Teacher's Education

Chapter 01

My name is Renee and I'm a slut. I know that sounds like I'm introducing myself at a Sex Addicts Anonymous group. The truth is it took me a long time to admit I am a slut and even longer to accept and embrace that this is who I am. If you ran into me on the street or at work, you would be hard pressed to recognize my secret double life. I'm just 23 and a petite five feet tall. I'm barely over 100 pounds, some days, and am a grade school teacher. I look like an innocent little girl, except for my breasts. I developed early, as they say, and while a 36C chest might not qualify as massive, on my tiny frame they are impressive. Growing up I had plenty of attention from all the boys in my neighborhood.

That's not to say I was a slut from the beginning. That was definitely a learned behavior. My parents were very strict and I didn't really rebel against them until I got out from under their control when I was in college. No, I wasn't a virgin when I became a Freshman, but I wasn't exactly knowledgeable either. I was looking forward to finding out more about sex. As is so often the case, the boy who popped my cherry wasn't very knowledgeable and I knew sex had to be better.

I spent the first two years of college studying hard and dating inconsistently. Nothing serious and they had to take me out at least three times to get anything. Usually it was just a blowjob. I found that I really liked sucking cock and the power it gave me over the boy, especially if I swallowed his cum. I didn't mind doing that. I found I liked the taste of cum. But I wouldn't let them know that. I liked them thinking it was a treat if they treated me well. I stayed together with a few of them long enough to let them in my pants, but generally speaking, the encounters were not overly satisfying and I usually ended up fingering myself afterward for satisfaction.

That all changed during my Junior year after meeting Tony, a Senior. I met him at the gym. I went a couple of times per week, it was free for students after all, and if I had a type, it was athletic guys. Tony was definitely a gym rat. He had a sculpted body and had to be 6' 4" tall. He towered over me. I liked that. From the moment I saw him I wondered what it would be like for him to pick me up, throw me on his bed and use his height as leverage to pound my tiny pussy. I mean, you can't be that tall and not have a big cock right?

I already felt squishy between my thighs when I first caught his attention. I'm sure he had girls throwing themselves at him all the time and when he smiled at me, I melted. I slept with him on our first date. He did take me to dinner, but afterwards he drove back to his apartment without even asking me if that was OK. It turned out he rented an apartment above a garage behind a house near campus. There was an old, rickety staircase in the back that led to a 1br apartment. He acted as if there was never a question that I would join him, even though I assumed he intended to have sex. To be honest and to my shame, there wasn't a question in my mind that if he wanted sex, I would give it to him.

The apartment wasn't huge, but it looked clean and it wasn't as messy as I expected. There was a couch and TV in the living room along with a small round table I assumed was used for meals along with a galley kitchen. I doubted Tony cooked too much, but it was functional. I asked to use the bathroom and I took a quick look at the bedroom as I walked down the hall. Everything seemed normal.

Tony was waiting for me on the couch when I returned. He put his arm around me as I sat down. I snuggled against him. I felt safe beside his massive frame. We didn't kiss and we didn't talk. Two minutes later he began to unbutton his belt. I reached over to help, unzipped his pants and fished his rapidly hardening cock out of his pants. I was about to go down on him, joyfully I would add, when he moved his arm and took hold of the back of my head. He pulled it down to his cock and slipped it into my waiting mouth. That was the first time a man had "forced" me to go down on him. They usually begged. The difference was not subtle and I loved it.

I started slowly licking and sucking his cock, but he preferred to hold my head and fuck my face. That was new to me too and I loved it more than him pulling my head into position. You'll forgive me if I assumed he was going to shoot his load quickly leaving me to finish back at my place, but he wasn't my usual date. After a couple of minutes, he pulled my head back, leaving a long trail of saliva between my mouth and the head of his cock.

I now assumed he was going to jerk off and give me a facial. That was never high on my list of satisfactory ends to a blow job, but if he wanted to shower me, I was OK with it. Do you get the sense that I was OK with him doing anything at that point?

Well he didn't jerk off. He stood up, now really towering over me as in my sitting position I was below his still hard cock. "Strip," was his one word command. I was unbuttoning my blouse before he finished the word. I think he liked looking down on me as I did as he ordered. The blouse was easy. I had to stand to remove my skirt. After I did, I reached out and started stroking his cock to make sure it stayed ready for me. He looked down on me and said, "the bra and panties too."

I'd almost forgotten them.

When I was naked, he positioned me on my knees leaning over the back of the couch. He still hadn't asked if I wanted this. I suppose it was obvious. I felt the head of his cock rub against my labia. I tried to raise up as much as I could to give him a better entrance angle. When he pushed into me, I suddenly realized what the other boys I'd been with lacked. Experience. Experience and leverage from being 16 inches taller than me.

That night I came harder than I ever had before. I had no need to finish the job when I finally crawled into my bed hours later. Tony had worn me out. I didn't realize it that night, but when I woke up sore the next morning, I came to the realization that he had fucked me the way I needed to be fucked. It was something I couldn't ignore.

I called him that morning and told him I wanted to see him again. He told me he would let me know when. I knew he wasn't a great conversationalist, but I didn't expect to be a one night stand. But I decided to give him a few days before getting upset enough to dump him. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me again that much.

By the time he called three days later, I was extremely horny and didn't question him when the entire conversation consisted of an order to be at his apartment at 10pm that night. Although I hated myself for showing up, it didn't last long when he ordered me to my knees and started taking his pants off.

Round two was even better than round one. It didn't take me long to realize I was addicted to his cock and the way he treated me. He would call and I would drop what I was doing to rush over and fuck him. A feminist I was not. But a girl with a happy pussy? That I was.

You may be expecting me to tell you that he shared me with his friends or even another woman. But that didn't happen. The kinkiest thing he had me to was agree to always wear a skirt with no panties, except at the gym. Soon not wearing a bra was added to my standing instructions. Fortunately my girls were firm enough to not really require support. He liked having me available whenever we were together and away from his apartment. There I just stripped naked as soon as I was inside the door. Even if we didn't fuck, he liked having me naked while he remained clothed. It was a power trip for him and one I found I enjoyed.

Was he seeing other girls? Probably. But his cock was always hard for me and at least on those days when he called me, he was dedicated to my pleasure. That was good enough. College isn't for lifelong commitments and he made my body purr. But all good things must come to an end. The school year ended, my grades having slipped because I was fucking Tony so much, and he graduated. We talked a few times over the summer. OK, we had phone sex because I missed him and he liked the sounds I made when I came. But it was obvious a long distance romance wasn't in the cards. At least I'd learned what I wanted when I went back to campus in the fall.

Chapter 02

Summer was not as spectacular in the bedroom department as I had hoped. I was back under the yoke of my conservative parents so I wasn't going to be bringing home any studs to ravage me. In fact, pickings were rather slim in general in my town. I had a few quality hookups, but let's just say I was looking forward to returning to campus for my senior year for more than my classes. The first two nights back at school found me in the gym looking for Tony's replacement. But there was nobody I saw that interested me. Actually that isn't 100% true. There was one guy, a little shorter than Tony, who was lifting weights. He checked all my qualification boxes, but he had a tall, beautiful blonde with him. She was obviously his girlfriend. Damn. I didn't have the self esteem to try to lure him away from her.

Night three found me at the student union catching up with some friends. We talked about our summers, our plans after graduation, our boyfriends or lack thereof. Just typical girl talk. It was great to catch up with them after three months apart. Our conversation was waning and I was preparing to head back to my dorm. Yes, I still lived in the dorm for economic reasons. Just as I was getting up, a student janitor (I lived in the dorm so I didn't have to work) walked by pushing a garbage can.

He was OK looking, but normally I wouldn't have given him a second look. Then he said, "You're Renee, right?" I was taken aback. I didn't recognize him from any of my classes. Why did he know my name?

"Um, yeah," I responded cautiously. He held out his phone. It had my picture displayed on the screen.

"I'm a friend of Tony's," the boy said. "I'm Don."

I chuckled. His parents naming him Donald seemed right. My first impression was he was a geek who sat home playing video games.

"Tony asked me to give you something," the mystery boy continued. "Can you come by the office for a minute?" He pointed toward a door near the entrance to the student room.

I'm sure my friends were shocked when I went with him. Normally leaving with a stranger would be dangerous. But then again, how much danger could I be in 30 feet from the table. I followed Don and watched with anticipation as he unlocked the door. I was trying to guess what Tony had given him. We hadn't sexted or had phone sex for over a month. As far as I knew, he didn't have any naked pictures of me either. I was drawing a blank on what he could have given Don. I didn't have long to wait.

Once inside the office, Don turned toward me and before I could react, grabbed my wrists. Paralysed by the shock, it was easy for him to lift my arms, push me against the door and pin my wrists above my head. I could have screamed, but my mouth was busy returning his very aggressive kisses. I was winded when he stopped. My heart was pounding, my breath was ragged and my pussy, well you know what was happening down there.

"Leave your arms above your head," Don commanded as he released my wrists. He then unbuttoned my pants. As he pulled them down, he added, "Tony said you were not allowed to wear panties. Don't let it happen again."

Since I wasn't wearing a skirt, I sort of forgot that rule. I wasn't out looking for the next Mr. Right Now, so it had not seemed important. In my case, always wear clean underwear in case you get in an accident had turned into never wear underwear in case you want to fuck.

Anyway, Don rubbed my pussy through my panties. I moaned, pulling my arms down and wrapping them around his neck. He grabbed them and slammed them back against the door.

"I told you to hold them still," he hissed. This time I did and he pulled down my panties. I stepped out of my jeans and then my panties. I watched as he tossed my panties into the garbage can. I suppose I didn't need them anyway. He then unbuckled his pants and slid them off. I did smile when I saw the tentpole stretching his tighty-whities.

We had a frenzied fuck and Don was definitely in charge. It didn't last long enough, but the feeling of him pinning me against the wall and then lifting me by hooking his arms behind my knees was spectacular. Each thrust pushed me harder against the cold metal door. He wasn't worried about my pleasure, I can always tell, but he had no idea how much I really enjoyed being taken like this. Or maybe he did. Tony had obviously told him to find me so he probably told him why and how to get in my pants.

Tony started grunting the grunt of impending orgasm too soon. I'd had a tiny climax, but I knew I'd be finishing the job back in the dorm's shower. Before he came, he lowered my legs and pushed on the top of my shoulder. He didn't have to verbalize what he expected. I dropped to my knees and sucked out every last drop of cum from his cock. It felt wonderful to have hot sticky cum splashing into my throat again. He may have lacked stamina, but he came a lot. Even an accomplished cocksucker like me had a bit leak out onto my lips. After I had properly cleaned him and he pulled out, I used my finger to scoop up the remnants and then sucked my fingers clean. Kneeling on the floor and looking up at him, I felt happy. He then took my picture with his phone and asked for my number.

I felt very slutty walking back to my friends with a belly full of cum. They questioned what Don had given me, but I just smiled. That night in bed, I wondered how long it would take before he called me. As it turned out, it was Saturday afternoon and it was just a text message with an address and a command to be there at 9 that night. I had a date scheduled with a new guy, but I cancelled it. A cock in the hand is worth two in the bush, as it were. I showed up on time in a short skirt and t-shirt. No panties or bra, of course. They would just get in the way.

Don had a larger and nicer apartment than Tony's place. It was three bedrooms in fact. He obviously had roommates, although they were not home. Other than some small talk and pleasantries, Don quickly led me to his bedroom and made short order of removing my simple clothes. He then told me to lay on the bed and play with my pussy. He may not have had the greatest cock, but his domineering attitude worked wonders on my psyche. I loved playing with myself while he stood over the bed watching me. It wasn't long before I felt the first pangs of a building orgasm began to flow through my body. I wondered if this was some teasing plan he had and that he would make me stop. But he didn't. Maybe he felt bad that I had not cum last time he fucked me. Whatever his motivation, I was soon rocking back and forth on his bed. I'm glad his roommates were not home because my cries of passion were loud. They couldn't have missed what I was doing.

As I lay on his bed recovering, Don took his own clothes off. His cock was at half staff and I gladly took him in my mouth when he offered his dick to be sucked. He got hard very quickly. I was proud of myself. He then rolled me over and took me doggie. As you know, that's my favorite position and there was no question my pussy was ready for him.

He lasted longer than last time. I considered that a win because two (and three) orgasms is always better than one and especially better than none. I was braying as he pounded me over and over. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit. As orgasm number two overtook me, I thrust my butt back against him to maximize his depth. I was surprised that didn't trigger his orgasm, but he kept fucking.

Usually I am very sensitive after a couple of orgasms. I definitely like to pause after cumming for a few minutes. But Don would not be denied. He kept going like he was the Energizer Bunny. Orgasm three hit at most a minute later. I was extra sensitive. Still he didn't stop.

I have read about women who reach a state of almost continual orgasm. I felt like that could happen to me as orgasm four began to quickly take root. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately as my clit was starting to hurt, Don had reached his limit. He didn't make it to my mouth this time. As he pulled out, he pushed me over to my side and I opened my mouth in preparation for another big load. But as he was moving into position, a thick stream of cum rocketed from his cock and splattered my tits. Not that I minded the coating of warm sticky goo, but it did make it harder to scoop up to put in my mouth. On the plus side, it made me feel degraded, something I had learned to embrace.

Don collapsed onto the side of the bed. He was spent. I had the impression he was done for the night. I thanked him for the fuck, got dressed and left. Walking back to the dorm, I felt used. His cum was drying on my chest and there were wet spots on my blouse. My pussy was tender, although I loved the cool night air blowing up my skirt. And yes, I looked forward to the next time he called. It had only been a few days into the fall semester but already I was transitioning from my Education curriculum to my Teen Slut curriculum.

Chapter 03

Over the course of the semester, Don took me under his wing in my slut studies. Even at the gym, I didn't wear panties any more and he would somehow find me on campus at seemingly random times to check my compliance. If we were able to sneak someplace private, or at least semi-private, he would finger me to orgasm. It never took long, I am ashamed to say. He even started taking me to movies and restaurants with secluded booths just so he could make me cum in public. That wasn't even on my sexual bucket list, but I soon learned to crave the feeling that we might get caught. It was definitely a thrill.

Speaking of getting caught, Don's roommates were now home when we fucked and they even joked about my cries of ecstasy. I'd come out of the bedroom to find them on the couch and have to complete the walk of shame on my way out. Sometimes I would hear one of them with a girl in their bedroom. Once all three of the guys were having sex in their respective rooms at the same time. I'm sure the neighbors heard everything that night.

One night, after I left Don practically comatose after a vigorous cowgirl session, I was getting ready to leave and Sam, one of the roommates, was standing next to his bedroom door. He pointed at me, curled his finger and then walked into his bedroom. He didn't wait for me to acknowledge him. I suppose he didn't need to since he knew I did anything Don commanded and figured he would have the same access to my body.

Apparently Sam's date was a bust that night and he needed me to cure his blue balls. Sure he could have just jacked off, but a blowjob is so much better and I certainly didn't want to turn down another big load of cum. He sat down in his desk chair and I crawled across the room to him. I knew he would like that and it fed my need to feel slutty.

While I was sucking him off, I imagined I was under his desk while he was working, making calls, doing business. I'd try to make him moan when he was on the phone. His student desk wasn't really big enough for me to crawl under as it was full of storage boxes, but I liked the idea. I didn't expect him to fuck me, although I was willing. He did give me a nice mouthful of cum. I savored the aftertaste as I walked home.

Clearly he told Tim, the other roommate, because the next time I fucked Don, both he and Sam were waiting for some personal attention. I blew Tim first. That reignited my arousal knowing that Sam was waiting. This time instead of kneeling in front of him, however, he laid me on my side on his bed with my head on the edge. He then stood there and fed me his cock. It was much more comfortable than being on the floor. It also gave him access to rub my kitty. I liked that. I lavished attention on his dick while he rubbed my clit. I prayed he would last long enough for me to cum.

It was close, but I think my orgasm triggered his. That in turn triggered mine to go to the next level and continue longer as he filled my mouth. I was sure Don knew his roommates were using me but he didn't mention it and I certainly didn't feel guilty. None of them were marriage material in my mind so we were just having fun.

By the time the next Friday rolled around, Don had me strip as I entered the apartment. Tim and Sam were in the living room and watching. My pussy was quivering with anticipation. Alas they didn't gangbang me, at least not that night. They were gentlemen and took turns in the privacy of their own bedrooms. It was degrading that they drew straws for the order in which they fucked me. Sam and Don also chose not to cum in my mouth, to my disappointment, and instead gave me facials. Tim got a dirty girl with dried cum on her face since he went last. He didn't seem to mind. He added another load and I figured our night was over. But I was wrong.

I was directed to sleep on the couch, naked of course, and if I was needed the boys would wake me. Of course they did. Tim was first, about 2am. We didn't go to his room. He had me blow him while he sat on the couch. I stopped before he came and begged him to let me climb on top of him. Needless to say, he was fine with that. I rode him cowgirl for a bit and then turned around and did him in a reverse. I must admit this was for my own benefit hoping he would shoot his load on my ass instead of my face.

A side benefit was I got to see the look on Don's face when he walked out of his bedroom, roused from his slumber by the moans of a girl getting the cock she craved. Sam made a similar entrance and they watched me rut on Tim's happy dick.

After that, it was basically a free-for-all for the next couple of hours. The boys didn't seem distracted by being naked in front of each other and I was more than capable of keeping the two guys who were not fucking me hard and ready for their turn. Sometimes this was via a spit roast blowjob and other times it was simultaneous hand jobs. Whomever was fucking me I begged to bang me as hard as he could, but to stop before he came and tag out. I wanted this to go on as long as possible.

In the end, I got four more juicy loads (Tim came twice) and I lost track of how many times I had cum. Don had to leave for an early shift, so he let me crash in his bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. It was after noon when I woke up, sore and sticky. Sam and Tim were nowhere to be seen so I jumped in the shower. Before I finished, though, Sam appeared in the bathroom. He was naked and hard. I gave my first shower blowjob. Tim appeared just as Sam finished. He brought me back to his bedroom and fucked the daylight out of me. As you can imagine, I spent the rest of the day there. Don returned about 2pm so I was passed around for either blowjobs or sex as often as the guys could get hard. Young men may cum quickly, but they get hard quickly too.

When I finally arrived back at the dorm Sunday morning, my roommate wanted all the details. Telling her got me wet again. It was off to the shower to wash away the evidence and freshen up in case the boys called me over again.

The rest of the semester broke down like this. I'd study my ass off Monday through Friday at about six. Then I was off to the boy's apartment where I'd strip as soon as I was inside the door. Then we all would fuck like rabbits until Sunday afternoon. Then they boys wanted to watch football and I served them as their maid. The first week I did this naked. Then they bought me a French Maid's costume. It was fun dressing up for them. If they liked opposing teams, somehow I was always the payoff to a bet on the outcome. That always felt stupid to me as I would fuck them all anyway, but apparently it was fun for them to "win" me.

Sometimes Tim and Sam had dates and would even bring their girls back to the apartment for private time. They were good about calling in advance so if we were fucking in the living room we would go to one of the bedrooms. It was a good system. Don never dated on the weekends. Maybe he felt responsible for bringing me into the group so he made sure I had all the attention I needed. I think he saw other women during the week. That was fine with me. I was determined to finish strong with my grades and as much as I missed a steady dose of cock midweek, I wasn't going to screw up my future.

A few times a friend or two of the guys stopped by unannounced. They would usually find me in the living room sucking or riding a cock. They were always invited to join the festivities, something by this time I welcomed. One weekend Don arranged for my first true gangbang. Seven guys joined Don, Sam and Tim in the total destruction of my pussy and mouth over three hours. In case you're wondering, I didn't do anal at that time, although I admit I was surprised that mattered to them. I spent a lot of time riding one guy, blowing another and giving handjobs to two more. Another weekend, Don was out on a date when I arrived. At least that confirmed what I suspected. Tim was gone as well but Sam was ready to party. We headed into his bedroom and for the next couple of hours he wore me out.

When I finally walked out of his room heading to the kitchen to get some water, I heard the unmistakeable sounds of fucking coming from Don's room. I wasn't jealous, but I was curious. I snuck over to the door, which was shut, but the knob was not latched. As a result I could silently open it just a bit. For all the sex I'd had the last two years, I'd never watched two other people getting it on. She was a short redhead and she was bouncing up and down on his dick.

You know how in porn movies you see a girl masturbate while secretly watching somebody else fuck? Well, it doesn't just happen in pornos. Since I was already naked there were no clothes to get in the way and when Sam left his room and noticed what I was doing, he joined me. He stood behind me, fondling my breasts and fingering my pussy. His cock was nestled against my ass and I figured it was only a matter of time before he got hard again. I wondered if he would try to fuck me standing outside the door.

He was doing a fine job with his fingers and I was struggling not to moan. But that was a losing battle. Eventually I let the sounds of pleasure slip loud enough to get Don's attention. I'm sure he left his door ajar in order to get caught, although I don't know if his lady was part of his plan. He waved me into the room. Sam followed. The girl stopped bouncing, preferring to sit on his cock until whatever was going to happen, happened. She said, "Hi Sam," confirming my suspicion that this might have been a setup.

I know you want me to say the girl and I had an amazing 69 while the guys watched. But that didn't happen. She did dismount and Don told me to suck him off. I knew that was about me tasting her pussy juice on his rod, but I was happy to get his sweet reward even though she had earned it. Don't feel bad about her though. Sam took her back to his room, now sporting a hardon I had helped create and gave her a good, if the sounds were to believed, fuck. After cumming in my mouth, Don needed some recovery time, but he eventually fucked me again.

The girl spent most of the night and the guys traded off with us. We never made out or tag teamed the guys. We all did fuck in the living room in front of each other. I thought it was amazing. When I woke Saturday morning she was gone and the rest of the weekend was just the four of us. I never did have sex with a girl in college. This was my best chance, but it wasn't in the cards.

The rest of the year went pretty much the same until graduation rolled around and I got a celebratory gangbang. Eight guys participated this time. By the time I walked across the stage in my cap and gown (no panties of course) I could barely walk straight. In my mind I had already decided once I got a job I'd have to settle down. My life as a slut wouldn't be welcomed in any school. I wasn't sure how I could go back to normal, but I knew I would have to try. Of course I still had the summer before I'd have to really worry about that.

Chapter 04

I found a good job teaching high school math. I was always kind of geeky in math, so the content was not a problem. The issue was I was between four and eight years older than my students. It wasn't a problem with the younger kids, but I had a couple of eighteen year olds and well, I was going through a dry spell in my personal life and some of them were really cute. One in particular was very handsome. He had been left behind before so he was also nineteen, a senior and needed to pass my class to graduate. I admit, I did fantasize about him when I masturbated. I pictured telling him in order to pass my class he had to lick my pussy. The problem was, besides the obvious don't fuck students one, he wasn't too smart and had discipline problems as well. If I could have put him in time out, I would have and I told him so. The rest of the class laughed, but he seemed pretty steamed. It seemed to work though, and for a while he was better behaved.

As for feeding the needs of my secret slut life, it wasn't easy. As a new teacher, my reputation was not set and I didn't want to risk my future employment possibilities. But that didn't mean I could go without sex, the wilder the better. What it did mean was I would have to look outside my town for potential partners.

I dressed conservatively most days at school. A knee length skirt and a nice blouse that didn't show my tits. I dressed conservatively, you might say, like a teacher should. Some days I even wore panties, but usually only when having my monthly visitor. On Wednesdays though, hump day, the skirt was shorter and the blouse was a button up variety to easily be opened and reveal a deep, braless cleavage. Right after school, I would drive about an hour up the interstate where there were several truckstops and seedy bars. Teacher Renee would definitely be out of place at these bars, but Slut Renee fit right in. As night fell, the truck stops filled up with long haul drivers who were reaching their daily time limit. Frequently they would end up at one of the bars. I don't know how many times I ended up in the back of a sleeper cab. They were not the most comfortable, but the drivers generally had very full balls to fill my need for cum. They also didn't have an expectation that I would spend the night.

Saturdays were spent similarly, although I had the ability to dress sluttier and had some local talent to choose from as well. If my first conquest didn't satisfy, I could also go back and find another suitor. A couple of times the trucker even put a call out on his CB to others in the lot to help me. I know they were shocked when I wasn't charging them. These encounters kept me satisfied for a few months, but then things changed for the better.

It was a Wednesday, so I was in my usual short skirt and sans underwear. I was looking forward to my trip out of town to get some fresh cock. But then I was reminded during the staff meeting that tonight and tomorrow were parent teacher conferences. Shit. I'd forgotten. Scheduled from 4-9, each set of parents had 20 minutes allocated to them and then we had a 10 minute break. Of course most of the parents talked beyond their 20 minutes so if we had a few minute break that was the exception, not the rule.

I had a small office, like most of the teachers, off my classroom. The parents of my good students had not signed up for a meeting because they didn't need it. As a result, the meetings were very repetitive. "Little Timmy is struggling and needs a tutor..." Substitute Johnny, Billy, etc for Timmy. I was soon exhausted, but it was 8:20 and I only had one more meeting to go. I could do this.

Remember Jeff, the troublemaker I threatened to put in time out? It turned out he was Jeff JR and his dad was a formidable man, not unlike Tony in stature. Even his introduction and hand shake was firm with a deep baritone voice. I was taken aback and had to regroup myself to talk about JR. He was a student that really did need help, although I was more aware of my rapidly dampening pussy that JR's record in class.

Jeff SR had piercing blue eyes and kept them locked on mine as we talked. Most of the dads would sneak peeks at my chest, but not him. His eyes were almost hypnotic. After I got through the robotic part of my presentation about JR's challenges in class, both academically and behaviorally, SR raised his hand to stop me.

"I'm more concerned with you telling JR that you wanted to put him in time-out," he told me. I started to explain, but a stern look from him silenced me.

"I'm sure you agree that would be humiliating," he said more as a statement instead of as a question. Again his eyes told me not to answer.

"In fact," he said pointing toward the dark corner of my office behind my desk, "I think you need to experience it for yourself so you understand the problem."

Did he just tell me he was putting me in a time out? My pussy, which had been wet, suddenly became a flash flood. This definitely had not been in the teacher manual I got at the start of the year. But acting on instinct, I stood up and slowly moved to the corner.

"Raise your arms above your head and put your face against the wall," he commanded. I obeyed.

"Now spread your legs to shoulder length," was next. I did it. My pussy felt exposed, although I knew it was still covered by my skirt.

I couldn't see him, but I heard him stand up and walk behind my desk. I expected him to grab me. But he didn't. He moved his mouth next to my right ear. I could feel his hot breath. That sent a shiver down my spine.

"My son says you are a very naughty girl who does wear a bra to school. Is that right?" he whispered in my ear.

I struggled to answer but finally answered, "No." Then I felt his hands on my shoulders. Had I been facing him I would have expected him to push me to my knees like Don had done in the janitor's office.

"I don't feel any bra straps," he said with a triumphant tone. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

I couldn't answer. I felt ashamed for having lied. I should have known he would have caught me. What I wanted was for him to lift my skirt and fuck me. Instead I felt his strong hands slide down my shoulders and around my body to cup my tits. He squeezed them firmly, but not hard enough to be painful.

"I think you're lying to me," he said. I still couldn't talk. I could hardly breath.

He continued to toy with my breasts. My nipples hardened as expected and I wished he would unbutton my blouse and play with them.

"JR also says you don't wear panties in class," he said as if he was passing sentence on me. In the matter of two minutes he had undone me. I went from in control of my meetings do diving into my slut space. I knew I'd have to give JR a good grade to prevent my reputation in school being trashed. He then released my breasts, my nipples aching for his touch, and grabbed my wrists. I was more than ready for him to push me over my desk and take me right then. But he didn't. He pulled my hands down and behind my back until they were even with the hem of my skirt.

"Raise it," he commanded.

I wanted to cry. They would have been tears of joy. I knew I had been missing this kind of treatment in my life. I lifted my skirt. He didn't specify how high, but I knew he meant high enough to check whether I had on panties or not. This time when he reached around me, his left hand found my pussy. His index finger slid up and down my pussy lips a couple times, I suppose to verify I was leaking. Then he curled it inside my ready for him fuck hole. I swooned and pushed my ass back against him.

"Not so fast little one," he whispered again in my ear. "What happens to bad girls when they don't wear panties?"

"They get fucked!" I quickly responded.

"Only if they earn it," he responded. "What else?"

I had to think for a moment. Then I didn't want to reply. I ended up stammering my answer. "The the they get sp sp spanked?" I finally whispered.

I had hardly finished the sentence when his right hand crashed down on my tender ass. I dropped my skirt, but was held in place by his left hand and his index finger still deep inside my pussy.

"Lift the skirt again," he said calmly. There was no anger in his voice. Just the command. I raised my skirt again.

I am still shocked he didn't fuck me. How could he resist me? I got ten spanks on each ass cheek and his finger had me climbing the wall. I was nearing orgasm when he stopped, removed his finger and walked back to the chair next to my desk. He sat back down. I slowly turned toward him, my face flush with the embarrassment of how easy it had been for him to take control of me. Even if he wasn't going to fuck me, the least he could do is let me suck his cock.

"I think we understand each other now," he said. I didn't understand anything. Was he talking about giving his son good grades?

He stood to leave. While he got up, he pulled out his wallet. I was afraid he was going to give me money. I might be a slut, but technically I wasn't a whore. I was actually offended. But he didn't hand me money. He gave me a business card.

"If you want to continue this discussion, give me a call or send me an email," he said. I was back to not talking. I watched him walk out of my office. My pussy was throbbing and my breasts were demanding attention. I looked at the clock. It was exactly 9pm. I knew the principle wanted to do a quick recap with the teachers to see how the meetings went. My satisfaction would have to wait. Damn. I walked to the main office with my thighs slick and rubbing together. My clit was crying out for attention. Jeff SR left me unsatisfied and I couldn't wait to get home to finish what he started. I made a mental note - Stop on the way home and get fresh batteries. It was going to be a long night.

Chapter 05

The principal kept us until about 9:40. I could tell everyone else was exhausted. I just hoped my arousal smell wasn't noticeable. I got home just after 10 and was naked and masturbating five minutes later. I swear I could still feel Jeff SR's hand swatting my ass. It wasn't my usual Wednesday night, let myself get picked up and used by a stranger degradation, but somehow it was far more satisfying, even if my fingers and vibe were the source of my pleasure.

By 10:30 I was laying in my bed, spent. Usually 20 minutes would not have been enough to satisfy my lust, but my breathing was labored, my pussy was pulsing but too sensitive to touch again and I felt content.

But as I am sure you guessed, that feeling didn't last. As the sensitivity of my naughty bits decreased, my desire returned. I knew I would have to masturbate again before I would be able to sleep, but before I did that, I picked up my phone and called Jeff. I assumed he had given me his work phone and I was planning on just leaving a message asking for a meeting to discuss his son. Granted that was a veiled excuse to talk about what he had done to me. I was shocked when he picked up the call. The same rich baritone voice that had seduced me earlier echoed through my head.

"Are you done playing with yourself," were his first words after hello.

"For now," I replied. I felt compelled to answer him honestly. "I had to cum after what you did to me."

He went on to ask me what I thought of being put in time out and receiving a light spanking. I didn't realize it had been light, but I confessed I'd already cum three times thinking about it. He also asked me about why I didn't wear underwear. I was truthful and told him that on Wednesdays I usually went out looking for fresh cock.

We talked for about 45 minutes. I found out he and his wife are separated and that JR lives with her primarily, although he spends every other weekend with his dad. He said everything was amicable and that was why he went to the teacher meeting. I didn't tell him I was glad he did. I think he already knew that. Eventually I told him I had to go, but that I hoped we could talk again soon.

"You need to touch yourself again, don't you?" was his response. I softly said, "Yes." The sound of his voice and lengthy conversation about our sex lives had my kitty purring.

"Touch yourself, but do it softly and slowly," he commanded.

The spanking earlier had been new and now being instructed how to touch myself was new as well. SR wasn't in any hurry to let me cum. I was, of course, but I also was enthralled with following his instructions. Basically it was teasing myself by touching myself slowly, mixing in some pain in the form of slapping my tits (another new activity) and rolling over and spanking my ass. I wasn't as firm as he had been. I just couldn't hit myself very hard. There was also a lot of my begging to be allowed to finger fuck myself and grabbing my vibe so I could orgasm.

Several times when I was exceptionally close to crashing over the edge, he ordered me to stop touching myself and lay still. I think he could tell by my breathing how close I was to cumming. This was maddening. I was ready to just hang up and get myself off. But I was also loving being under his control again.

It was close to midnight before he finally commanded me to cum. I had a spectacular orgasm. He praised me when I finally calmed down enough to talk again. Then he told me to get some sleep. It was easy to fall asleep. Unfortunately my alarm was way too early to get ready for work. The day went like most of my days, although I couldn't look Jeff JR in the eyes.

I had another fun (sarcasm) night of parent teacher conferences to look forward to after school. I was not looking forward to it. Certainly tonight couldn't live up to last night. Or could it?

My first conference was at 4pm. I was sitting in my tiny office grading papers and also turning to stare at the corner where Jeff SR had put me in time out. I'd worn a conservative dress today and also a bra and panties. Not that I expected anybody to check for them, but since it wasn't a hunting night I figured I should be cautious. I couldn't risk having a parent notice I lacked undergarments and make a complaint. Thinking about sex had me moist, but thankfully it was under control. That is it was under control until SR called me.

I had about 15 minutes before my first conference. SR asked and I confessed I had been thinking about him, being in time out and that my pussy was wet. He ordered me to stand in the corner again. This time my left hand held my phone and my right hand found its way under the hem of my dress. He ordered me to rub my pussy through my panties. As I did, I knew he wasn't going to let me cum before my first meeting. I also knew I risked filling my tiny office with my arousal scent.

Within 10 minutes did I beg to be allowed to cum? Of course I did. Did I get permission? Of course not. Did I cum anyway? Not on your life. He was gracious and gave me a couple of minutes to recompose myself before my first appointment. Fortunately they were a couple of minutes late as well. He also gave me a standing order to masturbate between meetings but not to climax. As I did, a recurring fantasy of him walking in at the end of the night and fucking me on my desk kept forming in my mind. I felt wicked, but I didn't get caught and all the meetings went fine. The principal didn't keep us quite as long as last night so I got home a little earlier.

I celebrated by stripping and calling SR. He teased me even worse. He also made me get a wooden spoon from my kitchen so he could listen to me snap it against the insides of my thighs. The sting was amazing as was the orgasm he eventually let me have. It was absolutely equal to last night's. He had clearly hooked me with his style. Now I needed to hook him with my body.

Chapter 06

The next morning I sent SR an email with a picture of me in a micro-mini skirt, stockings and a blouse unbuttoned past my breasts. Then I quickly changed to my school attire and rushed out the door so I wouldn't be late. I still didn't see any recognition in JR's eyes that I'd been playing with his dad. I was happy about that. I didn't get a response to my email or any phone calls all day. That was disappointing. Fortunately as I was arriving home, my phone chirped and I saw I had a new email. It was from him. My heart soared. As usual, it was direct and to the point.

"I'll be back from the gym by 11am tomorrow. I expect you at my house no later than 11:15," his email began and included an address not too far from my apartment.

"Wear whatever you want. Unless I have read you wrong, you won't be wearing it for long."

No he had not read me wrong.

"We'll have the house to ourselves until about noon Sunday, so clear your schedule."

OK, that was a bit presumptive, but fine. If things didn't work out, I could always make my regular bar run for new cock.

"Tonight I want you to edge yourself at least three times. Masturbate until you feel you are about to cum, then stop. Wait at least an hour and then do it again. Repeat the process three more times in the morning."

And that was it. That was all he said.

I started doing the math in my head. Dinner first, then masturbation at 8, 9 and 10. I hated the idea of stopping before I came, but it could be fun because it was his task for me. Thinking toward the morning though, if I had to be there at 11-ish and I needed some time to shower, do my makeup and get dressed, I'd have to start his task by 7am. 7:30 at the latest. I'm not used to getting up that early on the weekend.

Rounds one and two went fine, although I didn't realize how hard it would be not to climax. I was not looking forward to round three. Then I got another message. "Facetime me when you start your last edging."

Fuck. He wanted to watch me masturbate and I was sure he would be giving me further instructions and I would melt at the sound of his voice. I did as I was instructed and it was just a matter of minutes before I was climbing the walls and begging for permission to cum. But he didn't let me. When I told him I couldn't stop, he told me to hold an ice cube against my clit. The pain was intense, but my potential orgasm was crushed. He laughed and ended the call. I cursed him, but that didn't stop me from following his instructions the next morning. I like him giving me tasks.

I arrived at his house horny as I'd ever been and wearing the same built for sex outfit I'd sent the picture of the day before. I know he said I could dress however I wanted, but I wanted sex. I was a little early. I sat in my car trying to resist playing with my pussy until his car pulled up. He parked in the garage and I walked up to greet him. It was kind of a preemptive walk of shame. When he saw me, he smiled. I guess my being early belied my desires.

"Come inside," he told me. "We need to talk."

And by talk, he meant he would talk and I would listen. The basic gist of his speech was that he wasn't interested in a relationship and would only be using me for sex. Obviously that didn't bother me. Also, he liked to be in charge. Given how things had gone the last three days, that was obvious too and my enjoying how he conducted himself showed that wasn't a problem either. We did talk about my desires and needs, details about what I enjoyed in bed and my concern that I couldn't be faithful to a single guy. He assured me that wasn't a problem. He said I would be required to be careful about STD, but he wasn't opposed in general to my fucking other guys. He then stood up and took my hand. I felt like he was trying to seduce me, although I was definitely a sure thing. He led me to a door and opened it.

"The basement is my playroom. When you see it, you will understand better what I'm into. I want you to take as long as you want exploring it. Think about what it will mean to continue a relationship with me, even if it is NSA. Come back up when you are done and we can discuss what you find."

I wouldn't say I was scared, but that was definitely weird. What could he have in the basement and why might that scare me off? I came here to get fucked and relieve my pent up need to cum. I couldn't think of anything that would change that.

The first thing I saw as I neared the end of the steps to the basement was a large leather sofa. It looked like a home theater setup. I was sure I would find a large TV on the wall. As I turned to look beyond the couch, however, I found what SR had been talking about. I wasn't exactly scared, although that would have been a reasonable response. What I found was his dungeon. I suppose that was the correct description. What I didn't understand was he made no effort to conceal it. It wasn't in a separate room. Obviously his wife and son would have known it was here. I looked around. There was specialty furniture (that I didn't understand), shelves with a collections of dildos, vibrators and butt plugs, and hanging on the wall, perhaps most ominously, was a series of whips, floggers, crops, canes, cuffs, gags and blindfolds. I didn't understand most of it, so I took some quick pictures and made a mental note to Google how all that stuff was used.

It worried me because I had thought SR was just into spanking and teasing a girl until she had to cum. Obviously he was into a lot more. But was that a bad thing? I still had not fucked him and I figured I should do that before making a judgement on his skills as a lover. And even though I was inexperienced in BDSM (I did know that was what this gear was for) I couldn't help but think I had trusted him this far and loved the last few days. I went back up the stairs and found him in the living room.

"That is quite the playroom you have," I told him. "I don't know what most of it is for," I confessed.

"It's not for everyone," he admitted. "Before we went any further, I wanted you to see what I was into."

"I came here wanting to fuck you," I told him. "You drove me crazy last night. But I'm not sure I can handle the rest."

"There is no rush for you to jump in," he told me. "Let's fuck and then we can go from there."

That is how I ended up naked, on my back, SR pinning my hands down parallel to my head and pounding the fuck out of my pussy. It was glorious. But the fucker stopped just as I was about to cum. Again. Just like last night. How did he know? I was about to curse at him when he slowly slid his cock back into me and then wiggled his hips to force his pelvic bone against my clit. That got my attention.

"What I want, Renee," he hissed, "Is for you to become my submissive." He then gave me three savage thrusts and then again slowed and worked my clit with his hips. I was delirious with pleasure.

"I know how much you want to cum, my pet," he said in a very confident tone. Well 'duh. I had told him that. But his reason for saying that was to tell me he now owned my orgasms and when I came, that was my consent to become his sub. That was hardly fair. He'd teased me to my emotional breaking point and now that I was finally going to get relief, he wanted to have consequences.

"I'll stop, if you want," he told me. "You can go back to being a truck stop slut lot lizard with your unsatisfying encounters. Or you can take your place where you belong serving me. You'll experience pleasures you've never known. You know in your heart that's where you belong."

Although I was doing my best to lift my hips and rub myself on his powerful body, I had to admit he was right about feeling this is where I belonged. I fought the feeling for about a minute. But I was mentally exhausted and I knew in my heart what he was saying was right. I finally had to yell, "Fuck me you bastard! Make me cum! Make me your slave!"

He had not used the term slave. I had heard the term and didn't really know if it was a synonym for submissive. But I wanted to belong to him. Whatever he needed, I wanted to provide. Whatever brought him pleasure would henceforward bring me pleasure. He started pounding me again.

"Call me Master," he hissed. I responded, "Yes Master! Fuck your slut! Make me cum!"

Five thrusts later I exploded.

Chapter 07

I was spent after SR finished fucking me. He kept going right through my orgasm. When he was finally ready to pop, he pulled out and told me to sit up. I was surprised he didn't give me a facial. He came in my mouth instead. As he later explained, he was going to take me out to lunch and didn't want my makeup messed up any more than it was. Putting my slut clothes back on with my post coitus messed up hair and less than perfect makeup, I looked exactly like I felt. Nasty. I was nervous because I always went out of town to play to avoid the risk of being seen by someone I know. SR didn't seem to care about that. When he asked for my phone after going to the playroom to retrieve something, I got even more scared.

"This is a Lovense Lush," he told me, holding what looked like a small vibrator. "You control it with your phone." He was pressing several buttons on my phone and then tapped the screen of his phone several times. He then handed me the egg shaped vibrator and my phone. It was examining it when it sprung to life and even changed speeds. I looked up at SR and he was grinning. He tapped his phone screen and the egg stopped.

"That's right," he said. "I can control it remotely from anywhere in the world."

I was stunned. I had no response.

"Slide it in your pussy and then we can go," he commanded. I definitely wished I'd worn panties. I wasn't about to argue against his first command since I agreed to be his slave, but I knew it would be hard to keep the egg from falling out. After we got in the car he tapped his screen and the egg seemed to be working on some kind of random setting. Speed, duration and even some patterns happened on their own. SR didn't talk while we drove. I just moaned every time the egg turned on. It wasn't strong enough to get me near an orgasm, but it was enough to build my arousal. When we pulled into the parking lot of a fancy looking restaurant I protested.

"I look like a used whore," I complained. "I can't go in there."

"You'll go where I tell you looking anyway I want," he countered. Then he tapped his phone and the egg stopped. "Don't let that fall," he told me. "That would be embarrassing."

Yeah, no shit, I thought.

The restaurant was dimly lit. I suppose that was a saving grace. It actually looked pretty romantic, at least for couples who were in love. The hostess recognized SR by name and asked if he would like his usual table. She looked at me, but I couldn't get a sense of whether she was disgusted by me or maybe I was the kind of girl SR usually brought here. She showed us to a secluded semi-circular booth in back by the restrooms. He told me to lift my skirt as I slid in so I was sitting on the vinyl booth covering. That made it tough to slide in toward the center.

SR slid in next to me and I felt his hand on my thigh. His phone was sitting on the table, but he had not turned the egg back on. Yet. He waited until the busboy brought the water. I caught him ogling my cleavage, but that was the least of my worries. As he examined the menu, although I was sure he had it memorized, SR stroked my thigh, his hand getting tantalizingly close to my pussy. But he didn't touch it. After he ordered for both of us, he turned the egg back on. Thankfully it wasn't very loud and my pussy muffled the sounds further.

This time instead of a random pattern, I watched intently as SR slid his finger up a down a slider control which controlled the egg's intensity. I reacted much as you would expect and spread my legs further hoping to entice his hand to move from my thigh to my clit. We didn't talk about sex. Actually I didn't say much of anything as my mind was definitely occupied.

It was tough to eat as he toyed with me. All I wanted was to get back to his house so he could fuck me again. If I felt self conscious as we walked in, I felt absolutely humiliated when we left. My thighs were slick from the juice leaking out of my pussy, I knew I left a wet spot in the booth, I was worried I'd lose the egg and if SR wanted to bend me over a table and fuck me, I would have let him. As we were walking out, the hostess gave me a knowing smile and waved me over. When I stopped, she winked and said, "You've got a good one." I wasn't sure what she meant, so I just smiled and said, "Thank you."

I squirmed the entire ride home as SR kept the vibe on the entire way, with the caveat that I don't cum, of course. It was close, but I made it. As we pulled into the garage, he turned the egg off and told me to remove it. So much for him letting me cum soon.

"It's time for you to start learning the rules, pet," he told me as we were standing behind the car. I joked that I was distracted so I wasn't sure I was a good student right then. He gave me a stern look and told me to pay attention.

"I won't interfere in your work at the school, but you'll be on call when you are not there." He definitely was thinking beyond today. I liked that.

"When I call you, you will be on time. There is a service door on the side of the garage. It has a keypad lock. Your code will be 0823. When you use that, I will get a notification that the lock opened. That way I will know if you are on time even when I am not home."

My being there when he wasn't home was a bit disconcerting.

He walked me to the side of the garage and had me try the code. I could hear the lock opening. I stepped in and he followed me. When the door shut and the lock automatically closed he said, "You will always disrobe in here. Strip."

I didn't expect that. It didn't take long for me to get naked. He then showed me a box with an unlocked padlock on it sitting on a table by the door.

"Your clothes, purse, car keys and anything else you bring goes in the box and then you lock it."

I opened the box and put my clothes in it. "My purse is in the house," I told him. He said not to worry about it now and locked my clothes away. I suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable. He was fully clothed and I was naked. His height also made me feel small. We walked toward the house door, but we stopped before we went in.

"Any clothes you need will be provided," he told me. Then almost as an afterthought, he reached for a dog collar and leash that was hanging next to the door. Stupid me. I had not seen a dog earlier and until he started putting the collar around my neck, I didn't assume it was for me. He then held the leash and led me into the house.

"You will always wear a collar in this house. You may or may not need the leash. You don't make that decision. You will be told when you don't need it and will be given instructions on what to do if I'm not here. If I am, you will put on your collar and come find me."

My knees were getting weak from the sensation of being led by the leash. He had not touched me, yet I wanted him to throw me down and fuck me again.

We stopped just inside the door and he turned me around to face the door. "If you are here and I am not, I will give you an approximate ETA. You are to wait here on your knees a minimum of 15 minutes before my expected arrival. I make give you a false time to test your compliance." He tugged the leash and I dropped to my knees.

"You will hold the leash and present it to me when I come through the door. You will also be prepared to suck my cock."

The leash thing was a little weird, but the sucking his cock I would enjoy.

"Depending on my plans for you, I may let you bring me to completion, I may fuck you or I may let you suck me for a while, but stop before I cum."

I was down for either of the first two options, although I preferred number two. Number three didn't seem like a good idea at all.

"OK, let's practice," he said before walking into the garage.

He didn't wait long. When he walked back in I handed him the leash. I was looking up at him with my best puppy dog eyes. Then I reached forward and unzipped his pants. Although I had sucked him a couple hours ago before he fucked me and took control of my body and mind, this time seemed different.

As his slave, I felt more possessive about his cock and determined to do a good job and make him happy. Still I didn't want to do too good a job because I wanted him to fuck me again. Still, kneeling before him took on new meaning, especially with the feeling of the collar cradling my neck and him holding my leash. In the end, my feelings no longer matter. If he wanted to nut down my throat, on my face, on my tits, wanted to fuck me or didn't want any of the above, it didn't matter. As it turned out, he went with option three. I was disappointed and felt rejected. Then he led me downstairs.

"Before we go any further," he told me, "you have to pick a safeword."

"What's a safeword?" I asked, trying not to sound like a smartass. I really didn't know.

"Things are going to get intense for you, especially as you learn what you like and don't like. A safeword is something that wouldn't come up in conversation that stops any activity. We would then discuss what was wrong and how to move forward."

That made sense to me. I thought for a moment and then said, "Teddy, as in teddy bear." Teddy bears had always been a safe space for me and made me feel comfortable.

"OK," he replied. "If anything gets to be too much, say Teddy and everything stops."

I got a warm feeling having a Master who cared enough to take my feelings into consideration. I also wondered what might happen that meant I needed a safeword. He assured me he had confidence that I wouldn't use it, but that having it was a requirement before we began. Silly me. I thought we already had begun.

He started slowly with me. I definitely wasn't going to tap out with the first activity. It started with me wearing handcuffs with my wrists secured behind my back. When he led me to the couch, I wondered if he was going to spank me. The leather was cold on my bare behind. I watched as he put a DVD into the player and then removed his pants. He cock had deflated somewhat, but I still saw the outline in his boxers.

I was almost right about him having a big TV. It was actually a video projector. I'd never seen a screen that big in a house. He proudly told me it was 138" diagonal. "Life size," he said.

An adult movie started. It was unlike anything I had seen before. Then I realized that was because it was recorded in the basement I was sitting in. There was a stunning blonde who joined SR. I don't know who was holding the camera.

"My ex," he said.

I assumed he meant his separated wife and not just a former slave. I didn't ask for clarification. That wasn't my job. I watched intently as they demonstrated each of the pieces of furniture. My introduction to impact play was 100% real. He wasn't going easy on her just because they were recording. I now understood why I had a safeword.

"Teddy, teddy, teddy," I kept repeating silently in my head making sure I burned the word into my subconscious. I didn't want to forget it if I needed it.

I was starting to think this lifestyle wasn't for me the longer the punishment of his ex went on. Then, while she was bound to what I learned was a spanking bench, he touched her clit and she had the most violent orgasm I'd ever seen. OK, I had not seen that many, but this one was amazing. SR told me the nerve stimulation from the impact play became an arousal trigger. Suddenly I understood.

As the video went on and SR fucked his ex now supported by a swing, he started stroking his cock. I was concerned he was getting aroused watching his former partner instead of by me. All I could think about was leaning over and taking him back in my mouth or jumping on top of him and riding him until we both exploded. But I sensed that wasn't an option until he ordered it. The video made it absolutely clear that he directed everything.

The video went on for over an hour. My pussy was creamy and needed attention, but I couldn't give it any and SR chose not to. Finally toward the end, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down so his cock slid easily into my throat. Within seconds he flooded my windpipe leaving me choking and gasping for breath. Why did I love that so much? And what else was I going to learn in the next 18 hours?

Chapter 08

After swallowing Master's cum, I was ready for him to teach me more about the lifestyle than just showing me a video. Not that I didn't enjoy that, but I've always learned better by trying things. The first step was being bound to his spanking bench. That was one of the pieces of furniture I didn't understand until I watched the video. It looked like a gymnastic pommel horse. But I now understood I was to bend over it. My handcuffs were removed and I draped myself over the padded top. Because of my lack of height, SR had to adjust the bench's height lower so my wrists and ankles would reach the built in leather cuffs. He quickly secured me. There was no escape from my first real spanking. I'd always assumed him swatting in my office was just play. Now I expect to feel it for real.

The hand spanking wasn't too bad. Yes he was firmer than in my office and yes it did hurt, but I wasn't close to tapping out and using my safe word. The same went for after he switched to a flogger and began working on my back. One major difference was in my position bend over and bound, I couldn't see him behind me. I didn't know when he was going to strike.

He explained that care was needed to avoid the kidney area. The flogger stung more and was a totally different sensation than his hand. It's hard to explain, but it felt like 8 or 9 individual strikes, although they were tightly packed together. As he did it, I started to feel as if my soul was floating above my body.

The pain of what he was doing became disassociated from my body as I felt like I was hovering above it. The pleasure of serving him was manifest in my belief that I was being a good slave for him. Then he switched to what I would later learn was a bamboo rod. The entire pain/pleasure dynamic ended in one strike to the backs of my thighs. I screamed for the first time and almost cried out teddy.

"Just a couple more babygirl," SR told me. "You're doing great. I want to give you three on each thigh. You'll understand soon."

That was the first time he called me babygirl, I think. I liked it. He was old enough to be my father and I felt like a little girl being punished for something. I heard the swoosh of the cane just before a blinding flash of pain rocketed into my eyes. I screamed again and started crying.

I was a balling mess four strokes later, although Master was a man of his word and stopped after six strokes with his cane. That was six too many as far as I was concerned, but I'd survived and didn't use my safe word. I heard his phone camera click and then he walked in front of me.

Looking at the picture, it wasn't my pink ass that caught my attention but the three parallel bruises on my thighs. The spanking and flogging made my skin blush. Tenderized if you will. My ass and back were warm to the touch as the blood flow moved near to skin level making me sensitive to the touch. But my thighs were another matter.

Although they endured fewer strikes, they had lines that were turning purple. Obviously blood vessels had been broken. At the same time, the precise locations the cane had impacted gave my thighs a unique look. The lines were not haphazard. They were precise. Just like SR. I kind of liked the effect, although not the cause.

The other thing I noticed was that SR was hard again. While I hoped his recovery time was that short and keeping me naked inspired him, I had the feeling that our impact play was the catalyst. No matter what the cause, I rejoiced when he kept me cuffed to the bench and fucked me from behind. It wasn't a long fuck. I had learned to expect that he liked to tease me by giving me a taste of what I craved, but damn.

The rest of the day was spent with me learning about the different devices in the playroom and my taking the first small plug in my ass. It wasn't as bad as I had always assumed. I also got fucked to orgasm while wearing the plug and in a sex swing. I had not seen the swing when I first investigated his dungeon, but he brought it out and hooked it to a big eyebolt in the ceiling. That was wonderfully fun and even wearing the small plug made me feel extra full.

We didn't go out to dinner. We ordered in and I got to greet the delivery driver naked. I think I made his night. Alas I did not get to share SR's bed with him. That was disappointing. Instead I spent it in a cage. At the end of his king size bed, he had a custom piece of furniture that looked like a storage chest. Upon closer examination, it was actually a cage with a memory foam mattress cut to fit. It wasn't quite a twin size, but it was large enough to be at least passably comfortable. I was so tired I quickly fell asleep and didn't wake until Master's hard penis brush up against my lips. He was kneeling in front of the cage and pushing his cock between the bars. He only let me nibble the head for a couple of minutes. He knew I needed to be released to pee and shower.

Sunday, after showering, first alone to get clean and then with SR to wash him and suck him off when he invariably got hard, found me cooking and serving breakfast. Then, after clearing off the table and doing the dishes, be bent me over the table for another spanking and another doggie style fuck. I could learn to love that as the spanking warmed me all over and made me ready for him to enter me.

I knew our time was coming to an end for this weekend, but before I left he put me over his knee for a final spanking. This time after I warmed up, he switched to a paddle. That dispersed the impact over a larger area so I think it hurt a little less than his hand, but the sound was much greater and echoed off the walls. I found that to be oddly erotic. His hand didn't get tired as fast either so I got many more strokes. He didn't make me count, but I would guess it was at least 50 on each butt cheek. Needless to say, my pussy was a mess when he finished, but he chose not to give me relief.

He walked me to the garage and unlocked my clothes. He then dismissed me without a goodbye kiss. That was a disappointment. I know I agreed that this would be NSA and that emotion need not apply, but after 24 hours of being his slave, I thought I at least deserved a kiss and maybe a thank you for being such a freak. Oh well. Life goes on.

The first thing I did when I got home was look at my ass in a mirror. It still felt warm, but I saw only telltale signs of bruising. My thighs were still marked from the cane, but the lines were fading. The skin was raised in tiny bruises. I didn't need to masturbate that night. My needs were satisfied. At least for now.

The next morning I looked at my ass again because it still felt tender. Now it was covered with bruises. Apparently they had formed over night. My butt was purple and when I touched it, it reminded me of what I'd done. I smiled. Each time I sat down, in the car, in class or in my office, I remembered what a naughty girl I had been and how Jeff SR proved he could tame me. I also looked forward to the next time he summoned me.

Chapter 09

I admit I was distracted at school on Monday. I could still feel Master's hand on my ass. By the time I got home I was desperate to see him again. I sent him an email with a picture of my bruises hoping to inspire him, but I didn't get an answer. I was worried he'd already given up on me. Thankfully there was a message Tuesday morning.

"Dear Pet," it began. "I can't see you until tomorrow. I want you to edge at lunch today. Don't do it in your office. Do it in the teacher's bathroom. Tomorrow arrive at my house at 7."

I was immediately nervous about being ordered to masturbate in the teacher's bathroom. It wasn't private. There were three stalls. It turned out that the risk of being caught (thrill?) was too much for me and I accidentally came. OK, it wasn't an accident. I got to the edge quickly and I couldn't stop. Another teacher came in, fortunately just after my orgasm. I don't think she could hear my labored breathing. Even if she did, I was able to leave while she was still in the stall next to me so she wouldn't have known I was there.

Before my next class I sent Master an email confessing my transgression. He didn't answer again. I spent the next 30 hours worrying. On the plus side, I didn't feel the inspiration to masturbate again before I arrived at his house. As soon as I entered the garage, however, I started getting aroused.

On the box I had been instructed to put my clothes in was a fishnet bodystocking. I'd never worn one before. It looked tiny, even by my petite standards. Fortunately it was very stretchy and it hugged my body like a glove. There was no mirror, but just looking down my torso at how it cradled my boobs, I could tell it was sexy. I then walked over to the door where my collar and leash had been hung last time. There was still a collar, but no leash. The collar was thinner than last time and it was pink with a little bell on it. It was more girly than slave. But OK. Then I noticed a set of cat's ears hanging on the wall. The collar made more sense now. I quickly clipped them into my hair. I also found a riding crop hanging on the wall. I assumed I was in trouble for cumming when I edged. This must be the form of my punishment. Having to bring my own implement of punishment with me was delightfully naughty. I grabbed it and walked through the door. There I found a note with more instructions.

"I want you to put the crop in your mouth and crawl to me. I am in the living room."

I felt a tingle go through my body.

Since I was supposed to be a kitten, I added a wiggle to my crawl as I rounded the doorway into the living room. SR was sitting on the couch, still in his suit from work. He looked so handsome and powerful. Technically I wasn't naked, but I was close. His being clothed and my lack thereof again reinforced my position in this relationship. I loved it.

I crawled in front of him and then sat up in a kneeling position. I didn't speak since I still had the crop in my mouth. He told me to cup my breasts and hold them as an offering to him. I gladly did that.

"Do you know why you are going to be punished?" he asked. I started to mumble an answer, but I didn't want to drop the crop. Fortunately he took it from my mouth.

"Yes, sir," I answered right away. "I came without permission."

"That's one reason," he replied. "But there is a more important reason."

I sat there dumbfounded. I thought except for my one transgression that I had been a good girl. What other mistake had I made? He waited for me to answer. There was at least 30 seconds of awkward silence. Finally the answer came to me. I should have known it already.

"Because you want to punish me?" I answered. I shouldn't have said it as a question, but he didn't seem to mind.

"That is correct. While you will certainly make mistakes requiring correction, there will be times I punish you just because it pleases me. From what I know about you from last Saturday, your punishments may become rewards for good behavior. When you are bad, I may not touch you."

That sounded fucked up to me, but in a way I could see that he might be right. The short times he didn't respond to my emails were pure torture. Even now, kneeling in front of him, I was getting anxious for him to start my punishment. Having me wait and express my needs was worse than any sting I'd felt last Saturday. Finally he told me to bend over again on my hands and knees and to make sure my ass was high in the air. That meant my face would be pressed to the floor.

Master walked around my body as if surveying it. He tapped the crop on my ass in different positions as he did.

"I was a bad girl, Sir," I said on his second circle around me. "I need to be taught a lesson."

I quickly felt the snap of the crop on my right butt cheek.

"You will be taught a lesson when I am ready to teach you a lesson," he scolded me.

Fuck that excited me. Now I was having to wait for my punishment. In fact, he sat back down without saying another word. The TV was on, but he had muted it when I crawled into the room. Now he turned the sound on again. He was watching a baseball game. I could only wait patiently. Fortunately at the end of the inning, he turned the sound off again. I hoped that was because he wanted to hear my yelps, screams and moans. The next strike wasn't too hard. I made a kind of contented whimper.

From there, he moved his targets all over my body. My back was clearly in range and even the backs of my thighs were not immune, but my ass took the brunt of the swats and also the hardest ones. He also slid the crop between my legs to tease my labia. I felt glorious. The pain was inconsequential to the feeling that I was serving him.

By the time he told me to roll on my back, I was sure my entire backside was pink and tender. I could feel the heat on my skin and it wasn't just the heat in my pussy. I wondered if he was going to fuck me right there on the floor. He wasn't. My punishment wasn't done.

He told me to lay with my arms and legs apart in a spread eagle. Even with the bodysuit I was wearing, I felt completely exposed and vulnerable. He walked around my body several more times as if he was assessing what he wanted to do. We both knew he had already decided and his movements were just for show and to build my anxiety. The joke was on him. I was only anxious for him to use the crop again and/or hopefully fuck me.

Surprisingly the next snap of the crop was to the palm of my left hand. As he kept circling me, my right hand and the bottoms of both feet received similar treatment. My tummy and inner thighs were popular targets and were my breasts. He really liked using the crop on my breasts. My pussy was strangely ignored until he began teasing my labia again and then gave my clit a series of very light taps. No pain was involved. Just a little attention that I was desperate to receive.

"I want to watch you masturbate," he told me. "Since edging is a problem, do it for me now."

I felt doubly exposed as I started to rub my pussy. I know I shouldn't have felt that way given everything that happened in the last week, but there was something about laying on his floor with my legs spread and masturbating on command that really got to me. I had to shut my eyes. I started with my legs spread, my right hand rubbing my pussy and my left arm still stretched out to my side. But it wasn't long before my left hand felt compelled to massage my tits. With my eyes shut, I felt like my consciousness was floating above my body. I could see myself just like Sir was watching. It was like I was watching my own live sex show.

As my arousal built, I floated higher. I couldn't believe how quickly this man had captured my soul. I heard myself moan. I knew I was supposed to stop, but I didn't think I could. Subconsciously I think I wanted to cum so I would be punished again. While I certainly loved to orgasm, that felt like a means to an end of having my Master get pleasure from punishing me.

A hard snap of the crop against the back of my right hand brought me back to reality. I immediately opened my eyes, moved both of my hands back into the spread position and didn't say a word. Neither did he. I hoped I had pleased him by stopping and going back to a wide open position.

"You were about to cum Renee," he said.

"Yes, Master," I replied. "Thank you for stopping me. I don't think I could have done that on my own."

"I will always try to protect you from disappointing me," he said. Then he asked, "Who owns your orgasm?" I felt like that was a rhetorical question, but I answered anyway. "You do Master."

With that he started tapping the crop on my clit. I moaned. He tapped a little harder. I thanked him. Then he rubbed my clit with the tip of the crop. I tried to hump my hips up for more contact.

"That is much better, pet," he told me. "I will decide how and when you cum."

That didn't sound like my relief would be anytime soon. But then a strange thing happened. He started hitting my clit with more force. Just a little more at first, then harder. As he did, I felt myself starting to float again. The sting on my clit from its punishment went, well, straight to my clit. Soon I was rocking my hips side to side, although I was cautious not to move my hands or legs. The more force he used, the more the sting turned me on and the further my mind drifted away.

Later I would do some research into what I was feeling and would learn it was called SubSpace. At the time, I thought of it as just my soul being fed something that had obviously been missing in my life. No matter what it was called, as my Master continued to add force to the strikes on my clit, my arousal continued to build. Yet I didn't feel I was at risk of cumming again without permission. Yes, I screamed, much to his enjoyment I might add, as his strikes became very hard. Yes, I moaned, also much to his enjoyment, when his strikes were more like love taps and he slid the crop against the length of my pussy. But I never felt that I would climax. At least not until he commanded it.

That happened some minutes later after five of the firmist hits directly on my engorged clit. The strikes were painful. There was no question about that. They shouldn't have been arousing. But they were. Again, taking punishment for his pleasure had me so deep under his control I didn't understand it. But when I heard the words, "Come now slut," they meant more to me than any previous partner who told me they loved me. He snapped the crop firmly again, and I orgasmed. I orgasmed hard and I orgasmed long. He kept hitting me with the crop, now alternating between my clit and my nipples, and I kept cumming. I couldn't stop. Each sting of the crop brought a lightning bolt of pleasure through my body. I never wanted the feeling to end.

After my soul shattering orgasm, Sir didn't give me another command right away. I simply continued to lay spread eagled on the floor basking in the afterglow of his "punishment." I now understood how he could say punishment could be a reward. He turned the sound back on the baseball game while I continued to float in some weird astral projection in another dimmension. I would have stayed at his feet awaiting his next command all night. That is if the doorbell had not rung about ten minutes later. I had not noticed him ordering food, but perhaps he had done it online before I arrived for delivery now. Even though I ate dinner before I came over, I was hungry. I looked up at him for approval to get the door as I had done last Saturday. I was not ashamed to be seen wearing the bodysuit. I'm sure my face was glowing.

I started to get up, but he corrected me and said, "crawl." Of course. I should have known better.

Chapter 10

I crawled to the front door then reached up to unlock and open it. As I pulled it open, I backed away enough to allow the door to open and then sat up in a kneeling position. Since I was obviously a kitty tonight, I lifted my hands as if they were paws and held them in a bent wrist position in front of me under my tits. If I had shocked the pizza guy last Saturday, I wanted to give this delivery driver a bigger thrill. The surprise was on me. Standing at the door was a man I'd never met, but it was clear he wasn't delivering food.

"What do we have here?" he asked. "Who are you?"

With questioning eyes, I turned my head to look at my Master. He simply nodded. Even with his blessing, it took all the emotional strength I had to answer.

"I am Slut Slave Renee," I said weakly.

"Hello Slut Slave," he replied. The fact that he didn't say my name was not lost on me. "I am Ted. I am Jeff's neighbor. May I come in?"

He sounded gentlemanly and charming. But I doubted he was there for idle chit-chat.

"Of course," I said, dropping back to my hands and knees and crawling backwards to give him room to enter. I had planned on waiting and shutting the door, but Ted did that so I turned and crawled back to my Master. Ted had a perfect view of my punished ass. As I neared the couch, my Master stood up.

"I have some work to do," he announced. "Pet, Ted's wife never sucks his cock, so I promised him a blowjob. Come to the office when you are finished."

So Ted hadn't used my name and my Master technically didn't give me a command to suck his neighbor's cock. Both talked as if I was just an animal. In many ways, that was what I had become. I was just a sexual animal there for their pleasure. I turned my head toward Ted and motioned for him to sit on the couch.

Why did his wife not suck his dick? I don't know. He seemed nice enough, I found his crotch to be well groomed, clean and his size, although nothing to write home about, was perfectly adequate. Then again, I'd been thinking with my clit for a while now, so I could have just secretly been wishing he would flip me over and fuck me.

I did my best to give him a quality blowjob. That was something I knew how to do. And based on the volume of jizz he shot into my mouth, I'm sure he was pleased. After I cleaned him off, he stood up, tucked himself away, patted me on the head and left. Well maybe my Master will fuck me.

Unfortunately he really was working in his home office and had no interest in playing further that night. I didn't understand how he could resist fucking me. Sitting on his desk was the next size up of butt plug. It was almost as wide as his cock. I could tell I was almost ready for him to deflower my back door. He ordered me to insert it instead of doing it himself. It hurt a bit as I stretched to accommodate it, but eventually I succeeded. He then told me to wear the bodysuit home. I was thankful that he said I could do it under my clothes. I didn't think my neighbors would understand me walking into the apartment building wearing only fishnet. Master gave me one more command before I left.

Handing me a business card, he told me, "This number is a Google Voice account I use. I like it because I can put it on do-no-disturb when I am busy. I know you will have the need to masturbate tonight. I regret that I don't have time to properly fuck you. You have my blessing to get yourself off, provided you do two things. First, leave the plug in until you are done. I'll let you decide how long to wear it. Second, when you are about to orgasm, call that number. Either I will pick up, give you permission to cum and then get to listen or it will go straight to voicemail. If that happens, you have my approval to cum, but don't hang up until you are finished. Do you understand?"

I understood he had given me permission to cum when I got home. That was good enough for me.

The drive home with each bump sending a shockwave through the butt plug was interesting. I'd like to say I remained in control enough not to masturbate the moment I got inside my apartment, but you know that isn't true. I'd like to say it was more than a couple of minutes before I dialed the number Master gave me. That isn't true either. At least it really was his voicemail and not somebody else. Unfortunately he was probably still working, although the sound of his voice and a personalized message to me helped cushion the rejection.

I'd never recorded myself orgasming before. I'd not even thought about it as a kink. I left two more messages that night before finally removing the plug and passing out. I expected to wake to a congratulatory text message, but there was none. I wondered if I did something wrong and the voicemail didn't record. At noon I got an email with the first recording attached. I felt so dirty hiding in my office playing the sound with my phone held up to my ear so nobody in the hall might accidentally hear my moans and cries of passion. I taught the afternoon with a very wet pussy.

That weekend was the time Master had his son so I knew I was on my own. I went back to the bars by the truck stops. I found a guy I thought might be able to sate my needs. He was fine. Perfectly adequate. But my expectations had changed. I had to play with myself again when I got home. I left four messages that night for my Master. Thankfully I figured I could see him Wednesday. Unfortunately he commanded me to edge every night until that time.

Every night I thought about disobeying and bringing myself off. I even dialed the number more than once. It was on speed dial at this point. But each time I thought about the pleasure of serving him and was somehow able to hold back. It turned out, my Master had plans to punish me on Wednesday anyway. Not for any particular reason, but because he could and he knew I would love it.

Maybe it would have been worse if I had disobeyed him. Maybe not. But I ended up bound to the spanking bench and flogged until I was dripping. Then my Master inserted the biggest plug I'd ever taken up my ass. Tonight must be the night he is finally going to take me there I mused. But he wasn't quite ready for that yet. I felt him slide the Lush egg into my pussy.

"I need to finish some work," he told me. "Don't let the egg fall and don't orgasm."

The way the bench was positioned, I couldn't see behind me, but I heard him walk up the stairs. The egg was on its random setting and I could feel its buzzing not only in my pussy, but in my ass as it resonated through the plug. I shook against the chains holding my wrist cuffs to the bench in a vain effort to break free and get myself off. But that was not in the cards. Finally I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I prayed Master was going to fuck me and let me cum.

Without a word, I felt the plug being tugged. Thank God. He was finally going to take my ass. After the plug popped free, I felt the cool gel of lubricant being drizzled down my asscrack. Then I felt a finger rubbing it around my sacred hole greasing me up. My body snapped taught when he pushed a finger inside of me to further spread the lube. The chains made a clunking sound. I moaned and my pussy juiced around the egg. Then I felt the head of his cock.

It was weird, in a way. His cock felt very different as he pushed into my virgin ass compared to when he fucked my well used pussy. I knew my ass was tighter than my pussy, but I was surprised how the head of his cock felt wider than I was expecting. Not in a bad way, mind you, but different. He was insistent. He didn't rush or slam his cock into me, but he didn't stop and try a second time either. I was surprised how easily I opened up for him. And when he finally did start fucking me, I saw stars.

I'd done the research and knew a woman's ass had more nerve endings than her pussy. And even though I had read posts from women swearing that anal was the was to go, I wasn't prepared. Yes there was some initial pain, but very little and you know that pain turns me on anyway. Really it was pure pleasure as he repeatedly pounded his cock into my rectum. The egg didn't hurt anything either as he turned it up to high and left it there. My first orgasm was so hard when I contracted my muscles, squeezing his cock like it was in a vise by the way, the egg shot out of my pussy.

But that didn't slow Master down. He kept hammering away and within a minute I came again. And then a third time. The usual multiple orgasm sensitivity of my clit was missing. I wanted him to fuck me forever. But all good things come to an end and eventually I felt his cock swell. He pushed as deeply inside my ass as he could and bathed my bowels in cum. It felt wonderful. As he pulled out, I wondered if my ass was gaping. I figured it probably was. I'd seen pictures of that before and I'd always wondered what it would feel like. I also knew I'd have cum leaking out of my ass. That was pretty exciting and I wondered if he had video recorded our session. I kind of wanted to watch it since it was historic.

I wasn't struggling against my bindings as I was spent. I did feel the plug being pushed back in my ass. I realized this would hold the cum inside of me. I mewed in approval. Then he walked around the table. I saw his cock first, realizing he expected me to lick him clean. A lot of women I read posts from when researching anal sex would never do ass-to-mouth. But others swore it wasn't actually that bad. I didn't have much of a choice so I didn't pitch a fit. Plus in my post orgasmic haze, he could do anything he wanted. As my eyes focused on the cock in front of me, I realized why it felt so different. The cock head was indeed bigger and more mushroom shaped. I looked up and saw JR grinning back at me. When I opened my mouth in shock, he slid his cock into it.

I suppose it was inevitable that my Master would share me with his son and JR sure knew how to fuck. Giving him my first A2M wasn't exactly my preference, but it wasn't that bad. I hoped my oral ministrations would keep him hard, after all young men have short recovery times, but he joked that he had math homework to do and left me tied to the bench. The egg was still buzzing on the floor when his dad finally came back. He didn't seem embarrassed to have played this trick on me. He simply uncuffed me.

"Leave the plug in until you get home," he commanded. "Then call me."

I sensed our kinky time wasn't over just yet and I was right. At home, Master had me switch to Facetime. He and JR watched as I removed the plug and then spooned out the remaining cum from my ass with my fingers. Of course I then had to lick them clean. When I was done, I masturbated on cam for their pleasure and my own. I came again, but it didn't compare to when JR took my ass.

As I am sure you figured out, this wasn't a one time thing with JR. He never made a move on me at school, but every time I looked at him in class, the humiliation of what he had done and my anticipation of what he would do to me flooded my brain. JR wasn't the only family member to join my service plan. SR's ex (Beth) showed up the next Saturday.

Nobody was home when I arrived so I was kneeling at the garage door, naked and collared in the method I had been instructed. When the door opened, the woman I recognized from my orientation videos walked into the house. She wasn't surprised by me, although I was surprised by her. I'd been set up again.

I knew she was submissive, but that apparently only extended to her husband. She was perfectly happy to switch and have me as her naked slave girl. I knelt between her legs while she sat on the couch much like Ted had done. She taught me how she liked to be eaten. When Jeff SR and JR got home, I found out she was submissive to JR as well as my Master. I had not realized she was actually his step mom. When SR started my training, he had given her to his son. They rented an apartment so he could train her as he wanted instead of how her dad kept her. That was my job now.

Beth and SR reconciled soon after and I became the slave maid of the entire family. I kept teaching, now sans underwear everyday, but after school I would head to their house where I would change into one of several maid's costumes. I kept the house clean, cooked their meals and served them in the formal dining room. Usually I would be ordered under the table to provide oral pleasures.

Sometimes Beth joined me if both guys needed relief and sometimes I ate her pussy. After dinner you usually found me in some combination of service to all of them and new friends were always dropping by on weekends. I was living my slut dreams and my submissive core was being fed. On the outside I looked like a prim and proper teacher. If only people knew...