Slave Teacher
IX.
For the whole afternoon Karen could barely kept herself focused on her
teaching. The two ben wa balls had kept her in a constant state of
arousal, even though she tried to make as little movement as possible.
And when she did have to move around in the classroom, the two balls
sent bolts of excitement through her body. For a couple of times she
almost fell down onto her knees, and had to steady herself by holding on
to a desk or a shelf. She even tried to speak louder than usual, fearing
that her students would somehow hear the noise made by the two balls,
but from time to time, her voice would get weak and tremble. "Are you
okay, Miss Johnson?" a student asked. "Yeah, I'm fine," Karen answered
defensively. "I just have to sit down for a while," she said, taking the
opportunity to sit down behind the desk.
It was only after she had sat down with her legs crossed that she
realized how wet she was. Her g-string was already soaked with her
juices, and now she must have wetted the back of her skirt as well. The
skirt was dark blue, so hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable. While
her mind raced in panic, her body only became even more aroused.
Uncontrollably, she squeezed her legs together, and her breath
quickened. She looked at the clock. Three minutes to go! Oh God, she
thought, I have to wait for the students to go first. With a shaking
voice she continued to teach, until the bell rang at last. "Alright,
goodbye everyone, see you tomorrow!" She tried to speak in a cheerful
voice as much as possible, praying silently that the students could pack
their stuff faster. While she pretended to be busy tidying up her desk,
she was already squeezing her legs again impatiently. Please, just go!
She shouted in her mind as she watched the last student pack his stuff,
her face blushing with excitement. "Goodbye, Miss Johnson!"
"Oh...goodbye, Mike!" Just fucking leave! She screamed in her mind. As
soon as the door of the classroom closed behind the boy, Karen couldn't
help but reached down and pressed her clit while she squeezed her legs
together as hard as she could, bringing herself to a powerful orgasm.
"Ooooooh!" She let out a moaned and collapsed on her desk, gasping.
After she had finally gathered enough strength to get up, Karen tidied
up her clothes and found out that now even the front of her skirt was
wet. She had to clean herself up in the toilet. Covering the front of
her skirt with a textbook, she sheepishly slipped out of the classroom.
"Ah, Miss Johnson, there you are," Karen almost jumped when she heard
the voice of Laura, the principal's secretary, behind her back. "Oh,
h--hi, Laura," "Hi, Miss Johnson, Dr Jackson is looking for you." Laura
was a strong and serious-looking woman in her late-thirties who always
addressed teachers by their surnames, and Karen had always found her
friendly but too serious and old-fashioned. "Wh-what is it all about?"
Karen asked nervously. "I think Dr Jackson would like to speak to you
about your performance. You have been teaching here for what, three
months now right?" "C-Can it wait? I mean, can I go and see him in a
couple of minutes? I just have to go---" "Don't worry, dear," the
secretary interrupted her, "from what I've heard, Dr Jackson has nothing
but nice things to say about you. He'll be busy later and it'll take
just a minute. C'mon..." Grabbing her by her arm, Laura was almost
dragging the reluctant teacher along to the principal's office. Oh God,
Karen thought to herself, just make it quick! And there I'll have to go
and see Ben....
"Ah, Miss Johnson! It's really nice to see you," said Dr Jackson
warmly as he shook her hand, "please, have a seat." Karen felt slightly
more relaxed as she was partially hidden behind Dr Jackson's large desk.
The run with Laura had got her juices flowing again. Now all she wanted
was for this conversation to be over so that she could go to meet Ben,
even though it would mean more whipping and abusing. I don't care, she
thought, just let me come, and take those damn balls out.
"Now, Miss Johnson," Dr Jackson's voice brought her back to reality,
"like I said before, you've created some amazing changes in Amy, and in
general your students all enjoy your classes. In fact, I was told that
they're particularly attentive in your classes." "O-oh really? I-I'm
glad to hear that," Karen answered, hoping that the principal would
never find out the reason why her students were so attentive. "I
understand that you have a very special method to maintain the attention
of your students and to encourage them," Dr Jackson continued, still
smiling warmly. "Ex-excuse me?" Karen asked, the shock had almost made
her forget about the sensation between her legs. "I know, Miss Johnson,
I know," said Dr Jackson, "I know what's been going on between you and
Amy, and I also know how you've helped Mara Lloyd with her Spanish
class, or how you help Mark Simpson with the basketball team. And I
guess I must thank you for your contribution to our school," he said
with a wide grin.
"Oh God!" Karen exclaimed. "Please, Dr Jackson, let me explain..."
"No, you don't have to explain. I know everything. I've seen them," said Dr
Jackson as he took some videotapes out of a drawer in his desk. "You
see, I have installed closed-circuit cameras in various places in this
school. This is a little hobby of mine."
"You could never guess what the teenagers these days can be up
to, and I have to say that I'm really impressed sometimes. And then I
saw Mark and Steve's--how should I call it? Alright, remedial class with
Amy. Much as I would like to join in, a condition of mine made it
impossible for me to perform what I would very much like to do. Which is
a great regret for both me and Laura, whom I dearly love."
Too shock to say anything, Karen just sat in the chair as Dr
Jackson went on. "And then you came along," he said as he eyed her body
lustfully. "With the cameras in the storerooms, the locker room and the
lab, I've been watching your adventure from the beginning. And although
I can't see what has happened in the classrooms and outside the school,
it was already quite enough for me. And I think I have to thank you,
because there must be something special in you that makes me
feel...alive again. Look," smiling contentedly, Dr Jackson stood up.
Following his gaze, Karen saw his raging hard-on, threatening to burst
out of his pants. "Since you are the person who has restored its power
for me," said Dr Jackson as he approached her, "I think it's very
appropriate that you should be more involved with it, right? Otherwise,
you know how I can destroy your career as a teacher. You have got no
proof for your side of the story, whereas we will all support each
other's version..."
"Oh, no, oh, no!" Karen felt like the world was falling apart. A pair
of strong hands grabbed her shoulders from behind, and she was pulled
backwards together with the chair. "Let us look at you baby," Laura
cooed. "Look, Simon! She's already wet!" She exclaimed as she saw the
wet spot on Karen's skirt. "No!" Karen protested as Laura grabbed her
arms and held them together behind the back of the chair. She closed her
eyes and blushed in shame as Dr Jackson came over and lifted her skirt.
"Yes! Look at her, she's all wet!" "No! Please! Let me go!" Karen
struggled frantically, knowing very well what he would discover next.
Laura held her tightly and, fending off her kicks, Dr Jackson slipped
her skirt off together with the g-string. He paused when he saw the tags
of the ben wa balls, and then he burst out laughing. "Look Simon!" said
Laura laughing. "Didn't I tell you? she's a real slut!" "No!" Karen
protested, sobbing. "It was Ben! He put them inside me!" "So this is
what you and Ben were doing during lunch time. I should have installed a
camera in his room too. But you certainly did enjoy, didn't you, slut?"
Dr Jackson grabbed the tags and steadily pulled the ben wa balls out,
drawing a loud moan from Karen. She moaned even louder when he replaced
the balls with his two fingers and began finger-fucking her. "You like
that don't you, slut? You want to come, don't you?" he asked. "Oh, oh,"
Karen moaned and wriggled in her chair. Sensing that her struggles had
subsided, Laura let go of her arms and ripped her shirt off and then
used it to tie her hands behind the back of the chair. "Tell him, slut!"
she said as she grabbed Karen's rock-hard nipples and twisted them.
"Beg him to let you come!" "P-please," said Karen, gasping, "let me
c-come..." "Call him master!" Laura ordered, "tell him you want to be
his slave!" Under both the pain and pleasure, Karen succumbed.
"Please..." she pleaded, "please m-master I-I want to be your sl-slave!
Please! Let me come! Oh! AH!" She cried out loudly as Dr Jackson jammed
his fingers deep into her pussy, and her whole body squirmed and
wriggled as she came violently.
"Should we take her to your place now?" Laura asked Dr Jackson as
Karen slumped on the chair, panting. "Not yet," he answered. "I can't
wait, let's have some fun here first." He then took out a ball gag and
gagged Karen with it. "Now Karen," he said, "as your master, I have a
little gift for you, which is also to thank you for what you've done for
this school." He said, chuckling. With these words he produced a little
velvet case. When he opened it, Karen could see two gold rings inside.
Puzzled as first, she soon realized what they're for when Laura began
caressing her nipples. "Hmmmm!" She struggled and screamed under her
gag. "Simon," said Laura, "I think she needs more encouragement. Can I?"
"Sure," said Dr Jackson as he took out a whip and handed it to Laura, "I
know you've always wanted to try this."
Karen looked at Laura and shook her head wildly. "Stop that, slut! And
take this!" said Laura as she brought the whip heavily down on Karen's
breasts, just above the nipples. "Hmmm! Hmmmm!" Karen winced and scream
in pain as Laura whipped her breasts again and again, until finally she
couldn't scream anymore. "Now, will you accept the gift of your master?"
With her eyes filled with tears, Karen nodded. "Great! Let's get to
work!" said Dr Jackson cheerfully. As Karen watched in horror, he took a
long needle and, pulling out her nipple, slowly pushed it through,
drawing a tiny drop of blood. Karen closed her eyes and moaned in agony
as her nipple was pierced. Pulling the needle out, Dr Jackson
immediately attached a ring to her nipple. Karen was shaking when he
finished with the other nipple, her eyes wet with tears.
"Oh, oh," Karen whined when her gag was removed. "C'mon, slut, thank
you master!" Laura ordered, "or I'll whip you again! I just love to whip
those tits and watch them bounce!" "Oh, no, please!" Karen pleaded, "I
can't take any more!" "Then thank him!" "Oh, yes, yes...." blushing with
shame and with her head lowered, Karen said meekly. "Th-thank you,
m-master." "Good!" Simon Jackson chuckled. "Now I can't wait to fuck
that hot, slutty cunt of yours!" Together with Laura he lifted Karen off
the chair and laid her on his desk. Spreading her legs, he entered her
in one deep thrust. Grabbing her breasts, he began fucking her, and
immediately Karen began moaning. Laura began undressing as she watched
the them. Then she climbed on the desk and straddled Karen's face.
"C'mon, slut, lick!" When Karen began licking obediently, she grabbed
Karen's head and began grinding her pussy against Karen's face. "Yes,
lick it! Yes!" she panted, "now I just can't wait to take you to our
place!"
