Teacher Cynthia’s Submission - Copied

[hirarandi]

"Everything go okay back there? You seem to be a bit out of sorts."


Somewhat mixed up, the sales girl responded, "Wha, ah yeah. I just, I ah... yeah everything is fine. Are you finding everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you sure you are okay though?" Sage replied.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay. I was just a bit caught off guard is all. Your friend was naked when I went back to give her the dress."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Well at least she looks good naked." Sage said this in a joking tone before continuing on, "If I would have known that was going to happen, I would have walked the dress back to her myself."

Regaining her composure, the shop girl spoke back, 

"No really, it wasn't a big deal; just a bit unexpected. Plus, you are right, she did look pretty sexy."

That made me blush to hear a stranger, who had just seen me naked, confirm that I look sexy. 

Sage spoke again, "Well, I'll be sure to let her know you think so; I'm going to go and try these on." 

The shop girl signaled her approval with a nervous okay, and I waited, still naked, for Sage's return. When she did, she had another batch of clothes with her, this time only dresses. She also, began to quietly speak to me once the door to our dressing room closed. 

"It seems you made a memory for our friend out there. I'm sure she will remember your naked body for a long time to come."

Sage then began to once again take off her clothes, but this time she took off all of them to join me in my nakedness. 

"I don't need to try on anything else; I already know what you are buying for me as well as for yourself. Right now I want you to get me off with your pretty little slut mouth."

With that, she pushed on my shoulders to guide me into a kneeling position and proceeded to press her hairless slit into my now open mouth. Instantly, my tongue came slapping out and attacked her juicy box. There was nothing gentle about what we were doing. Sage was grinding her sex into my attacking mouth while holding onto my pigtails for leverage. Her slick intimate lips, glided across my tongue and face as I obediently did my best to focus on bringing her to climax. Sage's wetness began to run down my chin and neck, and I knew she was nearing the finish. Her grinding increased, and I focused primarily on flicking my tongue across her clit. 

Almost surprisingly, Sage came in a in a gushing wave of pleasure, and spasmed uncontrollably on my face. I was coated with a thin sheen of her climax on my face and neck, and the tiny room smelled of the musty scent of sex and pleasure. She eventually regained her composure enough to release the grip on my pigtails, and pull her pulsing pussy away from my drenched face. 

She leaned back against the cubicle wall as she continued to regain her composure. I remained in my kneeling position, face covered with my mistress' nectar, watching her and waiting for her next command. Eventually she was able to come back down to Earth and speak while handing me one of the garments she had brought in. 

"Here, wipe yourself off with this; don't worry you are going to purchase it. Also, you are going to purchase this dress for me, and this one for yourself."

She held up two dresses; the one for her navy blue maxi dress with a halter top, and the one she chose for me was a white tank dress, with a lace applique, and a skirt length that fell to about mid-thigh. She handed me the two dresses once I had wiped myself off with the first garment, which was a simple pleated skirt. 

"Go ahead and get dressed and then go pay for the clothes. I will be out to meet you shortly."

I did just as she commanded, standing up and pull my original dress on over my head after wiping off my face the best I could with the skirt. Adjusting my dress in the mirror, I exited the room with the three new clothes in hand, and leaving Sage inside still naked and coming down off her high. She didn't seem to care if the door was shut or not, so I left it slightly ajar as I made my way to the register to pay for the clothes. Upon seeing me, the shop girl shyly blushed at me before asking if everything was going good. I return the blushing smile, telling her that it was and that I was going to buy the garments in my hand. She happily guided me over to the checkout stand, and proceeded to ring up the items. 

Just as she finished ringing the last item, the pleated skirt I used to wipe down my face with, Sage appeared beside me. She did not say anything, but just watched as the shop girl read off the total, and began bagging the purchases. When the girl had to turn to find a size appropriate bag, I felt Sage's hand reach under my dress and slide over my naked butt. Finding the right bag, the shop girl turned back around to us, but Sage's hand did not move. Instead it crept towards the crevice between my cheeks, and as I slid my card through the reader, she slid her fingers in between my buttocks. As we stood and waited for the payment to be approved and the receipt to print out, Sage began to poke at my rear hole with one of her fingertips causing me to gasp briefly. 

The shop girl took notice of the gasp and raised her eyebrow to give me a curious look, but before she could investigate the cause any further, the receipt printed out and Sage's hand vacated my rump. The girl handed me the bag after putting the receipt inside, wished us a good day, and told us to come back soon. Sage smiled and nodded at her before turning to leave, at which point I did the same and followed her lead. 

Sage led the way back to her car, as it seemed our shopping adventure was over. That was fine by me, as the mall had started to fill up with a few more stay at home moms and other similar shoppers. At the car, Sage opened the trunk and ordered me to put not only the bag of new purchased clothes inside, but to also remove my dress once again and stash it inside the boot. Knowing that she would not approve of hesitation, I took my precautionary glance around the lot, which had filled up some since we left, and quickly did as I was told. Now naked, I shut the lid of the trunk and scurried over to the passenger side of the car to be allowed in. 

Thankfully, Sage didn't seem to want to draw out my exposure as she allowed me entrance into the car upon my arrival at the door. Just as soon as we were both sitting inside, Sage was pulling out of the lot, heading back towards our town. She said nothing as we drove, and I sat nervously watching the unknowingly oblivious passersby miss my nakedness. The silence continued as we pulled out onto the highway, and I began to wonder if I had did something wrong or had angered Sage in anyway. I sat concerned and curious as the landscape opened up to a lone highway through countryside. We continued our journey back towards town in silence until we reached the city's limits, in which Sage finally broke the silence. 

"You have been a good slut today, but there is still time to play. I know this must excite you to hear my praise of your obedience and the possibilities of more submission to me, and rightly you should be excited. I am your mistress, and any time spent with me or performing for me should be held in high regard. It is my belief that you know this to be true, as is evident with you complete compliance to this point. I just wanted to let you know this now before we continue on. You have just a few more days to prove your loyalty and earn your trip away with me, and as you may have figured the tasks will continue to become more and more challenging. So this is your final chance to exit this arrangement of a relationship. If you want to end this, now is the time."

I sat silent for a moment, as I processed what I was just told. I didn't want to just blurt out an answer; I wanted to give it thought just as Sage had done with her statement. The logical side of my brain, the side that had been pushed aside for some time now was chiming in. It reasoned that this relationship had gone on long enough, and that I was lucky to not have been caught yet. My logical brain's argument was a sound one, and one I truly considered. However, the adventurous side of my brain argued to continue on and see where the journey would take me. For it reasoned that no one getting hurt from this relationship and that I was now enjoying life more than ever before. So as those sides of my brain battled it out, it was my heart that spoke and broke my silence.

"I want this mistress. I want to play this out, to see what outcome may lie ahead. I am yours to order, to control, and to dominate. Do as you please mistress."

For her part, Sage seemed touched and surprised by my response, but did not let either emotion come through as she replied.

"Very well slut, I accept your decision and will continue to control you how I see fit."

Again there was silence as we continue our drive into town. I was bubbling with emotions over what I had submitted to, and could already feel my arousal build in the thought of things to come. Those thoughts of what may be ahead distracted me enough not to notice that we had stopped moving. It was the sound of Sage's voice that brought me back to reality. 

"Okay my little sub-slut, your next task will begin now. You are to exit the car and get dressed in the new dress you purchased today. Then you will proceed to the front of this building where you will find a hair salon. I have made an appointment for you to get a cut; that appointment is in ten minutes. Once you are dressed and on your way to the salon, I will text you a picture of the hair style you are to get yours done like. You are not to look at the picture ahead of time, but wait until you are in the chair and the lady asks you what you are looking to do. When finished, you are to pay for the service and then walk up the street to the coffee shop on the corner. There you will order a small coffee, and take a seat as you await further instructions. Is this understood slut?"

"Yes mistress."

"On your way then slut, don't want to miss your appointment."

I obediently exited the car in to the empty back lot of the strip mall, and hurried to the trunk to get dressed. Thankfully no one was around to see me as I made the quick trip naked, hurriedly slip into the new dress. I had to tear the tags off first, stretching my exposure just that much longer. Once I had the dress on, my purse in hand, and closed the trunk, Sage pulled away and left me to continue on my own. 

As I made my way around towards the front of the building, just as Sage said, I heard the chirp of my phone notifying me of a new message. I resisted the urge to look at the picture right away, though I was thoroughly curious as to what it would be. The desire to abide by my mistress' command was the stronger urge, and obviously won out. I still was nervous about this task through, as I was rather fond of my hair, and enjoyed the way it looked and the way it presented me to others. It was flirty and fun, and not too long or too short in my opinion. 

Walking into the salon, I checked in with the receptionist who welcomed me and took me right over to the women who was to cut my hair. She greeted me as I took my seat in the chair, and as she got me and herself situated she asked what I was looking to get done. At that moment, I retrieved my phone from my purse and opened the message. I got a quick look at it before showing it to the stylist, and to say I was awestruck would be an understatement. The picture was one of Natalie Portman from the film V for Vendetta; in which she had her hair buzzed almost completely off. The hairdresser too seemed shocked by the photo, as she asked me if I was sure about this. I had to work to keep my composure and my jaw from hanging open, before I replied back that I was sure that I wanted my hair cut like that. 

The woman simply accepted my confirmation, and proceeded to get the clippers ready. Set up, and ready to go, the woman stated that it was certainly a change for me, and a daring one at that. I nodded in agreement, not trusting mouth to produce appropriate response. She clicked on the clippers, which sounded out an electric buzz, and as she brought them to head she gave me one last look as if asking if I was sure. When I made no indication that I wanted to back out, she proceed with the initial pass of the clippers over the top of my head. The first pass immediately registered with me just how drastic of a change this was going to be. It isn't a common occurrence to see a woman sporting a haircut like the one I was receiving, so I would certainly stand out. For whatever reason that thought didn't scare me, but rather aroused me and made me think more about my submission to Sage. 

As I watched in the mirror, my locks being peeled away by the clippers, I began to get a sense of pride that I was taking such a step to physically so my submission to my mistress. To drastically change my appearance to please my mistress was a badge of honor in my head. Of course I knew that it draw look and stares; also a large amounts of questions as to why from those who knew, and I relished the opportunity to receive those looks and questions. Even though I wouldn't come out a say I cut my hair because my mistress wanted it that way, the fact that I would have to think about my haircut would be that constant reminder of just how much power I have provided to Sage over myself. It would be me secret out on display for everyone to see, but not know the true meaning of. It was leap into my life as a submissive, and I had no desire to look back; it is the lifestyle I was meant to have. 

Halfway through the cut, I got my chance to answer the question of why from the hair dresser and it was my first chance to try and come up with a reason other than the actual one. I quickly was hit with the idea that I was doing it to be in solidarity with a relative who was battling cancer and going through chemo treatments. So that is what I responded back with, and it seemed not only to work, but also seemed to make her see me as a better person because of it and not just some loon getting a buzz cut. 

Sooner than I expected to be, I was done; the clippers had made quick work of my locks and I was left with only the tiny remaining stubble. I paid for the cut, and tipped the stylist before exiting the building to make my way to the coffee shop. As I walked, the sensation of the cool air on my now bare head was quite stimulating, and quite the reminder of the drastic change in my appearance. However, I continued to think of it as a badge of my devotion and secret submission to Sage. I walked proudly and confidently down the path with a beaming smile on my face. 

Because of the close proximity of the coffee shop to the salon, I arrived within moments and soon found myself order the predetermined small coffee. Getting my coffee, and then doctoring it up, I found a seat away from the few others that were inside and waited for my mistress to provide me with further instructions. Of course, as I sat there waiting, and even when I walked in I noticed the looks of curiosity I was getting. I was very evident that everyone that saw me was struck by my minimal hair style, but not in a bad way, just more in a curious wondering way. Within seconds of sitting down, and before I had a chance to take a sip of my hot coffee, my phone chirped to life with a new message from Sage.  

"I liked the new look slut; you look good with an edgy buzz cut. I'm sure you will grow to like it as well if you haven't already. Now for your next task, you are to go to the restroom where you will hopefully find the naughty item I left behind for. I say hopefully because, it is a public restroom and someone may have used it between the time I left and you get there. However, I am pretty confident I hid the item well enough that it could only be found if someone was searching for it. Once you have the item, or give up trying to find it, text me. Be aware though that not finding it will result in a punishment."

I enjoyed ready the message, especially the part where Sage had expressed her approval of my new do, and also the idea of a hidden item for me to search for. Before getting up, I took a sip of my coffee, set it down on the table, and then proceeded to the unisex public restroom that was took away near the rear of the shop. Once inside I locked the door and began my search for the mysterious hidden item. I felt as though I was on a treasure hunt and was desperately seeking for the loot. 

The restroom was small with just a toilet, a sink, and a trash bin; there didn't seem to be too many places to hide an object with it being noticeable. I first checked the trash bin thinking it was the most obvious hiding place, but I turned up nothing as it only contained a few used paper towels. Next, I searched in and around both the toilet and sink, but still found nothing and was beginning to worry that maybe someone had found the item. That would mean I would have to concede and text Sage that I could not find it and face a punishment. 

It was at that moment of worry that I glanced something out of the corner of my eye. On the back of the door, hanging from a hook, was a plastic protective sheet which contained the usual signature log employees as they cleaned the restroom. What I noticed however was that there seemed to be something else stuffed into the sleeve just behind the signature log paper, and it looked to be an envelope of some sort. I went over to investigate further, and was pleased to see that it was in fact an envelope which had my name written on the front of it at which point I excitedly texted Sage to confirm my success once I had the envelope securely in my hands. Her reply returned quickly, and was short.

"Open the envelope, and dump its contents out onto the floor to find further instructions."

I did just as stated and quickly peeled open the envelope to empty it out. Falling to the floor was a folded sheet of paper, some pictures of me in various naughty situations, and a simple leather collar. Gathering the items together in front of me, I picked up the sheet up paper to read the further instructions that Sage had indicated would be there. 

"For your next task slut, you will use the items from envelope to further you commitment to me. Choose one of the three pictures of you to leave behind in the restroom. You will leave it where you found the envelope as a prize for which ever lucky employee happens to find it. Take the other two photos with you in your purse, and put on the collar. With the collar on, you will exit the restroom and then leave the coffee shop to get lunch at the restaurant across the street. However, before you leave, you are to re-fold these instructions and place them, along with the envelope, on the edge of the sink. Order whatever you want for lunch, but have your phone handy for more instructions."

The instructions were clear and concise, so there nothing more for me to do than to just complete my new task. I looked over the three pictures Sage had put in the envelope; each presenting me nude and performing in a sexual manner. None of the three made my identity apparent, so leaving one behind wasn't too crazy, but the idea of a stranger finding a picture that contained my naked was a bit unsettling; whether I could be recognized or not. I did notice however, that as I looked at the pictures the common signs of my arousal were present, and my wetness began to seep out to my thighs. 

I decide to choose the picture that showed me on all fours from behind, naked, and with a butt plug inserted into my rear. The reason for this choice was because it had no view of my face, just the back of my head, and it was taken at my home in the hall which looked to be like any hall in any home. Satisfied with my choice, I stood and calmly slipped the photo into the plastic sleeve on the door behind the signature sheet before returning to my purse and tucking the other two photos into my purse. I picked up the collar from the floor and fastened it around my neck. It was a thin black leather collar that didn't look overly sexual, but did add to my look of my buzzed head and contrasted with the white dress. Before exiting, I gave myself a look over in the mirror, and left the instructions and envelope just as Sage had told me to.

I strolled out of the restroom, past my table and still full coffee, and out of the door to the street. Waiting at the corner for the signal to change so I could cross over towards the neighborhood restaurant, I thought about how devilishly naughty I was being. I should've been teaching at that very moment, but instead have already been naked in my town and the next one over. I have gotten an extreme new haircut, and then left an overtly sexual picture of myself in a public restroom; all of this occurring before lunch. Only Sage knew just how much more was planned for me today, and that fact only made me smile as the signal changed and I began to walk across the cross walk to my next destination.

[hirarandi]

As I reached the restaurant to have lunch and await my next set of instructions from Sage, I realized just how hungry I was. All I had eaten was the fruit plate at breakfast nearly six hours ago, and I could begin feeling my body send signals for replenishment. Hopefully I would get time to eat my lunch, and not have to leave it behind as I had with my coffee. 

Upon entering the eatery the hostess greeted me, but I could sense she was caught off guard by my drastic hair style, and minimal outfit. She was able to seat me without showing too much of her bewilderment, and I was soon left alone in a booth by the front window to study the menu. Considering my hunger, I decided to order a burger and fries when the waiter came by to greet me. I could tell he too was curious as about my look, but also didn't let on openly. I guess these types of encounters from strangers are something I will have to get used too, and who knows how those that actually know me will react; just thinking about it however, was getting me aroused.

I sat alone in my booth, sipping at my drink, as I awaited not only my lunch but also the next set of instructions I knew to be coming from Sage. I had my phone sitting atop the table so that way I would immediately know when they would come through. It just so happened that both of my waits came to an end at precisely the same moment; my phone buzzing to life as the waiter was setting my plate down in front of me. Once he left me to my meal, I immediately picked up my phone to read the message. Though I was hungry, my desire to see what my mistress had in store for me next was much greater. 

"You should by now have ordered your lunch, when it arrives you may eat, but halfway through your meal go to the women's restroom. Inside you will find a pair of scissors taped under the sink. Retrieve the scissors and then remove your dress. You are then to cut an inch off the bottom of your dress, and then leave the discarded piece of dress and the scissors on the counter before putting your dress back on and returning to finish your lunch. This is to all be done in the open area of the restroom; use of a stall is strictly forbidden. Text me for further instructions upon finishing your meal."

Sage certainly knew how to push me, and build up my level of excitement and arousal. The idea of being naked in the public restroom of a restaurant while I made an alteration to my dress was insane, and yet electrifyingly exciting too. Cutting an inch from the length of my dress meant it would barely be long enough to cover me completely, and would certainly make me look further the part of a slut; my pussy gushed at the thought. 

Considering my hunger, and my desire to complete my next task, I quickly scarfed down half of my burger and fries, and hurriedly made my way to the women's restroom. Fortunately, I was the only one there, and in fact had only noticed one other female in the restaurant other than the wait staff. Considering it was lunch time on a weekday, that may have accounted for the sparse clientele. I took this as a blessing as I would soon be standing naked in a very public space, so less people meant less chance of someone walking in on me. However, the idea of that type of embarrassment and humiliation only spurred my arousal.

Once inside, I made quick work of finding the scissors taped away, and soon had my dress off as well. The scene wasn't lost on me though as I set up to begin cutting away the dress, the scene being a naked women except for heels and a collar making an extreme public alteration to her dress, while sporting an extreme haircut; my body trembled as I thought about what I must look like from the perspective of an outsider. Pushing those thoughts away for the moment, I focused my mind on cutting my dress. I measured out what seemed close to an inch with my fingers, and meticulously began to cut away the bottom of my dress. I did my best to make sure that the cut was straight and uniform by taking my time; which of course only drew out the amount of time I was spending naked in the restroom. 

With the alteration complete, I set the strip of fabric with the scissors down on the counter as Sage had instructed, and then held the dress up to review my work. A quick look and it seemed rather straight, and I felt satisfied with myself in my completion of the task. I slipped the dress back onto my body and looked myself over in the mirror to see just how much shorter the dress was. With about an inch removed, the bottom of the dress now rested just above mid-thigh and seemed to be just long enough in the back to cover the entirety of my butt. Satisfied with my achievement and the new adjustment to my look, I left the restroom to return to my meal. 

Just as I had with the first half, I made quick work of the remainder of the burger and fries leaving only a few crumbs and the plate behind. With my hunger quelled, and the last bit of instructions followed, I retrieved my phone and proceeded to inform Sage of my finish. As I finished my message and set my phone down onto the table the waiter came by to clear away my plate, and drop off my check. Shortly after he left, a message came through on my phone and I eagerly picked it up to read what Sage had cued up for me next.

"When your check arrives you will notice comment cards inside the book as well. You are to fill out one stating you found it weird to see scissors in the restroom. Next, you will slide your comment card back into the book behind your ticket along with your debit card to pay. When the waiter returns with the book for you to sign for the payment, you will then choose one of the two pictures in your purse from the coffee shop to slide into the book behind the comment cards. Once you have done so, you may leave and head over to the drug store at the end of the street. Just browse around until you receive further instructions slut." 

I opened the book to pull out my bill and a comment card, filling it out as instructed, and slipping my debit card it place to pay. As I waited for the waiter to return for it, I began to ponder which of the two remaining pictures I would leave behind this time. The thought of another erotic picture of me getting into the hands of god knows who made me tremble some and my pussy flood. Considering I choose the tamest picture of the three to leave behind at the coffee shop, whichever one I chose now would be far more explicit. The idea that the picture showing me naked on all fours was tame made me giggle to myself. 

By the time the waiter returned to pick up my payment, I had my decision made as to which picture would be left behind. He returned a moment later after processing my card, and left it with me to sign. I took out my card and put it back into my purse, and then pulled out the picture I was to slip in behind the comment cards. It was of me from the front, fully nude standing in my back yard by my fence. I was blindfolded and gagged, so it made making my face recognizable difficult, but not impossible and to add to the humiliation of the picture, the message "WORTHLESS SLUT" was written across my stomach. There were no other distinguishing clues that linked the picture to me or my house so I felt confident that whoever found this picture would not be able to trace it back to me. 

Sliding the picture into the book behind a few comment cards, I quickly filled out the payment slip and exited the restaurant. As I did, I was well aware that my newly altered dress was just dying to ride up over my ass and expose me to anyone that I may have passed. Fortunately, I managed to keep it down, and casually as possible strolled over to the drugstore to await my next text message of instructions from Sage. 

The drug store was relatively busy for the time of day, mostly with people there to pick up prescriptions, or purchase a few quick items. I walked in and decided to head towards the magazines as I waited to hear from my mistress. I figured it would allow me to drift away rather than be in a constant state of wondering what was to come. It didn't take long though before I was brought back to reality as my phone chirped as I was flipping through a Cosmo. 

"Well slut, I'm sure the wait staff at the restaurant enjoyed the alterations you made to your dress, so how bout you make another. Go to the aisle that has the office supplies and find a pair of scissors. While in the aisle, cut out a triangle of fabric from your dress that is two inches wide at the neckline, and goes down four inches in the center. That should make for some good cleavage viewing. When done, put the scissors back, drop the piece of fabric on the floor, and text me."

This task excited me and scared me just as the others had. Making another alteration to my dress in public, this time without the added protection of a restroom, made the task so daring. I quickly headed over to the office supply aisle and located the scissors. Thankfully the aisle was on the opposite side of the store from the pharmacy, meaning that less chance of someone come around as I cut away more of my dress. Taking a moment to double check to make sure the coast was clear, I steadied myself and began to cut out the triangle as instructed by Sage. I made quick work of it and replaced the scissors as the discarded piece of fabric fell to the full. With the new alteration to my dress, the top peeled open and revealed an ample amount of my naked breasts; I was still covered, but just barely. I texted Sage my completion and was responded back to almost immediately. 



"Okay slut, now head over to the greeting cards. Find a very sweet anniversary card from a husband to a wife. Then slip the last picture into it and put it back on the self. When done meet me behind the drug store."

I should have figured after I left the first two that I wouldn't be keeping the last one. Strolling over to the greeting cards near the front of the store, I began to browse through the engagement cards. I of course only focused on the ones from husbands to wives, and was able to make a choice that had a really endearing message in it, completely opposite of the picture that I would be tucking away into it. Retrieving the last picture from my bag, I reviewed it to take in just how naughty it was. It showed me squatting in my classroom just under my white board. Again I was naked and blindfolded; my hands were cuffed behind me and I was wearing my collar. I wasn't gagged so the only thing blocking my face was the blindfold. My mouth was parted in a moan, and my nipples were noticeably erect. Another message was written across my stomach, "Teacher Whore." The reason I am squatting is because I am slowly lowering myself onto a large, thick dildo and at the moment of the picture it is only half way inside of me. The one thing I was unaware of when the picture was taken was the message written at the bottom of the white board, "This slut's students arrive in 15 minutes."

I remember Sage giving me ten minutes to ride the dildo to orgasm, but didn't know she had that message written behind me. Of course I was unsuccessful in my attempt to orgasm, but when I was told to stop and get redressed before my students were to arrive, that message was not there. The reason I hadn't left behind this photo yet was because of how much detail anyone would be able to pull from it. You would know I was a teacher, everything about my face was recognizable expect for my eyes, I was obviously in a classroom, and in the left side of the picture was the side of my desk which had a sticker on it of a Shakespeare quote; anyone that has any familiarity with me and my room might be able to place me.

However, even though I was tentative about putting this picture into the card to leave behind, the desire to complete my mistress' task was enough to get me past my reservations and tuck it into place. Putting the card back, I headed towards the exit and began to make my way to meet Sage. I walked around the left side of the building towards the loading dock area of the store to find Sage parked in the far back near the dumpsters. She was outside of the car and sitting on the hood. As I approached she complimented me on my skilled alterations to the dress, and remarked that with my new haircut and collar I looked the part of a punk rock slut. I said nothing in return, but rather continued to walk towards her until I was standing in front of her waiting for her next command. 

She signaled that I was to kneel, and knell I did. The asphalt scbangd against the skin of my knees, but at that moment I was only focused on my mistress; nothing else mattered. I watched as she slid off the hood and came to stand in front of me.

"I am happy with your performance so far slut, and am eager to see you continue on your path to earning your trip away with me. So with that said, I have some pretty big plans for tonight back at your place, but before we can get to those, you will have to take off your dress and give it to me. Then I will blindfold you, gag you, and handcuff you. All before leading you to the trunk of the car where you will get in and ride back to you house, but not before I make a few stops first. Is this clear slut?"

My response was quick and to the point.

"Yes mistress," I said as I pull the altered dress from my body to hand to her.

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With my cut up dress off, and standing naked in the back parking lot of a drug store, I followed Sage to the back of the car. She popped the trunk before reaching in and pulling out the supplies to blindfold me, gag me, and cuff me. Quickly, she had all three devices secured to me, and grabbing ahold of me arm helped me into the small trunk space of her car. I had my knees bent up to better fit into it, and was surprised that I wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought I'd be. Before she close the lid to the trunk she spoke to me. 

"What a sweet little slut you are. This might have to become a common way for you to ride around with me. l like the idea of having a hidden slave in the trunk of my car as I drive about doing my errands. It's definitely a good look for you." 

I then heard the lid latch shut, which was soon followed by the sounds of Sage entering the car and starting it up. I could feel the vibrations of the engine reverberating through the floor of the trunk, and soon began to sense the motion as my Mistress pulled away. I was unaware of exactly where we were heading; able only to sense which direction we turned or when we would stop at a light or sign. The cacophony of sounds from the road passing below me, the tires whirling round, and the slight screech of the brakes was almost hypnotizing as I round in darkness of the blindfold and trunk. Soon though the sounds stopped, and I realized that Sage had cut the engine as well. 

The sound of her door opening and closing signaled that she had exited the car. I heard nothing else from her, and could only wonder where we were, and what she was doing. Soon I began to focus and begun to hear sounds around me on the outside. Sounds of cars driving slowly by, and other car doors opening and closing. Engines revving, and people talking began to flood into my ear drums. As I laid restrained and removed from sight and speech in the trunk, the world was busy around me. From what I could gather, Sage had stopped at a shopping center of some kind, and it was busy with afternoon shoppers. 

The thought crept into my mind, that if they only knew what was concealed in the trunk of the car they casually passed by, their minds would be blown. To see a teacher of the local highcollege, naked and tied up in the trunk of a car would be the story of the century. I could feel the arousal building in my pussy as I thought about my situation, and I hungerly wanted to touch myself. However, I knew I could not; not because of the cuffs, but because my Mistress had not specifically allowed me or indicated that I could. So instead, I pushed urge aside and continued to listen and visualize the world outside. 

After a few minutes I heard the car door open and close again, with the engine rumbling back to life. We were once again on the move, and still I was unaware of where we were heading. As I rode along on the journey I began to feel the pains of stiff trunk pressing back against my prone nude form. This feeling was however soon push aside as well, as I sensed we were once again coming to a stop. This time however I did not hear Sage get out of the car, but instead could faintly make out that she was speaking with someone. I was unsure exactly what was going on, and shortly the conversation ended. The car began to creep forward before coming to a stop once again. I suddenly realized that we must be in some sort of drive through, and that triggered the feelings of actual hunger I had. 

However, as the car once again began to pull forward a strange loud noise emanated from the front of the car that indicated that we were not in a drive through that provided food, but instead one that led to an automated car wash. I instantly began to wonder just how well sealed Sage's car trunk was as I felt the conveyer belt begin to take the car forward. As we entered, my ears were engulfed with the sounds of water and soap assaulting the body of the car. Followed by the pounding and reverberation of the scrubbing brushes. Thankfully, I did not feel any likes slipping through the trunk, and was a bit dumbfounded with the idea of riding through a car wash in the trunk rather than the actual car. Never had I, nor did I ever believe I would be experiencing a car wash in this manner. 

Eventually I could hear the roar of the powerful air dryers, as we neared the exit of the wash. The belt pulled the car through the remainder of the service before giving a bit of a nudge forward into the awaiting lot. I felt Sage engage the car into gear and slowly pull away before stopping after a few hundred feet and getting out of the car. The familiar sound of the trunk popping open registered in my ears, I was soon very much on edge as to where we were and who may be around to catch a glimpse of me naked and restrained in a car trunk. Sage's voice helped to calm my nerves some. 

"Just grabbing some towels. Those dryers never really get the job done." 

With that, the trunk was shut once again, and I sat in my darkness waiting for what was next. After a while, the trunk popped back open, and I felt the thud of damp cloth landing on my side before it was reclosed. Sage had said nothing, but simply tossed the used drying towels onto me to further emphasize that I was her's to use as she pleased. While this should have bothered me, and might have to must anyone else, in some weird way it only further added to my desire to serve my Mistress. To commit wholeheartedly to her will, and trust that she had my best interest in mind. Whether that would considered normal or not, I did not care, I just knew that the way Sage made me feel was a feeling I had never experienced in my life. 

Being lost in thought I hadn't noticed that once again we had stopped. It was the sound of Sage's door opening and closing that caused me to snap back to reality. Again, I begun to hear the sounds of a parking lot filter into the cramped trunk. I wondered where we were at this time, and just what exactly Sage had planned. After a long wait, I was delighted and scared to realize Sage had returned. I was scared because how I knew she was back, was from the sound of the trunk being popped open remotely. It was soon followed by the familiar sound of a shopping cart rolling across asphalt. I could sense that Sage had reached the car and had opened the trunk. She then began to place shopping bags into the trunk with my; placing them around me. I hoped dearly that no one was close enough to peer inside to see me, but was also confident that Sage was being cautious with my exposure. 

"Just had to pick up a few things before heading over to your place. I'm sure the bags won't be an issue with you back here slut." 

Upon finishing her statement to me, I heard the and felt the lid of the trunk pushed shut, and was again left to think and wait. After I assume, returning her cart, Sage returned to the car and again we set off. From here last statement to me, I figured we were heading to my place, and that it shouldn't be too long because the shopping market was near to my house. We traveled for about another three minutes before stopping once again and Sage exiting the car and popping the trunk. I could only assume that we had arrived at my home, but I was in store for further surprises. Sage reached in and began to help me out of the cramped space and to my feet. She uncuffed my hands first, and then removed the ball gag before instructing me to take the blindfold off myself. 

I reached up and peeled the piece of fabric away from my eyes. My first surprise was that it was no longer daylight, and that meant we had been out for far longer than I realized. The second and more dramatic surprise was that we were not at my house, but instead back in the staff parking lot of the college. I quickly glanced around to see if anyone else was present, and was somewhat comforted to see that other than our two cars, we seemed to be alone. As I began to grapple with surprising nature of my situation, Sage spoke to inform me of what I was expected to do now. 

"Well slut,as you can see we are back at college. I didn't think it best to leave your car here, and figured you could drive it home. However, I also felt it would be fun to push your limits some more. You will driving home naked. This of course isn't all that hard considering that you drive to college in the nude most of the time already. To add to the difficulty of the drive you will be doing it with your hands cuffed together; in front of you for a change. Also, your passenger window will need to be rolled down completely for the entire journey. Is this clear slut?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

"Good, here are your car keys, and if you would be so kind as to hold out your wrists as I again attach these." 

Sage snapped on the cuffs, and then turned to leave me to make my way home on my own in my car. I stayed standing as I watched her enter her car and drive off before turning to mine to do the same. While it is true that I have become accustomed to driving to college in the nude, I wasn't too familiar with the level of traffic on the roads back to my house at this time of day; just before dusk and with the sun still up. Also, I have always had the added sense of security provided from my dark tinted windows, which of course would now be some what diminished thanks to the fact that my passenger window would have to rolled down. 

Once inside my car, I quickly got the key into the ignition and started it. I rolled down the window, and took a deep breath before put it into gear and pulling away. I decided best to keep in the far right lane as much as possible to limit the amount of passers by on my passenger side. Thankfully, I was somewhat glad that I did not live too far away from the college, but did understand that I would be better off rerouting my usual path home as it would most certainly be busy at this time of day. So I instead planned to use the side streets of connecting neighborhoods, much as I had when Sage had me walk home naked from the park. Unfortunately, this meant I would spend a longer amount of time driving naked and handcuffed in my car, and unlike my previous journey home from the park I would not have access to a semi-concealed wash basin to travel along. 

As I traveled through the different neighborhoods, I was a ball of nerves. I knew that for the most part no car would be able to pass to the right of me, which kept my exposure from the open window to a minimum, but I couldn't help and sense that at any moment someone from one of the many houses I passed would be outside and take notice of the nude driving slowly past them. Fortunately, all my fretting was for not, as I soon arrived to my neighborhood and was turning onto my street. I could see that Sage's car was parked on the street, which was a blessing because it meant I was free to park in the garage. Also, I did not see any of my neighbors out and about, so as I pulled into the drive and reached up to press the button to open the garage door I had an aura of confidence about me from another of my Mistress' tasks successfully completed. 

Parked inside the garage bay, I turned off my car's engine and pressed the button to close the garage. I exited my car and made my way to the entrance of my house full of curiosity and wonder as to what was in store for me now. As I entered, I saw no sign of Sage immediately, but did hear the sound of groceries being put away in the kitchen. Wanting to show my Mistress I was back and successful, I headed off towards the kitchen to find her. Once in the kitchen, Sage rose from being bent over in the fridge to greet me. 

"Perfect timing slut, I just finished putting the last of the groceries away; I am sure your travels home went smoothly." 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"Good, because I have a special and interesting night lined up for you. I have secretly set you up on a special date. However, it isn't your typical first date, but rather a sex date. I found a man online that was interested in meeting a woman he could use for a night. Of course, I pretended to be you through our online correspondence as I determined whether or not he was the right fit for the occasion. You see, I have been wondering lately what it would be like to see you taken by a male figure, especially one in which would be a complete stranger to you. So I have been perusing different online sex personals to find an appropriate match for the situation. Doesn't that sound absolutely delightful slut?' 

The idea of being set up with an unknown male to be used by in a sexual manner both frightened and excited me. This whole time my relationship has been growing with Sage, I not once thought about being with a man; I had been completely content with the endless experiences Sage had broughten me. So reflected upon that idea, I answered my Mistress the only way I could, and only way I truly wanted to. 

"Yes Mistress." 

"Excellent, I knew you too would be excited. He will be arriving within an hour so I have to go over a few things that will be expected of you, as well as some of the things promised him on your behalf. Firstly, you are to behave and obey him as if he was me; anything he wants is permitted. Secondly, I will not be here considering he is not aware I control you and thinks you are submitting to him under your own desires, but I have gotten him to agree, didn't take much might I add, to film the whole thing on the camcorder which is currently located on the coffee table in the living room. Thirdly, once he arrives you are to greet him wearing only a tiny g-string which I have left for you on your bed, and a pair of your highest heels. This was his request, and I felt it only appropriate that the evening between you two start with little in the way of confusion as to what you truly are; a slut. Anyways, his name is Gerald, and I am sure you two will have fun. I will be on my way, make sure you are showered and ready to go before he gets here slut, and call me the moment he leaves." 

"Yes Mistress." 

With that she unlocked the cuffs, moved past me, and proceeded to exit my house. Just as she was about to shut the door she mentioned I was to call her the moment Gerald left. My mind was running a million miles a minute with the bombshell Sage had just dropped. I couldn't believe she had set me up to have sex with a complete stranger she met online. The thought scared and aroused me almost equally. It had been so long since I had been with a man, and while the idea intrigued me, I also knew that it wasn't going to be like any of other previous experiences. This was going to a stranger, using me for his pleasure, and me submitting willfully to him. Coming to that conclusion, I felt my face flush, and my sex slicken with arousal; I quickly hurried upstairs to shower and get ready. 

In the shower I made sure every inch of my body was clean, and that there was no unwanted stubble near my intimate areas. The feeling of running my fingers across my now shaved head was a reawakening as to what I had already gotten into today. However, it did cause a smile to form across my face as I realised that it showed my commitment to my mistress, as to would my performance tonight. Drying up, and getting out of the shower, I was happy to notice my new haircut cut my getting ready time down considerably. I now only had to apply my makeup and then dress. I opted for a clean, natural look with my makeup before returning to my room to put on the lone piece of clothing I was to wear. 

On my bed lay the tiniest string of underwear I had ever seen. It was quite simply just a neon pink string of elastic that would stretch around my hips and sit in between my ass cheeks and pussy lips. It makes absolutely no attempt for covering anything, but it did certainly make me look the role of a slut as I gazed at myself wearing it in the mirror. The elastic cuts into my pussy, and splits my lips open and holds the slightest bit of pressure on my clit. I smile again at myself from just how naughty it looks. Pulling myself away from the mirror, I move to my closet to find my highest set of heels. My highest pair just so happen to be a pair of six and a half inch, neon pink accented, clear stripper heels. Putting them accentuated the slut look Sage wanted, and I was already beginning to leak with arousal of having to present myself this way to a strange man in a matter of minutes. 

Glancing up at my bedroom wall clock, I could see that a half hour had passed since Sage had left, and figured I should be expecting my male caller to be arriving before the end of the hour. I made my way back to the living room to wait. Just the simple act of walking through my house as I was dressed made me feel slutty; even more so than I did when I walked around naked. This felt different and exciting, probably because it was new to me. Being naked in my house had become customary, now I felt as if I was going to be performing; and in a way I guess I would be. 

After a few minutes there was a knock at my door, and I sort of jumped at the sound of it. Settling my nerves some I walked over to the door knowing that this must be Gerald, the man Sage had arranged I be a slut for. I didn't bother looking through the peep hole to see who it was, figuring that I would know if it was him or not, and deciding it best to just jump into the moment with both feet. 

Swinging the door open, I presented myself in a sexy manner to the person standing before me. It was a man, looked to be about mid-thirties, normal height, normal build, and short brown hair. I stood there silently for a moment as I took him in, and he gazed at me. He was an average looking man somewhat attractive, but nothing about him really stood out. Wearing basic t-shirt and jeans with a pair of sneakers, he looked like any other ordinary Joe walking down a street; certainly not like a man who was about to use me as a slut. 

He broke the silence first, "May I come in Cynthia." 

I nodded my head fearing that my words would fail me. I was struck by the fact that he knew my name. I guess I assumed Sage would have used a fake name, but then again she did set up this meeting at my house, so I'm sure she wasn't to concerned about me being recognized. Leading him into my house, I motioned with my arm towards the living room where the camcorder was. As he walked that way he spoke once again. 

"I glad to see that you shaved your head for me. It really shows the depth of your submission to me, even if it is just for this one time. Its a shame though that I am not gonna be able to stay longer; I had something come up last minute and can only stay for a bit. But, I'm sure I can enjoy myself and my use of you in that time." 

He flipped on the camcorder, as I continued to look at him in silence. I was somewhat startled by the realization that it was him who asked Sage to have my head buzzed, and not something Sage originally had planned for me. Also, I was absorbing the fact that he was indeed here to use me as a sexual outlet, but was happy to note that he did mention he wasn't going to be able to stay long. As I contemplated all of this, I must have glazed over at some point, because I was startled back to the present by the sound of voice speaking at me hastily. 

"Well slut, what are you waiting for. Get that cunt of a mouth over here, and get my cock ready to fuck your worthless little slut self." 

[hirarandi]

The vulgarity of his statement may have been a bit shocking, but I quickly scurried over to him to do as he commanded. His stern, and authoritative tone did not scare me, but instead aroused me. I felt as if it was my duty to serve him, and serve him eagerly and obediently. In my head, he was just an extension of Sage. My mistress ordered me to obey his commands, so if I weren't to listen I would be disobey not only him but also Sage. That is why my pussy moistened, and why I was soon on my knees in front of him working to free his stranger cock from his pants. Once free, I quickly got my mouth and hands onto it to get him "ready". As I did, his vulgar comments continued to spew out at me. 

"Thats it slut, really work my fat cock. Show me the only thing stupid cunt mouth like yours is good for. Get my dick nice and hard so I can fuck your whore face like it needs to be." 

His words only added to my excitement and enthusiasm; especially considering the whole ordeal was being captured on video. I was bobbing up and down on his cock like a mad woman, while my hands furiously worked his shaft and balls. Once he was completely hard, he used his free hand to push me away on my forehead before speaking once again. 

"Okay bitch, know that you got my hard I am going to really put you through your paces. I'm sure a worthless whore like you has some rope or ties I could use, so why don't you get up off of your dick-sucking knees and go get it for me while I get undressed the rest of the way. And don't take to long slut, I don't want my dick getting soft while I wait." 

I quickly stood and began to make my way to the bedroom where I knew Sage had me store some rope. As I hurried to get it, I thought to myself that he was right in his assumption that I would have something for him to use to tie me up. In fact, I had a number of different materials for doing just that now that I was Sage's submissive. Despite the number of choices I had, as I reached my bedroom I figured to just grab the rope as that was what he had asked for. However, because I wasn't sure what he intended to do with it, I made sure to bring enough, and in varying lengths to be suitable to whatever he desired. With the supply of rope in hand, I returned to him standing naked, erect, and capturing my re-entry with the camera. As I walk closer, I was able to take him in some more. Now that he was naked, I could see that he kept himself in decent shape, and overall rather tone. His cock stuck out taunting me, as it glistened with my saliva. I must admit that is was an impressive cock; about seven and half inches long, with some good thick girth to it. My pussy gushed with the thought of feeling it penetrate me, but I wasn't able to imagine it for long before he spoke to me again. 

"Well done slut. It is good to see a dumb whore like yourself can follow orders. Now come over here and turn around." 

As he said this, he sat the camera down on a shelf nearby to continue to record, but to allow him the use of both hands. Reaching him, he took the rope from my hands hastily, and I turned to face away. I felt him reach out and grab one of my wrists and pull it behind me. He then began to wrap the end of a piece of rope around it to secure it. Satisfied with the snugness of the knot, he proceeded to do the same with the other wrist. When done, I once again had my hands restrained behind my back as I had earlier with the handcuffs. He seemed to approve of his work, and signaled so with a firm swat on my ass and barking out further orders. 

"There, that will work nicely. Now I can use that cunt mouth of yours as it truly should be used; just another slutty fuck-hole. So get back on your knees and open that cum-trap for my cock." 

Without hesitation, I returned to my knees in front of the man that was a stranger to me no more than ten minutes earlier, and offered the use of my mouth to him once again. However, rather than simply sliding his member right into my open mouth, he began to whack me in the face with it. He dropped hard thuds onto my cheeks, chin, forehead, eyes, and nose. Basically, battering my entire face with his girthy unit. Throughout the cock beating, he continued to insult and humiliate me verbally while holding the video camera. 

"Feel the power of my dick you stupid cunt. *thud* Feel how heavy and hard it is as I slap it into your whore face. *thud* This is how dumb sluts need to be treated *thud*, just as an object for dominants to use as they wish. *thud* I bet your sloppy cunt *thud* is just dripping with arousal *thud*, and that you actually feel proud *thud* to be used like this. *thud* Isn't that right slut? *thud* You love what I'm doing to you, *thud* and want more don't you? *thud*" 

I answered him between slaps. 

"Yes, I love feeling your hard cock slamming into my face. *thud* I want to be used as the worthless whore I am. *thud* Use me as you wish sir." 

A smile crept across his face at my reply, as he continued with his dick-slapping assault on my face and verbal humiliation of me 

"Oh, I intend to slut, *thud* and I intend to see just how willing of a whore you are going to continue to be *thud*." 

With his last statement the onslaught of slaps ended, and rather unceremoniously he inserted his hammer of a cock into my mouth with one rough push. I could understand now why he had restrained my hands; he wasn't looking to receive mind-blowing blow job, but rather just looking to fuck my face. He began to slide himself in an out of my mouth, and with each re-entry he would press in a bit more. I felt his free hand grab ahold of my shaved head as if palming a basketball to pull it in to meet his thrusts. The head of his cock was soon pressing up against my the entrance to my throat, and I did my best to relax and let it in. My spit was thickening its coating on his shaft and he was quickly able to gain access to the tightness of my throat. Once in, the verbal assault began again as I tried to hold off gagging on his meat to little success. 

"That's it slut, give me that throat of yours. Take my thick, fat dick like a true cunt, as I face fuck you stupid. Yeah bitch, gag on my cock; let me see struggle with my rod lodged in your hole. Take it to the balls whore." 

In short order, I did just that as I felt his dangle of testicles bounce on my chin. My eyes were watering, and I was drooling and spitting up all over his cock. He however, only seemed to be encouraged by this and continued to fuck my face harder and with more vulgar commentary. 

"I love it when a dumb whore takes to getting her face pummeled by cock so well. Its truly like your mouth is just another cunt hole to take a fucking in. Lets see now though how long you can hold this dick in your slut throat. It is such a lovely sight to see a whore's face stuffed with a thick cock, balls smashed into her chin, and eyes bugging out as they struggle to breathe. What do you say cunt, you want me to shove my cock all the way in, and see how long you can hold there?" 

He pulled his slimey dick from my mouth and throat, and rested it on my face to allow me to actually answer. 

"Yes, please do that to me." 

He replied sharply, "Do what slut, I want to hear you say it." 

"Please shove your dick all the way into my throat to see how long I can hold it there." 

Again he replied sternly, "Come on slut, I want to hear you really beg for it. Tell me just how much you want it, and what you will do to convince me to do it." 

I quickly, and desperately answered back, "Oh, please sir, stuff your fat cock into my mouth and throat. Hold it in this slut's throat, while I struggle to breathe. Choke me out with your dick sir, I need it. Please, I will do anything, you name it I will do it. Just please shove your cock deep in to my whore throat." 

Another smiled formed on his face, as he continued to rest his hot, thick cock on my face and answered back, "What a true dumb slut you are. Begging to be choked out by my dick, and willing to do anything for it. Let's see just how true that is." 

He then, without warning, lifted me up by one of my arms and leading me towards the front door. Reaching the door he turned the knob and swung it open. He pulled me through the threshold, and pushed me out onto my porch. Standing in the doorway in front of me, still holding the camera and still very much erect he gave me some more orders. 

"So you will do anything to get me to stuff your throat with my cock huh? Okay, how about you go out to my car parked right there on the street, and lick one of my tires. Show me what a pathetic and desperate cunt you are. Prove to me what you said is true." 

Even though the sun was still out and anyone of my neighbors could see me, or may have even been already watching me, I did as instructed and walked out to his car, got down on my knees, and licked the side wall of his front passenger tire. The taste of rubber and asphalt coated my tongue, but I didn't care because I just wanted to be the most depraved slut this man had ever been with. So as I struggled some to stand back up, and made my way back to him, I did so with a sense of pride and confidence. I could once again see the devilish smile on his face, and it almost made me smile as well. Once I got back in front of him, he spoke. 

"What a fucking wild and wicked whore. Get down on your knees right here and I will fill that cunt throat of yours up to my balls with dick." 

Eagerly, I did just that, and was rewarded quickly with the rough invasion of his meaty member forcing its way into the far reaches of my throat. His hand once again grabbed ahold of my head with his free hand to pull me into him. Within seconds he is lodged as deep as he can be, his balls smashed into my chin and his pubes flattening out my nose. His grip on my head tightens as he hold himself there and begins to speak. 

"There you go cunt. I got your fuck hole filled to the brim with all of my cock. Now hold in there as long as you can, and look up at me as you do, I wanna see those dumb eyes of yours bulge and water." 

I stared right into the camera lens as I tried to focus on relaxing with his meat packed into my windpipe. He stared right back down at me as the seconds ticked by. I started to struggle some about twenty seconds in, but did my best not to show it. My eyes must of betrayed me, because another smirk came across his face and I felt his grip tighten on my head. Thirty seconds in, and I my eyes really began to water, and my throat started to spurt. He just continued to hold himself inside, and hold my head still. After another ten seconds, I could actually feel my eyes begin to bulge out, and my throat desperately begin to contract in an attempt of rid itself of the obstruction. My wrists pulled at the rope restraining them, but to no avail. My vision blurred with tears, and I could feel the ooze of escaping spit run out of my mouth and onto my chin. Another five seconds and my vision began to fade; I begin to feel as though I may actually pass out. His grips locks my onto him as I feel myself sputter and gag, while I slip closer to darkness as another five seconds ticks by. Just when I feel I may fade out, he releases his grip and pulls his now slimey cock from my mouth and throat. 

I gasp for air as my vision returns and my senses come back to me. As I am swallowing air by the mouthful, I can hear him chuckle to himself and rest his heavy throat intruder once again on my face. The slippery coating of my saliva causes it to slide around some which only brings about more of a chuckle from him and some more degrading words. 

"That was almost good slut. I was almost impressed with you, but unfortunately you didn't quite make it to my goal of a minute so you are just another failure whore. I will let you try again, but you will have to earn the right once again. How does that sound cunt? Do you want a second chance to impress me with your slutty skills?" 

Between gasps for air I answered, "Yes sir, I want nothing more than to try again at impressing you by holding you huge cock in my whore throat for as long as I can. I will do whatever I have to, to earn the privilege to try again. Please sir, allow this stupid slut the opportunity." 

That evil smirk formed again on his face as he replied, "Okay slut, lick out my asshole and I will give you another whack at it." 

Then he simply turned his ass towards me, and bent over slightly. I could see he did manage to twist is upper half to continue filming my next act of depravity, as I instinctively leaned in my face to his rump. Without the use of my hands, I had to push my face into the crack of his ass and work to find his asshole. The coating of saliva on my face from his resting cock helped me slip between his cheeks, and I quickly locked onto my target with my searching tongue. He tasted surprisingly pleasant with just a hint of sweatiness. I plunged my tongue as deep as I could, and began to swirl it around to lap up his asshole. I even began to use my lips a somewhat sucking fashion to slurp up the wetness I was creating with my darting tongue. As I work away, he made sure to continue his verbal humiliation of me. 

"Yes slut, get your worthless whore face in there and clean out my asshole. Work it deep, and show me what a little garbage skank you are. Oh yeah cunt, that's it, can you taste that I took a fat dump at the gas station right before I got here?" 

I couldn't actually taste anything that seemed foul, but the mere mention of it made me work harder at lick out his rectum even though I should have been turned off. I was on an extreme of horniness and arousal that everything about this experience was working to stimulate me. Soon I felt the grip of his hand on the back of my head, and pull me harder into his rear as I continued my tongue tornado assault on his puckered hole. He held my tight for a few seconds before pulling away and turning back to face me. 

He said nothing this time, just pressed the head of his rigid penis into my mouth, and slid it all the way to the hilt. Once again, with his balls smashed against my chin, he grab ahold of my head and held himself in my throat. Just like the first time, I looked up into the camera lens as the seconds ticked by. I really worked to focus and do better; to last longer. Again, thirty seconds in and my eyes began to bulge and water some. I spoke to myself in my head, to try and calm down, and to urge myself to hold out as long as possible. Forty five seconds in, I felt as though I was doing better than the last time; my eyes were watering more, but I didn't feel as though I was struggling for breath or trying to eject his cock from throat with spasms. After another ten seconds in, roughly the same time I lasted last time, the signs of struggle and lack of oxygen began to show up, but I was determined to prove to him and myself that I could last longer. As my vision began to darken once again after five more seconds, it was me pushing forward to hold on and not him pulling me that showed my determination to him and caused another degrading chuckle to escape his lips. 

I made it to a minute, with saliva oozing out all over the place, my wrists pulling tight at the rope restraining them, my vision blurry with tears and darkness, but I wasn't going to back off or show signs of fading. Fighting my instincts, I forced my eyes to stay open, and rather than trying to spurt out the cock intrusion, I attempted to swallow; to take more of it deeper. A minute fifteenth in, and I still was fighting to last longer. I was leaning hard into him to show my desire to serve. My eyes strained to remain open as my brain was trying to tell them to close and to let my body collapse. I began counting in my head to push for a goal. I wanted to get to thirty before I would allow my body to give in. With each number I counted off to myself, I felt more and more proud of my myself. I was closing in on my goal, when I began to feel my eyes winning the fight to close, and just as I got to thirty I let them shut. No longer pushing in and with my eyes shut, I waited to see when he would pull out, and I began to wonder if he was going to wait until I passed out. Fortunately, he pulled himself loose after about another few seconds, and I was again gasping to fill my lungs back up with air. 

"Well done cunt, you doubled your previous time. Not bad for a slut hole. However, I regret that I must be on my way. I can't be wasting all my time on no good cum sponge like you, I have plenty of other more important things that need tending to." 

Finishing his statement, I heard him began to grunt. I looked up to him still breathing a bit heavily, and began to get hit with a torrent of wet cum splatters on my face. He was jerking himself off onto me as if that was all I was there for. In a sense I guess I was, and it was with this realization that I truly felt like a used slut. He continued to shoot wad after wad onto my face, coating me like a glazed donut. When he finally finished, he stepped back into the house, reminding me that the last few minutes of deprivation and humiliation were performed on my front porch. He set the camcorder back on coffee table, got re-dressed, and then made his way back over towards me. He said nothing as he walked past me and down the porch to his car. I heard his door open and engine start as I remained kneeling in front of my door in a state of bewilderment. Just before he pulled away, he shouted out of an open window to me, "Thanks for the good time slut! Keep in touch!" 

Hearing his car pull away, I stood up to enter my house. He hadn't even untied my hands before he left. He had simply just shown up to use and defile me, to make me do humiliating and degrading things, before getting himself off and leaving me to figure out what to do next. I had never felt so aroused and alive in my life. I hurried inside, closing the door behind me, and went to get my cell phone. With my hands tied behind me, fished it out of my purse, managed to unlock it and open up the dialer. Pressing the 1 to speed dial Sage, I laid it on my bed and turned to bend down and put my head to it as it rang. Sage answered after two rings, and immediately begun to ask questions. 

I answered everything, and told her about the entire ordeal. she seemed pleased with my obedience, and really enjoyed hearing how he left me; she even playfully threatened to leave tied up until the next morning. However, the desire to watch the tape off my humiliation was too much to resist, and she acquiesced to come over to let me out and watch the tape. 

[hirarandi]

Sage arrived about thirty minutes after our call ended, and Gerald had left. She did not however, immediately untie me, but watched to video of my "date" with Gerald first. By this time his cum had solidified on my face, making it hard for me to see or talk. She even left me tied up; extending my uncomfortableness, while she began to enlighten me with what she had planned for me this weekend. 

"Well slut you only have one weekend and the rest of next week left to continue earning the special trip I have planned for us, but I warn you things will progressively become more daring, and will take more willingness from you to complete. As you found out today, I expect a lot from you to earn this trip. So with that said, this weekend I have a few tasks for you to complete; three to be exact. I will give you the instructions for the first task now, and you will be given instructions for the others upon completing the previous task. Is this understood slut?"

"Yes Mistress, I understand and am eager to do as you wish."

"Very good little teacher slut, I am glad to hear it. So with that let me get to the details of your first task. Starting tonight, once I leave, you are to get yourself cleaned up and pick out the smallest sundress you own, and the highest pair of heels that best match it. You will wear the heels and your collar, but not the sundress; for you will take the dress to your car and hang in the back seat. It will be what you wear for your task. With that complete, you will remain naked in your heels as you eat dinner, and wait to leave for your task. At ten p.m. you are to take your purse and phone, get into your car, and drive to the adult shop at the edge of town. The drive will be done while remaining naked. Upon arriving park as close as you can to the front entrance. Once parked you are then to get out and retrieve your sun dress from the back seat, and put it on while standing in the parking lot. Is everything clear so far my slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

I could already feel the heat of my arousal from the little bit of the task Sage had explained so far, and I knew there was plenty more to expect. The idea of getting dressed in the middle of a parking lot should have scared me, but instead I was actually looking forward to it. That isn't something I would have been interested in before I met Sage; but then again there have been hundreds of things I have done with Sage that I would never thought about doing before. After receiving my confirmation, Sage continued.

"Good, because now it will start to get interesting, and I want to make sure understand my instructions completely. With your dress on, you will enter the shop and proceed to the counter. You are to ask for ten dollars' worth of coins to the video booths, but make sure you also ask if booth three is available. The attendant will understand, and either inform that it is our direct you to another booth. The reason you must inquire about booth three is because that booth is a glory hole booth, if it is booked they will give you a booth number to another glory hole booth. You maybe realizing now a bit of what I expect for your first task; do you?"

"Yes Mistress, I will most likely be performing oral sex on strangers through the glory hole."

That idea once again excited me; especially considering I was still covered in the ejaculate of a stranger at that moment.

"That's good whore, but there is a bit more to it than that. Once you get into the booth, you will secure yourself inside by locking the door. You are to then feed the video machine with some coins to start a video; it doesn't matter what video you choose. At the moment the video begins playing your will to remove your dress and hang it from the handle on the door, and set your purse on the ground by the door; make sure to pull out your phone. Next, it is the waiting game. One either both side walls of your booth will be a hole, you are to squat down and hold your index finger in each of the holes until somebody puts their dick in it. As soon as that happens you are to begin giving it a blow job, but you must also use your phone to capture a clear picture of your face with the cock in your mouth. You blow them until they cum, making sure some of it ends up on you somewhere at which point you will take another picture of yourself. This will continue until you have finished off ten guys. At any slow point you are to text me any and all pictures you took up to that point. You are not to touch yourself or climax during this time. When you reach ten, and all of the pictures have been sent to me, you will then call me for further instructions for your first task. Is this all understood slut?"

"Yes Mistress, it is understood."

My response was immediate, and my mind flooded with the possibilities of the task. The simple idea of anonymously sucking off ten guys was nerve racking and exhilarating all at the same time. I never would have believed that something like this would turn me on, but here I was dripping with arousal from just the thought of it. It would certainly be a memorable experience for me, and as I pictured how the task would go in my head, Sage had me turn around to begin removing the ropes binding my arms. Setting me free, she said no more as she exited my house and left me to get ready for my adventure. 

By ten o'clock that night I was ready and raring to go. I made sure to eat, and did just as Sage had ordered. Because of my excitement, I had to keep myself from running to my car, and speeding to the adult shop once I was in the car. Driving naked was nothing new for me, and because of the time of night, I wasn't too concerned about being noticed. It took me about twenty minutes to reach the store, and because it was a Friday night the parking lot seemed to have a good fill of cars in it. I found the closest spot I could to front entrance and parked; I was probably about thirty feet from it in the front row. Turning off my engine, I took a deep breath to steady myself and calm my excitement some. Once I was settled some, I grabbed my purse and open my car door. The cool night air felt devilishly wicked on my naked body. I then placed my purse on the roof of my car as I closed my door and opened the back one. Grabbing the small, light dress that was hanging there, I quickly slipped it on over my head. It was at this point that I took my first look around to see if anyone was looking; there was however no one outside. 

Retrieving my purse from the roof of the car, I proceeded to make my way towards the entrance of the shop. Upon entering, I made no attempt to meander around, but instead made my way directly to the counter. I figured that the sooner I did, the better or else I would soon be just a puddle of nerves and excitement. The employee behind the counter was a mid-thirties man with a gut and stubble on his face. He immediately took notice of me, and a grin of intrigue slipped onto his face. As I reached him, he asked if there was anything he could help me out with. I asked for the ten dollars in video booth coins, and then asked if booth three was available. His grin grew larger, filled with his understanding of what I was asking, and happily told me that it was indeed available as he handed me a fist full of gold tokens. I thanked him for his assistance, and quickly headed off towards the booths. 

They were located down a hall to the left of the counter, and booth number three was easy to locate as it was one of three booths with a red door; the other seven had black doors to match the walls. Inside my booth, I fed the coin slot to start playing videos, and picked a video that showed a blonde woman having sex with a group of men. With my video selection made, I pulled off my dress and hung it from the door handle. My purse was already on the ground as Sage requested, but I had to pull out my phone so I could more easily access it later. I took my position, squatting down in front of the monitor with my hands stretched out to the two holes in the wall on either side of me, and waited for my first visitor.

My wait was a little longer than I expected, and I could soon will the strain in my legs from my squatting position. As I waited, I thought about what I was about to do, and how even though I had given blow jobs to boyfriends in the past, it was never anything I particularly enjoyed or looked forward to. Now under Sage's guidance, I was actually eager to not only give a blow job, but to give ten in one night. My body was buzzing with the thought, and fortunately I soon heard the booth to my left open and close. After a few more long seconds, my first "customer" had arrived. His cock slipped semi-erect through the hole and I quickly took hold of it in my left hand. It was an average sized dick, nothing to write home about, just a typical circumcised, white skin cock. With cock in hand, I turned and brought my attention fully onto it. I stroked it some to get it to full mast, making sure to spit onto it for some lubrication. With it completely erect, I reached down for my phone, and put my mouth to the mushroom head. I cocked my head to the side and held out my phone to take the erotic selfie. Thankfully, I was able to capture the appropriate shot on the first attempt, and I was able to focus once again at the task at hand, or in this case mouth. 

I became lost in excitement as I worked my mouth on the first cock of the evening. I wanted to be completely involved in the moment and not just treat it as a task to be completed. I wanted the man on the other side of the wall to leave feeling like he got something more than just a quick simple blowjob. So, I made sure I did everything I could to maximize his pleasure and experience. I sucked him, stroked him, licked him, and hummed for him. I took time to slap his cock onto my tongue, and talk dirty to him. I played it up for him, and made him aware of how much of a dirty slut I was, and how much I enjoyed his cock. It must have been effective because I soon heard him grunt and felt the first blast of cum shoot off into my mouth. I backed off and let the next shot fly into my mouth; it only made it to my lower lip before falling and dbanging onto my chin. The last little bit just dribbled out, I eagerly put my lips back onto his member to catch it. At this moment I also took the second erotic selfie making sure to showcase his deflating cock, and the semen left behind on my chin. 

Once the man recovered, he pulled himself away from my grasp, and left without a word. Left alone again, I used my finger to scoop up the string of cum on my chin and fed it to myself. I then took my phone and quickly sent Sage my first two pictures of the night. After the pictures were sent, I once again waited for another cock to show up. Soon, another one did, and I perform the same way as I had with the last. The second one went about the same as the first with this time however the man actually speaking to me indicating he wanted to cum on my tits. When the time came I obliged his request, and he plastered my chest with his dick juice while I took a serious of pictures with my phone. When spent, he pulled his dick back through the hole in the wall, said thank you, and left. I began rubbing in his cum into my breast, was soon presented with another patron looking for my services. In fact the next ten minutes went by in a blur. 

I was able to service another three men, taking my required pictures as I did. With each I repeated my previous routine as I had done with the first two. None of the three men spoke, and all of their cocks were about the same; meaning nothing was really all that impressive about them. Each man came, either on my chest, my face or in my mouth, and each time I made sure I was smiling in the picture. After my first thirty minutes in the booth I was pleased to realize I was half way done with my ten blowjobs, and was feeling good that I make get my task done earlier than I previously thought. Hopefully, Sage would be happy with my completion of the task, and satisfied with how quickly I would get it done.

After finishing my first five men, I had a bit off down time so I quickly texted the eight new pictures I had taken to Sage. Unfortunately, the steady supply of men needing to be serviced seemed to have slowed down, so I had to take up my original position of squatting as I waited. Three minutes had passed and no one showed up, but I was surprised to see my phone light as I received a message from my mistress.

"Looks like my little teacher slut is having herself some fun. Half way through, so let's see if I can't make it a bit more interesting. During your next break between blow jobs, I want you to slip your dress through one of the holes and into which ever booth is empty at the moment. That should spice things up some, not knowing if you will get it back or not. Have fun slut, and keep the pictures coming. Oh, and don't forget to call me once you have gotten to ten." 

Sage always knows how to keep me on my toes, and push my limits. Pushing my dress through one of the holes would mean I would be left naked in my booth with nothing to cover up with. I would only be able to hope that once I was done my dress would still be in the booth for me to retrieve it after I was all done. There would be no guarantee that it would be, and also I would have to exit my booth completely naked to even get it back. Even though this new additional task was a gamble, I knew I wanted to take it and do what I could to make my mistress as pleased with me as possible. So, since I was still waiting for the next dick to appear, I grabbed my dress from the door handle, and began slipping it into the booth to my left. I pushed it through and watched it fall away in to the darkness of the other booth. I was now without any bit of clothing except for my heels. The knowledge of this, made me feel liberated, and I didn't care at that moment if I would get it back or not. I just wanted to suck some more cocks and please Sage.

Thankfully I did not have to wait long for my next "customer". Moments after my dress disappeared into the booth to my left, a dick poked through the hole on the right. It was by far the biggest of the night, but it would not have matter, as I would have devoured it no matter what. I quickly pounced on it as I had with the others, and even got so into it that I almost forgot to take the first picture. I quickly corrected my mistake, and was soon back to just focusing on getting the anonymous man in the booth next to me to cum. My enthusiasm must have been helpful, because I was able to get him off faster than any of the others. I felt his first spurt hit my tongue, and instinctively I pulled it out and let him finish spraying his load onto my face. Not only was he the largest cock of the night, but he also shot the largest load. Once he finally finished, it felt like my entire face was plastered with semen; I felt both dirty and proud. Before I let him pull away, I leaned in and kissed the head of his penis, while I also snapped off my required picture. 

With six men serviced, I could sense I was nearing the finish line. I was proud of myself for doing as my mistress wanted; proud of myself for being able to get these strangers off so effectively. Rather than wipe away the cum of the previous stranger as I had with all the others, I instead just clear it out of my eyes and let it remain as a badge of honor on my face as I waited for the next one. In my head, the stranger's load was a symbol of my duty, and of my success. Even if I was the only one that knew, it still carried the same amount of weight with me. I was a proud submissive, on her knees, in a glory hole booth, and sucking strange cocks. 

Waking me out of my proud moment was the appearance of the next cock protruding from the hole to my left; the booth with my dress. The notion that this stranger was in the same booth as my dress spurred me to perform more so. The idea that he may take it with him after, or that he was just simply standing on it with dirty shoes filled my head and I became a cock sucking fiend. I made quick work of him, got my pictures, and focused on the next one that was poking out of the other booth waiting. The next twenty or so minutes were a blur of me going back and forth from hole to hole, servicing the next three men. I was lost in my lustful desire to perform, and finish my task. By the end of my tenth man, I was covered and caked in cum; my badge of honor growing which each deposited new load. Fortunately, almost as if the universe knew my task, after the tenth man was finished, I had a long break. I took that time to send out the remaining pictures to Sage, and then call her. It only took one ring before she answered, and from the tone of her voice in her greeting I could tell that she was pleased with me. 

"Hello my glory hole slut, I see that you have finished the first part of your task. It seems that you completed it very well too. You look good covered in cum. Well, I guess now I should let you in on the second part of your task. You are to leave the booth immediately after this call ends. Do not even look to retrieve your discarded dress or wipe your face. Go directly outside and back to your car. Get inside and drive to the fast food restaurant at the other end of town. It will have a drive-thru which is open twenty four hours. You drive-thru and order a vanilla shake nude and covered in jizz. Once you have your shake, drive back home and park your car in the garage. Take your shake and purse inside, and leave your purse on the kitchen counter. You will then take out your phone and with the shake in hand go out through your front door to the neighbor's house across the street. They keep their garbage cans on the side of the house, you are to make your way too them at which point you will take another selfie of yourself throwing the shake away in their garbage. At no point are you to drink from the shake. You will then send me the picture, and wait by your neighbor's garbage cans for my reply. Is this clear slut?"

"Yes mistress."

The phone went silent; I knew what I had to do. I calmly stood up, put my phone in my purse, and picked it up. I didn't give myself time to think, I just went about my task as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Walking through the sex shop, I could feel the stares of the few patrons around the store. They were all gawking at my nudity, and the fact that I had a face plastered with cum. Keeping my head up, I pushed myself to continue and was soon outside headed to my car. Inside my car, I felt a bit more sense of safety and cover, but not much. I quickly started my engine and put it into gear to wake my way to the next destination. 

Since it was rather late, traffic in the town was minimal, and I didn't notice at any point if anyone else noticed me. It took me about twenty minutes to get to the drive-thru restaurant Sage requested I go to. The restaurant was close except for the drive-thru, and because it was the only building on the lot, there were only two cars parked outside; presumably belonging to the employees inside. Pulling up to the drive-thru, I was the only one there, so I had no wait to get to the order board. After being greeted by the employee's voice through the speaker box, I gave her my order and was told to pull to the next window to pay and pick up my shake. This was it, now another stranger would see my in such a whorish state; nude and covered in cum. As if on cue, a car pulled in behind me pretty cementing the fact that my only option was to pull forward. Not that I wanted to back out, but it did help me get over the little nerves I had. 

[hirarandi]

The window was just around the side of the building, and I was there within moments. The girl who took my order opened the window as I arrived and began to recite me order and cost to me. She didn't seem to notice me at first, as she was reading of the monitor in front of her, but once finished she looked to me and her jaw dropped open. Silence filled the space between us, until I finally broke it by handing her my card to pay. She shook out of her shocked state, and took my card to run it. Upon handing it back to me along with my receipt, she asked why I was naked. I responded in a cute fun way, saying it was a beautiful night out, and I felt like experiencing it in the nude. She accepted my answer, but also added that it seemed I was experiencing more than just the night while she pointed at my face. Blushing, I responded back saying I am just a girl who likes experiences. Again the girl smiled before reaching over and handing me my shake. I thanked her as I took my order, and then drove off. 

I was literally shaking as I drove away. All throughout my submission to Sage, it had always been just us two, no one was involved. Now, in just the span of a day, what was once no one has become many. The girl at the clothing store saw me naked; Gerald used me like a cheap hooker, and now I just displayed my nakedness and naughtiness off to a complete stranger at a drive-thru. It was all a bit overwhelming, but as I continued to drive I began to realize that it was also exhilarating. I felt energized and aroused, and wanted Sage to push me more; even if in doing so raised the level of danger. I was realizing that the danger aspect only added to the joy of my submission. As I came to my realization, I had arrived back at my house. 

Without any hint of hesitation, I quickly got my car parked in the garage, enter my house, and was soon making my way out my front door as Sage had instructed. It was late out, and my neighborhood was definitely a sleeping set of houses. The risk of being seen out naked covered in cum was certainly low, but also not out of the possibilities. My heels clicked on the concrete and asphalt as I walked to my destination. Just as Sage and informed me, my neighbor's trash cans were indeed on the side of their house, to the left of the garage. It was a rather dark pathway that led to their backyard, but dark also meant less exposure for me. 

I stopped as I reached the trash cans, and opened the first one. Positioning myself, I stretched out my hand with the phone and took a picture of myself holding the shake just open can. With the picture taken, I dropped the shake into the garbage and closed the lid before sending the picture to Sage. I then waited for her response back, a wait that seemed longer than it needed to be. However, I just stood there naked next to my neighbors' trash, for my mistress to contact me as she said she would. Just about two minutes after I sent the picture, my phone chimed notifying me of a new text message. I quickly opened the message and read what Sage had sent.

"Go into their backyard."

She was pushing me further, and I loved it. Seeking into my neighbors' backyard while naked would be so thrilling and scary, I would have to make sure I didn't leave a trail of arousal behind me as I walked. I immediately began following the side pathway to their backyard, knowing at this time of night they were most likely already in bed asleep. At the end of the path I reach a gate and have to reach over to open it from the other side. I do so as quietly as possible, not wanting to be too obvious and wake my neighbors. Once past the gate and closing it behind me, I take a deep breath and commend myself for quickly doing as my mistress ordered. However, now I have to wait once again, as I do not know what is next; Sage had not given me any further details yet. Moments pass as I stand vulnerable in my neighbors' backyard waiting for contact from Sage. It finally comes, and I frantically open up the message on my phone to read it. 

"Go sit down in one of their outdoor lawn chairs, making sure to spread your legs wide open, and that you are facing their house. You will then make yourself cum. Once you have cum, you are to go back to your house, and get ready for bed. You are not to wash your face; I want you to sleep covered in the cum of anonymous strangers. When you wake up tomorrow, there will be an e-mail waiting for you detailing task number 2."

After reading the message, I quickly scanned the yard and saw that there were indeed chairs outside. I quickly made my way over to the nearest one, and positioned to face the house. Of course I made sure to be cautious the whole time, and to check to make sure my neighbors were actually not awake. The lights being off in their house was a clear indicator that they weren't, and in a flash I found myself sitting spread open rubbing my sex. Considering how worked up I had been all day I knew that my climax would come quick. I was slick with arousal and excitement, and within seconds of starting I could feel the rush of an orgasm coming forward. It hit me hard and long, causing me to shake and convulse as if processed. My sight faded as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I'm sure I moaned, but am not sure how loud. After what felt like an eternity, but in reality was a matter of seconds, my climax slowed to a stop. Considering I wasn't sure how noisy I was, I stood quickly on my shaking quivering legs to get out of there as soon as possible. 

Silently I crept around the side of the house and across the street. Making it to my house, I entered and headed straight to my room. After the day I had, and orgasm, I was exhausted. Even if Sage hadn't told me not to wash my face, I don't think I would have been able to. Once I made it to my bed I crashed onto it, and was asleep in no time. 

[hirarandi]

I awoke early the next morning naked and crusted with cum, but I felt refreshed and energized. I was proud of myself for doing as my mistress set out for me the night before, and was eager to see what my next task may be. Without cleaning up, I walked to my computer and booted it up. Once it was running, I logged into my email and saw the message I was dying to read awaiting me; it simply had the subject "Task #2", and I could see Sage had also added some attachments to it. Before reading the email I opened up the attachments, and immediately my pussy flooded with arousal as I viewed the very erotic and pornographic pictures of me from the night before. In my state of heightened arousal, I read over the email that detailed my next task.

"Good morning gloryhole slut. Hopefully you are able to take to your next task as easy as you did your first; it should be quite the thrill for you. Before I get to that however, I need to give you a bit of background as to how I came up with this task. As you may be able to gather I am a very sexual young women, and considering this I sometimes enjoy the wonderful offerings of the internet when it comes to pornography. There is site I go sometimes that specializes in girls using webcams to put on sexy shows for anonymous audiences. You know the type, were you get to view them for free, but the girls usually will do more wild and erotic stuff if you tip them electronically. Well anyways, some of my more favorite shows are often ones in which the girl is somewhere public while doing the sexual performance for tips. It has a sense of excitement, and danger. 

So that brings me to your second task, I want you to perform a show like this for me. Not too worry, it will only be me you will be performing for, but it will be in a public venue. In fact the location for this performance of yours will take place at the University library two towns over. You will bring with you your laptop that has a built in webcam, and if you look in your hall closet you will find a newly acquired second webcam and mobile modem. The mobile modem will allow you to use your laptop without risking the tech team at the University seeing what you will be doing, and the second webcam will help capture multiple angels. Setting them up should be rather easy. 

You are to leave for the library as soon as you finish this email, and are cleaned up and ready to go; no later than noon. As far as what you are to wear, you should wear a nice sundress that is easily removable, and of course no underwear. I'll leave your footwear up to you, but I expect it to be sexy. Also, you are to bring your collar, the large dildo, a butt plug, and a long coat. Carry all of your items, in a backpack; that way you will look more like a student. Upon reaching the University, you will call me, and I will inform you on the details of how you will connect with me via webcam. Remember, to be at the library no later than noon, I will be expecting your call so don't make me wait.

Sincerely,

Your Mistress"

Once I finished reading the email, I ponder my task momentarily wondering of the number of possibilities and risk I may have to take. However, the excitement to perform for my mistress even via webcam was enough to quell any fears or hesitations I may have had. I hurried off to clean up and gather my supplies, for I knew I would want to make sure and get to the library as soon as possible. In the shower, as I scrubbed away the remnants of my glory hole adventure, I envisioned what putting on a webcam show for Sage in a public library would be like. My hand wandered between my thighs as I imagined being naked amongst the books and stacks, or pushing a dildo into myself as I sat at a study nook; it was amazing how much the thoughts excited me.

Not wanting to push myself to climax without Sage's permission, I reluctantly pulled my hand away from myself, exited the shower to dry off. Quickly, I fixed myself up and had on a nice airy, blue sundress with spaghetti straps. The hem came down to three inches above my knee, and felt incredibly light on my naked skin. I paired the dress with a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes, to add to the effect of a college girl that the backpack would help with. Before leaving the closet, I pulled out my khaki colored trench coat to bring with me. When worn it would cover me up more than the sundress. 

Strolling to the hall closet, I found the two pieces of electronics Sage had informed me about and brought them back to my computer. I wanted to set them up prior to leaving so I wouldn't have to do it at the library. Just as Sage had sad, setup was a synch, and I was soon gathering the devices together to put into my bag. I still had my backpack that I used in college stored away in a closet. Getting the electronics put inside, I scurried off to my bedroom to retrieve the dildo, butt plug, and my collar. Putting each item inside the pack, and zipping it shut, I was ready to head out for the University. 

I had to travel about an hour to get there, and that meant I would arrive about an hour and a half before noon. The entire drive, I continued to imagine the endless possibilities Sage would come up with for my webcam show, and before I knew it I was at my destination. I was somewhat familiar with this University as it had been my college's rival in sports, and I would often come with friends to cheer on our sport teams. However, other than the sporting venues I wasn't too sure where anything else was. I had to stop and get out, to look at a campus guide map to find out the location of the library, and was happy to realize I had parked in the appropriate lot already. On my way back to my car to get my bag, I called Sage to let her know I had arrived; she answered almost immediately.

"So, my slut has made it to the library, and very quickly it seems. Someone must be eager to perform in public."

I responded appropriately being her submissive, "Yes mistress, I am eager to do as my mistress wishes."

"Well slut, I am happy to hear that, because I have plenty of wishes for you to fulfill this afternoon. However, you must first get ready. Go and find a nice secluded area of the library, a place you can be relatively alone. You will then setup your laptop, and webcams to begin chatting with me. I have emailed you the address to the site we will be using this afternoon, so once you are connect you will request me to view. Don't make we wait too long slut."

With that the line went dead, and I found myself quickly hurry to the library. Once inside, I began my hunt for an appropriate location to set up. The library was three stories tall, and after a preliminary glance around the main floor, I decided it might be best to go upstairs as it looked rather crowded with students on the first floor. Because of my short crew cut, and flirty blue dress, I did get my fair share of looks and stares as I headed off to the elevators, and I got a tingle inside when I thought if they only knew what I would be doing in a few moments. Hell, I didn't even know what I would be doing, only a vague idea. 

Inside the elevators, I decided to go directly to the top floor, as I figured less people would take to time to travel all the way up here to study. When the doors opened I was happy to see that my assumption was right. The elevator opened onto a smaller open study area with long tables of which only had a few students sitting at them reading or on laptops. The rest of the floor seemed too filled up with aisles of book stacks. I did notice that there was a pathway around the edges of the floor to follow along the walls, and that this path had some more private cubicles lining it. I decided to follow this path and investigate the floor a bit further.

As I walk around the floor, I passed the more private desk cubicles, and took note that most were empty. Also they were parallel with the aisle of books, so they almost were completed sealed off from outside view. I continued on the path and around the backside of the aisles. On the backside the path narrowed and there were no cubicles, just floor to ceiling glass windows to allow light in. Continuing on, the side opposite that of the elevators, the path widened and was a replica of the other side. A line of desk cubicles running along one side of the path pushed up to the wall, with the aisles of books running on the other side of the path. This side was far more secluded than the other, as it could not be seen from the main area of the library as easily. I walked down the entire row of cubicles to see how many were taken and was glad to see only two or three were; all mostly near the front, closer to the elevators. I doubled back and chose the empty cubicle at the end of the row, closest to the back wall. This way I could see anyone coming from in front of me, and not have to worry too much about someone coming from behind. 

Satisfied with my choice, I set my bag down and began to pull out my equipment I needed to set up. I left the "toys" in my bag and set it on the ground at my feet as I worked. Soon I was ready to go, and was quickly online with the modem Sage had purchased for me. Loading up my email, I found the link Sage had provided and loaded it up as soon as possible. It took a bit for me to become familiar with the site and make sure my webcams were set up, but within moments I figured it all out and sent of the invite for Sage to join the room. In a matter of seconds here name appeared in the chat box. The way the site was configured, I was the only one going to be using a webcam, while Sage and I would communicate mainly through the chat box. I was a bit disappointed by this, because I was hoping I would get to see my mistress as I performed for her, but at least I knew she would be seeing me. However, I couldn't dwell on that matter for long as Sage soon began the chat dialogue.

Sage: Have you found a nice secluded space for your webcam show?

Me: Yes mistress, I believe I have.

Sage: How about you lift up the second webcam and kind of give me a view of your surroundings?

I did as Sage instructed and lifted the secondary webcam up into the air and turned it around to show her a 360 degree view of where I was.

Sage: Very good slut, things should get interesting now. You should start by putting on your collar.

Me: Yes mistress.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my leather collar. With practiced hands I quickly had the strap around my neck.

Sage: Well now doesn't my little pet slut look so appropriate with her little collar on? Now why don't you show me how much of a slut you are, and take the dress off?

Me: Yes mistress.

With a flush of nerves I quickly looked around to make sure no one was around or coming near. Of course I chose this spot to keep that possibility low, but still wanted to make sure. Confident that I was hidden and no one was coming, I nervously began to pull the dress up and over my head. It took only seconds for me to take it off, but those felt like minutes. With it off, I set it down on the desk, and sat naked as I redirected my attention to Sage.

Sage: What a naughty little pet you are. I bet you feel so vulnerable sitting naked in a public library. Well, let's see if we can't push the envelope a little more. Considering I won't be letting you use the dress anymore, go and put it in the cubicle two in front of you. Oh, and make sure you angle the webcam so I can watch. 

Me: Yes mistress.

Riding a wave of nervous excitement I took no time to ponder my task, but simply stood up, adjusted the webcam, and then made my way to the cubicle with my dress in hand. No one was around, but the knowledge that at any moment someone could come around one of the corners and see me kept me on edge and made me sure to be quick. Dropping the dress onto the desk of the cubicle, I quickly hurried back to my cubicle for some sense of security and repositioned the secondary webcam. 

Sage: Well done pet. I bet your little cunt is just dripping with excitement. Show me how wet you are slut. Pull the webcam down and let me watch as you finger yourself a little bit.

Me: Yes mistress.

Again, doing just as Sage wished I grab the cam and begin to touch myself. She is right as usual, as I am absolutely soaked from the excitement of the situation. The risk of exposure, like it has countless times before, has me practically leaking onto the chair. My body warms, not only with excitement, but with pride as I know I am making my mistress happy. I touch myself slowly with two fingers at first, focusing on the outside of my sex and coating my lips with the juices I am producing. Wanting to go further, I slip my fingers inside and began to stroke them in and out; building the pleasure within and the desire for release. I am only at it for a moment before Sage pops up with further instructions.

Sage: Stop. Take your fingers out of your sloppy cunt and lick them clean. 

I do as I am told, and moan as I taste myself.

Sage: Take your dildo out of your bag, and give it a good blow job right there on the desktop.

Me: Yes mistress.

Reaching down to my feet, I pull the toy from my bag. Sage had told me earlier to bring my large dildo, however she didn't specify which one exactly. Over our time together, my collection of dildos has seemed to grow; especially ones of the large variety. The one I choose for this outing was my 10 inch black jelly dildo with realistic balls. I set it up on the table top, and begin my duty of going down on it. The rubber taste takes a while to leave my mouth, but soon my only focus is putting on a good show for Sage. I bob up and down on the fake cock, and behave as if it eventually will cum if I am good enough. I begin taking it deep into my throat and pushing my mouth down to the soft jelly balls. Holding myself impaled on the cock, I forget where I am, and only focus on my task. Saliva begins rolling out past my lips and forming a puddle of sticky spit around the base of the rubber dick. While I am performing, I keep my eyes locked to the screen and cams to make sure my mistress is pleased. Eventually, I see she has typed further instructions.

Sage: You're doing good pet, now keep that cock in your mouth and stand up. I want you to walk out of the cubicle and continue your blow job show on the floor of the walkway. Make sure the webcam can see you. Count to 100 before coming back to the cubicle.

Upon reading Sage's message, I push the dildo all the way into my throat and hold it there with one hand. I then grabbed the webcam and directed it at the floor next to my cubicle before leaving the cubicle and getting down on the floor to continue my task. I become even more focused on my job, and the warmth I feel from the arousal and exposure spur me on. Knowing that I am completely nude in a public library, crouched down on the floor in front of a floor to ceiling window, and performing felatio on a ten inch rubber cock drives me wild. I no longer care what the blow job looks like, but simply am impaling my mouth and throat onto the phallus. At first, I forget to count because I am lost in the moment, but soon I realize I better unless I want to spend the rest of the day out in the open. Not wanting to risk being caught, but none the less being endlessly aroused by the chance of being caught, I begin counting off in my head to a hundred. As I counted and continued my mouth assault, I began to envision being caught and being seen. Not knowing if anyone can see from the outside through the window is also a thrill, but I am confident that I am on a high enough floor that this would be nearly impossible; plus the outside of the windows seem to be tinted anyway so it seems unlikely I could be spotted from the outside. However, I began to picture myself performing in front of countless strangers as they looked on with shock, or pointed and laughed at me. I was slipping further and further into my role as a slut for Sage, and was now craving the continued humiliation and depravity that went along with it. Eventually, I was able to come back to some bit of reality as I reached one hundred in my head. Stranding up, I kept the dildo in my mouth and took a glance around before returning inside my cubicle. 

Sage: What an obedient pet slut you are, now go back out of the cubicle but further away and fuck yourself with that dildo. Do not cum, just stuff yourself like a true whore for a good minute before coming back. 

Me: Yes mistress.

With the rubber member still in my mouth, I took a glance to make sure there was still no one around before adjusting the webcam and heading to a further spot two cubicles ahead of me on the floor. I sat down on the cool floor, and spread my legs open. Removing the toy from my mouth I guided it down to my dripping snatch and snuck it inside in one quick push. Wanting to continue putting on a good show for Sage, I start to aggressively push and pull the fake cock in and out of my sloppy box. I also keep picturing someone coming around the corner to find me which keeps me pushing myself to behave even sluttier. I figured I would count once again to a hundred in my head to be safe that I was fucking myself for a minute as per Sage's order. The idea that at any moment someone could come around and find was the like gas to a flame, and ignited me to behave in such a whorish manner. All too quickly however I reached the silent count of one hundred in my head, which thankfully allowed me to stop my self-fucking or else I am not sure I would have been able to keep from climaxing. Returning to my relatively safe hiding spot with the dildo held inside my abuse boxed, another message from Sage was waiting for me.

Sage: Well done slut. That was an excellent pounding you gave that pretty little cunt of yours, but I'm sure you tight whore asshole needs some attention as well. Get the plug you brought with you out, and prepare it to go into your vacant ass with your mouth while standing in the cubicle. 

Me: Yes mistress.

Making sure the webcams were appropriately adjusted, I reached into my bag and pulled out the butt plug I had brought. I had chosen a traditional style plug, pink and large, for the day's task. Once I produced the plug from the bag, I held it in front of the cams for a moment to allow Sage to see it, before I brought to my mouth and began to slobber on it to lubricate for its soon to be new residence. As I performed my slutty mouth movements on the plug, Sage wrote out further instructions for me to follow.

Sage: What a true slut you are. Pull out the dildo from your snatch, and finger yourself some more before using your whore juices to lube up you asshole.

I did as Sage instructed and pulled the dildo out of my drenched pussy, setting it on the desktop before reaching back with my free hand to stuff my cunt with my fingers. I felt so dirty as I stood in a college library naked, sucking on a butt plug and fingering my pussy so I could wet my own asshole for the plug. With my fingers properly coating my juices, I pulled them out and placed them against the ring of my ass. Using soft circular motions I began coating my asshole with the slimy coating. 

Sage: That should be good enough my pet slut, let me see you push the pretty pink plug into your slutty little ass. 

I pulled the plug my mouth and turned around so my back was to the cams. I bent slightly at the waist and brought the plug around to my rear end. Without a moment of hesitation, I began to press it into my sphincter, forcing it to pass the tightness of my ass hole. Slowly it began to slip further and further into my ass, filling me up as it went. Eventually, I pushed it past the widest point, and my ass took over from there by swallowing up the remainder of the plug until only the base remained. With the plug lodged in place, I turned back to the face the cams and see what further instructions Sage may have for me.

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Sage: Okay slut, now that your ass is properly stuffed, show me what a good little pet you are and get down on your hands and knees and crawl out into the open walkway at the end of the aisles, continuing away from the cubicle until you reach the end. Once you reach the end you may turn and come back. Just make sure to set the cam up first to capture you slutty pet crawl. 

Me: Yes mistress.

As I adjust the secondary cam, I think to myself that this order will certainly be the most daring so far. I would have to crawl on my hands and knees a distance of about one hundred feet, while crossing the open area of the aisles. There were five sets of bookshelves on this floor, which meant I would have cross over four open aisle to reach the end before having to turn around and do it all again. With the cam in place I steadied my nerves before dropping down on to my hands and knees to begin my trek. I knew the aisle with the cubicles in it was clear so I crawled to the first end of the bookshelves. As I reached it, I slowed to peer around to corner to make sure the coast was clear. Satisfied that it was, I continued to the next one as quickly as I could. I used the same technique at each end I reached, wanting to make sure my chances of being caught were a small as possible. Of course I knew that at any moment someone could come down any of the aisles in front of me or the ones I had already passed and catch me in my humiliating situation. This knowledge of course both scared me and excited me. 

With my pussy practically leaking I eventually managed to make it to the end. My path back I used the same cautious method I took out. It was on my way back that I began to picture myself as if I was an outside observer. I realized what an unbelievable sight I was. A high college teacher, with a buzzed shaved haircut, naked except for a collar and shoes, crawling on the floor of a public library, stuffed full with a pink butt plug, and all while capturing the act of depravity on webcam for my mistress who just also happened to be one of my 18 year old female students. The reality of the situation almost made my cum on the spot, though it should have been a moment of awakening at just how low I have sunk into this world of teacher/student submission/domination. I however safely made it back to my cubicle before I had time to ponder those thoughts any further, and had another set of instructions waiting for me from Sage. 

Sage: Oh my, you truly are an obedient little pet slut. I feel as though you should be awarded for your obedience. I will allow you to cum now, but you must do so standing up in your cubicle while you stuff yourself with the dildo. Once you have cum, you may leave the library. However, you are to leave the plug inside your ass, your collar on, and you may not retrieve your dress to put back on. You will only be allowed to wear the jacket you brought along, and because I am in a good mood, I will allow you to put the dildo in the bag along with the tech equipment rather than have you carry it in your hand. You will drive back home and there will be an email awaiting you with the third and final task of the weekend. Is this all clear slut?

Me: Yes mistress.

Sage: Good, know let me watch my pet slut fuck herself to climax.

Just as obediently as I had with all the other instructions, I grabbed the dildo from the desk and brought it to my wet pussy. With one quick push, I slid the cock all the way into my wanting hole. Because I was already so aroused from the day's events I knew my climax would not take too long. My hand feverishly pumped the dildo into my box as my other flicked at my sensitive clit. Within moments I could feel the tell-tale signs of my impending orgasm. A few more pumps of the dildo, along with some quick flicks of my clit and I was at the moment of no return. The orgasm crashed over me, and my body trembled with it. My knees shook and threatened to give out, and my mouth gaped open in a silent moan. The high continued for a few moments more before I began to come down. As I did, the hand on my clit had to reach out to the desk to support some of my weight. 

When I finally regained enough of my composure, I glanced up at the computer to see what if anything Sage had to say. All I saw was a simple word, and the indication that she had signed off. 

Sage: Good.

Disconnected 1 minute ago

Slowly, I began to come fully back to earth. As I did, I started the process of packing up. I stayed naked the entire time until everything was turned off and properly stored away in my bag. Once everything was taken care of, I then put on my coat and headed out of the library. I am not sure if anyone noticed that I was no longer wearing what I had when I walked in, or that I was now wearing a sub collar, but just simple idea that someone could have made me cream myself some more.

[hirarandi]

The hour ride back home from the library was uneventful, minus the fact that I was a bit daring and allowed my jacket to fall open in the front as I drove. My breasts were covered, but I still felt exposed as my naked skin was clear to anyone who may have taken notice; not that anyone I noticed did. However, the hour did seem to flash by thanks in large part to the fact that I kept reviewing my library task over and over in my head. I couldn't believe just how daring it was, and how wonderful my orgasm was from it. It also didn't help that I was still plugged, so every bump in the road sent a tingle through my body.

Arriving home, I parked in my garage and decided to take my jacket off and leave it in the car before I went inside. I carried backpack with me back to my bedroom, and began to unpack it. I did not put anything away, but instead decided to get my laptop booted back up so I could read the email that Sage told me would be waiting. Also, I left the plug in my rear as Sage had not instructed I take it out yet. After the usual wait time for the computer to turn on, I quickly logged into my account and opened my Mistress' email detailing the third and final task for me this weekend. 

"Well my little teacher slut, or is it library slut, or is glory hole slut, anyways I assume your journey home was pleasant and that you are eager to get you third task finished. For your third task you are to start a blog. However, let's just say that this blog will be a little bit more 'adult' themed than a normal blog, and quite frankly even a bit more personal. What your blog will consist of is a picture by picture account of your submission to me from the start until now. You will include information about what the pictures are showing, and how you were feeling during that point in your submission. Of course I don't want you to expose you actual identity, so you are allowed to use pictures, or crop them as to not display your face or anything that may directly identify you. You have free reign as to which pictures you choose to post, and what you write about them, but I do expect to see a good catalog of your submission on the blog. There is a flash drive on your kitchen counter that contains all of the pictures I have taken of you so far, or pictures you have taken of yourself. Also, considering you can't use your real name, or mine for that matter, you will refer to yourself as slut and to me a Mistress in any written portion on the blog. When you finish with it, you will send me a link via email so I can check your work. From this point forward, you will keep the blog up to date with regular posting of your submission. You should be able to get this done before you go to bed tonight, so for added incentive for you to get it done in a timely manner, you will remain plugged, naked, and collared until you finish. Sunday will be a day of rest, but you may not get dressed or pleasure yourself. I will send a text to you with instructions for Monday morning. 

Happy blogging,

Mistress"

The excitement and danger of publically posting my submission on a blog with photo evidence was at the same time terrifying and exhilarating. The last few days I had really been thinking deeply about my submission to Sage and felt that this blog may be a great way to let out all my thoughts and feelings. However, I also understood the danger of posting such explicit and personal pictures of myself on the internet. I would have to make a concerted effort that none of the pictures contained anything that could link them to me. I hurried off to my kitchen to collect the flash drive, before nearly sprinting back to my bedroom to begin my task. 

Loading up the flash drive to my computer, I was in awe of just how many pictures were on it. All of which showed me in some form of submissive pose, or erotic situation. I knew I wouldn't use every picture, but to have so many to choose from certainly was a bit overwhelming. Gathering my thoughts and senses, I refocused on the task at hand and started by registering an online blog; soon I lost myself in a steady stream of productivity. Thankfully, the pictures on the flash drive were in order from the beginning of my submission until the most recent. All I simply had to do was start with the first sets of pictures and begin posting them along with written descriptions of what they were and how I was feeling mentally and physically when they were taken. 

I spent the next few hours chronicling my submission to Sage online, and while the task brought back wonderful and exciting memories of our adventures together, I was quite spent as well. As I completed the finishing touches and took the final daunting task of officially publishing the blog to World Wide Web, as could sense that my body indeed needed the rest that Sage had granted me. I began to put away my computer, and truly hoped Sage would be pleased with the work I did on the blog. Needing to recharge I made my way in to the bathroom to start the water going for a good soak. While the tub filled, I went and retrieved some scented candles as well, to add to the mood. 

Eventually everything was ready, so before getting into the bath I removed the plug from my tired, stretched hole, and took off my collar as to not get it wet. Placing the plug in the bathroom sink to clean later and my collar on the counter, I proceeded to submerge myself into the wonderfully hot bath to relax. I remained in the tub until the water started to become tepid, before getting out and drying off. The rest of the evening, and all of Sunday were to be left for me to rest and I intended to take full advantage. I took my time to lotion my body; moisturizing my freshly shaven skin. Sage had told me to remain naked, which I knew would not be an issue as I had become accustomed to being nude, and in fact found myself rather more at ease in that state. I however did make one caveat, I decided I would continue to wear my collar just as a sense of continued submission even though Sage did not directly instruct me to, nor was she going to know. 

I spent the rest of the evening in bed until I drifted off to sleep while watching a cheesy movie on T.V. The next morning I awoke feeling refreshed and recharged. I quickly washed up, made breakfast, and logged into my computer to check if my blog had been visited. To my surprise it had in fact been visited, and seemed to have been shared by a number of people because, I already had a couple hundred views. The idea that hundreds off unknown people had seen my naked journey of submission was quite a thrill excitement, while equally scary. However, I was happy that it was doing so well so soon, as I figured that would mean my mistress would be pleased as well. 

After reviewing the blog, I check my personal and college email accounts to make sure I was up to date with everything, and then I just proceeded to continue my lazy relaxing Sunday. It felt good to be naked and collared in my home as I casually lay around and did nothing of importance. Of course the collar was a constant reminder of my submission to Sage; I would often catch myself wondering what she had planned for the last week of college before break. I was sure that whatever she had in mind would certainly test my commitment to her, and push my limits even further. I was still confident however that I would do anything and everything Sage asked of me to prove myself.

The rest of the day went by just as to be expected; basically I did as little I could, and just tried to relax knowing I would need my energy when Sage and I got back together. I took another bath, and made some lunch before I received the text message Sage said I would, indicated what was to be expected of me come Monday.

"Slut, meet me at college tomorrow at 5 AM. Wear only your collar. I will provide the rest."

My body tingled with the anticipation, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what my Mistress had in store for me tomorrow. Unfortunately, I would still have to wait a bit more to find out, and I knew that sleeping would be a struggle. I however decided that as dawn approached, I would take a sleeping pill to help me sleep, and bring my time with Sage along faster. With my alarm set, I drifted off to a comfortable, relaxing sleep with a smile on my face and erotic thoughts rolling through my mind.

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I awoke the next morning refreshed and eager. Not wanting to waste time, I quickly showered and got ready; which now took considerably less time because of my new buzzed haircut. Making sure I was properly ready, I put my collar, and went to my car. I arrived at college ten minutes earlier than planned, and decided to wait for a bit in my car. With five minutes until Sage was to arrive, I got out and walked to our normal meeting spot by the teacher's exit with my keys in hand and naked as the day I was born. My body was buzzing with excitement as I waited. I could only hope that I would be able to please Sage to prove my loyalty and earn the trip away with her. 

Exactly on time, Sage appeared around the corner of the building and approached me. She was carrying her back pack, and was dressed in a loose fitting white tee shirt, a pair of tight black leggings, and flip flops. Upon reaching me she took my keys and spoke.

"Hands and knees slut."

Without a moment of hesitation, I dropped to the ground and assumed the position request by my Mistress. As I did, she reached into her bag and pulled out a leash before attaching it to my collar. With me leashed, she unlocked the door and once again spoke to me.

"Come slut."

I followed behind on my hands and knees as Sage lead the way into the college. She walked rather quickly through the halls towards my room, and it made it difficult for me to keep up. I however managed, and soon we reached my room. Sage opened the door and continued inside with me behind to my desk. When we reached it she again spoke another order to me.

"Sit slut."

Keeping my hands on the floor, I dropped my butt to my heels and looked up to await Sage's next command of me. She then unclipped the leash from my collar. It felt both equally degrading and erotic to be treated like a dog, and I was absolutely soaking with arousal from behaving as such. I watched as Sage began to items from her bag. First was a smaller paper bag of which see set atop my desk. Then followed a length of rope, and what looked to be rubber bone. She set the rope on the desk, but kept the bone in her hand as she began to speak.

"Well slut, as you may have noticed today I plan on treating you like my little puppy slut. So, with that in mind I am going to try and teach a few tricks, and maybe even play with you a bit before you will have to get ready for class. Firstly, good girl on knowing how to sit like a proper little puppy slut. You knowing that will allow us to move right into speaking. If I require you to speak or answer a question, you are to bark your response or answer. One bark for yes and two barks for no. Do you understand me slut?"

I immediately do as is expected and bark my reply.

"Woof."

"Good girl. Now, if I tell you to roll over you are to roll to your back and hold your arms and legs in the air. Think you can figure that out slut?"

"Woof."

"You catch on quick girl, now show me; rollover slut."

Instantly, I did as commanded, flip over to my back and hold my arms and legs above my in the air. I also make sure to keep my legs parted to show Sage my wet pussy.

"That's a good slut, and I can see that my little puppy slut is enjoying herself. Is my puppy slut turned on by acting like a dumb dog?"

"Woof."

"I bet you are; now roll back over and sit."

Back in my sitting position, Sage continues her puppy training of me.

"Okay, I think that covers the basics. What do you say we have a little fun now? Does the puppy slut want to play fetch?"

"Woof."

"Well then if you are excited, waggle your ass like a good puppy slut, and show me how eager you are to go and fetch this bone."

She holds up the rubber dog toy in front of me as I begin to wiggle my butt like an excited dog for their owner. Sage then tosses the bone towards the door of my room, and quickly as I can I scamper off after it. I retrieve it in my mouth and just as quickly return to Sage with it. She reaches down and pulls it from my mouth, and gives me a pat on the head.

"What a good little puppy slut, but I think you may need more room. Follow me into the hall so we can really play."

I do as instructed and follow my Mistress into the vacant hallway. She throws the rubber bone down the hallway and it bounces and slides nearly halfway down. I however don't let this deter me, and I instantly bound off after it. Again, I retrieve it in my mouth and return it back to Sage. We play fetch a few more times, and soon I begin to feel the pain in my knees from the hard floor, but know I won't stop until Sage tells me too. One more throw and retrieval and Sage leads us back into my classroom. 

Back at my desk, she instructs me to sit, and I do as I am told. I watch as she puts the bone into my desk drawer, and picks up the length of rope. With it in her hands she orders me to stand and face her. Without any further words, Sage begins to secure the rope around my waist and then feed the excess between my legs and tight into my crotch. She makes to passes through my legs before tying it off behind me. There are two strands of the rope cutting and digging into my wet lips before they slip up behind me and tie into the bit of rope around my waist. The feeling of the rope digging into my pussy was a new sensation. It was rough but also pleasurable at the same time. Sage seemed to be satisfied with her work, because she then spoke.

"Down slut; I want to see you walk with your crotch rope in place."

I dropped back down to my hands and knees and immediately began to crawl around my room for my mistress. As I crawled around, the rope would pull and slide between my legs and in my crotch, causing a slight burning feeling in my crotch. However, it also rubbed me in a pleasurable way as well that almost offset the burning. After one complete lap of my room, Sage had me stand again and spoke to me.

"Does the puppy slut like her new rope?"

"Woof."

"I'm glad to hear it, because you will be wearing it for the rest of the day. It should do a good job of keeping you on edge. Unfortunately, it is that time in which we must part. In the bag on your desk you will find your clothes for the day. You may put them on after I leave. Don't forget to take off your collar as well, considering we wouldn't want to have anybody wondering why you're wearing it. Having to explain your new hair cut will plenty of an issue anyways. I will see you back in here at lunch, and you will be waiting for me by your door on your hands and knees with your collar on, leash attached, and bone in your mouth. Is this clear slut?"

"Woof."

'That's a good girl," she said as she gave my head a pat and walked out of my room. Once she was gone, I went to my desk and opened the bag containing my clothes; hoping that they would be loose fitting to help conceal the rope around my crotch. Thankfully Sage had thought of this as I pulled out a loose fitting, flirty blue sundress. Of course there was no underwear, and just a pair of flats for my feet. I quickly got dressed, removed my collar and leash, and stashed them in my desk as I waited for the college day to begin. 

My morning classes were somewhat stressful, as I had to continually explain why I cut my hair, and also do some re-explaining of assignments that the Sub from Friday had given out. Thankfully my students seemed to accept my explanation for haircut, that I tried to do a short bob cut, but it came out bad so I decided to buzz it off and start new. I was going to tell them it was for a friend of mine with cancer, but I didn't feel right about lying like that. The re-explaining of the work however was a different matter, considering that I had to consistently walk around the room helping out students individually, my crotch rope was constantly grinding into my wet sex filling my body with a mix of plain and pleasure. Sage was right in her assumption that it would keep me on edge; almost to the point of frustration. 

Lunch couldn't come soon enough for me because with each passing moment my desire and need for Sage grew. Eventually my salvation comes, and the lunch bell rings. I sit at my desk and watch as my students file out of my room to go to lunch. The second my last students crosses through the threshold of my doorway, my hand pulls open the desk drawer and begins grabbing the collar, leash, and rubber bone. Once my door swung completely shut, I pulled the dress up and over my head while I kicked off my shoes. Not wasting any time, I secured my collar around my neck, put the bone into my mouth, and began to crawl over to my door to wait for my Mistress.

Moments later I hear the knob of my door begin to turn open, and I hope and pray that it is only Sage. Having anyone else find as I am would be horrific. Fortunately, it is Sage, and see quickly enters; making sure to close the door behind her. She however doesn't speak to me as she enters, but instead walks directly over to my desk to set her bag down atop it. I watch as she then proceed to undress, removing her shirt, bra, and leggings. As she is now naked, she takes her time folding her clothes neatly and piling them next to her bag. 

She then reaches into her bag, and pulls out her strap-on harness that I have become familiar with over our time together. With the harness in place, she then pulls out a realistic black dildo to connect to the harness. The dildo is one she has used on me before; it is large and thick causing my pussy to gush, and asshole to pucker at the sight of it. One more time she reaches into the bag, this time producing a pair of black patent leather heels. She quickly, straps them onto her feet, and makes her way over to me. As she walks over, I take notice of her phone which is point at me, and I assume now recording.

"Goody puppy slut, come."

Sage begins to walk me around the room by my leash, as I follow behind from my hands and knees with the rope sliding in an out of my soaked cunt. We make one complete lap around the class while she films, before she stops back in front of the door, attaches the other end of the leash to the knob, and then begins to speak to me.

"Is my little puppy slut happy to see her Mistress?"

"Wuuhf," I reply with the rubber bone still in my mouth. I also begin to wiggle my hips to show Sage my excitement.

"I'm happy to hear it slut, and I hope you will enjoy what I have planned for our lunch time get together. I'm going to fuck your puppy slut ass nice and hard with my cock, and if you behave like a good little puppy slut I might even let you suck my cock too. How does that sound slut, do you want me to fuck you little puppy ass, and make you suck my thick black cock?"

Again I respond with a muffled bark from behind the bone in my mouth and shake my ass some more to so my excitement. Even though I know that Sage will stretch out my ass with her rubber cock, the edge of desire built up by the rope all morning has made it that any form of pleasure is welcomed. Upon hearing my reply, Sage simply smiled and walked back towards the desk to retrieve some lube. At her return, she applies the cool liquid to my hole in preparation to take it. 

[hirarandi]

"I not even going to warm you up first slut, as I figured the rope has down that quite efficiently already."

As she begins to press herself into me, she asks me another question.

"Plus, you're just a puppy slut anyway; a bitch in heat just waiting to be fucked. Isn't that right slut?"

I reply with another muffled bark, this time drawn out as the tip of Sage's member slips past the tightness of my ass. With my hole breached, Sage begins her push further in while she continues to film and talk.

"Oh yeah slut, this is what you want. You want me to fill your puppy ass full with cock like a true slut. Isn't that right?"

"Whuuuph."

"You love it when I fuck your ass in your classroom don't you?"

"Whuuuph."

"I bet your other students would love to know that their English teacher likes to act as a puppy slut and get her ass stuffed by a thick black cock."

Sage used her free hand to grip the rope tied around my waist and pull me in to meet her hard, deep thrusts. She was forcing her way deeper into my ass, and seemed to be more into the humiliation of the process than usual. Her talk and actions all indicated that she was getting off on my degradation, and this caused me to become more excited as well knowing that I was pleasing my Mistress.

"While everyone is eating lunch, here you are on your hands and knees just taking a thorough ass fucking right next to your door. The hallway is just beyond, and anyone could be out their unknowingly passing by as you are getting reamed. Does the thought of it excite you slut?"

"Ungggh, whuuuuuph."

"Should we open the door a bit and see if anyone is out there?"

My eyes widen at the question, and I didn't know how to answer. Opening the door meant if there was anyone in the hall, I would possibly be seen by them and I didn't want that. However, I didn't want to displease Sage and say no, so I remained quiet.

"Come on slut, I need an answer. Aren't you curious if anyone is out in the hall," Sage questioned while she continued her anal onslaught.

This time I answered honestly, "Whuph."

"Will then slut we should probably have a look then don't you think slut?"

Again me reply was honest, though a bit scared, "W..w..wh..whuuph."

"I think so too slut. Does the idea of opening your door and looking scare you?"

"Whuuph."

Sage pushed herself all the way into me and held it there as she spoke softly to me.

"It is okay slut; no need to worry. You only have to take a peak, and I am sure no one is about. Go ahead and reach to grab your door knob."

Instinctively I did as I was told, but my arm moved slowly and trembled as it reached up. With my hand firmly on the knob, Sage continued to slowly coax me through the rest.

"Good slut, now twist the knob slowly."

As steady as I could, I began to turn the door knob.

"That's it slut, just a bit more. Now pull the door open some, just a bit."

My body began to tremble as I cracked the door open slightly.

"Okay, a little further slut. You need to be able to see into the hall."

I felt a little weakened from my nerves as I slowly cracked the door open a bit more. My eyes were wide as I focused on the hallway; doing my best to scan for movement. The door was now open just about a half an inch, and I could only see a portion of the hall. From my limited field of vision, it looked empty. 

"How's does it look slut? Is there anyone about?"

"Whuuph, whuph."

"Well why don't you open the door a bit more to have a better look; just to make sure."

As she said this, Sage pulled out a bit, before stuffing herself back into me. I gingerly cracked the door another half inch or so. Still the hallway looked empty, and I didn't hear anything out there as well. Sage then resumed stroking her fake cock in and out of me, all while she continued to instruct me further.

"Go on teacher puppy slut, there is no one out there, you can open it further."

The sensation of her large shaft sliding in and out of my ass gave me the courage I needed to pull the door open some more; now nearly two inches, pulling my attached leash some with it. At this, Sage's pace quickened some and she further urged me on. 

"More slut. Open it wide enough you can stick your head out."

My body shook with nerves and pleasure over the order. I obediently did as I was instructed and open the door even further. Still there was no one in sight, so I leaned forward and put my head through the opening. The leash pulled some as I did, and Sage's thrust became even more forceful.

"Oh god slut, look what a risky little puppy whore you are. Are you nervous?"

As quiet as I could I replied, "Whuuph."

"Are you excited?"

"Whuph."

"Good, now shut the door. I want to watch you suck this cock like a good puppy slut."

As I pulled my head back inside, and shut the door, I felt the void in my ass as Sage pulled herself from its tightness. 

"Sit slut."

Immediately I got into position and awaited Sage to present me with her rubber shaft. She walked the short distance to stand in front of me and held out her free hand in front of me.

"Drop."

Figuring she meant the bone in my mouth, I opened my jaws and let it fall into her grasp. She took it and placed it atop one of the desks nearby before leaning in and pressing the fake cock to my lips.

"Show what a good little cock sucking puppy you can be slut. Clean your ass off my cock."

I eagerly took to my task, and began to bob up and down on the slimy rod. Throughout our time together, I have grown accustomed to using my mouth to clean off something that just came from my own ass. Careful preparation on my part usually kept things relatively clean, and sanitary. It certainly was always a unique sensation however. The feeling of warmth on the item from being inside me, and always some amount off slickness usually from the lube used made it seem so dirty anyways. This time was no different, and I just went about my business, trying my best to please my Mistress. 

After about a couple of minutes, Sage stopped me, and grabbed my leash from the door handle. She led the way back to my desk, and again had me sit. I watched as she began to remove the harness and heels, and then re-dress. She put the heels and harness back into her bag once dressed, but she left the dildo out. Walking over to me she took ahold of the leash again and pulled it snug to make sure I was looking at her, and to also show her ownership of me. 

"I'm going to get going slut, you may get dressed once I leave. You are to leave the rope on though. You can hide the dildo in your desk drawer with the leash, but leave the collar and bone on your desk this time. I will be back after college, and expect you to be waiting like you did during lunch. Do you understand slut?"

"Whoof."

Sage gave me another pat on the head and a "good puppy," then she turned a left just like in the morning. Also, just like in the morning, I stood and got dressed. This time though I had to leave my collar and bone out on my desk rather than hide them in the drawer, so I did my best to place them in a spot least conspicuously. With five minutes left for lunch, I sat down and attempted to do some grading, but ended up just sitting and replaying lunch in my head. 

The bell rang and woke me from my daze. I quickly took a look around to make sure everything was in order, before I stood and walked to my door to greet my next class. The afternoon, passed similarly as the morning had just now the rope was beginning to rub me a bit raw, and I had to make a concerted effort not to make my distress and pleasure noticeable to the class. None of my students seemed to notice either the collar or the rubber bone on my desk, or at least no one asked about them. Those items weren't far from my mind however; as I walked the room helping students I would occasionally look back to my desk to look at them. Knowing that they were there, only added to my arousal and worry. 

Even though I was an emotional mess, I managed to make it through my remaining classes, and just like I had during lunch I got ready and waited for Sage to arrive. She didn't say anything about the dildo, so rather than bring it with me; I took it out of the desk and set it on the desktop. Falling back into my role as a puppy slut was almost natural; as if I had been doing it all my life. I was waiting on my hands and knees by my door, and could feel my pussy gush with excitement in anticipation of Sage coming to play with me. 

Five minutes pass, and then ten, and then thirty minutes without Sage showing up. I was getting anxious and nervous, but knew better than to move. I would wait as long as it took for Sage to arrive; all night if I had to. Eventually, after another five minutes, Sage did finally show up. Just like she had during lunch, she made no indication to greet me, but rather walked past me to my desk. She once again stripped down and folded her clothes atop my desk, before pulling out her heels and putting them on. Also from her bag, she pulled out another dildo. This one was smaller in length and girth, which surprised me, and had an unusual latex loop at the base of it. Holding the dildo by the loop, she walked over to me, unhooked my leash from the door, and spoke.

"Good afternoon slut, did you miss me?"

"Whuuph."

"That's nice, because I missed my little puppy slut too. However, I realized that I have been giving you far more pleasure than you deserve, and believe that you should instead be giving me pleasure. So to remedy that, you are going to wear this on your face, and I am going to ride it until I get my fill of pleasure. Do you like the sound of the slut?"

"Whuph."

Sage smiled and then held out her hand to have me drop the bone into it. She then proceeded to pull the latex ring over my head so to secure the dildo to my face directly over my mouth. It was a rather snug fit, and I would have to breathe out of my nose while she used it. Once she felt the dildo was in the best position, she ordered me to roll over. I immediately complied, flipping to my back, and holding my arms and legs straight out in the air. 

"You can put your legs and arms down slut. It will make mounting you easier."

As I let my limbs down, I watched as Sage began to position herself over the top of me. From a standing position she began to squat down towards my face. Her body faced towards my feet, so the closer she came to my face the better view of her delicate, perky ass I got. She used one of her hands to hold the dildo steady, as it slowly began to part her tight, pink lips. I could see that they were moist, and was eager to watch them swallow the phallus jutting out from my face. 

Sage sank slowly all the way down to the base; resting herself on my face with her asshole pressed into my nose. With my air supply momentarily cut off, she ground herself on me for a moment before pulling herself back up. Her moments were slow and methodical as she accustomed herself with the process of riding the tool. Eventually she seemed to find a good rhythm, and began to get into it more. With each slide up and down of the cock, it became more and more coated with the glistening of her juices. My eyes stayed wide open, as I watched my mistress pleasure herself on my face. 

At times, Sage would bounce up and down quickly causing my head to jerk about some from the force. Other times, she would slowly bottom out and just grind herself onto the cock, and my head into the hard floor. I could tell that she was getting more and more into it, as her arousal began to drip down the fake dick and coat my face and chin. While Sage rode me, she made no attempt to pleasure me, or even touch me for that matter. Occasionally she would grab the rope running through my crotch and tug at it, or use it as leverage to grind into me harder, but nothing that would indicate she was looking to please me. I was simply there as a device for Sage to use, and nothing else. 

After about five minutes into the session, Sage had her first orgasm, and she gushed with pleasure all over my face. This however, did not stop her as once she recovered a bit she began to ride the dildo some more. My head was starting to get sore from the force of her fucking, but I did not want to make any indication to Sage that I couldn't continue my duty. I just continued to lay there and take it. 

With her first orgasm passed, Sage began grind more into my face rather than bounce up and down. There where long moments of time in which I couldn't breathe but for a little bit, and Sage's ass took up my entire field off vision. These were moments that I enjoyed the most as I loved being that close to Sage no matter the circumstance. 

She continued her onslaught through too another orgasm before she finally dismounted. Taking a few moments to gather herself, she then stood and walked back over to my desk. I remained on my back and waited until she gave me further instructions. Moments later, Sage return standing above me re-dressed. 

"You behaved will puppy slut. So well in fact that I will allow you to remove the rope, and drive home clothed today. For the remainder of the week you will be my puppy slut, so meet me tomorrow at the same time and in the same manner. You are not to pleasure yourself, or wear clothes inside your house. Is this clear slut?"

"Whoof."

"Good, I'll leave you to get cleaned up and dressed, and will see you tomorrow morning. Have a good night puppy slut."

Another pat on the head, and Sage was gone. I then got up and began to get myself together. Taking the dildo off my face I set it down on my desk next to the other one. I then focused on removing the dreaded rope that had been such a distraction all day. Once it was off I felt such a relief, but also noticed the redness it created from rubbing me all day. I decided to leave my collar on, but detached the leash before slipping the sundress back over my head. I grabbed the bone and stashed it along with the leash into a reusable bag I had in my desk to carry home with me. The two dildos and rope I hid in my desk drawers, before logging out of my computer to get ready to go home. Satisfied that everything was in order I grabbed the bag containing the leash and rubber bone and proceeded to leave the building.

The rest of the evening was boring, but I my mind kept drifting to being Sage's puppy slut for the rest of the week. I was eager to please my Mistress, and wanted to be as obedient as possible for her. I wanted to be her loyal pet; to show her I would behave and do as she wished. An hour before I went to bed, I got a text message from Sage.

"Don't forget to blog. Check your email for images to use from today."

Immediately, I ran to my computer, and loaded up my email. Sage's message was waiting with an attachment and I was soon lost in the world of a submissive blogger. I spent the next hour drafting up a perfect entry for the blog before going to bed and dreaming of my next adventures as Sage's puppy slut.

[hirarandi]

The remainder of the week went about the same as the first day had; except Sage never had me wear the crotch rope again. She would lead me into college by my leash, and either play fetch with me or make me lick her before college. Lunch times, and after college were left for more intense interactions, in which Sage would fuck me with the strap-on, make me deep throat her fake cock, or make me hump something in the room like a dog in heat. There were times she would have me open my door as I had on the first day, but it wasn't a daily occurrence. However, she always referred to me as puppy slut in some manner, and I was always in my collar and leash barking my responses back to her. Acting like an animal was both humiliating and liberating; the freedom of letting me be ordered and control like a pet was invigorating. 

After midweek, she no longer allowed me to drive home clothed, and with each passing day my attire became more and more risqué. The hem lengths of the skirts and dresses Sage provided me consistently inched their way shorter and shorter, until Friday's, tight fitting white tank dress, hung to just two inches below my ass; it was completely inappropriate for a student, let alone a teacher. Thankfully, because it was the last day before winter break, I had planned to show a video, and was able to remain hidden behind my desk during class. During Sage's class though, things became a bit more interesting. Twenty minutes into the class, I received a text message from Sage.

"Get up and go stand at the back of the classroom slut. Bring your phone with you."

I was giddy with the order, and immediately stood to begin walking to the back of the room. When I did a few students look at me, but then went back to watching the video. Most of the students were either attentively watching the video, or were sleeping at their desk, so at the back of the room all I saw was the back of their heads. After a minute of standing at the back of the room, I received another text from Sage.

"Let's see if you still want no limits slut; slip the shoulder straps of your dress off your arms."

My body warmed at the order, and my hands trembled as they reached up and began to follow my Mistress' command. I slid the straps off my shoulders, and pulled my arms through so that the dress was now only being held up by the tightness around my chest. I was basically now in a tube dress. As I completed my task, I made sure to keep my eyes scanning the room, and on Sage. I wanted to see if she would look back to check if I completed her order. However, she did not turn, and I instead received another text.

"Okay my little teacher slut, pull the dress all the way down until it is at your ankles."

My heart rate quickened upon reading Sage's new order. She wanted me to strip out of my dress, in class, while still filled with students. Sage certainly was seeing if I wanted no limits, and for the first time in a long while was beginning to second guess my commitment. I could feel my entire body begin to quiver as I thought about my task. My breath became rapid, and my chest was pounding. The idea of getting naked in my room while my students were still present was not something I had ever thought about before, but he I was thinking about it and I was having some very interesting reactions occur just from the thought. Though I was nervous and scared, I was at the same time extremely aroused and excited. I could feel the wetness of my sex drip out and coat my thighs. Without even realizing it, my hands began to move up and begin to pull down on the dress. Slowly, it slid down over my chest exposing my tits. Further and further, revealing my stomach and hips. I didn't stop as I reached my pubic region and continued to pull the dress down over my ass and thighs. I bent down some to continue to push the fabric past my knees and shins, rather than just letting it drop into place. When the bunched up dress reached my ankles, I let go and stood back up. My eyes were frantically wide open, and my heart was racing. I was standing naked in a classroom full of my unsuspecting students, and all I wanted to do was touch myself. The buzz of phone receiving a new message from Sage startled me, but I soon focused enough to read the next set of instructions.

"Very good slut. Go ahead and pull your dress back on and return to your desk. You have pleased me very much with your obedience."

I was thankful that Sage didn't push me any further at that moment, but I did wonder if she had anything else planned for me before lunch. I pulled my dress back on in one quick motion, re-fitted the straps over my shoulders, and made a few tiny adjustments before walking back to my desk at the front of the room. At my desk, I was a ball of excitement after such a thrilling and daring task. A few times I found myself bouncing in my chair like a giddy college girl as I replayed the brief, but terrifying exposure. I had to turn my attention to my computer in an attempt to keep myself from getting too revved up about it. 

I didn't receive any further text messages from Sage as the period continued. My curiosity grew, as I wondered exactly what would come next. The buzz that was caused from stripping earlier had died down, and soon the video had ended, leaving about five minutes left in class. I sat quietly while I watched my students begin to pack up to get ready to leave for lunch. Eventually the bell rang dismissing the students, and I became disappointed when I saw Sage stand up and begin to leave. However, my disappointment was relieved when I saw her turn around and acted as if she forgot something. The rest of the students filed out, as she made her way to my desk. There were still students waiting to exit the door, when she walked up to my desk and spoke.

"Give me your dress slut."

I was stunned how forward and daring she was, considering there were still students somewhat present, but realized I was being silly considering what I had been ordered to do earlier. My hands reached up to my shoulder straps and began to slide them off as I watch the last of my students leave. Just as I had earlier, I slid the dress down my body to my ankles before stepping out of it and handing it over to Sage. She grabbed it from me, and stuffed it into her bag. 

"I'll be back later slut."

That was all she said before turning and leaving me naked and alone in my classroom. Thankfully she shut the door on her way out, but I was still disappointed that she wasn't going to be playing with me during the break. Having become accustomed to being naked in my classroom, I choose to focus on getting some administrative stuff completed in preparation for the break in college. I figured Sage would be back before lunch was over to give me back my dress. My thinking was correct; partially. Sage did come back about halfway into lunch, but she did not have my dress with her. All she had with her for me to wear was a tan raincoat.

"Stand up slut."

I complied quickly.

"I threw your dress out slut, as I don't feel you need it anymore today. I put in for a substitute for the remainder of your classes today so I can have you perform one more final task before we leave for our trip. Take this coat, and go to the Fox Ridge park and trails just outside of town. You will leave now, and text me once you get there for further instructions. Is this clear slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, now get dressed and leave before the sub gets here."

Sage handed me the coat, and I slipped on my nude form. As I did Sage walked away and towards the door. I waited a bit after she left before I followed suit and exited my classroom. With the college at lunch the halls were empty, and I was able to make it to my car without bumping into anyone. Once inside my car, I began to wonder what exactly my task would be once I arrived at the trails. As I drove my thoughts raced of all the possibilities, and in a way made the drive go by quickly as I arrived to my destination before I knew it. Parking my car in the vacant lot, I pulled my phone out and texted Sage. She responded back rather quickly. 

"Go out and look at the trail map. Taped to the bottom post is a set of instructions as to what you are to do next. Have fun slut."

Reading the message, I got out of my car and made my way over to the display that held the trail map. As Sage had indicated there was indeed a set of instructions for me taped to it. After retrieving them, I read what I was to do. 

"Follow the blue trail indicated on the map. It is an out and back and at the end you will text me before turning back to return to the parking lot."

As Sage's instructions go, this was rather tame, and I began to get the sense that there was going to be more to it once I reached the end of the trail. I looked to the map, and saw that the blue trail was listed as about a three mile walk total, so I had to about a half a mile stroll through the trees and hillside ahead of me. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, except I was wearing a pair of heels that didn't really lend themselves to walking through the wilderness. However, I wasn't going to let a pair of heels keep me from accomplishing a task set for me by my mistress.

The walk took me about thirty minutes, and I was pretty sweaty by the time I reached the end. Thankfully, I was the only one on the trail, as the coat tended to flap open with my movements and the breeze. At my destination I texted Sage, and as her normal behavior the response came back quickly.

"Okay slut, are you still willing to have no limits to prove your service to me?"

My response was a no brainer, "Yes mistress."

"Very well, there is a bench located just at the end of the trail, and underneath it is a metal box. Let me know when you find it."

I located the box easily and set back my reply indicating so to Sage.

"As you can see it is a box is secured to the bench by a lock and chain. It is currently open, and inside you will find an unlocked combination lock. You are to remove your coat, and then put it inside the box along with your car keys. Next you will use the combination lock to secure the box shut and locking it. Doing so will effectively leave you stranded naked and without a way to get back into your car. You are to do this now and text me back when you have locked the box. A picture message showing yourself naked and holding the locked box will suffice as your reply."

Honestly, the idea of being left stranded and naked out in the wild was somewhat of an exhilarating thought, and considering all the other tasks I have completed for Sage this one seemed just as manageable. So, without much thought about it, I took the coat of and tossed it and my keys into the box. The lock was put into place, and I spun the combination dial to truly make sure it was locked. I then made quick work of taking the cell phone picture of myself naked and the locked box to send to my mistress as proof of my completion. Adrenaline raged through my body as I awaited her response.

"Excellent slut; your obedience is greatly appreciated. Now, I am not going to have you walk home naked, though that would be a devilish task. Instead, you will be doing a bit of scavenging to get your keys and coat back. Inside your car's glove box is the key to the lock securing the box to the chain, but your keys are in the box so this doesn't help. However, I have left you a spare key on the trails. Unfortunately, it is at the end of the red trail taped to the bottom of the bench. This means you will have to hike back to the parking lot, and then hike the red trail to retrieve your spare car key. You will then need to hike back to your car, retrieve the key to the lock, and hike back to the box at the end of the blue trail. At that point you will be able unlock the box from the chain, but your coat and car keys will still be locked inside. I will let you know how to open the box, only once you return again to your car with the box. Hopefully you are able to follow these directions well enough as I will be expecting another picture of you naked with the box in front of your car as proof you have completed this portion of the task. Enjoy your hike, and time in the forest slut."

Upon reading the text of instructions, I was immediately thinking about all the hiking I would be doing in my heels. It would be a mile and a half back to the parking lot, and from what I remember seeing on the trail map, the red trail was a 4 mile out and back trail. Plus, I would then have to walk the 3 miles of the blue trail again just to get back to my car. It was going to take me a couple of hours to complete, and I would surely be sore by the end. Also, I would be naked, so I would have to hope no one came along to walk the trails while I was making my trek. It being the winter months, I didn't really think many people would be looking to walk in the cold. That then triggered my own awareness of just how chilly it was. I had been running on a bit of adrenaline, and hadn't noticed the chill in the air.

Realizing I couldn't stand around any longer, I set off towards the trail entrance. I hoped the excretion of the hikes would keep me relatively warm. As I walked, I thought about how absolutely brilliant Sage could be when it came to my submission. This was a meticulously laid out task, and had to be planned well ahead of time. Having this realization, I understood just how much Sage cared for me, and thought about me. She was not just winging it when it came to test my submission; she was being thoughtful and calculated. A sense of pride, and a desire to make my mistress happy washed over me and I was soon back at the lot. 

I could see my car parked, still alone, in the lot, but could not take refuge in it. I could only redirect my heading and begin walking the red trail. The red trail was noticeably less steep than the blue trail, but had less tree coverage. This would mean less possible hiding spots if someone did indeed show up to hike. However, knowing I was the only one out on the trails allowed me to walk the first out portion of the trail freely and confidently. I reached the end in about 40 minutes, and I could start to feel the ache in my feet from the heels. 

Going to the bench, I sat first to give myself a bit of a breather. I only took a minute or two before squatting down and looking for the spare key to my car taped to the underside. It was easy to locate as it was the only thing under there. Retrieving it, I was even more impressed with the detailed thought Sage put into this adventure. While the key I found was a spare key to my car, I would only be able to unlock the car with it, as it didn't have the actual swab with it that allows me to start my keyless ignition vehicle. She didn't want me getting cold feet half way through, a not going back to the box once I returned to my car. I just smirked and began to head back down the trail. 

As I walked back towards the parking lot I was feeling be good. I was naked and confident that I was making my mistress happy, and was enjoying myself at the same time. However, that vanished when down the trail ahead of me, I could hear voices. I quickly looked around to look for suitable hiding spots. Just to the left of the trail was a collection of bushes that look to be adequate enough to hide behind. Without a moment to lose, I dashed over to the cover as the voices grew louder and clearer. 

From the vantage point of the bushes I could see the trail pretty well, and could only hope the unknown hikers would not be able to see me. I watched as the couple came closer. It was an older man and woman out for a gingerly stroll, and they were chatting as they went. Thankfully I think their conversation was helpful in the sense that it distracted them, and they walked past without noticing my naked form tucked behind the sparse bush line. 

I allowed them to walk off further up the trail before I popped back out to continue my journey. After nearly being caught out as I was, I decided it might be best if I move a little faster to try and get this completed sooner. However my heel and feet did not agree and I had to stay at a moderate to slow pace to keep from really injuring myself. Eventually though I did make it back to the car park, and I saw that there was just one other car now; the one belonging to the couple that nearly caught me. I hurried over to my car, and opened the passenger side door to access the glove box. Just as Sage said, there was a single key with in.

Once I had the key from the glove box, I headed directly back to the blue trail, and set off to complete the next stage. It took another thirty minutes to reach the end, and by then I could feel the heat of exertion radiating off of me. I quickly went to the bench and began to unlock the box from the chain. The key worked, and I had the box, but I was still a long ways from being finished. With box still being locked, I would have to remain nude until Sage provided me with the combination. To receive the combo, I had to go back to my car and take another picture with the box to send to her. Not wanting to risk the chance of anyone else showing up, I began my trek back down. 

My ankles and feet were extremely sore by the time I returned to the lot, which still only held my car and one other. I instantly posed for the picture and sent it off to Sage; I decided to await her response in my car to rest my feet, and hide my exposure some. Within moments, her reply came across my phone.

"You made pretty good time slut. I'm impressed. As for the combo to the box, I wrote it on back side of the bench at the end of the red trail. So I guess your hiking adventure isn't quite over yet. Have fun slut, and I will see you back at your place once you are done; I'm packing you a bag for our trip."

I should have realized something like that would occur. Sage really knows how to keep me on my toes. Exiting my car, I headed towards the trailhead for the red trail once again. However, upon reaching it, I realized the couple I saw on the trail earlier had to still be on it, as there car was still in the lot. With this realization, I was going to have to be very careful when making my way back up the trail if I did not want to be seen. 

Rather slowly I made my way up the trail. Every noise made me freeze, as I thought it was the couple coming back down. However, I was able to make it all the way to the end without issue. At the end, I could see that the couple was sitting down on the bench, enjoying the nature around them and having some snacks. There was no way for me to get to the combo until they left, so I would have to wait it out. 

I decided to go back down the trail a bit to find a good hiding spot to wait them out in. About hundred or so feet back down the trail there was a good patch of thick bushes and trees that would provide adequate coverage and a decent vantage point to watch from. As I got myself into position, I began to feel the chill of the evening air on my skin. I had been out here for quite a while, and the temperature was starting to drop with the sun. I however took this as a good sign, as I believed the couple would be heading back down soon so they would not have to hike in the dark. 

Thankfully, after about a half hour of waiting, I saw the couple coming down towards me. I stayed in hiding until they passed and where quite a ways further down. Confident they were far enough away; I scrambled out of the bushes and made my way back to the end of the trail. Reaching the bench I scanned it to locate the combination, and soon found it written in marker on the back edge board. Adjusting the dial to the correct numbers, I had the box unlocked and opened. I immediately pulled out the coat and slipped it on over my chilled form. Grabbing my car keys I slid them into one of the pockets, with my phone.

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I figured I should keep the box with me, so I carried it as I made the return trip to my car. Considering the couple was in front of me on the trail, I took my time going back, as I would have a hard time explaining how I got on the trail without them noticing. Eventually, I did make it to the end, and taking a precautionary look to make sure their car was gone, I got back into mine. By that time the sun was just about to set, and my lower body was burning with fatigue. This was however forgotten, as I remembered Sage would be waiting for me at my house. I took all my reserve to keep from peeling out of the lot. 

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I got back home, and upon pulling into the driveway, I pulled off the coat. My nude form would show Sage my eagerness to continue submitting to her. Sage was inside my bedroom, and to my surprise was also nude. She was laying on her on my bed with her legs open. and as I entered she smiled before speaking. 

"There you are my slut, come over her and show me how much you love performing my tasks."

There was no sign of hesitation in my body as I quickly made my way over to her and positioned myself on the bed between her legs. My head dipped down, and I eagerly began to lap up her lovely sex. Unlike a lot of our past experiences, this was more loving and passionate. Sage was allowing me to show my devotion to her, and at the same time allowing herself to let her guard down some to enjoy the moment. There were no roles, other than licker and lickee, we were simply experience moment of sexual energy together. 

I spent a long time between her legs, and was able to give her a countless number of orgasms before she finally became too weak to take it anymore and had me crawl up beside her. She kissed me lovingly, and thanked me for all the pleasure I provided to her. Nothing else was said, as we both then drifted off to sleep brought on from an exhaustive evening. 

We both awoke the next morning early, and feeling bubbly. Sage, had me update my blog detailing the adventure I had the night before, and of course including some pictures as well. She was very caring and sweet to me, even packing my bag for our trip. I was happy that she was happy with me, and in fact I was pleasantly surprised when our trip turned out to be less about being Mistress and submissive, and more about compassion. Of course there were times when she put me into awkward and uncomfortable positions during our trip, but those were overshadow be the others moments when she was taking care of my needs, and making me feel special. 

Unfortunately, that trip ended quicker than I wanted, and we were soon back to our regular routine of Mistress and submissive. Upon returning to town, Sage made it very clear, that I wanted to enjoy another trip like that, I would need to earn it by showing her my complete obedience to her. She gave me the second week of the winter break off to allow me to think about my role in her life, as well as make me desire to serve her more. For the entire week she did not make contact, and I was a ball of excitement and energy for her the whole time. The Sunday before college was to begin once again, she finally called me; it was two thirty in the morning.

"Hello slut, did I wake you up?"

"Hello Mistress. Yes you woke me up, but it is okay. I am eager to serve you."

"That's good to hear slut, and serve me you will. In fact you will be starting now. I want you to put on one of your sluttiest dresses with heels, and then drive over to park by your house. I'll meet you there in twenty minutes."

"Yes Mistress."

I hurried myself to wash up, and get ready as I was so eager to see and serve Sage once again. The dress I chose was one in which Sage actually had me buy while we were on our getaway. It was a black mesh dress. The entire garment was a sheer mesh, except for two square panels that covered my breasts, and a rectangular panel that wrapped around the right side of my hip to cover my pussy and ass; the left hip was left exposed. In a dress like this one, I would not be able to wear underwear, and I would certainly look very slutty. Pairing it with a pair of black patent leather heels, I was soon out the door and on my way to the park. 

I arrived just ten minutes after Sage called, and waited in my car until she showed up. As I sat parked, I thought about what I was doing. I was out in public dressed like a streetwalker at two forty five on a morning before I was to be teaching a few hours later. The only reason I was there like I was, was at the request of my mistress who also happened to be one of my students. The thought made me shake my head in a bit of bewilderment, but also smile at the idea that I would soon be serving my mistress. At that exact moment, the cab of my car illuminated from the headlights of Sage's car as she arrived and parked next to me. We both got out and met in front of our cars. Sage was dressed a typical T-shirt and jeans look for a high college student. 

"I knew you would look good in that dress slut, and it is the perfect dress for what we will be doing. You see, I have a surprise for you, and thought it would be to present it to you in public. Whatever happens, you are to along with it as if it was your own idea. Go ahead and walk us over to the picnic area so you can find out the surprise."

At Sage's directive, I led the way to the small picnic area in the park. It was located just off of the parking lot, and didn't take very long to get to at all. I hadn't noticed any other cars in the parking lot, so I wasn't expecting to see anyone else, but as we reached the picnic area I saw that a man was sitting at one of the tables. His back was away from us so I wasn't able to tell if he knew we were there or not. I looked to Sage for reassurance, but she simply nodded for me to continue walking. As we drew closer to the tables, and the man, he turned to face us. The moment I saw his face I recognized him. 

It was Gerald, the man who used me like a cheap slut in my own home, and left me tied up afterwards. Sage had set up that meeting as me, to allow him to use me and humiliate me. I was beginning to understand what Sage's surprise was going to be. He had a devilish grin on his face as we approached, and then began to speak.

"It's lovely to see you again Cynthia. I'm glad that we were able to set this up. So this is your friend you brought to film everything? It's a shame she won't be partaking in the fun, but then again there is plenty to enjoy with just you Cynthia. I was a little surprised that you wanted to meet up tonight. Isn't it a college night?"

I replied, "yes, is that a problem for you?"

"Not at all. In fact I kind of enjoy knowing I will be corrupting a teacher just prior to her having to teach the youth of this country. That's enough chit chat, get your slutty ass over here and remind me how much your mouth resembles a cunt."

He began unfastening his pants as I instinctively followed his command and walked over to stand in front of him. Reaching him, I dropped to my knees and was presented with his throbbing slab being plopped down onto my face with a noticeable thud. It was almost a repeat of the previous meeting I had with him in which he began slapping his cock into my face while verbally belittling me.

"Look at you slut...thud...at the drop of...thud... a hat you are on...thud...your knees for dick. Open up now, and show how badly you want your face fucked."

I opened my mouth wide, not only because he said to, but to also show Sage how well I could behave. Gerald proceeded to slide his raging cock into my mouth, and quickly began to fuck my face with earnest. I could see Sage out of the corner of my eye as she moved to film the whole debacle. Soon his shaft was battering its way into my throat, and I was beginning to cough and gag at his assault. 

"I have plenty of time with you now slut. Not like last time where I had to leave right away. If you thought it was rough then, you have another thing coming." 

Gerald then forced his stiff rod deep into my throat, and held it there. It again was a repeat of our last meeting in which he made me nearly pass out on his cock. His hands gripped and pulled the back of my head, holding me in place as his thick shaft cut off my air supply. My nose was pushed firmly into his pubic patch, and my eyes bugged out as they watered from my straining to breathe. He did nothing but held me tight and smiled. Sage also did and said nothing, as she continued to capture the scene on camera; even coming in for a close up look. As my world began to blacken, and I neared the point in which I would pass out, Gerald let go off my head and gave me a forceful push to dislodge his member. I was caught off guard by the unexpected shove, and fell backwards onto my butt as I gasped to regain my breath. Gerald laughed at my misfortune, and then spoke.

"What a silly little slut you are. Can't even handle a good throat fucking. I guess I will have to see how well you can take to an actual fucking. Go bend over that table slut."

I staggered to my feet and moved to the table he pointed at. The way he spoke to me was so disgraceful, but I couldn't help but notice that I was turned on by his treatment of me. I actually enjoyed being treated like a worthless slut. It was quite a revelation, as I knew I enjoyed the treatment when it came from Sage, but I wouldn't have thought the same would be the case if it came from a near stranger. I took my place bent over the table, and pondered the realization as Gerald sauntered up behind me. He gave me no warning, except for pulling up the hem of dress over my ass, before thrusting himself into my nearly embarrassingly wet pussy. I let out a long drawn out moan as he bottomed out in one forceful stroke. He held himself deep inside of me, and leaned over to speak gruffly into my ear.

"I am going to fuck you like the dirty slag you are. It will be rough and unrelenting. I will not care if you are getting any pleasure from it, as I am only going to focus on brutally stuffing your holes. But before I do, I want to hear you beg me to do it. Beg me to fuck you senseless."

I thought about his command momentarily, and thought about how he described what he was going to do. It sounded so demeaning and degrading, but also so erotically freeing. The idea that I would allow this man to just use me a vessel to fuck and use was dirty, but arousing. 

"Please sir, fuck me like a dirty slut. Show me how worthless I am, by fucking me brutally. I have no right to receive pleasure from you, and am only here to allow use to my fuckholes."

"Very well said slut."

He then pulled back before slamming himself back into me hard. His thrusts started out as long and forceful, as if he was trying to push me through the table. I felt the pain of the table edge on my thighs, and the slamming bashing of his pelvis into my rear end. He was relentless though, and kept a steady rhythm. Each thrust caused a guttural groan to escape my lips. His fingers dug into my hips as he gripped me harder each time his rod slammed its way into my battered hole. The ache of a good hard fucking was giving way to the pain a brutal fucking, but I never tried to stop him and continued groaning and moaning my appreciation. 

Suddenly, he ripped his cock out of my sore pussy entirely, and began to press it into my asshole. He had not taken any time to prepare me, so the only lubrication that was present was my own wetness left on his cock. He didn't seem to mind as he forced his way past my tight hole, and proceeded to return to the brutal pounding he had just previously been dulling out to my cunt. Without the help of lubrication, the fucking was nearly more than I could handle. Each thrust now elicited a desperate cry of agony. He either didn't notice or didn't care, because he continued his battering ram approach without caution. I though still did not plead for him to stop, or make any attempt to pull away; I just took the punishing fucking as a proper worthless slut should. Eventually, I think his stamina wore down because he began to slow his pace and soon removed his tool completely from my abused ass. I was granted reprieve for only a moment, before he grabbed my neck and violently spun me around. My mouth flew open from the suddenness of it, and it only allowed him to slam his cock into my mouth once I was on my knees again. He then began to fuck my face again while throwing out vulgar and demeaning comments.

"Nothing but a three hole fuck toy. Taste your ass on my cock you stupid whore, and love every second of it. This is what a slut like you deserves, and exactly how she should be treated. You are nothing, and only hold value when you are taking cock. The soreness from this fucking will be a constant reminder of what you really are slut. Now take my load on your dumb worthless face cunt."

He pulled his fleshy pole from my face, and proceeded to jerk out his eruption of cum onto me. It splattered all over me, and coated me with a thick layer of sperm. The warm viscous fluid weighed heavy on my skin, and I'm sure I looked like a proper tramp. With his loaded sufficiently emptied, he then took to slapping his slowly deflating cock back into my now slimy face. Each slap was a wet smack and thud that caused Gerald to chuckle a little. I simply stared up at him through the blur of the facial I had received and allowed him to get his jollies off. He eventually tired of the silly cock slapping, and stood in front of me with his cock hanging limply just above my face. He said nothing as he caught his breath, but soon I noticed hand move to take ahold of his deflated dick once again. I thought he might begin to slap me once again, and prepared myself for the humiliating assault. However, I received an entirely different form of humiliation as a stream of liquid began to flow from the opening at the head of his cock. The heavy stream cascaded down onto my cum covered face, and I instantly knew that he was now pissing on me. This was the cherry on top of my degrading night; being used as a toilet. As his urine flowed over me, he still remained silent the only change in his demeanor was when he would redirect the stream to splash onto different portions of my face. During the whole demeaning event, I realized I had not moved once. I had not tried to avoid it, or struggle to have him stop. I didn't speak or instruct him to not piss on me. I instead remained still like a statue, and accepted the humiliation of it.

When his piss finally dribbled to a finish, he said nothing and decided to put his flaccid prick back into his pants. I remained stationary on my knees waiting for what he may have planned next. However, he didn't seem to pay me any mind as he buttoned up and turned to leave. He just walked away without saying another word, leaving me kneeling in a puddle of his urine, and face now streaked with cum. I was a bit dumbfounded by his exit, and didn't really know what to do next. Thankfully, Sage stepped forward and provided me with further instruction.

"Well that seemed pretty hot. I hoped you enjoyed yourself slut, because you look pretty wrecked. I wasn't expecting him to leave so suddenly, but that's fine; you go ahead and head home like you are, and get yourself cleaned up. We will meet at our usual time for college, and you will be naked."

It was an awkward situation, and I'm not quite sure, but I could sense that Sage may not have been really sure what to do after Gerald left so abruptly. I thanked Sage as I stood, and then walked to my car. My dress was still hiked up around my hips, though it was thoroughly saturated with Gerald's urine. There was a dull aching remainder in both my pussy and ass from the thoroughly punishing fucking I received as I drove home. Returning back to my house, I hurried inside and showered to remove the remnants of the night; to wash away the piss and sperm from my body, and attempt to wash away the general dirty feeling the experience gave me. I was almost in a zombie like state as I cleaned myself up and got ready to leave again to meet Sage at college. My mind was fogged with the confusion of what had just occurred, and how it ended. One moment I was being used and abused like a back alley hooker, and the next I am just left and told by my mistress to go home. It was certainly an uncharacteristic play by Sage, and I was curious as to how she would act when we would meet soon. It wasn't long until I did in fact have to leave for our meet up, but right before I was about to leave, naked as requested, she texted me.

"Make sure to wear your highest heels slut."

I had to return to my bedroom to change my shoes. The ones I was going to wear were only two inch high heels, but my highest were a six inch stiletto pair, that was black patent leather with a high ankle strap. They were the pair that Sage said really made me look like a sassy slut. With my new foot wear on, I went out to my car and drove to college. My naked car rides to college were no longer a big deal, and very much made me feel free. I arrived before Sage as usual, and exited my car to await her arrival by the teacher's entrance. She arrived moments later, and was dressed differently than she had been earlier. Sage was now wearing a grey maxi-dress that flowed around her legs as she walked. She only stopped momentarily to speak to me before leading us inside the vacant college.

"Follow me slut."

Doing as order, I eagerly walked behind her as she led us through the halls. I watched as her ass swayed beneath her dress as she walked in her somewhat hurried manner. It seemed as though she had an agenda and was determined to see it accomplished. The idea both excited, and scared me. As I knew that whatever she had in mind, I would be in some way apart of it. We eventually reached the student cafeteria and entered to head over to the simple elevated stage area in which the administration often spoke to the staff from at meetings. It was only a few steps higher than the main eating area, but was certainly front and center of the room. Once on the stage, Sage indicated I bend over and grab my ankles. I complied, and as I stood bent in have hands gripping my ankles, I peered through my legs Sage removing her dress. She was naked underneath except for a strap-on harness and a very large fake cock jutting out from it. It was strapped down to her thigh by a piece of leather, but once her dress was off, she also removed the strap. 

I watched as she now moved around the stage with her large rubber cock swaying in front as she did. From her book bag she pulled out a digital camcorder, and a mini tripod. Stepping down from the stage, Sage set the device up onto the tripod in front of me on the main floor to capture a side view of me as I stood bent over. When she seemed satisfied with the setup, she return to the stage and stepped up behind me. I felt the thick tip of the dildo tap into my exposed cunt. I slipped inside of my easily, and momentarily began to slide back and forth bringing me closer and closer to a climax. However, as soon as it had started, it was stopped and the lengthy intruder was pulled from my sex. I then felt the sensation of a wetness dripping onto the top of my butt crack, and the motion of Sage's fingers pushing the liquid towards my recently battered asshole. She massaged what I assumed was her own spit into my tender opening, and then presented it with her rubber member. Just as Gerald had earlier, Sage began to feed her cock to my less than prepared ass. The strain from stretching to accommodate her girth was an instant reminder that I had just been brutally fucked in the same hole only hours earlier. With only slight lubrication from her spit, and my own juices, Sage struggled to slowly push herself deeper inside of me. With some effort however, she managed to begin feeding my ass her length, and that was when she finally spoke to me.

"That's it my little teacher slut, take my cock in you slutty ass. I know you love get a raw ass fucking; you showed me earlier just how much you enjoy getting your rear fuckhole stuffed with fat cock. He fucked you just like I am fucking you now. He stuffed his fat dick in your eager ass, and you just loved every second of it didn't you?"

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"Yes, I loved it when he fucked my ass Mistress, and I love that you are fucking my ass now. Please fuck my ass Mistress."

"Of course I'm going to fuck your ass slut, because that is what a slut like you deserves; a good ass fucking to start her day. Lucky for you, you are getting two. I'm sure your ass will be sore all day from the attention it has received, but a dirty fuckslut like you doesn't care. All you care about is being a dirty fuckslut. I bet you loved it when he pissed all over your face this morning didn't you? "

"Yes Mistress, I loved it because I wanted to show to you that I could do whatever he wanted and not balk at anything."

"Is that so slut? So if he told you to open your mouth so he could piss in it, you would have allowed him too, and loved every moment of it?"

"Oh yes Mistress, anything to show my passion for you. Show my obedience."

"Would you have drunk his piss slut?"

"Yes, I probably would have."

"Do you wish he would have pissed in your mouth slut?"

"If it meant you would have been happy, then yes."

"Well that is quite the revelation slut. Why don't you tell me just exactly what you wanted your friend this morning to do?"

"Oh Mistress, I wish he would have pissed in my mouth this morning, and I wish I could have drunk his piss to show you how much I live to serve you."

"God you are just a dirty little slut."

Sage then stopped fucking my ass with her massive dildo, pulled it out my battered hole, and proceeded to walk over to the camera. She turned it off and brought both the camera and tripod back to the stage where I was still bent over with a gaping asshole. From between my legs I watched as she put the pieces away, took the strapon off, and then dressed. Picking up her bag she walked off the stage towards the exit before turning her head slightly and ordering me to follow. We walked to my classroom, and Sage instructed me to go stand behind my desk as she set her bag atop of it. From her bag she pulled out the dildo that had been recently used to fuck my ass, and removed it from the strap on harness. I noticed that it had a suction cup base which Sage put to use almost immediately by securing it to my desk chair.

"Suck that cock clean, while I set a few other things up as well."

"Yes Mistress."

I dropped down to my knees and took the rubber phallus into my mouth. It still had the warmth from my ass on it, but after a few moments it soon became coated with my saliva. Because of my position behind the desk, and task of sucking of the lengthy cock, I was unable to notice what else Sage was doing around my room. I could hear various sounds and moments, but nothing that indicated for sure what she was doing. After a while, she returned to me and ordered me to stop.

"That's good for now slut, go ahead and sit on it. Make sure you get it all the way in your ass so that your butt is resting on the chair."

I positioned myself in a squatting stance over the dildo, and lined up the bulbous tip with my tired out hole. Considering I had done a pretty good job of sucking the cock off, and I had just taking a good hard pounding from it earlier, the fake dick slid into my ass pretty smoothly. Without much resistance, I had the rubber snake buried inside of me, and was sitting stuffed full on my desk chair. Once I had succeeded at Sage's task, she reached into her bag and tossed me a piece of clothing.

"Put this dress on. Do not get off of that dildo. You are to dress while you remain sitting."

The dress was simply red jersey cotton that I easily pulled over my head and onto my body. Because I was sitting, the bottom portion of the dress just kind of pooled in my lap, as it was more form fitting than flared. 

"Perfect," declared Sage. "Now you are to remain just like that for the remainder of the morning that is of course, unless you want your students to know that you are sitting on a large dildo affixed to your chair. During lunch I will make some adjustments for the afternoon classes, but you have to wait until then. For now, why don't you just sit and relax, and I will see you in class."

Sage grabbed her bag and left me sitting behind my desk. I was shocked, and sat in disbelief. She couldn't really expect me to keep the cock in my ass all morning while I taught class. Certainly she was just messing with me, but as the clock crept closer to the start of the college day, I began to realize that she indeed mean for me to remain ass stuffed in my chair. Thankfully, my desk gave me plenty of cover, and my chair had wheels so I would be able to move if absolutely necessary. However, the real test I knew would be the constant feeling of the thick cock embedded in my ass that would eventually become uncomfortable. It would be hours until lunch, and even then from the way it sounded Sage had no intention of me removing it. I would just have to persevere and power though, as I had no intention of failing Sage.

Eventually, the bell rang and my students began to file into my room. I was probably noticeably shaking from my secret, but I did manage to get them started on an assignment that allowed me to remain seated behind my desk. I couldn't believe I was in front of a classroom full of students while a large dildo was secretly embedded into the depths of my ass. It was an unreal sensation. Occasionally a student would come up to my desk to ask me a question, and I would pull in as close to my desk as possible to make sure my lower half was hidden. Not once did any of the students make notice of my situation, but some did comment on my behavior and ask if I was feeling okay. I responded in a manner to limit suspicion, and squash their inquiries. By the end of the first period, I felt comfortable that my students would be none the wiser of my secret, but I also already began to feel the ache from the pressure of the anal intruder. 

I got through my next classes with just about the same amount ease as I had the first, and was interested to finding out what Sage's class would hold for me. The pain and ache of the dildo was certainly building, but I was also starting to grow accustomed to it and was able to push it out of my head at times. However, I knew that I would most likely not be able to do so once Sage's class started. She walked in just as the tardy bell rang, and took her seat without even looking over to me. I got her class started just as I had with the earlier ones, and soon the routine started again. About ten minutes into the class though, I received a text message from Sage.

"How is that cock in your ass slut?"

"It is very filling Mistress."

"It's a shame that it just has to sit inside of you. Usually things in your ass tend to go in and out. Don't you think it would be better if that cock was going in and out?"

"Oh yes Mistress, it would feel so much better."

"Then go ahead and sit up real quick and then back down."

Reading the message, I looked up at my students, and surveyed to see if anyone was looking at me. When I was satisfied that no one was looking, I slowly lifted myself up off my chair a few inches. My ass slid up the length of the dildo a few inches, but I soon retreated and sat back down; fully embedding it once again. My phone lit up with another message.

"How did that feel slut?"

"It felt good Mistress, but also strange and scary."

"The best things often feel strange, and seem scary. Do it again, but go higher this time."

Again I looked around the room before completing Sage's order. With the coast clear, I rose up again off the seat. The dildo felt amazing sliding out of my hole, but I was nervous of being seen. I knew last time I only went about an inch or two up, so this time I made sure to go higher. I decided to rise up to the level of my desk, which was a good five inches high; any higher and I would risk the dildo being seen. Once I reached the height of my desktop, I slowly sat back down. Again, as I returned the dildo to its full penetrative depths, my phone lit up.

"Very nice slut, but now I think you should ride it a little. You know bounce up and down a few times."

I immediately looked at Sage with pleading eyes once I read her instructions, but she did not look back at me. I knew I would do as she instructed, but I was also nervous of being noticed. Without taking too much time though, I began to push myself off the chair. I got a few inches up before sitting back down and repeating the process. Sage didn't inform me how many times I was to go up and down, so I continued my slow riding of the dildo until my phone blinked to life with a new message.

"Having fun slut? You can stop now, and remain still for the remainder of the period. I'll have more for you during lunch."

Reading the new message, I stopped the up and down moments, and sunk the dildo back into the depths of my ass. There was still about twenty minutes left until the bell would ring, and then I would be facing whatever Sage had in store for me during the lunch break. I did my best to keep my mind distracted with grading, but the constant pressure of the rubber intruder was a nagging reminder of my predicament. It was a long twenty minutes, but it soon came to an end and my class filed out once the dismissal bell rang. Sage of course remained behind and closed the door after a few moments. She returned to me and stood in front of my desk as she spoke.

"Go ahead and stand up slut, and then turn around and clean you friend with your mouth."

I nodded my understanding and stood up to dismount the rubber cock that had been buried in my ass for the entire morning so far. When I finally disengaged from the girthy member, my ass felt stretched and empty, and there was a dull ache that remained from the constant pressure of the event. I spun around and immediately dropped to my knees to take the now warm dildo into my mouth and began the process of sucking it off once again. Just as she had earlier, once I began my duty of blowing the fake cock, Sage began moving about my room. When she finally stopped and returned to me, she had me finish my blow job and turn to face her. 

"Just to let you know, I set up spy cams earlier to capture your task of sitting on such a large dildo for the morning. They recorded everything from the moment you sat down on the cock, until the moment you got up and began to suck it clean. You may be happy to hear though that I will not be having you repeat your performance this afternoon. Instead, you are to just go about the rest of the day as normal, and then meet me at the Northside mall after college. I will be parked on the east side of the lot. I am going to be taking a half day so I can go home and edit the recordings. Once I complete them, I will send them to you so that you may post them on your little slut blog. Don't worry; I plan on blurring out your face. See you after college slut." 

She then strolled out of my room, and I was left wondering what she had in store for me later that day. I couldn't ponder it for too long as soon the bell rang ending lunch, and I had to try desperately to focus on being a teacher. 

[hirarandi]

So the rest of my day went by in a blur, as I was constantly thinking about my morning encounters with Sage and Gerald, as well as what Sage had planned for me after college at the mall. I am amazed that I was even able to teach my last classes of the day. The autopilot of a teacher is a miraculous thing, as it got me to the end of the college day, and I was soon driving to the mall to meet Sage.

I texted that I was nearing the mall, and she responded indicating that I was to meet her in the parking lot of the JC Penny's. Within minutes I was there, and parked alongside of Sage's car; she waved me over to get into her car once I stooped. The crisp cool air breezed across my body and under the rather short flared dress as I exited my car and walked the short distance to get into hers. 

"Hello my pet, I hope the rest of your college day was good, because I do believe you afternoon is about to get a lot more exciting soon. Go ahead and leave your keys in your car, you won't need them until later."

I exited her car, and quickly stepped over to my car to drop my keys inside; making sure that it was unlocked so I could retrieve them later. Returning to Sage, she began to lay out her plan for me.

"I am going to drive us over to the opposite side of the mall and park there. At that time, I will give you a bag containing items you will be changing into. You will take the bag and enter the mall, heading directly to the restrooms found just to the left of the entrance. Inside one of the stalls, you will open the bag and begin getting applying your new items to wear. Once you have gotten yourself changed, you will discard the dress you are currently wearing along with the bag in trash bin just outside the restroom corridor. Finally, you will proceed to walk 

the length of the mall and exit to return your car parked here. Is this understood slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, then let's be on our way."

Sage then pulled out of the parking space, and drove us over to the exact opposite side of the mall, which was the main entrance to the shopping complex. As she re-parked, she reached behind my seat and grabbed a medium sized, brown paper bag. Handing the bag to me, she smiled and said, "Have fun slut."

I replied, "Thank you Mistress," before exiting her car and making way towards the entrance. It felt strange walking into the mall carrying the non-descript brown bag containing items I had no knowledge of. Fortunately it was a short walk from Sage's car to the entrance, and there were not too many people about. Inside, I quickly headed down the hall to the women's restroom, and prayed silently to myself that it would empty. To my dismay, there were two women standing at the sinks, and it looked as if two of the five stalls were occupied. Doing my best to push the nerves of others being around away, I entered the furthest vacant stall to the door. Within the stall I took a moment to sit and collect myself before continuing on with Sage's orders.

After, a few moments, and a few deep breathes, I opened up the bag I had carried in with me. The shock I felt from what was contained inside cannot be adequately explained in words. Knowing I was to wear whatever was inside, and then seeing the items, I nearly hyperventilated from fear. The bag contained a pink, pixie cut wig, a white, string tie bikini top, a white, patent leather collar, a pink lycra, micro mini skirt that looked to be no longer than seven inches in length, and a rubber butt plug with an attached bushy, foxtail. Wearing any one of the items in public would have been enough to make me uneasy, but I was going to have to wear all of them together and look the part of complete sex crazed loon. These items were better suited to wear to a rave rather than a public mall in which was in my own town no the less. The only thing I felt made the whole thing any easy to handle was the fact that at least the mall I was at, was located on the opposite end of town and was not the more popular mall for my students.

It took quite some time to really calm my nerves, and when I finally did I almost laughed aloud at myself. I realized that in the broad scope of everything I have done for Sage or with Sage, walking through a public mall, scantily dressed, wasn't nearly the most embarrassing or humiliating thing I have done. Once that registered in my mind, I lost all reluctance in completely the task at hand. I stood up, and got everything organized and laid out in front of me. The dress I was wearing came off and was put into the bag the other items had previously been residing. I started with the butt plug first as I figured it would just be easier to insert while I was naked. Using my own spit, I lubricated the bulbous toy, and then brought it to my tender hole. It slid into place easily; most likely thanks to the heavy battering my ass received earlier that morning. 

With my bushy tail in place, I pulled on the tiny pink skirt. It stretched and hugged my hips, but did not do a good job of covering me up. From the front the hem line just covered my pussy, but in the back my butt cheeks were nearly half exposed. I would be giving quite the viewing of my ass as I walked. Adjusting the skirt as best I could for maximum coverage, I moved on to putting on the bikini top. In reality, it was just two small pieces of white fabric connected by some tiny stretchy string. The top had no lining, and when I got it into place my nipples were almost clearly visible beneath the tiny patches of fabric. Picking up the collar, I secured it around my neck before putting the bright pink wig on my head. Even though I was wearing clothes, I felt completely exposed in what I was wearing. The wig would most certainly catch the attention everyone, and once their attention was on me, it would be a certainty that I would not lose it. 

I took a few moments in the stall to make a few adjustments and to wait for the restroom to clear out before I exited. In retrospect, that is a silly tactic, as I would be seen in moments anyway, so waiting for the restroom to empty was pointless. When coast did clear, I pensively walked out of the stall. As I did I felt the weight of the fox tail sway back and forth, causing the tiny skirt to rise up even more in the back. Before I exited the restroom to begin my trek through the mall, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrors. My reflection revealed the image of a scantily clad punk rock looking girl. The only relief I got from how I looked is that I figured if did happen to run into someone who knew me; it would be very hard for them to recognize me. 

Taking one final calming breath, I reached for the door to exit, and as I did another woman was entering at the same time. She excused herself around me, but then froze to look back at me as she realized how I was dressed. I however did not stop, for I knew it was best for me to just power through the ordeal. As I passed the trash bin, I pitched in the bag containing what now seemed like a more appropriate dress, and then continued down the hallway towards the main area of the mall. 

Once I turned the corner into main concourse, I knew I had no choice but to continue walking until I reached the other end. I decided best to walk a casually as possible, and not act as if anything was abnormal. Almost immediately people began to notice and started to gawk at me while taking double takes. I did my best to act as if I didn't notice and to keep my pace. As I walked the, the fox tail attached to the plug swayed so much, and I didn't dare look to see how it looked, or what it may be revealing. I only focused on getting to the finish line of my car. 

Only moments into my journey, I began to notice a number of people begin to pull out their phones and cameras to begin capturing my humiliating walk. The idea that so many people were looking only caused me to flush with arousal. Added to that, was the unknown number of people who would be told about it, and shown the pictures and videos. I had no way of knowing who would see the pictures and videos, or where they would end up. I just had to assume that some of them would make their way to the internet. 

By the time I was halfway through the mall, a small group of followers began to closely follow, and I even began to hear the murmurs of others stating I was a slut, or a whore. Again, my body flooded with the feeling of arousal and embarrassment. I had nowhere to hide from all of the prying eyes, and I knew that my only way out of the spotlight would be to reach my car. At that point I would just have to hope no one would follow me from there.

Nearing the end of the concourse and getting closer to the exit, I began to feel my wetness on my thighs, and could only wish it wasn't noticeable to the people staring me down. Reaching the door to exit into the parking lot, I realized no one had approached me and I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or relieved at this realization. Either way, I kept up my pace until I reached my parked car. I did not see Sage around, or her car, but as I got closer to mine I could see a note of some kind attached to my driver side window. Once I was close enough to make it out, I could that it was a note left by Sage, as the front of it had "For my SLUT" written out in black marker. 

Just as I reached my car, I took my first look behind me to see if anyone had followed me out. I could see a few people looking in my direction from the doors, but no one had proceeded into the lot. Peeling the taped note off my window, I opened my door and sat down in the relative safety and private confines of my car. I took a moment to gather myself and collect my breath before I opened the note to read Sage's words.

"Well slut, if you are reading this, it must mean that you have completed your walk through the mall. Hopefully it wasn't met with too much hassle, and you were able to enjoy yourself. I want you to go home, and enjoy a nice night in by yourself. Of course I expect you to be naked, and to also update your blog with all the wonderful experiences you have had today. You'll find videos and pictures in your email that you can use to add visuals to your posting. As for tomorrow, I want you to be at college for our normal meeting time. Of course you are to be nude as per usual. Have a good night slut.

Sincerely,

Your Mistress

P.s. You may cum tonight, but only once 

After reading the note, while I was initially disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing Sage tonight, I was happy that she had given me permission to get myself off. Putting the note down, I started my car and headed out of the lot and towards my home. It certainly felt strange driving as I was dressed, but I figured it was no different than the many times I had driven nude. Plus, I didn't notice any of the other drivers taking notice of me; well not as much as the people of the mall had. 

Arriving home, I went inside and stripped out of the get up, and stashed it in my closet in case Sage wanted to make use of it again. I then booted up my computer before heading off to clean up, and eat. Feeling refreshed from my shower, and revitalized with a meal in my stomach, I focused my attention on updating my blog with the day's events. My email had a message from Sage that contained a couple of edited videos, and a few pictures from the morning meeting with Gerald, and Sage's use of me at college. I logged my account of the day, and everything I went through in a very detailed posting and uploaded the videos and pictures to occupancy the report. I reviewed everything for typos, as well as any identifying statements or visuals that would link the post to my true identity, before I published the new blog post. 

When I finally completed the posting it was already pretty late, but that did not keep me from enjoy a good climatic finish to my night. I got into bed, and lay back as I got myself off remembering the day, and envisioning my future with Sage as my Mistress. The orgasm I had was like a firework finale to cap off a very sexual day, and seemed to continue on forever. Eventually, as with all things, it did come to an end, and I was completely spent. I don't even remember falling asleep. The next thing I know, I am waking up to the sound of my alarm. I don't think I moved the entire night as my legs were still partially splayed open, and my hand was resting on my stomach. 

Waking up like that, I felt revitalized and ready to experience a new day serving Sage. I quickly showered, and grabbed a quick bite to eat, before heading out to meet Sage at college as was our routine. Just as the countless times in the past, I drove to my college nude, and then waited outside of the teachers' entrance for Sage to arrive. She showed up shortly after I did, and looked amazing as usual. She was wearing a pair of black leggings, and a scoop neck top with a tank underneath. The simplicity of her look was what made her so sexy in my eyes. 

As she approached she grinned at me, while holding her bag over her shoulder. Unlike most other times, she had me kneel right where I stood rather than guide me inside. I took my position, and watched as she dropped her bag to the ground to go through it. From the bag she pulled out the collar and leash she had used with me before the break. Obediently I kneeled, as she fastened the collar around my neck and then clipped the leash to it. Picking her bag back up, she then proceeded to lead me around to the back side of the college. 

I crawled behind her as she led the way to the back entrance of the college for the students' access to the sport fields. Sage stopped just outside of those doors, and set her bag down once again. She rummaged through it before producing a large plastic sports bottle without a lid. Handing it to me, she closed her bag back up, and spoke.

"So slut, I have been thinking long and hard about the confession you made yesterday morning. You know, the one about how you would have drank Gerald's piss if he asked to prove your devotion to me. Well, that got me to the idea that if you would have drank his, you certainly would drink mine. With that realization, I came up with the fun little task we are going to partake in now. You are going to hold that bottle in front of yourself slut, with your arms stretched out. I will then pull my pants down some, and proceed to squat over the bottle. Once I am in position, I will begin to release my need to pee that has been building since woke up this morning. It will be your job slut to make sure as much of my piss gets into the bottle as possible. Is this clear slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, then let us begin slut."

She turned to face away from me, and I stretched out my arms while holding the bottle in front of me. The bottle was securing in place between my two hands, and I watched as she peeled down her leggings to mid-thigh before hovering over my outstretched arms with her now exposed nether region. At first nothing happened, but after a few moments of silence a tickle began to flow from her privates. It started slowly, and then built up intensity. The initial flow missed the bottle, and splashed my arms and hands as well as the ground below. However, once her stream steadied I was able to adjust the bottle's position and capture the torrent of piss cascading down. The sound of her urine filling the plastic bottle was a break in the silence of the moment, and there was also a slight pungent smell that wafted towards my nostrils. 

Soon, with the bottle nearly filled completely, Sage's stream began to come to a trickling stop, and I once again had to focus on moving the bottle to capture the last few drops. When she felt no more was to be expelled, she cocked her head back to me, and ordered me to lick her clean. Not even the notion that she had just urinated kept me from instantly complying with her command. The entire time I watched her pee, I was mesmerized by the pure perfect beauty of her pussy, and was hoping that she would allow me to taste it. I leaned forward and my tongue darted out to lick up the sweet nectar of her sex. The acidic, and bitter taste of her piss, only lingered for a moment before it was lapped away and replaced by her natural sweetness. However, before I could enjoy myself too much, Sage stood up away from me and pulled her pants back up. I was left kneeling, open mouthed, and holding a bottle of her piss. She reached for her bag once again, and retrieved the plastic lid to the bottle. Sage tossed it to me, and I screwed on. With the bottle capped, she took hold of it, along with my leash, and led the way to my classroom. Once inside, she set her stuff on my desk, unclipped my collar and leash, and then laid out her instructions for me as I knelt in front of her.

"Well slut, what I want you to do now is show me your gratitude by licking me to orgasm. I'm sure the preview taste you got earlier has made you pretty eager for more, and I am in need of some release."

Sage pulled her leggings down; this time to her knees, and I scooted up to present my face and mouth for her use. She was absolutely soaking wet, and I loved every second of my time with my face buried in her crotch. I felt her palm my head with one of her hands and then begin to speak as I kept up my elaborate tongue lashing of her slit.

"Oh yeah, that's my good little teacher slut. Lick my pussy like a good whore should. You are going to love drinking my piss slut, and I am going to love knowing you are doing so in front of your classes. Fuck yeah slut, just like that. Work that tongue you little dyke. I am expecting you to have that entire bottle finished by the time my class period is over. Oh god, I'm going to cum slut. I'm going to cum right now."

Both hands gripped my head, as she rode my face to a powerful orgasm and flooded my mouth with her juices. She shivered and shook for a few moments before releasing her grip and turning around. 

"Use your slutty tongue on my ass now whore, as I lay out my plan for you."

Her ass was just a delectable as her pussy was, and I savored my time plunging my tongue into her back hole.

"You will make sure to drink just about all of my piss from that bottle before my class arrives, but leave some for when I show up as I plan to make your last few swallows a bit more fun. Also, you are to make sure that you only drink from the bottle when students are present. Do not drink from it between classes. God, slut your tongue feels wonderful. I wish I could have you eat out my ass all day. Unfortunately, now isn't that time, nor is it the place."

Sage then moved away and pulled her pants back up before continuing on.

"Tell me slut, what are you supposed to do between now and the time of my class?"

"I am to drink your piss from the bottle Mistress. I am to save some for your class, and am only to drink during class when students are present."

"Glad to know you were paying attention while I treated you; to my pussy and ass. Let's get you dressed for the day before college starts."

Sage grabbed her bag and pulled out a small, pink, polo style top and passed it to me. I took it and waited for her to hand me the rest of the outfit, but watched as Sage closed her bag and tossed it over her shoulder. When she noticed I hadn't dressed yet, she spoke.

"That's all you get today, so I recommend stay behind your desk today. I'll see you later slut, and enjoy your lovely beverage."

With a smile on her face, she turned and left my room. I quickly pulled the tight fitting polo shirt on, and was a bit nervous about my clothing situation. The shirt was very tight, and very short. It only barely reached my hips, so provided no cover for my lower half at all. Also, as Sage had not instructed I wear heels this morning, I was also shoeless. I would certainly have to make sure I stayed behind my desk today, and hope that no student tried to come around to ask questions. The only upside I figured would be that my state of nudity would be a helpful distraction to the fact that I was to drink a bottle full of piss as well. My commitment and strength was certainly going to be tested. 

[hirarandi]

I hurriedly got things into place for the day, and took my seat behind my desk as I waited for the morning bell to ring. The bottle of Sage's urine sat atop the desk in front of me, and I just stared at it wondering if I would actually be able to drink its contents. Of course I would not know for sure what the taste would be like until my first class arrived, and I would only hope that it wouldn't be evident I was drinking pee. Thankfully, I noticed that the bottle Sage had decided to use was not a clear plastic bottle, so the color of the liquid within could not be seen. It would look to anyone else that I would just be drinking water or some other sports beverage. That notion calmed me some, but then I remember I was not wearing anything below my waist, and the sense of panic crept back into my head. However, before I dwell too much, the morning bell rang and my first class began to spill into my room.

Once they were all seated, and I got them started on the lesson for the day; which was a bit awkward considering I didn't come from behind my desk, I decided it best to begin drinking Sage's pee now rather than have to gulp it all down later. I unscrewed the lid, and brought the bottle to my lips. Scanning the room, I tilted it back and took a small sample swallow into my mouth. It was still relatively warm, and certainly had a bitter, pungent taste to it. I didn't find it upsetting or gross, and was actually surprised how easily I managed to swallow it down. I figured the reason for it was that I in some way realized that it was from Sage so it didn't put me off, and I knew that by drinking it I was pleasing her even though she was present to witness it. With my understanding of the situation, I happily took another larger sip before setting the bottle down on my desk. For the rest of the period, I took a sip from the bottle every five minutes or so, and with each one I became more accustomed to the taste of it, and began to swallow larger mouthfuls. 

By the end of the period, I actually realized I would have to slow down a bit if I was to save some for when Sage arrived. Thankfully, my next classes went as smoothly as my first, and I managed to slow myself down when it came to drinking from the bottle so that I still had about three ounces left when Sage's class started. As has become her habit, Sage waited until further into the class to text me.

"How does my piss taste slut? Do you love it?"

"It actually tastes okay Mistress, and because it is yours I of course love it."

"I knew you would slut. Would you have ever thought that you would become a piss slut?"

"I never would have imagined I could become a piss slut Mistress, but you have a way of bringing out my true self."

"I'm glad you understand that slut. Do you still have some piss left in the bottle?"

"Yes Mistress. I have about 3 ounces left."

"That's great slut. I want to watch you take a drink from the bottle. Not all of it, just a little."

"Yes Mistress."

Following her order, I grabbed the bottle and twisted off the cap. Bringing it to my lips just as I had all morning, I took a small sip and swallow it down before returning the bottle to my desk. Almost immediately my phone lit up with a message from Sage.

"Very nice slut, now I want you to take another swig, but this time as you tilt it to your mouth you will deliberately spill whatever remains onto your shirt. I mean a good little piss slut always should have some piss on her."

Sage was definitely pushing the envelope with what I could get away with in class. It was one thing to secretly drink her piss in class, but it was a whole different thing to have it spill onto my only piece of clothing. It scared me more because, I was curious as to how my other students would react to seeing that my shirt got wet, and also I wondered if they would be able to smell that it was piss and not water. However, I knew that none of this mattered, because I had to do it for Sage. She would not be pleased if I balked at her instructions, and I would feel horrible if I upset her. 

My decision was made, and I swiftly grabbed the bottle. In my effort to complete Sage's request, I fumbled the grip on the bottle, and actually managed to spill the rest of the piss onto my shirt. Even though I was going to do it anyway, the mere fact of accidentally spilling liquid on myself startled me and caused me to shriek. This of course grabbed the attention of my class who all looked up to see what had happened. I quickly relieved their curiosities by indicating I had just spilt my water on my shirt, and it was nothing to be alarmed about. They somewhat giggled and laughed before I managed to get them focused back on their work. When I looked down, I had a message from Sage.

"Very skillfully done slut. Now don't you feel even more like a real piss slut?"

"Thank you Mistress. Yes I do feel like a piss slut; especially sense I can smell it on me."

"Don't worry slut, I have you take the shirt off soon that is of course unless you want to take it off now?"

"Oh no Mistress, I can wait."

"That's what I figured slut, but you should count on a bit more piss play as well. Does that sound fun slut?"

"Anything with you is fun for me Mistress."

"That is what I like to hear from my little teacher piss slut. When this class let's out, and the last student walks out, I want you to immediately take off your shirt, and drop to your knees."

"Yes Mistress."

I looked to the clock, and noticed that there was only ten minutes left in class. However I knew from experience that those ten minutes would drag by slower than anything else. The more I sat there watching the clock, the more my arousal grew, and the more I desired to serve Sage. When the bell finally did ring, I almost had a fall start on taking my shirt off, as I very nearly begin to pull it off before my students even had a chance to get out of their seats. Thankfully, I managed to collect myself enough to wait until the last student made their way to the door. They hadn't even turned the corner, before my shirt was up and over my head. I dbangd it on my desk as I sunk to my knees behind it to wait for Sage. 

She walked around to me moments later, and had the same grin on her face that she had that morning. I knew immediately something devilish was in store. Without her even opening up her mouth to speak, I knew I would be in for an interesting experience.  

"So my little teacher piss slut enjoy her bottle of piss this morning?"

I nodded my head to indicate I had.

"Well maybe this piss slut would enjoy some more of my piss."

Again, I nodded my head.

"How would my little piss slut like to drink straight from the tap this time?"

"That would be wonderful Mistress," I replied.

"I'm glad to see your enthusiasm, but I must warn you that I haven't relieved myself since this morning and I had two large cups of coffee so it might be a bit bitterer this time. Do you still want my piss slut?"

Once again my head nodded to indicate I did.

"Of course you do, because you are thirsty piss slut. Now open your mouth wide and get ready for your refreshment."

Sage pulled her leggings down to mid-thigh again and angled her crotch to aim it at my mouth. She also moved a step closer so that her wonderfully cute pussy was only a half inch away from my face. I held my mouth wide open and waited for her to flood my gullet. Just like this morning, it started as a small tickle before increasing into a heavy yellow stream. My open mouth captured it all, and was soon almost filled with her piss. It was significantly warmer straight from the source, and I could also confirm that it was more bitter and pungent that it had been earlier. 

Just as it was about to overflow my lips, Sage cut off her stream and ordered me to swallow. I closed my mouth, and took the entire mouthful in one gulp. Once the sour liquid passed down my throat and into my stomach, I opened up my mouth for more. Sage did not waste time, and quickly started the flow of piss again to fill my mouth. This time however, she did not stop before it overflowed my lips, and instead continued for a little longer to finish emptying her bladder. The result was that, the overflow cascade down my chin and onto my chest, before pooling on the floor below my knees. I swallowed my mouthful again once she stopped, and then without instruction leaned in and licked her slit clean. Sage gave me a pat on the head to indicate that she approved, before stepping back and pulling her pants back up. 

I remained kneeling in front of her, covered in piss. She looked down to the floor and noticed the small pool of urine around my knees, and then ordered me to slurp it up with my mouth. I scooted myself back and bent down to press my lips into the pool, and suck it up. When I was satisfied that I had gotten all I could, I straightened back up on my knees to await further instructions from Sage. She began to rummage through her bag and pulled out a smaller plastic bag. I watched as she picked up my discarded top that had spilt pee on it, and placed it inside the small plastic bag. The look on my face must have shown my confusion, because after putting the small bag back into her bag she spoke to me.

"Don't worry piss slut, I am not going to make you spend the rest of the day naked. I wouldn't want to get you into any trouble. If you look in the bottom drawer of your desk, you will find stuffed into the back a balled up dress that I left there some time ago. I put it there as an emergency backup dress just in case, and considering you spilled piss on your other shirt, it is a good thing I did. You are to dress after I leave and teach the rest of the day as you normally would. However, I do recommend you keep your distance from the students as you smell of piss. I will be back here after college, and want you to be waiting for me as you are now. Have a good rest of your day slut."

Just as she usually did, she turned and exited my class leaving naked and scrambling to get redressed. Pulling open my desk drawer, I scavenged through it to locate the hidden dress. As Sage said it would be, stuffed in the deep corner of the drawer, was a balled up piece of fabric. I retrieved it from its hiding place, and shook it open to have a look at my cover. It was a wrinkled cotton dress that had a purple floral pattern. It looked absolutely hideous, and far from presentable. I looked at the tag to check the size, as it looked to be rather small, and read that it was a junior size medium. The construction of the dress, even if it was the right size would not have done much to cover me up, but being so small and wrinkle, I would have to do a damn good job of using my desk to cover up. 

I slipped the dress over my head, and it only hung to just below my butt. The wrinkles didn't help as they caused the dress to bunch up in various places. As for the top, it was a basic tank style, but with a very deep scoop in the front and back. Even my smaller sized breasts were threatening to spill out. I couldn't freak out though, as this dress was certainly was better than the alternative of nothing. I would just have to manage and make it through the rest of the college day without bringing too much attention to myself. 

As I continued to try unsuccessfully to smooth out some of the wrinkles in the dress, the bell rang and my next class soon began to file in. The after lunch classes flowed similarly to the morning classes. I got them started on the lesson, and did my best to remain as concealed behind my desk as possible. The only differences being I was no longer required to be drinking from a bottle filled with my Mistress' piss and at least I had some coverage on my lower half; no matter how minimal. Eventually, my classes did come to an end, and I sat patiently behind my desk as I watched the last of my students exit my room. Once the door was shut, I slipped out of my chair, pulled the dress off my body, and took up my position on my knees to await Sage's arrival. 

It was an agonizingly long wait, and I felt that Sage might just have meant to make me wait for so long just to torture me some. The constant fear that someone other than Sage would enter my room and find me naked and kneeling, caused my body to tremble. With each passing minute my knees grew achier, and my pussy moistened with further arousal. I didn't dare touch myself, in concern that I might accidentally get myself off. The cool air of the college caused my body to quiver even more, and the formation of goose bumps to appear on my skin. Finally, after such a disparagingly extended interval of patience, my door opened and in walked my Mistress. She walked to me and my desk, setting her bag atop of it as she did. It was a different bag than the one she had earlier, but I had no time to think about as she began to speak to me.

"Don't you look like the cute little slut waiting so patiently for her Mistress? I hope you are eager to serve and show your continued devotion to me. Get your slutty ass up on top of your desk. Lay on your back with your head hanging off the end."

I said nothing, but immediately stood and climbed atop my desk to assume the position she requested. It took a bit of maneuvering, but I soon managed to get myself into the requested position. It felt a bit weird having my head dangle over the edge of the desk, but I did not make any indication to Sage that I was uncomfortable. However, because of my positioning, I couldn't see what Sage was actually doing, but could tell from the sounds I heard she was getting things from her new bag. When she did come back around and into my view, I wasn't surprised to see she had put on a strap-on harness and attached a large fake cock to it. What did surprise me though was the fact that the harness was all she was wearing.

"Well slut, I plan on having a bit of fun using you this afternoon. I realized earlier, that I haven't really given you a good deep throat fucking in a while, and decided what better time than now. This may not be the longest cock I have pushed into your slutty throat, but it should be close to the thickest. What I want you to do whore, is just remain laying there like that, and let me pummel your dirty throat with my cock. It is my hope that I can get you to take every thick inch, and in the process hear you make some very disgustingly retched sounds. At no point during this face fucking are you to touch your slutty little cunt, or are you to touch me. You will simply just be a hole for me to relentlessly fuck with my big fat cock. If this is understood, nod your head slut."

Of course being the obedient submissive I am, I nodded my head and without a bit of caution or hesitation Sage began to feed her mammoth manhood into my mouth. Immediately, she started to push it deeper into my mouth and throat; not wasting any time before starting the brutal face fucking. Soon the rubber tool was being buried and thrusted into my throat, and I had to do my best to relax my gag reflex as to not spew up the contents of my stomach. Sage was relentless from the start, and had a keen focus on slamming as much of her girth into my face as fast and as hard as she could. 

Eventually she managed to get the entire length pushed into my throat, and her strokes became even more long and forceful. My eyes watered from the assault and strain, and just as she had hoped sounds of my struggled breathing and gagging began to emit out into the quiet room. Breathing was certainly a struggle, especially at times when Sage would hold the entire length of the rubber monster in my throat for extended moments. Saliva poured out of my mouth and dripped in sticky strands across my face. It pooled in my nose and eyes before cascading down my head and slapping the floor below with wet splashes. I could feel my neck was bulge out from the intrusion of the enormous dildo when Sage placed her hands around it and squeezed. She was absolutely following through on her description of what she told me she was going to do. I was being used as just a basic hole for her to plow her mighty phallus into. She showed no regard for me, and only seemed intent on continuing the assault until she tired.

I could feel my throat sore from the abusive thrusting it was taking, but I didn't feel put off by it as I knew it was pleasing my Mistress to behave so well. After a while though I could sense she was tiring, as she began to slow down with her strokes and hold the lengthy log in the depths of my throat for longer. For my part, I just allowed her to use me as she pleased; my mouth was a hole for her to have her way with. 

Finally, she ended her assault of my throat, and pulled the now slippery snake of a cock from my face, and let it hang down in front of me while I did my best to re-capture my breath. My face was a wreck with the spit and mucus from the brutal bashing covering most of my eyes and nose. I looked as if I had just dunked my head into a vat of clear slime. Sage reached down to pick something up, and then handed it to me. 

"Here use this to wipe up your face slut."

Still lying on my desk with my head dangling upside down, I took the piece of material she handed to me, and began to wipe away the sticky mess on my face. Once I was satisfied that I did a good enough job, I realized that the piece of fabric in my hands was the wrinkled dress I was wearing just moments ago. Now another item of clothing I had worn that day, had become saturated with a liquid. With my face now cleared I watched and waited for Sage's next command. She was breathing deeply from the amount of exertion she had just put out, but seemed content in just remaining quiet for the time being. I didn't dare move, even though I was certainly feeling the effects of all the blood pooling in my head. After a few moments, she finally began to unharness herself from the strap-on, and also began to instruct me of what I was to do for the remainder of the day.

"Well slut that was quite the workout, and I had a blast. I'm sure you didn't mind being used as a fuck hole considering most sluts live for such an experience. As for what is in store now, it looks like you dirtied another article of clothing and won't be able to wear it anymore. That's a shame considering I didn't bring any other change of clothes for you, and that was the emergency backup dress. I guess you will just have to hang out here until it is more appropriate for you to leave naked and get home. Of course I'm sure you have some college work to catch up on in the meantime. For now, what I want you to do is to go into your filing cabinet and pull out the folder that has those extremely naughty pictures of you it. You will go through them until you find one in which your identity isn't completely visible, but you are in a very naked and compromised position. After picking out an appropriate picture, you will then put it into this envelope, and address it to a random local business you find online. I will then take the envelope with me, and drop it off to be mailed. While you are completing this task, I will be getting myself ready to go, so do not make me wait around for you to finish. Is this clear slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

Sage just smiled and handed me the large document envelope. I took ahold of it and walked over to my filing cabinet. The file was easy to locate as I had moved it nearer the front of the drawer, and it was the only file that contained pictures. As I went through the collection of erotic pictures, I was again reminded of all the insanely naughty tasks I have done for my Mistress, and have let her do to me. I decided on a picture in which my face was covered with a blindfold, but I was otherwise completely naked. It was taken at my house, and I was kneeling on the floor of my living room with my hands clasped behind my head, and my mouth completely held wide open. I remembered that at the time of the picture, Sage had just begun to work with me on my deep throating skills, so I felt it was obviously the most applicable picture to choose considering the event that just unfolded minutes prior. With my selection, I slipped it into the envelope before returning to my desk to get online. A quick search of local businesses and I settled on a barber shop near the edge of town. I figured if anyone would appreciate a picture like this, it would be a barber shop. Hell, I even imagined them hanging it up for all to see.

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After writing down the address on the envelope, I handed it over to Sage. She was standing in front of my desk waiting for me to finish, and when I gave her the envelope she just smiled and thanked me. As was her habit, Sage didn't say anything else as she simply just turned and walked away. I sat naked at my desk as she left me to be alone at college without any clothing. 

As I sat there, I took a moment to evaluate my situation. I was naked at college after hours. I could get home, but would have to wait for a more discrete time to journey out of the safety of my classroom in the nude to my car. The best time to do so I figured would be any time after 6 p.m., as it would certainly be dark out, and the staff including custodians would most likely all have left as well. It would be the least risky for me to scamper about the college naked. My already damp pussy, swelled with just the thought of so much time at college completely naked. 

I decided to get caught up on some grading as I waited for the time to pass. It felt weird working on college work in my classroom while completely naked. I had been naked in my room many times, all thanks to Sage, but usually it was in the sense of something sexual. I hadn't really had to do much in the way of professional work while nude, and it felt a bit strange while also liberating. Losing myself in the feeling and the work, I was somewhat startled when my phone chimed and I was brought back to what was actually going on. Refocusing myself, I read the message from Sage.

"Hello Slut; your picture has been sent off to the barber shop, I hope you are getting plenty of work done and are being a good little slut. Call me when you get home."

I half expected her message to contain a naughty task for me, or least indicate that I was allowed to play with myself. Unfortunately, it did not, and I had to do my best to refocus on my work while trying to push away the erotic thoughts of my servitude to Sage. Thankfully, I did have quite a bit of work to get caught up on, and it served as an excellent distraction to my predicament; except of course for the fact that I was naked and would often be reminded of it when my usually unexposed body parts would come into contact with a surface or feel the breeze of the air conditioner.

After hours of dutiful work, it was half past six, and I felt not only caught up with my work, but also a bit ahead with my lesson planning. Feeling good about my hard work, and happy to know it was a good time sneak out of college in the buff, I decided to call it a night. Powering down my computer, I grabbed my phone and keys before making my exit. I gingerly peered out of my door into the hall, and when I did not see or hear anyone about, I stepped out and began my nerve racking walk to my car. As I made way down the hall, I was startled when I heard some movement and hushed talking ahead of me. At first I pondered running back to my room, but my curiosity got the better of me as the sounds I was hearing reminded me of something intriguing and less scary. 

I slowly crept closer to where the sounds were coming from; just ahead of me in one of the classrooms. The closer I got the more I could make out the sounds. They became more clearly moans and grunts, with the occasional gruff talking. Whatever was going on, it certainly didn't seem as if it was appropriate for college; and this was coming from a woman currently walking through the college nude at the command of her high college student Mistress. The sounds I heard were coming from Miss Bell's room, and as I stood just outside of the door I could clearly hear a woman moaning.

Out nothing but pure curiosity, I reached to try the door handle. To my surprise it was unlocked, so I slowly twisted it to open the door. I cracked the door just enough to peer inside the room to confirm my suspicions as to what was going on inside. What I saw was frankly more than I expected. Bent over her desk was Miss Bell, and she was completely nude just as I was while I peeked in on her. The cause of her moans was the large black man that was behind her thrusting his massive erection into her. At first I thought she may be in trouble, but then I heard them begin to talk back and forth while they continued to fuck.

"Does my little black cock slut, like getting her ass stuffed in her classroom?'

"Yes Daddy, I love it when you pound my ass with your huge black cock. Especially when you do it in my class."

"Are you just a slut for black cock? Willing to take any black cock that comes your way."

"Yes Daddy, I am just a black cock slut; it doesn't matter who, just as long as they have a black cock."

"Are you going to suck your ass off my cock, before I shoot my fat load all over you dumb white slut face?"

"Of course I'll suck your dick clean of my ass Daddy. I'll do anything for black cock."

Their conversation stopped, but the intense passionate fucking did not. I was shocked by what I heard, and who I heard it coming from. Miss Bell was the sweet redheaded teacher, who had recently been divorced and seemed tamer than a church mouse to me. However, from what I had witnessed, my assumptions were way off. Even though I wanted to stay to watch and listen some more, I knew that I was in no state to be lingering. I reluctantly pulled myself away from the extremely erotic scene, and continued making my way towards my car. As I walked, I knew I would be informing Sage, and I also wondered if I would be able to look at Miss Bell the same after how I just saw her. I could only wish I was allowed to masturbate, because I think I might have just at that moment. 

A bit flustered, and a lot horny, I finally reached my car in the cover of darkness and quickly made my way back home. Once I arrived home, I called my Mistress Sage, and told her everything about my afternoon naked at college. She said she was intrigued by the news, and would be contemplating how she may proceed with the enticing information. As for me, she allowed me to play with myself before I slept, and indicated I meet her at college as per usual the next day. I spent the rest of my night envisioning the brief moment of unadulterated eroticism I witnessed which led to a very sleepless night and a very wanting orgasm. When I finally did drift off to sleep, I wondered if Sage may indeed pursue anything with Miss Bell and her unknown black acquaintance. 

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After the coincidental witnessing of a fellow teacher getting a good ass fucking from an unknown black man a few weeks ago, the vivid image would not leave my memory bank. As it seemed, could Sage get the thought out of her head as she would consistently bring it up during our many meetings together since. I got the sense that she was trying to figure a way in which either she could get me and Miss Bell together, or have me be used in a similar fashion by a black man. To be honest, either scenario did a great job of getting me absolutely horny when thinking about them. However, for now it was all just fantasy, and I was very much still getting more than I could handle from Sage.

Over the last few weeks, our relationship had continued as it had; with me serving her in any manner she felt fit. I spent much of my time nude and in her service; getting fucked and used. More and more she was getting riskier with her tasks for me at college, and with each one I continued down my path of submission. She made sure to keep things fresh and never routine. Sometimes I was to be her puppy slut, and at other times she added back in piss play. The only constant was that I was hers to do with as she pleased. However, with the new knowledge of Miss Bell in her mind it became more and more evident that she was scheming something that involved her. 

Often times when she would be fucking me with a strap on, it would be black and she would ask me if I felt like Miss Bell getting pounded by a thick black cock. I of course would moan back indicating that I did, and the image of Miss Bell bent over her desk would flood back to the forefront of my mind. Other times, she would ask me if I thought Miss Bell would like getting her pussy licked, often when I was licking hers. All of her questions and suggestions about Miss Bell only made me begin to desire something to happen, or for Sage to set some in motion with the other teacher. I wasn't sure how or when she would, but I did know she was planning something.

It was on a Friday morning, just after Sage had finished fucking my ass with a huge strap on, that she finally initiated what would be step one of a plan for me and Miss Bell. I was getting dressed in a very minimal sundress she had provided me for the college day, when she almost nonchalantly indicated to me that I was to ask Miss Bell out for drinks that night. The order caught me somewhat off guard, and I asked her what I should give as for a reason for inviting her out to drinks. Sage told me I could manage to figure something out, but that I was to do my best to make sure Miss Bell accepted my invitation. I nodded my understanding, and upon receiving it, Sage exited my room. 

Miss Bell, Addison, and I were friendly. We talked occasionally whenever we would pass in the halls or see each other in lounge. I wouldn't say we were close, as we never talked outside of college, but we were certainly friendly. This of course meant it would be a bit strange for me to ask her out of the blue to meet up for drinks. I would have to give her some reason as to why, and hope she would take the bait. The best way I decided was to actively seek her out throughout the day, and initiate conversation all while dropping hints about going out. I started right away by heading over to her classroom before first period was to start. I figured I would come up with a simple excuse like needed paper or something to validate my impromptu popping in of her room. From there I would begin the subtle laying of hints for needing to get drinks after college. As I approached her class, I took a moment to collect my thoughts outside of her door before going in. 

"Good morning Addison, I was hoping you could help me out. Oh don't you look very sexy today?"

Miss Bell was wearing a very pretty wrap around dress, green in color that accented her red hair. She was also wearing a pair of matching green heels to compliment the dress. She was facing away from me when I entered, writing on her white board, so I got a good view of her rear end which looked nearly perfect and if I was not mistaken very much panty line free. When I greeted her she turned to respond. 

"Oh hey, thank you; a girl can try right? What can a help you with?"

"I just realized I am out of paper, and I need to print some things out for my first period class. I was hoping you may have some I could use."

"Of course, let me get it for you."

I watched as she moved over to her desk and retrieved the paper. While she was doing so I started the small chat in which I hoped would lay the groundwork for her accepting my offer to get drinks later.

"It has just been that kind of week I guess. You know the kind that when it is over you could use a good stiff drink or two?"

"Don't I know it? I feel like most weeks are a stiff drink kind of week. The life of a teacher, am I right?"

"Yeah I guess so, but I think this week may be deserving more than any other. Anyway, thank you for the paper; I must get those documents printed. See you later Miss Bell."

"No problem and just remember it is Friday. You have the whole weekend to recover from the week."

I laughed a friendly laughed and waved as I exited her room. The interaction was casual, but was all part of my plan. If I was going to get her out for drinks, I would have to play it just right. Back in my own room, I set the paper I borrowed from Miss Bell on my desk, and then got things ready for class. The bell rang and I was soon wrapped up in teaching to worry too much about Miss Bell or Sage. However, once I was able to get my students started on their assignment, I retreated to my desk and initiated the next step in my plan. I pulled open the college email program on my computer and set to sending Addison an email thanking her again for her kindness earlier. What I sent off went as follows:

"Hey, I just wanted to thank you again for lending me that paper this morning; you really saved my butt. It really has been quite the demanding week, but like you said TGIF. TGIF? Hey doesn't that place have a bar? There's a thought. Anyways, thanks again. If you ever need anything in return, I would happily oblige."

Again, I was hoping for the subtleness of it to have the impact of getting her to start thinking about drinks after a long day at college. It was a slow build up, but one I felt would be very effective. 

Between second and third periods, I made my way to the teacher's lounge, knowing I would have to pass by Miss Bell's room to do so. I wanted to add water to the seed I planted in her head about getting drinks, and I figured a quick fly by comment or conversation would do just that. She was standing by her door greeting her students as they came into class when I approached her.

"There is my morning savior. Again, I must thank you."

"No problem, I know how it is sometimes. Some days things get crazy."

"Yeah, but like you said, at least it is Friday. Not for nothing, I am really thinking about treating myself to some drinks after college. If you're interested, I could always use some company." 

"Oh I don't know, it does sound fun. I will have to see how the rest of my day goes."

"Okay, no big deal; I'll check back with you later then."

I proceeded to the lounge after my brief conversation with Miss Bell, and felt pretty confident that she would be joining me for drinks after college; Sage will be proud of me. Speaking of which, my next classes went off without a hitch, and soon it was time for Sage's class. After only moments into the class she texted me to ask about Miss Bell. I indicated that I believed things seemed likely for her joining me for drinks. Sage seemed pleased to hear so, and then transitioned into more intimate texting.

"I want you to slip your arms out of the shoulder straps of your dress right now slut. It shouldn't slip down as you are sitting and it is tight enough on top."

"Yes Mistress."

Considering my mind had been on Miss Bell most of the morning, I hadn't taken the appropriate time to mentally prepare for Sage's possible lunchtime activities. I glanced around the room at my engaged and working students before I slowly began to slip my arms out of the thin straps of the dress. It felt so daring to be doing so during college, and I wondered how much further she would have me go before the period ended. She was right of course about the dress no slipping down. Because I was sitting and the top portion of the dress was tighter, it didn't fall down. However, I figured it was just preparation to allow for it to come off quicker and easier. I remained in my seat behind my desk, just waiting for the next set of instructions. Ten minutes later, my phone lit up, and I no longer had to wait.

"Okay slut, class is nearly done so why don't you go ahead and pull your dress down some? Pull it just to the edge of your nipples; really show off what little cleavage you have."

"Yes Mistress."

Tentatively, I tugged down on my dress to reveal more of my chest. I don't have large breasts, but with my dress pulled down so low, I was threatening to spill out of it. I was living dangerously, but none of my students other than Sage seemed to take notice. My only hope was that with only ten minutes left in class, Sage would not have me proceed to take it any lower until after the dismissal bell. However, with just a minute left in class, and all my students packed up and ready to go, Sage texted me once more.

"When the bell rings you are to stand up, but your dress will 'accidentally' get pulled down. If you don't make a big scene, I'm sure no one will notice your tits flopping out."

I didn't respond, but instead looked to Sage who of course was not even paying attention to me. Pulling my dress down while my class was still present, even if they would be leaving, was a very risky play. However, I knew it wouldn't be so risky that I wouldn't do it and upset my Mistress. I quickly prepared myself for the accident by bunch up a length of the dress under the heels of my shoes. That way when I would go to stand the dress would only go with me so far, and then be restricted and pulled down. Because I was rushed to get prepared before the bell rang, I wasn't able to figure a good amount to tuck under my heels. I had to just guess at an appropriate amount. 

The bell rang, and as it finished I began to stand just like my students. Just as I planned I was only able to stand up so far before the dress became taut with resistance. I was only halfway standing when the slack of my dress was pulled tight, and I knew standing all the way up would lead to becoming exposed. This of course was Sage's order, so I continued to stand straight and the dress pulled down my body exposing my chest in a flash. What I wasn't prepared for though was that my dress continued to get pulled down and over my ass which meant once I was standing upright the dress had no other option but to fall to the floor. In an instant I was standing naked in my classroom. I of course recoiled at the exposure, and sunk back down to cover myself. A few of my students noticed my predicament, but because it happened so fast, they didn't seem to know what to do or say. They just stood staring blankly at me for a moment. 

One of them broke the silence by asking if I was okay, and I meekly replied that I was fine and that it seemed my dress got snagged. They seemed to buy it, but didn't make a move to leave so I indicated that it would be best if they left so I could correct mishap. This urging kicked their minds in gear, and they each apologized before leaving me to attend to myself in the room. Once alone, I instinctively reached to pull on my dress, but then stopped as I realized Sage never mentioned that I was to redress. So, I sat back and waited to see if Sage would return. Fortunately, it wasn't more than two minutes later that Sage came back into my room. 

"Very well done slut; it looked like a total accident that you got completely nude in class. I'm sure that nobody will believe the students who saw you, but that won't keep them from telling everyone. Now come over here and stand by your door."

I quickly rose to my feet and scampered over to Sage to stand where indicated. She turned me so I was facing my door, and then began to slip her fingers into my nearly always aroused pussy. She started with one finger at first while she asked me questions. 

"So, do you really think Miss Bell wants to join you for drinks?"

"Yes Mistress, I think she does, but she may need a bit more convincing."

"If she goes out with you, do you think you can get her to talk about her black fuck partner?"

She inserted a second finger as I began to respond, "Ungh, I might be able to Mistress. Do you want me too?"

"Yes, I think that would be great if she opened up to you. If it helps, I want you to be open and honest with her as well. You can explain how you have been naughty at college too. Just maybe leave out the bit about me being a student. What do you think slut? Can you do that?"

"Yes Mistress."

As she asked her next question, she also slipped in another finger into my dripping box. "Well you tell her about how you love being naked at college?"

"Yes Mistress."

"How about how you just love perform naughty tasks for your mistress at college?"

"Yes Mistress, I'll tell her that."

"Tell who slut?"

"I'll tell Miss Bell how I love performing naughty tasks for you at college Mistress."

Another finger and another question. "What if Miss Bell asks what type of tasks you perform, what will you tell her then?"

Almost in a pant I reply, "I'll tell Miss Bell how I enjoy going down on you in my classroom."

"That's good slut. What if she then becomes interested to the point that she wants you to go down on her, would you do that slut?"

"Oh yes Mistress."

Pumping her hand faster she asks, "So you want to go down on Miss Bell and taste her little pussy?"

"Yes Mistress, oh god yes."

Without warning Sage pulled her hand away from my sex, and left me quivering on the verge of an orgasm. She then moved over to my desk and picked up my dress before speaking to me again.

"Well slut, I hope for your sake Miss Bell does agree to go out with you tonight, and that it leads to more, because that will be the only way you get to orgasm this weekend. Go ahead and get redressed, and make sure to text me once you know for sure if she is in or out. I am going to go home and won't be back for any aftercollege fun. Hopefully, you will get your fill with Miss Bell."

Sage left while I pulled my dress back on, and I already had my gears churning as to how to make sure Miss Bell came out with me. Looking to the clock, I saw that there was still ten minutes left for lunch so I decided to head back to the teacher's lounge to hopefully bump into Miss Bell again. I wanted it to be a fly by meeting, and not look as if I was pestering her. Popping into the lounge, I scanned the room but did not see her sitting and eating with any of the other teachers. I decided to freshen myself up in the ladies room, and just so happened to nearly run into Miss Bell as she was coming out. We both laughed at our almost crash, and then exchanged pleasantries as we passed. I quickly used the facilities and washed up some before leaving to head back to my room. On my way back I passed Miss Bell once again in the hall, and she surprised me with the conversation she started up.

"Hey Ms. Watts, I have been thinking about your suggestion earlier, and was wondering if it was still on the table?"

"Oh you mean about drinks. Yeah, I'm always up for some good company while out. So does that mean you are in?"

"Yes, I'm in. I just had to clear my schedule is all, but I think it would be fun. Where do you want to meet?"

"How about we meet at that new wine bar on main, at let's say 7?"

"Okay that sounds perfect, I will see you there."

"Great, I'll be looking forward to it. See you later."

Ending our conversation, I hurried back to my room to text Sage the good news. As I typed my message, I could feel my damp pussy become even slicker from the mere idea of going out with Miss Bell. Sage replied promptly telling me that was great news, and that she would call me later with further instructions. She also stated that I was to go straight home after college. I was as giddy as a collegegirl with the wonderful thoughts and ideas of what the night held flowing through my head. I only wished I could make the clock move faster so I wouldn't have to wait so long.

My last classes of the day seemed to drag by as things often do when you are eagerly waiting to do something else. I kept checking the clock as if it would just miraculously start spinning faster and I could at least end my college day. It was almost more than I could bear, having to wait so long for my day to be done. Thankfully, the final dismissal bell rang out, and I was at long last able to at least take my waiting to the comforts of my own home; where at which I could be naked and think about the endless possibilities of my night. When I did arrive home, I wasted no time stripping off the sundress I was wearing, and was very soon nude in my bedroom. It was at that point in which I realized I still had quite a bit of a wait on my hands. Delightedly however, Sage called me just after my arrival and had some interesting instructions for me and my evening.

"I assume you're home now slut."

"Yes Mistress, I am home."

"Good, because you have just about five hours until your evening out with Miss Bell, and I want you to get yourself put together just right. The first thing you are to do is order in some food so that you won't have to worry about eating while out. Of course you will receive the food from the delivery person while naked. Once you have finished eating, you are to take a nice hot shower; making sure to shave all hair from the neck down. You will then prepare your ass for the night. I want you to insert your pink plug once you are out of the shower; it will be a constant reminder of what a submissive slut you are while you are out with a colleague. As for what I want you to wear, it will be a dress. In fact it will be a very nice dress, and very sexy. In your closet you have a pink fit and flare dress that I bought for you awhile back; I think it would be perfect for tonight. You will pair the dress with a pair of your black stiletto heels, the higher the better. Of course I do not want you wearing any kind of underwear at all tonight so your wardrobe will be just the dress and heels. Also, you will only bring a small black clutch with you to hold your I.D., credit card, and phone. You will not need your keys, as you will request an UBER car to and from the bar. As for makeup, just do a simple job; nothing too whorish. Is this all understood my slut?"

[hirarandi]

"Yes Mistress."

"Excellent, for tonight it your task to see if can get your mouth on Miss Bell's pussy. I want you looking as irresistible as possible. Remember, I expect you to bring up her fuck session with the black guy, and to be forthright with info about your naughtiness as well. If Miss Bell is the type of woman I expect her to be, you should have no problem getting her to allow you to munch her cookie. Who knows, it may even escalate to even further debauchery. Of course, I expect you to let me know how your night goes as soon as you can. Am I clear slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I know you will do me proud slut. I will be expecting your texts later. Take your time to properly prepare slut. Later."

"Bye Mistress."

If I wasn't already teetering on the edge of downright ravenous arousal, I was after that phone conversation with my Mistress. She made it abundantly clear that she expected me to hook up with Miss Bell, and to be honest I was hoping for myself that I would be able to make that happen. Figuring I better focus on getting ready as Sage had detailed, or I would risk the chance of just playing with myself for the entire evening, I dialed up a local pizza shop to order delivery. I was told it would be about thirty minutes, so I decided to lay out what I was to wear while I waited. The dress instructed I wear, was in fact a very pretty and sexual dress. It had a fitted top, and a flared out skirt portion. The top portion had a high neckline in a halter style, but was backless. As for the lower half, it certainly was a flared skirt, and quite short at that. Just standing in it I would have to be careful what would be showing. Also, the fact that it was a rich pink color would be sure to get the attention of others.

I chose a pair of ankle strap leather heels, with a 5 inch high heel. They would pair perfectly with the small leather clutch I was to bring, and accent the rich pink of the dress. Without a doubt I would looked dolled up, especially as I was planning on a natural look for my makeup, with just a pop of color on my lips. I had a luscious pink colored lipstick that would be just perfect. 

Just as I was laying out the last item of my outfit, the pink butt plug, my doorbell rang. My pizza had arrived, so I quickly walked over to answer the door. Even though I was naked, I was too excited about the possibilities the night held for me to be nervous about showing off to a delivery boy. He on the other hand, was shocked beyond belief when I casually opened the door to accept the pizza from him in my birthday suit. Thankfully, I knew a twenty would cover the food, and give him a good tip, so I didn't have to make him speak. That would have required him picking his jaw up off the floor. I thanked him after handing him the cash, and then closed the door to eat. I'm sure the sound of the door shutting finally knocked him out of his daze and he was able to return to work, just with a little more rigidity than before. 

I forced myself to take my time to eat, and managed to have three slices before I box up the rest to put into my fridge for leftovers. Satisfied that I had eaten, I went into my bathroom to start the shower, and began to gather up some supplies. This shower was going to be somewhat of an event, as I wanted to make sure I was clean as possible, and smelt wonderfully. I pulled out my fancy soaps, and made sure to put on a new razor blade to get the closest shave I could. All in all, I spent about forty five minutes under the wonderful hot streams of the shower, as I pampered myself. Quickly drying with a towel, I took extra time and care to apply very fragrant lotion onto every square inch of my body. I wanted my skin to feel as smooth as silk, and smell as good as a new spring day. Once I was satisfied, I walked naked into my bedroom, and began the process of inserted the rubber pug into my ass. It was medium sized plug, and I had to use a good amount of lube to allow it to easily slide home. Once it was in, I felt insatiably horny, and my pussy threatened to gush its arousal onto my thighs. I looked to the clock and saw that I still had a couple of hours until my night would begin, so I decided to remain nude while I fixed up the little bit of hair I had, and applied my makeup. 

When I finished, looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a stunning college babe that was ready to take on the world. I was very impressed with just how sexual I looked, not even considering the fact that I was naked. I just felt I gave of the aura of sexuality, and I hoped I was right as I wanted that to be how Miss Bell perceived me as well. Skipping over to my bed I picked up the dress and slipped it on. It fit me just like it should, and because it was backless and very short, a lot of my smooth skin was on display. Next, I strapped on the sexy heels before checking myself out in the mirror again. What stood looking back at me, was a vixen of a sex cat. I twirled around to look at myself at all sides, and was happy when the flare of my dress rose up to expose my shaved slit. Feeling even naughtier, I turned to face away from the mirror, and then bent at the waist. What I could see in the mirror was the skirt of my dress would rise up and clearly expose my wet pussy, and plugged up ass. The night was unquestionably going to be a fun one. 

I took the remainder of my time to put together the things I was to take with me in the clutch, and also requested an UBER car to come and pick me up. As I waited for my ride, I was nervously bouncing around my house like a giddy college girl on prom night. Finally, after my long wait, and comprehensive preparation it was time to leave. I strolled out of my house with all the confidence of the world, and knew immediately that my driver was out of his mind checking me out. Getting into the back seat I greeted him hello, and he drove off to the destination. I could see him constantly adjust his mirror to better look at me, and I just smiled as I pretended not to notice. When we arrived after the short trip, he surprised me by getting out and opening my door. I knew what he hoped to see, so I didn't disappoint, and may have even surprised him back when I got out of the car making sure to spread my legs open giving him an unobstructed view up my dress. His eyes bugged out, and when he tried to speak after I thanked him for the ride, he could do nothing else but stammer like a blubbering buffoon. 

Walking into the wine bar, the few people near the door took notice of me right away, but as this was a classier place, they soon went back to whatever they had been doing before. I was a little early, so I decided to cozy up to a spot at the bar to wait for Miss Bell. A server came up to me and handed me a wine list once I settled in, and I ordered a reasonably priced red to drink while I waited. When my drink arrived, I began to scan the room and take note of who was around. I did not recognize anyone, and I was hopeful that would stay the case as the night went on. I didn't want the chance of being interrupted during my time with Miss Bell to impact the plan to get frisky with her. If that was to happen, I felt my best chance would be if we were able to enjoy ourselves, and have a few drinks without distractions. 

I was halfway done with my first glass of wine when Miss Bell arrived just after seven. She quickly spotted me at the bar, and came over to greet me. I watched as she walked over towards me, and was thrilled to see that she too decided to get dolled up. She was wearing a simple red, bodycon style tank dress that only came down to her upper thighs. A lot of her skin was on display, and from how form fitting her dress was, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her heels almost matched the ones I was wearing, except they were more a sandal style. If I hadn't already been into the idea of hooking up with her, I would have from the way she was dressed. 

Hopping off my stool, I greeted her with a hug, and commented on how gorgeous she looked. She thanked me, and replied with a similar compliment on my appearance. We both took up seats on the bar stools, and she was quickly looking over the wine list to get her drink. When she could make up her mind, she decided to just have whatever I was having, at which I told her that she would need to catch up as I was almost done with my first. We both laughed, and she stated that it shouldn't be an issue after the day she had. This piqued my interest, so I asked about it just ask the server brought over her wine.

"Everything seemed fine earlier; did something happen after I last spoke to you?"

"Oh nothing really, just the usual teacher headaches; nothing I haven't dealt with before. It just that since you mentioned getting drinks, I felt like I was just noticing every little thing. I guess I just wanted a chance to cut loose with you."

"I see Miss Bell wanted to have a little fun tonight. Is that why you got dressed up all sexy like?"

"Sometimes a girl just needs to show off am I right? You look like you know what I am talking about, you are practically sex personified the way you are dressed. I love it."

Why thank you. I am glad you approve. To be honest I was a little nervous about what you would think. I'm glad to see that you are digging it."

Our casual conversation continued over another glass of wine. We talked shop, and about the students we hated, and the ones we adored. (I may have dropped Sage's name as one of my "favorite" students.) Basically we were just gossiping and drinking; it was quite liberating to so. When we got our third glass of the night, I noticed a small booth in the corner open up, and I suggested we snatch it up. It was kind of tucked away from everyone else, and had the feeling of being more private. Addison agreed, and we made our way over to it. Once we sat down, I tried to begin steering the conversation into a more sexual direction.

"So Addison, tell me, how has the single life been treating you? Been with any hot guys lately?"

"I could ask you the same question, but it's been rather surprisingly good. At first, right after my divorce, I was having a rough time, but now I've been let's say enjoying myself."

"Oh, you don't say. Please do go on; give me some juicy details."

"Let's just say my sex life is certainly been very active lately."

"You naughty minx. I love it. Isn't the single life the best?"

"Here, here; to the single lady life."

We cheersed our glasses, and both took a healthy gulp. I caught the attention of a server and gestured that we would like another round even though we still had half a glass each. Addison smiled coyly at me when I did so.

"Are you sure we should have another, after all we need to be able to drive home."

"You said it yourself; you wanted to have fun tonight. There is always UBER to give us a ride, and plus I might also being trying to get you drunk so you will tell me some juicy stories of active sex life."

"I see. Who is the naughty minx now?"

"I guessed we both are. To being naughty minxes."

Again we cheersed, and this time managed to empty our glasses. Just as we did, our new ones arrived. It was at that moment that I also decided it was time to push things even further. I could feel the effects of the three glasses of wine, so I was sure she could as well. It seemed to me the most opportune time to just be straight with her, and she where it led.

"So Addison, I have to come clean with you. Confess if you will."

"Ah, very mysterious, please do continue."

"Well the other day I stayed late at college, and I just so happened to have witnessed a moment of your active sex life."

I watched her face grow worried, as she listened and drew a sip from her glass.

"How so?"

"I was leaving and walking past your room when I heard some noises coming from it. Unsure what it was, I decided to poke my head in to investigate."

Again she took another sip of wine, but said nothing else.

"Let me just say it was very hot, and very arousing what I saw."

"Really? What exactly did you see?"

"Just your sexy little self, having sex with a very handsome black man."

"Oh my god, I can't believe you saw that. I am so embarrassed."

Placing my hand on her knee I replied, "Don't be; like I said it was very arousing. In fact I haven't stopped picturing when I'm alone with myself. You have nothing to be ashamed of; you are a single woman with needs."

She took a longer sip from her glass before she spoke again.

"You haven't told anyone have you?"

"Ha, are you kidding me? Why would I do that? If I told on you, I would have to tell on myself for the same behavior."

This caught her off guard some, as her eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? You mean you done it at college too."

"I've done 'it' and a lot more."

Her mouth gaped open, but she said nothing else. We instead sat in silence for a while, drinking our wine, and trying to figure out what to say. A server came over and asked if we needed anything, and we both ordered another glass. It wasn't until our new drinks arrived that our silence was broken. Miss Bell seemed to want further information about what "a lot more" meant.

"Okay, so it seems we both have our secrets when it comes to our personal lives and the college grounds, and I can deal with that. You don't seem to be appalled what you saw, and from the sound of it, may even be a bit more experience in inappropriate college time behavior. What exactly did you mean when you said you have done a lot more at college?"

It was my turn to be a bit apprehensive, but the glasses of wine helped allow me not to clam up and I was able to respond.

"Well, if I'm being honest, I have a mistress/sub relationship with another woman. She has had me perform a variety tasks both at and away from college."

"Are you a lesbian?"

"I wouldn't classify myself as a lesbian. I certainly enjoy my mistress, but I do also love men as well. You could say that I am open to experiences."

"Okay, I can understand that, but what I would like to hear about is these tasks your mistress has you perform. What are they all about?"

Addison began to smile as she questioned me, and I got the sense that she was indeed intrigued by our conversation and that maybe the effects of the wine were having the effect of loosening her up. I figured I would give her a few general tasks Sage has had me perform to see how she reacted.

"Well, she has had me arrive at college naked on multiple occasions, be panty less and braless while at college, she has made me pleasure her, and has pleasured me at college. Basically, I am hers to do with as she desires. Is that weird?"

"No, not at all. Actually, and this might be the wine talking, but I think it sounds pretty hot. So you do whatever she says?"

"Yes. I get such a thrill out of giving myself over to her. In fact, at college today, everything I was wearing and not wearing for that matter was given to me by my mistress."

"Really? Were you wearing underwear today?"

"No, I wasn't wearing underwear today at college, and I still don't have any on."

"Wow! I don't know what to say."

"Oh I'm sure. I heard what you and your friend were saying to each other the other day. From the sound of it, you are all about being his, how did you say it, 'black cock slut'."

Her face reddened at my disclosure, and I could see she was a bit embarrassed. I didn't want to upset her, so instead I took on the role of asking questions.

"So, if I may ask, are you really what you said? Or was that just the heat of the moment?"

She took a moment and a sip of her wine before responding.

"Both. When I am with him, it is just so passionate, and I lose all sense of myself. It's been like that since we met. He even has had me sign a contract in which it states I am his..."

She trailed off, but I pushed her to continue.

"His what?"

Nervously, and quietly, she replied, "his black cock slut."

Chuckling, I replied, "Well would you look at us, just a couple of submissive teachers that get pleasure out of performing for our dominants. Who would have thought it?"

With both our secret lives out in the open, and quite a bit of social lubricant from the wine, we were able to begin openly talking about our kinky sex lives as submissives, and trade off stories back and forth. In a way, I think it was freeing to both of us to be able to confess our behaviors to someone, and let out our inner thoughts on the things we have done. It was a very cathartic experience. After about twenty minutes we were both tipsy, and open laughing at ourselves while also commending each other on our abilities to serve. It was at this point, that I figured it would be most opportune to ask her over to my place while hinting at something more.

"So this has been great, but I was thinking it could be even for fun if we took this over to my house. That way the wine is cheaper, and we would be able to cut loose even more. What do you say?"

"I think that is a great idea, because I certainly want to hear more of the juicy details you have to share."

"Great, then I'll get us a car, and we can get out of here."

We settled up our tab, and I requested another UBER for the ride home. I had the feeling we were most certainly going to be having more fun.

[hirarandi]

Addison and I were like giddy little college girls as we were riding to my house in the car I called for us. We were in just the right state of inebriation that our guards were down, but would never have been able to safely drive. From the moment we got into the car, I could tell that Miss Bell was up for some fun, and so it was no surprise to me when she leaned over to me in the back seat and whispered a naughty question into my ear.

"Are you really going commando under your dress?"

I replied nonchalantly, "yes."

"Show me," was her response.

Not one to be a poor sport, and always willing to obey a beautiful woman, I turned in my seat to face her and then casually pulled up the hem of my dress to display my smooth pussy. I only gave her a quick glance though before I turned the tables on her. I leaned in to whisper a question of my own.

"Not that I have shown you mine, won't you show me yours?"

She said nothing, but instead turned to face me and did as I had; pulled up her dress. To my delight she too was without panties, and was also tantalizingly shaved smooth. I gave her a big smile after she pushed her dress back down, and she returned it with a devilish grin.

"It looks like we have another thing in common," I stated, "Who would of thought?"

We both giggled at that, and I could see the driver looking back at us trying his hardest to pay attention to both the road and the two sexy women in his back seat. Unfortunately for him however we soon arrived at my house, and we promptly exited the vehicle; thanking him as we both skipped off to my door. I guided Addison in to my kitchen, and immediately offered her another glass of wine. I didn't want her to lose her buzz as I was really hoping for a crazy fun night. She of course happily accepted, and sat at my bar top island while she watched me get the wine and glasses. While I was getting things together, she stopped me to ask about something she had seen on my fridge. 

"Is that you in the picture? The one with the grades."

I looked to my fridge to see what she was referencing, and was startled a bit when I saw the picture in question. It had been there for so long that I had almost forgotten is was there. It was a picture from the start of my servitude with Sage, in which she had graded me on my behavior and performance. The grades were written in black marker on both of my butt cheeks, and in the picture I was on my hands and knees atop my desk posing for the picture. Blushing I replied that it was indeed me.

"So did your mistress take that picture, and was it taken at college?"

"Yes, and yes. It was a few months ago when our relationship was just starting. She graded me on my behavior and performance. The picture is my report card I guess you could say."

Even though we had shared a few stories at the bar, and even showed off a little on the car ride over, her seeing that picture was certainly embarrassing as it was very much exposing of my sexual behavior. Addison however seemed to take it in stride, and even joked with me about it.

"Well it looks like it is something to be proud of; a straight A student."

"Yeah, well I have always been a good student and eager learner," I replied as I handed her a glass of wine.

"Is that so? I wonder what exactly did you have to do to earn such marks."

Figuring there was no reason to lie, I simply responded with the truth.

"Well, to earn my behavior grade, my mistress had me strip down to just my heels during my lunch period while my classroom door was open and then she took my clothes with her when she left. She did return though five minutes before lunch was done to give me my grade and my clothes back."

Addison not seemingly too shocked by my story replied and pushed for more info, "Well that certainly sounds daring. I can only wonder what earned you the A plus for performance."

"For my performance grade, my mistress met me in my room after college let out, had me strip naked, and then eat her out to orgasm in under two minutes. As you can see be the A plus, I did quite well."

With her eyebrows lifting to show a sign of be impressed, Addison continued to direct her questions to learn more about me.

"Oh, I see you are a bit proud of your performance. I wonder if it is indeed worthy of such high marks."

Her statement got me curious so I responded with a leading statement of my own.

"I am certainly proud of my performance, and if you are at all questioning my ability, I would be willing to prove it to you."

Miss Bell took a moment to drink from her glass as she thought over my proposal. I could tell the gears in her head were turning in wonder and curiosity. Eventually, she did respond, and did so in a very authoritative manner; in her teacher voice.

"Okay little miss cocky, if you are willing to be graded on your merits, then I would more than happily test you. Of course, I will expect your utmost attention to my directions, and strict adherence to tasks assigned. Is this understood Miss Watts?"

Taken back a bit by her strict demeanor, I took a moment to collect myself, and also take a swig of wine. As I knew my goal, per Sage's urging, was to get sexual with Miss Bell, I did not expect her to take such a leading role. Maybe she just picked up on my submissive tendencies, and decided she wanted to take control. Whatever the case, I had no problems seeing where it would lead to. So I responded in a very submissive and sultry college girl kind of way.

"Of course Miss Bell; you are the instructor, and I am your willing pupil. Please, tell me how I can earn high marks Miss Bell? I will do anything to prove that I am indeed a good student."

Miss Bell grinned as she listened to me, and then spoke very sternly, "You can start by presenting yourself to your teacher. Take off your dress and let me get a good look at what you have to offer."

"Yes Miss Bell," I replied setting my glass of wine down, and then I pulled the dress I was wearing off. Addison wasn't surprised by my nakedness as I had already told her before that I wasn't wearing panties, but she did seem to appreciate and take note of me being shaved smooth. She had me spin and twist so she could look me all over, but it was when she had me bend over that she got a nice surprise.

"Oh, what do we have here Miss Watts? It looks as though you are plugged; is that what I am seeing?"

A slight blush radiated over my body as I replied, "Yes Miss Bell, I am wearing a butt plug."

"Why do you have a butt plug in Miss Watts?"

"I am wearing a butt plug because my mistress ordered me to wear one tonight while I was out with you. She wanted me to be constantly aroused as I hung out with you."

"I see, so you enjoy the feeling of having your ass filled?"

Even though we had shared so much this evening, I still felt slightly embarrassed answering the question honestly.

"Yes."

"That is good to know Miss Watts. I might just have to see how true that is when it comes time to grade you on your performance, but for now I need to focus on your behavior grade. You have complied very well so far, but to earn a high mark I want to push you a bit further. Does your mistress often have you wear a collar and leash?"

Again, my body blushed with embarrassment, but I replied truthfully, "Yes she does."

"That's what I figured. Do you have a collar and leash here?"

"Yes."

"Very good. If you may, would you be so kind as to retrieve them for me?"

"Right away Miss Bell." 

I scurried off to my bedroom to retrieve the requested items. While I was doing so, I began to wonder what she intended to do with them, and what she meant by pushing me a bit further. It sounded devilishly erotic to me, but I would only find out if I continued to follow her directions. Almost giddily, I returned with the items to find her in the living room waiting for me. She had her glass of wine in her hands, as well as mine. Upon my entering the room she spoke.

"I'll take those while you finish your wine."

Her hand reached out to hand me my glass, and then took ahold of the collar and leash. She watched me intently as I gulped down the remaining wine in my glass, and once I had finished she spoke again. 

"Very good Miss Watts, now let's get your collar and leash on, as I want to take you on a walk."

She proceeded to apply the collar around my neck, and attach the leash to the ring on the collar. Without being asked, I instinctively dropped to my hands and knees as I figured that was how she expected to take me for a walk. She smiled at my positioning, and then began to lead me around the living room with the leash while holding her wine. We stopped after one complete lap around the living room, and were in front of my front door when she began to speak once again.

"So far you have behaved very well Miss Watts, and have taken to my tasks without trouble. However, as I stated earlier, I want to push you further to see just how willing you are to behave and earn a good grade. So with that in mind, let us continue our walk outside, and take a casual stroll through your neighborhood. Do you think you can handle that Miss Watts?"

For whatever reason, I didn't balk at her idea. My submissive side was out in full force and I was willing to allow my co-worker to control me how she felt necessary. The one thing I was thankful for was that it was quite late at night, so my embarrassing nude walk while being led on a leash would most likely go unseen by my neighbors. My response to her question indicated as much.

"Yes Miss Bell, I believe I can. I would love for you to take me on a walk around the neighborhood. I want to earn the best possible behavior grade I can. I guess I am just a teacher's pet in that sense."

My double entendre was not lost on Addison as she smirked at me before reaching out to open the door. She stepped confidently out into the cool night air, and I followed behind her just as confidently. The air felt amazing on my bare skin, and it may have been the alcohol, but I felt a strong euphoric feeling raging through me as she led us down to the sidewalk and began to head away from my house. With each step we took further away, the more aroused I became, and the more I wondered just how long our walk would be. I wasn't concerned, but I was hoping to work on my performance grade sooner rather than later and could only imagine what Addison had planned for that. 

"Isn't it a nice night for a walk? I don't think I do this enough; take late night strolls to enjoy the cool night air. I can only imagine what it is like for you. Maybe I will let my black owner know about it, and that way I might get to experience it."

Addison just sort of rambled on as she led me further and further away from my home. Occasionally she would stop and take a drink from her glass that she carried with her, but mostly she just led us on our around the neighborhood. Eventually though she did stop all together under a street light. She pulled out her phone from the top of her dress, and explained why we had stopped.

"I think this would be a great place to take a few souvenir photos of our night walk. Go ahead pose over there under the light."

I crawled over to the spot she indicated, and then while remaining on my hands and knees, posed for her as she took a picture with her phone and held the leash. 

"Good, now stand up and put your hands on your hips."

Again, I took her direction and assumed the pose as she captured it with her phone. She took a couple more pictures before she grabbed ahold of the leash and began to lead us back towards my house. On our journey back she allowed me to walk normally, but asked me a series of questions to uncover more about my relationship with my mistress. 

"So, have you ever done anything like this for your Mistress," she asked.

"Yes. She has often had me perform outside in the nude," I replied.

"Give me an example of something that was really daring."

"Well, one time she had me walk home from a nearby park wearing only a pair of heels and with my hands cuffed behind me. Oh, and it was early evening when I did that as well."

"Wow that sounds extremely daring. Does she often take pictures of you being submissive like I did earlier?"

"Yes she does. It is actually a regular occurrence when I am with her. She always either taking pictures of me, or recording me submitting to her and doing her bidding."

"Really? Doesn't it scare that she has all of that evidence of you behaving so naughtily? Aren't you afraid she will show it to others?"

"Not really. I trust her to act in my best interest, and I know she enjoys capturing my behavior on camera so that we can both have a digital record my naughtiness to reference from time to time. But, the risk of her showing others, or others finding the images or videos, sometimes is added into the tasks and experiences."

"I see, so do you trust me? I mean I now have very damning pictures of you. How do you know I won't show them off to everyone at college?"

"I don't know that, but I do trust you. I mean you have divulged quite a bit about your sexual proclivities, so I'm sure there may be things out there that would be interesting to others as well."

"That is true, and you are right to trust me. I would never do anything to risk exposing your secret life outside of college; which just so happens to also take place often in college."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, but let's step back a bit. I want to know more about how the risk of others seeing the pictures is added into the tasks your mistress has had you complete. Give me an example."

"Okay, well there was one time in which she dropped me off at a strip mall, and had me perform different tasks at the different stores in the strip. Each task not only included me behaving in some naughty way, but also leaving behind a picture of myself in a compromising situation for someone to find. None of the pictures showed my identity completely, but each had some aspect of my identity visible; my mouth, me posing in front of a landmark, or me posing inside my classroom. Another example would be just recently my mistress had me mail an image of myself naked and kneeling to a local barber shop. The only thing concealing my identity was a blindfold."

"I must say, that is very daring and extremely erotic. Aren't you nervous that others may be able to put it together who you are, or just simply that people you don't know have seen you naked?"

"Maybe I was in the beginning, but now it is no big deal because I know that my mistress gets enjoyment out of it and that is all that matters to me. Plus, I have a blog in which I post similar images and videos along with descriptions of the events all the time. I'm sure many people have now seen me in very compromising positions, but that only adds to the thrill of it all."

"You will certainly have to give me the link to your blog, but that will have to wait since we are back at your house and I need to grade you on your behavior and administer your performance assessment."

We had walked for quite a while, but the whole time we were out, no one noticed us and I had an excellent time. As we reentered my house, Miss Bell removed the leash before handing me her glass to take into the kitchen. Upon my return to the living room she instructed I get atop my coffee table and present myself as I had in my picture on the fridge so she could give me a grade. I took my position, and saw that she had found a large permanent black marker and was ready to give me my mark. Just as Sage had many months earlier, Miss Bell began to write onto my butt cheek. When she finished, she indicated that she had rewarded me with an "A+" in behavior, as I was such a perfect little teacher's pet. Once I was graded on my behavior, she had me get down and began to explain what I would be doing for my performance grade.

"Okay, since you behaved so well I figured I would grade your performance in the same vain as your mistress had. I am going to let you go down on me, and it will be your job to get me off in less than two minutes. I must warn you though; you will be the first woman who has ever gone down on me so it may be a bit weird for me. "

Miss Bell then took a seat on my couch, and bunch up her dress to display her very pretty pussy. Once she was positioned, I dropped back down to my hands and knees, and crawled over to her; speaking once I reached her.

"May I begin Miss Bell?"

Her reply was simple, "You may."

My face dove in, and I began the wonderful yet completely unreal experience of eating out a colleague of mine, that until this night I hadn't ever hung out with outside of college events. None of that matter however, as I wanted to my best work to ensure I received another high mark from her. I was determined to get her off as fast as possible. No trick of the tongue was left out; I was pulling no punches to guarantee she orgasmed in less than two minutes. It didn't matter to me that I was the first woman to taste her sweet lower lips, I knew from experience that none of that matter as long as an experienced tongue was at work. 

To my surprise and delight, not more than thirty seconds after touching my lips to hers, Miss Bell exploded with a powerful climax. Her body shook and quivered with the blissful feelings of her orgasm, and I continued to gingerly lick her until she finally could take no more and had to push my face away. Because of the suddenness of it, I sensed that she had been building it up all night, if not longer. I sat back on my heels and watched as she came down from her euphoric high. She slowly sunk into my couch like a puddle of joy, as I sat smiling from ear to ear with delight for my accomplishment and for knowing that I was able to make her feel so good. 

Her recovery from the orgasm seemed to take longer than the process of achieving it, but once she was finally settled she opened her eyes and smiled back at me. I said nothing, but instead reached out to hand her the marker, and then turned around to present my ass to her for my final grade of the evening. She emphatically wrote out "A+" on my empty cheek before reaching down and sliding a finger into my dripping snatch.

For the rest of the night we spent our time enjoying one another, and experiencing the passion of our new found form of stress relief for teachers. It was a wild night, and one I don't think I would have ever thought possible. If it wasn't for Sage, there would be no way any of the events of the night would have occurred, and for that I am thankful. Sage has opened up my world to endless possibilities and experiences; all of which I am so proud to be able to meet.

Miss Bell stayed until the early hours of the morning, once we were both exhausted. I called her an UBER car to get her home, and even gave her a change of clothes to wear so she didn't feel like she would have to do the walk of shame. When we said our goodbyes, we both expressed that we didn't want the events of the night to change anything between us, and that we didn't want things to get weird. I was hopeful that we would be able to hold true to our wants, as I didn't mind possibly having an encounter very similar in the future. 

Once she left, I dutifully called up Sage to recount the evening to her. She was very happy to hear my story, and was pleased that I was able to uncover more info about Miss Bell and her black lover. She also reminded me to blog about the night, and if I could, add some of the pictures; at least of my grades. I told her I would most certainly do so, but that I would need to sleep first. Sage agreed, and also told me that I would have the remainder of the weekend to myself. She would however expect me at college on Monday at our normal meeting time. Having a free weekend would be nice, but I still felt the urge to serve my Mistress even when she wasn't around so I knew I would be pushing myself to behave accordingly.