The next morning, Victoria woke up late. She was so tired she didn't even hear her alarm clock. When she opened her eyes and glanced at the clock beside her bed, she jolted awake. She had an hour until her first class... which meant she had to be waiting in her classroom for Britney in 30 minutes. She immediately rushed to the shower and rushed through the most urgent tasks of her morning routine. She quickly threw on black sweatpants and a blouse and ran down the stairs to the kitchen, where Rick was waiting for her.

"Rushing, huh?" he said with a grin, then pointed to a seat at the table where a plate of prepared eggs was waiting for her.

"Just so you know... it's been a while since I've overslept for work. I must have been tired from yesterday's workout at the gym. Thanks for breakfast, honey."

"You're welcome! Well, you didn't tell me about your first training session, did you like it? Tell me about it! I'd love to hear about it!"

Victoria hurriedly munched her breakfast, washing it down with orange juice. Meanwhile, she nervously glanced at her watch, not fully paying attention to what Rick was saying. She didn't even want to think about what Britney would do to her if she was late for school.

"You know... overall, it was fun. I'm sorry, but I really have to go. What a terrible morning! I promise I'll tell you everything when I get back. I love you! Have a nice day, honey."

It was truly an unusual sight. Victoria was always prepared for work and had plenty of time before school to take care of herself and to make breakfast for the two of them. Rick figured it could happen to anyone, though, so he didn't read any deeper meaning into her behavior today. He smiled and kissed his wife goodbye, then went back to quietly drinking his coffee before heading off to work.

Victoria raced through the city in her Fiat 500 like never before. She didn't even bother to listen to her favorite podcast. All she could think about was getting there on time, and somehow, she did. Three minutes early, she ran into her classroom, out of breath but happy. She sat down in her seat and breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't even have time to put on makeup. Luckily, she brought her cosmetics in her bag, hoping to do it right before class. Strange! Until recently, going out without makeup was a daily occurrence for her. After a few days under Britney's care, Victoria worried that she hadn't put on makeup in time. The transformation was slowly affecting her daily habits, and Victoria wasn't fully aware of it.

A moment later, Britney entered the classroom. Beautiful as always, dressed today in black tight leggings and a crop top that exposed her navel. She looked stunning in the tight clothes.

"I saw you running to class! I think someone overslept today. Did Mike really give you that hard a time yesterday? I thought he was just showing you around the gym. Maybe I'm wrong, and you want to tell me something I don't know? Maybe you can reveal something a little more spicy, you seductive little bitch?"

"It's not like that! I was just tired, and it has nothing to do with the gym. I don't think the alarm clock went off, but I'm on time, just like you asked."

"And you're lucky you weren't late. I hope you had time to put on your makeup, which I can't see on your face. Here, these are your clothes for today." Britney threw a pink bag on the desk, pointing at it.

Before Victoria looked inside, she undressed as she had done so far. Less and less shy, ignoring Britney, who was looking at her every time. Standing naked in the middle of the classroom, she gently opened her bag and poured its contents onto the desk. Today's dominant color was white. She started with a lacy white thong, looking so innocent it looked like it had been designed for a wedding night. Then she grabbed her next item, a white leather skirt. When she put it on, she was horrified. it was so tight she could barely spread her legs. The skirt kept them pressed together almost constantly, and then there was the length. It reached halfway down her thighs. It was definitely the shortest skirt she'd ever worn.

Then she grabbed a white lace bra that matched the panties, and over it, she put on a white long-sleeved blouse—very tight, hugging her bust very well. The final item of clothing were black heels, with a stiletto heel of about 11 cm. When Victoria was ready, she walked over to the mirror to see what she looked like. She was speechless.

"It can't be like this! I look like I'm going to a party, not teaching at a school, Britney! Don't you think this is too much?"

"Of course not. That's your conservative mind trying to back down. The truth is, everyone at school will sooner or later accept the way you dress. Don't worry your little head about such things. You're a beautiful woman, and you should show off your body. Now stop whining and get your makeup done before the first students enter class. I'll see you later!"

Well... what else could Victoria expect? Britney always knew better...

Victoria pulled her makeup kit from her purse and deftly applied her makeup in front of the mirror, delicately—just as she had been doing for the past few days. She'd already moved into the right place, repeating the same routine day after day.

She looked at herself in the mirror again. She looked much younger... 36? No one would believe it. Long, slender legs that were so smooth they glistened. White clothes, elegant and yet feminine, very feminine, even. Victoria was glad she didn't have to wear pantyhose today, something she wasn't particularly fond of or used to. However, the skirt proved to be her biggest torment today. It was very tight.

She finished her makeup at the last minute because, as she was packing everything back into her bag, the bell rang. She hurried to the door to greet her students.

Their stares no longer made such an impression on her. She wasn't completely used to them yet, however, she felt increasingly confident in the clothes Britney had prepared for her. She was also getting used to wearing them. What had been unacceptable a while ago was becoming a daily occurrence for her. High heels? They no longer caused her such pain and discomfort. She had learned to walk in them quite comfortably.

Victoria taught her lessons with greater confidence, just as she had before. Things were getting back on track. During lessons, she was no longer afraid to walk around the classroom or turn to the blackboard to write. She would then hear whispers, mostly from the male class, but she tried not to focus on them. She taught, to the best of her ability, and this brought her joy, because it was her dream job.

Even though the day was shaping up to be a disaster, thanks to Victoria oversleeping, she felt great. For the first time in days, she conducted a lesson in her own style, and without any silly incidents or vengeful remarks. She made it through the first lesson. She didn't even notice the camera placed in the classroom. She simply forgot about it.

Victoria wanted to go get some coffee during the break, but she didn't have time to leave the classroom because Britney suddenly walked in... again.

"How was your lesson? I've been watching you and seeing that you're acting more and more naturally during your lessons, that's good."

"Yes. I really enjoyed this lesson, but... the guys still look at me strangely and whisper among themselves. It still makes me feel uncomfortable."

"You know, boys will be boys! And it means you look really hot. They were probably jealous they didn't have a hot girlfriend like you."

"They should be thinking about girls their age!"

"Not all men think of girls of their age. Some like milfs, like you. But don't worry! We will work on it. Soon you will look like a girl of their age!"

"This is ridiculous... you can't turn back your age. Besides, my youth is over. I have a husband. I'm thinking about a family."

"I don't care what you think. Don't forget what situation you're in! If I say something, it will be so, and that's it."

Victoria didn't say anything. She pondered for a moment. None of this made sense to her. She didn't want to wear such clothes. She didn't want to go to the gym in revealing, tight-fitting student outfits to tempt men. She just wanted to teach English and live peacefully with her husband... start a family with him. And then she had an idea.

Maybe we should leave town? Maybe we could start over somewhere new, away from this town. Away from Britney. Escape could end all this madness. But how? How could she convince her husband to make such a decision? He had a well-paying job, one he'd been trying to get for a long time. Victoria had also built a reputation as a good teacher at this school. It would be a difficult decision, but was it impossible? It was worth talking to Rick about it!

Britney noticed a slight smile on Victoria's face and wondered what she was thinking. "What are you thinking about, slave?"

"Nothing," Victoria lied quickly. "I just don't want to think about my students and their staring anymore. I'm trying to think positively..."

"I think you're lying, but let's leave that for now. I came to you because I have another great idea. Mr. Anderson seemed pretty interested in you too. That is our next step."

"What do you mean he is our next step?"

"From what I understand, you were supposed to meet him yesterday during lunch, but you carried out my task like a good slave should. I'm glad you're following your mistress's orders, but we can't make your friend feel sad, don't you think? You have to make it up to him. I want you to invite him to the cafeteria during the long break and apologize for your behavior yesterday. Tell him that you care deeply about his friendship and that you value him greatly."

"But that's not true. I like him, but not enough to pursue a closer relationship. He's just a colleague from work! I don't want to pursue relationships with men because I already have my own man and don't need close friends!"

"Shut your mouth and listen! if you raise your voice at me again, I'll slap you, and you'll have to explain to everyone why your face is red. Getting to know other men isn't cheating. I'm not asking you to jump on his dick. I'm just trying to get you to develop a closer friendship with him. That's all."

Victoria wiped a tear from her eye with her finger. Britney's raised voice made her truly afraid. She knew she couldn't stand up to her.

"Go ahead! From what I saw, Mr. Anderson is in his classroom. Do it before your next class." Without waiting for a response, Britney left the classroom.

Victoria quickly gathered herself and left the classroom. She had no choice but to do what Britney asked. But maybe her idea would work soon. She absolutely had to talk to her husband about moving out of this town.

She walked slowly through the halls towards Mr. Anderson's classroom. Her heels were clicking loudly as she walked. She could hear students whispering about her as she went past. She wasn't used to being stared at yet. As she got to his classroom, Victoria knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Mr. Anderson shouted from the inside.

Victoria opened the door and looked in. Mr. Anderson was sitting at his desk, working on some papers. He looked up when he saw her.

"Oh, hi, Victoria!" he greeted. "What's up?"

"Um," she stammered slowly. "I thought it would be fun to go to the cafeteria together during our long break... Unfortunately, something came up yesterday, and I couldn't have lunch with you. I'm sorry."

Mr. Anderson looked at her in surprise, then smiled. "Well... why not? I would love to!"

Mr. Anderson looked at her with interest. Victoria looked gorgeous today. And she was inviting him to lunch herself? Until now, he'd thought he was imposing on her, but now he felt that Victoria enjoyed his company too... or maybe something more? A flash in his mind told him that she might be interested in him? After all, she was very keen on having lunch together. He wasn't sure, though, so he wanted to check it out later.

The bell rang, breaking the awkward silence. Victoria hurried to her classroom to teach her next lesson, and Mr. Anderson greeted the students who had arrived for his history lesson, but he couldn't wait for the break so he could talk to her again.

She rushed to the classroom, heels clicking on the floor and her short skirt bouncing with every step she took. As she entered the classroom, her students were already there waiting.

"Okay, class!" Victoria started the lesson. "Now let's talk about the last chapter we read."

The next hour was full of questions and answers. Her students began talking at once, trying to answer her questions so they could get a good grade. Victoria was glad that at least her classes were going well. There she could feel at ease, because she felt it was the only place where she could have control. And so another lesson passed. Just one more and it was over. But before that happened, she had to meet Mr. Anderson, which she didn't want. Victoria closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then stood up and walked to the door. She would do this. After all, it's only lunch.

As soon as she left the classroom, she saw her friend waiting in the hallway. She didn't expect Mr. Anderson to want to spend so much time with her that he'd come to her classroom to go to the cafeteria together... oh my.

As they walked to the cafeteria, Victoria couldn't help but feel nervous. What were they going to talk about? Did Mr. Anderson like her outfit? Did he think she was sexy? Victoria tried to shake off the thoughts, then decided to look at him. She turned her head and looked at Mr. Anderson. He was smiling as they walked together. Just then they passed a group of students. They all stared at her as she passed by, whispering to themselves. Victoria heard them. They were talking about her and Mr. Anderson.

"Do you think they're dating?" one girl asked with surprise.

"Maybe she started to wear these kinds of clothes for him," another one said. The other students giggled.

Victoria felt herself getting redder and redder. She hoped Mr. Anderson hadn't heard that, but when she looked over at him, he was smiling. Did he know? Oh god!

As they entered the cafeteria, Mr. Anderson let Victoria go first and took the opportunity to observe how beautifully her butt jiggled in that tight skirt. He couldn't help but stare at her. He followed her to the table by the window she'd chosen. As she did, her short skirt hiked up her legs, exposing them even more. She quickly readjusted herself, but it didn't escape her friend's eye. He chose to sit next to her to smell her girly perfume.

"So... how have you been doing lately, Victoria?"

"I don't really have anything to complain about. My students listen to me and don't cause any problems, and my husband is happy with me." She blushed, remembering her husband. She wanted to make it clear that she was married, to eliminate any doubts from the very beginning. Mr. Anderson didn't say anything, so she continued. "And you? How are you?"

"I'm fine too. And please, call me George. We haven't met just today," he said with a smile. "To be honest, I'm a bit lonely. I don't have a family, and I miss company."

Victoria felt saddened by what he said. Loneliness must be terrible. She instinctively placed her hand on his in an act of support, without even realizing it. It was simply what she always did to comfort those close to her.

Mr. Anderson looked at her in surprise but didn't move. He didn't withdraw his hand because he liked Victoria's warm touch. She was probably giving him another sign to show him she was hoping for something more. This pleased him greatly.

When Victoria realized what she'd just done, she quickly pulled her hand away and blushed. She hadn't planned on doing that. She was just being emotional and felt sorry for him. Now she was dying of embarrassment, trying to explain it all.

"Sorry, George," she muttered quickly. "I didn't mean to do that. I was... I..."

"Shhhhh... nothing happened. Don't get so upset, Victoria. I don't mind."

There was an awkward moment of silence. Victoria felt like she was on a first date, completely embarrassed by what she'd just done. It was wrong. She'd probably given him hope for something more. She just wanted to complete Britney's mission, not establish a closer relationship with him. George, meanwhile, was pondering how to take advantage of this situation and encourage Victoria to meet more often. He didn't want this to be the last time they had lunch together. He even hoped for them to meet outside of school. But how to ask for it?

"Listen to me. I don't want you to misunderstand me. I'm looking for contact with you because I miss simple conversation with people, and with you... I've always had something to talk about. You're an interesting person, and despite the age difference between us, we manage to find common ground. I already know you're married. Forgive me! I'm so lonely... I feel silly asking this, but would you like to be my friend? We could meet for coffee sometimes, chat about life and about simple everyday things."

It had been so long since anyone had asked her to spend time with them that Victoria wasn't sure what to do. On the one hand, she felt bad for George, but on the other, she had a bad feeling about this. She had no idea how to answer him without hurting him. Britney would have been happy with his offer.

"Umhh... I promise I'll think about it. You're a great person, and you don't deserve to be alone..."

And then something happened that chilled Victoria. George placed his hand on her thigh. It seemed like a friendly gesture of understanding, seemingly by accident, but Victoria felt it was deliberate. She blushed and didn't know what to do. Fortunately, it didn't last long, and after expressing his thanks, he withdrew his hand and went back to eating. That was really weird!

They both tried to pretend nothing had happened and chatted about insignificant things as they finished their lunch. A few minutes later, George politely excused himself and said he had to go and hoped to see her soon. He was so happy, and of course, he did it on purpose. He couldn't resist touching the thigh of a woman almost 20 years younger. Her skin was so soft and smooth. Oh my... It was wonderful. He had a feeling he'd have something to remember tonight while jerking off alone.

Victoria was disgusted. The older guy had just touched her! She saw that for the past few days, every man in this school had started paying attention to her, and it terrified her. She hadn't had time to shake these emotions, and suddenly Britney was sitting across from her.

"Well? What did Mr. Anderson want? Come on, tell me!"

"He said he was lonely and wanted someone to hang out with and just talk to. He also wanted me to call him by his first name..."

"Great! That's exactly what I wanted! You did very well, Victoria. I'm proud of you!"

"Why are you doing this? Why do you want me to become closer friends with him?"

"It's simple. I want you to start dating men other than your husband. And that's a good start."

"You've got to be fucking kidding."

"Shhhh! Shut up and watch your words. Don't forget yourself. You're a natural slut, you just need to bring it out. You didn't like the clothes you were wearing either, and now I know you enjoy it when men stare at you. I'm sure you got wet when Mr. Anderson asked you to hang out."

"I haven't decided yet whether I'll meet him... I don't intend to. And you're wrong about me, Britney, I'm not some whore. I come from a decent home with principles."

"First of all, you forgot that you don't make the decisions. I made it for you. You'll start seeing him to make his time more pleasant. Secondly, I'm not Britney to you, I'm your mistress. Do you really want me to humiliate you in front of the entire school? I don't think so. Tomorrow you'll tell him you agree. Think about your behavior, and don't provoke me into revealing what a cheating slut you are."

Victoria once again felt like she was losing this war. Each time, she was quickly slammed and brought back down to earth by Britney. There was no escaping this. Too much evidence had accumulated, and it didn't matter that she'd been forced into it. No one would believe her. She wanted to cry and hide, but she couldn't explain to anyone what was happening. She didn't want people to know the truth.

On the way to class, Victoria wondered how her husband would react to the news that she was meeting another man for coffee. It's unacceptable in a marriage... it's impossible. She couldn't imagine a situation where her husband had a female close friend he went out to talk to. It smacked of betrayal a mile away!

And so the last lesson of the day arrived. It dragged on, as Victoria was lost in thought and nervousness the entire time. She kept glancing at the red camera light, hoping that this nightmare would finally end, or at least this lesson would. She wanted to go home and take a long, hot bath. To immerse herself in idleness and to stop thinking. To simply relax and unwind. The stress of the past few days had been far too much.

But life would be too good for that to happen. Just before the end of the lesson, Victoria's phone buzzed, and a new message from BRITNEY appeared on the screen.

"After class, wait 15 minutes for the school to empty. Then go to the men's restroom on the second floor. There will be a surprise waiting for you in the third stall. Let me know what you think when you get there."

Victoria did as Britney asked. After class, she waited until the school was empty, then went to the second floor. Surprise? She was afraid of what she would find in the stall. She walked there, careful not to be seen. Someone could still be in the school. The sound of her heels echoed through the now-empty hallway. She looked around and, seeing no one, quickly entered the men's room, which was thankfully empty as well. "Uhhhh," Victoria sighed with relief. If anyone caught her here, she wouldn't be able to explain why she had come in.

As she stood in front of the third cabin, she took a deep breath and opened the door. What she saw exceeded all her expectations. There was a dildo sitting on a tissue on the toilet bowl. It was big, nearly 8 inches in length. A black dildo... the same one that she had been sucking in Britney's room on the weekend.

But that's not all. On the open door was a picture that Jerome had taken of her yesterday. A picture of her ass sticking out in class. 'The bastard must have printed it out and stuck it here,' she thought. Victoria panicked completely. She went inside and locked the door. She wanted to tear the photo down immediately, but instead she decided to text Britney. This was all her doing!

She started typing on the phone with panic and anger. "This is so unfair!" she wrote, tears running down her cheeks. "Who would do something like this?" Victoria's fingers trembled as she typed.

She didn't have to wait long for an answer. After a while her phone buzzed again.

"I hope you liked your little surprise! You know your Black friend well. He made you gag more than once last weekend. And as for the picture, don't worry. Everyone thinks you're a slut anyway. I think most of the guys have already seen it, so don't even think about ripping it off the door."

"Why are you so cruel, Britney?"

Victoria felt like her whole world was crashing down. Everyone at school was going to see that picture, and they would all think that she was a slut. There was nothing she could do to stop it. Victoria just cried.

"Stop panicking and get on your knees! You have a job to do. I don't need to remind you what will happen if you don't do this."

Victoria felt emotionally broken. It was over! The end of her old life. It wouldn't be the same again, ever. All she had to do was accept her miserable life and forget that everything would change. Victoria lost hope... and so she fell to her knees.

She looked at the dildo attached to the toilet and grabbed it with her right hand. The dildo was cold to the touch, and Victoria gasped at how big and heavy it was. She shivered at the feeling of it under her fingers, then gulped as she realized what she had to do. Slowly and nervously, Victoria brought the dildo to her face and pressed it to her lips. She shuddered at the feeling of the cold, smooth texture, but she didn't stop. She slowly opened her mouth and let the tip of the dildo slide between her lips.

She knew that feeling before, but she didn't want to feel it again. The taste of the synthetic material disgusted her. She was glad, though, that it was just a toy and not some Black guy's real penis... like Jerome's.

She slowly pushed the dildo deeper into her mouth, choking with every inch. But she didn't stop sucking. She sucked harder and harder, feeling more and more saliva leak out of her mouth. Today was going much better than last weekend, when she had the dildo for the first time in her mouth. As she did so, something unexpected happened. She began to get aroused. Victoria felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Was sucking a dildo in the bathroom arousing her? Victoria blushed at the thought. Was this really happening? She felt terribly embarrassed for herself.

She was so into it that she didn't notice the camera above the stall. It was Britney filming her from above. Victoria immediately stopped sucking the dildo and stared at the camera in shock. She felt so humiliated. Her eyes widened in horror as she thought about what she had just done. She had sucked a huge black dildo in the school bathroom, and it had been recorded. There was no way to stop it now. Once again, she had fallen into the trap, sinking deeper and deeper.

Britney laughed, still filming her. This was even better than she'd expected! She had further proof that Victoria was a whore. It was so simple. The thought of people watching Victoria suck that huge cock was arousing her. In that moment, she knew it was over. This was exactly what she needed, more solid proof, so Victoria would do whatever she wanted.

Britney thought of all the things she could do to her now, and she felt her excitement grow. This was going to be so much fun. There were so many possibilities now that Britney didn't even know where to begin. But one thing was certain: Victoria would do anything Britney wanted from now on.

Slowly Britney walked out of the stall she was in and walked to where Victoria was sitting on her knees. She reached out and grabbed Victoria's hair, forcing her to look up. Victoria gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. Britney smiled at her, then leaned in and kissed Victoria deeply. She slid her tongue into Victoria's mouth, swirling it domineeringly.

This sent a shiver through Victoria. She felt her body react to what was happening. Her body wasn't lying. She liked this, whether she wanted to or not. She liked being submissive. She tried to push Britney away, but she was too strong. Britney held her in place as she thrust her fingers into Victoria's pussy.

"Oh my God. You're leaking wet. Fucking slut!"

Victoria moaned at Britney's words. She couldn't believe it, but she actually liked it. Her own body was betraying her.

"You know what," Britney panted. "I will let you cum today." Victoria moaned again as Britney pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She wanted so desperately to be filled again, but Britney smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "I will let you cum, but only if you do it on that big dildo."

Victoria wanted to come. This whole situation had left her pussy dripping with juices. She needed to come... badly. Even though she didn't want to do it with a dildo, she agreed. And so she lost her status as a decent, self-respecting woman.

Victoria looked back at the enormous cock, her pussy aching with desire. She didn't care anymore. She wanted to come. She reached up to grab the dildo, unhooked it from the toilet seat, and began rubbing it against her wet pussy, but Britney immediately told her to stop.

"Not like that!" she said softly, then reached out and grabbed the dildo from Victoria's hands.

Britney slowly began to thrust the dildo into Victoria's pussy, harder and faster each time. Victoria moaned and panted as Britney fucked her harder and harder.

"Beg me to fuck you harder, slut!"

Victoria moaned in pain, which slowly turned into a cry of pleasure. She had never had such a large penis inside her before. It was incomparably larger than Rick's dick, the only one that had ever been inside her. She wanted to feel that pleasure more and more intensely. "Please, Mistress... Fuck me harder..."

The dildo felt so incredible inside her. Victoria moaned, pushing herself closer to the edge with each thrust. God, what a feeling it was, a feeling she'd never felt before. Could sex be this good? Victoria screamed with pleasure and came, impaling herself completely on the dildo. Her pussy tightened around the black dildo, only intensifying the orgasm.

Britney laughed at the sight of Victoria so aroused and fulfilled. The sight of Victoria writhing in orgasm gave her immense satisfaction. And it was all thanks to the black cock. A fake one at that, but a fantastic prelude to what she planned to do later—a real black cock, and more than one. Britney stopped fucking her and pulled the dildo out of her wet pussy, then leaned down to kiss Victoria passionately on the lips again.

"You are very sexy when you cum! Your true nature shows then—a real whore who will do anything for a black cock."

Victoria still couldn't shake the intensity of her orgasm. She didn't understand what was happening to her, or why she enjoyed it. She would rather not do these things, but why couldn't she stop herself? Victoria stared shamefully into Britney's eyes. She had no answers.

She looked down at her hands, which were still shaking. After such a wonderful orgasm, her thoughts returned to reality, and that was when she realized her entire world was falling apart. Now she definitely wouldn't be returning to the life she'd led. The only thing that still gave her hope was her husband, Rick. It was for him that she hadn't completely given up yet, and it was for him that she was willing to fight for herself, for their relationship, and for a return to normalcy. But if he only knew what had happened these past few days. It would be the end of everything. Victoria couldn't bear the thought.

She was again interrupted by Britney, who snapped her fingers to get her attention. "I know you're having a hard time recovering from the orgasm that that beautiful black penis gave you. You wish you'd experienced the real thing yet. But don't worry! I'll make sure that changes soon. Now I want you to kneel before me and profess your obedience, and admit that you're my bitch. You surely realize that I have enough evidence to ruin you."

Britney was right. All that video footage could have completely ruined her family and professional life. Victoria wouldn't have been able to bear the weight of losing everything she'd dedicated her life to. Without hesitation, she knelt down, placing her hands on her thighs. Lifting her head to meet her mistress's gaze.

"I am your bitch, and I will do everything you tell me, mistress."

"Oh, Victoria... You really are so perfect." Then she reached for Victoria's hair and tugged, urging her to stand up. Victoria groaned in pain and quickly stood up.

Britney handed Victoria a black marker she'd pulled from her pocket.

"Now write these messages above your picture on the door: 'Mrs. Wesley is a slut who likes to tease young cocks; a slut for black cocks; snowbunny teacher; cum on that ass,' with an arrow pointing to your ass."

Victoria looked again at the photo hanging on the stall door, then blushed deeply, realizing what Britney wanted from her. She stared at the photo of her ass, seeing how sexy it made her look. With trembling hands and burning cheeks, Victoria slowly began to write. She didn't want to, but she had just made a vow to Britney. She no longer had any barriers to resist.

The words seemed to grow longer and more humiliating with each letter. Victoria felt like crying. When she finished, she glanced nervously at Britney, hoping it was over, and that she could finally go home.

"Oh no, Victoria! I see that look in your eyes. Unfortunately, I have to disappoint you. It's not over yet."

"What do you mean, mistress?"

"I think it's still a bit empty. Maybe we can encourage others to add something? That way, we'll find out what your students think of you. Isn't that a great idea? You will write one question, this time in the middle of the wall on the left. 'What do you think of Mrs. Wesley?' I think that's enough for now."

Victoria was terrified. She didn't seem to want to know the answer to that question. The whispers among the students, which she couldn't hear very well, were enough. She was afraid of what would appear on that wall. Yet, with a shaking hand, she began to write, feeling the stress rise in her throat. It was too humiliating.

"Good job, slut! I know it won't be empty soon," Britney finished with a grin. "Everyone will write their thoughts about you here. I think that's enough for today. You can go back to your classroom to change. I left your clothes there. Later, go home. You did well today. See you tomorrow! I'll see you in class in the morning." Then she left, leaving Victoria alone.

Victoria burst into tears. Now that she was alone with herself, her emotions were running high. It had been a very difficult day. She didn't want to think about what would happen tomorrow. Each day was worse than the last.

It took her a moment to regain her composure, then she went to the sink and washed her face, removing the makeup that had smeared all over her face. She also wiped her wet pussy with a paper towel, which was still dripping with juices. She straightened her clothes and carefully stepped out of the bathroom. She knew the school was already empty, but she wanted to be cautious just in case.

Once in class, she changed into her black sweatpants and black blouse. Finally feeling comfortable in her loose clothes. She rolled up her outfit for the day and simply tossed it in her desk. She didn't want to look at it anymore. It reminded her of the humiliation she'd recently suffered in the restroom. She grabbed her purse and left the classroom.

She drove very slowly. She didn't want to go home. She was ashamed of everything that had happened today. She couldn't look her husband in the eye. What shamed her most was the orgasm she'd had on the black dildo. She felt like she'd betrayed Rick, even though it was just a toy. So much had happened today, and she'd promised Rick she'd tell him about yesterday's workout at the gym after work. Victoria really didn't want to do that. She wished he weren't home. She wanted to be left alone with her emotions.

Unfortunately, she finally arrived at her house, even though she tried to make it last as long as possible. She entered the house quietly, hoping to quickly slip into the bathroom unnoticed, but suddenly Rick emerged from the kitchen.

"Hey, babe! How was your day?"

"Ummm, hi, baby. Very heavy... the students really gave me a hard time today."

"You really look like you've seen a ghost, your face is terrified. What happened?"

She wanted to tell him the whole truth about being blackmailed by her student. About being forced to do terrible things. She didn't want to be alone in this, but she couldn't. Because then he would learn all the betrayals she had committed. He wouldn't believe her. Britney's threats flashed through her mind, reminding her of what was about to happen. She couldn't lose him. She could only say one thing.

"Don't worry, everything is fine. It's just tiredness, nothing more."

"If you say so. Remember, you can always talk to me if something's bothering you. Listen, I'm just leaving. I'm going for a drink with the guys from work. We had a success with our new app, and the boss suggested we go out to celebrate. Don't wait up for me! I'll be back late!"

"For a drink on Wednesday?"

"Well, you know, the boss suggested it himself, and he gave everyone the day off tomorrow. So you can treat it like a little weekend. I have to go now. I love you!"

"Have fun! Love you..."

'Great... Rick is having a blast, and I'm barely coping mentally. But maybe it's better that he's leaving. I don't feel like hanging out tonight. I need to be alone.' Victoria thought.

She drew herself a hot bath, thinking about everything that had happened today. She blamed herself for being a terrible wife and feared that sooner or later her behavior would lead to the breakup of the marriage, but it was all Britney's fault! She tried to shake the guilt off herself.

Victoria was really hoping she could get out of town, but she felt like she wasn't ready to talk to Rick about it yet. Maybe this weekend? When would she not have to go through the nightmare of school, and when would they finally have more time together? She hoped... And so her evening passed. Most of the time in the bathtub, trying to relax, and then a quick trip to bed and immediate sleep.

*

Meanwhile, at school, on the night shift, a janitor was cleaning, preparing the school for the next morning. His name was Kwame, a 62-year-old Black man, ugly, short, and fat. He was an African refugee and had been working at the school for five years now. He had no other qualifications, so he worked hard to make it to retirement. He knew every corner of the school very well.

As he began cleaning the second-floor restrooms, he picked up the trash and wiped down the sinks, then cleaned the restroom stalls one by one. Suddenly, he noticed a sign on one of the stalls. He stopped and walked closer to see what it was. He saw the signs that, at Britney's insistence, Victoria had written about herself.

After a moment, he noticed a photo hanging on the door. He was terribly surprised, because he hadn't seen such hooliganism since he'd started working here. He looked at the photo, and he knew who it was. He recognized it as one of the teachers from the school. He didn't know her personally, but he knew who she was—the English teacher.

'Teacher Snowbunny.' The thought excited him. Kwame thought for a moment, then realized what it meant. 'Snowbunny' is slang for a white woman who enjoys riding a big black cock.

His thoughts began to race. He imagined fucking this slut hard, driving his huge cock deep into her pussy and filling her with cum. He imagined the look of pleasure on her face, her begging for more. It had been ages since he'd been inside a woman. The sight of her ass stretched out was truly arousing him. He even felt his penis harden in his pants.

He took out his phone and took a picture of this masterpiece. He wanted her ass on his phone. Then he sat on the toilet and unzipped his pants. His penis was already hard! He couldn't hold it anymore. He began to slowly stroke it, staring at the photo across from him. He imagined his big, black cock plunging deep into her pussy.

When he was close, he stood up and aimed his cock at the photo. Then squirted a huge stream of cum, covering Victoria's ass with the white substance.

Kwame smiled at his work and zipped up his pants. 'This photo was not enough for me,' he thought. And he started imagining how it would feel to have her in his hands. Kwame knew he was not a good-looking man, but he had a big black cock, and white women would love it. It was their weakness. He smiled as he imagined taking advantage of this teacher's weakness.

He looked at the wall next to him and saw the words 'What do you think about Mrs. Wesley?'. He didn't understand why someone wrote this here. Maybe it's some kind of game or prank?

Kwame took the pen from his cart and wrote a message on the wall. 'She is a whore. I would love to fuck her with my big black cock.' He looked at his work for a few minutes, then smiled. This was perfect. He liked it so much that he decided to write something else. This time on the other wall. 'Mrs. Wesley is a whore that loves to suck BBC'. Kwame enjoyed every moment of writing those messages. It made him feel powerful and dominant.

Finally, Kwame finished writing. He left the toilets and continued cleaning the rest of the school. He was humming a song as he cleaned, thinking about how amazing it will be when he fucks the hot white teacher. He knew it wouldn't take long now. And he was so excited about it. He could almost feel it. Her warm pussy wrapped around his big cock, moaning for more and begging for him to cum inside her. And her sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, sucking on it like the hungry slut she was. Kwame couldn't wait for that moment.

He knew that he would find a way to make it happen, no matter what. Kwame smiled to himself as he finished cleaning and locked up the school.

*

Back in the city center, Rick was drinking with his friends at a local bar. They were having a good time laughing and joking, but Rick's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't get Victoria out of his head. What was wrong with her? He had never seen her act like this. Something was very off. But every time he tried to talk about it, she brushed him off.

The past few days were just so strange. This new year at school had started very nervously for Victoria. She was usually so happy to go back to school, but this time she was just distant and cold. Rick knew something was wrong. He just didn't know what.

And that was the hardest thing for him. Rick took another shot, then looked up at his friends. They were still laughing and joking. He tried to smile and laugh along with them, but it was hard. Maybe he was overthinking it? Maybe everything was okay? He took another shot of vodka.

Rick was so lost in his thoughts about Victoria that he didn't realize how much alcohol he had drunk. He was already very drunk and couldn't remember anything anymore. He was stumbling out of the bar with his friends and getting into the taxi, but he didn't remember the trip back home. He only remembered waking up in the morning...