Summary: Teacher is given to three 18-year-old ex-students for the weekend.
NOTE 1: Obviously, if you haven't read parts 1 and 2, I highly recommend you do before reading this part 3.
NOTE 2: This story is dedicated to the beautiful Julie... and to the just as beautiful Sydney.
NOTE 3: Thanks to Estragon for his dedication to making my work better. An updated draft was redone in February 2019 with help from Tex Beethoven.
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With my daughter Elaine back home, the evenings returned to being routine: supper, Wii game, homework and bedtime story. Once she was in bed I attempted to mark papers, but the upcoming weekend continued to creep out of my subconscious into haunting my conscious thoughts. This weekend, Mistress Constance was giving me to her daughter and friends as a gift. I could only begin to imagine what might happen. Whenever that naughty event wasn't spinning in my brain, the thought of Amy and our potential relationship occupied my mind. At work her smile made me smile, and although we hadn't had a major conversation about the wonderful fireworks that had happened between us, I knew neither of us regretted it, and we both looked forward to doing it again. If and when we might move in together was a different topic, and especially because of her marital status (married to and still living with an amazingly understanding and supportive husband named Winston) and both of us having kids, a topic that would require much careful thought.
At work I'd been left alone by Constance's other three subs, for which I was incredibly thankful. Life had slowly begun to return to my life before Constance's seduction of me.
Then came Friday...
I was a nervous wreck at work and if it weren't for Amy, I don't know how I would have made it through the day. At lunch, in my classroom with the door locked, I frantically burst out with, "Amy, I can't go through with this! I just can't!"
Amy comforted me, "Hannah, I love you, but you're being a drama queen."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I know you're stressed about it, I understand that. But have a look: the truth is, you're also really excited about the weekend, aren't you?"
I thought about it and realized she was right. Although on the one hand I had stressed continually about this ever since I'd learned what was expected of me, at least in broad strokes knowing I was to serve as a sex slave to some eighteen-year-old girls, but completely in the dark about any specifics, on the other hand I'd also gotten wet very frequently from thinking about Mistress Constance's beautiful daughter Karli. Last night I had a vivid, pussy dripping dream about being her personal sex toy. "Yes, but..." I began.
"No buts. I'm so happy Mistress Constance seduced you, because that's what brought us together. But truthfully (my but... you're still not allowed one, my pet), I'm a bit jealous of these teen girls getting to have their way with you all weekend. All I've had is a couple of hours with you, life changing as they were."
"Really? You're jealous?"
"Yes, don't you get it, Hannah? I've loved you for a long time and now that I finally know there's a real possibility of you and me becoming an 'us', I have to compete with hot fucking eighteen-year-olds."
"I want to spend lots of time with you too, Amy. A lifetime, as a matter of fact."
"Good. So on Tuesday Winston can look after our kids on his own, your ex can continue looking after Elaine through the weekend until Wednesday evening, and we'll go out on a date."
"In public?" I asked.
"Well I won't molest you in plain view of anyone, but yes. Anyone who sees us will just see two friends, but you and I will both know it's a date. I trust our souls will be connecting pretty much the entire time."
"That sounds wonderful," I replied, excited.
"Good, I'll make the plans while you're out whoring it up with a bunch of teen goddesses."
"Haha."
It was then I was paged over the intercom. I looked at Amy, suddenly anxious again. She shrugged. "They usually behave at school. This could actually be school business."
"Right, of course," I agreed dubiously.
I went to the office and the collar-wearing secretary Alice handed me an envelope and whispered, "It's from our Mistress."
I took it and turned to go back to class, when I heard Alice's singsong voice, "Have fun this weekend."
It could have been her typical politeness, or now that I knew her dark side, it could have meant she knew very well what my weekend would include.
I turned around and knew instantly from her sly smirk that there was no question: she definitely knew about my upcoming submission to a bunch of eighteen-year-olds. I don't know why I said it, maybe to get rid of her smug smile or maybe to make her jealous, if any of that makes sense, but I responded cheerfully, "Oh, I plan on having loads of fun." I winked saucily and sauntered away.
Dear Hannah,
I will pick you up at your house at 6 o'clock. I expect you dressed to please and packed for two days. I recommend a couple of bathing suits, lingerie, and whatever else you may deem necessary.
As mentioned before, you will be a birthday present for my daughter, Karli. She doesn't know about you yet. While at the cabin, you are to obey EVERY order any of the girls give you. You are to serve their every whim completely.
Mistress Constance
P.S.-I am happy to hear you and one of my other lesbian sluts Amy, may be getting intimate. Be a good sub this weekend and I won't get in the way... at least not too much.
So this servitude to her daughter was only to last for the weekend! Wonderful news! Going forward, one less distraction from Amy! The note didn't really say anything else new, and for some reason the encounter with our secretary Alice had somehow given me an odd, stubborn confidence. If I ignored the fact these would likely all be ex-students of mine, what was really happening was a weekend sex retreat... and no longer than that... with some hot teenagers. As I walked down the hallway my pussy began to get wet, and I had to wrench my focus back to a place suitable for teaching my young students.
The afternoon was uneventful, and it flew by like most afternoons do with twenty-four grade four students.
When the day was done, Amy came in to offer me a final reassurance. "It'll be ok, Hannah."