Tie Me Down

I didn’t hear anything from my master during the whole weekend, and I was far too disgraced to dare bridge the silence, though every second that I was separated from him was torment.  I felt very lost and small. 

The bruises on my bottom had blossomed, deep blues and mottled purples painted my skin, and the pain when I moved was a constant reminded or my indiscretion and also of his punishment.  I missed him, even in a towering rage that I had caused, I longed for him. The whip had left red welts and I couldn’t bear to have anything touch them, so I wandered around my apartment naked with just a light sarong wrapped around me, leaving my back exposed and knotted around my neck. I shunned the comfort of the couches and winged chairs and instead knelt on the hard ceramic floor.  Checking my phone for messages became a twitch I couldn’t control, only when I realized I had checked it seven times in a minute I figured that I should probably find something to occupy me lest I go crazy.

I spent most of my weekend repenting for my mistake, needing what I couldn’t ask for. My mind turned to his last order; to go to work as usual and do whatever was asked of me.  I wondered what had caused such a drastic shift, yet I had no choice but to obey him. During the whole time I was alone my body was craving him, I was wet, my skin was sensitive and I wanted nothing but to throw myself at his feet and beg, beg, beg, beg, beg for forgiveness. 

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Sunday morning I shivered, I still couldn’t bear to wear a bra on account of the welts that still decorated my back.  I hoped that I wouldn’t be reprimanded. My nipples showed through the sheer material of my blouse, “dammit,” I cursed at my reflection, my eyes were bloodshot and I looked a mess.  I stripped out of my shirt and put a bra on, it stung and throbbed, and ironically it was mirrored by a throbbing in between my legs.  I glanced at my reflection, my shaved pussy and the moisture that was already making the insides of my thighs wet.  I sighed and pulled the most boring pair of panties that I owned on, (which unfortunately still flattered me, white satin with lace along the insides of the thighs and waistband) smoothing them up snug against my sensitive lips, feeling the material mold them. I bit my lip and chided myself, I had no reason to feel horny, nor did I deserve it. 

I pulled a pair of black trousers on, zipped and buttoned them.  Then I put my shirt back on, and tucked it in.  Checking my reflection I looked cool, respectable, authorative.  Eye drops took care of the redness, and makeup smoothed my complexion into what it should have been.  I stood up straight, wincing at the multiple points of pressure against my wounds; my bra clasp, the waist band of my trousers, my panties against the bruises. I grabbed my bag at the door and slipped a pair of heels on.  Took a deep breath and steeled myself for the day ahead, nervous, trembling, and feeling all kinds of messed up.

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I walked into the classroom and sat at the desk preparing things for the rest of the day, the students filed in, and I didn’t look up.  I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I bent my head down lower, “good morning Miss,” a voice whispered and a pinch on my backside.  I jumped at the contact, and barely stifled a gasp – those bruises were still tender.  “I’m so glad you made it.”

Some of the other students looked up, I forced a smile, “Vincent, you shouldn’t startle your teacher like that,” I said.  He smirked at me, “Sorry,” he said with mock compliance. He held his hand out for Marie to hold, and pulled her to their adjoining seats. 

I went back to what I was doing.  The teacher came in, and I took my place at the back of the class, coincidentally just beside where Vincent was sitting.  This wasn’t his usual place. 

“You look lovely today, Miss,” he whispered, eying my crotch, I blushed and ignored him.  “I can’t wait to get my hands on you,”

“You’re not supposed to talk in class!” I said trying to sound stern but unable to conceal the tremor in my voice. “try to stop me, Miss,” he whispered, I heard a small sound from next to him and glanced over, he had his hand between Marie’s legs while she tried to look innocently at the board, but the way she bit her lip and the unfocussed look in her eyes betrayed her.  A lump rose in my throat that I associated not with sadness but with need, and my legs were pressed together tight.  I shifted my focus back to the teacher and the board, paying attention, but Marie’s stifled moans were starting to get to me, “don’t you wish I’d do this to you,” he whispered.  I ignored him, feeling hot and uncomfortable, “Marie and I both want you, I can’t wait for when the class is empty and you are ours, the things we have planned for you …”

I realized that my nails were biting into my thighs through my trousers and I was wet, wetter than I should be, and my breathing was heavy.  “That’s quite enough talking,” I said my voice a husky whisper as I got up and walked to the front of the class.

All through the day I was teased in such a manner, I came to realize that Marie was like a toy that he used, a sort of voodoo doll that he used to demonstrate his power, and throughout the day each time he touched her – I felt it on me, it turned me on against my will, inside I was shivering and cold but my body was on fire.  A weekend of deprivation after such a sound beating had left me weak and craving human contact, flesh on flesh, but it wasn’t this that I wanted.  It wasn’t this teenager’s inexperienced hands that I wanted on me, I wanted my master and that thought left me empty inside. 

All too soon the day was up, and the students filed out.  I was alone and started to hope that perhaps they had gone home with the rest of their classmates.

I started to relax and felt my muscles ache – I must have been tense the whole time.  I loosened up and stretched.  My hands still shook though and my handwriting wasn’t as neat as it usually was. 

I scooped the books up off the desk and tiptoed up to put them on a shelf, while I was reaching up I felt someone behind me pressing up against me hard, roughly grabbing my breasts, “I’ve wanted to do this all day,” I heard a voice say.  “please,” I choked, feeling cornered and scared.  “get off me,”

He stepped away and I turned around, my arms crossing my chest protectively, my nails digging into the tops of my arms.

“This isn’t our agreement,” Vincent said, “remember those pictures, and the video?”

I nodded, “we don’t want them getting into the wrong hands now, do we?”

I shook my head. 

“Good, so you’ll do what I want you to do.  No complaining.”

I didn’t say anything.

“look,” he said, giving me his cell phone, I blushed as I recognized myself on the desk – one of the pictures he’d taken the previous Thursday.  “you’re such a slut,” he said, his breath catching over the word “slut”, “and I want you, I’ve wanted you since the start of term, and now you’re mine.  I’ve watched you, every move you make, every time you bend over I feel myself get hard …”

I didn’t know what to say, I just shivered and looked at the ground, wishing with all my heart that I was somewhere else.

“bend over,” he said.

I looked at him, seeing the way he was looking at me, I knew I didn’t have a choice.  I turned around giving him my back, and slowly bent over feeling my trousers stretch tight over my ass, then feeling his hands on it, squeezing and stroking, “take your trousers off, Miss,’ he said, putting sarcastic emphasis on “miss”. 

I cringed, “please don’t do this,” I whispered.

“I want to see.  Now show me!”

I trembled, and my fingers shook so badly I couldn’t unbutton my pants, it was bad enough bending over like that without fumbling my own buttons.  It was worse when I felt another pair of hands join mine.  Marie had squatted in front of me, and made quick work of the button and zip, and pulled them down so they pooled at my ankles. 

“good girl,” he praised her, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his crotch. 

“looks like someone was a bad girl,” he commented as he noticed the bruises, I winced as he traced them, applying pressure, he reached under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down over my ass, leaving them just below it.  I knew it was bad when I heard Marie’s sharp intake of breath.  “who did this to you?” he asked.  “I did,” I lied, not wanting to disclose personal information, it was half a lie, I had earned it. 

“Marie, get me that wooden ruler,”

“no,” I choked, the bruises were still fresh.

“oh yes,” he said with chilling glee.

“now, move over there, lean over the desk, and I want your hands kept behind your back, and don’t straighten up.”

I felt like crying as I shuffled, bent over, my trousers snagging under my feet, my panties chaffing between my legs and rubbing my pussy and my hands resting in the small of my back. I leant over the desk, breasts pushed up against my chest, my ass taught and waiting.  He wielded the ruler like a baseball bat, and brought it down with brutal force, I couldn’t help but scream.  My own master had never hit me that hard, especially not with my ass pulled that tight against the bone.  The sound echoed around the empty room, and I sobbed with the pain and humiliation.  He did it again and I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut.  After another three hard hits with the ruler I was almost passing out with the pain, Marie brought it to his attention and he stopped. Coming in closer behind me, I heard the clicking of a camera and footsteps.  “I want to fuck you so bad,” he said leaning over me, I felt fingers probe my pussy, “spread your legs, bitch,” he said I couldn’t make myself move, and then I felt hands pull my legs apart. At my ankles, as far as my trousers would let them, my panties were pulled the rest of the way down and I felt someone push their fingers into me. 

By then I was pretty much out of it, I felt things being pushed into me, I had no idea what it was, I felt hands stroke and pinch and scratch my skin, I heard a sound that sounded like paper tearing, then I felt it – the cold blades of scissors against my skin – they were cutting my shirt open down the back.  I felt them cut my bra straps and the clasp. 

“I love the stripes,” I heard a voice say, “wish I had some alcohol – that would make you sing for me,” he said pressing his fingers against one of the welts.  My eyes snapped open and I gasped. 

Marie was crouching in front of me, eye to eye with me, she smiled, “she’s awake again,” she said still looking me dead in the eye, “I don’t like this game much, Vinnie,” she whispered, “we didn’t have to hurt her.”

“Baby, she’s just a slut.” he said, coming round in front of me and giving her a squeeze, I could see that he was hard, especially when Marie let her hands wander and feel him, he groaned and kissed her, “tell me what we should do,” he whispered.

Marie licked her lips and I saw her mind working, “I think she’s had enough pain, now we should play,”

“mmmm, go ahead baby,”

She circled me a few times, dragging her fingers lazily across my back, ass, thighs, dipping them curiously between my butt cheeks, pressing against the little hole, she knelt behind me and licked up my thighs, from the backs of my knees up to my ass, poking her tongue tentatively between my pussy lips, “she’s so wet,” I heard her tell Vincent. “I want you to get up on the desk,” she said.  I couldn’t make myself respond until Vincent came up and slapped me hard across the face, “did you hear her slut? She said move your ass up on the desk.”

My eyes focused and I slowly straightened up, my shirt fell on the floor in tatters, my bra followed it.  A small part of my mind wondered how I’d get home with no clothes to cover myself with.  They cleared the desk and forced me back against it.  Marie pulled my trousers and panties off and threw them on the floor before stepping all over them which made Vincent chuckle. “spread your legs for me, Miss,” she said putting pressure on my inner thighs and guiding them open, the use of my title made me blush even worse, reminding me of who I was and who they were and what they were doing and what I was technically letting them do. 

“Biology 101,” Vincent said coming up behind Marie, “I looked this up online and wanted to see if it was the same as the drawings,” he stepped between my legs, “pussy lips,” he said pointing, touching and pinching, “spread them,” he whispered tenderly to Marie almost as if he were instructing her to open a gift.  I felt the cold air hit the warmth of my wet pussy, “the diagram didn’t have all that,” he said with amusement, roughly dragging his fingers through my juices, “taste,” he told Marie holding his fingers in front of her mouth for her to taste, “suck baby,” he commanded.  She moaned as she sucked, still holding me open, “look,” he said, “she’s getting wetter – I think she likes watching us,”

“mmmm, Vinnie,” she moaned, “shhh. Haven’t finished our lesson yet … are you wet baby?”

“yes,” she whispered blushing, “see, I told you this would work honey,” he said.

“now, this,” he said putting a finger in me, “is her hole, it’s really wet baby, you should feel it,” he pulled his finger out of me and guided two of hers in. “do you think yours will be as wet as hers?” he whispered.

She blushed, “I don’t know,”

“I wanna find out,” he said, “keep your fingers in her, baby, and move them in and out, feel how she grips them, how wet she is … I want you to be that wet for me.”

She breathed heavy, just as heavy as I was, he slowly lifted her skirt and I could tell that he’d touched her by the way her eyes widened and a moan escaped her lips. “that’s it baby, feel me.” he said, “oh Vinnie,” she moaned, leaving her fingers buried all the way inside me, I could feel my juices seeping out and my muscles squeezing her little fingers. She moved her hips instinctively back against him, forcing his fingers deeper inside her, which meant that she also drew her fingers out of me a bit.  I was starting to come back to my senses, but I still had no idea how this was going to turn out. 

I’d started to join the dots; so this was Vincent’s idea of how to get his girlfriend wet? As fucked up as the situation was I couldn’t help but smirk at that thought.  I was a teaching aid.  The irony didn’t escape me. My mind tried to find me a way out, a way to escape this and make sure it didn’t happen again. 

“Taste her,” Vincent whispered in Marie’s ear, and she obeyed, dipping her head between my legs. I moaned as her tongue swirled around my clit, sucking on it, lapping up my juices with hungry slurping sounds, she moaned as Vincent slowly pushed his finger deeper into her, “I need to fuck, baby,” he moaned in her ear, she moaned in reply, “let me taste,” she turned around and opened her mouth, showing him my cum that she’d lapped up, he pulled her in and sucked It out of her mouth, I could see his tongue darting into her mouth, his fingers were still inside her. “I want you up on the desk, baby – I wanna make you cum for me,”

She got onto a student’s desk and spread her legs, short skirt riding up her thighs.  I was left – a forgotten toy on the teacher’s desk.  I couldn’t believe how they could just completely change the game and leave me like that, humiliation burned my cheeks a deeper shade of red.

He stood between her legs, and pushed two fingers inside her; she moaned and threw her head back.  “feel good baby?” he asked as he pumped his fingers in and out, I could hear the sound of his juice-covered fingers squishing into her, I could see her pleasure-soaked body responding to him, she was moaning and whimpering “oh Vinnie, feels … so … uhhhhh … good,” she murmured, “I want you to cum for me now baby, right now, in front of our slutty teacher, look at her there, watching us, she wants to be you, baby, she’s jealous of you, of what you’re feeling.  Cum for me,” as he said that last sentence he thrust his fingers all the way in and attacked her clit with his thumb, “that’s it,” he said as she started to sing, “that’s it baby, cum for me,” her body trembled and her moans subsided into little pleasurable whimpers, she wound her arms around him and kissed him deeply, “thank you,” she whispered between kisses.

“My pleasure, baby,” he said smoothing her hair back away from her face, and kissing her, “now, back to business.  I wanna fuck that dirty little whore that’s still on the desk … see how she’s waiting for me?”

“mmhmmm,” she mumbled still leaning against him, legs spread wide. “good, now lick your juices off my fingers like a good little girl, and get her off the desk and ready for me,”

She took his fingers daintily into her mouth licked and sucked them thoroughly, and then she kissed him again, “go,” he said letting her up and tapping her ass.

She walked over, still in a post-orgasm glow, “let’s get you ready for Vinnie,” she said almost in a singsong voice, “bend over the desk, no wait – stand up,” I did as she asked, she slowly came up to me and licked my nipple, then she nibbled on it before sucking hard, I moaned out loud. 

“I thought there was supposed to be milk,” she winged, pouting, Vincent came up and chuckled, “no honey, there’s not.” He kissed her, then turning to me he said, “get on your knees and suck me off.”

I shivered, but did as he said, unzipping his slacks and freeing his cock. It was smaller than I was used to, yet erect and leaking precum. I licked the tip and watched a shiver go through him, then I slowly sucked, wrapping my mouth around him, usually I loved nothing better than being down on my knees and teasing my master, but with this turn of events I’d never felt less inclined to give pleasure; this more than anything felt like a betrayal of every oath I had taken.

I tried not to think about what I was doing and let my reflexes take over, I sucked and licked and took him as far into my throat as I could until he pulled out of my mouth and ordered me up against the desk again, this time he wanted to feel what it would be like to be inside me.

I cringed, and thought about asking, pleading, begging him not to and just as I could feel his cock touch my hole the door crashed open.

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I closed my eyes tight and wished and hoped that it was just a nightmare, “get away from her!” a familiar voice said, there was total silence, footsteps came closer, I flinched when someone touched me, hating this added humiliation tears of shame started to fall. Sobs shook my little frame and I wished and hoped for an end to my misery.  Gentle fingers found my chin and tilted my head up, “open your eyes,” the voice said.

I obeyed, and found myself eye to eye with my master, I blinked, surprise filling my face, a bittersweet mixture of the longing I’d been filled with over the past two days, shame, and the horror of being found like that.  I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to tuck my head into my shoulder. I heard my name being called, and hands gently avoiding all my bruises and welts, pulling me up straight. 

Then a warm jacket was wrapped around my shoulders falling to mid-thigh.  Only then did I open my eyes and pull the jacket closer and tighter around me as I shivered.

“are you alright?” he asked me, I nodded, wanting nothing but to be held, yet fearful that he’d not want to touch me. I stood, trembling, disoriented and feeling physically sick.  “sit down,” he said kindly, so I sank to my knees at his feet, still pulling the jacket so tight around me that it threatened to split at the seams.  He ruffled my hair absentmindedly and then turned to the two teenagers who had the grace to look very ashamed.

“first of all, I had cameras installed in here last night,” he said, “there, there and there,” he pointed them out, and I was surprised that no one had noticed them during the day.

I leant my head against his thigh, and closed my eyes, regardless of how angry he was going to be with me I was safe at last; he’d take care of me.

I listened to bits of their conversation, and my mind floated along different paths, “…and I’m especially angry at how you have treated your teacher,” I heard, at this I woke up out of my stupor, blushed and hung my head, “you have no right to treat another human being that way, especially not a person of higher authority.”

I giggled, and choked it back, what was wrong with me? I felt his hand pull my hair lightly and I relaxed, nuzzling the side of my head against his leg.   I didn’t care if it looked odd to them, I didn’t care what they’d think, I was my master’s pet, his property, and while usually we kept a professional distance between us when we were out in company, I needed the reassuring warmth that being close to him gave me, God how I needed him.

“Now, hand over your phones,” he said. They obeyed. He pocketed them, and gave them a look as if to dare them to object, neither said a word. They hung their heads and blushed. “I’m afraid that I am going to have to expel you both after this incident,”  he said clearly relishing the control he had over their lives.  “I can’t have you two loose and in the same room as my pretty little pet here, so you’ll have to go.”

I sighed with relief, though after today I knew that I couldn’t possibly return, all I wanted was to curl up in a small warm place and never move again.

“I’ll expect you to come to my office first thing in the morning to accept your expulsion forms, then I shall call your parents to inform them of my decision.  Is that clear?”’

“yes, Sir,” they muttered in unison.

“you’re damned lucky that I’m only taking it this far,”

They just nodded.

“now, I want you to stay here and clean up. Then I want you back at your desks, and write a thousand lines each, “I shall not torment submissive assistants, or risk the anger of their masters.” Is that clear?”

They nodded again.

“good.” Then turning to me he said, “come, my pet, let’s get you warmed up,” he helped me to my feet and then picked me up as though I weighed nothing, I snuggled against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, my eyes still tightly closed, he spoke to me but all I heard were the muffled sounds his words made, rumbling in his chest.  I murmured and tried to curl up closer.

We got to the director’s office and he sat down in the huge chair that was behind the desk with me still curled up on his lap.  I opened my eyes and looked around, panicking, “we shouldn’t be in here, Master,” I whispered.

“why not?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

“It’s so inappropriate,”

“I’ll tell you what’s inappropriate; letting two little teenagers half your age dominate you.  Letting them humiliate you like that, letting them do what they did – that is inappropriate. And what’s worse is that you are mine.  Mine and yet you let those little scumbags crawl all over you.”

I tried not to cry but his words cut me deeper than the whip had done, and it stung worse than anything I’d had to endure.  “I didn’t have a choice, and we really shouldn’t be in here – what is we’re seen?”

“no one is here, besides – I’m the co-founder, and this is my office when I’m around. I thought you’d be safe here, and that I could keep an eye on you if you needed me.”

“Please, Sir, I don’t want to stay here anymore.  Can we please go home?” I whispered, still trying to understand the grand scheme of everything, it was too big for me to think about. 

I felt his arms tighten around me, “someday, baby, I’ll fuck you on this desk, and I’ll film it – but it’ll be just for us, with no pesky little kids running around taking advantage of you.”

I just wrapped my arms around his neck tight, the jacket slipping and revealing my nakedness, “thank you, master,” I whispered, planting a small kiss on his cheek, his hands traced my body, my breasts, my stomach, and down, I parted my legs slightly and he stroked me, “I love it when you’re wet,” he murmured, I moaned and enjoyed the feel of his hands on me, “show me the damage” he said, reluctantly I got up, and gave him my back, I heard the wheels on the chair roll against the wood floors and his intake of breath as he surveyed his own handiwork, “poor baby,” he said lightly stroking over the bruises, “did they hurt much?”

“no Sir,” I whispered.

He pinched my ass and I gasped, my body flinched, “I’m sorry Sir,” i said, drawing my arms across my chest again. “I know you are, pet,” he said coming to stand behind me, “I think I should keep you at home from now on, I don’t trust people to be around you.  You are far too sweet, too naïve and too horny for your own good.”

I smiled, “yes, Sir,” I whispered as his fingers traced my body again.  “now, let’s go collect your things and go home, there’s a thousand things I want you use your body for tonight, and I can’t wait to get you into bed.”

My body tingled with anticipation, and my heart skipped, I could handle the pain, the humiliation of what those two brats that devil had spawned had inflicted on me, I could handle everything as long as my Master was still my keeper. Nothing else mattered.

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