(Thanks for all the feedback on my first story. Some of them were nice, some were mean but all were constructive. Thank you for that. I am always looking for suggestions so feel free to send them to me. Enjoy this chapter.)
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The sound of alarm woke me. It's five am, what the fuck, why am I waking up this early. Carrie. Yes, she's the reason. Should I have called her my mistress? Nah, it's my head, I'll think whatever I want to. Or is it? I mean she did say I belong to her. I do what she says. I don't have to think about anything other than being her slut. That sounded simple enough. But why was I doing this? Didn't I love my life? Didn't I love my confidence? Didn't I love Kirstin? Kirstin, what will she think about all this? I can't tell her. I love her. But what I feel for Carrie is also love. Or at least I think it is. Well, it's complicated. It's ten past five. Shit!! I am going to be late. I get out of bed and into my bathroom. That's when I realized, I was still naked. Why was I naked? Mistress was not here. How would she know? Who's there to tell her? Why did I obey her instructions when she was not even here? These questions were bothering me a lot.
No time to think. I have to hurry, get to school in time. I showered quickly. Shaved my pussy as instructed. As I opened my wardrobe to find something appropriate to wear to school I remembered. I no longer had any sensible clothes. Mistress took them all. I chose a Black skirt and white top. The top was mostly good. But there was one problem with it. I'm sure you would have guessed by now. The top became transparent when wet. With the absence of a bra, this was even more of a concern. I was fucked. The skirt was modest. Average length, at least 4 inches below my pussy. I think mistress missed this one. I wore my coat over the top and was about to walk out with my car keys when I got this weird feeling like I was forgetting something. What am I forgetting???
Fuck it. I can't remember. I walked out towards my car. Driving to school wearing a skirt and no panties was very distracting. I could constantly feel air on my pussy. It was very arousing. I'm pretty sure I'm wet, maybe dripping even. Can't get distracted. Got to get to school.
I arrived five minutes late. Mistress is going to be pissed. Walking briskly towards the elevator I felt the stares. They can tell. They can tell what a dirty little slut I am, not wearing any bra and underwear. I enter the elevator and press the button to the fifth floor. As the door to the elevator is about to close, a hand interrupts it. Fuck. Seriously?
The door opens slowly and the face of Mr. Red appears in front of me. I freeze. Mr. Red is the school principal A.K.A my boss.
"Good morning, Eva." He said staring at my chest. I hate this guy. I know hate is a strong word to use but I really do hate him. He is a perv. He is always hitting on the female staff, talking inappropriately and staring. Oh god, his staring, staring at breasts, staring at asses, staring at each and every curve. I get the appeal the female form has but don't be this obvious.
"Good morning, sir" I said. Hoping my time in the elevator with this perv ends soon. Standing in the elevator I could feel his eyes traveling all over my body. My breasts, my midriff, my ass all of them were under his observation. Could he tell? Could I tell my lack of panties? The absence of any visible panty lines should be an easy giveaway.
The small time it took to the fifth floor felt like an hour. As the elevator door opened I walked out of the elevator quietly, wishing him a good day. I cannot tell him to go fuck himself, now can I?
Walking towards Mistress' room I could feel the familiar tingle in my pussy. My head was running wild. What will happen in her room? What does being her sub mean for me in my workplace? Surely she can't expect me to dress anymore provocatively than I am already. She won't make me do anything that will put my job in danger. She cares for me. She loves me. Classes were about to start any second. I should be in my room. Feeling a range of emotions from fear to anticipation and arousal I knocked on the door.
"Come in." that's all she said.
I walked in timidly and immediately recognized disappointment on her face. I was late. I failed her.
"We don't have much time before classes start. You are already late. You will be punished slut." I cringed at being called a slut at school. Anyone could hear her.
"And you will be. Meet me in the staff washroom in the administration wing during the break." She said. I have disappointed her. I will do anything to make up for it.
"As for now, strip." She said. I wanted to please her. I did as I was told. I removed my coat and slowly started to unbutton my shirt. Naked from the waist above, I looked at my mistress' face to see her reaction. I saw more disappointment. What did I do now? I pushed my skirt down and stood in her office stark naked. Anybody could walk in through the door at any moment and see me in this state. I was scared. If caught this could jeopardize my career. More than that the humiliation would be unbearable. But the risk was worth it. I cannot loose Carrie.
"I see you did not completely follow my instructions, slut." What was she talking about? I shaved, didn't wear any panties, put rubber bands over my nipples. Oh, fuck!! I completely forgot about the rubber bands.
She walked towards me with bands in her hand. Pinching my already hard nipples she put them over my right nipple and did the same with the left one. I could feel a slight ache over them. They were hurting but would keep my nipples hard.
"Did you rub yourself to near orgasm twice this morning?" she asked coldly. What was I doing? How could I forget? I stayed silent, slightly lowering my head in shame. I had disappointed her again.
"You need to be taught a lesson, slut. You will not defy me. You will follow every command I give like your life depends on it. "She said as she walked up to me and slapped me. I felt like crying. Walking back to her table, she opened her purse and pulled out two silver balls from it. They were attached together by a nylon string.
"Put this in your pussy, slut." That's all she said.
She handed me the balls. They were cold and heavy. I touched my pussy to lubricate it but found it to be very wet already. Why was I enjoying this so much? I should be terrified, embarrassed and humiliated. But I didn't feel any of it. All I felt was my eagerness to please her. I wanted to make up for my mistakes and make her proud. Finally, I inserted the balls into my pussy but without my panties they would slip out.
"You are to keep the Ben Wa balls inside your pussy till I remove them myself or tell you to do it. Do not let them slip out, slut. Now get dressed and leave. There is a class waiting for you." This will be difficult. I was so wet that I was pretty sure that the balls would slip out as soon as I start walking. Clenching my pussy muscles I picked up my shirt and buttoned it. Pulling up my skirt and putting on my coat, I started to leave.
"And, remember you are not to cum without my permission."
Walking out of her room I looked at my watch. It was 8:15 AM. I am fifteen minutes late to my class. I started walking quickly towards my room. I could feel the balls moving inside me, arousing me further. I don't know if I can spend the next three hours without cumming with this much stimulation. Clenching my pussy was also very tiring. I reached outside my class and stopped to catch my breath and waited for the arousal to slowly subside. I am a teacher. I enjoy teaching, I can do this.
I opened the class door and walked in. After settling the class, I walked over to my supply closet to retrieve my marker. There was just one. I swear I had a full box on Friday. Concentrate on teaching, Eva. I walked over to the board and started teaching.
The first two classes went relatively normal. I could still feel the balls inside me moving as I moved. It was difficult to concentrate. But it was nothing I couldn't handle. The constant fear of the balls slipping out was, what was actually troubling me. Somehow I taught the first two classes in a somewhat professional manner. When the third class started is when monotony of normal classes ended.
It all started when marker ran out of ink. I'll have to get new ones from the supply manager, my mistress. I was in dilemma. Should I go myself to get a new box of markers or should I send someone else? Wanting to maintain the uneventfulness of the previous two classes I decided to send a student to get them. He returned and handed me the box. It seems like I made the right decision.
As I opened the box to get a new marker, I was shocked with what I saw. There was another pair of ben wa ball inside it with a note. What was she thinking sending this 'stuff' to my classroom? What if the student had opened the box? I picked up the note and read it.