Sami was embarrassed when she took her clothes off to put on her pajamas. That night, she laid in her bed, thinking about what happened, what her options were and what the hell she was going to do now—how did she get blackmailed by her professor? She spent the whole day alone, hiding her braless chest from her friends—how was she going to explain that?
Sami barely slept, and when she woke up she was groggy of the events from yesterday—until she looked in the mirror. There, across her chest, were the faded words "I am a sex slave," and just at once it all came rushing back to her. Exhausted, she scrawled back over the words, reminded she had to wear the words for the rest of the week. She followed Master's command, going without a bra, but decided to hide her C-cup tits with an oversized sweatshirt, and finished the ensemble with a pair of black leggings and a black thong.
She snapped a picture of her boring outfit and sent it to the contact labeled "Master" in her phone, putting it down before grabbing the rest of her things for classes that day. When Sami returned, she looked down to see that Master had asked for a picture of her tits. Sighing, she complied—taking off her sweatshirt—it was better here and now than when she was in class.
For the rest of the day, things almost went as normal, besides the feeling of her tits rubbing against the sweatshirt. Some things couldn't be avoided. Sami made it until her last class of the day, a large lecture on physics, before her phone buzzed and she saw Master had texted her one word, "pussy."
Sami's mind went into overhaul, trying to figure out where and when she was going to send the photo—lecture had just begun and she was sitting in the front, a long ways from the exits. Her blush was rising when she stood up and shuffled her way over the laps of the people sitting next to her, hoping the professor wouldn't call her out on it.
She made it up the stairs, aware all the eyes in the hall were on her and thankful no one could notice her swinging tits. Finally reaching the closest bathroom, she checked her phone to see twelve minutes had passed and stripped off her leggings and underwear in the stall, reaching down and taking a photo of her bushy pussy, sending it to Master and watching it deliver with one minute to spare.
Sighing, Sami began to gather herself and pull up her pants, only to feel her phone buzz again and a message: "Slut, I told you to shave your pussy and yet its hairier than a bear. Tonight you will shave it, our the punishment will be even worse, but for now you must take your panties off and stick them in your mouth. They will stay there until I tell you to let go. You may not take them out at any moment, if you do the world will see what a slut you are. Is that understood?"
Sami was scared as hell, suddenly remembering she was supposed to shave—she totally forgot. Her gears were turning, debating on if Professor Hendricks, her master, would know if she did it or not. Playing on the safe side, like she always did, she took her panties off and rolled them into a tight ball that barely left room for her tongue in her mouth. A couple of tears rolled down her cheek when she checked herself in the mirror to make sure she looked inconspicuous, how was she letting this man tell her what to do?
After wiping her tears away, she walked back to the lecture hall, all eyes back on her. Step after step as she descended she felt more and more embarrassed, but also became more aroused—something about the possibility of the entire class knowing she had her panties in her mouth, the embarrassment, turned her on. Sami shoved her way back through the mess of legs, humming a sound that was similar to "Excuse me" without opening her mouth.
The class wore on, and Sami's arousal diminished from a peak high walking down the stairs to a dull buzz. The lecture finished and there was still no text from her Master. Sighing, she packed her things up and started for her home, making it halfway before she got a text from her Master: "Send me a photo of yourself with your mouth open in a public place, then meet me at my office in twenty minutes."
Sami's eyes grew wide and her arousal stirred as she took a photo of her mouth stuffed with black lace. Looking back on the photo before she sent it, she could see a boy staring at her from his seat on a bench about twenty feet behind her. Turning, she saw him still staring. A force took over her, and Sami decided to wave to him, opening her mouth for him to see, before promptly turning and walking back toward Professor Hendricks' office. Sami could feel her pussy start to drip after showing herself off like that.
She made it to her Master's office and knocked on the door before hearing him say, "Come in."
"Strip." He ordered when the door closed behind her. Sami opened her mouth, reaching her hand halfway through before a sharp "Stop, what do you think you're doing!" stopped her in her tracks.
"You're to keep that in until I tell you otherwise," Master told her. Nodding, she proceeded to take her leggings and sweatshirt off to reveal her unshaved, engorged pussy and pale, hard-nippled tits.
Master smiled before commanding her to put her hand on his desk and bend over, ass in the air. Sami complied, watching as he moved around toward her ass, slowly taking his belt off. He put a finger up against her slit and began rubbing her, feeling her soaking lips as she pushed her hips up against his fingers.
"Someone enjoyed their punishment a bit too much," he said before pulling his fingers away from her and a loud WHACK filled the air as Professor Hendricks smacked her ass with his belt. Sami yelled into her panties, caught off-guard and in immense pain.
"Now, now pet, we wouldn't want to be caught would we?" Master told her. She whimpered a response before another lash hit. "You've got three left and then your punishment is over. Next time you disobey me, its ten full lashes, understood?" Another moan filled the room in assent before a whack.
"You're starting to look like a zebra." WHACK, whimper.
