Author's Note:
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I first want to apologize for the long gaps between chapters. I tend to write these stories in spurts, and often take my time to get the proper inspiration. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as all my others, however, I must warn you that it isn't a long one as I am tying up all of my open storylines to give my fans the closure needed on them as well as make time for potential new ones. Any new stories from this point may, or may not include characters from previous stories, and will most likely be one and done rather than long drawn out adventures. If you haven't read my previous stories, I highly recommend checking them out. As always, please rate and comment on this story, and feel free to leave me feedback. Also, I enjoy getting suggestions for possible scenarios in my stories, or potential ideas for new storylines. I can't promise to use all of them but have found myself drawing inspiration from past suggestions. Enjoy, and happy reading.
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My relationship with Jerome was a naughty staple in my life. Something I always had to look forward to and to keep me on my toes. Since I played the temporary exposure game with Jerome, I have further accepted his power over me, and understand that he will push the limits of my exposure. It scares the hell out of me most times, but it also drives me wild with lust, which overpowers any of my fears.
In the months after the night of naughty picture uploading, two things happened to others in my life. Firstly, Cynthia my fellow naughty teacher was no longer submitting to her mistress. As the school year was ending, her mistress felt it best they part before she went away for college. The second newsworthy event was I found out who the woman was that witnessed me with Jerome. It was the mother of one of my students. She had fallen for Jerome quickly and got off on the idea of letting herself get exposed online.
Worrying that a similar fate might find me, I asked Jerome about it, and he assured me that he had no intention of that happening. He said that his relationship with Wendy was different. She was cheating on her husband with him. Jerome knew that the naughtiness of her cheating was what drove her. He explained that she always became more of a slut whenever it seemed as though he was pushing her closer to being exposed. Eventually, he did just that, and from what he told me, and the rumors I heard around town, she hasn't shown any regrets that she has been exposed for all to see. She stayed with her husband after everything came out and still sees Jerome from time to time. He says they have a cuckold lifestyle now, and that she can openly fuck other men. Her daughter seems to be coping well enough, but I can sense when she is in my class that she wishes things weren't the way they were.
Even though I was happy to hear that Jerome had no intention to repeat his exposing practice with me, that didn't mean he cut back on the level of risk he pushed on me. Multiple times, I have been in my classroom during school hours completely naked and taking his cock in one or more of my holes. However, those are typically the easiest times, it is when he texts me things to do on my own that are more nerve-racking and risky. Examples being, stripping myself naked and writing degrading messages on my body, or taking a suction cup dildo with me and fucking it as it is attached to my classroom door.
Leading up to the end of the year graduation Jerome pushed up the risk factor more. As my school was small, it was a tradition for all of the teachers to wear cap and gowns on stage as the students went through the ceremony of receiving their diplomas. Typically, I would have worn a nice dress with a pair of heels, but as this was my first graduation as Jerome's slut, he felt it important that I remember what I was while I was on stage. To do this, I was ordered to wear only a collar dickie under the gown, and a pair of my highest heels. At first, I was unaware of what a collar dickie was, but after searching in order the acquire one, I found out that it is simply a piece of material consisting of just the collar portion of the shirt. They are typically worn under sweaters to give the appearance of an undershirt without adding the bulk of layers. This meant I was to be naked under the gown with just the illusion of a shirt while I sat on stage with my colleagues in front of the graduating class and their families. Talk about heart racing.
To make my daring graduation day even riskier, Jerome showed up to my house the morning of the event and fucked me in my ass so, as he said, "I would have a reminder of what a slut I was." Even though I was essentially naked under my gown, his reaming of my asshole certainly was a favorable reminder that I was his slut. During the entire ceremony, my body buzzed as I wondered if anyone could tell I wasn't wearing anything under my gown. I made sure to keep my legs close together at all times as to not give the crowd a glimpse. However, sitting through the ceremony was the easiest part, it was after that was the hardest.
