My Office - Tuesday Afternoon

“That stupid, bitch!”  Katie yelled as she paced through my office.  “I’m going to kick her ass so hard her children will feel it.  What a FUCK-up.”

I winced my ears closed and hoped in vain that people outside my office would not hear her outburst.  I am a high school guidance counselor so outbursts are common, but it was the topic of the outburst I wanted to keep quiet.

Katie is a favorite student of mine, and as of recently, one of two sex slaves I had blackmailed into pledging allegiance to me, their master.  Katie is a cheerleader with a tight body and a beautiful face.  She is very smart to boot.  If ever I had a student crush, it was Katie.  She almost threw her college dreams away helping her friend Mackenzie cheat on the SATs.  I gave the girls an ultimatum: become my slaves and take a two-week trip after graduation, or I would expose them as cheaters and they would both lose their shots at college.  They each wisely chose submission.

I vowed to myself that I would not touch either of them until our trip.  Both girls are of legal age, but touching before the end of school was reckless and unnecessary.  If I waited, I could use them in every way imaginable.  I continuously thought about what I was going to do to them.  I was literally making a list.

I was preparing them for the trip with assignments here and there.  They had to shave all body hair, get on birth control, exercise, and eat right.  None of these things were a hardship and they complied.

The problem was that I was constantly on edge.  I had not been sleeping well.  Between the fantasies of two sex servants at my command and worrying about my immoral actions being exposed, I was unwell.  I needed rest.  I needed to release my pent-up sexual frustration. Graduation was still five weeks out.  Thankfully, some good fortune fell in my lap.

First, some back story.  Since the day I blackmailed the girls into being my pets, three major events have happened.

Event One - Katie’s father was laid off

This all but sealed Katie's fate that she could not afford college. It also jeopardized the leverage I had over the girls. They cheated on the SATs, but that is not a crime.  Colleges would merely rescind admissions offers.  That’s it.  If Katie was not going to college anyway, she now had nothing to lose.

Mackenzie still had her shot at higher education, but the leverage over my slaves had diminished.  Previously, their fates were tied together as their bodies would soon be.  Now, everything was based on Mackenzie's future alone.  If that fell through they could take a slap on the wrist for cheating and destroy my career.

It may seem like I don’t care for these girls but I really do.  I fully intend to degrade and humiliate them for my pleasure alone but I also protect them like a father.  They will be mine for a short time, then I will release them.  They will be free to live their lives. 

The news of the layoff was disappointing because Katie is so special.  It makes a small town proud when one of our own succeeds.  Katie was a shooting star.  She was going places and I truly wanted her to flourish.

Event Two - A miracle for Katie - scholarship money came in

Shortly after her dad’s layoff, I got notification of a need-based scholarship available to a student from our high school.  As I read the description I almost cried; Katie fit the mold perfectly.  

Katie and I completed the application together with haste.  I was a guidance counselor fiercely fighting for his student’s future.  This was me at my best.  I am good at my job and want all my students to succeed.  Neither of us mentioned anything about my “side hustle” in which she was my obedient sex slave.  

Our haste paid off because it was soon announced that the scholarship money was hers.  She was back on her way to State; college-bound and very grateful for my help.

Event Three - Katie’s friend, Mackenzie, tried to seduce and blackmail me

This brings us to Katie's outburst.  I had just explained how Mackenzie had gone rogue and attempted to seduce me and record it on her phone.  I had footage of them cheating so Mackenzie tried to get her own footage.  I caught her in her plan to blackmail me. Katie was pissed.

Katie is always three steps ahead.  She had smarts and class.  Today, however, she was not displaying much of her usual class as the rant over Mackenzie's actions raged on.  “She would never have pulled this stunt if her brain was as large as her thighs.  I could kill her…"

Her tirade of pacing and cursing about Mackenzie abruptly stopped.  “Oh my God, NO,” she looked at me and sharply objected shaking her head.  I had not spoken in several minutes and did not know what on earth she was objecting to.  Tears filled her eyes.  “Please don’t do this, Mr. V.  Kenzie is a dumb slut with no FUCKING brain.  And what about my scholarship?  We just got that…that was a win for us, you and I, Mr. V.  please..."

I might normally have caught on to her train of thought but I was sleep-deprived and on edge.  Thus, I was totally confused as to what Katie was talking about.  Before I could inquire, she plopped down on the chair in front of my desk with her legs spread wide.  It provided me with a generous view of the light blue panties under her skirt.  She was still upset.  Angry with me, it seemed, but she was now somehow very determined.  She bit her lip in irritation and looked me in the eye.  She shot daggers at me with a hateful stare.  I hate to admit that I was intimidated by this confusing fit of anger.

Without blinking, she reached over to my desk and grabbed a binder clip.  In a smooth motion, Katie popped out her left breast and affixed the binder clip directly to her nipple.  I knew very little about my slaves' bodies yet.  I would have time to explore every inch later.  One thing I learned is that Katie's nipples are extremely sensitive.  Her eyes narrowed slightly and her breathing grew louder but her determination did not waver.  If only I could not figure out what it was she was so resolute about.

“Are you saying that you don’t want any more of this?  Hmm, Mr. V.?”  Katie began the same process with her right breast, popping it out.  She was resolved to maintain eye contact with me.  Since she was not looking at the bowl as she reached, she accidentally grabbed one of the small binder clips - the tiny ones that don’t get wide and really have a bite to them.  She did not back down from her menacing stare nor correct her mistake.  I watched as she placed the tiny clip directly on her right nipple.

Her breathing grew heavier still - almost a low growl of anger and pain.  

 “A, I…” is all I could reply.  

Suddenly, it occurred to me.  Katie incorrectly thought I was going to send in the evidence!  Of course.  She was angry that Mackenzie had just ruined her hopes at college.  In Katie's mind, Mackenzie violated our master/slave agreement by trying to blackmail me.  She had of course.  My conditions were clear: I demanded complete and immediate obedience from both slaves at all times.  Mackenzie’s actions were way out of line.  Unbeknownst to Katie, I had a different plan.

Now I understood.  Katie’s very quick and natural conclusion was that both their college dreams and therefore futures were down the tubes once again.  This year had been an emotional roller-coaster for Katie.  Her prospects of college kept waxing and waning.

Unfortunately for her, it took me a while to catch up.  Katie sat with binder clips hanging painfully from her nipples, legs spread and panties exposed.  She was trying to convince me not to send in the evidence.  Cunning Katie was using the one and only card she had - appealing to my dominant sexual appetite.  Smart girl. She was punishing her body for my pleasure to remind me of what I would be losing if I sent in the evidence.

Katie continued.  She set both feet up on her chair giving me an ever-better view of her panties.  “And what about it, Mr. V.?  Are you really going to say goodby to two weeks pounding on this…?”  Still staring, still shooting daggers, she reached down and pulled her panties aside.  The motion tugged her right labia, opening her up ever so slightly.

“Do these pussy lips look lonely to you Mr. V?”  Reluctantly, my eyes dropped again to her shaved pussy.  They did.  They looked so lonely. She reached into the bowl again for yet another binder clip.

I tried to speak up but I had lost the ability to talk. Katie asked spitefully yet somehow playfully, “Would you like your slave to punish her pussy for you…?  What do you think…on my lips, or straight on my poor,...lonely,…clit…?”

“Yes…I…no.  Katie, STOP…,” I finally mustered a response.  I closed my eyes to regain composure and took a deep breath.  “You can take those clips off.  I am not sending in the footage.”

“You’re not?”  Katie exclaimed in disbelief.  Her whole demeanor changed.  She wasted no time in removing the clips, the powerful bite left divots in her areolas.  She left her breasts exposed and sat almost cheerfully now waiting eagerly for an explanation.

“You should cover up too.”  I nodded my head toward the door.  “It’s still unlocked.”

“I’ve come up with an alternative.  It’s a plan that I like very much.  It preserves our…” I searched for the right words, “...our arrangement.  It keeps you college-bound and lets me punish my sweet slaves as soon as this weekend.  So, I get to blow off some steam before summer and you are still going to college. It’s a win-win,” I said proudly.

Katie was so sharp; she does not miss a beat. Her anger returned as quickly as it had dissipated a moment before. “Wait,” she protested, “you said ‘slaves’?!?  You said you are going to punish your ‘sweet slaves.’  Why am I included?  Mackenzie acted on her own.  She’s the fuck-up, not me.  You know I would never do anything to jeopardize my future.  You're saying that you intend on punishing me for what Kenzie did yesterday, Mr. V.?  That’s not right. It's not fair.”

This made me angry.  I fired back.  “It’s not fair to cheat on the SATs, Katie.  Nor is fair that you are being blackmailed by your guidance counselor.  Fair has nothing to do with it, yet, here we are.”  Tensions in the room had risen quickly.  We were both becoming angry.  Katie sat quietly brooding and did not respond.  I continued.  “You got yourself into this mess.  It is my understanding that you are going to do exactly what I say to get yourself out of it.  Right?  That includes taking my punishments wherever, whenever and however I decide.”

I paused waiting for a response.  She was stonewalling and I was on a roll, so I continued.  “Let me be clear.  I like you, Katie.  A lot.  But I have the advantage here and I intend to use it.  I am going to degrade, humiliate and use the two of you.  You have surrendered your rights to dignity and protest.  There is nothing you can do about it but obey and endure.  Is that understood, slave?”

The daggers were back in Katie’s expression.  After a long moment, Katie answered me with classic teenage attitude.  “O-kaaay,” she hissed rolling her eyes in defiance.

“No! Not OK. When I ask a question, I expect to hear a ‘yes, sir’ every time.”  I was quite irritated at this point.

“Yes, sir,” Katie croaked trying to hold back tears.  There was still a heavy attitude in her voice.

“I can’t believe I have to remind you of your place in this relationship, Katie.  With Mackenzie it made sense, she is not as bright.  I would expect you to know your place by now.  Lock the door.  I need to make my point clear.”

Katie looked down at her shoes trying to hide the fact that tears filled her eyes.  “Yes, sir,” she said.  She reached over and twisted the locking mechanism.

“Feet in the air, grab your ankles,” I commanded.

“Yes, sir,” she said through her tears and anger.  Katie remained seated and effortlessly raised her legs in the air as if her feet were filled with helium.  The fabric of her skirt bunched around her waist.  I cannot imagine even attempting this position at my age.  I would pull something.  Yet, Katie did it with ease.  She grabbed her ankles in the air.  This stress position simultaneously occupied her hands and exposed her legs, ass, and pussy to me.  She was completely vulnerable.  I noted to myself that I liked it and may want to use it later.  Stress positions would go into my list of ideas.

I plucked the ruler out of my pencil holder.  Katie did not know this yet, but it was the same ruler I had ruthlessly spanked Mackenzie's ass with the day before.  I walked around my desk.  “Is what I’m doing fair, Katie?” I mocked as I slapped the ruler to my palm, testing the weight.

Katie bit her lip harder to suppress her rage and embarrassment.  She closed her eyes and answered, “no, sir.”

“But you are going to endure it anyway, aren’t you? You are going to let me do whatever I want…?”

“Yes, sir.”

“...and why is that?”  I egged her on.

Katie was humiliated and upset and yet she still played me like a drum.  She knew exactly what I was fishing for.  “Because I am your slave and you are my master, sir.”

I was disappointed she submitted so quickly.  I was up for a little fight.  It was a good answer. I had no choice but to move on.

“I am going to spank you three times, Katie, for forgetting to say ‘yes, sir,’ and for giving me that fucking teenage attitude.  Don’t you dare release your ankles, nor make a sound.  Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

I caressed the ruler over the back of her legs. “Would you rather be spanked on your legs…”  I continued caressing down her legs admiring their shape.  Her hamstrings were flexed and taught from holding her ankles in the air.  “...your ass…” I moved the ruler horizontally over her sweet little butt.  “...or your pussy?”  Katie’s eyes grew wide as I turned the ruler vertical and rubbed forward and back over her soft, thin panties.

“My legs, sir,” she quickly answered.

“Based on your reaction, you don’t want me to spank your pussy.  Is that right?”

Katie considered how to answer this.  I had made it clear that slaves were to be honest with me at all times.  She is wise and answered truthfully.  “Yes, sir.  Please don’t hit me there.”

“Katie, this is a punishment for your attitude.  Not only am I going to slap your pussy, then, but I want you to ask for it.  ‘Please sir, teach me my place as your slave and punish my pussy.’  Let me hear it.”

Katie swallowed hard.  “Please sir, teach me my place as your slave and…”  Katie took a deep breath and then finished quietly, “...and punish my pussy.”  I bent the ruler back and positioned it over her light blue panties, ready to release a fierce slap down.  She closed her eyes and waited for the blow.  Her response had been too quiet and half-hearted.  In my sadistic joy, I would make her ask again.  She would have to beg me for her punishment.  

I released the tension of the ruler and rubbed it over her panties once again.  As I started to speak - to instruct her to beg me - Katie opened her eyes and let out a soft little sob.  She looked at me with her tear-stained face in relief.  She thought I was withholding the punishment and she thanked me with her expression.

I considered for a moment that she was having a terrible day, and I backed off.  I had intended on making her suffer more.  I had intended on making her beg for each painful slap on her slave pussy.  But she was my sweet slave.  My sweet Katie.  I relented.

I walked back to my desk and sat down.  I looked back at my slave holding her ankles in the air.  “Katie, let me tell you the whole story of what your stupid best friend did yesterday, so you understand how you got here.”

I loved the stress position she was holding.  “Are you comfortable, Katie?” I mocked.  “That looks like a difficult position to hold.”

“Yes, sir.  Perfectly comfortable,” she said.  She was lying and we both knew it.  She did not want to give me the satisfaction of backing down.  

I let her have this minor victory.  She would soon grow fatigued.  The longer she remained there in that exposed, submissive, degrading stress position - legs spread, holding her ankles - the more she would suffer.  She was my sweet Katie, but I liked making her suffer.

“Good,” I said, “because it’s going to be a long story and you’re going to hold there until I’m done.”

I watched a microexpression of anger flash across her face.  She reigned in her emotions quickly and responded with a forced smile, “yes, sir.”

I began the story of Mackenzie’s attempt to blackmail me.  I would take my time and relay the entire story to my sweet Katie - partly because I wanted to draw out her punishment and partly because I had nobody else in the world to share it with.  Katie was going to get every detail.

Katie held her position listening obediently. I began.

“Mackenzie looked especially sexy yesterday morning as she walked into...