"Miss Bonds, I can't tell you how glad I am that my daughter is in your class. I think you are one of the best teachers this town has ever had. Katie talks all the time about how much she likes you. She has never been so enthused about going to school before. I just wanted to come here tonight and thank you personally for all your hard work."
"Well, thank you Mrs. Robinson, I appreciate hearing that. Katie is a wonderful student and it is a pleasure having her in my class."
"You know Miss Bonds, I am a friend of the mayor's wife. I'm gonna talk to her and see if we can get you a special award..."
"Oh no, Mrs Robinson, really, you shouldn't do something like that. I'm just...."
"No really, I will. You are a fine role model for our children. You should be recognized for it and I'm gonna see what I can do!"
Corri smiled as Katie's mother walked away. But the smile was weighing heavily on her. She glanced at the clock. It was 7:45. Fifteen more minutes to go before the PTA meeting was over. Corri let out a momentary sigh of relief before the next parent came up to talk to her. Putting aside her fatigue she put her "Miss Bonds mask" back on and played the part of the demure, caring teacher.
Teaching children was Corri's passion. She loved every minute of it. But she despised the trappings of the profession; the formalities, the social functions, the PTA meetings. It all seemed so plastic to her. But she knew fully well that she had to play the game. Appearances were important. So when the time came she would act out the role of the perfect role model as if it was natural to her. But as this Friday night meeting ended, all Corri could think about was rolling out.
"Long one, huh?"
Corri turned to see Alice Redoubt standing next to her table ready to leave.
"Yes, it was, Mrs. Redoubt, I am really tired."
Despite the fact that they were friends, Corri could never call her Alice. Mrs Redoubt had been her teacher when she was in the third grade. She was the most experienced teacher in the state with over 40 years at the job. Corri felt obligated to address her respectfully.
"So what's your plans for the weekend, Corri?"
For a moment, the mask slipped down. It wasn't the polite young schoolteacher who inexplicably answered so blatantly, but rather a woman whose primal desires needed to be filled.
"Fucking."
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"When I tell you to, you will remove the blindfold. I will hand you a small mask which you are to put on. You will then kneel down before me in front of the chair. You will get in the doggie style position with your hands flat on the floor. You will raise your head and look up at me. You will not speak unless I ask you something that requires a response. Under no circumstances will you turn your head during this entire session. Do you understand these Instructions?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, let us begin then. Take off the blindfold."
Corri reached around to untie the black silk scarf which covered her eyes. She threw it to the side. For a moment she looked at her Dominant with a look of uncertainty. Her naked body trembled slightly but noticeably. As her eyes met his, she steadied. She reached down to accept the black mask from him. It was small, covering only the nose and the area around the eyes. There were little holes over the eyes to see through but her peripheral vision was greatly restricted. She kneeled before her Dom, looking up at him with expectant eyes.
"Very good. Come forward and begin, please."
Corri tensed up as she felt the head of a cock probing for the opening of her pussy. She winced as it penetrated her a moment later. She gasped and lowered her head as she felt the long length of a stranger's cock thrusting deeply into her. She had no idea who the man was. Nor would she. She was forbidden to turn her head and he was forbidden to talk. The fucking was deep and hard, swaying Corri's body in a rocking motion. There was no attempt to be gentle or slow.
"Lift your head up and look at me!"
Corri raised her head back up. Already her eyes were glazing over as she felt herself cruising into subspace. Mind numbing endorphins were pouring into her system giving her a high that no drug could duplicate. She looked at her Dom. She felt powerless as his demanding eyes bored deep into her soul. She completely surrendered to the feelings of helplessness which were rapidly overwhelming her. The loss of control thrilled and excited her like nothing else could.
And that was the point. Submission was the method by which the prim and proper 4th grade teacher achieved a sense of balance in her life. She enjoyed submitting to her trusted Master who took her on roller coaster rides of sin and debauchery. She craved the pleasure filled sessions which brought her to heights of sexual ecstasy that she had never imagined possible.