Goddess And Miss Jasmine Pt 05

Goddess and Miss Jasmine- Part 5

Lily arrived at the school Monday morning earlier than usual. Her nervous energy wouldn't have allowed her to spend another moment in her house that morning and at least at school she could burn some of that energy off puttering around her classroom making sure everything was neat and tidy.

After the whirlwind she'd endured Friday night and Saturday, Sunday was blessedly calm. Normal. She hadn't seen the Jones women or fantasized about any of her former students. It had just been a normal Sunday for her. Church. Some housework. Grading papers.

At least it was normal until mid-afternoon when her husband left to watch the game at the bar and Lily hadn't had an excuse to put off writing her essay anymore. And even then, she'd written about her time in college as Goddess' (back then Miss Jacob's) slave with a sort of professional detachment. Writing about the humiliations she'd suffered 20 years earlier was nothing compared to living them.

Lily had consoled herself that Miss Jasmine only wanted her as a slave for some petty revenge on her least favorite teacher and perhaps reading about Lily's humiliation would be enough to satisfy her. What other use could the teenager have for her 42-year-old teacher when she had access to so many other younger and more willing slaves?

Lily had managed to churn out another 43 pages bringing her total to 56. And she hadn't even made it to her freshmen Christmas break yet! Surely Miss Jasmine would be impressed!

But she was getting ahead of herself. She wouldn't have Miss Jasmine in class until the afternoon and she had 3 morning classes to get through first.

Finally, she heard the first bell ring and she hurried to her seat behind her desk. As she sat, Lily was relieved that the bruising and discomfort from her spanking and waxing was mostly gone. She'd still need to apply lotion for a few more mornings and evenings but she almost felt back to normal.

Luckily teaching was a wonderful distraction and Lily was soon too busy attempting to explain to a bunch of high school seniors why Charles Dickens' works are so important even for modern readers.

Time flew by and before Lily knew it, she'd finished her third class. Lily only had a free period and then her lunch before she'd come face to face with Miss Jasmine again. She hoped Miss Jasmine would act normally, and not reveal her new status as the teacher's Owner but wLily knew there was nothing she could do to prevent her if Miss Jasmine decided to do so.

Of course, such a revelation would inevitably get Lily fired and possibly arrested and she hoped Miss Jasmine wouldn't want to lose her new toy like that. But all she could do was hope.

It came as a shock therefore when the door to Lily's classroom opened during her free period and Lily saw Miss Jasmine saunter in with a smug grin on her face.

"Hey Teach, how was your weekend?"

Lily felt her mouth open and close, but no sound came out. Even she wasn't sure what she was trying to say.

Miss Jasmine rolled her eyes at her teacher's unintentional impersonation of a fish, "Whatever. Did you finish writing your essay yet?"

"N- no Miss Jasmine. Not yet."

"Good, it'll be more fun this way! You see, I realized after you left that I never gave you a due date for your essay. Well, the more I thought about it, I decided NOT to give you one at all. You can take as much time writing as you want... but naturally I'll need to give you some incentive to finish it in a timely manner."

Miss Jasmine opened her bag and pulled out a can of wet dog food, "You can take as much time as you need, but until you hand in your essay, you're going to eat dog food for lunch every day. Understand?"

"Yes Miss Jasmine." As repulsive as the thought of eating dog food was, she'd already done it in the Jones' mansion, and it hadn't been too bad. She'd certainly had worse things in her mouth.

Lily noticed a small frown cross her student's face and realized Miss Jasmine was disappointed that she hadn't protested more. She opened her mouth to protest hoping to forestall further humiliation but before she could say a word, Miss Jasmine interrupted her, "You brought your collar with you, right, Teach?"

"Yes, Miss Jasmine," she said pulling the leather collar from her bag where it had been since Saturday morning.

"Good. Then I want you to wear it while you eat your lunch. Everyday."

Lily felt tears welling in her eyes as she said, "Yes, Miss Jasmine." She knew she'd do it too. She wasn't about to risk further punishment.

But as Miss Jasmine turned to leave, Lily called out stopping her, "Umm, Miss Jasmine, about my essay..."

"What about it? I told you already, you're to write a full 50 pages about your college days with my mom!"

"Yes, Miss Jasmine, I know that... the thing is... well, you told me to give you all the details... and I couldn't possibly fit that into just 50 pages. I'm already at 56 pages and I'm not even halfway through my freshmen year. So, would you rather I cut a bunch of stuff out to make it fit in just 50 pages or should I make it longer and tell you everything?"

A slow smile spread across Miss Jasmine's face. "I wanna know EVERYTHING. Make it as long as you need to! But the dog food rule stays in effect no matter how long your paper ends up being. Understand?

"Yes, Miss Jasmine. Thank you."

...

I was bouncing up and down on Senior Mendoza's cock like just like I had every other Friday afternoon since I'd become Miss Jacobs' slave. Her major required two semesters of a foreign language but Miss Jacobs wasn't interested in learning Spanish. She's arranged a deal with Senior Mendoza that I'd come to his classroom once a week and he could do whatever he wanted to me and in exchange, she would get an A.

It wasn't too bad. Senior Mendoza was a lot smaller than most of the other clients Miss Jacobs rented me out to. And he wasn't nearly as rough or degrading as some of them. In fact, by the low standards I was used to by that point, he was practically a gentleman. The only really bad part of the arraignment (other than that I was a slave being prostituted out by my roommate/Owner) was that I was also taking Senior Mendoza's freshmen Spanish class. Having to look him in the eye every class period knowing that he knew exactly what I was, was far worse than actually fucking him.

But while all that was going on in the back of my mind, my main focus was on just getting through the day. I'd finished all my finals earlier and I was in the middle of completing Miss Jacobs Spanish final so as soon as Senior Mendoza finished with me, I'd be done with my first semester of college!

For three glorious weeks I'd be home with my family and safe from Miss Jacobs. I'd be free! I could just stay there, drop out of college and never have to see Miss Jacobs again! My parents would be upset of course since I'd never tell them the real reason but they'd get over it. Maybe I could transfer to another college? Or maybe I'd take a few years off to work before going back? Either way, as soon as I left the classroom, I'd finish packing and by nightfall, I'd be a free woman again!

I felt Senior Mendoza tense up a moment before he filled my pussy with his jizz. He laughed, slapped my ass, and said something in Spanish that I didn't understand as I got up off his lap and reached for my clothes.

"Hold still, gringa," he ordered as he grabbed a sharpie from his desk.

He started writing or maybe drawing on my back. It tickled but he slapped me when I wiggled and ordered me to stand still. He finished and told me I was free to go but that I better show his note to Sasha when I got back to my dorm. I was so used to calling her Miss Jacobs by then that it took me a moment to remember my Owner's first name!

I nodded and hurried to get dressed and get away but I had no intention of doing that. Ideally, I was hoping to get away without ever seeing Miss Jacobs again but I knew that was a long shot. She'd almost certainly be in the room while I packed and probably make sure my last afternoon of slavery was as bad as possible.

She'd never said anything about it, but surely she knew I wouldn't be returning as her slave in the Spring. I was sure there would be plenty of humiliation and pain before I got out the door but I didn't see any reason to show her Senior Mendoza's note. I couldn't see it of course but I couldn't imagine it said anything that would make her treat me better.

There was nothing I could do to stop her from seeing it if she ordered me to take my shirt off but I wouldn't go out of my way to show her. No need to invite extra punishment.

Better yet, I'd take a shower when I got back and wash the note away! I'd gotten so used to being filled or covered in jizz that washing it off as soon as possible wasn't the first thing that came to mind. It was a sign of just how far I'd fallen that I'd actually planned to drive home with Senior Mendoza's jizz leaking out and drying in my panties and on my thighs. The very idea would have horrified me just a few months ago and now it didn't even phase me.

I was relieved when I got back to my dorm to find it empty. Miss Jacobs' bags were packed but she wasn't there so I had at least a few minutes to get clean. Maybe if I was lucky, I could finish my own packing and get away without having to see my roommate ever again. I dropped my clothes on the bathroom floor as I stepped into the shower and turned the water on.

Looking back on it almost 25 years later, I wish I'd taken a moment to see what Senior Mendoza wrote on my back. It's remotely possible that his message could have changed the whole course of my life if Miss Jacobs had read it. Maybe his message would have convinced her to release me as her slave. Or maybe it could have made my life a million times worse. We'll never know. Regardless of those limitless possible outcomes I'd avoided, I still look back on this moment with a bit of pride. It's one of the very few instances when I got the better of my Owner. Or at least where I got away with something.

I spent a long time under the hot water scrubbing every inch of my skin raw. Part of that was trying to make sure the permanent marker actually came off but I think a bigger part of it was me subconsciously trying to wash the last few months away. This was going to be my last night as a slave and I wanted to leave it behind me.

By the time I emerged from the shower, the bathroom was totally filled with steam despite the best efforts of the overhead vent. I toweled off and opened the door to my dorm-room... and froze. Miss Jacobs was sitting on my bed waiting for me with a smile on her face. That smile had come to terrify me over the last few months. I knew in an instant that she had some last bit of cruelty for me before she let me leave.

"Merry Christmas!" she said as she tossed something at me. I caught it and realized it was an exercise VHS. A kegel exercise VHS. "Your customers are already complaining that your cunts is worn out so you're gonna need to do this at least 3 times a day everyday while your home. I'll be inspecting you when you get back to make sure and if I'm not satisfied that you're tight enough down there, you'll be anal-only next semester. Understand?"

"Yes Miss Jacobs," I squeaked. Her threat was terrifying, I hated being pimped out regardless but at least vaginal sex gave me a little pleasure to offset the pain and humiliation. But more than that, I was focused on her apparent assumption that I'd be back for Spring semester. Was it possible she actually hadn't realized I wouldn't be coming back?

"Haha you're really bad at keeping secrets. I can see it in your face plain as day that you think you're not coming back. And that's your choice I suppose. You can try staying away if you want... but just remember that I know where you live! I'm guessing the rest of your family is just as pathetic as you. I'm betting they won't stand up to me either. I'm betting I could have your whole family as my slaves if I show up one weekend...

"Or maybe I WON'T enslave them and just expose you for what you really are. Maybe I'll have you suck your daddy's cock while mommy shoves her fist up your ass... who knows what I might do? After all, I have the next few weeks to think about it and I'm sure I'll come up with some CREATIVE ideas to try out if I don't find you in this room when I come back from the break."

Miss Jacobs laughed as she grabbed her bag and walked out leaving me alone in the prison she'd made for me. I had no doubt that she'd do exactly what she threatened to do. And she was right, my family couldn't stand up to her anymore than I could. I either had to convince them to move in the next two weeks... or I had to come back to school in the Spring to protect them.

...

When the bell rang signaling the end of her last class and the start of her lunch break, Lily ushered her class out of her room and turned out the lights before returning to her desk. It had become her habit over the last few days; ever since Miss Jasmine had ordered her to eat dog food for lunch until she handed in her essay.

She ate in her classroom to avoid the other teachers who would undoubtedly question why she was wearing a collar and eating dog food and she left the lights off to make sure no one wandered in looking for her.

Surprisingly, she'd actually gotten used to the taste pretty quickly. This would only be her 5th day eating it for lunch plus a bowlful at the Jones' mansion and she didn't even mind it anymore. At least, as long as she wasn't reminded what she was putting in her mouth. It really wasn't too bad, Miss Jasmine provided her with a really high-quality wet food with all natural ingredients and no fillers. Honestly it was probably healthier for her than the usual microwave lunches she normally ate.

Lily slipped her hand into her bag and took out the collar she kept in there. Miss Jasmine demanded that she wear it while eating her lunch and she knew she better put it on before her Owner arrived with the can of dog food. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the humiliation and she buckled the collar around her neck.

She saw a shadow approaching her classroom door through the frosted glass and quickly plastered a fake smile on her face so Miss Jasmine wouldn't see her discomfort. The door opened...

Lily's hand flew up to hide the leather collar and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming as, instead of Miss Jasmine, another of her students walked into the classroom.

"Hey Miss Sawyer, sorry to interrupt but Jasmine asked me to bring these to you," Rachel said holding up three cans of dog food. "Did you get a new dog or something?"

"No, it's... It's... I mean... um... I don't have a dog, I... it's... part of my new diet!" Lily stammered. It wasn't until the words were already out of her mouth that she even realized what she had said. She immediately started kicking herself mentally as she realized Rachel had given her a perfect excuse with her question but it was too late to back out now. She'd just have to sell the lie. Luckily Rachel wasn't a very bright student so Lily hoped she wouldn't poke any holes in the story.

"Yeah, that's it, it's part of my new diet! Dog food is really low in fat and high in protein plus it doesn't have all those nasty chemicals and preservatives you get in regular food."

Lily could feel her face burning with humiliation as she watched Rachel consider what she'd just said. As bad as it would be if Rachel believed her teacher actually chose to eat dog food, it would be even worse if she found out the truth that her teacher HAD to eat dog food. Lily held her breath as the wheels in her student's head turned, hoping she'd accept the lie at face value...

"Does it really work?"

"What..."

"The diet? Does eating dog food really help you lose weight?"

Lily was so relieved that she nearly laughed at her student's ridiculous question and she giddily replied, "Oh yeah, it works great! I've already lost a few pounds!"

"Cool, maybe I'll try it."

Lily's relief turned to horror in an instant. It suddenly became crystal clear why Miss Jasmine had sent Rachel to deliver the lunch. Obviously, she couldn't have known exactly what would happen, but she must have guessed that something would happen to humiliate either the white teacher, the white student, or both.

Lily could see it all playing out. Rachel wasn't very bright but she was one of the most popular girls in school and the cheer-captain. If she really believed that eating dog food was some great new way to lose weight, she'd probably try it out. And if Rachel tried it, half the girls in school would do it too just to be like Rachel. Lily realized that if she let this play out, Miss Jasmine might have a hundred white girls happily eating dog food without even having to try.

She couldn't let her student do something like that! She had to protect Rachel from humiliating herself for Miss Jasmine's amusement... even if Rachel never knew what was going on.

"No!" She yelled startling Rachel, "You can't try it! I mean... you

shouldn't

try it because... umm... you're too young! Yeah, that's it! Body chemistry changes as people age so dog food is fine for people my age but your body chemistry is different so it'll make you sick!"

"Oh..." Lily could see Rachel trying to process this new bullshit, "That makes sense. See you later."

Rachel left three cans of dog food on Lily's desk and turned to leave. Lily breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Rachel walk away. She knew rumors would probably spread but she hoped no one would take them seriously. After all, who would really believe that a respected teacher was actually eating dog food? The whole thing would probably be forgotten soon, but even if it wasn't, at least Lily could comfort herself that she's protected her students from taking their own first steps toward white slavery.

The pride she felt from saving Rachel from starting down the dark path Lily herself had been forced down in college helped a lot. It made it easier to swallow the dog food. It made it easier to smile and get through her classes. It even made it easier to lie to her husband about how her day was going. She might still be in Hell but at least she'd saved her student from joining her...

*Ding*

Lily's phone chimed Saturday afternoon as she sat at her desk grading papers. She'd been neglecting her responsibilities as a teacher to focus on writing her essay and she'd spent the whole day catching up. She idly glanced at it expecting another of the million spam emails she seemed to get every day but froze as she saw a text message from Miss Jasmine instead.

She'd never put Miss Jasmine's number in her phone so she wondered how her student had managed to get past her security lock. Given everything else the Jones family was apparently capable of, it wasn't too surprising that they'd have a way to break into phones, but it was still unnerving to see such a powerful yet subtle demonstration of her Owner's power.

"You did a good job yesterday, Teach. Better than I expected. Check this out." Miss Jasmine sent a link. Lily hesitated but knew there was no avoiding it so she opened the link and was surprised to find herself on Rachel's Instagram page.

It was like a car wreck, she knew she was about to see something horrifying but just couldn't look away as she tapped to start the video.