"XXX Stories" My Pet Teacher P6

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XXX Stories My Pet Teacher P6
I still can't believe how quickly I was able to tame Becky. She wasn't behaving and reacting anything like I had expected. I had honestly thought that she would fight and resist everything for weeks, but she seemed to be embracing her new role with gusto.

When Lisa's body had been licked clean, Becky looked up at me and quietly asked, "Did I good Master?"

I wasn't sure if she was asking me about her cleaning job, or about her performance overall today. Figuring it was the latter, I bent down, and stroking the top of her head affectionately, told her, "You did very well today slave. You've please your Master greatly." At that, a stunning smile broke out on Becky's face and she seemed to positively glow from the praise.

Again, I was stunned by the reaction of Becky to the whole situation. This was working out better than I had ever imagined it would.

"OK slave, lets get dressed and then we need to get Lisa dressed as quickly as possible." Sensing a change in my attitude toward her, she nearly leapt up and with a noticeable bounce in her step began dressing herself as quickly as she could. Once we were both fully clothed, we retrieved Lisa's discarded clothing and began re-applying it in reverse order.

Leaving the bra fastening to Becky again, we soon had her fully dressed and propped back in her original seat. As I had expected, within 5 minutes Lisa began to awaken from her stupor. From the supply closet I watched through the crack in the door, as Lisa slowly shook off the effects of the drugs and began looking about the classroom in confusion.

When Lisa seemed to be fully back, Becky explained to her, "You must be over-exerting yourself with your cheerleading Ms. Beaumont. Right in the middle of our conversation, you just slumped over and fell asleep on your desk. I think it best if you head home and get a good nights rest. You should feel right as rain by tomorrow morning."

"Geez, did I? I guess I have been pushing myself too hard this last week. Maybe I need to pace myself a little more. Thanks Ms. O'Hare. I'll see you tomorrow then." And with that, she rose and left the classroom.

Once I was sure Lisa was gone, I exited the closet and approached Becky's desk. "Don't make any plans for tomorrow night slave. I think we have a new little whore to train."

"Yes Master," she replied with a small smile on her face.

CHAPTER 6

I awoke the next morning refreshed and ready for the final phase of my plan. I had spent last night preparing for it by editing the new photos sufficiently so that the only identifiable person in the photos was Lisa, and so that the location could not be determined either.

With photos and shopping list packed away in my bag, I headed off for school with a noticeable bounce in my step. I had enough dirt now to guarantee the submission of the 2 prettiest girls in school for as long as I desired.

The only class I had scheduled today with Becky and Lisa was Science class which was conveniently set down for the last period of the day. So as a way to pass the time and also to further the education of Becky, I arranged another lunch play date.

Once the lunch bell sounded, I began making my way toward Becky's class. Thankfully, she was alone upon my arrival.

The difference in her was immediately noticeable. Where as only two days ago, my arrival would have elicited a reaction of dismay and even dread, she now appeared to be eagerly anticipating my next move.

Closing the door behind me, I quietly approached her desk and stood beside her. As soon as I made eye contact with her, her head immediately bowed and she kept her eyes downcast in a subservient manner.

"Slave, I want you to get undressed and crawl under your desk." Her desk was the old wooden type which was completely enclosed on all sides except for the side in which you would sit. This side was obviously left open so as to allow the person space to place their legs under the desk. The space was also barely large enough to conceal a small adult should one decide to hide there. 

Without hesitation Becky replied, "Yes Master," and began quickly removing her clothing. Once naked she lowered herself onto her hands and knees and crawled into the enclosure, turning herself about until she was facing outwards.

Taking her clothes, I placed them in my school bag and then said, "I want you to stay slave. I'll be back in a few minutes. If you remain absolutely still and quiet, you likely won't be noticed under there."

A shocked look briefly flashed across Becky's face. "Please Master, don't leave me. I'll be good, I promise," she pleaded with these big puppy dog eyes.

Her plea was so pitiful, I actually felt momentarily bad about it, but I reminded myself that I had never planned on truly leaving her alone. I just wanted her to think that I had. Without another word, I turned and left the room, purposely leaving the door to the room wide open. 

I stood in the hallway for roughly 5 minutes, just long enough to panic her a little bit. I'm sure to her it probably felt like an hour. Just as I was about to enter the classroom again, Jason Gillis, a friend of mine just happened to be walking by. 

Standing in the doorway, I raised my voice high enough so as to ensure Becky would be able to hear me. "Hey Jason, what's up?"

"Not much man. What are you doing here?" he replied.

"Ah, that bitch Ms. O'Hare asked to speak with me at lunch today. I'm just waiting here for her."

Nodding his head, "You still pissed at her about failing ya, eh?" he asked.

"Yeh, but don't worry, she'll get what's coming to her." I replied.

"OK man, take it easy," and then Jason continued on down the hall.

Once Jason was out of sight, I closed the door to the classroom and quietly crept up to the desk. Straining my ears, I could not make out a single sound. Slowly peering around the corner, I could see Becky kneeling on the floor as motionless as a statue. She had a wild panicked look on her face.

Figuring she had been tortured enough I walked around to the front of her desk and sat in her chair facing her. She didn't say a word, but looked up at me with these big round saucer eyes filled with noticeable fear. "It's all right slave, we're alone," I reassured her.

A wave of relief seemed to ripple through her body at hearing that, and then she broke into tears crying softly, "I'm sorry Master. Whatever I did to disappoint you, I promise I'll try harder to please you. I didn't mean to disappoint you Master. Please give me another chance," she begged through her quiet sobs.

The display of such raw emotion, and her belief that she had done something wrong and her earnest desire to please me, pulled hard at my heart strings. I had to fight the urge to reach out and embrace and comfort her, and to tell her that she had done nothing wrong. I really wanted to stay angry at her for failing me in school, but her complete acceptance of her new role and her utter submission to me, was quickly weakening my resolve.

Scrambling to figure out something to say, I mumbled out, "It's all right slave," as I stroked her hair. "I know you didn't mean to disappoint me and I believe you when you say you'll try harder to please me."

She nodded her head visibly at this, and began wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oh yes Master. Thank you Master. I will try harder, I promise."

"OK slave, before we can get dressed I need a little relief here," gesturing to my crotch.

"Yes Master." And without a further word from me, she shuffled forward on her knees and quickly began unfastening my belt and jeans. Once she had them undone and pulled down my legs, I scooted my ass down to the edge of the chair to give her fuller access to my cock. 

With no hesitation at all she began to lick the entire length of my cock until it was completely covered in saliva and was rock hard. Rising up on her knees, she then brought the tip of my cock to her mouth and began bobbing up and down on its length. Before long, she had taken most of my cock in her mouth and I could feel on each downstroke my cock bumping against the back of her mouth.

Putting my hands on the back of her head and applying gentle pressure down, I gave the signal that I was ready for her to start deep-throating it. Again, without hesitation, she began to drive her head down hard on my cock ramming its length into her throat. The room was soon filled with the beautiful sounds of my new slave gagging on each downstroke. 

Eyes watering from the constant gagging, and struggling for breath, she continued to brutally fuck her throat on my cock without any coercion or pressure from me. She almost seemed possessed in her determination to make her 'imagined wrong-doing' up to me.

I soon found it hard to control myself and began moaning in pleasure, "Oh God slave. That's it. You're doing a great job throat-fucking my cock. You're going to make me cum slave. That's it. Here it comes. Now don't pull out when I cum. Leave it in your throat slave." And with a final thrust I jammed my cock its full length into her throat and holding down on the back of her head, unloosed my semen directly into her belly.

Between grunts as spurt after spurt of my cum emptied into her throat, I can hear her gagging and struggling for breath. When finally the last spurt is gone, I release my hold on the back of her head and allow her to finally withdraw my cock from her throat.

With great gasping breaths, she inhales her first few lungs of air, which then brings on a spasm of coughing. After a minute she finally manages to get her breathing and coughing under control and sits back on her haunches to await my next command. 

What a pitiful mess she looked. From the crying and gagging, her makeup around her eyes was completely destroyed. Her nose was running and her hair was plastered to her forehead from sweat.

"You've pleased me greatly slave," I said, patting the top of her head.

A big smile flashed across her face. "Thank you Master."

"You'd best get yourself cleaned up. Classes will be resuming soon," as I hand her the clothing from my bag.

"Yes Master," grabbing the proffered clothes thankfully.

"After science class today, I want you to ask Lisa to stay behind again. I think its time we let her in on what I have in store for her. Can you do that for me slave?" I asked.

"Of course Master" she quickly replied.

With that, I took my leave of Becky to grab a quick lunch before heading back to classes for the afternoon. It was with nervous anticipation that I awaited the confrontation with Lisa after school. It was exactly the same feeling I had when I first confronted Becky at the start of the week. Now 5 short days later, I was preparing to start the process with Lisa. Though in reality I knew it was only 5 days which had passed, it already seemed a lifetime ago.

CHAPTER 7

Science class seemed to take forever to end. It was literally like one of those Charlie Brown cartoons, where all you hear from the teacher is a "waa, waa, waa" sound as she speaks. It was like this with Becky too. My mind couldn't focus on what was being said as it was too preoccupied trying to figure out Becky's newest behaviour and about what was going to happen with Lisa.

It was with great relief when the buzzer did finally sound.

"Ms. Beaumont, I'd like you to stay for a few minutes after class please," Becky called out over the din of the class leaving school for the weekend.

Staying in my seat until the class had emptied out, I could see Lisa begin to look questioningly in my direction. Once the class was empty, I motioned to Becky about the door. Taking my cue she walked over and closed the door.

"Uh, Ms. O'Hare, why do you need to see me and why is 'he' here?" emphasizing the word 'he' with obvious disdain.

"Actually Lisa, I'm the one who called this meeting," I interjected.

"You? What the hell do you want loser?" she questioned with an obvious tone of contempt. 

"Now look here Ms...." Becky began to admonish, before being silenced with a hand gesture from me.

Lisa's attitude only bolstered my resolve to follow through with my plan to blackmail her. "I think its best if you have a seat Lisa," I replied reasonably.

"I don't think so...I'm out of here loser," she said haughtily. And turning about, she began to march imperiously towards the door.

"Well alright then Lisa. But that image you tried so hard over the years to cultivate is going to take an awful beating when everybody in school sees this tomorrow," holding up a brown envelope containing the photos.

That stopped her dead in her tracks. Her reputation was everything to her. "See what?" she asked suspiciously as she turned to face me.

"Aw look, don't worry about it. You can see Monday with everyone else." I replied nonchalantly.

"See what you loser?" she asked angrily.

"You know Lisa, you really should get that attitude in check, because you're not helping your case any." I warned.

"Fuck you loser. See what?" She said as she came to stand several paces in front of me.

Shaking my head in disappointment, I replied "You will be held responsible for your disrespect Lisa."

"Fuck you asshole. What the hell do you have in there?" She was obviously losing control.

Raising my voice, I yelled "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SIT DOWN."

A shocked look flashes across her face as she recoils from my voice, and then hastily sits down without another word. In a calmer voice, I stated, "If what I have here were to become public knowledge Lisa, your reputation would be ruined forever." 

Placing the envelope on the desk in front of her, I step back to observe her reaction. At first she doesn't move, but intently stares at the sealed brown envelope in front of her. Finally, with a slightly shaking hand she reaches out and takes the envelope and tears it open at one end. As she dumps the photos out and begins to look at each, her face blanches a dreadful white and the shakes become much more pronounced. First a shocked and then a fearful expression play across her visage as she begins to slowly shake her head no.

"What...how...I don't understand?" she asks in confusion looking up at me with eyes quickly filling with tears.

"Well Lisa, I think its pretty obvious now isn't it? These pictures show us what a slut you really are. I'm sure all of your friends will love to see these." I reply mockingly.

"But these pictures...I didn't...where did they come from?"

"Where or how really doesn't matter now, does it? All that matters is what everyone will think when they see copies of these plastered all over the school. These pictures will be on every porn website across the state within days. You'll be famous Lisa." I add brightly.

"How...you bastard. How dare you do this to me! You'll pay for this!" she threatened. Turning to Ms O'Hare she asks, "Ms. O'HARE, do you see what he is trying to do? Aren't you going to do something about this?"

While all of this had been going on, Becky had quietly retreated to her seat and had been watching the entire scene intently. "Well Ms. Beaumont, I really don't think there is anything I can do here. I think it best you listen to Mr. Drake."

"WHAT? I don't understand!" she practically screamed.

"I'll make it very simple for you Lisa. You have a decision to make and I am going to give you 3 hours to make it. At precisely 7pm tonight, you will present yourself at this address and be prepared to accept the consequences for your behavior," I said passing her a piece of paper. "If you do this then what is contained on these photos will never go beyond the people in this room and your reputation will be safe. If you choose not to be at that address at the appointed hour, then all bets are off and we will see how you try to explain to the entire school what a slut you are. Do you understand Lisa?" I asked.

'But why are..." She begins.

"Ah, ah, ah," I cut her off raising my hand for silence. "I simply want to know if you understand what I have just said. The discussion on this matter is over. You be there at 7pm and everything will go away, or you don't, and you deal with the consequences on Monday. Now do you understand?" I ask enunciating the words of my last sentence very slowly and clearly.

A small nod of her head is all the response I get.

"Very well, you may go now Lisa. Decide well." as I dismiss her with a wave of my hand.

Still in shock, Lisa shakily rises from her seat and stumbles out of the classroom clutching the piece of paper with the address written on it.

Turning to look at Becky, I see that she is intently watching Lisa depart the classroom with an almost excited look on her face. At this point I'm not even sure who is more excited about this - me or Becky? Taking a closer look I can see her chest rising and falling more rapidly than normal and her nipples are noticeably erect beneath her blouse.

I reach out and grab her left nipple and squeeze it hard, eliciting a quick yelp of pain from Becky. "Well, I see my slave is turned on by other people's humiliation as well."

She blushes a deep red at this statement and quickly bows her head in shame.

"To prepare for tonight, I have made a list of things I will need you to acquire at a store," I said, pulling a folded note from my school bag and handing it to her. On it, I had written down numerous items which can only be purchased from a sex shop. Some of the items listed were things like nipple clamps, strap-ons, butt plugs, and wrist and ankle cuffs. The total bill for the items on the list would likely be in the $600 to $800 range. I figure Becky makes enough money to afford that. To her credit, she didn't even bat an eye when she looked over the list.

"Yes Master" she quickly replied.

"I'll be at your place around 6:30pm tonight. Ensure you're back by then slave," I instructed.

With a small bow of her head she replied, "Yes Master."

Grabbing my bag, I turn about and walk out of the classroom, pondering the issue of whether Lisa will show up tonight or not. Either way, her life was going to change drastically. She deserved everything that was about to come her way.

CHAPTER 8

6:30pm finally rolls around and I find myself standing on the doorstep of Becky's home. Her house is in a quiet suburb and is on a piece of property surrounded by trees and high shrubs. Not even bothering to ring the bell, I simply grab the knob and enter the house.

Becky, who had been sitting on the couch watching TV, looks up with a startled look on her face as I entered unannounced. She quickly jumps to her feet and rushes over to stand in front on me, eyes downcast as she quietly murmurs, "Welcome Master."

"Thank you slave. Now why don't you show me all the things you bought today?" Referring to the list of sex toys I had given her earlier.

"Yes Master," she replies as she turns and trots off into the kitchen, only to return seconds later holding a large gym bag. 

Sitting down on the couch, I take the bag from Becky and begin sorting through it, silently inventorying everything in it making a mental note for later use. After I am satisfied that everything I had asked for was there, I turn my attention to the interior of the house. Getting up from the couch, I ask Becky to give me a short tour so that I will be able to familiarize myself with the furniture and the layout.

By 7pm I was finished the tour and had taken some time to arrange the furniture and lay out some of the equipment I had brought with me, including the hidden camera I had used in the locker room earlier. I found myself checking my watch practically every 30 seconds. Though I was trying not to show it, I was a bundle of raw nerves as I waited to see if Lisa was going to show up. As I wandered throughout the house, Becky simply followed a step behind me ready to answer any question I might ask or to perform any task I might give her. Not once did she question me or inquire about what was going to happen tonight. Her total submission and acceptance of everything still had me a little baffled. (next part 7)
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