Teacher Finds a Master Ch. 03

Mrs Watson's eyes were frantically swivelling from side to side, trying to look everywhere, and at everyone at once. The prospect of meeting someone she knew while wearing such slutty clothes was humiliating, and although unlikely in this rundown mall, it was still embarrassing.

Although she was unlikely to meet a fellow teacher here, she might meet a student's parents, and that would be dreadful. What would they think of her, a respectable teacher, looking like a hot slut. Her face was flushed from being stoked up, and in a store window she saw how sexed-up she looked, leaving her feeling ashamed.

The dress was too short not to be wearing panties, and of course it had been purchased by her master to put her through this disgrace, as a punishment.

The dress flared out from under her breasts in an A-line, and it was so light, it was difficult to hold down. The light cotton material swirled around her thighs as she walked, hardly needing a breeze to lift the hem. Again she caught a glimpse of her bare bottom in a store window. She concentrated on keeping the front down, not having a spare hand for the back of the dress while clutching a bag.

Her master had spun her mind in sexual turmoil once again. Only this time she was outside on public view, in danger of showing off her sex. It was already embarrassing, with the real prospect of the visit becoming a great humiliation.

The dress was low cut, showing off far too much cleavage. She was looking for somewhere unobtrusive to adjust the top, as her breasts were bouncing around so much as she walked, they were easing out of the top. She needed somewhere quiet to push the nipples in before they popped out altogether.

Damn! Her master knew too well how to set her up for a mortifying, and highly stimulating situation. Although he was young, he knew very well that being humiliated excited her. Her mind was buzzing with possibilities, where naughty scenes would end badly. She was wet and ready for him, and they had hardly begun to play the game.

'Sorry!' Mrs Watson said, when almost running into someone.

'Master!' she grinned.

He'd appeared in front of her from nowhere. Concentrating on the dress, and looking out for anyone she might know, had dominated her attention.

'You look worried, Tittyanna,' he smiled.

'Yes, master. I was worried something might go wrong with the game. Now you're here, master, your slave knows all will be well,' she smiled weakly.

As a teacher and an older woman, she shouldn't be deferring to a young student. Especially not to a student from her school. Yet not only was she doing as he told her, but she was also wearing what he stipulated. That was why she was in this awkward position, looking like a lowlife tramp in an unfamiliar mall.

At least the tattoo and piercings had healed, and she wasn't wearing the usual chains. Instead, the large hoop earrings, back combed blond hair, floozy style dress, and soft flats, had her marked as an interesting sex object. The young make-up on a thirty-eight year old woman made her look as though she were desperately looking for some fun. With her breasts breaking free, and the short dress showing off her thighs and bottom, she looked like a whore, or at least a slut looking for some cock action.

Men confirmed that dire opinion she had of herself, by blatantly staring at her with that certain look on their faces. Their tongues weren't hanging out, though eyes were fixed on her body, taking in every voluptuous curve, and the bounce of her tits. With a change of clothes and the heavy application of make-up, a respectable teacher had become a hot slut. Her morals couldn't be changed so quickly, except her master had worked upon her over the last three weeks, to thoroughly train her into being a pliable slave.

If her master ordered it, she would dutifully behave like a tramp. If that meant making up to a stranger, then it would have to be carried out with the best of her ability.

The thought of being given away to a stranger came into her mind and stayed. This afternoon she might have a complete stranger chosen for her, who she would have to fuck. She would be a whore, and this young guy would be her pimp. That disreputable man over by the bar could buy her time, and do what he liked with her. As a whore, bought and paid for, she wouldn't have a choice, she would have to do whatever he wanted, however deviant and despicable the act.

'You alright, Tittyanna?' Danny asked, sounding worried.

She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't shake off the image of being a whore. It appalled her, yet fascinated and excited her. This new life was certainly thrilling, and full of intrigue. It wasn't what she had envisaged, but it was better than the humdrum boring life of before.

'Calm down, I'm here to look after you. I'll make sure nothing bad happens,' he reassured her.

She grabbed his hand for reassurance, needing to feel safe and cared for.

As promised, he'd trained her to be his sex slave, and it had been accomplished more completely than expected. It was impossible to defy him in her apartment, and now here in a public place, she found he had to be obeyed. It had been her need for domination that caught her in this web, so she could only blame herself for this dire condition she found herself in. His dominance and the wonderful sex, had her surrendering to him more than she thought possible. If she had known how low she would fall, would she have dared to start on this deviant adventure?

'Thank you, master,' she said, and sincerely meant it.

'Come with me, slave. We have some things to buy,' he said.

Trotting alongside this handsome young man, left her feeling happy and safe. There was no doubt he wanted her, and though it was for perverse reasons, she was happy to receive his attention. He wanted to control a teacher, of course he did, what young eighteen year old wouldn't. She put that out of her mind, to concentrate on the great sex and excitement of this new life. She had a master controlling every aspect of her life, and he was attending to her every indecent need. This is what she wanted, wasn't it?

'Oh! Master!' she uttered a complaint without saying much.

'You haven't been in a sex shop before, have you? Well, my friend works here, and he told me the boss is away so we can play,' he laughed at her.

Full of reticence, he almost had to drag her in.

'Hi Danny, how you doing?' the young guy behind the counter greeted them.

'This is Tittyanna, my sex slave,' Danny introduced the teacher.

At first she felt belittled to be introduced in such a demeaning way to a stranger. She forgot all that when it dawned on her who the boy was. She took on a slave pose, looking down to hide her face. It was a relief not to be recognised by the young eighteen year old behind the counter. He looked her up and down, seeing an older woman playing a nasty game with his friend.

Being thought of as a dirty slut was better than being recognised, as one of his past teachers. He would start a rumour about her among his friends, which would be dangerous. It wouldn't take long for word to reach the school, through friends of his still in high school. He'd been trouble at school before dropping out, giving everyone a hard time, and he was probably still a troublemaker.

'Hi Tittyanna, do I know you from somewhere?' he asked.

'No, I don't think so,' she smiled.

She waved her breasts at him as a distraction, and it worked. The wickedness of such an action didn't register, as she reacted from a need of self-preservation. Colleagues from school would be shocked at the way she was dressed, and disgusted with her for jiggling her breasts at a pupil, even an ex-pupil.

She relaxed a little as the important first few minutes passed. He wouldn't really look at her properly from now on, so she was relatively safe.

'I need some panties for my slave, and maybe a stretchy dress,' Danny said.

'No problem. We don't have much clothing, as its mostly toys, and bondage gear. At the back of the store there's enough gear to build a complete dungeon,' Jimmy smirked.

'We've got enough toys for now. Once I've found the right dress, the underwear can be selected,' Danny stated.

'Sounds about right,' Jimmy agreed.

'Take the dress off, slave,' Danny said.

Mrs Watson gawped at her master, for just a moment, then quickly obeyed by pulling it over her head. She stood naked, holding the dress in one hand, while the two boys took a good look at her body. Glancing at the door, she noticed it was unlocked, and therefore anyone could walk in on them. The scene would look terrible.

'She's got a nice pair of tits,' Jimmy commented.

'Natural, no silicon. Show him, Tittyanna. Jump up and down,' Danny ordered.

Reluctantly she did as she was told. Knowing what he wanted meant gyrating her breasts around in front of the young guy. She bounced them for him, putting on a show like a pole dancer. Showing her breasts off to a high school dropout, as though she were a complete slut, was terribly humiliating.

More damning still was that it was working her up into a sexually charged state. That was dangerous when not wearing panties, as anyone could see her sex flowering, opening up, ready for a man. The peril was that she'd been so well trained to obey, she wouldn't be able to refuse someone taking her. To be so vulnerable and easy, was degrading. She was panting from exertion, or from being worked up, or both, when her master told her to stop.

'Nice! She'd make a great pole dancer, or lap dancer. Take her to Joe's behind the mall, and she'll earn you some good money,' Jimmy advised his friend.

'Maybe, I'll think about it,' Danny mused.

'Here, let me take a closer look at them tits,' Jimmy said.

As soon as she moved close to the horrible boy, she became painfully aware of what she was doing. She'd just handed over her breasts for him to cop a feel of them. Obeying a stranger's command without thinking about it, confirmed what she suspected. She was way too well trained to obey, and dangerously so.

Being trained to become an obedient slave was her choice. Only, she'd let it go too far by putting so much effort into it. She hadn't foreseen the consequences of his training regime, until now, and it was too late. It frightened her to realise she was trapped in the role of slave, and would obey anyone as a good submissive slave should. More than ever she needed her young master's protection.

They stood by a rack of dresses, with her master looking through them, until he pulled out a red stretchy sheath dress. She was glad to cover up before someone walked into the store. It wasn't much, but it was something. She pulled at the hem, then had to pull at the top to cover her breasts. She soon realised it was a useless task trying to keep both her breasts and thighs covered.

In a mirror she could see how outrageous the dress was. The light colour showed off all her curves and indentations. It lewdly clung between her breasts, and between her cheeks. The hem pulled up under her bottom, cupping it. With every step it rode up at the front, promising to reveal her sex.

It was more blatantly rude than the light summer dress she wore through the mall. It was like wearing a rubber band, threatening to twang back into place around her waist. At least that's how it felt, as she kept nervously pulling at it to keep something of her body covered.

Danny smiled at the teacher, who was reduced to a nervous wreck, desperately trying to keep close to him. He was satisfied with the result, knowing she was even more dependent upon him, and was now willing to obey him outside of the apartment. He'd trapped her into continuing their game away from her comfortable nest, which was an important step in her training regime.

'Try this one on, slave,' Danny said.

Despite the red dress being so terrible, she was reluctant to remove it. The thing he held up in front of her didn't look much better, and again she wasn't offered the luxury of a changing room. Standing before the guys naked, she waited for the next outfit. One after another was tried on, and only the most revealing were considered for purchasing.

She pulled on a pink bunny suit. It was furry and cut high over her hips. It was low cut and had a bustier fitted. The bustier supported her breasts, and squeezed them into a deep cleavage. In the fur of the crotch it was split, which only showed when she bent over. A pair of furry cuffs, big floppy ears, and a tail were added. The tail was on a butt plug, which was pushed into her anus.

'Bend over and show, Jimmy,' Danny told her.

This was a daunting task, from knowing her pussy would be shown off, in all its glory. It was glistening wet, and wide open. An invitation to any man, and even Jimmy was man enough to fuck a hot bunny.

'What do you say, slave?' Danny asked.

'Thank you, master, for the lovely clothes, master,' she said, almost crying.

Knowing she was going to have to walk back through the mall in the red dress was unpleasant. At least it wasn't the pink bunny outfit.

'OK, Danny, a staff discount on all this stuff, and your happy, yes?' Jimmy said.

'Yep, I'm happy enough,' he grinned.

How could he be unhappy while he had a teacher clinging to him, ready to obey his every whim. During these last few days before they went back to school, he would have to tighten his grip upon her. Making her his slave in public was a big step and it had been achieved.

'Come on, slave,' he cajoled her.

They walked to a shoe store, with her too pre-occupied with adjusting the dress, to know where they were going. They were in the store before she knew it.

'Sit there,' he told her.

She felt awful sitting on a low bench facing the store window. She felt the soft material of the seat on her bottom when she sat down, and clamped her thighs tightly together. The material had shrunk up her thighs, pulling halfway up her bottom. She imagined the whole dress shrinking to nothing around her waist like a belt, leaving her naked in the window. The stretchy material was trying to do just that all the time, hence her concentration on pulling at it, to keep her body covered.

Another of his high school friends was brought over to torment her. A glimmer of light flickered in the guy's eyes, and again she brazenly flaunted her tits at him, intending to distract the young guy. Her tits finished bouncing around, and she brazenly pulled the top up to cover her nipples. The slut act designed to avoid recognition was becoming a habit.

It was then she realised this wasn't another high school dropout. His father owned this and several other stores, and he was working here during the break.

Damn! She was stunned, unable to move, even to hide her face. He was another eighteen year old, though this boy was in her class! He didn't seem to recognise her, though she figured it would show as an obvious shock if he did. He was staring at her tits, and moving his eyes over her body, which was hardly covered. She just couldn't bring herself to pull at the stretchy material while in front of him.

If he recognised her she would die of shame. Just from being dressed that way was enough, let alone that she had been introduced as Danny's slut.

'Come on, wake up! Try on the shoes, slut,' Danny told her.

'Sorry, sir, yes, sir,' she stammered.

There was little she could do except retreat into the role her master directed her into. She just couldn't bear to be a teacher in front of the boy, so being a slut was the only escape from a horrible situation.

She kicked off the flats, and stared at the shiny black high heels. They would go with the underwear set he'd bought, but not so well with this little red dress. The thought was so stupid, that she giggled out loud. What did it matter what colour the damn heels were, while wearing such an outrageous outfit. A mature woman, and especially a dowdy teacher, shouldn't go around dressed like a stupid slut.

She sighed heavily, and accepted what she was. The evidence was all there, from what she had committed to over the last three weeks. It had been suppressed over the years, but now it was all too evident. She was a hot slut needing sex all the time, and must embrace the reality of that fact. Her master had recognised the slut in her, and was teaching her to explore it.

A grin appeared on the young guy's face when he helpfully fitted a shoe onto her foot. Her master had suggested it, and he readily agreed. Sitting on a stool to one side meant pulling the leg over, thereby separating her legs. As a slut she didn't need telling to spread her thighs. She didn't need to imagine what he might be able to see, as it was only too obvious from his expression.

Her shaved pussy was his focus of attention! He stared at it while buckling the shoe. He pulled her leg over a little too sharply, and she guessed what he was doing. He was staring at her pussy lips being manoeuvred while pulling her foot one way then the other. At least it was keeping him from looking at her face and recognising her.

It began to sink in that a student from her class was studying her pussy. When back in school he could report to the class on the shape and condition of their teacher's sexual organs. He could make a sketch of her lips, clit, and vagina opening. She would of course have to confirm the accuracy of his report, by stripping off and giving each of her students a close up view of her sex.

It was even more humiliating than she thought possible! If he kept this up she would start to drip.

'The slut loves showing herself off, don't you, slut,' Danny said.

His friend, Larry, looked embarrassed for her, though not enough to tear his eyes away from her crotch. The little red dress had pulled away from her bottom, to wrinkle around her middle. She looked between the two guys, out of the window, to see an old man staring at her nakedness.

'That's right, isn't it, slut,' Danny demanded. 'Slut! I'm talking to you!' he added.

'Yes, sir,' she said, not knowing what was being agreed to.

'You like to show off your body, but which bits do you like to show off the most?' he asked.

'Your slut likes to show off her cunt best of all, master,' she slowly stated.

The words came reluctantly, though there was no choice, as she understood what he was doing. The humiliation had her stirred up, until she was breathing heavily. Her pussy was wet and open. Anyone could take her right then and they would be welcome, proving she was a dreadful slut.

She looked out the window to see the old guy still staring at her. He was watching the whole scene, where to young guys were spreading her legs. She was a lot older than the two boys, and the man was a lot older than her. Nevertheless, anyone of them could have her right now, and they could all see it from the way her sex was open and dripping wet.

The rest of the shoe store adventure went by like a dream, or a nightmare.

Walking back to the car, click-clacking through the mall, she didn't bother to pull at the little red dress. If all her bits hung out what did it matter. She was a disgusting slut, and it was obvious to everyone. All she could think of was that she must obey her master, and he would protect her. She didn't needed protection from others, it was from her own wanton desires she need protecting.

At last they were home. No sooner were they in the door, than she fell to her knees to beg to her master.

'Please master, fuck your slave, please, master,' she begged, on hands and knees.

She looked up at him, with imploring eyes for what she badly needed.

'We need to talk,' he told her.

'Owww! Nooo!' she moaned, in frustration.

'You're supposed to be a responsible teacher, and will be going back to school on Monday,' he admonished her.