Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 10:10:10 -0600 From: Your old friend Tappy Subject: Slave Teacher Jenni (Bisexual/Authoritarian) The characters in this story were introduced in my story Mom's New Boyfriend (MNB). If you want more of a backstory on how semi-innocent high school teacher Jenni was seduced into a submissive lifestyle, you can read about it in MNB. Or, you can start reading here and (hopefully) not be too lost. This is the story of high school teacher Jenni. She is a real person who is a fan of MNB and is submissive. This story chronicles her life submitting to one of her students. Many of the events in the story are real, although like a "based on true events" movie I will embellish them to make for a better stroke story. Some of the events (like her seduction) are fictional because it makes for a better read. In our story, over the last few weeks Jenni, who has a repressed desire to be more open sexually, has been exposed via a former student (the very submissive Brittney) to a lifestyle free from the bonds of societal norms. What Jenni doesn't know is it wasn't just a coincidence that Brittney bumped into her. Brittney's master tasked her with helping seduce Jenni to become the playtoy of his neighbor's son, one of Jenni's students. As we pick up the story, Jenni is at a party where her inhibitions have been broken down. She has seen Brittney both pleasured and punished and wants to experience the wild sexual abandon and release that Brittney has enjoyed. Thinking Brittney is her friend, she has put her trust in her to arrange her first BDSM experience. In retrospect that was either her best decision or biggest mistake. You can decide for yourselves. This chapter is much shorter than my typical chapters. In an effort to publish more frequently, I am going to try and keep the chapters shorter. If you enjoy reading the stories on Nifty, please consider making a financial contribution to keep this site up and running. Slave Teacher Jenni Ð Chapter 01 By Tappy Mcwidestance I had just watched Brittney tied on the couch and gangbanged. The look of intense pleasure she had on her face was something I'd never felt and I wanted that. After the group of men and women who were using her like a fuck doll had finished with her I pulled her aside and confessed that I wanted a similar experience. She asked if that meant I wanted to be gangbanged. I told her no, but that I wanted to be tied up and fucked. I guess part of me did want to be gangbanged and maybe my being tied was my way of putting myself into that position without admitting it to myself or to her. My pussy was pulsating with the thought that after I was tied the guys would just take advantage of me, but I couldn't say that was what I wanted. Brittney said she could arrange everything and that I should go to the bathroom and relieve myself. She told me with a wink in her eye that I may not have an opportunity to go for quite a while. Upon my return, Brittney was standing alone. When I walked up to her she took my hand and started leading me to a hallway off the family room. I guess she had arranged for my first tie to be private which reassured me. I thought Brittney was amazingly free in her serving her master and mistress which shocked me. And although I think I understood where she was coming from I didn't think I could act that way. She led me into a bedroom where I saw a queen sized bed which already had ropes attached to the corners. All of a sudden my fantasy was becoming real and I was nervous. Brittney must have sensed my hesitation and gave me a hug. "Don't worry, Jenni," she said reassuringly. "I'll stay here with you. Everything will be fine. Just enjoy yourself." I nodded. I trusted Brittney. It was time to let go of my fears and hopefully experience something beyond anything else I had ever done. The first thing Brittney had me do was strip off my coverall and out of my tiny bikini. Not that I had figured I would be clothed at all, but the act of getting naked in front of her, especially at her command, made me tingle. I moved toward the bed, but before I was allowed to lay down, Brittney pulled a large pillow out of the closet. It was wedge shaped and looked like it was designed for holding your legs up when you lay down. She tossed it to me. It was very firm. It must have been made out of high density foam. Brittney told me to put it in the middle of the bed and then to lay face down with the pillow supporting my hips. She also told me to face the foot of the bed. I didn't quite understand the purpose of the pillow until I lay down. Because it was a wedge, it very effectively kept my ass in the air. I had expected that. But because of the angle shape it also allowed me to take some (but not all) of the pressure off my knees and chest meaning I could hold that position longer. I began to wonder how long Brittney planned to keep me there. She expertly tied my wrists and ankles to the bed. Immediately I tested my bonds to see how much I could move. The answer was not much. I was really stuck now. My final preparation was to be blindfolded. Again I didn't really understand the purpose, but Brittney assured me that not knowing who was touching me or what was about to happen would be a huge turn on. I hoped she was right. She told me to "hang on" and I heard her open the door and walk out of the room. I didn't hear her shut the door. If that was true anybody walking by would see me in my predicament. It also mean anyone walking by could choose to fuck me. My mind began to spin. I don't know how long Brittney left me. Time stood still. I may have been seen, but nobody else came into the room. "I found you a partner," Brittney announced. My pussy gushed a little at her words. "He said he would be here in about 5 minutes. My mom was blowing him." I began to worry that he would cum in Brittney's mom before he had a chance to fuck me. Then I felt a sting on my ass as Brittney had just spanked me. "He likes a nice pink ass," she told me. "Plus I've been wanting to do this as payback for all your teasing." "All my teasing?" I thought. She was the one who kept teasing me. That's why I find myself here. What the fuck? My question didn't have long to stay in my mind as another sharp blow from Brittney's hand refocused my thoughts to the exquisite pain emanating from my bottom. An erotic spanking was one of the things I fantasized about when I masturbated. How did Brittney know? I never told anyone because it was too weird. Yet here we were. Brittney administered what I guess was a sound spanking. I had no frame of reference. She didn't seem to want to hurt me, but she was forceful enough that blood was rushing toward my skin heating up my backside. She did tease my pussy a bit telling me that "he'll love all this juice" and making me squirm a bit. She also told me how much she would love to eat my pussy and maybe she would do that after he was done before she released me. Brittney knew I wasn't into girls, but I wouldn't have a choice now would I. I wondered if she would make me eat her as well. Then I heard the door open again. "Well what do we have here?" I heard a man's voice say. It sounded familiar. I must have talked to him earlier. "Looks like a slut who wants to get fucked." I didn't answer. He was right, of course, and I'm sure he knew that. I heard him taking down his pants. Brittney was rubbing my clit. "She's dripping all over my hand. She's definitely ready for you." "She better be good. I gave up your mother for this and you know how much I love fucking your mother," he said. "I know," Brittney replied. "Mom loves fucking you too. But Jenni here will be a treat for you. This is the first time she had been tied." I felt his weight on the bed in front of me and soon after felt the tip of his cock brush my lips. I didn't need to be told what to do. I was happy to take him into my mouth. I wanted to prove I was better than Brittney's mom, Cathy. I knew I had not sucked as many cocks as she had, but I was inspired to prove myself worthy. Brittney kept playing with my pussy making sure I remained overheated. I didn't take long for the cock in my mouth to be at full staff and he seemed very ready to break my bondage sex cherry. Brittney announced that she "would be right back" and I felt her weight leaving the bed. At the same time my mystery man popped his cock out of my mouth and I felt him move behind me. I don't think I had ever been so wet and he slid into me easily. It felt so good to finally be full as I had been dreaming about cock all during the party. "You like being tied up and fucked don't you little girl," the man hissed at me. I didn't respond right away. He smacked my ass and started fucking me harder. "That's OK, slut," he continued to berate me. "You don't have to admit it. Your body's reaction tells me all I need to know about you. Your ass is the most beautiful shade of red and your pussy is gripping my cock like you are afraid to fall off. How long have you been dreaming of a stranger using you?" I was moaning now. Every degrading word he said went straight to my heart. I knew he was right. I was a slut. I was getting off on being tied up and I didn't care that I didn't know who was fucking me. All the times I acted like a slut at a bar dancing on tables or trying to get picked up was because I secretly wanted to be treated like this. I'd never found the man I needed because I didn't know how to look. But here he was fucking me from behind and I didn't even know his name. I tried my best to buck my ass up to meet his thrusts. I couldn't move much but I know he appreciated it based on his comments and a few additional well timed swats to my ass. I could feel my orgasm building. I normally don't cum just from penetration. I need clitoral stimulation too, but I was getting close and thought I may be able to get there just from his thrusts, spanks and dirty talk. Then I heard the door open again. I was expecting Brittney's voice but instead it was another woman. "Well look here," she said in a mocking tone. "I found a new whore fucking my husband." I don't know why that triggered the reaction in my body to start cumming, but it did. Was it the humiliation of another woman catching me fucking her husband? Was it the implied promise that she would punish me for my sins? Was my body finally letting go from the limitations of my conscious mind? I don't know. But I do know that once I started cumming I didn't stop. I yelled out "Fuck me I'm cumming." I do remember that. I think I babbled something like, "Oh God your husband is good. His dick is amazing." The rest of my sounds were unintelligible I'm sure. Then I felt him swell and was rewarded with a thick shot of man goo deep in my pussy. He grabbed my hips and held himself tightly against me while his cum splattered my insides. "I saw that same look on your face when you fucked Brittney, honey," the woman said. I realized her anger must be part of their game. "Brittney is not this tight," he added to the conversation. "Peter has stretched her out. I'm glad I got to enjoy this one before she gets ruined." They were talking to each other as if I wasn't in the room. I was just a fuck hole to him. Well two fuck holes so far and his wife didn't seem to care. I felt him get off the bed, but somebody else took his place. Based on the amount of movement in the mattress it was another guy, unless his wife was pretty big and I didn't remember any of the women at the party being plus sized. I felt another hard cock sliding into my pussy. But he didn't start fucking me. I began to wonder if my first partner's wife had helped him get hard or if someone else was in the room. I had not heard Brittney's voice but certainly there were plenty of other women who may have provided services. Or he could have just gotten hard watching me cum. It didn't really matter. I was full again and ready to be drilled. But he just sat there. "Please fuck me," I pleaded. He didn't say a word. Then I felt the cool gel of lube being spread around my asshole. "No, please don't fuck my ass," I pleaded. "You're too big." Then I heard the woman speak. "Shut up slut. You talk too much." I was about to say something else when I felt the mattress compress in front of me. I didn't get an opportunity to complain, resist or explain that I didn't do women before a wet pussy was forced into my mouth. "You can cum again after I do whore," she exclaimed with more than her share of obvious pleasure of dominating me. I didn't start sucking her pussy immediately. She was basically rubbing herself on my face at first. But when the guy behind me pushed his cock against my asshole, greased or not I squeezed my ass shut and opened my mouth to complain. And just like that I officially became bi-sexual. A few more swats to my ass with a command to "loosen up" found my new friend inching his cock up my butt. By the time I had opened up to take his full length (I thought I had been full before but this was amazing) I was eagerly lapping away at the pussy being forced into my mouth. When he started thrusting I went wild with howling. There was no way I was going to hold back from cumming again and I didn't care if I came first against orders. Fireworks were going off in my head. The pain from his cock stretching me had given way to bolts of pleasure overpowering me with every thrust. Even the thought of eating pussy, up to that moment a repulsive concept, turned out to be not that bad. I still didn't know what I was doing and I think she was getting more pleasure from rubbing my face and watching the action than from my limited skills. Again I lost track of time. I came at least three times rutting on his cock up my ass. I think the woman came twice and the guy shot a huge load deep up my butt which he then trapped by pushing a plug in effectively sealing me from dripping. I was totally gone mentally. I vaguely remember both of them getting off the bed. I then felt my arms being untied. I started to stretch but two hands grabbed my wrists and quickly brought them behind my back. I heard the snap of the handcuffs even before I registered the feeling of cold steel on my flesh. Next I felt the pillow being pulled out from under me and finally my legs being untied. A pair of soft hands felt up my legs, into my pussy, now leaking the cum of my first suitor, a little tug of the plug to make sure it was secure and the Brittney's voice. "Roll over baby. I have one more task for you." I flipped over onto my back. I had a pretty good idea of what Brittney might want. I knew she enjoyed girls as much as boys so I shouldn't have been surprised when she slid me down the bed so my head was off the edge. "The report on your pussy eating ability was not very positive. I'm going to let you practice on me," I heard Brittney proclaim. "Of course I'm also need to punish you for teasing me so the quicker you get me off, the quicker you'll be released." I felt a piece of leather slowly being drawn over my pussy lips. I knew pain would follow, but at that moment it was pure pleasure and I responded as such. Then I felt Brittney swing her leg over my head. I was crushed between her thighs and then felt the sting of what I later learned was a riding crop. I liked being hand spanked much better. The crop was too intense. I did my best to make Brittney cum. Cum well and cum quickly. For her part Brittney was giving me instruction on how to get her off, but she obviously also enjoyed using the crop on me and she took delight in calling me every filthy name in the book. Of course at that moment she wasn't lying. She teased my pussy with the crop between strikes on the rest of my available flesh to keep my arousal bubbling but not allowing me to go over the top. It was sheer madness. My clit was throbbing and her indirect stimulation of it meant and direct contract would set me off like a rocket. But of course she didn't allow that. Even after she came on my face she didn't let up. "So you can be a good pussy slave," she declared. "Now you need practice. Do it again." When I didn't respond quick enough, meaning instantaneously, she snapped the crop against my thighs. I cried out in pain, but my scream was muffled by the soft folds of her dripping snatch. She kept snapping the crop and then softly teasing my labia avoiding by millimeters direct contact with my clit and what I was sure would be an instant orgasm. I was spinning with lust and cursing my body's need for release. I was starting to understand Brittney and her mom better. In my current state I would do anything to cum. I couldn't say that, but I felt it. Finally after I got her off two more times she stood up. I felt her place the crop on my stomach. The tip was just grazing the top of my clit. "Jenni, you've performed well. I thought of one more thing for your introductory lesson," Brittney told me. I thought eating her was her one last thing. Maybe she was just teasing me again and had no plans to let me go or worse no plans to let me cum again. "I'm going to whip your pussy and clit 5 times with the crop. If it makes you cum you are what we call a pain slut. That's not a bad thing, but in the future it's good to know. If you don't cum, I'll let you use the vibrator of your choice. Deal?" "Um, I guess," I replied. "Do I have a choice?" "Not if you want out of those handcuffs," she told me. The first swat was to my pussy. It was hard and the pain was terrible. I screamed. Brittney didn't seem to care and I realized nobody was going to come to my aid. I started to focus on making myself cum so she would quit hitting me. "Count with me slut," Brittney instructed. "One," I shouted out. "Good girl," she replied. "Two!" I screamed. The second one was on my pussy as well. Pain was shooting through my body. The crop focused the strike. There was no pleasure, beyond the enjoyment Brittney was undoubtedly feeling. "Three! Please no more. I'll do whatever you want." "Really?" Brittney said with a pause. "You know I'm a sub. But maybe Master Peter and Mistress Dasha would train you." "Anything," I begged. "Four!" another scream and another blow to my pussy. "Please no more!" I realized none of the strikes were directed toward my clit yet. I couldn't withstand a strike like that on my clit. I started to cry. "Five," I babbled. Brittney started rubbing the crop on my clit. My hips began rolling side to side and my tears became quiet moans as I tried to not let her see what she was doing to me. Of course there was no doubt Brittney knew exactly what she was doing. I'm sure her master and mistress had done something similar to her. Hell, they were probably testing her to see if she had learned anything from her own punishment. "Please let me cum," I pleaded hoping her own memories would trigger a sympathetic response. She continued to slowly rub the tip over my clit. "Have you been punished enough?" Brittney asked although I could tell from her voice she was just teasing and the question was rhetorical. "Are you ready to start your new life as a cum slut?" she asked and then quickly added "On call to be used by your superiors at a moment's notice?" When I didn't answer right away (I was trying to think of about the implications but the intense nerve pulses coming from the core of my body was making it difficult) she applied more pressure to my clit with the crop, although she didn't snap it. "If I strike your clit you will experience a pain like you have never felt before," she warned me, "but a whore like you will probably get off on it." Brittney's words seemed out of character for her, but they were working wonders on my psyche which I assume was the idea. I also assumed my first submission had been a game so I could experience some of what Brittney and her mom felt, but now I realized it was different. This wasn't a game and she was really going to make me beg and pledge myself before I'd be allowed to cum. I was desperate to orgasm. I was happy to suck any cock, eat any pussy and offer my pussy and ass to anyone who would make me cum. But this was different. Would Brittney become my mistress? Or was I meant for her owners. Or was I overthinking this and she was just fucking with me? In one last act of defiance I told her I wanted to feel the lash on my clit. I know what you're thinking. That was stupid. But I had to know if she was right. Was I a pain slut? Would I really get off on being beaten? "Count again," Brittney reminded me. Then my world exploded. I squeezed my legs together and rolled onto my side to protect myself. I screamed bloody murder. Everyone in the house must have heard me. Pain radiated out from my pussy to every point of my body. I howled, "No more!" "Four to go," Brittney reminded me. "You chose this." "No, I'll do anything," I pleaded. "Mistress Brittney I'll do anything you say." I didn't consciously think to call her mistress. It just came out that way. Hopefully it pleased her. She began to tap the crop on my clit. I moaned. "See how your body craves to give up control," she said. I nodded unable to talk. "When you displease your master or mistress, they can bring you great pain. But if you are goodÉ" She tapped a little more insistently bringing my arousal back to the forefront of my mind. "Sit up and throw your legs over the bed to your right." I did as I was told and felt her move behind me and unhook the cuffs. Then she whispered in my ear. "I'm going to hand you a vibrator. You're going to show me just how good of a slut you can be. You're going to fuck yourself and cum like the dirty whore that you know you are." I could only nod. My ability to speak or think rationally was gone. True to her word Brittney reached around me and handing me a big vibrator. Then she began tweaking my nipples. "Fuck yourself slut," I head her command. "Show me what a nasty teacher you are." I turned on the vibe and held it against my clit. I knew it wouldn't take long. Brittney kept berating me and each dirty name she called me brought me closer to my long craved climax. "Get that fake dick into your pussy, slag," she commanded. Imagine that's one of your students pounding you on your desk. I moaned louder as I put about 4 inches inside of me. "You can do better than that, bitch," she screamed at me. "I saw you take two cocks bigger than that all the way in your ass and pussy. My world was spinning. "Just think what the school board would think if they could see you know. You'll have to fuck every one of them to keep your job!" I was fucking myself with abandon and howling in pleasure. "No mistress, they can never know," I babbled. "Yes, they have a pain slut whore slave on their payroll. You'd suck off your principle if he asked wouldn't you?" "Yes," I replied breathlessly. I was close. "You would drop to your knees and eat out a parent's pussy in your school office, wouldn't you, tramp?" "Yes mistress!" "I'm not your mistress cunt," Brittney hissed at me. "You're just a dirty fuck doll. Any parent who asks can have you. They'll just walk into your office and point to the floor and you'll be on your knees. That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes!!!" I screamed. "I'm a fuck slut!!!" And just like that my pussy exploded all over the vibe. Brittney continued to squeeze my nipples. The pain mixed with the pleasure blasting from my pussy overloading my brain. I screamed louder and had the most intoxicating orgasm I ever had. The room was spinning. My body was quivering. It seemed to go on forever until finally as I started to calm down I felt Brittney easing my body onto the mattress. She then got up and lifted my legs allowing me to curl up in a very satisfied little ball. She then kissed me gently and put a blanket over me. I didn't even think to remove the blindfold. I fell asleep before she even reached the door. When I woke the alarm clock next to the bed said it was 4:08am. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep. My body was sore from the fucking I had received some hours earlier. I crawled out of bed and carefully moved toward the door. I could see the hallway light underneath the door and found a light switch on the wall. The room was suddenly very bright and I had to shield my eyes until they adjusted. Then I discovered (maybe noticed is a better word) that my ass was still plugged from earlier. I think it hurt more removing the plug than putting it in now that the lube had dried. I found my clothes, got dressed and walked back toward the family room. The party was obviously over. I found a naked blond with big fake tits asleep on the couch in the family room. I could see pools of dried cum on her chest. From somewhere in the house I heard another woman in the throes of passion. I guess some people were still partying. Thankfully I found my purse with my wallet and car keys and and snuck out the front door. I felt like I was making the infamous "walk of shame" as I headed out to my car to drive home, although I wasn't sure what I was ashamed about. Maybe it was the cum dripping out of my ass now that the plug was gone. But I had a great time including the best orgasm of my life so overall it was a successful night, I figured. When I got home I showered and then got back into bed. I had vivid dreams about being tied and fucked. I woke up with a wet pussy and a smile on my face. Needless to say the rest of the weekend failed to live up to the experience of the party. I continued to fantasize about being used. In fact, when I returned to class on Monday I had the sneaking feeling that everyone knew what I had done over the weekend as if they could read my face and know what I had done. I started to picture everyone I talked to ordering me to drop to my knees and pleasure them. Several times I had to shake my head back to reality as I was talking to another teacher and I found myself distracted by thoughts of submitting to them. After school I even retreated to the private sanctuary of my office and masturbated before going home. This went on for a week. I had increasingly lurid dreams at night and more frequent fantasy daydreams at work, although I started to focus on one or two of my coworkers instead of the random, faceless master I served at night. I was concerned that I was a bit out of control. I thought about calling Brittney and seeing if she could arrange another party. More private this time with just me at the center of attention. But I really resisted that since she was a former student. Sure she was an adult now and from a different school, but I was still concerned about keeping up appearances in the public setting. Besides that, student reviews with parent/teacher conferences were next week and I had to prepare. That was my plan to distract my body from craving a repeat performance. I would focus on the reviews and suppress my desires once again. That plan probably would have worked if it had not been for the FedEx envelope which appeared in my school mailbox.