Teacher Is Mistaen

Chapter 14

Private Party

"A pony-girl, that's a bit drastic dear. The training is very demanding and severe. It changes the slave so much. They are taught to jump to obey, quite literally," Bridget chuckled. She could see the serious look on her daughters face, knowing how determined she became when settling on a scheme.

"The trainer whips all resistance from them, until they become docile creatures. Where would the fun be in that darling? Are you sure Roger would approve? After all she's his slave," Bridget reminded her daughter.

Hollie heard every word of the conversation, leaving her feeling sick at the thought of it. At first she had welcomed the idea of escaping Angela. Angela's mother was sending a clear warning as to what it would be like, as well as trying to stop her daughter. Hollie was thankful for that, only she knew how little the woman's opinion meant, in this strange household.

If Angela got her father's agreement they would send her away for pony-girl training. That would be so terrible she could hardly bare to think about it. She had no idea it was possible, or even that there was such a thing, and it sounded horrendous. The more she heard the more it sounded nasty, as her whole personality would be changed.

She would be turned into be a prancing pony-girl, or used to pull a carriage. The change to her limbs, with her arms constantly tied behind her back, and wearing hoof boots, sounded horrendous.

"Father confirmed I'm in charge of the slave, so what I say goes," Angela firmly stated. "He said I'm doing a good job, and will make a fine mistress," she bragged.

Bridget caught on to what her daughter was up to. She wanted Roger's slave out of the way. Having been around masters all her life, she was nimble enough in her thinking to quickly change tack.

"When Roger comes back he'll know you were in charge, and he'll blame you. He'll be angry dear, so it would spoil your chances with him. If he involves his father, Nathanial would be very put out. You had better think about that before you do anything," Bridget suggested.

Angela flashed her mother an angry look, knowing she might be right, and not liking it one bit.

"You're finished here, slave. Come with me," Angela crossly told Hollie.

Hollie nodded and smiled her thanks to Bridget in passing, though all she could manage was a grimace. Bridget winked back at her, trying to reassure her. Trotting along behind her mistress, Hollie knew she would have to behave herself. Avoiding her anger became a priority, with dire consequences if she failed.

Only a few weeks ago she had been a teacher in this girl's school, now she was her slave. All her authority and respectability as a teacher had vanished. She was a mature woman, yet in this household they thought she was just a stupid young girl. Even her age counted for nothing, when dealing with this tyrant.

The incentive to be an obedient and obliging slave girl was stronger than ever, when she thought of being sent for pony-girl training. It was vital to be a good little girl and not step out of line.

By the time they got back to Angela's room Hollie realised she had little alternative except to obey her mistress. Acting as a slave was affecting her deeply, as the horrid girl expected so much more than Roger had. The demand for absolute obedience by this young girl was shaping the way she thought. Gritting her teeth, Hollie determined to sneak away in the night, while the harridan slept.

"Clean this place up, slave," Angela demanded.

Hollie could feel the girl's eyes on her, waiting for a mistake to be made, as an excuse to punish her. As a teacher she had been strict yet fair, and never ever vindictive with students. Yet here she was apprehensively moving around, fearful of being punished by this young girl.

Angela contemplated her next move. She sat with arms crossed realising her mother was right, and resenting it. She wouldn't forget that in a hurry. She would have to keep the slave safely for Roger until he got back. The look of defiance on the slaves face made her think.

The woman wasn't properly trained, for Roger didn't have the experience. They had just played at being master and slave, making it just a naughty sexy game for them. Angela looked at her slave wondering what to do with her.

"It's about time you showed me your skills as a slave," Angela stated. "Cindy! Pay attention when your mistress commands you!" she said, and slapped Hollie across the face. "Assume your slave position," she demanded.

Automatically Hollie squatted at the girl's feet. She was reminded of the times with Roger, when she had gladly assumed the humble position. A sense of loss and longing threatened to engulf her.

"That's no good. Get undressed, Cindy slave," Angela calmly said. She felt strong, watching the once proud teacher hurry to strip naked before her. The sense of power over this woman was something new and exciting. She studied the lithe body and shaved pussy, seeing why Roger had been so enthralled with her.

"I don't like to look up at a slave, assume the position," Angela said. Her voice was casual as though it were perfectly normal for a student to order a naked teacher around.

At her feet the woman squatted, revealing her sex with wide spread thighs. The hands rested palm upward on her knees. She held her shoulders back, thrusting out a pair of small breasts. They were nicely shaped, not yet needing support, which meant she could be dressed without underwear. Respectfully her head drooped down, so as not to look her mistress in the face.

Angela wondered what little slave thoughts might be revealed on that hidden face. Escape of course. Earlier she had been in a hurry to get back to Rogers house. It was late now, and so ideal for a slave to slink away in the night.

Angela leaned forward and pinched a nipple. The looked for squeal didn't materialise, which was disappointing. She gripped both nipples and twisted them.

"Ah yes, Cindy slave likes pain and punishment, they turn you on!" Angela chuckled. "Let's see how much more sexed up you become when humiliated," she laughed.

Hollie regretted revealing all her sordid secrets to this torturer, knowing a young girl could be so mean. Her mother had warned her, and it didn't take long before she was to find out how bad her mistress could be. Hollie groaned from realising she was already thinking of the little shit as her mistress. Or, was it forced upon her by the pain?

Hollie felt the girl's foot rub her sex. Damn! She wasn't even bothering to finger her, as though she wasn't good enough. She felt a toe enter her sex, knowing the damn girl was right, with the humiliation arousing her as predicted. Her mistress had her so stoked up, there was nothing she could do, except hope this time she would be allowed to orgasm.

"You are such a slut, slave Cindy," Angela smugly smiled.

"Please mistress," Hollie whimpered. It was so humiliating being manipulated like a wind up doll, ready to perform. Hollie didn't want to, but she just had to beg for relief.

"What does my slave girl need?" Angela taunted her.

"Please, mistress, let your slave cum," Hollie begged. Her whole body shuddered from the red painted toenail scratching her clitoris. Still loosely holding her slave position she couldn't move. It was terribly demeaning, but she still tried to push her sex against the girl's foot. She began to thrust her clit against the manicured toe, fucking herself at her mistress's feet.

"Not yet slave Cindy. I might let you orgasm when I'm ready, if I'm pleased with you," Angela imperiously announced.

"Thank you, mistress," Hollie weakly answered, between gasps for breath.

"What are you Cindy?" Angela asked.

Hollie heard the taunting tones in the girl's voice, but couldn't hold back. She had lost her respectability and moral fibre with a deep arousal swamping both.

"I'm Cindy, your sexed up little slave girl, mistress," Hollie purred, sounding humble and willing to serve. It was so pathetic she hated the sound of her own voice. She tried to bring herself together, and fight the feeling of sinking into a deep pit. Her whole body seemed to conspire against her, craving for satisfaction it gave in to the ogre.

"Please mistress, let your little slave girl cum, please mistress," Hollie implored. The senatorial tones used before a class had given way to a pitiable whine.

"Not feeling so big and important now are we teacher? What happened to your dignity teacher?" Angela sneered. She ran a red painted toe-nail over her slave's sex, and pressed a big toe against her swollen clit.

Hollie squealed in delight, though she needed more, much more. It felt as though she were being punished, being held back from nirvana.

"Sorry Miss Angela, Cindy doesn't mean to be a bad girl, honest. Cindy isn't a teacher any more. Cindy is just a pathetic little sex slave, not important at all," Hollie promised.

It was all true she had lost her teaching job, and probably ruined her career. Hollie felt the ideas settle on her, like a dark shadow engulfing her. She was trying to pull it on like a coat, not for the cold, it was so she could fit what her mistress wanted her to be. Unlike a coat the behaviour and feelings wouldn't be so easily shrugged off. She might be left wearing the persona for a long time to come, if she wasn't careful.

Angela roughly pulled her by the nipples into her lap. "Let's see how good you are at pleasuring your mistress," Angela giggled.

Watching a teacher enthusiastically lap at her pussy was fascinating. This woman had licked her mother earlier, bringing her to an orgasm. She had never experienced this before, but had to admit it was good. It was partly the thought of so badly mistreating a teacher. The slave was so very good at it. A woman knew how to stimulate her sex so much better than a fumbling inexperienced boy.

She was using her fingers too!

"Fuck teacher, you are such a fucking suck slut," Angela moaned. She had to lean back and shut her eyes, revelling in the sensations pulsing between her thighs. When she climaxed her legs shook. A fire seemed to spread from her belly, out to the furthest reaches of her limbs. Her fingers and toes tingled.

"Cindy that was so good! Your mistress is pleased with her little slave girl," Angela said, with feeling. It was pleasant calling a teacher her little slave girl. It made her feel she had reached the status of mistress, and that her father would be pleased with her.

She wanted to show off this new power to someone. She would find a way. The idea could be slept on, as it was late. She hadn't forgotten her promise to slave girl, or that a slave dreams of freedom.

"Come on Cindy, time for bed," Angela yawned.

Hollie was still worked up from receiving so much stimulation during the day and this evening. Despite this she was willing to forget about an orgasm, more interested in see her tormentor go to sleep. A pillow held tight over her head would be satisfying though running away as far as possible was a priority.

The bedroom was a connecting room to the lounge, as the girl had a suite of rooms all her own. She crawled beside her mistress, noting how quiet she could be on the soft carpet. The door was left ajar, though it wouldn't be a problem, as it didn't squeak.

"In there, back into it, go on!" Angela scolded her slave.

Damn! The girl was putting her into a pet cage. It was only just large enough to squeeze into. She would have to screw up in a foetal position to lie down. The locking bar would keep a pet in, but she could push her fingers between the bars to unlock the door.

She tried to relax. The indignity of being kept in a pet box was dreadful, but she would survive.

"Your mistress hasn't forgotten her promise to little Cindy pet. I've decided Cindy too can have some pleasure," Angela chuckled.

Hollie knew why the girl liked using that slave name. She loved rubbing it in, reminding her she had lost everything, even her name. She felt something hard pushing at her sex. Her lips were swollen with lust and had been all day. Her sex ached to be filled. Despite that she didn't want a vibrator, she needed her master.

"Oh! Mistress!" Hollie squealed. Feeling a large object enter her she couldn't help but yelp. Another was pressed between her cheeks. "No! Please! Mistress," Hollie squealed again. Her voice had taken on a pathetic little squeaky sound, and under the circumstances it was impossible to shake off.

It was no good, however pathetically she pleaded the tormentor pushed something into her asshole. The feeling of it moving and expanding her sphincter was nasty. She would have bucked and kicked out if she hadn't been incarcerated in such a small cage. It slowly progressed further and further into her bottom. She pushed at the door with her head, but it wouldn't budge, so there was no escaping the inevitable. She felt the base of the thing pressed firmly against her cheeks, and knew it was fully imbedded up her ass.

Hollie felt the other hard object twist and move further into her pussy. It didn't hurt like the anal phallus. It was bigger and fitted her tightly. She tried to loosen up inside, to take it in her vagina.

"Oh! Mistress, it's too big!" Hollie complained. It felt huge, as though it were stretching her inside. She tried to pull away in the tight confines of the cage. Both of the nasty things were attached to the bars of the cage behind her. There wasn't enough room to pull away from them, so all she succeeded in doing was to move them both a little way out, and back in again.

"I'll teach you to complain, Cindy bitch!" Angela laughed. "Open wide, Cindy pet," Angela ordered.

Angela pushed a rubber gag into her mouth. It fitted well, suppressing all complaints. Slave was obviously still complaining, though the sound quietly muffled. This too clipped to the cage bars. Her slave watched with wide staring eyes, as Angela slipped a padlock into place, locking the cage door for the night. The fixed white eyes flashed an anxious message of defeat.

"Ah! Poor slave pet, you look so feeble in there, peering out so pathetically," she laughed. "This is your pet cage, so you don't run off in the night, like a sexed up pet bitch!" Angela smiled at her.

At last Hollie could say anything she liked. She cursed her tormentor from behind the gag, though the girl knew what the garbled murmuring meant. She just smiled and continued the taunting tale.

"I can't have my Cindy pet running off naked, into the night. Cindy is so sexed up she'll be offering her body to the street gangs for quick fuck. Imagine that, Cindy, having your cunt banged by a rough Hispanic gang. Every one of them lining up like dogs, to bang the white bitch," Angela teased.

"They wouldn't let you go afterwards. They would keep Cindy the white bitch, as their gang whore. Would you like that Cindy pet whore?" Angela asked.

"How would it feel Cindy pet, being reduced from teacher to gang whore? You're squirming at the thought of it, aren't you bitch! Go on push back on those vibrators, you little bitch. You're not a pony-girl at all. I'll send you away to be trained as a pet-girl instead. What do you think, little pet-girl?" Angela asked, as though she were poking the woman with a stick.

Hollie ranted back at her tormentor, knowing the sound was muffled to nothing, just meaningless sounds. It was her only escape, her only way of keeping sane. The image of a bunch of Hispanic kids taking her, was worming its way into her mind.

It was disconcerting to realise she had been pressing back on the vibrators. As she fucked herself on the two vibrators penetrating her body, the image of those young guys fucking her became more real. She was lost in a nightmare, where she was a bitch on heat, being taunted and sexed up, until she was prepared to perform the anything for them. The young guys had her panting and crying for sexual release. Instead they cruelly made her perform despicable sexual acts.

"The vibrators in your pussy and anus are set for a constant cycle. They will keep you happy all night. You have your mistress's permission to cum, Cindy bitch. No complaints? Good little slave girl, Cindy," Angela smiled at her victim.

Hollie came to from the vivid nightmare, wondered what she meant. The vibrators started up. Gentle vibrations turned to little wriggles then increased in tempo. There was a soft rubber finger rubbing her clit, in a circular motion. She tried to pull away, but the damn things were stuck firmly inside her vagina, and bottom. In the small cage there was no room to squeeze forward. She was held in a tight embrace, caged like an animal.

Soon she was on the edge of an orgasm, desperate to cum. They stopped. 'No! Not now, let me cum!' Hollie whimpered an incoherent sound. Panting around the gag, like a bitch after a run, she began to calm down. No sooner had she reached normality than it started up again.

'No! Please, not again!' There was no-one to hear her garbled pleas for mercy. The torture instruments were going to tease her all night! She wondered if she could eventually cum, or would she go insane from the relentless stimulation.

In her mind the nightmare began again. The guys had her performing despicable sexual acts, laughing at her antics. She was trying hard to cum, however dirty the game was, only to be let in a sate of high arousal. She was left panting for more every time, so the came up with nastier games for her to play.

Their guard dogs were brought in from outside and Hollie turned her ass toward them, presenting herself.

Hollie screamed into the gag. Knowing it was her dark imagination fuelling the nightmare, was a cruel twist. Angela had set the theme, yet she was making into an evil epic.

Hollie was between vibrations, wondering why she was being tortured like this. It was unbearable being subjected to the whims of a young girl, when so recently she had been a responsible adult, and a teacher. It was frightening knowing the girl understood so well a woman's sex, and knew how to inflict pain, as well as how to stimulate a submissive woman. The young girl didn't have the sensibilities and compassion of an adult, which left her so very vulnerable to abuse.

As the torturer had promised, the vibrators were taking her to bursting point and just leaving her there. The worked her up, over and over again. Would Angela deny her an orgasm for the entire week, working her up then bringing her back down? It would be a roller coaster ride, of arousal and pain, until she begged for an orgasm. If her mistress had been awake she would humbly beg right now.

"Anything mistress, please let your little slave girl cum, I'll do anything, honestly! Please, mistress!" Hollie squealed into the gag, as though in pain. She was yet again on the edge of an orgasm, knowing the damn vibrators would stop too soon. She was being driven mad with desire.

As though her mistress heard her muffled pleas, she was surprised to orgasm. A short juddering of her body and it was over.

"Oh! Thank you, mistress!" Hollie whimpered into the gag. Even though the shit of a girl wasn't there, she was pledging allegiance, prepared to do anything for her mistress's pleasure.

Again she climaxed. It wasn't so near to the end of the cycle this time. Again she had a small cum, happening more quickly. The devilish devices were making her more sensitive, so she was ready as soon as they started up. Hollie quickly reached a peak and it spilled over into an orgasm.

In the early hours of the morning she passed out. The timer quit too.

"Your face looks a picture of abject misery," Angela laughed. "Did you enjoy your treat, Cindy slave?"

Angela unlocked the cage and pulled her slave from the cage. Hollie felt the vibrators being pulled from her body. Her muscles gripped them tight, until a hideous sucking sound announced they were free.