***Authors Disclaimer***
This is a work of fiction. As such, it should only be seen as a work of fiction. Every character and every scene and every action is all fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Every character in this work of fiction is of legal age.
The story explores dark themes like non-consent in the form of bdsm, bondage, forced orgasm, oral, vaginal, public humiliation and probably also some really kinky stuff.
If any of this in any way offends you, you will want to skip this story.
And please excuse my grammar/errors in the writing. English is not my first language.
***End of Disclaimer***
I woke up and remembered last night. What a nightmare my life had become. Barking like a dog in a restaurant. How much worse than that could it get? I masturbated on camera. What would he do with that footage? Was it just for his personal use? Jacking off to it whenever he wanted to. Or would he use it some other way?
I could only imagine what I must have looked like in that footage. On the couch with my legs spread rubbing my clit. My tits flapping and bouncing. The expression on my face when I came.
I got out of bed after cursing myself. I just wanted to lay there and never get up. I would have to embarrass myself again today in front of my students. It made my stomach turn. On top of all this, Carl could send me new instructions at any time. Which was a torment on its own.
After a shower and a small breakfast, I sighed and walked out the front door and headed for the bus.
***
My first class went along kind of well. There had been some whispers and some giggles. Eric and Jacob gave each other some smiles and looks. But just before the class ended, I noticed some whispers between Eric and a girl named Chloe. It almost looked like Eric were coaxing her into something. She looked a bit hesitant, but her arm shot up in the air.
"Yes Chloe?" I said a bit nervous.
"Are you really allowed to have you blouse presented in that way? None of the other teachers do."
There was now dead silence in the classroom and all eyes were fixed on me. And I saw many smiles and amused looks. Red in the face with shame I felt how my throat became dry. I could feel a heat course through my body as my shame just increased with each second. I did not have a good answer for this. "Well.. Chloe... I feel more comfortable. It's really tight around my neck." They all looked at me.
Under his breath I heard Eric say, "And other parts..." Obviously referring to my big breasts in this tight blouse.
At that moment it was as if the rest of the class all became one. They all gasped at the same time, and then their eyes darted from Eric to me. I could feel myself turning even more red with shame. I had to hold my ground, put my foot down and let them know that talking to a teacher like that was not okay! But Chloe got in between.
She said, "But it is not allowed. The rules are very clear on that!"
It put me off balance, I was at a loss for words. I scrambled my brain trying to find something to say, I panicked and just blurted out in a sharp tone, "I know that Chloe, but maybe we don't need to let anyone know. Maybe not make such a big deal about it?" They all looked at each other. and all of a sudden, the bell rang, and class was over. There were lots of whispers as they left the classroom. The students looked more at my chest then my face as they left. Chloe gave me a look that said that this was not over.
***
The rest of the school day were a lot simpler. But my stomach was in a constant state of worry. The confrontation from my first class still lingered, and Carl could text or come by at any moment and make my life more of a hell then it already was. But the day went on, and there were whispers and giggles behind my back throughout the day. But no one else confronted me about my cleavage.
At the end of the day, I looked around for Carl. I would wait and catch another bus if I saw him. But he was not to be seen. So, I walked out just as the bus came in and went home alone. He was not waiting outside my apartment either. I checked my phone, no messages. I opened the apartment door and were for some reason afraid that he would be in there waiting. He had no key, so I don't know why he would be there. But after a thorough search I could finally breath. I was alone!
The hours passed and I had dinner and wound down with a movie. I fell asleep on the couch and woke in the middle of the night. I reached for the phone in panic. Had he sent a text? Had I missed something and would be punished? But nothing. Not a single word for the entire day. I brushed my teeth and went to bed. I slept throughout the night and got some well needed rest.
***
Five days had passed, and I had not seen Carl once, he had sent me 2 texts during these five days. Both were for an update on what my students had said/done regarding my cleavage. I responded both times that it had become less whispers and giggles. Although They had not stopped completely.
And the day I had dreaded the most which were Friday and my first class with Carl. But he never turned up for class. Since he still sent me texts, I knew he had not stopped tormenting me. I concluded that he was either sick, away on travel, or maybe a close relative had died or something similar?
But today was Sunday and I had not heard a word from Carl since Friday morning. For the first time I could feel a calm throughout my body. I had been productive most of the day. When I got up, I ate a great breakfast, and I took my sweet time doing it. Then I skyped my father.
After a longer conversation with my dad where I ensured him, everything was great. He said that I had not sounded like myself the past few days. It took some convincing.
After that I took a nice, long walk and got an ice cream and ate it in the sun. On my way home I stopped at a grocery store and got the essentials. Pepsi max, chocolate, and a bag of chips.
Finally at home I did the dishes and washed some clothes. My dress that Carl cut up were close to going in the garbage. But I were afraid that he might punish me if I did, so I saved it just in case. After laundry I started on a new book, and I noticed after a while that I smiled for the first time in about a week. It almost felt strange, like it was familiar and yet not.
Then to top the night off I watched a chick-flick and stuffed my face. I ate the whole chocolate, and half the bag of chips. I fell asleep before the movie had ended.
I woke up on the couch by a loud sound that sounded again and again. I did not recognize the sound. I finally figured out it was my doorbell. It struck me that I had never heard it before. My panic level rose to sky-high in a matter of seconds. Who other than Carl could it be? Looking at the time, it said 06.32. My alarm was set to 06.45. I headed for the door. Still with a blurry vision from being woken up.
I open the door and there he was. Carl in the flesh.
"Missed me sweetheart?" He says, smiling at me.
I would celebrate if he was run over by a car and died. And I hate that he calls me sweetheart. "Yes, Sir!" I said with a sigh.
"Ye, I know you have. I have been away for five days, and no hug. What have I done to deserve this treatment?" He said, fucking with me.
I awkwardly reached out to hug him. He squeezes my ass in return. When he released my ass, I let go of the hug. He then walks right past me into the living room like he owned the place.
