This is the third part of the series about a teacher who has been under the control of student masters for the past five years. I'd recommend reading the first two, but there's no reason you won't be able to enjoy this one without it.
A brief summary/what's going on: On the eve of Mrs. Winters' planned week long sex vacation with her Master, a student found out about a new tattoo that she'd gotten—a QR code that when scanned, went straight to a website depicting all the thing's she's done in the past. After being used by the 18 year old, the slave is worried about how her Master will react and what he'll do to her. Now, she's alone at home and waiting patiently for him to return.
This story will contain some bondage, exhibitionism, light watersports, humiliation and blackmail. All characters are over 18 and this is a work of complete fiction.
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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 school.
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 school.
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.
