Although this is a stand-alone story, it is the thirteenth and final chapter of "The Principal's Turn Series. Liz's story needed a conclusion. The series depicts the seduction and ultimate submission of a straight professional woman, Principal Maggie Turner, by her former student and new employee, Taisha Smith.
Along the way, Taisha encounters a vindictive backstabbing thorn in the side, Liz Richards. Liz is an ambitious young teacher with eyes on Maggie's job and when she sees Taisha as a threat does her best to derail her.
Unfortunately, for Liz, she had a terrible lapse of judgement with a legal aged student, that Taisha Smith witnessed and recorded. From there Taisha took control and turned her into her personal cunt licking plaything. Had Taisha not had, Principal Turner, the object of her obsession finally in her grasp, she would have kept Lizzie, for herself. Then, she thought about her dear friend Chantelle Morris and her veracious husband Michael, and found the perfect place for her little slut, Lizzie. This final chapter reveals, the fate of her Little Lizzie, in Lizzie's own words. Like Lizzie, this chapter starts quick and is insatiable till the end.
Be advised it contains themes of Lesbian and some group sex (M,F,F), voyeurism, masturbation, and complete submission. If this is offensive to you, please find another story. If you choose to read on, please enjoy.
Special thanks to protonuser2334 and kenjisato for editing help.
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As the 3:00 o'clock bell approached, I could barely breathe. Chantelle and Michael would be here in two hours! After school, I tried to grade papers but there was no hope of concentrating. My mind raced, replaying the events of recent weeks. It seemed like a non-stop dream, as if I had watched my life unfold in a pornographic Lifetime movie.
Two hours and they would be presenting me with legal documents, a "contract," defining the terms of my agreement to be their "fuck toy." My mind could not comprehend what that might look like. The last several weeks had been a whirlwind of incredible sexual encounters, beyond anything I could have previously imagined. Even as anxiety gripped me, my body quivered in anticipation of surrendering to them. Reason had given way to unbridled lust and the unending need for more.
Taisha Smith pulled me kicking and screaming into a world of complete submission and now, I found myself helplessly addicted. But this was a whole new level. A contract! Why was I even considering this, my rational side wondered? Unfortunately, my rational side had long since faded and the relentless tingling in my groin was in control.
It all began, with my first lapse of judgment. I gave in to a forbidden fantasy with a male student, Michael, when he reached legal age. He wanted me so much, at a time my relationship with my now ex-fiancé Tony was at a stagnant point. I surrendered to animal lust on his 18th birthday and had him, in the supply room of all places. Our first encounter turned out to be much like many encounters with Tony, great for him but unfulfilling for me.
The entire event was captured on video by the new substitute teacher, Taisha Smith. She was a former student of the High School that just completed her degree in education and wanted to return to her alma mater and give back. Her closeness to Principal Turner brought out all my fears and insecurities and I saw her as a threat. I still don't fully understand why, but I treated her horribly, and tried to undermine her at every turn. Once she had the video, she sought revenge like I would never have imagined.
The following weeks were a series of degrading, sexual encounters, forcing me to pleasure her and surrender to her every whim. Sadly, these have been the most sexually satisfying weeks of my life without question. The more degrading and humiliating the encounter the stronger the orgasm she induced. I found myself completely unable to say no to her as every encounter brought new levels of excitement. Now she was giving me to her friend and her husband as if handing over a scarf to a friend on a cool night. Nontheless, from the first night I met the Morrises, and Taisha told me of her plan, I knew I wanted them.
Before the Morrises, as part of my humiliation, Taisha forced me to make videos masturbating for her and recording some of our times together so we could watch them when we could not be together. Or so I thought, but once she introduced me to the Morrises, she made me share all the videos with them, including that regrettable encounter with Michael in the supply closet. Now these complete strangers knew all of my darkest secrets. Secrets that could cost me my career, and who knew what else.
Soon, I was making videos for them too, my "audition tapes". With each one I was drawn in deeper. I lay awake at night imagining them watching the videos, planning how they would use me as their plaything. When Chantelle reached out to me and told me they wanted to take the next step, my heart raced. For the past week she had been grooming me, with a series of almost torturous video chats, working me into a frenzy, but not letting me come.
This culminated in an in person "test drive," two days ago, when she spent the day taunting me until she finally let me climax. She made it clear, my mission would be to please them both, but without question, she was the alpha. If I ever forgot that there would be consequences. The challenge, however, was to make Michael believe he was in charge. For that, I would do my best to follow Chantelle's lead.
As the time approached, I went to the restroom to freshen up. By order of Mistress Chantelle, I have been forbidden to wear panties to work, and could only wear skirts. Given the constant state of arousal she'd kept me in for the past week, I had been wearing extra perfume, for fear the scent of my arousal might be noticed.
This was the first day in a week, I was not required to provide a picture of my naked pussy to prove, I was pantyless. It was also the first workday I was not required to rub myself to near climax while video chatting with her.
Nonetheless, my imagination of what lie ahead, kept me in my own state of arousal all day. So, I washed my intimate parts and applied some special cream to give my yaya the scent of fresh roses. After all, it's important to not come across as too eager when signing up to become a fuck toy, I always say.
When they arrived, fifteen minutes early, I was pleasantly surprised and terrified at the same time. My heart raced uncontrollably as they knocked.
"Come in," I said, struggling to breathe.
"Hello Lizzie," said Chantelle with a warm smile.
They were in true "black Ken and Barbie" form. He was sharply dressed in a navy pinstripe suit and red tie. It was custom-fitted, highlighting his muscular body like Hollywood royalty on awards night. He was clean shaven with short hair, trimmed meticulously. His smile was every bit as enchanting as hers. They each had briefcases. His was the traditional hard-sided narrow case and hers a soft-sided, larger one.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Morris," I replied nervously. "You both look... Incredible." I stood up to greet them.
Chantelle wore a black suit-skirt combo with a V-neck suit jacket with only her ebony skin showing beneath. Her hair was down and flowing, managing yet again, to look professional with a dash of sexy temptress.
