Chapter 08

Hollie sinks deeper into slavery

"Please master, can your humble slave girl remove these chains for school?" Hollie pleaded.

She felt like a young schoolgirl, seeking permission from her father not to wear an irksome uniform. Instead, she was an adult, a teacher needing this young student's permission to dress decently for school.

As humiliating as the grovelling made her feel, she had to please Roger, while desperate for his help. She had tried to remove the chains, even if it meant being chastised by him. The vigorous struggling had been in vain, for they were locked in place at the collar, and between her legs.

After cooking breakfast she stood before him, waiting upon his answer. Surely he wouldn't send her to school like this?

Roger examined his beautiful teacher, wearing just a slave collar and chains. She was hot from being so vulnerable, and having to beg a mere student for freedom. He could have her right there, on the floor at his feet, ready to suck his cock. She had sunk so low, that she would take him between those luscious lips, at just a word of command.

She had gone from thinking of him as a domineering student, to playing at being his slave girl, pandering to his dominating role as master. She submitted to any indignity he cared to put her through, as he had brought to the fore her submissive personality. She was now addicted to humiliation, becoming excited just from the prospect of another shameful situation.

To keep her in place he thought up ever more embarrassing situations and humiliating punishments, which were working out well.

"Over my knee slave girl," he ordered. There was no need to be fierce or particularly heavy, as she had learnt to automatically obey him.

"Yes, master," Hollie murmured. It was important to keep her master happy, or he might not remove the chains. The fear of that was exciting, but she dare not think about arriving in school wearing them, or she would become too aroused.

"This butt plug needs replacing," Roger told his slave.

"Thank you, master," Hollie intoned.

She bit her lip, while trying to suppress the moans of pleasure, as he massaged her bottom with grease. The butt plug popped out easily. She wondered how it worked, for it had been impossible to remove when she tried it. After the first abortive attempt she gave in to his order to leave it in.

She sighed heavily, acknowledging this compliance as further proof of how much under his control she was. It was comforting to know she didn't have to decide anything any more, as her master looked after her. Like now, it could be so pleasurable giving in to him!

The touch of his fingers circling her asshole, teasing it, was wonderful. With his other hand fingers were teasing her pussy and stroking her thighs. He was playing with her lips, just missing her bud, occasionally pressing it delicately. If it was the weekend, she would wish for this to continue all day. This morning they had to get to school.

"Oh!" she yelped, as the butt plug was eased into her bottom. The butt plug often felt larger, though it would do, as her sphincter had tightened around his finger. She relaxed again, as those magical fingers continued to tease so delightfully.

She felt a hand stroking her thighs, while fingers teased her pussy. This was such a wonderful way to relieve the stresses of teaching, the technique should be taught in school. Hollie imagined giving directions to the guys in her class. Up a bit, that's it, not so rough, maintain the pressure just there. There was no need to guide her master, for he was guided by the soft moans of pleasure.

"Did it hurt, slave girl?" he sympathetically asked.

"Only a little, master," she replied.

"It's a bit bigger than the last one, so be careful for a little while. You'll soon get used to it, as you did with the others," he told her. "Come on, you'll lie there all day if I let you. Get dressed, the choice is yours today. Just a treat, so don't get use to it," he said.

"But master, please, the chains!" she moaned in dismay. The casual remark about the butt plug was soon forgotten, as she realised he wasn't going to remove the chains.

"You'll just have to wear something to hide them, and be careful in class," he warned her.

"Oh! Please master! Your little slave girl might get found out. She'll be helpless without her master. A slave girl in chains, in class, it will be so dangerous master. Anyone could take slave girl over and make her theirs, while she is in chains. Please remove them master," Hollie beseeched him, while on her knees.

Roger very nearly gave in to her. She was acting so humble and pathetic, really going for the slave girl act. The way she had given in to this submissive side so completely, was surprising. He guessed the fear and thrill of discovery, would keep her hot all day.

It was unlikely anyone would find out about the slave chains, though he wondered how she would react if they did. What would happen if someone took hold of her collar? Would she slip into the submissive role with a stranger? Would she become so submissive they could lead her away, for her to become their unwilling, yet obedient slave girl?

It was almost worth setting up to see what happened.

"Over my knee slave girl," he ordered sternly. Hearing her whimpers of apology was satisfying. It left him feeling strong and powerful. He could no longer think of the woman as an authority figure, as a teacher, or even an adult. How could he when she so willingly submitted to him as her master.

He slapped her bottom hard. He heard her suppressing the yelps of pain. "You are a naughty little slave girl. What are you?" he asked.

"I'm a naughty little slave girl, master," Hollie answered with sincerity. "Ouch!" she blurted out when he slapped her again.

"You can yell if you like, but you're master is going to sting your bottom so you remember to behave and obey. Understood?" he demanded.

"Yes master, sorry master," Hollie answered with a humble little voice. She tried to hold back, but couldn't help yelping as her master spanked her bottom.

Several strokes later she stood before her master looking sorry for herself. "Yes, master, thank you for spanking your errant slave girl, master. Your slave girl will obey you master, honest," she faithfully promised.

Her cheeks stung as a reminder that she must fulfil the promise and obey him. She ran to the bedroom to get dressed. Pulling panties on, a hand wanted to stray between her legs. She was so wet it was imperative the itch was scratched. Knowing her master was waiting she held off from touching her sex.

There was only one option and that was the business suit, which would hide the chains. It had been worn to make her look older, more mature and suitable as a responsible teacher. Yet here she was wearing slave chains, subjecting herself to a young guy's whims.

There was no time to think about how or why this had happened, besides that, she dare not dwell upon the sordid state she had sunk into. Without a glance in the mirror she ran, as an eager to please slave girl, back to her master.

As usual they stopped just inside the door before leaving.

"Open your legs, a bit more," he said, while reaching up the skirt, pushing his hand into her panties.

Hollie felt his hand rubbing her crotch, exploring everything, to check she had shaved smoothly enough. Having become used to this routine, it was no longer humiliating for a student to be delving into her panties. He already knew she was smooth down there, for he had fitted the butt plug, so this was just another way to assert his authority over her.

Pulling herself together before a mirror a quizzical look distorted her features, crooking her eyebrows. She sharply tugged at the skirt again.

"Your master had it shortened," Roger smiled. He knew she would have to choose the suit, as it was the only thing that would cover the chains. Now the hem was well above her knee. It was a little short for a teacher, though not flagrantly outside acceptable standards.

"Oh!" Hollie muttered, not knowing what to say. She was already anxious over the chains, and this added to her fears. She would be a bag of nerves all day.

***

On the drive to school Hollie had plenty to think about. She drove slowly, agonising over the prospect ahead, of sitting in class wearing a slave collar and chains! Looking in the mirror, yet again, to check the collar wasn't too obvious, she pulled at the blouse, trying to hide it completely.

It was a silver band with two chains running from a loop in the front. Apart from the small lock, fixing the chain in place, it looked like a fashionable piece of jewellery. The chains might look as though a pendant hung from the collar, though it was better to try and hide it. At least it didn't have a slave name tag on it.

In the bathroom earlier, she had tried to remove it without success. One end fitted into the other, sealing it tight. Without giving it much thought she concentrated on the chains. A tiny lock between her lips held the piercing loops together, and locked the chain to them.

At the lights she fidgeted and was reminded of the butt plug. It was only this morning her master told her he had been fitting larger butt plugs into her bottom. She hadn't realised what he had been up to. This had been forgotten on realising the chains weren't coming off. Sitting there dwelling upon the butt plug, she suddenly realised what it meant.

"Oh! My god!" she exhaled loudly. She was a mature woman, though she had to admit not so worldly wise after all, as this was so very dim-witted. She had let one of her students enlarge her asshole, over the last couple of weeks, with only one possible explanation.

A car horn sounded and she saw the light had tuned to green. Trying to calm herself she slowly pulled away, with the impatient driver following closely.

"That's it mister, get up my ass, its big enough now," she laughed. The sound was too close to hysteria for comfort.

Forcing herself to think about something else, the experience of last night came bounding in. Hollie shivered from remembering that nasty guy pulling upon her nipples, while fitting the large piercing rings. This morning she wore a substantial bra, under a white cotton blouse, to hide them.

A large pair of white cotton panties helped her feel better too. The uncomfortable feeling of large thick rings through her bud, and lips, could be withstood. The lips were down to a dull ache now.

The agonising humiliation of that piercing parlour was heating her up, so she had to think of something else. She caught herself getting wet from a pleasant memory. Last night her master had spent some time soothing her tortured body with his lips and tongue. Remembering that was even worse, for both nipples pushed prominently at the blouse, despite the sensible bra.

Thinking of piercings reminded her of the earrings. She pulled her hair back on one side and glanced in the mirror. Damn! With so much else to think about she had forgotten them. The large hoop earrings were too slutty to wear in school.

She had always thought of them as slut earrings. The kind of girl that wore them in college dressed in short skirts and tight tops. They would be available to the guys, as long as they got what they wanted in return. She certainly wasn't like that!

She was a slave girl, and her cunt belonged to her master! The thought crashed over her like a wave off the cold Atlantic Ocean.

She was using nasty words, and thinking of herself in that bad way. She sighed heavily. There was no denying it. She was dressed in slave chains, and wore his ownership collar. She was a slave girl; his slave to do with as he pleased. It meant being under his control and that gave her a warm feeling, knowing he was looking after her.

Hollie drove slowly into the car park, not wanting to shed the safety of her car while others were about. Leaving it close, she quickly made her way to her classroom, not wanting to be late. There were others dashing to class, but they were in too much of a hurry to notice a teacher.

When at last she sat at her desk, without anyone noticing her on the way, she jumped a little. A shiver of fright was felt as though receiving a bite from the butt plug. The chains were silent, but the very thought of them kept her from moving around. Every time she lifted her chin too much, the chains would rub her sensitive bits.

While the students quietly got on with set-work, she mulled over her masters words from last night. It was after their wild session on the lounge floor.

At the time she hadn't been in a fit state to take in the significance of what he said. The collar had something to do with it. That was it! He wanted her to agree to be his live-in slave, and in return he would give her a slave name. It would be etched on the collar for ever. More than that, he would own her.

Sitting at her desk Hollie tried to mark some assignments. She dare not look up at the class, for she was brightly blushing. It was a good thing he wasn't there, or she would have to look at him, and that would give the game away. She would flutter her eyelashes at him, signalling to everyone they had a relationship, though how could anyone guess at its true nature.

Pressing down on the butt plug, as a painful distraction, also reminded her how completely she had succumbed to him. With such youthful vigour, he had mounted a sexual onslaught of pleasure, leaving no chance to recover her senses; never enough to resist him. This latest assault upon her body gave no respite, even in the classroom.

Would being a live-in slave be so different from how she was behaving now? Could she agree to being owned by him? Hollie didn't want to think about such a change in their relationship. She pressed her bottom into the hard chair, feeling the thing bite.

She thought of his words this morning. 'You must wear this larger one all day. Then tomorrow I'll fit a bigger one,' her master had casually informed her. He was preparing her asshole for his use! The disgrace was both shocking and arousing.

He acted as though he owned her body, whether she agreed or not and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

Hearing her breathing blowing noisily through her nostrils, she opened her mouth wide. Trying to calm it down, she went back to thinking what it might mean to be his live-in slave, rather than just playing at it.

***

That girl last night! Hollie had forgotten about her. The Asian girl had been envious, thinking she was Roger's permanent, collared slave girl. Could she take that extra step, accepting that he owned her?

The embarrassment of showing off her body so blatantly, and revealing those piercings, meant she had been in a daze.

It had only been a brief conversation, until the next customer walked in. The girl was serving in her father's restaurant at the takeout counter. She had lifted the side of her hair to reveal a pair of hoop earrings, and opened her mouth to display a pierced tongue.

There was no need for Hollie to reveal anything, for the dress was so thin and tight, her body was on show already. From the rough treatment of her nipples, they were still swollen, enveloped tightly as though vacuum wrapped.

After being pierced with those big thick rings, she had to stand with her legs parted. With the light behind her everyone who walked in could see, in silhouette, her distended lips with those big rings piercing them. The sheath dress was pulled tight over her mons, showing it was clean shaven. The ring in her bud pushed at the thin material.

The hem of the dress pulled under her cheeks, cupping them. If it rode up any further the butt plug would be revealed. One glance in a full length mirror was enough. Hollie had never felt so fragile and vulnerable in her life.

Every time a customer walked in Hollie had to press against her master for protection, with the need becoming overwhelming.

A couple of young guys walked in, immediately eyeing her up, whispering rude remarks about her. The smirks on their faces revealed their lewd thoughts, and shared whispers.

Her master was right, she was a slut, and needed to be controlled for her own good. Why else would she let him dress her like that, if she wasn't a dirty little slut? She needed him to control her, needing to be completely mastered by him.

***

Hollie coughed loudly to cover up the gasp of arousal. A face or two looked up, and quickly looked back at their work, not wanting to draw attention. They were probably doing something other than history, but Hollie was past caring. She was too busy trying to bring herself under control.

Eventually lunch time arrived. As soon as the class emptied he was there.

"Master!" Hollie exhaled, quietly though forcefully. He smiled pleasantly, and beckoned for her to follow. She knew where and what to expect. She eagerly trotted along, a few paces behind him, trying to be discreet. With every movement the chain pulled upon her naughty bits.

Her nipples were swelling, beginning to show even through the layers of material. It was imperative she get out of the corridor, and into the first aid room, before someone noticed.

The nurse came out of the first aid room, halting her by the drinks machine. Her master carried on, walking past the nurse. She fussed in her purse, as though looking for something.

"Hi! Do you need change?" a student asked.

Hollie was dumbfounded. It was that girl, the one flirting with her master. Wanting to say something to put the student in her place, she instead flushed red and stammered intelligibly. Still leaning over her bag, the neckline bulged slightly, just enough to reveal the slave collar.

"That's a nice choker, where did you get it?" Angela asked.

Before she could straighten up, the girl put a finger around it, weighing it. The slight movement ran the chain over still sensitive nipples, dragging it through the ring in her bud, and pulling on her lips. The humiliation of having this girl do such a vile thing to her, a rival for her master's affections, was dreadful.

She couldn't speak, couldn't tell her to let go. Of course it couldn't be revealed what the girl was doing to her body. Again she was in a helpless situation with this creature. The girl had a hold of her slave collar, stimulating her nipples a pussy!

"It's heavy, must be expensive," she said, while moving it up and down.

"Please, let me go," Hollie whispered, with a light wispy voice. She had meant to say, let go of the collar, but in her aroused state it all came out wrong. The vibrations over her bud would have been nice anywhere, other than in a school corridor.

"Eh? What's the matter? You OK?" Angela asked. She pulled on the collar harder. "Sorry, my finger is stuck," she lied. She pulled the teachers head up.

The girl looked her intently in the eye, with a sly smile across her face.

Damn! She suspects something, but surely she hasn't guessed all of it. If she found out about Roger it would put her in a difficult position, as if this wasn't bad enough. Hollie couldn't look away from her. She heard the few usual lunchtime students making their way to and fro, which heightened her embarrassment.

"Your boyfriend bought you this collar did he?" Angela asked, with a wiry grin distorting her lips.

"Yes!" Hollie whispered. So used to truthfully answering a master, it was likely she might reveal all. The humiliation and fear was stocking her so much she swayed a little.

Angela brushed the teacher's hair away from one side, to reveal a large hoop, pierced earring. Hollie felt as though she were an animal being led to the slaughter, terrified and helpless, unable to resist.

"That's interesting. I bet if I looked at the back of this collar I'd find it was sealed, tightly shut," Angela stated.
Surely this young girl didn't know about such things! Her master did, and like her he was only eighteen. Perhaps it was just that she had been naive, with her parents sheltering her too much.

"Please, let me go," Hollie pleaded. This time she meant it.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see students using the drinks machine. They hardly glanced at the two of them, being in too much of a hurry to care what was going on. Nevertheless it was terrifying to realise any minute a crowd might gather around them, to witness her public humiliation.

"It's a slave collar isn't it, teacher," Angela announced.

It was amusing watching the agony on the woman's face, as the collar was jigged up and down. She had wondered what the chain was attached to, until moving the collar. The chain was visibly moving through nipple rings. She knew exactly what she was doing, and enjoyed tormenting the teacher, right there in front of everyone.

"Yes," Hollie hesitantly replied. Her secret was out! Though it would be assumed the boyfriend was someone her own age or older.

It was fun sawing the chain over a teacher's nipples, but she wondered if it went further down. The poor teacher looked pathetic and helpless, as though she were a little rabbit startled in the lights of a car.

"Did he buy you the chain for your nipples?" Angela asked, sounding innocent as though asking about a handbag.

"Yes," Hollie answered, on an exhalation of breath. She had been holding it in, now breathed heavily. The damn girl knew what she was doing to her!

"Does it go down between your legs?" she quietly spoke.

"Yes," Hollie whispered, between deep breaths.

"Who would suspect a teacher was a slave, dressed in slave chains and in school too! You're a slut teacher aren't you?" Angela persisted.

"Yes," Hollie had to agree. She felt dreadful, for she really did feel like a nasty little slut of a girl. This young girl had her cupped in her hand like a delicate butterfly. If the girl closed her fist she would be crushed. Revealing this dire secret would crush her reputation.

"I can see the chains running over your nipples, but not down there. Tell me what I'm doing to you, slutty teacher," Angela demanded.

"I can't," Hollie demurred, looking down at her blouse.

"I'll look for myself," Angela crossly said, and pulled at the hem of the skirt.

It was up her thighs before Hollie could react. They were standing close, so no one could see, but eventually a student would notice something was up, and that would attract a crowd. She would be caught with her skirt up, showing off the vulgar piercings in her sex, to a group of students!

"Please, let me tell you, please miss," Hollie beseeched her tormentor. She sighed and furtively glanced around, checking no one had noticed the skirt being pulled up.

"You are running the chain through a piercing ring in my bud," Hollie gave a start, and began panting, as the girl tugged vacuously on the collar.

"Through a loop attached to your bud, and where else," Angela demanded to know.

"My lips miss. The chains are locked to my lips," Hollie finally admitted, to avoid another hurtful tug.

"Is that nice, teacher?" Angela asked, while moving the collar up and down in a long slow motion.

Without thinking she answered. "Yes, miss, thank you miss," Hollie breathed, meaning it was better than having her lips viciously pulled upward.

"You really are a bad little slut, aren't you?" Angela asked.

"Yes, miss, I'm a bad little slut, miss," Hollie couldn't help agreeing. It was so true, it hurt. She was in a school corridor, unable to resist this girl stimulating her naughty bits. She was so aroused she might orgasm before students.

"So tell me," Angela teased.

"You're rubbing my nipples and my bud," she sighed. "You're pulling on my lips. My pussy is so wet, I'm open and ready," Hollie painfully replied.

"Ready for what, slutty slave," Angela persisted.

It was delightful seeing the hurt look on this teachers face. It would be perfect having a teacher helplessly obedient at her feet. Te teacher was a real slut, being so easily sexed up. She would find all kinds of torments to inflict upon the slutty slave, if she could find a way of getting her home.

"I'm ready for a good hard fucking," Hollie murmured. The words were painful to say, let alone having to say them to this girl.

"I hope your master looks after you then," Angela commented, with contempt steeling her voice. She let get go of the collar and winked at the red faced teacher. "Our little secret," she said.

There was a lull in the flow of students, so Angela took the opportunity to humiliate the teacher that bit more. She patted her bottom, and told her, "Off you go slave, run along little slave girl, for a good fucking," Angela giggled.

The uncouth words were like a slap to the face. Hollie obeyed her though, by running off. She felt so small and low it was necessary to quickly escape the torment. The girl was a student, so should be treating her with respect. She had wanted to put the girl down for flirting with her master, yet the girl had taken control of her!

She scurried off along the corridor to the first aid room, and the safety of her master's arms.

"Where have you been? Never mind, we don't have much time," Roger scolded her. He removed the butt plug so she could use the restroom.

Hollie knew what he had been doing to her, but it was a shock to discover how effective the butt plug had been. Touching herself she found her asshole was open. Damn! This young guy has changed her body, made her tight virgin asshole into a gaping hole.

That damn girl had unsettled her. Roger's protection was needed even more after what had just happened. She had to get a grip of herself. Roger was her master, and as his slave girl, she had to obey him.

When he smiled reassuringly at her, she felt warm and comforted. He fitted the butt plug in, and this time she paid attention, realising it was the same one, as it easily slipped in.

"There's no time for anything else, we need to get back to our classes," he told her.

Hollie looked at him with imploring eyes, letting him know she needed him.

"What is it slave girl," Roger asked.

"Your slave girl is now master's three holed fuck doll. Will master use a hole, please master," she whined.

"Not now. Later we will have more time to play. Stop that right now, you're being a naughty slut teacher," Roger had to warn her. She was wiggling her bottom at him, trying to seduce him.

"Sorry master," Hollie said, not looking sorry at all. She was so fired up she desperately needed satisfying.

***

In class she pressed her thighs together, rubbing them, trying to trap the rings in her swollen lips. Occasionally when they were aligned right, she pressed down hard on the seat, massaging the ring in her bud. The pain was delightful. It held her back and at the same time was stimulating.

A tingle of bad pleasure went through her body. It was different from when her master spanked her. That was a different pain. It brought her under his control, wanting to please him with her obedience. The pain in her bud flattened out her arousal, and was exciting too.

Eventually she calmed down, to a throbbing ache of arousal. Something she had become used to.

The whispers and giggles indicated they knew something was wrong with her. Perhaps they thought she had a yeast infection. The girls might have guessed and gossiped to the guys. Though she was beginning to believe these youngsters knew more than she did about sex.

She no longer cared what they thought. There were just two days to go before the end of term, when she would be free of school. They were more concerned with organising a party than their teacher having a strange moment.

***

Every time someone walked past the door she looked over, expecting to see the principal marching in, with an angry expression. She rehearsed an excuse why she wore chains in school. It happened at a hen party. Friends had fitted them while she had too much to drink. She would offer to show him the locks, to explain why they couldn't be removed.

The thought of being innocent and reticent, about showing the principle her locked pussy, was starting her off again. She imagined telling him she was sorry' but had to prove to him the chains were locked on her body. Could he try and remove these tiny locks? She would be so grateful.

She imagined the principal's hands between her legs, pulling on her lips, while fiddling with the lock. He would pretend to be disinterested, while she became unavoidably hot. She would apologise to him, for becoming so aroused, but explained she couldn't help it.

"Please, sir, let me cum, please," Hollie whispered.

A couple of students looked at her with an enquiring expression. She shook her head, mouthing the word, 'nothing'. It wasn't 'nothing' though. She was a teacher and a slut, or a slut that happened to be a teacher. She was out of control. She needed her master to control her. He looked after her, leaving her feeling wonderful, satisfied and compliant.

***

Roger called in at his teacher's apartment, as usual. Since a neighbour asked where she was, meaning to ask who he was, he hadn't been challenged again. He told them he was watering the plants and collecting the mail for Hollie, while she was home visiting family. He indicated she was his girlfriend, though they assumed that from the way he spoke about her.

"Yes! Well done Hollie!" he whooped. The principle had apologised for not speaking to her directly and sending an email. He was offering her a permanent post, with advancement, to assistant head of department.

"Well, Hollie! You will be an important woman, head of the history department in school, and slave girl in my home. You're my lovely little slave girl," he laughed, while looking around the apartment.

It was a pity it would have to end after the summer break. It dawned on him he was thinking of keeping her that long. Was there any reason why not? Having a slave girl at his feet all summer, would be a dream come true.

They had gotten away with it so far, so how much easier would it be once they were out of school. Would she go for it? He would have to work her up into such a state she couldn't refuse. Keeping her that way, submissive and obedient would take some effort, though how much fun would that be?

"Awesome!" Roger punched the air, expressing his enthusiasm for an unexpected summer project. Not a school project, rather it's a teacher project. He would have to keep her hopping from one humiliation to the next, keeping her hot. That way she would be willing to obey him as his slave.

He rushed home, knowing she would be a hot slut from not getting what she needed this afternoon. At lunchtime she had been more aroused than expected, just from wearing those chains in class.

He walked in knowing she had arrived already and could smell food cooking. She was trying to please him with a meal.

Hollie hadn't told her master, about the girl playing with her nipples and pussy. There hadn't been time. She was going to have to tell him and dreaded it. She was a bad girl, letting someone do such a rude thing to her. Those thoughts about the principal were terrible too. She was out of control and needed him, needed to be controlled by him.

As soon as he walked in, her state of arousal climbed unbearably. She needed him so much. She needed her master to fuck her. It occurred to her he could punish her, by fucking her asshole. She cringed from thinking like that. She had never been so out of control, so heated up that she couldn't hide it.

Hollie sank to her knees before him. "Please master, you're miserable little slave girl, has been naughty," she whined.

"Have you been playing with yourself in the restroom again?" he asked, with a chuckle toning down his voice. He couldn't be angry with his teacher, when she was so frustrated from thinking about him.

"A girl was playing with the chains, master. She was stimulating my nipples and pussy. I couldn't stop her, master, sorry master," Hollie blurted out. She wanted to say more. The pose she struck, at his feet, and the overwhelming feeling of being pathetic, dried the words in her mouth.

Roger was stunned. He wanted to ask who it was and what happened, for it sounded dangerous to their game. Instead he needed to calm her, by taking control. He sidestepped the obvious question, playing for time, to get his own thoughts in order.

"Your nipples, your pussy, you are forgetting yourself, slave girl," Roger haughtily stated.

"Oh! Sorry master, your nipples, your, err, cunt master was, err, that girl," she tried again, stammering from anxiety.

"Who was it?" he asked. He sat down in an armchair forcing her to crawl along the floor, to squat at his feet.

"The girl who flirted with master," she said, tightening her mouth, showing disgust that it was her.

It was Angela. He knew she could keep a secret, though she might use it against him. "Did anyone notice this spectacle?" he asked, with heavy tones, indicated displeasure.

"No master your obedient slave doesn't think so," she responded, at last feeling there was a small consolation.

"Well, it could have been worse. Explain to me what she did to my slave girl," he demanded.

Hollie felt so small and insignificant. The way she was posed before him and the way he spoke, she was like a broken winged little bird at his feet. She needed him to put her back together again, to make her feel worthy.

"You've been a bad slut, teacher. You need to be kept under control," he said, and stroked her hair. He cupped her chin in his hand, lifting it to look her into the watery eyes.

"Well?" he asked.

"Yes, master, your humble slave girl needs her master's control. She needs to obey her master," she replied, with all the heartfelt sincerity that could be brought to the words.

He had her at a vulnerable moment, so decided to strike. Once she capitulated, it would be difficult for her to back out of the agreement. He would keep her panting for sex, by stimulating her in humiliating situations. In between times he would work upon her submissive personality. There would be no chance of escaping, while he kept her as a summertime sex slave.

"Have you thought about your slave collar, and being named?" he asked.

Hollie nodded, unable to answer. Was it such a big step? After all, she was already deeply trapped in the role, so what difference would it make? There were two days of school to get through, so she needed him to protect her reputation. He could talk to that girl, getting her to promise to keep quiet.

It would only be for a couple of weeks, until his parents returned from their vacation in Europe. What worried her was how it would affect her afterwards. She was too dependent upon him now, so how would she be after a solid two weeks in his apartment? Thinking of recovering, in the peace and quiet of her apartment, she nodded her head again.

"What do you say, tell me," he insisted.

"I want to be you're, err, slave girl. This slave girl wants YOU to be her master," she hesitantly volunteered.

"You agree to become my slave girl? Not just a game to play here and now. You will be my full time slave girl, to do with as I want. Everything you do will be with my permission," he told her, intoning a graveness of voice, that she might consider the words carefully before answering.

This time she faltered. She heard what he was saying and the way he was saying it, as though she were expected to make a solemn pledge. Under his stare, and with the influence of a throbbing pussy, she capitulated.

"Yes, master," she whispered.

"Let me hear you say it," he demanded.

Having obeyed his every command for the past few weeks, what difference could there be? She wanted him, needed him, in so many ways.

"I want to be your full time slave girl, and will obey you as my master, in all things. Everything your slave does will be with her master's permission," she formally answered.

"I will give you a new name, a slave name. I will own you from then on," he said.

"My master will name me as his slave. I will be owned by you, my master," she replied. Hollie looked up at him with tears sparkling in her eyes. She couldn't explain the happiness that washed over her inner-self. Feeling so much under his control left her feeling warm and content.

"Like any other possession I can use you as I wish. Dispose of you as I wish," he said. She looked curious, with her head to one side, as though this idea hadn't been anticipated. The eyes were still glistening with desire, clearly clouding her judgement.

"Slave will be an object, owned by her master. Like any of his possessions, Master can dispose of his slave," she said, and looked down at the carpet. What more could she say? It was a hard point to accept, yet she felt it, felt as lowly as a pet bitch, owned by a master.

The thought of being disposed of, wound around her mind, wrapping her in dread.

Seeing the troubled expression, he decided to distract her from dwelling upon this one unimportant point. It was only meant to rub in her lowly position, and to add to her humiliation. On the spur of the moment he decided to counter the idea that had upset her.

"Slave will be permanently owned by her master, forever she will be his dutiful slave, looked after and cared for," he clearly stated. This cheered her up, as she smiled warmly at him, managing a soppy grin.

Hollie heard him say he wanted her forever. A different form of ceremony flashed through her mind, where she wore a white flowing dress. Her heart fluttered alarmingly. Her master would look after her forever. She needed to hear that, needed him to keep her under control, and most of all she needed his loving care.

Abandoning her right now would leave her frustrated and lonely. After so much stimulation, after he had opened her eyes to so many exciting thrills, it would be difficult losing him. She needed her master so readily agreed for him to look after her forever.

"This is your name tag, for your slave collar," he announced, with a big smile.

She looked up at it. This was no simple, cheap dog tag it was a silver pendent, matching the slave collar. Her master's smile was so warm and inviting, the watery eyes threatened to spill over into tears of happiness. Her sight was blurry, so she couldn't read the name. Brushing at her eyes to clear them, she read her new slave name.

"Cindy," her master said, as she too read it out loud.

She took in her name and with it, all that it meant. There was a ditsy Cindy girl in her class. In college she had known a Cindy, and she too was a cute little girly, dressing in young, over feminine dresses. Playing up to the boys in a shamefully flirtatious way, seemed to be a past-time and a habit.

Was she too expected to act like a dizzy blonde?

"I'm so proud of my slave girl," Roger smiled. The smile was real. He was happy to have conquered his teacher, having her at his feet, prepared to be his absolute slave. She had agreed to be a mere object owned by him, and to abide by his commands. His teacher was willing to obey whatever he wanted!

She had already proved how low she would sink, abandoning her morals to obey him. Now he would see how far she was willing to go, with the more humble role of owned object.

Her master's genuine warm smile lifted her spirits. He was happy with her and she determined to keep him that way. The idea of being disposed of mustn't even be considered. She would work hard to please him, and obey everything he desired of her.

"When I attach your new name, you will repeat it. You will repeat the solemn promise that you have committed to. Understood, my beautiful slave?" he asked.

She felt the catch pushed onto the loop, and heard it snap shut on her collar. It was her slave collar, displaying her new slave name, for all to see.

A drastic change was washing over her, from head to toe. It was as though she were being bathed in warm cleansing water. She felt as though she were being reborn. She now had a master, a man who owned her, to look after her, to control her. She no longer had to think about life and its troubles; she had a wonderful master to decide everything, to make all decisions for her.

"Master! Your slave loves her new name, Cindy!" she excitedly announced. A big smile erupted, lighting her whole face with delight. The happiness spilled over her whole body, lifting her shoulders and straightening her back. It was as though a huge burden had lifted from her shoulders.

"Master, Cindy is your obedient slave girl, ready to abide by your every word. Cindy is nothing but an object owned by master. If she does not please master, she can be disposed of, like any one of the objects he owns," she breathlessly announced.

"Cindy promises to keep her master happy in all things, so he will keep her forever. This Cindy promises with all her heart, master," Hollie said, and looked up at him with a warm, endearing smile.

Roger swallowed, unable to take his eyes off the attractive woman at his feet. She expected him to say something, but he was unprepared, and too emotional to speak. Eventually he calmed down enough to think.

"Your master is very pleased with his slave," he whispered. "Prepare your reward, my wonderful slave girl," he said, while patting his lap. The anxiety over whether she would accept such a humiliating declaration left him feeling weak. Pushing his teacher this far could have broken the spell he held over her. Losing such a compliant slave girl would have been devastating.

He certainly wasn't prepared to fuck his teacher. Watching her eagerly suck on his cock soon had him ready. He corrected himself, this possession sucking on his cock, was no longer a teacher. This attractive, sensual woman was his live-in slave girl.

As he grew in her mouth she looked up at him, through hooded eyes, with a contended smile of satisfaction. She was so very happy knowing she was going to get what she wanted. Her master was going to fuck his cunt hard.