A Teacher's Way Out of a Dilemma Ch. 10

Last of Chapter nine

I went to the ladies room and returned to find our breakfast was already on the table. We finished our meal and I washed down mine with a glass of milk. What I did not know at that time was that while I was away from the table, John had dissolved a tablet in my milk. Kevin had sent it to him with instructions that I was to take it about thirty minutes prior to noon, when we arrived at the Salon.

Apparently it was stronger than expected. John and I drove out of the IHOP and had not yet arrived when I fell soundly asleep in the car. The next thing I remember was waking up in a brightly lit room. One of the new attendants was having me sit up and try to drink some water through a straw. I felt no pain, but my mind was clouded and I could not focus.

John was holding my right hand, and I could see tears running down his cheeks. He was mumbling, "I love you so much...I am so sorry...please forgive me...I love you.

END OF CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

Remembering the bright Red Rose light the last time I was in the salon, I began to become afraid. Squeezing Johns hand I asked what had happened? What time is it? I didn't even remember arriving at the Red Rose.

He explained about the surprise tablet Kevin had told him to give me before we arrived. He was told it was to help me relax and that was all it would do. John said, "When we arrived two men came to the car with a gurney and after strapping you down securely, took you into the building. I was not allowed to follow and was directed into a waiting room with coffee and a TV set on CNN news. That was about noon. It is now a little after 2."

My husband continued to explain, "I tried to see where you were and what was happening but discovered that I was locked in the room by myself. There was no phone or windows so I just had to wait. It was a little before two when a woman opened my door and told me I could see you now. I followed her as she brought me in here while you were still asleep. A man, apparently the one that did the procedure showed me what Mr. Richards had instructed."

John told me that they only had one procedure to do. It seems that they had added another piercing with a flesh tunnel similar and below the one they had done earlier. That placed two on my left labia minora evenly spaced. Then they went to my right side and did the same. I now had two piercings with flesh tunnels or spacers on both sides, all just two inches apart.

They had removed my hanging insignia and even the one inch ring in the first tunnel. Next they had inserted one ring in each tunnel, but they were bigger, approximately one and one half inches in diameter and welded permanently closed in place. Inside the stainless steel tunnels, the rings were strong enough to hold heavy objects.

John was near tears when he said they completed by bringing all four rings together and placing all as one in a strong solid steel, keyed Master padlock. This prevented any access to my pussy.

Each labia was folded over the other and now firmly locked closed. John was informed that the only two keys were in the possession of Mr. Richards. He had left a message with the salon that he would be contacting "Pam and John" later in the week. Right now, we were told to go home and rest. For some reason Kevin had said, "Tell Pam she in no longer allowed to color or cut her hair, not even a trim." I would have to cancel my regular hair color and cut.

At least the massive amount of local anesthetic had made my entire crotch now totally without any sensation, so I felt no pain. I felt strange being totally numb all across my pussy, stroking myself, I could not feel anything.

Monday went normally except neither John nor I mentioned the latest addition to my body. It did feel uncomfortable, but less so than being poked with the "K" insignia at nearly every step. I just felt as if someone was pulling down on my inner lips when I stood or walked. The padlock was heavy, hauling down relentlessly stretching my labia.

In a subtle manner it was erotic and sexually exhilarating. I wondered if that was the reason for this contrivance to be installed, to keep me stimulated. It was something I would have to get used to if Kevin wanted this chastity device to remain holding me closed.

Several time I caught myself touching and maneuvering the rings and lock. I kept thinking about Kevin and his large rigid cock and broad shoulders. There was no doubt that this masculine man had lit a huge fire in me. I often dreamed of him and thought about how he had taken and used me in a manner I would have hated a few months ago. His power and strength were so fascinating, they were so desirable. When he controlled me, I melted and wanted nothing more than to please this ex Marine.

That evening I got dressed to go to the gym. John suggested I not go until Kevin removed the padlock. I reminded him that this "game" was not being played by our rules. Kevin would decide what would happen and when. There was no reason for me to tell my husband how much I was now craving Kevin, his authority over me and especially the way he fucked me.

I arrived early and changed in the locker room into my workout bra and my shorts. I had to wear two pair of panties to support the heavy padlock. I also noticed the bra was a little tight. Since I had washed it over the weekend, perhaps it had shrunk a little.

My trainer began by telling me that if my "padlock" became uncomfortable or got in the way to let him know and he would change the routine. So even he knew about what I was now wearing between my legs. The stretching routine went fine as did most of the workout. Jumping jacks did cause me to rearrange the lock a few times.

The week passed and there was no contact from Kevin. My workouts continued as did my check ups with Dr. Graham. One thing was added, a run every day. I was to begin with one mile and expand the distance every day. This went on for several weeks and still no contact from Kevin. I was actually missing him and developing an intense craving for him in a very sexual way.

I had tried to masturbate several times but the rings rubbed against my clit and kept me from reaching orgasm. I became so excited that one night I asked John to eat me and play with me. Poor John, although he tried, his tongue would not part my lips and he couldn't touch my clit. His feeble efforts just made things worse for me.

We were finished with the fourth week after my new padlock was installed when Dr. Graham was doing her routine check up and again she measured my breasts. This time she smiled and congratulated me. I asked for what reason. She said that I had grown a full cup size to a C and was definitely firmer. The hormones were working. She told me to continue with the tablets and we would see further development soon. She said she could actually feel the glands developing. I would need to stop off on the way home and buy some new bras.

When I finished my workout and had a shower, I went to my locker and found a note from Kevin. I was overjoyed and hoped he want to see me soon. Wonderful, he said he was going to pick me up at my house Saturday at noon and I would be returned on Monday morning. He told me to wear 4 inch black heels, fine black fishnets on a matching garter belt. I was not to wear any bra and a thin silk blouse with a knee length A-line skirt. I was not to wear any panties.

Just the thought of dressing like this for this manly and handsome man got me excited. I already pictured him unlocking my pussy and him fucking me and filling me with his cum. I had not told him, but I did go to a doctor and obtained some birth control pills. I certainly wanted his sex, but not his baby.

I informed my husband that I would be leaving at noon on Saturday without him and would see him about noon on Monday. I told him not to worry and that I would be alright. He wanted to confront Kevin but I told him that I did not want him to leave the house when Kevin arrived to get me. He promised.

I had spent all of Saturday morning getting ready, dressing just right and combing my hair now down to the middle of my back. I had normally worn it just to my shoulders. I was not happy with the now "mousy" looking brown color that had not been touched up in over a month. I washed up my lock and rings and was even able to insert a small douche and clean out my internal body and uterus.

The car drove up at exactly noon and I quickly walked out before John changed his mind. I was shocked to have a very attractive woman open the door for me and then get into the drivers seat. I did not ask any questions and she did not talk at all. She drove me straight to Kevins house and with the press of a button opened the garage door. She drove in and closed the door before she came around to get me.

As we entered the house, Kevin met us and gave the driver a passionate kiss and cupped her breasts with his huge, strong hands. He then turned to me and kissed me just as passionately.

He then looked at me and said, I want to introduce you to my wife, Theresa.

He was married and he must have told her about me. Should I be jealous or angry? Should she be jealous or angry?

Kevin told me to follow him as he went into the main room and continued talking as if his wife was not following behind. He complimented me on the excellent results I have obtained at the gym and jogging. He knew I had lost four inches off my middle and firmed my abs and legs. Kevin said he was proud of me increasing my bust from a B to a C and told me he wanted to see me as a D. All this said and his wife had still remained silent.

He noticed my startled expression and told me that Theresa was not only his wife, but also his first sub and sex slave. He snapped his fingers and she dropped to her knees and pulled out his dick. She began stroking it and sucking on it as if it was her greatest wish. Kevin said, "Pam, you may never become such a sub or a slave or as deeply in this life style as Theresa, but you will be my cunt and a pet for me to play with, won't you?"

I thought about the wonderful way he made me feel and the total submission he had obtained from his wife and nodded, yes.

He snapped his fingers again and his wife put away his dick and zipped his pants back up. She then walked away without saying anything and sat in a small chair in the corner.

Kevin called me to him and told me to hold up my hair as he placed a two inch wide leather dog collar around my neck; a necklace for his pet. He pulled it fairly tight, unlike jewelry, yet feeling appropriate for me when I am with Kevin. It gave me the strangest feeling as if I was really his pet, an animal that he had trained. I hate to admit it, but it felt good. It put me into the frame of mind to be Kevin's slut. I liked it.

He had me stand still as he pulled some keys out of his pocket. Looking through them, I was hoping they would allow me to open my sex. He had me spread my feet apart and tried a couple of the keys until I heard a sharp click. The padlock was open for the first time in over a month.

He pushed me forward across the back of an overstuffed sofa and raised the back of my skirt. My ass and pussy was now fully exposed to Kevin. One hand slid between my legs and made certain my rings were apart. A finger pressed into me as I leaned further over and moaned as he dropped his pants and pushed his semi-erect penis against my budding, moist flower. Oh god, I wanted him.

I wanted him in me now and immersed in my cunt. Looking back over the sofa I could see his wife watching with a blank stare on her face.

Kevin asked me. "Do you want this cock??

I had to control myself to keep from begging, "Yes, I want you."

"Do you want me to fuck that cunt that belongs to your husband," he asked

Beginning to beg as my body was demanding him, "Yes, please, I need you, now!"

"Is that cunt mine now, bitch? Tell me..."

I was about to cry with tremendous sexual craving mixed with embarrassment. "Oh god, yes this cunt is yours. Use it, fuck it, take it."

He said he had missed my tight cunt and he couldn't wait to fill it for me. Kevin is not a placid sexual lover. He fucks, not makes love. He slammed into me from behind and his large cock did fill me with every stroke.

I held both of my tits and pulled severely on my nipples. Feeling the newly firm and enlarging breasts I pinched myself, loving the pain.

Almost immediately I had a powerful orgasm, one that had been building for four weeks. Before he shot his sperm into my cunt I had two more climaxes that shook me to the bone. Oh god, could he fuck? He was fantastic!

When I was with him I didn't want him to make love to me. I wanted him to use me. My body responds to him in such a shameless way. I become a true slut for him. I tightened down on his cock with all of the strength I had in my pussy. I tried to squeeze him and to milk him as he pumped into me. Time stood still when he exploded into me. The warm fluid did fill me to overflowing and we collapsed onto each other, catching our breath.

Kevin got up off of me and told me to lie down on the sofa and get some rest. Tonight, he was taking me to my very first D/s Auction. He said he would tell me about it later.

As I laid down and covered myself with a light blanket, he took his wife and went off into another room. After that magnificent sex, I immediately collapsed into a deep sleep, not even thinking about what was going to happen tonight.

It was dark when Kevin shook me, telling me it was time to get ready. He told me to shower and put back on exactly what I was wearing. I also took some time putting on some makeup, lipstick and combing my hair, several inches longer than when Kevin had seen me the last time. He yelled for me to meet him in his room. Taking me by the arm, he took me into his large bathroom where his wife was waiting.

"I am glad to see you have grown your hair out for me. I still want it longer and I want you to change the color. My wife has everything she needs to give you the proper "slut" look I want for you this evening. Without a word, she began a bleaching and then coloring of my hair. I ended up like Marilyn Monroe, a golden blonde. I have to give Theresa credit for doing an excellent job and very quickly. She even lightened and shaped my eye brows.

Kevin said he was pleased and had me model for him. Taking my hands, he fastened black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles then led me to the garage. He wife followed. Kevin and his still silent wife sat in the front seat of his sedan and put me in the back by myself. We drove out and onto the freeway to my first D/s Auction.

END OF CHAPTER TEN