by Jocelyn Gray
But as hard as he might try, he wouldn't be able to control her.
"I'm actually very pleased with my new house," she said, touching his nose. "That's why I'm going to give you this kiss."
Her hand snaked around the back of his head, and she pulled him down, pressing her lips toward his. At first, Mason didn't know how to respond, but the press of her body proved too enticing.
She teased the tip of his tongue, explored the edges of his teeth, all while nudging her body against his. He could feel her hardened nipples through the layers of clothing between them. If he had been allowed to slip his hand between her legs, Mason was absolutely certain that her panties would be damp.
As she maneuvered her body against his, Julia shoved him against the wall. When he couldn't retreat anymore, she slipped her hand down into his pants. She smirked when she felt those lingering traces of dampness where he climaxed earlier. Yes, she had done that to him. Yes, she had been the girl to take away his dignity and self-respect, turning him into her own private, plaything.
Now, she found his cock, and he was already so big and so hard.
Sliding her hand along his girth, she caressed his scrotum. But she didn't stop there. She began to stroke the underside of his balls, feeling the way his body tensed, listening to his groans of desire. He was nearly moaning, desperate for more of her attention.
Good, she thought.
Blackmail was only the beginning. If she truly wanted to own this man, then she was going to make him like it along the way.
By the time she was done, he would be happy for the privilege of being her slave. He would be humiliated every day, knowing this young woman had stolen away everything, and he would be grateful for it anyway.
Julia could tell he was about to climax, so she pulled her hand from his pants. Then she grabbed both of his wrists, pressing them against the wall.
Julia broke off the kiss. His face had turned a shade of crimson, and he was panting. "Did you like that?"
Clearly, Mason didn't want to respond, yet something within him and held his obedience. "Yes. Yes, I enjoyed it a lot."
"Good. Now, if you want any more, you are going to clean your house."
“What?" His brain didn't know how to process what she had said.
"You're going to clean your house, every room. You are going to vacuum and dust. And when you're done, I'm going to play with you, but not a second sooner. This is my house, after all, and you are going to be expected to keep it in perfect condition at all times. You understand, pet?"
He swallowed to buy himself a few extra seconds. Slowly, he started to catch on. Bowing his head down, he said, "Yes. I understand."
"Good boy," Julia said, giving him a pat on the head.
With a huff of frustration, the teacher went back to his closet, and he fetched the various cleaning supplies he would need. He took out several rags, the vacuum cleaner, and different cans of spray soap.
When he woke up this morning, he never imagined his day could go like this.
For her part, Julia decided to plop herself down in the living room. At first, she simply played on her phone, texting some friends. Later, she enjoyed a few of her downloaded games.
After about half an hour, Julia decided to check on her pet teacher.
When she got up, she moved quietly. The vacuum was still on, only she could hear the telltale rhythm of it moving along the carpet. When she went into the library, she found Mason, only he had his hands down his pants.
"What are you doing?" Julia demanded, her hands on her hips.
Instantly, he pulled his fingers out, and he tried to stammer some excuse. She wasn't listening. She walked right up to him, she grabbed him by the back of his neck, and she pushed him toward the wall.
He braced himself against his hands, which was exactly how she wanted him. Then she pulled down his trousers and boxers. "You know, I thought you had been spanked enough this morning, but that's obviously not true."
Mason tightened his brows and steeled himself against the fact that he was her teacher, yet she was about to spank him.
Fierce and determined, she brought her hand down hard, smacking his tight little ass. Again and again, she struck, making sure he regretted his decision.
After just a few spankings, she came back around, and she grabbed his cock. "This is mine now. You aren't allowed to touch it without permission. Tell me you understand."
Apparently, she had found him at the right moment. He had been on the verge of an orgasm, and now disappointment welled up within him. He could barely speak, but he obeyed. "I understand. I won’t touch myself again."
"No, you won't and you know why not? You're not going to do it because you're going to go fetch my backpack like a good boy." She tapped his cheek, letting go of him.
Right away, he rushed back into the living room, his heart pounding. After being spanked, Mason really worried about what other kinds of punishments she might devise. Like it or not, Julia was a brilliant young woman, and she could be especially malicious when she decided to.
For just an instant, he paused, staring at her backpack. It was a bright shade of neon pink, and he shuddered, hating the fact that the girl who owned this same backpack had been the one who seemed to subjugate him so easily.
He turned around and went back into the library. He held out her backpack.
"First, I want you to hold your hands behind your back," she commanded.
He did so, and she unzipped her satchel. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Right away, Mason scanned them, searching for the emergency release. There wasn't one. These weren't the kinds of restraints you might find that a sex shop. Oh no, these were real cuffs, designed to hold a prisoner in place.
Swallowing back his trepidation, he kept his wrists at the small of his back even while she sauntered around him. She clicked the shackles into place, trapping his hands. Next, she fished out a blindfold. She tied it around his head, cutting off his vision. The world turned dark.
"Don't worry. This punishment isn't going to last very long." She giggled. "Though I suppose it depends on how you define this particular punishment." He could hear the smirk in her voice, a little giggle of pleasure from knowing how she could do whatever she wished to him.
Julia reached into her bag one more time. She took something out, not that Mason could see it.
She held it up and examined it, making sure she could use it correctly. At first, it only appeared to be a transparent, plastic tube that curved slightly. Then she examined the different locks and straps, smiling to herself.
"Who do you belong to?" Julia asked, stroking his cock again.
"You," he panted, hoping she would give him another orgasm. She had done it back in his office. Perhaps she was feeling generous again?
No way. He had started touching himself without permission, and now he was going to face the consequences of his actions.
She took a hold of his penis, squeezing gently, just enough to push him back to the edge of an orgasm. When he thought he might climax, she released him, taking away that delicious tension. He growled, a man and animal desperate to satisfy his need.
"Am I going to need to punish you again?"
"No. I'll be good! I promise I'll be obedient!"
Obedient. Of course, Mason despised the word in everything it represented, yet as this pretty girl continued to stroke, fondle, and tease him, he could only wiggle there on his feet. Every few seconds, he tried to jerk his hands back, but the implacable iron only it down into his skin. No, he wasn't going to be able to break those handcuffs, no matter how much he craved release.
"And you'll do whatever I want whenever I want?"
"Yes! I promise, whatever you want!"
Blindfolded, he couldn't see as she leaned in, whispering into his ear, "Mason, I want you to relax right now. You're so big and hard, but show me you can be soft and malleable too."
"I, I don't think I can," he said.
Julia responded by smacking his ass, leav
ing a crimson handprint on his skin, marking him as her property. "Relax. Relax for me, pet. Do it. I know you can."
The seconds started to tumble by, and she kept whispering encouragement into his ear. At the same time, Mason concentrated. He tried not to think about sex, about the proximity of this young woman. He focused on something else, anything else. He worked so hard to whiten his thoughts.
Slowly, his penis started to relax, going flaccid. Then she touched him again, but he didn't stiffen right away, not when he felt the cold plastic of that tube.
"This is a chastity device, a cock lock," she said to him.
"What?"
"Well, since I couldn't trust you to be responsible and wait for me to touch you and decide when you get your orgasms, I'm going to need something a little bit firmer. Yes, I am."
Just once, Mason tried to jerk away, to stop her from putting this thing on him, but another sharp swat to his ass prompted him to quit moving.
Blindfolded, he could only listen as she connected the locks, tightening one strap around his scrotum. Next, he could feel the other restraints shift around his shaft.
No, no, no, he tried to tell himself. He couldn't let this girl do this to him, but the desperation didn't give over to any kind of action. She could still blackmail him. She could still wreck his life.
"Come with me," she said, taking him by the arm. Insistent, she pulled him through his own house, yet the train felt alien. Blindfolded, he couldn't see. He had to rely on her.
Then she pulled the blindfold away, and he found himself back in his bedroom. No, it was now her bedroom. It, like him, belonged to her.
Julia positioned her professor right in front of the mirror. And there was his cock, twitching and straining against the plastic prison. "This is what you're going to wear from now on. This is going to be a reminder from truly owns you," she said, caressing his cheek. "And now, you're going to thank me for it.”
"No," he snapped back, his tone sharp and determined.
She grabbed him, and she threw him against the bed. He landed on his chest, his cock straining still. She looked at his naked ass, enjoying his help was squirming. He kept trying to slip free from the handcuffs, but that wasn't going to happen, not if he had a hundred years.
"Stay right here," she said with another one of those girlish giggles. He turned his head to the side, watching as she left the room. She was practically skipping, causing her skirt the flare upward. Once again, his cock tried to harden, that he couldn't. He was never going to climax while wearing this thing.
Julia returned only a few seconds later, and she held a heavy hairbrush. "I didn't think I was going to have to use this so soon. Oh well." With a shrug, she swung the heavy flat down, striking at his exposed skin.
She had hard, and he hissed through his teeth, his eyes misting over.
"Tell me, are you going to be a good boy? Are you going to wear your cock walk whenever I tell you to?"
Gulping down fresh air, he told her the truth. "Yes! I'll wear it!"
"And you're going to be grateful for it, aren't you?"
He paused, hesitating just a few seconds too long. She struck again, hitting him hard with the brush. While Julia wouldn’t cause any permanent damage, his psyche clearly needed a little bit of work. She didn't mind. She was up to the challenge.
"Fine! Yes, I'm grateful!"
"But I don't believe you," she said, her voice lilting like that of some young schoolgirl. "I think you're going to have to convince me."
This time, she allowed him to roll over. Mason looked up with a woman who wanted to own him, the girl who craved control over every inch of his body. Swallowing, he glanced back down at his cock. Trapped within the chastity cage, he had to seem grateful. He needed to sound like this was the natural order of things.
Inhaling through his nostrils, he held his breath for a moment. Generous as always, Julia allowed Mason a few seconds to collect his thoughts.
"Go ahead," she said, ridiculing and encouraging him at the same time.
“Thank you. Thank you for putting this on me…” he started, uncertain. His voice wobbled, and he could barely formulate entire sentences. “I need it? I need to be controlled?”
“That’s right,” she cooed, helping him along.
“This will keep me under your control. It’ll make sure I can’t misbehave…and disappoint you. Thank you, Julia. Thank you for locking me up. Thank you!” His voice rose until he called out those final two words.
Silence.
Since she didn’t respond right away, he had to assume he made some mistake. He started to think he was in trouble.
“Nicely done,” she said, patting his bottom. “Now, I’m going to take off your cuffs, and you’re going to get back to work.”
Grimacing, he could only nod.
Mason spent the next several hours working on his own house. It had never been so clean, not since the day he moved in. He vacuumed. He dusted. He wiped down every surface and cleaned away the clutter.
Every few minutes, he would ask her if he could be done.
“Not yet,” she’d reply easily, pointing to some new task which required his attention. And as he cleaned, he couldn’t ignore the weight of the cock lock, a constant reminder of his need and position. The tip of his cock was moist with excitement, yet he couldn’t obtain any sort of relief.
Then he asked again, “Please, can I be done now?”
She glanced up at him. “Done? Have you cleaned the sink? Oh, and did you make sure all of your clothes have been cleaned out of the dressers?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that you aren’t done, and you keep talking when you should be working.” Julia got up onto her feet, and she sashayed closer to her pet. “Keep your hands behind your back.”
He obeyed.
While he stood there, Julia lifted up her skirt. For a moment, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, and he caught the silken aroma of her perfume. Intoxicated, he tried not to respond yet his cock shook against the plastic confines of the lock she put on him. While he shuddered with need, Julia tugged down her panties.
They were already moist with her excitement.
“Open your mouth,” she ordered, turning around and bending over.
To maintain his semblance of control, he tightened his grip on his wrist. He squeezed until his skin started to turn white. Then she lifted up her panties, bunched them into a neat ball and said, “Open up.”
It took him another moment or two to understand. Then he parted his lips for her to stuff her dampened panties into his mouth. Gagged, he could only glower down at her. She patted his cheek and told him to go back to work.
Forcibly chaste and gagged now, he went back to work. He cleaned, finishing one chore after another.
And when she finally inspected her new house, checking every nook, every corner, he could only follow along. “Nicely done, slave,” she said. “Keep this up and maybe I’ll give you an orgasm.”
He whimpered once, hoping she wasn’t lying.
“But right now, I want you to go to the kitchen and cook us some dinner.”
He did it.
Ashamed of how easily she manipulated and ordered him about, Mason nonetheless trudged into the kitchen and started to cook, still gagged. Luckily for him, he was one of those bachelors who actually understood what a stove could do.
He made mashed potatoes, rice, and two steaks. When he was done, he set the table, careful to place a knife and fork in front of the two seats. And when he finished, Mason marched back toward his student. He murmured something, not that he could articulate himself with her underwear in his mouth.
She was seated in the living room, idly flipping through the different channels. He tried again.
Glancing up at him, she smiled, loving the appearance of her humiliated professor. “Good,” she said. She got up from her seat and headed into the dining room. She paused once she took in the whole vista. “Mason, wh
y are there two place settings?” This time, she took his panties out of his mouth.
“Because we’re both going to eat?”
“That’s true,” she acknowledged. That was a relief; Mason was famished after all of the house work he had already done. “But who said you would be sitting with me?”
“You want me in the kitchen?”
“No,” she said, flashing him one of those predatory smiles. “I want you on your knees.” With those words lingering on the air, his student sauntered over to her chair. She sat down, and then she pointed to the spot beside her…on the floor.
"Come on," she said with a snap of her finger. She picked up the panties again and put them back in his mouth.
Even so, Mason held his ground for one, two, three whole seconds before his resolve cracked and crumbled. Face downcast again, he walked to the spot beside her chair, and he dropped down onto his knees.
"Good boy," she said, slowly cutting into the steak.
Juicy and tender, the steak seemed so perfect as she slid one bite into her mouth. Her lips moved as she chewed slowly, savoring the steak.
Mason still had her panties wedged between his lips. After her third, no forth bite, she reached over and removed his panties. She leaned down and set them into his lap. "Are you a hungry boy?"
"Yes."
She smirked. "Since you're hungry, go ahead and beg. Beg like a dog."
His eyes narrowed to angry slits. Without taking her gaze away from him, Julia cut off another piece. She chewed and swallowed, letting him look on with yearning. He was horny and hungry, two impulses struggling for control.
Broken, Mason raised his hands. He let his wrists go limp as he begged, whimpering like any other canine.
She sawed off another strip of steak and knocked it off onto the floor. It hit the hardwood without bouncing. "Eat boy. Eat like a dog." He took that as permission to spit out the panties.
Then he stared down at the discarded meat, wondering if he could hold out.
After a few seconds, he just rationalized it. It was easy too. If he hoped to keep his strength up, then he had to eat. Refusing food would weaken him, making it that much easier for her to tear down his will.
