Training Teacher

As I began pleasuring my Mistress, I tried to do to her pussy what I liked having done to me. Mistress shivered from my tender stroke as I shifted from gentle to harder pressure. A shiver of joy went up my spine when I heard her say, “That’s it slut...do what a slut is born to do....what a slut is trained to do...lick your Mistress’s pussy.” As her moaning increased, I felt her nylon leg move onto my shoulder, pulling my face deeper between her legs. My face was now buried in her wetness, and I began to focus on her clit. Her secretions trickled down my chin and down her thighs as my attempt to make her come seemed to be working.

She demanded, “Don’t stop slut, don’t you fucking stop.” I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her leg quivered on my shoulder. Suddenly she made an earth-shattering scream and came, her juices spraying all over me. My face soaked, I continued to lick her clit as her body went through spasm after spasm, her orgasm seeming to last forever. I stayed between her legs, savouring her delicious nectar as I brought here to a second softer orgasm. I felt her cum dripping from my chin as her orgasms subsided and she finally removed her leg from my shoulder. My Mistress was silent for what seemed an eternity as she took a few sips of her wine. I knelt before her obediently, awaiting further instructions.

Finishing her glass of wine, my Mistress finally spoke, as she commanded, “Follow me, cunt.” Somewhat forlornly, I noticed she had not showed me a sign of approval for my obedient and dedicated pleasuring of her. I began to stand up, but was scolded, “No whore, crawl like a dog.” I obeyed, completely humiliated, now being treated like a family pet. Yet, I got on all fours and followed my Mistress.

I crawled up the stairs and we ended up in a mammoth bedroom, the king-sized bed looking like a shrine in the middle. I crawled to my Mistress’s feet, and she bent down and petted my hair. “Good girl,” she cooed as if I had just done a trick. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I felt degraded, humiliated. I was a strong, powerful woman, someone who inspired others; yet here I was being treated like a family pet. I should have been angry, and yet I was eager to please even more. I desperately wanted her approval. I wanted nothing more than to please her. It made no sense, but I no longer seemed able to follow logic. I was her slave and wouldn’t even consider disobeying any order, no matter how extremely mortifying.

I watched her as she disappeared into a huge walk-in closet. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she was wearing a strap-on cock and was carrying a large silver tray. She walked past me and put the tray, with an array of toys and lubes on it, on the table next to the bed. She commanded, “Slave, get on the bed now.”

I did as instructed. My Mistress joined me on the bed, and I did not struggle or protest as she grabbed my arms, quickly handcuffing me to the headboard. A feeling of complete helplessness hit me as I lay there bound. Up until now, I at least in theory could stop this descent into servitude and obedience. But now I was completely at the mercy of a woman who had humiliated me in public, chastised me as a teacher and forced me to be her whore. She reached back to the tray and returned with what I would soon learn was a butt plug. It was a thin black toy and I watched her lubricate it generously. Once she had lubricated it, she asked me, “Have you ever had anything in your ass?”

“No,” I answered, my fear clearly expressed by my facial expression.

“Well, today is a day of firsts then, my pet,” she said rather casually. “First, you become my new submissive slave, second you eat pussy, and now I get to take your anal virginity.”

I began to protest, when she roared, “Don’t you ever fucking question your Mistress. If I want to share you with my friends I will. If I want you to service the football team you will. If I want you to go to a glory hole and suck cock after cock you will. Don’t you fucking get it, you stupid fucking bitch? I own you. I own your tongue and mouth. I own your pussy. I own your ass. I own your entire body. Don’t you ever make me repeat a command again or you will be punished in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.”

Her mood swings alarmed me. My eyes went wide in fear at her fiery rage. She slapped my legs apart and not-so-gently pushed the lubricated toy in my ass. I yelped loudly, tears in my eyes, but said nothing out of fear of triggering more of my Mistress’s anger. The pain in my ass burned and unlike stories I have read online, the pain was not simmering away. It burned like Hell. Mistress watched my facial expressions in amusement, before simply getting off the bed and leaving the room.

As I lay in my Mistress’s bed, I pondered my predicament. How had I gone, in only a couple of hours’ time, from being a confident teacher ready to deal with a difficult parent, to being handcuffed and naked in the same parent’s bed? Replaying the evening in my head, I couldn’t pinpoint any one moment that was the turning point. It seemed like a domino effect, where once the first domino fell; there was no stopping the chain of events that were destined to follow.

The pain in my ass still burned, yet my pussy was also on fire, but a very different kind of fire. I desperately wanted to come, hoping such pleasure would dissipate the extreme burning in my ass. Unfortunately, I was helpless in every sense of the word; helpless to please myself and helpless to reject my Mistress. I had to accept that my life had changed dramatically in only a couple of hours. And there was no going back. As I considered this, I wondered if I would even want to turn back the hands of time if I could. On the one hand, the answer was obvious. Of course, I would. A couple of hours ago my life made sense. I was happy, oblivious to the submissive side of me. On the other hand, I had never been hornier as I had been these last two hours. The feeling of pure joy when I made my Mistress come was inexplicable. A sensation so intense filled me when I satisfied her.

When Mistress returned she carried in her hand a cucumber, a very lengthy cucumber. She tossed it on the bed and went back to the walk-in closet. When she returned a second time, my spirits crashed when I saw what she had now. It was a video camcorder attached to a tripod. I worried about what her intentions could possibly be as she set it up. If such a video was made public, my career would be over. I nervously watched, praying for a miracle that would help me not end up humiliated on video. Alas, it was not to be.

She returned to the bed, the strap-on cock still waving from her midsection. She explained to me, “Hannah, you need to be punished for questioning your Mistress. You need to understand there is a consequence for any sort of disobedience.” She took the handcuffs off and announced, “You are going to make a brief video for me; one that will be handy if you ever disobey me again.”

Terrified, I didn’t dare question my powerful Mistress. She went to the camera and directed, “I want you to tell me a fantasy as you fuck yourself with the cucumber. Of course, you will keep the plug in your ass.” My fear became reality as I understood what was expected of me. As I considered what to say, Mistress added, “And make it believable, slut.”

I sat up, whimpering as the plug lodged in my ass pushed deeper up me. The hot burn returned in full force as I reached for the lengthy cucumber. I rubbed it on my clit as I wondered what she wanted to hear. I considered making up a different fantasy, but was worried she would somehow know.

So I began telling my most prominent masturbating fantasy as I placed the cucumber at my very needy pussy. “I am somewhat ashamed to admit this. But seeing my ex-students as 18 year old young adults is very exhilarating. Usually, I don’t think of them as sexual objects, but lately I have been. Maybe it is because I have not had sex in a year, but my pussy has had that special tingle on a few occasions of late. Watching the high school drama play had my pussy damp. Watching the boy’s basketball team at state championships had me masturbating that night, thinking of them all celebrating by gangbanging me. And just last week when we had Homecoming and many former students returned, all dressed to kill, I was so horny that I ended up going to my classroom and bringing myself to an orgasm.” I had the cucumber half way inside me now, and was slowly moving the vegetable in and out. My shame was fading as my horniness took over. Looking directly at the camera, attempting to be sexy, I continued, “So all this week my fantasy has been about being seduced by an ex-student or students. I fantasize about being forced to suck his cock, to swallow his cum, to be made to ride his young, stiff cock all night long.”

My moans began to get louder as envisioning this fantasy got me extremely horny, as does the vegetable that is now two-thirds in me. I began pumping by pussy faster and faster with my veggie fuck-toy, desperate to have my long eluded and forbidden orgasm. As I began to feel the orgasm build inside me, I heard my Mistress’s harsh words, “Don’t you dare come, slut!” I looked at her with pleading eyes. When I got no sympathy from her, I stopped fucking myself and closed my eyes as I concentrated on not coming.

The prevention of such joy was incredibly difficult and it took all my will power not to come. My mind was a mess as my desire to come overtook any sort of logic. I felt hands on my leg and opened my eyes to see my Goddess of a Mistress looking at me. Her sweet smile was back. She whispered, “All good things come to those who wait.” She took the vegetable out of my gaping hole and placed it in my mouth. I understood what was expected of me. I opened my mouth to suck my juices from the cucumber. I was wrong, I quickly learned, as my Mistress instructed, “No my whore, eat the cucumber.” Although surprised, I obeyed and began eating the juice-coated cucumber. It took a couple of minutes, but I ate half the vegetable, the half that had been inside me. My Mistress took the rest of the veggie and tossed it carelessly on the tray. “Do you want to come, my slut?”

“Desperately,” I answered, urgently.

“Who owns you?” she asked, testing me.

“You do, Mistress,” I answered, knowing it was true.

“You will do anything I ask?” she questioned, sceptically.

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded and added, hoping to please her, “Ì am yours to use as you see fit.”

Seemingly happy with my obedience, she decided to test my servitude. “So do you want me to fuck your ass with this cock?”

The true answer was no. What I really wanted was her to fuck my pussy, but I knew that was not the answer I was expected to give. So I lied and answered, like a good whore should. “Yes, Mistress, please take my anal virginity with your big hard cock.”

Mistress ordered me to get on all fours, again, and pulled out the plastic plug from my ass. The liberation of the toy was a great relief, which was apparently going to be short lived as I felt my Mistress’s hands on my ass. The toy, to my great surprise, was thrust into my cunt instead. I moaned in pleasure as she fucked my tight pussy. I began bouncing back on the cock, taking all seven inches of the toy in me. Just as the fucking was really getting me revved up and hot, my Mistress pulled out and placed the head of the toy at my ass. Disappointment and frustration filled me, as I needed to come more than I ever had before. She spread my ass cheeks apart and whispered, as she leaned forward, “Ready to have your ass fucked now, Hannah?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, nervously, willing to obey any command if it got me closer to my long-awaited orgasm.

Mistress, pushed forward, slowly opening my tight ass. The plug had prepared me for a cock, but only slightly. The strap-on was longer and wider than the butt plug. The fiery burn returned as my ass attempted to open up for the big hard plastic cock. My moans of agony were muffled by the pillow that I was biting to help control the pain. I lay there, trying not to tense up. My Mistress slowly pushed the cock deeper into my butt. I don’t know how she did it, but as she began to slowly pump the toy in my ass, I felt a vibration on my clit and then in my cunt. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but a fast-paced pulsing was now inside my pussy bringing with it thrilling sensations of pleasure. The pain still burned in my ass, but the contrast of the toy in my pussy helped me focus on the pleasure building in my cunt instead of the fiery pain in my rectum. Mistress began to fuck my ass, not fast, but with a constant rhythm. Each thrust went just a bit deeper, creating each time another sharp round of intense pain. Yet my body began to fill with an ecstasy I can’t explain. I began moaning and again my orgasm began to build inside, apparently ignoring the assault on my ass.

The steady ass-fucking and slow build-up of my orgasm continued for minutes until I knew it was incredibly close. I begged, like the fucking slut Mistress had turned me into, “Mistress, can I please come?”

I couldn’t see her face as she thrust even harder, but I heard her question. “You want to come from getting fucked in the ass?” She then scolded, “Only fucking sluts come from getting their ass fucked.”

Way past the point of return or caring, I blurted, “I am a slut. I am your fucking whore. Please fuck me to an orgasm. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” she asked, curiously. The cock lodged deeper in my ass than I could possibly imagine.

“Yes, anything Mistress,” I moaned in desperation.

“Good, I have the perfect plan for you,” she said as she pushed me onto my belly and began fucking my ass harder and faster. The pressure of her body on me, along with the vibrations of the toy in my pussy, was too much. The moment Mistress said those special words, the words I was dying to hear. “Come my slut, come for mommy,” an intense orgasm immediately exploded throughout my entire body.

I felt tingles from my head to my toes as the long awaited orgasm weakened every fibre of my existence. Mistress kept pounding my ass as I continued through an everlasting quake. I said so many inappropriate things as I finally felt what real bliss was: “Yes, fuck my ass harder, Mistress,” and “Oh My God, fuck, fuck, fuck,” and “Your slut teacher is coming, Mistress.” Eventually, and to my great disappointment, the orgasm did eventually come to its conclusion and I lay on the bed, dripping in my own sweat and lying in my own cum. Mistress pulled out of my ass and pulled out what I would learn was a vibrating egg.

I was exhausted, but Mistress was relentless. She crawled back onto the bed, placed her pussy in my face, and demanded I service her again. I repositioned myself and lowered my head into my Mistress’ divine temple. I began licking as Mistress informed her new slave of her many plans for me. “So, my slut Hannah. Did you know that Karli turns 18 in two days?” I looked up from my submissive position as she continued, the question apparently rhetorical. “Yes and I have decided to give her the best present in the world.” She paused for dramatic effect, her eyes targeted on mine. Then she announced, “Her own slave.”

Even after everything that had occurred tonight, this declaration stunned me. I stammered, praying and hoping I was not the slave in question, “Not m-m-me.”

“Of course you, my pet. She asked for you and I always give my children what they want,” she explained.

This revelation had me even more bewildered. “She asked for me?”

“Yes. We were discussing Devon’s behaviour problems, which by the way, there will be no more of, when she declared that she thought that you were hot. Well, one thing led to another, and I finally concluded that you would be the perfect present for her 18th birthday; her very own submissive, obedient, pet teacher.”

“S-s-she knows about this?” I asked, mystified.

“Oh no,” my Mistress said, “She was just talking to me about you generally. She will be ecstatic when she unwraps you. It will be a surprise for her when she and her friends hit the mountains this weekend.”

“Unwraps me?” I mindlessly questioned, my head spinning from this new predicament.

“Now, don’t you worry, Hannah. I know you have a daughter and a career. But if you obey like a perfect slut slave should, I will protect you like you are one of my children. On the other hand, if you don’t obey, I will crush you in a way you can’t and don’t want to imagine,” my Mistress explained. Her voice was not angry or threatening, yet her message was clear: don’t fuck with her. “Can you get your ex to watch your daughter this weekend?”

“It is already his weekend,” I answered.

“Excellent. That is amazingly convenient,” she said, yawning. She continued, explaining other plans for me, “In three weeks, I am having a special party for some of my very special friends, and you will be one of our maids for the evening. You will wear an outfit like Mrs. Chung did and serve all the guests as they need it.”

“Oh,” I said, unsure what to say to such a declaration, knowing any such resistance would be futile. My mind was busy pondering the meaning of the word ‘special’ that she had emphasized twice.

“Now get back to your snack, slut,” my Mistress declared.

I returned to licking Mistress’s pussy as I considered what lay in store for me. The road ahead was terrifying and humiliating and yet, as I considered being a submissive plaything to a group of 18 year olds, my pussy began to rev up again. When I considered being a maid, I wondered what it would all entail. Would it be just a regular party? Or a lesbian sex party? Or perhaps a swinger’s party? The excitement of such wild adventures had me wet again and I licked my Mistress’s pussy with determination as well as enthusiasm.

Her moans increased and she got verbal, “So do you want to be my daughter’s slave? To be ravished and controlled by horny 18 year olds? To be gangbanged by sex toys?” I moaned loudly in answer, and was extremely thankful when Mistress had me lie on my back, whereupon she put her face between my legs as well. Now we could please each other in unison. I had to lift my head, to reach her delicacy, and began licking hers as she began licking mine. One touch of her tongue on my clit and I was in heaven. My moaning increased as she concentrated on my swollen clit. The sweet sixty-nine lasted forever as we both enjoyed each other’s sweet nectar.

Finally, feeling my orgasm simmering near the surface, I moaned, “Mistress, can I please come again?”

A chill went up my back as she gave me permission, “Come for me slut. Come for your Mistress.” She spanked my clit with her hand. The semi-hard slaps sent inexplicable sensations throughout my body as my second orgasm, the first time I had ever had multiple orgasms during the same sexual encounter, ripped through me like a tornado.

I screamed into her pussy, “Yes Mistress, spank your whore, I’m coming!” She continued to spank my clit, each contact sending pulsing quivers of elation throughout my entire body.

Close to coming herself, my Mistress lowered her pussy onto my face and rubbed her wet cunt all over me. Determined to please her, I used my tongue, lips and nose to make her come and soon heard the remnants of a scream and was sprayed by a tidal wave of my Mistress’s cum. She crashed forward and both of us lay on the bed, an orgasmic mess.

The room went eerily silent. The only sound was two women and their erratic breathing as they attempted to recover from complete sexual bliss. Minutes ticked by, until finally my Mistress announced, “One last thing, my pet.” She got up from the bed and went to the dresser.

I couldn’t imagine what else could possibly be left, both of us exhausted from the evening of sexual debauchery. She pulled something from a drawer, returning a moment later. She showed me a black choker, with gold trim and a diamond in the center. She instructed me, “Hannah, you are to wear this around your neck always. It is a symbol of your servitude to me. If you ever take it off, our relationship is over. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, knowing I would never take it off.

She gently put it on my neck and said, “Have you ever seen one of these before?”

I looked at it and answered, “It looks familiar, but I can’t recall where I have seen one.”

She smiled deviously, “Look around while at work tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be able to find several.”

I gasped. “You have other slaves?”

“God yes,” she chuckled, like it was the silliest question she had ever heard, “I have quite a few actually.” She paused and added, giving me a non sexual compliment for the first time, “But none are as damn adorable as you.” She yawned.

I blushed like an innocent school girl as I whispered, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“For what?” she teased.

“For everything,” I said, overwhelmed with what I wanted to say.

Mistress responded, “You’re welcome, my pet.” She looked at the clock and added after another yawn, “You have work tomorrow. We should get some sleep.”

I looked at the clock as well and was astonished to see it was ten minutes to midnight. I then wondered how I was going to get home when Mistress handed me a nightie, “You can sleep at the foot of my bed, my pet.”

I put on the nightie and went to the washroom to clean up. When I returned, Mistress was already in bed. I crawled onto the bed and tried to get comfortable. I tossed and turned until Mistress spoke in an annoyed voice, “Stop moving, slut.” I instantly froze and lay at the end of the bed, like a loyal puppy. I knew, at that instant, that I would forever be her loyal pet, her pet teacher.

THE END...for now...

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Kisses, Jasmine