Life of Slave Teacher - Copied

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Mrs. Winters sat behind her desk, typing up a disciplinary report about today's fight in the cafeteria. Two boys had apparently gotten heated after one insulted the others' mother, and fists were thrown. As the vice principal at Westmont High college, it was her job to file these reports and dole out discipline, and after seven long years she had gotten quite good at it. 

The blonde Mrs. Winters started out as an English teacher at Westmont and excelled, so much so that the district decided to promote her to vice principal when she was 33—which is impressive, considering she had her first child at age 18 and took two years off before college. Mrs. Winters' appeal to students had always been one of a, "Pull yourself up by the bootstraps" appeal. She'd gone through the thick of it, she'd made all the mistakes these high collegeers will make, and here she is. 

Now, at 40, she was humming right along. She married to an engineer, had another kid—oldest now 22, youngest 18—and worked to be the best at everything she could. She was extremely fit for her age and boxed for workouts, another blue collar appeal, and implemented an extremely rigid schedule. Her blonde hair now lay shoulder length, curling towards the ends, a sharp chin and pronounced cheekbones gave her an angular and mean face, only punctuated by her bright blue eyes. The workouts kept her body in a perfect hourglass figure, too. Her ass was round and bouncy, her C-cup tits barely sagged after two children. Her waist was tight and her abs were pronounced. 

For a 40 year old, she was hot. And she knew it, the looks on every boy's face who sat in the chair across from her confirmed it. Even when she was doling out suspensions and expulsions, their eyes continuously drooped down to her chest. When she walked the hall in a skirt, every boy—and some girls—would watch her hips sway. 

So it was no surprise that when she interrogated the two boys who fought in the cafeteria today, neither of them were really focused on what she was saying. Oh well, both received two day suspensions. And she wrote as much in her report. 

When Mrs. Winters finished the report, she checked the clock—perfect timing. It was 3:30, half an hour after the college day ends. Packing up her stuff into her brief case, she tidied the desk and closed the blinds before pulling out a phone. 

It wasn't her main phone, she didn't even buy it, but these days it was the one she used the most. Unlocking it she opened up her text messages with the only contact in it: Master. 

Underneath a profile picture of a 7-inch cock, there read a stream of messages, the last of which read, "At 3:30, you will be naked, handcuffed and gagged on your knees, facing the door." Complying with the order, Mrs. Winters neatly folded her clothes and placed them into her work backpack. Then, opening up the locked drawer in her desk, she pulled out the handcuffs and gag from a drawer, sifting through whips, lube, rope, dildos, clamps and much more. Now, kneeled in front of the unlocked door, her pussy dripping and the feeling of the buttplug pushing against her ass, Mrs. Winters waited for her Master to come into the room. 

After what felt like an hour, she finally saw the door open and her Master come into view. The 18 year old, Michael, took two steps before slapping the slut. And then again. 

"Stand up slut and turn around for inspection," he said.

Mrs. Winters did as she was bid, not a second thought in her mind. After passing inspection, Michael directed her to bend over, hands on the desk. His cock was out as soon as she was in position and without so much as a warning, it was speared inside her, all 7 inches. Mrs. Winters moaned through her gag as he brutally used her, not a thought in his mind about the 40 year old principal. 

After a couple of minutes of the brutal fucking, Michael pulled out and told her to grab the whip from the desk. Obliging, Mrs. Winters handed it to her Master before laying her back on the desk, legs spread in the air, ready to take his cock again. This time, while Michael fucked her, he whipped her pierced tits, leaving red streaks all across her chest. It wasn't long until he came to orgasm, pulling out to spread his seed all over his territory. 

"Don't clean up and put your clothes back on slut," Michael commanded.

Nodding, Mrs. Winters moved around, wincing slightly from the burning sensation on her tits, and started putting her skirt and blouse back on. She hadn't worn panties or a bra to college for five years, since her first Master had taken ownership over her. Still, she left and returned to the house every day with her bra on in an attempt to keep her family in the dark about her second life. 

Fully dressed, with her white blouse sticking to her chest from the cum, she stood in front of her Master with the gag in her mouth. 

"Tonight you'll meet me at our usual rendezvous point at 8:30, slut." Michael said, putting his own pants back on. "From there, we'll go add to your artwork. Today you're getting a tongue piercing to go along with your nipples and clit. Come fully dressed in your uniform."

Mrs. Winters nodded, her mind going to how she was going to convince her husband she wanted to get a tongue piercing. The nipples and clit were hidden, and Greg (her husband) loved them anyways—they seemed to increase her sex drive—but a tongue was a whole new problem. 

"Great. Walk out of here and drive home with the gag in, I want photo proof. When you get home, you're allowed to take the plug out to use the restroom. Like always, though, you have to send proof of it with it in your mouth during the whole thing. Understood?"

Mrs. Winters nodded again and Michael left her office. Moving back toward her desk, she logged back onto the computer and continued to do some other work, her mind drifting through the busy work, worried about how she would convince her husband that she wanted tongue piercings. 

The nipple piercings were easy, and she'd gotten them a long time ago. Two weeks after she first submitted, actually. Almost five years to the day. 

***

Her first Master was John, a high college senior who was a constant visitor in her office all throughout his four years of high college. Mrs. Winters and John knew each other well, and grew a kind of respect for each other over the four years he was in high college, but every time they met would end poorly for John. 

John was a smart student, Mrs. Winters knew, he just never applied himself. And his last two years of high college he spent half the day off at the technical college, working with computers. That's where the trouble started for Mrs. Winters. He bugged her work computer, and her personal one, getting onto their systems and tracking everything she did. At first, there wasn't much to report. 

And then one night, he hit a jackpot. She was emailing another man, with a hidden email, and she was his "slave." She did almost anything he asked her to, sending him all kinds of lewd and compromising photos. John downloaded all of them.

When he first confronted her it was a rocky situation. Two strong-willed people fought for dominance, but by the end Mrs. Winters was on her knees, sucking John's dick. 

Rapidly, the situation evolved. Until Mrs. Winters' submissive nature overpowered her will as a vice principal. To mark the occasion, when she finally allowed him to use her ass, John ordered her to get nipple piercings. Two loops, perfect for a chain to go through. 

When Mrs. Winters told her husband about them that night, he was overjoyed. He'd secretly always wanted her to have them. 

What he didn't know, though, was that after the nipple piercings she was never quite the same. She didn't think of herself as a vice principal, a wife or a mother. She though of herself as a slave. To be used as an object only for cocks. 

***

As Mrs. Winters finished up her busy work, she smiled remembering getting her nipples pierced. Relinquishing control gave her the most pure sensation, and in the last five years she's been happier than ever before. 

Packing up her stuff, she locked the door to her drawer containing all of her sex toys. Now 5:30, no one was left in the office. It didn't matter anyways, the secretary already knew about her alter ego and had met a deal with every one of her Masters to use her whenever she wanted. Yesterday, for example, Mrs. Winters ate her out for half an hour while being degraded for the slut she is. Sometimes Mrs. Winters is even sad when her secretary chooses not to use her, but today wasn't one of those days. She had to get back home. 

On the drive back she got plenty of odd looks back at her and her gagged mouth, none of which she responded to. Rolling back into her driveway she knew she'd be alone. Her husband was working late, again. Her oldest son is off at college and the youngest is at basketball practice. Strolling in with the gag still in her mouth, she set her bag down on the counter and went to the bathroom.

Snapping a picture of the dirty buttplug in her mouth and sending it to her Master, she relieved herself. She then made dinner, preparing it for her two boys who would be home any second. 

Dinner went off without a hitch, Mrs. Winters only having to excuse herself once to send a nude photo to her Master. After doing all the dishes, she broached the topic of a tongue piercing with her husband.

"It's just something I've always wanted. Think about how cute it is and how much fun it could be," saying the last part with a little wink.

"Yeah, but how does the college feel about it?" Greg answered, concerned for her job.

"To hell with the college, where are they going to get another vice principal as qualified as me?" Mrs. Winters responded, and that was the end of the conversation. Tonight, she was going to get her tongue pierced. 

Sitting down and watching TV, she kept a careful eye on the clock, her mind drifting to all the possibilities a tongue piercing will offer. Sure, it'll make oral more fun, but thanks to her second Master, she was already very skilled in oral.

***

He was a monster, her second Master. His 10 inch cock throttled her day after day, leading to a quick learning curve. 

For Mrs. Winters, he was a godsend. As the year before counted down, she was worried her days of servitude were numbered. Then her first Master offered a proposal, which she readily agreed to: He would find another Master, someone to carry on the tradition. 

There was nothing Mrs. Winters wanted more than that, and when her second Master came forward with his monster cock, she was hornier than ever. At first, like all Masters, it took him a little while to learn the ropes and how far to push her. But when he learned she had no boundaries, the possibilities turned out to be endless. 

One night, when Mrs. Winters had a free house while the rest of her family was on a trip for her son's basketball team, her second Master came over and used her all night long, starting right in the entrance way, front door still open. 

It was a miracle no one saw her naked, sucking an 18 year old's massive cock as he ordered her around, but she survived for five minutes before he sent her to the bedroom and tied her spread eagle across the bed. 

For eight months before then, Mrs. Winters had worn a butt plug every day, slowly getting larger and larger. But when her second Master thrust into her asshole, she still screamed from the pain, he was that big. 

Him on top of her, pounding away, Mrs. Winters had her first of many orgasms that night, her mind losing control as she shook up and down her body, moaning loud enough that even if the neighbors hadn't seen her display, they heard it. 

The second Master came for the first time that night after fifteen minutes of fucking her asshole, filling it up with his seed. 

As he recovered, he spent the next few minutes whipping his slave's body, having her count out, "One Master, may I have another... Two Master, may I have another." By the time he was done with her, her tits were growing welts, a couple drops of blood leaking through. 

To clean her off, he directed her toward the shower, telling her to kneel on the tiles. This was his first big leap, and Mrs. Winters' first experience with the subject of a golden shower. He sprayed his urine across her face, having her drink up however much landed in her mouth. 

After her initial repulsion, she grew to like it, leaning into the humiliation and ownership of it, turning her on even more. 

That night, she orgasmed five times. He orgasmed twice, peeing on her for three more times. 

It was in the fall and the rest of the year she became his urinal, even at college. That was how her secretary had learned of her servitude, walking into an office with her on her knees, swallowing the urine from the 18 year old student standing above her. 

Since then, only three of her Masters have had watersports kinks, but each of them have had a unique effect on her. 

The first was all about ownership and servitude, her being his completely and totally. The second, watersports. The third, exhibitionism—they fucked in parks, in hallways, at concerts, anywhere. The fourth, anal gaping. By the end of the year, she could fit the wide part of a wine bottle up her ass. The fifth left his markings all over her, which meant it was no surprise he wanted to have her tongue pierced. For Mrs. Winters, it was only time until he tattooed her in some way. 

***

Truth be told, Mrs. Winters was proud to be a complete and utter slave. Proud to be passed along like a locker, one high college senior to the next. Proud to have fit a wine bottle up her ass, proud to have fucked on the floor of a Drake concert, surrounded by people. Proud to be able to swallow piss, no matter how much. Proud to have lectured two teenage girls on the importance of safe sex while smelling like urine, having been pissed on two hours prior. 

She was a slave, and nothing was off limits. 

So when the clock struck 8:15, she made her excuses and headed out to the rendezvous point with her Master, a little parking lot outside of a park she'd been fucked in a hundred times before. When she pulled up, she put on her uniform: no clothes, a collar that read "college slave" and a chain that looped through all her piercings, connecting with the collar. 

After only a couple minutes, her Master's car rolled in next to hers and she got out, climbing into his passenger seat.

"Hello slut, I hope you had a nice evening." Michael said.

"Yes Master," Mrs. Winters said, her head tilted downward, avoiding eye contact. 

"I've given it some though, and I've decided tonight you will also be getting a tattoo."

Mrs. Winters' heart began pounding, she hadn't talked to her husband about this, but at the same time her pussy was getting more and more wet at the thought of permanently being marked a slave, "Yes Master." Was all she said.

"Suck my cock on the drive over."

Following orders, he was full mast by the time they rolled into the tattoo and piercing parlor. Michael got out of the car first, walking over to open the door for his slave. Taking her by the chain, he led her naked into the tattoo parlor. 

"Hey Mrs. Winters, long time no see!" Shouted the receptionist as she walked in, all she could do was smile in response.

"How long's the wait?" Michael asked.

"About 30 minutes until he's done with the first client," the receptionist said.

"Then you have 30 minutes to do whatever you want with her," Michael responded. 

Taking Mrs. Winters behind the desk, the receptionist pushed her face down onto his average-sized cock. She didn't even gag as he face-fucked her for a few minutes, almost blowing his load a couple of times. 

"Turn around slave, show me that ass," the receptionist ordered, and Mrs. Winters obliged as he slid into her warm cunt, admiring the bejeweled butt plug. 

He slowly fucked her for the next twenty five minutes, timing it nearly perfectly to cum into her as the previous client walked out of the room, admiring his new forearm tattoo. Hidden from sight, the client looked around, wondering where the moans were coming as Mrs. Winters felt the hot seed explode into her. 

Turning around, she cleaned off his cock while the client paid and left. 

Getting up, her hair a mess, she moved back to the waiting area as the tattoo artist prepped the workstation for her. When finished, he started his work, first with the tongue piercing—another ring—and then some sort of QR code on her right forearm. 

When he was finished, he also fucked her, cumming inside of her. 

"You see, when you scan the QR code slave, an interesting website comes up that one of our dear friends made," Michael said, showing the slave his phone after scanning. "If you look here, John made a website for you. It has all the photos you've ever sent, all the videos we've ever taken. It has who you are, what you are, where you are on it. It describes every part of your being, the slave that you are. Now, if anyone ever feels like scanning it, they'll know you're a slave and that if they ask you'll fuck them."

Mrs. Winters took this in stride, her pussy growing more and more wet as he spoke. She was now only a click away from being discovered by literally anyone. 

"Yes Master, this slave thanks you for marking your territory," was all she could muster as the idea of complete servitude washed over her.

Michael smiled, taking her by her leash and putting her back into his car. As they rode back, his cock in her mouth, Mrs. Winters's imagination ran wild, her hand slowly reaching towards her clit as she thought of the two students she disciplined today asking about her tattoo.

She would show it to them, let them scan it, her naked and bound body showing up along with the words, "Free use slave." The two of them, shocked, as she slowly undressed and showed her naked body, "Now this is our secret, we don't want the administration to find out, do we?" 

Then the pair of them, their young, hard cocks, skewering her—one in the ass, one in her mouth. 

Now there would be no secret, it wouldn't be just her Master and secretary using her, the whole college would know. She would be their playground, to use as they wish. 

Just as she reached that conclusion, her Master came, exploding into her mouth. She lapped it up, cleaning off his cock before gasping, "Please Master may this slave cum," and returning to servicing the cock.

"Yes."

Her hands playing with her clit, she came hard, the thought of hundreds of 18 year old cocks spurring her on.

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Bobbing her head up and down on her husband's cock, she heard him moan out her name, "Carla... Carla..." His hands were braced against the shower walls, holding him steady as Mrs. Winters worked on his cock, running her new tongue piercing around the head of his cock. She'd been at it for only a couple minutes, but Mrs. Winters knew her husband was close to cumming already by the amount his legs were shaking. 

She didn't mind, though. She had to get ready for work and fitting a long morning sex session just wouldn't work with what she had planned for today, but it was also her last day with her husband here for a week or more—he was taking their youngest son on a road trip to hit up all the basketball colleges that were recruiting him. It was her idea, the pair doesn't get to spend a lot of time together between basketball and work, and this was the last year he would be in the house. It would be a nice spring break gift to her husband. 

But first, she had to get through today and the cock that was stuffed down her throat. With the water running down her face she had to keep her eyes closed, the only sensation guiding her would be her tongue and the feeling of her nose hitting his pubic bone. Only a few more seconds, she thought to herself. Sure enough, his hands pushed outward and his moan was loud enough to wake up their son as he shot his load down her throat. Mrs. Winters, the pro she is, swallowed it all in one go before getting up off her knees and taking in the sight of her husband.

He was 6' 2" and stocky, the leanness of his youth mellowed out into the typical dad bod, but underneath all that fat was a good sturdy structure of muscle. Right now, he was resting back against the wall of the shower and recovering from the blowjob he'd just gotten, eyes closed. 

Mrs. Winters smirked, thinking about what she'd be doing this week while he was gone. He was well-endowed and knew how to use it but he just wasn't ever into it the way she was. He wouldn't pick her up and throw her against a wall or smack her face as he pounded her cunt. And these days, being used like a plaything was the only thing that got her going. 

The pair finished up their shower together and Mrs. Winters stepped out of the shower to take a good look at herself in the mirror. Her C-cup tits rested perfectly on her chest, little droplets forming around the base of her pierced pink nipples. Her long blonde hair was dyed a little darker after being wet and hung down her pale back. She took two poses to check out her shapely hits, Not bad for a 40 year old, she thought to herself. Her pussy glistened in the reflection off the mirror, thanks to the circular piecing on her clit hood. But all those sights came second to the new artwork added to herself: the QR code on her right forearm. 

She got it the same time she got her tongue piercing, but this one had an added feature—if someone ever decided to scan it, they'd be directed towards a website featuring videos and pictures of all her past endeavors with her Masters. It's been three weeks since she added the tattoo and her piercing, and luckily no one has used it yet. Her husband barely noticed it, and when he asked what it meant she just said, "It means nothing, darling—I just thought it looked cool." He didn't follow up. 

Hm, that's enough checking myself out today, she thought before wandering out into the master bedroom to choose an outfit for the day. Her husband was already dressed, and walked over to her before quickly kissing her on the forehead and saying, "You're beautiful," and walking out of the bedroom. 

Mrs. Winters blushed and smiled at the thought, thanking the lord for giving her such a loving husband. When she perused her closet, she started looking for nice summer dresses. They were in the midst of a heat wave and she felt like embracing the season. Plus, it was the last day her secretary would see her for a week and she'd probably want to use her so free access would be helpful. Mrs. Winters finally settled in on a nice light pink sundress, deep cut but with cloth covering her shoulders. It came down just above her knees and when she bent over her ass was easily exposed. 

At this point, Mrs. Winters didn't even bother picking out a pair of panties, but chose a beautiful lace bra that her husband really loved. It would be nice for him to see it before she took it off in the car on the drive to college. 

Her outfit now set, she went down to the kitchen to see her two boys off. First her husband left for work, leaving just Mrs. Winters and their 18 year-old son, Max. 

"Alright Max, I want you to behave on this trip," she told Max as he was eating a bowl of cereal. "Keep your dad in line, nothing too crazy, alright?"

"Yes, mom," he said with a roll of his eyes.

The two sat in silence, eating their breakfast, until it was time for Mrs. Winters to leave, "Have a fun trip, Max. I love you hun!" And then she was off, sitting in her car. The 10 minute drive to college flew by as Mrs. Winters' mind ran through all the upcoming possibilities this week would bring.

It would be her and her 18 year old master, alone, for nine days. He'd told his parents he was going on a trip with a friend and so now they'd be together with nothing to get in their way. She'd only spent three days with a Master alone before, and those three days were the highlight of her time as a slave. 

As she drove, she remembered that first night of the staycation.

Those three days came three years ago, with her second Master—the one into watersports. She remembered fondly opening the door to him, naked, only to have him slap her face right away. It was six months into their relationship and he had already decided she was more an object than a person, much to Mrs. Winters' satisfaction.

"Alright slave, get on your knees and lead me to the bathroom, I've had a lot of water today," he said to her with the door wide open. He followed her up the stairs and into their master bathroom, taking in the scene of the couples' sinks and white tile floor. They had a glass-walled shower with enough room to fit three or four, and a toilet in a little alcove, tucked away on the backside of the shower. 

"Get in the shower and kneel, facing me, and open your mouth" he ordered.

"Yes Master," were the only words she said. They usually were when she was with her Masters.

Her Master's monster cock was out in a flash, letting out a torrent of piss with it. His eyes weren't even watching her; instead they were closed, his head up as the experience was more about his release than the naked vice principal getting showered in urine. 

Mrs. Winters had her eyes closed, too, but loved the feeling of hot piss splashing across her eyes and dropping salty tasting fluid into her mouth. By the end of the minute-long piss, her hair was wet and her mascara running down her face to reach the widest smile you'll ever see. 

"What are you?" Her Master asked, his phone camera pointing down toward her.

She batted her eyes and licked her lips before saying, "Your piss slut, Master."

"Damn straight, now lick up the floor, I want it spotless. Did you buy those beers I asked you to?"

"Yes Master, they're in the fridge downstairs."

Mrs. Winters was halfway through licking up the mess on the floor when her Master came back upstairs with one beer for him and a second for her. 

"We've got three days of this, can you believe it?" He said to himself, aware that his slave would just keep lapping up the piss on the floor. 

He was halfway through his beer when the slave came and kneeled in front of him, bare and plugged ass resting on her heels, her messy golden face staring up at him with those blue eyes, waiting for her next command.

"Come downstairs. I want you to chug this beer and grab two more before you join me on the couch." The slave obliged before curling up besides her Master on the couch, naked with piss still drying across her body, her pussy sopping wet. 

"Suck my cock and drink the beer," was all he said, flipping through the channels before settling on a football game. And so the next couple of hours passed while the football game was on. They drank beers and she sucked his cock until he was nearly cumming, only to be beckoned to curl back and lay on him. 

By the end of the football game, both their bladders were filled to the brim and they made their way back up to the master suite, only this time he told her to lay on the bed. He went to their secret drawer, coming out with ropes, a blindfold and noise-cancelling headphones.

"Put the blindfold and headphones on then lay spread-eagle, slave," he ordered. She obliged, her bladder pounding as she lost all her senses. 

And then she was stuck, unmoving in a dark world where the only feelings she had were the chafing of the ropes around her wrists and ankles and the pounding on her bladder. Out of the nothingness, she felt a feather running along her arm towards her chest, leaving a path of goosebumps. It tickled her neck momentarily before circling around her pierced nipples. The feather journeyed around her body, focusing on her most sensitive areas, teasing out her senses and pushing the limits of her bladder more and more. 

Then, she felt lips take the place of a feather along her inner thigh and traveling up towards her pussy. The combination of the need to pee and the constant teasing had left her wetter than a toilet bowl. The tongue only added to it, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm as it circled her clit and ran laps up and down her vulva. 

Just as Mrs. Winters was about to cum, though, it stopped and was replaced with a palm pressing down on her bladder, shooting pain and forcing her to throw all her will at stopping from pissing herself on her bed. After a few minutes of fighting to keep it back, her orgasm and the need to pee subsided temporarily. Then her Master repeated the process. 

She lasted three rounds before finally, as he pressed his hand on her bladder she let out a scream. Writhing against the constraints she came hard, pissing through the orgasm as wave after wave hit her. Finally, her sense returned somewhat to normal—the blackness from the blindfold and the lack of hearing, only to have the pressing at her bladder be replaced by the dampness all around her. She was laying in her own piss, and the horniness immediately returned. 

Her Master left her like that for what felt like ages. No feather, no tongue, just the feeling of laying in her own piss. The blindfold was taken off first, the light blinding her for a few seconds. Then the headphones and finally the ropes binding her spread-eagle. 

"Get on all fours, now," was her newest order, and she followed them like the obedient slut she is. When she turned around, though, to face the sheets below her, her heart sank. The wet spot extended over her entire bed, ruining the sheets and probably leaving a stain on the mattress. Now her ass was in the air, proudly displayed, only to have the sudden feeling of emptiness return as the buttplug was taken out of her.

That feeling lasted half a second before it was replaced by a nice warm cock, and Mrs. Winters let out a moan in response. 

"What kind of a slut are you?" Her Master asked, mid grunt as he worked his way through her asshole.

"A piss slut, Sir," was what Mrs. Winters mixed in in between moans.

The words, "damn straight," were matched with the feeling of warm liquid spreading through Mrs. Winters' asshole. While fucking her, her Master had let out his piss from all the beer. The piss enema filled her to a whole new level before leaking out through the seal made by her asshole and his cock. 

For the second time she felt like she was pissing herself, feeling the warm fluid run down her thighs. When her Master was about to cum, he pulled out and all the remaining piss came out with him, giving her the sudden feeling of releasing a gallon of piss. 

"Suck me off," he ordered. 

Mrs. Winters loved the taste of her ass and the taste of her piss, and together they were a new flavor compliment. She finished him off, only to have him spray her face with his cum instead of stuffing it down her throat. 

And that was how the weekend went with the two of them. By the end of it, Mrs. Winters had nearly forgotten the taste of anything other than piss, cum and ass. She bought a new set of sheets and ended up also buying a new mattress, but even to this day whenever she gets onto it she feels the need to pee. 

Mrs. Winters wore a smile on her face as she took off her bra in the car to go into college. Her nipples would be obvious and draw the eyes of any man who saw her, but that was now the way she liked it, with all the attention on her. 

This early in the morning, Mrs. Winters was the only one at the office. Besides her secretary, of course, who asked her to come in this early. 

"Good morning Miss. Kendra," Mrs. Winters said with a smile, her bag on her hip.

"Morning, slut," Kendra said. "Be naked in five minutes."

"Yes Mistress," she replied. Kendra had caught Mrs. Winters in a compromising position a few years back and bartered a deal with her Master that year—Mrs. Winters was free for her to use, as long as it didn't get in the way of her Masters. Kendra was 29 now, short and red-haired with a-cup tits and a nice peachy ass. She wore pants and was more of a tomboy than anything else. Before becoming her Mistress, Mrs. Winters always suspected Kendra of being gay, but now she knew that Kendra was bi with a preference for girls. 

After setting her stuff up, Mrs. Winters took off her carefully chosen pink sundress and placed it in the drawer specially set up for when she's being used. Then she knelt, naked save a buttplug, waiting for her Mistress. 

The door opened, and Kendra moved to sit on the desk, opening up her legs, "Come eat me."

While Mrs. Winters worked on Mistress Kendra's pussy, the 29 year old laid out a plan, "Today we're going to play my favorite game. You'll insert the remote control vibrator and I'll be in charge of your pussy today. Remember, no cumming."

A few minutes later, Miss Kendra had her first orgasm of the day, leaving her juices all over the principal's face. Used to the drill, Mrs. Winters didn't move a hand to wipe it off—her Mistress' cum has been a part of her makeup for years. 

As Miss Kendra put her pants back on, she watched the slave move over and open up the sex toy drawer in her desk, stick an egg-shaped vibrator in her mouth to lube it up, and then insert it into her vagina. To Mrs. Winters, Miss Kendra was a pretty tame Mistress. She didn't enjoy physically tormenting the vice principal—though occasionally, on her bad days, Mrs. Winters would work through a day with red hot tits after a few good slaps. Instead, the secretary just enjoyed the free orgasms and control over her boss with an occasional power trip in the form of public humiliation. 

Today's just one of those days, Mrs. Winters thought when she finally had the office to herself and put the sundress back on. Grabbing the handheld mirror out of her purse, she adjusted her hair, putting some of her blonde strands back into place. The clock read 7:30, it was time for her to go to the entrance and welcome students in. Walking past the secretary, Mrs. Winters couldn't help but notice a sly wink, and then the blush than ran through her as she knew what that meant. 

Upon the first handshake, the vibrator started to hum, choking her first, "Hello," to a puzzled student that got a nice peak at her ample cleavage. The buzzing continued, building Mrs. Winters toward an orgasm—perfectly coinciding with the busiest amount of students passing by. Distracted by the feeling of warmth pulsating throughout her and beginning at her pussy, all she could muster to the students passing by was a slight smile and a slightly hunched back. Any student that wanted could see basically the entire top half of her tits, and Mrs. Winters knew that a lot of students wanted to.

Just as her slightly ajar mouth leaked out a pre-orgasm moan, the vibrating stopped and the sexual urge dissipated rapidly.

"Are you okay Mrs. Winters?" Came a voice to her side. 

Shaking out of the cloud of sexual pleasure, Mrs. Winters turned to look at her son looking at her with a concerned face.

"Oh. Yeah, Michael," She said with a smile, straightening herself and hoping her 18-year old couldn't smell anything. "Just had a little cramp, it's nothing. Hey, are you excited to head out for the trip with Dad today?"

Satisfied by the answer, and thankful for a quick transition from his mother's cramps, he responded, "Yeah. It's going to be fun. I can't wait to see all the colleges."

"Good, I'm excited for you two to get closer," Mrs. Winters said before her son was off into the melee of students, but she wouldn't get a rest.

"Oh gee, that was a close one wasn't it? Miss Kendra's got you on the vibrator again, doesn't she?" He asked before leaning in close and whispering into the ear of Mrs. Winters' suddenly bowed head. "I wonder if Michael could smell the cum on your face like I can?"

Mrs. Winters only swallowed in response.

"I like being able to see your nipple piercings out in public, I wonder how many other students do, too? Anyways, I'm letting Miss Kendra have you today until we go over to your place. I asked her not to wear you out too much, but I think she's going to miss you over break. Oh, and one last thing—I asked Miss Kendra for some action photos today, just to keep my focus on college, you know. I'm so distracted with the break we have coming up."

With that, her Master was gone too. The entire morning in her office was spent, vibrator toggling from on to off. She had to go to a pre-break meeting with the Principal and the Super Intendent, which Miss Kendra thought it would be nice to edge her twice in. The Principal, both times, asked her if she was alright. Sticking to her cramp issue, Mrs. Winters assured them she was. 

When she left the Super Intendent's office, she wondered if he could see the wet spot she left on his chair. 

All told, before the lunch break everything was going pretty smoothly. When the bell rang for lunch, Mrs. Winters absentmindedly stripped and kneeled in her usual position, waiting for her Mistress to come in. 

"Hey slut, what's going on?" She asked before slapping her across the face. "Do you wanna know what I'm in the mood for? Bend over, hands on your desk, stick that ass out. Yeah, like that." 

Whack, "Thank you Mistress," came the automatic response.

Whack, "Thank you Mistress." Whack, "Thank you Mistress." Whack, "Thank you Mistress." 

"Your Master asked me to take it easy on you, and I thought about doing that." Whack, "Thank you Mistress." But then my boyfriend broke up with me." Whack, "Thank you Mistress." So thank him for these, I guess. I never should have bothered with boys again." Whack, "Thank you Mistress." 

"Turn around, lay down. Ah, there you go. Eat up," she said as she squatted down and used the teacher's face for a seat cushion. The egg started up again, too. 

Mrs. Winters didn't mind the taste of ass, anymore. She didn't mind anything, really, she reminded herself as she brought her hand up to play with Miss Kendra's clit. Then she started feeling the young lady take her aggression out on her tits. 

The sounds of slapping nearly drowned out the sound of Mrs. Winters' phone ringing. Nearly. 

"Ugh, fine," Miss Kendra said on the third ring, carefully moving herself off her slave's face.

"Hello, this is Carla," Mrs. Winters said, cool and professional. There was a long pause before Mrs. Winters spoke again, "Yeah, okay, I'll be down there as soon as I can. Sorry Mistress, there's been a fight in the cafeteria. I have to deal with this, is it okay for me to go?"

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Miss Kendra's face was wrought with anger, but knew that the slave had to do her job or the whole gambit would be up and she'd lose her own. "Fine, slut, but we're not over."

20 minutes later, Miss Kendra watched two regular trouble makers follow Mrs. Winters into her office and clicked on the vibrator to its highest setting, smiling as she saw the vice principal hesitate at that exact moment before opening the door and gesturing for the two boys to sit down. Then the door closed.

"Why did you two decide to start this on the last day before break?" Mrs. Winters asked the two trouble makers, the same two that had been in a fight the day she got her tongue tattoo and piercings. 

"He insulted my mom!" Said one, an average looking guy named Diego.

"Bullshit, this guy just wanted to throw some punches, and I wasn't going to deny him the opportunity," Kurt said, a tall 18 year-old who had a bit of heft to him. He'd been held back once already, so he still had a year left in college. 

"None of this matters. When you come back, both of you are suspended for three days. Fight again and it'll be two weeks. I'm not having this in my college, you two need to get yourselves together and realize that fighting won't get you anywhere in life. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some paperwork to do."

In truth, the egg and the beating she'd gotten before this incident had caused her to nearly reach an orgasm and she didn't want to be compromised in front of these two. Diego took the hint and left immediately, with Kurt nearly following, but turning back at the last moment once he was gone. 

"Mrs. Winters are you okay? When I walked into college today, you looked a little sick and now your cheeks are really red," Kurt said, his 6' 6" frame towering over her in her chair. Mrs. Winters knew he could see basically all of her tits.

"Yeah, Kurt I'm fine. Just dealing with some cramping," she responded, hoping that would scare away the teen.

"Oh okay," he said before asking one more question. "Hey, is that tattoo new?" 

His gesture alone toward her forearm immediately set her heart racing and pushed her towards the brink of an orgasm, but throw the distraction in her groin she muttered out, "Yeah, I thought it looked cool. Just something about how technology is taking over and it's pretty."

"Do you know what it means?"

"No, I think it's just decorative," all she could hear was her heart pumping. If he checked it out, he'd see all the photos of her being a slave and the depraved things she's done.

"Well let's find out," he said. Before she knew it, his phone was pointed at her forearm. He clicked the pop-up and didn't move for a second. Then he started scrolling, without saying a word. The egg and the situation were too much and Mrs. Winters let out a moan, despite all she could do to stop it. 

"Well, it'd seem you got that tongue piercing for a reason," Kurt said, a tent forming in his sweatpants. Mrs. Winters saw the tent, too. Her mouth began to water, things were moving in slow motion as one of his hands moved down to his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down. "Let's see it in action."

Mrs. Winters, obedient as always, got off her chair and dropped to her knees, already telling that the last time Kurt had taken a shower couldn't have been in the last two days. Before she went down on him, she looked up giving her best impression of puppy dog eyes, "Please Kurt, you can't tell anyone. I'd be ruined."

"We'll see," was all he said before his hand wrapped itself in her hair and forced the head down onto his cock. It wasn't long, only 6 inches or so, but it was thick. Wide enough to stretch Mrs. Winters' jaw as wide as it could go, and Kurt wasn't taking it easy—he used her as a hand, stroking the face up and down as if he was jerking off.

Mrs. Winters' spit started to leak out of her mouth and around her chin, drooling all over with some spots landing on her sundress. Swallowing all this will be impossible, she thought. But She was reveling in the dirtiness, in being used. Sweaty pubic hairs were being shoved into her nose, drool getting everywhere, her ass was plugged and an egg vibrator had pushed her near the edge. 

The face fucking only lasted for a couple minutes before his pace picked up to the extreme—he was cumming. The thought of this dirty beast and him leaking out that she was a slave to the whole college brought her to orgasm right as his first spurt of cum reached the back of her throat. But Mrs. Winters couldn't concentrate due to the enormous orgasm rushing through her body and the cum just leaked out of her mouth, squished against his pubic bone as it was. Drops caught in his untrimmed bush and then fell down onto her beautiful pink sundress. 

When it was all over, Kurt took the slut off his cock and assessed the mess—only looking at the cum in his bush. "Ew, disgusting. You couldn't even swallow properly, whore." Kurt grabbed a couple kleenex's off the counter and wiped himself off, throwing the dirty tissues onto the limp vice principal, who sat kneeling and in a different world. She didn't notice when he left the office, or when her secretary came in and burst onto the floor laughing.

"That fucker found the tattoo didn't he? I bet you loved it you little slut, it looks like he used you pretty good, that dress is totally done for. Hahaha, I wonder who he'll tell?" Miss Kendra took a photo of the slave on the ground, sending it to Mrs. Winters' Master.

She captioned the photo, "Looks like she found a new friend."

Mrs. Winters had barely gathered herself up, throwing away the tissues and traying her hardest to wipe the cum and drool before she checked her slave phone, "Who was it?" 

Mrs. Winters told her Master who it was, to no response. 

The rest of the day was like that, no response. Miss Kendra stopped playing with the egg, only coming in once to get her pussy licked. Mrs. Winters, by the end of it, was in near tears at what was going to happen. The sexual high of being used by a new student had passed, and now the anxiety of losing her job, the word getting out, and most of all losing her Master, was starting to set in. Her world was in limbo as she drove to her empty home, all her sex toys packed in her bag and ready for a week of use in the home, if her Master showed up. If.

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Mrs. Winters knelt, naked, in front of her front door. She'd been stuck like that, plugged and waiting, for hours now. Palms upward, hands on knees, she stared at the ground, remembering everything that had happened earlier that day. What was her Master going to do to her? How else could I have responded? If she'd done nothing, he could have destroyed all she'd had at that college. 

The hours continued to tick by, occasionally a glance at her QR code sent her down a rabbit hole she would cry, imagining herself losing everything—her job, her family, her Masters. The picture of herself, broken and battered on the street sent sobs throughout her. Her knees started to get sore and red from being on the hardwood floor, her feet tingling. The sun had set hours ago, she guessed it was about 11 pm, and she'd been presenting herself like this since she got home after college. 

Then she heard it—the sound of a car door shutting in the driveway. Long seconds ticked by as Mrs. Winters impatiently waited for the front door to open. Her Master's set of keys jingled as he unlocked the door to the slut waiting for him. Behind his tall figure, Mrs. Winters saw the cul de sac of her neighborhood, two-story homes clustered together with perfectly manicured lawns. She smelled one of her neighbors' campfires, hearing the sound of friends enjoying the beautiful spring night. The sharp pain to the left side of her face didn't come as a surprise, her Master was want to make a grand entrance. 

"Thank you Master, may I have another?" Came the customary response. 

"Go get the mail, slut," Master commanded. 

"Yes sir," and Mrs. Winters proudly paraded her naked body down the driveway to get the mail, not a worry in her mind. Her Master was home and now she was safe and comfortable. Nothing bad can happen while he's around. There was no one out on the street or in their driveways, the light of a lamppost glowed as the only light. A couple houses had gone dark already, but a few she could see still had people awake. 

When she got back into the house, she immediately fell to her knees. Master had stripped while she was gone and now sat on the couch, half-hard cock resting on his thigh. At the sight of it, Mrs. Winters immediately got wet and crawled over to sit in front of her Master.

"I heard you had an eventful day, slave. Care to share?" Master moved her face to his balls, and Mrs. Winters immediately started licking in between breaths. She gave him the whole story—how Kurt had found the tattoo, used his phone to get to the website and then forced her to suck his cock. 

"I can assure you, Kurt isn't going to tell anyone," Master said after the slave voiced concern about him spreading the word. "We've come to an agreement, but you can worry about that one some other day. Right now, you're mine. Start sucking."

In the time it took Mrs. Winters to tell her story, Master's cock had grown hard from the ball licking. She took the 7-inch cock in one go, feeling it slide down her throat. Master weaved his fingers through her blonde hair before controlling the pace of the mouth on his cock. It seemed he wasn't in a mood to be tastefully teased. He just needed to let one loose. Once the drool had covered her entire chin, Master pulled her off his cock and dragged her by her hair to the back yard. 

The fenced in yard was mostly grass, with a few flower beds around the outside and a couple large oak trees. No one could see them in here, but judging from the sound of her neighbors' campfire they could definitely hear them. "No shit Jennifer, of course he did that!" Said one of the neighbors, Probably James, Mrs. Winters thought based on the sound of the voice. It also seemed like they were two houses down, so no one would be peeking over the fence to watch.

"Stay here slut," Master commanded, letting go of her hair and leaving her on her knees in the wet grass below a tree. He returned after a couple minutes with some rope, a gag and a whip. He strung up the rope over a low hanging branch about the thickness of a torso and 8 feet in the air, tying Mrs. Winters up around the wrists so she dangled above the ground, toes barely touching the wet grass. Her tits were hanging out, and she watched as a bee landed on one of her large pink nipples. Next her Master gagged her.

"I don't think this'll keep your neighbors from hearing you moan, but I hope it gives them an idea of how kinky you are. Who you really are." Lightly, at first, Master started slapping her tits, the sound of hand on tit barely louder than the moan elicited from Mrs. Winters. At once, Mrs. Winters was both panicked and exhilarated. Deep down she wanted everyone to know her and use her like the slave she is, but what if her neighbors found out this wasn't her husband, or talked to him about it some other time. She couldn't bare to lose her husband, much less her son.

By the time the sound of her tits being slapped were loud enough to be heard by anyone, she was soaked at the thought of the world knowing what a slut she was. Her cheeks were bright pink and it was as if she could reach out and cum from the shame, if only her hands weren't tied. Then her Master stopped, just before the orgasm came. His fingers brushed her pussy and she watched as they came up soaked in fluid before he wiped his fingers off on her face. 

Face and tits red, Mrs. Winters waited and watched as her Master walked around his hanging slave, occasionally caressing her. As she came back down from her high, she could tell that the neighbors were quieter than before, subdued. There wasn't any loud laugher or jokes, but the hushed tones of people trying to figure out what a sound was. Master's grin gave away how he felt about the situation. 

Just as the sound of neighbors increased again, Master stopped behind the slave, whip in hand. The crack of the whip on her ass was louder than the slapping, and unless the neighbors lived under a rock, they knew exactly what was happening. The beating went on for a few more minutes before Master stopped and walked back inside to leave her hanging. 

Seconds ticked by in silence, turning into minutes. Her wrists were sore from hanging so long, her ass and tits hot from the blood rushing to them. She kept twisting, hopelessly trying to find a comfortable position for her to rest in. The neighbors were now dead silent, and only the crackling fire and insects made noise. 

Master came back ten minutes later, untied and ungagged her, catching the falling slut and holding her as she regained the ability to stand. Then he led her to the flower beds, pushing her onto her back on the still-wet dirt before he squatted over her and rubbed his softened cock up and down her wet slit until it got hard again. 

He fucked her into the ground, mud splashing up around her sides. "Tell the world what a slut you are," her Master commanded. She followed his orders, moaning loud enough for the world to hear.

"Yes, yes, harder. That's it, that's the spot. Oh yeah Sir, make me yours," she went on the entire time until she found her self screaming, "Let me cum, please let me cum Master." 

"I want you to scream out what you are when you come, slave." The slave was lost to the world, save the cock in her pussy and the hands roughly playing with her tits. She didn't know she was outside, didn't know her neighbors heard every word she said. She didn't realize that her entire back was covered in mud, her hair ruined for the night. All she knew was she was a slut, and that cock was all that mattered.

"OHH YES, I'M YOUR SLAVE, FUCK ME LIKE THE MUDDY PIG WHORE I AM," she yelled out as she came over and over, pulsing around the cock in her and causing her Master to cum inside of her. When both of them finished with their orgasms, Master collapsed on top of his slave, laying there for a few moments with his cock softening inside her. 

"Cover all of your body in mud, slave. You're going to paint me a picture," he said as he pulled out and got up. Mrs. Winters rolled in the mud like a pig, soaking every part of her. When he was satisfied, Master told her to follow him. They walked through the house, leaving tracks of mud on the hardwood floor as they went. "Leave your front and back print on the driveway, so everyone knows who was rolling around in the mud getting fucked tonight."

She left two prints, the first with an obvious mark where her C-cup tits painted themselves clearly. The second had an ass mark clear as day. Mrs. Winters' had checked the weather earlier that day to see if the rain from the morning would continue. It wasn't supposed to rain again for four days, long enough for everyone in the neighborhood to see who the slut was. 

"Let's go get cleaned up," Master said, closing the door behind the pig, taking in the silent neighborhood. 

This was the first time the couple had the home to their selves for an extended period of time. Some of her previous Masters had stayed nights or weekends, but this one and her had to sneak around for nearly a year. There'd been quick fucks in the bedroom and bathroom in the afternoon while her family was away, but often times when her Master had come over it was late at night. He'd let himself in with his key, turning on the remote control vibrator Mrs. Winters wore in her sleep.

He never warned her when he was coming, but when that vibrator woke her up in the middle of the night she knew what was needed. If it wasn't triggered early, it was set automatically to wake her up at 5:30 during the week and 8 on weeknights. Her husband always asked her how she could wake up naturally so early and all she could do was laugh. She had "a great internal clock." 

But with her Master in the middle of the night they fucked on the couch, in the kitchen, the office, all over her house when both her husband and son were home. At first the slave was always worried either of them would wake up and catch them, ruining her life, but as soon as Master's cock was in her, all those fears melted away. She was safe, after all, nothing bad can happen when her Master is with her.

Once her son nearly caught the pair, they were on the couch with Master's cock up her asshole. The smell of sex was all over the house, but it was 2 am and her son left the lights off to the open-floor-planned house. They'd watched as he stood still, sniffing the air and making a disgusted face before grabbing a box of cereal. All throughout, her Master's cock was sliding in and out of her ass. When her son left, she almost cried out. Her orgasm that night was one of the strongest she'd ever had, and she didn't doubt that her Master noticed too. 

Tonight was different, though, as she left mud throughout the house. There was no thrill from hiding from her family. Instead, the thrill came from the fact that Mrs. Winters knew her Master could do anything to her and no one will stop him. She loved that thought. 

When they reached the top of the stairs, Mrs. Winters stepped to the left to move towards the Master suite.

"No, we're going to use your son's room this week," the slave felt her cheeks get rosy as she meekly followed him into her son's bedroom. He hadn't cleaned it in forever, Mrs. Winters noticed, and it smelled like teenage boy funk. There was a queen sized bed, a desk with a PC and a wardrobe on top of a carpeted floor. It's window pointed out toward the back yard and a door led to her son's bathroom, but her Master gestured toward the bed first. 

"Let's see how much this cleans off," her Master said before letting loose a torrent of piss hit her face. Mrs. Winters started scrubbing her face clean, using the piss as a shower head. Occasionally she would open up her mouth to drink, a remnant of her second Master's year of ownership. 

The bed was soaked, her face was barely clean and now the room smelled like piss, teenager and mud. They moved to the shower to finish the cleaning. Master fucked her one more time in the shower, leaving his seed inside her again. He left the bathroom to grab some dinner while Mrs. Winters took her plug out of her ass and used the bathroom before putting it back in. When she walked back through her son's room the wave of stench hit her again, and now that she was cooled down from the fucking she was horrified by the thought of cleaning it up. The bed was soaked in piss and mud, with drops of piss splattered on her son's pile of laundry he left before going on a trip.

Master had ordered pizza while she was busy and when the delivery driver came he forced the slut to answer and pay for it naked. Even having her extend the offer for a photo, which the scrawny teenage boy took the opportunity to take. They ate in silence, a football game on the TV as background noise. It was late at this point and they both went to sleep, Mrs. Winters slept on her son's dirty mattress while Master slept in her own bed.

The vibrator woke Mrs. Winters up at 8 am Saturday, walking over and sucking her Master's cock until he also woke up. She stank like only a person who slept in piss could. With her Master up, they ate breakfast. 

"I bet you're wondering what we're going to do today, huh? Well let me tell you, in about two hours your neighbor James is going to come over, asking about the mud prints and what he heard last night. You're gonna seduce him. No, his wife won't find out. You're gonna tell him he can use you whenever and however he wants. Then, I'm going to show you something on the computer. But first, I want to draw."

Mrs. Winters laid down spread eagle on the floor, naked. The mud from last night had dried, so none of it got stuck on her back. Master brought out a black sharpie and started to work on his canvas. When he was done, he showed the slut his work. Written all over her were the words, "slut, whore, slave, cunt" in complicated and beautiful spiraling patterns. Her entire arm was covered in the word "cumslut," small enough that unless you were within five feet you'd just think it was a pattern. Over her pussy was written, "free," and along her tits were the words, "useless." 

The slave started crying, thinking that she'd never been so beautiful. She was happy that the sharpie would take days to wash out and she could spend those days being who she really was. When she opened her leg and saw the sharpie along her inner thigh in the shape of an arrow, pointing towards her cunt and written in the tiny word, "whore," she smiled.

"Master, may I speak?" She asked, twisting her leg to take in the arrow from different angles.

"What is it slut?"

"Can I have this one permanently?" She pointed at the arrow.

"Yes slut, we can do that later this week," just after he finished the sentence, there was a knock on the door. "You know what to do," he said before walking upstairs.

Naked, decorated and plugged, as always, Mrs. Winters opened the door to welcome James inside.

"Hello Carla..." James said, taking into account the naked blonde 40 year old in front of him. The scrawling writings, with their meaning plain as day, the pierced C-cup tits with matching pierced labia. James himself wasn't too bad to look at, about 5' 10" with close-cropped hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. He kept himself in shape enough for a dad and you could tell he frequented the gym. Now, though, he was awestruck—his mouth agape, a confused look plastered acrossed his face as color rushed to his cheeks and he felt a tent growing in his jeans.

"Hi James, why don't you come on in," Carla said, gesturing into the house. James followed, unaware of his surroundings. Acting like nothing was unusual, Carla walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the kitchen barstools. "What's up?"

"Yeah... so... a few of us were out having a fire last night when we started... ah... hearing some noises."

"Yeah," Carla said. She spread her legs open on the stool, sure to give James a wide open view of her clit, with a peak of the jeweled buttplug shining out. 

"So... uh... we were wondering... if you could... ah..." James' train of thought had stopped as soon as he saw Mrs. Winters' hand reaching down and playing with her clit. "Uh, could you... uh... stop that?" He stammered out.

"Oh sorry, I just need something to do with my hands. I'll find something else to do, don't worry. It's just a habit, I love it when someone plays with me."

"Um, okay, thank you. Anyways, about the noises last night... uh what are you doing??" Mrs. Winters' hands were making their way up James' inner thigh and he instinctually opened his legs for her. 

Mrs. Winters got onto her knees, looking up at him with puppy eyes and saying, "I've always wondered what was under here, can I take a look?"

"Uh, no," James said before looking down at the naked MILF on her knees below him. It had been years since he'd gotten a blowjob, and months since the last time he and his wife had sex. When would an opportunity come up again? He wasn't going to tell anyone, and Carla obviously had no regard for marriage. 

"I mean, uh, yeah," James had a pure look of terror on his face as the slave in front of him unbuckled his belt.

"Could you stand up, please?" He followed orders and Mrs. Winters deftly released his cock from a pair of boxers. It wasn't anything impressive, to say the least. About 5 thin inches long, it was a cake walk compared to what she'd used before. It didn't matter, she knew what to do with a cock. 

Circling her tongue around the head, while playing with his balls, the first drops of precum emerged. She took that as a sign to go forward, taking the head in her mouth for a second before slowly inching her nose towards his pubic bone to draw out the feeling of his cock sliding through her mouth. James wasn't shaved, so as she got closer his pubic hairs started to brush up against her face. She held herself at the end, dick fully in her mouth, for as long as she dared before pulling out and breathing. 

Her head now bobbed up and down the shaft as James started moaning, hand on the kitchen counter to keep him standing. It was amazing, the best blowjob he'd ever had. It didn't take long before he felt ready to cum, but just as he started blurting out a warning, Mrs. Winters left him out to dry. 

"No no, James, you're not going to finish in my mouth. Come on, follow me," she ordered. She wasn't used to feeling in charge and directing during sex, it didn't come naturally to her, and she didn't like it. But her Master had laid out a plan and it needed to be followed. So she took him by his hand and led him upstairs, his shirt was still on and his other hand held up his loose pants as he shuffled to keep up with her. At the top of the bannister, she turned left and led him into the master bedroom. 

"Finish taking your clothes off honey. While your at it, I want you to think about which hole you're going to use," she said, bending over in front of him to reach down and move a sock that had fallen on the ground. Her ruby butt plug was clearly seen, and her labia had opened to reveal her wet hole. It wasn't him that had made her wet, but the thought of her Master hiding in the closet with a phone. 

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Umm, which one do you want to be used?"

"Oh honey, I know you heard me in the garden last night. You should already know I'm not the one who likes to make those kinds of choices."

"Um, okay, I don't want to get you pregnant so let's do anal, do you have any condoms?"

"Sure, that's the reason you want to do anal," she said with a sly grin at the clearly uncomfortable man in front of her. "And don't worry about condoms, I'm clean. It feels better that way, anyways."

"Sure, okay." The pair were now both naked, staring at each other awkwardly. James took that as his first real chance to read the markings along his neighbor's body. He saw the "cunts," the "slaves," the "sluts," and wondered just what the beautiful woman across from him really was. He never thought that Carla and her husband would be into this kind of things. "Is your husband going to come home?"

"No, I wouldn't worry about him," Carla said, thinking about her husband for the first time since her Master had come over. Before James could say anymore, Carla leaned forward and kissed him down onto the bed, straddling his torso with her thighs and kissing him deeply. She started to rub her pubic mound on top of his cock, pinning it between them and getting it wet with her juices. 

James started moaning into the kisses, and Carla followed his lead. After she'd decided his cock was wet enough, she reached a had behind her back and pulled out the butt plug to a loud "pop." She set it to the side and pushed herself off of James, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and reaching down to position his cock before lowering herself onto it. James moaned and closed his eyes as he felt the heat encompass his cock, Carla barely felt anything. 

Now she started bouncing on him and James took about two minutes before he warned her he was cumming. She felt his seed vault into her asshole and rode him through the orgasm before pulling herself off of him and leaning down to kiss him one more time. Then, in front of James, she picked the buttplug back up and licked it wet again before sealing his juices inside her ass. 

That's probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen, James thought. 

"I think it's time you should get back to your wife, James. She'll be wondering what took you so long. 

"Oh, uh, yeah." He started grabbing up his clothes and putting them back on as Mrs. Winters waited, naked, with hands on her hips. She sauntered over to her nightstand after he'd become mostly dressed and picked up her phone.

"About your wife, James." His face started going pale at the thought of her. "I've got some photos here she'd hate to see, don't you think." On her phone were photos of them two fucking, clear as day, taken by what seemed to be a hidden camera from the closet in her bedroom.

"Wh-what are you going to do with that? My wife would tell your husband too if she ever saw those," stammered out a terrified James.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about my husband," Mrs. Winters said with a false bravado. "What you need to worry about is what you say and to who. Now, I want you to add your phone number to my phone. You're going to be a good little boy and do what I say, when I say, or some bad things are going to happen. If you follow my orders, though, I think it will work out better for the both of us. Is that clear?"

"Um, yes, Carla, I guess I have no choice."

"No, I guess not. Now get out and tell your wife I say hi," she said, ending the conversation. He hurried out the door and Mrs. Winters collapsed to the ground. Her Master came out quickly to hold her. "I hate being like that Master, I hate being the dominant one."

Master chuckled, thinking about the Vice Principal at his feet crying over the fact that she was being dominant. Oh how the mighty have fallen. "I know slut, I know. But it was necessary, we've got some big plans coming up. Some really big plans."

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