It was not completely dark, the light was on in the bathroom and the door stood open. She lay on her side, her knees pulled up almost to her chest. Tears dripped slowly down her face and she would sniff and swallow down the snot and wipe her face on the pillow. It seemed to take a long time for the sadness to fade to a soft dull ache, for Sarah to fade away. It seemed like she was losing missy more and more, that Sarah kept pushing her way into her consciousness, sad Sarah, dirty Sarah, and lonely, frightened, needy, bad Sarah.
Miss Smith had taken all the psychology classes in college. She knew that Sarah's incontinence as a child was probably a response to her father's death and her mother's obsessive controlling. She saw how each of her siblings had tried to cope in their own way with the loss. Her brother threw himself into sports and alcohol. The odd set of twins, one so skinny and the other so fat, each acting out their pain with their appetites. And Sarah, never confronting her mother but repeatedly soiling herself in a quiet scream for attention, any kind of attention, the shit that leaked from her a metaphor for the dark pain that filled her heart.
Her mother's disgust and strict hygienic attempts to cure this symptom of a larger problem was ultimately successful. Sarah learned to hide her sadness. At least she thought she had learned to hide it.
Mick's words telling her that it showed in her eyes had dredged up all the old pain. And then his words telling her to not flush the toilet were an echo from her childhood. It seemed like a lifetime of her difficultly learned lessons of self control were being shredded away.
Again she had no way to measure the passage of time, and again sleep eluded her. She lay huddled on her side under the blanket. Each time she would move, the chain attached to her collar would rattle or clink. She wondered why he had chained her. She would not have left. It was not out of fear that she was going to run away. He had already sent her out of the house on an errand and did not show any anxiety about her return. She knew that the chain was to serve a purpose to communicate to her what she was, a mark of her status.
She did not know when she fell asleep, Mick's feet on the stairs woke her and she stretched and blinked when he turned on the light. He had a gym bag in one hand and a plastic bag in another. She slipped out from under the blankets and knelt on the thin pad. "This student greets her teacher and asks how she may serve him."
Mick looked up at her in surprise and smiled, "It is good to see you remembering your lessons missy." His eyes were tired and he yawned. Taking a key out of his pocket he unsnapped the padlock attaching the chain to her collar and then untied her arms. "Go upstairs and get a few more blankets and a couple more pillows, whatever you need to be warm enough on your pad on the floor. I am going to take the bed."
She hesitantly raised her hand and Mick blinked and asked, "Do you need to use the restroom missy?"
"Yes Mick Sir." She struggled to keep her voice clear, to cover her humiliation with at least a simulation of the attitude he wanted from her.
This time he only shrugged and said, "Sure go ahead, and for now missy unless I tell you different just go ahead and flush." A warm flood of relief and gratitude swept over her. She would have spoken of her gratitude if it was permitted. Instead she smiled and scurried off to complete her tasks.
Mick was nude and sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her with half closed sleepy eyes. Carefully placing the pillow and blankets to one side of the pad, she knelt near his feet and waited for his next instruction. She looked out of the corner of her eye at his penis, lying half erect against one of his thighs. She thought to herself how beautiful it was and found herself swallowing down the saliva that suddenly flooded her mouth.
Her eyes reached up to his face, wanting direction, the urge to touch him becoming almost unendurable. A shiver of nervous tension shook her.
When his voice came it was felt like a warm buffet of wind shaking her. "Missy, come help your teacher sleep. Give me your mouth."
She eagerly bent to her task. Taking him into her mouth and gently bathing his growing hardness in her warm wet spit. She drew a deep breath in through her nose, drawing his scent in, trying to fill her soul with this smell that so intoxicated her. A soft groan of happiness welled up in her chest. As he grew harder and filled her mouth she gripped the base of his hard shaft and let her lips and tongue glide up and down, sucking gently. She did not hurry. She wanted this to last as long as possible, this one time when she could touch him, kiss him without censure.
Too soon he tangled his hands in her hair and urged her to speed up and grunted softly as he filled her mouth with his come, his cock flexing and twitching in her mouth with each spurt of the salty hot semen. Missy held it in her mouth, savoring it, reluctant to let it slip down her throat, saving it like it was precious to her, his gift to keep as long as possible.
She fell asleep curled up in her blankets on the floor; she did not swallow until after she fell asleep. She woke to the sensation of his touch on her face, a single finger gently stroking her cheek and then as her eyes opened, tracing the contours of her lips. Missy looked up at his face looking over the edge of the bed, staring down at her, her eyes sinking into his. She smiled softly and kissed at his finger as it caressed her lips. His eyes darkened and he slipped his fingers under her collar and pulled at her impatiently, lifting her to her knees. "Get a condom from the desk. I want you."
A rush of excitement, so strong that it made it hard to think, shook her. Her cunt clenched and convulsed so strongly she thought she might be coming just from his words. Her hand was trembling as she held out the wrapped condom resting on the palm. He grabbed her whole hand trapping the condom between their palms and pulled her into bed on top of him.
A tiny squeal of excitement escaped her lips as she fell over on top of him. He laughed out loud and wrapped his arms around her and twisted quickly, rolling over on top of her, pinning her to the bed. For what seemed like minutes he held her there looking down at her face, his hands holding her wrists, his legs twined around hers forcing them to spread wide. She could feel the hot tip of his cock barely touching her opening, a burning blind kiss against her aching need. A pleading whimper shook her as she struggled to press against him. "Please!"
He smiled and murmured, "Slow down missy, always in such a hurry."
She twisted in his arms, arching against him, craving any sensation she could find. He took her mouth in his, stifling her whimpers, pulling her tongue in his mouth and sucking on it. She was struggling against his hands, wanting to be free to touch him, to pull at him.
"Missy I am going to let go of your hands but you must keep them up here above your head. Remember a student does not put her hands on her Teacher's body unless instructed to." When she nodded, he unlaced his fingers from hers. She kept them above her head, reaching up and gripping at the metal bars of the old wrought iron head board. His eyes followed her hands up and he nodded in approval. "That's a good student; that will help you remember."
He slid down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling at it with his lips, stretching and tugging at her until the suction broke with an audible pop from his lips and then bent to her other breast. Missy surged under him and squealed with joy at the sensation shooting from her breasts and through her body. A soft trickle of moisture oozed from her opening and dripped down between her legs, tickling at her other smaller opening. Feverishly she gripped at the bar above her head, fighting the impulse to reach to him.
When he slipped lower and pressed his lips to her cleft she almost lost her hold, her whole body suddenly locked in that exquisite arch heralding the onset of her climax. Lifting his lips from her he denied her that last touch that would lift her over the edge and let her tumble down. She hung there, her whole cunt seemed to spasm over and over trying to reach that last bit of sensation it needed. He knelt upright between her legs and looked down at her as he slowly ripped open the condom package and rolled the greasy looking covering over his cock. Missy's nostrils twitched at the smell of the latex; she felt a flash of hate for that thing that would act as a barrier between them.
His eyes caught the look on her face and he grinned, "Yeah these things suck." He slowly slid into her, sinking into her depths. The feeling of her walls stretching and adjusting to his entry was magical; she arched and gasped out, "Oh so good inside, yes, yes..."
Mick looked down at her as he slowly pressed deep and hard, grinding his pelvis against her. She looked up, her eyes locked on his, her whole body once again tensing and tightening up in its primal curve. Her eyes widened and then her head snapped back and she let out a grating wail, her body undulating with waves of her ecstasy. Lifting her legs up with his arms, Mick began to thrust deep and hard, forcing grunting groans from her with each slap of his hips against her. He reached up and grabbed the head board and lunged against her hard, tensed and shuddered with his finish.
Missy was limp and blinking with lazy satisfaction when he pulled free of her and carefully slipped off the condom. "Open your mouth missy." And as she obediently opened her lips, he tipped the condom up and squeezed its contents out into her mouth. It tasted strongly of the smell of the condom, bitter and artificial. She fought to keep from gagging and quickly swallowed it down to get the taste out of her mouth. A shudder of disgust shook her.
Her hands were still locked around the iron bars above her head. She ran her tongue across her teeth, swallowed again and licked her lips trying vainly to get the last bit of the latex aftertaste rinsed away. Mick chuckled, "Not as good as fresh from the tap missy?" She shuddered again and shook her head. "Come on down and clean me off." Her fingers were stiff and there were red marks on the inside of her hands from gripping the bar.
