17-07-2019, 02:10 PM
Summer heard the locker room door close and she lowered her arms as she had been instructed. As she lowered her arms, she grabbed the sides of the blindfold and took it from her eyes. She was surprised to find that the room was still dimly lit by the one overhead light as well as by the emergency sign lights. She took off the wrist restraints.
Summer quickly walked back to locker number 447. She picked up her skirt and slid it up her legs. She then pulled on her red silk blouse and quickly buttoned all but the top two buttons, which was a requirement by Master T. Summer bent over to pick up her black lace thong. When she did this, Summer felt a large glob of cum leak out of her stretched pussy and begin to run down her legs. Summer quickly wiped her legs with the thong and then stepped into the now cum soaked garment. She adjusted the thong to make sure that no more cum leaked out of her pussy. She could feel the thin crotch material of her thong become instantly wet, but she did not feel any leakage.
Summer quickly gathered up her purse, restraints, blindfold, headed out of the girl's locker room and into the hallway. She hesitated to make sure that there was no noise coming from the boy's locker room before going in. Having heard none, Summer pulled the heavy wooden door to the locker room open and walked quickly across the tile floor. The clicking of her heels on the floor echoed through-out the vacant locker room. She found her way into the boy's shower to the fourth water column.
Summer reached up and placed the wrist restraints as far up the column as she could, but not exactly in the same place that they were in before, but she did not care. She wrapped the blindfold around the faucets and then began her walk of shame out of the locker room. She got to the door, but before exiting, Summer listened for noise in the corridor. Hearing none and hoping that when she bolted through the door that she would not run into anyone else this evening as she pushed the door open.
Luckily, Summer was able to exit the locker room, turn left and head out of the gym building. When she hit the door to the outside, she was happy that it was not securely locked and she was able to exit the building still undetected. Now the hard part was to navigate through the buildings and come out near the faculty parking lot. She had been in the building since before 8:00 PM. It was now 11:00 PM and it was pitch black dark. She made her way past one of the lower classroom buildings, which housed all of the senior level classes. Her car would be just ahead and too her left.
As she walked briskly up the sidewalk that ran beside all of the class room buildings, she could hear each of her footsteps in rhythm with the echoes coming back to her ears from the buildings. She broached the top of the side walk and saw her car in the lot, but not where she had left it. Her car was now on the front level of the lot facing the street that ran right in front of the college.
Not lingering to ponder how or by whom her car was moved, Summer raced out into the lot. When she reached her car door, she found her car keys in the door with a note attached to them. Whoever had moved her car had also put the top down on her BMW convertible. Summer put her pocketbook on the driver's seat and pulled her keys out of the door lock. She touched the note and knew that it was from her young master.
Summer leaned against the car and opened the folded note:
My Slut,
You were terrific tonight. I appreciate the promptness with which you presented your body to me for submission. You are truly becoming a willing slut. Now, your next test is to strip off your skirt & blouse here in the parking lot. However, because I do not trust you completely yet, you must first place your iPhone on the dash of your car and turn the video record button on. I want you to record your adherence to my requirement. Once you have completed this task, you are free to get into your car and drive home with the top down of course. Once home, you must take a picture of yourself in your driver's seat when you have pulled into your garage to verify that you arrived as required. Once inside your home, you will send both the video and picture to me for verification. Have a safe drive home slut.
Master T
Summer looked around and immediately knew why her young master had selected this particular parking spot. The street lamp cast a bright light on her car and she would be clearly visible to any passing car. Summer knew she had to act quickly. She threw the car keys onto the driver's seat and withdrew her iPhone from her purse. She clicked on the camera logo, slid the touch screen to video and pressed start. Summer then placed the camera on the dash of her car and angled it to take in her strip tease.
Summer immediately unbuttoned the top three buttons on her skirt. As it fell to her feet, she started unbuttoning her red silk blouse. Summer quickly slipped the sleeves of her red silk blouse down her arms. She threw the blouse on the passenger seat, bent down to retrieve her black skirt, tossed it onto the passenger seat and then she got into the car. Summer stopped the recording and played back the images. She was satisfied that her young master would be convinced that she had in fact done as he required. She thought about at least putting the blouse back on, but she could not risk that he might be watching her from some vantage point either at college or along the way to her house.
Summer turned the ignition just as a fire truck screamed past the college followed by an ambulance and security officer car. Thank goodness she had quickly followed Master T's instructions. Summer put the car in reverse, backed out of the space and then sped out of the college parking lot. Summer navigated home via roads that should be devoid of traffic this late at night. The roads were through quiet neighborhoods where there was only a minimal chance of discovery. She found herself relieved when she drove into garage, closed the garage door and turned off the ignition.
Summer opened the camera option on her phone again and took a quick flash to show that she was still only dressed in her black shelf bra and thong along with her hose, black heels as well as her slut collar. She grabbed up all of her belongings and headed into the sanctuary of her home, ran upstairs, threw her belongings on the floor and collapsed face down on her bed.
The alarm rang out at 5:00 AM for some reason. Her phone rang about five minutes later and it was the voice he hated to hear:
"Hello slut. Don't say anything, just listen. Today, you are to wear your button up blue jean skirt, your white almost shear blouse, your beige lace bra & thong set, beige thigh hi hose and let's wear your red four inch pumps. See you at the donut sales booth this morning. You are to buy two doughnuts and take them to your room. I will give you more instructions then. Don't forget to weigh this morning. Goodbye slut.........................
I apologize again that I did not notice that this Chapter 16 had been rejected and pulled from the Literotica Site. I have reposted to make sure that there is a smooth transition from Chapter 16 to Chapter 17 setting up the story detailed there. Here is a brief snippet from 17:
Summer, laying in the comfort of her Egyptian cotton sheets, began to cry. She did not think her world could get any worse, but her young master was back in town, but that was only part of her issues this morning. She now was subject to calls from the college janitor, Calvin Williams. He had forced her to please him in the girl's locker room last night and she found that the more dominant he was with her the more submissive and willing to please she became.
Summer's thoughts went back to Calvin and his large cock. Then, she thought about his step son, William Demps, and how she watched him fuck poor Marsha Edwards in the boy's shower as it had been arranged by Melanie Hart. Summer's hands began to rub her stomach and breasts as her mind carried her back to the erotic events in the locker rooms. Her mind also found its way back to her class room when she was on her desk awaiting the arrival of her young Master T.
Todd Spillers had started all of this and she could not find a way to extricate herself out of the dangerous yet erotic situation in which she finds herself. Summer knew that she was in trouble, but her body now craved the attention as well as domination that she was receiving. She had always tried to please her husband James, but he was not the dominant type. Todd, for a young man, was very dominant and he knew which of her buttons to push.
Summer's fingers found their way to the erect clit now moistened because of her thoughts. Her right hand found the slit between her pussy lips and she stroked herself there until her fingers were soaked with her juices. Summer then ran her fingers up to her even more erect clit and began to circle the small head with her middle two fingers. Her left hand found her breasts where she alternated between each by pulling and twisting.
Summer's hips began to move to meet the demands of the fingers of her right hand. She quickened her pace and increased the pressure she was applying to her nipples. Summer noticed that the piercings in her nipples no longer hurt when twisted or pulled. She did notice that when they were squeezed, there was some residual pain, but she was pleased that she healed quickly from the piercings she only received last Saturday.
Maybe it was the early morning alarm. Or, it could have been hearing her young master's voice so early in the morning. Or, it could be the combination of the mental stimulation she was receiving from flashbacks from last night as well as the early hour and her master's voice. But no matter the reasons, her body was soon rocketing towards the first of what Summer knew would be many orgasms directed by her young master.
Summer finished her bathroom routine and then immediately slipped on her white lace thong panties and her six inch white slut heels. She grabbed her sheer white satin robe, but only dbangd it over her arm as she walked from her bedroom and down the wooden stairs to the main level of her house.
When Summer reached the main floor, she turned to her left and headed to the front door. She wanted to get the morning paper to read with her coffee. She knew that her day was going to be bad. Summer wanted to at least have a small respite from the pending humiliations and manipulations that she would be subjected to at the hands of her young master as well as at the hands of the janitor most likely.
Summer retrieved the paper from her front porch without any issues. She heard her heels clicking on the hardwood flooring echo through-out the main floor of her house as she walked back to the kitchen. She placed the paper on the center island of the kitchen and turned on the Keurig one cup coffee maker. While the water heated, Summer casually thumbed through the morning edition of the city paper. She found that her readings went to the metro section of the paper as that was the area of the paper where local news items were posted. She placed a container of hazelnut coffee into the brew station, pressed start and watched as the hot liquid filled her favorite cup.
Summer took her coffee and paper out onto the back patio of her house where she sat in her favorite patio chair. It was a rather warm morning for September and she felt like a little fresh air would help her get ready for her day. She then thought back to the sexual assault that her best friend Lisa and her husband Steve forced on her this past Sunday afternoon. She became wet thinking about being forced to fuck herself with the Corona beer bottle. She was hopeful that her nosey next door neighbor, Mr. Johnson, had not been home to witness her debauchery.
Summer was dressed only in her white thong and six inch heels as was required by her young master. She was not worried about being seen as her patio was completely private. She saw where the landscape crew had repaired the sprinkler head as well as the lawn that had been damaged by the leaky head. Summer casually sipped at her hazelnut coffee and absentmindedly thumbed through the paper. Her mind was taken back to laying on the lounge chair as Lisa's husband Steve fed his cock into her just pierced pussy. She was amazed at how far she had fallen since sending that stupid picture of herself. And now, she was wondering why in the world she had ever gone to that website. She was bored of course, but why did she do it? Well that was a question for another day.
Summer poured the remnants of her coffee into the shrubby as she headed back inside. She could hear her footsteps as the white heels clicked across the tile floor of the kitchen as her cellphone rang. She looked down and saw the feared number, Master T.
"Hi Master T," Summer said.
"Good morning my slut. How are you feeling today," Todd asked.
"Master T, I am ok, but growing concerned about your continued domination of me. I am your teacher. It is time for you to stop and let me go about my life as a teacher, mother and wife," Summer meekly replied.
"Well Slut, I will determine when I no longer desire to have you serve me as my slut," Todd angrily said into his phone.
"But, Master T, I have done everything you have asked of me since I sent you that very private picture. Can't you just let it go at that? I am not sure how much longer I can go on this way," cried the poor English teacher.
"Slut, get over it. You are mine to control until I decide I no longer need you to please me," Todd replied. Continuing, "Ok slut, I will give you what you want. I release you. I am hopeful that your husband and children will be able to live with a slut like you when they see the attached picture."
The phone went dead.
With that, Summer's phone pinged announcing a text message. As she clicked on the text message, a picture of her lying face down on her desk at college with black thigh hi's, black four inch heels, her white rhinestone collar, pink butt plug clearly visible in her ass and her mouth open showing the cum that Todd had deposited in her mouth. The picture reflected the Ms. WAYNE CUM SLUT that Todd had written across the top of her ass cheeks and on each ass cheek. There was no doubt who she was, what was in her mouth and the message made it clear what she was.
Her phone rang again and Summer quickly answered, "Master T, I am sorry. Please forgive me."
"That is better slut," Todd quickly replied.
"Go upstairs and get on your digital scales. Call me when you determine your weight and you had better weigh 125 pounds or there will be hell to pay," Todd said.
The phone went silent again.
Summer placed her empty coffee cup in the dishwasher, refolded the newspaper like James had shown her before and then she headed upstairs with dread. As she reached the top of the stairs, the home phone began to ring. Summer rushed to the phone in the bedroom and her hello was met with "Hi Mom," from Jacob one of her boys. They exchanged some pleasantries for a couple of minutes and then Summer was shocked.
"Mom, I got a weird message in my email from an unknown email address today," Jacob said. Continuing, "Mom, the message said that there were issues at home that maybe I should call and check on. So, is everything ok mom," Jacob asked.
Summer had to quickly compose herself. She knew immediately that the message had been sent by her young master and it was a specific message to her.
"Oh son, everything is great here. Well except for your father being out of the country until the first of November," Summer said with conviction.
"Well mom, why would someone send me an anonymous message, but not Kevin," Jacob asked.
"I don't know Jacob, but I would not worry about it. Other than missing your father, I am doing well. When are you two coming home to see me," Summer asked hoping to change the tone and conversation.
"We were thinking about coming home next weekend for Homecoming. I know we are playing Wesley and they beat us when we played, so it would be nice to see the Eagles kick their butts," Jacob replied.
"Oh that would be wonderful Jacob. That is next weekend and I have no plans. It would be great to spoil my two boys all weekend. Let me know as soon as you can if you guys are coming," said Summer.
"Ok mom will do. Thanks for letting me know that you were ok. It must have been an email that my spam detector did not catch. Talk to you soon," Jacob said and hung up the phone.
Sitting on her bed, Summer began to sob incoherently at the thought of her children coming home and finding out that their mother was a submissive slut to a high college student. Further complicating things was the realization that the treatment she received from the college janitor only further strengthened her feelings of submissiveness.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang and once again she found the caller number to be her young master. She answered the phone abruptly, "How dare you write to my son. I have done everything you have demanded of me and yet you send a menacing not to them. Why?"
"Because you are my slut and you need to fully comprehend that if you do not do as you are instructed, your life as a teacher, mother and wife will cease to exist for you. I would imagine that the bitches in prison would love to get their hands on you slut. So, you decide, are you going to do as you are told whenever you are told or are you ready to suffer the consequences of your involvement with a high college student," Todd said.
The line went dead again and it left Summer trembling almost uncontrollably. She was now completely trapped in her servitude to her high college master. He had already illustrated to her how easy it will be for him to shatter her world. For now, Summer knew she had to be compliant with any and all instructions given to her by her young master. She hoped that when her husband James came home they could find a way to extricate her from the situation.
Summer quickly shed her white six inch heels and pulled her white lace thong panties down her legs. She padded across the Berber carpet that led to her slate tile floor bathroom. She stepped on her digital scales and saw where her weight was reported at 127 pounds. Oh My God she thought to herself. I have starved myself all week to meet the required five pound weight loss. Summer remembered that she had not been on her treadmill all week, which had been complicated by her night time excursions, the daily tanning trips, body recovery from the abuse she has to which she had been subjected and the general depressed mindset she suffered.
With trembling fingers, Summer punched in her young master's phone number. The phone rang one time. "I see that you have not followed my instructions slut. You have only lost three pounds this week. What do you have to say for yourself slut," Todd asked harshly.
"Master T, I do not understand. I have almost starved myself this week. I can only say that I have not been able to work out utilizing my treadmill and small gym in the basement of my house. I am so sorry Master T. Please do not punish me. I will do everything I can to lose the two extra pounds this weekend. Please Master T," Summer pleaded.
"Well slut, you have been busy this week. I tell you what, we can start working on those two pounds on Saturday morning. But, today, you have to get busy and get to college. Dress as required and I will see you at the cheerleader fundraiser booth," Todd said just before the phone went dead in Summer's ear.
Summer was relieved that she would not suffer immediate punishment from her young master because she did not accurately track her weight loss. But, she swore that her scales had previously registered her weight at 124 pounds only last week. Maybe there was something wrong with the scales. I will have to check on that Summer said to herself.
Summer quickly walked back to locker number 447. She picked up her skirt and slid it up her legs. She then pulled on her red silk blouse and quickly buttoned all but the top two buttons, which was a requirement by Master T. Summer bent over to pick up her black lace thong. When she did this, Summer felt a large glob of cum leak out of her stretched pussy and begin to run down her legs. Summer quickly wiped her legs with the thong and then stepped into the now cum soaked garment. She adjusted the thong to make sure that no more cum leaked out of her pussy. She could feel the thin crotch material of her thong become instantly wet, but she did not feel any leakage.
Summer quickly gathered up her purse, restraints, blindfold, headed out of the girl's locker room and into the hallway. She hesitated to make sure that there was no noise coming from the boy's locker room before going in. Having heard none, Summer pulled the heavy wooden door to the locker room open and walked quickly across the tile floor. The clicking of her heels on the floor echoed through-out the vacant locker room. She found her way into the boy's shower to the fourth water column.
Summer reached up and placed the wrist restraints as far up the column as she could, but not exactly in the same place that they were in before, but she did not care. She wrapped the blindfold around the faucets and then began her walk of shame out of the locker room. She got to the door, but before exiting, Summer listened for noise in the corridor. Hearing none and hoping that when she bolted through the door that she would not run into anyone else this evening as she pushed the door open.
Luckily, Summer was able to exit the locker room, turn left and head out of the gym building. When she hit the door to the outside, she was happy that it was not securely locked and she was able to exit the building still undetected. Now the hard part was to navigate through the buildings and come out near the faculty parking lot. She had been in the building since before 8:00 PM. It was now 11:00 PM and it was pitch black dark. She made her way past one of the lower classroom buildings, which housed all of the senior level classes. Her car would be just ahead and too her left.
As she walked briskly up the sidewalk that ran beside all of the class room buildings, she could hear each of her footsteps in rhythm with the echoes coming back to her ears from the buildings. She broached the top of the side walk and saw her car in the lot, but not where she had left it. Her car was now on the front level of the lot facing the street that ran right in front of the college.
Not lingering to ponder how or by whom her car was moved, Summer raced out into the lot. When she reached her car door, she found her car keys in the door with a note attached to them. Whoever had moved her car had also put the top down on her BMW convertible. Summer put her pocketbook on the driver's seat and pulled her keys out of the door lock. She touched the note and knew that it was from her young master.
Summer leaned against the car and opened the folded note:
My Slut,
You were terrific tonight. I appreciate the promptness with which you presented your body to me for submission. You are truly becoming a willing slut. Now, your next test is to strip off your skirt & blouse here in the parking lot. However, because I do not trust you completely yet, you must first place your iPhone on the dash of your car and turn the video record button on. I want you to record your adherence to my requirement. Once you have completed this task, you are free to get into your car and drive home with the top down of course. Once home, you must take a picture of yourself in your driver's seat when you have pulled into your garage to verify that you arrived as required. Once inside your home, you will send both the video and picture to me for verification. Have a safe drive home slut.
Master T
Summer looked around and immediately knew why her young master had selected this particular parking spot. The street lamp cast a bright light on her car and she would be clearly visible to any passing car. Summer knew she had to act quickly. She threw the car keys onto the driver's seat and withdrew her iPhone from her purse. She clicked on the camera logo, slid the touch screen to video and pressed start. Summer then placed the camera on the dash of her car and angled it to take in her strip tease.
Summer immediately unbuttoned the top three buttons on her skirt. As it fell to her feet, she started unbuttoning her red silk blouse. Summer quickly slipped the sleeves of her red silk blouse down her arms. She threw the blouse on the passenger seat, bent down to retrieve her black skirt, tossed it onto the passenger seat and then she got into the car. Summer stopped the recording and played back the images. She was satisfied that her young master would be convinced that she had in fact done as he required. She thought about at least putting the blouse back on, but she could not risk that he might be watching her from some vantage point either at college or along the way to her house.
Summer turned the ignition just as a fire truck screamed past the college followed by an ambulance and security officer car. Thank goodness she had quickly followed Master T's instructions. Summer put the car in reverse, backed out of the space and then sped out of the college parking lot. Summer navigated home via roads that should be devoid of traffic this late at night. The roads were through quiet neighborhoods where there was only a minimal chance of discovery. She found herself relieved when she drove into garage, closed the garage door and turned off the ignition.
Summer opened the camera option on her phone again and took a quick flash to show that she was still only dressed in her black shelf bra and thong along with her hose, black heels as well as her slut collar. She grabbed up all of her belongings and headed into the sanctuary of her home, ran upstairs, threw her belongings on the floor and collapsed face down on her bed.
The alarm rang out at 5:00 AM for some reason. Her phone rang about five minutes later and it was the voice he hated to hear:
"Hello slut. Don't say anything, just listen. Today, you are to wear your button up blue jean skirt, your white almost shear blouse, your beige lace bra & thong set, beige thigh hi hose and let's wear your red four inch pumps. See you at the donut sales booth this morning. You are to buy two doughnuts and take them to your room. I will give you more instructions then. Don't forget to weigh this morning. Goodbye slut.........................
I apologize again that I did not notice that this Chapter 16 had been rejected and pulled from the Literotica Site. I have reposted to make sure that there is a smooth transition from Chapter 16 to Chapter 17 setting up the story detailed there. Here is a brief snippet from 17:
Summer, laying in the comfort of her Egyptian cotton sheets, began to cry. She did not think her world could get any worse, but her young master was back in town, but that was only part of her issues this morning. She now was subject to calls from the college janitor, Calvin Williams. He had forced her to please him in the girl's locker room last night and she found that the more dominant he was with her the more submissive and willing to please she became.
Summer's thoughts went back to Calvin and his large cock. Then, she thought about his step son, William Demps, and how she watched him fuck poor Marsha Edwards in the boy's shower as it had been arranged by Melanie Hart. Summer's hands began to rub her stomach and breasts as her mind carried her back to the erotic events in the locker rooms. Her mind also found its way back to her class room when she was on her desk awaiting the arrival of her young Master T.
Todd Spillers had started all of this and she could not find a way to extricate herself out of the dangerous yet erotic situation in which she finds herself. Summer knew that she was in trouble, but her body now craved the attention as well as domination that she was receiving. She had always tried to please her husband James, but he was not the dominant type. Todd, for a young man, was very dominant and he knew which of her buttons to push.
Summer's fingers found their way to the erect clit now moistened because of her thoughts. Her right hand found the slit between her pussy lips and she stroked herself there until her fingers were soaked with her juices. Summer then ran her fingers up to her even more erect clit and began to circle the small head with her middle two fingers. Her left hand found her breasts where she alternated between each by pulling and twisting.
Summer's hips began to move to meet the demands of the fingers of her right hand. She quickened her pace and increased the pressure she was applying to her nipples. Summer noticed that the piercings in her nipples no longer hurt when twisted or pulled. She did notice that when they were squeezed, there was some residual pain, but she was pleased that she healed quickly from the piercings she only received last Saturday.
Maybe it was the early morning alarm. Or, it could have been hearing her young master's voice so early in the morning. Or, it could be the combination of the mental stimulation she was receiving from flashbacks from last night as well as the early hour and her master's voice. But no matter the reasons, her body was soon rocketing towards the first of what Summer knew would be many orgasms directed by her young master.
Summer finished her bathroom routine and then immediately slipped on her white lace thong panties and her six inch white slut heels. She grabbed her sheer white satin robe, but only dbangd it over her arm as she walked from her bedroom and down the wooden stairs to the main level of her house.
When Summer reached the main floor, she turned to her left and headed to the front door. She wanted to get the morning paper to read with her coffee. She knew that her day was going to be bad. Summer wanted to at least have a small respite from the pending humiliations and manipulations that she would be subjected to at the hands of her young master as well as at the hands of the janitor most likely.
Summer retrieved the paper from her front porch without any issues. She heard her heels clicking on the hardwood flooring echo through-out the main floor of her house as she walked back to the kitchen. She placed the paper on the center island of the kitchen and turned on the Keurig one cup coffee maker. While the water heated, Summer casually thumbed through the morning edition of the city paper. She found that her readings went to the metro section of the paper as that was the area of the paper where local news items were posted. She placed a container of hazelnut coffee into the brew station, pressed start and watched as the hot liquid filled her favorite cup.
Summer took her coffee and paper out onto the back patio of her house where she sat in her favorite patio chair. It was a rather warm morning for September and she felt like a little fresh air would help her get ready for her day. She then thought back to the sexual assault that her best friend Lisa and her husband Steve forced on her this past Sunday afternoon. She became wet thinking about being forced to fuck herself with the Corona beer bottle. She was hopeful that her nosey next door neighbor, Mr. Johnson, had not been home to witness her debauchery.
Summer was dressed only in her white thong and six inch heels as was required by her young master. She was not worried about being seen as her patio was completely private. She saw where the landscape crew had repaired the sprinkler head as well as the lawn that had been damaged by the leaky head. Summer casually sipped at her hazelnut coffee and absentmindedly thumbed through the paper. Her mind was taken back to laying on the lounge chair as Lisa's husband Steve fed his cock into her just pierced pussy. She was amazed at how far she had fallen since sending that stupid picture of herself. And now, she was wondering why in the world she had ever gone to that website. She was bored of course, but why did she do it? Well that was a question for another day.
Summer poured the remnants of her coffee into the shrubby as she headed back inside. She could hear her footsteps as the white heels clicked across the tile floor of the kitchen as her cellphone rang. She looked down and saw the feared number, Master T.
"Hi Master T," Summer said.
"Good morning my slut. How are you feeling today," Todd asked.
"Master T, I am ok, but growing concerned about your continued domination of me. I am your teacher. It is time for you to stop and let me go about my life as a teacher, mother and wife," Summer meekly replied.
"Well Slut, I will determine when I no longer desire to have you serve me as my slut," Todd angrily said into his phone.
"But, Master T, I have done everything you have asked of me since I sent you that very private picture. Can't you just let it go at that? I am not sure how much longer I can go on this way," cried the poor English teacher.
"Slut, get over it. You are mine to control until I decide I no longer need you to please me," Todd replied. Continuing, "Ok slut, I will give you what you want. I release you. I am hopeful that your husband and children will be able to live with a slut like you when they see the attached picture."
The phone went dead.
With that, Summer's phone pinged announcing a text message. As she clicked on the text message, a picture of her lying face down on her desk at college with black thigh hi's, black four inch heels, her white rhinestone collar, pink butt plug clearly visible in her ass and her mouth open showing the cum that Todd had deposited in her mouth. The picture reflected the Ms. WAYNE CUM SLUT that Todd had written across the top of her ass cheeks and on each ass cheek. There was no doubt who she was, what was in her mouth and the message made it clear what she was.
Her phone rang again and Summer quickly answered, "Master T, I am sorry. Please forgive me."
"That is better slut," Todd quickly replied.
"Go upstairs and get on your digital scales. Call me when you determine your weight and you had better weigh 125 pounds or there will be hell to pay," Todd said.
The phone went silent again.
Summer placed her empty coffee cup in the dishwasher, refolded the newspaper like James had shown her before and then she headed upstairs with dread. As she reached the top of the stairs, the home phone began to ring. Summer rushed to the phone in the bedroom and her hello was met with "Hi Mom," from Jacob one of her boys. They exchanged some pleasantries for a couple of minutes and then Summer was shocked.
"Mom, I got a weird message in my email from an unknown email address today," Jacob said. Continuing, "Mom, the message said that there were issues at home that maybe I should call and check on. So, is everything ok mom," Jacob asked.
Summer had to quickly compose herself. She knew immediately that the message had been sent by her young master and it was a specific message to her.
"Oh son, everything is great here. Well except for your father being out of the country until the first of November," Summer said with conviction.
"Well mom, why would someone send me an anonymous message, but not Kevin," Jacob asked.
"I don't know Jacob, but I would not worry about it. Other than missing your father, I am doing well. When are you two coming home to see me," Summer asked hoping to change the tone and conversation.
"We were thinking about coming home next weekend for Homecoming. I know we are playing Wesley and they beat us when we played, so it would be nice to see the Eagles kick their butts," Jacob replied.
"Oh that would be wonderful Jacob. That is next weekend and I have no plans. It would be great to spoil my two boys all weekend. Let me know as soon as you can if you guys are coming," said Summer.
"Ok mom will do. Thanks for letting me know that you were ok. It must have been an email that my spam detector did not catch. Talk to you soon," Jacob said and hung up the phone.
Sitting on her bed, Summer began to sob incoherently at the thought of her children coming home and finding out that their mother was a submissive slut to a high college student. Further complicating things was the realization that the treatment she received from the college janitor only further strengthened her feelings of submissiveness.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang and once again she found the caller number to be her young master. She answered the phone abruptly, "How dare you write to my son. I have done everything you have demanded of me and yet you send a menacing not to them. Why?"
"Because you are my slut and you need to fully comprehend that if you do not do as you are instructed, your life as a teacher, mother and wife will cease to exist for you. I would imagine that the bitches in prison would love to get their hands on you slut. So, you decide, are you going to do as you are told whenever you are told or are you ready to suffer the consequences of your involvement with a high college student," Todd said.
The line went dead again and it left Summer trembling almost uncontrollably. She was now completely trapped in her servitude to her high college master. He had already illustrated to her how easy it will be for him to shatter her world. For now, Summer knew she had to be compliant with any and all instructions given to her by her young master. She hoped that when her husband James came home they could find a way to extricate her from the situation.
Summer quickly shed her white six inch heels and pulled her white lace thong panties down her legs. She padded across the Berber carpet that led to her slate tile floor bathroom. She stepped on her digital scales and saw where her weight was reported at 127 pounds. Oh My God she thought to herself. I have starved myself all week to meet the required five pound weight loss. Summer remembered that she had not been on her treadmill all week, which had been complicated by her night time excursions, the daily tanning trips, body recovery from the abuse she has to which she had been subjected and the general depressed mindset she suffered.
With trembling fingers, Summer punched in her young master's phone number. The phone rang one time. "I see that you have not followed my instructions slut. You have only lost three pounds this week. What do you have to say for yourself slut," Todd asked harshly.
"Master T, I do not understand. I have almost starved myself this week. I can only say that I have not been able to work out utilizing my treadmill and small gym in the basement of my house. I am so sorry Master T. Please do not punish me. I will do everything I can to lose the two extra pounds this weekend. Please Master T," Summer pleaded.
"Well slut, you have been busy this week. I tell you what, we can start working on those two pounds on Saturday morning. But, today, you have to get busy and get to college. Dress as required and I will see you at the cheerleader fundraiser booth," Todd said just before the phone went dead in Summer's ear.
Summer was relieved that she would not suffer immediate punishment from her young master because she did not accurately track her weight loss. But, she swore that her scales had previously registered her weight at 124 pounds only last week. Maybe there was something wrong with the scales. I will have to check on that Summer said to herself.
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