0 comments/ 114216 views/ 7 favorites Cynthia's Submission By: AmyHart Submission. Just the word sends a spasm to Cynthia Moore's cunt. At only 19 years old, she was an unused submissive, just waiting to be taken down a journey of humiliation and degradation. But she didn't fully realize that when she first met David Abraxas, a handsome 34-year-old stockbroker. They met in Southwest Ohio, near Cincinnati but not in the city. Cynthia, who had yet to realize her real destiny in life was taken with David and their dates quickly blossomed into a full-blown and lovely romance. Cynthia, although not a virgin, was inexperienced sexually and David began screwing her regularly and she got more and more into it as the months went along. Cynthia was a world-class cutie, 5'3" tall, 115 pounds and shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes and a face that reminded others of Shania Twain. Her modest 33b-22-32 figure was also cute and David thought her bubble butt bottom was her very best feature, even better than her pretty face. For his part, David knew what Cynthia was. He knew he could make her a fucktoy, get her to do whatever he wanted. But Cynthia had no idea of the cesspool of depravity David was going to bring to her life. David was indeed a pervert and had a very warped view of how Cynthia should spend the rest of her days. But he didn't let on a bit of it during their courtship. And when he proposed late on a Saturday evening near the river, she was overjoyed; Cynthia thought she had met her Sir Galahad, instead she had met her Dr. Frankenstein who would turn her into one of the great sluts of world history. The wedding was a relatively small affair and they left on their honeymoon right after the wedding. One of the odd things Cynthia noted about the wedding was that David's former wife, Dee Abraxas, had been in attendance. Cynthia had not fully understood why David would divorce Dee, who was 26 and, Cynthia had to grudgingly agree a very, very sexy girl. As opposed to Cynthia's modest proportions, Dee was a voluptuous 36C-23-36, arranged very neatly on her 5'8" frame. To top it off, Dee had long brown hair and was a double for Sophia Loren in her younger days. Cynthia had to acknowledge that Dee was a fabulous looking woman, very pretty and stacked with a body to respect and admire. Well, Cynthia thought, once we get back from the honeymoon, I'm sure I'll never have to see Dee again. Cynthia couldn't have been more wrong, but that was to come later, when her submission was in full swing. And David had arranged a fun-packed honeymoon vacation in Las Vegas. Upon their arrival, Cynthia was taken with Las Vegas, she absolutely loved it, from the people mover at the airport to the roller coaster in front of New York, New York, their honeymoon hotel. Cynthia was taken with the faux New York skyline at the strip hotel. They arrived late on their wedding night and went straight to their room. Cynthia thought David seemed really horny and she was anxious to please him. "Ok honey, I really want to control things tonight so I'm going to handcuff you to the bed," David began awkwardly. "But don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you." Nevertheless, Cynthia was taken aback and asked why. "Well, this will be the first lovemaking during our married life and I want to control every part of you, I'm sure you will love it," David said. Cynthia, however, wasn't sure, but, surprisingly, she felt herself getting wet and then when the deed was done and she was naked and securely cuffed to the four posters of the bed, she couldn't believe how sopping wet her pussy had become. She was looking forward to the delights David had in store for her. She had particularly come to hope he would eat her pussy and hoped he would do that for her as she was secured to the hotel bed. She hoped he was a wonderful performer of cunnilingus and she had carefully studied such techniques to help him better eat her pussy. By now, she considered herself an expert in this particular sexual art, but she had never experienced it and of course never practiced it. Oh yes, she thought, I hope this is quite a night and David eats me to a half dozen climaxes. But, suddenly, her view of the evening was shattered. Without so much as an "I'm leaving", David turned on his heel, opened the hotel room door and walked out. Cynthia was devastated. Her high hopes for the evening's sex fun seemed to have disappeared. And now she was left alone in the hotel room with all sorts of anxious thoughts. Why would David suddenly leave? And what was going to happen next? What if room service came in and found her this way? What if David never came back? Her mind was really all over the place trying to identify the possibilities and what her fate would be. She wouldn't have long to wait. In fact, it was only half an hour and she heard the door opening, even though she couldn't see who was entering. Shortly, David's face moved into her view, blocking anything else from her eyes and she smiled and began to babble about how glad she was to see him. David, however, cut off her ramblings by covering her mouth with his hand. "No need to talk dear Cynthia, you see I have quite an evening planned for you, but it may not be what you had in mind," he said and laughed evilly. "But, then again, with what I have learned about your submissive nature, you might like it. A lot. For you are going to be this evening's entertainment and I have brought a few new friends for you to entertain." Entertain? Cynthia's mind reeled, what did David have in mind. Here she was planning on an evening of sex with her new husband and now she was going to entertain his friends. Cynthia could barely comprehend the implications. With that, David waved his hand, stepped aside and allowed Cynthia to see six women standing around the bed. It looked a little like a United Nations convention, two were black, two were Asian, one Mexican and a white women. Their body types ranged from obese (one of the black women) to stunning (the Mexican woman was gorgeous with a Barbie-doll-like figure and a beautiful face). Without further comment, the obese black woman turned to David and asked, "So you said anything we want, is that right?" David just nodded and then took a seat in a chair near the bed where he could watch everything. And watch he did indeed, he had dreamed of this moment from his first meeting with Cynthia. He knew deep in his heart that this was what she really wanted and, more importantly, what he and Dee wanted. For this was part of his plan with Dee. Their marriage had been one of convenience, allowing David to show his superiors at work that he was married and stable. While David loved women, he really had little interest in sex with them, what really turned him on was to see a woman or women dominated by other women, he loved to sit and jackoff his big fat penis while viewing lesbian domination videos or, even better, watching it in person. And he was a perfect match for Dee. For while Dee could enjoy a cock now and then, her true mission in life was to dominate, degrade, humiliate and debase women who craved, or abhorred, that kind of domination. Dee and David married and began to pursue their joint passion with David helping Dee procure willing and some unwilling victims for her to dominate. She shared her depraved sessions with David, allowing him in some cases to view them live and in other situations videotaping them for his review at a later date. After David had been married long enough to Dee to allow him to prove his stability to his employer, they decided to divorce, but not to end their partnership. They devised a wicked plan to have David find a young, submissive slut, marry her and then work with Dee to bend the new slut to their joint will. It was only a few months later that David met and began to romance Cynthia. Cynthia, David had thought, was the perfect sub for his fantasies and Dee's reality. And now he had her where he wanted her and would find out if she could be the girl of his dreams or not. The obese black woman looked over at David, who by now was seated with his pants around his ankles and his huge cock in his hand, slowly jacking himself off, and asked again, "So you say we can do anything to her or with her that we want?" David just nodded. At the direction of the fat black woman, the Mexican beauty grabbed Dee's hair and pulled it back. One of the Asian ladies was directed to pull Cynthia's mouth open and to pinch her nose. Thus properly restrained, the ladies were ready for the evening's first event. "This fucking piece of shit cunt is going to have to get ready for taking all of our bodily fluids and waste so let's start by giving her a little of our saliva, some spit from our lovely mouths," the fat black gal said. It was obvious she was becoming a leader in the plans for degrading the hapless Cynthia. The black woman then leaned over Cynthia's open mouth and deposited a large helping of spit in poor Cynthia's open mouth. For her part, Cynthia was horrified as this scene began and, yet, as the first of the woman's spit entered her mouth, she again felt her pussy getting wet, very wet. My god, she thought, this is turning me on. Cynthia took the black woman's saliva into her gaping mouth and knew that there was no use fighting it, she was going to swallow this foul liquid. Something snapped in her mind and she decided to join in the fun and participate in this abuse of her. Without thinking much, she began to roll the spit around in her open mouth, allowing all of the ladies to see her swishing the spit in her mouth and then she suddenly swallowed it and stuck out her tongue to show all she had swallowed it without begin asked. And her pussy continued to froth. Gawd, she thought, I am becoming a real pervert, a weirdo; and I like it. David just continued to jack himself off, thinking what a good choice he had made in selecting Cynthia, who he felt was rapidly becoming a stinking piece of shit cunt who would gladly give service to any and all women. The black woman noticed that as Cynthia stuck her tongue out to show them all that she had consumed the spit, that the slut's tongue was a real work of art. "Holy shit," the black woman bellowed, "that fucking tongue must be long enough to touch her nose. Do it slut, touch your fucking nose with that piece of shit tongue." And Cynthia, who knew about her special talent in this area, slowly rolled out her lingual muscle and tapped the top of her nose with it. There was an audible gasp from the women and David, who had never tapped this feature of his new bride, but knew that this capability would make her even more sought after. The black woman told the other ladies that they would all be able to take advantage of that special tongue shortly when "you sit on her fucking piece of shit face. Oh yeah, that tongue is going up your pussies and shit holes ladies." Pussies and shit holes, Cynthia shrieked in her mind, she had been prepared for some abuse but she had not realized that she'd become a facial fucktoy for all of these women's private and nether parts. But, again, her pussy betrayed her shock and deep in her mind, she knew that she was going to gladly provide these services. But first, they had to finish spitting in Cynthia's mouth. And the black woman had noticed that Cynthia was a little too eager to get that spit in her mouth so she made her beg for it. Each of them, in turn, deposited their spit loads after Cynthia had begged and Cynthia dutifully swallowed all of it. "Ok, who's first to get this slut's tongue, that big fucking tongue, in their holes," the black woman announced, "well, hell's bells, it might as well be me." The ebony colored woman quickly stripped off her dress and was not wearing any underwear, no bra, no panties, no nylons or pantyhose. She was ready for sex and she clambered up on the hotel room bed and in short order her crotch was poised over Cynthia's face. Cynthia looked up and saw the gash of the black woman poised over her face. The thick-lipped cunt was already frothing with cunt juice and she could also see the black woman's anus blinking, but unseeing, readying itself for that devilish tongue. And amazingly again, Cynthia felt her mouth begin to water at the fleshy feast that was poised just above her face. The drool began to well up in her mouth as the black lady's crotch was lowered to her waiting mouth. The snatch that smacked into her face was really a giant cunt, it felt like the gaping pussy was swallowing her head, but Cynthia was determined to service it. Cynthia could not see at that moment, but she was eager to begin her first pussy loving. Although Cynthia had sampled her own pussy juices, she wanted to taste another's juices and she did. The taste of the black woman was different than her own, somewhat sweet pussy juice. This was like eating tuna raw from a can. The musky smell and taste was overwhelming, not at all like she had expected, but she found that she was drawn to it and she scooped her tongue deeply into the black woman's vagina. She soon was hooked on the taste and was lapping up the black woman's juice like a pro gash eater. The black domme was thoroughly enjoying the combination of control she was exercising and the sexual loving Cynthia was providing. Her orgasm, she realized couldn't be far off and she vaguely realized that the cunt underneath her twat was shaking like she was about to come, even though nothing had touched Cynthia's private parts. The black woman knew that she couldn't allow Cynthia to orgasm, lest she lose some of the enthusiasm she was showing for her new role as a sex slave. The black woman knew she had to do something quickly and she snapped at one of the Asian ladies that they should punch Cynthia's cunt before the twat lapper could come. The Asian woman didn't hesitate a moment as she had experience with the black woman of breaking in new sluts. She balled her hand into a fist and smashed it down into Cynthia's cunt, not so much to cause pain for pain's sake as to cause Cynthia to break her move toward an orgasm. And the punch worked. Cynthia felt her orgasm breaking off and she was about to remove her mouth from the hot black cunt that was plastered to it, but the black domme was a step ahead of her and had grabbed her nipple and was twisting it. "Don't you dare back off of eating my pussy," she said. "Keep eating or I'll tear off your fucking nipple." The harsh move worked and Cynthia continued eating the pussy on her face. The black woman groaned in bliss as Cynthia swabbed her tongue all over her sex and nipped at her clit and pussy lips. The black woman groaned and moaned as the new sex slave was initiated into the special world of pussy worship. When Cynthia's head fell back and her tongue gave out, the black woman unceremoniously rolled off her slave and took a minute to calm down. When she had caught her breath, she announced that the slut mouth of Cynthia was "open for business." "This slut can really eat pussy, girls, give her a full meal of hot cunt," the black woman yelled out to the others. The next domme up was the Mexican woman, who moved her face close to Cynthia's and told her that she obviously knew how to eat pussy, but that now she was going to get a chance to eat shit hole. "I hope you like it as much as you obviously like cunt," the Mexican said. The woman told Cynthia to stick out her tongue and that she was going to impale her anus on the fleshy stick. Shortly, Cynthia's tongue was buried far up the Mexican's shitter and she was tasting some really foul contaminants, but again her pussy was betraying her disgust and she continued to orally stroke the hot hole that had captured her tongue. Soon, the Mexican was getting off on just the anal stimulation, shuddering to an orgasm with Cynthia's tongue flailing away inside her shit hole. All of the other women used Cynthia as well, until her tongue could barely move and her face was covered with their cunt and ass juices. Each of the women had come and Cynthia had noticed a video camera being passed around the room, indicating to her that her domination was going to be shown to someone else, but who? After her perverted dining experience, the women took Cynthia off the bed and got her on all fours, placed a collar around her neck and attached a leash to it. Her principal tormentor, the black woman, took the leash and walked Cynthia around to all of the now sated women, making her lick each luscious bottom. Cynthia found that she liked licking each of these shitholes as much as the first one she had tasted and she was forced to face a new truth about herself. She liked shithole, she liked licking the terminal end of women's digestive tracts. She shuddered with the acknowledgement, with the perversity of it all. The Mexican was really into Cynthia licking her shithole and announced to the gathered group that she felt like her bean burrito from lunch was going to make its presence known. "Stand by for a Mexican fart," she said. And with no further waiting, the Mexican cut a juicy fart, loudly and sloppily into Cynthia's probing mouth. "Now thank me you fucking piece of shit," the Mexican yelled at Cynthia. Cynthia bowed her head and humbly thanked the Mexican for letting loose a sloppy fart into her hungry mouth. A week earlier, Cynthia would have been revolted at her behavior, but now, she was truly grateful that the Mexican was helping to show her what a worthless piece of shit she was and would remain for the rest of her life. But for tonight, the women were hardly done with Cynthia. Another of the women let loose with a fart into her mouth and had her repeat the thank you ritual. She heard the black woman's voice ring out again, telling one of the other dommes to bring her over to where she was standing in front of a couch. The black woman told her to get her face in front of her pussy as she was going to make Cynthia a toilet. "Open up your pie hole honey, I'm going to urinate in your mouth and don't spill a drop you piece of shit," the black woman said. Cynthia hustled to place her mouth over the black woman's hole and was not surprised as the urine began to flow. Cynthia, for all her eagerness, could hardly believe what she was doing; serving as a urinal for the dominant black woman. Her descent into this depraved world had happened so quickly that she hadn't yet had time to think about what, if any, limits she might have. She was afraid she would have none, that she was simply so submissive that she'd do anything her controllers commanded. The piss began to flow into Cynthia's mouth, and the black woman would stop as the lowly cunt's mouth filled and allow her to swallow. As Cynthia's mouth filled again and again, the blak woman laughed, telling Cynthia what a good porta-potty she was. "Yeah, and I'll be using you regularly when you are in Las Vegas cunt, you are going to be my toilet whenever you are in town." Finally, the party began to wind down and Cynthia finally noticed that her husband had jacked off until he came and was sitting in the chair with his sperm all over his dick and stomach. "Tell the girls thanks Cynthia and kiss their feet as they leave." After the girls were gone, Cynthia and David sat and talked. Or David mostly talked, telling Cynthia what her future was going to be like. "We are going to take you down a road of lesbian slave humiliation and degradation. You are not going to be able to refuse any woman's sexual request when we are done with you and we'll make you into a true cunt worshipper, it will become your religion." Cynthia was still reeling from the evening's depravity and she couldn't respond, but she did wonder what he meant by "we." When she asked him, she learned of his plans with Dee and how Cynthia was to become Dee's slut as well. Cynthia's Submission I am not a lesbian. At least I never thought of myself as one. Even now I don't feel I am one, but my recent experiences have made me realize that no matter what gender, I am willing to serve a dominant; a master. As a high school English teacher I have always thought I was the one in control; that I was the leader. In the case of this last school year and a very confident student, my outlook of myself has changed. Being a young, attractive female teacher in a high school, I am well aware of the thoughts that go through the minds of students and colleagues. I know full well that I get my share of interested stares from the opposite sex and an equal number of jealous looks from females. My beauty has always been a tool I have used to my advantage; my power. At the beginning of the last school year I began to lose that power to that one confident student I mentioned; her name was Sage Winfield. I took notice of her unnatural confidence, as well as her natural beauty, immediately. When she entered my class room for the first time, she did it with such grace and purpose; as if she knew she was in control of everything, and everyone around her. The following is a full account of my submission to her as my mistress. Sage most certainly owned whatever room she happened to be in. However it was never in a way that seemed cocky or stuck up, just confident. On the first day of school she waited after class, sitting upright in her chair, until everyone else left for lunch; leaving me and her alone. Thinking she needed something I asked her if anything was a matter. Her response was no, she just wanted to see me without anyone around. Quizzically I asked what she meant. She in turn asked if I would be available after classes for some one on one help. I informed her, as I would any other student, that I am indeed available after class periods, before lunch, and at the end of the day. With that she smiled and said that would be satisfactory before turning to leave the room. Her last statement seemed as though what I had said pleased her. My availability was satisfactory? At first I thought nothing of it; I just took it in and finished teaching the rest of my classes. It wasn't until I was sitting at home that I really began to go over what she had said. As a twenty six year old women I have never had an experience in which a simple statement has caused me to ponder it's meaning which such deep thought. With my analyzing of Sage's statement I began to think more about her as a person; more about her confidence, her beauty. This simple statement was causing me to spend the entire night just thinking about Sage, and I soon realized that it was having some unexpected effects on me. I began to become very warm, as thoughts of Sage flowed through my mind. A sense of eagerness fueled my thoughts, which were quickly becoming desires. I was in unusual state of arousal; my breathing became more rapid and I soon felt my crotch dampen. These feelings both scared me and spurred me on to delve deeper into the reason behind them. I came to the conclusion that because Sage has her innate confidence, as well as her stunning beauty, that this is why I began to think about her, but it was her as a whole that interested me. I was drawn to her, to know more about her, to better connect with her. I felt that in doing so I would become better; that connecting with her I would be enlightened. All of these feelings were prompted by one single meeting with a new student. I made it my goal after that long night of self investigation to do whatever it took to become that better person, to connect with Sage. No matter the means or the end, I knew it was the journey to come that would be the important part, the thing that my life was missing. The next day, as classes began, my mind was still with Sage. I do not know how I managed to get through those early classes, but somehow I did. The class Sage was in, or as I was starting to believe, Sage's class, was the last one before the lunch break. When she entered the room she had my attention, though I tried to not make it too obvious as to let on to the other students. Confident as always, she strolled into class wearing a long flowing dress with her leather bag hanging off her shoulder. The dress was a modest, cotton black one with some floral stitch work at the bottom which hung to just below her ankles. She looked beautiful and radiant; it took much effort on my part to pull my eyes away from her and began the lesson. I focused hard on the lesson and before I knew it the bell was ringing, and the students began to file out to go to lunch. All except Sage, she once again remained seated while the others hustled to leave. When it was just me and her left she once again approached my desk were I was seated behind. This time however she spoke first, asking me if she could ask a personal question. I replied by telling her normally that would be inappropriate, but for her to go ahead and ask away; I would decide if it was too personal to answer. She asked if she could know my first name, justifying her wanting to know by informing me that she liked to feel as though she had a connection with her teachers which would help her learn more efficiently. Her use of the word "connection" made it seem as though she was inside my head. That is exactly what I desired, but it couldn't be what she actually was implying. Either way I answered her question without a thought, I told her my first name, Cynthia. I even went a step further and informed her that if it made her any more comfortable she could use it instead of my professional name, Ms. Watts, whenever we happen to be alone. She seemed pleased by this, and responded with a smile and stating that she has a feeling that the two of us being alone would be a common event. With that she left once again for lunch, just as she had yesterday. Once again I was left to try and decipher what the true meaning of her last statement was. This time however, I did not wait until I was home to begin analyzing her words, I spent the rest of the afternoon's open moments sitting and pondering. Throughout the rest of my day I wondered what exactly Sage had meant by us being alone was going to be a common event. Was she feeling the way I was? Did she what a connection with me like the one I desired to have with her? These questions kept replaying in my head, and I couldn't get over the fact that I, the elder woman, was being drawn towards wanting to be closer to a younger woman; a student no less. By the end of classes my mind was clouded with all the different scenarios that could play out between Sage and me. Just as I was shaking myself out of the fog and gathering my things to leave, there was a knock at my door. I got up to open it to see who it could be, and to my surprise, as well as my enjoyment, it was Sage. Upon opening the door, she said nothing, but instead confidently entered the room and proceeded to sit on top of one of the first row desks. Instinctively, I closed the door and went over to greet her. However, before I could get a word out Sage spoke to me, asking a question. "Cynthia, how do you see me?" I smiled when I heard her use my first name and responded, without thinking, stating my true feelings. "I see you as extremely confident, bright, an intoxicating source of curiosity, and of course radiantly beautiful." It just came out, no thought behind it at all. Those were my true feelings and because I felt such a connection with Sage I did not worry how what I said sounded, or how she would take it. Her response was how I expected it to be; cool and calm. "Cynthia, it seems as though you think very highly of me. Some would say your statement implies strong feelings towards me. How should I take what you have just revealed to me?" "I do think highly of you, very high, and it scares me to admit that I do believe I am beginning to develop feelings for you. Since our first encounter I can't stop thinking about you. I desire to connect with you on any level you may allow me to. If this is too much I am sorry, I just don't want a chance to be with you, or even near you, be wasted." "Cynthia, what you have just explained to me in no way scares me. Quite the opposite in fact; what you expressed pleases me. For I have been expecting it, maybe not as fast as it has occurred, but I have been expecting it. See, I have known of you since last year; I would see you in the halls of this school and wonder what it be like to control you, to make you the person I knew you could become. I requested your class, even though I don't need any more English credits. I wanted the chance to test my theory about you. My theory being that you would make an excellent submissive, I see it as your true nature. So my question for you Cynthia is do you want that connection, the connection to me as my submissive? Is that not truly the connection you desire?" What she had just said shocked me. I never expected her to be as fourth coming as she had been. But I guess that is her nature; always confident. It took me some time to process what she was proposing. She apparently understood the feelings I was having far better than I did. I was still unsure what I meant by a connection with her. All I knew was I wanted one; I just couldn't comprehend what that entitled. If her view of me was correct, that I was someone who was to be a submissive, why had I not realized it? Maybe my feelings toward her were submissive in nature; I did feel as though what she represented as a whole was right and that knowing her, following her, would make me better. Does this mean I do indeed want to become her submissive? My heart says yes, and my brain, though coming up with reasons why it would be wrong, is also pushing towards accepting Sage's offer. After a long silence in which I processed everything in my head, I answered. "Yes. That is what I want." "Excellent. To hear you admit your understanding of your true self pleases me very much Cynthia. However, I must ask one more thing to confirm your comprehension about what you are agreeing to. Do you understand that to be my submissive you must turn over all control of your life to me? I will allow no restrictions; you are to do as I say and follow my commands at all times, no matter the situation. Is this clear Cynthia?" This time my answer was quick. I needed no time to think it through. "Yes, I understand completely. It is clear to me what is expected." "Well Cynthia, all I ask of you now is to prove it. Tell me in your own words what it is you want." "I want to turn my life over to you; for you to have complete power over me. I want to be you're submissive, because I know that being your submissive will make me a better person." "That is perfect. Let me now go over the ground rules of our relationship together in which you must always abide by or else there will no longer be an 'us'. First, you are to always refer to me as mistress. Second, you may never disobey any direct commands I give you. Lastly, anytime I feel you have not served me as you should, I will punish you. These three rules are constants, but more may be added if I deem it necessary is this understood?" "Yes mistress." "Very well, now for your first test; a test to see how committed you truly are to being my sub, to doing exactly as I say. Cynthia, I want you to remove your clothes and kneel in front of me, placing your hands behind you head. Doing so will show exactly how far you are willing to submit, and to be my sub I will need full submission." I was stunned at how quickly things were progressing. I knew I had to do as she commanded or else I would lose the chance to connect with her. However, doing what was asked would be dangerous, and uncharacteristic of a teacher. This being understood, I knew what I had to do, what I wanted to do. I proceeded to complete her command. I removed my blouse first, unbuttoning the front and exposing the white cotton bra that concealed my breasts. Sliding it off my shoulders, I let it slip to the floor at my feet and began to unzip my black pencil skirt. It too quickly fell to my feet and I stepped out of it. I was now standing in front of a student, who was now my mistress, wearing only a pair of black flats, my bra, and a matching pair of bikini cut panties. I then bent down to remove my shoes, releasing my feet to stand bare on the cool surface of the tile floor. Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra causing it to spring open before sliding down my arms to gather with the building pile that was the rest of my clothes. My last step was to remove my panties, which I did by hooking my thumbs under the waist band and rolling them done my thighs until they fell on their own to pool at my ankles. I quickly stepped out of them and took my position kneeling in front of my mistress with hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers. It was both nerve racking as well as liberating to be in that my position; that position being naked on my knees in my own classroom while in front of a student of mine. If it had not been for my door being closed, anyone walking the halls would have been able to see that I was completely exposed. My nerves were on edge and my body shivered as I awaited further instructions from my mistress. Deliberately taking her time, Sage slowly circled me. She examined me closely without saying a word. The silence was only adding to my now building arousal. When she was behind me she bent down and picked up the pile of my discarded clothes before continuing her circle back to the front of me. Setting my clothes down on top of a desk, she began to go through them as if deciding what to do with them. After looking through them for a while she spoke. "Cynthia, your ability to quickly follow my instructions makes me happy. You should never worry about anything I have you do. You should always trust that it is for the best, though sometimes it may not look that way at first. From looking at your clothing, I get the sense that you have a good sense of style and fashion. However, from this point on what you wear will be my decision. That is why I had you remove your clothes. Your submission to me must start from a clean slate. Now that this has been accomplished, we can move on with our next step. For this you must remain as you are as I retrieve my bag from my locker. I will be taking your clothes with me as a way to make sure you don't get any ideas of getting dressed. You will have to trust that I will return. Be good my Cynthia, and remember you are to remain in that position until I return." With that she turned at left the room, thankfully closing the door behind her. I was now left in my state only able to think about everything that is happening and that has happened. To wonder and worry about all the different scenarios that could unfold. A colleague of mine could walk in and find me naked and kneeling, or another student could come by looking for something they may have left behind. All of which were totally plausible scenarios, this was a public building after all. It wasn't as if I was submitting in the privacy of my own home or even a motel room by that matter. I had to trust in Sage that everything was going to be fine, no matter what. She was testing me once again; testing my commitment to her as my mistress. I was alone like this for almost five minutes according to the clock hanging on the wall directly in front of me before Sage returned. She returned as promised, with her bag hanging over her shoulder and my clothes tucked under her opposite arm. Upon entering the room, she closed the door, locking it from the inside, and placed my clothes atop of the book shelf located on the wall next to the door. She walked towards me stopping at the front row of desks and positioning her bag on one of the desktops while sitting down into its connected chair. From her bag she pulled out a digital camera and set it on the desk next to her before addressing me. "Cynthia, will you please stand up and drop your hands to your side, it is time for some pictures." Quickly, I stood up to follow my mistress' order. Once I was in a position of her liking, she picked up the camera and took a picture of my standing in front of her. It was nothing fancy; just a basic picture of me standing nude in my classroom. Wow, how quickly things progressed. Sage did however make sure that I kept a big smile on my face; she said that everyone should smile when they are getting their picture taken. "Okay Cynthia, let me have you bend over your desk, with your ass facing me, and make sure to spread your legs a bit so the camera can capture the whole scene." I spun around and took up my new position; this was really starting to get to me, my pussy was soaking wet and I could feel that my temperature was up. Sage casually snapped off some more photos, every once in a while changing her position to get different angles. "Cyn, reach back with your hands and spread yourself apart, I need to get a couple of really open shots." Again, I did as I was told; reaching back I pulled open my cheeks exposing myself even more if that was even possible. I know for sure she was getting some great shots of my wide open vagina and asshole. If someone told me a month ago that this was what I would be doing after the third day of school I would have thought they were crazy. Now that it is happening though, I don't wish to be doing anything else. This is what I was meant to do; what I was meant to be. This is my role in life; the sub of an eighteen year old high school mistress. "Alright Cyn, I think I got enough pictures of you looking like a total slut and it is getting pretty late, I should be getting home. However, before I go there are few things we need to go over. First, you are to wear the shortest skirt you own tomorrow for work, pair it up with a nice blouse; something that really shows off your breasts. Second, I want you to shave off your pubic hair; it will make you feel and look more subordinate. Third, no panties or bra tomorrow, this will keep you on edge as well as keep you open for any advances I may want to take. Fourth, keep your lunch break clear as well as after school, I have a couple of fun tasks in mind for you. Lastly, just so you don't think you're free for the rest of the night from my control, you are to go home wearing only your bra and panties, I'll take your skirt, top, and shoes with me to make sure you do not chicken out. Upon your arrival home you are to call my cell phone for further instructions. Are we clear on what is to be done?" "Yes mistress. But how do expect me to leave here in only my bra and panties, what if someone sees me?" "Cynthia, I have all the faith in you that you can accomplish this task, if not you will know what not to do next time. Now, what are you my dear?" "I am your submissive mistress." "Very good, but from now on, you are to say that you are my sub slut, that only leaves to serve me. Well have fun getting home tonight and don't forget to call." With that, she turned and left the room; grabbing my clothes off the bookcase as she exited the room. When she left this time however, she left my classroom door open. I had to quickly scamper over and close it before anyone passed by. Once it was closed and locked, I took some time to steady my nerves. My head was spinning and the weight of the evening seemed to hit me all at once. I leaned back against my door and began to reflect how I got to where I am now. The day started out like any other, except for the fact that I couldn't get the thought of Sage out of my head. My thoughts of her were not in the least bit sexual, just thoughts about her; who she is, why she had this effect on me. I in no way expected to be in the position I now found myself. However, now that I am in this position I get a sense that this is meant to be. I feel as though I have found what has been missing in my life, and now that I have found it I am not going to let it go. My whole body feels alive, and from how soaked my crotch is I am definitely aroused. Accepting my new position, and understanding that it was truly what I wanted as well as needed, I began to explore my arousal. My hands slid down my bare chest caressing my firm breast. Squeezing and massaging my perky twins fueled my fire and I soon had a hand snaking its way towards my overflowing box. My fingers instantly disappeared within slippery confines of my snatch and I began to slowly finger myself, spurring my passion further. Soon my other hand found its home rubbing my love button with the intent of making me climax. I was lost within myself to everything around me as I leaned naked against the door to my classroom pleasuring myself as if I would never be able to again. My hands were a blur of movement and within moments my orgasm exploded causing my already soaking pussy to flood further and my body to spasm uncontrollably. I let out a deep moan as the most electric orgasm I have ever had subsided. I had never felt more free or drained in my whole life as I slowly slid down to the floor and basked in the afterglow of such a magical moment. Cynthia's Submission As I began to come to, I realized my hands were still clutching my now sticky pussy. I let go and brought the fingers that were inside of me to my mouth to taste my climax. My juices were sweet yet salty; they tasted like nothing I have ever had before, but at the same time I knew what I tasted was the best thing on earth. I had never been so aroused, never had such a powerful orgasm, and never pleasured myself anywhere but my bedroom. I was on cloud nine, and the only thing I could think about was how my new relationship with Sage brought all of this about. I stood back up and began to get myself together. I grabbed some baby wipes I keep in a cabinet and somewhat attempted to clean myself up. My thighs were coated with my juices as too were my hands; I was also a little sticky with sweat. Cleaned, I then grabbed my panties and bra before heading to my desk to gather my bag and keys to head home for the night. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was seven o'clock which meant I was likely the last teacher remaining in the building. Being a Wednesday, most teachers usually leave no later than five. The only people that should be at the school are the janitors. From the times I have stayed late I know that there are two janitors and they usually arrive at about five o'clock, in which they begin working on the second floor first. Since my room is on the first floor I was confident that I could make it to my car without being seen by anyone. Slipping on my undergarments, I slung my bag over my shoulder and with keys in hand started on my risky adventure. If I was to be caught by anyone it would most certainly mean my job would be in question. I slowly opened my door and peeked out into the hallway. The coast looked clear so I took my chance and stepped into the tiled hall. Cautiously I made my way towards the exit, making sure to check each classroom I passed to ensure no other teacher was present. I also kept my ears tuned for any sound that could be the janitors cleaning. My heart was racing with adrenaline and I soon became determined to make it to my car. Worry was the furthest thing from my mind; it was the thrill of the moment that was driving me on. As I progressed down the hall, further away from the safety of my room, my pace began to quicken as I began to gain confidence in my ability to complete my task. Within a matter of moments I was able to reach the door which exited to the parking lot, my journey was nearing its end and the whole time I was spurred on by the idea that at any second I would be found; my body was once again shaking with excitement. I pushed open the exit door and gazed upon the empty lot. It was dark out, the parking lot was only being lit by a few spread out lights, but I was able to see my car sitting alone a few hundred feet away. That was all that was left to my trek; a few hundred feet and I would be within the sanctuary of my car. Taking a deep breath I scurried across the open lot towards my car. Fortunately, the faculty's parking lot is located on the backside of the school, away from view of the main road to the school. As I reached my car I quickly unlocked and opened my door, then slipped inside and sat down in the driver's seat. I took a few seconds to come down from my thrilling high of the moment, before putting my bag onto the passenger seat and starting my car. As I let my engine warm up a bit, I once again reflected on my night and once again realized I was aroused. The fabric making up the front of my panties was drenched with excitement. Unfortunately, this time I did not pleasure myself, though I wanted to, because I knew I was lucky not to have been caught and that it was a good idea for me to get home before my luck changed. Since I live rather close to the school, my journey home was not too dangerous, but still very exciting. Also, because I have a garage attached to my house I knew it would be easy for me to get inside my house without a chance of being seen in only my underwear. During my drive home though, I began feel proud of myself; proud that I was able to do everything that my mistress asked of me. I now understood why I wanted to be closer to Sage; she gave off this vibe that she knew what she knew was doing and that it was right. I wanted that feeling and I knew that following Sage's orders as her submissive would grant me that feeling. If I did what she wanted believing she knew what was right, I would become a better person and get the feeling that I was doing something that was in a sense more right than what I would normally do. This awakening reaffirmed what I was doing and what I committed myself to; I was meant to be Sage's sub slut. Once inside my house, I dropped my bag and immediately headed to grab the phone so I could call Sage. It rang only once before she answered. "Good evening Cynthia, my little sub slut, how was your trip home from school?" "Everything went well mistress; I made it home without being seen. It made me so excited to be in such a dangerous situation mistress." "I am glad to hear that you made it home safely and that you enjoyed yourself. Did you pleasure yourself?" "Yes, right before I left my classroom mistress. Should I not have done that mistress?" "No, it is fine that you did. It is to be expected after what you experienced today. But, from here on out you are to only pleasure yourself when I give you permission. Is that clear slut?" "Yes mistress." "Good, now for the rest of the night you are not to pleasure yourself. Also, don't forget to shave that pussy of yours and to get your outfit ready for tomorrow, we are going to have a lot of fun. Goodnight and sleep will Cynthia, I'll see you tomorrow." "Goodnight mistress." She hung up the phone and I was left to fantasize about what kind of fun we would be having tomorrow. I went to the bathroom and got the shower running. It would feel good to get cleaned up after everything. Once again I stripped down; I was starting to get used to and enjoy my nakedness. Running my hand across my mound I felt my dampness and the soft patch of hair I had sitting above it. I stopped before I got too carried away, grabbed my razor and got into the shower. I took my time in the shower, enjoying the heat from the water splashing against my skin. Letting the suds from the soap wash over my body, I reached for my razor. With a swift stroke of the blade I begin to remove my curly locks. In seconds they were all gone, and I was bare as the day I was born. I resisted the urge to pleasure myself, knowing it would be against my mistress' wishes, and I instead turned off the shower before stepping out to dry off. After I dried myself off I hung my towel up and went into my bedroom to get my clothes laid out for tomorrow. Sage wanted me to wear the shortest skirt I owned so I searched through my limited collection of skirts looking for my shortest. Being a teacher, I didn't have a large selection of short skirts but I did finally settle on one that would fit the bill. The skirt I choose was a straight hanging, black cotton skirt that fell to just below the middle of my thigh. I would never have chosen to wear such a skirt to work prior to becoming Sage's sub because of its length; I would not have been comfortable teaching in it. Now though, I feel I most wear it, and that in doing so it would be for the best. As for my blouse, I choose a long sleeve, button down, collard, purple top. I choose purple because it would be less revealing then say a white one, but it was a bit tight which did a good job of accentuating my bra-less breasts. Finishing off my outfit, feeling a little bit sexy, I picked out a pair of two inch black heels. I would definitely be drawing a lot more looks in this outfit. By the time I got my outfit put together it was nine thirty and I was exhausted from the day. I decided it would be best to get a good night's sleep so I slid into bed and within minutes was out cold; dreaming thoughts of Sage as I drifted off.