Dangerous Secrets - CNC Trigger Warning

[Wo****]

(Trigger warnings - ***d, blackmail - a darker story)

Hannah stared at the envelope lying on her desk like it was the most poisonous snake in the world. She had come into work early today - she always did on a Tuesday to try and make sure this weeks lessons were up-to-date; and that she was already getting organised for next weeks. Her classroom was always peaceful and quiet at this time of the morning; however today she had found the strange envelope on her desk. When she opened it, and the contents dropped out, she had leapt back in shock and horror leaving them lying on her desk staring up at her. 


She had recently decided to start exploring her fantasies, she’d found a website where she could chat to people about the kinks that she found exciting and whilst a little bit drunk the other night had been persuaded to upload some photos by one of the people she had been chatting to. She had been sure she set them to friends only! She had been very careful so none of the people she had as friends knew enough about her to find her… Yet here on her desk was a copy of each photo showing her off in all her glory. 


There was the one showing off her legs, shapely with the distinctive tattoo, the one of her breasts, hands crossed in front of them but she had been proud of how they looked, a couple of more risky ones (she’d been reading one of her favourite erotica writer’s stories and playing getting very turned on) and then worst of all the face photo of her from a night out. Along with the photos of her were various screen shots of her profile - showing the various kinky things she was interested in. 


She scooped them up and hid them back in the envelope finally noticing a small slip of paper among them.

“CHECK YOUR EMAILS”


It was written in neat block capitals with no indication of handwriting to give it’s writer away. Swallowing hard she quickly grabbed her tablet and opened up her emails - all the usual work ones as normal but then she spotted one with the subject heading of “Owned” and with trembling fingers she clicked on it. As it opened she saw copies of all the photos that were in the envelope on her desk were attached, as well as one of her getting out her car at school in the morning. The angle looked like it was taken from in the school! There were a thousand tornadoes whirling in her stomach and she felt sick. The email itself was simply from a random account [email protected] - no clues to who was behind it. 


The email was short and the instructions were clear. 

“Good morning slut,

Do not delete your account - it won’t do any good now. 
Put your pictures to private - you’re mine and no one else’s. 
Accept the new friend request from ‘HannahsOwnHer’ 
Check your emails at lunchtime for more instructions. 
Don’t test me - we both know what will happen if your husband, your family or your work found out about these. 

Master”



She hid the envelope in her desk drawer, burying it under everything else. Quickly on her phone she logged into the kink site - how could she have been so stupid - she changed the settings to friends only then clicked on the friends waiting list - there were four requests waiting, she ignored three of them clicking on HannahsOwnHer - the profile was blank - no details or clues as to who it might be. Feeling sick to the pit of her stomach she clicked accept. 


She tried to think whose car had been in the car park when she arrived but it was all a blur now. She tried to think who might be in the school and could have done this - it had to be one of the members of staff - they were the only ones with access to her classroom that early in the morning. She couldn’t imagine who it could be. The morning passed in a blur, she honestly couldn’t remember what she had taught by lunchtime but as soon as the last group of kids were out the door she had closed it and grabbed her tablet, sitting so that no one else could see the screen. There was a new email from that account. 


“Good morning slut,
Welcome to your new life. Be aware that I have the power to destroy you now and if you won’t become everything that I know you secretly want to be then I won’t hesitate to do that. 

I’ve seen the stories you read, I’ve seen the photos you’ve ‘loved’ and I’ve seen the kinks you’re into. You want this and the sooner you accept that then the more you will enjoy this rather than suffer.

So - your first instruction. That’s a very nice dress you’re wearing today. I want you to reach underneath, take off your panties and shove them in your mouth. You will then send me a photo of yourself with them shoved in your mouth. You will then walk to the staffroom. With them balled in your hand and hide them in the staff toilets, just before the end of lunch. At the end of the day you will collect them and take another photo with them in your mouth slut. 

Fail in any of these instructions and everyone will see your photos and profile. You don’t have long.

You are mine
Master”


 She gaped at the email. Yes she had read some darker and kinkier stories but did he really think she wanted this. With a little flicker of horror she realised that she was slightly turned on. He was taking such control of her and she realised she didn’t have a choice. She stood moving to the side of the classroom so no one could see her from the door. It would give her a few seconds warning. He was obviously in school today and had seen what she was wearing - she always liked to look good and was wearing a bottle green shirt dress today with a jacket and ankle boots with small heels. She quickly pulled her dress up and hooked her fingers into the black lace panties she had put on today. Balling them up she put them in her mouth and then before she could think about it and panic she took the photo on her phone and sent it. Her lunch break wasn’t long and she knew she couldn’t eat today with how she felt so she gripped them tightly in her hand and set off across the school. 


She knew no one could possibly know, except him, but she felt like every eye was on her, that everyone must know her pussy was bare under her skirt, that she held her panties scrunched up as small as she could in her hands trying to hide them. She walked quickly then realised that it might draw attention, so tried to walk slower whilst still hurrying. Her brain was burning a thousand thoughts a second as she finally neared the toilets. She couldn’t see anyone around, she had hoped that she might see someone waiting nearby. She slipped inside and hid them where he had told her to. If she was lucky no one would find them. Slipping back out of the toilet she took a look around again… still no one in sight. Gritting her teeth she walked back to class, uncomfortably aware of just how wet her pussy was. She shouldn’t be turned on but walking through the school past everyone with no panties on and none of them knowing was turning her on like never before. 


Back in her classroom she sat behind the desk and tried to focus on her work. Without realising she found that her hand had drifted down between her legs. She hesitantly pulled her dress up and her fingers drifted to her clit. She circled it slowly then moaned softly out-loud; feeling her piercing that added stimulation when she played. Realising what she was doing she pulled her dress back down and tried to focus on the marking in front of her but all she could think about was wondering who could it be that knew her secret, who was controlling her, who was her new owner?


The afternoon passed in a blur again. The lessons both dragging and flying past in a heartbeat at the same time. Finally the day was done. All the kids were gone. She checked her emails - nothing - she knew she had to retrieve her panties and send another photo so she quickly made her way across the school again, she was stopped a few times by colleagues who wanted to chat. She looked at them carefully each time… Was one of them the one controlling her? It didn’t seem possible.


Finally back in the staff toilet she grabbed her panties and shoved them in her mouth, quickly taking the photo before she registered the taste of the bunched up material. She spat them out and opened them up. Inside they were covered in cum. She stared at them in shock then remembering she sent the photo back to her owner. That thought was becoming more normal in her head she realised - she had an owner now. She took the panties to the sink and tried to wash the cum off, most of it came away but they were too wet to put back on now. 


Her email pinged and she opened it. There was no message - only a video link. Making sure her volume was down low she sat down on the toilet lid and pressed play. It was shot in the staff toilet, she could see her panties in someone’s hand and then watched as they were wrapped around a thick cock - fuck it looked big - she watched as the man (still no clue to his identity) stroked himself faster and faster with her panties wrapped around his cock until he came, holding them over the end of his cock as he covered the inside of her panties with his seed. 


She had put those in her mouth. Fuck. She loved swallowing cum when she was giving oral but this was different. Clutching them tightly in her hand she went back to her classroom and tucked them into the bottom of her handbag. She sat down heavily at her desk; staring blankly at screen in front of her until she registered that there was another email from him. 


“Well done slut.
You’ve followed my instructions well today. Keep doing that and you won’t have any problems. From now on every single day you’ll wear a dress or skirt with no panties. You’ll come into work, pull your dress up and take a photo of your bare cunt to prove it for your Master. 

Keep it shaved or waxed at all times. 

For now, pull the blind down on your door, walk over to the window and undo your top. I want you to stand in the window with your top open to show off those glorious tits for thirty seconds. When you’ve done that you can go home. You are not allowed to cum today. 

Master”


She sagged down in her chair. What was happening? What was she going to do? For now all she could think was that she would have to obey. Walking slowly to the window she undid the dress and stood in full view of anyone looking with her bra covered tits on full display for what felt like an eternity. She was still desperately racking her brains when she went home, trying to work out who it might be. 

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The following morning she arrived at school earlier than usual, she wasn’t sure why, she half wondered if she might catch someone in her classroom - then she wondered what she would do if she did. She had worn a dress as commanded and no panties. Before coming into school she had stood in front of the mirror wondering about what ‘he’ would think. 


She knew she was still attractive, five foot six with long brown hair and brown eyes that always conveyed her mood. Her 34D breasts and curvy hips always caught the attention of her male colleagues - and maybe even some of the female staff - and she knew she enjoyed it. She had shaved and was prepared. 


She blinked and sat down on her chair and slowly pulled her dress up spreading her legs. She remembered his instructions not to cum and when she first read it she would have thought it a stupid instruction but to her surprise she had been turned on and had actually wanted to play. She had been so shocked to understand that she was turned on by this situation even though she was racking her brains for a way to escape. 


Instead of the rushed photos she had taken yesterday she found herself taking a few, trying to find the best one she could to send. She wondered what he would think about her piercing? After a few minutes she sent one to him and then let her dress drop. Almost instantly there was a return ping as she received another email from her owner. 


“Slut…
I’m very impressed at your promptness and the better quality of today’s photo. You obviously took your time..”

God damn him - he could read her like a book.

“In the bottom drawer you will find a plug and some lube. You will put it in your ass and wear it until lunchtime. I want a photo of you bent over one of the benches in your classroom with it in your ass. You’ll need to prop your phone up and use a timer. You have ten minutes.

Your Owner and Master.”


Fuck she didn’t have long. She pulled open the drawer and there was a shining silver anal plug with a jewel in the end. She grabbed it and the small packet of lube. She was no stranger to anal sex though it was far and few between that she had it, and quickly she tore open the lube and coated her finger and the plug. She spread it around her ass and pushed one coated finger inside then placing the plug on her chair. She angled herself so that as she sat down it pushed it’s way inside her. It had been a while and she felt herself stretch uncomfortably around it to start. It didn’t take long to get it in - but instantly it added to her already horny state of mind. 


She quickly chose a bench away from the door and set up her phone. Hitting the timer she bent over the bench, pulling her skirt up, spreading her legs to show off her ass with the plug in. As she lay over the top of the bench she tried to work out what was happening to her. She was hornier than she had ever been in her life but this was so risky and wrong. She was being blackmailed but all she could think about was the thick cock she had seen on the video wanking into her panties the previous day.


FLASH

She dropped her dress back down and grabbed her phone. Her ass looked good with the plug in it and she sent off the photo hoping to god she had been quick enough to get it all sorted! 

Again, it was only moments before the email back appeared. 


“Good girl…

You really are a slut aren’t you. In the top drawer there is a hood. At lunchtime you will pull your blind on the door, kneel in the corner of your room and put the hood on. If I find you looking or you try to look you will be punished. Your hands will be clasped behind your back. You will not move from that position.

I will slap your tits hard when I’m done and leave. You will count to thirty before you take the hood off or you will be punished. And you won’t like the punishment. 

Master”


She shivered and slowly opened the top drawer. Inside was a leather hood that would cover her face all the way down to just under her nose leaving her mouth free. She was under no illusions what would happened when she was kneeling with that hood on - it was just like in one of the stories she had read. She wouldn’t be able to see a thing. If a member of staff or pupil came looking for her she would be in serious trouble caught kneeling in the corner of her room like that. But she had no choice. The realisation sent a wave of arousal burning through her. Having no choice had always been one of her fantasies and her blackmailer had obviously seen that in her kinks, on her profile and the stories she read. The fact that he seemed to be so inside her head and know her so well terrified her and turned her on in equal measure. 


She hurriedly closed the drawer and tried to remind herself that she must not open it during the lessons. The morning sessions hurried past. The plug in her ass was constantly stimulating her, and the knowledge of what was to come at lunchtime scaring and turning her on until she felt like she was going crazy! Soon it was lunch, she pulled the blind down and opened the drawer looking at the hood. She realised that he hadn’t said how long he would give her at the start of lunch to prepare and suddenly she was terrified he would walk in and see her - and she would see him - he could still destroy her life. Hurriedly she knelt in the corner of the classroom and pulled the hood over her head. With her sight and hearing gone she was cut off. All she could feel was the racing of her heart and the panting of her breath. 


With the hood over her eyes and ears there was just nothing. She strained to hear through the muffling material of the hood. Was that the door? Could she hear footsteps? A sudden light brush of fingers over her chin made her jump out of her skin. She clamped her teeth together trying not to scream. 


She felt him pulling her jaw open and ***d herself to relax. She knew what would happen now. It was no surprise when she felt that thick cock head push past her lips and into her mouth. She felt him grip her head and start to fuck her face. He was rough, his cock stretched her jaw, and it was glorious. She felt herself being used for his pleasure and it turned her on more than she could imagine. She felt like there would be puddle under her by the time he was finished. His cock felt even bigger in her mouth than she imagined it would from the video. It thrust in and out, deeper and deeper - she tried to relax so he could push all the way in. With the hood over her nose she started to struggle breathing and ran out of breath quickly. She could feel herself going dizzy, gasping when he pulled out desperately hoping and praying that he finished soon. He couldn’t last much longer could he, surely the students would be coming back in soon? How long had it been? She felt herself drifting, consciousness moving in and out until she felt him throbbing, felt the heat and sudden urgency and knew what it meant. Stream after stream of thick cum filled her mouth, she ***d and swallowed desperately, cum stains down her dress would be hard to explain. She swallowed over and over drinking it all down. 
I

He pulled out and she licked the last of his cum from her lips. She was breathing heavily trying to catch her breath and fighting the urge to lift her hands and wrench the hood off. She felt him pull one of her arms and let him lift her to her feet, he pushed her back against one of the benches and wondered what he was doing. He pulled her dress up and she felt the cold hit her aching cunt. Suddenly there was pressure, it took her a second to realise he was writing on her just above her soaked pussy. 


Seconds later there was a hard slap across her tits that made her gasp again. She realised that was the signal and started to count slowly when she reached thirty she reached up with shaking hands to pull the hood from her head. The adrenalin was burning through her and her arms and legs were shaking to hell. She sat heavily on her chair - finally taking in the room. It looked just as before, door shut, window blinded, no hint of what had been going on. She replaced the hood in the drawer and suddenly remembered the writing. She grabbed her phone, pulled her dress up and turned on the camera. 


“Master’s Fucktoy” was written above her pussy in black sharpie pen. She knew it was going to last a good long while and she would have to keep it hidden from her husband. She heard her email ping again… with a curious mix of exhilaration, nerves and *** she opened the email.

“Fucktoy… 
You did well - Master is pleased. You may cum twice before tomorrow. 

Once will be in your classroom before you go home. You will film your face as you cum and I want to hear you say thank you Master after you cum before you turn off the camera. 

The second will be in your car after you arrive at school tomorrow morning. You will park in the car park and finger fuck that delicious looking fuckhole to an orgasm before you enter the building. 

Good girl,
Master”


She felt herself blushing. She was so turned on she wished she could play now but one look at the clock told her that she had no time left at all. She looked herself over as best she could and tried to straighten herself up. She thought it must be obvious to others what she had been doing but tried to make herself look presentable. It felt like the next few hours dragged. Every minute an eternity of aching arousal. She desperately needed to play and cum. 


With the final lesson over she pulled the blind down and leaned with her back to the door… She slid down to the floor, pulling her skirt up as she went, the floor was cold against her ass and the firmness of the tiles pushed the plug deeper into her ass. She spread her legs wide and started to rub and circle her clit! The piercing added more stimulation to her fevered rubbing and it took mere moments before her climax rose up and she grabbed her phone desperately recording as it washed over her. She groaned her thank you into the camera as she felt herself desperately craving more. She should have stopped then, she was only allowed one but she couldn’t stop. She ***d two fingers inside herself, fucking herself and rubbing, both hands working her soaking hole as she orgasmed over and over. She flopped back against the door, exhausted, her dress under her was soaked with her own juices. What would her Master say tomorrow? Hopefully he wouldn’t know. 


That night at home she tried to interest her husband into fucking her but he seemed too tired and uninterested. She ended up going onto the kink site. On a whim she uploaded a carefully edited photo from earlier that day that hid everything too revealing and tagged it for her owner. Hopefully he would like that. She watched in amazement as within minutes it received over a hundred ‘loves’. She went to sleep dreaming about that thick cock filling her mouth again. 


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The next morning she woke early feeling an instant buzz of excitement and need burning through her. She picked out the dress carefully and was on her way to work faster than she ever had in the past. She pulled into the teacher’s car park and parked as far away from everyone as she could. She slid her dress up and found that she was already soaking. Quickly she played, feeling her arousal racing to the same fever pitch that it had the previous afternoon; but this time with how exposed she was she only allowed herself one orgasm as instructed and recorded her thanks to her Master as she came. She emailed off both videos from her phone then, with slightly shaky legs, she made her way into the school and her classroom.


Sat at her desk she frowned. Normally he responded fairly quickly - but it seemed to be taking longer. As she checked her emails again the nerves built in her stomach. It was five minutes before the lesson when an email finally  popped up.

“I’m disappointed Slut.
My instructions were clear.
At lunchtime you will put the mask on and bend over the desk. You will put a thirty minute timer on your phone and not move unless told to.

Master”


Shit how did he know? She looked around - she was sure that no one had been there to see  when she came over and over the previous day. She just hadn’t been able to stop. What was going to happen now? How would he punish her? She sent the pussy photo that he had said she must show every time and tried to focus on her work. She was struggling to get her mind on the task whilst panicking about how her Master could reveal everything and ruin her. Her only hope was the instruction to bend over the desk with the mask on - if he was going to ruin her he surely wouldn’t have given that instruction. 


Lunchtime arrived and she ushered the kids out  and pulled the blind. She grabbed the mask from her desk drawer - she was going to have to find a better place to hide that in here - and moved to a desk at the edge of the room out of sight, set the timer on her phone then pulled it on. She felt the darkness surrounding her and fought the panic as always. Her arousal skyrocketed remembering the previous days adventure. 


She waited, she couldn’t tell how long for but the sudden brush of fingers over her ass made her jump. She felt her dress pulled up quickly and sharply. Shivering slightly she moaned then gasped as a gag was shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head. She gripped the edge of the desk trying not to panic. She felt something strike her ass - for a moment all she registered was the impact then moments later the burning sensation spread from the line she felt across her ass. It was something rigid, hard and long - like a cane she realised as it was brought down across her ass again. She almost shrieked into the gag then realised that even gagged she could still make enough noise to be heard outside the classroom. She bit down on the gag trying to stay quiet as blow after blow rained down on her ass. The cane struck in different places each time, criss-crossing over her ass and the backs of her thighs. Her ass must be covered in red lines now. The burning spread until all she could feel, all she could imagine was the strike of the cane on her ass and the fire that radiated from her punished cheeks. Tears filled the inside of the mask. Finally it stopped. A sudden absence that left her flopped ***ly on the desk whimpering.  She felt something cold rubbed into her ass and realised it was some sort of cream that dulled the ***. 


She felt someone grab her… two sets of hands grabbed her. She panicked but they flipped her onto her back and dragged her off the table lowering her to the floor. A harsh whisper in an unrecognisable voice hissed under the mask in her ear telling her not to move and do as she was told. She was lying on the floor, cold tiles against her burning ass. Suddenly she felt someone kneeling over her head - the gag was removed and something pressed to her mouth - she realised it was a pussy - there was a woman on her face. Understanding what was wanted she started licking - exploring with her tongue. 


Was her blackmailer a man? Or a woman? She realised there must be two of them of them working together. She felt her hips lifted, her body bent upwards as her legs flopped down… She felt something softer shoved under her ass keeping it in the air then she felt a hard cock shoved against her pussy. The insistent pressure split her open and she felt the thick cock ripping her open. She whimpered into the wet pussy pressed down onto her mouth and groaned as he started to fuck her. The realisation m that she was hooded and half naked on her classroom floor, eating a stranger’s pussy whilst her blackmailer fucked her soaked cunt sent her into her first orgasm. She was a toy for the two of them, *** and owned for their pleasure. She shuddered into her first orgasm and forgot to lick the woman’s clit. Fingers savagely twisted her nipples through her thin lace bra and dress making her squeal and start licking again. She felt the woman shudder above her and a rush of wetness flowed over her face. The woman stayed there, grinding down on her face, smothering her for a few moments then suddenly she was gone. 


With the woman gone from her face she gasped for breath and then focused on the urgent thrusting of the man between her legs. The thickness off his cock stretched her in ways she hadn’t experienced in an age. It thrust deep inside her, rarely pausing for more than a moment for him to adjust the angle so he hit something deeper and more important inside her. Exploding into another orgasm she felt him slam his cock deep inside her and the familiar throbbing of a shaft pulsing streams and streams of cum into her. He ground his cock inside her, jerking with every blast of his seed. The she felt him withdraw quickly, cum splashed on her pussy lips. She listened to muted footsteps then she thought she heard the door. She lay there half naked on the floor, *** and covered in cum with her burning cheeks and well fucked cunt leaking cum. She didn’t dare move. Suddenly she could hear the timer going off and she almost ripped the hood off her face. 


She knew that when the timer was due to go off she only had ten minutes until the pupils came in. Her cunt was soaked, inside and outside - covered in cum. It was leaking out of her onto the floor. Her face was smeared with the woman’s juices - she knew she was a mess and the classroom smelled of sex. She staggered to her feet, using the counter to hold her up. She made her way unsteadily to the sink and grabbed handfuls of tissues and cleaned her pussy as much as she could. Scooping water she tried to clean her face, drying it she looked in the glass of a nearby cabinet hardly recognising the wild eyed, messy haired woman staring back. With five minutes left she cleaned herself as best as she could and opened the window. She just remembered to clean the floor then flopped down in her chair exhausted then almost shrieked - in her panic she had forgotten about her caning and her ass hurt. 

She stood quickly noticing an email and hesitantly opened it. 


“Slut…

I was unhappy with you this morning as you couldn’t obey my instructions. This lunchtime you redeemed yourself. 
You made my other slut cum like a fucking whore and your tight cunt gripped my cock like no one else. 

I hope you remembered to tidy everything up. As a reward you may cum as many times as you like this week but you will thank me after every orgasm. Below are some ‘memories’ to remember today with.

Good girl slut,
Master”


Shivering she clicked below seeing photos of her ass being caned as she gripped the desk with white knuckles, photos of her hooded and gagged with ***ted fingernails caressing the hood - she hadn’t even noticed that with the caning of her ass. Then there were photos and videos of her with a woman sat on her face, she couldn’t see much apart from she seemed to be naked and wearing a pair of green boots; and then photos and videos of her cunt being ridiculously stretched by a thick cock. Finally a few of cum all over her and leaking out of her gaping hole. She ached to play but at that moment there was a knock at the door. She closed it all down and then staggered as she made her way to open up for the pupils - this afternoon would be *** - she was physically exhausted but she couldn’t sit down for the *** on her ass.  


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The next morning she woke, and she ached - but the aches simply seemed to turn her on almost instantly with the memories they brought. She lay in the bed teasing her pussy wondering what today would bring, it was Friday, the last day of the week a surely he would reveal himself today? Or at least let her alone over the weekend. Her Owner and Master seemed to be delighting in teasing and torturing her, exploring her and making her his slave and possession. The more she thought about it the more she realised what had started out with her being ***d she was now happily obedient to without the threats. 


She grabbed her phone and making herself cum She recorded herself thanking her Master as she came. She sent it off to him with a respectful message then got up, showered and made sure she was clean and ready. It didn’t take long until she was cheerfully on her way to work wondering what her Owner had planned for her today. 

Arriving at school she made her way to the classroom and booted up her laptop finding an email waiting… 


“Hello Slave,

It is clear you have come to understand your place and your role. You are my fucktoy, you are my slut, you are my slave.

You. Are. Mine!

Tonight you will come to the address added below, you will wear the green shirt dress and boots with nothing underneath. I don’t care what excuse you give your husband but you are going to be late back. If it’s easier you can tell him you’re staying at a friends and will be able to stay out all night. Your choice. 

Be there at 8.

Good girl,
Master”


She felt a thrill of excitement and nerves. She was his - what did he have planned now? He still hadn’t revealed anything about who he was. Would she ever find out? Or maybe that was his plan tonight…



The evening came quickly and she got herself ready, a touch of makeup here, shaven and sorted there. She didn’t know what to expect but after the week so far; she was sure she needed to look her best. When trying to decide what to wear she had eventually opted to put on the dress she had worn the first time he had messaged and taken control of her. That dress seemed to have taken on a special significance to her now – it was ‘his’ dress and some how that knowledge seemed to settle some of her nerves a bit.

 
Trying to make sure she wasn't caught out she had messaged one of her friends, someone she trusted with her life and arranged that if anyone said anything she was having a girl’s night at her house. Her friend hadn’t asked any questions and there was never any judgement from her – more often when they talked about her occasionally flirting and cheekiness in the past there had been curiosity. She would cover for her tonight and if it went on too long she would text her husband to say she was staying over – it wouldn’t be the first time that she had stayed over so there wouldn't be any suspicion. 
 

Looking herself over in the mirror one last time before she went out she couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride and arousal. She was happy with her figure, her blonde hair looked amazing the way she had it and looking at herself in that dress brought back memories of the photos and naughtiness from this week. She was also excited because whilst she looked profession on the surface she knew about what was underneath (or the lack of things underneath). This week she had been face fucked, eaten a pussy for the first time in nearly two decades and had her Owner fill her tight pussy (his words) with his cum and she felt more alive than ever. Even though she had been ***d into this she still felt wanted and that turned her on as much as anything.

 
With her imagination running wild she got into her car and drove to the address that had been on the email earlier. It was hard to focus on driving when all she could wonder about was who her Owner was and what his plans for tonight might be. It turned out to be a large house, set back from the road with a high hedge running all the way round it and a gate. She pushed the buzzer and a woman’s voice asked who it was. Giving her name with a slight tremor to her voice she added that she had been told to be there tonight for eight o'clock. It was just before eight so she knew she was on time. The gate slowly opened and she drove up the driveway parking to the side of the house next to a couple of expensive looking cars. It was already dark and she couldn’t see them properly but she felt out of place and self-conscious as she stepped out of the car and made her way to the house and knocked quietly on the door.

 
The door was opened quickly, however instead of finally finding out who her owner was that she had hoped would happen she was confronted by a maid. Someone very obviously dressed as a maid but in the sort of outfit you saw in porn films, not real life. The black skirt did not even come down far enough to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and Hannah could see her shaven pussy. The woman didn’t even twitch at the shocked look on her face. She was tall, long legs and long dark hair that came halfway down her back. The blouse she wore barely covered her tits and gaped at the front, showing her nipples through the thin material.

 
“Hi, erm, I was told to be here for eight o'clock.” 
She had no idea what was going on and looked past the woman to see if there was someone else there she recognised. The woman reached out and took her arm. “Hurry up, we must get you ready before the party begins.”
 
Party? Hannah had no idea what was going on but she decided she had better go along with it. Following the woman she was led through the large house into a small downstairs room. Along one wall was a rack of clothes similar to the woman’s outfit and moving quickly down whilst casting an appraising eye over Hannah the woman quickly grabbed one set off the rack and handed it to her. “Strip and put this on quickly. I assume your Owner told you nothing about the expectations tonight.”

“No he didn’t.” Wait… How did this woman know she had an Owner? She had said your Owner – did that mean she was owned as well? A thousand questions raced through her head but quickly the woman helped her strip and got her into a matching maid’s outfit. “You and I are the entertainment tonight for a party. My Owner sent me here with clear instructions. There is a party going on and they are allowed to make us do anything and use us however they please. I was under very clear instructions how much trouble I would be in if anything went wrong – you’d better not ruin things for me – I can’t afford for things to go wrong.”

 
Hannah looked at her and nodded mutely. This woman must be in a similar situation to her. She wondered what this party was, who would be there and what would be expected of her? She followed the woman as she led her way out of the room and to a flight of steps that led down. They were heading into a basement. As she followed the woman through a door at the bottom she stared round in amazement. Rather than a dingy, dark basement she had expected it was almost cavernous. Arched ceilings and pillars holding the arches up dotted the room. At one end were a range of sofas and a massive tv bigger than she had ever seen, almost a cinema screen. There was a large bar set against one wall and at the other end of the room... She gulped -  she had watched porn, she had loved BDSM porn and had watched plenty – this would have made any kinky woman’s heart beat faster and hers was no exception.

 
There were two massive beds, several X frames against the wall or sticking out, including one on wheels. Several benches and desks were dotted around with hooks and loops in convenient places as well as a couple of cupboards opened with their contents obscenely on display.  What kind of party was this going to be? She suddenly felt the nerves and horniness flood through her in equal measure. A door at the other end of the room opened and a group of about eight or nine well dressed men walked into the room. Her companion, the other maid, grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the bar as the men walked over, they barely seemed to notice them talking amongst themselves and she was almost agog at the fact they barely seemed to glance at the two half naked women next to them. The other woman was already pouring drinks throwing dirty looks at her and she quickly moved to help. Someone pinched her ass and she gasped then blushed as she saw the hands were all over the other woman as well as the men took their drink


She didn’t recognise anyone. With a slightly sinking feeling she realised she was no closer to working out who her blackmailer was and she had a feeling tonight would be a very, very long night. The drinks seemed to flow quickly and every time one of them got a drink their hands would wander over her increasingly. She and the other woman, who’s name she still didn’t know and when she had been going to ask she had received such a glare, were walking round the sofas as the men talked with trays of snacks that another man had brought down to the basement. Fingers traced up the outside of her thighs and then the insides, several of the men had stroked the outside of her pussy, one had teased her nipples and another had pulled her ass cheeks apart before slapping them sharply leaving a red hand print. This continued and she had no concept of time down in the dark. She just knew that she had never been more turned on in her life. Her pussy ached but the tiny little teases from all the different men weren't quite enough to push her over the edge into an orgasm. 

 
She had thought about resisting, thought about refusing to be part of this and walking away; about trying to get away but felt that she wouldn’t get very far and it would probably cost her everything. As the first hour (or what she guessed was an hour) wore on she realised that she didn't want to leave anymore. This scenario was so arousing and she couldn't understand why. She was simply a thing to these men and when one of them pushed two fingers inside her obviously very wet pussy she didn’t complain but moaned softly feeling him explore her wetness and his thumb brushed her clit. She was so turned on now being an object for their use that she was surprised that she didn’t cum there and when he withdrew his fingers she whimpered softly in frustration eliciting a small chuckle from the man who then turned back to his conversation with his friend.
 

She took a quick look around and saw the other maid on her knees with one of the other men’s cocks in her mouth. The man was still talking to his friend with a hand resting on the back of her head, a fist full of her hair guiding her head up and down as he spoke. Eventually he pulled her off and guided her hand to his cock, she slowly stroked it whilst the man he was speaking to unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out presenting it to her mouth before he returned to his conversation. Almost unbelieving Hannah looked around the room and saw she was being beckoned over by two of the men. She quickly walked to them, nerves and anticipation an equal mix inside her. One of them swiftly pushed her to her knees and unzipped himself. Having just seen what the other woman was doing she quickly took him into her mouth. It was long and hard and filled her mouth fully, she focused all her attention on it, feeling his hand grab a fist full of her hair then almost jumped in shock as her arm was grabbed and her hand guided to another cock, then her other hand was guided to a third. She was kneeling in a strange house, on the floor in a slutty maid’s costume with one cock in her mouth and one more in each hand. She tried to focus on stroking the two in her hands as the man in front of her was controlling her head how he wanted it.
 

Her pussy was soaked and aching. She was desperate for one of them to fuck her now. All thoughts of being blackmailed into this or nerves about what might happen gone as she desperately craved relief. Her hands moved steadily up and down the cocks, feeling them and trying to imagine their size, she couldn’t look as the man in front of her kept pulling her head down and seemed to be trying to *** her on his cock before briefly letting her up to catch her breath.

 
Suddenly she was being lifted. Cocks were withdrawn from her hands and mouth and she was carried over to one of the benches. Laid on her back she felt straps fastened around her, she was pulled and moved by different sets of hands until her head was falling back off the edge of the bench and she was looking at someone’s cock lined up with her mouth. Straps and ropes and god knows what was fastened to her, knees pulled up to her chest and bound there. Cocks were put back into her outstretched hands and then she felt a thick cock pushed into her pussy. It split her open and she came on the spot, shuddering and crying out around the cock being shoved into her throat. His balls were against her nose and she could barely breath, catching a gasp when he occasionally pulled out to smear saliva and cum across her face before plunging back into her mouth and throat.

 
She tried to focus on stroking the cocks but between the cock fucking her face like a sex toy and the other cock splitting her pussy open she had a feeling it wasn’t very good. Every now and then one of them would pull out and someone else would take their place, the only way she could tell was that the cocks were all different sizes and felt different as they filled her. She felt man after man cuming inside her, filling her until she could feel it leaking out of her pussy and down over her ass. At one point she felt someone pull out of her mouth and the thick cum cover her face. She lost track of time as she was used repeatedly, eventually she was exhausted, covered in cum and barely able to move or breath without effort. 


Lost in an orgasmic and exhausted haze she barely registered the straps being undone until she suddenly felt her legs flop from the bound position they had been in on her chest. She whimpered in *** and relief then felt herself being lifted again. By now she couldn't open her eyes as her face was that covered in cum. She could feel the sticky substance all over her skin. Then suddenly she was lowered, two people either side of her supporting her then the warm water of a shower hit her. She felt them supporting her as a third person slowly cleaned her. She was cleaned thoroughly inside and out, every hole - even though her ass hadn't been fucked all night which at the start had surprised her and then later she just didn't care. Even if she had wanted to resist the cleaning there was no way she would have been able to. 


Finally clean to her helpers satisfaction she opened her eyes as the water was shut off and she felt a thick warm bath robe wrapped around her. She had two men either side of her holding her up, they were naked a hard but making no move to use her. The other servant girl, who looked to have been much less ***d and than her had been the one cleaning her. She leaned in and surprised her with a soft kiss. 
"You did well slut. Your owner will meet you now."


She sagged in the arms holding her. She was physically exhausted and now he chose to meet her. All she could do was nod. She didn't really have any choices any way she realised. With the two men supporting her she was led through the massive house up to the upper floors where doors led off to large bedrooms. Finally pausing at the end of the corridor in front of one door the two still naked men released her and stood back. Hesitantly she knocked on the door, a familiar voice shouted for her to enter. With every muscle on her body aching she pushed the door open and stepped inside. 
Then stopped in shock at who she saw sat in a high backed leather chair with a glass in his hand and satisfied smirk on his face... 


She wasn't sure how long she stood there, or what was said to start with as she couldn't believe who was sat in front of her. Sprawled in a large, high backed leather chair was the Head from her school. Her boss. A lot of things suddenly clicked into place. If there was anyone in the whole school who could control who was where and had access to see everything in the school it was him. 


Nick was tall, just over six foot, with broad shoulders, short brown hair and glittering green eyes. She had always found him kind of attractive but never really thought much beyond that as he was her boss and it seemed a really bad idea to think about him in that kind of way. 


He was talking to her but it didn't really register. She was exhausted from the hard use she had endured for however many hours it had been. It was still dark out but she had no concept of time from what had been going on. A look of concern crossed his face and he put his glass down and walked over to her taking her by the hand and leading her over to a large sofa. He made her sit. 


"Hello my Toy."
She finally managed to focus on him.
"You?" She blurted out and he laughed with a wicked smirk on his face. 

"Me, yes Toy. I'm your owner, you are my property. I found out about you and decided you were too good a prize to pass up and so made you mine. And don't even think of telling me you haven't enjoyed being turned into my property."
His smirk was even wider now, a knowing one that made her feel a spike of arousal as she remembered his thick cock filling her the other day. 


Slowly, teasingly he reached out to trace his hand up her robed body until he gripped her throat. As his fingers tightened around her throat she whimpered, her breath catching and her eyes filling with the dark lust she knew he saw. The smile on his face widened. It wasn't the smirk now but something filled with pride which bizarrely made her desperate to please him. He was proud of her, his toy and slut and her cunt ached at the thought of him filling her again. 


He reached down with his other hand and gently and lifted the edge of her robe,  pressing his fingers to the inside of her thighs as she obediently spread her legs wide for him. He slowly traced his fingers up and down her pussy. She was soaked again already. Despite everything tonight she still ached for him. His fingers dipped inside her teasing, finding. He was becoming an expert at her inside and quickly she gripped his forearm as he brought her swiftly to an aching climax. She huddled into him, it felt so good but the border between *** and pleasure was too intense. She let out a sob of pleasure and *** combined and held on for dear life. 


He kissed her softly, releasing her throat and turning her head up towards him. "I think you've had enough for tonight my Toy." He took her had and led her through the room into a large bedroom and laid her in the bed. "I'm assuming no one will ask questions about your whereabouts tonight so rest here and we will discuss more in the morning." He reached out and took a cuff fastened to a length of chain and fastened it around her wrist, then repeated it on the other side of the bed. The keys to the little padlocks she watched him slip into his pocket. As she watched he covered her up with the quilt, walked to the door, switched off the lights and shut it behind him. Although her mind was racing she never noticed when she passed out. 


It was light when she woke. Someone was on her, someone was in her! Her eyes flew open with the realisation and as she saw her Owner above her she orgasmed on the spot. He had her chained and cuffed arms pinned beside her head, her aching legs were spread wide and that delicious, thick cock was sliding in and out of her pussy. She had been dreaming about sex and now she knew why. Every deep thrust inside her made her groan and cry out as he started to speed up. He had obviously just decided to enjoy himself with her while she was asleep and it was a fantasy she never realised she had. 


Waking to her Owner using her for his pleasure had ripped an orgasm from her without even conscious realisation. Now he pinned her to the bed and that thick cock slammed in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on, rolling her hips to meet his movements. "Please Master, fuck me, fill me, use me..." He groaned in pleasure in response and his thrusts grew more urgent. His cock split her open, thrust after thrust, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. She felt it stretch her, felt herself rising towards another orgasm as he leg go of one wrist to grab her throat. He squeezed it tight, pinning her to the bed and squeezing until spots danced in front of her eyes then just as she reached her peak and began to orgasm he pulled out. She cried out in frustration at the sudden empty feeling mid-orgasm then he was straddling her chest, pressing her tits around his cock as it exploded. His cum splashing out over her face, her neck, down over her tits as he pulled back and stroked the last remnant of his cum over her flushed skin. 


He stood, that self-satisfied smirk back on his face that left her feeling owned and used and proud all at the same time.  Leaning over he unfastened her wrists and kissed her hair as the cum dripped from her chin. "Grab a shower slut, then come through to the front room to talk. You will find a collar on the side in the bathroom. Wear it and nothing else."


He slid from the room and for a moment she lay there, covered in cum and watched his ass as he walked. She moved slowly, her muscles ached and she felt them in places she hadn't knew they existed. The bathroom was large with a walk in shower that she eagerly stepped into. The water was warm and as it cascaded down over her she felt some of the aches leave her. Strangely she felt relaxed and free and as unworried as she had ever been in her life. It was oddly freeing being owned by her Master. She grabbed one of the bottles of shampoo and lathered up her hair feeling herself getting clean was amazing after the last few days. Once finally clean she stepped from the shower and dried herself. The room was warm but she still felt a few goosebumps across her skin. 


On a small table by the door was a collar. It was beautiful. The black metal interwoven with dark blue bands of metal in flowing links that over-wrapped each other moving round. A small well hidden clasp at the back allowed it to almost invisibly link at the back. The front ended in a shining silver circle. It looked like a woven river of black and blue metal ending in the circle. She lifted it slowly. It was lighter than it looked but she could feel how strong it was. Slowly she undid the clasp and then lifted it around her neck. As she reached behind to fasten it closed she shivered. She knew that once she fastened this around her own neck she was utterly giving herself to him. Fastening it herself was giving herself to him in her head. She didn't hesitate and fastened the collar letting it lie around her neck. Naked she calmly walked through into the front room. 


Nick was stood by the window, still naked and sipping from a cup that steamed in the early morning light. The room was warm and he gestured towards the table where food and drinks had been laid out. She walked over, feeling more refreshed now and sat down. She helped herself to some toast and poured a black coffee for herself. She found herself eating and sipping the hot coffee and contemplating Nick who was now sat opposite her, apparently doing work on his iPad whilst she sat naked opposite him. Almost giggling she wondered how many staff meetings he had down whilst naked there and if anyone had ever realised. 


He looked up at her and she froze. "Come here slave. On your knees under the table." As she slid under the table she watched him shrug into a shirt, fasten a nearby tie around his neck and begin to speak to someone on the iPad. She realised he was talking to the Deputy-Head of the school in a virtual meeting. She also realised looking up at him that his was very hard - his cock jutting out under the table as he spread his legs wide. She knew what he wanted and moved to kneel carefully under the table, taking his hard cock in her hand and guiding her lips to it. She watched as he leaned forward and pressed something, "Just your mouth slave." She hoped he had been pressing mute! 


She let go of the shaft with her hands, resting them palm down on her thighs as she slowly worked his shaft with just her mouth. As he discussed staffing issues she felt his hand on the back of her head pushing her down until his thick shaft filled her throat. She struggled not to make a sound and let out the tiniest whimper as she started to ***. He let her up and she gasped and swallowed. Letting his cock slip from her mouth she started to lick and kiss from the base of his balls up the length of shaft. Kissing, licking, worshipping the throbbing cock in front of her. Carefully she took it into her mouth again and began to bob her head slowly up and down the length. Taking more and more of it into her mouth she loved every little twitch she felt run through him as she worked his shaft with every ounce of skill she had.


She thought she heard his voice shift slightly and then suddenly he was ending the call and pulling her to her feet. Moments later she was face down across the heavy wooden table her legs kicked wide and that thick cock pressed to her wet hole. There were no words, she was his and he took her. His hard cock split her open, filling her between one heartbeat and the next. She hadn't realised just how wet and turned on she was until he slid into her smoothly and she moaned her pleasure to the room as he started to fuck her. His hand was between her shoulders, pinning her to the table as he pushed in and out. She felt her orgasm rip through her as his cock thrust deep over and over. His hand slid up her back and around her neck to grip her throat tightly as he slammed into her one last time and she felt his cock throb and pulse as stream after stream of his cum flooded into her. As she felt him emptying himself inside her she climaxed again, her body shuddering as his hand squeezed her throat tightly. 


She felt his softly kiss the back of neck as she lay there *** and filled. Slowly his cock slipped from inside her and she took a moment to catch her breath before standing. He took her hand and led her back through to the bedroom, leading her over to the bed and pushing her face down onto the bed. From a nearby cabinet he took out a mass of leather and buckles and then without speaking slowly took each arm, each leg and wrapped a cuff around them before tying them behind her back leaving her hog tied in the middle of the bed. He walked from the room and closed the door behind him. She lay there, *** and unable to escape and felt her mind drifting. All the moments from the last week were playing through her head. She had vivid flashes from the previous night but a lot of it was simply blurs of cocks and cum and her own repeated, exhausting orgasms. Her mind slowly drifted and she stopped thinking about who and where. She was bound and *** and his. 


The door opened softly, she had no concept of how long he had been gone, it could have been minutes or hours but her muscles had begun to ache. She felt cold around her ass. Then the feeling of lube being spread and pushed in. Followed by a plug pushed in slowly, stretching her ass. Next she felt something being pushed deep inside her pussy. She groaned as it filled her, some sort of egg toy she guessed from the shape and feel. A few moments later a ball gag was pushed into her mouth, leaving her bound and gagged and ***, then a blindfold lowered over her eyes. She was totally cut off now. Blind, gagged and bound and then the two toys inside her started to pulse and vibrate. 


It was agony and ecstasy! Cut off from the world around her all she could hear was her harsh breathing as the two toys pulsed and moved inside her. The twin vibrations drove her close to an orgasm then the intensity dropped. It was like someone knew when she was close. The plug in her ass pulsed and throbbed, picking up and slowing down. The egg inside her soaked pussy vibrated or throbbed, the settings changing when she least wanted them to. Closer and closer she got to an orgasm then the devices would almost shut off leaving her to groan in frustration around the gag in her mouth. She was sure she was soaking the bed beneath her. 


Suddenly the cut off completely. She felt her released from the hog-tied position she had been left in and her hips lifted. A pillow was shoved under them, her arms still bound behind mean her face was buried in the bed. The egg in her pussy started to throb and she felt the plug unceremoniously pulled from her ass. Moments later she felt the now familiar thickness of her owner's cock pressing against her tight, lubed ass. He started to push and she felt herself stretching to accommodate him. It was good that she has gotten used to toys in her ass as his cock was thick. She tried to breathe carefully, to relax herself as he slowly pushed the head of his cock past the tight opening. Once inside he began to rock slowly back and forth, working more and more of that thick shaft into her ass until finally she felt his hims coming to rest against her cheeks. Her arms were against his naked chest now and she felt him slowly start to pull back before fucking into her again. 


Never before in her life had she felt as full as this. His thick cock stretching her ass as the egg throbbed and pulsed inside her. It didn't take long until her first orgasm exploded and she thrashed underneath him. His hands pinning her and his weight driving his cock down into her ass held her in place under him throughout. Only this time her orgasm never seemed to stop, they just seemed to roll from one into the next one. She lost track of whether it was one big one or lots of little ones filling her soul but orgasm after orgasm continued as she felt him driving in and out of her harder and faster now. She entered a haze where all she could think of was the egg, and his cock and the orgasms that over took her almost constantly. It was too much, she couldn't keep it all in her head. She was sobbing now as she came over and over, the intensity getting too much then she felt him slam into her ass one last time and the throb and pulse of his cock as he filled her ass with cum. She lay, *** under him as he claimed her last hole. Fucking it full of his cum and she was his.  

[Ci****]

Omg!!! So turned on but this!! 🥵😈🫦xx

[St****]

This is amazing. I can’t wait to finish it later!

[RubanesqueGirl]

Thank you ☺️

[do****]

👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿 well written

[Fa****]

I feel the author could do with some lessons from this head or the teacher. Or maybe he simply needs a proof reader 😉😘

[Dr****]

DAMN….

[St****]

Oh wow! It just kept getting better! Thank you for sharing this!

[Wo****]

11 hours ago, FatefulDestiny said:

I feel the author could do with some lessons from this head or the teacher. Or maybe he simply needs a proof reader 😉😘

Absolutely needs a proof reader and editor. I hate editing lol

[si****]

@dadopestone s.nap