Blackmailed by My Student Pt. 12 - Final

"Yes master," I whimpered. Oh, how the tables have turned! Just a day ago Miguel was the most charming and polite person I know, talking to me and my husband, trying to impress and win our trusts...but now I'm his full time obedient slut.

"Good, now you see that huge cage at the corner? That was meant for you. It is where you sleep at night and have your meals.If you are good, I'll let you out the next morning."

I was dumbfounded, looking at the cage. I had to sleep in that?? It did look pretty spacious though. I think I could stretch my long legs in it. It might not be so bad after all.

"Now on your knees, Mrs S."

I did as I was told. "Master, may i know what does S stands for? Is it because my name is Sharon?"

"Of course not, fool. It's S for slut. My goodness, how silly and naive can you be?? No wonder Jeremy got you trapped. Now take off my pants," Miguel ordered.

"Ah I'm sorry Master," I apologised, while lowering Miguel's pants. Once the pants were down Miguel's cock immediately sprang up and hit against my chin. I looked at it longingly but I knew I had to await for my next orders. Be patient, I told myself.

"What are you waiting for now, Mrs S?"

"For you to order me to suck it, Master," I replied. Damn, I got myself so wet now, pleasing my new master.

The difference between him and Jeremy was that with him, I felt a sense of belonging, given the fact he was so obsessed with me. It may not be the feeling of love, but it sure does hovers just outside of it.

"You are not so silly after all. Ok Mrs S, suck it and please me," Miguel said.

I was so proud of my achievement and was happy that it got noticed!

I took his long and slightly curved cock into my mouth and sucked it hungrily, as if my life depend on it.

"You are mine and only mine. I will not be willing to share you with anyone Mrs S," Miguel said, with one hand on my head, trying to push my mouth further down his shaft.

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At the time of writing I'm already safely living in my country with my husband again...It had been a long year in the city of Bangkok. Of course there were times back then that I missed my husband and relatives, but I was so obsessed being into my role as a depraved sex slut for Miguel at that time.

He did bring me out of his apartment every now and then, but those incidents were few and far between. I was dressed something like those BDSM slaves you see in the media, minus the ball gags and cuffs of course. The locals would sometimes stop and stare at us, but never bothered us in any way. I was to walk by his side wherever he went, to keep me safe, as he said.

Sometimes we do venture out of the city to go to other places in Thailand. Like there was once when we went to Phuket beach resort for a short getaway. I just wore a two-piece bikini during the whole 4 days when we were there, and to make it worst it was the only bikini we brought.

I was clad in just that two-piece even to the shops and bars. I would hang it outside the beach hut we rented (he would not let me wash it) and on the final day I found it missing just before we were about to go home.

Miguel threw a huge tantrum at the resort lobby demanding who stole it but none of the staff knew or admitted. It was only resolved when their manager offered us to halve the price of our stay before checking out.

About his tantrums...well Miguel was overall a sweet person, but he would fly into a rage at times. He occasionally brought friends home, where they would watch soccer on the TV, and I would be serving them drinks. I knew my place as Miguel's slave so I would never join them.

I was dressed sexily as usual one night when his friends came over, wearing just a see-through short blouse. When I bent down to put the beer mugs on the coffee table, one of his friends brazenly dipped his hands into my gaping pussy. I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I spun around, shocked and gasped loudly. Miguel saw this and he smashed a beer mug on his friend's head, causing it to bleed. The others calmed Miguel down, and they quickly left with his friend's head still bleeding. I felt sorry for the guy.

Miguel sulked for the next couple of days afterwards, not even wanting to talk to me. I initiated sex but he refused. I didn't give up and it took me until the third day when he relented and responded to me. We had such a wild sex session that night which almost lasted till dawn.

We had sex almost every other day, unless he was too tired. If that happens I would just cuddle beside him, placed his head on my breasts and put him to sleep. I would then slowly pull up his blanket, quietly walk away and crawled my way into my cage and slept there as he wouldn't want it any other way.

Once a month I got to speak to my husband using Whatsapp video call.

We talked about mundane stuff; his work, the state of our health as both were into our 50s soon, among other stuff. I got him to fire Sani, though I never revealed about the affair I had with the family driver.

There was once when I was talking to my husband, Miguel motioned me to suck his cock. He took over my place and talked to my husband instead, while I went under the table to give him a blowjob. After I swallowed him I sat up and talked to my husband again, as if nothing happened.

I cooked for him, washed the dishes, did his laundry, and even took his smelly working clothes off when he slept if he comes home late. These were things I never did for my husband, as I was pampered for my whole life and had maids doing it for me.

About his work, I never actually knew what he was doing. Sometimes he brought home some cartons of boxes but I knew better not to ask what it contained.

I only knew when one day, after almost a year being in Bangkok, I got a call from the landline phone in his apartment. It was the police, telling me Miguel was arrested for drug trafficking.

I remembered the whole entire day and night. That was when I finally realised I had to return back to Singapore, to live with my husband again.