Summer Wayne is a 40 year old married high school Senior English teacher that is being blackmailed by one of her students. She is required to call him Master T and she is completely under his control only one week after his discovery of her on-line profile. In just one week, Master T has had each of Summer's nipples pierced, each of her pussy lips is adorned with ring piercings and her left ear has been pierced with a large loop earring that includes three red beads that signifies to Master T that she is his. Summer has been dominated by the school janitor and now has two known masters to deal with on a daily basis. She does not know it, but Summer's weekend will be filled with servitude, tattoos and more degradation, but she doesn't yet know any of this... thanks to my friends for recommendations/suggestions for story lines especially Mike, John and Elly.
It is now Friday morning and Summer is sleeping so soundly that she does not hear the alarm at first. The alarm rang out at 5:00 AM for some reason. Her phone rang about five minutes later and it was the voice he hated to hear:
"Hello slut. Don't say anything, just listen. Today, you are to wear your button up blue jean skirt, your beige almost shear blouse, your beige lace bra & thong set, beige thigh hi hose and let's wear your red four inch pumps. See you at the donut sales booth this morning. You are to buy two doughnuts and take them to your room. I will give you more instructions then. Don't forget to weigh this morning. Goodbye slut...
Summer, laying in the comfort of her Egyptian cotton sheets, began to cry. She did not think her world could get any worse, but her young master was back in town, but that was only part of her issues this morning. She now was subject to calls from the school janitor, Calvin Williams. He had forced her to please him in the girl's locker room last night and she found that the more dominant he was with her the more submissive and willing to please she became.
Summer's thoughts went back to Calvin and his large cock. Then, she thought about his step son, William Demps, and how she watched him fuck poor Marsha Edwards in the boy's shower as it had been arranged by Melanie Hart. Summer's hands began to rub her stomach and breasts as her mind carried her back to the erotic events in the locker rooms. Her mind also found its way back to her class room when she was on her desk awaiting the arrival of her young Master T.
Todd Spillers had started all of this and she could not find a way to extricate herself out of the dangerous yet erotic situation in which she finds herself. Summer knew that she was in trouble, but her body now craved the attention as well as domination that she was receiving. She had always tried to please her husband James, but he was not the dominant type. Todd, for a young man, was very dominant and he knew which of her buttons to push.
Summer's fingers found their way to the erect clit now moistened because of her thoughts. Her right hand found the slit between her pussy lips and she stroked herself there until her fingers were soaked with her juices. Summer then ran her fingers up to her even more erect clit and began to circle the small head with her middle two fingers. Her left hand found her breasts where she alternated between each by pulling and twisting.
Summer's hips began to move to meet the demands of the fingers of her right hand. She quickened her pace and increased the pressure she was applying to her nipples. Summer noticed that the piercings in her nipples no longer hurt when twisted or pulled. She did notice that when they were squeezed, there was some residual pain, but she was pleased that she healed quickly from the piercings she only received last Saturday.
Maybe it was the early morning alarm. Or, it could have been hearing her young master's voice so early in the morning. Or, it could be the combination of the mental stimulation she was receiving from flashbacks from last night as well as the early hour and her master's voice. But no matter the reasons, her body was soon rocketing towards the first of what Summer knew would be many orgasms directed by her young master.
Summer finished her bathroom routine and then immediately slipped on her white lace thong panties and her six inch white slut heels. She grabbed her sheer white satin robe, but only draped it over her arm as she walked from her bedroom and down the wooden stairs to the main level of her house.
When Summer reached the main floor, she turned to her left and headed to the front door. She wanted to get the morning paper to read with her coffee. She knew that her day was going to be bad. Summer wanted to at least have a small respite from the pending humiliations and manipulations that she would be subjected to at the hands of her young master as well as at the hands of the janitor most likely.
Summer retrieved the paper from her front porch without any issues. She heard her heels clicking on the hardwood flooring echo through-out the main floor of her house as she walked back to the kitchen. She placed the paper on the center island of the kitchen and turned on the Keurig one cup coffee maker. While the water heated, Summer casually thumbed through the morning edition of the city paper. She found that her readings went to the metro section of the paper as that was the area of the paper where local news items were posted. She placed a container of hazelnut coffee into the brew station, pressed start and watched as the hot liquid filled her favorite cup.
Summer took her coffee and paper out onto the back patio of her house where she sat in her favorite patio chair. It was a rather warm morning for September and she felt like a little fresh air would help her get ready for her day. She then thought back to the sexual assault that her best friend Lisa and her husband Steve forced on her this past Sunday afternoon. She became wet thinking about being forced to fuck herself with the Corona beer bottle. She was hopeful that her nosey next door neighbor, Mr. Johnson, had not been home to witness her debauchery.
Summer was dressed only in her white thong and six inch heels as was required by her young master. She was not worried about being seen as her patio was completely private. She saw where the landscape crew had repaired the sprinkler head as well as the lawn that had been damaged by the leaky head. Summer casually sipped at her hazelnut coffee and absentmindedly thumbed through the paper. Her mind was taken back to laying on the lounge chair as Lisa's husband Steve fed his cock into her just pierced pussy. She was amazed at how far she had fallen since sending that stupid picture of herself. And now, she was wondering why in the world she had ever gone to that website. She was bored of course, but why did she do it? Well that was a question for another day.
Summer poured the remnants of her coffee into the shrubby as she headed back inside. She could hear her footsteps as the white heels clicked across the tile floor of the kitchen as her cellphone rang. She looked down and saw the feared number, Master T.
"Hi Master T," Summer said.
"Good morning my slut. How are you feeling today," Todd asked.
"Master T, I am ok, but growing concerned about your continued domination of me. I am your teacher. It is time for you to stop and let me go about my life as a teacher, mother and wife," Summer meekly replied.
"Well Slut, I will determine when I no longer desire to have you serve me as my slut," Todd angrily said into his phone.
"But, Master T, I have done everything you have asked of me since I sent you that very private picture. Can't you just let it go at that? I am not sure how much longer I can go on this way," cried the poor English teacher.
