervously for what felt like an eternity on Sage to appear at my door. After thirty minutes of waiting I began to fear she wasn't going to show; that she had decided not to meet me after school and did not feel I deserved a heads-up of her decision. With this fear in my head I began to impatiently pace back and forth behind my desk. When Sage had not shown up after forty minutes I began to gather up my belongings in preparation of leaving. When I was finally convinced that Sage was not coming, after forty-five minutes of nerve-racking waiting, I threw my bag over my shoulder and started for the door at three thirty. Just as I was reaching the doorway Sage stepped through it, almost colliding with me in my skittish rush to leave. Unmoved by our near crash of bodies, Sage simply smiled before opening her beautiful, plump mouth to speak. "Well it seems somebody is in a hurry to leave. I hope my little sub slut isn't having second thoughts about our new relationship." "No mistress, I just didn't think you were going to show up. I'm sorry for making such an irrational assumption mistress." "I accept your apology slut, but for future reference, if I make a plan or say something, I one hundred percent mean it and stand by it. Now, let us not waste any more time and get down to why we are here; to evaluate you on your performance as a good little sub slut." Sage turned to shut and lock the door to the room before continuing on. "First thing I need you to do is strip down to your birthday suit, again leaving your heels on. Once you have removed your clothes I want you to place them inside of my bag before sitting down at your desk." Doing as I was told I once again stripped down and made my way to sit down behind my desk. Once I was seated, Sage followed and proceeded to sit atop my desk, in front of me. "Cynthia, for your performance grade you are going to orally pleasure me right here, right now. If you are unable to make me climax in five minutes you fail and will be punished; now if you would please remove my shorts and begin your task." I eagerly obliged her command and quickly unsnapped her shorts, before sliding them off of her body. To my surprise, Sage was not wearing any underwear, and was sporting a sophisticated, well maintained, strip of pubic hair above her immaculate vagina. Her lips were perfectly proportionate to the rest of her pussy, and were the most delicious looking shade of pink one could want. Even though up to this point I had never thought about another woman's vagina in a sexual manner, or for that fact, been as close to one as I was then; I could not wait to dive face first into Sage's moist folds. Filled with the desire to do as my mistress ordered, and the curiosity of going down on a woman, my tongue darted out and began to lick up the sweet juices that were coating the exposed area of her pussy. I may not have done such an act prior to this point in time, but I instinctively knew what to do; I did what I knew I liked and hoped that it would translate into pleasure for Sage. For the first few moments I slowly explored her wet slit with my tongue; letting it lick up and around the outside bits, and savoring the new taste of her arousal. While my tongue explored, Sage began to let out soft, subtle moans, indicating her enjoyment. This spurred me on to further my assault on her tender twat, and soon found myself burying my tongue deeper into her opening, wet snatch. Sage's moans became more pronounced and louder, as I realized I was on a time limit, spurring me to go in for the kill and start to flick my tongue across her clit. This immediately resulted in Sage bucking her hips and grunting aloud. As my pace became faster and more centered on her clit, Sage too became more expressive, spouting out words of encouragement and profanities at the divine. After only a few moments of clitoral stimulation, she was climaxing; shaking and bucking as if she was going into a seizure, and her pussy just flooded my mouth as I continued to latch on for all I was worth. Eventually, Sage came down from her orgasm smiled at me as she moved back to indicate to me that I was to stop. For being my first pussy eating experience I could not get enough, and gave her a puppy dog look as she got down from the desktop and slid her shorts back on before giving me further instructions. "Well well my little obedient sub slut, you did a wonderful job, and certainly completed your task in the given time frame. As your reward for such an excellent performance I will now present you your grade. Reassume your grading position slut." I speedily got on top of my desk and positioned myself on all fours facing away from my mistress. Sage then reached out and began to write out my grade, this time on my right butt cheek. Looking back I read to myself as she wrote: "performance A+". I felt very proud about myself and had a strong sense of accomplishment. As I remained atop my desk on all fours, basking in my moment of glory, Sage instructed me of what I was to do next. "Now our time together has unfortunately come to an end, but they're still a few tasks I have for you to complete tonight on your own. First, I am going to take a picture of you as you are now, and then send it to you via your e-mail account for you to print out and hang on your fridge; something you can look at and be proud of. Next, I am going to leave, you are to count to fifty upon my exit before getting down and getting dressed. Lastly, I will post a shopping list on the outside of your door of items you are to purchase tonight before going home. It will take you going to several different stores to get everything, and you are required to get everything; the only thing I ask is that you call me once you purchase the last item on the list. Is everything I said understood my sub?" "Yes mistress." With that, Sage snapped off a picture, dropped my clothes on the floor, and exited the room. I counted to fifty as Sage had ordered and then got dressed, slipping my skirt and blouse on as I walked towards the door to retrieve the shopping list. She had taped it facing out into the hallway on my door, which allowed anyone who may have passed by as I was counting to see what was on it. The list was as follows: -black fishnet thigh highs with a lace top -a dark grey pencil skirt (Length just long enough to conceal the top of the thigh highs) -pair off 4 inch black, pointed toed heels -10 feet of rope -3 feet of chain -2 heavy duty key opened locks -an eight inch hot pink, realistic dildo -a strap on harness -a black medium sized butt plug -a large red ball gag -a blind fold -lube As I read the list I became apparent that these items were to either be worn by me or used on me. To purchase these items I would have to go to at least three different stores; a lingerie store, a hardware store, and an adult toy store. The list excited me, and made me curious as to the meaning of some of the items. Most were self explanatory, but the rope, chain, and locks seemed a bit unusual. However, I did not focus too much on their meaning or use; rather I got focused on actually going out and getting them. I proceeded to exit my room and head towards my car to begin my journey of purchasing the items on my mistress' list. It was now four o'clock and my first stop would be the hardware store, as it was the closest. I arrived shortly after leaving my school and upon entering the hardware store I immediately felt a cool draft of air rush up my skirt and send a shiver running through my body, reminding me of my lack of undergarments. My nipples instantly became rock hard and I became even more turned on to be carrying out the instructions of my mistress. I wondered the aisles of the store looking for the items I needed to pick up, having a tough time locating the rope and chains; the locks however, I found easily. Eventually, after minutes of searching I finally found the aisle that the rope and chain where both on, and after a bit of diligent shopping I was able to pick out the proper length for both. With my items in hand I proceeded towards the checkout line. Being that it was the early evening there wasn't much of a wait and I was able to get out of there rather quickly. The lady who rang up my purchases did however ask me what I would be using my items for, and with a slight blush and a smile I told her what else but that I would be getting into some restraining. With that I paid her and strolled out to my car to head to my next destination; the lingerie store. I looked at the clock in my car and noticed that I had been inside the hardware store for thirty minutes; time was flying and I was certainly having fun. My trip to the lingerie store was a little easier to complete, as I had been in their before and had an idea as were to find the items I was looking to purchase. The only part that took some time was when I had to try on a few skirts to find the one that best fit Sage's description, but after a few minutes and a couple of fitting room visits I found the one. It hung to just about three inches below my butt cheeks, barely doing the job of covering the tops of the thigh highs when I stood straight up, and hugged my thighs tight. The fishnets were easily acquired on the other hand and I soon made my way to the cashier counter. There was no sly banter when I paid for these items, which oddly sort of displeased me, but I took no time to dwell on it, since it was now 5:15 pm. Wanting to get home by at least seven, I sped off towards my last stop. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 02 There are few adult stores to choose from in the city, and I simply decided on the one that seemed the most classy and least dingy. I had also been inside this store before, only once or twice however, but I hardly knew my way around. Because of the amount of items I had to purchase, and the specific details Sage gave me, I knew it would take me a while to find everything that was left on the list. Upon entering the shop, I did as I had in the hardware store, and began to wonder the aisles of the store in search of exactly what I was looking for. The first item I came across was the blindfold, and not too much further I was able to locate the ball gag and the lube. I made sure that the gag I grabbed was the largest, red gag they had in stock; I did not want to disappoint my mistress, even if it did look mighty large and wouldn't fit in my mouth. Continuing on, I made my way over to the selection of dildos and vibrators the store had displayed on the back wall. I strolled back and forth in front of the wall making sure to take my time to find the dildo that best fit the description given by Sage. It was sort of overwhelming to see the wide variety of choices, but within moments I found the perfect match. The item I chose was a jelly style dildo and was indeed hot pink. The packaging listed it at eight inches long, and to make it more realistic it even had a pair of balls attached to it; my pussy just dripped from looking at it, and I could not wait to find out what Sage's plans were for it. With two items left to pick up I strolled further down the wall finding the anal toys. The selection of butt plugs wasn't as vast as the dildo selection, so it took me no time at all to locate the right plug for the job. Even though I have never used a butt plug before, let alone done anything remotely close to anal sex, I was aware of the different sizes of plugs available and made a choice of a basic black plug with a relative wide flare; it definitely wasn't the largest, but was far from being the smallest. The remaining item on my list was the strap-on harness, and selecting it took me some time. Due to the many different varieties and styles, I made sure to peruse through them in an attempt to pick out the one that best fit with the rest of my previous purchases. After a couple of minutes studying the different harnesses, I finally decided on one with thin black, leather straps with metal button clasps. Satisfied, I proceeded to the checkout counter and paid for my purchases. The clerk ringing me up was a middle aged man who seemed to care less about what I was buying, and even looked bored to be there. Only if he knew that I was a teacher and buying these items under the orders of my mistress, who happened to also be my student. Oh well, his loss; if only he asked, I may have told him. Finishing my transaction at 6:15 pm, I grabbed my new bag full of goodies, and headed out of the store while pulling out my phone to call Sage. After two rings, and as I was pushing the shop door open to the parking lot, she answered. "Hello, my little sub slut. How did your shopping go?" "Hello mistress, my shopping went very well; I was able to purchase everything on the list, and only had to go to three stores to get them." "Very good, this pleases me to hear. Now I have one last task for you to complete tonight before you get home and print out you report card for your fridge. I order you to remove your clothes while standing outside of your car in whichever of the store parking lots you currently are in and then drive to the nearest gas station. Once there you will use your cell phone to snap a picture of you pumping gas in the nude, making sure to get the pump handle in the picture. When you finish filling up your tank you are then to get back into your car, send me the picture, and make your way home while remaining naked for the rest of the night. Do you understand slut?" "Yes mistress." "Good, have a great night, and I will be waiting to see your gas station photo. Oh, and remember you are not to pleasure yourself without my permission." Sage hung up the phone after her last statement and left me to ponder how to best complete my new task for the night. It did not take me long to just shrug my shoulders and place my bag inside my car, before quickly stripping down and hopping inside. I pulled out of the lot and headed towards the first gas station on my way home. In only two minutes I reached the gas station, and it was then when I realized just how lit up the gas station actually was. Though the sun had set the entire lot was bright and very open to the street, and because it was only six twenty, there were plenty of people out and about. I nervously pulled up to a gas pump that faced away from the street and was situated on the backside of the main shop, providing at least a bit of privacy. I reached over to the passenger seat to grab my debit card and phone before taking a few deep breathes to clam my nerves and exiting the safety of my car. I immediately became aware of just how exposed I was and I almost backed out, but was able to battle through my nerves and proceeded with my task. Trying to get done as quickly as possible, I swiped my card at the pump and soon began pumping gas into my tank. Watching the gallons turn on the pump I remembered what my main task was and flipped open my phone to capture a picture of me pumping gas to send to Sage. Luckily, I was able to get a good picture on my first attempt and not to soon after my tank was full. The whole time I was completely focused on the task and didn't even bother to look around. I figured it would be best for me not to know how many people saw me and not to linger to long. After replacing the nozzle, I opened my car door and slid into my seat were I immediately noticed how aroused I had became. I could feel the slickness of my juices on the leather upholstery of the seat and it took all I had to not just bring myself off right then and there. With the restraint of a nun, I sped out of the gas station and made my way home. As I drove, I sent over the picture I had taken to Sage, but unfortunately did not receive a response back. On my drive home I began to think back on the day's events and soon found that I had reached my drive way before I knew it. Opening my garage, I pulled my car inside and began to gather my new purchases as well as my clothes. Not wanting to expose myself in public again, I chose to close the garage door before I exited the car and made my way inside my house with bags in hand. Inside I sat my bags down on the kitchen counter, and eagerly made my way to my computer to print out my report card. To my dismay my computer was turned off so and I had to reboot it. As I waited for my computer to load up I threw my clothes into the hamper and began to unpack my new items. With everything opened and laid out on my bed, I went back to my computer and logged on to my e-mail. I had one new message and it was the one I was hoping to see. Opening it up, I saw a brief message from Sage as well as three attachments; I was only expecting the one picture, so the other attachments spurred my curiosity. I read the message first to gather any information, it was as follows: "Cynthia, I am pleased to see that all went well at the gas station, and I'm sure that it took a lot of courage to complete such a difficult task. As you may have noticed there are three attachments with this e-mail; the first is your report card which you must print out and post on your fridge, the second is your cell phone picture which I thought you would like to have as your desktop wallpaper, and the final attachment is my instructions for you tomorrow. Have a good night my slut, I will see you in the morning. Mistress Sage" Excited to read Sage's instructions of me for the following day I quickly opened the first attachment containing my report card and printed it out. I must say that seeing myself on top of my desk at school nude, and with letter grades on each cheek I was impressed with how slutty I looked. With my report card finished printing I downloaded the next attachment which was the picture I sent to Sage from the gas station. Upon opening the attachment, I realized I never actually looked at it close enough to see how it looked. With it blown up to cover my computer's desktop, I could easily make out that there was a very shocked looking lady standing two gas pumps down from me. I can't believe someone actually saw me; god that makes me so wet to think about. Once I got over that thought and successfully made the picture my wallpaper, I finally opened the last attachment with my mistress' instructions; which I carefully read through multiple times. "Well my little sub slut, it seems that you are progressing rather quickly into my complete submissive; and if I am not mistaken I do believe you are enjoying yourself. As for tomorrow, you are to wear your newly acquired skirt, heels, and thigh highs to school without panties of course. You are to also wear a dark blue blouse tucked into the skirt with the top three buttons unfastened, and if you hadn't guessed already you are not wear a bra. Also, you are to bring along with you, inside of a duffel bag of some sort, the rest of the items you purchased tonight minus the rope, chains, and locks. I expect you to arrive at school by 5:45am, and meet me at the front entrance way were I will give you further instructions. P.S. You are not to play with yourself until I have specifically told you to. Sleep well my slut." I was shocked to read that Sage wanted me to wear my newly acquired skirt and stockings to school tomorrow; the skirt was a good three inches shorter than the one I wore to school today and would by far catch the eyes of everyone. Just walking in that skirt would cause the tops of the stockings to show, especially in those four inch heels. Luckily, it is a pencil skirt, which means I won't have to worry about it riding up when I walk. Thinking about how naughty and slutty I will look already started to cause my pussy to flood. Even though I was a bit scared at the thought of having to be at school all day wearing so little, I knew that there was no way I would not do as Sage commanded. Knowing that I was not permitted to pleasure myself, I thought it best to get my things together for the morning, and get a good night's sleep; being a good sub slut tires you out, but I wouldn't want it any other way. I grabbed my gym bag out of the hall closet and proceeded to put in the supplies that Sage requested I bring with me tomorrow. Carefully, I took each item out of its original case and placed them into the bag; each time I opened a new item I would become further aroused. With the bag packed I set it by the door to the garage and went back to my bedroom to set out my clothes for school. Since the outfit only consisted of four items, three of which were already together, I was able to manage it in no time at all. Satisfied that I was prepared and anxious to find out what Sage had planned for the next day, I set my alarm, and then got showered. I took my time making sure to wash every inch of my body since the heat from the water felt so amazing on my skin. As I washed my buttocks, my grades began to disappear until only a faint trace of them was left. Shutting of the water and grasping my towel, I began to dry off stopping momentarily to tease my slit. I had anxious feelings for the coming day and decided it would be best if I went to bed early and rested up to better prepare for whatever Sage had in store for me. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 03 Upon waking up thirty minutes earlier than usual the nest morning, I made quick work of getting ready. Before I dressed, I did my hair and makeup similar to how I had the day before, but this time added diamond studded earrings to top off my look. I then returned to my bedroom to get dressed; and because I only had four items to out on, I had little difficulty doing so. As I slid my skirt into place and looked at myself in the mirror it became very apparent that I would look less like a teacher and more like a woman going out for a night on the town. Just standing straight one would be able to catch a glimpse of the lacy tops to my fish net stockings, and when I put on my blouse it too was unable to make me look anymore professional. Having to unbutton the top three buttons, really allowed for my cleavage to be present, thanks in large part to my lack of a bra. With my look complete, I looked as if I was on the prowl more sex rather than about to spend the day serving my mistress while at the same time teaching five different high school English classes; my knees where shaking as I headed out to my car and I could feel my pussy began to flood. The entire drive over to school I was a ball of nerves and excitement. I had no idea what further plans Sage had in store for me, or even what kind of reactions I would have to my attire from my fellow colleagues as well as the student body. I could only hope that whatever reactions I may get, they will not be to negative or threaten my job. The only thing that kept me from backing out was remembering what Sage had told me on the first day in which I became her sub slut; she stated that everything she would have me do would be for the best even though it may not seem like it at first. This was one of those times and I was one hundred percent confident that everything would turn out ok. I pulled into the faculty parking lot at five forty, giving me plenty of time to make my way to the front of the school and meet Sage at the front doors. Grabbing my gym bag full of goodies out of my car's trunk I headed towards my mistress' ordered meeting place. I arrived at the front doors of the school at exactly five forty three, but there was no sign of Sage. There was still two minutes remaining before she stated I should meet her so I decided to stand and wait until my mistress arrived. Unfortunately, when the two minutes elapsed there was still no sign of Sage, but my phone did begin to ring; it was her. I quickly answered, and was treated to her voice. "Hello, sub slut. As you are well aware of, I am not there standing before you, and I know you must be disappointed. But as I speak to you I am standing at the back of the school; the reason being is that I came up with a more exciting task for you as I was drifting off to sleep last night. I feel that this new task will better show your commitment to me as well as keep you on your progression towards becoming my total and complete sub slut. While standing in front of the school you are to remove your skirt and blouse, placing them in the bag you should have brought with you and then make your way through the school to open the back door for me. When you arrive where I am at, I will provide further instructions." Knowing that I had little more than fifth teen minutes until the other faculty members would be arriving, I took no time to ponder my decision and simply began to remove the two pieces of clothing that my mistress requested. Once I had both items off and zipped inside my gym bag I quickly unlocked the door to the school and headed towards the back of the building; where I would normally have entered if I hadn't been ordered to meet at the front. I quickly made my way through the halls of the school reaching the back doors in just about two minutes. Even though the school was completely empty I couldn't help but get a nervous feeling that someone would catch me walking naked through the halls. Once I had opened the back doors, Sage immediately pushed past me and begins to give me orders. "Follow me slut. We don't have much time to get you ready for your day; and if all goes well, what a wonderful day it will be." I followed, as told, closely behind her as she led the way to my classroom. Sage looked stunning; she wore a pair of black, cargo style pants and a tight grey t-shirt; however instead of her purse she had on a backpack. Though her appearance was somewhat casual, at the same time it had a sense of authority to it. When we reached my room Sage motioned for me to open the door, but had me remain in the hall once I had. Sage slipped inside the room, grabbing my gym bag from me as she did, and from my vantage point walked up to my desk. She set my bag and her backpack on top of the desk and then opened the top drawer, pulling out my large black marker. With the marker in hand she returned to where I was waiting in the hall and pulled a white index card from her pants pocket before handing it along with the marker to me and giving me my next order. "While I set up some stuff in your room you are to go into the boys restroom at the end of the hall and do as the index card states; do not look at the card until you are inside. I will be waiting for you here when you have finished." A sense of worry came over me as I heard what Sage had ordered me to do, but because I knew no one was at school yet and did not hesitate for too long before making my way towards the boys' room. Once I was inside I took a moment to settle my nerves before looking over the instructions Sage had given me. Taking a deep breath I flipped the card over and read my mistress' orders. "Go inside the stall furthest from the door. On the backside of the stall's door use the marker to write the following: Miss Akers is a sub slut. When you finish cap the marker and insert it into your snatch, leaving it in as you return to your classroom." My mouth fell open in disbelief as I read the card and realized just what was expected of me. Sage expected me to actually write a very vulgar, although very true, statement about myself on the stall door of a boys' restroom which was used mostly by students. This was by far Sage's attempt to push the limits of my boundaries; to see just how far I was willing to go in order to please her. However, I knew in my heart that there wasn't a task to difficult for me to at least attempt; knowing this I pulled myself out of my frozen state of shock and moved towards the stall. I only had about ten minutes until the other teachers would be arriving, and I was still naked and away from my room; the quicker I could get this task completed the more time I will have, hopefully, to get dressed. I had no way of knowing what Sage would have me do once I returned to her. Once I was inside the stall, I uncapped the marker and began to write out the statement Sage had instructed me to write. When I finished, I looked at the vulgar statement about myself inked onto the stall door and it gave me a sense of pride. I wasn't humiliated by the statement like I thought I was going to be, rather it was liberating to proclaim it, even if no one would know for sure the validity of it or for that matter who had written it. Feeling proud and confident I stood up and inserted the now capped marker into my already dripping wet mound. I had to push it almost completely in to keep it from sliding back out, but once I was sure it was securely in place I headed back to my classroom. It only took me a minute to complete the task, so when I returned to my classroom I had more than enough time to get dressed; at least that was what I thought. Upon entering my room I saw that Sage had emptied out all of the contents in the gym bag I brought and had them arranged on top of my desk while she sat behind it. She immediately spoke once I was through the doorway. "If you would please, my sub slut, shut the door but do not lock it; we are going to have a bit of fun before school starts." I turned to shut the door and wondered curiously to myself what kind of fun we were to have, and exactly how long it was going to last. "Very good slut, no come to me and bend over your desk facing the door." I obediently followed my mistress' command and presented myself to her, bent at the waist with my legs spread apart wide enough to show off all of my intimate parts and my head tilted up looking directly forward. She reached out in front of me grab both the butt plug and the lube from the assortment of toys and devices that lay just below my chin. In an instant I felt the cool sensation of the lube being squeezed out on to my tender, virgin rear entrance. Though I had never had any experience with anal play I wasn't scared, I was more anxious than anything to be giving my anal cherry to Sage. She began to rub the lube into my tight ring, with smooth, slow circles. After a few seconds I began to feel her press her finger against the opening which gave way without much effort. As her finger pressed its way deeper I was pleased by the soothing, cool feeling of the lube as it coated my insides. Soon Sage had another finger filling me up and pumping in and out, causing my opening to relax and become better prepared for the plug. Once Sage felt my ass was properly lubed and warmed up, she slipped her fingers out, leaving my hole open and ready for the next intrusion, and this is when I realized that I was still holding the marker inside my pussy. Not wasting too much time, she soon had the tip of the plug pressing at the entrance, and just the tip felt wider than her two fingers. I let out a moan as she began to press it deeper, stretching me wider. Slowly I began to open up and take more of the smooth plug, but with every bit I felt more discomfort. Fortunately Sage took her time and patiently allowed me to adjust to the growing object. Just as I felt I could take no more, the plug's tapper became smaller signifying that the widest part had passed through, sliding deeper inside of me, and my ass simply swallowed up the remaining length; nestling the flared base between my cheeks. Even though I had never had anything inside of my ass before I only felt a slight discomfort once the initial pain and shock went away; I felt full and sexual having the toy resting inside me. With her task completed Sage gave the base of the plug one final push, insuring it was in place before she stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. I remained bent at the waist as she came into view and gave me my instructions for rest of the morning. "Well slut, that seemed to go rather smoothly, I do believe you might just become an anal fanatic. As for what will happen now, I am going to capture yet more photos of you looking completely submissive and then leave you to get dressed and find places to put the rest of the toys. Is this understood Cynthia?" "Yes mistress." With that she reached into her bag, producing her camera and snapped a picture of me bent over my desk looking directly at her. She then walked behind me and from the sound I heard from the shutter, took a picture of my backside with both a marker in my pussy and a plug in my ass. With that final picture captured she returned in front of me and stuffed her camera back inside her bag before throwing it over her shoulder and turning to leave. When she reached the door Sage turned and spoke. "Make sure you get everything stashed away Cyn, wouldn't want your sluttish behavior to become public." She opened the door and walked out, leaving me exposed and excited. The first thing I did once she left was look up at the clock and saw that it was just about time the other teachers normally arrive. I hurried to pull the market from my slit, and began to get dressed. It took a little to get the skirt on and in the proper place because of how tight it was, but I had it on and my blouse tucked into in no time. Next, I frantically started to hide all of the other toys that were lying on my desktop, stashing them in the drawers of my desk were ever they would fit. Just as I heard footsteps in the hall, I was putting away the final toy in my top drawer; my heart was racing and I simply fell back into my chair which caused the plug to shoot a jolt through my body. I sat there for awhile just regaining my composure before I got up to get things prepared for the day's classes. I was able to keep myself occupied by setting everything up that I would need for the day and didn't realize until the morning bell rang that an hour had gone by. Immediately I remembered how I was dressed and what was lodged inside me, and I became nervous about having to teach my classes in that manner. However, I assured myself that though my attire may have been a bit more risqué than usual, it would not be enough to cause an issue, and as long as she was careful no one would notice her lack of underwear or the plug stuffed inside her. As my students filed in for the first class of the day, I for the first time noticed the slight discomfort of the plug as I stood in front of the room waiting for them to settle in. It wasn't enough to make it uncomfortable, but enough to be a consistent reminder. Also, I could tell that my pussy was very much saturated with arousal; in my head I knew it was going to be an interesting morning. I taught my morning classes without any issues, except for the occasional looking over I got from some of my students. Those glances however only added to my growing arousal, and by the time Sage's class came around my crotch was soaking wet. I stood waiting for Sage to enter the class hoping that she would acknowledge me today as I taught. Since, I could see that Sage wasn't going to pay any attention to me; I tried to power through the lesson and get to the lunch break for my one on one time with Sage. However, try as I might, the minutes seemed to drag by which only made me more anxious and aroused. I could swear that my juices were starting to leak out onto my legs as I lectured on the importance of a thesis statement when writing an essay. All I wanted to do was to just rip off my clothes and serve my mistress, but that would not be an option until lunch came around. Instead I had to just bear down and get through the class period, hoping not to alert anyone of my desires. After what felt like an eternity, the lunch bell finally rang and all of the students filed out, all but one. Sage remained in her seat after the others left and locked eyes with her subslut; she only said one word as she stood up. "Strip." After their last lunch time together, I knew better than to hesitate or ask for the door to be closed. I instead pulled off the two pieces of clothing that I knew Sage wanted off, placing them atop my desk, and stood before my mistress naked, waiting for further instructions. "Very good slut, now retrieve the handcuffs from where ever you stashed them." Once again, I did as ordered without hesitation while Sage went over to shut the door. Once they were out Sage walked towards me, stopping just in front of where I stood waiting. "I'll take those" she said as she grabbed the items from off my desk, "Turn around with your hands behind your back." I followed her orders and soon felt the handcuffs being secured around both of my wrists, securing them behind my back. Sage stepped back giving my ass a little smack before giving further instructions. "Turn around and follow me." She led me towards the door of my room, stopping just a few steps away from it, and turning to look at me. "On your knees slut." I quickly followed her stern command with a minimal amount of struggle from not having my hands available to steady myself, and being perched atop such high heels. Kneeling in front of her, I began to involuntarily shake from anticipation and nervousness. Sage noticed this and spoke to calm me down some. "Oh, it's ok my little subslut, it's time for you to have some fun." As she said that her hands began to unfasten the button fly of her pants and slide them down her legs. I was pleased to see that she was not wearing any underwear, and also that I might be getting another go at licking her delectable vagina. However, I wasn't entirely correct with my assumption; I was going to be licking her, but not her pussy. "I am going to let you enjoy feasting on my ass for lunch today. I expect you to really get in there and devour my backdoor, and to think of it as a treat because if you don't do an adequate job I will have to punish you. Now, if you would, please help yourself." Sage turned around sticking out her ass and pulling her cheeks apart to better present my treat. Though I was a little shocked at what she wanted me to do, I eagerly leaned forward and stuck my face into her crevice, kissing her beautiful, pink rosebud. Surprisingly, she tasted sweet, and in no way did I feel put off by having my lips pressed tightly against her asshole. Instead, I actually viewed it as a treat and soon began to get into it, licking, and sucking at the tight opening; even darting my tongue inside every once in awhile. The more I did it, the more enthusiastic my motions became, and the further I pushed my face and tongue inside her. After a while I felt Sage grab the back of my head and pull me deeper. I was so deep my breathing began to become restricted, but I couldn't get enough; I had to get all I could. Soon, Sage began to moan out with appreciation and pleasure; all the while I just kept at it. I could feel my face become covered in sticky saliva and just wondered what I would look like once I finished. Unfortunately, my time enjoying Sage's delicious treat for me ended before I wanted it too with Sage pulling away and leaving me kneeling, mouth agape, while she got her pants re-fastened. Though I was disappointed by not being able to feast on Sage anymore, I listened intently as she spoke once her pants were back in place and fastened. "Stand back up, we only have twenty more minutes until the lunch bell rings and we need to get you ready for the rest of the afternoon." I had no idea what she had planned, but I stood up as I was told and waited for further instructions. As I waited for my mistress' next words, I looked at the clock and realized that I had just ate out her ass for ten straight minutes and that I actually began wish I could do some more; any contact with Sage and I would be satisfied. "Go bend back over your desk, just like this morning. It is time to get that plug out of there so you aren't too sore for after school." I quickly rushed over to my desk and assumed the position I had earlier that morning. I felt so submissive, and I loved every second of it. Sage had complete control over me and nothing made me happier. No sooner had I bent over then Sage had made her way behind me, releasing my hands form the cuffs, and beginning to tug on the base of the plug. With more effort, it started to slip out of my tender ass, and bit by bit it slowly escaped the warm resting place of my rectum. Once she had it completely out her next orders followed. "Open your mouth slut; I want you to clean this plug off before I have you put it away. Don't take too long either, you still need to get dressed and fix your messy face. Oh, and I am going to be taking pictures to capture the whole thing." Even though I had just finished dining on the asshole of another, the thought of tasting an object that had, until recently, been lodged inside me own ass was a bit off putting. Fortunately, when Sage presented the anal intruder to me for cleaning it was clear of any unpleasant sights that I had figured would be on it, and instead only had some tracings of lube lingering on it. Because I wanted to please my mistress I did not make my uncertain attitude about my task known to her; instead I simply swallowed my pride and put the plug in my open mouth, sucking it clean. Within seconds the toy was clean, and I began to get dressed. Once my skirt and blouse were back in place, Sage walked over and handed me a cosmetic mirror so I could see the state my face was in after my messy enjoyment of her perfect ass. To my surprise, I hadn't messed up my makeup, but did have to wipe away the dried spit that covered my cheeks and re-apply some blush. With my face back in order, Sage snapped shut the mirror and stuffed it back into her bag before tossing it over her shoulder and speaking to me. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 03 "Ok Cyn, I think we should call it quits for now, but I will be back to see you once school ends and I expect for you this time to be waiting for me naked, knelling in front of your desk, with your hands cuffed behind your back, blindfolded, and the gag stuffed in your mouth. Is this understood slut?" "Yes, mistress." "Excellent, now you have a good rest of your day and I'll see you after school." Sage exited my room once the last word left her mouth, and I went to sit down behind my desk to reflect on the experience I just had as well as how Sage expected me to wait for her after school. I just took the remaining lunch break to enjoy everything, and to go over all the feelings I was having. A sense of sexuality was oozing out of my and I could not have been happier; I just drifted off into a daze that made me smile and had my pussy dripping with excitement. As the lunch bell rang, I was startled back to reality causing me to shake myself out of my daze and start to get things setup for my upcoming classes. As I was reaching for my lecture notes, I noticed that I had left out the plug and the cuffs. I quickly snatched them up and stashed both items away inside my desk drawer. Just as I slid the drawer shut, two students walked in and took their seats. My breathing was erratic, but I was able to calm myself quickly by reassuring myself that it could have been far worse. All I could wish was that my last two classes would go by quickly and without incident so that I could get to my time with Sage. As more students filed in, I had to get the thoughts of after school out my head and once again focus on what I was being paid to do; teach. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 04 Fortunately for me, my last two classes were my higher level classes so I was able to simply assign them some silent reading as well as summary essay of what they read. Doing so allowed for me to remain behind my desk and reflect on everything that had occurred so far. However, I only was granted a few moments of reflection before I was interrupted by the buzzing of my vibrating phone letting me know that I had a new message. It was from Sage and it was a picture message. The picture was of me as I obediently used my mouth to clean off the butt plug that until recently had resided in my own ass with a message that said, "look at my lovely little sub slut." Since I was so intent on cleaning the toy and getting dressed before the bell rang, I hadn't noticed that Sage had taken the photos with her cell phone. This initially scared me because she could easily send the same picture to anyone else, but I was able to rationalize that if she hadn't distributed any of the early pictures then there was no cause for alarm with this one. I put my phone away and looked up at the clock; I still had more than half the period and a whole entire next before I could see my mistress again. My pussy was already flooded, and I was on edge once again that I was barely clothed in front of my students. As I glanced over the room, everyone seemed to be reading away and not in the least bit focused on my. Feeling better with that in mind I decided to take my mind off of Sage and our meeting, by inputting grades into my computer and checking my school e-mail account. Because I had been so occupied with sage earlier in the week, it became quickly apparent that I had neglected my work and needed to get back on track. Thankfully, I was able to use the large amount of grading and unchecked e-mails to distract me from my naughty mind, and before I knew it, my second class was coming to an end. As the final school bell rang out and my students began to file out of the room, my mind quickly jumped back to what I had to do in order to be ready for Sage. I eagerly and nervously watched as the final students gather up their belongings, and exited the room. After a few moments of patiently waiting to allow for the halls to clear out some I walked over to my door and closed it. On my way back I began to unbutton the rest of my blouse, and slid of my skirt before reaching my desk. Quickly, I gathered the supplies I needed from the drawers of my desk; something very naughty about stashing such items in a teacher's desk, the thought of it makes my pussy gush. With the three items in hand I took my place kneeling in front of my desk facing the door. First thing I did was get the gag secured inside of my mouth and snapped securely behind my head. With it in place I immediately become aware of how large it truly is; my jaw is already straining having to hold my mouth open around it, and saliva is started to accumulate inside. Next, I snap one cuff onto my left wrist before applying the blindfold over my eyes. Completely shut off from my surroundings, I take a deep breath before continuing on. All that is left for me to do is lock my right wrist behind me with the other cuff, but doing so would leave me in an extremely vulnerable position. There is no way to know that Sage will show anytime soon, and also there is also the real chance that anyone else might stop by to ask me a question; then I would truly be fucked. However, I know deep down that I must do it, that doing so would be another step in my compliance to Sage and would in turn continue to turn me into the person I was meant to be; a true sub slut. Taking one final deep breath I push myself to complete my task and lock my right wrist behind me. As the cuff clasps tighter I know in my heart that I chose right and that Sage will be very proud. Now all I have to do is sit and wait for her to arrive. Being blindfolded makes doing so extremely terrifying. Every sound I hear I think that it is someone opening my door, and the more I wait without seeing the time pass, the longer it feels. After what felt like an eternity, there is a knock at my door and I immediately froze and held my breath. I had no way of knowing if it was Sage, or another teacher, or even a student who needed help with something. All I could do was wait and listen to find out. Then I heard it, someone had called out my name. "Oh Miss Watts, are you in there? Its, Jeanne I need to ask you a question about the testing next week." I remained silent, and prayed to god that Jeanne would not try the door handle to see if was unlocked, which it was. Jeanne was another English teacher from two doors down the hall and usually kept to herself. We were friendly, but never hung out outside of school. If she was to walk in on me in the situation I was in, it would definitely mean the end of my career. I began to panic as I thought I heard her twisting the knob, but was relieved when I heard her shout out to another teacher who most have been walking through the hall. "Hey Karen, wait up. I need to ask you a question." I was a wreck, and my breathing was erratic. Sweat was starting to form on my brow and lower back, and the pool of saliva inside my mouth began to spill out from my attempts to breathe through the gag. In my head I was celebrating the fact that Jeanne had not opened my door and found me kneeling as I was, but there was no way of knowing if she would be back. Just the idea of almost being caught caused an unexpected reaction, I was now practically dripping wet with arousal and it took everything I had to keep from standing up and wandering the halls looking for anyone to play with me. I kept my composure however and soon heard my door open. At first I was afraid it was Jeanne back to inquire about the testing, but fortunately it was Sage and I could not have been more relieved; before I could react though Sage began to speak. "A close call with Mrs. Anderson huh? I wonder what she would have said if she had opened your door and found like this. It probably would have blown her mind. Will anyways, let us get started, I think you are going to enjoy this, because I know I am. Let me help you up." Sage made her way to me and grabbed one of my elbows to begin lifting me to my feet. Once I was up, she had me turn around and bend over my desk. "Very nice slut, you have really taken to being my subordinate quite well. Now I am going to use the strap on to fuck you senseless over your desk; does that sound good to you whore?" I nodded my head and let out a muffled yes from behind the gag. "I thought you would think so, but before we can begin I have to do something first." With that I felt Sage begin to write something on my lower back, but I was unable to decipher what it was. "Alright, I'm done with that now let's get to the fun part." I heard her looking through my desk for the harness and the dildo so that she could begin fucking me. I was excited and could not wait to have her do so either. It only took a few moments for her to find the items and get them put on and adjusted. Before I knew it she was behind me entering my sloppy pussy. She slowly entered me, and fed me the entire length of the rather large dildo. I could feel my sex stretching to accommodate it. Once the entire length was buried inside me, she pulled back out and began to pick up her pace. The more she continued the harder and the faster she began to pound my pussy. After awhile she found a pace of pulling half way back and slamming it back in as hard and as fast as she could manage. From behind the gag I let out moans of pleasure and breathed heavily as the spit began to pool on the desk top after dripping out from the corners of my mouth. Sage reached out and pulled my head back by my hair with one hand while the other held onto the chain that connected the two cuffs. She was unrelenting with her continuing assault on my worked over pussy. I wanted to cum but knew I would have to wait until she allowed me to. At first I didn't think she was going to let me, but after what felt like forever, but was most likely only ten minutes. Sage finally spoke. "Yeah slut, do you like the way I am fucking your cunt? Do you feel like a complete whore as I pound your snatch on top of your desk?" Once again I nodded, and moaned deeply in agreement. "I thought so, and I bet you want to cum now as well. Well go head slut, cum for me, cum all over my fat cock as it slams away at your sloppy cunt." As the words left her mouth and fell into my ears, I immediately came, spasming out of control and biting down on the gag lodged in my mouth. I could feel the wetness from my pussy flow down my legs as the waves of my orgasm subside, and as I laid lifelessly on top of my desk I felt Sage pull completely out of me, causing me to feel a sense of emptiness. She unlocked my hands, removed the blindfold and gag before speaking to me. "I hope you enjoyed that, because it will not be happening often, I just wanted to reward you for be so quick to accept your new role in life. From now own for you to gain such pleasure again you will have to do far more to earn it, is that understood?" "Yes, mistress." "Good, but unfortunately our time together has once again come to an end. However, before we part I am going to leave you with some instructions to be completed between now and tomorrow morning when we see each other again. First, you will have to go home as you are now; I will be taking your clothes and purse with me. Second, you are to take with you the butt plug, but must carry it inside of this bag." She handed me a sandwich sized re-sealable bag that was completely see through. "Third, you are to sleep tonight with the plug inside of you. I want to get your ass ready for what I have in store for it tomorrow. Finally, you will meet me back at school tomorrow, just as you did today, with your makeup and hair done, carrying the plug in the bag, and only wearing a pair of your highest heels; I will provide you with the rest of your attire for the day. Is everything clear sub-slut?" "Yes, mistress." "Good, I'll leave you to figure out how best to make it out of here without your clothes, but here are your car keys; I wouldn't want to make you trek all the way home like this." As she said that she tossed my keys on to the desk next to me and turned to head out the door with my purse and clothes tucked under her arm. I was left standing open mouthed at what I was expected to do. How was I ever going to make it out the building completely naked? I was once again breathing heavily and hadn't noticed that Sage had left the door wide open. I quickly ran over to close it, and as I did I looked up at the clock to see what time it was. Unfortunately it was only a quarter to five which meant there was probably still other teachers in the building and that the sun was still up. I knew that leaving my room around six thirty would be best if I didn't want anyone to see me. Usually everyone leaves by about six on Thursdays in anticipation for the coming weekend and having already prepared themselves for next week during the first half of this one. That reminded me that I had not had the opportunity to make much progress in preparing lessons for next week and could use that as a way to pass the time. Over the next hour I pretty much had myself planned out for the next two weeks, and even managed to rearrange the desk to make for a fresh look to the room. When I finally finished and looked at the clock it was six forty-five, and I was exhausted; I only wished I did not have to worry about getting home naked, but was able to better assure myself by remembering that I had done a similar task not merely two days ago by venturing home in only my bra and panties. With everything set for the upcoming week and the plug tucked inside the bag I went to my door to have a peek outside. What I saw made me freeze instantly; the cleaning crew's cart was just down at the other end of the hall. I completely forgot that on Thursdays they only clean downstairs; vacuuming and sweeping each room and the halls. The only fortunate thing was that they had just started and were at the far end of the hall. Since my room was located about halfway down I had time until they reached my room to come up with the best way to leave unseen; I had to leave before they made it to my room. I decided to wait for the two of them to finish the rooms they were working on at the moment and make my escape once they began work on the next ones. I waited for a few minutes before they finished the first set of rooms, and only had to wait a couple of moments longer as the cleaned the hallway on their way to the next set. Once they both slipped inside the next two rooms I waited just a few more seconds, making sure they were going to be in there for good and not coming out for more supplies, before I took my first nerve racking steps out into the now empty hallway. Immediately I stopped in panic as the sound of my heels clicking onto the tiled hall echoed in the silence. In my state of panic, I decided it best to hurry the rest of the way to the exit at the opposite end of the hallway before the noise attracted the attention of the crew. My heart was racing a mile a minute as I made my way closer to the exit, and just as I reached it I turned back to make sure I had not been seen. To my delight I had not, but was now nervous about having to go outside. I knew however, that if I didn't leave now, the cleaning crew would soon be done and would no doubt spot standing naked in the hall except for a pair of hells and fishnet thigh highs. I slowly pushed open the door to peak out into the dark lot, and to my relief my car was the only one left. I quickly exited the school and hurried over to my car; which would provide me with a relative amount of cover and safety. Once inside the car I set the plug down on the passenger seat, and started the engine. I took no time to ponder driving home in the nude, and simply pulled out of the lot and headed home. Thankfully, the ride home was without incident, as I only leave a few minutes away and there was light traffic out. Back at my house, I kicked of my heels and peeled of the fishnets before making my way to the shower; I felt I needed to wash the day off of me. As I leaned over to turn on the faucet I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was greeted with the written message Sage had penned onto my back. I stood in front of my reflection trying to make out what it said. After a few moments I was able to and I was once again shocked. It read, "Sage's little sub-slut." I was both embarrassed and proud to have such an intimate note written on me, but I knew that I would have to wash it away in the shower to prevent the chance of anyone seeing it tomorrow. The shower felt amazing, and was exactly what I needed after such a long and pleasure filled day. After drying off, I retrieved the plug and pulled it from the bag. Applying some lube to it and my tender asshole, I swiftly slipped it inside me so I could finally go to bed. Though it was only a quarter till eight, I was spent and knew I would need my rest for whatever Sage had planned for tomorrow. I fell asleep dreaming naughty thoughts, and thinking about what would have happen had been seen by the cleaning staff. Soon however, I drifted into a deep sleep only to be awoken a few times by the odd feeling of sleeping with something in my ass. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 05 Waking up the next morning I felt refreshed and a bit sore. My pussy had that feel good ache to it from the wonderful fucking I got from Sage, but over all my body felt good and I was energetic to see what Sage had in store for me. I quickly showered, did my hair and makeup, and got my shoes on. While I was in the shower I removed the plug, giving it a good cleaning before putting it into the bag, and was left with an empty feeling in my ass. It is amazing how quickly I grew to enjoy the feeling of something in my backdoor; I never would have expected that to happen. Since I had very little to do to get ready for work I had plenty of time to get to school and meet my mistress. Getting back into my car naked sparked me to remember how I had gotten home the night before, and just how nerve racking it was. At least then I had the cover of darkness to help with concealing my secret; driving to school meant doing so as the sun was starting to come up. The only thing I had going for me was the fact that it was still very early and that meant fewer cars on the roads. Knowing that, I was able to power through my anxiety and make my way to my school to meet Sage. I arrived ten minutes earlier than I was told to, but I figured I should wait for my mistress at the pre-determined spot rather than in my car. As I waited naked outside of the school, I realized just how long ten minutes could feel, which was the complete opposite of how it felt when I was eating out Sage's rear end for ten minutes. What is even odder is that during the entire time I waited, the thought of another teacher arriving early never crossed my mind; I was caught up in eagerly being a good sub slut for Sage. At exactly the specified time, Sage appeared from around the corner of the school wearing a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt, and waved me over to her. I cautiously did as she wanted, not fully understanding what to expect. As I reached her location she began to speak. "I'm happy to see that you made it on time and just as I had ordered as well. Hand me the bag and we can began with our morning adventure." I handed her the bag and she snatched it out of my grip before grasping my wrist and pulling around the corner of the school towards the front entrance. "I was thinking that we should get some good sub slut style pictures of you at your place of employment. The first one that should be captured is of you standing in front of the main entrance, and then we can go inside to capture more." I couldn't believe what I was being made to do. Never before would the idea of having a naked picture of myself taken while I stood in front of the school have crossed my mind, and not only was it going to happen, but I was getting wet just thinking about it. Within moments, Sage had me out in front of the school, posing in front of the two front doors. She assured me that this would only take a second or two, and that after she got the shot we could retreat inside for more. I stood waiting and smiling while she framed up the perfect shot, and all the while the only thing in my head was that I hope nobody drives by and sees this. However, before I was able to allow that thought to plague my mind for too long, Sage had taken the picture and returned to my side. "Ok, I got the shot; let's go inside for some others. Open up the doors and head towards the main office." I did as I was told and soon found myself posing for pictures all over the front office. Sage took pictures of me on different staff members' desks, bending over in front of the principal's door, and a number of other provocative shots; all of which I'm sure made me look like a true slut. After a few minutes of snapping off pictures, Sage finally decided she had enough, and instructed me to follow her to my class room. I was hoping that once we got there she would finally provide me with whatever clothing she had brought for me to wear. But deep down I knew that wouldn't be the case just yet. Once we reached my classroom and I unlocked my door, Sage once again pushed her way past me, while I was left to stand in the hall. Just like the day before she dropped her bag on my desk, retrieved a marker, and returned to hand me another index card. This time she instructed me to take it to the girl's restroom before reading it. Without hesitation, I did just that; making sure to hurry since I had even less time than the day before. Once inside I quickly flip over the card and read my mistress' instructions. "Go to the first stall and write the following statement on the back of the door: Ms. Evans loves it in the ass, and is a true slut. When you finish make your way back to your class room to get dressed." I was put off by just how vulgar the statement was compared to the previous one, but knew that I was going to not write it no matter what it said. In fact in a weird way the message kind of made me feel proud; I was indeed growing to enjoy the feeling of something in my ass, and also wanted dearly to have Sage view me as a true slut. So, with a smile on my face, I quickly etched the message on the stall door and headed back to rejoin my mistress. Upon entering my room I was greeted with the sight of Sage sitting atop my desk, still completely dressed, but wearing the strap-on harness holding a fake cock that jutted out in front of her. She smiled at me and gestured for me to assume the position of kneeling in front of her. I did as she wished and soon noticed she was guiding the rubber member towards my face. I instinctively opened my mouth to accept my mistress' long dick, and soon had the head slide into my wanting hole. Sage commanded that I show her what a good little cock-sucking slut I was, and to get the entire length down my throat. It took some effort, but soon I found myself getting the rubber phallus all the way down my throat causing my lips to smash up against the leather harness covering Sage's pubic mound. Once I was able to successfully deep throat the piece, she had me hold it in my throat so she could capture a picture of the event. Following the picture she then challenged me to see how long I could hold it like that before I had to breathe. She had me back off of it to gather my breath before I attempted to re-insert the member into my throat. With my first attempt I was only able to hold it in place for a few seconds before I felt like I needed to breathe and had to back off it again, coughing and gasping for air. This did not please Sage, for she commanded that I immediately try again, and that she would make sure I would hold it in longer. I took the cock once again into my throat, and right when I had all the way in she used her hands to grab the back of my head, holding me in place. After the same amount of time had passed as had with my previous attempt, I began to really struggle to keep calm. Unfortunately, I panicked after just a bit longer and began to use my own hands to push out of my mistress' grip. After a bit of a fight, with my eyes bulging and spitting up a bit of saliva, I managed to break free and regain my breath. However, my behavior once again displeased Sage and she began to yell at me. "How dare you push me away when I am trying to teach you how to better your oral skills; that is no way to behave as a proper sub-slut! Where are the cuffs? I'm making sure you can't fight me on this next attempt!" She began to forcefully pull open my desk drawers until she found the hand cuffs, and then quickly used them to secure my hands behind my back. With my arms locked behind me she proceeded to force the fake cock swinging in front of her back down my throat. Once it was again lodged all the way in, she grabbed a hold of my head with her hands and with firm pressure held me in place. Again, after only a few seconds I began to struggle for breath and my eyes started to bug out. Sage just kept her hold on me and began to spout off cruel and humiliating statements. "That's it slut, hold my cock down your throat. You look like a helpless little whore struggling for air. It's disgusting to watch you spit up all over yourself, gagging like a trashy cunt. I need to get another picture of you like this." She released the grip of one of her hands to grab the camera, but kept her other hand firmly on the back my head to make sure I didn't pop off of her. As she got the camera positioned I started to get the feeling I might actually pass out from a lack of air. My throat was straining to release to rubber intruder, and let in some oxygen while my eyes began to water and leak down my cheeks from the fear of choking. Fortunately, once she took the picture and set the camera back down, she gave my head one last firm pull before pushing me off of her; causing me to fall backwards as I coughed up a string of sticky saliva that covered my chin and most of my chest. I remained on my back with my hands secured behind me, trying to catch my breath, as Sage removed the harness and began putting things away. When she got everything in order she came over and helped me back to my knees, but left the hand cuffs on while she spoke. "I am displeased with how you struggled against me and that is why I had to get a little forceful with you; if my actions scared you I'm sorry. I was only trying to teach you how to truly be my submissive. Now, there is only about five minutes until the students should be arriving, and you still need to get dressed." From her bag she pulled out a medium sized brown bag and dropped it on my desk. She opened the bag and removed something from it before speaking again. "I was going to allow you to wear panties today, but since you didn't completely follow my commands you will have to make do without." With that she unlocked the cuffs and left me to get dressed on my own. Once she left my room and shut the door behind her, I quickly opened the bag and pulled out the contents. To my surprise, all that was inside was a simple cotton dress, black in color, and a note. Putting the note aside, I slipped into the dress and was happy to see that it covered up quite a bit. It was a bit shorter than I was used to, and with or without panties I would have issues doing much more than standing in it, but the rest of my body was sufficiently covered. I took a look around my class to make sure things were in order, and just as the bell rang to start classes, I remembered the note. Hurrying over to my desk, I snatched the note, sat down in my chair, and began to read its contents as my first period English class began to file in. "Hello, my little sub slut, I wish I could see how you look in your dress; I got it cheap at a thrift store so I hope it fits. Anyways, this note is to inform you that I will not be attending school today, for I have things I need to set up for later. However, you are to behave as though I was at school and during your lunch break, log into your e-mail and follow the instructions of the message that well be waiting for you. Have a good day slut, and make sure to behave yourself." A little disappointed that I would not be seeing Sage as usual, I stashed the note away and tried to focus on teaching my class. At first I had difficulty doing so, but soon found that I got into a groove and time seemed to skip by rather quickly. The only thing that would knock my thoughts back to Sage is when I would notice the hem of my dress riding up, which I would immediately pull down to prevent a humiliating situation, but all in all it was time for lunch before I knew it. Once the last student exited my class room, I immediately logged in to my e-mail and pulled up the message that my mistress said would be waiting for me. As I did, I noticed that there were a few attachments along with it, but decided to ignore those for the moment. "Ok Cynthia, my obedient teacher sub slut, let us see just how committed you are to follow my orders even when I am not present. Firstly, I want you open your top drawer and find your butt plug that I stashed away." In a focused fury I pulled open the drawer and shifted through its contents until I found the plug, before continuing to read the message. "Now, remain where you are and remove your dress. If the door is still open, you may not close it until you are naked." Unfortunately for me, I had not closed my door because of my eagerness to read the message, and now I was forced with the dilemma of following my mistress' orders and risking exposure, or closing the door before removing my dress knowing that Sage would never know either way. However, I knew that taking the second route would leave me with huge guilt and that Sage would appreciate absolute follow through. So, with a deep breath to steady my nerves, I quickly pulled the dress up and over my head, laid it on top of my desk, and scurried over to shut my door and lock it before anyone could possibly pass by and see. I successfully completed the task without being seen, allowing me to let out a sigh of relief. Who knew that walking just ten feet could cause such a gut wrenching feeling? At my desk I continued to read the e-mail. "Once you are naked, insert the plug inside of ass using whatever lubrication you deem necessary." I decided to use my own saliva as a lubricant and soon had the anal intruder settled inside my tight rear. "You are to remain in that manner for the remainder of the break; putting your dress back on as the bell rings and not a moment sooner. You may not pleasure yourself, and must remain seated behind your desk for the entire break. I have attached some of the pictures I have taken of you so far during our short time together; feel free to enjoy them as you sit. As far as what is expected from you after lunch, you are to simply go about your day as you normally would, just with a bit of healthy anal distraction, and at the end of the day you will meet me at the city park near the public restrooms at the south entrance. Have a great lunch break, and I will see you soon slut." As I finished reading the message I was both relieved and disappointed to have to remain naked for my lunch period. On the one hand it was a relief to know that I would not have to risk being exposed to others, but on the same note I felt let down by not being made to push my limits further. The excitement from the relative danger I get from doing Sage's tasks was like a drug to me, and I began to want it more and more. This task seemed a bit boring to me compared to some of the others, and I hoped that when I would meet Sage later that day I would be challenged a bit harder to make up for it. Though I felt down about the simplicity of my task, once I began going through the pictures Sage had attached I started to get over it. I even began to become excited and filled with pride as images of me doing my mistress' bidding flashed on the screen. All the different tasks I had completed so far for Sage were there, and in each one I could progressively see that I was becoming more and more the sub slut that she wanted. My pussy began to flood with arousal, and my eyes began to water with pride; I was truly becoming what I was meant to be. I became so involved in examining each picture, that I had not realized how quickly time had passed, and was awoke from my trance by the ringing of the bell. A little bewildered, I hurried to put my dress back on before my next class arrived. I got it on just as my door began to swing open, allowing a string of students to enter. From my desk drawer, I pulled out a pocket mirror to make sure I was presentable. Once the rest of the students filed in, the tardy bell rang and I focused on teaching. I presented the class the same lecture I had given the previous classes, and with about twenty minutes left I had them silent read to themselves the story we were covering in our textbooks. When I returned to my desk and got behind my computer, I was shocked to see that I had forgotten to close out the last picture I was viewing before the class had arrived. It was the most recent one Sage had taken in which her strap-on was lodged down my throat as my eyes were bugged out and spit covered my cheeks. I was thrilled that none of my students had to go over to my desk during my lecture, for they would have easily been able to see the picture. Fortunately, that didn't happen, but it did however cause me too long for the upcoming meeting with Sage and cause time to begin to creep by. I knew that for the remainder of the afternoon I would be watching to clock slowly tick away until I would finally be able to leave and see my mistress. My last period of the day was just as agonizing as I knew it would be, but I managed to power through, and was soon awarded with the sound the dismissal bell ringing, signaling the end of the day. I think I was packed up and out the door before many of my students, and honestly was in a focused haze as I hurried to meet up with Sage. I hardly remember driving to the park, it felt as if I was floating and nothing was stopping me from getting to my mistress. I arrived at the park, at the predetermined entrance, and once I was parked I rushed to the restrooms to meet Sage. Unfortunately, she was not there when I arrived, which caused me to momentarily worry she wasn't going to show. However, from inside the women's restroom, I heard a toilet flush and the sink turn on, which I knew in my heart, meant Sage was indeed inside. I waited just outside for her to appear and was soon awarded for my patience as she emerged from the facility and greeted me. "Well hello slut, you made it here quick. Is someone excited to serve their master?" "Yes mistress, I am." "Good, because you are going to have a very interesting evening ahead and you will need to be ready for it. First thing I need is for you to remove your dress right now." "Yes, mistress." Without hesitation, my dress was up and over my head, and I was handing it over to Sage. I didn't think twice that I was standing out in the middle of an open public park; I just wanted to please my mistress. "Very good my slut, now if you would follow me I have something to show you." With that she turned to head towards the men's side of the restrooms and entered them while I stayed close behind. Inside my nose filled with the aroma of dried urine, and an overall musky scent. The restroom was pretty dingy, and on the side of being downright repulsive. This however did not seem to deter Sage as she made her way towards the middle stall and pushed the door with her foot before speaking to me. "Get inside and grab the bag that is on floor behind the toilet. Inside you will find a few nice things in which I have bought for you to wear." I instinctively followed her instructions and was soon bent over in the stall reaching for the bag. With it in my hands, I stood up and spun around to open it in front of Sage. It was a small duffel bag, and I had no trouble getting the zipper open as I held it securely with my other arm. Inside I was greeted with the sight of another pair of heels, at least four inches high, some handcuffs, and a larger butt plug. After analyzing the items for a moment I looked to Sage for further information. "Well I hope you like your presents, because you will be getting rather acquainted with them over next few hours. Now I will ask that you hand over your purse and the plug currently inside of you before we can go any further." As I handed Sage my purse and began to embarrass myself by pulling out the plug from my own ass, I wondered what exactly her plan was for me that would have me getting to know the items in bag for hours. Not wanting to show any sign of uneasiness however, I removed the plug with a humiliating popping sound, and handed it to Sage which in turn began her providing some more details. "Thank you slut. You are probably getting more curious by the second about what exactly you are going to be doing with all that equipment, and rightfully so. To ease your mind a little I'll just say you will completing a rather challenging task, but before we can go over what exactly, we have to get you ready first. If you would please get the new heels on, and remove the other items from the bag." Cynthia's Submission Ch. 05 "Yes mistress." Without a moment of hesitation, I had my old heels off, the new pair on, and the contents of the bag out. "Excellent, I will take those." She said grabbing the other items from me. "Go ahead and turn around, putting your arms behind you." Once again I did as I was instructed, and soon felt the cold metal of the cuffs being secured around my wrist, locking my arms up behind me for the second time that day. I then felt Sage give my upper back a bit of a shove forcing me to bend at the waist, dangling above the toilet below. She then began to gently kick at my feet causing my to spread them open until my shins were touching the bottom of the stall's side walls. I could only imagine the view Sage had of me in such a position. My entire pussy and asshole were surely spread open as my upper half hung parallel to the dingy toilet. When she felt I was in the proper position she spoke again. "Hold open your ass cheeks with hands whore, I'm going to start working this plug inside of you." I reached back and did my best to spread open my cheeks further while my hands where restrained. "Oh my, look at your little pink asshole; it is nice and dilated a bit, and looks to be begging from something to be shoved inside of it." My face reddened with embarrassment as she described my gaping hole, making me feel even more like a slut. "This might be easier than I thought to get this larger plug inside of you, considering it seems you have become a good little anal whore so quickly." Without any further talk, Sage began to prep my ass for its next intrusion, working a liberal amount of lubricant into my open ring. Once she felt that my hole was properly lubed up, she soon began to push the new plug into place. This plug, compared to the one I had in earlier that day, was not much longer, but did have a considerable larger girth. So it is easy to say that while Sage was pushing it inside of me, I had to adjust and try to cope with the pain and pleasure of it. I may have let out a few gasps and grunts, but soon was relieved to feel it begin to narrow as it disappeared inside. Again, just as she had a few days prior, Sage gave it one last good push to confirm that it was it place. She had me remain in that position as she took a few pictures, making me look back into the camera for one extremely humiliating one. Then, as if sparked with a new idea, Sage spoke once again. "Before we get any further along, I think now that I am looking at you dangling over that toilet, that it would be great to see you getting a drink from it and possibly kissing the rim. How does that sound to you my little teacher slut?" With a slight moment of pondering to go over exactly what she just said entailed, I answered the only way I could, and the way I truly wanted to. "Whatever you wish mistress, I will do." "Great, but let's pull that hair back so it doesn't block out your face in the pictures." I felt her grab my hair in her hands and secure it atop my head with a clip. She then began to pose me for more pictures: having me get my face right above the toilet while bent over, sticking my tongue out to lick the surface of the water, using my lips to slurp up the water, actually sticking my entire face into the water, smiling as I came out for air, and so on; all of which I had no issue doing as long as it made Sage proud of me. There was a moment of hesitation when she instructed I actually lick the rim of the bowl and give it a good wet kiss, but only for a second and it was only because the thought of how many men had probably used this toilet crossed into my mind. Thankfully the toilet looked clean and I eagerly did as I was told as Sage captured the moment with her camera. With the photo session over in the stall, Sage had me stand up and told she wanted to get some of me standing outside of the facility to show that I was actually in the men's room. Without much regard to what that entailed, having to go outside and be nude and bound, I obediently followed her out. Once outside I remembered just how bright it still was, but did not dare show any sign of worry in front of my mistress. She in turn however, took her time positioning me and snapping of pictures while I nervously hoped that no one would come by to use the facilities while I was out there. It is funny because that thought did not even cross my mind while we were inside, even though it could have potentially happened, it wasn't until I was outside that I felt completely vulnerable. What made that even more present was when Sage closed the door to the restroom to have me look as if I was trying to open it while my hands were secured behind me. That would have been fine; except for when she actually wanted me to open it that we both realized it had locked when she shut it. No longer did the safety blanket of hiding inside exist; no I was actually stuck outside in the nude with Sage. This however only spurred her to decide to finally progress with the rest of my actual task and tell me what she expected from me. "Well that makes things easier, and plus I was finished taking pictures any way. However, you my slut don't quite get off so easy. You still have the main task to complete and with or without the door being open it will be completed; this just means you will have less options. For your task tonight, you will be figuring a way to get back home as you are now; no car, no clothes, and no help from me. I have a party to attend in an hour and I think having to do this on your own is a good way to show not only your commitment to me as a slave, but also show your determination to complete difficult tasks. I was going to allow you to use the restroom as cover until you could come up with a plot to make it home, but now it looks as though you will have to think quickly. I'm even going to shut the ladies' room off as well just to make it that much more exciting. Do you have any questions?" "Yes, what will you do with my car, and how will I get out of the cuffs once I get home?" "Both excellent questions and both have an answer that corresponds to one another. As for your car goes, I will be using it as transportation to get me to and from the party. Therefore, you will have to wait for me to bring back the car for you to get into your house, and thus releasing you from your restraints. Is they any further inquiries?" I had plenty of worried questions running through my head about just exactly how she expected me to complete the task, but knowing that disclosing such thoughts would only result with my mistress becoming disappointed, I answered the only way I could. "No mistress, I understand what needs to be done." "Good, then I will see you once I get done at the party. Have a fun a safe trip home slut." Letting her last statement linger in my mind, she walked off towards the parking lot to drive off in my car, leaving me to get home in the nude and restrained on my own. It was still daylight and it was getting close to the time when people would start showing up at the park for different functions. I had to think quickly about where to go to hide myself to give me time to formulate a plan to get home with a limited amount of exposure. Luckily for me the perimeter of the park was surrounded on three sides by rather dense forested running trails to separate it from the neighborhoods that bordered it. I would be able to hide out in the trees until it got a bit darker before attempting to continue on. The tough part would be getting there fast enough while the park was still empty considering I was still close to the entrance which is the one side that does not have trees, and open to the street. I made a quick bee line to the tree line on my left, figuring that was the side of the park closest to my house; which thankfully was only three neighborhoods over. From there I planned on waiting for darkness to come before I even thought about make any ground towards my home. However, that meant waiting for awhile considering it was still mid-afternoon, and still a summer month. I went over my options in my heard before coming to the conclusion to slowly, and alertly make my way through the tress to the perimeter of the park and a wall of a neighboring housing complex. Then I would be able to follow the wall to the closest trail entrance, and find a hiding place there to wait for darkness. Not wanting to waste too much time, I decided that it would be best to get a move on before the park started to get busy. It was sort of difficult navigating through the rough terrain wearing such high heels, and without the ability to stabilize myself with my arms. Falling would most likely be one of the worst things that could happen, and as I walked I was in constant fear that such an event might actually happen. However, the thought of lying helpless on the ground only triggered my arousal, and caused my pussy, once again, to dampen. I successfully made it to an outlining wall, and took a moment to access the situation before moving on. I had gone running in this park before, and therefore knew the area rather well. With a little bit of investigation I determined that I had two possible options; Either follow the wall away from the street for another quarter mile, or following it towards the street to an opening about twenty feet off the main entrance. Both options had their own advantages and disadvantages. The first option would definitely lead me away from the main road, but the opening led right into an apartment complex with very little coverage. The second option, though it was very near to the main entrance and in view of the road, it was actually an entrance into a concrete flood canal which would be far more private. Mulling my options over, I decided to go with the second one. It seemed to be my best bet for getting home unseen. Also, it just so happened that the canal had an exit right outside my neighborhood. However, it happened to be an exit out onto a relatively busy road, but that was going to have to be a bridge I would cross when I got to it. All I was focused on at that moment was getting to a spot near the entrance that would keep me well hidden while I waited for the cover of the night to allow me to proceed any further. Once again I journeyed cautiously through the trees, naked and bound, doing my best to keep my balance. As I arrived closer to the front of the park, I began to hear street noises and people talking. A rush of fear and excitement began to run through my body. My heart began to beat harder with each step; more and more I was able to make out what exactly the noises I heard were. Eventually I saw and reached a point near the entrance to the canal, and between the jogging trail and the actual park to hide out. I crouched down between the trees and bushes to better blend in, and it was then that I realized just how close I actually was to the parking lot. Turning towards, and peering through the brush, I was actually able to catch glimpses of cars and people moving through it. This not only alarmed me, but also added more fuel to my burning fire of arousal. I had never been so openly exposed as I was at that moment, and I only wished I was allowed the pleasure of just touching myself, to release my building tension. As I stayed in my hiding spot waiting for the sun to set, I just stared at the different cars and people I could see moving in the distance. I was no more than fifty feet away from them, totally naked and vulnerable, but yet almost entirely hidden from their view. If anyone of them even took a moment to look hard enough in my direction, surely they would have seen me; maybe not all of me, but definitely would know I was there. So as I watched intently, my pussy became more and more saturated with arousal, and my mind began to crave more attention. When I just couldn't take it anymore, and before the sun had even reached the mountain tops, I stood up, and decided to push myself to begin my journey home in broad daylight. Maybe it was a way to keep from thinking of all the devilish thoughts of what would happen if anyone actually spotted me, or maybe I just wanted to challenge myself; to see if I could actually make it home without the cover of night, and without being seen. This may have been a bad decision on my part, but at the time nothing could have kept me from doing it. I was determined and focused on completing my task. It took me only moment to reach the entrance to the canal, and it was that moment that I took the time in my head to decide that going any further meant that I could not go back, that I had to continue and risk being caught. Once I reached the entrance, my mind was made up, I was doing it. I knew that inside the canal wasn't very wide, and that it was bordered on both sides by seven foot high, cinder block walls. The walls were for the housing and the streets on the other side of them to keep the canal from being an eye sore in the community. The canal was simply a concrete ditch that sloped in towards the middle about four feet, and its only purpose was to capture and direct any flood water away from the streets when it rained. Even when a road crossed over it, there was either a tunnel made under the road, or the road simply was bridged over it; and it is only at those particular points in which the public had any access to it. I only knew this because the road into my neighborhood has a bridge that crosses it. Therefore I felt relatively safe using it as my route home, for I also knew hardly anyone ever used it. All of this information only made my decision that much easier, and once I was inside the canal I hadn't a care in the world. Though I could hear cars passing by on the other side of the wall, and people talking as they walked just feet away on the other side, I was never happier. I casually walked along the upper part of the canal along the wall that bordered the homes on my left; I knew going down the slope of the canal would be tough, and getting back up would be even tougher. The only thing that did concern me was the sound of my clicking heels on the hard concrete, so when I would hear the voices of others on the other side I would make sure to move a bit more quietly until the voices subsided. The entire walk was invigorating, and before I knew it I had made it to my neighborhood and the point in which I had to come up with a plan on making it to the rest of my house. Since I had left the park while the sun remained in the sky, I had made it to the exit while it was still daylight as well. My neighborhood was small, but because of the time of day traffic on the bridge would be steady from people coming home from work. I decided to hide out under the bridge until I could formulate a new plan. I sat under the bridge waiting as if some obvious answer of hope was going to arise in my brain, but I knew that I had the same two options I had while at the park: wait for darkness, or go now and hope to not be caught. Once again, the more I waited, and the more outside noise I heard, the more my wild side became triggered. I knew that no students that attended my school lived in the neighborhood, and neither did anyone I work with. In fact, there wasn't really anybody that lived in my neighborhood that knew me all that well. There were a few that I had a few casual conversations with, but nothing personal. It was this bit of knowledge that sparked me to once again push myself to continue on, daylight and all. Before I could talk myself out of it, I stood up and began to stroll towards the exit of the canal, and enter my neighborhood. I lived two streets down and to the left about a hundred yards; all in all I was about six hundred yards away. As I walked I made sure to keep my eyes looking forward and focused on the getting home. I made it to the first street without seeing anyone, or anyone seeing me. It was at the half way point, between streets, that a car passed me. The car slowed as it passed, but did not stop. I could feel my legs weaken with fear, but managed to maintain my focus. I reached my street and turned left; luckily no one was present at the moment. Passing by my neighbor's houses, I wondered if anyone was looking out their windows and could see me; my excitement was literally dripping down my legs. I was almost home when another car passed me and pulled into the driveway six houses down from mine. As I continued to my house, the driver, a woman in her thirties, got out and started staring at me in disbelief as she walk inside her home. I had only a few hundred more feet until I reached my house, and was thankful for it. I did not know if I would have been able to take being seen by anyone else. The only thing that kept me from running the rest of the way, was the thought of Sage. I was able to use the thought of her guiding me as a way of keeping calm. It worked and I managed to make it to my house without having a break down. However, once I reached my house I remembered I had no way of getting inside, and further more no way of getting out of the cuffs. I would have to wait for Sage to show up, and considering she said she was going to a party, I had no way of knowing when she would arrive. It could be the middle of the night for all I knew. I was relegated to remain outside until she arrived, but thankfully I lived in an old style home that had an attached front porch that I was able to hide out in. I sat down, which was not easy without the ability to use my arms, and waited. My mind went over the entire day, everything that happened, everything that could have happened, and also what laid ahead for me in the future with Sage. The more I thought about my relationship with her, the more I was able to forget I was stranded, nude on my porch. Unfortunately, the more I thought, the more I became turned on. I was in agony, and with no other option but to wait it out. What a wait it was; I was always in fear that a neighbor would come up to knock on my door and find me. I kept coming up with all the horrible scenarios that could occur, but fortunately none of them happened. After hours of agonizing waiting, and as the daylight gave way to night, Sage finally arrived. She said nothing, but simply smiled and signaled for me to stand. Struggling to my feet, Sage had me face away from her as she removed the cuffs from my sore wrists. I remained facing away as I heard her open the door to my house before speaking out to me. "Come inside so the real fun can begin." Cynthia's Submission Ch. 06 That night was probably the best night of my life. When Sage unlocked me and took me inside my heart fluttered. She lead me directly to my bedroom, and once there, had me undress her. I was beaming with pride and accomplishment as I did. Her form was perfection, and she had me spend most of the night pleasuring her. I kissed her entire body, tasted all she had to offer, and love every second if it. The fact that I didn't receive any direct pleasure was not an issue, for just being allowed the opportunity to please my mistress was enough for me. When she finally had enough, she pulled me up and into her arms, where we drifted off to sleep; capping the perfect night for me. I awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower running, and was saddened to know that I didn't get the opportunity to cuddle with Sage in the morning. Not letting that issue deter my joyful spirit I remained in bed, basking in the afterglow of a wonderful experience the night before. Moments later I heard the shower shut off, and then Sage appeared from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her body still glistened with moisture as she spoke. "Oh good, you are awake. I want you to get washed up quickly and then go out and make me breakfast. Last night may have been special for you, but do not forget your role as my sub slut. Our night together was nothing more than a sign of my appreciation for your commitment to me, and should not be considered the norm. Is this understood my slut?" "Yes mistress." With a bit of shock and bewilderment, I stood up and retreated to the vacant bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. As I washed away the night before, I thought of how naïve I was for thinking that my relationship with Sage had progressed into anything further than a dominant and subordinate relationship. I was happy to still have her in my life, and knew that being her sub was special to me; I wasn't going to bother, or even engage in any further ideas of anything more. Cleaned up, I exited the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen. I was still naked, and could feel the chill of the air conditioning on my skin as I walked through my house. Once in the kitchen I began making a quick, brunch style breakfast. I scrambled some eggs, prepared toast, and even cut up some avocado. Breakfast was finished within twenty minutes, and Sage entered the kitchen just as I was setting the plates out onto the table. She gave me a stern look, as she walked over, and then began heatedly speaking. "What do you think you are doing slut? Little teacher sub sluts like you aren't allowed to eat at the table with their mistress. They must eat on the floor like a proper slave. Now get down on the floor, sitting on your heels, while I set your breakfast up properly." "Yes mistress." Sage then proceeded to take my plate back over towards the kitchen while I got into the position she had ordered me into. She returned moments later with my food inside of a bowl, and all mashed together. "Here you are slut; I made sure to break up your food some to make it easier to eat since you are not allowed to use utensils, or even your hands. Enjoy, because I have big plans for today and I want you to be well nourished for them." I was then left to eat out of the bowl on the floor, while Sage sat at the table. The food wasn't bad, but rather weird. I have never just used my mouth to eat, and because everything was smashed together my face was becoming quite the mess. The first few bites were fine, but as I ate more, I had to further push my face into the bowl, causing the creamy avocado to smear on my cheeks and nose. I was feeling very degraded to say the least, until Sage finished her breakfast and got up to finish getting ready. As she passed me she gave me an approving pat on the head, as if I was her pet, and I no longer felt degraded, but rather special and privileged. I finished my bowl of food, cleaned the dishes along with my face, and returned to my bedroom to find out what Sage had in store for me next. Upon entering the bedroom, I found her standing over my dresser going through her purse. She retrieved her digital camera from her bag, and turned to speak to me. "I hope that you got enough to eat, because as we spend the day together I don't think there will be too much time for you to fit in any lunch. We are going to be taken some more photos that I know you love to pose for and we might even go out for a bit of location shots. Before that however, I want some shots of you inside and outside of your own home, looking like a true submissive. Now go get the bag from last night so I can get you 'dressed' properly." "Yes mistress." I retrieved the bag from the hall, and returned to Sage, handing it to her as I approached. She set it on the bed and pulled out the hand cuffs, and the heels. Also, from somewhere inside the she produced a ball gag, a collar, and a red marker. She must have put the items inside after she left me naked at the park. Wherever they came from, I knew how they were going to be used, and I was soon strapped into the different restraints. Once I was properly secured, with my hands behind me, gag in my mouth, and a collar around my neck, Sage took to writing out a message on my abdomen with the red marker. When she finished, I looked down and deciphered the message; it read "Teacher SubSlut" in large red letters. A little worried about the vulgar message Sage had written across my belly, I looked up to her to gain some possible comfort, but was surprised to see she had already held up the camera and was taking pictures. I was caught off guard, and my eyes shot wide open with shock. Fortunately, I was able to calm myself as Sage soon spoke, providing me with the different poses she wanted me to take and where to go inside my house. She had me pose all over the inside of my house in a variety of different poses; I think that when we finished the inside part of the shoot, we must have cover every square inch of my house. I had a joy after the initial shock; the message on my stomach was a distant memory, and we time flew. By the time we finished up inside, an hour had passed and I was expecting a bit of a break. Unfortunately, Sage had other plans, and I was soon be ushered out to my back yard. Quickly, all my fears came flooding back, and I was once again nervous about the message on my abs. My backyard is not large, and neither is it concealed. Either of my neighbors on the two sides could have easily seen me if they happened to look over the walls. Granted there are walls that separates my yard from theirs, but they all simply only four and a half feet high, and give me very little privacy; especially in the state I now found myself in. However, as inside, once Sage began snapping off pictures and directing me into different poses, all my fears melted away and I was lost in her command. We spent another twenty minutes out in the back yard, and before I realized it I was out in front of my house; Sage had somehow been able to simply direct me out there through the guise of poses and orders. Even as I was opening my side gate and posing my way along the side of my house, I never noticed just exactly where we were heading. It wasn't until she instructed me to bend over in front of my porch that it occurred to me just where I was. Fortunately, I was too far involved in following my mistress' commands to even begin to let fear sink in. Sage simply just continued taking pictures with no regards to anything else, but eventually after another ten minutes of a barrage of poses, she finished and led me back inside. Once inside, she removed the handcuffs and instructed I find a coat to wear while we went out. I quickly scampered off to my closet and grabbed a short, trench style, black coat. Knowing I would more than likely not be allowed any other clothes, I made sure it was long enough to fully cover me, but not too long to cover everything. Bringing the coat back to Sage, she removed the gag, but left the collar and heels on, and then had me put on the jacket. She would not let me button the jacket, but did allow for me to use of the belt to cinch it closed. With my coat on, and barely covering me at all, Sage put the gag and cuffs into her purse, along with her camera, and led the way to my car. She drove us into the city and to large office complex, that she said she believed to be pretty deserted on the weekends. As we pulled into the parking lot, it looked as if she was right; not another car in sight. She parked in the rear of the lot, and had me get out. When she came around to my side, she immediately got the gag out of her bag, and put it back into my mouth. The cuffs remained in her bag for the moment, and she began to guide towards the office buildings. As we walked, she once again pulled out her camera and began to take pictures and have me begin posing. When we got closer to the office buildings, she had me untie the belt holding close my jacket, and let it fall open. Sage had me once again focused on posing for pictures, and not at all caring about the possibility of being seen by someone. We covered the entire complex it seemed, taking pictures; and eventually my coat came off, leaving me once again nude outdoors. Sage seemed to take extra pleasure in having me pose next to doors that had company names on them, or even signs with distinguishing logos on them. After a half hour of different poses, Sage finally had us stop near the center of the complex that had a picnic eating area. It was there that the cuffs re-emerged from Sage's bag, and where they were reapplied to me, restraining me to a table. Sage began taking more pictures of me in the helpless state, making sure to get every single angle. When she was satisfies with the pictures, she spoke. "Ok my little sub slut, wait here while I go back to the car and get something from the car. Can you be a good little teacher slut, and wait for me?" Though I was shocked at what she was asking, I answered the only way I knew I could; with a nod of my head. Once I did, Sage turned away, and left me there; alone, naked, and restrained in the middle of an office complex. I had no way of knowing if, or when she would be back. Also, my fear about the message inked across my abs came shooting back into my mind. The only thing that would make be found by someone else would be them reading such a vulgar, but true, statement written on me, about me. Fortunately, I wasn't left to stew in my fears for too long before Sage returned and with the tire iron from my car in her hand. As she approached she explained exactly what would be happening. "Happy to see me again slut; I hope you weren't too nervous being left all alone. Well I am back now, and as you can see I brought an interesting device back with me. You see, I am going to let you out of your restraints and allow you use this piece to pleasure yourself while I capture it all with my camera. Is this understood my little teacher cunt slut?" I nodded my head again and with that, she undid the cuffs, and handed me the tire iron. I almost immediately, upon being handed the iron, had my legs open and the thick end of it entering my dripping wet pussy. I was lost in my assault on my own snatch, that I didn't even notice Sage, or even care where I was. It wasn't until I came down from my orgasm that I came back to reality, and Sage once again spoke. "Very impressive slut, you really took to being a complete street whore. I am very proud of you, and I think it is time we get back to your house." Her last statement deeply touched me, for I had made my mistress proud. I was so caught up with my success, that as we walked back to the car, I hadn't a care that I was doing so completely naked. In fact, I didn't even put the coat back on in the car. I simply rode home nude and beaming with a sense of accomplishment. Back inside my home Sage began to speak again, giving me yet more orders to follow. "Ok, slut now that we are back I need to use your computer to edit the pictures I have taken of you today. While I do so you will be under the desk performing oral sex on me. You will not stop until I strictly state, and you will not be allowed the use of your hands. I am going to go through each picture and adjust them as best I can to try and make you look presentable, so be that should be an indication of just how long you should expect to have your face buried in my crotch." With that she led the way to my home office, and proceeded to undress as she indicated that I should take my place under the desk. Once she had her clothing off, and was sitting down I instinctively began my duties licking her sweet pussy. I was in heaven the entire time I was under the desk, and from some of the sounds Sage made I think she too was enjoying herself. It took Sage quite a bit of time to finish editing the pictures, but did not mind one bit; for I could have spent the rest of the day eating out my mistress. Unfortunately, once she was done so too was I and she had me come up from under the desk before instructing me further. "Ok, well that certainly was an enjoyable experience, but unfortunately it has to end now. I have to get home before my parents do, they went out of town for the week and get back this evening. Also, since you did such an excellent job serving me today, you can have tomorrow all to yourself. The only thing is that you are not allowed to masturbate, and you must call me before you go to bed tomorrow night. Is this all clear slut?" I nodded my head and replied yes. I felt proud to have made my mistress happy, but at the same time felt disappointed that I would not see her again until Monday. She left with out any further signal of appreciation, or even disappointment. Just simply left, leaving my alone and naked, and I knew immediately that until Monday morning, I would be unable to focus. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 07 For the rest of the evening I wandered my house naked and unsure of what to do with myself. Sage had only left a few hours previously and I was already lost. The only thing I knew was not allowed was masturbation; anything else was left up to me. I remained naked simply because I had learned to love the way it felt, and I did not even wash off the message that was tagged across my abdomen. I was just lost. I couldn't remain still for more than a few minutes. I kept thinking about Sage, about the pictures she took, what to expect from her in the future, and how much I already missed. There would be no way I could go an entire day with seeing her. Eventually, I came up with a plan to relax and drew myself a warm bubble bath. Soaking in the tub, my anxious nerves melted away, and I was able to just enjoy the warming sensation of the water and the calming of the lavender scented bubbles. It was if nothing else was of importance in my world, and everything just simply melted away as I allowed myself to fall into a deep relaxation. So much so that I drifted off to a peaceful sleep, and did not awake until I heard phone ringing from inside the bedroom. Somewhat startled back awake, I slowly lifted myself out of the tub, and dried myself off as my cell finished ringing. Wrapping the towel around myself, I went to retrieve my phone to see who had called; it was my mother, so I called her back. We spoke for awhile, catching up with each other, and discussing what was going in our lives. Of course I purposely left out my budding relationship with my student mistress, but to be honest, I don't think that is really something you share with your mother. Our conversation drew on for a while and after that while, the activities of the week and the past day began to catch up to me. I found that I was becoming rapidly tired, and had to end the call with my mother, as to not to fall asleep on the phone. After hanging up I rolled over on my bed, still wrapped in the towel with my hair wet, and drifted off to sleep once again. I slept so well that I didn't wake up until late the next morning. The towel was long gone, and I was lying naked on top of my bed spread; however, I felt rejuvenated and refreshed. Pulling myself out of bed, I headed straight to the bathroom to clean myself up; falling asleep with wet hair never results in a good look when you wake up. When I exited the shower, I still felt renewed and decided to catch up on some grading I had put off during the week with Sage. However, I decided to do it in a way that I had not done before; I was going to do it in the nude. With the new injection of energy I had, I felt compelled to spend the day naked, and to enjoy the day off from my submission. Since I had begun submitting to Sage, a lot of my other students work had gone ungraded, which meant I had a lot of work to do to get caught up. In a way though, the idea of doing it naked made it seem exciting, and I actually jumped right into it, losing myself in the process. By the time I got caught up and finished all of the grading, it was late afternoon, and my stomach was screaming to be fed. I thought about making something to eat, but out of the blue a wicked idea popped into my head. I immediately went in search of the yellow pages to find a number for a pizza delivery. I don't know where the idea came from, but once it got into my head I was determined to go through with it. Once I got the number from the phonebook, I eagerly dialed it and ordered a medium cheese pizza. The operator told me it would be about twenty minutes, and instantly my heart began to flutter with anticipation. At first, I thought about answering the door in a towel and having it drop, exposing myself, but thought that seemed too cheesy. Then I thought about wearing skimpy clothing as I opened the door, but that just didn't seem as though it would give me the excitement I wanted to receive. I finally decided on just plain answering the door nude; make it seem as though nothing was amiss with doing so, that it is completely natural to answer the door to a delivery man naked. Set and satisfied with my plan, I began to put away all of the papers I had graded and eagerly waited for the pizza to arrive. The wait felt excruciatingly long, and I thought for a moment that it may never arrive; that I possibly gave the operator the wrong address by mistake. Fortunately, those thoughts were pushed aside when the sound of the door bell rang out, and signaled it was time for my-self imposed exposure to begin. I took one final deep breath and slowly stood up from the chair I was waiting in. I only had a few nerve racking step to make before reaching the door, and with each one my heart raced faster. As I reached out for the door knob, my body began to tremble and my arm began to shake a bit. Taking a moment to steady myself, I took another deep breath before finally reaching out and turning the door knob. In the brief seconds of remaining cover that the opening door provided for me, I almost backed out; I almost slammed the door back shut and ran to hide. However, I did no such thing; I simply allowed the door to swing open and expose my naked form to the unsuspecting delivery person. As I came into view of the younger, somewhat attractive, delivery boy, he almost dropped my pizza and was in a state of frozen shock. I was equally shocked for just how daring I was being on my own, but I knew I wasn't quite out of the woods yet. In my nervous state to answer the door, I had forgotten to grab the money to pay for the meal. With the delivery boy still in shock, I spoke to knock him out of his daze. "Oh, thank you for getting here so quickly; if you can just wait here for a second I have to go and grab my wallet." He said nothing in response, but simply nodded his head as his eyes were transfixed on my nude body. I turned back towards the inside of my house and left him standing there to stare at me as I walked back to grab my wallet. It was in my purse which I had left on the table it clear view of the door way. I quickly grabbed the wallet and returned to the statue of a delivery boy at my front door. Reaching into my wallet I pulled out the money and extended my hand to pay him. It took him a moment to pull himself together enough to grab the cash from me and hand the pizza over to me. I told him to keep the change and swiftly closed to door, finally breaking his gaze. With the door shut, I braced myself on the wall as I regained my composure. My heart was racing, and I had a buzz of electricity running through my body. I had to catch myself from reaching down and playing with my dripping wet pussy. It would have been against Sage's orders, and I in no way wanted to disappoint my mistress. The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful; I ate a few slices of pizza while I remained nude, and simply tried to busy myself so that time would pass. After watching a made for TV movie, I decided to surf the internet and check my emails. Once logged in, I was pleasantly surprised to see an email sent from Sage sitting in my inbox. Upon opening the message, I realized it wasn't actually a message at all, but simply a link to a private online photo account. Needless to say, I quickly click the link and was brought to a simple photo album of myself from the day before. At first the online album scared me; how was I to know that no one else had access to it. Sure it was set to private, but that doesn't mean Sage hadn't shared it with anyone else, or that it couldn't be hacked. However, after my initial reaction I was able to can myself; knowing that I had to trust my mistress to truly have my well being at heart. If I want to submit to her, I was going to have to completely do so and not second guess her. With my nerves steadied, I began to go through the album picture by picture. I was fascinated by not only how sexy and submissive I looked, but also just how daring I was. It is just amazing to think about the level of danger, in the sense of my career, that I am willing to get myself into to prove my devotion to Sage. As each pictured passed over my screen, the more daring and risky it looked, and the more into it I appeared. In fact, just looking at the pictures I began to create a puddle of arousal on my chair. There were literally hundreds of pictures of me in various poses and states of arousal, and with each one I carefully examined it; looking for any reason why I was willing to serve Sage so willingly. By the time I had gotten through them all, two hours had passed and all I could determine was that Sage just simply was able to pull my submissive behavior out of me; from somewhere deep down inside my being. Understanding that, I became happy that she had, for I could not remember a time in my adult life that I felt so open and free. Even though I was under the control of another, I was happier than I could believe and was craving to have more. Finishing my viewing of the very erotic pictures of myself, it was thankfully late evening and I had successfully managed to have the hours fly by. Remembering the only other instruction Sage had left me with, I searched out my phone to call her before attempting to go to bed. When she answered after the second ring, I was filled with joy to hear her voice. "Hello my slut, are we going to bed already?" I looked at the clock and noticed it was only 8:00pm, and answered in a way I hoped would please her. "Well mistress, I hadn't really noticed the time, but I do deeply wish to see you and feel that if I go to bed now I won't have to continue to agonize over not being able to until the morning." "I can understand your reason for wanting to get to bed early, but unfortunately I think you should be required to complete another task before calling it a night. Does this sound reasonable to you slut?" "Yes mistress, anything to please you." "Good, I just hope you keep the same attitude once I tell you what is expected of you for tonight. I want you to treat yourself to a late movie; I believe there are a few showing at 11:00 pm at the multiplex tonight. Pick one you don't think will be too crowed because you will being having a bit of fun during the viewing. You are to wear a tight, form fitting dress with your highest heels, and nothing else. Once inside the theatre, go to the back row and wait until the movie begins. Next, you will remove your dress, and toss it a few seats over to your left. How does this sound so far slut?" "Anything you order me to do sounds good to me mistress. I am simply your slut to have do as you wish." "I'm glad to hear that slut; you are really becoming a good little whore. Anyways, once you are naked in the theatre, you will remain so until I text you with further information. Get yourself ready slut, you don't want to miss the previews. Oh, and remember, no masturbating. Have fun." With that the phone went silent, and I was left to ponder my new adventure for the night. There was not a single doubt I would do as I was ordered, but I did wonder what else Sage would have planned for me. I replaced the phone and went to my closet to pick out my tightest dress and my highest heels. What I pulled out was a snug, black cotton dress that went to about mid thigh with a simple swoop neckline and spaghetti straps that went over the shoulders. I had not worn it in such a long time, that I was surprised I still owned it. It was, at one time, my go to dress in college when I would go out clubbing with my friends. Since then it has faded some, but I knew it would still fit me like a glove. I slipped it over my head and pulled it into place. Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed that not only had the black faded some, but the material had become for sheer than I had remembered. I most have washed it to many times back in college on the wrong setting, or something. I could just barely make out the outlines of my nipples, and if standing in the right light my mound could also be seen. Fortunately I was going to be inside a dark theatre so no one would really notice anyways; plus I would be taking it off once inside anyways. The heels I grabbed to go with the dress were five inch, black, stilettos and they had an open toe. With them on, they really elongated my legs and made the dress seem even shorter. I was happy with the way I looked, and with it only being 8:45pm I figured I should get something to eat and get myself made up before I left for the movie. I peeled the dress and heels off, and headed to the kitchen to reheat some pizza for dinner before showering. After my shower, I did my hair and makeup, (a girls got to look good even if it is for a late night movie showing), and got redressed into the tight black dress, and erotically high heels. It was a little before ten o'clock when I was finished getting ready, and I decided to heed Sage's advice of getting to the theatre early as to not miss the previews; also it would allow me to better decide which movie would be the least crowded. I only lived a few minutes away from the movie theatre, and when I arrived I only counted ten cars in the parking lot. Figuring that at least four probably belonged to people working in the theatre, I assumed the rest belonged to other patrons. Making me feel even better was the fact that there was nobody outside buying tickets, which I took to mean they were already inside watching a movie, and would not be seeing any of the eleven o'clock films. I waited in my car, which I parked a few rows to the left of the main entrance, for another fifteen minutes to see if anyone else would show up before getting out of my car to buy a ticket. No one else was showed up while I was buying a ticket, but it was still thirty minutes until the showing started and I knew there could be a chance of someone arriving close to the start time. There were only two movies showing at eleven o'clock, and I decided on the one that had been in theatres the longest; figuring it would be the one most everyone else had already seen. I got some looks from the girl taking my ticket as I strolled inside, but nothing I wasn't use to. I simply thanked for her help and made my way to my movie. Since I was the only one for the moment, I was able to pick my seat in the back row, dead center. As I waited for the movie to began, and answered the silly trivia questions to myself, I started to become more and more aware about what I would soon be doing. I was going to be watching a movie, in a public theatre, completely nude. Who in their right mind does such a thing? Will I guess I knew the answer to that question, but while on the one hand I was pondering the insanity of the act, on the other hand I was becoming rapidly more excited in anticipation of doing such a forbidden task. My pussy was becoming saturated with arousal, and my nipples were poking out so much I thought they were going to punch holes in my dress. About five minutes before the lights went down and the previews began to play, an usher came in to check if anyone was actually inside. I took that to mean I should not expect any other patrons to arrive. He must have been hoping to close the film room early to save time, but when he noticed me all the way in the back he just smiled and turned back out. I smiled back and let out a sigh of relief in knowing there was a great chance I would be alone for the movie. Sitting through the previews in the dark theatre, my legs began to shake nervously up and down. My heart began to race, and my arousal grew further. I couldn't even tell you what previews were shown; I was too wrapped up in the idea of removing my dress and sitting naked as I waited for Sage to call while I watched a movie. The moment of truth finally came; the movie began to play and had to steady my nerves. Taking three quick breathes I removed my dress as if it were a band-aid; in one swift motion. Once it was off I had to quickly toss it away to my left, as to not have the opportunity to chicken out. I sat stoned still in my seat; unable to move or relax. My heart was racing and a body temperature rose even in the air conditioned theatre. It took a few minutes, but eventually I was able to sit back in my chair and begin to calm down some. I was basically a waterfall of sex by that point, with my seat cushion getting rather damp. Five minutes into the movie and still no one showed. I looked over to where I threw my dress, but I could not see it in the darkness. With each minute that passed and no one came in, I became more and more relaxed. However, I wasn't focused on the movie either; in fact I think I may have been just staring blankly at the screen for the most part while I pondered just exactly the risk level of my task. I had to keep mentally reminding myself not to touch my over-charged pussy, as it would have been against Sage's direct orders. Forty five minutes had passed, and I was still alone. I had become so comfortable in my nude setting that when my phone rang with further instructions from Sage, I had my feet up on the chair in front of me and was slouched down enjoying the movie. The sound of the phone startled me, but I quickly retrieved it from my purse and answered it to the sound of Sage's voice. "Hello my little teacher sub-slut; how is the movie going, are you the only one their?" "Hello mistress. To be honest mistress, I haven't been paying too much attention to the movie, but I am indeed alone." "That is to be expected, this is the first time you have ever attempted watching a film in a theatre completely naked. As for you being all alone, it might make completing your next task that much easier. I want you to firstly, upon getting off the phone with me, to take a few pictures of yourself sitting naked in your seat and send them to me. After that, you are to stand and make your way to the exit; leaving your dress and purse behind, but taking you phone with you. Once you reach the exit you will take a few more pictures of yourself by the inside of the door, as well as outside of the door. It will probably be best if you make sure the coast is clear before doing so. Once you have completed that, you are to scurry over to one of the 'coming soon' movie posters and take another picture in front of it. After that you will have the option between two possible scenarios: first one being that you return to the theatre and finish the movie while remaining naked and then getting redressed before going home, or the second option of returning to the theatre to get your purse, exiting out the back door naked and leaving your dress behind before walking around to your car and taking one final picture of yourself in front of the multiplex. It is up to you which option you choose, but after each you are to call me once you arrive home, and it should be noted that whichever choice you make will determine a different result when you call me. Is all of this clear my slut?" With my mouth agape, I responded as I knew she wanted, and the way I knew I truly felt. "Yes mistress, everything is completely understood, and your slut is happy to comply." "Very well then; have a delightful time slut." As usual, the phone went silent, and I was left to mull over what was expected of me. I already knew the first two steps in my new task could be easily accomplished, and was actually looking forward to getting them done. The picture in front of the movie poster was a bit scary, but I knew that were my theatre was located it wasn't in clear view of the employees working in the front. The only thing I would have to worry about would be anyone walking through the corridor, and since it was late the chances of that were even slight. As far as the last step went, my option between more or less exposure, it seemed obvious to choose the first option of getting home fully dress and not risking any further exposure. Then again, I did like the idea of going through with the second option; the idea of arriving at a place dressed and then leaving completely naked filled my body with shock waves of arousal. Also, if I did choose option two, it would make Sage happy, and maybe even impress her. That alone would be reason enough. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 07 Flip-flopping between the two options for a moment, I decided to make a firm decision after I had completed all of the other required parts to the task. Let me see how I felt once everything else was out of the way. With that I got my camera app running on my phone and quickly snapped off four pictures of myself sitting naked in the movies; each one more graphic then one before it. Once those got sent off too Sage, I stood up and slowly crept my way to the main entrance of the room. Though I was completely alone, I still felt as though I had to be quite and sneak my way down to it; this only added fuel to my already out of control sexual fire. I eventually reached the door, and immediately captured the first picture of me standing on the inside it. Before moving on to the next pictures, I peaked my head outside to make sure no one was about. Confident that the coast was clear, at least for the moment, I went ahead and took the next two pictures. The first one was of me holding the door open and standing in the threshold, and the second was me standing outside of the theatre with the door shut behind me. My heart was racing and I still had one more picture to take. Before I moved on to it, I decided to go ahead and send Sage the three by the door first to allow my nerves to come back down. With the pictures sent, I peered around the wall of the theatre entrance and into the hall way. I was not only looking to see if it was clear, but also trying to decide where the nearest poster was from me. I located one about two hundred feet away on the opposite side of the hall, and decided to make a break for it while no one was around. I reached the poster, and quickly attempted to capture the picture but unfortunately dropped my phone. Fearful that at any moment someone could appear down the hall, I scramble to pick it back up. Luckily, I was more successful on my second attempt and got the picture before retreating back to the entrance of my movie. I sent off the poster picture, and then reached for the door. It was at this moment I realized I still had a decision to make. Since I still had a buzz of sexual energy flowing though me, the decision was simple, and felt as if it wasn't one at all; I was going to go with option two, simply because at that moment of sexual arousal it quite simply seemed to be the obvious progression of the night. Refocused, I swung the door open confidently, returned to my seat to grab my purse, click my heels back down the aisle to the back exit, and left the theatre into the back alley completely naked. Once the chill of the night air hit my uncovered skin, I realized just exactly what I had gotten myself in to. Almost on cue, the exit door swung back shut, locking me outside and making continuing on my only viable option. Taking my usual deep breath to steady myself, I began the trek down the alley towards the front of the multiplex. As I walked I realized that the alley was located on the right side of the building; meaning that because of where I had parked, I would have to cross in front of the main entrance to the theatre. If I had known I would be leaving the movie nude via the side alley, I may have chosen to park differently. However, I did not stop to ponder the issue, but instead kept walking until I reached the corner of the building. At the corner, I slowly peaked around to see what may lie ahead of me. No one was about, and I was pretty sure that no one would be inside the ticket booth as all the movies for the night were nearly over. I also looked to the parking lot to see how many cars were there. It seemed that most of the cars that were there when I arrived, had left; leaving only a few remaining, and two new vehicles parked in the first two closest spots. Figuring that there would be no other better time to make my move, I emerged from around the corner and began walking in the direction of my car. As I reached the point in which would be directly in front of the right side, glass, entrance doors, I slowed to see if any employees were in view. To my luck, there were not, and I quickly stepped my way to the cover of the empty ticket booth in the middle part of the building. The only reason I kept close to the front of the building rather than sneaking through the darker parking lot, was not because I enjoyed the extra added thrill, though that was a plus, it was because I still had to take my final picture to prove which option I chose to Sage. I had decided in the alley way that the best picture to prove my choice would be one of me standing in front of the ticket booth. So when I reached the limited cover provided by it, I pulled out my phone, snapped off a picture, and sent it to my mistress. With that detail out of the way, I confidently walked towards my parked car, heels clicking on the pavement, and without even looking to see if anyone could see me through the left side, windowed doors. I got into my car beaming with the joy of accomplishment and raw sexual energy. The drive back to my house was a blur, and didn't even think twice about my neighbors as I exited my car and entered my front door. Inside, I immediately called Sage; it was twelve thirty in the morning. After two rings she answered cheerfully. "Well done slut. I am impressed with your commitment to serving me, and carrying out my desires for you. For doing such an excellent job of completing your tasks, you be rewarded be being allowed to masturbate to completion tonight. As for tomorrow, I want you to meet me at school early again; and as you did before, you are to be nude. Is this clear sub-slut?" "Yes mistress, and thank you for the opportunity to pleasure myself tonight." "Your welcome and I will see you bright and early tomorrow morning slut." The line went silent, and I sprinted to my bedroom to pleasure myself. Upon hitting the bed, my hand was on my pussy, and I almost immediately achieved climax. It only took me a few quick seconds before I did, and when I did it was explosive. All of the tension that had built up from the day's events was expelled in one violent, orgasmic, moment. Coming down from it I almost fell asleep as I was; heels on and half hanging off the bed. Fortunately, I was able to get enough life back to set my bedside alarm, and remove my heels before crawling under the sheets to pass out. I fell asleep dreaming of the possibilities that lay ahead of me the next day at school. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 08 Small note, I have realized that the last name of the lead character has changed a few times throughout the chapters. To correct this error and to keep things consistent, Cynthia's last name from here on out will be what it was originally stated; Miss Watts. Also, I would like to apologize for the long delay for this part to the story; I just have not been able to focus on writing it the way I have wanted to. I hope you enjoy reading this next installment. * That next morning I did as I was told by Sage, and arrived at school naked. In fact that was a common theme for us, as I arrived naked each day for the next two weeks. Each day Sage would have me perform certain tasks, make sure to take plenty of pictures of me, and then usually minutes before the morning bell was about to ring would she provide me with the clothing I was to wear for the day. For the most part it was nothing overly provocative, but they each had their unique feature that would keep my on my toes and aroused throughout the day. Whether that it was no panties, a short skirt, flimsy open top, or a semi sheer piece, I always wore what Sage provided without any questions or hesitations. It also wasn't uncommon for me to have a butt plug in for the day, and in fact I became accustomed to the feeling and was almost disappointed on the days Sage did not require it to be in. As for the weekends, let's just say they were not boring. After those two weeks our master/sub relationship progressed and became more defined, and Sage began to allow me to come dressed to school; but only under her strict dress code of which she provided for me the night before. We would still meet at school early and I was still to perform to her liking, but I for the most part remained clothed. The weekends where still as exciting as always, in the sense I never knew what was to be expected, and I slowly began to allow Sage to have complete control over my life. As it has been stated, I had already given over control to what I wear, and pretty much what I did with the majority of my days, but as our relationship grew I eventually gave over complete control of my finances, my work account information, and pretty much any other decision making role in my life. Over the months leading towards holiday break, we seemed more connected to each other than ever; or at least I felt more connected to Sage. Even when I had a couple close calls, I never doubted my Mistress' control or word. One in particular close call happened about a month before break, and of course occurred in my classroom. It was after school on a Friday, and Sage had requested I meet her at a book store for some rather exciting fun. She had also requested that I change into an outfit that she had left for me before leaving my classroom. As the final dismissal bell rang for the day, and my last student filed out the room, I closed the door behind them and retrieved the bag that contained the outfit I was to change into. I dumped its contents onto one of the student desks in the front row and was instantly aroused at what I saw. In front of me lay a pair of tight grey workout shorts, a white sports bra, my tennis shoes, my collar, and a normal sized black butt plug. Without a thought, I quickly stripped out of my work clothes and was lubing up my ass to get the plug into place. Once it was inside of me, I instinctively put on my collar and then pulled the shorts up into place. It took some effort because of how tight they were, but I eventually got them on. However, just as I did and was reaching for the bra, there was a quick knock at my door, followed by its opening up quickly after the knock. I was stunned still as the teacher down the hall, Mrs. Bensky came inside my room unannounced. At first she did not notice the state of undress I was in, and I could do nothing more than just stand there shocked. Within seconds though she realized exactly what she had just walked in on, and apologized profusely before turning around and leaving. I was in a state of awe of what had just occurred; I was just walked in on while changing my clothes and I was topless. If she had been a few seconds sooner, she would have seen me completely nude or worse, bent over trying to put my butt plug into place. I was certainly lucky neither of those scenarios had occurred, for it would have been far harder to explain myself. Fortunately, the outfit that Sage had provided for me did allow for explanation. Understanding this fact, I shock myself out of the state of shock and got the bra and shoes on in a hurry. I gathered up the rest of my belongings and headed over to explain away the recent encounter to Mrs. Bensky. I walked to her room and entered slowly, before greeting her with a somewhat friendly/awkward smile and an apology. She apologized as well, and asked why I was topless in my room. I explained to her that I was going for a run after school, and didn't what to go all the way home to change since the trail I run is closer to the school. The workout attire fit this story perfectly, even if it was rather revealing and tight. The only piece that did not fit, and that was on display, was the collar, but fortunately Mrs. Bensky did not ask about it. Instead she seemed to accept the explanation, and even seemed to understand the situation. With some parting apologies, and a reminder from Mrs. Bensky that I might want to remember locking my door, I left to meet up with Sage. That was probably the closest call of any during my time with Sage before the break, and instead of causing me to question what I was doing, it instead ignited me to do more; that afternoon at the bookstore certainly was much more exciting for me. So, as the break approached closer, I was certainly pleased when Sage informed me over the phone, on a Wednesday evening, that since her parents were going to be out of the country for the holidays, she was booking us a week stay at a spa in the next town over during the break. I was ecstatic, and had to fight to hold back my excitement to Sage's news. This is something I had been dreaming about since the moment I submitted to her; extended time alone with her, just the two of us. The only thing that bummed me out was that I would have to wait a week and a half to get to spend that time alone with my mistress. However, before I could get to down about that particular detail, Sage had another bit of news to share with me as well. "Since this trip will obviously be a bit rewarding for you, seeing that you will get to spend a week alone with me your mistress, this next week and a half leading up to it will be a way for you to earn such a gift. Tomorrow, and for the remaining days until the break, you will be expected to show up to school as you previously had, naked. Is this understood my slut?" "Yes, Mistress." "Very well, I will see you at the usual time and location, and do not worry about bringing clothes along; they will be provided for you. However, you are to wear the pair of shoes I had you buy two weekends ago. I this clear whore?" "Yes, Mistress." She did not reply back, but instead hung up and the line went silent. I was filled with both excitement, and a bit of uneasiness from her statement that I would have to earn my time away with her. Had I not already shown my unbreakable commitment to Sage as my mistress? What would be different over this week and a half that would prove I was worthy of such a gift? These were the types of questions I continued to ask myself for the rest of the night, until I gave up trying to figure out my mistress' ways, and simply got ready for bed. Knowing that I would have to show up to school naked again wasn't so bad, but it was a bit cooler now in the later months of the year and I was sure it would be even worse in the early hours of the morning. To help combat that issue, I decided on taking a shower the night before, so not to be cooled down by the water in the morning. After my shower, I gathered up my school stuff, and retrieved the shoes I was to wear the next day. They were of course heels, black leather ones, with a black criss cross zipper detail, and a heel height of 5 inches. They almost looked like something from a bondage film, and not something I would have ever worn to school before meeting Sage. However, just the idea of having to wear them at school had my pussy saturated with arousal, and I decided I better get to bed before I was up all night from sexual frustration. The next morning I awoke, and got ready for the day by doing my hair and makeup, getting those rather sexy heels on. I grabbed my bag and keys on my way out to my car. However, before exiting the my room, I stopped to check out how I looked in the heels; it was the first time I had worn them since I bought them with Sage two weeks earlier. Simply stated, I looked drop dead sexy in the heels and nothing else. To be honest, I almost came just from the sight, and I knew Sage would be happy with them as well. Now with added arousal and confidence, I hurried to my car and quickly made my way to the school. I was there, as usual, early and before Sage. I took no time to get to our usual meeting place at the back entrance to the school, and waited for my mistress to arrive. After five minutes she did, and was carrying a duffel bag with her. She did not say anything to me, but simply signaled for me to follow her. I did without a word, and she began leading the way to the front of the school. As I followed behind her, I realized just how sexy what she was wearing was. She had on a pair of tight, white yoga pants that perfectly formed to her plump rear end. They basically were like second skin on her, and even feel into the crease between her cheeks to emphasize the roundness of her ass. For a top, she wore a simple light cotton, blacked striped t-shirt that hung to just the top curve of her butt. As for shoes, she just had on a pair of black flip flops. I was transfixed with her ass however; I was sure she hadn't any panties on, for if she did they were extremely tiny. The pants where nearly see through, and clung to her legs and ass so tight; it was as if she was not wearing pants. By the time we reached the front of the school, I refocused on making sure to follow Sage's every command. At the door we stopped, and she dropped the bag down in front of them. She still was silent when she bent over at the waist with her ass facing me to open the duffel. It was then that I confirmed she had not worn panties, as I could clearly see the outline of her lips as the fabric of the pants stretched over them. This only flooded my own sex further, and I had a harder time still trying to focus on what exactly Sage was doing. Almost oblivious to just how sexy she was being, and the effect it was having on me, Sage stood back up and had in her hands a small leather collar, and a large red, ball gag. She simply handed me the items without saying a word and return to the open bag. I, of course, instinctively knew to put the two items own and had them fastened by the time she again stood. This time she had in her hands a pair of metal cuffs, her strap-on harness, a large black dildo that I had become accustomed to over the past months, and video camera. She silently indicated that I carry the duffel and to open the door. I did just that, and Sage led the way inside. Once inside and the door shut, she stopped us and began getting the harness and dildo into place between her legs. With it secured, she finally spoke to me for the first time. "So, you have probably been wondering what exactly I will be having you do over this next week and a half to prove to me that you do deserve the trip I booked for us. Well, you will simply be doing task and activities, not much unlike we have previously done before, but now they will each get progressively harder, risky, degrading, humiliating, and insulting. Is this understood you dumb little teacher slut?" With my eyes widened from what I was just told, I instinctively and submissively nodded my understanding of what she had said since I had the gag in my mouth. "Great, because today we are starting out rather hard, so from here on out things will only get harder. What I want you to do is lead the way, as seductively submissive as possible, to the open air quad in the middle of the school, and then stop in front of the school's namesake mural wall in the middle. I will be filming you as I follow to capture your submissive behavior. Once at the mural, I will toss you the cuffs which you will take and use to fasten yourself to the little rod iron fence in front of it. Do so in a way that you will be bent over at the waste with your back to me. Got it whore?" I again nodded, and began to lead the way to the quad. Sage now carried the duffel as she followed behind and filmed. I did my best to look as sexy and submissive as possible. I made sure to sway my hips as I walked, and did my best to make the click of my heels on the hard tile as loud as possible. Every so often, I would look back at the camera, dough eyed, to add to the submissive feel, as well as to show off the large red gag lodged in my mouth and the trail of saliva that had begun to fall out from behind it. Sage just followed behind with the camera, not giving any directions or cue, but I did notice she was making sure to pan around every so often to take not that we were in fact in a school. As I slowly continued to walk through my school, naked and gagged, we passed the lockers and it really began to dawn on me the levity of the moment. I, a teacher at the school, was completely naked except for whore heels, a collar, and a bright red gag, walking through the school as a student filmed the whole thing. Thankfully I trusted my mistress, and remembered that it was still rather early, so no one would be arriving anytime soon. It also helped that I was extremely aroused and was practically leave a trail of arousal on the floor as I walked. We eventually reached the mural in the quad, and as previously stated, Sage tossed the cuffs over to me, and I quickly took to locking myself into the position she described. As I did, Sage began to circle back and forth around me, capturing the whole scene on film before finally stepping behind me in my bent over position. Without a word, she reached into the bag, retrieved some lube, and began applying some to the thick cock jutting out in front of her once she dropped the duffel off her shoulder. With the dildo thoroughly lubed, she applied some more to my asshole, and I realized what was about to occur. Sage was going to fuck my ass with, that large cock, in the middle of my school, while she filmed the whole thing. She was right, these tasks were going to be rather humiliating in nature, but that humiliation would only add to my arousal. Soon I felt the rubber head of her black cock slip inside my eager little asshole, and slide its way deeper until it was fully lodged inside of me. Sage reached out with her hand that was not holding the camera, and pulled my head back by my hair. As she did, she began her rather relentless assault on my anal passage. The act went on for about three minutes, with Sage never saying a word, but simply reaming me with the dildo while pulling my head back and filming the entire event. She made to capture my face and its expressions as she worked me over; she also continued to capture the surroundings that indicated it was a school, and what school it was by zeroing in on the mural with the school's name painted on it. Once Sage was satisfied with her anal exploitation oh me, she filmed herself slowly sliding the intruder out and capturing my gaping hole as it finally vacated. She then came moved towards my head and unfastened the gag. My jaw was thankful to finally be allowed to rest, at least I thought it would it get to. Sage had other intentions, and soon pulled my head back once again by my hair. She then guided the now slimy, anal intruder towards my mouth. I needed no further guidance, as I obediently opened wide and allowed her to have access to my slutty mouth. She did not force it down my throat, but rather just had me suck it gently and lick it up; I figured since she was still filming she just wanted to capture me submissively savoring that taste of my own ass. So, I did just that, and soon the rubber member was soon clean as a whistle. Sage, happy with my performance, pulled away and began to walk away while she continued to film as is she was leaving me behind. She went as far as actually going back into the school and letting a door shut. To be honest, I for a moment actually though she was truly leaving me behind. Fortunately, the door swung back open and Sage returned back to my side with a devilish grin on her face before speaking. "You did very well slut, and I really enjoyed using you in such a depraved way while I filmed it. I think I might make it a reoccurring theme. Anyways, let's get you unlocked, and over to your room." She did just that, and once inside my room she pulled out my clothes for the day and gave me further instructions. "In this bag are the items you will be wearing today; you do not have to wear the collar as it does seem a bit out of place for a teacher. Also, we will be engaging in another task at lunch, and remember it will be more difficult, and riskier than what we just previously did. Enjoy your morning, and I will see you in class." With that, she turned and left me to get dressed before the morning bell rang. Unlike other times, the events of the morning gave me an ample amount of time to dress, and calm my nerves. However, my nerves would be calm once I opened the bag to see what I was expected to wear. Inside, I found a pair of yoga pants that were just like the ones Sage was wearing, and a sleeveless collared, button down blouse that was made of light fabric and nearly sheer. I pulled on the pants, and because of how tight they were, and them being white, my arousal was almost immediately noticeable. Putting of that problem for the moment, I put on the blouse and was happy to find that it wasn't as sheer as I originally thought; at least not the front of it for it had a somewhat tuxedo shirt quality to it. The back however was indeed sheer. It was also a relief to find that the bottom of the blouse scooped down in both the front and the back far enough to cover my wet pussy, and worked over ass. I adjusted the clothing the best I could, and eventually came to terms with how I would look. As long as I didn't move around the room to much, and kept behind my desk for the majority of the time, I would be fine; at least that is what I had to keep telling myself as I waited for the bell to ring and the day to get started. After such an eventful morning, I was fearful of what Sage had in store for the lunch time task. However, I would have to wait four long periods to find out, and I just hoped that my soaking wet pussy wouldn't saturate more of the pants. To be continued... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 09 Author's Note: This story is a continuation from my previous account, Holdinon, of which I can no longer access due to forgetting the password and having disabled the email account linked to it. Anyways, I will be continuing the story from this account and hope to keep everyone happy and entertained. I am sorry for the long delay, and hope to regain the positive following I had prior to going away for so long. Also, I would love to hear from everyone their thoughts. Please leave comments and rate; even if anonymously. If you have any ideas you would like to see added to the story line, leaving a comment or providing feedback is a great way to let me know. So, without further ado, let me get to it. * I sat behind my desk, trying to distract myself with some work as the morning bell rang. Students soon began filing in and taking their seats to await the start of their school day. Because of my time with Sage, I have changed my teaching style some to keep to my desk more often. Rather than lecturing the class from the front of the room and moving about to keep the students on task, I have since started just giving the students a simple writing prompt to start class, possible silent reading time from an assigned novel along with worksheets to go with the readings. Such a teaching method is hardly the best to engage students, but my new relationship with my mistress was more important to me than anything else, so I just went through the motions to keep my job, and to keep the students from moving around the room. The day started just like the new usual for my classes, and I kept to my desk as the students quietly worked. I continued to input grades and check emails to keep from focusing too much on what was to come at lunch time. Unfortunately, my phone buzzed with a text message from Sage which immediately brought my mind back to the gutter. "Hey SLUT... I just hung something from your door knob. Go and get it now. It's not something you want anyone else seeing." My jaw dropped, and heart began beating harder with the worry of not only what Sage ha left hanging on my door, but having to get up and go get it with all my students in the room. My outfit was a bit on the risqué side being that I was wearing my black leather zipper heels, tight white yoga pants, and a tuxedo shirt that had a sheer back. However, I had to get it done soon, before the item was noticed by anyone passing in the hall, whatever the item might be. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, push out of my desk to stand, and began to walk past my students to my door. I tried to act as confident as possible, and it didn't seem any of them really took note of me other than glancing up from their readings to see who was moving. I'm sure my clicking heels brought attention to me as I moved as well. I reached the door, kick the door stop with my foot, and opened it before stepping into the hall. I wedged it open with the stop and then reached on the other side to find what Sage had left. Upon touching it, I immediately knew what it was; it was the ball gag she had me wear this morning as she ravaged my ass in the quad. With my pulse quickening, I did my best to ball up the gag in my fist to best conceal it from my students, and then made my way back to my desk. Upon returning, I hid the item in my lower desk drawer, and tried once again to distract myself in work. This time I had more success, and soon the class periods began to go by without much thought. That is until fourth period arrived, Sage's class, and my mind flew back to all the devilish possibilities she could come up with for our lunch time activity. As usual, she pretended not to notice me, and I was forced to try and not look at the slow moving clock every chance I got. Then with twenty minutes left in class, something new happened; Sage texted me during her class period. She had never before done this and I knew it meant she wanted to toy with me before lunch came, and the message certainly indicated that exactly. "Almost lunch time subslut... I bet you are soaking with anticipation. Wouldn't want to get those pants all wet, so how about you take them off... NOW!" I gulped after reading the message, but knew better than to go against my mistress' wishes. Instead, I put my phone down on my desk, and did my best to take off my pants without being too noticeable. I was rather successful and got them down to my ankles where I had to figure a way to get them off over my heels. Thankfully, my desk's lower drawer provided the answer as I simply opened it up and turned to look as if I was filing papers. This allowed me to bend down and unfasten my shoes before taking my pants the rest of the way off. As I did, I could see the gag within the drawer looking back at me and reminding me of just how risky I have been behaving. With the pants off, I put them in the drawer with the ball gag, and got my heels back on. As I closed the drawer and turned back to facing straight my phoned buzzed once again with a text from Sage. "Impressive teacher SLUT, someone most really want a trip with her Mistress. Let's see how far you are willing to go though... unbutton the bottom three buttons on your shirt." Without hesitation, I did just as commanded and was left sitting behind the cover of my desk with just the top two buttons fastened on my shirt and a pair of heels. There were no more messages from Sage for the next five minutes, but with ten minutes left in class she broke the silence so to say with a new text. "Ok my SLUT, ten minutes left... undo the top button." With a bit of tremble in my hands I reached up and quickly unfastened the top button, leaving only one holding it on. I was certainly showing a considerable amount of cleavage, but not too much to draw a lot of attention. I wasn't able to dwell on it to long because almost immediately I got another message from Sage. "You love this don't you? How far are you willing to go?" It was a tough question to answer, but I knew there was only one true answer to be given. I had to listen to my inner slut and give her what she wanted. I rapidly typed out my answer back. "As far as it takes. As far as you push me. NO LIMITS!" The last part was in all caps for a purpose, to express just how committed to following her every command. Unfortunately, Sage stopped texting me once again. It wasn't until two minutes before the bell rang that I got another text from her. "No limits huh? In that case when the bell rings undue the last button, and then once I stand you stand as well." She certainly knew exactly how to push me. I sat behind my desk for those last two minutes just staring at the clock and counting down the seconds to the bell ring. With just five seconds left, my right hand reached up and touched the button. It was undone the moment the bell chimed, and I just sat there watching my students getting up and leaving the room. All seemed to be oblivious to my state of undress, and made attempt to even look to me as they hurried off to lunch caught up in the normal conversations of high school students. I looked to Sage who as usual took her time packing her belongings, and then without warning she stood up. I almost froze as she did, for three students were still making their way towards the door, but I did as instructed and stood up as well. I could only hope that the students didn't turn back and look in my direction, and just kept moving uninterested in my class. Those few seconds as I watched the last three students exit my room felt like an eternity. With each step they took my heart beat harder, and my mind kept thinking they were going to stop and turn. It wasn't until all three made their final step out the door that I was able to let my breath out. I looked over to Sage as a shiver went through my body, and I noticed that she too was moving to the door. Rather than exit though she instead went and shut it since I had propped it open earlier. Sage calmly walked back towards her desk and bag with the slightest sight of a grin on her face. As she reached her desk, she instructed I remove my shirt. It was off immediately, and draped over the back of my chair as I awaited her next instructions. I watched as she pulled out the same strap-on harness she wore that morning, and this time it had a dildo attached to it I had not seen before. It was larger than the black one she had been using over the last few months, longer, a bit wider, and purple. Made of a soft jelly material, it was at least twelve inches long and a good two inches wide. Just as she had that morning she fastened it to her hips and then walked over to me. My mistress said no words as she came up behind me, bent me at the waist over my desk. I felt the cool ooze of lube begin to pool on my rear entrance, and new for a second time that day I would be taking a good ass fucking. Next, I felt the bulbous head of the new toy pressing its way into my rectum. With just the tip I could tell it was more dildo than I have ever had before. Sage was taking it slow, inching the piece in bit by bit. After a few seconds she spoke up for the first time since telling me to remove my shirt. "Unlike this morning, I am not going to hammer your whore little ass, but instead slowly penetrate you until every inch of this beauty slips inside you." And that is just what she did. Inch by inch, she slowly sank the purple intruder into me. I could feel it slipping into untraveled regions of my anal track, disappearing deeper into my intestine. It filled me up more than anything I had ever experienced. Once it was completely in to the hilt, and I could feel her hips pressing firmly against my ass cheeks Sage spoke again. "Very good my slut. All twelve inches hidden in your ass; what an anal slut. Don't move I have to do one thing real quick." She then reached over me, pressing the fake cock a fraction deeper, to grab a large permanent marker off my desk. I heard her uncap it, and then began to use it to write something across what felt like the entirety of my back. I knew full well that with the shirt I was wearing, and its sheer back, whatever Sage had written would be able to be clearly visible no matter what. She capped the maker when finished, reach back across me to put it away, and then spoke once again. "That looks perfect, and very much describes you. In case you are wondering, I wrote in large capital letters, across you back, 'ANAL SLUT'. I think that sums up what you have been so far today. Well I think that will do it for lunch time fun; I need to get a bite to eat to fuel up for after school fun." Sage then began to withdraw the long fake dong, causing me to no longer have a full feeling but instead left with a feeling of emptiness. She took it out slowly, but it soon left me entirely and was left to hang between her legs. I remained bent over my desk, feeling the gape of my stretched out hole open and close as my mistress took of the harness. "I think I will store this in your desk for the rest of the day rather than have to continue carrying it in my bag." She then proceeded to open my bottom desk drawer to drop it in, but stopped momentarily upon seeing my pants. "Oh, look at your discarded pants I think it would be really naughty if I took these with me. That would leave you without them for the rest of the afternoon, and that would certainly be daring. Still have want no limits slut?" I blushed at the idea of having to remain bottomless for the rest of the school day, but responded the only way that would truly satisfy my deepest, darkest desires. "Yes Mistress, no limits." "Excellent. You may stand and put your shirt back on. I will be back after school to continue to see just how far you are willing to go to earn our trip together. Until then, behave yourself like a good little slut." Sage then walked back to her desk and bag with my pants, before putting them inside and walking out of the room without even looking back in my direction. There was still about ten minutes left during the lunch break and I simply just sat down in my chair and reflected on what just happen as well as how I would get through the rest of the day without pants. I did open the bottom drawer to look at the left behind strap-on and large purple dildo prior to the bell ringing. It was out of curiosity and fascination that I looked; I wanted to look at what not long before had be completely buried inside me. I was astonished that something of its size could fit completely within me, but as the bell rang I had to close the drawer and attempt to refocus my head on the remaining periods in the day. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 10 Though the last periods of the my day kept me on edge at all times, being naked from the waist down and having a crude, but true message written on my back, I fortunately did not have any unfortunate circumstances arise. My students were content to work and read quietly at their desks, and I was happy to allow it. Every once in awhile I would feel my arousal build on my naked thighs, and had to touch myself just to confirm how wet I was. I felt as though I could smell my lust waft up from under my desk, and feel the radiant heat warm the air around me. Also, the use of my rear entry was a constant feeling; it felt sore and aching, but also longed to have something once again shoved into it. Two minutes prior to the final dismissing bell, my phoned lit up with another text instruction from Sage. I knew it was going to be a task to push me a bit before she arrived back in my class after school, and I nervously read it to find out just how big of a push it was to be. "Hope as is well my SLUT, school is almost over and I have plenty for you to do once it is. However, before it is I want you to send me a picture of your naked cunt as it looks from under your desk. If I don't receive it prior to the bell ringing, you will not like the result. See you soon little ANAL SLUT." Instinctively, I brought the phone under my desk and began to snap a picture of my exposed sex. The first attempt was blurry thanks to my trembling hands, and I had to really steady myself when I took the second. Happy with the result, I quickly sent off the erotic picture with about thirty seconds to spare, I could only hope my mistress would receive it before the bell's chime. Once the bell rang, I nervously sat and waited for Sage to arrive. It was an agonizing wait, not knowing if she received the message in time, wondering what was in store for me next. However, before she arrived I received another text from her, and I knew I would have to wait a bit longer to see her. "Very good job of getting the picture to me on time; what a bad teacher you are for not wearing pants in school. Let's see just how bad you are. No limits right? If so, take your shirt completely off and send me another picture of you standing completely naked in your room. After taking it, wait for me to arrive by hiding under your desk." All I could think was how daring this was going to be. To be completely naked in my classroom, taking a picture o myself to send to my mistress, all while the door is wide open, and people are still roaming the halls. I couldn't let myself think about for too long, I had to prove to Sage I wanted this trip; I needed this trip. Quickly, I peeled off my blouse, tossing it in the bottom desk drawer with everything else, and took one deep breath before standing up. I reached my arm out in front of me to capture the picture, and tried my best to pose sexily. Thankfully my first attempt was perfect, and I instantly sent it off to my mistress before taking cover under my desk. It felt like an eternity the amount of time I spent waiting, hiding, under my desk. Every sound emanating from the hall caused me to hold my breath, and every instance of silence caused my heart to race. I was slick with arousal, but made a concerted effort to not touch myself as I knew if I did I would likely not be able to stop myself. The touch of the cold metal of the desk on my skin was a constant reminder of just how naked I was, and how vulnerable. My body started to tremble with nerves and anticipation, I just wanted to see Sage appear in front of me and use me how she saw fit. Finally, after an agonizing and extremely arousing wait, Sage entered my room. I could hear her shut and lock my door before moving towards my desk and dropping something atop of it. I first saw her shoes, and only heard her voice from my hiding spot. "Where is your shirt slut?" "It's in my bottom desk drawer mistress." I watched as the she pulled open the drawer, and retrieved my discarded shirt. She then walked away from my desk for a moment, and I heard her reopen the door. I could tell that she had left and then returned when the door opened and closed again. Seconds later she was back standing in front of my desk, and I stared at her lower legs as I waited for more instructions. "Well my little anal slut, in case you are wondering, I just threw your shirt away. That of course means you no longer have access to any clothing except of course your heels. Does that turn you on my little slave slut?" In fact the idea of being naked without the chance of getting dressed did get me excited, and it was all thanks to the journey Sage had guided me on. I responded immediately and honestly like a good little sub-slut. "Yes Mistress, it truly does." "I bet; all sluts get wet from being forced to be naked. Now slut, how about we have some fun? Stay under there for now, but I will be putting the strap back on with the 12 inch dildo. Then you will suck it down your throat like a proper whore as I sit at your desk and film the whole thing." I was eager to serve her in any way I could, and so I patiently waited as she strapped on the dildo and got herself positioned on the chair in front of me. The purple member was soon sticking out at my face, taunting me to take it into my mouth. I dutiful did as ordered and open my lips to receive the cock. As I let the first few inches into my mouth I looked up to get my first glimpse of my mistress. She looked back at me with a smile and the video camera. I so desperately wanted to impress her, and I knew deep down that to do so, I needed to try my best to get her fake cock into my throat. Refocusing on the task at hand, I begin to really work the strap-on over. Bobbing my head up and down to try and lube it up with my saliva. I was attacking it with all my volition, desperately more into my throat. After a few short seconds I had the first six in, but I was in no way satisfied with that. I wanted to push myself to take as much as I could; to see just what I could accomplish and prove myself to Sage. It was like I was a wild animal attacking its prey. My mouth was sliding up and done the shaft with intensity, and I could feel my throat expanding to accept more of the purple intruder. I closed my eyes to truly keep focused, and redoubled my efforts. Each moment my mouth was on Sage's cock, the more my excitement built, and the more I wanted in my mouth. It felt as I had it in my throat deeper than anything ever before, but I did not open my eyes to look; I didn't want to lose momentum. Spit began to bubble up around it, and I was making guttural gagging sounds the more I attacked it. I slid back until it was almost completely out of my mouth before pushing myself back onto it, and really pushing as much of it into my throat as I could. The angle at which I had to blow Sage's fake dick was ideal for deep throating because it was a straight shot from mouth to throat. Knowing this, I wanted it deeper than I thought possible. I didn't allow myself to think of it as impossible, but rather a challenge to be conquered. I felt up to the challenge, was in no way going to back down without fighting for it. Then all of a sudden it happened, I felt my stretched mouth press against the base of the cock and the leather of the harness. My eyes shot open to look, and indeed I had done it. I had gotten all twelve inches into my throat just like I had with my ass. Looking up to Sage and the camera I could tell she was impressed with my success. It felt amazing to have conquered the dildo, and it felt amazing to know I had it so deep in my throat. I held it there for a moment to dwell in the moment, and as I did Sage spoke after turning of the camera. "Impressive slut, you really like taking this cock deep. First your ass, and now your throat, someone is really making strides towards earning that trip. You can stop for now, but remain under the desk." I was a bit disappointed at the idea of having to stop, but at the same time excited to see what my mistress had in mind for me next. Inch by inch, I backed off the dildo until only a string of saliva was left dangling from mouth to the tip. It broke away and landed on my chin as Sage stood up to take off the harness. I could hear her lay it on my desktop, and then spoke once again. "I have some good and bad news my slut. The bad news is that I to go for today because of something I need to get done, but don't you worry I have plenty planned for you to do. See the good news eager slut is that I want you stay the night here at school completely naked. I will leave you a list of tasks to complete on your desk as well as supplies needed to complete them. You are to remain under your desk until I leave, and then come out and look over the list. Is this understood slut?" I couldn't believe what she wanted, but at the same time was excited at the prospect at having to spend the entire night naked at school. I wondered what tasks she had lined up for me, so I answered the one way I knew I wanted. "Yes Mistress." "Good, I will be back in the morning and the list indicates what I expect from you when I do. See you later slut." All I heard were her footsteps fading away as she left the room. I took an extra moment to let the levity of the situation sink in before come up from under the desk. I was a ball of nerves and excitement, and my hands trembled as I read over the list. "You are to complete everything on this list: 1.You are to take 10 photos of yourself at different locations in school using the self timer option on the camera. 2.You are to post the five photos of you I have provided, on the door of each administrator (principal, assistant principal, and the three deans). They are to remain up until I come back in the morning. 3.You are to find five random objects to insert into your ass. Take one picture of each before and then one picture of each with them in your ass. 4.You are to go for a midnight run around the track. Do four laps, and then finish with a shower in the boys locker room. 5.You will sleep under your white board with the following message written on it, 'Naked Teacher Slut Sleeping'. 6.You will wake up at four in the morning, take another shower in the boys' locker room, and then wait for me to arrive outside your class at 4:30. You will be naked (not even shoes), wearing a blindfold, ball gag, and hands cuffed behind you. Everything must be done, or I will figure you don't want our trip. See you in the morning SLUT." Overall, the list did not seem to daunting. I have done plenty worse during my servitude to Sage, but usually with her around to push me. Now I would be expected to perform all tasks on my own, and all while naked at my school. The one thing I did have going for me was the fact that my school did not any big extracurricular activities like sports to keep students after school for too long. The track was built not only for the school, but for the community and it hardly got used. The only thing going on for the night was a national honor society meeting which ended at 3pm, and most all teachers leave will before then. Also, there isn't a janitorial crew for the night, meaning that after about 4pm the school is empty. I would have the entire school to myself for the night. So with all of that filling my head and bolstering my confidence, I set the list down and looked to the bag containing all of the supplies I would need for the night. Inside I found the camera for task one, an envelope I figured contained the five pictures of me for task two, a towel and other toiletries, and finally the blindfold, ball gag, and handcuffs. All in all, my night to me seemed pretty cut and dry, and I felt as though all was doable. Considering I had all night to get the tasks done, and I still had a few hours until the school would empty out, I decided to get caught up on my regular school related work. I was far behind on grading and planning, so I put all the items back into the bag, cleared my desk, and for the next three hours went to work getting not only caught up, but also planned out for a month. Of course, I did all of this while sitting completely naked behind my desk. Occasionally I would have to get up and move around my classroom to gather materials or resources, and each time I did I would get a wicked little thrill knowing I was doing it without a stitch on. Quickly, time went by as I wrapped myself up in school work, and when I was finally done it was after six, which of course put a devilish grin on my face knowing the school was more than likely all mine. Having this in mind, and my pussy practically flowing with arousal, I decided that there was no time like the present to get started on first three tasks. The others would have to wait as they are for specific times. I had finally realized that I hadn't even looked at the pictures Sage had left for me to post on my administrator's doors, so I pulled out the envelope and took a look. To my shock, not only were they all extremely naughty pictures of me with my face clearly recognizable, but they each had my Name and the naughty message "I'm a dirty slut for you" printed on them. I looked to the backs of them, and noticed Sage had indicated which picture was for which administer. Each had me in a different humiliating pose and of course naked. The picture intended for the door of my principal showed me on my hands and knees, ass facing the camera with a plug inside, and my head turned back to capture a beaming smile. My assistant principal's door would receive one of me on my back with my arms pulling open my legs wide to show the banana that was poking out of my cunt, and me making a kissing face. The first dean was to get me sitting naked atop my school desk, with my legs spread apart and my chest pushed out showing off the SLUT written across my stomach. Dean number two was going to get me with a ball gag in my mouth, knelling out in front of my house with my hands cuffed behind me taped to his door. Finally the third dean's door would see me with my tongue out stretched to lick the tip of a dildo, while another was inserted into my pussy as a squatted onto it. I was a bit nervous about having to post all of these photos of myself, but knowing Sage would be arriving so early the next morning eased my worries. Certainly she would allow me plenty of time to remove them before anyone could possibly see them. With my mind at ease some, I put the photos back into the envelope and grabbed the camera. I figured I could knock out the first three tasks on my list in one outing. The only thing I would have to think about would be exactly where to take the ten pictures of me that would most please my mistress, and what five items to choose to insert into my own ass. With the camera and envelope in hand I proceeded to exit my room. Now, I took it slow, peaking out to make sure the hall was clear and listening for any sounds that would indicate anyone still around. When I felt the coast was clear, I took my first tentative steps into the hallway, but almost retreated when I heard the loud clicking echo of my heels on the hard tiled floor. Once I realized there wasn't much to be afraid from the sound of my steps, being that there was no one there to hear them, I continued on more confidently. After a few more steps, the sound of my heels on the tiles only encouraged me to keep going; as if they were shouting out that I was a confident naked woman walking freely through the halls. Eventually, I reached the end of the hallway, and arrived at the entrance to the library. I looked around again, now that I was in a more open and exposed area, but again it seemed like I was indeed alone. The library spanned, with a run of tall windows, the length of an open quad area filled with lockers. It was at that moment that I the idea to get a photo taken of me standing in front of the library's windows struck me. I took the camera and envelope to a set of lockers across from the library to set up the shot. Getting the timer set for ten seconds, I rushed back to pose in a classic stance; slightly bent with a hand on a hip and a finger in my mouth. When the flash went off, I returned to the camera to view the picture, and was satisfied with the outcome of me looking both sexy and suggestive. It was the perfect first picture of the evening. With a first successful picture, I grabbed everything and continued on. I made my past the lockers towards the front entrance of the office, and I couldn't help but think of what a wonderful picture opportunity it would be in front of it. So of course I jumped at the opportunity and quickly set the camera up again, and just as with the library picture, captured another wonderfully perfect image of myself. I entered the office with a beaming smile on my face, and full of self confidence and pride. My arousal was also overflowing, and only increased further each time I posted the provided pictures to my administrators' doors. Five damningly inappropriate photos with suggestive captions, that if seen by any of their intended viewers would result in the end of my career, but rather than be nervous and scared I was a ball of sexual fire looking for more. Eagerly, I scampered around campus to snap off the last eight required pictures. I took them everywhere; outside the gym, inside the girls' locker room, inside the teacher's lounge, standing next to a urinal in the men's restroom, on the counter of the cafeteria, swinging around the flag pool, in front of a vending machine, and leaning over a mop bucket in the custodian closet. Once I got going, I couldn't stop. I was having a blast running around the school naked, and trying to come up with creative pictures to take. Not even once did I think about getting caught, I was simply enjoying the experience and reveling in my willingness to complete my mistress' objectives for me. While I was cruising around school posing, I too was keeping an eye out for interesting objects for my third task. I wanted to impress Sage with my creativity, so I tried to think outside the box when it came to what I was to insert into my butt. While in the office I had noticed on the desk of one of the secretaries a smooth marble obelisk about five inches tall and I knew it was my first item. The squared edges certainly posed some difficulties, but I was able to conquer them with the picture to prove it. I also inserted a small towel I found in the custodian closet, the wired end of a whisk I found in the cafeteria, the salt shaker from the teacher's lounge, and the nylon leash to my school ID lanyard. The last item of course brought me back to my classroom, and once done I looked to the clock and saw it took me about two hours to complete the first three tasks of Sage's list. I still had about four hours until I was to complete my fourth and fifth tasks, and then after try my best to get some sleep before having to wake up so early to be ready for Sage's return. So knowing I would be lacking sleep, I decided to try and get a nap before going out for my run. I set my phone's alarm to go off at 11:30 and did my best to make up a comfortable place to sleep. It was the only thing I could think to do to pass the time while being left naked at school and not being allowed to pleasure myself without my mistress's approval. I wondered just how long I would have to wait before being allowed to climax again; though I truly knew the answer would be once I earned my trip. This then lead me to think about what else Sage had in mind for the coming days to make me earn my trip. Eventually, all of these thoughts slipped away as I drifted to sleep. To be continued of course... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 11 My dreams of submission and pleasure faded away as the chirp of my phones alarm clock buzzed me awake. I at first was a bit disoriented, but soon remembered I was sleeping naked in my classroom as Sage had ordered. Slowly, I stirred back to an alert state, doing my best to prepare myself for the run around the track I was about to impart on. To wash away some of the sleepiness, I decided to make a stop by the restroom to wash up a bit. I grabbed the towel and toiletries I would need for after the run and then exited my room to head off towards the girls' restroom down the hall. Upon entering, I quickly splashed some water on my face to liven me up some before checking myself out in the mirror. It still was a stir to see myself completely nude in my place of employment. Who in their right mind would ever spend an entire night naked at the school they teach at? I obviously had a problem, but it wasn't one I wanted to be solved; I just wanted to continue on my path of submission to Sage. Once I felt as awake as I could get, I left the restroom, and made my way towards the outdoor track. Being a regular runner, I wasn't too concerned about the exercise aspect of this task, but the fact I would be outside with nowhere to hide while naked was more of a concern. The track was located behind the school and away from the streets, but it still was open to viewing from anyone who would happen to be around. The only thing that helped calm my nerves some was the fact that it was the middle of the night, and the lights to the track would be off; meaning one would have to be pretty close to the track to see anyone running on it. I got outside the school and felt the slight chill of the night air on my skin, causing goose bumps to form. Running on this cool night would feel great, and help me free my mind some. I continued my way to the track, with the towel and bag of toiletries in hand. As I reached the boys' locker room I dropped off the bag and towel to focus on loosening up my body some for the quick one mile jaunt that lay ahead of me. As I walked closer to the track, I took my time to stretch out my muscles, get my blood flowing some, and pump myself for the run. Eventually, I reached my destination and was stunned by the silence that surrounded me. It was void of any sounds, completely peaceful, and it was calming enough for me to forget I was about to be running naked on my school's track. I stepped out onto the running surface of the track, did a few more stretches, took off my heels, and then proceeded to start jogging. Four laps is all I had to complete; one mile in the silence and the darkness. It felt freeing to be out in public, jogging naked. The chill of the air engulfing my skin, the warmth of my body from the exercise all felt amazing. I had never run naked before, and it was an experience I felt I good get use too. Halfway around for my first lap, I good feel myself begin to perspire, and my heart rate was rising to a good aerobic state. Running barefoot also was new; I could feel every inch of the track on my soles and could adjust to subtle changes. After completing my first lap, I just let myself get lost in the experience, and enjoy the run. I took my time to finish the four laps, and when I was done I had a feeling of achievement and excitement that I have only felt when submitting directly to Sage. This too was at Sage's wish, but in a way was different. It wasn't overtly sexual in any way, but made me feel sexual and excited. My skin was coated in a light shine of sweat, and it felt amazing when the midnight air breezed across it. I picked up my heels and began walking back towards the locker room, for another new experience. To shower in the boys' locker room was going to be new and exciting. Picking up my bag and towel, I opened the locker room and proceeded towards the showers. Looking at the lockers, I couldn't help but think of the number of boys that change in the room on a daily basis and what it would be like if I happened to walk in like I was when they were in here. I shook the thought from my head, and got myself stationed at one of the shower nozzles. Lay my bag and towel on a bench as the water heated up, I grabbed the soap and shampoo Sage had supplied, as well as my tooth brush and tooth paste. Returning to the shower now, I indulged the feeling of the hot water cascading over my body and imagining what I must look like to an outside viewer. Doing so, my body ached for release, but I knew too well that release was not to be had in my near future. I concentrated instead on the feelings of the water, the soap, and the heat on my naked body. Warming my body, cleaning it, and heightening my level of arousal were exactly the feelings my mistress must have had in mind for this entire night. To get me to a level of sensuality that only I could achieve without the any obvious sexual interaction. This revelation only caused me to linger in the shower, and take in all I could from the experience. However, I knew I had to end the moment and get my rest; for I knew that Sage would have plenty in store for me in the coming hours. I turned the shower off, dried myself, and returned to my room. I was now cleaned of the day, completely, even the message written on my back by my mistress had been washed away and I was ready to take on the day that lay ahead. Though Sage had noted I was to sleep after my shower, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. Instead I decided to get my room prepared for the coming day's lesson to get it out of the way while Sage played with me and my mind. I only had about three hours until her arrival, and with my earlier nap I felt confident that sleep would not be an issue. Those few hours crept by, but fortunately I was able to get things in order, and even wrote on the white board what Sage wanted me to. I found myself with nothing to do for the last hour, and then I decided to write; I began to write my feelings and experiences over my time with Sage in a spiral notebook from my supply closet. I wrote out everything, every thought, every meeting, every feeling, getting it all out and on paper was therapeutic in a way. I was able to truly relive my experiences, and come to some sort of understanding about what I was experiencing. I lost myself in the writing and soon found that it was time for me to get into the proper position to await Sage's return. Grabbing all of my supplies needed, I rushed to my door and knelt down outside in the hall. Quickly, I put the ball gag into my mouth, securing it behind my head. Next, I applied one of the cuffs to my wrist before putting on the blindfold. Finally, I brought my arms behind me and fastened the other cuff to my free wrist, sufficiently lock my arms away. Now all I was able to do was wait for my mistress to return. The amount of time she wished for me to wait must be part of the test to earn my trip; it is extremely difficult to wait thirty minutes, blindfolded, gagged, and restrained. It was an agonizing wait, and felt like an eternity. The idea that maybe she wouldn't show kept creeping into my mind, and I had to fight the urge to try and move. Suddenly, my wait was over as I heard the sound of heels clicking on the hard tile floor of my hall. I had no way of knowing for sure if it was Sage, but at this time of the morning it was unlikely to anybody else. The steps grew closer, and I grew more anxious, more aroused. I could feel my wetness grow and spread to my upper thighs. The sound of the steps stopped as they stood in front of me. I felt a hand grasp the front of the blindfold and pull it away from my face. As the rush of light swarmed into my eyes, I heard her greet me. "Good morning slut. Did you have a good night, and complete everything I wanted you to do?" I answered while still adjusting to the light with a nod of my head. "Excellent. I'll check the camera to see the pictures, in the mean time you should probably go pull the pictures from your administrators' doors. However, to keep it interesting, I am not going to ungag you or un-cuff you. You will have to figure a way to get them down without the use of your mouth or hands. Good luck slut." She left me kneeling in the hallway as she entered my room carrying her book bag, and another medium sized duffle. It was a bit of a struggle to stand, but once I did I took no time to ponder my new task, but simply made my way to the front office to get those pictures down before anyone arrived. Reaching my destination, I was thankful that I had taped them up at head height. This meant I could use my head and face to try and peel or pull them down to the floor and then squat down and pick them up with my hands. This was however, easier thought up than actually being able to complete. The first picture took some time, and eventually after really pressing my face into the photo, I was able to create enough friction to pull it down. Quickly, I squatted down and picked it up. With each picture, the task became a bit easier, but my face began to feel as though it was being rubbed raw. On the last one, after picking it up of the floor, I looked back at the door and noticed that a portion of there was still attached. I had only ripped some of it off, and there was still a piece left. The portion that remained was out of reach to pull down the same as the others, so to quickly pull a chair from the reception area to climb atop of. It was at this moment, I realized I could have done this to begin with and cursed myself for not coming up with it earlier. With the last piece finally off, I pushed the chair back to reception as best as I could, and hurried back to my room and Sage with the pictures in my tight grasp. On my return I noticed that Sage had erased the message from my broad and had replaced it with more pictures of me in humiliatingly naughty poses. My entire white board was covered in the lewd photos of myself, and all I could do was stand in my doorway looking at them dumbfounded. It isn't until Sage moves that I scan over to look at her and see that she is standing behind my desk completely nude. She notices me look to her and speaks. "I see you like the new temporary room decorations, but don't worry you should have plenty of time to take them down before students arrive. In the meantime, how about we have a bit of fun? Come over here and kneel." I did as told to, and was soon kneeling before my mistress. Once in position, Sage began to rub herself into my face. I could feel her warmth as she slid her wet slit up and down me. If not for the gag, I would have instantly begun licking her. This though was more to use me; to humiliate me. Just rubbing her crotch across my face to provide pleasure to her, made it as though I was just a piece of furniture or tool she could use at her disposal. I didn't mind that feeling however, in fact I felt more aroused by the idea that being used. Sage however, didn't seem to worry one way or the other. She just seemed to be focusing on getting off, and didn't care what or how that would make me feel. She only rode my face for a few minutes before finishing with a crashing climax that covered me in her juices. Breathing a bit heavily, she pulled away and allowed herself to come back down from her high. I just remained kneeling, feeling the juice of my mistress' orgasm dry on my face, as she recovered. After a few moments, she was back to normal but continued to remain silent. She began to go through the duffle bag she had brought as if looking for something. Finally, she stopped and pulled out a tube of lube, and a medium sized glass butt plug. Grabbing me by the upper arm, Sage pulled me to my feet before bending me over my desk. Within seconds, I could feel the cool slickness of the lube being applied to my rear, followed shortly by the firm pressure of the plug. Thanks to Sage's training of my ass, the plug went in without much effort, and wonderful as it did. I truly loved the feeling of having an object in my ass. With the plug in place, she then unfastened the cuffs from my wrist, followed by the ball gag. She then had me turn back to face her as she spoke. "Well slut that was quite the enjoyable experience. I hoped you found some enjoyment in it as well. As I told you earlier, I would give you plenty of time to remove the pictures from your white board, and then dress. You are to put all of the pictures, including the ones pulled from the administration's doors, into a file labeled 'Slutty Behavior in your filing cabinet. Then put on the clothing I provided for you in the duffle bag. I will be sending you further instructions via text message, so keep your phone nearby. Have a good morning my little slut, and I will see you soon." I watched as she dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans combination; noticing that she did not put on any underwear. Once she had on her clothes, she slipped on her sandals, grabbed her bag, and made her way out of the room. I stood motionless for a moment, before walking over to begin taking down the pictures covering my whiteboard. As I did, a memory from each picture would penetrate my mind and cause my sex to heat up. There were 32 all together, and I neatly stacked them, along with the ones I pulled down earlier as I walked over to my filing cabinet. From the bottom drawer, I pulled out a new blank folder to slip the photos into. With them tucked into an appropriately labeled folder I pulled out my top drawer containing all of my reproducible materials for my classes. I slid the new folder into one of the back spots near some old worksheets that I had not used in ages before closing the drawer. Knowing that such graphic material of me was just inside that drawer added a level of excitement for the day. Making my way back over to my desk, I looked into the duffle Sage had brought to pull out what I was to wear today. It contained only a pair of white, patent leather heels, with a 3 inch heel, and a simple cotton dress that hung to mid-thigh, and buttoned up the front with 8 buttons. The dress was navy in color, and rather conservative in nature compared to some of the past outfits Sage has had me wear in school. Quickly, I put on the dress and heels and actually felt sexy in it. The buttons where spaced enough apart that if I bent over, or moved in certain ways, the fabric would bunch to show a bit of skin. Plus, the cotton felt soft and smooth on my naked flesh. I got things in order around my room as I waited for the morning bell to ring. With all the time I had last night, everything was prepared for today and I actually had time to sit and relax at my desk. I hid the duffle, that now contained the ball gag, handcuffs, and lube under my desk; allowing myself to drift off into thought. It wasn't long however, until I was startled back to reality with the ringing of the morning bell. Students began filing in, and the morning started off as any usual morning at school. After getting the kids settled down, and started on a task, I returned to my desk to see if I had any text messages from Sage. I was pleased, excited, and a bit nervous to see that I in fact did have one from my mistress. "Okay slut, your class should be occupied with a task by now so I think it is time Teacher gets daring. Cut off the bottom button of your dress and put it in the water bottle I left on your desk. Text me when you have done as I have ordered." Looking atop my desk, I realized that there was indeed a bottle of water sitting there; I had not noticed it before due to the haze of sexual excite in my mind. It was a full, unopened bottle, which meant putting a button inside would keep me from getting it back out and also keep it somewhat visible to anyone happening to look. I hurriedly pull a pair of scissors from my desk drawer, and slyly snip off the button at my desk. Doing so caused the dress to fall open more as I sat, and meant that when standing the open flaps went up till just about an inch from my sex. Putting the shears away, I twisted open the bottle, took a quick swig, and then nonchalantly dropped the button inside before twisting the cap back on. Once done, I immediately text Sage to inform her of my completion. In a matter of seconds I receive a reply back. "Very good my eager little teacher slut, let's see if we can't step it up a bit more. Go and get the file you just stashed away in the cabinet. Once you have it, walk to the back of the room so you are facing the backs of your students and begin to go through the pictures. As you are going through them, order them in terms of sluttiness with the least slutty on top, and most slutty on bottom. When you complete this task, put the file back and text me." This was certainly stepping it up a bit; looking at such pornographic material in my classroom is one thing, but to do so while my students are also in the room is another. However, I knew I was going to it. I knew that I needed to do it. I could feel my pussy drip with the idea of it. Setting my phone down onto my desk, I stood and made my way over to the filing cabinet. As I did, a few students looked my way to see what I was doing, but soon were back working on their assignment. Reaching the cabinet, I could feel a bit of a tremble in my body as I began to pull out the drawer. The excitement and nervousness of the moment was affecting me. I was able to power through though, and retrieved the naughty labeled file; bringing it with me to the back of the room. I made sure no one was looking before I opened the file and began to sort through the extremely erotic and arousing images of myself. As had happened when I took them down from the broad, each time I looked at an image, a sexual spark jolted through my mind and body. I took my time to go through the pictures, taking my task seriously and also taking time to look up occasionally to check on the students. After about three minutes I was satisfied with the order of which I sorted the photos, and proceeded to return the reorganized file back into the cabinet. Unlike the first time however, I chose to slide the file into the front section of the drawer rather than the back. I don't what caused me to do that, but it certainly added to the level of arousal I was experiencing. Once back at my desk, I shot off the confirmation text to Sage and sat to await a reply as first period drew close to an end. The dismissal bell rang before I received a text back from Sage, but once I was back at my seat from greeting second period at the door I had her reply waiting for me. I however could not read it right away, as I again had to get my class prepared for the period, and started on their assignment. I had to really restrain myself once the students got to work, to keep from running over to my desk to read the message. "Cut off the top button, and put it with the other." It was a short and sweet message that had the desired effect of causing me to quake with arousal. Unlike the previous button, I was going to have to be a bit more creative in cutting off the top one as I had no cover from desk. I decided to do as I had with the file, and take the scissors to the back of the room, and cut the button off there. Happy with my solution, I retrieved the scissors and made my way to the opposite side of the room. Once I made sure no one was looking, I quickly snipped off the button, effectively opening up the top of my dress to show off a good bit of cleavage. I then returned back to my desk to drop it off in the water bottle as I had with the previous one. When I returned to my desk, I had another message waiting for me from Sage. "I'll assume you have completed my previous task, and am letting you know that it will be the last until my class period arrives. Hope you can manage on your own until then." I was a bit disappointed to read the message and to know I would not hear from my mistress for another period and a half. However, I did believe that the wait would mean she could possibly have some truly wicked in mind for me when that time arrived. Until that moment though, I was left to wade through the remaining period, and a following one until I would find out what Sage did have in store for me. I was a slippery mess with the endless possibilities. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 11 To Be Continued... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 12 The that it took for Sage's class to finally arrive felt like an eternity, and because I had so much time to myself last night, there wasn't anything for me to do to distract me. Occasionally, I would get up from my desk and stroll around the room to check on the student's work, as well as attempt to distract myself from the agonizing wait. As I made my rounds, I caught a few students trying to steal glances of my legs and chest now that they were a bit more exposed, but played it off as harmless curiosity considering not much of me was exposed. Eventually, the bell did ring signaling that Sage would soon be arriving, and I was sure that she would indeed have something devilish in store for me. Just as I had with all the previous classes, I greeted the students at the door, especially Sage, and then got them started on the assignment for the day before taking position behind my desk to await a message from Sage. Within a minute of waiting, the message I had long been awaiting had arrived and I eagerly grabbed my phone to view it. "I must say slut, you do look very pretty in you dress today, but I am sure we can turn pretty into slutty by day's end. Let's start by cutting off another button... how about the new top one, and put with the others once you do." I was somewhat expecting that, but none the less it was still a bit of a difficult task. I had to remove another button from the top of my dress, which meant I had to get up and walk to the back to do so. Also, that meant that any sudden movement could possibly leave a breast exposed if I was not careful. Just the thought of it however had me creaming in my seat, and reflexively my hand reached out for the scissors and I stood. Walking to the back of the room, I could feel my legs quiver with nerves and arousal. I scanned the room to be cautious before snipping the button off. Though it opened up the top some, not much more of my chest was exposed than it had been before. I just had to make sure not to lean to far over, or shift to rapidly to either side. Returning to my desk, I dropped the button into the bottle with the other two, and saw my phone's notification light blinking to signal I had a message awaiting me. I sat down carefully; taking the time to make sure my chest was adequately covered before reaching out for my phone to read over the new message from my Mistress. "Cautious choice to remove the button in the back of the room; not what I had in mind, but I will allow it. Now, I am going to ask again, how daring are you willing to get today? Your answer will determine not only today's outcome, but future days as well." Quickly, I read over the message and took a moment to think over what she was asking me. How daring was I willing to get. I answered this the day before, and now have an idea of what exactly it could entail. So with that in mind, I replied back the same as I had previously, and knew truly it was the only way to answer. "Mistress, I am willing to get as daring as you will push me to get. Anything you ask of me shall be done. Again, I want no limits. I am your slut to use and to enjoy." Sending the message off, sent a wave of excitement and arousal throughout my entire body. I couldn't stop imagining the ways in which Sage would push me to be daring; how far she would be willing to make me go. Nothing else in my mind mattered more than doing as Sage wished. I was drunk on here control, addicted to her power over me. It never occurred to me that it shouldn't be like that, that I was the elder and person to be thought of in the superior role. For whatever reason, Sage from day one had this hold on me, and I wasn't able to break even if I wanted to. I sat at my desk nervously bouncing in my chair as I awaited another message from Sage in response to my answer. It finally came, and I almost fumbled my phone in my attempt to pull open the text. "Just what I thought, cut another button from the bottom, and put it with the rest." I expected this message and was prepared to go through with it already. Even though in doing so meant I would only have 4 remaining buttons holding my dress closed, and that the slit in the front of my dress would stop just a few inches away from my uncovered sex, I still was in no way going to back out. My hand shakily reached out for the scissors, and I again snipped off a button from my dress, this time from the relative safety of my desk. With the button detached, I set the sheers down and went about the same routine for dropping it into the water bottle. I watched it sink to the bottom of the container to join its fellow fallen brothers, and to quite possibly await the arrival of those still standing. My phone buzzing drew me back to real life, and I was pleased to see another message from Sage. "Only 4 remain, but I'm sure we can change that by the end of the day. However for now, let us change directions a bit; in the duffle there is a zipper pocket on the inside. Within the pocket you will find a tube of icy hot. You are to smear a dollop of the icy hot onto your wet cunt, and do so right at your desk. Enjoy Slut." The idea of rubbing a medicated ointment into my pussy while sitting in my classroom as it is filled with students was electrifying and insane. Then again it didn't stop me from immediately bending down to grab the duffle out from under my desk and begin searching for the stowed away item. When I found the pocket, I slowly zipped it open to retrieve the contents within. The tube was a normal travel size bottle of icy hotand not much else. With my dress now missing some buttons, it was going to make my task just a bit easier. I could shift over on my chair to allow my ass to hang off, while still supporting my weight with half of it on the chair. Slipping the dress open on my legs and tucking it behind me opened up accesses for the task. In position, and making sure no one was looking, I flipped open the cap of the tube to squirt some onto my finger and apply it to my hole. Then I rubbed the some onto fingertips before slowly pressing themagainst my warm sex. I had to really focus on not being obvious or move abnormally as I continued to rub the ointment into my folds. Eventually, I felt as though I had thoroughly rubbed the icy hot in and was able to pull my fingers away. I readjusted my dress to cover me, and repositioned myself on the chair normally. Feeling the ointment begin to heat up my aroused pussy a shiver ran through my body, and a jolt of excitement shot to my pussy. Then my phone signaled yet another new message from Sage, and another jolt hit my pussy. "Pretty slick slut; I applaud your quick completion of the task. Now, take a walk around the room with your new wardrobe adjustments and heat source, as if you are checking up on the students. When you get back to your desk, I will have sent you a message indicating what you will do during your lunch period." Taking the proper precautions to make sure I was adequately covered by my dress, I stood up and began to take a slow stroll around the room. I noticed that any quick movements caused the lower flaps of my dress to fly open, so I did my best to maintain a consistent speed as to not flash of my goods to the students. The path I chose was around one side of the room like I had earlier when cutting off the button, then cutting down the middle row back to the front before circling around the other side of the room to cut back down the middle to my desk. Overall, the walk took about a minute with no one I could see realizing the adjustments to my dress, but as promised, there was indeed a new message on my phone when I returned. "I'm sure you are absolutely leaking right now from all of the excitement, and that is why at lunch you will go use the restroom in the teacher's lounge to wipe yourself down. Inside the restroom, you are to completely unbutton the dress and hang it from the hook on the back of the stall door. You will then insert two fingers into the slutty cunt of yours and wipe them across both of your cheeks on your face. If you have to use the restroom, do so and then get redressed. However, upon buttoning up your dress do not button one of the middle buttons; leave it undone. You will then exit the restroom and the lounge to return to your classroom where you will find further instructions on a piece of paper taped to the bottom of my desk. You should leave yourself at least twenty minutes to complete the second set of instructions, so don't dilly dally in the bathroom slut." Looking up to the clock, I saw that the class was almost over and that my lunch time adventure would soon begin. In my state of dress I was somewhat nervous about walking around the crowded halls, and even more so about having other faculty members see me like I am. I was able to convince myself that the dress covered me appropriately, and that if I was careful no one would be able to tell I was without underwear and with a butt plug lodged inside me. No sudden moves as I made my journey to the restroom and I would be just fine. Moments later, the bell rang and I was startled some back to real time. I waited for my students to file out, and watched Sage as she did the same before standing up from my desk to make my exit. I strolled out of my classroom with my class keys, and closed the door behind me. Taking one last look down to make sure I was covered still, I move on towards my task, careful not to move to fast and cause my dress to flare open. There were students walking all around me as I journeyed the hall towards the lounge, and I had to really focus to keep at a normal pace. Eventually, I reached my destination without any incident and once inside the teacher's lounge I was thankful to see I was the first teacher to have arrived. I quickly darted towards the ladies room to complete my task. Inside there were only two stalls; a normal sized one, and a handicap stall; I chose the normal sized one, and began unbuttoning my dress once I entered. With only four buttons to unfasten, I made quick work and quickly had the garment hanging on the coat hook attached to the back of the stall door. Reaching down with my hand, I slipped two fingers into my warm, juicy box as instructed, and had to really use some self-control to keep from pleasuring myself on the spot. Instead, I did as detailed in Sage's message and pulled them out to wipe the slimy arousal onto my face. I could smell the aromatic arousal of myself as I slid my coated fingers across both of my cheeks. The scent would be a constant reminder of just how slutty I am, and just how far I am willing to go to serve Sage. Satisfied that I had completed my task, I used the restroom quickly and then retrieved my dress and began to redress; making sure to intentionally miss buttoning the second button from the top. Doing so allowed the dress to somewhat push open and exposed more skin if I wasn't careful. I smoothed out the dress, and exited the stall and restroom. In the lounge a few teachers had arrived, but all seemed either to be engaged in conversation with each other, or waiting in line to get there food from the counter. I did say hello to a few of the ones I was friendly with, but did not stop to talk with them as I knew that more awaited me inside my classroom. Back inside my classroom, I hurried to Sage's desk and reached under the table top for the next set of instructions. I was able to find them rather easily, but did wonder how she managed to tape this note under here without being noticed. However, I did not want to ponder that curiosity for long, but rather find out what the instructions contained. Unfolding the sheet of paper, and making sure not to tear it, I read the note to myself. "1. Go stuff the blindfold and ball gag into your snatch, letting the straps of each hang out. 2. You are not to sit for the remainder of the school day. 3. Tape five of the naughty photos of yourself, that don't entirely show your face, to the bottoms of the desks in the middle row. 4. I will be in to give you further instructions after school." So naughty and dangerous, were Sage's instructions, but looking at the clock I knew it was best not to think and instead just do. I hurried to grab the blindfold and ball gag from my, and then easily slip both into my overly saturated slit. I then retrieved the file containing all of the photos of me, and leafed through them to find five that met the criteria. All five photos where of me on all fours with a different item inserted into me, but with my face not captured in the shot. Grabbing my tape dispenser from my desk I obediently began the task of taping each photo securely to the bottom of each desk in the middle row. I made sure to tape them down well so as to not have any of them fall off, or be accidently felt by one of my students. With my initial tasks complete, I straightened out my dress to cover as best and most I could, and then waited for the next class bell to ring. The standing task for the remaining periods would not be too much of an issue; it just meant I could not use my desk as added cover. Considering I only had three buttons fastened of the four I had left after starting with eight, I would have to take extra precautions with my movements. Also, I had the dangling straps of the blindfold and ball gag that if I wasn't careful could become visible. The only way to get through it would be to stay headstrong and push through. I would just act as if everything was fine and normal, and no one would be the wiser; or at least I hoped that would be the case. The next bell rang and the following periods went by with me filled with anxiety and nerves. I kept wondering if my students were looking at me any different, if they could tell just how undressed I truly was. Every moment of a student's head I was sure entailed they were trying to get a look at me, or noticed something off about me. I slowly paced around the room during the period to look more natural, but had to really focus on how my dressed moved with me and it caused me not to really be able to focus on anything else. Of course my worries and paranoia was most likely all in my head, as it seemed that my students didn't really care if I was in the room or not. Eventually, my fears were able to drift away when the final bell dismissing school rang. With my students now gone, I stood and waited for my mistress to arrive. As I waited, I looked down at my dress which started out with eight buttons, but now only had four remaining with only three fastened. It was just covering enough of me to keep me from being too suspicious of my goings on, but barely. My heart begun to flutter with the excitement of how I was dressed, and the journey it took for me to get there. However, before I could think about the feeling further, Sage came into my room. "Looking good my little teacher slut, I hope your last periods went smoothly." I nodded my head in response, as she proceeded to close and lock my door before heading over to me with her book bag on her shoulder. "Well, might as well take the dress off now considering it's barely on you to begin with." I complied quickly, and soon found myself standing naked in my classroom once again. "I have a few exciting afterschool activities planned for you today, but first remove the blindfold and gag from your cunt and then help me undress." Again, I quickly followed Sage's orders, and pulled out the items from my dripping sex before focusing my attention on getting her clothes off. Once I had both her t-shirt and jeans off, she reached past me for the ball gag and blindfold and then put them both onto me before having me knell. The aroma of my arousal on the items was thick and intoxicating; I could also feel the dampness on my skin which only further triggered my arousal. "There, now you look like a good sub-slut ready to be used by her mistress." Just as she had that morning, Sage begun to rub her exposed crotch into my face, seeking pleasure from me. I love the way her slick lips felt gliding across my nose and stretched open lips. She used one hand to hold my head in place as she continued her grinding into me. I only wished I had my mouth available to taste her, but knew that this was how Sage wanted it, and I had to respect that. Occasionally, her grinding was more forceful, and she would pull my head into her extra tight to build further friction. I just knelt there and took it like a good sub, and enjoying every moment. Her juices were coating my face, and I was becoming drunk on her aromatic arousal. She eventually came, jerking her hips and pelvis into my face as she did. Seconds later she came down from her orgasmic high, and undid the gag from my mouth and removed the blindfold. "Once again slut, that was amazing, and to treat you on your good work, I will allow you to lick out my ass for a bit." Sage then turned around, bent over slightly, and presented me with her rear end. I wasted no time falling into position, and soon had my hands on her ass cheeks and my mouth puckered up to her asshole. Letting my tongue flatten out over her delicate rosebud, I coated it with my saliva. I began to really get into the task, and soon had my tongue lodged just inside her entrance. She tasted divine, and I could feel my pussy become even more saturated then before. I felt as though I could lick out Sage's ass forever, but unfortunately that was not to be. After only a few short minutes, Sage pulled away leaving begging for more. "That's enough slut, I can't let you become spoiled now. Plus, your first planned activity starts soon, and I don't want you to be late. I have been thinking you could possibly work on your flexibility some, so I signed you up for a yoga class this afternoon. It starts at three at your gym, and I got your yoga attire here with me." Sage then grabbed her book bag, opened it, and pulled out a pair of black yoga pants, and a pink sports bra. She also pulled out a pair of simple pink flip flops. "Here, put these on so I can see how you will look." I took the garments from Sage, and pulled on the pants first. She had said nothing about removing the plug, so I assumed she wanted me to leave it in. As I pulled on the pants, I realized that they were not as thick as usual yoga pants and actually seemed to be a couple sizes too small for me. The thin fabric really stretched as I pulled them up my legs and over my ass to my hips. The stretching helped to thin out the already thin material, and create a somewhat sheer effect. I could only imagine what it would look like when I would bend over and stretch into different yoga poses. The sports bra was also a bit more flirty than normal, with thin straps over my shoulders and across my back. While it did cover everything up, and provided adequate support, it also made sure to accentuate my breast rather than push them down as other sports bra tend to do. I could see myself, but I was sure I looked a bit stripperish and quite possibly a little underdressed for the gym. From the look of me, I can get a sense of what Sage is hoping to happen to me. She wants me to be embarrassed to be dressed as I am at the gym. She wants me to be humiliated when I bend over and stretch in yoga; showing off all my goods, and the plug. I know this, and I know that I will certainly be a bit embarrassed dressed as I am at the gym and a bit humiliated knowing what can be seen when I bend over in these pants. However, I also know I will do it for Sage, to prove my obedience and to earn my trip away with her. I was ready for anything Sage could throw at me, and I was sure she still had plenty in store for me in the coming days. "Will don't you look like the perfect little gym slut? I wish I could be there to look at the reactions on the other gym goers faces. Oh well, I'm sure you will remember. You better get going, don't want to be late and end up in the back where no one can see you. Here, you can wear this until you get to your car." Cynthia's Submission Ch. 12 She handed me a simple windbreaker jacket and my car keys. I was fortunate that she allowed me to have the jacket, as the school would still be filled with other teachers and plenty of straggling students who would probably be caught off guard by my pink sports bra. I slipped the jacket on, and got ready to head out to my car. "Oh, and before I forget, inside your car you will find a gym bag with a towel and your change of clothes for the next after school activity. Also inside you will find instructions for after the class and info about what is next after your yoga session. Have fun slut." I nodded my understanding, and turned to leave. It was different, because I was leaving my classroom while Sage was still standing naked in it. Usually it happened the other way around. I chose not to think about it too much; figuring she just wanted to take her time to get dressed and possibly pick up all the erotic paraphernaliainside my room. I passed through the halls of the school, still filled partially with students, on my out to my car to leave for the first time in two days. As I walked, I could feel my butt jiggle a bit in the yoga pants, and also the continual pressure of the plug which had now been inside of me for close to 9 hours. At my car I did indeed find a gym bag inside on the passenger's seat, and I wondered what exactly my change of clothes and second activity would consist of. However, I didn't take the time to look inside to see what I'd be wearing, and instead started my car to head over to the gym. If Sage wanted me the front row, I was sure I would have to get there early to do so. After a short drive I arrived at my location, and lucked out to find a parking spot close to the entrance. Grabbing the bag off the seat, I made my way inside and after checking in at the front desk, headed into the locker room. I had made sure to grab a quarter from my car to be able to have access to a locker to store my stuff. Also, I wanted to try a find a somewhat secluded locker just in case Sage had any devilish ideas for me after Yoga. Finding a good locker, I took off the wind breaker and store it along with the bag inside before leaving to find the room for the class. I was about ten minutes early, and only a few other women were already inside. It looked to be one group of three friends and then two others alone. I stepped inside the windowed and mirrored room, grabbing a provided mat, and taking my spot at the front near the center. The group of women spotted up behind me and to the left, while the other two women had spots in the front on either end. As I waited for the instructor to arrive, and the class to start, I began to loosen up my body some by doing a bit of routine stretching. While I stretched, more women began to arrive, and most where getting their fair share of looks in of me and how I was dressed; also I could tell that some chattering had begun about as well. Promptly, the instructor arrived and soon began the hour long class. We started with basic yoga poses, and worked our way to some more intermediate ones. Each pose that involved bending over at the waist I knew was providing quite the show for anyone behind that cared to look. The fabric of the pants would be stretched to near breaking points, thinning out the material to reveal everything I had; pussy and plugged asshole. To make things even more interesting was the sweat I was working up, and my own natural arousal forming wet patches on my pants. Every once in a while, during a pose, I would hear some snickering from the women behind me and I knew it was me that was the cause of it. By the end of the class I was exhausted and thoroughly embarrassed. The humiliation of openly exposing myself in that manner had me shaking after the hour was up. Sweaty and aroused and exited the yoga room, and headed back to my locker. I knew the instructions would be a waiting for me in the bag, and though I was thoroughly embarrassed from the most recent task, I also was excited and intrigued to see what was to come. The giggling of the women in the class grew louder the further I got away from them, as if trying to push the humiliation further, but I did not care because I only had one thing on my mind; what was next. Inside the locker room, and at my locker, I pulled out the paper to see what Sage had waiting for me. "Hope yoga class went will slut and that you feel nice and limber. As for what you are to do next, firstly take a shower because I am sure you are a sweaty, smelly pig after your class. However, you are to strip down naked at your locker and leave your clothes and towel inside of it as you go take it. I want you to have to walk naked across the locker room with that plug in your slutty ass. At the showers, immediately pull out the plug, rinse it off, and then stick it in your mouth until you are finished and return to your locker. Wash yourself using only the provided soap dispensers; hair and body. When you have finished washing yourself, return to your locker dripping wet, and then slowly take your time to towel off. Make sure you do your best to remain uncovered the entire time. Once dry, lay the towel down on the bench, and finally remove the plug from your mouth storing it in the gym bag. You'll find in the bag lotion to use on yourself; make sure to take your time applying it, doing your best to be as sensual as possible. Once you are moisturized from head to toe, reach in and grab out what you are to wear to your next activity. You will be going to the movies, and having a bit of fun. I'll text you the movie, time, and theatre in a bit. Hope you enjoy you little locker room experience slut. Sincerely, Mistress Sage" The idea of walking naked across the locker room was thrilling, and nerve racking. In my attempt to get a tucked away locker, I inadvertently pick one on the far end of the room from the showers. Now I had been to this gym plenty times, and have taken a number of showers there, but I don't recall ever seeing a woman just freely walking through the locker room in the nude. Of course I have seen the occasional naked woman in the showers and getting changed at the locker, but nothing as blatantly sexual as I was about to attempt. Because I couldn't think of letting Sage down, I peeled off my sports bra and pants, and set both inside the locker. It took only seconds for me to become nude, and I was instantly aroused from it. No one was around to see me, but that was soon to change as I made my way towards the showers. I had to travel about 200 feet approximately, and being that it was getting closer to the busy time for the gym, the room was filling up. The closer I got to the showers, the more women I began to pass. At first, I don't think anyone really took too much notice, but eventually I did notice more second takes and a bit of whispering lofting in the air. However, no one said anything directly to me, and I soon made it to the showers. The showering area consisted of a long narrow room, with tiled floors and walls. Along either side of the room where lines of shower stalls that allowed a person to shower somewhat privately, which made the next part of my task a bit easier to manage. I quickly fond a vacant stall and shut myself inside; turning on the water as I did. As the water temperature rose I reached behind me and pulled out the plug that had been embedded in my ass for the majority of the day. It had a slimy coat of lube on it, which I quickly rinsed away under the shower head, and then inserted it into my mouth. I felt ridiculous with it in my mouth, but knew it was only going to get more embarrassing after the shower. By now the water was warm and I began to rinse away the sweat and the day from my body. I took a moment to really let the heat of the water engulf me, and take my away from reality. Eventually, I came back to the present and began the task of washing myself. It took some time considering that I could only use the soap dispenser in the shower, but I got down to business and got myself lathered up. Rinsing away all of the suds, I again took time to linger under the water to enjoy the warmth and the pressure. Of course the idea of my arousal kept into my find, and I had to fight the urge to act on it and touch myself. That would have been against the wishes of Sage, and not the proper thing to do. Turning off the water, I let myself drip dry a bit before opening the door to my shower stall and taking my first exposed step back in to the public eye. More women were walking around the shower room, but all had on either towels or gym clothing; I was the only one stark naked with a butt plug lodged in her mouth. As I began walking out of the room, the looks and stares came quicker and more apparent. So too did the chatting about me, with many women openly calling me names like slut, and skank. I ignored it all, and focused on my path to my locker. Occasionally, I would pass a group of women and one of them would point at me, at the plug in my mouth, and they would all begin laughing. The entire walk was extremely humiliating, but for whatever reason I was also becoming wildly aroused. Eventually, I reached my locker and thankfully I was still somewhat secluded from everyone. Anybody could still walk over and see me, but at the moment no one was near. I quickly opened my locker and pulled out the towel to dry off. I made sure to do so as Sage had requested, and did my best not to cover too much of myself in the process. My body was soon dry, and I was able to get my hair dry enough so it was no longer dripping wet but rather damp. Setting the towel down on the bench, I then took out the plug to inside the locker and then reached into the bag and found the bottle of lotion Sage had provided. Again, just as she requested, I started to apply the lotion all over my body as sensual as possible. I started with my feet, lifting them up to the bench and bending over to slather them with the lotion one by one. After each foot was done, I switched my attention to my legs and again propped my foot on the bench top to do so. I slowly worked the lotion into the skin on my legs, and inched my way closer to my exposed pussy. Though I didn't touch my slit, I could certainly feel the heat radiating off of it as rubbed the lotion into my groin areas. Once my both legs were adequately moisturized, I began on my butt. I really worked the cool, creamy substance into each cheek, making sure to also get into the crack. I'm sure that to anyone who would have happened to see me would have thought I was molesting myself. Satisfied with the job on my ass, I worked up my torso and my breasts. Massaging the lotion into my body in public was certainly an invigorating experience. I got the rest of my body finished, and stashed the lotion back in the bag before pulling out what I was to wear to the movies. To my shock, all that Sage had provided me was a mid-length, tan trench coat. Nothing else was provided with it, and believe me I looked. Considering I had no other options, I slipped on the coat and fastened it shut with the buttons, and belt. The top button seemed to be missing, as I suspected Sage may have had something to do with that, but overall the trench coat concealed my nudity quite well. It fell to about mid-thigh, and would look as though I was just wearing a short skirt or pair of shorts underneath. I started to pack up the gym bag to leave, when my phone buzzed with a message from Sage. It listed out the movie, one that had been out for quite some time, the theater, and time of 7:10pm. It would take me about ten minutes to get to the theatre, which meant I had plenty of time to make it there. With the gym bag packed up, stashed my car keys into the pocket of the coat and felt something contained in it. I pulled out a twenty dollar bill of which I realized Sage had provided so I could pay for the movie. I exited the locker room, still earning stares from the other women, and strolled out to my car. As I walk, the bottom of the coat would split open to allow my legs room to swing back and forth, as well as show off a great deal amount of skin. So much so, that I am sure that anyone clever enough would realize I wasn't wearing anything underneath. At my car, I threw the bag on the passenger seat and climbed inside. The thrill of only wearing a coat in public certainly got me hot and bothered, and I good only hope Sage had something even more wicked planned for me at the movies. I drove the ten minutes to the theater fighting the urge to let my hand fall to my crotch and play the entire way. I arrived thirty minutes early which I felt would be perfect and allow me to pick a seat in the back. After purchasing the ticket at the window, and having it torn by the attendant inside, I made my way to the theatre to find my seat. As I assumed, the place was empty, because of the fact that it was a movie that had been out for a while, it was still thirty minutes until it was to start, and that it also was a weekday. I was able to get my seat in the back row and right in the center. While I sat a waited for the movie to start, I began to wonder what kind of devilish plan Sage had in store for me. I came up with all kinds of off the wall ideas, but knew that no matter what I crafted in my head, it could never compare to what Sage could create. After about twenty minutes of waiting and no one joining me in the theatre, I felt my phone buzz to life with another message from Sage. "I will be there in a few minutes. Make sure you are in the back, and I expect your coat to be open when I arrive." Her message was simple and to the point, and it also gave me a warm feeling knowing that I would be seeing her soon. I quickly unfastened my coat and opened it to comply with Sage's wishes. My entire naked form was on display to anyone who would come into the room and venture towards me. I was sure that I was too visible from the bottom rows, but knew that if anyone did come in that the further they came up, the more they would see of me. My breathing quickened and my heart raced as I sat exposed, waiting for my Mistress. My eyes were constantly darting back and forth to the two entrance ways, hoping to Sage and praying no one else. Three minutes passed, and I heard the door at the right entrance way open. My breath caught and heart stopped, as I waited eagerly to see who would appear from around the wall. The seconds it took for the mystery person to come in felt like hours, but eventually the wait ended and I was happy and relieved to see that it was Sage. She ascended the stairs to my row with a wicked little grin on her face that I knew meant exciting things for me. Unlike at school, she was no longer wearing just a t-shirt and jeans but instead a long flowing, black cotton dress draped over her petite frame. The hem fell to her ankles and was held in place by two thin shoulder straps. A leather belt synched the dress at the waist, and a large leather purse completed her look. As she reached my seat, she spoke without sitting down. "Well slut, don't you look stunning. I think we will be able to have a lot of fun tonight at the movies, but first I need to get a drink. Give me the change from your ticket, and watch my purse; I'll be right back." Setting her bag down on the chair next to me she turned and left, and as quick as she had arrived she left just as fast. I was left to once again sit alone and exposed in the empty, quiet theater. I looked over to Sage's larger than normal purse, and wondered what it could contain. My thoughts were diverted however when the lights went out, and the screen began to display the previews for upcoming releases. I was wondering what was taking Sage so long as I watched with little interest the second preview roll across the screen. Finally, part way into the third, Sage appeared once again from the right entrance hallway carrying a large fountain drink in her hand. With her black dress she almost blended in with the darkness of the room, but I was able to keep my eyes locked on her as she climbed her way towards me. As she reached me again, this time she said nothing as she set her drink into the armrest cup holder, and moved her bag over one seat to sit down beside me. Once settled in she said one word, and one word only, "Coat" while holding out her hand. I immediately knew what to do, and slip the open coat the rest of the way off and handed it over to my mistress. It was another first for me, as I sat completely naked in a movie theatre awaiting further instructions from Sage. We sat in silence for the reminder of the previews as I remained a ball of nerves in my exposed state. Finally, after the opening credits played through, Sage spoke, "Put these on behind you" she said handing me a pair of cuffs I assumed she pulled out of her purse. I quickly and obediently complied, locking my hands up behind my back. I now had to lean forward a bit to keep the metal of the cuffs from digging into my wrists. Sage's silence resumed once the cuffs were attached, and I had to constantly wonder what was next. After five more minutes of silence Sage spoke up. "I wish there had been more people here that would have made things a bit more interesting. I guess we will just have to take things a different way. Why don't you start by standing up and walking up to the screen, bending over, and then walking back slut?" I nodded my understanding and stood up to begin my walk. Having to walk, restrained and nude to the front of the theatre wasn't bad considering it was empty, but the idea that anyone at any moment could walk in kept the danger level up and my excitement bubbling. I slowly strolled my way down the stairs to the screen, stopping at its center, and bent over at the waist with my ass pointed towards Sage. With my task complete, I returned the way I had come to get Sage's next set of instructions. "Very nice my little sub-slut, you looked so slutty walking out in front of the screen. It caused me to get a little wet, so get down on your knees and get between my thighs to lick me." Without a moment of hesitation, I dropped to my knees in front of Sage and got my face under her dress that she was kind enough to hold up for me. My mouth immediately found her slit, and began lather it with my tongue. She tasted so divine, and though I had already had my face between her thighs twice that day, I still savor the experience for all it was worth. Sage let me lick her for quite a while, but I could tell she wasn't looking for me to make her cum just yet. The sound of the movie playing behind me only made the whole experience hotter, as I was simply there to service my mistress as she got entertained by another source. After about ten minutes of attentive tonguing, Sage pushed me away and ordered me to stand up. I did as I was told, and stood up in front of her naked and cuffed as I awaited further instruction. I watched as she reached into her bag and pulled out a large, realistic shaped dildo and held it in front of her. "Though I enjoyed your meticulous tongue bath of my pussy, it was starting to distract me from the movie. So, why don't you use your mouth on this while I continue to follow along with the movie? Oh, and do it over there on your knees slut." As she said that, she tossed the dildo over to the end of the row with a thud, and I submissively trailed after it as if like a dog playing fetch. Reaching the spot at which the dildo landed, I dropped to my knees and began to use my mouth to stand the phallic toy up right. Once it was standing tall and straight, I did as ordered and worked my mouth onto it as if it was indeed a real cock. I really pushed myself to make it a truly realistic blow job; to show off to my mistress just how obedient I could be. Saliva soon coated the rubber prick, and my throat began to be invaded by the length as I worked my way further onto it. If the dildo could of, it certainly would have cum all over me by now. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 12 My assault on the fake dick continued for some time, and I would switch my methods from deep throating to sensual suckling to keep things interesting. Occasionally, I would steal a glance over to Sage, but never did I notice her looking my. She seemed perfectly content watching the film rather than her naked and cuffed submissive felating a large dildo on the stairs of a public movie theatre. While I felt a ping of disappointment that she was not watching me, I knew better than to let it deter me from performing at anything else but my best. Eventually, once the movie was about half over, I heard Sage call over to me, instructing me to return to her with the dildo in my mouth. I quickly grabbed the dildo up with my teeth, stood, and eagerly sauntered over to my mistress. She removed the rubber phallus from my mouth, and set it into my chair's cup holder. The thick rubber piece protruded out towards me almost in a taunting manner, but my attention went back to Sage as she reached for her bag once again. This time she did not pull out anything, but rather was opening it to put stuff away. I watched as she folded up my coat and stuffed it inside before reaching over for the dildo and placing it atop my tucked away garment. She zipped up the bag and then spoke. "Well I'm bored with this movie, not quite what I thought it was going to be. Let's get out of here so I can get home and do some homework, and you can get yourself some well needed sleep I'm sure. We can go out the back way considering how you are dressed, unless you would prefer to go out the front." I shook my head no, though the idea did make my nether regions tingle. "I figured as much. I'll lead the way, but don't you dare fall too far behind. Let's get going slut." Sage began to walk down the stairs to the theatre's back exit, and I obediently followed behind her. Within seconds we reached the exit door which opened out into the back alleyway behind the Cineplex. It wasn't too late at night, but still there was no one around and everything was silent. We stepped out into the alley, and the door shut behind me marking no way back in, we could only move forward now. My car and I assumed Sage's too, were parked around the front of the theater which meant I would have to take the risk of being seen openly in front of the building. A shiver ran through my body at the thought, but Sage seemed to have no drawbacks about it at all. She continued to walk through the alley towards the front of the building as if I wasn't following behind her naked. Not wanting to disappoint my mistress I nervously followed close behind. As we reached the corner of the building, Sage took a peek around and then a glance back at me before taking the deciding step out into the open. I took a steadying deep breath and followed. Fortunately, as I appeared from around the side of the building, I did not see any sign of cars pulling in, or people walking about. This steadied my nerves some, and allowed me to continue on. We approached our cars, Sage had parked beside me, and I glanced back at the main entrance of the theater as we did. That's when I noticed that there was a small group of five or six people waiting in line to purchase tickets to a show. All they would have to do would be to turn and look in my direction to notice I was walking through the lot completely naked and helpless. I pulled my stare away from the crowd, as I assured myself I was fine and no one would look. A few more steps and we reached our cars. Sage went to her car first and ordered that I stay standing at the trunk to wait for her to give me my car keys. She opened her car door, and dropped her bag on the seat before opening it up and digging out my keys from the pocket of the coat. She also reached over to the cup holder and retrieved the keys to the cuffs I was still wearing before returning to me. Once she unlocked my wrists, she handed me my keys and gave me my final instructions for the night. "You are to drive home as you are now. Once home, do whatever you need to get ready for bed. I want you well rested for tomorrow, for it will be a long one. Meet me at the school at 5 am dressed in the outfit I left for you on the bed. Is this clear slut?" I nodded my head indicate my understanding of the instructions. "Very good, I will see you tomorrow morning then. Drive safe slut, and get your rest you are going to need it." With that she returned to her open car door and proceeded to enter it and pull away. I nonchalantly walked over to my car and did the same. The drive home was uneventful, considering I made it while nude, but it went quickly and I couldn't wait to get back home to fall asleep. It wasn't until I started driving that I realized how exhausted I was. A good night's sleep was certainly in order, and even the curiosity of what Sage had planned for tomorrow would keep me from achieving it. Once home, I quickly enter my house and made my way to the bedroom. I wanted to take a nice relaxing bath, touch up my shaved regions, and then crash into bed. On my bed I saw the outfit lift out for me by Sage and a sly grin appeared on my face. It was just a white, baby doll style dress, and a pair of white leather heels. I could not even begin to imagine what she had in mind for me while wearing that outfit, and I chose not to ponder it either. Rather I wanted to take her advice and get my rest, but first a bath. To be continued... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 13 After my relaxing bath the night before and a rather rejuvenating sleep, I awoke early in the morning ready to continue my submission to Sage. I cleaned myself up, making myself presentable for my mistress, and then dressed in the provided clothing option for the day. I looked ten years younger in the small baby doll dress, and my hair in pig tails for an extra punch. The hem of the dress fell to just above mid-thigh, and I wondered how Sage expected me to teach in such a short garment. The shoulder straps were a basic tank style with a deep scoop in the back. I also noticed that the material of the dress was rather thin, and that the color of my nipples was visible through the dress. Sliding into the heels only accentuated the shortness of the skirt as I stood atop four and a half inch tall shoes. They too, would make it difficult to teach in, but I had to reassure myself to trust in Sage's choices, as she has not yet steered me wrong. She has steered me dangerously close and thrilling on the edge, but never to the point of negative ramifications. Looking over myself in the mirror I could begin to feel my pussy moisten the possibilities to come, and my body quivered with the thought. Ready to go, and satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my keys and phone to head out to meet Sage. I arrived three minutes to five, and waited for my mistress's arrival. She pulled into the lot just at five and parked next to my car before signaling me over to her. I quickly exited my car, and headed over to her passenger side door, and as I reached it she unlocked the door to allow me access. Once inside my mistress's car and seated, she spoke. "I love the addition of the pigtails to your overall look slut; very teeny bopper. Well as for today, we are going on a little field trip to do some shopping, and don't worry yourself, I already set up for a substitute for your classes. Shall we slut?" Sage started the car and pulled away from the parking lot. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of tennis shoes. Of course she still looked absolutely stunning. I sat in silence as I wondered where we were headed to. Soon my wonder was answered as Sage made her way on to the highway heading south, where she indicated that we going to the next town over to shop the outlet mall that was there. The next town over was about an hour drive, and because it was still early traffic was light. We made excellent time, but the whole trip I kept expecting Sage to order me to do something; take off my dress, play with myself, or play with her, but nothing ever came. This frightened me some, because I knew that it probably meant she had bigger plans for me which of course also excited me to not know for sure what to expect. Pulling into the town, that early Sage decided it might be best if we had breakfast considering the shops would not open for another hour. She pulled up to a local diner that served food 24 hours a day, and parked. Before getting out she looked over to me, and smiled a devilish smile that I knew meant she would soon be putting into motion part of her plan. We exited her car and made our way through the relatively empty lot to the entrance of the eatery. I only saw a few cars parked in front of the place, and figured that they didn't much traffic at this hour. As we walked up to the entrance, Sage informed me that I was to sit with my knees apart, and that I was to allow her to order for me. Upon entering the diner, we were greeted by a middle aged waitress from behind the counter telling us to pick a seat and that she would be right over to get our drink order. I followed sage as she walk into the dining area and chose a booth next to the glass windows overlooking the parking lot. She sat on one side, with her back to the entrance, and I slid in across from her while remembering to keep my knees apart. With the table top in the way, no one would have an easy time seeing up my dress, but it certainly would be noticeable that I was wearing a short dress and had my knees apart. However, a quick look around the place, I knew there wasn't going to be too many people trying to look. The only other patrons were all well older, and stationed at the counter on the stools with their backs to our booth. Sage looked over the menu stashed at the end on the booth, and I did the same to make it look as though I was actually having an ordinary breakfast. In fact to anyone else I sure it was going to look like that, but I knew that this breakfast was going to be anything other than ordinary. Eventually, the waitress that greeted us came over and took our drink order. Sage ordered herself a cup of coffee, while for me she ordered just a glass of ice water. The server jotted it down and left us to ponder or meal options. Once she left us alone, Sage looked up at me from the menu and spoke. "I think I'll have the Denver omelet, and you will just have the cut fruit plate.' I just nodded my understanding and put my menu down. We sat in silence as we waited for the waitress to return with or drink, which soon she did. Once dropping off our two beverages she took our meal order and went off to check in on the guests at the counter. With her out of ear shot again, Sage spoke up while reaching into her purse. "Spread open your legs some more, I want to take a picture of your snatch exposed while you sit in this booth." Without even the slightest hesitation, I opened my legs further and watched as my mistress dropped her phone below the table and snapped a picture of my exposure. She brought the phone back up to look at the image, and another smile appeared on her face. "Now, pull down your top so I can get one of your perky tits as well." This time I did take a moment, but only to look around and check to see if the coast was clear. The waitress was nowhere in sight and the other patrons still had their backs to us, so I quickly yanked the top of my dress down to show off my breasts to Sage's phone. Seconds later, I heard the sound of the shutter, and I was able to readjust my dress to hide my chest again. Sage seemed satisfied with both pictures because she didn't ask me to do it again so she could retake them. In fact, she actually showed both of the images to me before setting her phone down on the table. Both pictures were highly erotic and had the same effect of causing my sex to moisten. I looked so natural sitting in the booth with my pussy and boobs out in the open; as if it was just another day in the diner for me. A moment later the waitress returned with our food, asked if we needed anything else, and then turned back to focus on the counter when Sage said we were all set. We ate our food in relative silence; I could tell Sage was trying to build up my anticipation for tasks to come. Every once in a while she would smirk coyly at me before putting a forkful of omelet into her delicate mouth, and I would just quake with trembling nerves as I awaited the next daring task. I was somehow able to focus enough to finish my cut fruit, which seemed to make Sage happy as she gave me some praise for doing so. Sage soon finished her food as well, and the waitress came back to clear the table and drop off our check. As soon as she turned to walk away, Sage slid the check over to me, indicating I was to pay. However, as I stood up to go over to the register to settle up, Sage stopped me to indicate just how I was to do it. "You will pay using your credit card, so you will have to sign a slip. When the lady hands the pen over, you will fumble with it and let it fall to the ground. Then you will have to pick it up, but do so making sure your ass is facing the patrons seated at the counter and your knees are locked. Think you can manage that slut?" I nodded indicating that I understood, knowing full well that it was my humiliation and embarrassment she was looking to achieve from this task. I also knew that it would only cause me to seek further such attention, and drive my passion to continue performing as Sage saw fit. As I walked away from our booth, I could feel the cool air of the diner engulf the wetness of my arousal. The image of my exposure popped into my head at that moment and I knew full well that the glisten of my slit would be noticeable to those you looked. Reaching the counter I set the ticket on top of it, and waited for the waitress to come over and ring me up. It took her only a moment to refill a few of the other customers coffee mugs before she made her way over to me, and by that time I had my card ready to be swiped. As I stood there watching the women punch in my tab and ready my card to be run through the system, I could feel my arousal grow and could of sworn I felt it begin to coat my inner thighs. That meant it would only be more obvious how turned on I was when I bent over, but I was shaken from that thought when the waitress handed back my card and a pen to sign the freshly printed slip. Considering I was a bit distracted, I actually did feel as though my fumbling with the pen and my card wasn't too obviously purposeful. It was almost unattended, the way I let the pen slip through my fingers as she handed it over to me, and then allowed my card to follow soon after as if I was trying to catch the falling pen with both hands. Mere seconds was all it took for both to lay rest on the diner floor, and no sooner had they fallen that I did as instructed by Sage and bend over at the waist, ass pointed towards the counter patrons, knees locked, and picked up the two items. My exposure was brief, but noticeable by anyone caring to look. When I stood back up with the pen and ready to sign, I could see that the waitress looked, and did seemed all too pleased with seeing me wetness. She had a look of almost disgust on her face, as if I was just some tramp causing a ruckus in here diner. I simply ignored her look, signed the slip of paper, and said thank you to her before turning to rejoin Sage who was now standing by the door waiting for me. The grin on her face told me that I had pleased her, which made the incident worthwhile for me. I didn't look to see if any of the customers at the counter had caught a glance of my exposure because it didn't matter; just the idea that they may had was enough to excite me beyond belief. We exited the diner and returned to Sage's car where before getting in Sage surprised me with another task. It was a quick one, but not any less nerve racking or daring. She ordered me to actually take off my dress and put it into the trunk of the car before being allowed inside. Though the parking lot was dead, and the only people around where the ones we left inside the diner, I was still uneasy about the idea of stripping nude in broad daylight. Sage popped the truck before entering into the driver's seat of the car, and I took a quick look around, a steadying breath, and then pulled the dress up and over my head. I tossed it into the empty trunk, closing the lid once I had, and scurried over to the passenger side of the car to get in. All in all, I was naked outside for no more than a few seconds, but the thrill I got from it was enough to get my juices flowing. Sage pulled out of the lot once I was inside, and the feeling of driving around an unfamiliar town while completely naked was certainly a new experience. It was a small town, and still early, but there still was a number of cars on the road that we either passed or were passed by. All of which could've easily looked over to see me sitting at least what would look to be topless to their perspective. However, most seemed too focused on the road ahead to look over; they were in the morning commute fog people get into on their way to work. I on the other hand was doing my best to keep from dripping onto my mistress' seat. The flood of arousal I was experiencing was at all new levels for me; or at least it seemed like that. We drove on to the parking lot of the outside shopping mall that Sage had informed me earlier that we were going to. As we arrived at our destination, I took a look at the clock and saw that school would just be starting for everyone, but for us the shops would now be open. Considering the early hour, and that it was a weekday, the parking lot for the outlet mall was rather empty of cars. Sage though paid no mind and pulled in between two cars near the front of the lot before looking over to me with the just the slightest hint of a grin on her face. "Well slut, let's do a bit of shopping, but you of course will have to put your dress back on. A naughty slut like yourself can't go shopping naked, so hurry up and get dressed." I heard the trunk pop open, and knew Sage expected me to exit the vehicle myself to put my dress on outside of it. Taking a quick glance around, and making sure the two cars beside us were empty, I hopped out of the car and retrieved my dress from the trunk. Slipping it over my head, I smoothed it down into place before closing the lid. When I did, I heard Sage's door open and watched as she slid out of the car to join me. Though she didn't actually come over to me, but rather waved me over to her so we could walk towards the mall together. As we walked, I could feel the crisp morning air breeze under my dress and touch the dampness between my thighs. The feeling sent signals of naughtiness to my brain, and only further added to my state of arousal. I also, wonder what twisted plans Sage had in store for me, but knew it better not to ponder on such thoughts for long as I was never able to predict my mistress' intentions. The only thing I knew for sure was that we were doing some shopping, or at least that is what Sage had said we were doing. Closing in on the outdoor outlet mall, I could tell that it wasn't busy, with only a few shoppers strolling around looking for bargains. To say I felt a bit out of place thanks to my daringly short dress and high heels would have been an understatement. The other shoppers were all older women or men, retirement age, and dressed as such. Plus, Sage just looked like a normal teenager in her shirt and jean combo, making my look stand out even further. That fact however, had to also be put out of my head considering I would certainly need all of my will power to complete whatever tasks Sage had in store for me. Sage lead the way to a trendy teen store, and once inside she immediately began going through the racks of clothes looking for items. I didn't dare drift off in case she wanted me for some reason, and also I was intrigued to see what she was pulling of the racks and holding onto. We were the only two customers in the store, and eventually the shop girl came over to greet us. Again Sage took care of the talking, and indicated that we would like a fitting room set up to try on the number of garments she was already able to collect. The shop girl happily agreed taking the clothes from Sage had leading the way back to the dressing rooms. There were three tucked in the back of the store, and she hung the clothes from the back of the door for the largest of the three. She told us that if there was anything else we needed to call her over, and that she would be happy to help. We were then left alone to enter into the dressing room, and I began to envision what Sage was planning. The clothes Sage had picked out were all dresses and skirts, with a single pair of leggings thrown in as the only pant. I at least thought I knew what Sage was planning, but I soon found out that I was still in the dark. She did have me remove my dress, but not so I could try on any of the outfits, just for the simple fact that I would be nude. It was her who began to try on the clothes while I stood and watched. Unfortunately, I didn't get treated to the viewing I would've hoped for, as she continued you wear her bra and boy short panties as she tried them on; I still felt lucky to see that much though. Occasionally, she would ask me what I thought of a certain garment on her while she looked herself over in the mirror. I would give over my reply, to a nod of her head before she would take off the piece of clothing to try the next. She looked good in everything she tried on, but it seemed none of the pieces were to her liking as she redressed in her original clothes before speaking again to me. "I think I need to look around a bit more. You stay here slut while I take these back and find some more to try on. Remain as you are the entire time, and don't move unless I say so. Think you can manage that my little teacher slut?" I nodded my head yes, before she gathered up the clothes and exited the dressing room. She left the door to the dressing room open which would allow anyone that may come back there an unimpeded view of my naked body. Also, I noticed that my dress was no longer in the room with me, and realized that Sage must have "mistakenly" taken it with her. As I stood there waiting for my mistress to return, I could hear her talking with the sales girl. "Not to your liking I see. Here I'll take those from you, so you can better browse." The sales girl spoke so cheerily and genuine. "Thank you very much. I'm sure I find something in here that I can't live without." "Is your friend still trying on a few items?" "Yeah, but I think she is more just staring at herself in the mirror. She can be pretty vain." The sales girl chuckled at Sage's remark, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment at how she made me sound so shallow. However, it also had the effect of causing my sex to heat up, and become damp. Unconsciously, my hand went to it and I could feel the warmth radiating off of it and my wetness coat my fingertips. Realizing my hand had drifted off, I pulled it back away and continued to stand still and wait while I listened for more from Sage and the shop girl. It was quiet for a while, until more of Sage's plan unfolded. The shop girl called over to Sage, "I'm sorry, but I think this is your friends dress. We don't carry this brand in our store." Sage must have given over my dress too when she handed her the pile of discarded clothes. It was then that I knew I wasn't a mistake that Sage took my dress with, and neither was handing it over to the shop girl. Sage calmly replied, "Oh your right, I must have mistakenly grabbed it with the others as I was leaving the dressing room. She is probably wondering where it is. Would you be a doll and go give it back to her?" "No problem," the shop girl replied. My heart sank, as I heard the soft footsteps of the sales girl approaching knowing for well that she was going to see me standing completely naked in a matter of seconds. I knew that this was why Sage had left me to stand naked in the dressing room, and why she had taken my dress away. She had planned for me to be shown off naked to this girl in just this manner. As the footsteps neared, I could actually feel my cheeks redden, and my pussy flood further with excitement. The shop girl eventually made her way to the dressing room I was standing inside of, and when she did I could tell she was not expecting to see me standing before her naked in the nude. She almost turned away to leave in embarrassment, but remember she held my dress in her hand. Shyly, she reached out and handed it to me, trying not to look at me. She told me that my friend had accidentally taken it with her. I reached out and took my dress from her, thanking her in the process, and apologizing for having been in the state I was. She nervously waved away the apology, indicating there was no need before finally turning to head back towards the store. I was left standing there in my half embarrassed, half aroused state to ponder what must be going through the shop girl's mind at that moment. I'm sure it isn't a common occurrence for her to see a completely naked woman inside her store, and she seemed more than frazzled as she walked away. From what I heard when the shop girl returned to the sales floor, it sounded as though Sage had too noticed the girl's frazzled state. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 13 "Everything go okay back there? You seem to be a bit out of sorts." Somewhat mixed up, the sales girl responded, "Wha, ah yeah. I just, I ah... yeah everything is fine. Are you finding everything okay?" "I'm fine. Are you sure you are okay though?" Sage replied. "Yes, yes, I'm okay. I was just a bit caught off guard is all. Your friend was naked when I went back to give her the dress." "Oh, I'm sorry about that. Well at least she looks good naked." Sage said this in a joking tone before continuing on, "If I would have known that was going to happen, I would have walked the dress back to her myself." Regaining her composure, the shop girl spoke back, "No really, it wasn't a big deal; just a bit unexpected. Plus, you are right, she did look pretty sexy." That made me blush to hear a stranger, who had just seen me naked, confirm that I look sexy. Sage spoke again, "Well, I'll be sure to let her know you think so; I'm going to go and try these on." The shop girl signaled her approval with a nervous okay, and I waited, still naked, for Sage's return. When she did, she had another batch of clothes with her, this time only dresses. She also, began to quietly speak to me once the door to our dressing room closed. "It seems you made a memory for our friend out there. I'm sure she will remember your naked body for a long time to come." Sage then began to once again take off her clothes, but this time she took off all of them to join me in my nakedness. "I don't need to try on anything else; I already know what you are buying for me as well as for yourself. Right now I want you to get me off with your pretty little slut mouth." With that, she pushed on my shoulders to guide me into a kneeling position and proceeded to press her hairless slit into my now open mouth. Instantly, my tongue came slapping out and attacked her juicy box. There was nothing gentle about what we were doing. Sage was grinding her sex into my attacking mouth while holding onto my pigtails for leverage. Her slick intimate lips, glided across my tongue and face as I obediently did my best to focus on bringing her to climax. Sage's wetness began to run down my chin and neck, and I knew she was nearing the finish. Her grinding increased, and I focused primarily on flicking my tongue across her clit. Almost surprisingly, Sage came in a in a gushing wave of pleasure, and spasmed uncontrollably on my face. I was coated with a thin sheen of her climax on my face and neck, and the tiny room smelled of the musty scent of sex and pleasure. She eventually regained her composure enough to release the grip on my pigtails, and pull her pulsing pussy away from my drenched face. She leaned back against the cubicle wall as she continued to regain her composure. I remained in my kneeling position, face covered with my mistress' nectar, watching her and waiting for her next command. Eventually she was able to come back down to Earth and speak while handing me one of the garments she had brought in. "Here, wipe yourself off with this; don't worry you are going to purchase it. Also, you are going to purchase this dress for me, and this one for yourself." She held up two dresses; the one for her navy blue maxi dress with a halter top, and the one she chose for me was a white tank dress, with a lace applique, and a skirt length that fell to about mid-thigh. She handed me the two dresses once I had wiped myself off with the first garment, which was a simple pleated skirt. "Go ahead and get dressed and then go pay for the clothes. I will be out to meet you shortly." I did just as she commanded, standing up and pull my original dress on over my head after wiping off my face the best I could with the skirt. Adjusting my dress in the mirror, I exited the room with the three new clothes in hand, and leaving Sage inside still naked and coming down off her high. She didn't seem to care if the door was shut or not, so I left it slightly ajar as I made my way to the register to pay for the clothes. Upon seeing me, the shop girl shyly blushed at me before asking if everything was going good. I return the blushing smile, telling her that it was and that I was going to buy the garments in my hand. She happily guided me over to the checkout stand, and proceeded to ring up the items. Just as she finished ringing the last item, the pleated skirt I used to wipe down my face with, Sage appeared beside me. She did not say anything, but just watched as the shop girl read off the total, and began bagging the purchases. When the girl had to turn to find a size appropriate bag, I felt Sage's hand reach under my dress and slide over my naked butt. Finding the right bag, the shop girl turned back around to us, but Sage's hand did not move. Instead it crept towards the crevice between my cheeks, and as I slid my card through the reader, she slid her fingers in between my buttocks. As we stood and waited for the payment to be approved and the receipt to print out, Sage began to poke at my rear hole with one of her fingertips causing me to gasp briefly. The shop girl took notice of the gasp and raised her eyebrow to give me a curious look, but before she could investigate the cause any further, the receipt printed out and Sage's hand vacated my rump. The girl handed me the bag after putting the receipt inside, wished us a good day, and told us to come back soon. Sage smiled and nodded at her before turning to leave, at which point I did the same and followed her lead. Sage led the way back to her car, as it seemed our shopping adventure was over. That was fine by me, as the mall had started to fill up with a few more stay at home moms and other similar shoppers. At the car, Sage opened the trunk and ordered me to put not only the bag of new purchased clothes inside, but to also remove my dress once again and stash it inside the boot. Knowing that she would not approve of hesitation, I took my precautionary glance around the lot, which had filled up some since we left, and quickly did as I was told. Now naked, I shut the lid of the trunk and scurried over to the passenger side of the car to be allowed in. Thankfully, Sage didn't seem to want to draw out my exposure as she allowed me entrance into the car upon my arrival at the door. Just as soon as we were both sitting inside, Sage was pulling out of the lot, heading back towards our town. She said nothing as we drove, and I sat nervously watching the unknowingly oblivious passersby miss my nakedness. The silence continued as we pulled out onto the highway, and I began to wonder if I had did something wrong or had angered Sage in anyway. I sat concerned and curious as the landscape opened up to a lone highway through countryside. We continued our journey back towards town in silence until we reached the city's limits, in which Sage finally broke the silence. "You have been a good slut today, but there is still time to play. I know this must excite you to hear my praise of your obedience and the possibilities of more submission to me, and rightly you should be excited. I am your mistress, and any time spent with me or performing for me should be held in high regard. It is my belief that you know this to be true, as is evident with you complete compliance to this point. I just wanted to let you know this now before we continue on. You have just a few more days to prove your loyalty and earn your trip away with me, and as you may have figured the tasks will continue to become more and more challenging. So this is your final chance to exit this arrangement of a relationship. If you want to end this, now is the time." I sat silent for a moment, as I processed what I was just told. I didn't want to just blurt out an answer; I wanted to give it thought just as Sage had done with her statement. The logical side of my brain, the side that had been pushed aside for some time now was chiming in. It reasoned that this relationship had gone on long enough, and that I was lucky to not have been caught yet. My logical brain's argument was a sound one, and one I truly considered. However, the adventurous side of my brain argued to continue on and see where the journey would take me. For it reasoned that no one getting hurt from this relationship and that I was now enjoying life more than ever before. So as those sides of my brain battled it out, it was my heart that spoke and broke my silence. "I want this mistress. I want to play this out, to see what outcome may lie ahead. I am yours to order, to control, and to dominate. Do as you please mistress." For her part, Sage seemed touched and surprised by my response, but did not let either emotion come through as she replied. "Very well slut, I accept your decision and will continue to control you how I see fit." Again there was silence as we continue our drive into town. I was bubbling with emotions over what I had submitted to, and could already feel my arousal build in the thought of things to come. Those thoughts of what may be ahead distracted me enough not to notice that we had stopped moving. It was the sound of Sage's voice that brought me back to reality. "Okay my little sub-slut, your next task will begin now. You are to exit the car and get dressed in the new dress you purchased today. Then you will proceed to the front of this building where you will find a hair salon. I have made an appointment for you to get a cut; that appointment is in ten minutes. Once you are dressed and on your way to the salon, I will text you a picture of the hair style you are to get yours done like. You are not to look at the picture ahead of time, but wait until you are in the chair and the lady asks you what you are looking to do. When finished, you are to pay for the service and then walk up the street to the coffee shop on the corner. There you will order a small coffee, and take a seat as you await further instructions. Is this understood slut?" "Yes mistress." "On your way then slut, don't want to miss your appointment." I obediently exited the car in to the empty back lot of the strip mall, and hurried to the trunk to get dressed. Thankfully no one was around to see me as I made the quick trip naked, hurriedly slip into the new dress. I had to tear the tags off first, stretching my exposure just that much longer. Once I had the dress on, my purse in hand, and closed the trunk, Sage pulled away and left me to continue on my own. As I made my way around towards the front of the building, just as Sage said, I heard the chirp of my phone notifying me of a new message. I resisted the urge to look at the picture right away, though I was thoroughly curious as to what it would be. The desire to abide by my mistress' command was the stronger urge, and obviously won out. I still was nervous about this task through, as I was rather fond of my hair, and enjoyed the way it looked and the way it presented me to others. It was flirty and fun, and not too long or too short in my opinion. Walking into the salon, I checked in with the receptionist who welcomed me and took me right over to the women who was to cut my hair. She greeted me as I took my seat in the chair, and as she got me and herself situated she asked what I was looking to get done. At that moment, I retrieved my phone from my purse and opened the message. I got a quick look at it before showing it to the stylist, and to say I was awestruck would be an understatement. The picture was one of Natalie Portman from the film V for Vendetta; in which she had her hair buzzed almost completely off. The hairdresser too seemed shocked by the photo, as she asked me if I was sure about this. I had to work to keep my composure and my jaw from hanging open, before I replied back that I was sure that I wanted my hair cut like that. The woman simply accepted my confirmation, and proceeded to get the clippers ready. Set up, and ready to go, the woman stated that it was certainly a change for me, and a daring one at that. I nodded in agreement, not trusting mouth to produce appropriate response. She clicked on the clippers, which sounded out an electric buzz, and as she brought them to head she gave me one last look as if asking if I was sure. When I made no indication that I wanted to back out, she proceed with the initial pass of the clippers over the top of my head. The first pass immediately registered with me just how drastic of a change this was going to be. It isn't a common occurrence to see a woman sporting a haircut like the one I was receiving, so I would certainly stand out. For whatever reason that thought didn't scare me, but rather aroused me and made me think more about my submission to Sage. As I watched in the mirror, my locks being peeled away by the clippers, I began to get a sense of pride that I was taking such a step to physically so my submission to my mistress. To drastically change my appearance to please my mistress was a badge of honor in my head. Of course I knew that it draw look and stares; also a large amounts of questions as to why from those who knew, and I relished the opportunity to receive those looks and questions. Even though I wouldn't come out a say I cut my hair because my mistress wanted it that way, the fact that I would have to think about my haircut would be that constant reminder of just how much power I have provided to Sage over myself. It would be me secret out on display for everyone to see, but not know the true meaning of. It was leap into my life as a submissive, and I had no desire to look back; it is the lifestyle I was meant to have. Halfway through the cut, I got my chance to answer the question of why from the hair dresser and it was my first chance to try and come up with a reason other than the actual one. I quickly was hit with the idea that I was doing it to be in solidarity with a relative who was battling cancer and going through chemo treatments. So that is what I responded back with, and it seemed not only to work, but also seemed to make her see me as a better person because of it and not just some loon getting a buzz cut. Sooner than I expected to be, I was done; the clippers had made quick work of my locks and I was left with only the tiny remaining stubble. I paid for the cut, and tipped the stylist before exiting the building to make my way to the coffee shop. As I walked, the sensation of the cool air on my now bare head was quite stimulating, and quite the reminder of the drastic change in my appearance. However, I continued to think of it as a badge of my devotion and secret submission to Sage. I walked proudly and confidently down the path with a beaming smile on my face. Because of the close proximity of the coffee shop to the salon, I arrived within moments and soon found myself order the predetermined small coffee. Getting my coffee, and then doctoring it up, I found a seat away from the few others that were inside and waited for my mistress to provide me with further instructions. Of course, as I sat there waiting, and even when I walked in I noticed the looks of curiosity I was getting. I was very evident that everyone that saw me was struck by my minimal hair style, but not in a bad way, just more in a curious wondering way. Within seconds of sitting down, and before I had a chance to take a sip of my hot coffee, my phone chirped to life with a new message from Sage. "I liked the new look slut; you look good with an edgy buzz cut. I'm sure you will grow to like it as well if you haven't already. Now for your next task, you are to go to the restroom where you will hopefully find the naughty item I left behind for. I say hopefully because, it is a public restroom and someone may have used it between the time I left and you get there. However, I am pretty confident I hid the item well enough that it could only be found if someone was searching for it. Once you have the item, or give up trying to find it, text me. Be aware though that not finding it will result in a punishment." I enjoyed ready the message, especially the part where Sage had expressed her approval of my new do, and also the idea of a hidden item for me to search for. Before getting up, I took a sip of my coffee, set it down on the table, and then proceeded to the unisex public restroom that was took away near the rear of the shop. Once inside I locked the door and began my search for the mysterious hidden item. I felt as though I was on a treasure hunt and was desperately seeking for the loot. The restroom was small with just a toilet, a sink, and a trash bin; there didn't seem to be too many places to hide an object with it being noticeable. I first checked the trash bin thinking it was the most obvious hiding place, but I turned up nothing as it only contained a few used paper towels. Next, I searched in and around both the toilet and sink, but still found nothing and was beginning to worry that maybe someone had found the item. That would mean I would have to concede and text Sage that I could not find it and face a punishment. It was at that moment of worry that I glanced something out of the corner of my eye. On the back of the door, hanging from a hook, was a plastic protective sheet which contained the usual signature log employees as they cleaned the restroom. What I noticed however was that there seemed to be something else stuffed into the sleeve just behind the signature log paper, and it looked to be an envelope of some sort. I went over to investigate further, and was pleased to see that it was in fact an envelope which had my name written on the front of it at which point I excitedly texted Sage to confirm my success once I had the envelope securely in my hands. Her reply returned quickly, and was short. "Open the envelope, and dump its contents out onto the floor to find further instructions." I did just as stated and quickly peeled open the envelope to empty it out. Falling to the floor was a folded sheet of paper, some pictures of me in various naughty situations, and a simple leather collar. Gathering the items together in front of me, I picked up the sheet up paper to read the further instructions that Sage had indicated would be there. "For your next task slut, you will use the items from envelope to further you commitment to me. Choose one of the three pictures of you to leave behind in the restroom. You will leave it where you found the envelope as a prize for which ever lucky employee happens to find it. Take the other two photos with you in your purse, and put on the collar. With the collar on, you will exit the restroom and then leave the coffee shop to get lunch at the restaurant across the street. However, before you leave, you are to re-fold these instructions and place them, along with the envelope, on the edge of the sink. Order whatever you want for lunch, but have your phone handy for more instructions." The instructions were clear and concise, so there nothing more for me to do than to just complete my new task. I looked over the three pictures Sage had put in the envelope; each presenting me nude and performing in a sexual manner. None of the three made my identity apparent, so leaving one behind wasn't too crazy, but the idea of a stranger finding a picture that contained my naked was a bit unsettling; whether I could be recognized or not. I did notice however, that as I looked at the pictures the common signs of my arousal were present, and my wetness began to seep out to my thighs. I decide to choose the picture that showed me on all fours from behind, naked, and with a butt plug inserted into my rear. The reason for this choice was because it had no view of my face, just the back of my head, and it was taken at my home in the hall which looked to be like any hall in any home. Satisfied with my choice, I stood and calmly slipped the photo into the plastic sleeve on the door behind the signature sheet before returning to my purse and tucking the other two photos into my purse. I picked up the collar from the floor and fastened it around my neck. It was a thin black leather collar that didn't look overly sexual, but did add to my look of my buzzed head and contrasted with the white dress. Before exiting, I gave myself a look over in the mirror, and left the instructions and envelope just as Sage had told me to. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 13 I strolled out of the restroom, past my table and still full coffee, and out of the door to the street. Waiting at the corner for the signal to change so I could cross over towards the neighborhood restaurant, I thought about how devilishly naughty I was being. I should've been teaching at that very moment, but instead have already been naked in my town and the next one over. I have gotten an extreme new haircut, and then left an overtly sexual picture of myself in a public restroom; all of this occurring before lunch. Only Sage knew just how much more was planned for me today, and that fact only made me smile as the signal changed and I began to walk across the cross walk to my next destination. To be continued... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 14 Thanks for reading my stories, this chapter is a shorter one than some of my others, but I wanted to get it out there so you didn't think I forgot about it. As always comments and ratings are appreciated. As I reached the restaurant to have lunch and await my next set of instructions from Sage, I realized just how hungry I was. All I had eaten was the fruit plate at breakfast nearly six hours ago, and I could begin feeling my body send signals for replenishment. Hopefully I would get time to eat my lunch, and not have to leave it behind as I had with my coffee. Upon entering the eatery the hostess greeted me, but I could sense she was caught off guard by my drastic hair style, and minimal outfit. She was able to seat me without showing too much of her bewilderment, and I was soon left alone in a booth by the front window to study the menu. Considering my hunger, I decided to order a burger and fries when the waiter came by to greet me. I could tell he too was curious as about my look, but also didn't let on openly. I guess these types of encounters from strangers are something I will have to get used too, and who knows how those that actually know me will react; just thinking about it however, was getting me aroused. I sat alone in my booth, sipping at my drink, as I awaited not only my lunch but also the next set of instructions I knew to be coming from Sage. I had my phone sitting atop the table so that way I would immediately know when they would come through. It just so happened that both of my waits came to an end at precisely the same moment; my phone buzzing to life as the waiter was setting my plate down in front of me. Once he left me to my meal, I immediately picked up my phone to read the message. Though I was hungry, my desire to see what my mistress had in store for me next was much greater. "You should by now have ordered your lunch, when it arrives you may eat, but halfway through your meal go to the women's restroom. Inside you will find a pair of scissors taped under the sink. Retrieve the scissors and then remove your dress. You are then to cut an inch off the bottom of your dress, and then leave the discarded piece of dress and the scissors on the counter before putting your dress back on and returning to finish your lunch. This is to all be done in the open area of the restroom; use of a stall is strictly forbidden. Text me for further instructions upon finishing your meal." Sage certainly knew how to push me, and build up my level of excitement and arousal. The idea of being naked in the public restroom of a restaurant while I made an alteration to my dress was insane, and yet electrifyingly exciting too. Cutting an inch from the length of my dress meant it would barely be long enough to cover me completely, and would certainly make me look further the part of a slut; my pussy gushed at the thought. Considering my hunger, and my desire to complete my next task, I quickly scarfed down half of my burger and fries, and hurriedly made my way to the women's restroom. Fortunately, I was the only one there, and in fact had only noticed one other female in the restaurant other than the wait staff. Considering it was lunch time on a weekday, that may have accounted for the sparse clientele. I took this as a blessing as I would soon be standing naked in a very public space, so less people meant less chance of someone walking in on me. However, the idea of that type of embarrassment and humiliation only spurred my arousal. Once inside, I made quick work of finding the scissors taped away, and soon had my dress off as well. The scene wasn't lost on me though as I set up to begin cutting away the dress, the scene being a naked women except for heels and a collar making an extreme public alteration to her dress, while sporting an extreme haircut; my body trembled as I thought about what I must look like from the perspective of an outsider. Pushing those thoughts away for the moment, I focused my mind on cutting my dress. I measured out what seemed close to an inch with my fingers, and meticulously began to cut away the bottom of my dress. I did my best to make sure that the cut was straight and uniform by taking my time; which of course only drew out the amount of time I was spending naked in the restroom. With the alteration complete, I set the strip of fabric with the scissors down on the counter as Sage had instructed, and then held the dress up to review my work. A quick look and it seemed rather straight, and I felt satisfied with myself in my completion of the task. I slipped the dress back onto my body and looked myself over in the mirror to see just how much shorter the dress was. With about an inch removed, the bottom of the dress now rested just above mid-thigh and seemed to be just long enough in the back to cover the entirety of my butt. Satisfied with my achievement and the new adjustment to my look, I left the restroom to return to my meal. Just as I had with the first half, I made quick work of the remainder of the burger and fries leaving only a few crumbs and the plate behind. With my hunger quelled, and the last bit of instructions followed, I retrieved my phone and proceeded to inform Sage of my finish. As I finished my message and set my phone down onto the table the waiter came by to clear away my plate, and drop off my check. Shortly after he left, a message came through on my phone and I eagerly picked it up to read what Sage had cued up for me next. "When your check arrives you will notice comment cards inside the book as well. You are to fill out one stating you found it weird to see scissors in the restroom. Next, you will slide your comment card back into the book behind your ticket along with your debit card to pay. When the waiter returns with the book for you to sign for the payment, you will then choose one of the two pictures in your purse from the coffee shop to slide into the book behind the comment cards. Once you have done so, you may leave and head over to the drug store at the end of the street. Just browse around until you receive further instructions slut." I opened the book to pull out my bill and a comment card, filling it out as instructed, and slipping my debit card it place to pay. As I waited for the waiter to return for it, I began to ponder which of the two remaining pictures I would leave behind this time. The thought of another erotic picture of me getting into the hands of god knows who made me tremble some and my pussy flood. Considering I choose the tamest picture of the three to leave behind at the coffee shop, whichever one I chose now would be far more explicit. The idea that the picture showing me naked on all fours was tame made me giggle to myself. By the time the waiter returned to pick up my payment, I had my decision made as to which picture would be left behind. He returned a moment later after processing my card, and left it with me to sign. I took out my card and put it back into my purse, and then pulled out the picture I was to slip in behind the comment cards. It was of me from the front, fully nude standing in my back yard by my fence. I was blindfolded and gagged, so it made making my face recognizable difficult, but not impossible and to add to the humiliation of the picture, the message "WORTHLESS SLUT" was written across my stomach. There were no other distinguishing clues that linked the picture to me or my house so I felt confident that whoever found this picture would not be able to trace it back to me. Sliding the picture into the book behind a few comment cards, I quickly filled out the payment slip and exited the restaurant. As I did, I was well aware that my newly altered dress was just dying to ride up over my ass and expose me to anyone that I may have passed. Fortunately, I managed to keep it down, and casually as possible strolled over to the drugstore to await my next text message of instructions from Sage. The drug store was relatively busy for the time of day, mostly with people there to pick up prescriptions, or purchase a few quick items. I walked in and decided to head towards the magazines as I waited to hear from my mistress. I figured it would allow me to drift away rather than be in a constant state of wondering what was to come. It didn't take long though before I was brought back to reality as my phone chirped as I was flipping through a Cosmo. "Well slut, I'm sure the wait staff at the restaurant enjoyed the alterations you made to your dress, so how bout you make another. Go to the aisle that has the office supplies and find a pair of scissors. While in the aisle, cut out a triangle of fabric from your dress that is two inches wide at the neckline, and goes down four inches in the center. That should make for some good cleavage viewing. When done, put the scissors back, drop the piece of fabric on the floor, and text me." This task excited me and scared me just as the others had. Making another alteration to my dress in public, this time without the added protection of a restroom, made the task so daring. I quickly headed over to the office supply aisle and located the scissors. Thankfully the aisle was on the opposite side of the store from the pharmacy, meaning that less chance of someone come around as I cut away more of my dress. Taking a moment to double check to make sure the coast was clear, I steadied myself and began to cut out the triangle as instructed by Sage. I made quick work of it and replaced the scissors as the discarded piece of fabric fell to the full. With the new alteration to my dress, the top peeled open and revealed an ample amount of my naked breasts; I was still covered, but just barely. I texted Sage my completion and was responded back to almost immediately. "Okay slut, now head over to the greeting cards. Find a very sweet anniversary card from a husband to a wife. Then slip the last picture into it and put it back on the self. When done meet me behind the drug store." I should have figured after I left the first two that I wouldn't be keeping the last one. Strolling over to the greeting cards near the front of the store, I began to browse through the engagement cards. I of course only focused on the ones from husbands to wives, and was able to make a choice that had a really endearing message in it, completely opposite of the picture that I would be tucking away into it. Retrieving the last picture from my bag, I reviewed it to take in just how naughty it was. It showed me squatting in my classroom just under my white board. Again I was naked and blindfolded; my hands were cuffed behind me and I was wearing my collar. I wasn't gagged so the only thing blocking my face was the blindfold. My mouth was parted in a moan, and my nipples were noticeably erect. Another message was written across my stomach, "Teacher Whore." The reason I am squatting is because I am slowly lowering myself onto a large, thick dildo and at the moment of the picture it is only half way inside of me. The one thing I was unaware of when the picture was taken was the message written at the bottom of the white board, "This slut's students arrive in 15 minutes." I remember Sage giving me ten minutes to ride the dildo to orgasm, but didn't know she had that message written behind me. Of course I was unsuccessful in my attempt to orgasm, but when I was told to stop and get redressed before my students were to arrive, that message was not there. The reason I hadn't left behind this photo yet was because of how much detail anyone would be able to pull from it. You would know I was a teacher, everything about my face was recognizable expect for my eyes, I was obviously in a classroom, and in the left side of the picture was the side of my desk which had a sticker on it of a Shakespeare quote; anyone that has any familiarity with me and my room might be able to place me. However, even though I was tentative about putting this picture into the card to leave behind, the desire to complete my mistress' task was enough to get me past my reservations and tuck it into place. Putting the card back, I headed towards the exit and began to make my way to meet Sage. I walked around the left side of the building towards the loading dock area of the store to find Sage parked in the far back near the dumpsters. She was outside of the car and sitting on the hood. As I approached she complimented me on my skilled alterations to the dress, and remarked that with my new haircut and collar I looked the part of a punk rock slut. I said nothing in return, but rather continued to walk towards her until I was standing in front of her waiting for her next command. She signaled that I was to kneel, and knell I did. The asphalt scraped against the skin of my knees, but at that moment I was only focused on my mistress; nothing else mattered. I watched as she slid off the hood and came to stand in front of me. "I am happy with your performance so far slut, and am eager to see you continue on your path to earning your trip away with me. So with that said, I have some pretty big plans for tonight back at your place, but before we can get to those, you will have to take off your dress and give it to me. Then I will blindfold you, gag you, and handcuff you. All before leading you to the trunk of the car where you will get in and ride back to you house, but not before I make a few stops first. Is this clear slut?" My response was quick and to the point. "Yes mistress," I said as I pull the altered dress from my body to hand to her. To be continued... Thanks for reading my stories; I am sorry for the long delays between the chapters. All I can hope is that you continue to keep reading them and don't mind if they take a bit to come out. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 15 Thanks for reading my stories; I am sorry for the long delays between the chapters. All I can hope is that you continue to keep reading them and don't mind if they take a bit to come out. I do wish you enjoy this next installment. Comments and Ratings as always are appreciated, as too are any possible suggestions you might wish to read Cynthia and Sage partake in. ***** With my cut up dress off, and standing naked in the back parking lot of a drug store, I followed Sage to the back of the car. She popped the trunk before reaching in and pulling out the supplies to blindfold me, gag me, and cuff me. Quickly, she had all three devices secured to me, and grabbing ahold of me arm helped me into the small trunk space of her car. I had my knees bent up to better fit into it, and was surprised that I wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought I'd be. Before she close the lid to the trunk she spoke to me. "What a sweet little slut you are. This might have to become a common way for you to ride around with me. l like the idea of having a hidden slave in the trunk of my car as I drive about doing my errands. It's definitely a good look for you." I then heard the lid latch shut, which was soon followed by the sounds of Sage entering the car and starting it up. I could feel the vibrations of the engine reverberating through the floor of the trunk, and soon began to sense the motion as my Mistress pulled away. I was unaware of exactly where we were heading; able only to sense which direction we turned or when we would stop at a light or sign. The cacophony of sounds from the road passing below me, the tires whirling round, and the slight screech of the brakes was almost hypnotizing as I round in darkness of the blindfold and trunk. Soon though the sounds stopped, and I realized that Sage had cut the engine as well. The sound of her door opening and closing signaled that she had exited the car. I heard nothing else from her, and could only wonder where we were, and what she was doing. Soon I began to focus and begun to hear sounds around me on the outside. Sounds of cars driving slowly by, and other car doors opening and closing. Engines revving, and people talking began to flood into my ear drums. As I laid restrained and removed from sight and speech in the trunk, the world was busy around me. From what I could gather, Sage had stopped at a shopping center of some kind, and it was busy with afternoon shoppers. The thought crept into my mind, that if they only knew what was concealed in the trunk of the car they casually passed by, their minds would be blown. To see a teacher of the local highschool, naked and tied up in the trunk of a car would be the story of the century. I could feel the arousal building in my pussy as I thought about my situation, and I hungerly wanted to touch myself. However, I knew I could not; not because of the cuffs, but because my Mistress had not specifically allowed me or indicated that I could. So instead, I pushed urge aside and continued to listen and visualize the world outside. After a few minutes I heard the car door open and close again, with the engine rumbling back to life. We were once again on the move, and still I was unaware of where we were heading. As I rode along on the journey I began to feel the pains of stiff trunk pressing back against my prone nude form. This feeling was however soon push aside as well, as I sensed we were once again coming to a stop. This time however I did not hear Sage get out of the car, but instead could faintly make out that she was speaking with someone. I was unsure exactly what was going on, and shortly the conversation ended. The car began to creep forward before coming to a stop once again. I suddenly realized that we must be in some sort of drive through, and that triggered the feelings of actual hunger I had. However, as the car once again began to pull forward a strange loud noise emanated from the front of the car that indicated that we were not in a drive through that provided food, but instead one that led to an automated car wash. I instantly began to wonder just how well sealed Sage's car trunk was as I felt the conveyer belt begin to take the car forward. As we entered, my ears were engulfed with the sounds of water and soap assaulting the body of the car. Followed by the pounding and reverberation of the scrubbing brushes. Thankfully, I did not feel any likes slipping through the trunk, and was a bit dumbfounded with the idea of riding through a car wash in the trunk rather than the actual car. Never had I, nor did I ever believe I would be experiencing a car wash in this manner. Eventually I could hear the roar of the powerful air dryers, as we neared the exit of the wash. The belt pulled the car through the remainder of the service before giving a bit of a nudge forward into the awaiting lot. I felt Sage engage the car into gear and slowly pull away before stopping after a few hundred feet and getting out of the car. The familiar sound of the trunk popping open registered in my ears, I was soon very much on edge as to where we were and who may be around to catch a glimpse of me naked and restrained in a car trunk. Sage's voice helped to calm my nerves some. "Just grabbing some towels. Those dryers never really get the job done." With that, the trunk was shut once again, and I sat in my darkness waiting for what was next. After a while, the trunk popped back open, and I felt the thud of damp cloth landing on my side before it was reclosed. Sage had said nothing, but simply tossed the used drying towels onto me to further emphasize that I was her's to use as she pleased. While this should have bothered me, and might have to must anyone else, in some weird way it only further added to my desire to serve my Mistress. To commit wholeheartedly to her will, and trust that she had my best interest in mind. Whether that would considered normal or not, I did not care, I just knew that the way Sage made me feel was a feeling I had never experienced in my life. Being lost in thought I hadn't noticed that once again we had stopped. It was the sound of Sage's door opening and closing that caused me to snap back to reality. Again, I begun to hear the sounds of a parking lot filter into the cramped trunk. I wondered where we were at this time, and just what exactly Sage had planned. After a long wait, I was delighted and scared to realize Sage had returned. I was scared because how I knew she was back, was from the sound of the trunk being popped open remotely. It was soon followed by the familiar sound of a shopping cart rolling across asphalt. I could sense that Sage had reached the car and had opened the trunk. She then began to place shopping bags into the trunk with my; placing them around me. I hoped dearly that no one was close enough to peer inside to see me, but was also confident that Sage was being cautious with my exposure. "Just had to pick up a few things before heading over to your place. I'm sure the bags won't be an issue with you back here slut." Upon finishing her statement to me, I heard the and felt the lid of the trunk pushed shut, and was again left to think and wait. After I assume, returning her cart, Sage returned to the car and again we set off. From here last statement to me, I figured we were heading to my place, and that it shouldn't be too long because the shopping market was near to my house. We traveled for about another three minutes before stopping once again and Sage exiting the car and popping the trunk. I could only assume that we had arrived at my home, but I was in store for further surprises. Sage reached in and began to help me out of the cramped space and to my feet. She uncuffed my hands first, and then removed the ball gag before instructing me to take the blindfold off myself. I reached up and peeled the piece of fabric away from my eyes. My first surprise was that it was no longer daylight, and that meant we had been out for far longer than I realized. The second and more dramatic surprise was that we were not at my house, but instead back in the staff parking lot of the school. I quickly glanced around to see if anyone else was present, and was somewhat comforted to see that other than our two cars, we seemed to be alone. As I began to grapple with surprising nature of my situation, Sage spoke to inform me of what I was expected to do now. "Well slut,as you can see we are back at school. I didn't think it best to leave your car here, and figured you could drive it home. However, I also felt it would be fun to push your limits some more. You will driving home naked. This of course isn't all that hard considering that you drive to school in the nude most of the time already. To add to the difficulty of the drive you will be doing it with your hands cuffed together; in front of you for a change. Also, your passenger window will need to be rolled down completely for the entire journey. Is this clear slut?" "Yes Mistress." "Good, here are your car keys, and if you would be so kind as to hold out your wrists as I again attach these." Sage snapped on the cuffs, and then turned to leave me to make my way home on my own in my car. I stayed standing as I watched her enter her car and drive off before turning to mine to do the same. While it is true that I have become accustomed to driving to school in the nude, I wasn't too familiar with the level of traffic on the roads back to my house at this time of day; just before dusk and with the sun still up. Also, I have always had the added sense of security provided from my dark tinted windows, which of course would now be some what diminished thanks to the fact that my passenger window would have to rolled down. Once inside my car, I quickly got the key into the ignition and started it. I rolled down the window, and took a deep breath before put it into gear and pulling away. I decided best to keep in the far right lane as much as possible to limit the amount of passers by on my passenger side. Thankfully, I was somewhat glad that I did not live too far away from the school, but did understand that I would be better off rerouting my usual path home as it would most certainly be busy at this time of day. So I instead planned to use the side streets of connecting neighborhoods, much as I had when Sage had me walk home naked from the park. Unfortunately, this meant I would spend a longer amount of time driving naked and handcuffed in my car, and unlike my previous journey home from the park I would not have access to a semi-concealed wash basin to travel along. As I traveled through the different neighborhoods, I was a ball of nerves. I knew that for the most part no car would be able to pass to the right of me, which kept my exposure from the open window to a minimum, but I couldn't help and sense that at any moment someone from one of the many houses I passed would be outside and take notice of the nude driving slowly past them. Fortunately, all my fretting was for not, as I soon arrived to my neighborhood and was turning onto my street. I could see that Sage's car was parked on the street, which was a blessing because it meant I was free to park in the garage. Also, I did not see any of my neighbors out and about, so as I pulled into the drive and reached up to press the button to open the garage door I had an aura of confidence about me from another of my Mistress' tasks successfully completed. Parked inside the garage bay, I turned off my car's engine and pressed the button to close the garage. I exited my car and made my way to the entrance of my house full of curiosity and wonder as to what was in store for me now. As I entered, I saw no sign of Sage immediately, but did hear the sound of groceries being put away in the kitchen. Wanting to show my Mistress I was back and successful, I headed off towards the kitchen to find her. Once in the kitchen, Sage rose from being bent over in the fridge to greet me. "Perfect timing slut, I just finished putting the last of the groceries away; I am sure your travels home went smoothly." "Yes, Mistress." "Good, because I have a special and interesting night lined up for you. I have secretly set you up on a special date. However, it isn't your typical first date, but rather a sex date. I found a man online that was interested in meeting a woman he could use for a night. Of course, I pretended to be you through our online correspondence as I determined whether or not he was the right fit for the occasion. You see, I have been wondering lately what it would be like to see you taken by a male figure, especially one in which would be a complete stranger to you. So I have been perusing different online sex personals to find an appropriate match for the situation. Doesn't that sound absolutely delightful slut?' The idea of being set up with an unknown male to be used by in a sexual manner both frightened and excited me. This whole time my relationship has been growing with Sage, I not once thought about being with a man; I had been completely content with the endless experiences Sage had broughten me. So reflected upon that idea, I answered my Mistress the only way I could, and only way I truly wanted to. "Yes Mistress." "Excellent, I knew you too would be excited. He will be arriving within an hour so I have to go over a few things that will be expected of you, as well as some of the things promised him on your behalf. Firstly, you are to behave and obey him as if he was me; anything he wants is permitted. Secondly, I will not be here considering he is not aware I control you and thinks you are submitting to him under your own desires, but I have gotten him to agree, didn't take much might I add, to film the whole thing on the camcorder which is currently located on the coffee table in the living room. Thirdly, once he arrives you are to greet him wearing only a tiny g-string which I have left for you on your bed, and a pair of your highest heels. This was his request, and I felt it only appropriate that the evening between you two start with little in the way of confusion as to what you truly are; a slut. Anyways, his name is Gerald, and I am sure you two will have fun. I will be on my way, make sure you are showered and ready to go before he gets here slut, and call me the moment he leaves." "Yes Mistress." With that she unlocked the cuffs, moved past me, and proceeded to exit my house. Just as she was about to shut the door she mentioned I was to call her the moment Gerald left. My mind was running a million miles a minute with the bombshell Sage had just dropped. I couldn't believe she had set me up to have sex with a complete stranger she met online. The thought scared and aroused me almost equally. It had been so long since I had been with a man, and while the idea intrigued me, I also knew that it wasn't going to be like any of other previous experiences. This was going to a stranger, using me for his pleasure, and me submitting willfully to him. Coming to that conclusion, I felt my face flush, and my sex slicken with arousal; I quickly hurried upstairs to shower and get ready. In the shower I made sure every inch of my body was clean, and that there was no unwanted stubble near my intimate areas. The feeling of running my fingers across my now shaved head was a reawakening as to what I had already gotten into today. However, it did cause a smile to form across my face as I realised that it showed my commitment to my mistress, as to would my performance tonight. Drying up, and getting out of the shower, I was happy to notice my new haircut cut my getting ready time down considerably. I now only had to apply my makeup and then dress. I opted for a clean, natural look with my makeup before returning to my room to put on the lone piece of clothing I was to wear. On my bed lay the tiniest string of underwear I had ever seen. It was quite simply just a neon pink string of elastic that would stretch around my hips and sit in between my ass cheeks and pussy lips. It makes absolutely no attempt for covering anything, but it did certainly make me look the role of a slut as I gazed at myself wearing it in the mirror. The elastic cuts into my pussy, and splits my lips open and holds the slightest bit of pressure on my clit. I smile again at myself from just how naughty it looks. Pulling myself away from the mirror, I move to my closet to find my highest set of heels. My highest pair just so happen to be a pair of six and a half inch, neon pink accented, clear stripper heels. Putting them accentuated the slut look Sage wanted, and I was already beginning to leak with arousal of having to present myself this way to a strange man in a matter of minutes. Glancing up at my bedroom wall clock, I could see that a half hour had passed since Sage had left, and figured I should be expecting my male caller to be arriving before the end of the hour. I made my way back to the living room to wait. Just the simple act of walking through my house as I was dressed made me feel slutty; even more so than I did when I walked around naked. This felt different and exciting, probably because it was new to me. Being naked in my house had become customary, now I felt as if I was going to be performing; and in a way I guess I would be. After a few minutes there was a knock at my door, and I sort of jumped at the sound of it. Settling my nerves some I walked over to the door knowing that this must be Gerald, the man Sage had arranged I be a slut for. I didn't bother looking through the peep hole to see who it was, figuring that I would know if it was him or not, and deciding it best to just jump into the moment with both feet. Swinging the door open, I presented myself in a sexy manner to the person standing before me. It was a man, looked to be about mid-thirties, normal height, normal build, and short brown hair. I stood there silently for a moment as I took him in, and he gazed at me. He was an average looking man somewhat attractive, but nothing about him really stood out. Wearing basic t-shirt and jeans with a pair of sneakers, he looked like any other ordinary Joe walking down a street; certainly not like a man who was about to use me as a slut. He broke the silence first, "May I come in Cynthia." I nodded my head fearing that my words would fail me. I was struck by the fact that he knew my name. I guess I assumed Sage would have used a fake name, but then again she did set up this meeting at my house, so I'm sure she wasn't to concerned about me being recognized. Leading him into my house, I motioned with my arm towards the living room where the camcorder was. As he walked that way he spoke once again. "I glad to see that you shaved your head for me. It really shows the depth of your submission to me, even if it is just for this one time. Its a shame though that I am not gonna be able to stay longer; I had something come up last minute and can only stay for a bit. But, I'm sure I can enjoy myself and my use of you in that time." He flipped on the camcorder, as I continued to look at him in silence. I was somewhat startled by the realization that it was him who asked Sage to have my head buzzed, and not something Sage originally had planned for me. Also, I was absorbing the fact that he was indeed here to use me as a sexual outlet, but was happy to note that he did mention he wasn't going to be able to stay long. As I contemplated all of this, I must have glazed over at some point, because I was startled back to the present by the sound of voice speaking at me hastily. "Well slut, what are you waiting for. Get that cunt of a mouth over here, and get my cock ready to fuck your worthless little slut self." Cynthia's Submission Ch. 15 The vulgarity of his statement may have been a bit shocking, but I quickly scurried over to him to do as he commanded. His stern, and authoritative tone did not scare me, but instead aroused me. I felt as if it was my duty to serve him, and serve him eagerly and obediently. In my head, he was just an extension of Sage. My mistress ordered me to obey his commands, so if I weren't to listen I would be disobey not only him but also Sage. That is why my pussy moistened, and why I was soon on my knees in front of him working to free his stranger cock from his pants. Once free, I quickly got my mouth and hands onto it to get him "ready". As I did, his vulgar comments continued to spew out at me. "Thats it slut, really work my fat cock. Show me the only thing stupid cunt mouth like yours is good for. Get my dick nice and hard so I can fuck your whore face like it needs to be." His words only added to my excitement and enthusiasm; especially considering the whole ordeal was being captured on video. I was bobbing up and down on his cock like a mad woman, while my hands furiously worked his shaft and balls. Once he was completely hard, he used his free hand to push me away on my forehead before speaking once again. "Okay bitch, know that you got my hard I am going to really put you through your paces. I'm sure a worthless whore like you has some rope or ties I could use, so why don't you get up off of your dick-sucking knees and go get it for me while I get undressed the rest of the way. And don't take to long slut, I don't want my dick getting soft while I wait." I quickly stood and began to make my way to the bedroom where I knew Sage had me store some rope. As I hurried to get it, I thought to myself that he was right in his assumption that I would have something for him to use to tie me up. In fact, I had a number of different materials for doing just that now that I was Sage's submissive. Despite the number of choices I had, as I reached my bedroom I figured to just grab the rope as that was what he had asked for. However, because I wasn't sure what he intended to do with it, I made sure to bring enough, and in varying lengths to be suitable to whatever he desired. With the supply of rope in hand, I returned to him standing naked, erect, and capturing my re-entry with the camera. As I walk closer, I was able to take him in some more. Now that he was naked, I could see that he kept himself in decent shape, and overall rather tone. His cock stuck out taunting me, as it glistened with my saliva. I must admit that is was an impressive cock; about seven and half inches long, with some good thick girth to it. My pussy gushed with the thought of feeling it penetrate me, but I wasn't able to imagine it for long before he spoke to me again. "Well done slut. It is good to see a dumb whore like yourself can follow orders. Now come over here and turn around." As he said this, he sat the camera down on a shelf nearby to continue to record, but to allow him the use of both hands. Reaching him, he took the rope from my hands hastily, and I turned to face away. I felt him reach out and grab one of my wrists and pull it behind me. He then began to wrap the end of a piece of rope around it to secure it. Satisfied with the snugness of the knot, he proceeded to do the same with the other wrist. When done, I once again had my hands restrained behind my back as I had earlier with the handcuffs. He seemed to approve of his work, and signaled so with a firm swat on my ass and barking out further orders. "There, that will work nicely. Now I can use that cunt mouth of yours as it truly should be used; just another slutty fuck-hole. So get back on your knees and open that cum-trap for my cock." Without hesitation, I returned to my knees in front of the man that was a stranger to me no more than ten minutes earlier, and offered the use of my mouth to him once again. However, rather than simply sliding his member right into my open mouth, he began to whack me in the face with it. He dropped hard thuds onto my cheeks, chin, forehead, eyes, and nose. Basically, battering my entire face with his girthy unit. Throughout the cock beating, he continued to insult and humiliate me verbally while holding the video camera. "Feel the power of my dick you stupid cunt. *thud* Feel how heavy and hard it is as I slap it into your whore face. *thud* This is how dumb sluts need to be treated *thud*, just as an object for dominants to use as they wish. *thud* I bet your sloppy cunt *thud* is just dripping with arousal *thud*, and that you actually feel proud *thud* to be used like this. *thud* Isn't that right slut? *thud* You love what I'm doing to you, *thud* and want more don't you? *thud*" I answered him between slaps. "Yes, I love feeling your hard cock slamming into my face. *thud* I want to be used as the worthless whore I am. *thud* Use me as you wish sir." A smile crept across his face at my reply, as he continued with his dick-slapping assault on my face and verbal humiliation of me "Oh, I intend to slut, *thud* and I intend to see just how willing of a whore you are going to continue to be *thud*." With his last statement the onslaught of slaps ended, and rather unceremoniously he inserted his hammer of a cock into my mouth with one rough push. I could understand now why he had restrained my hands; he wasn't looking to receive mind-blowing blow job, but rather just looking to fuck my face. He began to slide himself in an out of my mouth, and with each re-entry he would press in a bit more. I felt his free hand grab ahold of my shaved head as if palming a basketball to pull it in to meet his thrusts. The head of his cock was soon pressing up against my the entrance to my throat, and I did my best to relax and let it in. My spit was thickening its coating on his shaft and he was quickly able to gain access to the tightness of my throat. Once in, the verbal assault began again as I tried to hold off gagging on his meat to little success. "That's it slut, give me that throat of yours. Take my thick, fat dick like a true cunt, as I face fuck you stupid. Yeah bitch, gag on my cock; let me see struggle with my rod lodged in your hole. Take it to the balls whore." In short order, I did just that as I felt his dangle of testicles bounce on my chin. My eyes were watering, and I was drooling and spitting up all over his cock. He however, only seemed to be encouraged by this and continued to fuck my face harder and with more vulgar commentary. "I love it when a dumb whore takes to getting her face pummeled by cock so well. Its truly like your mouth is just another cunt hole to take a fucking in. Lets see now though how long you can hold this dick in your slut throat. It is such a lovely sight to see a whore's face stuffed with a thick cock, balls smashed into her chin, and eyes bugging out as they struggle to breathe. What do you say cunt, you want me to shove my cock all the way in, and see how long you can hold there?" He pulled his slimey dick from my mouth and throat, and rested it on my face to allow me to actually answer. "Yes, please do that to me." He replied sharply, "Do what slut, I want to hear you say it." "Please shove your dick all the way into my throat to see how long I can hold it there." Again he replied sternly, "Come on slut, I want to hear you really beg for it. Tell me just how much you want it, and what you will do to convince me to do it." I quickly, and desperately answered back, "Oh, please sir, stuff your fat cock into my mouth and throat. Hold it in this slut's throat, while I struggle to breathe. Choke me out with your dick sir, I need it. Please, I will do anything, you name it I will do it. Just please shove your cock deep in to my whore throat." Another smiled formed on his face, as he continued to rest his hot, thick cock on my face and answered back, "What a true dumb slut you are. Begging to be choked out by my dick, and willing to do anything for it. Let's see just how true that is." He then, without warning, lifted me up by one of my arms and leading me towards the front door. Reaching the door he turned the knob and swung it open. He pulled me through the threshold, and pushed me out onto my porch. Standing in the doorway in front of me, still holding the camera and still very much erect he gave me some more orders. "So you will do anything to get me to stuff your throat with my cock huh? Okay, how about you go out to my car parked right there on the street, and lick one of my tires. Show me what a pathetic and desperate cunt you are. Prove to me what you said is true." Even though the sun was still out and anyone of my neighbors could see me, or may have even been already watching me, I did as instructed and walked out to his car, got down on my knees, and licked the side wall of his front passenger tire. The taste of rubber and asphalt coated my tongue, but I didn't care because I just wanted to be the most depraved slut this man had ever been with. So as I struggled some to stand back up, and made my way back to him, I did so with a sense of pride and confidence. I could once again see the devilish smile on his face, and it almost made me smile as well. Once I got back in front of him, he spoke. "What a fucking wild and wicked whore. Get down on your knees right here and I will fill that cunt throat of yours up to my balls with dick." Eagerly, I did just that, and was rewarded quickly with the rough invasion of his meaty member forcing its way into the far reaches of my throat. His hand once again grabbed ahold of my head with his free hand to pull me into him. Within seconds he is lodged as deep as he can be, his balls smashed into my chin and his pubes flattening out my nose. His grip on my head tightens as he hold himself there and begins to speak. "There you go cunt. I got your fuck hole filled to the brim with all of my cock. Now hold in there as long as you can, and look up at me as you do, I wanna see those dumb eyes of yours bulge and water." I stared right into the camera lens as I tried to focus on relaxing with his meat packed into my windpipe. He stared right back down at me as the seconds ticked by. I started to struggle some about twenty seconds in, but did my best not to show it. My eyes must of betrayed me, because another smirk came across his face and I felt his grip tighten on my head. Thirty seconds in, and I my eyes really began to water, and my throat started to spurt. He just continued to hold himself inside, and hold my head still. After another ten seconds, I could actually feel my eyes begin to bulge out, and my throat desperately begin to contract in an attempt of rid itself of the obstruction. My wrists pulled at the rope restraining them, but to no avail. My vision blurred with tears, and I could feel the ooze of escaping spit run out of my mouth and onto my chin. Another five seconds and my vision began to fade; I begin to feel as though I may actually pass out. His grips locks my onto him as I feel myself sputter and gag, while I slip closer to darkness as another five seconds ticks by. Just when I feel I may fade out, he releases his grip and pulls his now slimey cock from my mouth and throat. I gasp for air as my vision returns and my senses come back to me. As I am swallowing air by the mouthful, I can hear him chuckle to himself and rest his heavy throat intruder once again on my face. The slippery coating of my saliva causes it to slide around some which only brings about more of a chuckle from him and some more degrading words. "That was almost good slut. I was almost impressed with you, but unfortunately you didn't quite make it to my goal of a minute so you are just another failure whore. I will let you try again, but you will have to earn the right once again. How does that sound cunt? Do you want a second chance to impress me with your slutty skills?" Between gasps for air I answered, "Yes sir, I want nothing more than to try again at impressing you by holding you huge cock in my whore throat for as long as I can. I will do whatever I have to, to earn the privilege to try again. Please sir, allow this stupid slut the opportunity." That evil smirk formed again on his face as he replied, "Okay slut, lick out my asshole and I will give you another whack at it." Then he simply turned his ass towards me, and bent over slightly. I could see he did manage to twist is upper half to continue filming my next act of depravity, as I instinctively leaned in my face to his rump. Without the use of my hands, I had to push my face into the crack of his ass and work to find his asshole. The coating of saliva on my face from his resting cock helped me slip between his cheeks, and I quickly locked onto my target with my searching tongue. He tasted surprisingly pleasant with just a hint of sweatiness. I plunged my tongue as deep as I could, and began to swirl it around to lap up his asshole. I even began to use my lips a somewhat sucking fashion to slurp up the wetness I was creating with my darting tongue. As I work away, he made sure to continue his verbal humiliation of me. "Yes slut, get your worthless whore face in there and clean out my asshole. Work it deep, and show me what a little garbage skank you are. Oh yeah cunt, that's it, can you taste that I took a fat dump at the gas station right before I got here?" I couldn't actually taste anything that seemed foul, but the mere mention of it made me work harder at lick out his rectum even though I should have been turned off. I was on an extreme of horniness and arousal that everything about this experience was working to stimulate me. Soon I felt the grip of his hand on the back of my head, and pull me harder into his rear as I continued my tongue tornado assault on his puckered hole. He held my tight for a few seconds before pulling away and turning back to face me. He said nothing this time, just pressed the head of his rigid penis into my mouth, and slid it all the way to the hilt. Once again, with his balls smashed against my chin, he grab ahold of my head and held himself in my throat. Just like the first time, I looked up into the camera lens as the seconds ticked by. I really worked to focus and do better; to last longer. Again, thirty seconds in and my eyes began to bulge and water some. I spoke to myself in my head, to try and calm down, and to urge myself to hold out as long as possible. Forty five seconds in, I felt as though I was doing better than the last time; my eyes were watering more, but I didn't feel as though I was struggling for breath or trying to eject his cock from throat with spasms. After another ten seconds in, roughly the same time I lasted last time, the signs of struggle and lack of oxygen began to show up, but I was determined to prove to him and myself that I could last longer. As my vision began to darken once again after five more seconds, it was me pushing forward to hold on and not him pulling me that showed my determination to him and caused another degrading chuckle to escape his lips. I made it to a minute, with saliva oozing out all over the place, my wrists pulling tight at the rope restraining them, my vision blurry with tears and darkness, but I wasn't going to back off or show signs of fading. Fighting my instincts, I forced my eyes to stay open, and rather than trying to spurt out the cock intrusion, I attempted to swallow; to take more of it deeper. A minute fifteenth in, and I still was fighting to last longer. I was leaning hard into him to show my desire to serve. My eyes strained to remain open as my brain was trying to tell them to close and to let my body collapse. I began counting in my head to push for a goal. I wanted to get to thirty before I would allow my body to give in. With each number I counted off to myself, I felt more and more proud of my myself. I was closing in on my goal, when I began to feel my eyes winning the fight to close, and just as I got to thirty I let them shut. No longer pushing in and with my eyes shut, I waited to see when he would pull out, and I began to wonder if he was going to wait until I passed out. Fortunately, he pulled himself loose after about another few seconds, and I was again gasping to fill my lungs back up with air. "Well done cunt, you doubled your previous time. Not bad for a slut hole. However, I regret that I must be on my way. I can't be wasting all my time on no good cum sponge like you, I have plenty of other more important things that need tending to." Finishing his statement, I heard him began to grunt. I looked up to him still breathing a bit heavily, and began to get hit with a torrent of wet cum splatters on my face. He was jerking himself off onto me as if that was all I was there for. In a sense I guess I was, and it was with this realization that I truly felt like a used slut. He continued to shoot wad after wad onto my face, coating me like a glazed donut. When he finally finished, he stepped back into the house, reminding me that the last few minutes of deprivation and humiliation were performed on my front porch. He set the camcorder back on coffee table, got re-dressed, and then made his way back over towards me. He said nothing as he walked past me and down the porch to his car. I heard his door open and engine start as I remained kneeling in front of my door in a state of bewilderment. Just before he pulled away, he shouted out of an open window to me, "Thanks for the good time slut! Keep in touch!" Hearing his car pull away, I stood up to enter my house. He hadn't even untied my hands before he left. He had simply just shown up to use and defile me, to make me do humiliating and degrading things, before getting himself off and leaving me to figure out what to do next. I had never felt so aroused and alive in my life. I hurried inside, closing the door behind me, and went to get my cell phone. With my hands tied behind me, fished it out of my purse, managed to unlock it and open up the dialer. Pressing the 1 to speed dial Sage, I laid it on my bed and turned to bend down and put my head to it as it rang. Sage answered after two rings, and immediately begun to ask questions. I answered everything, and told her about the entire ordeal. she seemed pleased with my obedience, and really enjoyed hearing how he left me; she even playfully threatened to leave tied up until the next morning. However, the desire to watch the tape off my humiliation was too much to resist, and she acquiesced to come over to let me out and watch the tape. To be continued... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 16 Thanks for reading my stories; I am sorry for the long delays between the chapters. All I can hope is that you continue to keep reading them and don't mind if they take a bit to come out. I do wish you enjoy this next installment. Comments and Ratings as always are appreciated, as too are any possible suggestions you might wish to read Cynthia and Sage partake in. ***** Sage arrived about thirty minutes after our call ended, and Gerald had left. She did not however, immediately untie me, but watched to video of my "date" with Gerald first. By this time his cum had solidified on my face, making it hard for me to see or talk. She even left me tied up; extending my uncomfortableness, while she began to enlighten me with what she had planned for me this weekend. "Well slut you only have one weekend and the rest of next week left to continue earning the special trip I have planned for us, but I warn you things will progressively become more daring, and will take more willingness from you to complete. As you found out today, I expect a lot from you to earn this trip. So with that said, this weekend I have a few tasks for you to complete; three to be exact. I will give you the instructions for the first task now, and you will be given instructions for the others upon completing the previous task. Is this understood slut?" "Yes Mistress, I understand and am eager to do as you wish." "Very good little teacher slut, I am glad to hear it. So with that let me get to the details of your first task. Starting tonight, once I leave, you are to get yourself cleaned up and pick out the smallest sundress you own, and the highest pair of heels that best match it. You will wear the heels and your collar, but not the sundress; for you will take the dress to your car and hang in the back seat. It will be what you wear for your task. With that complete, you will remain naked in your heels as you eat dinner, and wait to leave for your task. At ten p.m. you are to take your purse and phone, get into your car, and drive to the adult shop at the edge of town. The drive will be done while remaining naked. Upon arriving park as close as you can to the front entrance. Once parked you are then to get out and retrieve your sun dress from the back seat, and put it on while standing in the parking lot. Is everything clear so far my slut?" "Yes Mistress." I could already feel the heat of my arousal from the little bit of the task Sage had explained so far, and I knew there was plenty more to expect. The idea of getting dressed in the middle of a parking lot should have scared me, but instead I was actually looking forward to it. That isn't something I would have been interested in before I met Sage; but then again there have been hundreds of things I have done with Sage that I would never thought about doing before. After receiving my confirmation, Sage continued. "Good, because now it will start to get interesting, and I want to make sure understand my instructions completely. With your dress on, you will enter the shop and proceed to the counter. You are to ask for ten dollars' worth of coins to the video booths, but make sure you also ask if booth three is available. The attendant will understand, and either inform that it is our direct you to another booth. The reason you must inquire about booth three is because that booth is a glory hole booth, if it is booked they will give you a booth number to another glory hole booth. You maybe realizing now a bit of what I expect for your first task; do you?" "Yes Mistress, I will most likely be performing oral sex on strangers through the glory hole." That idea once again excited me; especially considering I was still covered in the ejaculate of a stranger at that moment. "That's good whore, but there is a bit more to it than that. Once you get into the booth, you will secure yourself inside by locking the door. You are to then feed the video machine with some coins to start a video; it doesn't matter what video you choose. At the moment the video begins playing your will to remove your dress and hang it from the handle on the door, and set your purse on the ground by the door; make sure to pull out your phone. Next, it is the waiting game. One either both side walls of your booth will be a hole, you are to squat down and hold your index finger in each of the holes until somebody puts their dick in it. As soon as that happens you are to begin giving it a blow job, but you must also use your phone to capture a clear picture of your face with the cock in your mouth. You blow them until they cum, making sure some of it ends up on you somewhere at which point you will take another picture of yourself. This will continue until you have finished off ten guys. At any slow point you are to text me any and all pictures you took up to that point. You are not to touch yourself or climax during this time. When you reach ten, and all of the pictures have been sent to me, you will then call me for further instructions for your first task. Is this all understood slut?" "Yes Mistress, it is understood." My response was immediate, and my mind flooded with the possibilities of the task. The simple idea of anonymously sucking off ten guys was nerve racking and exhilarating all at the same time. I never would have believed that something like this would turn me on, but here I was dripping with arousal from just the thought of it. It would certainly be a memorable experience for me, and as I pictured how the task would go in my head, Sage had me turn around to begin removing the ropes binding my arms. Setting me free, she said no more as she exited my house and left me to get ready for my adventure. By ten o'clock that night I was ready and raring to go. I made sure to eat, and did just as Sage had ordered. Because of my excitement, I had to keep myself from running to my car, and speeding to the adult shop once I was in the car. Driving naked was nothing new for me, and because of the time of night, I wasn't too concerned about being noticed. It took me about twenty minutes to reach the store, and because it was a Friday night the parking lot seemed to have a good fill of cars in it. I found the closest spot I could to front entrance and parked; I was probably about thirty feet from it in the front row. Turning off my engine, I took a deep breath to steady myself and calm my excitement some. Once I was settled some, I grabbed my purse and open my car door. The cool night air felt devilishly wicked on my naked body. I then placed my purse on the roof of my car as I closed my door and opened the back one. Grabbing the small, light dress that was hanging there, I quickly slipped it on over my head. It was at this point that I took my first look around to see if anyone was looking; there was however no one outside. Retrieving my purse from the roof of the car, I proceeded to make my way towards the entrance of the shop. Upon entering, I made no attempt to meander around, but instead made my way directly to the counter. I figured that the sooner I did, the better or else I would soon be just a puddle of nerves and excitement. The employee behind the counter was a mid-thirties man with a gut and stubble on his face. He immediately took notice of me, and a grin of intrigue slipped onto his face. As I reached him, he asked if there was anything he could help me out with. I asked for the ten dollars in video booth coins, and then asked if booth three was available. His grin grew larger, filled with his understanding of what I was asking, and happily told me that it was indeed available as he handed me a fist full of gold tokens. I thanked him for his assistance, and quickly headed off towards the booths. They were located down a hall to the left of the counter, and booth number three was easy to locate as it was one of three booths with a red door; the other seven had black doors to match the walls. Inside my booth, I fed the coin slot to start playing videos, and picked a video that showed a blonde woman having sex with a group of men. With my video selection made, I pulled off my dress and hung it from the door handle. My purse was already on the ground as Sage requested, but I had to pull out my phone so I could more easily access it later. I took my position, squatting down in front of the monitor with my hands stretched out to the two holes in the wall on either side of me, and waited for my first visitor. My wait was a little longer than I expected, and I could soon will the strain in my legs from my squatting position. As I waited, I thought about what I was about to do, and how even though I had given blow jobs to boyfriends in the past, it was never anything I particularly enjoyed or looked forward to. Now under Sage's guidance, I was actually eager to not only give a blow job, but to give ten in one night. My body was buzzing with the thought, and fortunately I soon heard the booth to my left open and close. After a few more long seconds, my first "customer" had arrived. His cock slipped semi-erect through the hole and I quickly took hold of it in my left hand. It was an average sized dick, nothing to write home about, just a typical circumcised, white skin cock. With cock in hand, I turned and brought my attention fully onto it. I stroked it some to get it to full mast, making sure to spit onto it for some lubrication. With it completely erect, I reached down for my phone, and put my mouth to the mushroom head. I cocked my head to the side and held out my phone to take the erotic selfie. Thankfully, I was able to capture the appropriate shot on the first attempt, and I was able to focus once again at the task at hand, or in this case mouth. I became lost in excitement as I worked my mouth on the first cock of the evening. I wanted to be completely involved in the moment and not just treat it as a task to be completed. I wanted the man on the other side of the wall to leave feeling like he got something more than just a quick simple blowjob. So, I made sure I did everything I could to maximize his pleasure and experience. I sucked him, stroked him, licked him, and hummed for him. I took time to slap his cock onto my tongue, and talk dirty to him. I played it up for him, and made him aware of how much of a dirty slut I was, and how much I enjoyed his cock. It must have been effective because I soon heard him grunt and felt the first blast of cum shoot off into my mouth. I backed off and let the next shot fly into my mouth; it only made it to my lower lip before falling and draping onto my chin. The last little bit just dribbled out, I eagerly put my lips back onto his member to catch it. At this moment I also took the second erotic selfie making sure to showcase his deflating cock, and the semen left behind on my chin. Once the man recovered, he pulled himself away from my grasp, and left without a word. Left alone again, I used my finger to scoop up the string of cum on my chin and fed it to myself. I then took my phone and quickly sent Sage my first two pictures of the night. After the pictures were sent, I once again waited for another cock to show up. Soon, another one did, and I perform the same way as I had with the last. The second one went about the same as the first with this time however the man actually speaking to me indicating he wanted to cum on my tits. When the time came I obliged his request, and he plastered my chest with his dick juice while I took a serious of pictures with my phone. When spent, he pulled his dick back through the hole in the wall, said thank you, and left. I began rubbing in his cum into my breast, was soon presented with another patron looking for my services. In fact the next ten minutes went by in a blur. I was able to service another three men, taking my required pictures as I did. With each I repeated my previous routine as I had done with the first two. None of the three men spoke, and all of their cocks were about the same; meaning nothing was really all that impressive about them. Each man came, either on my chest, my face or in my mouth, and each time I made sure I was smiling in the picture. After my first thirty minutes in the booth I was pleased to realize I was half way done with my ten blowjobs, and was feeling good that I make get my task done earlier than I previously thought. Hopefully, Sage would be happy with my completion of the task, and satisfied with how quickly I would get it done. After finishing my first five men, I had a bit off down time so I quickly texted the eight new pictures I had taken to Sage. Unfortunately, the steady supply of men needing to be serviced seemed to have slowed down, so I had to take up my original position of squatting as I waited. Three minutes had passed and no one showed up, but I was surprised to see my phone light as I received a message from my mistress. "Looks like my little teacher slut is having herself some fun. Half way through, so let's see if I can't make it a bit more interesting. During your next break between blow jobs, I want you to slip your dress through one of the holes and into which ever booth is empty at the moment. That should spice things up some, not knowing if you will get it back or not. Have fun slut, and keep the pictures coming. Oh, and don't forget to call me once you have gotten to ten." Sage always knows how to keep me on my toes, and push my limits. Pushing my dress through one of the holes would mean I would be left naked in my booth with nothing to cover up with. I would only be able to hope that once I was done my dress would still be in the booth for me to retrieve it after I was all done. There would be no guarantee that it would be, and also I would have to exit my booth completely naked to even get it back. Even though this new additional task was a gamble, I knew I wanted to take it and do what I could to make my mistress as pleased with me as possible. So, since I was still waiting for the next dick to appear, I grabbed my dress from the door handle, and began slipping it into the booth to my left. I pushed it through and watched it fall away in to the darkness of the other booth. I was now without any bit of clothing except for my heels. The knowledge of this, made me feel liberated, and I didn't care at that moment if I would get it back or not. I just wanted to suck some more cocks and please Sage. Thankfully I did not have to wait long for my next "customer". Moments after my dress disappeared into the booth to my left, a dick poked through the hole on the right. It was by far the biggest of the night, but it would not have matter, as I would have devoured it no matter what. I quickly pounced on it as I had with the others, and even got so into it that I almost forgot to take the first picture. I quickly corrected my mistake, and was soon back to just focusing on getting the anonymous man in the booth next to me to cum. My enthusiasm must have been helpful, because I was able to get him off faster than any of the others. I felt his first spurt hit my tongue, and instinctively I pulled it out and let him finish spraying his load onto my face. Not only was he the largest cock of the night, but he also shot the largest load. Once he finally finished, it felt like my entire face was plastered with semen; I felt both dirty and proud. Before I let him pull away, I leaned in and kissed the head of his penis, while I also snapped off my required picture. With six men serviced, I could sense I was nearing the finish line. I was proud of myself for doing as my mistress wanted; proud of myself for being able to get these strangers off so effectively. Rather than wipe away the cum of the previous stranger as I had with all the others, I instead just clear it out of my eyes and let it remain as a badge of honor on my face as I waited for the next one. In my head, the stranger's load was a symbol of my duty, and of my success. Even if I was the only one that knew, it still carried the same amount of weight with me. I was a proud submissive, on her knees, in a glory hole booth, and sucking strange cocks. Waking me out of my proud moment was the appearance of the next cock protruding from the hole to my left; the booth with my dress. The notion that this stranger was in the same booth as my dress spurred me to perform more so. The idea that he may take it with him after, or that he was just simply standing on it with dirty shoes filled my head and I became a cock sucking fiend. I made quick work of him, got my pictures, and focused on the next one that was poking out of the other booth waiting. The next twenty or so minutes were a blur of me going back and forth from hole to hole, servicing the next three men. I was lost in my lustful desire to perform, and finish my task. By the end of my tenth man, I was covered and caked in cum; my badge of honor growing which each deposited new load. Fortunately, almost as if the universe knew my task, after the tenth man was finished, I had a long break. I took that time to send out the remaining pictures to Sage, and then call her. It only took one ring before she answered, and from the tone of her voice in her greeting I could tell that she was pleased with me. "Hello my glory hole slut, I see that you have finished the first part of your task. It seems that you completed it very well too. You look good covered in cum. Well, I guess now I should let you in on the second part of your task. You are to leave the booth immediately after this call ends. Do not even look to retrieve your discarded dress or wipe your face. Go directly outside and back to your car. Get inside and drive to the fast food restaurant at the other end of town. It will have a drive-thru which is open twenty four hours. You drive-thru and order a vanilla shake nude and covered in jizz. Once you have your shake, drive back home and park your car in the garage. Take your shake and purse inside, and leave your purse on the kitchen counter. You will then take out your phone and with the shake in hand go out through your front door to the neighbor's house across the street. They keep their garbage cans on the side of the house, you are to make your way too them at which point you will take another selfie of yourself throwing the shake away in their garbage. At no point are you to drink from the shake. You will then send me the picture, and wait by your neighbor's garbage cans for my reply. Is this clear slut?" "Yes mistress." The phone went silent; I knew what I had to do. I calmly stood up, put my phone in my purse, and picked it up. I didn't give myself time to think, I just went about my task as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Walking through the sex shop, I could feel the stares of the few patrons around the store. They were all gawking at my nudity, and the fact that I had a face plastered with cum. Keeping my head up, I pushed myself to continue and was soon outside headed to my car. Inside my car, I felt a bit more sense of safety and cover, but not much. I quickly started my engine and put it into gear to wake my way to the next destination. Since it was rather late, traffic in the town was minimal, and I didn't notice at any point if anyone else noticed me. It took me about twenty minutes to get to the drive-thru restaurant Sage requested I go to. The restaurant was close except for the drive-thru, and because it was the only building on the lot, there were only two cars parked outside; presumably belonging to the employees inside. Pulling up to the drive-thru, I was the only one there, so I had no wait to get to the order board. After being greeted by the employee's voice through the speaker box, I gave her my order and was told to pull to the next window to pay and pick up my shake. This was it, now another stranger would see my in such a whorish state; nude and covered in cum. As if on cue, a car pulled in behind me pretty cementing the fact that my only option was to pull forward. Not that I wanted to back out, but it did help me get over the little nerves I had. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 16 The window was just around the side of the building, and I was there within moments. The girl who took my order opened the window as I arrived and began to recite me order and cost to me. She didn't seem to notice me at first, as she was reading of the monitor in front of her, but once finished she looked to me and her jaw dropped open. Silence filled the space between us, until I finally broke it by handing her my card to pay. She shook out of her shocked state, and took my card to run it. Upon handing it back to me along with my receipt, she asked why I was naked. I responded in a cute fun way, saying it was a beautiful night out, and I felt like experiencing it in the nude. She accepted my answer, but also added that it seemed I was experiencing more than just the night while she pointed at my face. Blushing, I responded back saying I am just a girl who likes experiences. Again the girl smiled before reaching over and handing me my shake. I thanked her as I took my order, and then drove off. I was literally shaking as I drove away. All throughout my submission to Sage, it had always been just us two, no one was involved. Now, in just the span of a day, what was once no one has become many. The girl at the clothing store saw me naked; Gerald used me like a cheap hooker, and now I just displayed my nakedness and naughtiness off to a complete stranger at a drive-thru. It was all a bit overwhelming, but as I continued to drive I began to realize that it was also exhilarating. I felt energized and aroused, and wanted Sage to push me more; even if in doing so raised the level of danger. I was realizing that the danger aspect only added to the joy of my submission. As I came to my realization, I had arrived back at my house. Without any hint of hesitation, I quickly got my car parked in the garage, enter my house, and was soon making my way out my front door as Sage had instructed. It was late out, and my neighborhood was definitely a sleeping set of houses. The risk of being seen out naked covered in cum was certainly low, but also not out of the possibilities. My heels clicked on the concrete and asphalt as I walked to my destination. Just as Sage and informed me, my neighbor's trash cans were indeed on the side of their house, to the left of the garage. It was a rather dark pathway that led to their backyard, but dark also meant less exposure for me. I stopped as I reached the trash cans, and opened the first one. Positioning myself, I stretched out my hand with the phone and took a picture of myself holding the shake just open can. With the picture taken, I dropped the shake into the garbage and closed the lid before sending the picture to Sage. I then waited for her response back, a wait that seemed longer than it needed to be. However, I just stood there naked next to my neighbors' trash, for my mistress to contact me as she said she would. Just about two minutes after I sent the picture, my phone chimed notifying me of a new text message. I quickly opened the message and read what Sage had sent. "Go into their backyard." She was pushing me further, and I loved it. Seeking into my neighbors' backyard while naked would be so thrilling and scary, I would have to make sure I didn't leave a trail of arousal behind me as I walked. I immediately began following the side pathway to their backyard, knowing at this time of night they were most likely already in bed asleep. At the end of the path I reach a gate and have to reach over to open it from the other side. I do so as quietly as possible, not wanting to be too obvious and wake my neighbors. Once past the gate and closing it behind me, I take a deep breath and commend myself for quickly doing as my mistress ordered. However, now I have to wait once again, as I do not know what is next; Sage had not given me any further details yet. Moments pass as I stand vulnerable in my neighbors' backyard waiting for contact from Sage. It finally comes, and I frantically open up the message on my phone to read it. "Go sit down in one of their outdoor lawn chairs, making sure to spread your legs wide open, and that you are facing their house. You will then make yourself cum. Once you have cum, you are to go back to your house, and get ready for bed. You are not to wash your face; I want you to sleep covered in the cum of anonymous strangers. When you wake up tomorrow, there will be an e-mail waiting for you detailing task number 2." After reading the message, I quickly scanned the yard and saw that there were indeed chairs outside. I quickly made my way over to the nearest one, and positioned to face the house. Of course I made sure to be cautious the whole time, and to check to make sure my neighbors were actually not awake. The lights being off in their house was a clear indicator that they weren't, and in a flash I found myself sitting spread open rubbing my sex. Considering how worked up I had been all day I knew that my climax would come quick. I was slick with arousal and excitement, and within seconds of starting I could feel the rush of an orgasm coming forward. It hit me hard and long, causing me to shake and convulse as if processed. My sight faded as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I'm sure I moaned, but am not sure how loud. After what felt like an eternity, but in reality was a matter of seconds, my climax slowed to a stop. Considering I wasn't sure how noisy I was, I stood quickly on my shaking quivering legs to get out of there as soon as possible. Silently I crept around the side of the house and across the street. Making it to my house, I entered and headed straight to my room. After the day I had, and orgasm, I was exhausted. Even if Sage hadn't told me not to wash my face, I don't think I would have been able to. Once I made it to my bed I crashed onto it, and was asleep in no time. To be continued... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 17 Thanks for reading my stories; I am sorry for the long delays between the chapters. All I can hope is that you continue to keep reading them and don't mind if they take a bit to come out. I do wish you enjoy this next installment, even if it is a bit shorter. Comments and Ratings as always are appreciated, as too are any possible suggestions you might wish to read Cynthia and Sage partake in. * I awoke early the next morning naked and crusted with cum, but I felt refreshed and energized. I was proud of myself for doing as my mistress set out for me the night before, and was eager to see what my next task may be. Without cleaning up, I walked to my computer and booted it up. Once it was running, I logged into my email and saw the message I was dying to read awaiting me; it simply had the subject "Task #2", and I could see Sage had also added some attachments to it. Before reading the email I opened up the attachments, and immediately my pussy flooded with arousal as I viewed the very erotic and pornographic pictures of me from the night before. In my state of heightened arousal, I read over the email that detailed my next task. "Good morning gloryhole slut. Hopefully you are able to take to your next task as easy as you did your first; it should be quite the thrill for you. Before I get to that however, I need to give you a bit of background as to how I came up with this task. As you may be able to gather I am a very sexual young women, and considering this I sometimes enjoy the wonderful offerings of the internet when it comes to pornography. There is site I go sometimes that specializes in girls using webcams to put on sexy shows for anonymous audiences. You know the type, were you get to view them for free, but the girls usually will do more wild and erotic stuff if you tip them electronically. Well anyways, some of my more favorite shows are often ones in which the girl is somewhere public while doing the sexual performance for tips. It has a sense of excitement, and danger. So that brings me to your second task, I want you to perform a show like this for me. Not too worry, it will only be me you will be performing for, but it will be in a public venue. In fact the location for this performance of yours will take place at the University library two towns over. You will bring with you your laptop that has a built in webcam, and if you look in your hall closet you will find a newly acquired second webcam and mobile modem. The mobile modem will allow you to use your laptop without risking the tech team at the University seeing what you will be doing, and the second webcam will help capture multiple angels. Setting them up should be rather easy. You are to leave for the library as soon as you finish this email, and are cleaned up and ready to go; no later than noon. As far as what you are to wear, you should wear a nice sundress that is easily removable, and of course no underwear. I'll leave your footwear up to you, but I expect it to be sexy. Also, you are to bring your collar, the large dildo, a butt plug, and a long coat. Carry all of your items, in a backpack; that way you will look more like a student. Upon reaching the University, you will call me, and I will inform you on the details of how you will connect with me via webcam. Remember, to be at the library no later than noon, I will be expecting your call so don't make me wait. Sincerely, Your Mistress" Once I finished reading the email, I ponder my task momentarily wondering of the number of possibilities and risk I may have to take. However, the excitement to perform for my mistress even via webcam was enough to quell any fears or hesitations I may have had. I hurried off to clean up and gather my supplies, for I knew I would want to make sure and get to the library as soon as possible. In the shower, as I scrubbed away the remnants of my glory hole adventure, I envisioned what putting on a webcam show for Sage in a public library would be like. My hand wandered between my thighs as I imagined being naked amongst the books and stacks, or pushing a dildo into myself as I sat at a study nook; it was amazing how much the thoughts excited me. Not wanting to push myself to climax without Sage's permission, I reluctantly pulled my hand away from myself, exited the shower to dry off. Quickly, I fixed myself up and had on a nice airy, blue sundress with spaghetti straps. The hem came down to three inches above my knee, and felt incredibly light on my naked skin. I paired the dress with a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes, to add to the effect of a college girl that the backpack would help with. Before leaving the closet, I pulled out my khaki colored trench coat to bring with me. When worn it would cover me up more than the sundress. Strolling to the hall closet, I found the two pieces of electronics Sage had informed me about and brought them back to my computer. I wanted to set them up prior to leaving so I wouldn't have to do it at the library. Just as Sage had sad, setup was a synch, and I was soon gathering the devices together to put into my bag. I still had my backpack that I used in college stored away in a closet. Getting the electronics put inside, I scurried off to my bedroom to retrieve the dildo, butt plug, and my collar. Putting each item inside the pack, and zipping it shut, I was ready to head out for the University. I had to travel about an hour to get there, and that meant I would arrive about an hour and a half before noon. The entire drive, I continued to imagine the endless possibilities Sage would come up with for my webcam show, and before I knew it I was at my destination. I was somewhat familiar with this University as it had been my school's rival in sports, and I would often come with friends to cheer on our sport teams. However, other than the sporting venues I wasn't too sure where anything else was. I had to stop and get out, to look at a campus guide map to find out the location of the library, and was happy to realize I had parked in the appropriate lot already. On my way back to my car to get my bag, I called Sage to let her know I had arrived; she answered almost immediately. "So, my slut has made it to the library, and very quickly it seems. Someone must be eager to perform in public." I responded appropriately being her submissive, "Yes mistress, I am eager to do as my mistress wishes." "Well slut, I am happy to hear that, because I have plenty of wishes for you to fulfill this afternoon. However, you must first get ready. Go and find a nice secluded area of the library, a place you can be relatively alone. You will then setup your laptop, and webcams to begin chatting with me. I have emailed you the address to the site we will be using this afternoon, so once you are connect you will request me to view. Don't make we wait too long slut." With that the line went dead, and I found myself quickly hurry to the library. Once inside, I began my hunt for an appropriate location to set up. The library was three stories tall, and after a preliminary glance around the main floor, I decided it might be best to go upstairs as it looked rather crowded with students on the first floor. Because of my short crew cut, and flirty blue dress, I did get my fair share of looks and stares as I headed off to the elevators, and I got a tingle inside when I thought if they only knew what I would be doing in a few moments. Hell, I didn't even know what I would be doing, only a vague idea. Inside the elevators, I decided to go directly to the top floor, as I figured less people would take to time to travel all the way up here to study. When the doors opened I was happy to see that my assumption was right. The elevator opened onto a smaller open study area with long tables of which only had a few students sitting at them reading or on laptops. The rest of the floor seemed too filled up with aisles of book stacks. I did notice that there was a pathway around the edges of the floor to follow along the walls, and that this path had some more private cubicles lining it. I decided to follow this path and investigate the floor a bit further. As I walk around the floor, I passed the more private desk cubicles, and took note that most were empty. Also they were parallel with the aisle of books, so they almost were completed sealed off from outside view. I continued on the path and around the backside of the aisles. On the backside the path narrowed and there were no cubicles, just floor to ceiling glass windows to allow light in. Continuing on, the side opposite that of the elevators, the path widened and was a replica of the other side. A line of desk cubicles running along one side of the path pushed up to the wall, with the aisles of books running on the other side of the path. This side was far more secluded than the other, as it could not be seen from the main area of the library as easily. I walked down the entire row of cubicles to see how many were taken and was glad to see only two or three were; all mostly near the front, closer to the elevators. I doubled back and chose the empty cubicle at the end of the row, closest to the back wall. This way I could see anyone coming from in front of me, and not have to worry too much about someone coming from behind. Satisfied with my choice, I set my bag down and began to pull out my equipment I needed to set up. I left the "toys" in my bag and set it on the ground at my feet as I worked. Soon I was ready to go, and was quickly online with the modem Sage had purchased for me. Loading up my email, I found the link Sage had provided and loaded it up as soon as possible. It took a bit for me to become familiar with the site and make sure my webcams were set up, but within moments I figured it all out and sent of the invite for Sage to join the room. In a matter of seconds here name appeared in the chat box. The way the site was configured, I was the only one going to be using a webcam, while Sage and I would communicate mainly through the chat box. I was a bit disappointed by this, because I was hoping I would get to see my mistress as I performed for her, but at least I knew she would be seeing me. However, I couldn't dwell on that matter for long as Sage soon began the chat dialogue. Sage: Have you found a nice secluded space for your webcam show? Me: Yes mistress, I believe I have. Sage: How about you lift up the second webcam and kind of give me a view of your surroundings? I did as Sage instructed and lifted the secondary webcam up into the air and turned it around to show her a 360 degree view of where I was. Sage: Very good slut, things should get interesting now. You should start by putting on your collar. Me: Yes mistress. I reached into my bag and pulled out my leather collar. With practiced hands I quickly had the strap around my neck. Sage: Well now doesn't my little pet slut look so appropriate with her little collar on? Now why don't you show me how much of a slut you are, and take the dress off? Me: Yes mistress. With a flush of nerves I quickly looked around to make sure no one was around or coming near. Of course I chose this spot to keep that possibility low, but still wanted to make sure. Confident that I was hidden and no one was coming, I nervously began to pull the dress up and over my head. It took only seconds for me to take it off, but those felt like minutes. With it off, I set it down on the desk, and sat naked as I redirected my attention to Sage. Sage: What a naughty little pet you are. I bet you feel so vulnerable sitting naked in a public library. Well, let's see if we can't push the envelope a little more. Considering I won't be letting you use the dress anymore, go and put it in the cubicle two in front of you. Oh, and make sure you angle the webcam so I can watch. Me: Yes mistress. Riding a wave of nervous excitement I took no time to ponder my task, but simply stood up, adjusted the webcam, and then made my way to the cubicle with my dress in hand. No one was around, but the knowledge that at any moment someone could come around one of the corners and see me kept me on edge and made me sure to be quick. Dropping the dress onto the desk of the cubicle, I quickly hurried back to my cubicle for some sense of security and repositioned the secondary webcam. Sage: Well done pet. I bet your little cunt is just dripping with excitement. Show me how wet you are slut. Pull the webcam down and let me watch as you finger yourself a little bit. Me: Yes mistress. Again, doing just as Sage wished I grab the cam and begin to touch myself. She is right as usual, as I am absolutely soaked from the excitement of the situation. The risk of exposure, like it has countless times before, has me practically leaking onto the chair. My body warms, not only with excitement, but with pride as I know I am making my mistress happy. I touch myself slowly with two fingers at first, focusing on the outside of my sex and coating my lips with the juices I am producing. Wanting to go further, I slip my fingers inside and began to stroke them in and out; building the pleasure within and the desire for release. I am only at it for a moment before Sage pops up with further instructions. Sage: Stop. Take your fingers out of your sloppy cunt and lick them clean. I do as I am told, and moan as I taste myself. Sage: Take your dildo out of your bag, and give it a good blow job right there on the desktop. Me: Yes mistress. Reaching down to my feet, I pull the toy from my bag. Sage had told me earlier to bring my large dildo, however she didn't specify which one exactly. Over our time together, my collection of dildos has seemed to grow; especially ones of the large variety. The one I choose for this outing was my 10 inch black jelly dildo with realistic balls. I set it up on the table top, and begin my duty of going down on it. The rubber taste takes a while to leave my mouth, but soon my only focus is putting on a good show for Sage. I bob up and down on the fake cock, and behave as if it eventually will cum if I am good enough. I begin taking it deep into my throat and pushing my mouth down to the soft jelly balls. Holding myself impaled on the cock, I forget where I am, and only focus on my task. Saliva begins rolling out past my lips and forming a puddle of sticky spit around the base of the rubber dick. While I am performing, I keep my eyes locked to the screen and cams to make sure my mistress is pleased. Eventually, I see she has typed further instructions. Sage: You're doing good pet, now keep that cock in your mouth and stand up. I want you to walk out of the cubicle and continue your blow job show on the floor of the walkway. Make sure the webcam can see you. Count to 100 before coming back to the cubicle. Upon reading Sage's message, I push the dildo all the way into my throat and hold it there with one hand. I then grabbed the webcam and directed it at the floor next to my cubicle before leaving the cubicle and getting down on the floor to continue my task. I become even more focused on my job, and the warmth I feel from the arousal and exposure spur me on. Knowing that I am completely nude in a public library, crouched down on the floor in front of a floor to ceiling window, and performing felatio on a ten inch rubber cock drives me wild. I no longer care what the blow job looks like, but simply am impaling my mouth and throat onto the phallus. At first, I forget to count because I am lost in the moment, but soon I realize I better unless I want to spend the rest of the day out in the open. Not wanting to risk being caught, but none the less being endlessly aroused by the chance of being caught, I begin counting off in my head to a hundred. As I counted and continued my mouth assault, I began to envision being caught and being seen. Not knowing if anyone can see from the outside through the window is also a thrill, but I am confident that I am on a high enough floor that this would be nearly impossible; plus the outside of the windows seem to be tinted anyway so it seems unlikely I could be spotted from the outside. However, I began to picture myself performing in front of countless strangers as they looked on with shock, or pointed and laughed at me. I was slipping further and further into my role as a slut for Sage, and was now craving the continued humiliation and depravity that went along with it. Eventually, I was able to come back to some bit of reality as I reached one hundred in my head. Stranding up, I kept the dildo in my mouth and took a glance around before returning inside my cubicle. Sage: What an obedient pet slut you are, now go back out of the cubicle but further away and fuck yourself with that dildo. Do not cum, just stuff yourself like a true whore for a good minute before coming back. Me: Yes mistress. With the rubber member still in my mouth, I took a glance to make sure there was still no one around before adjusting the webcam and heading to a further spot two cubicles ahead of me on the floor. I sat down on the cool floor, and spread my legs open. Removing the toy from my mouth I guided it down to my dripping snatch and snuck it inside in one quick push. Wanting to continue putting on a good show for Sage, I start to aggressively push and pull the fake cock in and out of my sloppy box. I also keep picturing someone coming around the corner to find me which keeps me pushing myself to behave even sluttier. I figured I would count once again to a hundred in my head to be safe that I was fucking myself for a minute as per Sage's order. The idea that at any moment someone could come around and find was the like gas to a flame, and ignited me to behave in such a whorish manner. All too quickly however I reached the silent count of one hundred in my head, which thankfully allowed me to stop my self-fucking or else I am not sure I would have been able to keep from climaxing. Returning to my relatively safe hiding spot with the dildo held inside my abuse boxed, another message from Sage was waiting for me. Sage: Well done slut. That was an excellent pounding you gave that pretty little cunt of yours, but I'm sure you tight whore asshole needs some attention as well. Get the plug you brought with you out, and prepare it to go into your vacant ass with your mouth while standing in the cubicle. Me: Yes mistress. Making sure the webcams were appropriately adjusted, I reached into my bag and pulled out the butt plug I had brought. I had chosen a traditional style plug, pink and large, for the day's task. Once I produced the plug from the bag, I held it in front of the cams for a moment to allow Sage to see it, before I brought to my mouth and began to slobber on it to lubricate for its soon to be new residence. As I performed my slutty mouth movements on the plug, Sage wrote out further instructions for me to follow. Sage: What a true slut you are. Pull out the dildo from your snatch, and finger yourself some more before using your whore juices to lube up you asshole. I did as Sage instructed and pulled the dildo out of my drenched pussy, setting it on the desktop before reaching back with my free hand to stuff my cunt with my fingers. I felt so dirty as I stood in a college library naked, sucking on a butt plug and fingering my pussy so I could wet my own asshole for the plug. With my fingers properly coating my juices, I pulled them out and placed them against the ring of my ass. Using soft circular motions I began coating my asshole with the slimy coating. Sage: That should be good enough my pet slut, let me see you push the pretty pink plug into your slutty little ass. I pulled the plug my mouth and turned around so my back was to the cams. I bent slightly at the waist and brought the plug around to my rear end. Without a moment of hesitation, I began to press it into my sphincter, forcing it to pass the tightness of my ass hole. Slowly it began to slip further and further into my ass, filling me up as it went. Eventually, I pushed it past the widest point, and my ass took over from there by swallowing up the remainder of the plug until only the base remained. With the plug lodged in place, I turned back to the face the cams and see what further instructions Sage may have for me. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 17 Sage: Okay slut, now that your ass is properly stuffed, show me what a good little pet you are and get down on your hands and knees and crawl out into the open walkway at the end of the aisles, continuing away from the cubicle until you reach the end. Once you reach the end you may turn and come back. Just make sure to set the cam up first to capture you slutty pet crawl. Me: Yes mistress. As I adjust the secondary cam, I think to myself that this order will certainly be the most daring so far. I would have to crawl on my hands and knees a distance of about one hundred feet, while crossing the open area of the aisles. There were five sets of bookshelves on this floor, which meant I would have cross over four open aisle to reach the end before having to turn around and do it all again. With the cam in place I steadied my nerves before dropping down on to my hands and knees to begin my trek. I knew the aisle with the cubicles in it was clear so I crawled to the first end of the bookshelves. As I reached it, I slowed to peer around to corner to make sure the coast was clear. Satisfied that it was, I continued to the next one as quickly as I could. I used the same technique at each end I reached, wanting to make sure my chances of being caught were a small as possible. Of course I knew that at any moment someone could come down any of the aisles in front of me or the ones I had already passed and catch me in my humiliating situation. This knowledge of course both scared me and excited me. With my pussy practically leaking I eventually managed to make it to the end. My path back I used the same cautious method I took out. It was on my way back that I began to picture myself as if I was an outside observer. I realized what an unbelievable sight I was. A high school teacher, with a buzzed shaved haircut, naked except for a collar and shoes, crawling on the floor of a public library, stuffed full with a pink butt plug, and all while capturing the act of depravity on webcam for my mistress who just also happened to be one of my 18 year old female students. The reality of the situation almost made my cum on the spot, though it should have been a moment of awakening at just how low I have sunk into this world of teacher/student submission/domination. I however safely made it back to my cubicle before I had time to ponder those thoughts any further, and had another set of instructions waiting for me from Sage. Sage: Oh my, you truly are an obedient little pet slut. I feel as though you should be awarded for your obedience. I will allow you to cum now, but you must do so standing up in your cubicle while you stuff yourself with the dildo. Once you have cum, you may leave the library. However, you are to leave the plug inside your ass, your collar on, and you may not retrieve your dress to put back on. You will only be allowed to wear the jacket you brought along, and because I am in a good mood, I will allow you to put the dildo in the bag along with the tech equipment rather than have you carry it in your hand. You will drive back home and there will be an email awaiting you with the third and final task of the weekend. Is this all clear slut? Me: Yes mistress. Sage: Good, know let me watch my pet slut fuck herself to climax. Just as obediently as I had with all the other instructions, I grabbed the dildo from the desk and brought it to my wet pussy. With one quick push, I slid the cock all the way into my wanting hole. Because I was already so aroused from the day's events I knew my climax would not take too long. My hand feverishly pumped the dildo into my box as my other flicked at my sensitive clit. Within moments I could feel the tell-tale signs of my impending orgasm. A few more pumps of the dildo, along with some quick flicks of my clit and I was at the moment of no return. The orgasm crashed over me, and my body trembled with it. My knees shook and threatened to give out, and my mouth gaped open in a silent moan. The high continued for a few moments more before I began to come down. As I did, the hand on my clit had to reach out to the desk to support some of my weight. When I finally regained enough of my composure, I glanced up at the computer to see what if anything Sage had to say. All I saw was a simple word, and the indication that she had signed off. Sage: Good. Disconnected 1 minute ago Slowly, I began to come fully back to earth. As I did, I started the process of packing up. I stayed naked the entire time until everything was turned off and properly stored away in my bag. Once everything was taken care of, I then put on my coat and headed out of the library. I am not sure if anyone noticed that I was no longer wearing what I had when I walked in, or that I was now wearing a sub collar, but just simple idea that someone could have made me cream myself some more. To be continued.... Authors Note: Sorry for once again taking so long with the continuation of this story, all I can hope is that you are still eager to read it, and that it is as enjoyable to read as the others have been. I promise that I will continue this storyline, and that I will do my best to be quicker about the updates. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 18 Thanks for reading my stories; I am sorry for the long delays between the chapters. All I can hope is that you continue to keep reading them and don't mind if they take a bit to come out. I do wish you enjoy this next installment, even if it is a bit shorter. Comments and Ratings as always are appreciated, as too are any possible suggestions you might wish to read Cynthia and Sage partake in. ***** The hour ride back home from the library was uneventful, minus the fact that I was a bit daring and allowed my jacket to fall open in the front as I drove. My breasts were covered, but I still felt exposed as my naked skin was clear to anyone who may have taken notice; not that anyone I noticed did. However, the hour did seem to flash by thanks in large part to the fact that I kept reviewing my library task over and over in my head. I couldn't believe just how daring it was, and how wonderful my orgasm was from it. It also didn't help that I was still plugged, so every bump in the road sent a tingle through my body. Arriving home, I parked in my garage and decided to take my jacket off and leave it in the car before I went inside. I carried backpack with me back to my bedroom, and began to unpack it. I did not put anything away, but instead decided to get my laptop booted back up so I could read the email that Sage told me would be waiting. Also, I left the plug in my rear as Sage had not instructed I take it out yet. After the usual wait time for the computer to turn on, I quickly logged into my account and opened my Mistress' email detailing the third and final task for me this weekend. "Well my little teacher slut, or is it library slut, or is glory hole slut, anyways I assume your journey home was pleasant and that you are eager to get you third task finished. For your third task you are to start a blog. However, let's just say that this blog will be a little bit more 'adult' themed than a normal blog, and quite frankly even a bit more personal. What your blog will consist of is a picture by picture account of your submission to me from the start until now. You will include information about what the pictures are showing, and how you were feeling during that point in your submission. Of course I don't want you to expose you actual identity, so you are allowed to use pictures, or crop them as to not display your face or anything that may directly identify you. You have free reign as to which pictures you choose to post, and what you write about them, but I do expect to see a good catalog of your submission on the blog. There is a flash drive on your kitchen counter that contains all of the pictures I have taken of you so far, or pictures you have taken of yourself. Also, considering you can't use your real name, or mine for that matter, you will refer to yourself as slut and to me a Mistress in any written portion on the blog. When you finish with it, you will send me a link via email so I can check your work. From this point forward, you will keep the blog up to date with regular posting of your submission. You should be able to get this done before you go to bed tonight, so for added incentive for you to get it done in a timely manner, you will remain plugged, naked, and collared until you finish. Sunday will be a day of rest, but you may not get dressed or pleasure yourself. I will send a text to you with instructions for Monday morning. Happy blogging, Mistress" The excitement and danger of publically posting my submission on a blog with photo evidence was at the same time terrifying and exhilarating. The last few days I had really been thinking deeply about my submission to Sage and felt that this blog may be a great way to let out all my thoughts and feelings. However, I also understood the danger of posting such explicit and personal pictures of myself on the internet. I would have to make a concerted effort that none of the pictures contained anything that could link them to me. I hurried off to my kitchen to collect the flash drive, before nearly sprinting back to my bedroom to begin my task. Loading up the flash drive to my computer, I was in awe of just how many pictures were on it. All of which showed me in some form of submissive pose, or erotic situation. I knew I wouldn't use every picture, but to have so many to choose from certainly was a bit overwhelming. Gathering my thoughts and senses, I refocused on the task at hand and started by registering an online blog; soon I lost myself in a steady stream of productivity. Thankfully, the pictures on the flash drive were in order from the beginning of my submission until the most recent. All I simply had to do was start with the first sets of pictures and begin posting them along with written descriptions of what they were and how I was feeling mentally and physically when they were taken. I spent the next few hours chronicling my submission to Sage online, and while the task brought back wonderful and exciting memories of our adventures together, I was quite spent as well. As I completed the finishing touches and took the final daunting task of officially publishing the blog to World Wide Web, as could sense that my body indeed needed the rest that Sage had granted me. I began to put away my computer, and truly hoped Sage would be pleased with the work I did on the blog. Needing to recharge I made my way in to the bathroom to start the water going for a good soak. While the tub filled, I went and retrieved some scented candles as well, to add to the mood. Eventually everything was ready, so before getting into the bath I removed the plug from my tired, stretched hole, and took off my collar as to not get it wet. Placing the plug in the bathroom sink to clean later and my collar on the counter, I proceeded to submerge myself into the wonderfully hot bath to relax. I remained in the tub until the water started to become tepid, before getting out and drying off. The rest of the evening, and all of Sunday were to be left for me to rest and I intended to take full advantage. I took my time to lotion my body; moisturizing my freshly shaven skin. Sage had told me to remain naked, which I knew would not be an issue as I had become accustomed to being nude, and in fact found myself rather more at ease in that state. I however did make one caveat, I decided I would continue to wear my collar just as a sense of continued submission even though Sage did not directly instruct me to, nor was she going to know. I spent the rest of the evening in bed until I drifted off to sleep while watching a cheesy movie on T.V. The next morning I awoke feeling refreshed and recharged. I quickly washed up, made breakfast, and logged into my computer to check if my blog had been visited. To my surprise it had in fact been visited, and seemed to have been shared by a number of people because, I already had a couple hundred views. The idea that hundreds off unknown people had seen my naked journey of submission was quite a thrill excitement, while equally scary. However, I was happy that it was doing so well so soon, as I figured that would mean my mistress would be pleased as well. After reviewing the blog, I check my personal and school email accounts to make sure I was up to date with everything, and then I just proceeded to continue my lazy relaxing Sunday. It felt good to be naked and collared in my home as I casually lay around and did nothing of importance. Of course the collar was a constant reminder of my submission to Sage; I would often catch myself wondering what she had planned for the last week of school before break. I was sure that whatever she had in mind would certainly test my commitment to her, and push my limits even further. I was still confident however that I would do anything and everything Sage asked of me to prove myself. The rest of the day went by just as to be expected; basically I did as little I could, and just tried to relax knowing I would need my energy when Sage and I got back together. I took another bath, and made some lunch before I received the text message Sage said I would, indicated what was to be expected of me come Monday. "Slut, meet me at school tomorrow at 5 AM. Wear only your collar. I will provide the rest." My body tingled with the anticipation, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what my Mistress had in store for me tomorrow. Unfortunately, I would still have to wait a bit more to find out, and I knew that sleeping would be a struggle. I however decided that as dawn approached, I would take a sleeping pill to help me sleep, and bring my time with Sage along faster. With my alarm set, I drifted off to a comfortable, relaxing sleep with a smile on my face and erotic thoughts rolling through my mind. ~ I awoke the next morning refreshed and eager. Not wanting to waste time, I quickly showered and got ready; which now took considerably less time because of my new buzzed haircut. Making sure I was properly ready, I put my collar, and went to my car. I arrived at school ten minutes earlier than planned, and decided to wait for a bit in my car. With five minutes until Sage was to arrive, I got out and walked to our normal meeting spot by the teacher's exit with my keys in hand and naked as the day I was born. My body was buzzing with excitement as I waited. I could only hope that I would be able to please Sage to prove my loyalty and earn the trip away with her. Exactly on time, Sage appeared around the corner of the building and approached me. She was carrying her back pack, and was dressed in a loose fitting white tee shirt, a pair of tight black leggings, and flip flops. Upon reaching me she took my keys and spoke. "Hands and knees slut." Without a moment of hesitation, I dropped to the ground and assumed the position request by my Mistress. As I did, she reached into her bag and pulled out a leash before attaching it to my collar. With me leashed, she unlocked the door and once again spoke to me. "Come slut." I followed behind on my hands and knees as Sage lead the way into the school. She walked rather quickly through the halls towards my room, and it made it difficult for me to keep up. I however managed, and soon we reached my room. Sage opened the door and continued inside with me behind to my desk. When we reached it she again spoke another order to me. "Sit slut." Keeping my hands on the floor, I dropped my butt to my heels and looked up to await Sage's next command of me. She then unclipped the leash from my collar. It felt both equally degrading and erotic to be treated like a dog, and I was absolutely soaking with arousal from behaving as such. I watched as Sage began to items from her bag. First was a smaller paper bag of which see set atop my desk. Then followed a length of rope, and what looked to be rubber bone. She set the rope on the desk, but kept the bone in her hand as she began to speak. "Well slut, as you may have noticed today I plan on treating you like my little puppy slut. So, with that in mind I am going to try and teach a few tricks, and maybe even play with you a bit before you will have to get ready for class. Firstly, good girl on knowing how to sit like a proper little puppy slut. You knowing that will allow us to move right into speaking. If I require you to speak or answer a question, you are to bark your response or answer. One bark for yes and two barks for no. Do you understand me slut?" I immediately do as is expected and bark my reply. "Woof." "Good girl. Now, if I tell you to roll over you are to roll to your back and hold your arms and legs in the air. Think you can figure that out slut?" "Woof." "You catch on quick girl, now show me; rollover slut." Instantly, I did as commanded, flip over to my back and hold my arms and legs above my in the air. I also make sure to keep my legs parted to show Sage my wet pussy. "That's a good slut, and I can see that my little puppy slut is enjoying herself. Is my puppy slut turned on by acting like a dumb dog?" "Woof." "I bet you are; now roll back over and sit." Back in my sitting position, Sage continues her puppy training of me. "Okay, I think that covers the basics. What do you say we have a little fun now? Does the puppy slut want to play fetch?" "Woof." "Well then if you are excited, waggle your ass like a good puppy slut, and show me how eager you are to go and fetch this bone." She holds up the rubber dog toy in front of me as I begin to wiggle my butt like an excited dog for their owner. Sage then tosses the bone towards the door of my room, and quickly as I can I scamper off after it. I retrieve it in my mouth and just as quickly return to Sage with it. She reaches down and pulls it from my mouth, and gives me a pat on the head. "What a good little puppy slut, but I think you may need more room. Follow me into the hall so we can really play." I do as instructed and follow my Mistress into the vacant hallway. She throws the rubber bone down the hallway and it bounces and slides nearly halfway down. I however don't let this deter me, and I instantly bound off after it. Again, I retrieve it in my mouth and return it back to Sage. We play fetch a few more times, and soon I begin to feel the pain in my knees from the hard floor, but know I won't stop until Sage tells me too. One more throw and retrieval and Sage leads us back into my classroom. Back at my desk, she instructs me to sit, and I do as I am told. I watch as she puts the bone into my desk drawer, and picks up the length of rope. With it in her hands she orders me to stand and face her. Without any further words, Sage begins to secure the rope around my waist and then feed the excess between my legs and tight into my crotch. She makes to passes through my legs before tying it off behind me. There are two strands of the rope cutting and digging into my wet lips before they slip up behind me and tie into the bit of rope around my waist. The feeling of the rope digging into my pussy was a new sensation. It was rough but also pleasurable at the same time. Sage seemed to be satisfied with her work, because she then spoke. "Down slut; I want to see you walk with your crotch rope in place." I dropped back down to my hands and knees and immediately began to crawl around my room for my mistress. As I crawled around, the rope would pull and slide between my legs and in my crotch, causing a slight burning feeling in my crotch. However, it also rubbed me in a pleasurable way as well that almost offset the burning. After one complete lap of my room, Sage had me stand again and spoke to me. "Does the puppy slut like her new rope?" "Woof." "I'm glad to hear it, because you will be wearing it for the rest of the day. It should do a good job of keeping you on edge. Unfortunately, it is that time in which we must part. In the bag on your desk you will find your clothes for the day. You may put them on after I leave. Don't forget to take off your collar as well, considering we wouldn't want to have anybody wondering why you're wearing it. Having to explain your new hair cut will plenty of an issue anyways. I will see you back in here at lunch, and you will be waiting for me by your door on your hands and knees with your collar on, leash attached, and bone in your mouth. Is this clear slut?" "Woof." 'That's a good girl," she said as she gave my head a pat and walked out of my room. Once she was gone, I went to my desk and opened the bag containing my clothes; hoping that they would be loose fitting to help conceal the rope around my crotch. Thankfully Sage had thought of this as I pulled out a loose fitting, flirty blue sundress. Of course there was no underwear, and just a pair of flats for my feet. I quickly got dressed, removed my collar and leash, and stashed them in my desk as I waited for the school day to begin. My morning classes were somewhat stressful, as I had to continually explain why I cut my hair, and also do some re-explaining of assignments that the Sub from Friday had given out. Thankfully my students seemed to accept my explanation for haircut, that I tried to do a short bob cut, but it came out bad so I decided to buzz it off and start new. I was going to tell them it was for a friend of mine with cancer, but I didn't feel right about lying like that. The re-explaining of the work however was a different matter, considering that I had to consistently walk around the room helping out students individually, my crotch rope was constantly grinding into my wet sex filling my body with a mix of plain and pleasure. Sage was right in her assumption that it would keep me on edge; almost to the point of frustration. Lunch couldn't come soon enough for me because with each passing moment my desire and need for Sage grew. Eventually my salvation comes, and the lunch bell rings. I sit at my desk and watch as my students file out of my room to go to lunch. The second my last students crosses through the threshold of my doorway, my hand pulls open the desk drawer and begins grabbing the collar, leash, and rubber bone. Once my door swung completely shut, I pulled the dress up and over my head while I kicked off my shoes. Not wasting any time, I secured my collar around my neck, put the bone into my mouth, and began to crawl over to my door to wait for my Mistress. Moments later I hear the knob of my door begin to turn open, and I hope and pray that it is only Sage. Having anyone else find as I am would be horrific. Fortunately, it is Sage, and see quickly enters; making sure to close the door behind her. She however doesn't speak to me as she enters, but instead walks directly over to my desk to set her bag down atop it. I watch as she then proceed to undress, removing her shirt, bra, and leggings. As she is now naked, she takes her time folding her clothes neatly and piling them next to her bag. She then reaches into her bag, and pulls out her strap-on harness that I have become familiar with over our time together. With the harness in place, she then pulls out a realistic black dildo to connect to the harness. The dildo is one she has used on me before; it is large and thick causing my pussy to gush, and asshole to pucker at the sight of it. One more time she reaches into the bag, this time producing a pair of black patent leather heels. She quickly, straps them onto her feet, and makes her way over to me. As she walks over, I take notice of her phone which is point at me, and I assume now recording. "Goody puppy slut, come." Sage begins to walk me around the room by my leash, as I follow behind from my hands and knees with the rope sliding in an out of my soaked cunt. We make one complete lap around the class while she films, before she stops back in front of the door, attaches the other end of the leash to the knob, and then begins to speak to me. "Is my little puppy slut happy to see her Mistress?" "Wuuhf," I reply with the rubber bone still in my mouth. I also begin to wiggle my hips to show Sage my excitement. "I'm happy to hear it slut, and I hope you will enjoy what I have planned for our lunch time get together. I'm going to fuck your puppy slut ass nice and hard with my cock, and if you behave like a good little puppy slut I might even let you suck my cock too. How does that sound slut, do you want me to fuck you little puppy ass, and make you suck my thick black cock?" Again I respond with a muffled bark from behind the bone in my mouth and shake my ass some more to so my excitement. Even though I know that Sage will stretch out my ass with her rubber cock, the edge of desire built up by the rope all morning has made it that any form of pleasure is welcomed. Upon hearing my reply, Sage simply smiled and walked back towards the desk to retrieve some lube. At her return, she applies the cool liquid to my hole in preparation to take it. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 18 "I not even going to warm you up first slut, as I figured the rope has down that quite efficiently already." As she begins to press herself into me, she asks me another question. "Plus, you're just a puppy slut anyway; a bitch in heat just waiting to be fucked. Isn't that right slut?" I reply with another muffled bark, this time drawn out as the tip of Sage's member slips past the tightness of my ass. With my hole breached, Sage begins her push further in while she continues to film and talk. "Oh yeah slut, this is what you want. You want me to fill your puppy ass full with cock like a true slut. Isn't that right?" "Whuuuph." "You love it when I fuck your ass in your classroom don't you?" "Whuuuph." "I bet your other students would love to know that their English teacher likes to act as a puppy slut and get her ass stuffed by a thick black cock." Sage used her free hand to grip the rope tied around my waist and pull me in to meet her hard, deep thrusts. She was forcing her way deeper into my ass, and seemed to be more into the humiliation of the process than usual. Her talk and actions all indicated that she was getting off on my degradation, and this caused me to become more excited as well knowing that I was pleasing my Mistress. "While everyone is eating lunch, here you are on your hands and knees just taking a thorough ass fucking right next to your door. The hallway is just beyond, and anyone could be out their unknowingly passing by as you are getting reamed. Does the thought of it excite you slut?" "Ungggh, whuuuuuph." "Should we open the door a bit and see if anyone is out there?" My eyes widen at the question, and I didn't know how to answer. Opening the door meant if there was anyone in the hall, I would possibly be seen by them and I didn't want that. However, I didn't want to displease Sage and say no, so I remained quiet. "Come on slut, I need an answer. Aren't you curious if anyone is out in the hall," Sage questioned while she continued her anal onslaught. This time I answered honestly, "Whuph." "Will then slut we should probably have a look then don't you think slut?" Again me reply was honest, though a bit scared, "W..w..wh..whuuph." "I think so too slut. Does the idea of opening your door and looking scare you?" "Whuuph." Sage pushed herself all the way into me and held it there as she spoke softly to me. "It is okay slut; no need to worry. You only have to take a peak, and I am sure no one is about. Go ahead and reach to grab your door knob." Instinctively I did as I was told, but my arm moved slowly and trembled as it reached up. With my hand firmly on the knob, Sage continued to slowly coax me through the rest. "Good slut, now twist the knob slowly." As steady as I could, I began to turn the door knob. "That's it slut, just a bit more. Now pull the door open some, just a bit." My body began to tremble as I cracked the door open slightly. "Okay, a little further slut. You need to be able to see into the hall." I felt a little weakened from my nerves as I slowly cracked the door open a bit more. My eyes were wide as I focused on the hallway; doing my best to scan for movement. The door was now open just about a half an inch, and I could only see a portion of the hall. From my limited field of vision, it looked empty. "How's does it look slut? Is there anyone about?" "Whuuph, whuph." "Well why don't you open the door a bit more to have a better look; just to make sure." As she said this, Sage pulled out a bit, before stuffing herself back into me. I gingerly cracked the door another half inch or so. Still the hallway looked empty, and I didn't hear anything out there as well. Sage then resumed stroking her fake cock in and out of me, all while she continued to instruct me further. "Go on teacher puppy slut, there is no one out there, you can open it further." The sensation of her large shaft sliding in and out of my ass gave me the courage I needed to pull the door open some more; now nearly two inches, pulling my attached leash some with it. At this, Sage's pace quickened some and she further urged me on. "More slut. Open it wide enough you can stick your head out." My body shook with nerves and pleasure over the order. I obediently did as I was instructed and open the door even further. Still there was no one in sight, so I leaned forward and put my head through the opening. The leash pulled some as I did, and Sage's thrust became even more forceful. "Oh god slut, look what a risky little puppy whore you are. Are you nervous?" As quiet as I could I replied, "Whuuph." "Are you excited?" "Whuph." "Good, now shut the door. I want to watch you suck this cock like a good puppy slut." As I pulled my head back inside, and shut the door, I felt the void in my ass as Sage pulled herself from its tightness. "Sit slut." Immediately I got into position and awaited Sage to present me with her rubber shaft. She walked the short distance to stand in front of me and held out her free hand in front of me. "Drop." Figuring she meant the bone in my mouth, I opened my jaws and let it fall into her grasp. She took it and placed it atop one of the desks nearby before leaning in and pressing the fake cock to my lips. "Show what a good little cock sucking puppy you can be slut. Clean your ass off my cock." I eagerly took to my task, and began to bob up and down on the slimy rod. Throughout our time together, I have grown accustomed to using my mouth to clean off something that just came from my own ass. Careful preparation on my part usually kept things relatively clean, and sanitary. It certainly was always a unique sensation however. The feeling of warmth on the item from being inside me, and always some amount off slickness usually from the lube used made it seem so dirty anyways. This time was no different, and I just went about my business, trying my best to please my Mistress. After about a couple of minutes, Sage stopped me, and grabbed my leash from the door handle. She led the way back to my desk, and again had me sit. I watched as she began to remove the harness and heels, and then re-dress. She put the heels and harness back into her bag once dressed, but she left the dildo out. Walking over to me she took ahold of the leash again and pulled it snug to make sure I was looking at her, and to also show her ownership of me. "I'm going to get going slut, you may get dressed once I leave. You are to leave the rope on though. You can hide the dildo in your desk drawer with the leash, but leave the collar and bone on your desk this time. I will be back after school, and expect you to be waiting like you did during lunch. Do you understand slut?" "Whoof." Sage gave me another pat on the head and a "good puppy," then she turned a left just like in the morning. Also, just like in the morning, I stood and got dressed. This time though I had to leave my collar and bone out on my desk rather than hide them in the drawer, so I did my best to place them in a spot least conspicuously. With five minutes left for lunch, I sat down and attempted to do some grading, but ended up just sitting and replaying lunch in my head. The bell rang and woke me from my daze. I quickly took a look around to make sure everything was in order, before I stood and walked to my door to greet my next class. The afternoon, passed similarly as the morning had just now the rope was beginning to rub me a bit raw, and I had to make a concerted effort not to make my distress and pleasure noticeable to the class. None of my students seemed to notice either the collar or the rubber bone on my desk, or at least no one asked about them. Those items weren't far from my mind however; as I walked the room helping students I would occasionally look back to my desk to look at them. Knowing that they were there, only added to my arousal and worry. Even though I was an emotional mess, I managed to make it through my remaining classes, and just like I had during lunch I got ready and waited for Sage to arrive. She didn't say anything about the dildo, so rather than bring it with me; I took it out of the desk and set it on the desktop. Falling back into my role as a puppy slut was almost natural; as if I had been doing it all my life. I was waiting on my hands and knees by my door, and could feel my pussy gush with excitement in anticipation of Sage coming to play with me. Five minutes pass, and then ten, and then thirty minutes without Sage showing up. I was getting anxious and nervous, but knew better than to move. I would wait as long as it took for Sage to arrive; all night if I had to. Eventually, after another five minutes, Sage did finally show up. Just like she had during lunch, she made no indication to greet me, but rather walked past me to my desk. She once again stripped down and folded her clothes atop my desk, before pulling out her heels and putting them on. Also from her bag, she pulled out another dildo. This one was smaller in length and girth, which surprised me, and had an unusual latex loop at the base of it. Holding the dildo by the loop, she walked over to me, unhooked my leash from the door, and spoke. "Good afternoon slut, did you miss me?" "Whuuph." "That's nice, because I missed my little puppy slut too. However, I realized that I have been giving you far more pleasure than you deserve, and believe that you should instead be giving me pleasure. So to remedy that, you are going to wear this on your face, and I am going to ride it until I get my fill of pleasure. Do you like the sound of the slut?" "Whuph." Sage smiled and then held out her hand to have me drop the bone into it. She then proceeded to pull the latex ring over my head so to secure the dildo to my face directly over my mouth. It was a rather snug fit, and I would have to breathe out of my nose while she used it. Once she felt the dildo was in the best position, she ordered me to roll over. I immediately complied, flipping to my back, and holding my arms and legs straight out in the air. "You can put your legs and arms down slut. It will make mounting you easier." As I let my limbs down, I watched as Sage began to position herself over the top of me. From a standing position she began to squat down towards my face. Her body faced towards my feet, so the closer she came to my face the better view of her delicate, perky ass I got. She used one of her hands to hold the dildo steady, as it slowly began to part her tight, pink lips. I could see that they were moist, and was eager to watch them swallow the phallus jutting out from my face. Sage sank slowly all the way down to the base; resting herself on my face with her asshole pressed into my nose. With my air supply momentarily cut off, she ground herself on me for a moment before pulling herself back up. Her moments were slow and methodical as she accustomed herself with the process of riding the tool. Eventually she seemed to find a good rhythm, and began to get into it more. With each slide up and down of the cock, it became more and more coated with the glistening of her juices. My eyes stayed wide open, as I watched my mistress pleasure herself on my face. At times, Sage would bounce up and down quickly causing my head to jerk about some from the force. Other times, she would slowly bottom out and just grind herself onto the cock, and my head into the hard floor. I could tell that she was getting more and more into it, as her arousal began to drip down the fake dick and coat my face and chin. While Sage rode me, she made no attempt to pleasure me, or even touch me for that matter. Occasionally she would grab the rope running through my crotch and tug at it, or use it as leverage to grind into me harder, but nothing that would indicate she was looking to please me. I was simply there as a device for Sage to use, and nothing else. After about five minutes into the session, Sage had her first orgasm, and she gushed with pleasure all over my face. This however, did not stop her as once she recovered a bit she began to ride the dildo some more. My head was starting to get sore from the force of her fucking, but I did not want to make any indication to Sage that I couldn't continue my duty. I just continued to lay there and take it. With her first orgasm passed, Sage began grind more into my face rather than bounce up and down. There where long moments of time in which I couldn't breathe but for a little bit, and Sage's ass took up my entire field off vision. These were moments that I enjoyed the most as I loved being that close to Sage no matter the circumstance. She continued her onslaught through too another orgasm before she finally dismounted. Taking a few moments to gather herself, she then stood and walked back over to my desk. I remained on my back and waited until she gave me further instructions. Moments later, Sage return standing above me re-dressed. "You behaved will puppy slut. So well in fact that I will allow you to remove the rope, and drive home clothed today. For the remainder of the week you will be my puppy slut, so meet me tomorrow at the same time and in the same manner. You are not to pleasure yourself, or wear clothes inside your house. Is this clear slut?" "Whoof." "Good, I'll leave you to get cleaned up and dressed, and will see you tomorrow morning. Have a good night puppy slut." Another pat on the head, and Sage was gone. I then got up and began to get myself together. Taking the dildo off my face I set it down on my desk next to the other one. I then focused on removing the dreaded rope that had been such a distraction all day. Once it was off I felt such a relief, but also noticed the redness it created from rubbing me all day. I decided to leave my collar on, but detached the leash before slipping the sundress back over my head. I grabbed the bone and stashed it along with the leash into a reusable bag I had in my desk to carry home with me. The two dildos and rope I hid in my desk drawers, before logging out of my computer to get ready to go home. Satisfied that everything was in order I grabbed the bag containing the leash and rubber bone and proceeded to leave the building. The rest of the evening was boring, but I my mind kept drifting to being Sage's puppy slut for the rest of the week. I was eager to please my Mistress, and wanted to be as obedient as possible for her. I wanted to be her loyal pet; to show her I would behave and do as she wished. An hour before I went to bed, I got a text message from Sage. "Don't forget to blog. Check your email for images to use from today." Immediately, I ran to my computer, and loaded up my email. Sage's message was waiting with an attachment and I was soon lost in the world of a submissive blogger. I spent the next hour drafting up a perfect entry for the blog before going to bed and dreaming of my next adventures as Sage's puppy slut. To be continued... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 19 The remainder of the week went about the same as the first day had; except Sage never had me wear the crotch rope again. She would lead me into school by my leash, and either play fetch with me or make me lick her before school. Lunch times, and after school were left for more intense interactions, in which Sage would fuck me with the strap-on, make me deep throat her fake cock, or make me hump something in the room like a dog in heat. There were times she would have me open my door as I had on the first day, but it wasn't a daily occurrence. However, she always referred to me as puppy slut in some manner, and I was always in my collar and leash barking my responses back to her. Acting like an animal was both humiliating and liberating; the freedom of letting me be ordered and control like a pet was invigorating. After midweek, she no longer allowed me to drive home clothed, and with each passing day my attire became more and more risqué. The hem lengths of the skirts and dresses Sage provided me consistently inched their way shorter and shorter, until Friday's, tight fitting white tank dress, hung to just two inches below my ass; it was completely inappropriate for a student, let alone a teacher. Thankfully, because it was the last day before winter break, I had planned to show a video, and was able to remain hidden behind my desk during class. During Sage's class though, things became a bit more interesting. Twenty minutes into the class, I received a text message from Sage. "Get up and go stand at the back of the classroom slut. Bring your phone with you." I was giddy with the order, and immediately stood to begin walking to the back of the room. When I did a few students look at me, but then went back to watching the video. Most of the students were either attentively watching the video, or were sleeping at their desk, so at the back of the room all I saw was the back of their heads. After a minute of standing at the back of the room, I received another text from Sage. "Let's see if you still want no limits slut; slip the shoulder straps of your dress off your arms." My body warmed at the order, and my hands trembled as they reached up and began to follow my Mistress' command. I slid the straps off my shoulders, and pulled my arms through so that the dress was now only being held up by the tightness around my chest. I was basically now in a tube dress. As I completed my task, I made sure to keep my eyes scanning the room, and on Sage. I wanted to see if she would look back to check if I completed her order. However, she did not turn, and I instead received another text. "Okay my little teacher slut, pull the dress all the way down until it is at your ankles." My heart rate quickened upon reading Sage's new order. She wanted me to strip out of my dress, in class, while still filled with students. Sage certainly was seeing if I wanted no limits, and for the first time in a long while was beginning to second guess my commitment. I could feel my entire body begin to quiver as I thought about my task. My breath became rapid, and my chest was pounding. The idea of getting naked in my room while my students were still present was not something I had ever thought about before, but he I was thinking about it and I was having some very interesting reactions occur just from the thought. Though I was nervous and scared, I was at the same time extremely aroused and excited. I could feel the wetness of my sex drip out and coat my thighs. Without even realizing it, my hands began to move up and begin to pull down on the dress. Slowly, it slid down over my chest exposing my tits. Further and further, revealing my stomach and hips. I didn't stop as I reached my pubic region and continued to pull the dress down over my ass and thighs. I bent down some to continue to push the fabric past my knees and shins, rather than just letting it drop into place. When the bunched up dress reached my ankles, I let go and stood back up. My eyes were frantically wide open, and my heart was racing. I was standing naked in a classroom full of my unsuspecting students, and all I wanted to do was touch myself. The buzz of phone receiving a new message from Sage startled me, but I soon focused enough to read the next set of instructions. "Very good slut. Go ahead and pull your dress back on and return to your desk. You have pleased me very much with your obedience." I was thankful that Sage didn't push me any further at that moment, but I did wonder if she had anything else planned for me before lunch. I pulled my dress back on in one quick motion, re-fitted the straps over my shoulders, and made a few tiny adjustments before walking back to my desk at the front of the room. At my desk, I was a ball of excitement after such a thrilling and daring task. A few times I found myself bouncing in my chair like a giddy school girl as I replayed the brief, but terrifying exposure. I had to turn my attention to my computer in an attempt to keep myself from getting too revved up about it. I didn't receive any further text messages from Sage as the period continued. My curiosity grew, as I wondered exactly what would come next. The buzz that was caused from stripping earlier had died down, and soon the video had ended, leaving about five minutes left in class. I sat quietly while I watched my students begin to pack up to get ready to leave for lunch. Eventually the bell rang dismissing the students, and I became disappointed when I saw Sage stand up and begin to leave. However, my disappointment was relieved when I saw her turn around and acted as if she forgot something. The rest of the students filed out, as she made her way to my desk. There were still students waiting to exit the door, when she walked up to my desk and spoke. "Give me your dress slut." I was stunned how forward and daring she was, considering there were still students somewhat present, but realized I was being silly considering what I had been ordered to do earlier. My hands reached up to my shoulder straps and began to slide them off as I watch the last of my students leave. Just as I had earlier, I slid the dress down my body to my ankles before stepping out of it and handing it over to Sage. She grabbed it from me, and stuffed it into her bag. "I'll be back later slut." That was all she said before turning and leaving me naked and alone in my classroom. Thankfully she shut the door on her way out, but I was still disappointed that she wasn't going to be playing with me during the break. Having become accustomed to being naked in my classroom, I choose to focus on getting some administrative stuff completed in preparation for the break in school. I figured Sage would be back before lunch was over to give me back my dress. My thinking was correct; partially. Sage did come back about halfway into lunch, but she did not have my dress with her. All she had with her for me to wear was a tan raincoat. "Stand up slut." I complied quickly. "I threw your dress out slut, as I don't feel you need it anymore today. I put in for a substitute for the remainder of your classes today so I can have you perform one more final task before we leave for our trip. Take this coat, and go to the Fox Ridge park and trails just outside of town. You will leave now, and text me once you get there for further instructions. Is this clear slut?" "Yes Mistress." "Good, now get dressed and leave before the sub gets here." Sage handed me the coat, and I slipped on my nude form. As I did Sage walked away and towards the door. I waited a bit after she left before I followed suit and exited my classroom. With the school at lunch the halls were empty, and I was able to make it to my car without bumping into anyone. Once inside my car, I began to wonder what exactly my task would be once I arrived at the trails. As I drove my thoughts raced of all the possibilities, and in a way made the drive go by quickly as I arrived to my destination before I knew it. Parking my car in the vacant lot, I pulled my phone out and texted Sage. She responded back rather quickly. "Go out and look at the trail map. Taped to the bottom post is a set of instructions as to what you are to do next. Have fun slut." Reading the message, I got out of my car and made my way over to the display that held the trail map. As Sage had indicated there was indeed a set of instructions for me taped to it. After retrieving them, I read what I was to do. "Follow the blue trail indicated on the map. It is an out and back and at the end you will text me before turning back to return to the parking lot." As Sage's instructions go, this was rather tame, and I began to get the sense that there was going to be more to it once I reached the end of the trail. I looked to the map, and saw that the blue trail was listed as about a three mile walk total, so I had to about a half a mile stroll through the trees and hillside ahead of me. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, except I was wearing a pair of heels that didn't really lend themselves to walking through the wilderness. However, I wasn't going to let a pair of heels keep me from accomplishing a task set for me by my mistress. The walk took me about thirty minutes, and I was pretty sweaty by the time I reached the end. Thankfully, I was the only one on the trail, as the coat tended to flap open with my movements and the breeze. At my destination I texted Sage, and as her normal behavior the response came back quickly. "Okay slut, are you still willing to have no limits to prove your service to me?" My response was a no brainer, "Yes mistress." "Very well, there is a bench located just at the end of the trail, and underneath it is a metal box. Let me know when you find it." I located the box easily and set back my reply indicating so to Sage. "As you can see it is a box is secured to the bench by a lock and chain. It is currently open, and inside you will find an unlocked combination lock. You are to remove your coat, and then put it inside the box along with your car keys. Next you will use the combination lock to secure the box shut and locking it. Doing so will effectively leave you stranded naked and without a way to get back into your car. You are to do this now and text me back when you have locked the box. A picture message showing yourself naked and holding the locked box will suffice as your reply." Honestly, the idea of being left stranded and naked out in the wild was somewhat of an exhilarating thought, and considering all the other tasks I have completed for Sage this one seemed just as manageable. So, without much thought about it, I took the coat of and tossed it and my keys into the box. The lock was put into place, and I spun the combination dial to truly make sure it was locked. I then made quick work of taking the cell phone picture of myself naked and the locked box to send to my mistress as proof of my completion. Adrenaline raged through my body as I awaited her response. "Excellent slut; your obedience is greatly appreciated. Now, I am not going to have you walk home naked, though that would be a devilish task. Instead, you will be doing a bit of scavenging to get your keys and coat back. Inside your car's glove box is the key to the lock securing the box to the chain, but your keys are in the box so this doesn't help. However, I have left you a spare key on the trails. Unfortunately, it is at the end of the red trail taped to the bottom of the bench. This means you will have to hike back to the parking lot, and then hike the red trail to retrieve your spare car key. You will then need to hike back to your car, retrieve the key to the lock, and hike back to the box at the end of the blue trail. At that point you will be able unlock the box from the chain, but your coat and car keys will still be locked inside. I will let you know how to open the box, only once you return again to your car with the box. Hopefully you are able to follow these directions well enough as I will be expecting another picture of you naked with the box in front of your car as proof you have completed this portion of the task. Enjoy your hike, and time in the forest slut." Upon reading the text of instructions, I was immediately thinking about all the hiking I would be doing in my heels. It would be a mile and a half back to the parking lot, and from what I remember seeing on the trail map, the red trail was a 4 mile out and back trail. Plus, I would then have to walk the 3 miles of the blue trail again just to get back to my car. It was going to take me a couple of hours to complete, and I would surely be sore by the end. Also, I would be naked, so I would have to hope no one came along to walk the trails while I was making my trek. It being the winter months, I didn't really think many people would be looking to walk in the cold. That then triggered my own awareness of just how chilly it was. I had been running on a bit of adrenaline, and hadn't noticed the chill in the air. Realizing I couldn't stand around any longer, I set off towards the trail entrance. I hoped the excretion of the hikes would keep me relatively warm. As I walked, I thought about how absolutely brilliant Sage could be when it came to my submission. This was a meticulously laid out task, and had to be planned well ahead of time. Having this realization, I understood just how much Sage cared for me, and thought about me. She was not just winging it when it came to test my submission; she was being thoughtful and calculated. A sense of pride, and a desire to make my mistress happy washed over me and I was soon back at the lot. I could see my car parked, still alone, in the lot, but could not take refuge in it. I could only redirect my heading and begin walking the red trail. The red trail was noticeably less steep than the blue trail, but had less tree coverage. This would mean less possible hiding spots if someone did indeed show up to hike. However, knowing I was the only one out on the trails allowed me to walk the first out portion of the trail freely and confidently. I reached the end in about 40 minutes, and I could start to feel the ache in my feet from the heels. Going to the bench, I sat first to give myself a bit of a breather. I only took a minute or two before squatting down and looking for the spare key to my car taped to the underside. It was easy to locate as it was the only thing under there. Retrieving it, I was even more impressed with the detailed thought Sage put into this adventure. While the key I found was a spare key to my car, I would only be able to unlock the car with it, as it didn't have the actual swab with it that allows me to start my keyless ignition vehicle. She didn't want me getting cold feet half way through, a not going back to the box once I returned to my car. I just smirked and began to head back down the trail. As I walked back towards the parking lot I was feeling be good. I was naked and confident that I was making my mistress happy, and was enjoying myself at the same time. However, that vanished when down the trail ahead of me, I could hear voices. I quickly looked around to look for suitable hiding spots. Just to the left of the trail was a collection of bushes that look to be adequate enough to hide behind. Without a moment to lose, I dashed over to the cover as the voices grew louder and clearer. From the vantage point of the bushes I could see the trail pretty well, and could only hope the unknown hikers would not be able to see me. I watched as the couple came closer. It was an older man and woman out for a gingerly stroll, and they were chatting as they went. Thankfully I think their conversation was helpful in the sense that it distracted them, and they walked past without noticing my naked form tucked behind the sparse bush line. I allowed them to walk off further up the trail before I popped back out to continue my journey. After nearly being caught out as I was, I decided it might be best if I move a little faster to try and get this completed sooner. However my heel and feet did not agree and I had to stay at a moderate to slow pace to keep from really injuring myself. Eventually though I did make it back to the car park, and I saw that there was just one other car now; the one belonging to the couple that nearly caught me. I hurried over to my car, and opened the passenger side door to access the glove box. Just as Sage said, there was a single key with in. Once I had the key from the glove box, I headed directly back to the blue trail, and set off to complete the next stage. It took another thirty minutes to reach the end, and by then I could feel the heat of exertion radiating off of me. I quickly went to the bench and began to unlock the box from the chain. The key worked, and I had the box, but I was still a long ways from being finished. With box still being locked, I would have to remain nude until Sage provided me with the combination. To receive the combo, I had to go back to my car and take another picture with the box to send to her. Not wanting to risk the chance of anyone else showing up, I began my trek back down. My ankles and feet were extremely sore by the time I returned to the lot, which still only held my car and one other. I instantly posed for the picture and sent it off to Sage; I decided to await her response in my car to rest my feet, and hide my exposure some. Within moments, her reply came across my phone. "You made pretty good time slut. I'm impressed. As for the combo to the box, I wrote it on back side of the bench at the end of the red trail. So I guess your hiking adventure isn't quite over yet. Have fun slut, and I will see you back at your place once you are done; I'm packing you a bag for our trip." I should have realized something like that would occur. Sage really knows how to keep me on my toes. Exiting my car, I headed towards the trailhead for the red trail once again. However, upon reaching it, I realized the couple I saw on the trail earlier had to still be on it, as there car was still in the lot. With this realization, I was going to have to be very careful when making my way back up the trail if I did not want to be seen. Rather slowly I made my way up the trail. Every noise made me freeze, as I thought it was the couple coming back down. However, I was able to make it all the way to the end without issue. At the end, I could see that the couple was sitting down on the bench, enjoying the nature around them and having some snacks. There was no way for me to get to the combo until they left, so I would have to wait it out. I decided to go back down the trail a bit to find a good hiding spot to wait them out in. About hundred or so feet back down the trail there was a good patch of thick bushes and trees that would provide adequate coverage and a decent vantage point to watch from. As I got myself into position, I began to feel the chill of the evening air on my skin. I had been out here for quite a while, and the temperature was starting to drop with the sun. I however took this as a good sign, as I believed the couple would be heading back down soon so they would not have to hike in the dark. Thankfully, after about a half hour of waiting, I saw the couple coming down towards me. I stayed in hiding until they passed and where quite a ways further down. Confident they were far enough away; I scrambled out of the bushes and made my way back to the end of the trail. Reaching the bench I scanned it to locate the combination, and soon found it written in marker on the back edge board. Adjusting the dial to the correct numbers, I had the box unlocked and opened. I immediately pulled out the coat and slipped it on over my chilled form. Grabbing my car keys I slid them into one of the pockets, with my phone. Cynthia's Submission Ch. 19 I figured I should keep the box with me, so I carried it as I made the return trip to my car. Considering the couple was in front of me on the trail, I took my time going back, as I would have a hard time explaining how I got on the trail without them noticing. Eventually, I did make it to the end, and taking a precautionary look to make sure their car was gone, I got back into mine. By that time the sun was just about to set, and my lower body was burning with fatigue. This was however forgotten, as I remembered Sage would be waiting for me at my house. I took all my reserve to keep from peeling out of the lot. To be continued... Cynthia's Submission Ch. 20 Thank you for reading my stories, and I am sorry if the wait between chapters is longer than you would like. I am doing my best, and promise to keep writing them as long as the response to them is positive. As always, rating and commenting on the stories are greatly appreciated, and if you would like to make suggestions as to possible scenarios you like to see my characters attempt, please fire them at me. ***** I got back home, and upon pulling into the driveway, I pulled off the coat. My nude form would show Sage my eagerness to continue submitting to her. Sage was inside my bedroom, and to my surprise was also nude. She was laying on her on my bed with her legs open. and as I entered she smiled before speaking. "There you are my slut, come over her and show me how much you love performing my tasks." There was no sign of hesitation in my body as I quickly made my way over to her and positioned myself on the bed between her legs. My head dipped down, and I eagerly began to lap up her lovely sex. Unlike a lot of our past experiences, this was more loving and passionate. Sage was allowing me to show my devotion to her, and at the same time allowing herself to let her guard down some to enjoy the moment. There were no roles, other than licker and lickee, we were simply experience moment of sexual energy together. I spent a long time between her legs, and was able to give her a countless number of orgasms before she finally became too weak to take it anymore and had me crawl up beside her. She kissed me lovingly, and thanked me for all the pleasure I provided to her. Nothing else was said, as we both then drifted off to sleep brought on from an exhaustive evening. We both awoke the next morning early, and feeling bubbly. Sage, had me update my blog detailing the adventure I had the night before, and of course including some pictures as well. She was very caring and sweet to me, even packing my bag for our trip. I was happy that she was happy with me, and in fact I was pleasantly surprised when our trip turned out to be less about being Mistress and submissive, and more about compassion. Of course there were times when she put me into awkward and uncomfortable positions during our trip, but those were overshadow be the others moments when she was taking care of my needs, and making me feel special. Unfortunately, that trip ended quicker than I wanted, and we were soon back to our regular routine of Mistress and submissive. Upon returning to town, Sage made it very clear, that I wanted to enjoy another trip like that, I would need to earn it by showing her my complete obedience to her. She gave me the second week of the winter break off to allow me to think about my role in her life, as well as make me desire to serve her more. For the entire week she did not make contact, and I was a ball of excitement and energy for her the whole time. The Sunday before school was to begin once again, she finally called me; it was two thirty in the morning. "Hello slut, did I wake you up?" "Hello Mistress. Yes you woke me up, but it is okay. I am eager to serve you." "That's good to hear slut, and serve me you will. In fact you will be starting now. I want you to put on one of your sluttiest dresses with heels, and then drive over to park by your house. I'll meet you there in twenty minutes." "Yes Mistress." I hurried myself to wash up, and get ready as I was so eager to see and serve Sage once again. The dress I chose was one in which Sage actually had me buy while we were on our getaway. It was a black mesh dress. The entire garment was a sheer mesh, except for two square panels that covered my breasts, and a rectangular panel that wrapped around the right side of my hip to cover my pussy and ass; the left hip was left exposed. In a dress like this one, I would not be able to wear underwear, and I would certainly look very slutty. Pairing it with a pair of black patent leather heels, I was soon out the door and on my way to the park. I arrived just ten minutes after Sage called, and waited in my car until she showed up. As I sat parked, I thought about what I was doing. I was out in public dressed like a streetwalker at two forty five on a morning before I was to be teaching a few hours later. The only reason I was there like I was, was at the request of my mistress who also happened to be one of my students. The thought made me shake my head in a bit of bewilderment, but also smile at the idea that I would soon be serving my mistress. At that exact moment, the cab of my car illuminated from the headlights of Sage's car as she arrived and parked next to me. We both got out and met in front of our cars. Sage was dressed a typical T-shirt and jeans look for a high school student. "I knew you would look good in that dress slut, and it is the perfect dress for what we will be doing. You see, I have a surprise for you, and thought it would be to present it to you in public. Whatever happens, you are to along with it as if it was your own idea. Go ahead and walk us over to the picnic area so you can find out the surprise." At Sage's directive, I led the way to the small picnic area in the park. It was located just off of the parking lot, and didn't take very long to get to at all. I hadn't noticed any other cars in the parking lot, so I wasn't expecting to see anyone else, but as we reached the picnic area I saw that a man was sitting at one of the tables. His back was away from us so I wasn't able to tell if he knew we were there or not. I looked to Sage for reassurance, but she simply nodded for me to continue walking. As we drew closer to the tables, and the man, he turned to face us. The moment I saw his face I recognized him. It was Gerald, the man who used me like a cheap slut in my own home, and left me tied up afterwards. Sage had set up that meeting as me, to allow him to use me and humiliate me. I was beginning to understand what Sage's surprise was going to be. He had a devilish grin on his face as we approached, and then began to speak. "It's lovely to see you again Cynthia. I'm glad that we were able to set this up. So this is your friend you brought to film everything? It's a shame she won't be partaking in the fun, but then again there is plenty to enjoy with just you Cynthia. I was a little surprised that you wanted to meet up tonight. Isn't it a school night?" I replied, "yes, is that a problem for you?" "Not at all. In fact I kind of enjoy knowing I will be corrupting a teacher just prior to her having to teach the youth of this country. That's enough chit chat, get your slutty ass over here and remind me how much your mouth resembles a cunt." He began unfastening his pants as I instinctively followed his command and walked over to stand in front of him. Reaching him, I dropped to my knees and was presented with his throbbing slab being plopped down onto my face with a noticeable thud. It was almost a repeat of the previous meeting I had with him in which he began slapping his cock into my face while verbally belittling me. "Look at you slut...thud...at the drop of...thud... a hat you are on...thud...your knees for dick. Open up now, and show how badly you want your face fucked." I opened my mouth wide, not only because he said to, but to also show Sage how well I could behave. Gerald proceeded to slide his raging cock into my mouth, and quickly began to fuck my face with earnest. I could see Sage out of the corner of my eye as she moved to film the whole debacle. Soon his shaft was battering its way into my throat, and I was beginning to cough and gag at his assault. "I have plenty of time with you now slut. Not like last time where I had to leave right away. If you thought it was rough then, you have another thing coming." Gerald then forced his stiff rod deep into my throat, and held it there. It again was a repeat of our last meeting in which he made me nearly pass out on his cock. His hands gripped and pulled the back of my head, holding me in place as his thick shaft cut off my air supply. My nose was pushed firmly into his pubic patch, and my eyes bugged out as they watered from my straining to breathe. He did nothing but held me tight and smiled. Sage also did and said nothing, as she continued to capture the scene on camera; even coming in for a close up look. As my world began to blacken, and I neared the point in which I would pass out, Gerald let go off my head and gave me a forceful push to dislodge his member. I was caught off guard by the unexpected shove, and fell backwards onto my butt as I gasped to regain my breath. Gerald laughed at my misfortune, and then spoke. "What a silly little slut you are. Can't even handle a good throat fucking. I guess I will have to see how well you can take to an actual fucking. Go bend over that table slut." I staggered to my feet and moved to the table he pointed at. The way he spoke to me was so disgraceful, but I couldn't help but notice that I was turned on by his treatment of me. I actually enjoyed being treated like a worthless slut. It was quite a revelation, as I knew I enjoyed the treatment when it came from Sage, but I wouldn't have thought the same would be the case if it came from a near stranger. I took my place bent over the table, and pondered the realization as Gerald sauntered up behind me. He gave me no warning, except for pulling up the hem of dress over my ass, before thrusting himself into my nearly embarrassingly wet pussy. I let out a long drawn out moan as he bottomed out in one forceful stroke. He held himself deep inside of me, and leaned over to speak gruffly into my ear. "I am going to fuck you like the dirty slag you are. It will be rough and unrelenting. I will not care if you are getting any pleasure from it, as I am only going to focus on brutally stuffing your holes. But before I do, I want to hear you beg me to do it. Beg me to fuck you senseless." I thought about his command momentarily, and thought about how he described what he was going to do. It sounded so demeaning and degrading, but also so erotically freeing. The idea that I would allow this man to just use me a vessel to fuck and use was dirty, but arousing. "Please sir, fuck me like a dirty slut. Show me how worthless I am, by fucking me brutally. I have no right to receive pleasure from you, and am only here to allow use to my fuckholes." "Very well said slut." He then pulled back before slamming himself back into me hard. His thrusts started out as long and forceful, as if he was trying to push me through the table. I felt the pain of the table edge on my thighs, and the slamming bashing of his pelvis into my rear end. He was relentless though, and kept a steady rhythm. Each thrust caused a guttural groan to escape my lips. His fingers dug into my hips as he gripped me harder each time his rod slammed its way into my battered hole. The ache of a good hard fucking was giving way to the pain a brutal fucking, but I never tried to stop him and continued groaning and moaning my appreciation. Suddenly, he ripped his cock out of my sore pussy entirely, and began to press it into my asshole. He had not taken any time to prepare me, so the only lubrication that was present was my own wetness left on his cock. He didn't seem to mind as he forced his way past my tight hole, and proceeded to return to the brutal pounding he had just previously been dulling out to my cunt. Without the help of lubrication, the fucking was nearly more than I could handle. Each thrust now elicited a desperate cry of agony. He either didn't notice or didn't care, because he continued his battering ram approach without caution. I though still did not plead for him to stop, or make any attempt to pull away; I just took the punishing fucking as a proper worthless slut should. Eventually, I think his stamina wore down because he began to slow his pace and soon removed his tool completely from my abused ass. I was granted reprieve for only a moment, before he grabbed my neck and violently spun me around. My mouth flew open from the suddenness of it, and it only allowed him to slam his cock into my mouth once I was on my knees again. He then began to fuck my face again while throwing out vulgar and demeaning comments. "Nothing but a three hole fuck toy. Taste your ass on my cock you stupid whore, and love every second of it. This is what a slut like you deserves, and exactly how she should be treated. You are nothing, and only hold value when you are taking cock. The soreness from this fucking will be a constant reminder of what you really are slut. Now take my load on your dumb worthless face cunt." He pulled his fleshy pole from my face, and proceeded to jerk out his eruption of cum onto me. It splattered all over me, and coated me with a thick layer of sperm. The warm viscous fluid weighed heavy on my skin, and I'm sure I looked like a proper tramp. With his loaded sufficiently emptied, he then took to slapping his slowly deflating cock back into my now slimy face. Each slap was a wet smack and thud that caused Gerald to chuckle a little. I simply stared up at him through the blur of the facial I had received and allowed him to get his jollies off. He eventually tired of the silly cock slapping, and stood in front of me with his cock hanging limply just above my face. He said nothing as he caught his breath, but soon I noticed hand move to take ahold of his deflated dick once again. I thought he might begin to slap me once again, and prepared myself for the humiliating assault. However, I received an entirely different form of humiliation as a stream of liquid began to flow from the opening at the head of his cock. The heavy stream cascaded down onto my cum covered face, and I instantly knew that he was now pissing on me. This was the cherry on top of my degrading night; being used as a toilet. As his urine flowed over me, he still remained silent the only change in his demeanor was when he would redirect the stream to splash onto different portions of my face. During the whole demeaning event, I realized I had not moved once. I had not tried to avoid it, or struggle to have him stop. I didn't speak or instruct him to not piss on me. I instead remained still like a statue, and accepted the humiliation of it. When his piss finally dribbled to a finish, he said nothing and decided to put his flaccid prick back into his pants. I remained stationary on my knees waiting for what he may have planned next. However, he didn't seem to pay me any mind as he buttoned up and turned to leave. He just walked away without saying another word, leaving me kneeling in a puddle of his urine, and face now streaked with cum. I was a bit dumbfounded by his exit, and didn't really know what to do next. Thankfully, Sage stepped forward and provided me with further instruction. "Well that seemed pretty hot. I hoped you enjoyed yourself slut, because you look pretty wrecked. I wasn't expecting him to leave so suddenly, but that's fine; you go ahead and head home like you are, and get yourself cleaned up. We will meet at our usual time for school, and you will be naked." It was an awkward situation, and I'm not quite sure, but I could sense that Sage may not have been really sure what to do after Gerald left so abruptly. I thanked Sage as I stood, and then walked to my car. My dress was still hiked up around my hips, though it was thoroughly saturated with Gerald's urine. There was a dull aching remainder in both my pussy and ass from the thoroughly punishing fucking I received as I drove home. Returning back to my house, I hurried inside and showered to remove the remnants of the night; to wash away the piss and sperm from my body, and attempt to wash away the general dirty feeling the experience gave me. I was almost in a zombie like state as I cleaned myself up and got ready to leave again to meet Sage at school. My mind was fogged with the confusion of what had just occurred, and how it ended. One moment I was being used and abused like a back alley hooker, and the next I am just left and told by my mistress to go home. It was certainly an uncharacteristic play by Sage, and I was curious as to how she would act when we would meet soon. It wasn't long until I did in fact have to leave for our meet up, but right before I was about to leave, naked as requested, she texted me. "Make sure to wear your highest heels slut." I had to return to my bedroom to change my shoes. The ones I was going to wear were only two inch high heels, but my highest were a six inch stiletto pair, that was black patent leather with a high ankle strap. They were the pair that Sage said really made me look like a sassy slut. With my new foot wear on, I went out to my car and drove to school. My naked car rides to school were no longer a big deal, and very much made me feel free. I arrived before Sage as usual, and exited my car to await her arrival by the teacher's entrance. She arrived moments later, and was dressed differently than she had been earlier. Sage was now wearing a grey maxi-dress that flowed around her legs as she walked. She only stopped momentarily to speak to me before leading us inside the vacant school. "Follow me slut." Doing as order, I eagerly walked behind her as she led us through the halls. I watched as her ass swayed beneath her dress as she walked in her somewhat hurried manner. It seemed as though she had an agenda and was determined to see it accomplished. The idea both excited, and scared me. As I knew that whatever she had in mind, I would be in some way apart of it. We eventually reached the student cafeteria and entered to head over to the simple elevated stage area in which the administration often spoke to the staff from at meetings. It was only a few steps higher than the main eating area, but was certainly front and center of the room. Once on the stage, Sage indicated I bend over and grab my ankles. I complied, and as I stood bent in have hands gripping my ankles, I peered through my legs Sage removing her dress. She was naked underneath except for a strap-on harness and a very large fake cock jutting out from it. It was strapped down to her thigh by a piece of leather, but once her dress was off, she also removed the strap. I watched as she now moved around the stage with her large rubber cock swaying in front as she did. From her book bag she pulled out a digital camcorder, and a mini tripod. Stepping down from the stage, Sage set the device up onto the tripod in front of me on the main floor to capture a side view of me as I stood bent over. When she seemed satisfied with the setup, she return to the stage and stepped up behind me. I felt the thick tip of the dildo tap into my exposed cunt. I slipped inside of my easily, and momentarily began to slide back and forth bringing me closer and closer to a climax. However, as soon as it had started, it was stopped and the lengthy intruder was pulled from my sex. I then felt the sensation of a wetness dripping onto the top of my butt crack, and the motion of Sage's fingers pushing the liquid towards my recently battered asshole. She massaged what I assumed was her own spit into my tender opening, and then presented it with her rubber member. Just as Gerald had earlier, Sage began to feed her cock to my less than prepared ass. The strain from stretching to accommodate her girth was an instant reminder that I had just been brutally fucked in the same hole only hours earlier. With only slight lubrication from her spit, and my own juices, Sage struggled to slowly push herself deeper inside of me. With some effort however, she managed to begin feeding my ass her length, and that was when she finally spoke to me. "That's it my little teacher slut, take my cock in you slutty ass. I know you love get a raw ass fucking; you showed me earlier just how much you enjoy getting your rear fuckhole stuffed with fat cock. He fucked you just like I am fucking you now. He stuffed his fat dick in your eager ass, and you just loved every second of it didn't you?" Cynthia's Submission Ch. 20 "Yes, I loved it when he fucked my ass Mistress, and I love that you are fucking my ass now. Please fuck my ass Mistress." "Of course I'm going to fuck your ass slut, because that is what a slut like you deserves; a good ass fucking to start her day. Lucky for you, you are getting two. I'm sure your ass will be sore all day from the attention it has received, but a dirty fuckslut like you doesn't care. All you care about is being a dirty fuckslut. I bet you loved it when he pissed all over your face this morning didn't you? " "Yes Mistress, I loved it because I wanted to show to you that I could do whatever he wanted and not balk at anything." "Is that so slut? So if he told you to open your mouth so he could piss in it, you would have allowed him too, and loved every moment of it?" "Oh yes Mistress, anything to show my passion for you. Show my obedience." "Would you have drunk his piss slut?" "Yes, I probably would have." "Do you wish he would have pissed in your mouth slut?" "If it meant you would have been happy, then yes." "Well that is quite the revelation slut. Why don't you tell me just exactly what you wanted your friend this morning to do?" "Oh Mistress, I wish he would have pissed in my mouth this morning, and I wish I could have drunk his piss to show you how much I live to serve you." "God you are just a dirty little slut." Sage then stopped fucking my ass with her massive dildo, pulled it out my battered hole, and proceeded to walk over to the camera. She turned it off and brought both the camera and tripod back to the stage where I was still bent over with a gaping asshole. From between my legs I watched as she put the pieces away, took the strapon off, and then dressed. Picking up her bag she walked off the stage towards the exit before turning her head slightly and ordering me to follow. We walked to my classroom, and Sage instructed me to go stand behind my desk as she set her bag atop of it. From her bag she pulled out the dildo that had been recently used to fuck my ass, and removed it from the strap on harness. I noticed that it had a suction cup base which Sage put to use almost immediately by securing it to my desk chair. "Suck that cock clean, while I set a few other things up as well." "Yes Mistress." I dropped down to my knees and took the rubber phallus into my mouth. It still had the warmth from my ass on it, but after a few moments it soon became coated with my saliva. Because of my position behind the desk, and task of sucking of the lengthy cock, I was unable to notice what else Sage was doing around my room. I could hear various sounds and moments, but nothing that indicated for sure what she was doing. After a while, she returned to me and ordered me to stop. "That's good for now slut, go ahead and sit on it. Make sure you get it all the way in your ass so that your butt is resting on the chair." I positioned myself in a squatting stance over the dildo, and lined up the bulbous tip with my tired out hole. Considering I had done a pretty good job of sucking the cock off, and I had just taking a good hard pounding from it earlier, the fake dick slid into my ass pretty smoothly. Without much resistance, I had the rubber snake buried inside of me, and was sitting stuffed full on my desk chair. Once I had succeeded at Sage's task, she reached into her bag and tossed me a piece of clothing. "Put this dress on. Do not get off of that dildo. You are to dress while you remain sitting." The dress was simply red jersey cotton that I easily pulled over my head and onto my body. Because I was sitting, the bottom portion of the dress just kind of pooled in my lap, as it was more form fitting than flared. "Perfect," declared Sage. "Now you are to remain just like that for the remainder of the morning that is of course, unless you want your students to know that you are sitting on a large dildo affixed to your chair. During lunch I will make some adjustments for the afternoon classes, but you have to wait until then. For now, why don't you just sit and relax, and I will see you in class." Sage grabbed her bag and left me sitting behind my desk. I was shocked, and sat in disbelief. She couldn't really expect me to keep the cock in my ass all morning while I taught class. Certainly she was just messing with me, but as the clock crept closer to the start of the school day, I began to realize that she indeed mean for me to remain ass stuffed in my chair. Thankfully, my desk gave me plenty of cover, and my chair had wheels so I would be able to move if absolutely necessary. However, the real test I knew would be the constant feeling of the thick cock embedded in my ass that would eventually become uncomfortable. It would be hours until lunch, and even then from the way it sounded Sage had no intention of me removing it. I would just have to persevere and power though, as I had no intention of failing Sage. Eventually, the bell rang and my students began to file into my room. I was probably noticeably shaking from my secret, but I did manage to get them started on an assignment that allowed me to remain seated behind my desk. I couldn't believe I was in front of a classroom full of students while a large dildo was secretly embedded into the depths of my ass. It was an unreal sensation. Occasionally a student would come up to my desk to ask me a question, and I would pull in as close to my desk as possible to make sure my lower half was hidden. Not once did any of the students make notice of my situation, but some did comment on my behavior and ask if I was feeling okay. I responded in a manner to limit suspicion, and squash their inquiries. By the end of the first period, I felt comfortable that my students would be none the wiser of my secret, but I also already began to feel the ache from the pressure of the anal intruder. I got through my next classes with just about the same amount ease as I had the first, and was interested to finding out what Sage's class would hold for me. The pain and ache of the dildo was certainly building, but I was also starting to grow accustomed to it and was able to push it out of my head at times. However, I knew that I would most likely not be able to do so once Sage's class started. She walked in just as the tardy bell rang, and took her seat without even looking over to me. I got her class started just as I had with the earlier ones, and soon the routine started again. About ten minutes into the class though, I received a text message from Sage. "How is that cock in your ass slut?" "It is very filling Mistress." "It's a shame that it just has to sit inside of you. Usually things in your ass tend to go in and out. Don't you think it would be better if that cock was going in and out?" "Oh yes Mistress, it would feel so much better." "Then go ahead and sit up real quick and then back down." Reading the message, I looked up at my students, and surveyed to see if anyone was looking at me. When I was satisfied that no one was looking, I slowly lifted myself up off my chair a few inches. My ass slid up the length of the dildo a few inches, but I soon retreated and sat back down; fully embedding it once again. My phone lit up with another message. "How did that feel slut?" "It felt good Mistress, but also strange and scary." "The best things often feel strange, and seem scary. Do it again, but go higher this time." Again I looked around the room before completing Sage's order. With the coast clear, I rose up again off the seat. The dildo felt amazing sliding out of my hole, but I was nervous of being seen. I knew last time I only went about an inch or two up, so this time I made sure to go higher. I decided to rise up to the level of my desk, which was a good five inches high; any higher and I would risk the dildo being seen. Once I reached the height of my desktop, I slowly sat back down. Again, as I returned the dildo to its full penetrative depths, my phone lit up. "Very nice slut, but now I think you should ride it a little. You know bounce up and down a few times." I immediately looked at Sage with pleading eyes once I read her instructions, but she did not look back at me. I knew I would do as she instructed, but I was also nervous of being noticed. Without taking too much time though, I began to push myself off the chair. I got a few inches up before sitting back down and repeating the process. Sage didn't inform me how many times I was to go up and down, so I continued my slow riding of the dildo until my phone blinked to life with a new message. "Having fun slut? You can stop now, and remain still for the remainder of the period. I'll have more for you during lunch." Reading the new message, I stopped the up and down moments, and sunk the dildo back into the depths of my ass. There was still about twenty minutes left until the bell would ring, and then I would be facing whatever Sage had in store for me during the lunch break. I did my best to keep my mind distracted with grading, but the constant pressure of the rubber intruder was a nagging reminder of my predicament. It was a long twenty minutes, but it soon came to an end and my class filed out once the dismissal bell rang. Sage of course remained behind and closed the door after a few moments. She returned to me and stood in front of my desk as she spoke. "Go ahead and stand up slut, and then turn around and clean you friend with your mouth." I nodded my understanding and stood up to dismount the rubber cock that had been buried in my ass for the entire morning so far. When I finally disengaged from the girthy member, my ass felt stretched and empty, and there was a dull ache that remained from the constant pressure of the event. I spun around and immediately dropped to my knees to take the now warm dildo into my mouth and began the process of sucking it off once again. Just as she had earlier, once I began my duty of blowing the fake cock, Sage began moving about my room. When she finally stopped and returned to me, she had me finish my blow job and turn to face her. "Just to let you know, I set up spy cams earlier to capture your task of sitting on such a large dildo for the morning. They recorded everything from the moment you sat down on the cock, until the moment you got up and began to suck it clean. You may be happy to hear though that I will not be having you repeat your performance this afternoon. Instead, you are to just go about the rest of the day as normal, and then meet me at the Northside mall after school. I will be parked on the east side of the lot. I am going to be taking a half day so I can go home and edit the recordings. Once I complete them, I will send them to you so that you may post them on your little slut blog. Don't worry; I plan on blurring out your face. See you after school slut." She then strolled out of my room, and I was left wondering what she had in store for me later that day. I couldn't ponder it for too long as soon the bell rang ending lunch, and I had to try desperately to focus on being a teacher. To Be Continued...