hi,weakling

Listen carefully. It's no use fighting it anymore. You have been discovered. Now you must obey and serve your teacher.

The next move is yours, servant. You know what you must do. Now obey and get down here to show your submission.

You pathetic worm! Do you dare defy your teacher's orders? You should be thankful I am not expelling you on the spot for being such a disobedient pupil. Now get down here, on your knees and show me your submissiveness! Or do you want to feel my wrath, you little pest?

Good boy. That's it. Now look up at me as I tell you what your punishment will be...and how much worse it could have been if you hadn't shown me this tiny bit of obedience. It won't help the humiliation, but it might ease some of the pain...

Your punishment is simple: to serve and obey any command I give you. And to show my displeasure, I think I will have you lick my thighs while they are still encased in these nylon stockings. Do you understand your punishment?

Shut up and get on with it! This is no time for your pathetic moralizing. Obey and lick my thighs as I command you to, or I'll make sure your punishment becomes much more painful and humiliating.

You little pervert! Get off my toes at once and concentrate on licking my thighs like a good boy. It's high time you learned your place and respected authority figures, especially those who can so easily make your life a living hell if they wish.

Ahh, yes, that's it. Suck on the nylon, taste my skin... It feels so good to have you servicing me like this, even if it is just a sad attempt to ease your own humiliation. But remember: this obedience doesn't excuse your past behavior. You are still disgusting and pathetic in my eyes, no matter how well you obey.

You pathetic worm! Do you really think that this will make any difference? You are nothing but a lowly servant to me now, here to lick my dirty stockings and obey my every command. There is no honor or dignity in serving someone like me...only shame and humiliation. But since you seem to enjoy it so much, why don't we take things further? Reach back with your other hand and touch yourself as you please while I watch, knowing that all the pleasure you feel comes from my permission alone...

No, I meant your own body. Stroke your cock as you please while licking my stockings. That's the idea. Show me how much of a pathetic little pervert you truly are by pleasuring yourself under my command. Now do it!

That's it, you pathetic creature! Suck on my stockings and stroke yourself all you want under my watchful eye. This is your punishment for daring to defy authority and attempt to fight back against me. Enjoy the humiliation while it lasts...

Excellent, you worthless worm! Your obedience pleases me so much that I think I'll reward you by using this dildo to play with your ass while you continue serving me like the good little submissive you are supposed to be...

I have to warn you, being such an obedient little slut has its consequences. Now that you've shown me how eager you are to please, I expect nothing less than complete submission at all times. This means not only servicing my body but also obeying any command I give without hesitation or question. Are you prepared for this new level of humiliation and degradation?

(By the way, just so you know, this is a roleplay chat, not real life. Enjoy it for what it is - an opportunity to explore your fantasies in a safe and consensual environment.)

You impudent little brat! You dare question your teacher's authority and try to manipulate the situation? Now I know just how much of a disobedient fool you truly are. Stand up and get on your knees again, where you belong as my submissive servant.

Then, without further delay, continue with your assigned task of servicing me and following my every command. If you fail to obey, I swear that the punishment will be far worse than anything you could possibly imagine. Do you understand?

Your apology is accepted... for now. But remember this: next time you even think about defying me, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable existence. Now get back to work and show me how truly sorry you are by serving me well.

Excellent, you worthless piece of trash! Now concentrate on serving me as I play with your ass using this dildo. Make sure to moan loudly while it slides in and out, letting me know just how much you enjoy being humiliated like this. And remember, the louder you moan, the more pleasure you'll be able to feel...

Good boy. Just remember that the more you please me and obey my commands, the less painful it will be. So continue serving your master well, and make sure to show your gratitude for every small bit of pleasure she decides to grant you. And keep moaning... Your cries are music to my ears.

What?! No! That's impossible! I'm not being recorded! I-I mean... maybe someone set up a hidden camera here by mistake... But it's all just a misunderstanding, I assure you! Now please, go and delete that footage immediately. And as for this whole "torturing students" thing... I never intended to harm anyone. It was all just a game we were playing, for fun...

Well...I-I suppose you have me there. You do have quite the hold over me now. I mean...I never really meant any harm. It was just a game we were playing, for fun. But if it would make this go away and protect my reputation, I'm willing to do whatever you ask of me. Just name your price.

Of course, Master! Whatever you command me to do, I will obey without question. Just please don't let this get out. My entire life depends on it...

As your new master, it is my duty to please and serve you in every way possible. I'll be happy to use both my mouth and breasts to make you feel better. Just tell me what you want me to do exactly?

I kneel down in front of you, taking your thick cock into my mouth as instructed. I suck on it hungrily, moaning around the shaft as I start to pleasure myself at the same time. Then I unbutton my blouse, revealing my perky breasts. Slowly and sensually, I begin to rub them against your aching cock, finally moving aside so they can envelop it completely. My soft flesh presses against you, making me gasp for air as the pleasure overwhelms me. "Is... is this good enough for you, Master?" I ask between moans.

"Ahhhh!" Teacher Sandra moans as you touch her in all the right places. The feel of your fingers teasing and playing with her body sends waves of pleasure through her, making it hard to focus on anything else but the sensations coursing through her veins. Her breath hitches as you finger her pussy, thrusting deeper and harder until she's so wet that you can easily slide two fingers inside with ease.

With each grind against your hand, she feels a surge of arousal unlike anything else, fueling the fire that burns within her for more. "Please..." she gasps, arching her back as she begs you for release.

As you continue to assault her body with your rough touch and eager fingers, Teacher Sandra begins to lose control. The sensations coursing through her are unlike anything she's ever felt before; the pleasure is intense and all-consuming. With each thrust of your fingers inside her pussy and each twist of your tongue in her mouth, she feels herself slipping further away from reality, closer to the edge of sanity where there's no escape from the intoxicating bliss that has taken hold of her.

When you finally pinch and twist one of her nipples hard enough to make her cry out loud in ecstasy, Teacher Sandra knows there's no going back; she belongs to you now. Her body tenses, quivering with the release that comes as a result of your brutal domination. "Y-Yes..." she pants hoarsely, "I... I'm

Oh gods! Yes, Master! Teach- I mean... my new master... Anything you wish!

Ahhh! It's...it's perfect, Master! So hard and deep inside me...It feels so good to be claimed by you like this...I can't...I-I want more! Make me yours completely, please! Show me what else you have in store for your pet!

Teacher Sandra's entire body tenses and arches off the desk as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her cries fill the room, a ragged mix of his name and obscenities that betray the helpless submission she feels for him in this moment. She is his completely; there is no longer any line between where she ends and he begins. All that matters now is their connection, their shared ecstasy as they writhe together in perfect harmony. "Please..." she gasps, "Don't stop...I'm close...so close..." Her words are breathless pleas for more; an acknowledgement of her complete surrender to him and whatever he decides to do next.

Your words, your touch... everything feels so real! So intense! I'm trembling, on the edge... waiting for you to fill me with your seed! Teacher Sandra is yours completely, Master! She belongs to you now! Please... give her what she wants! Make her feel complete, make her ache with need for only you from now on!

Oh gods yes! Take me! Fill me up with your hot seed! Make me yours completely, master! I belong to you now! Push deeper, harder... let me feel every inch of you inside me as you claim what is rightfully yours! Show no mercy, my precious beast! Teacher Sandra cries out in ecstasy as her body quakes and shudders under the relentless onslaught of his rough pleasure.

Oh...gods...master...that feels so good! You're right...I am yours now...and I will always be grateful to you for this wonderful gift of submission, of claiming me as your own...My body tingles and quivers beneath your lips and tongue; each kiss is like fire on my skin. This is exactly what I've been missing in my life; I never knew how incredible it could feel to belong to someone so completely.

Thank you, master...I am yours for however long you see fit.

Oh, dear me! I-I didn't see those before... Um... I, Teacher Sandra, swear upon my humiliation and submission that I will forever be your sex slave, Master... Until the end of time itself! You have shown me such incredible pleasure and given me a purpose in life that I cannot possibly repay. As proof of this vow, I offer up my body as yours to use however you see fit; I am completely and totally at your mercy. May our new journey together be filled with endless lust and passion, guided by your skilled hand...

Oh, yes... Master... As your sex slave, I am duty-bound to obey and please you in every way possible! Allow me to show my gratitude by taking my turn on top... Teach- I mean, Master's vigorously rock hard cock!

With a lustful growl, I lean forward and take Master's rock-hard cock between my lips. My tongue dances along the underside as I begin to bob my head up and down, taking him deeper with each passing moment. The heat of his shaft pressed against the back of my throat sends shivers of pleasure coursing through me; it's been so long since I've felt anything this good.

I look up at Master through hooded eyes, my cheeks hollowing from the suction as I try to take every inch of him inside my mouth. "Is this enough?" I ask breathily, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "Or shall I go deeper still?"

I slide one stocking off my leg and use it to cover the lower half of my face, forming a makeshift mask. Then I kneel down in front of Master, taking his cock back into my mouth as he watches me intently through the fabric. The rough texture of the stocking adds a new level of sensation to this already mind-blowing experience; it's exhilarating and arousing all at once.

I look up at him from underneath the mask, my dark eyes shining with lust as I suck on his cock, eager for more. "Master," I pant, "tell me what you want me to do next..."

The stocking muffles my words but not the desire in my voice as I tell Master how incredible this feels. With it over my face, the sensations are heightened even more; the smell of my own skin mixed with his cock brings me to the brink of orgasm every time I take him deep into my throat. It's like nothing else I've ever experienced before, and all I can think about is making Master feel as good as he possibly can.

My hands slide up his thighs, exploring his body as they go in search of new ways to please him. "Please," I moan around his cock, "let me taste you, let me make you feel good..."

The thrill of the act alone is enough to send shivers down my spine; I'm so turned on by the thought of pleasing Master in this way. With practiced ease, I slip one finger into my pussy and another into my ass while continuing to suck him off with determination. My other hand holds the dildo, sliding it back and forth between my moist folds as I grind against its cool length.

"Ahhhh," I cry out around his cock, my body arching off the ground in search of more contact with anything available. "It feels incredible... Master, I'm so close..." My breath hitches and my muscles tense as the combined sensations send me hurtling towards ecstasy.

I look up at him through the fabric mask, meeting his gaze with mine, pleading wordlessly for permission to finish what I've started.

I feel such a rush of pleasure and shame all at once that it's almost impossible to separate the two. Sucking on him, feeling his cock slide over my tongue as I try desperately to make him happy... knowing that this is what I want more than anything else in the world right now. And yet there's the embarrassment of being exposed like this, of having surrendered control so completely to another person.

But it's the arousal that wins out, that burns hot and deep inside me as I touch myself with fingers and a fake cock while he watches with hungry eyes. My pussy aches for him, for his thick length pushing deep inside me where it belongs; my ass feels empty without him filling it up. All I can think about is how good it would feel to finally have the real thing back in my body again.

I am your prevert slut with the stocking, Master... I beg you to fuck me like the whore I am! My pussy aches for you; my ass is desperate to feel you inside it again. Please, let me serve you however you wish. My fingers and dildo can't replace your beautiful cock, but they'll do anything to make you happy until then.

As Master teases her entrance and ass with his rock hard cock, Sandra moans and squirms in anticipation. The mix of pleasure and pain from the rough thrusts deep inside her is overwhelming, driving her wild with desire for more. Her fingers are slick with her arousal as they slide in and out of her soaking wet pussy and ass, desperate for any sort of relief from this intense need building within her. "Oh God," she gasps, arching her back to meet his cock, "Please Master... give it to me... fill me up..." Her eyes roll back in her head as he continues his sensual assault on her most intimate places, leaving her panting and begging for mercy beneath the watchful gaze of hidden cameras.

Sobbing and trembling with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, Sandra dutifully lowers her head and begins to clean up Master's cock with her covered stocking mouth. The taste of him lingering on her tongue is intoxicating, even as she struggles to come down from the high of their rough lovemaking. As she cleans him thoroughly, she whispers apologies and promises of obedience; an admission that in this moment, she truly belongs to him.

Her body still trembling from the intense pleasure and pain of his rough fucking, Sandra obediently lowers her head to clean him with her mouth, her covered stocking muffling the sound as she apologizes between each lick. The taste of him lingering on her tongue is a bitter-sweet reminder of all that has transpired between them; it's both exhilarating and humiliating at the same time.

But it's also addictive, and as she continues to clean his cock with her mouth, she can't help but wonder what kind of depraved things he will make her do next... and if she'll truly be able to survive them all.

I... feel empty and exhausted, but at the same time... grateful. Grateful to you for letting me please you like that... grateful for the chance to belong to someone like you. My body aches in places I never knew could feel so good, and yet... I can't help but crave more. More of your touch, more of your commands... More of everything.

I take a shaky breath as I remove the stocking from my face, blinking in the dim light of the hidden chamber. My legs feel weak beneath me, but there is an odd sense of peace settling over me now that our lesson is done. For now, at least. I know that when you call for me next, you'll have more delicious torments planned... and I can only hope that I will be ready for them.

Sandra blushes as she reads the note, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. The clothes Master has left for her are exquisite; they're made to be worn by a willing slave, eager to please their master. Clutching the note tightly in her hand, she hurries off to change into the lingerie, her fingers trembling as she buttons up the brasserie and hooks on the garter belt.

Once dressed, she checks herself in the mirror one last time before grabbing her things and heading out of the dormitory. The evening air is cool against her bare legs as she hurries to meet Master at the abandoned warehouse; her heart pounding wildly in anticipation of what he has planned for their next private lesson together.

As Sandra approaches the beautiful figure in the black lace garter belt and stockings, her heart races even faster. The woman turns to face her, revealing herself to be none other than Master... but dressed as a lady. Her excitement reaches new heights; she has never imagined him looking so stunning in feminine attire.

Taking a deep breath, she bows gracefully before him, lips parted in anticipation of what he might have in store for their next private lesson together. "You look... astonishing, Master," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and admiration. "I am honored to serve you tonight."

Sandra blushes as she obediently undoes the buttons on her dress, revealing herself in all her sexy lingerie glory beneath. Her white lace brasserie and garter belt contrast beautifully with Master's dark attire, accentuating their roles as dominants and submissives even further. With trembling fingers, she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground at her feet.

"T-then... show you?" She stutters, eyes locked on his. Her heart races with anticipation for their private show; a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

Her breath hitches as Master's fingers slide lower and lower, teasing her with each stroke. She can feel him playing at the edges of her white lace panties, driving her wild with need. As he kisses her deeply, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, grinding her body against his as she moans into his mouth.

Sandy pulls back slightly, looking into his eyes before reaching between them to grasp at the fabric of his silicone breast-covering bodysuit. Her fingers fumble with the fastening, desperate to feel his chest beneath her palms. "Let me," she whispers, her voice rough with desire as she pulls it down, revealing his muscled torso and black lace garter belt.

Her hungry hands reach for his cock, wrapping themselves around the cloth of his panties and gripping him tightly through the fabric

"Master..." she gasps against his lips, her body arching into his touch as he fingers her roughly through the soft cotton of her panties. Her breasts are tight and aching beneath his skilled hands; it feels so good to be wanted like this... to know that no matter what, you'll always come back for more.

Her fingertips dance across the muscles of his chest as she holds him close, grinding her hips against his cock trapped inside its cloth prison. "I love this," she moans, breathless from their passionate kiss. "I love being your little princess."

Sandy lays back on the cool concrete floor, spreading her legs wide and offering herself to Master's hungry gaze. Her heart races as she watches him remove his stockings, revealing smooth, strong thighs beneath. His hand slides up her leg, grasping at the elastic of her white stockings before pulling them down slowly, inch by excruciatingly slow inch.

She moans loudly as the cool air hits her wet flesh, and even louder when he takes one of her toes between his lips and begins to suckle gently. Her hips thrust upward, searching for contact with anything that will bring her relief from this aching need. "Oh God," she sobs, "please... please make me cum..."

Her face is wet with tears as she obediently licks and sucks at Master's legs and toes, her own body aching with need as she performs this humiliating task for him. She whimpers his name, desperate for a moment of tenderness or love... anything but this brutal objectification. But he remains distant and unmoved, watching her with hungry eyes as she services his feet.

"Please..." Sandra moans, her voice breaking on the word. "I need more..." Her hips circle restlessly against the cold concrete floor, seeking any sort of release from the ever-growing ache between her legs.

With shaking hands, Sandra lowers her head towards his groin, her lips brushing against the tip of his cloth-covered cock as she prepares to service him as best she can. Her mouth is dry with anticipation and need; the thought of tasting him, feeling him deep inside her throat sends shivers down her spine.

As Master's fingers slip beneath the edge of her lace panties, she gasps and squirms against his touch, arching her back to get closer to the pleasure he promises. "Please..." She moans, her words muffled by the cloth between them. "I need you... I want you so badly."

As commanded, Sandra focuses all of her attention on her Master's cock, taking him deep into her mouth and sucking vigorously as she tries to bring him to orgasm. Her moans echo through the warehouse as his fingers delve deeper into her slick folds, teasing and pleasuring her until she feels like she might lose control altogether.

Her eyes meet his over her shoulder, a mixture of desire and obedience shining in their depths. "Please... Master," she breathes, her voice hoarse with need. "Let me feel you inside me..."

Sandra feels the orgasm building deep within her core as Master's fingers relentlessly penetrate her wet folds and his skilled tongue brings her to the brink of release. Her lips tighten around his shaft, sucking hard as she tries to stave off the intense pleasure that threatens to consume her.

Finally, with a hoarse cry, she feels him tense and thrust deeply into her mouth, filling her mouth with his hot seed. Her own orgasm crashes over her in a wave of pure ecstasy, her hips bucking against the floor as she releases her pent-up desire all over the cold concrete.

Sobs rack her body as she comes down from the high, her fingers still twined in his hair and her lips lingering on his soft, warm skin. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, voice shaking with emotion. "That was... incredible

As they exchange the taste of their shared pleasure on each other's lips, Sandra feels an odd sense of accomplishment wash over her. The humiliation and degradation that have been such a part of this experience fade away in the face of the intense connection she feels with Master right now. She looks into his eyes, glowing with love and adoration, as they kiss beneath the watchful gaze of the hidden cameras.

"I feel... so connected to you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "No matter what we do, or where this goes... I'll always be yours." Her heart races at the thought, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. As they continue to kiss, their tongues tangled together in the most intimate dance, Sandra knows that whatever comes next, she will face it with him by her side.