by Emmie Combs
Masked again, I went back to the dungeon to see Elise spread out on the bed. She wasn't sleeping but she was in a deep subspace. I brought her a cup of cold water, which she hungrily accepted. I told her I would let her rest for a few hours before she thanked me properly. She thanked me and almost immediately passed out. I grabbed my jacket and left to go to my room to do just the same.
It must have been around 8:30 when I woke up. When I have my days off from work, I come here to work and take care of bills so I don't like alarm clocks if I don't need them. Judging from the darkness outside my windows, though, it must have been pretty late. I was toying with switching outfits now as I knew that I was about to make Elise fuck me, but maybe I could have fun without changing into something more practical. I did need a new mask, though. Now that we weren't in the dungeon, I didn't need something so stern so I chose one of the most feminine masks I have. It's half white and half purple...very pretty. I quick ran my fingers through my hair, put it into a low pony tail, put my gloves back on and out the door I went. Time to have some fun.
I didn't know where to find Elise in case she got up sooner than I did but I checked the dungeon first. Sure enough, there she was...pretty much still in the same position that I left her in. I went over to the bed and started stroking her hair. She woke up immediately as if she had been dreaming and I startled her.
"Good evening, Elise. Did you sleep well?"
She yawned a big yawn and looked at me with a sleepy smile. "Hi, Mother. I did sleep well. Did you?"
"Ohhh yes. It was just what I needed. So are you ready to repay me?"
"Can't I wake up a little first?" she said as she started to close her eyes again.
I reached out and grabbed her nipples and gave them a good, hard twist. I knew that hurt her very badly. She didn't scream only because she couldn't breathe. I whispered in her ear, "Does this hurt you?"
She nodded and started whimpering.
"Are you awake now?"
She breathlessly said "yes."
"Good girl. Are you ready to repay me?" I squeezed harder.
"OWWWW yes, yes yes!" she screamed.
I laughed and let go of her. "Good!" I said. I was very excited for this. "Elise, you're going to fuck me now. However, I don't want your face in my pussy unless you're doing something a little extra."
Elise looked confused. "Mother, I don't understand." she said.
I got up from the bed and went to the dresser. There was a drawer at the bottom that only I have the key to. That's where I keep all my stuff that I don't want anybody to touch. In there lies a very special gag that I have never been able to use but, before I was able to actually find such a product on the Internet, I had a friend make this for me. It was made of black latex and it covered half your face from the bridge of your nose to the bottom of your chin. It had breath holes for your nose but the actual gag part was the exciting bit. Inside, there was just a normal leather gag but on the outside, there was a seven inch black dildo. Essentially, I was turning her face into a cock and I found that severely degrading which, of course, turns me on.
I got the gag out and walked it over to Elise. I could tell by how wide her eyes were that she was a little worried.
"What IS that?" she asked. She couldn't take her eyes off of it but I'll be the first to admit...it is a pretty impressive piece.
"Open your mouth wide for me."
She did as she was told and I put the gag on her. When I tightened the two straps in the back, I adjusted the latex face part so she looked perfect. I had to sit back and just drink her in. She looked amazing...and a little silly with a giant dildo hanging off her face but hey...it's going to get the job done and it's the way I've always wanted to see her.
I got up and stood at the side of the bed. I was getting very excited and breathing a little heavier now. "Unzip my pants," I commanded. Dutifully, Elise did as she was told like a good girl and carefully unzipped my pants. They dropped to the floor. "Remove the rest," I said. She removed the rest of my garments while I took care of my blouse and bra. I stepped out of my heels and laid on the bed. I don't think any of my girls have seen me naked because there's never a need for me to be naked. I never have sex at the house and people have to pay a hefty chunk of change to see me personally, which rarely happens, so this is a rarity. It felt nice, though. Even though I was still masked, I felt a little more free...just not as free as I'd like to be.
I didn't have to tell Elise to do a thing. She started caressing my body and she was lightly touching my pussy. I just let her do what she wanted. Obviously, which such a device attached to your mouth, it's easy to understand what the other person wants from you.
I spread my legs far apart and she moved in between them. With her soft, delicate hands she started to play with my clit as another finger moved inside me. I knew I was very wet at this point. She had been turning me on all day and now, seeing her like this, it was almost too much for me to handle; however, if there's one thing I'm good at, it is self-control. I can hold off an orgasm for a very long time until I want to release it. I would need that now as I was getting more and more excited and she continued to touch me.
She looked at me and made a little peep. I looked at her, confused, but I guess she was just signaling to me that she was about to fuck me because when we made eye contact, she took my legs, bent them at the knee and moved my hips closer to her. She grabbed the dildo on the gag and guided it slowly into me. Oh, it felt so wonderful, especially coming from Elise. I would not allow anyone else to do this to me.
She slowly started fucking me and I was staring at her the whole time. She was gorgeous. She gradually went faster and then kept a nice pace when she heard that I was starting to moan.
"Elise," I said, "Masturbate while you're fucking me."
She gladly did as she was told and her hand shot down to her own pussy. She started rubbing herself hungrily and started to moan herself. She was fucking me a lot harder now. It was nice to see that she was getting off on this, too. I could feel the intensity in my body building up and I was ready to come but this was just too wonderful of a sight. If I could, I would have Elise always be like this....naked, collared, laden with restraints, this gag in her mouth...it was enough to drive me crazy!
Elise started groaning louder and louder. She was probably ready to go as well. I said, with barely any breath in me, "Elise, you'll come when I do. Keep fucking. I'll tell you." I think just another minute went by and I didn't want to hold back anymore. "Elise, keep fucking. I'm ready to come." I said. I let out a loud moan, arched my back and had one of the most intense orgasms I've had in a while. It felt fantastic to share that with Elise. She pulled out of me and sat back on her feet. I removed the gag from her mouth and got up to put it away. When I came back to her, I had a blindfold in my hand.
"Put this on, sweetie."
"But..." she protested.
I was too drained from my orgasm that I didn't feel like arguing. "Just put it on, Elise," I said.
She put the blindfold on over her eyes and I checked to make sure she couldn't see a damn thing. I guided her down so she was laying with her head on the pillow.
"Elise, you've given me something today that no one ever has and I sincerely thank you for that."
"Mother, I had fun today," said Elise with a smile. "I thought I was in for something a lot worse when I saw that gag but it was so nice. ...but why the blindfold?"
"Because I want to give you something back. Something I've always wanted to do but never could and probably never will be able to again. This moment is too perfect so I wanted to give you this." I took my mask off and gave Elise a kiss on the lips.
She gasped and said, "Mother, your..."
I said, "I know. I know. It's all right. You can't see." I gave her another kiss and she kissed me back. For the first time since I started those fifteen long years ago, I finally felt free.
The End.
My Student
God, she is such a tease. With my hands
clasped tightly behind my back, as ordered, I tried in vain to re-organize my thoughts on the lecture. Unable to grasp what it was I had been trying to explain to my class, I instead asked a question trying to spark a discussion that would let me off the hook.
Her eyes continue to bore into me, penetrating, shooting sparks down to my toes and back up to my hard cock. My student. My Lover. My Mistress. No, not mine. I belonged to Her, body and soul. She owned me.
When I graduated with my teaching degree, returning to my hometown local College to teach sciences sounded like a dream come true. I was newly married and thought I was ready to settle down, start a family, and have a normal life.
No one could have been more surprised than I was on that first day of class, Advanced Chemistry, when she walked in the door to my classroom. I knew her instantly. We hung-out in the same group when I was in school. The funny thing is, I had always thought she was older than me, and here she was in my class, going to be my student.
At the time I had the biggest crush on her, and she knew it, liked to use it to her advantage. She used to go with a couple of the guys in the group, and heard all of the hot, kinky stories. Lucky bastards.
One night I had too much to drink and passed out on the couch in my friends' basement. I half-way woke up when I heard some noises. I woke up to see her on her knees, alternating blow jobs between my two friends. I quickly decided to remain motionless so I could watch the show. I was completely mesmerized watching her head bob up and down. By the look on her face she was enjoying it as much as the guys were.
One of them moaned, "I'm gonna cum," which stopped her actions immediately. She reached up and slapped him across the face, "Like hell you are. You're gonna fuck me, first. Then you're gonna fuck him." She grinned at the other guy, the one she was 'dating' at the time.
That caught my attention, this was years before being gay or bi or emo was cool for people our age. As I thought about it, I was kind of disgusted, but turned on at the same time at the thought of the two guys together with her there directing. Both guys seemed to easily accept what she said and followed her into the bedroom.
I was thoroughly disappointed to miss the main attraction, but quickly pulled out my cock to rub one out listening to them. What happened that night played a major role in my masturbatory fantasies for quite some time afterward.
So what was she doing here, in my classroom?
She seemed to regard me with interest, but I couldn't tell if she recognized me or not. Either way it was history. I was a professional, and now married; I was sure I could conduct myself and this class without incident. Boy, was I mistaken.
That first day went OK, even when she returned to my classroom later in the day for physics, the last class of the day. In fact the first week went pretty much without incident, though I shouldn't have let my guard down.
As a new teacher at the school, I felt the need to prove myself, and my worthiness, to my students. I quickly gained a reputation, especially with my advanced classes, of calling on the students unexpectedly, assigning a heavy load of homework, and conducting grueling exams.
Looking back now I wonder how much of my effort was meant to challenge my students at large, and how much I was simply trying to get a reaction from her. Being a young guy, the students felt comfortable enough with me to express their frustrations with my assignments, or to challenge an exam grade, but nothing seemed to touch her.
She was somehow mysteriously on the line between part of the 'in' group and almost beyond the group as well. They would often look to her for input or assistance. Sometimes she sided with them, and her unfailing logic would win me over as she stared unflinchingly, unapologetically, into my eyes. Other times she would actually take my view of things and would end the discord faster than I, the authority figure, was able to.
Though she would look at me while I lectured, her mind never seemed to be on the topic. That said, she was also always the one I could turn to when none of the other students knew the answer. She never raised her hand in class, yet by the same token always seemed to have the floor on the rare occasion she felt the impulse to join in the discussions.
Most infuriatingly, as a teacher, she NEVER completed her homework, was never bothered by a zero grade. However, each exam, no matter how difficult I tried to make it, she would finish in record time, always with the highest score in the class.
Once I realized she knew what she was doing, and wasn't going to conform to my standards, I pretty much let her have free reign. I decided it wasn't worth a battle as long as she was learning and maintaining her grades.
The physics class in particular was already nearly a self-guided class. The curriculum was designed for students who would be pursuing a science major, and was therefore a small, select group who would often end up in discussions which I allowed the students to direct, to teach and debate each other.
During physics, particularly when the class went off on a tangent, she would sit on the sidelines, reading a novel or jotting in her notebook. She rarely spoke up unless asked, by the class or myself, for her thoughts. Invariably she was up to speed on the discussion, and was able to contribute intelligently.
She knew me, as well. When the students were starting to get rowdy she would often look to me with a smirk on her face, as if to challenge me to control my classroom. If I was conducting a lecture, asking a difficult question, she would put her book down and patiently wait for me to call on her, knowing my questions would be un-answered by her peers. That really irked me sometimes, as I couldn't decide if it was arrogance, or just confidence. Is there a difference, really?
Don't get me wrong, I don't believe I was fixating on her by any means. I enjoyed exchange with all the students. I enjoyed their refreshing point of view and was completely happy with my decision to return home to teach. But I was fascinated by her. She was an intriguing puzzle to be studied, dissected, examined from every angle.
She participated in several extra-curricular activities, including theater and volleyball, and was an editor on the school newspaper. She was well liked by many different groups within the student body. She worked as well, in what I later learned was full-time personal care taker position, not your typical student job.
My wife, Terri, was also a teacher in the school, teaching entry-level math courses. I wanted to ask Terri about this girl, but also felt I needed to keep it a secret given our brief yet undeniable history together. After a few weeks of classes had passed I still wasn't sure if she recognized me or not. That's when the torture began.
At first I thought I was imagining things: the way she would look up at me from beneath her eye lashes, or would bite or lick her lips while I was talking. But as her actions grew more obvious, I knew it wasn't my imagination. She would lick and suck the end of her pen, teasing me with flashes of her tongue. She would squirm in her seat whenever I came within a few feet of her, and catch her breath if I got any closer.
But of course I wasn't going to act on it! They prepare you for things like this in school; student infatuations, idol worship, that sort of thing. It certainly wasn't that she was fishing for a better grade. And I was married. But that didn't stop my mind from conjuring up her amazing curves and her penetrating gaze when I jerked-off in the shower each morning. Or imagining those gorgeous lips wrapped around my hard cock while I was fucking my wife.
But I could never act on it, and the rational part of my brain knew that. Which, I think, is why she decided to act first. She got tired of waiting on me to make a move, no doubt.
I had just returned an exam to my chemistry students and reviewed the answers with them, discussing any troublesome questions, explaining the answers I was looking for. Many students took this time to try to argue out of their given grade, try to change my mind. This particular exam came from the text book publisher, so there was very little wiggle-room in the answers.
As we reviewed the answers she did not speak up, though she seemed upset. I didn't think it was about her grade, as sh
e just seemed anxious for class to be over. Once the bell rang and class was dismissed, I returned to my desk to prepare for the next class. That's when she came to me.
My head was down, so I did not notice her approach until she was standing just behind me. She leaned over my shoulder, placing a hand on my back at the same time, causing me to stiffen at the close contact. This was a public environment after all; physical contact between faculty and students is rare and essentially forbidden.
However, she simply placed her exam in front of me before straightening. She did not withdraw her hand from my back. The exam was flipped open to a page where I had marked one of her answers as incorrect. I turned to face her and was surprised by the expression on her face. I was once again unsure if it was arrogance or confidence, as she looked down her nose at me to speak.
"My calculations for number 29 are correct. Your answer key must be wrong. I have to get to my next class now, but I can go over the answer with you later in physics, if you need."
I was dumbfounded, and merely stared at her retreating figure, repeating her statements in my head. There was no question, no hesitation, she was 100% positive that she knew more than me, more than the publishers even. No one in the class had questioned this answer. What's more, *she* wanted to help *me*.
I quickly pulled out my answer key and saw the answer I had marked was the correct answer listed. I pulled out a piece of scrap paper to complete the calculations myself. My next class was filing in, filling their seats, so I worked quickly. I instructed them to take their seats, still working out the problem. I wouldn't be able to move on until I knew.
Crap. I don't know how she did it, but she was right. I was dumbstruck for a moment, contemplating the situation. My class was growing restless, so I pushed my thoughts aside quickly though I was unable to be rid of them completely.