Slave is puppy trained
Mrs Watson was shamefully sitting in her classroom, without panties. Every one of her students knew she wore nothing under the short skirt, which added to the humiliation. She squirmed on the hard seat, grinding her pussy into it. Knowing the seat would show a wet sticky stain when she stood up, made her squirm and flow all the more.
The girls were murmuring about her, for they understood exactly what she was doing. Their teacher was rubbing her engorged lips on the hard wooden seat, trying to ease the need. It didn't matter that she was trying to be subtle about it, they knew she was acting like a slut. Their teacher was dressed like one, had been treated like one, and was now behaving like a slut.
There was no sympathy from the girls in her class, as they had witnessed how easily Mrs Watson had fallen below their standards. Not all of the students had very high standards, and even they looked down upon the slutty teacher.
'Underneath that respectable teacher there's always been a tramp,' Angela criticised.
'She behaves like a low down bitch in heat. All day she's been stoked up,' Anne added.
'How can a teacher sit there without panties? Look, she's grinding her sex into the damn chair again,' Betty pointed out.
'The slut is so worked up, she can't help it,' Angela said.
Mrs Watson didn't need to hear their whispers, as she could guess what nasty things they were saying about her. It was all true, however bad their gossip. For the whole day she had been sexed up from humiliating punishments, and nasty situations. It was dreadful being brought to a state of obedience by her students, and being controlled by them. Prevented from reaching an orgasm, and kept on edge all day, she desperately needed to cum.
If the slave training hadn't stripped away all her moral fibre, she wouldn't be so blatant about needing satisfaction. A Stones single came to mind, and it distracted her for a moment. If the training hadn't brought out the submissive side of her personality so effectively, she wouldn't be in this mess. She would never have yielded to dressing up like a sexy schoolgirl, and definitely not submitted to their torments.
Mrs Watson sat at a desk, with head bowed, waiting for her students to leave. They were talking excitedly, re-living the events of her humiliating day.
***
'Come on, girl, I'm taking you home. Don't worry, I know all about where you live and who with,' Jillian grinned.
Perhaps this is why Jillian had gone easy on her, while being the designated teacher. Her master must have warned Jillian to look after her. It was difficult walking out to Jillian's car. Most of the students had left for home, but a few were still in the corridor, witnessing her walk of shame.
The blouse had dried out, but it was still tied under her breasts, underlining them, and showing off a deep cleavage. The nipples poking through the thin material, seemed extra large. Maybe it was from being pumped up all day. At last they made it to Jillian's car, without seeing the principal, or more importantly, without him seeing her. Joining in with students pranks was approved this week, but her students were going way too far. Mrs Watson kept her head down, while the girl drove.
Stepping out of the car onto a gravel driveway, Mrs Watson looked up and hesitated.
'This isn't Danny's, err, my apartment, I mean, where I live,' she said.
'Danny will be away for a couple of days, so I'm babysitting,' Jillian chuckled.
Mrs Watson didn't like the sound of that laugh. No wonder the girl didn't bother her in class. She was planning on keeping her at home all night, where she would be at Jillian's mercy. Oh! Shit! This did not look good.
'I'm your teacher, Jillian. You can't do this to your teacher. There's no need to babysit a teacher. You must treat me with respect. I'm not an errant schoolgirl, needing to be babysat. I must go home, I can't stay here. What will your parents say, seeing me dressed like a, a naughty schoolgirl. Either take me home, or lend me the cab fare,' she demanded.
'Tantrum over little girl? Come on in. Don't stand out there, you'll catch a cold dressed like that,' Jillian sniggered.
Jillian ignored her teacher's outburst, as though she were a child having a temper tantrum. She expected Mrs Watson to stamp her foot in frustration, from not getting her own way. The short skirt hardly covered her bare ass, so she patted it, encouraging the woman to stumble into the house.
As the woman walked in and looked around at the opulence, she visibly lost confidence. It was as though she had shrunk. She looked down at the floor, dragged her feet, and hunched her shoulders.
'Can I at least have some decent clothes, please, Jillian?' she asked, as soon as they were through the door.
'What's wrong with those. You're no longer a teacher, you're a silly little schoolgirl, aren't you?' Jillian said.
'Yes. . . No, I'm your teacher. I can't go around dressed like a, a dreadful slut. What if your parents find me like this. So far the principal hasn't seen me, or I'd lose my job. Please, Jillian,' her teacher desperately asked.
'Don't strain your silly little brain, I'll find you something. Don't worry about my parents, they are away on vacation,' she said.
Mrs Watson groaned. The girl had the house to herself, with a helpless teacher to torment. Not yet recovered from the induced sexual arousal, and the state of submissiveness this brought on, it was frightening to imagine what this girl might do to her. Earlier today in a restroom, the girl had fingered her. Now she wasn't even wearing panties.
'I'm your teacher, Jillian. Please don't carry on this silly game. You know I'm not a schoolgirl,' Mrs Watson asserted, trying to recover some personal dignity.
'Lick my fingers, go on! That's the mess from between your legs, skanky bitch! All day you've been behaving like a dirty slut of a girl. You were dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, then lost your panties. You were fingered in the girls toilets. You have been showing off your body to the boys in class. You were actually bouncing your big tits for them. You've been so naughty you had to be spanked by the teacher. You were made to stand in the corner to keep you out of the way of decent students. Isn't that a sign that you're nothing but a stupid, dirty, little slut of a schoolgirl?' Jillian berated her.
'I, I'm, I'm so sorry. I behaved dreadfully today in class. I couldn't help it,' Mrs Watson excused her bad behaviour.
It was the humiliation which aroused her, and that in turn left her feeling submissive. It was a vicious circle. Being naturally submissive, she became docile and obedient, which left her vulnerable to being humiliated, and that sexed her up, increasing her natural submissiveness. Mrs Watson felt trapped inside a spiral, descending into the depths of depravity.
'What do you mean you couldn't help it? Of course you could help it! You behaved like a slut before the whole class. You are obviously a dirty little slut, despite what you say. Now do as you are told, or I will spank you,' Jillian forcefully spoke.
She wacked her teachers rear a couple of times, to give the woman an incentive to behave.
The girl had a suite of rooms with a bathroom, and kitchen. Mrs Watson had worked all her life and couldn't afford what this girl took for granted. It served to bring her down into feeling more humble than ever.
