Early next morning Hollie slipped out of bed leaving Roger undisturbed. She looked at the young man, her student, sleeping peacefully. She smiled broadly with contentment. The wicked things he was doing to her were both disturbing and exciting. It was impossible to escape the conclusion this was the most wonderful relationship she had ever experienced.
It was wrong to be sharing her bed with a student, but the excitement of an illicit affair was too strong to resist. Roger was too strong to resist. He had forced her to submit, yet how could she complain after receiving such intimate attention. He was demanding and caring, all at the same time.
The two conflicting influences had her panting for more.
In a dressing gown Hollie made breakfast for two. Even this simple chore was new and exciting. Cooking for her young handsome man was a delight.
"Here you are, breakfast in bed," she said.
Watching him ravish the food, reminded her of how he ravished her, always with great enthusiasm. After last night she had to feed him up, ready for tonight. The thought made her giggle.
"You're happy this morning," he laughed, between mouthfuls. He swilled the egg and bacon down with a swig of coffee.
"Get my bag, I have something for you. Don't peek!" he warned.
"We don't have time for games. We need to get to school," Hollie complained.
He pulled her over the bed and playfully slapped her bottom.
"Alright, I give in, let me go!" she squealed in delight.
Her round rump looked so tantalising he leant forward and kissed it. He licked her fresh smelling bottom, tickling it with light fingertip touches.
"Nooo! Please sir, let me go," Hollie yelped.
"You look good and taste good enough to eat. What do you say?" he asked, with a devilish look plastered across his face.
He was trying to look stern, though it was too difficult. He wanted to laugh from feeling so happy. He was in his teacher's bed slapping her bare ass. She had given up complaining about this mistreatment instead she complied with his demands. It was a perfect arrangement, for him, though she was obviously enjoying it too.
"Yes, sir, what ever you say sir," she laughed. Giving in hadn't been an option, as she had learnt that he always got what he wanted.
Quickly returning to him, she keenly watched with a shiver of anxiety and excitement, as he delved into the bag. What gift of torment he had for her was eagerly awaited.
"Here put these on while I shower. Nothing else until I'm ready for you," he told her.
"Yes, sir," she demurely answered.
It was becoming a habit, allowing him to dress and undress her. He was controlling more and more of her life. At least this wasn't something terrible rather, it was a nice surprise. Knowing it was another small step toward being totally his wasn't so bad. It was an exciting adventure!
Once dressed as ordered, she fixed her make-up. The small pierced earrings were a constant reminder of that dreadful evening. At least the ones in her nipples and bud were small enough to hide. Hearing him drying off she stood up, almost at attention, to wait for him.
She felt a little foolish doing this for one of her students, but it had become a habit. For a moment she wondered what was happening to her. She was submitting to him more and more, yet surely it should have been the other way around.
He came in rubbing his hair with a towel. The fresh male smell was worth waiting for, as it gave her a slight thrill. He looked at her. His smile turned to a broad grin, quickening her pulse. He was naked and obviously liking what he saw.
"Wow! You look gorgeous. So sexy, I really could eat you all up," he grinned.
"No! Please sir, not now, we'll be late," she groaned. It was difficult to resist but someone had to think of something else other than sex.
"We had better hurry up then. Pull your panties down to your knees," he commanded.
"Oh! No! Please sir," Hollie softly protested.
"I'm going to inspect your pussy, to make sure it's smooth," he informed her.
"Oh!" she managed to whisper.
Reluctantly Hollie pulled her panties down, with a seductive roll of her hips. She stood before him wearing a black silk push up bra, with matching panties. They were see-through, though that didn't matter now because they were tightly slung around her knees. She stood with legs slightly apart to keep them there.
The suspender belt was part of the matching set. When he pulled the underwear from his bag, she thought they would be a cheap nylon set, scratchy and uncomfortable. The fine black silk was a delight to wear. That he had correctly guessed her size was a surprise. He was full of surprises, not always as pleasant as this.
The sheer stockings had a black sheen. The high heels complimented her legs. Not used to them she wobbled a little, and was reminded to stand upright. She couldn't help admiring the outfit in the mirror. Not something to choose for school, though who would know except him.
Hollie felt his hot breath upon her bare pussy. He looked up at her and smiled. She had to look away when seeing his hand about to touch her. It was humiliating being examined down there by a student before school, though so terribly arousing.
Without a thought she had shaved her lips bare, for him, for her lover and master.
"Nice! Very nice! Smooth and fresh, ready to eat," Roger teased. He took a deep breath detecting the aroma of excitement. He placed a finger against her bud and gently pressed.
"Am I ringing any bells?" he asked.
"Yes sir. No! Please, sir, not now. Tonight, anything you want tonight," she breathlessly moaned.
"I'll hold you to that," he laughed.
She knew he would. It took all her willpower to resist grabbing a hold of him there and then. Calling him 'sir' was just another habit acquired at his insistence. Hollie knew it underlined their relationship, but couldn't resist his demands.
***
In class one or two students noticed the high heels, though nothing was said. Hollie couldn't get out of her mind what she was wearing. The underwear was sexy, though it was the fact that a student had bought the set, and made her wear it, which had her thoughts in turmoil.
Every time she crossed her legs, a buzzing sound of the stockings reminded her she had been dressed for his pleasure. Submitting to that intimate inspection came to mind too often. If she wasn't careful she would become too aroused to think straight. That led on to wondering about his devious plans for tonight, and her promise to submit.
At break-time she had to rush to the restroom to splash her face with cold water and fix her makeup. At lunch time she hurried there to lock herself in a cubicle. Biting her lip she tried not to touch herself. It was no good resisting the urge. She pulled the crotch of the panties to one side and grabbed a hold of her pussy.
She held it tight, imagining it was her lover's hand. He would know what to do to her, what she needed. A finger rubbed against her bud pulling a whispered groan from between her lips. When a couple of colleagues walked in she quickly pulled her panties up, feeling guilty.
If they knew she was lusting after a student they would pity her. If they found out she was submitting to him, letting him master her, they would revile her. She dare not walk out now, for they would see she was so near an orgasm. Hollie felt weak and pathetic. There was no way out, and no way to escape Roger, her dominant lover. She was trapped! He had her right where he wanted and they both knew it.
Walking back to class she saw that horrendous young girl flirting with her man. A sudden mean feeling of jealousy overwhelmed her better judgement. Hollie desperately needed to use all her authority, as a teacher, to put the girl in her place.
Striding up to the pair of them, she abruptly halted, only just refraining from making a fool of herself. What could she say or do? They were both eighteen year olds, entitled to talk to each other at lunch time. She was supposed to be a responsible teacher, not a silly slut besotted with a student.
She felt helpless and foolish. They ignored her, seeming wrapped up in their own world where teachers didn't exist. Embarrassed from ineptness, unable to think straight, she became desperate.
"Roger, may I have a word?" Hollie politely asked. Hollie managed a wane smile for the girl, as Roger turned to her. His pleasant open smile melted the anger away in an instant. She blushed like a silly young thing.
"Your project needs some attention," she began to explain. The innocent phrase took on a whole new meaning, as she considered it meant her. She was his pet project, his special sex project. It was true, she needed his attention.
"I need to see to my project, see you later," Roger told the girl. He walked off with Hollie, to her classroom. When they were out of earshot he spoke to his teacher. "Is my project feeling as sexy as it looks?" he asked.
"Yes," Hollie responded, not meaning to, only she was so damn hot. It was bad enough letting him work her up in her apartment, but here in school, it was so very wrong. The danger of it was working her up, until she trembled with passion.
In the relative safety of her empty classroom, Hollie turned on him. Before she had a chance to off-load the anger, he stopped her with a kiss. He wrapped her in his arms deeply caressing her.
"I'm sorry, sir," she stuttered, when able to take a breath.
"Don't worry about her she's nothing, just someone to put everyone off from suspecting us. You know that. Don't you? You are mine, I'm your master, tell me," he demanded.
"Yes, master, I'm yours," she whispered.
