Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

Making my way back over to the edge of the shower, I reach into the crevice between the tile and the rest of the bathroom. A simple push of a button and the cuffs start moving towards the shower walls, stretching Jessica out before me like she’s on a rack. It moves slowly enough that I would have to purposefully hold the button down for much longer than needed to actually stretch her enough to harm her, but she doesn’t know that.

Her eyes widen as she looks about at each limb. Fear vibrates through her body, setting the chains to clanking against the tile. God, but my cock leaps with every fearful whimper that escapes her mouth.

“Please,” she whispers, as her arms and legs stretch taut. “Please, I’ll be good!”

“You had your chance to do that earlier, my dear. Your spirit does amuse me, but you will learn that we are in charge. You can fight and rebel all you want, but it will always lead you down a path that you don’t really want to go.”

Her arms and legs stretch out more, her lower body starting to lift off of the floor. Though she remains silent, her face scrunches up as the discomfort fills her body. I wait to see if she’ll beg some more, possibly give me a few more of those whimpers, but instead, she bites down on her lip, keeping the distressing sounds inside her. Stubborn wench. She is hitting every button I have. It doesn’t matter if it’s knowingly or not; she should know better than to play with one of The Society like this.

Doesn’t she know that she can be really harmed if she messes with the wrong member? Or is it that she doesn’t care? Maybe she is one of the few we should let go to make room for fresh blood. It’s obvious she has a complete lack of disregard for not only us, but her own wellbeing as well. The chains keep sliding into the shower, their links disappearing one by one into the walls.

At this rate, her limbs will dislocate from their sockets before she gives up. Sighing, I remove my finger from the button and stare at her. She is motionless. Finally, something in her brain is preserving her. She’s not in any danger of coming to actual harm, but if she thrashes of her own volition, well, that would be her problem then.

It takes only a step and a half to get back to her side. Her eyes watch every movement, but still, she says nothing. Kneeling next to her head, I reach down, sliding my thumb across her mouth. A tremor of desire flows through me. My balls tighten as thoughts of what I have planned flit about my brain. Her lips are lush and plump under my fingers. They quiver under my touch. Pain? Fear? Desire? Should I give her a little respite or make her suffer more? My brain is on fire at this point. All I can hear is my mind chanting to make her scream. But I’m a rational, reasonable man. No use actually damaging our toys. Sliding my fingers back over her mound, I’m delighted to find she’s even wetter than before.

Smirking, I bring my sodden fingers to my lips and slowly lick the digits from bottom to top. Fucking delicious. Rising back up, I head back over to the wall, flicking the bottom button to release the tension in the chains, letting her limbs rest on the bottom of the shower. She moves about, testing her bonds. Unfortunately, she can still move; however, her range is far more limited than earlier. Keeping half an eye on Jessica, I head back into the bedroom to grab a pillow. On the way back, I pull a towel out of the cabinet.

“You do not want to test me right now, girl. Raise up your hips without a fuss, or I will tighten the chains again.”

Without hesitation, Jessica plants her heels onto the floor and raises up in a half-bridge-type position. I take the towel and wrap it tightly around the pillow before kneeling next to her and sliding it under her ass. She lowers back down, and I shift the pillow again until she’s about half on and half off. I give her a moment to settle into her new position before running my fingers through the offending hair trailing down the front of her mound and covering her slit. There’s not a problem with her having hair down there. The problem is her not obeying orders.

She moves her hips up into my touch, her body begging for more. I let her grind up against my knuckles for a moment or two before bringing my hand away. Her mewls of need echo off the shower walls. Chuckling, I bring my fingertips down against her mound, the loud smack swallowed up by her yelp of surprise. Not pausing to let her catch her breath, I smack her several more times. Each hit is punctuated by loud, wet noises. The more I smack her, the wetter she’s becoming.

Standing up, I yank on my belt, loosening it a fraction to release the pin holding the tail in place. Jessica’s eyes bore into my hands. Her gaze is determined and needy. Oh yes, she’ll get my belt, but not how she wants it. With one swift tug, I pull it through the loops, the whooshing sound filling the space. Her gaze falters.

Perhaps it’s the look on my face or the fact that she’s being confronted with the consequences of her actions, but there's finally a hint of desperate fear in her eyes. Elation fills me as I stare down at her body. Fatigue is etched in every line, every breath. And we’re just getting started. Looking back over to the wax pot, I frown for a second, lay the belt on the sink counter, then head back out to the main hallway in front of her door.

“I need someone experienced with wax. Now.”

I step back inside, not even bothering to wait for a response. These girls know the drill. Within moments, a soft patter of feet sounds on the steps below as she makes her way up to my landing. The soft bounce of wavy hair catches my eye as she makes her way up. Chelsea. Just who I was hoping for.

Her soft, curvy form comes into view as she rounds the last of the stairs. She is dressed in her usual conservative combo: drab, white, button-up shirt hanging awkwardly on her body - it’s at least two sizes too big for her – khaki skirt that gives just a hint of curves without actually confirming she has a body. The only thing that even hints at a figure is the fact that her shirt is tucked inside, nipping into her waist just a touch. So, she’s back to her pious, shapeless wardrobe, is she? Maybe I need to meet back up with her again so that I can bring out the salacious, sex kitten inside. She’s too pretty to wear such depressing clothes.

Without too much of a pause, she kneels before me, laying her head on my shoe. Her demure skirt rises up, exposing her creamy thighs. It takes every ounce of willpower not to yank her skirt all the way up, exposing all of her. In fact, I want to strip her bare, right then and there. I want to reveal the luscious body I know for a fact is under that ill-fitting garb.

“I am here to be of service, Professor.”

Excellent! It’s been a few months since she’s been under my tutelage, but she still remembers what I’ve taught her. Well, except for the clothes. But this isn’t about her today. I’ll address the clothing issue with her later. Pausing, I give her a few minutes to sink back into her submission to me before leaning down to tousle her hair before removing my foot from under her cheek. She rises up and sits on her heels, looking up at me expectantly. Such a good girl. My cock swells up and bobs against the front of my pants. I can almost feel her mouth around me, the warmth engulfing my member in her seductive embrace. A shiver races down my spine as my brain turns to liquid. Rubbing my hands across my eyes, I force the images out. I’m here to deal with Jessica, not rekindle a relationship with Chelsea.

“Follow me.”

Head bowed, she shuffles behind, stopping as we enter the bathroom. If the scene shocks her, she doesn’t show it. Silent, she waits behind me until I tell her what to do. Leaving her at the door, I go back into the bedroom. The four-poster bed in the middle divides the room into two. On either side is a large set of dressers with another long, single set in front of the bed on the opposite wall. The large TV is on but muted. Going into the top drawer of the long set, I sift through the contents until I find what I’m looking for. Grinning, I grip the small tube in my fingers and head back into the bathroom. I pause and take in the scene for a moment. Chelsea stands, quiet and demure, her head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. Jessica, on the other hand, is still testing her bonds, whispering mutinous threats to Chelsea.

Any compassion I had for Jessica flies right out the window. Reaching over, I pick the belt back up and head straight for her splayed legs. Without even giving her a moment to breathe, I raise the belt up and quickly bring it down square on her pussy. The mixture of yelps and the crack of the belt sends shivers of need down my spine. Precum leaks from my tip as I strain against my clothing. Again, I bring the belt up and spank her naughty pussy with it. Over and over. Her body quivers against the restraints as tears flow freely down her face.

If anything, it makes my cock impossibly harder. I need to bury myself into a hot cunt soon, or I am going to embarrass myself. I pause and look down at her mottled mound. Despite the abuse, arousal flows from her, adding a beautiful sheen to the whole display. Bringing my belt up to my lips, I make a slow show of licking her juices from the leather. As I taste her decadent arousal, her groans and mine mingle together.

Her body heaves as she gasps for breath. Even now, she still fights her bonds. Smirking, I kneel between her thighs, the muscles straining and twisting as she fights to free herself. A fine sheen of sweat covers her body from her exertions, making her glow in the harsh lights. I lower my face to her delectable pussy and breathe deep, her arousal filling my head, making me high with her scent. Leaning forward, I tease her clit with just the tip of my tongue. I slide it back and forth, pausing to buzz a moan against the sensitive flesh.

Groaning, she thrusts her hips, a pathetic attempt to scoot her ass closer to my mouth despite the restraints. Chuckling, I pull back and swat at the offending member, sending a shudder raking across her body. Jessica whimpers, fighting to hold herself still. Leaning back down, my tongue draws lazy circles around her apex before sliding lower. Every breath, every taste is filled with her. Her scent is driving me mad. Already I’m humping at the floor, my cock desperate to be encased with her heat.

But no. I will not allow her that satisfaction. Not today. Sitting back up on my heels, I stare at the girl in front of me. Her need vibrates through her body as she looks at me, begging me with her eyes. The tube I grabbed earlier burns a hole in my hand as I consider my options. Do I give in and give her what we both want? Or do I make her suffer and force her to remember her place?

“Chelsea, fetch me a medium plug and ginger oil.”

“No!” Jessica cries out, her body thrashing against her restraints.

Leveling a glare at her, I stare at Jessica while calling back out to Chelsea. “Bring the large instead.”

For her sake, Jessica keeps quiet, but her eyes get bigger as she stares at me. Break me or not, this is a battle she will never win, and it’s high time she learns that. There is no room in this program for problem students. If she’s not careful, she’ll find herself back on the street with absolutely no prospects.

The soft steps as Chelsea enters the room are the only sound that breaks this stalemate. Without even looking, I know she’s bowing next to me, hands extended with the items. She’s such a perfect submissive: quiet, obedient, thoughtful, boring. She’d never even dream of putting up a fight of disobeying. As good and sweet as she is, she’s not exciting. There’s no challenge. Jessica, on the other hand, while fun, is too much work. Instead of burying myself into her hot, awaiting sheath, I have to prolong my enjoyment to make sure she’s properly punished and put back into her place. My cock twitches as I gather the items from Chelsea.

Yes, I do enjoy doling out punishment to wayward submissives; however, there’s got to be something in between. Someone who keeps me on my toes but doesn’t drive me to practically maim them before obeying. Sass and snark are all well and good, but constantly pushing is just tiresome. Setting down the smaller tube I brought with me, I drizzle the ginger oil onto the plug, ensuring none drips onto her body. Her eyes widen, and her breath quickens.

Using the hand that didn’t come in contact with the oil, I slide two fingers into Jessica. Tight, hot warmth encapsulates my fingers. My cock throbs in protest. Soon. Very soon. Her arousal slickens my fingers with more gathering on my digits as I thrust in and out. Her cunt pulses around my fingers, milking them as if they are a cock.

Using her natural lubrication, I ease my fingers out of her and slide down to her bottom hole. The tight ring resists me for a moment. Pausing, I give her body a chance to accept me. A few deep breaths later, and my finger slides into her easily. Her breasts rise and fall rhythmically as her body strains against the invasion. After a few thrusts, a second finger joins the first. She squirms and tries to back away, but the restraints hold her firmly in place.

“Get me a wet washcloth,” I murmur, sliding a third finger in.

Jessica’s body arches and bucks against me, her moans echoing off the walls. After a few more thrusts, I pull out, ignoring her low, needy whine. I don’t even give her time to think. After ensuring the entire plug is covered in ginger oil, I place the pointed tip against her ass and ease my way in. Her hips twist, trying to get away from the large, metal plug invading her body. I let her squirm. This is happening whether she wants it or not. It takes a few agonizing minutes until the entire plug is seated deep inside.

Chelsea hands me the washcloth, and I thoroughly wipe down my hands as I watch my submissive. I know the moment the ginger starts taking effect. The low, soft moans turn into frantic whimpers and yelps. Her ass sways back and forth as she moves about, trying to put out the fire. Pleas fall from her lips, promises to be good. I know it’s not true. Once she recovers from this ordeal, she'll be right back at it. Only a fool would believe the lies spilling from her plump, luscious lips. Ignoring her, I pick up the small tube and smear its contents over my fingers.

At this point, every movement I make will have to be done with care. Jessica’s body bends and bows, thrashing at the restraints. Her hips jerk up and down in a rhythm my cock would love to match. If I’m not careful, I’ll send her over the cliff and give her the orgasm I’m planning on denying her. With quick, clinical movements, I drag my fingertips along her slit, taking great pains to get the arousal gel covering as much of her as I can.

Jessica’s moans are fevered and delirious. The promises and begging keep pouring out of her. Her voice cracks and squeaks. Tears pour down her face, running across her cheeks and down her neck. Some pool in that delightful hollow in between her collarbones. Unable to resist, I bend low and lap at her salty frustration. Nothing else has ever tasted so delicious, nor has she ever looked so beautiful. Leaning back, I study my handiwork. I don’t know much about waxing, but I do know the area needs to be dry for the wax to stick well.

That’s definitely not going to happen. Her arousal mingles with her hair and coats her entire slit and mound, even glistening off of her inner thighs. Looking over at Chelsea, her eyes are wide as she takes in the scene. Poor girl has probably not been abused in this way. Maybe I’ll add that to my list of things to do. Her teeth worry her bottom lip as she squirms from side to side. It doesn’t take me long to realize my litter voyeur is actually enjoying this.

“Grab the tweezers and start plucking her hair by hand,” I growl, standing up to divest myself of my pants. The moment my underwear comes off, my dick springs forward, and I sigh with relief.

Not wanting to wait anymore, I stalk Chelsea over to the counter, where she frantically searches for the tweezers. Her eyes widen and lock onto mine in the mirror. Inching ever closer, I creep up behind her, my gaze never leaving hers. In the background, I’m aware of the animalistic groaning and growling coming from Jessica as she desperately tries to find a way to get herself off. But I ignore all of that. Instead, all I can see is the timid little mouse trying to make herself small to escape my notice. The predator in me roars his demands as I make my way to her, inch by inch, breath by breath.