Teacher Cynthia’s Submission - Copied

[hirarandi]

I had a very nice weekend on my own, and though I missed Sage it did feel good to not have to be on edge to serve. Of course I did push myself to be naughty on my own; ordering pizza and paying for it naked, going outside into my back yard naked, and playing with my own ass just so I kept it ready. It was Sunday night that was tough. I laid in bed rolling back and forth as I thought about what Monday may bring. Meeting with Sage wasn't the issue however, as I actually was looking forward to it, but it was how things would be with Miss Bell. There was potential for it to be awkward, and I hoped that they would not be. It's just that I have never been with anyone I worked with before, and wasn't really sure how our relationship would be affected. 

When my alarm went off in the morning, I felt as though I got no sleep at all. Somehow I managed to pull myself from my bed, and get cleaned up. Sage had texted the evening before to meet her naked except for heels, so after my shower, I picked out a pair of brown leather, peep toe heels. Even though they weren't my highest heel, I still felt absolutely sexy in them. Happy with my selection, I strutted off to my car to meet with Sage. As I drove, the thought of having Miss Bell with me, and driving just as I was popped in my head. It took all my reserve not to touch myself as I drove.

Arriving at my usual time, I parked and went to wait for Sage. She showed up a few minutes later looking stunning as usual. She had on a flirty white dress, and a pair of cute flats. Also, she I noted that she was without a bag which was unusual as I was naked, and she was the one that was to bring my clothes for the day. I didn't however make any sign of my worry, as I merely waited for her command.

"Good morning my slut, I take it you had a nice weekend to yourself?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Excellent, but I'm also sure you would enjoy having a bit of fun today as well wouldn't you?"

"Yes I would Mistress."

"Great, then follow me slut."

Sage turned and began to walk away, so I quickly skipped forward to follow her. She led the way to the front parking lot, the lot that was more exposed to the street, and over to her car. It was parked under a light so was very much illuminated. Upon reaching her car, Sage popped the trunk and pointed for me to go over to it. When I got to her trunk and opened it, inside I saw two identical duffle bags. I looked to her quizzically as I wasn't sure how to proceed. She simply smiled before speaking.

"We are going to play a game of chance slut. Inside the trunk there are identical two bags. Each bag contains different items, and a different outfit for you to wear. You will pick one of the bags, and depending on which one you choose that will decide what kind of fun we will have. I must inform you though slut, the outfit in one of the bags is not a college appropriate outfit. Now make your choice, and let's get inside to find out how we will begin."

Looking back to the trunk, I analyzed the two bags but there was nothing about them that revealed what they contained. Knowing this I just grabbed the bag on the right, and closed the trunk. Sage smiled and then led us back to the college. Rather than heading to my classroom though, she walked us to the teacher's lounge. Upon entering she grabbed the duffle from my and began to open it on the table in the center of the room; a grin formed on her face once she zipped it open as if she was delighted with the contents. From within, she pulled out a large document envelope and handed it to me before giving instructions.

"Here, go ahead and put this in Miss Bell's mail cubby; I thought it would be a nice present for her after your Friday night together."

I took the envelope, and as I walked over to the wall that had the mail cubbies, I read the note on the front. 

"To say thank you for a wonderful evening, and to show that I do indeed trust you. Your friend, Miss Watts."

I was curious as to what the envelope contained, but assumed from the trust line that it had to be something naughty. Slipping it into the Miss Bell's slot, I turned back to Sage and saw she had pulled out more items from the bag before zipping it closed. On the table was a medium sized metal butt plug with a red jewel at the base, a pair of handcuffs, and blindfold. Once she knew I had seen the items, Sage spoke.

"Grab those, and follow me."

She walked past me, and I hurried to pick up the three items from the table. When I exited the room, again I noticed Sage was not leading the way to my classroom; she was now walking towards the opposite wing of the college. We reached the other end and she led us into one the girls restroom and over to the first stall. Inside she positioned me to bend over the toilet, and grabbed the plug from my hand. Not a word was spoken as she produced a small bottle of lube from the bag, and then proceeded to push the cold metal plug into my ass. Though I couldn't see it, I imagined that the jewel at the base sparkled at Sage once it was lodged in place. Sage then spun me back around and spoke.

"I am going to cuff you and blindfold you now. You are to remain in this blindfolded until the first bell rings. When it rings, you are allowed to remove the blindfold, and you will see how to proceed from there. Is this clear slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

She accepted my understanding of her orders, and proceeded to cuff my wrists together in front of me. I was then pushed to sit on the toilet, before she pulled the blindfold into place on my face. She was silent for a moment, and I thought she may have left, but after a few seconds she spoke up.

"Okay slut, you stay right there, and remember do not move until you hear the bell ring. However, I would recommend keeping your feet up."

I heard her step away and then the stall door close and locked. That was weird as she would have had to use something to pull the lock shut, as the mechanism was on the inside of the stall. I didn't ponder that too long, as my mind was filled with the fear and anxiety of being naked and cuffed in the girls' restroom of my college, and that I was to remain that way until the first bell rang. That of course only meant I was able to remove the blindfold, I still did not know how I was to get uncuffed, dressed, and to my class before the second morning bell that started class would ring five minutes later. All I could do though was think, as I was stuck in that stall for just about another hour. 

As time went by, I began to hear the noise of students arriving and wandering the halls. I remembered to pull my legs up as to not draw any suspicion as to who was inside the locked stall. Soon I began to hear girls coming in and out to use the restroom and gossip; a few times I had to hold my breath as I could hear my stall's door rattle as someone tried pushing it open. Fortunately, the lock was in place, and they would move on to the next available stall. To keep myself from going crazy with worry, I lost myself in the typical teenage conversations that were going on while I waited for the bell to ring. In fact it was the bell that brought me out of my daze of drama filled talk, and I instantly remembered where I was. 

My cuffed hands reached up and pulled the blindfold down off my eyes. Sage had said that once I did it would be clear as to how I was to continue. It was indeed, as the duffel bag she had me choose from her trunk, was hanging from the hook on the back of the stall door. If I had cheated and pulled my blindfold off early, I would not have had to hurry as I did now. I reached for the bag and pulled it to me. Inside I quickly found the key to the cuffs, and got them unfastened from my wrists. I stashed the blindfold and the cuffs back into the bag, and then pulled out what clothing was inside. 

All I found in the way of clothing was a pair of nude colored pumps, and a bright neon pink dress. It was a short dress, and one a typical teacher would not usually wear to teach in. However, it wasn't so out of place that it would lead to disciplinary actions, and considering I had no others options I quickly pulled the dress on, and slipped my feet into the heels. Taking a moment to listen and make sure the coast was clear, I stepped out of the stall. With the duffel in tow, I began making my way to my classroom. As I walked, I felt as though everyone was looking at me. The bright color of the dress certainly drew the eyes, and I felt a little embarrassed to be seen by the students in such a short, bright dress. The length was fine, but knowing I was pantyless, and wearing a butt plug under it only made it seem shorter. 

I arrived just as the second bell was ringing, and was able to unlock my door to allow the lined up class to enter. After the initial fantic start, I was able to get the class started on a group project and then sit at my desk and try to refocus. Eventually, the classes engagement in the project got me to relax and I was able to push the crazy morning task out of my head. In fact things were going really smooth through my first two periods of the day, and I no longer worried about the length of my dress. It was after second period that I had my first interaction with Miss Bell since our Friday night experience. She walked in to say she enjoyed the present I left her in her mail cubby, and that she returned the favor by leaving a present for me in my mail cubby. I smiled and thank her, but I still had no idea what the present I left for her was. However, I was enticed with the idea that she left one for me; I wondered what it could be for most of third period. 

It wasn't until 3rd period came close to an end, that I refocused my mind, and prepared myself for Sage's class the following period. When she arrived, it was business as usual, as she entered without even looking at me. I got her class going on the project just as I had with all the others, and see was soon engaged in working with her group. About half way through the period, I received a text message from her.

"Slut, for lunch I will not be needing your service. You are to go and hang out with Miss Bell, and see about potentially setting up a meeting with her black lover."

Though I was a little disappointed that I would not see Sage at lunch, I was also intrigued with the idea of spending lunch with Miss Bell and maybe finding out how I could meet her black lover, which on Friday I actually found out was her owner. Also, it would give me a chance to stop by my mail cubby and check to see what the present was Miss Bell had left for me. After receiving Sage's text, the rest of the period seemed to slowly creep by, but eventually the dismissal bell did ring. 

True to her word, Sage left me alone for lunch. Once the rest of her class filed out of my room, I followed suit and made my way to the teacher's lounge to check my mail cubby. Just as she said there would be, an item was waiting inside. It was a small manilla envelope, just like the one I had left in her cubby. On the front she had written a quick note; Thank you for the pictures, here is a token of my appreciation. So sage must have filled the envelope with erotic pictures of me for Miss Bell; the thought made my bare pussy moisten. I took a moment to take a peek at what was inside the envelope and was surprised to see a pair of thong panties inside. These must have been the ones she wore to work, as she couldn't possibly had a present like this ready to go. I grinned as I closed the envelope as I knew it would be my way of injecting myself into her lunch break. 

I walked over to Miss Bell's room, and knocked at her door. She opened it a few seconds later, and was beaming with a smile upon seeing me. I told her that I like her return present, and asked if it would be okay if I joined her for lunch. She of course graciously allowed me in, and I noticed made sure to close and lock her classroom door behind me. As I sat down, I decided to just jump right in, and started the conversation with a very naughty and to the point question.

"So, since you gave me a pair of panties, does that mean you are teaching commando?"

She replied cutely, "Yes, I guess it does."

I responded back a bit for demandingly, "Prove it."

She said nothing, but instead reached behind her as she stood, and unhooked the clasp of her pencil skirt. I heard the zipper get push down, and then watched as she shimmied her hips to take it off. In a moment she was standing in front of me bottomless with her bald pussy looking at me. Taking a page from her book, I stood up.

"I must confess, I am also not wearing panties," I said as I began to pull my pink dress up and all the way off. I was now standing before her completely naked. She just smiled before walking to me. Without a word our lips pressed against each other, and we began to passionately make out. Our tongues swirled around, exploring each other mouths, and our hands caressed our bodies. One of her hands slipped down to my ass to grip my cheek, and after a bit of prodding, she realized I was plugged. 

"Naughty teacher," she groaned pulling away for a moment after finding my plug lodged in my ass. I answered back that my mistress made me wear it, before I dove back in for a kiss and grabbed ahold of her ass as well. I was the first to begin fingering, but it wasn't long before we both had our fingers in each other's pussy. We kissed and grinded one another's hands, urging each other for more. It was in a moment of pleasure that I had titled my head back to let out a moan and caught a peek at the clock. Lunch was nearly over, and classes would resume shortly.

In frantic motion I disengaged from her completely, and let her know we had to stop because of the time. I could tell she was saddened by this, but understood me must stop. We both began the process of redressing, and getting ourselves put back together. Once we were happy that we were presentable, we kissed once more before she walked me to her door. Right before she opened it though, I remembered what Sage had instructed me to do, so I stopped her and spoke.

"Hey, so this may sound weird, but so has our quick relationship, so I have to put it out there. Do you think you could introduce me to your black friend, errr, owner. I'm curious what it is like to be with a black guy."

Thankfully Addison just smiles, and replies, "Of course. I will set something up with him. It will be fun, and you will love his cock. I know I do."

I thanked her, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and exited her room just as the bell rang ending lunch. Quickly, I head back to my room to get ready for my next class. I'm that I am flushed with arousal from not only the intense makeout session with Addison, but also the idea of actually meeting and having sex with the mysterious black man that owns her. My classes do a good job of keeping me somewhat focused, but that is all flushed away when I receive another text message from Sage. 

"After college, you are to wait for me behind your desk on your knees. You are to be blindfolded with your hands cuffed behind you. Is this understood slut?"

"Yes Mistress," is my simple reply. 

I am giddy with excitement from the chance to serve my Mistress after college. Even though it will be a risk to wait in such a vulnerable state for her to arrive, I know I am willing to do it, if it means I can serve her. The only downside is that I have to wait for the rest of the period, which had just started, for the end of the college day to come. Unbecoming of a teacher, I decide to ignore my class, and sit sulking behind my desk. My class doesn't seem to notice, and it is with their ignorance that I decide to look at the many naughty pictures on my phone of myself serving Sage. With each swipe of my finger, my pussy gushes and my anticipation increases. I get so lost in my gallery of sluttiness, that I the dismissal bell catches me off guard and I jump a little out of my seat. My students, eager to be done with the college day, happily began filing out of the room and I followed behind to close the door once they left. 

When the door was shut, I hurried over to my desk and retrieved the duffel bag from earlier that morning. It contained the blindfold and handcuffs I needed. I took both items out and placed them on my desktop before peeling of the one article of clothing I was wearing. Looking to my feet, I saw my heels and figured she didn't say anything about keeping them on so to be safe, I took them off as well. I put both the heels and the dress into the duffel before dropping to my knees. Securing one cuff on my right wrist, I placed the blindfold on my face and covered my eyes. Without taking a moment to think about it, I reached my hands behind my back and snapped the other cuff to my left wrist to secure myself. I was now naked and vulnerable in my classroom awaiting the arrival of my Mistress. 

The feeling of being restrained, naked, and blind in my classroom where at any moment someone could walk in is always mind trip. On one hand I am extremely aroused, and desperate to serve my Mistress, but on the other hand I am wracked with fear that someone else will walk in and find me as I am. It is a roller coaster of emotions, and all I can do is kneel and wait as patiently as possible for whatever may happen. It is a long wait, but finally I hear my door open and then close. Because nothing is said, I know it to be Sage. I can hear her rustling things about, but she does not speak. Then, all of a sudden, I am surprised when she forcefully presses the head of a thick rubber cock to my lips. Her hands grip the back of my head and pulls it hard in toward her. As she does, my mouth opens to accommodate the intrusion of the dick, and she speaks.

"Yes, that's it slut. Suck my cock. That's all you are good for, is to be a fuck hole. You had a nice little night out with your new whore of friend, but I am here to show you just what you deserve slut."

Her words spat out of her like venom, as she continue to push the strap-on further into my throat; gagging me. She had already reduced me to a worthless whore, and I loved it. I loved the feeling of letting myself go completely, and just letting Sage use me. The way she spoke to me only added to my arousal, and I was happy to have her abusing me after such a long time weekend in which I hadn't seen her. 

"I want you to take all of my cock you fucking slut. I want to hear you choke on it as I jam it down your throat. You are my slut, and I am going to fuck your mouth like one," Sage spat. 

Here fake cock filled my throat, and finally embedded itself all the way into my face. She held it deep, as my throat desperately convulsed to try and expel the length. My eyes watered under the blindfold, and I felt as though I may pass out, but Sage mercifully pulled away, and began to thrust herself roughing in and out of my mouth and throat. Saliva and spit began to drip and drain out of my mouth splashing onto my chest and the floor below. After about a minute thought, Sage stopped her intense assault on my mouth, and ripped her now slick cock from my head. 

"Stand up slut," she said gruffly as she grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. She then spun me around and bent me over my desk. I felt her guide my cuffed hands to my as she barked out another order, "Spread you ass open whore." I did as told, and instantly felt her pull the jeweled plug from my ass. It resisted, but soon pulled free and left my hole slightly gaped open. I then felt a gob of Sage's spit hit my open hole, and followed quickly by the bulbous head of her fake cock. Her venomous words started again, as she began penetrating my ass. 

[hirarandi]

"God you got such a tight ass for a slut. I thought by now, I would have stretched you open and made you so loose that I would be able to toss quarters into your ass. I guess we will see how you are holding open after today because I am going to fuck so hard you will walk funny. God, you may still be tight slut, but your ass sure is greedy. I already have my whole cock buried in your slutty hole. Do you like taking ten thick inches in your ass slut?"

"No Mistress, I love it," I replied back defiantly. I was loving how rough and demeaning she was being, and I wanted to add fuel to her forceful fire. My reply did just that, as she began to pound my ass even harder, and speak even harsher to me.

"Oh you love it do you slut? Well we will see what you have to say after I'm through with you today. Take my cock you worthless little fuck slut. Let me tear your ass open, and stuff it full of my thick cock. If you love this slut, then next time I will fist your slutty ass, and we will see how much you love that."

Each stroke of her cock, was all the way out and then back in all the way to the hilt. They were not steady methodical strokes either, rather they were forceful and fast. I felt as though she was trying to hammer in a nail in my ass. When she spoke about next time fisting me, I was shocked. Would she really fist me? Would I be able to take her fist in my ass? What would that be like? All of these thoughts rushed through my head as she steadily fucked my ass ragged for the next few minutes. She must have grown tired as she slowed to a stop and pull her thick tool from my battered hole. I felt her push down on my lower back to have me drop back to my knees. I took the cue, and snuck down at which she turned my head so that I could take her cock into my mouth again.

"Clean your slutty ass off my cock," she said as I dutifully did as ordered. I took the entire length in my throat again; this time of my own volition, and then began to greedily suck it clean. When she was satisfied that I had done my duty, she stepped back and left me kneeling on the floor. I listened, and heard her begin packing things away. After a few moments, she returned to me to unlock the handcuffs, and speak.

"This was fun slut, but I need to get home and do some homework. I am taking your your car keys, and phone with me. I want you to run home to get some exercise. After I leave you will remove your blindfold and on your desk you will see the running outfit I have laid out for you. You will run home wearing it and your buttplug. At home, I will have dropped off your car and belongings; you will text me when you get home. Is this understood slut?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied. 

She responded back shortly before leaving, "Good, have a fun run slut."

A few seconds later I heard my classroom door open and shut, and I reached to remove the blindfold. I stood and turned to look at my desk. Atop it was laid out as Sage had said a running outfit. There was my pair of running shoes, a really short pair of pink running shorts, and a white sports bra. It was certainly a running outfit, just a very skimpy one. Considering I really had no other options, I wasn't going to complain. Before I dressed, I reached for the butt plug that was also on my desk, and easily slipped it into my dilated asshole. I then pulled on the tiny shorts, which were a mesh pair of Soffe shorts. When I pulled them on, the bottom curve of my ass cheeks was almost visible. The sports bra was not any better, as it was very small and light. Also, because it was white, and had minimal padding, the faint outlines of my nipples were visible. However, rather than be put off by the revealing nature of the outfit, I was instead aroused at the idea of going for a run in it. Added to that was the fact that I hadn't orgasmed all day, and had certainly had one that was very eventful. 

Slipping on my shoes, I took a deep breath and then proceeded to venture out of my classroom. Of the whole trek home, this first portion would be the most embarassing, as I would have to walk through my college dressed as I was. I would just have to act confident if anyone noticed and raised any questions about my outfit. Fortunately, and quite remarkably, no one saw me and I was soon outside and started on my run. As I ran, I allowed my head to clear and just enjoyed the wonderful feeling of getting a bit of exercise. However it was quite distracting running with a plug in, and also the occasional car horn honk I received from passers by. I knew I had to look quite the sexual site in my get up, but the further I ran the more I allowed myself to drift away and just experience the moment. 

It was long until I reached my house, I only live about three miles away, and I was happy to see that Sage had indeed left my car for me. I ran to it, and saw that she had left my keys, phone, and purse inside. Opening the door, I retrieved them and was about to text Sage I had gotten home when, I noticed that I had a message from Miss Bell. Wondering what it could be about, I opened it.

"Hey I talked to Jerome, my black "Owner," and he wants to meet you tonight. Be at my house around six. See you then."

Oh my god, I never thought it would happen so quickly. I figured Addison would talk with him, and set it up at the earliest on the weekend. Tonight was so soon, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from having my first interracial experience. Now not only did I have to text Sage to indicate I was home, I also had to let her know about the plan. I quickly sent off a text to Sage and awaited her reply. It came back quickly.

"Oh wow, well have fun, and make sure to dress yourself up slutty for him. Oh and take pictures for me."

[hirarandi]

Later on that evening, I relayed how my night went with Jerome and Addison to Sage. Surprisingly she seemed to take the info of me confessing I wanted Jerome to take me as his slut well, and simply said she would talk to Jerome and reflect on it further. At the end of our conversation she informed me to meet her in the morning as I usually did; naked except for heels. Not surprisingly, I slept easily after a very event filled night. 

The next morning I awoke, showered, picked out a pair of sexy heels, and made my way to college. My new morning routine made getting ready so easy. I arrived as typical a few minutes before Sage, but choose as I always did to wait for her by the back entrance. When she appeared from around the corner, she was looking stunning as always. She wore gray t-shirt and a pair of black yoga pants, though the outfit was simple, she looked as sexy as ever. As she stepped before me, she smiled before opening the door and leading us both to my classroom. While we walked I wondered just what Sage had in store for me that morning, but unfortunately as we entered my classroom I found out that she actually didn't have anything fun planned for the morning.

Instead, she pulled out a simple note card and said that she wished for me to complete some challenges for the day. The note card had a list of tasks outlined for me, and as I reviewed them Sage revealed what I was to wear for my day. The outfit I saw in front of me was uncharacteristically college appropriate. She had brought me a pair of blue jeans, a pink blouse top, and a stylish jacket. It was after I read over the challenges that the outfit made more sense. Such an outfit would make some of the challenges a bit more difficult. Sage informed me before leaving that she expected each challenge to be completed by six p.m. getting photographic or video evidence of completion for each sent to her as I completed them. She also stated that she would not be attending college for the day. Though saddened to hear that I would be without my Mistress all day, I nodded my understanding, and with that she left me alone.

There were only four tasks, but each one upped the risk factor of my exposure and getting caught. I was to get a picture of myself bottomless in my class while students present. Wearing jeans made this more difficult than if I was wearing leggings or a skirt. Next, I was to be nude in Miss Bell's room, and as our relationship had taken off as of recent, I figured this would be the easiest task to complete. I was also to get nude in the Teacher's' lounge restroom with the caveat that I was not to be in a stall. Finally, I would need to video myself walking through the college hallways while nude. For that task I could wait until college was out and most of the staff was gone, but would need to do it before six pm as I would need to send the proof of my completion to Sage by then. 

As I dressed in my rather conservative clothing, at least compared to how I had recently been dressing, I realized that the outfit also meant I would have more items to remove and put back on when I was to be nude, which would make getting redressed in a hurry near impossible. Hopefully, I would not have any close calls that would require me to dress in a hurry. Once I was dressed, I had a feeling of not knowing exactly what to do. I was at college so early, but usually Sage would be using me or having perform in some way that would cause the time to pass quicker. Now I had the time to myself and it felt strange. I set up my room for the day's lesson, and I still had plenty of time until students would even begin arriving. 

I decided to text Addison to see when she would be coming in. She responded a few moments later that she would probably be in about thirty minutes from then. I told her great and asked if she could swing by my room to talk when she got here. Her reply was simply of course. The next thirty minutes I kept myself busy by inputting grades and checking emails. When there was a knock at my door, I eagerly hopped up to answer it and let Miss Bell in. 

She greeted with me with a hug, and then asked how my Mistress responded to everything that transpired with Jerome. I told her that all she said was she would talk to him and reflect on it some more before talking to me further about it. Addison replied that she hoped she would decide to allow me to join her and Jerome some more as she had such a blast the night before. I agreed, and then asked her what Jerome said after I left. Apparently, he didn't stay over too much longer after I had left, but did say that he would be over to see Addison again that night. He also stated that she was to buy a new lingerie set for the meeting. I informed her that I knew of the perfect spot to get something really sexy. I even told I would go with her to pick it out, but only if she helped me out with my challenges. 

I took the time to explain everything, and then we spent some time to quickly come up with a game plan on how I could complete the three challenges that involved me being out of my room. Of course the task that involved me being bottomless in class would have to completed on my own, but the others Addison was eager to help. In fact she came up with the wonderful point that she would be able to help look out for anyone else. We planned for me to swing by her room during lunch to take care me being nude in there, and then after college was out we would take on the other two. Addison even said she would do a preliminary walk through the lounge and halls to make sure no one was about. Before we parted we kissed passionately; swirling our tongues in each other's mouths. 

It was hard to part from one another, but we both knew we had to be professional and that there would be more fun to come. The moment I was alone again I began to figure a way I could take a picture of myself without my pants on while class was in session. The best I could come up with would be to wait until my class was focus on their independent work time, and then slowly peel my jeans off behind my desk. Looking at the settings of my phone's camera settings, I made sure the shutter sound was off as well as the flash. With my mind made up, and the plan set, I took up behind my desk and wrote out a rough draft for my secret blog that Sage had me start writing about my sexual adventures. I wanted to make sure I got some of the emotions of my Jerome encounter onto paper before I got too far away from the moment. 

Five minutes before college was about to begin, I had a good summary of the previous night that was just waiting for the appropriate edited pictures to go along with it. As the bell rang and my first period class began to file inside the room, I knew that with all my planning and anticipation, I would be completing the first of my challenges during that period. My students took their seats, and once the tardy bell rang I got them started on the lesson of the day. After about thirty minutes, I had them set on their assignment for the day and was happy to see that they all seemed set on getting it done rather than socializing with one another.

I took an initial stroll through the room to check in on everyone, before returning to my desk. The moment I touched my butt to my chair, my fingers were already at the button of my jeans. My eyes scanned the busily working students in front of me, as my fingers unfastened the button and slowly worked the zipper to my jeans down. While my students continued to work like busy bees, I reached further down and began to remove my heels. With them off and set aside, I went about the tricky part of the task; shimmying the tight pants over my butt and down my legs. 

Patiently I slid the denim bottoms inch by inch further down my legs as I continued to monitor the students in my attempt to make sure no one was paying any attention to me. Thankfully they were all lost in the work, and I was able to slowly continue my stripping. Soon enough the jeans were bundled at my ankles and the last step before being completely bottomless was to slip my feet out of them. Just as I had with the rest of the process, I took my time and after a few moments I had my legs free of the garment. 

I pulled open my desk drawer where I had stashed my cell phone, and retrieved it to capture the proof of my completion of challenge number 1. Sliding my chair to my left a bit I held my arm out to my right and snapped the picture. The way in which I had framed the image not only captured my half-nakedness, but also the clock on the wall that indicated the time therefore confirming my class was in session. Before I went about the meticulous task of putting my jeans back on, I took my time to send the picture to not only Sage, but also to Addison to brag that I had completed the first challenge. Honestly, it felt normal to send a half-naked picture of myself to my coworker, even if the picture was of me half naked in my classroom full of students. 

It wasn't until after I had sent the picture to both of them that I realized what time it was. The period was nearly over, and I still was bottomless. In a state of panic I quickly reached for my discarded pants under my desk. With a bit of a struggle I began to pull them up as quickly as I could while at the same time doing my best to conceal my actions from my class. Just as I had the jeans up to my waist and was fastening the button, the dismissal bell rang out, and I had to wish my students a good day while at the same time I was pulling the zipper up on my pants. Once the last student of my first period left my room, I let out a deep breath of relief as I reached for my heels. I slipped my feet back into them as my second period class began to enter. I had completed one challenge and now had a few more periods before I would be attempting the next one which would thankfully be a little less daring. 

For next classes, I went about the same routine as I had for first period; however I just didn't strip my jeans off for those classes. I did however get a response back from Addison from the picture I sent her. She stated that I was a naughty little slut teacher, and that I was to report to her room at lunch for some punishment. That thought caused my pussy to flood with arousal, and kept me eager as I taught my way through the classes until lunch time.

When the bell for lunch finally rang, I had to almost hold myself in my chair to keep from running out of my room and past my students to Miss Bell's room. Somehow I managed to wait until everyone exited my room before I made my way to Addison's with a spring in my step. As I walked to her room, I could see her waiting for me at her door with a sly grin on her face. Nearing her room, she spoke out to me.

"Miss Watts, I need to speak with you in my room please."

I replied playing along, "Of course, I hope I'm not in trouble."

I gave her a playful smile as I passed her and walked inside her room. She followed me inside, closing and locking the door behind her. Once it was shut, she continued with her role play by speaking to me once again. 

"Miss Watts, you have been a naughty teacher slut. How dare you send me a picture of yourself half-naked in your classroom while students were present? You need to be punished. Take off all your clothes and bring them over to me."

Liking the idea of her role play, I too continued the gag, and replied, "I'm sorry Miss Bell, I just couldn't help myself," as I started to strip myself out of my clothes. Once I had the three items off, I walked them over to Addison and handed them to her along with my phone so she start to record my completion of my second task. She took my clothes, setting them on the table next to the door, and then held my phone up to indicate that she was recording before she continued with her role she had developed. 

"Okay slut, now get down on your hands and knees."

I complied, dropping in an instant in front of her.

"Crawl over to the front of the class slut. If you want to be a naughty slut teacher, I am going to punish you like one."

I crawled over to the spot she told me too, all the while my sex dripped in reaction to the power she was exhibiting. Once I was on my mark, I watched as she walked over to her desk and pulled a ruler from one of the drawers before walking to stand in front of me. She spoke with a stern tone all while she continued to record me.

"Your punishment for being such a naughty little slut teacher is I am going to give you swats on your ass. Hopefully, after this punishment you will learn how to act like a proper teacher. Now lean over and present your ass in the air for me."

Again I complied, dropping my torso to the floor, and pushing my ass into the air in front of Addison. Without warning the first sting of the ruler fell onto my ass. I let out a cry of surprise and pain, of which she only responded by telling me to shut up and take my punishment. She then followed with three more quick smacks onto my upturned ass. With each, I stifled a groan of pain and accepted my "punishment". After the fourth smack cracked onto my reddening cheeks, Addison stated that I had one more swat before my punishment was over.

However she decided to take her time before she gave out that swat. She instead focused on rubbing my ass with the flat ruler, and sliding it between my cheeks and across my sex. I wiggled with pleasure as I felt the rigid edges of the device stroke my privates, but then a flash of white filled my mind. She had landed the final smack centered directly on my asshole and puffed pussy. There was no holding back the yelp that erupted instinctively from deep inside of me. As the world slowly came back to me I heard Addison sweetly speaking to me.

"I'm so sorry if I took it too far, and hurt you. I just thought it would add a little entertainment for your Mistress. Do you hate me?"

Somewhat recovered from the surprise smack, I responded to her worry to reassure her that everything was fine, and that in no way did she overstep herself. In fact, I said, the more I thought about it, I actually enjoyed the discipline she doled out to me. She crouched down to hug me as I remained kneeling, and then handed me my phone. We both laughed and agreed that I had thoroughly completed the second challenge. Helping me stand, she walked with me over to my pile of clothes, and watched as I redressed. When I finished we once again hugged, and also kissed. Just as it was in the morning, it was a passion filled kiss, but also had to be cut short as the end of lunch neared. I exited her room, and told her I would see her after college for her help with the last two challenges. She responded by saying she couldn't wait, but that she also thought it might work out better if I met her in her room after college. I looked at her quizzically, but she didn't let on as to what she was planning. 

Returning to my room, I continued to ponder why she would want me to meet in her room. I could tell she had something planned, and if our lunch time meetup was any indication, it would mean the challenges would include a bit more naughtiness. A smiled formed on my face from the thought, and I was soon lost in pondering the possibilities. The bell ringing pulled me out of my dream state, and brought me back to the reality that I actually had a job to perform. 

The rest of my classes went by just as the morning classes had, though they did seem to drag ever so slowly. By the time the final dismissal bell rang, I was desperate to done with my day, and then remembered I had never sent the video from lunch to Sage. I quickly attached the video to an email and sent it off to her. After doing so, I began to reflect on what lied ahead of me. The nature of my last two challenges made me thankful that the staff at my college wasn't the type that stayed long after college was out, and that our overnight janitor crew didn't work every night; this being one of those nights. Thirty minutes after college was let out, I decided to take a preliminary trip around the college to see who, if anyone looked to staying late before making my way over to Addison's room. I took my phone and keys with me as I figured I wouldn't need to return to my room. 

When I made it to her room, I had assessed that except for a few secretaries most of the staff and faculty was leaving or preparing to leave soon. That bit of info made the idea of my attempt to complete my challenges easier to handle. I knocked on Miss Bell's door, but she did not answer. Finding that curious as I figured she would be expecting me, I tried the door and found it unlocked. Opening her door, I let myself in, and was in for another surprise when she wasn't inside. Glancing around the room for her, I noticed a piece of paper taped to her front white board with my name on it in big black letters. 

I walked over to retrieve the paper and see what it said. On the opposite side was a note from Addison that stated she had to step out for a moment, but that she would be back soon. It continued by stating that I should wait for her to return, and to get myself ready for my challenges she indicated I should go ahead and strip myself naked. Another naughty smile formed on my face, as I read her note and I decided that I might as well go along with her. I would be naked in the halls and teacher's lounge soon enough. 

In an instant I was once again naked in Addison's room, and once I was I realized that I her door was unlocked and anyone could come in and see me. However, because of my preliminary walk around, I knew that the chances of that happening were very slim, but still the thought of it both scared and excited me. Wanting to seem brave and confident when Addison returned, I urged myself to not hide and instead sit at the edge of her desk exposed to the closed door. I would be the first thing she saw upon returning, or the first thing anyone would see if they opened the door. Of course my sex leaked with the thought. 

I actually had to wait quite awhile for her to return, and when she finally did, the sound of her door handle slowly turning open made my whole body tingle with anxiety and arousal. She of course smiled upon seeing me waiting naked for her, but she did not enter into the room. Instead she stood by at the door holding it open just looking at me. I blushed all over, while she silently looked me over. Finally, she spoke to me.

"Okay, grab your phone and keys. Let's get started."

My eyes widened with a bit of fear and confusion at her statement, but I did as she ordered. However, when I reached for my clothes she stopped me.

"No, leave your clothes. You will not need them. Trust me."

Though I wasn't sure how many of our co-workers were still in the building, I did not argue and choose to do just as she said; trust her. I walked over to join her at the doorway at which point we again kissed. She broke the kiss off though and grabbed my keys and phone from me. I watched as she used her keys to lock her classroom up, and then throw both her keys and mine in her purse. Then she pulled some type of fabric out of her bag. Holding it out in front of her, she handed it over to me. I looked it over, and found it to be a thin nylon sex hood which caused me to look at her with confusion.

[hirarandi]

"You said you always wanted to walk the college halls naked, and we are about to that. But I thought it would be even more fun if others could see you do so too. So I thought what better way than to show the video. Of course I don't want to expose your identity, so that is where the hood comes into play; I left to get it after college. You can still be naked, and also let others watch the video without knowing who is doing it. What do you think?"

I thought it over for a moment, and generally like the idea of others seeing me walk through the college naked. Looking at the fabric in my hand, I figured Addison was right, and I told her so at which she held my phone up and spoke again.

"Great, let's go. Put the hood on and follow me."

I pulled the thin black hood onto my head and adjusted it so that my eyes looked out the holes and my mouth fit in the lower opening. The rest of my face was hidden behind the privacy of the nylon. Addison then began to walk away from me sideways while looking away from me, but keeping the phone pointed towards me. Doing as I was told I began to follow her. The direction she led us toward was to the math department's hallway, which just happened to be the hall in which it looked as some of the teachers there might be staying longer, at least that is what it looked like when I made my trip around the college earlier. It also meant we would have to cross over the main pass through that divided the college in half. That was where the student lockers were located, and would be out in the open air.

Thankfully, she was taking her time in leading the way through our shared hallway. She was being cautious and making sure that each room we walked past had a locked door, or that the teacher wasn't present. The further we walked away from her room the further away we got from my clothes. If we did happen to encounter anyone, there would be no way for me to hide or cover myself. It was all or nothing, and that only made me more aroused. 

When we made it to the large pass through, Addison had me stay put as she went across to the other hall. She told me I was to follow her over once she was on the other side and gave me the signal, but that I wasn't allowed to look left or right. I would just have to trust her that no one was out and about. I watched nervously as she skittered across the open expanse to the relative cover of the other hallway. Once positioned on the other side, she signaled me to come over all the while still filming me with my phone. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my nerves somewhat and took the first fateful step. With each step I got closer to Addison, but I also grew more panicked that someone would see me. 

Eventually I made it to Addison, and I guess not too surprisingly no one was around to see me. Though I was relieved by that, I also must admit that I was a little disappointed. Before we continued on into the Math hallway, Addison took a moment to talk to me some more.

"So when I went through this hall earlier Dr. G was still in his room. I am not sure if he is still there or not, so I guess we'll just have to cross that bridge as we come to it."

She then turned again and began to walk further into the hall. I knew Dr. G's room was about halfway down, and I could only hope that he wasn't still there or that if he was his door was shut and he wasn't planning on leaving until after we turned the corner to head towards the science side of the college. At the same slow and methodical pace as before we drew closer to his room. Just as we were about to reach it, my worst fear materialized; his door handle began to turn and his door began to push open. Thankfully it opened in a manner that it gave us a few seconds of cover which was enough time for Addison to quickly push me back and into the nearby boys' restroom. 

My heart raced as we pushed our way inside to hide. From what I could tell he had not noticed us, but we waited it out for a few moments to be sure. Eventually, Addison felt as though we had waited long enough, and decided to stick her head out and take a look. His must not have been around, as she pushed the door further and held it open for me. I walked past her and into the vacant hall. She followed, and then indicated that she would like me to begin leading the way. That meant I was the one in front and scouting out the doors and rooms we passed. 

With a notion of trepidation in my steps, I slowly pushed forward as Addison brought up the rear, and I'm sure getting a good shot of my naked rear. Reaching the end of the hall I peered around the corner to check the shorter back hall for any sign of life. There weren't any classrooms located in the back hall, just a two teacher workrooms, and a couple computer labs. At the other end it turned onto the science wing which headed back towards the main pass through and the front offices and lounge. 

Our journey through the back hall was uneventful, and was over quick. That was the same case for the science hallway, though I did take a considerable amount of time as the science classrooms all had windows next to their doors which meant more careful creeping. Reaching the end of the hall, Addison took over the leading role again, and had me stay back while she walked over to inspect the main office for staff. She returned shortly, and confidently waved me inside. As I passed her, she gave my exposed ass a heavy slap on my left cheek. When I looked back at her, she just smiled a coy smile and urged me to continue on to the teacher's lounge. 

Inside the lounge, Addison had me take of the hood for my picture standing naked in the restroom. I had to put it back on once we left so, as she stated "I could keep my identity hidden for the rest of my walk." With the hood back in place, she marched us out of the office, and as if all was normal right over to the Social Studies hallway. It was the hallway that connected to the English hall, of which we began the trek. Also, it was the last stretch as at the end were the doors that led to the back parking lot and our cars. 

Just as we had earlier we slowly made our way through the hall, and fortunately made it to the doors unseen. Addison poked her head out to look into the parking lot and said it looked clear. I poked my head out and also summed up that no one was around. We both stepped outside and walked over to my car. Reaching it, Addison finally stopped recording and handing me my phone. She then reached into her bag and pulled out my keys, while I removed the hood from my head. We exchanged the items and smiled, momentarily locked in silence.

It was Addison that broke the silence by asking if I was still up for showing her the shop I told her about that had a good selection of lingerie. I told that of course I wanted to still go with her, and that after all she had done for me that day I owed her big time. She laughed a little, and then stated we should both be on our ways so that I had time to send my Mistress the pictures and video, and we could both clean up. I agreed and told her to pick me up at 6:30 as that would be plenty of time for me. We kissed one more time before I turned and entered my car. Sitting in my car giddy and watching Addison walk to her car, I realized that I didn't even think twice about driving home naked. Had I really become so accustomed to being naked in public? 

[hirarandi]

I had a fun time shopping for lingerie with Addison, and even let out another of my dark secrets from my time as Sage's submissive. I had told her about my evening in which I performed oral services in the glory hole booths. As she had for all my other revelations, Addison was not at all put off by it, and in fact seemed quite interested to experience something similar for herself. From what I had gather about Jerome in my first and only meeting with him, it was very likely that she would indeed experience an evening similar to the one I had; especially if she told him about it.

After she had dropped me off back at my house that evening, I took a long time to think about how lucky I was to have found a friend that I could share the recounts of my naughty adventures, and even sometimes partake in them with her. Having someone other than Sage that I could talk to about such a secret lifestyle helped alleviate so much of the stress and worry of it all. I was very fortunate to have a friendship with Addison; I truly believed she felt the same way. 

As for my relationship with Sage, it had begun to become very much a routine it seemed for both of us. We both still enjoyed our times together, and I know I still loved submitting to her, but I sensed as the weeks passed that she had begun to shift her focus onto something else. Hoping it wasn't something I did, even fearing she was harboring resentment towards over my one night with Jerome, I finally mustered the nerve to ask her about what I sensed. It was just after one of our morning meet ups in my classroom. I of course was naked, and had just been untied from one of the classroom's desk where I had been secured while bent over as Sage fucked me long and hard with a strap-on. She was packing her bag after leaving me my clothes for the day, (a red asymmetrical dress, a garter belt, black lace top stockings, and a pair of red spike heels), and I stopped her to ask the question I had been wanting to ask.

"Mistress? Is everything okay? You have seemed distant lately. Have I done something to disappoint you?"

Sage paused for a moment, still looking down at her bag, before replying to my question.

"No my pet, you have done nothing but you are right that I have been distant. I am sorry for that. It is just that I believe our time together may be nearing an end."

I tried to speak, but Sage held her hand up indicating that she needed to continue speaking. I obliged her, and listened with an unsure look on my face.

"As you are aware of, the college year is almost over, and I will be graduating. Also, I just received my acceptance letter to college which is out of state. It is because of these things that I know our relationship will not be able to continue for much longer. So that is why I have been so distant lately, I have been trying to come to terms with the idea of no longer being your master, and having to move on with my life. Also, I have been wondering how best to make such a transition in life so that you would not be hurt by it."

We both stood in silence for a while as we let the weight of what Sage had confessed settle onto our minds. After a few moments, and before I could speak, Sage broke the silence stating I needed to dress in time for college to start, and that we both should think about what she had said before trying to come up with a solution. She further stated that she would be back after college, and that we could discuss it then. Without another word she turned and exited my room. Still in a state of shock from her revelation, I fumbled to get dressed before the morning bell rang. 

My morning went by while I moved about it in a fog of thought. I hoped to see Sage during her class period, but she had skipped it; likely knowing that it would have been difficult for both of us to be in the same room together but not be able to talk. It was during lunch that my mind was lifted out of the fog, and it was thanks to an impromptu stop in by Addison. She had knocked on my door softly, and thinking it might be Sage, I rushed to answer it. Addison must have read my disappointment on my face upon seeing her and not my Mistress at the door, as she sweetly apologized. I told her she had nothing to apologize for, as I was just in a fog. As she entered my room, like a true friend, she quizzically asked me what was going on. Like a dam being broken, I flooded her with everything, and as an understanding friend she listened to it all. 

When I finally finished spilling all my thoughts about what Sage had spoken of earlier, I felt so relieved. I needed to let it out, and thanks to Addison I was able to do so in a safe zone. She understood what I was going through and the difficulties of my relationship with Sage. When I look to her, and saw her sweet kind smile, I knew I was going to be alright. She didn't even say anything, and yet I knew that I was going to be fine once Sage left for college; I had a friend. I wasn't alone. I hugged Addison, and thanked her for listening to me at which point the bell rang and we had to separate to go back to our "normal" lives.

Just as she said she would, Sage arrived at my room after college. When she did, I was the one that did the talking. After empty my thoughts to Addison, I knew exactly what I wanted to tell my Mistress. 

"You have been a wonderful Mistress to me. I have learned so much about myself, and have enjoyed so many things during my time as your submissive. You have allowed me to understand the person I truly am. I am forever thankful for that. Not being your submissive will be hard, but it is because you have been such a great Mistress that I know I will be fine. I am a better woman because of your tutelage. I will always be yours, but it is clear now that our relationship can grow no further. I must be free to explore my new self, and grow on my own. It has come time for us to part. This should not be seen as a negative, but instead this is for the best; it was of course inevitable. I love you Sage, and I always will."

Both of us had tears in our eyes as she stepped to me silently, and kissed me passionately on the lips. Our embrace only lasted for a few seconds, but it contained the fire and passion of our entire relationship. Stepping back, Sage looked me in the eye and said, "I love you too Cynthia." She then turned and left.

The End.

[Kalyan143]

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