Training Teacher Ch. 01

When she was satisfied with my thoroughness, she lifted the same leg onto the couch and presented me with a very close-up view of her pussy. Her fingers entwined in my hair. She wordlessly pulled me in, guiding my face to her forbidden zone. My anxiety overwhelmed me, but no longer because I was humiliated by the situation. I suppose I still was, but now I no longer cared, my humiliation had become synonymous with rapture. Now I was more worried about pleasing her; concerned I would fail to make my Mistress... who now owned me... happy. I was so close to her pussy I was getting drunk on her exotic scent when even though I thought I'd already surrendered, everything changed.

She thrust her hips forward and said in a dominant and reassuring voice, "You know what you wish to do, Hannah. You know what you crave to do. You know what you were born to do. Now do it, slut. Lick your Mistress' cunt." Her words were the final crack in my already brittle resistance. She was right, I don't know how she knew I was submissive when I myself didn't, but I was forever grateful. It was exactly what I wished, what I craved, and what I was born to do. I extended my tongue and began my complete, unreserved servitude to my Mistress.

As I began pleasuring my Mistress in earnest, I tried to do to her pussy what I liked having done to mine. Mistress shivered from my tender strokes as I shifted from gentle to stronger 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' 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 attempts to make her come appeared 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 shrieked an earth-shattering scream and came, her juices spraying all over me. My face soaked, I continued to lick her clit as her body endured spasm after spasm, her orgasm seeming to last forever. I remained between her legs, savouring her delicious nectar as I brought her to a second... softer... orgasm. I felt her cum dripping from my chin as her spasms 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, placidly, head lowered, awaiting further instructions.

Finishing her glass of wine, my Mistress finally spoke, as she commanded, "Follow me, cunt." Somewhat forlornly, I noticed she hadn't deigned to show 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 bitch 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 in the middle of the far wall looking like a shrine. I crawled to my Mistress' feet, and she bent down and petted my hair. "Good girl," she cooed as if I had just done a clever... for a dog... 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 even more eager to please my Mistress. I desperately wanted her approval. I wanted nothing more than to please her. It made no sense, but I no longer seemed able to give any credence to logic. I was her slave, and wouldn't even consider disobeying any order, no matter how extreme or mortifying.

I watched her as she disappeared into a huge walk-in closet. When she returned a couple 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."

I did as instructed. My Mistress joined me on the bed, and I didn't struggle or protest as she grabbed my arms, handcuffing me to the headboard. A feeling of complete helplessness struck me as I lay there, bound. Up until now, at least in theory I could have halted 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 called a butt plug. It was a thin black toy, and I watched her lubricate it generously. Once she'd done that, she asked me, "Have you ever had anything in your ass?"

"No," I answered, my fear clearly expressed on my face.

"Well, today is still a day of firsts then, my pet," she said rather casually. "First, you become my new submissive slave, second you eat pussy, and now you willingly give me your anal virginity."

Willingly? I think not! I began to protest, when she roared, "Don't you ever fucking question your Mistress! If I wish to share you with my friends, I will. If I wish you to service the football team, you will. If I wish 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 your 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 find yourself punished in ways you can't even begin to imagine."

Her mood swings alarmed me. My eyes went wide, fearful of 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 even more of my Mistress' anger. The pain in my ass burned and unlike stories I'd read online, the pain was in no way simmering away. It burned like hell. Mistress watched my expressions in amusement before simply getting off the bed and leaving the room with me still bound, impaled and helpless.

As I lay on my Mistress' bed, I pondered my predicament. How had I gone, in only a couple of hours' time, from being a more or less confident teacher prepared to deal with a difficult parent, to finding myself handcuffed, naked and my ass on fire in that same parent's bed? Replaying the evening in my head, I couldn't pinpoint any single moment that had been the turning point. It seemed like a domino effect, where once the first domino had fallen, my permitting her to sit beside me instead of across the table like all the other parents had done, 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; I was 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 had made sense. I was happy, oblivious to my submissive side. On the other hand, I'd never been hornier than during these last two hours. The feeling of pure joy I'd felt when I made my Mistress come was inexplicable. A sensation that was unbelievably intense filled me when I satisfied her.

When Mistress returned, she carried in her hand a cucumber, and it was a very lengthy one. She tossed it onto the bed and went back into the walk-in closet. When she returned for a second time, my spirits crashed when I saw what she was now carrying. It was a video camcorder attached to a tripod. I was terrified about what her intentions could possibly be as she set it up. If such a video were to be made public, my career would be over, not only locally but nationwide. I watched her nervously, praying for a miracle that would enable me not to 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 learn there is a severe consequence for any sort of disobedience." She removed my handcuffs and announced, "You are going to make a brief video for me; one that will come in 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. And of course, you'll 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 pushed itself deeper inside me. The hot burn returned in full force as I reached for the lengthy cucumber. Obediently I rubbed it on my clit as I wondered what she wanted to hear. I considered making up a fantasy that wasn't mine, but I was worried she would somehow know.

So I began telling her and an imagined audience... of I don't know, millions?... my most current masturbating fantasy as I pressed the cucumber against my very needy pussy. "I'm somewhat ashamed to admit this. But seeing my ex-students as eighteen-year-old young adults is very exhilarating. Usually I don't think of them as sexual objects, but lately I have been. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex in a year, but my pussy has had that special tingle on a few occasions lately. Watching the play put on by the high school drama club had my pussy damp. Watching the boys' 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 got so horny that I ended up sneaking into my classroom and bringing myself to an orgasm."

I had the cucumber halfway inside me now, and was slowly moving it in and out. My shame was fading as my horniness took over. Looking directly at the camera, attempting to appear as sexy as I was beginning to feel, I continued, "So all this week my fantasy has been about being seduced by an ex-student. 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 getting louder as envisioning this fantasy got me extremely horny, as did the vegetable that was now two-thirds inside 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 building inside me, I heard my Mistress' 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 release was incredibly difficult, and it took all my will power to corral the urge. 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 down at me. Her sweet smile was back. She whispered, "All good things come to those who wait. When I eventually do allow it, you're not going to believe how powerful your orgasm will be."

She took the vegetable out of my gaping hole and placed it in my mouth. I thought I understood what was expected of me. I opened my mouth to suck my juices from the cucumber. I quickly learned I'd guessed wrong as my Mistress corrected me, "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 from the end 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 skeptically.

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

Seeming to be happy with my obedience, she decided to test my servitude. "So... do you want me to fuck your ass with this cock?"

The truthful answer was no. What I really wanted was her to fuck my pussy, but I knew that wasn't 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 the plastic plug from my ass. My liberation from the toy was a great relief, which was apparently going to be short-lived as I felt my Mistress' hands on my ass. But her strap-on, 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 it inside 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 at all if it got me closer to my long-delayed 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 enough to accommodate the big, hard plastic cock. My moans of agony were muffled by the pillow 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 slowly to 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 its contrast with the toy Mistress had managed to sneak into my pussy helped me focus on the pleasure building in my cunt instead of the fiery pain in my rectum. Mistress next began fucking my ass, not fast, but with a constant rhythm. Each thrust went just a bit deeper, each time creating 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 about ten 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 asses fucked."

Way past the point of return or caring what the fuck I was, I blurted, "I am a slut. I... am... your... fucking... whore! Please fuck me to an orgasm, Mistress. I'll do anything you say."

"Anything?" she asked curiously. The cock was now lodged deeper in my ass than I could possibly imagine.

"Yes, anything Mistress," I moaned in desperation.

"Good, I have the perfect task for you," she said as she pushed me down 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 exploded, draining every fibre of my existence. Mistress kept pounding my ass as I continued through an everlasting quake. I said so many crazy 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 from my pussy what I now saw was a vibrating egg.

I was exhausted, but Mistress was relentless. She crawled back onto the bed, placed her pussy under my face, and demanded I service her again. I 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 eighteen 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 wasn't the slave in question, "Certainly not m-m-me."

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

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

"Yes, although she didn't realize she was doing so. We were discussing Devon's behaviour problems, which by the way, there will be no more of, he's been misbehaving because I told him to, when she declared that she thought you were hot. Well, one thing led to another, and I finally concluded that you would be the perfect present for her eighteenth 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 visit 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 must, I will protect you like one of my own children. On the other hand, if you don't obey, I will crush you in a way you wouldn't want to imagine," my Mistress explained. Her voice wasn't 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's already scheduled to be his weekend," I answered.

"Excellent. That is amazingly convenient," she said, yawning. She continued, explaining other plans for me, "In three weeks, I'm 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 you saw Mrs. Chung wearing and serve all the guests however they require."

"Oh," I said, unsure what to say to such a declaration, knowing that any resistance would be futile. My mind was busy pondering the meaning of the word 'special' that she had used twice in a single sentence.

"Now get back to your snack, slut," my Mistress ordered.

I returned to licking Mistress' pussy as I considered what lay in store for me. The road ahead was terrifying and humiliating and yet, as I considered myself serving as a submissive plaything to a group of eighteen-year-olds, my pussy began to rev up again. When I considered being a maid, I wondered what all it would entail. Would it be just a regular party? Or a lesbian sex party? Or perhaps a swingers' party? At the very least I'd be dressed far more daringly than I'd ever considered being. The excitement of such wild adventures had me wet again, and I licked my Mistress' pussy with determination as well as enthusiasm.