In class Hollie was quiet and the students quickly caught onto her mood. Earlier in the year she had asserted her authority, so now they were glad to just get on with their work without much supervision. Besides, it was near the end term so they had the party to think about, and were winding down for the summer break.
Lunchtime came around too slowly, and as anticipated Roger appeared as soon as the students left her class. She needed her master to remove the butt plug, so she would have to submit to him, even here in what should have been her domain.
She stood up as soon as he entered, standing to attention before him. It was embarrassing feeling so submissive, while hearing students noisily passing outside in the corridor. The classroom was silent, a moment Hollie usually enjoyed.
She shivered in anticipation when he strode up to her to stand very close. She smiled up at him with a longing look.
"Master," she sighed.
"Open up the jacket," he said.
She had kept the jacket on as a symptom of needing to protect her body. Besides that, the nipple rings might show through the thin silk bra and white cotton blouse. Feeling his hands over her breasts through the blouse, her face reddened in embarrassment.
He pinched her nipples and pulled on the nipple rings, watching them grow proud of the thin cotton. Embarrassment turned to humiliation, as he pushed his hand up the skirt to feel between her legs.
"Please master, I need to go to the bathroom," she stated. Her breathing was ragged from being so heated from his touch, and his powerful presence.
He kept a hold of her sex, preventing her from escaping, though he knew what she meant. "It stays in all day. Do you understand?" he asked.
"But master, I need it removed for the bathroom, please!" she implored him, with words and a desperate look in her eyes. She had of course tried to remove it, but there was some kind of mechanism holding it in.
She had intended to avoid calling him master in her class, with the hope of limiting his power over her to outside of school. Needing him to remove the butt plug was just an excuse to defer to him. As soon as he was close, a shiver of excitement brought on an overwhelming thrill, bringing with it a need to be controlled.
"Follow me, slave girl," he ordered.
Discreetly she followed her master, trying to look casual, as though they were not together. She had to leave the jacket in class, so anyone could see her erect nipples protruding through the blouse. A faint outline of the small piercing rings was clearly visible. That wasn't what made her so nervous. She was worried about where he was taking her, and what he had planned.
When he walked into the first aid room she hesitated, fiddling with her bag, desperately hoping no one would see her follow him in. Looking around to ensure no one would notice, she quickly slipped in to the room. She needed that damn butt plug removed, so there was no choice, she had to capitulate to his demands.
"Bend over," Roger ordered.
With a momentary thought of how inappropriate this behaviour was for a teacher, she bent over the cot, and lifted the back of her skirt. He pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them. She only just resisted a desire to wiggle her ass at him, to entice him with her pussy that was now rudely protruding between her thighs.
It hit her hard that she had become such an appalling slut under his influence. Fiddling with the butt plug excited her, which was a new and confusing experience. It had never occurred to her that anal stimulation could be arousing. She hoped it was because it was him doing it to her, and not another perversion he had taught her.
"In there, and make sure you clean yourself up," he demanded.
"Thank you master," she whispered. It should have been humiliating being told to clean herself up for him, yet she felt grateful to be allowed to use the toilet. His control of her body and mind was becoming so ingrained she accepted it.
Scuttling back to him she again bent over. Her thoughts were racing with trepidation over where they were and how dangerous this was. To be caught with a student would be fatal to her career. Being caught having him fit a butt plug into her bottom would be extremely shameful.
"Does my slave girl want something else, something big and hard inside her?" Roger asked his teacher.
"Oh! Master! Yes please master," Hollie whispered. As the words left her lips she shivered from fear. She really did need his cock, but here in school it was so wrong, and so very dangerous.
"Ask properly," he demanded.
Not wanting to risk her career she nevertheless capitulated to a deep need. "Please, master, take your slave girl, make your slave girl happy, please," she whispered. The close sound of two students arguing outside the door was frightening and arousing.
"Do you want your master to spank you, for not asking properly?" he asked.
The thought of anyone hearing loud slaps upon her bare bottom, as she was spanked by a student in school, was dreadful. "Please master, tell your poor slave girl what she must say," she implored of him.
"Do you want your master's cock in your slutty teacher's cunt? Do you want to be fucked?" he asked.
Overwhelming passion rocked her back on her heels. The nasty words fired up an already overheated body. Her whole body was smouldering with passion, emanating from a throbbing hot pussy.
"Please master! Fuck your slutty teacher's cunt. Your teacher is your sex slave, master, and needs to be fucked, slave girl needs to feel your big hard cock in her cunt, please master," she whimpered.
The bad words spilled from her lips uncensored. All inhibitions had been surrendered, as she became totally submissive to him. Feeling his cock nestling between her swollen lips ignited her. She was on fire with passion. A loud moan rang around the small room.
Roger reached for a bandage, conveniently left out on a shelf above the cot.
Hollie hardly noticed him gagging her. All her attention was concentrated upon her sex. She pushed back upon him but he avoided her. Instead his cock teased her by sliding over wet lips and engorged bud. With every squirming movement it ran across her gaping wet hole, causing a heightened frustration, and muffled moans.
He slapped her ass. "Hold still naughty slut teacher," he whispered in her ear.
"Please master, fuck your slutty teacher! I'm your slut slave, please fuck your wanton cunt, please!" she moaned through the improvised gag.
Roger wrapped his arms around her and pulled open the blouse. He tweaked her nipples, pulling upon the piercing rings. She yelped with pain. If she had been able to think clearly, she would have been surprised to find she was fired up from the pain.
Unable to hold on, she pushed back, trying to find his cock. This time he thrust in, hard and deep. He had to put a hand over her mouth and gag, to stifle the yells of pleasure. With the other hand he squeezed a breast, pumping it in time with the thrusts of his cock.
"Fuck your slave's cunt hard, master. Punish your teacher for being such a wanton slut, master. Fuck your teacher's tight cunt hard, master," she tried to yell, through the gag and his hand.
Roger slapped her ass hard. "Keep quiet you nasty little slut," he demanded.
It was no good for she was unaware of anything but his cock. He was driving hard into her with all his youthful vigour. He lifted her off the ground with every strong thrust. She moaned fitfully when held off the ground, briefly supported by his cock pressing tight up inside. It seemed to stretch her vagina it felt so full of cock.
The wonderful feeling of being full of her master's cock was electric. Feeling him cum, she too had a deep orgasm. Her whole body trembled. Hollie was overcome with love for her master. Nothing else mattered. She was his willing sex slave, under his control and loving every moment of her submission.
Feeling his cock recede from within, left her needing him all the more. It was a consolation when he tightly wrapped his arms around her body.
"Calm down, my lovely slave girl," he soothingly spoke, close to her ear.
She had been whimpering sounds of delight to him, through the gag. It was only then she properly realised he had her gagged. She was breathing hard through her nose. The sounds of students gathering along the corridor, talking loudly as they made their way back to classes, came to her in a rush.
It was both humiliating and exciting to be gagged, bent over bare assed, with his cum running down her legs. Anyone walking in now would be shocked. To see a teacher in such a demeaning and crude position was unthinkable. Hollie wallowed in the lowly position of being nothing more than a student's compliant sex slave.
"Your master has another surprise for his slave girl," he said.
"Thank you master," she automatically replied, not worried in the slightest if it might be yet another demeaning experience.
"Hold still," he said, when she fidgeted.
She felt his fingers gliding over her pussy lips, still sensitive from a thorough fucking. 'My master has fucked his cunt hard,' she purred silently. The thought shocked her. That she should think of her-self like that, and used such mean words, was surely wrong. The feel of something entering her vagina cut short the idea.
"What is it? Master," she meekly enquired. So worried was she the necessary word, 'Master', was added as an after thought. "What have you done to your slave, master?" she asked, with a tremulous voice.
"It's a Chinese egg. It will keep you on your toes this afternoon. Don't worry, you'll find out how it works later," he smiled. Roger cupped her sex in a hand, pressing both her pussy and the butt plug. Her sex had been so wet and open the device had slipped in easily.
