It was around 3pm when her massage was over. Yumi was given some time to be alone in her room. Her sheets and mattress topper were replaced by Miss White. They had prepared her bed before Yumi moved into the College with a rubber sheet under the layers to protect the mattress from bodily fluids. Yes, they planned every last detail. After all the excitement today, Yumi was a little bored. She was beginning to think that not only did she enjoy it, but she was addicted to humiliation. The NLP session she had just had with Miss White also reinforced this belief. She tried to not think about coming again and had a nap. A few hours later she awoke to eat her dinner. The Dean came in to inform Yumi of a change in plans.
"Hi Yumi-chan, Miss White and I have been talking, and we decided to give you a break until the Slave Auction. You will be able to use the next week and a half to paint or study if you wish. Everything else will continue as normal. Of course, you will be limited to your room and some time outside each day, but definitely no sexual pleasure or exposure in front of students and teachers. We want you to think about what you did earlier," The Dean elucidated Yumi.
"Ah Sir, no College work?" Yumi asked unsure of what the Dean was saying.
"No Yumi, you will paint, study English, do your morning Yoga, receive your daily milking and eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. Anything else you want to will have to be cleared by me. The next week and a half will be quiet time for you to reflect on your attitude and your commitment to your position. You will not come unless I treat you. You will also practice posing in front of your mirror to prepare for the auction and we will get Mr Wells to teach you some of his dance class. It will help drive up your auction price if you can entice the bidders."
"Yes, Sir," was all Yumi could say as she tried to come to terms with the thought of possibly no release of sexual tension for the next 12 days. She didn't know if she could last. Yumi had an idea that she was being constantly filmed now, so she thought if she tried to pleasure herself, the Dean would know. Going from never masturbating and hiding her body to constantly begging to come and wearing nothing or barely anything at most times, in only a few weeks, had really confused Yumi. She didn't know who she was anymore. Was she a slut or simply a victim of her situation? If she was a victim why didn't she resist more? Was that even an option for her? It was hard to know, but she knew she wanted to come again, and it was only six hours since she had last orgasmed.
Over the next 12 days, Yumi struggled to stick to the Dean's orders. She was caught masturbating three times. Her punishment the first time was 20 spanks. For each subsequent infraction her punishment doubled. Her last spanking was 80 hard spanks to her full, rounded ass. She received a tiny fraction of enjoyment from it, but she realised it wasn't as much fun without anyone to witness it, and it got fairly painful after the first ten. She knew she was an exhibitionist and only wanted to make people happy by showing them her body, even thought she still felt a little uncomfortable and shy, exposure and humiliation was what she realised made her feel alive. This is where her College Assistant role was a perfect excuse to get the attention she now desperately craved. The Dean always knew she would grow to love her sex slavery. He had a sense for these things.
It felt like an eternity she had to endure without release. She didn't get much painting done as she found herself fantasising about being naked in front of the class, with the Dean ploughing her from behind and calmly explaining to the students that Yumi was a beautiful asian slave to be enjoyed and used for many years to come. In her fantasy, he spanked her as he deeply penetrated her and Yumi just looked out at the stunned faces of the students and all she could hear was her own screams of joy.
Friday morning of the night of the College Slave Auction had arrived, and Yumi was excited, anxious and incredibly horny. Yumi was on a high knowing she would be displayed for all the College and selected citizens of Cambridge and surrounding villages. To further frustrate the teenage siren, the Dean had even made her dress in casual, conservative clothes for almost a fortnight. Yumi had a backlog of desire that needed to be satiated. She would make sure she was the sexiest girl at this auction. She had to get the highest price or she would feel like a terrible failure. The Dean had not allowed her to orgasm once during her time in exile these last 12 days. It was a deliberate plan to make her extremely horny for the auction. There would be some rich men attending and he wanted to get as much out of them as possible for the opportunity to spend 48 hours with Yumi. He was sure they would go into a bidding frenzy for the busty, Brazilian-Asian bombshell.
The Dean entered Yumi's room as she was just finishing her yoga for the morning. She had a slight sheen of sweat over her body that was encased in her new tiny sports bra and miniature boy shorts that wedged deep into her ass and pussy.
"Good morning Yumi! Are you ready for tonight?" The Dean asked.
"I think so, Sir," Yumi said.
"You think so? Please, a little more enthusiasm... Well this morning we are going to do something a little different. Instead of your regular milking by Dr Goodman we will have you in the staff room for fresh milk," The Dean explained.
"Sorry Sir, yes I'm ready! Oh... fresh milk, Sir?" Yumi questioned, her English a little better.
"Yes, fresh from your nipples sweetheart! Won't that be fun?" The Dean teased.
"Yes... Sir," Yumi said unsure about being a living milk jug for all the teachers.
"Hurry up now and get changed, the teachers are waiting."
The Dean stood in the doorway as Yumi quickly changed into her tiny leotard, belt and sandals. Miss White had plaited her hair last night and affixed the vibrator to her clitoris this morning, so she didn't have to worry about doing that now. The Dean held her hand and led her back to his office and then next door to the staff room. He directed her to sit on a space on the counter next to the jug of percolated coffee. Next he pulled her hands behind her and and pushed her elbows together, then he used a pair of padded handcuffs around her arms slightly above the elbows to pin them back and thrusting her swollen tits out in front of her. The Dean pulled a blindfold from his pocket and tied it over her eyes, then pulled her knees apart so she would be more stable on the countertop. For the final touches, he put some large headphones over her ears and connected an iPod to it which was cued to play the same relaxing music and NLP messages she heard yesterday, and then he placed a two by four inch wooden plaque between her F cup tits which hung from a thin silver chain around the back of her neck. The wood had the word "Milk" burnt into it in a script typeface. It was produced by one of the students from the Visual Arts department.
"I have ensured that you will not be able to hear or see the private conversations of the staff. We often discuss course work here and I wouldn't want you to be privy to that information," He said.
"Oh ok, Sir," Yumi replied. With that he pressed play on the iPod and put it on the counter behind her, then he pulled the thin band covering her nipples down leaving her tits bare and easily accessible. The Dean poured himself a cup of coffee then he held the hot cup under Yumi's right breast and squeezed around the edge of the nipple. Yumi's tits were painfully swollen with milk, she moaned at the groping. She guessed it was the Dean, but she would have no idea who was milking her massive milk jugs soon. The milk shot out in the jet missing the Dean's cup and instead shooting over his shoulder. He pulled her shoulders forward more so her breasts dangled down in front of her and he tried again, this time angling the nipple towards his cup. Yumi's milk penetrated the coffee in his cup and after three squirts he decided he had enough.
"Mmmm! No sugar needed, this is sweet enough!" The Dean said to himself. Yumi was grateful for the brief respite of pressure on her breasts, but she found herself wanting to be fully milked now. It was a terrible tease to leave her without draining the rest of her milk. She liked the massaging on her sore nipples and hoped the other teachers would make themselves a cup of coffee soon. Her wishes were answered as Dr Goodman, Ms Pennyworth, Mr Dobrev and Mr Spicer entered the staff room. Of course she had no idea for whom she was perched on the counter waiting to provide fresh milk. The teachers chatted among themselves praising Dean Roberts for his fantastic idea. Dr Goodman was the first to get a coffee. She stood in front of Yumi eyeing her dripping nipples.
"She looks fit to burst!" Dr Goodman commented, "I bet she's got at least half a litre in each."
"Well, that's good, I like to have two coffees to start my day... don't want her to go dry on me," The Dean replied.
Dr Goodman held her cup under Yumi's nipple and grabbed her tit with her left hand squeezing and pushing the soft flesh. Yumi moaned softly, more from the shock of not knowing when her milking would begin. Milk began to dribble out but it missed the cup instead hitting Yumi's thighs then pooling on the countertop, just in front of her camel-toed pussy. Dr Goodman adjusted her aim and didn't lose a drop from the next milk spurt. She squeezed out three more and decided she had enough sweet milk in her coffee. She stirred it with a teaspoon and had a sip.
