Chapter 1

“Just fucking do what you’re told, Superintendent,” Ms. Connor said into her phone, “and make sure everyone else does too! I hold all the cards, here.”

It was early on Monday morning, before school hours. She had a big week, coming. Things with Tissues and her Mom went much faster than planned. Mom walking in on Tissues’ initiation accelerated the timeline. She expected to have to deal with Tissues, but not Mom.

“You have no idea how fucked you are if you don’t toe the line,” she continued, “I have more pics and videos than you’ve seen and more people under my thumb than you know. You won’t do well in prison. Besides, what man doesn’t want his dick sucked by high school cheerleaders?”

She needed the Superintendent to not only keep his eyes closed to the goings on in the high school, but to make sure the staff stayed in line. She had blackmail material on some of the staff, but not everyone.

“No! You can’t fuck them. You’re disgusting,” she said and slammed the phone down.

She sighed, calming down a bit. Then she had to laugh at the irony. ‘He’s disgusting?’ she thought to herself, reflecting on the events of the weekend.

The phone rang. She let it ring a few times before picking up. Mondays always sucked.

“Ms. Connor,” she said into the receiver, then quickly pulled it away from her ear and winced at the shouting voice on the other end.

“Yes, Mr. Mayor ... But ... Yes, Mr. Mayor ... I already told you that she was out of town ... I’m sorry, Mr. Mayor ... Yes, right after school today, Mr. Mayor...”

She hung up the phone. “What am I running? A cheerleading squad or a brothel?”

Next, a knock on the door followed by Debbie, her head cheerleader, poking her head in.

“You wanted to see me Ms. Connor?” Debbie said.

“Yes, come in ... Is everything ready for this week?” Ms. Connor asked.

“Yes, Ms. Connor.” Debbie responded and closed the office door.

“Are you sure this time?”

“Yes, Ms. Connor. I’m sure.”

“We can’t have another fiasco like Friday night.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor. We won’t. Everything is set.”

“If you think your huge titties got punished for what happened, just you wait and see what happens if this gets screwed up.”

“Yes, I understand, Ms. Connor.”

“We will start practicing the new routine for this weekend’s big competition at today’s practice.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor. The team will be ready.”

She looked over Debbie’s massive chest. “Come over here,” she ordered.

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Debbie walked to stand beside her coach.

Debbie winced in pain as Ms. Connor massaged her titties roughly over her clothes. Her substantial underwear did little to protect her.

“Are you outgrowing your bra, again?” Ms. Connor asked.

“I ... Maybe ... Ms. Jansen said she can’t expand this one anymore.”

“You better hope you’re not. You outgrow this and you go braless from now on. You can go.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Debbie responded. She left the office, closing the door behind her.

Ms. Connor vowed that her head cheerleader would be braless by the end of the week. She really didn’t need a reason to humiliate Debbie. But she wanted maximum emotional impact. The fact that it was her own huge titties getting even bigger that was causing her humiliation would do the trick.

She called Ms. Jansen to be sure that Tissues’ new uniform would be ready for a fitting on Wednesday. The tailor assured her that it would be. Then she told Ms. Jansen to bring a couple of chastity belts over to Susan Gleason’s house this morning, but to make sure that none worked. She didn’t want Suzy belted. Not yet anyway.

Another knock at the door.

“Come in,” she said, starting to get frustrated.

The door opened. It was Eugene, the geeky sophomore that took care of computers and audio/visual tasks. He was short and thin. His clothes were always mismatched and wrinkled. Ms. Connor wasn’t sure if he ever took showers or combed his hair.

“I got your cameras set to record your practices, Ms. Connor,” he said shyly, not making eye contact with the beautiful cheerleader coach.

“Thank you, Eugene,” she replied, standing up, “You know I want you to look at me when we talk, Eugene,” she continued in a sexy tone and came around her desk.

He looked up, then right down again, “Yes, Ms. Connor. I know.”

She noticed a tent in the boy’s pants.

“I’ll make sure I tell all the girls how much you helped the cheerleaders. They’ll all be very happy,” she teased, “They all tell me how cute they think you are, Eugene.”

“Uhhhh...” the boy stammered.

“And I’ll make sure you have a special seat, right up front for the competition. You’ll be there, right?”

“Y ... y ... yes, Ma’am,”

She reached out and ran a finger down the boy’s cheek and over his chest.

“You like to watch the cheerleaders, don’t you, Eugene?” Her finger ran down his belly, toward the obvious erection he had.

“Y ... y ... yes, Ma’am,”

She let the knuckle of her index finger brush over the head of the boy’s erection.

“Oh, my, Eugene! I see you’re really happy to see me!”

“Oh! Uhhhh ... Sorry, Ms. Connor ... Y ... y ... yes, Ma’am. I’m happy,”

“I’m happy to see you, too!” she cooed, “I’m sure you’ll do whatever needs to be done to help the cheerleaders, won’t you?”

“Y ... y ... yes, Ma’am. Always,”

She grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to her hip.

“Even if we have to bend the rules a little?”

“A ... a ... anything, Ms. Connor, Ma’am. Anything you need.”

“Thank you, Eugene. You better go get ready for school.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am. Remember, anything you need, Ms. Connor, Ma’am.”

“Goodbye, Eugene,” she said as she walked the mesmerized boy out of her office.

“Ugh,” she said disgusted as she closed her door.

She went to sit at her desk and wiped her hands with sanitizing wipes.

She sighed. Everything that could be done was being handled. She could finally relax a bit.

Her relaxation was short-lived. Her office door opened, and the school principal, Jerome Jackson, strode in, slamming the door closed behind him. He was tall, black, and handsome.

“What the fuck, Connor?” The tall dark and handsome man said, “Nobody showed this weekend, and you didn’t pick up your phone. We have a deal.”

“I ... I’m sorry, Jerome ... I...” Ms. Connor stammered.

“That’s Mr. Jackson from now on.”

“Things got screwed up, Mr. Jackson. I had to handle it. I ... I’ll make it right.”

“You’ll make it right, right now!” he said and unzipped his fly, “Strip and get the fuck over here.”

“Please ... No!” she replied meekly.

“I said right NOW!”

She stood, kicked off her sneakers and pulled off the only two articles of clothing she wore, a lime-green sports bra and matching tight yoga pants. She was naked in less than 10 seconds.

By the time she walked over to Mr. Jackson, his pants were around his ankles and his massive black cock stood at half-mast. She knelt in front of him, grabbed his cock with both hands and started licking the head. She pumped him with both hands and had him rock-hard in no time. She sucked the head into her mouth and swallowed as much of the huge, black cock that she could.

She felt him grab her hair with both hands and she gagged as he pulled her head in, his cock sliding down her throat. She sucked him hard, doing her best to keep her teeth from scratching him.

He pulled her up by the hair, drool dripping down her chin. He dragged her by the hair over to her desk. He pushed her face down and pulled her right leg up and onto the desk, spreading her pussy wide. He grabbed her hips, and she felt the tip of his massive black cock rub the entrance to her pussy. She was soaking wet, and the head of his cock spread her juices around her horny pussy.

She moaned loudly as the thick head of his cock entered her. He worked the head in and out a bit before pulling back on her hips and thrusting forward, roughly shoving his massive cock in to the hilt. She felt his balls slap her thighs.

“AAAAHHHH!” She screamed. Realizing where she was, she put her hand in her mouth and moaned loudly. She didn’t want the whole school to hear her being plowed by the principal’s huge black cock right on her desk.

He took no pity on her young white pussy and pounded her hard. She moaned as her orgasm hit and pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck you, you prick!” She said as her orgasm slowed.

That only encouraged him, and he pounded her harder. She came again and on the hard black cock, waiting for his massive load of cum to enter her.

But he wasn’t ready yet. She felt his cock slip out of her stretched-out pussy. He took one hand off her hip and guided the head of his cock to her pink asshole.

“No! It’s too big!” she tried to protest.

He ignored her and she felt the huge cock, slick with her pussy cum, slide into her asshole. She pushed back to relax her sphincter as it entered her. He slid it all the way in and then almost all the way back out again.

“Mmmmmmmmm...” she moaned. It hurt like hell but felt good at the same time.

“What are you gonna do, you fucking cunt?” he said, sliding his cock in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.

“I ... Mmmmm ... I...” she stammered.

He shoved his cock in hard. “What the FUCK are you gonna do?”

“I ... I’ll send you ... a ... I’ll send you a fucking cherry to pop next weekend!”

“WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... GONNA ... DO?” He shoved it in hard with each word.

“TWO! ... two cherries! ... Two little white girls to pop ... Mmmmmm,” she moaned and came again.

He pumped her tight asshole a few more times, then grabbed her by the hair again. He forced her down to her knees shoved his cock into her face. It was slick with her cum and smelled of her pussy and asshole. She stuck her tongue out to lick it, anticipating that he wanted to cum in her mouth.

Instead, he pulled her head back with one hand and jerked his massive cock with the other. The first squirt of his cum splashed all over her face.

“Uuuunnnnnffff...” she moaned, trying to get some in her mouth.

He shot thick wads of cum in her face and down her chest. When he was done, he pushed her down onto the floor. She lay there panting as he put his pants back on.

“Fucking cunt!” he spat at her and left her office, leaving the door open behind him.

She scrambled over and closed her office door. She sat with her back against it as she calmed down.

“Wow! That went better than expected. I really needed that!” she said out loud to herself, “was that all I had to do? Maybe I’ll stand him up again next week! At least I finally have the prick on video.”

She got to her feet, grabbed the towel she kept in her desk drawer and cleaned herself up. Looking in the mirror she kept in her desk, she fixed her hair and make-up.

The school bell rang, and she could hear the ruckus in the hallway as students entered the school and headed towards their homerooms. She called the office and gave the secretary instructions on an announcement she wanted made. The hallways quieted down, and the bell rang, announcing the start of homeroom.

After a minute, she heard the school secretary’s voice from the speaker in her office.

“Today’s announcements. The cheerleaders will be demonstrating their new routine on Saturday at 10:00 AM on the football field. Admission is free and open to all students and their families. Please come down to support our cheerleaders as they get ready for the competition this weekend.

“Tissues. Please report to Ms. Connor’s office after homeroom. Tissues. Please report to Ms. Connor’s office after homeroom.

“Thank you. Have a nice day!”

The bell rang and the ruckus in the hallway started again. After a minute, there was a light knocking at her office door.

“Come in!” Ms. Connor said.

Tissues poked her head into the door, “Y ... You wanted to see me Ms. Connor?” she said.

“Come in and close the door,” Ms. Connor ordered.

Tissues did as she was told and stood in front of Ms. Connor’s desk with her hands at her sides. She felt Ms. Connor’s eyes taking in her nearly naked body. She was wearing the sheer white camisole, white pleated skirt, and toy heels that she tried on with her Mom last night.

“Oh!” Tissues said, remembering that she was supposed to be naked for Ms. Connor, and started to pull her top off.

“You don’t have to undress in the office here. Unless I tell you too,” Ms. Connor said, “I like the outfit!”

“Thank you, Ms. Connor, but ... but I’m so humiliated,” Tissues replied with her head down.

Ms. Connor got up, walked around her desk, and gave Tissues a hug.

“I know, Baby. It’s not punishment, though. It’s for you own good. I know you don’t realize it today. It will get better. Now, tell me why you feel so humiliated. Don’t worry about getting to first period, I’ll give you a pass when we’re done.”

No sooner did she say that then the bell rang out, announcing the start of first period.

“Everyone’s staring at me,” Tissues said.

“I’m sure. It seems your body likes it though,” Ms. Connor said, moving her hands over Tissues thick nipples. They were hard as rocks and clearly visible under the sheer top.

“I think you’re right. My cunny is really wet and my clitty is throbbing,” Tissues replied, “Good thing no one can see that.”

“Not today, anyway. Has anyone commented about your flat chest?”

“Not yet,”

“Well, it’s obvious that you were stuffing your bra before today. I can see clearly now that you have no titties at all,”

“I know. I’m so embarrassed,”

“Embarrassed why?”

“Well, it’s not because I have no titties. It’s because I was hiding it and now it’s exposed,”

“I see,” Ms. Connor said and slipped her hand under Tissues’ skirt, cupping her cunny, “Wow! It’s really wet,”

“I know. I’ve been so horny. No matter how much I cum, I just get hornier,”

Ms. Connor stood back and looked Tissues over again. She made the girl turn around, bend over, stand up straight with her hands stretched up, and other poses.

“Your pussy juices are making your thighs shinny. Everyone will see,” Ms. Connor said.

“I ... I ... feel really strange. Part of me want’s them to see. I want them to see everything. But I’m so humiliated at the same time,” Tissues replied.

“You need to get through this. I see a lot of potential in you. Debbie’s a senior, so next year we’ll need a new head cheerleader,”

“Do you think I can be head cheerleader?”

“Not next year. I can’t make a sophomore head cheerleader. But, maybe in your junior year,”

“Really!?” Tissues said, jumping up and down clapping her hands.

“Debbie was humiliated by her huge titties. I think she still is. But she overcame it and became a great head cheerleader. And a great mistress, don’t you think?”

More juice ran down Tissues’ thighs.

“Yes, she is,” Tissues said.

“Now, tell me about your day, yesterday,”

Tissues started from the beginning and tried not to leave anything out. Ms. Connor asked a lot of questions about how she was feeling, what made her feel most horny and if she felt bad about how she was treating her Mother. She asked about what made her cum hardest and which outfits would make her feel more humiliated.

Tissues explained how she tied her Mom in bed so she couldn’t masturbate and how she made her Mom promise not to make herself cum until her chastity belt was on.

Ms. Connor told Tissues that it may take time to get the right chastity belt and that she’d have to trust her Mom not to masturbate. She explained how her Mom behaved during their shopping spree and told her that she should punish her Mom if she even thought she masturbated without permission.

“How long are you going to make her wait to cum,” Ms. Connor asked.

“I don’t know. I really like it that she’s not allowed. Do I have to allow her to cum, ever?” Tissues clitty throbbed thinking about denying her Mother release.

“Well, it might be more fun to make her cum without permission. Then you can punish her. Like Debbie does with her Mom,”

“Ooooo!” Tissues squeezed her clitty between her thighs.

“As for you, I don’t want you cumming either for now. Not till you get home,”

“No! Please! I’m so horny,”

“Just do what you’re told. You’re still a virgin, right?”

“Y ... Yes,” Tissues blushed.

Ms. Connor had Tissues spread her legs. She easily slid a finger into the girl’s dripping little cunny. It went in a short way and was stopped at the girl’s hymen.

“Good!” Ms. Connor said, “I want to try something out.”

She had Tissues spread her legs and put her chest down onto the desk chair. Tissues felt her coach spread some lubrication on her asshole, then felt a plastic, egg-shaped object slide in. Her sphincter closed when the object was all the way in.

Ms. Connor had Tissues walk with the object in her butt. The girl had some trouble. It was obvious that something was making her uncomfortable. She liked the way the girl walked that way. It made her look more slutty. She grabbed a remote and pushed one of the buttons. The thing in Tissues’ butt started vibrating.

“Oh my Goodness! Mmmmmm...” the girl moaned.

The vibrating made the slutty walk even more slutty.

“It’s gonna make me cum!” Tissues said.

Ms. Connor turned the vibrator off.

“Keep that in until I tell you it can come out,” Ms. Connor ordered, “I’ll be turning it on and off during the day. Let me try again to see how long I can keep it on before you’re ready to cum.”

Ms. Connor repeated the process of turning on the vibrator and having Tissues tell her when she was about to cum. Eventually, she was able to stop the vibrating just before the girl said she was going to cum.

The process of controlling the girl along with watching her slutty walk made Ms. Connor horny again. She had Tissues suck her pussy to orgasm, just before the bell rang announcing the end of first period.

“Come on,” Ms. Connor said, grabbing Tissues by the hand, “I’ll walk with you to second period.”

She turned the vibrator on and watched as the other students stared at the nearly naked, flat chested girl walk like a tramp through the halls.

 

Chapter 2

Ms. Connor held my hand as we walked to my second period Math class. I think the only thing preventing everyone from staring at her was the nearly naked little girl walking next to her. My nipples were burning from being exposed to everyone in my sheer top. I looked down and saw my cunny juices halfway down my thighs. I wished that she’d let me cum in her office.

The plastic shoes and thing up my butt made me walk funny, attracting more attention. The little bursts Ms. Connor gave me from the vibrator every now and then didn’t help.

It quickly became obvious that my new nickname had been spread around the whole school.

“Hey, Tissues!”

“Got any Kleenex?”

“Hey, my nose is running!”

Also, in the crowded hallways, I felt every brush of a hand on my naked flesh. I’d never been so horny, and I’d have to wait until I got home to cum. Mom’s gonna get a workout after school.

We got to the door of my classroom and Ms. Connor made me wait outside with her. Once the others were inside, she adjusted my clothes for me. She rolled the hem of my top up so that it ended just below my nipples. I couldn’t really see, but I’m sure the pink was showing at the bottom.

Then she adjusted my skirt. She rolled the waist over and hiked it up a bit. The effect was to expose more of my mound at the top and raise the hem so that my swollen pussy lips were barely covered.

The bell rang and I walked into class with the vibrator buzzing in my butthole.

The room was silent, and everyone stared at me as I made my way to the only empty seat. Front-row center, of course. The vibrator turned off right before I sat down, preventing me from having a giant squirt-cum in front of everyone.

I squeezed my thighs together as I sat to prevent giving my teacher an eyeful of wet pussy and swollen clitty. My skirt was so short that my entire naked butt was on the seat. I crossed my legs, took a deep breath and tried to focus on class.

“A ... A ... A ... CHOO!” A boy faked a sneeze somewhere behind me, “Does anyone have a tissue?”

The class erupted with laughter. Mr. James, our middle-aged math teacher, chuckled trying to hide it from the class with his hand. I felt myself blushing and my clitty throbbed.

Mr. James cleared his throat and started class. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me, but was able to conduct class, somehow.

Between my naked pussy rubbing the seat and the on-and-off vibrating in my butt, I couldn’t focus on class. I snapped to attention at one point.

“Who can come up to the board and solve this problem,” Mr. James asked.

A few brown nosers raised their hands. Normally, I’d be one of them, but I didn’t want to get up in front of the class.

“Anna, your turn,” He said.

I didn’t react at first. It had been days since anyone called me Anna. The class helped.

Fake coughs erupted from the room disguising the name, “cough ... cough, Tissues ... cough ... cough, Tissues...”

I guess I should have expected it. I slowly rose from my chair, trying desperately to avoid showing Mr. James my cunny. I walked over to the board. There was no chalk in the tray, only a few pieces strewn about the floor at the front of the room. I squatted down with my legs clenched to grab one, exposing my naked butt to everyone. I stood up and started to write but was interrupted.

“Please start higher up on the board to save space,” Mr. James asked, “higher ... All the way at the top.”

I decided to just give him what he wanted. I reached up as high as I could while still keeping my legs closed. I knew that my entire naked butt was exposed. As I started to write, the buzzing started deep up my butt.

“Oh!” I gasped, then moaned, “Mmmmmmm,”

I pulled my hand down and squatted slightly with my thighs squeezing my clitty. I bounced up and down trying to get off. Forgotten was the math problem, my teacher, and a room full of students.

Again, Ms. Connor brought me to the edge and stopped the vibration. How did she have such perfect timing?

“NOOOO!” I cried.

The room was silent. Everyone stared at me as I came back to reality.

“Ah ... Is everything alright, Tissues?” Mr. James asked, “Oh! I’m sorry. Is everything alright, Ana?”

“Yes, Mr. James. I’m fine. And it’s OK. You can call me Tissues now.” I replied.

The class erupted in laughter and Tissue-coughs again.

I reached up again and started to solve the problem. The problem was that I had no idea how since I couldn’t pay attention during class. Mr. James had to correct me several times. Eventually he came to the board, put his arm around my naked waist and helped me get through it. His touch made me shiver.

When the problem was done, I turned to go back to my seat. Mr. James patted my naked butt cheek and thanked me. Then he limped back to his seat like he was trying to hide something in his pants.

I felt completely humiliated. Everything except my cunny and clitty had been exposed to the class. Everyone stared at me.

I was in a daze for the rest of the class. As humiliated as I was, I was also as horny as ever. I thought about making myself cum right there in my seat. Ms. Connor would never know. Or would she? How would she punish me for cumming without permission? Would it be worth it? I might even like the punishment in some weird way. I decided not to risk it.

Toward the end of class I realized that, yes, I was humiliated. But I had gotten through it. I even felt a little better about myself. I uncrossed my legs and teased Mr. James a little, too. I don’t think he saw my cunny, but he was definitely trying to.

I decided that I was going to try to embrace my situation. Each period, I’d wait until all the other students were in class and enter the room with a grand entrance. Just like Ms. Connor made me do for math. I’d let them all look at me. I’d go to the board when asked and flash my naked flesh. I’d even laugh at all the Tissues jokes. They were pretty funny, after all. I just didn’t want anyone to see my clitty. I wasn’t ready for that yet.

The bell rang, ending second period. I took a deep breath as the others quickly exited the classroom. I stood to leave. As I strode toward the door, Mr. James asked me to close the door and stay after class. I came around his desk, and he turned his chair to face me. The tent in his pants was plainly obvious.

He gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. His face came to within an inch from my left nipple. His warm breath made it tingle. He pushed my top up, exposing my nipples. His comment about me having absolutely no tittie flesh didn’t phase me. I’d heard it plenty of times over the last couple of days. Plus, I desperately look and feel every day for any hint of growth. I didn’t find anything this morning.

I felt his hand move down my tummy toward my mound. I grabbed his wrist.

“No! Please?” I looked at him with pleading, puppy-dog eyes. “Not yet.”

Not yet? Did I imply that I’d someday let my teacher see and touch my clitty? It wasn’t that I didn’t want it touched. I was burning for a nice squirt cum. But I didn’t want to disobey Ms. Connor, and I wasn’t ready for anyone to see my clitty yet.

He could have forced his way down to my dripping cunny, but he let me stop him. I looked down at the tent in his pants, then reached out and touched it. The first dick I ever touched was my math teachers! This wasn’t the way I fantasized about this moment.

I instinctively got my hand around it through his pants and stroked it up and down. A few seconds later, Mr. James grunted and pushed my hand away. I guess he squirted, but I wasn’t really sure.

He cleared his throat, and put my top down in place.

“You better get to your next class. You’re going to be late.” He said.

“Thank you,” I said meekly, “for being so nice to me.”

In that moment I realized that this was the first time that I said no and someone respected that. Well, other than Mom, anyway. This experience was totally different than anything I’d experienced in the last couple of days.

I turned and strode out of the classroom. There was already a crowd of kids outside the door waiting to get in for third period. I strode quickly and confidently toward my English class as the vibrator buzzed in my butthole.

The jokes and touches continued, but I continued my confident stride.

I only got about half-way to English class before I felt a hand grab each one of my elbows.

“Hey Tissues!” I heard Tonya say from my right arm.

“Right this way,” I heard Laia say from my left.

They guided me into the nearest girl’s room and made sure it was empty. They complimented me on my outfit while they tugged on my skirt hem here or the straps of my top there. I thanked them, not wanting to get them mad. Tonya is a senior and Laia is a junior, so I know Ms. Connor will hear every detail.

“Something’s not right, though,” Tanya said, exaggerating her puzzled expression.

“Hmmmm,” Laia said, “I think you’re right.”

I looked at the three of us I the mirror. We looked like a new kind of Oreo cookie. Tanya was a dark chocolate cookie on my right. Laia was a milk chocolate cookie on my left. I was the white cream in the middle.

“I know,” Tanya said. A pair of scissors appeared in her hand.

“No, please,” I begged, “I’m so naked already! It’s so humiliating.”

Tanya ignored me and cut a vertical slit in the front of my skirt from the hem to waistband a couple of inches to the right of my cunny. Then she did the same in the back in the middle of my right butt cheek. She repeated her alteration on the left side of my skirt. She stepped back to admire her work.

Looking in the mirror, I could see more of my thigh exposed in front. I assumed more of my butt was exposed in the back. But I wasn’t all that much more exposed.

Laia said, “That’s a little better.”

“Not quite right, though,” Tanya said.

Tanya used the scissors to connect the slits on the front and back of my right leg, along the waist band, removing most of the material on the right side of the skirt. When she was done, my right thigh and most of my right butt cheek were completely exposed. All that remained was the quarter-inch wide waist band. It was now clear that I had no panties on.

She cut the left side of the skirt in the same way. What I had left wasn’t really a skirt at all. I just had a white cloth hanging in front to cover my cunny and in back to cover my butt crack.

“What do you think?” Tanya asked.

“Much better!” Laia answered.

They adjusted the waist band lower, so that more of my mound was exposed. I could see a little of my slit cleavage showing over the top. They trimmed the skirt a bit more, rounding out the corners of what was left of my skirt in front and back.

“Good thing you’re naturally bald like a little girl,” Tanya teased.

“Yea, you don’t have to worry about stubble showing,” Laia added.

I looked in the mirror. My nipples were dark pink and clearly showed through my top. My entire mound was exposed. All I had was a white four-inch wide piece of cloth covering my humiliating clitty. They had me turn and I looked over my shoulder to see my almost naked butt. A curtain of white fabric hung down to cover my butt crack.

I don’t think it would be possible to be any more naked without actually being naked. I felt totally exposed. My clitty throbbed.

The buzzing started in my butthole again. I grabbed the sink to steady myself.

Tanya came close to my ear and teased, “Is Ms. Connor teasing your horny little asshole?”

“MmmmmmHmmmm...” I moaned in response.

“Don’t you dare cum,” Laia teased in my other ear.

The buzzing stopped.

“Nooooo!” I begged.

I thought about how hard I was going to hump Mom’s face when I got home.

I readied myself, expecting to be allowed to head to class, but they weren’t done yet.

“I don’t know, Laia,” Tanya said, “Something’s still not right.”

“Hmmm...” Laia said, “I know! She’s way too white!”

SWAT! SWAT!

I heard the sound before I felt the flogger slap the backs of my thighs.

“Yes! That’s it!” Tanya added.

SWAT! SWAT!

Two more swats landed on the backs of my thighs.

The floggers seemed to appear out of nowhere. Tanya pushed my head down onto the sink while Laia had me spread my legs. I felt the cloth covering my butt flipped up and over my back. I was completely exposed to them.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

They laid into me from my knees to my waist. They made sure to swat up between my legs go get my thick cunny lips and swollen clitty. I was going to have a bright red bottom for the whole school to see. Everyone would know that I’d been spanked.

I lost count, but the spanking slowed and stopped.

“That’s much better,” Laia said.

“I think she needs a little color in the front, though,” Tanya said.

They turned me around as two girls entered the girl’s room, giggling to each other about some boy.

“Bathroom’s closed,” Tanya said.

“You can’t just...” one of the girls tried to protest but stopped speaking when she saw me there.

Laia slapped the flogger into her hand, “Unless you want to be next.”

The girls quickly turned and left.

Laia pulled my top up and off, while Tanya dropped my skirt to the floor. I stepped out of it, not wanting to upset anyone. I was naked except for my plastic princess heels.

They flogged me from my knees to my shoulders and everywhere between. I stood and took it, my hands behind me holding the sink.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Finally, they stopped. I turned around and saw how bright red my skin was. The crisscrossing of the strap marks was plainly visible.

“Wow!” Tanya said, squeezing a nipple, “Look how swollen her nipples are now.”

“Ouch!” I screamed and tried to twist away from her hold.

“I think her clit is even bigger than it was on Friday!” Laia said and wrapped her fingers around my engorged clitty.

“Careful,” Tanya warned, “Ms. Connor said we can’t make her cum.”

“Please! I won’t tell.” I begged.

They ignored me, as usual.

They helped me get dressed. My clothes did absolutely nothing to hide the signs of my spanking.

“Nobody said you and me are not allowed to cum,” Tanya said to Laia.

“Oooooo!” Laia cooed, pulling down her tight yoga pants.

She sat on the edge of the sink and pointed to her wet cunny.

“You know what to do.” She said.

I squatted in front of her and licked up and down her slit. I worked on her clitty, but when she started to orgasm, she pulled my face in. I shoved my tongue up her cunny and she humped it. She pushed my face away when she was done with my tongue.

Tanya reached under her skirt, pulled down her thong and put her foot up on the sink. Her black lips were thick and slick with her cream.

“My turn!” Tanya said as she grabbed my hair and pulled me into her cunny.

I did what I was told and licked her lips and sucked on her clitty. She pulled my face in and humped hard. She made me lick her black butt hole when she orgasmed. My vibrator buzzed as she rubbed her creamy pussy all over my face. Like Laia, she pushed me away when she was done.

They adjusted my clothes to assure that I was as exposed as possible.

“You can go now,” Tanya said.

“P ... Please ... Can I wash my face?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and my face was slick with cunny cum cream.

“What’s wrong?” Laia said. “You don’t like the way we smell?”

“I ... It’s not that ... I just...”

“Get the fuck out!” Tanya ordered, kicking me in the butt.

I left the girl’s room, finding the hallway empty. All the kids were in third period, which was probably halfway over by then. I thought about going into another girl’s room to wash up, but knew I’d be caught and punished. So, I just headed to my classroom.

The confident stride I left math class with was gone. I was a horny, spanked mess with a face full of girl cum. I could only imagine what my entrance to English class, late and without a pass, would look like.

Chapter 3

I got to the door of my English class, took a deep breath and then walked in. Mrs. Wilson, the teacher, stopped talking and stared at me. After a moment of silence, one of the boys did a Tissues-cough which got the whole class going.

“Quiet! Quiet!” Mrs. Wilson said, “I assume you have a late pass Ms. Gleason?”

Didn’t she think it was odd, the way I was dressed? I was practically naked standing in front of the class! Ms. Connor must have gotten word around about me. How was she getting away with all this?

“I ... Uhhh ... No,” I responded.

She came over to me, grabbed my hand and had me turn backward and forward. She looked my body over and I’m sure the class did the same.

“What happened to you? Where did these marks come from?” She asked.

“I ... I was punished...” I replied and the class erupted in laughter, “It’s OK, Mrs. Wilson. It’s a cheerleader initiation thing. It looks much worse than it is.”

“Well, class is almost over, so it’s too late to send you to the office. I’ll report your tardiness to the office myself after class. While you’re up here, you might as well recite your homework assignment to the class.”

Homework! I forgot all about it. I was supposed to write poem about my weekend. I was so busy with ... well everything this weekend to even think about it.

“I ... Uhhh...” I stammered.

“You do have something to recite, don’t you? I don’t want to give you a zero. That will spoil you’re A-grade.”

I had to come up with something. Fast! I still don’t know what came over me, but I tried to rhyme about things that happened over the weekend. The vibrator up my butt started buzzing as soon as I started to talk.

“Friday, I had a party. All the girls were there. It was a lot of fun, until they took off my under ... Oh!”

“I guess they didn’t give them back!” A girl shouted from the class. They really enjoyed that one.

“Mom was very annoyed. She heard our music cranking. When she came down to yell, Debbie gave her a spank ... Oh Gosh!”

“Mom’s not the only one who got a spanking!” A boy called out to more laughing.

“I should have read a book instead. Maybe ‘A Tale of Two Cities.’ Instead everyone saw I have no titt ... Oh! No!”

The Tissues-coughs rang out after that line.

“I had a nice time shopping. I was feeling nice and chipper. I felt like a runway queen when I was forced to be a strip ... Ugh!”

“Take it off! Take it off!” The class chanted until Mrs. Wilson stopped them.

“A lot of things happened this weekend. It was really quite perverted. Perhaps the worst humiliation of all, was when my cunny squir ... Oh! Mmm!”

“Oh my!” Mrs. Wilson gasped, “I think that’s quite enough, Ms. Gleason. Come to the desk so you can see your grade as I enter it into my book.”

She wrote ‘100’ next to my name in her grade book and winked at me. She knew! My cunny tingled. I really needed to cum.

The bell rang, ending third period. I was the first one out into the hallway and headed toward the cafeteria for lunch. I got a lot of feels in the crowded hallway, even from the girls.

Ms. Connor worked it out with the office so that all the cheerleaders had lunch fourth period. I grabbed my lunch and sat at the cheerleader table. Geeky boys sat at all the tables around us, trying to check us out while not letting us see them check us out. It was kind of silly. After all, cheerleaders loved being looked at. That’s why we’re cheerleaders!

My teammates all oohed and awed at my outfit. They traced their fingers along my strap marks, too. Once they got that out of their system, we ate our lunch and gossiped about boys.

I noticed that Debbie was a little uncomfortable and kept adjusting her huge titties in her bra. Tonya and Laia told the story about my strapping in the girl’s room. Debbie had a hushed conversation with Kaylie, who works in the clothing store. They kept looking over at me and laughing. It made me think about the girdle lady and my clitty throbbed. I thought about having her at my house with Mom.

“Tissues,” Debbie said in a loud voice when we were done with lunch, “Why don’t you show us all the dance moves you learned on Saturday?”

I felt myself blushing. She was referring to our strip-club performance. I hoped she was kidding and just giggled in response.

She got up and walked over to me, grabbed my hand and pulled me up, “Come on. Up you go.”

She pushed me toward the table and pulled up on my arm. I thought my cunny would show, so I stepped up onto my chair to avoid stretching too much. Tonya got some dance music playing on her phone.

“No! Debbie, please. Not here,” I begged.

She pushed me up onto the table and said, “Get moving!”

My teammates cheered me on, so I started to walk back and forth on the table in time with the music. The whole cafeteria was looking at me and a crowd started to form around our table. I got the same feeling of power that I felt at the strip club and started dancing. I did my best to keep my legs closed. I didn’t want my clitty seen here in school. The vibrator buzzed away in my butthole.

I crossed my legs and bent over to a loud cheer. I’m sure that my cunny lips were showing, but my clitty was tucked between my thighs out of sight.

The other side of the room that didn’t get to see my naked butt booed, so I turned around and repeated the move for them. The crowd cheered. Even the lunch ladies were cheering.

“What the fuck!?” I heard Ms. Connor scream over the crowd.

All of a sudden, the music stopped, and the kids all went back to their tables. I stood on the table, frozen in place. I was only doing what I was told. I didn’t want Ms. Connor to be mad at me.

“I ... I didn’t cum!” was all I could think of to say.

“This is not part of the plan!” Ms. Connor whisper-shouted at Debbie.

“I ... I’m sorry, Ms. Connor. I just thought...” Debbie stammered.

“Don’t think! Just do what you’re told.” Ms. Connor said. “You! Get the fuck down from that table.”

“Oh! Yes, Ms. Connor ... I ... I’m sorry, Ms. Connor,” I said as I scampered down and onto my seat.

“You girls have new routine to learn. Debbie has the details. You should be going over that to be ready for practice this afternoon, not running a strip tease in the cafeteria.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” we all said at the same time.

Ms. Connor went to get her lunch. Debbie went over the routine with us. We spent the rest of our lunch period getting the moves straight in our heads.

The new routine had a final move where I was getting tossed up by Debbie and Tonya. I had to do a double flip in the air and they would catch me by my arms and knees. It was a great chance for me to be the center of attention and show Ms. Connor how good I could be. It would take a lot of practice, though and I had to really trust Debbie and Tonya to catch me. It gave me something to look forward to, to help me get through the rest of this humiliating day at school.

The bell rang and the cafeteria emptied as we all headed to fifth period.

Ms. Connor grabbed my elbow as I walked out.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’m glad your embracing all this.”

I smiled and headed to my next class.

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Eugene watched Tissues’ strip tease from the geek table with his geek friends. When Ms. Connor ended the show, he went to the data center.

He flipped through his camera feeds and found the one for the camera he had pointed at the cheerleader’s table. Mentally, he patted himself on the back.

When Ms. Connor enlisted his help to get cameras and recorders set up, he went the extra mile. He had cameras recording everywhere. He assured Ms. Connor that she was the only one that could access the feeds, using the ‘special password’ he set up for her. How gullible can someone be? Well, he thought, she is a cheerleader, after all. They’re not known for their intelligence.

He had access to all her recordings, plus a few more that he set up. He was building up quite a library.

He pulled his pants down and watched the recording of Tissues’ dance. He jerked his dick off quickly. It never took long, even though he’d already jerked off several times today. Once watching Ms. Connor getting ram-rodded by Principal Jackson. Then twice while watching Tissues getting her cunny flogged and then licking Tonya and Laia off.

He cleaned up when he was done, checked all the security configurations, and sat back to relax before he had to head to fifth period. He was very satisfied with himself.

The only question in his mind was when to spring the trap on Ms. Connor and start fucking her and all her slutty little cheerleaders. Maybe he could even make some money blackmailing the principal and all the others involved. All in good time.

That reminded him. He needed to hook up the bug on Ms. Connor’s desk phone. He also needed to complete his research on hacking cell phones via wifi. It was going to cost him some money to pay off hackers to teach him, but it would pay off.

The bell rang and Eugene went off to his next class thinking about his next jerk-off session looking at the live feed from the girl’s locker room before cheerleading practice.

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Fifth period was art class. The art teacher makes us call him by his first name, Mr. Fred. He looks and acts just like that painter on TV. He even has us paint ‘happy little trees’ all the time.

I got to follow up my lunchtime dance with serving as the model for the class’s painting. The class is arranged in a circle and I got to stand on a pedestal in the center. Mr. Fred let the other kids pose me this way and that. He had a big tent in his pants the whole time and a growing wet spot.

The boys and some of the girls in the class got up to pose me or look over my body parts closely. I was careful to keep my cunny covered, but a lot of them got really close looks at my completely flat chest and swollen nipples. I had a lot of hands on me, as well as they moved my body this way and that.

When art class ended, Mr. Fred complimented me on a job well done and said he would excuse me from any assignments and give me an A in art if I would serve as model whenever he needed. I agreed, of course. I hated doing those stupid art projects anyway! Plus, if I had to be nearly naked with everyone gawking at me, I might as well get something out of it. Besides a sopping wet cunny and throbbing clitty, that is.

The last three periods of the day went about the same as the rest. I waited at the door of the classroom and entered when the bell rang. Everybody got a good look at my nearly naked body as I walked to my seat. I sat with my naked butt on the chair and tried to keep my horny cunny hidden from the teacher. I got called up to the board or to the front of the room at least once and was put in a position that showed off my butt. There was plenty of laughing and tissue-coughing. Men teachers got erections and women teachers winked. I got hornier and hornier, but no relief.

Finally, classes ended for the day, and it was time for cheerleading practice. I brought a bag to school with a pair of my new tight shorts, socks and my sneakers for practice. I figured the top I had on was fine. When I got to the locker room, there was a note taped to my locker. It said that I should see Ms. Connor before I got changed.

I knocked on Ms. Connor’s door and she called me in.

“You wanted to see me Ms. Connor?” I asked.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“It was OK, I guess,”

“Just OK? How do you feel?”

“Humiliated. And ... I ... I’m really horny!” I blushed.

“Good! That’s the idea. I see the girls made some adjustments to your outfit.”

“Yes ... I’m really ... uh ... naked!”

“How did it feel when you were on the table in the cafeteria?”

“Well ... It made me feel ... in charge.”

“You see!? It’s working. Keep up the good work.”

“Uh ... yes, Ms. Connor.”

“I have a new outfit for you to wear to practice.”

She held up the tiniest, sheerest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Your Mom helped us pick it out for you!” she said.

She held it up by the thin shoulder straps. It was white and very sheer. I took it from her and looked it over. It was low-cut in front. It looked like it would be open down to my belly button, and barely cover my nipples and cunny. Not that it mattered much. It was completely see-through.

“Thank you, Ms. Connor,” I said as I took it from her.

“How’s your ass feeling with that vibrator in it all day?”

“It’s a little distracting when it turns on,” I replied, “but I’m getting used to it. It’s hard to keep myself from cumming.”

“Did you cum today? Tell the truth.”

“No, I ... I promise ... No cumming.”

“OK. Keep it in for practice. I won’t turn it on today. Let’s see how you do.”

“I’ll try, Ms. Connor.”

I went back to my locker and started to change. As I stepped into my new practice outfit, I looked over to see Debbie struggling with her bra again. It looked like it was a bit small and she was having trouble getting all of her tittie flesh in it. It made me ask myself which one of us had it worse. Me with my flat chest or her with gigantic titties that were all you saw when you looked at her.

I went to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror when I was done dressing. The outfit was totally see-through. My swollen, dark pink nipples were clearly visible as was my long, thick clitty. The tiny bit of material in the crotch was buried between my puffy cunny lips. Half the team had already seen me totally naked at the party on Friday or while I was shopping. The rest would get an eyeful at practice.

I waited until all the others left the locker room then walked out to the gym to make my entrance. Everyone stopped to come over to check out my new outfit. They all cooed, touching the material and complimenting me on how good I looked. It gave me a little confidence.

We completed our stretching routines and some calisthenics before lining up to start practicing our new routine. We went through the steps and cheers a few times, leaving out the some of the harder moves and the toss at the end. After a few attempts, we were confident that we all knew the routine.

We broke off into smaller teams to practice some of the harder moves that each of us had to perform. I was with Debbie and Tonya to practice the toss. At first, they just tossed me straight up without the flips so they could practice catching me. Laia joined us to act as spotter to help break my fall in case of a misstep. I felt good having our most experienced team members helping with this dangerous move.

Tonya was on my left and Debbie on my right. Laia stood two steps behind us. When they caught me, Tonya held my left knee and under my left armpit. Debbie held my right knee and under my right armpit. Laia put her hands under my butt. My legs were spread wide, so my cunny was completely exposed in my sheer outfit.

They started with a gentle toss and catch. We’d done similar tosses in the past, so it didn’t take too many attempts for us to be confident enough to do higher tosses. Ms. Connor came over to watch when they started tossing me up really high.

“Excellent!” she said. “But you need to toss her up higher so she can complete two flips before she comes down. Just do the high tosses today. Tissues, you’ll need to get on the trampoline to practice some double flips, landing on your butt in the right position before you try flips with them tossing you. We need to land this move in the competition. It’s our only chance to win.”

My focus on practicing this difficult move took my mind off my nudity and horniness. I did feel the crotch panel ride up between my cunny lips as we practiced. I gave up on adjusting it and just let it be. I knew that only my clitty was covered.

After a while, Ms. Connor had us practice some of the more difficult team moves and pyramids. Addie and I were the smallest, so we always ended up on top. Debbie and Tonya were the strongest and usually formed the solid foundation.

Debbie had to stop several times to fix her bra. Ms. Connor was getting annoyed at the interruptions.

“Debbie, get those cow titties of yours under control!” She’d yell.

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Debbie answered, “I’m trying.”

“Maybe you should try it without that monstrosity of a bra you wear.”

“I ... I can’t ... I can’t cheer with my titties flapping around.”

I felt bad for her. She was our head cheerleader and has always been so confident and in-charge. I thought Ms. Connor was being a little hard on her.

“We can’t have a cheerleader stopping in the middle of the competition to fix her huge titties!” she shouted.

We split up again and Ms. Connor had me go to the trampoline to practice the flips. It took me quite a few attempts to get the right height to complete two flips and land on my butt. I was used to landing on my feet, and this new move was a little awkward.

Ms. Connor came over to watch when I was finally able to complete the flips and land properly on the trampoline.

“You need to spread your legs wider when you land. It will make it easier for them to catch you. It has to look natural. And smile! You’re supposed to be having fun. You need to be smiling when they catch you,” she said.

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” I replied and did a few more attempts while she watched.

“Put your hands up and spread your fingers when you land,”

“Smile! Smile! Smile!”

I was getting tired and Ms. Connor told me to rest a bit. She got the team back together and we went through the routine a few more times. This time she had Debbie and Tonya toss me at the end without the flips.

“Excellent! Remember to spread your legs wide, put your hands up high and smile when you land,” she coached.

After a long, hard practice, Ms. Connor said we had enough for one day. The team made a lot of progress and we were all feeling good about it. She asked me to see her in her office again before I got changed to go home. This was odd, since she’d usually have Debbie in her office after practice.

“That was awesome for a first day,” she said to me in her office, “let me get that vibrator out for you.”

She came over to me and pushed the straps of my outfit off my shoulders and pulled it down past my waist. I stepped out of it and I was naked except for my ankle socks and sneakers. She had me bend over her desk with my legs spread wide. She ran her fingers over my cunny lips and clitty.

“Horny?” she asked.

“Mmmmm ... Very horny!” I responded.

“Good! That’s the idea. I’m sure you’ll have Mom take care of that when you get home,” she said.

“Please ... now!” I begged.

She ignored me and I felt her fingers enter my butthole. She wiggled her fingers around a bit and was finally able to get a grip on the vibrator and work it out of my butthole.

“Ungh!” I moaned and almost came as it slid out of my butthole.

“Go get changed,” she said.

I went to my locker and put my ‘regular’ clothes back on. I put my new practice outfit in my bag. It definitely needed to be washed tonight when I got home.

Debbie came over to me when I was done dressing.

“What did SHE want?” she asked.

I guess she was a little confused at why I was so close to Ms. Connor all of a sudden.

“I ... uh ... she just wanted to go over a few things about the toss. That’s all,” I lied. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“It’s all good,” she said, “I think we did good today.”

“I think so too! We’re gonna kick ass in the competition,” I replied.

“Yes!” she said and gave me a half-hearted high five.

It felt a little weird to walk without the vibrator in my butthole. We live only a few blocks from the school, so it’s a short walk home. A couple of cars honked at me along the way. That hasn’t happened to me before. I guess my new dress code was attracting some attention.

Usually, I’d take a shower as soon as I got home from practice. Then Mom and I would have dinner. Today would be different. I needed my Mom to take care of something for me as soon as I got home. My clitty throbbed, just thinking about it.

Chapter 4

I woke, still tied to my bed. The night of deep, dreamless sleep did nothing to relieve my horniness. I could feel a large wet spot under my butt. I looked over at my alarm clock and guessed that my daughter was up and getting ready for school. I moaned thinking about her walking around school in her humiliating little outfit.

After a while of humping the air, trying to get some friction on my horny clit, Miss came into my room. She was dressed and ready for school. She rubbed my cunny while she gave me instructions for my day. She decided to leave me tied and left the keys to the cuffs on my night table. Ms. Jansen would release me when she arrived.

I begged her to untie me, promising over and over not to masturbate. She just ignored me and reminded me about getting my hair, nails and make-up done. She told me to wear the red dress and heels and giggled when she told me that my chastity belt would show.

She flogged my titties and pussy until I was on the edge of cumming. I arched my back and pushed my cunny up and open to meet the flogger. I needed to cum so badly that I’d take whatever punishment Miss decided to give me.

When I was just about to cum, she dropped the flogger next to me on the bed and left my room. I watched her nearly naked butt wiggle out the door. I heard her walk down the stairs and close the front door behind her as she left for school.

I had about an hour and a half to wait, tied to my bed, until Ms. Jansen was supposed to arrive. I tried to get back to sleep but failed. I tried to think ‘normal’ thoughts, but my mind kept returning to my daughter being humiliated all day in school. My clit throbbed and the wet spot under my butt grew.

Thankfully, Ms. Jansen arrived on time. Besides my desperate need to cum, I really needed to pee.

“Honey! I’m home!” I heard her call from the living room.

“I ... I’m upstairs!” I called down, “I’m ... I’m tied up.”

She didn’t answer. After a few minutes, I heard her coming up the stairs.

“Well, what have we here?” she said when she entered my room.

Ms. Jansen was a plain looking lady. Tall and thin. She wore jeans and a blue tank top. Her braless nipples were tenting the fabric.

“Hi!” I said, trying to sound like it was perfectly normal for me to greet guests while tied naked to my bed, “I’m Mrs ... uh ... I’m Suzy. You must be Ms. Jansen. Nice to meet you.”

“I can see where Tissues gets her big clit from.”

“I ... I really need to use the bathroom. I think the key is on the night table. Then I can make you some coffee.”

“Oh! Somebody left me a toy,” she said, picking up the flogger.

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!!

She used the flogger from my tits to my knees. I moaned loudly each time the flogger struck my horny clit.

When she was done, she dropped the flogger and released me without a word.

“May I go to the bathroom, please, Ms. Jansen?” I asked, rubbing my wrists.

“Go and be quick about it,” she replied.

I headed to the bathroom, but I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to go inside with Ms. Jansen here. So, I grabbed a towel and headed out back. I peed, hosed off and dried myself quickly while avoiding the temptation to make myself cum.

When I came in, Ms. Jansen was sitting at the kitchen table.

“Coffee sounds wonderful,” she said, “and get yourself something to eat. You need your strength.”

I got the coffee going and made myself a bowl of cereal with milk. She sat silently and watched me until I served her coffee. It still felt strange to be naked in my kitchen, especially in front of a fully dressed stranger.

“So ... Tissues is in chare here, yes?” she asked.

I blushed and replied, “Yes, Ms. Jansen.”

“Do you know why I’m here?”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” my blush deepened, and I looked down, “Miss wants me to have a chastity belt.”

“Ooooo ... No cumming for you!?”

“No, Ms. Jansen, I’m not allowed.”

“Well, I brought a couple of different styles for you to try.”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen, thank you.”

“Oh! And I’ll be taking you to the salon today when we’re done. Ms. Connor has a special place for you. They’ll do your hair, nails and make-up.”

“Thank you, Ms. Jansen, that sounds nice. I want to please my daughter.”

“I bet you’ve been ‘pleasing’ her quite a lot, lately.”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen, I hope I have been.”

We finished our coffee and I cleaned up. When I was done, Ms. Jansen got up and headed into the living room. I followed her, dreading being locked into a chastity belt. As much as I wanted to please my daughter, I felt that I needed to be able to make myself cum even if it meant harsh punishment.

She pulled a tape measurer out of her bag and said, “Let me take some measurements first.”

She took a bunch of measurements with me standing, jotting the numbers down in a notebook. Then she had me lie down on the sofa with my hips up on the arm and my legs spread wide. My cunny was sticking up in the air. I was totally exposed to her. I realized that more people had seen my cunny in the last few days than had seen it in my whole life.

She measured my thick cunny lips and the distance between my cunny and butt hole. She measured the length and thickness of my clit, too. Then she started to massage it.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned.

“Careful,” she said, “I need to measure it when it’s fully swollen. Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

It didn’t take long. Part of me wanted to let her get me off, but I resisted.

“Now!” I said.

“Wow! Nice,” she said as she measured my fully engorged clit, “not nearly as big as Tissues’ massive clitty, though.”

When she was done, she swung my legs over so I could sit on the sofa properly.

“Let’s take a little break,” she said and started unbuttoning her jeans.

She kicked off her shoes and pulled her jeans off. She kept her top on, so she was just naked from the waist down. I knew what this break of hers would entail. I licked my lips in anticipation. I was starting to like licking cunnies now.

Ms. Jansen laid with her back against the arm of the sofa and one leg over the back.

I looked down at her cute, bald little cunny for a moment before diving in. I didn’t wait to be told. I licked up and down her slit but avoided her clit. I wanted to tease her a little. I pushed her legs back which pushed her hips up, exposing her pink butthole. I stiffened my tongue and licked the center of the pucker and worked my tongue inside. I moved in and out and she moaned deeply. Then, I slowly licked back up her slit and flicked her little clit with my tongue.

She grabbed me by the hair with both hands and pulled me roughly into her. I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked and sucked it at the same time. She rocked her hips and humped my face. I did my best to keep her clit in my mouth.

When I wiggled a finger into her butthole she exploded. She had multiple orgasms and her juices soaked my face.

“Yes! Yes! Suck my clit and finger fuck my asshole! Harder! HARDER!” she screamed.

I shoved a second finger in and fucked her hard and fast. I was afraid that I was hurting her, but she just kept cumming. I wondered if there was a camera recording me. The thought caused a lightning bolt to hit my clit. I wanted Ms. Connor and my daughter to see how good I was doing.

The waves of her orgasms slowed and then stopped. She let go of my head and laid back on the arm of the sofa breathing heavily while I gently licked her cunny and butthole clean.

“Mmmmm...” she moaned, “that was great. Too bad I can’t return the favor ... today anyway.”

It seemed that the longer I was denied release and the hornier I got made me want to please whoever was in charge even more. I was happy that she enjoyed it and even proud of myself. Maybe I’d get to lick more cunny at Ms. Connor’s special salon!

Ms. Jansen rested on the sofa for a while. When she was ready, she got up and put her jeans and shoes back on.

“Back to work,” she said.

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” I replied and stood. I was a little less reluctant about trying on the chastity belts now. Maybe it won’t be so bad. It seemed I was losing control of my life more and more every minute. It was getting very easy having all my decisions made for me. A chastity belt would take away the decision to disobey and cum without permission.

She unzipped a large duffle bag and rummaged around until she pulled out the first chastity belt for me to try. It was made of leather and had silver studs around the edges. It was kind of wide where it covered the cunny and I thought I’d have trouble closing my legs while wearing it.

She buckled it on, and my clit quivered when I heard her close the lock on the buckle, which was in the back. I felt my cunny touching the leather of the belt and thought that I’d be able to masturbate with it on.

Ms. Jansen stepped back to see how it looked. She had me turn around so she could see it from the back. Then she tried to work her fingers around the belt to try to touch my cunny.

“I ... I can feel the belt on my clit,” I admitted to her, “I’m sure I could make myself cum with this one on.”

“I think you’re right,” she replied as she unlocked the belt, “that won’t do.”

The next one was similar, studded leather, but it had padding around the part that covered the cunny. When she locked it on, the padding prevented the belt from touching my clit.

Again, she stepped back and had me model the belt for her. She was able to work a finger under the belt and I moaned when her finger flicked over my swollen clit.

“No, no, no,” she said and unlocked it.

The next one was all metal, with padding. The sight of all the shiny metal made to keep me from masturbating sent a shock wave from my nipples to my clit. I was getting very horny over the thought of a massive device being locked on my body because I was too much of a horny mess to control myself. The thought of the massive device showing through my clothes in public had me dripping wet.

She locked it on and again she found a reason why it wasn’t going to work. Then she took it off and grabbed another.

This one had a plug that went up my butt when she locked it on. I almost came before she even had it locked on.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” I told her.

“Well, that won’t work,” she said and pulled the belt off, “I guess we can eliminate any of these that have plugs or vibrators permanently installed.”

She got the next one out of the bag and said, “This one has the option to slide dildoes or vibrators in your pussy and asshole through holes in the outside.”

She locked the massive, shinny metal chastity belt in place. The holes for vibrators were locked closed. I thought this one would work well. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get a finger under the belt, and Miss would be able to tease me with vibrators without taking the belt off.

But Ms. Jansen didn’t agree. I was disappointed. I really wanted a chastity belt now. The metal ones made me tingle.

“I only have one more to try, but it’s in my car,” she said, “I was hoping one of these would work. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she stepped out of the door, I started to examine all the belts we were trying. I rubbed my cunny with one hand as I felt the leather and metal of the belts with the other. I really wanted the one with the trap doors for vibrators. I thought about Miss and Ms. Connor teasing me by sliding vibrators in and out of my cunny and butt hole, then locking me up just before I was able to cum.

“Wow! You really can’t be trusted, can you?” Ms. Jansen said. She came in the door without me seeing and caught me masturbating.

“I ... I’m sorry ... I did ... I didn’t cum! I promise!” I stuttered in response.

“Get your hands off your pussy!” she yelled.

“Oh!” I gasped realizing that I was still masturbating. I pulled my hand away and stood there like a scolded child.

She dropped a suitcase she was carrying and opened it. I couldn’t see inside from where I was standing. She pulled a shinny metal chastity belt out. It looked very similar to the last one I had on.

“This one has a lot of nice features. It can stay on for a very long time, since it has this door here that can open. It will allow you to pee, poop and wash without having to take it off. We can also use it to tease your pussy and asshole. It also has fixtures inside that dildoes can be attached to. The padding on the inside will mold to your body shape when it’s put on properly. That will help keep your fingers off your horny pussy.” She pointed out all the features as she explained. She then showed me some of the dildoes and vibrators she had in the case that could be attached.

“I ... I don’t think you should attach anything. I don’t want to cum without permission,” I said.

“I’ll just attach this vibrating pad. It has a remote so I can control it. It will sit low, off your pussy when it’s turned off, but rise up to vibrate your clit and pussy when I turn it on,” she said and demonstrated how the vibrator worked.

“Mmmmm...” I moaned thinking about Miss controlling the vibrator out in public places. My horny cunny drooled.

The belt had a lot of knobs that could be used to adjust the fit around the waist and crotch area. It took some time for her to help me get it on and adjust it. There was large padlock in the front. She was right. I couldn’t feel the vibrator at all. There was absolutely no contact with my cunny. Until she turned it on, that is. When she pushed a button on the remote, the vibrating pad rose up and made contact with my cunny and clit.

“Oooooo ... mmmm...” I moaned and humped my hips.

She turned it off after a few seconds. She checked around and was unable to squeeze a finger under the belt.

“I think this one is good,” I said, trying to be helpful, “Miss will love the remote vibrator thingy.”

“Oh, there’s more,” she replied and went back to the case.

She came back with a metal bra. It had similar padding on the inside edges of the two cups which were basically just like two round metal bowls connected by a small chain. There were also chains for around the back and over the shoulders. She helped me into it and locked it in place. She was able to slide a finger under the cups but couldn’t get it anywhere near my nipples. The bra attached to the waist band of the belt in front and back with chains.

“Oh!” I said, “I won’t even be able to touch my titties with this one!”

I was sold. With this on, I would be walking around a total horny mess and not be able to do anything about it!

She went back to the case again. I wondered what else could possibly be in there. She pulled out two metal bands.

“These go on your thighs. They can be locked together, so you won’t be able to spread your legs. That will make it even harder for you to slide a finger under the belt,” she explained.

She put the bands around my thighs and locked them in place. They attached to the belt with chains. Each band was held in place by four chains. One in front, one in back, one on the inside, and one on the outside of each thigh. She connected the bands together and I couldn’t spread my legs at all. My thighs were tight against the belt, preventing any access to my cunny.

Ms. Jansen helped me try to walk, but with my thighs attached, I could only go a few inches with each step. She didn’t want me to fall over, so she disconnected the bands.

“One more thing,” she said as she pulled another band out of the case.

This one was a shiny metal collar which she put around my neck. The collar attached to the bra cups with two chains in the front and one in the back. It even had a place to attach a leash. She attached the leash and walked me upstairs to look in my full-length mirror.

“Wow!” I said, “It looks like a slutty suit of armor.”

“You look delicious!” she said, “and you’re completely covered so you can wear that out with no clothes on!”

I loved it. I hoped that she’d let me keep it. Miss would absolutely adore it. I actually hoped that she’d take me out in public wearing just the chastity suit.

“Please ... please can I keep it?” I asked.

“This one belongs to someone else, so you can’t keep it,” she replied, “Besides, if Ms. Connor wants you to have one like this, we will have to have one custom made so that all the attachments fit correctly in your pussy and asshole.”

“Please ask her to have one made for me. I’ll pay for it. Whatever it costs.”

“I’ll ask her. At least I have all your measurements taken down.”

“Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

She wanted to see what it looked like with one of my dresses on. I grabbed the red one that Miss picked out for the day and slipped the red heels on too. The collar and thigh bands were completely outside the dress. Most of the chains and part of the metal cups were exposed too. The bulky belt was quite obvious under the tight-fitting dress.

“Perfect!” she said.

I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. There was no denying that I had a bulky chastity suit on under my dress. I loved it!

“Yes ... Perfect!” I said. It would be so humiliating to go out dressed like this. But I was starting to realize that I needed the humiliation.

She unlocked all the locks and helped me out of the chastity suit. She had me wash the vibrator and crotch of the belt to get all my cunny cream off. Then she locked it all back up in its case.

“Looks like Tissues will have to wait to lock you up,” Ms. Jansen said.

“Maybe I can use one of the others for the time being?” I asked.

“No! I don’t like them. If she has to wait, she has to wait. Now, I need your tongue in my pussy again before we go.”

She pulled her jeans off again and had me lay down on the bed. She crawled over me and pushed her cunny down over my face. I didn’t wait for instructions and started to service her cunny and butthole. She leaned over and toyed with my swollen clit. In no time, I felt her cum squirt into my face and she stopped playing with me before I was able to cum.

She flogged me again to make sure my skin ‘had a nice color’ for the salon treatment.

“Get dressed, you don’t need to wash,” she said as she pulled her jeans back on.

I slipped the dress and shoes back on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a total slut. Perfect!

She had me carry the duffle bag full of belts and the case for the chastity suit out to her car. I waved to my neighbor who was out watering down his driveway. He just stared at me, open-mouthed and gave a slow wave back.

We got in Ms. Jansen’s car and headed to the salon.

Ms. Jansen filled me in a bit about Miss’ time in her shop. It made me really horny to hear about how she was made to have a strong squirt cum, so Ms. Jansen could measure how far she squirted. I told her that I was learning about my daughter’s body and that I could probably make her squirt-cum even farther.

“We have to make a quick stop at my shop. We won’t be long,” she said as she pulled into a parking lot.

She had me come into the shop with her. There was a middle-aged man behind the counter.

“Hi, honey!” the man said, “this must be Suzy.”

“Hi,” Ms. Jansen replied, “yes, obviously. Suzy, this is my husband. Mr. Jansen to you.”

“Hello Mr. Jansen, it’s nice to meet you,” I said extending my hand.

He came around the counter and took my hand.

“Wow, she looks really slutty,” he said as if I wasn’t standing right there.

“Just for you, dear,” Ms. Jansen said sarcastically.

“You’ll watch the counter for a minute?” he asked and pulled me by the hand toward the back of the shop.

“Of course,” she replied, then to me, “suck his dick in the back room.”

“What? Me?” I said.

“You don’t think I’m going to suck it, do you?” she replied, “now go ahead and make it quick. I don’t want to be late for your appointment.”

I followed Mr. Jansen into the back room of the shop. He pulled his pants down and sat on a chair. I was still a little dazed by the quick turn of events and I just stood there.

“You heard her,” he said and pointed down to his half-hard dick.

It had been years since I gave a blowjob. The thought had my clit throbbing, though. Did he expect me to let him shoot in my mouth? I never allowed any man to do that before. I decided that I’d better get busy and give the best blowjob I could. I’d let him shoot in my mouth and swallow it to please Ms. Jansen.

I wanted to make it good for Mr. Jansen, so I pulled my dress up over my head and off. I thought if he saw me naked, he’d get off quicker and harder. I could feel my juices running down my thighs as I walked over to him.

I took his hands and pulled on up to my tittie and the other down between my legs. I let him feel me and saw his dick getting harder. I reached down and started to stroke it. I felt it getting harder in my hand. I ran my finger over the tip and felt some cream leaking out.

I felt myself getting close to an orgasm, so I knelt down between his legs causing him to stop feeling me up. I licked the tip of his cock. I’d almost forgotten what a man’s juices tasted like. I remembered not liking it at all in the past, but something changed in me over the last few days. I licked it up like it was a gourmet cream puff.

I licked up and down the shaft a few times before taking the head into my mouth. I sucked gently and licked the underside. I moved my head up and down, each time taking more of his dick in my mouth.

Mr. Jansen moaned, grabbed my by the back of my head and forced my head down so his entire dick was in my mouth. Thank goodness it wasn’t that big, maybe six inches or so. Any bigger and I’m sure I would have gagged on it. I sucked his dick up and down, running my tongue along the underside as I did.

It didn’t take long before he shot into my mouth. It must have been a while since he had an orgasm because he several thick wads in my mouth before his orgasm subsided. I swallowed as much as I could, but most of his cum leaked out. It ran down my chin and onto my chest.

“Mmmmmm ... he moaned and took a deep breath, “that was a good one.”

“Oh! Uh ... Thank you,” I replied.

“No! Thank YOU!”

I looked around for something to wipe his cum off with but didn’t see anything.

“Tell her I’ll be out in a minute,” he said.

He was done with me, so I carefully put my dress back on, trying not to get cum on it. I walked back out into the shop. Ms. Jansen was helping a customer and I told her that Mr. Jansen would be out in a minute, like he asked.

“That was quick,” she said, “I bet he shot quite a load. It’s been a couple of weeks for him.”

“Y ... Yes,” I said, surprised at how she was talking in front of the young man she was helping.

“Do you want a blowjob?” she asked the man, “Suzy is here and all ready to go.”

“No, I don’t want a blowjob,” the man answered, “said no man ever!”

Knowing that I had no choice and wanting to please Ms. Jansen, I walked the young man into the back room. When Mr. Jansen saw us, he quickly pulled up his pants and went out front.

I pulled my dress off again and waited for the man to undress and sit down.

After a moment, he shrugged his shoulders and said, “Well?”

I realized that he expected me to undress him. I undid his pants and pulled them down with his underwear. His dick was soft, but it was much larger than Mr. Jansen’s.

He didn’t sit, so I just dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. It grew as I sucked it in and out. I started to gag when it got fully erect. I guessed that his dick was about nine inches and thick. I could only get about six inches in my mouth without gagging. But he wasn’t satisfied with that.

He grabbed me by the hair on both sides of my head and forced his dick all the way in. I gagged on it as it slipped down my throat, but the man just pumped his dick in and out. I felt drool leaking out of my mouth and down my chest as I tried my best to pleasure him. I nearly choked when he shot down my throat. Again, most of the cum ran out of my mouth.

When he was done cumming, he pushed my head away, pulled his pants up and left me there naked in the back room. I took a minute to compose myself. I had two loads of man cum running down my chin and chest. I noticed an open door to a bathroom and went in to clean up a bit. I got most of the cum off me but ran out of paper towels before I could get it all. When I was done, I put my dress back on and went back out into the shop.

The young man was gone. I noticed a TV behind the counter and saw an image of the back room on it. They were watching and probably recorded everything. More blackmail material, I assumed. Not that it mattered. I enjoyed sucking those two dicks. What was happening to me?

“OK, let’s go,” Ms. Jansen said and headed out of the shop.

I said goodbye to Mr. Jansen who thanked me again as I walked out.

“Come back any time,” he said.

We got back into Ms. Jansen’s car, and she made me take my dress off. I sat in the passenger seat naked except for my heels. I was sure that people in SUVs and trucks could see my tits and maybe even more. I hoped my leaking cunny wasn’t making a stain on Ms. Jansen’s car seat.

She pulled into the drive through of a fast-food restaurant and ordered us both some lunch. The teenage boy at the window saw me there naked and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He could barely talk. He kept asking us if we wanted extra ketchup or whatever. It was obvious that he wanted to keep the naked lady in his sights for as long as possible.

We finally got our food and Ms. Jansen pulled away. We ate in the car as she drove the rest of the way to the salon.

Chapter 5

We ate our food as we drove. Ms. Jansen wasn’t talking, so I thought it best to just quietly sit and eat. Naked.

She drove into the parking lot of a very exclusive luxury spa/resort. I’d driven by it many times in the past and just dreamed about all the pampering I could get inside. I got excited about my appointment, but worried about how I might afford such lavish treatment.

“Is this where I’m getting my make-over?” I asked nervously.

“Yes. And don’t worry. Ms. Connor has arranged everything. You don’t have to pay for it,” Ms. Jansen replied.

“Wow! How...?” I started to ask.

“Listen, Ms. Connor has a lot of resources. She’s very politically connected through her family, and she does a lot of favors for a lot of people. I suggest you just go with the flow and don’t ask any questions. Just put your dress back on.”

“Oh!” I said, forgetting momentarily that I was sitting there naked.

I pulled my dress on as best as I could while sitting in the car seat. While I was struggling with the dress, Ms. Jansen pulled up to the spa’s valet parking. I wasn’t quite able to pull it down over my butt and cunny when the car stopped, and my door suddenly opened.

The young lady who opened my door was dressed in a doorman’s suit. She was young and beautiful.

“Welcome! I hope you enjoy ... Oh!” she stopped her welcome speech when she noticed my naked cunny.

I heard Ms. Jansen’s words in my head, ‘just go with the flow,’ and took the girls offered hand. I swung my right leg out of the car, giving her a perfect view of my bald cunny, spread wide with my swollen clit on top, saying, “I’m sure I will, thank you!” My hair was still a mess from my ordeal at the tailor shop. I must have been quite a sight.

I got out of the car with my dress bunched up, naked form the waist down. Then I leaned in to grab the trash from our fast-food binge. Ms. Jansen was helped out of her seat by a second beautiful young door-girl. She stopped to watch me. I could feel all of their eyes on my naked butt and cunny as I bent over with my legs spread. I could feel juices running down my thighs and knew they could all see how horny I was.

Once I was done, I stood there with my hands full of trash and my butt and cunny in full view.

“Uh...” one of the door-girls said, “can we help you with that?”

“Y ... Yes ... let me take that for you,” said the other.

They grabbed the bags and empty cups from my hands and just stood there staring.

I waited a few moments before I ‘suddenly realized’ that I was flashing the world.

“Oh! Goodness! I’m naked right here in the street!” I said, pulling my dress down.

The door-girls dumped the trash in a container and held the doors open for us. We entered to a lush lobby and Ms. Jansen guided me past the reception desk and toward the ‘VIP’ desk. Another beautiful young lady greeted us there.

“Welcome back, Ms. Jansen,” she said, “I’ll escort you to your suite.”

The girl stood to escort us, but we were interrupted by some ruckus at the front desk.

We turned to see a thin lady who looked to be in her mid-50s with short grey hair arguing with the receptionist. She was wearing a pink, checkered house dress that was knee length and buttoned up the front. Her knee-high stocking tops were visible around her calves. She clutched her black pocketbook as if someone was going to run by and snatch it from her.

“I won a free day at my bingo game! I’m not going to pay extra for anything! You have to honor my coupon! I took a taxi all the way here and I’m getting what I’m entitled to,” the lady ranted.

The young receptionist was just trying to calm the lady down and picked up the phone to get a manager.

Ms. Jansen said, “wait here a minute,” and headed over to the front desk.

The lady continued to rant, “You people are trying to rip me off! I’m going to call the better business bureau! You can’t make me leave!”

Ms. Jansen arrived at the desk and asked what was happening. The woman continued ranting, until Ms. Jansen was finally able to calm her down long enough to ask the receptionist what was going on. The girl explained that the woman had a gift card that wasn’t valid for the service she requested.

“Let me take care of this,” Ms. Jansen said.

“Of course, Ms. Jansen,” the girl replied.

Apparently, Ms. Jansen was an important person here, I thought. She must be right about Ms. Connor’s connections.

“What’s your name, Dear,” she asked the woman.

“Fran,” she replied and started ranting again, “and these people are lying! I won a free day at my bingo game! I have the coupon right here! I paid for a taxi ride all the way here and I’m not gonna...”

Ms. Jansen grabbed Fran by the elbow and shook her a bit to calm her down.

“Now, Fran, please come with me. I’ll make sure everything is taken care of. Your coupon will be honored,” Ms. Jansen said, then turned to the receptionist, winking, “Fran is now my guest, please take her coupon.”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” the girl said and took Fran’s coupon.

Ms. Jansen led Fran her over to where we were waiting. She motioned the VIP desk girl to get moving. The bewildered girl hesitated a moment, then shook her head and started walking to the suite.

We headed toward the rear of the building and arrived at a set of double doors. Ms. Jansen entered a code into the keypad, and we entered the suite.

“Is everything in order, Ms. Jansen?” the girl asked.

“Yes, you can go,” Ms. Jansen replied, and the girl left, closing the doors behind her.

We were in a lavishly decorated living room that had several doors, which were all closed. There was also a sliding glass door that led out to a patio and grassy area. Fran stood at the door, still clutching her pocketbook, and looked around as if she’d never been in place like this before. I guessed that she probably never had.

“Fran, grab a seat and watch TV if you want. We’ll start with Suzy, here.”

Fran ranted in response, “Oh no! I’m not waiting! I had an appointment! You have to take me first! This is ridiculous! I don’t have all day to...”

Fran stopped her ranting suddenly when Ms. Jansen smacked her across the face. She just stood there with her mouth open and a hand on her injured cheek.

“Shut the FUCK up!” Ms. Jansen said and sighed loudly.

Fran came to her senses and tried to leave the room, but found the door locked. She turned back to face us. I thought it best to stay out of it and stood silently.

“Wha ... what’s going on?” she asked.

“I tell you what,” Ms. Jansen said, “Let’s have a little contest. You and Suzy will compete against each other to see who goes first. Let’s go outside.”

I didn’t like the sound of this and said, “It’s OK, Ms. Jansen. Fran can go first. I don’t have anything else to do today until Tissues gets home from school.”

Fran didn’t like the sound of it either, apparently taken down a peg or two by Ms. Jansen’s slap. “No, no, no. I’m sorry. You go first,” she said.

“Seems like we’re still undecided,” Ms. Jansen said, “outside!”

She went to the sliding glass doors and entered a code. She slid the door open and motioned me and Fran to go out. Once we were all outside, Ms. Jansen closed the door and walked over to the grassy area.

The cement patio was a square about 20 feet by 20 feet. There were lounge chairs, a massage table, and fire pit among the furnishings. The grassy area beyond was about the same size. The area was fenced in and private.

“Here’s the rules,” Ms. Jansen said, “first one to cum loses.”

My clit throbbed and juices ran down my leg.

Fran had a puzzled look on her face and said, “What do you mean come?”

“Cum ... have an orgasm.” Ms. Jansen replied.

“Oh, no!” ranting Fran returned, “I’m not that kind of girl! I was never married! I never did anything like that! You have to let me out of here! What kind of sick people are you?”

She tried the sliding glass door only to find it locked. Ms. Jansen grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back away from the door.

“Do you mean to tell me that you never had an orgasm?” She asked.

Fran replied, “No! Of course not! I told you I was never married!”

“You never masturbated?”

“Oh God, no! Never! That would be a sin! I would never do such a disgusting thing!”

Fran calmed down a little and stood breathing heavy.

I injected, “Ms. Jansen, I’m sure you remember. I ... I’m not allowed to cum.” I could feel my nipples and clit swelling.

“Then you better win,” she replied, “That’s the rule. It seems you both have good reasons to win, other than going first. Now get on the grass and get started.

I knew by now that there was no point arguing. I had to do what I was told. I had to try my best to make this lady, who was old enough to be my mother, cum. Aside from everything else, they had videos of me having sex with underage boys and girls. My daughter was under their control. I kicked my heels off and walked to the center of the grassy area. I was never much of an athlete or fighter, but I would do my best.

Fran wasn’t convinced, yet and ranted, “This is disgusting! I won’t do it! I refuse! Let me out of here! She’s a girl! You’re nothing but disgusting lesbians! Help! Help!”

Ms. Jansen grabbed Fran by her elbows and shook her until she shut up, then said, “You will do what you’re told, or I’ll do more than slap you. If you think this is disgusting, it’s nothing compared to what will happen to you if you don’t.”

She dragged Fran to where I was standing on the grass and continued, “Now, you better fight back, or Suzy will strip you naked and make you orgasm right here in front of me.”

“Oh!” was the only response Fran could offer, once she realized that she was trapped.

Ms. Jansen stepped back onto the patio and said, “Go!”

Fran stood motionless, not knowing what to do. I charged in and grabbed her by the shoulders trying to wrestle her to the ground. She snapped to attention and responded by grabbing my shoulders and we circled each other. Her granny shoes slipped off her feet in the struggle. I could feel my dress creeping up my thighs.

I was at a disadvantage, realizing that all I had on was my dress, while Fran was fully clothed. My cunny was already coming into view. I knew I had to concentrate on stripping her first. I had to get her panties off, at least. I’d have to wrestle with her for a while to tire her out.

Eventually, my dress was up around my waist. Fran noticed my naked cunny and reached a hand down to cup it. She awkwardly tried to get me off.

“Ugh! It’s wet!” Fran said.

Going right in for my cunny was a mistake. Once she let go of my shoulder with one of her hands, I was able to wrestle her to the ground. I got her on her back and straddled her hips. I tried unbuttoning her dress, but with her struggling under me, I couldn’t do it. So, I grabbed the dress by the collar and tore it open. The first four or five buttons gave way and Fran’s granny bra was exposed.

“No!” she screamed and reached up to grab the top of my dress. She pulled down and the shoulder straps gave way. My tits bounced into full view. My long, thick nipples happy to be free of the dress, swelled even more.

“Woohoo!” Ms. Jansen yelled, “Strip her!”

I wasn’t sure who she was rooting for, since we were both being stripped. I swung around facing her feet so that my knees were on either side of Fran’s chest and tore the rest of her buttons. What greeted me were the biggest, baggiest powder blue bloomers I’d ever seen. The sight just made me start laughing and I rolled over onto the grass.

Ms. Jansen was laughing too, “Oh my God! Do people actually wear panties like that?”

Fran took the opportunity to try to get back to her feet. I reached over to grab the back of her dress and pulled it all the way off as she stood. I had her down to her bra and panties. And those silly knee-high stockings. She looked ridiculous in her mismatched underwear: white bra, powder blue bloomers, and nude knee-highs. The bra looked like one of those you see in an old lingerie catalog.

Pulling her dress off made Fran stumble and fall face down on the grass. I pounced onto her back with what was left of my dress wrapped around my waist. In effect, I was naked. I was able to unhook the back of her bra but couldn’t do much else in that position. I reached back and slapped Fran’s butt over her bloomers.

“Slap that ass!” Ms. Jansen cheered.

I twisted my body so I could slap her butt harder, but that allowed Fran wiggle around and turn over while still under me. She reached up and roughly grabbed my tits and squeezed.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed in pain at the same time a jolt went from my nipples to my swollen clit.

I gave up spanking and was able to get Fran’s hands off my tits long enough to pull her bra off. Fran had B-cup tits with dark, silver dollar size areola. Her nipples stood up long and thick much like my own. I grabbed her nipples and twisted. She screamed and did the same to me. We remained in that position, screaming and twisting nipples, for a minute before I felt Ms. Jansen push me off Fran.

“Break the hold! Break the hold!” she said.

I stood and pulled the tatters of my dress off. Fran, on the other hand, ran to grab her bra and tried to put it back on. That was her second mistake. I ran and pushed her hard, she rolled onto the grass and dropped her bra. She was on her back and I grabbed her bloomers by the leg bands and pulled. She grabbed the waist band with both hands.

“NO!” She screamed, “Don’t strip me naked!”

The material of her bloomers was thick and tough. It wouldn’t rip and Fran’s grip wasn’t letting go. It was a standstill and I thought Ms. Jansen would make us break the hold again, so I switched tactics. I let go of the bloomers pushed her legs back, bending her like a pretzel. I then stepped over her legs so my butt was on the backs of her knees as her legs were forced downward. This squeezed her belly and made it hard for her to breathe. Her panty covered butt was now wide open and I slapped it hard.

I noticed a large wet spot in the crotch of her bloomers. This was making her as horny as it was making me.

“Remember the rule!” Ms. Jansen yelled, “make her cum!”

I felt Fran’s hands on my cunny and her fingers were going in.

“Mmmmmm...” I moaned.

I realized that even though I was punishing Fran’s ass, I would lose the match if she made me cum. I let her finger me for a moment. My desire to cum almost took over my desire to obey my daughter. I was right on the edge when the desire to obey won out. I grabbed the waist band of Fran’s bloomers with both hand and pulled and I stepped back. Fran stopped fingering me, but she was in no position to stop me as I worked the bloomers down to her knees.

Fran’s cunny had thin, brown and grey hairs that did little to hide her dark cunny lips. They were swollen and thick with a lifetime of horniness built up. I reached up and slid my thumb up her tight, virgin cunny.

I felt her stop struggling and a loud moan escaped her lips, “Ahhhhhhh ... Mmmmmm...”

Sensing victory, I fucked her with my thumb. I leaned back and squatted to get more leverage. This was my first mistake.

“Lick it!” Ms. Jansen yelled, “Lick her pussy and make her cum!”

Fran snapped to attention. I felt her grab my legs and pull her head up. Her tongue met my clit, sending a lightning bolt through my body. I fell backward but had the wherewithal to grab the bloomers. I pulled them down her legs and completely off as I fell back onto the grass behind Fran’s head.

I recovered quickly as Fran lay panting on her back.

“What’s happening? What’s happening?” Fran repeated as she panted for breath.

I got on my hands and knees and crawled over her until my knees straddled her head. Her horny, angry looking cunny was in front of my face. I leaned down and sucked her clit into my mouth.

“AAAhhhhh...” She screamed and started moaning.

“Lick her, Fran!” Ms. Jansen yelled, “Lick her back!”

Somehow, Fran regained her senses and started licking my cunny. I knew that I needed to end this now and licked and sucked her, trying to give her the first orgasm of her life!

“Stick your finger in her asshole!” Ms. Jansen shouted.

I kept licking, thinking that Fran would never do such a thing. But I was wrong. I felt a finger slide up my asshole. That was too much for me.

“Oh! God! I’m cumming!” I yelled.

At the same time, Fran shouted, “Something’s happening! Ahhhhhhh!”

I ground my clit down onto Fran’s mouth and came all over her face. I didn’t stop licking and felt Fran’s cunny spasm around my tongue. We came at the same time!

Fran swung her legs up and around my head, squeezing me down hard onto her cunny as she came.

When the waves of orgasm subsided, I rolled off Fran and we both lay there on our backs breathing heavily.

“It’s a tie!” Ms. Jansen shouted and clapped her hands.

“I ... I’m sorry ... I tried...” I stammered, apologizing for cumming without permission.

“I’ll let Tissues deal with you for that,” Ms. Jansen said, “but how will we break the tie?”

Fran just laid on the grass panting, “W ... what was that? ... W ... what happened?...”

My hard orgasm did nothing to satisfy my horniness. Knowing that I’d be punished by my daughter later just made it worse. My clit continued to throb, begging for attention.

Ms. Jansen stood over us in thought as Fran and I recovered from our orgasms. We both managed to push ourselves up to a sitting position.

I asked Fran, “Was that really your first orgasm? Ever!?”

“I ... I guess so ... I never ... It felt so good!” she replied, “let’s do it again!”

She crawled over and tried to get on top of me. I fell back, surprised at the older woman’s boldness. Ms. Jansen came over and started to slap the woman’s naked butt.

“Knock it off!” She yelled.

Fran rolled off me and rubbed her butt, “Ouch! That hurts!”

“That’s nothing,” I said, “didn’t you notice the strap marks on me?”

Fran looked me over open mouthed and just sat quietly.

“I know how to resolve the tie,” Ms. Jansen said, “Whoever cums first loses. But this time, you can’t use your hands or mouths.”

I knew what that meant. She wanted us to rub cunnies together like they made me do with my daughter. I thought that it wouldn’t be so bad, I already came without permission once, what more could happen?

I looked over at Fran who was smiling broadly. Apparently, she wasn’t disappointed about the chance to have the second orgasm of her life.

“I know what you’re both thinking,” Ms. Jansen continued, “cumming won’t be so bad, now. So, let’s make it a little more interesting. Hmmm ... I know! The loser has to submit her pussy to the winner for punishment! And don’t worry, we have plenty of stuff here in our special suite to punish horny pussies with.”

“Oh no! I’m not letting her punish my pisha!” Fran said, using an even more girlish name for her vagina than cunny, which is my preferred term.

Fran rolled over and tried to get her foot in contact with my cunny. She didn’t get it. I grabbed her by the ankle, worked my way to my feet and grabbed her other ankle as she tried to squirm free. I was able to work her ankles under my arms as I stood between her legs. Her cunny was wide open and soaking wet, begging for attention.

I stepped out from between her legs with my right foot and pulled her toward me as I worked my way back down to the ground. Once I was laying down, I shimmied forward and pulled Fran toward me. My clit quivered as soon as our cunnies touched. Fran finally realized what I was doing and forced her cunny into mine.

“Mmmm ... Mmmmm ... Mmmmm...” she moaned and humped me hard.

I thought about two advantages I assumed I had. One, I had experience to know when I was about to cum, so I could slow my attacks when I was on the edge. Two, my clit was much bigger. I thought I could use that to my advantage, as well. The problem was with how horny I’d been made over the last few days. It seemed I was on the edge constantly. I knew that I had to make short work of this or suffer the consequences.

I tried to adjust my position so that our clits touched. I tried to flick her smaller clit up and down with my bigger one. It seemed to work.

“Ahhhh ... Ahhhh ... Ahhhh...” she moaned and matched her humping to the rhythm I set.

I did my best to hold back. I was right on the edge and humped as hard and fast as I could without going over. Unfortunately, this strategy just kept Fran on the edge, as well. So, I changed tactic. I remembered how hard I came when Tissues’ clit entered me, so I moved my clit to the opening of Fran’s cunny and pulled her in to me hard.

“Unnnnhhhh...” she moaned as my clit entered her.

My clit isn’t nearly as large as Tissues’. I got maybe a half-inch of clit inside her tight cunny and humped. It worked!

“It’s happening again!” Fran screamed and pushed herself down on my clit, trying to get as much of it as possible into her virgin cunny.

It took all my strength to hold back from cumming again, but somehow, I managed to hold off while Fran erupted.

“Mmmmmmmm...!” she moaned as she started to cum.

I felt Ms. Jansen’s hands under my armpits as she pulled me off Fran and said, “Fran loses!”

“NO!” Fran screamed as my clit left her spasming cunny. She tried to shimmy herself toward me to regain contact, but Ms. Jansen pulled me up to my feet.

Ms. Jansen ruined her orgasm! I stood panting and stayed on the edge as I watched Fran hump the air frantically. When that failed, she shot both hands down to her cunny and tried to get her orgasm going again by herself. Her awkwardness confirmed the fact that she’d never masturbated before.

“Oh, no no no...” Ms. Jansen said, grabbing her hands.

“Please!” Fran begged, to no avail.

Ms. Jansen pulled Fran to her feet.

“Before we move on to Fran getting her ‘pisha’ punished, there’s one of us here who hasn’t gotten off yet,” Ms. Jansen said as she started to get undressed, “Fran, since you lost, you can do the honors.”

“What? I don’t know how to...” Fran started to say.

“Suzy will show you, now get busy,” Ms. Jansen said as she laid in the grass with her legs spread wide and her knees in the air.

I guided Fran down between Ms. Jansen’s legs. She started licking on her own and I guided her to lick the hole and stick her tongue in and out. Then I told her to lick the clit in circles and suck on it. Ms. Jansen was patient. I guess she was more interested in plunging Fran down to the depths of depravity than getting off herself.

I couldn’t help but reach back and stroke Fran’s cunny while I helped her lick Ms. Jansen off. I got a finger nice and wet and started poking at Fran’s asshole. She moved away at first, but when I motioned for her to do the same to Ms. Jansen, she stopped resisting.

She worked a finger up Ms. Jansen’s cunny to get it nice and wet and then slid it up her asshole. Ms. Jansen moaned in response.

“Mmmmmm ... Yes!” She moaned.

I worked my finger up Fran’s asshole. She pushed her hips back to meet my finger and started licking Ms. Jansen’s cunny faster. I was careful not to let Fran cum. I didn’t think Ms. Jansen wanted that and I didn’t want to have my cunny punished. Or did I?

Finally, Ms. Jansen grabbed Fran’s head and pulled her face hard into her cunny. She humped Fran’s face until she screamed in orgasm.

When she was done, Ms. Jansen got up off the grass and I did the same. We watched Fran sitting on the grass for a few minutes.

She was ranting again. Well, sort of. She was more just talking to herself, rather than the loud ranting she did earlier.

“What happened to me? How could I do those things? Why did it feel so good? I’m not like that. I don’t do those things. It’s so wrong. I’m not a lesbian!” she said.

Ms. Jansen got Fran to her feet and pulled her back into the suite. She opened one of the doors and we walked into a small room. What I saw, made me want to turn and run, but I didn’t. Though smaller, it looked a lot like the dungeon in the basement of Ms. Connor’s adult shop, complete with the gynecologist’s table in the center.

Fran was still a little dazed from her ruined orgasm and the weird thoughts going through her head. She allowed herself to be tied down to the table without struggling.

Ms. Jansen picked up a phone and asked whoever answered to send Michelle in, whoever that is.

“Start with her tits for now,” Ms. Jansen said.

Wow! Was I really going to get to punish Fran however I wanted? With anything hanging on the walls here. I wanted to confirm.

“C ... can I do whatever I want to her?” I asked.

“Well, you go ahead for now,” Ms. Jansen replied, “Just don’t make her cum.”

I looked around the room like a girl in a candy story with a $100 bill, not knowing what I wanted first. I noticed some feathers and grabbed two puffy ones and started tickling Fran’s perky b-cup titties. She giggled in response.

I realized that I wasn’t punishing Fran much and looked over the floggers. Ms. Jansen said that they were arranged by severity from left to right. I selected the one in the middle and swatted my hand a few times. The sound brought Fran around a bit.

“No! Please!” she begged and struggled in her bonds for the first time.

I swatted her a few times under her tits and then over them before laying into the tit flesh.

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!!

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” Fran screamed with each swat. I made sure to punish her nipples.

After a minute, a young lady entered the room. She was a beautiful brunette in her early twenties. She was unphased by seeing Fran bound and spanked.

“Yes, Ms. Jansen, what may I do for you?” she said.

“Hi Michelle. This one needs a waxing,” Ms. Jansen replied, patting Fran’s cunny. Then to me, she said, “Take a break.”

I put the flogger back on the wall. Now I knew why Ms. Jansen didn’t let me whack Fran’s cunny yet. She wanted it bald first! Michelle went right to work. Fran craned her neck trying to watch what was happening between her legs. She’d shriek here and there as hair was removed from a particularly sensitive spot.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Fran repeated as Michelle did her work.

I took the time to look over some of the pleasure and punishment implements in the room.

“Suzy here will need electrolysis at some point,” Ms. Jansen said.

“Of course, Ms. Jansen,” Michelle said, looking over at me, “she needs the hair to grow back a little first. I’ll make an appointment for her.”

A lightning bolt went from my nipples to my clit. I was going to be permanently bald! And I didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was decided for me.

Michelle was very efficient and before long, Fran was completely bald from the neck down.

Fran moaned as Ms. Jansen stroked her sensitive, newly bald cunny. Michelle gathered her things and left the room.

“Much better,” she said, “you may resume her punishment.”

“No! Please!” Fran begged.

I started with tickling and used several different feathers on her bald cunny. At first, Fran giggled and laughed, but eventually, the tickling got her hornier and hornier and she started moaning. I used two pointy feathers, one on her clit and one on her asshole, until I felt she was about to cum. Then I grabbed the least severe flogger and swatted her open cunny.

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!!

It wasn’t having much effect as Fran was still moaning in pleasure. Ms. Jansen motioned me toward a different implement. It was more of a stiff, leather paddle, but the paddle part was cut into two straps. I found out later that it’s called a tawse.

I tapped Fran’s cunny with it a few times and started to swat it harder. Eventually, Fran’s moans turned to shrieks of pain and begging for mercy. Having been in Fran’s position, I felt bad for her and stopped spanking her with the tawse. I guess being the dominant one just wasn’t for me, after all. I tried a few other items on Fran’s cunny. I put clamps on her lips and clitty and use the flogger to swat them off. Ms. Jansen enjoyed that one, laughing as the clamps flew off one at a time to Fran’s shrieks.

Ms. Jansen saw that I was slowing down, and I guess she realized that I probably preferred being the one on the table than the one doing the punishing.

“One more thing, then we’ll let Fran go,” Ms. Jansen said.

She walked me over to a rack that had belts with dildoes attached. The rack was behind Fran’s head, out of her sight. It didn’t sink in at first to me what these could possibly be for. She picked up on that had a medium sized dildo on it, maybe 7 inches or so.

“Do you want to do it or should I?” she asked me.

I had a puzzled look on my face and Ms. Jansen realized that I didn’t know what was going on.

“This is a strap on dildo,” she said, “you put it on and fuck Fran with it. You want to try?”

“Oh?” I responded, still a bit puzzled. Then it finally hit me, “Oh! Yes! I will!”

Ms. Jansen helped me get the dildo on. The belt rubbed against my cunny and clit. Once it was properly adjusted, I walked around to where Fran could see.

“Oh no! No! Please! I’m a virgin! You can’t!” she begged.

Ms. Jansen adjusted the height of the table so that I could comfortably align the head of the dildo with Fran’s cunny. She then put a little lube on the dildo and slapped me on the butt, indicating that I was ready to go.

Fran kept up her begging, but we ignored her. I got between her legs and rubbed the head of the dildo up and down along Fran’s slit. She stopped begging and panted, steeling herself to prepare for the inevitable.

I slowly pushed the dildo in about half-way, stopped and then slowly pulled it back out. Fran craned her neck to watch herself get impaled for the first time. I pushed the dildo all the way in with the second thrust and started to move in and out.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Fran repeated between moans as I quickened my pace.

The fucking motion had the belt I was wearing rubbing against my clit hard with each thrust and before long I was ready for an orgasm, myself. I made sure to keep my pace slow enough so I didn’t go over the edge.

“Is that scratching your itch?” Ms. Jansen asked and laughed.

Fran could only moan in reply. I watched as Ms. Jansen went over to the rack and strapped on a belt with a much longer and thicker dildo. She lubed it up a bit and then pushed me aside and got between Fran’s legs.

“No! It’s too big!” Fran begged again to no avail.

Ms. Jansen roughly pushed the huge dildo up Fran’s cunny all the way in in one shot.

“Ahhhhhh!” Fran screamed.

Ms. Jansen roughly pounded Fran’s cunny, that was virginal just a few moments ago, without mercy. After a few minutes, Fran’s begging and screaming changed to moaning and it looked like she was trying to meet Ms. Jansen’s thrusts with her hips.

“Here it comes again!” she screamed and had a massive orgasm on the huge dildo. This time, Ms. Jansen didn’t ruin it and continued to ram the dildo in and out until Fran’s orgasm ended.

Fran was covered in sweat and breathing heavily when Ms. Jansen pulled the dildo out. She had me bring the dildoes to the bathroom to clean them as she released Fran from the table.

She gave Fran a short, brief robe to put on and called for someone to come pick her up.

When the VIP receptionist arrived, Ms. Jansen told her to see if Fran needed any other services while I got my makeover. She told the girl to make sure Fran was still here when we were ready to leave. She also asked the girl to send the beauticians in to our suite. The girl agreed and escorted Fran out of our suite.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Ms. Jansen said when we were alone.

“Well ... Yes, I must admit...” I replied.

“OK we can finally get to do what we came here to do,”

Ms. Jansen went to one of the other doors in the suite and entered. I followed her in and found a much more normal setting. It resembled a small, lush beauty shop with two chairs. Ms. Jansen sat naked in one of the chairs.

“While we’re waiting,” she said, spreading her legs and pointing down to her wet cunny.

I knew what was expected of me and went right to work.

“Get the big strap-on,” she said.

With a dripping cunny and throbbing clit, I did what I was told.

Chapter 6

The VIP receptionist guided Fran toward one of the massage rooms. Fran was still in a daze from the orgasm she had on the huge strap-on dildo Ms. Jansen used on her virgin pisha. Thoughts were running through her head.

‘Oh my God! I’m not a virgin anymore. It felt so good! Why did I wait so long to have sex? Am I a lesbian? My pisha is so sensitive with no hair on it! I look like a little girl down there! I want more! There’s a fire in my pisha! I ... I’m so ... horny! That’s it ... Horny! God help me!”

The receptionist led Fran into a massage room. She helped Fran out of her robe and had Fran lay face down on the massage table, which was already covered with a clean towel. She then draped another towel over Fran’s naked butt.

Fran noticed that the room wasn’t nearly as lush as the suite they just left. There was one chair, the massage table, and a counter with a sink and cabinets.

“The masseur will be with you shortly, my name is Jenne – like Jenn A - if you need anything. Just dial ‘0’ on the phone and ask for me,” she said and left the room.

After a few minutes, Fran snapped out of her daze when she realized that she’d left her clothes and purse in the suite. She jumped off the table and grabbed the robe. She dialed the phone and asked for Jenne.

“My ... my things are in the other room,” she said when Jenne got on the line.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get them for you,” Jenne replied.

Ranting Fran returned, “Oh no! I need my things now! My dress is torn, and you need to fix it! I can’t go out with a torn dress! I have things in my purse that I need! You can’t steal my things! I ... I need my BLOOMERS!”

“Please, Fran, let me help you. I’ll...” Jenne started to say, but Fran hung up the phone.

She tied the robe on and left the massage room. When the door closed behind her, she wasn’t quite sure which way to go to get back to the suite. She decided that she’d better wait for Jenne to return but found the door to the room locked.

Fran waited a few minutes, but Jenne didn’t arrive. She felt extremely vulnerable in the tiny robe. She’d never been out of her house with no bloomers on! She needed to get her things and decided to try to find the suite. She took her best guess at the right direction and walked that way.

Walking around nearly naked was making her feel hornier. Only her doctor had ever seen her in this state of undress. Before today, that is. She could feel the air on her newly bald pisha. Her nipples pushed out the fabric of the robe.

She made a few rights and lefts but didn’t see anyone at all to ask directions. She heard what sounded like power tools and hammering and headed that way, hoping that someone could send her in the right direction. She found the construction zone and kept walking toward the noise. Her bare feet could feel debris on the floor as she walked.

A construction worker came around the corner carrying some broken sheetrock and wood. He stopped when he saw Fran and dropped what he was carrying. He wore heavy jeans, a black t-shirt, boots, and a hard hat.

Fran’s pisha quivered when she saw him. ‘Would he? Could I?’ she thought.

“Ma’am, you can’t be in here. Especially with no shoes,” the tall, black construction worker said.

“I ... I’m sorry ... I was just looking for my ... my friends, and...” Fran stammered as she tiptoed toward the man.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself. My name’s Jimmy. Let me help you,” he said as he came over and picked Fran up.

She wrapped her arms around his strong neck as he carried her with one arm around her back and the other under her knees. The bottom of her robe opened, and she knew that her pisha and maybe more were exposed.

Fran melted in the man’s arms. Her pisha was dripping wet as he carried her farther into the construction area. The sounds of hammers and power tools were getting louder. Jimmy rounded a corner and entered the construction area. Fran noticed four other workers there, busy with their work.

Instinctively, Fran reached around with one of her hands to cover her throbbing pisha.

They went unnoticed, at first. Then Fran noticed a tug at her robe. Jimmy noticed it, as well and stopped walking. He turned around to see the hem of the robe hung up on a nail.

“Oh!” he said, “I need to put you down here for a minute. Be careful not to tug on your robe. The walls here are unstable and you may cause it to collapse on us.”

Jimmy carefully set Fran down on her feet. The nail held the hem of Fran’s robe open and up over her waist. She was naked from the waist down. Her newly bald and very horny pisha were in full view. She resisted the temptation to tug her robe free of the nail, afraid to cause a collapse. So, she shot both her hands down to cup her nakedness, keeping her back to the wall. Her knees nearly gave way as her hands touched her sensitive pisha.

“Jimmy!” she shouted, “I’m naked!”

Her scream alerted the other workers to their presence, and they stopped working and looked over at her and Jimmy. They put their tools down and walked over, shouting at them to be careful of the unstable wall.

In a matter of seconds, she was surrounded by six hunky construction workers.

Jimmy pulled Fran away from the wall a bit and turned her around. She shot one her hands around her body to hide her butt crack from the crew.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he said, “It’s on there good. We have to take this robe off you, or we’re fucked.”

“No! Please! You can’t! I’m naked!” Fran pleaded.

Her plea was ignored, and Jimmy untied the belt of the robe. He opened it, exposing her perky tits and swollen nipples. Fran had three places to cover now and only two hands. She tried to turn her butt back to the wall and shot her arm up to cover her tits. Then picked a knee up and crossed her leg in front of her pisha, keeping her hand between her legs.

“You have to move your hands, so I can get the robe off,” Jimmy said, “Please, be still. It’s very dangerous.”

Jimmy lowered the robe from Fran’s shoulders as far as he could without Fran moving her arms. He gently grabbed the hand covering her chest and pulled it away, exposing Fran’s tits to the crew.

The workers couldn’t resist whistling and commenting on Fran’s naked tits. She felt herself blushing and her nipples swelled to meet the workers’ stares.

Jimmy slipped the robe off Fran’s arm and her hand flew back up to cover her tits. She unconsciously rubbed her pisha with the hand between her legs and felt the wetness.

“Come on,” he said, gently grabbing her wrist, “one more.”

He pulled her hand from between her legs. Fran instinctively shot the hand that was covering her tits down to cover her horny pisha. The sound of her hand slapping her wet, naked flesh left no doubt about the condition between her legs.

Jimmy pulled the robe of, leaving Fran completely naked in front of the six construction workers. One of them reached out and pulled Fran away from the wall and the workers closed in and made a tight circle around her. She tried to reach for the robe but was pulled away.

“No!” Jimmy said, “Just leave it there.”

“Please,” Fran begged, “I’m naked! I need something to wear!”

One of the other workers said, “We don’t have anything, do we?”

A chorus of ‘no’ rang out from the other workers.

Jimmy said, “You can’t go back that way naked. Come this way and let’s see if we can find you something to wear. You have to be careful though, with those bare feet. Give me your hand.”

Jimmy grabbed the hand that was covering Fran’s tits and one of the other workers grabbed her other wrist. The pulled her hands to her sides, completely exposing Fran’s nakedness to the crew.”

“Oh!” Fran said and allowed herself to be guided away, naked. She tiptoed her way through the debris on the floor of the construction site, holding the workers hands. Her nipples were dark and swollen and her clit throbbed.

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I took care of Ms. Jansen’s needs with the big strap on dildo. I had to stop several times to avoid cumming myself as the belt rubbed my horny clitty. Eventually, I found a rhythm that kept me on the edge but didn’t send me over. She had two orgasms before we were interrupted by a voice from the living room area.

“Hello! We’re here!” A young lady’s voice said.

“Come in,” Ms. Jansen replied.

Michelle and one other girl entered, and Michell said, “This is Katie, she’s a new nail technician and masseuse.”

Katie was around the same age as Michelle, blonde and beautiful. She stood quietly with her eyes pointed down to her feet.

“Hello Ms. Jansen, it’s nice to meet you. I hope my work exceeds your expectations,” the Katie said.

Ms. Jansen addressed Michelle, “Does she know the deal?”

Michelle responded, “Yes, Ms. Jansen. Katie has been briefed and is ... ready to please you.”

“Good!” Ms. Jansen said, “I believe Ms. Connor left instructions for Suzy’s make-over?”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen, she did.”

“Soooo ... what the fuck are you waiting for?”

Michelle jumped and sprang to action. She told Katie to work on my nails first while she tended to Ms. Jansen. Very quickly, Katie had my feet in a bucket of hot water and Michelle was working on Ms. Jansen’s hair.

“Michelle, don’t you think you two are a bit over dressed?” Ms. Jansen said.

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” Michelle replied and started removing her dress. She motioned for Katie to do the same.

In no time, Michelle was naked. Her C-cup titties were perfect, no sign of sag. Her pink nipples pointed up to the ceiling. Just a hint of inner lips protruded from her bald little cunny.

When Katie’s uniform dress fell to her waist, her C-cup titties came into view. I was surprised to see that they were saggy, especially for someone her age. She had large dark areola with short, dark nipples. But that wasn’t the biggest surprise. When she pushed her uniform all the way down, a leather chastity belt came into view!

I squeezed my thighs together against my clit and almost had an orgasm, but I controlled myself. I must admit that I was jealous of the girl.

“Ooooo!” Ms. Jansen squeeled, “So I see who that last order was for!”

She called the girl over and checked the fit of the belt. She was barely able to slide a fingertip under the belt but couldn’t get anywhere near the girl’s cunny.

“Fits perfectly!” she said, “how long have you had this on?”

“Four days, Ms. Jansen, except once a day for cleaning,” Katie replied.

“Wow! I bet you’re really horny.”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen. I’m very horny.”

“Well, that’s the idea, I guess,” Ms. Jansen giggled.

The girls went back to work. Michelle’s firm titties bounced a little as she worked while Katie’s swung back and forth. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and tried to enjoy my pedicure. It had been a long time since I felt so pampered. As soon as I did, a voice got my attention.

“Excuse me, Ms. Jansen. There’s something you need to see,” Jenne, the VIP receptionist said as she entered the room.

“What is it?” Ms. Jansen asked.

Jenne turned on the large-screen TV that was in the room and flipped to a channel.

“We have a section under construction,” she said, “and your guest, Fran wandered in somehow. We have this on our security cameras.”

The screen showed Fran in the middle of a circle of construction workers. She was naked! The workers were pushing her around the circle as she struggled to keep herself covered with her hands. She was getting a few slaps in the butt, too. Unfortunately, there was no sound. The camera must have been on the ceiling and off to the side, since we got a good view down into the circle.

“Are you recording this?” Ms. Jansen asked.

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” Jenne replied, “all security cameras are recorded and kept for one week.”

“Make sure this one is saved with the rest of Ms. Connor’s video. And send me Fran’s contact information. I know you’re not supposed to but do it anyway.”

“Of course, Ms. Jansen, I’ll see to it right away!” Jenne said, “Will there be anything else.”

“Yes, would you be a dear and gather our things from out on the patio?”

“Of course, Ms. Jansen,” Jenne replied and left the room.

“Well, well, well, Fran,” Ms. Jansen said, looking up at the TV, “welcome to the club!”

So much for a relaxing pedicure. My eyes were riveted to the screen while stealing glances at Michelle and Katie. My clit throbbed wondering how Katie felt having her cunny sealed away from her and watching the hunky construction workers start to undress while passing Fran around.

Jenne returned with her arm’s full of the clothes we left out on the patio. Ms. Jansen asked her to have my red dress mended and to toss all of Fran’s clothes. We all had a big laugh as Jenne held up Fran’s powder blue bloomers. Jenne asked if she should bring Fran her purse, but Ms. Jansen told her to leave it in our suite.

Having her instructions, Jenne left us.

I looked up at the TV and realized that Fran had no clothes to wear home. I knew the feeling all too well. Certainly, Ms. Jansen would come up with something humiliating for her. I watched as the construction workers’ dicks came into view. At first, Fran turned her head away as they tried to feed their dicks into her mouth. But then, she gave in and sucked dick after dick. Eventually, she was looking around open-mouthed for the next dick when one was pulled out.

My thoughts turned to Katie. I was very curious about her experience with the chastity belt, since I knew I’d be locked up myself soon.

“How is it?” I asked, “You know ... Wearing that belt? Why are you wearing it?”

Katie turned to Michelle, who said, “Go ahead, Katie. Tell her the whole story.”

“I ... I’m horny all the time,” Katie said, keeping her eyes down on her work, “I needed to cum all day long and I got caught masturbating at work ... Three times in one day. They have video of me doing it and they threated post it on the Internet. So, I agreed to be locked in this chastity belt four days ago. I haven’t been able to cum since then.”

“How is it for you? Is it helpful?” I asked.

“I guess so. I mean I haven’t gone four whole days without cumming since I masturbated for the first time when I was a girl. Not even one day. I’ve never been more horny. But I guess it’s good, since I can’t get in trouble here at work.”

“W ... when will they let you cum?”

“I don’t know. Soon I hope.”

“Make sure her polish matches her shoes,” Ms. Jansen said when Katie was ready to apply polish.

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” Katie replied.

I turned my attention back to the TV. By that time, Fran was having intercourse with the men. Well, that’s being nice. She was getting fucked. Hard. She had dicks in every hole, and they kept trading places. Fran looked to be in a continuous state of orgasm. She was loving it. I wanted to masturbate or ask Ms. Jansen if I could have Katie lick me off. My clit was throbbing.

I’d never thought about having sex with more than one man at a time. Before Friday night, I hardly thought about sex at all. Now it’s all I think about. I was jealous. I wanted to run out and find that construction site and get fucked over and over. After all, I’ve only had sex with girls and women, lately. Well, except for humping Timmy’s little dicky. I needed real, big dicks. Like the ones Fran was getting fucked by.

Katie finished my nails and explained to me how I should remove the polish and apply new colors to match my clothes without spoiling my nails. Then she switched places with Michelle. Ms. Jansen explained that my daughter wanted me to look like a slut and Michelle went to work on my hair.

“Just give me a foot massage,” Ms. Jansen said to Katie, “I don’t do my nails.”

“I’m going to dye your hair,” Michelle said, “This bleach blonde isn’t working for me. What do you think about pink?”

“No! Please, I don’t think...” I started to answer.

“Perfect!” Ms. Jansen said, “pink it is.”

One by one, the men started ejaculating. They came on Fran’s face. They came on her butt. They came on her chest. When they were all done, they got dressed and left Fran there on the floor. She was wiping cum off herself with her fingers and licking them clean.

Ms. Jansen told Michelle to call Jenne to get Fran back to her massage room and get her cleaned up. In a few minutes, we saw Michelle enter the scene on the TV. She grabbed a dazed Fran by the hand and led her naked out of the picture. It was quite a contrast between the beautiful Jenne, meticulously groomed in her sexy uniform and the naked, sweaty, cum-covered Fran.

Michelle used the remote to switch the channel on the TV. A massage room came onto the screen. It was empty until Jenne led Fran in. Fran laid on the table face down and Jenne draped a towel over her naked butt. Jenne stayed in the room until the masseur entered. He was a tall, muscular black man dressed in very tight-fitting tank top and biker shorts.

“How long until Fran has that big black cock in her mouth?” Ms. Jansen said, laughing.

We watched as the masseur first cleaned Fran up with wet towels. He even washed her hair out in the sink. Fran took advantage of every opportunity to put her hands on the man and soon his giant erection was obvious under his tight shorts.

The masseur stood at Fran’s head and massaged her shoulders. His dick was just inches from her face. She reached out, pulled the shorts down in front and pulled out his massive dick. He stopped his massage, stepped back, and undressed. Fran rolled over and licked her lips as she watched. When he was naked, Fran sucked his dick into her waiting mouth.

“There it is!” Ms. Jansen said.

Michelle worked on my hair as the scene unfolded on the TV. Eventually, the masseur bent Fran over the massage table and pounded her hard from the rear. They moved to a standing position with Fran’s arms around the masseur’s neck and him holding her under her butt. He bounced her up and down along the full length of his dick and apparently ejaculated inside her. He laid her down on the table and cleaned her up again. When he was done, he got dressed and left the room.

I looked over and Katie had moved from foot massage to licking Ms. Jansen’s pussy. I didn’t dare ask for my pussy to get licked. Michelle started to look a little uncomfortable, squeezing her thighs together and even sliding her hand over her cunny from time to time.

“Michelle, if you want me to ... I mean, I can ... I don’t mind ... helping you out,” I stammered, offering the naked beautician my services.

Michelle looked over at Ms. Jansen, who said, “Go ahead.”

“Ooooo!” Michelle cooed.

She reclined my chair, so I was laying nearly flat. She quickly climbed on and lowered her cute little cunny down onto my face. I dove right in and lapped up her juices greedily.

“Well, what do have we here,” Michelle said, looking down between my legs, “that’s the biggest clit I’ve ever seen!”

“That’s nothing!” Ms. Jansen said, “You should see her daughter’s giant clit!”

Michelle reached down and stroked my throbbing clit with her fingers.

“I ... I’m not allowed to cum!” I said, taking my face out of her cunny for a moment.

“Sucks for you,” Michelle replied, but she didn’t stop stroking my clit, “tap my leg when you need me to stop. I don’t want you taking your mouth off my pussy.”

I heard Ms. Jansen moan in orgasm next to me as I tapped Michelle’s thigh right before she sent me over the edge. I felt her thighs clench my head and her pussy quiver as she came all over my mouth. She didn’t move, so I kept licking her.

I thought about Katie in her chastity belt. Which was worse? Not being allowed to cum and having to deny myself or being totally unable to do anything about it. An image of me in the chastity suit popped into my mind and I nearly came. Michelle was sucking on my clit now, which didn’t help. I could only take a couple of seconds of that before tapping out.

Michelle got her fill and climbed off my chair, she finished up my hair and started my make-up. Katie and Ms. Jansen were walking out of the room so they could use the massage table. I looked up at the TV and saw Jenne pull a naked Fran out of the room. I guessed that they’d be back to our suite soon.

“You’ll need to let your hair grow,” Michelle said, “I’ll do the best with what you have now!”

Michelle gave my normally straight hair a nice wave that fell around my shoulders. She explained what I needed to do with the curling iron to get the waves just so. The pink color was shocking to me. But I did look slutty. That should make Miss happy.

I heard Ms. Jansen from the other room, “My goodness! What happened, Fran? You’re naked!”

“I ... I don’t know what’s happening to me. Please. Where are my clothes and my purse?” Fran replied.

“Your purse is here somewhere. Katie will get it for you. Don’t worry about clothes. We’re all naked girls here anyway. Just sit and relax on the sofa for now. Suzy is almost done with her make-over, then we’ll get you home.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! So much is happening today. I don’t feel like myself anymore.”

Michelle did my make-up and explained each step as she did. I was looking sluttier and sluttier by the minute. She explained that the colors she was using would compliment my new pink hair. When she finished, we went out to the living room.

Ms. Jansen whistled her approval at my new, slutty look, “Wow! You look good enough to eat! Too bad you’re not allowed to cum.”

“Thank you,” I said meekly, “I feel so different.”

“Let’s get dressed, you need to be there for Tissues when she gets home from school,” Ms. Jansen said, “Your dress is ready, it’s hanging over there.”

We all started to get dressed, except for Fran. The more clothes we got on the more uncomfortable she got.

“W ... where are my clothes?” she asked.

“Your dress was ruined and the rest ... well those old lady bra and bloomers don’t match the new you. Don’t worry, we’ll get you home,” Ms. Jansen replied.

“I ... I can’t go naked!”

“Don’t worry. You’ve already been walking around the place naked.”

We finished getting dressed. Ms. Jansen called the front desk and asked that her car be ready. Fran clutched her purse in front of her cunny and covered her tits with her other arm as we left the suite. The girls said goodbye and we headed to the lobby.

“Suzy, take Fran’s purse for her. Let’s all hold hands,” Ms. Jansen said.

Fran was still in a confused state. She gave me her purse and we all walked hand in hand, Fran between me and Ms. Jansen now completely exposed. We must have been quite a sight. Ms. Jansen was in her casual attire. I was dressed for a night out at the club and Fran was totally naked.

We got to the front desk and the receptionist got up and said, “Ms. Jansen, you can’t, not here in the lobby.”

“It’s ok. I see my car’s there and ready. We’ll just get in quick,” Ms. Jansen replied and just kept walking.

Fran looked around as we exited to the valet parking area. The door girls had opened the front doors of Ms. Jansen’s car and we got into our seats. Fran tried the back door, but it was locked.

“Please! Open the door! I ... I’m NAKED!”

Ms. Jansen unlocked the doors and Fran quickly got into the back seat. Ms. Jansen pulled away with Fran giving directions to her house.

“Do you have any clothes for me?” Fran asked.

“I’m sorry, Fran. No, we don’t,” Ms. Jansen replied, “you can run in quick.”

I was just thinking about getting home to my daughter and hoping she wouldn’t be too mad at me for cumming without permission.

We pulled up to the curb in front of Fran’s house. Fran took her keys out of her purse and took a quick look around to see if anyone was around. She got out of the car and ran toward her front door, trying her best to cover herself up with her purse.

The front door opened, and a teenage boy stepped into the doorway.

“Aunt Fran! Your naked!” the boy said.

“Get out of the way!” Fran yelled and pushed her way inside.

The teen looked out at us as we pulled away laughing.

Ms. Jansen drove to my house. She pulled up to the curb, and we said our goodbyes. I thanked her for all her help and got out of the car, just in time to see Miss walking down the sidewalk toward our house. I was shocked to see what had happened to her skirt. She was practically naked! Her long dark nipples were clearly visible under her sheer top. My clit throbbed.

“Oh my God!” she yelled and ran toward me, “you look so FUCKing hot! That pink hair is awesome! I didn’t even recognize you at first.”

“Oh!” I said as she gave me a big hug. “What happened to your skirt?”

“Isn’t it cool?” she said and lifted the front flap up, exposing her giant clit.

Ms. Jansen tooted her horn and pulled away.

Miss grabbed me by the hand, “Get the fuck inside, I need to cum like NOW!”

“Me too!” I said and we laughed together.

We walked hand in hand up the walkway and into the house.

Chapter 7

Ms. Connor sat back in her office chair, feeling satisfied with an awesome first day of the week. Everything is going as planned in school. Ms. Jansen reported that all went well with Susie’s day at the spa. Having Fran in the stable was a nice bonus. She thought about getting out of Dodge before something bad happened to spoil a perfect day.

She cringed at the soft knocking at her door.

“Ms. Connor? Are you here?” said a meek voice as her door cracked open.

“Yes, come in,” Ms. Connor replied.

Ms. Connor recognized the girl who entered but couldn’t quite place her. She was dressed like she just stepped out of the 1970’s in a baggy concert t-shirt and bell bottom jeans.

“Hi Ms. Connor. It’s me. Annie,” the girl said.

“Annie?” Ms. Connor replied.

“Don’t you remember? I tried out for cheerleading, but you said I wasn’t ready this year.”

That jarred Ms. Connor’s memory. The girl was cute but had no skills for cheerleading.

“Oh ... Yes ... Of course! How are you, Annie? What can I do for you?” she asked.

“Well, I just thought I’d let you know that I’ve been practicing my cheerleading and I think I’ll be good enough to make the team next year.”

“Great! I look forward to seeing you in tryouts next year.”

“Yeah ... well...” the girl stammered and looked down at the floor.

“Is there something else?”

“Well ... Maybe there’s something else I can do? To help you and the team, you know, this year? To help me at the try-out next year?”

Ms. Connor sensed that something was up. She came out from around her desk and guided the girl to a chair in front of her desk and sat next to her, holding both her hands.

“Tell me what’s happening, Annie.”

“It’s Eugene, Ms. Connor,” the girl said, “He ... he’s recording the cheerleaders ... in the locker room.”

‘That fucking snake!’ Ms. Connor thought. She didn’t authorize a cam in the locker room. She was pissed but didn’t want to let her emotions show to the girl, yet.

“Oh!” she said, “Why that’s terrible...”

“That’s not all ... he ... well ... I caught him looking at the cheerleaders and ... he was ... you know...”

“Please tell me, Annie. I need you to say it.”

“He was playing with his ... dick ... He was jerking off!” she giggled for a moment, then caught herself.

“That’s disgusting! I’m sorry you had to see that. How did you catch him?”

“Well, we work together on the AV team. I opened the door to the data center and saw him there doing it.”

“Does he know that you caught him?”

“No! I was so embarrassed. I just ran out of the room without him seeing.”

‘That horny little fucker!’ Ms. Connor thought to herself. Eugene betrayed her trust. She should have let that little shit bang one of the girls. Well, too late now. Now she had to think of a way to secure the video Eugene had been keeping and get even with the traitor. She needed some time to plan, and she needed Annie on her side. Right now.

“Well, Annie, I’m so glad you came to me with this information. I think that you can help us and earn yourself a spot on the team. Maybe even this year!”

“Wow! Really!” Annie cheered, clapping her hands.

“Now, stand up and show me your body ... for uniform measurements, of course. Take everything off, please.”

“Oh,” the girl calmed down. “I don’t know, Ms. Connor. You mean, right here in your office?”

“Of course! Don’t be shy. The girls are always naked in front of each other in the locker room.”

“I guess ... Well, OK.”

Annie kicked off her Chuck Taylors and stood. Ms. Connor judged her to be about 5’ 6”.

“Are you a virgin, Annie?” Ms. Connor asked.

“Uh ... Yes, Ms. Connor,” the girl answered.

“Good. We need to keep up the reputation of the squad,” Ms. Connor said, laughing to herself.

Ms. Connor just found cheerleader cherry number one to send to Principal Jackson’s house this weekend.

“Really? I always thought cheerleaders had a reputation for ... well ... never mind.”

Annie pulled her t-shirt up over her head and off, revealing a plain white bra, which appeared to be around a B-cup to Ms. Connor’s eye. Annie’s black hair fell around her shoulders in stark contrast to her pale skin. The girl was all ‘Morticia Adams’ – tall, thin, pale, black hair. Not your typical cheerleader, but Ms. Connor would have to make it work. Or make the girl quit. But not yet.

She took a deep breath, unbuttoned her bell-bottoms, and pushed them down. Ms. Connor noticed the girl’s well-worn, powder blue cotton panties as Annie stepped out of her jeans. The girl blushed.

“I ... I didn’t expect for anyone to see my underwear today,” she said.

“I guess not,” Ms. Connor replied, and then, “keep going. Everything off,” as Annie hesitated.

Annie bit her lip in thought then reached around to unhook her bra. She let the straps fall off her shoulders but held the cups against her tits. She took a deep breath before pulling the bra away, revealing perky tits with cute pink button nipples. Without hesitating, she pushed her panties down to her ankles, revealing a thick black bush covering her pussy.

“OK...” Ms. Connor said, “you got a cute body, but the first rule of cheerleading is ... no hair below the neck.”

“OK ... Oh! ... I ... uh ... Yes, Ms. Connor. I’ll shave it tonight,” Annie replied.

“Let me ask you, Annie, are you willing to do anything to be a cheerleader?”

“Oh, yes! Yes! Ms. Connor!”

“This is important, you may want to think it over.”

“I don’t need to think, Ms. Connor. I’ll do anything. Anything!”

“Nail that little perv Eugene to the wall?”

“Yes! Oh, yes!”

“Lick your coaches pussy until she cums?”

“Yes! Anyth ... uhhh ... what was that?”

“I said, ‘lick your coaches pussy until she cums,’ didn’t you hear me?”

“That’s what I thought you said. I ... uh ... well ... Ms. Connor?”

“Yes, Annie?”

“That’s my biggest fantasy!”

Annie reached for the waist of Ms. Connor’s yoga pants and started tugging them down before the coach realized exactly what was happening. Ms. Connor fell back, sitting on her desk as Annie pulled the pants down as far as she could. She ducked under the wadded pants, got between Ms. Connor’s legs and dove into her wet pussy.

“Oh! ... Annie! ... Mmmmmm...” Ms. Connor moaned once she recovered from the shock of the girl’s quick move.

Annie was definitely new to licking pussy and Ms. Connor would have to teach her, but she loved the girl’s aggressiveness. She grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her in deep. Ms. Connor humped her horny pussy hard against the girl’s tongue and nose.

“Shit! You’re gonna make me cum so fast! ... mmmmmm...” Ms. Connor moaned and fell into a hard, quick orgasm.

When she was done cumming, Ms. Connor let go of the girl’s hair. Annie fell to her knees and gasped to catch her breath.

“Oh my God! That was so hot! I ... wow!” Annie said.

“I think that’s enough cheerleading for one day. Get dressed and show up tomorrow morning looking like a cheerleader. Don’t embarrass me,” Ms. Connor ordered the girl.

“I won’t. Thank you!” Annie replied as she started to do as she was told.

When the girl left, Ms. Connor sat back behind her desk and leaned back. She wondered if this was the feeling men got when they had an awesome day at work and wanted to smoke a big fat cigar.

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We got to the front door. I started to put the key into the lock when Miss stopped me.

“Wait,” she said grabbing my wrist, “I want you naked before we go in.”

I squeezed my thighs together as I felt my horny pussy start to leak juices down my legs.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied.

I looked around to see if any of the neighbors were outside. I didn’t see anyone, but cars were going by in the street, since it was around the time that people would be coming home from work. I wanted to please my daughter, so I didn’t hesitate long. I pulled the shoulder straps of my dress down and pulled my arms through. The quicker I got naked, the quicker Miss would let me inside, so I just pulled the dress down my knees and stepped out of it. I was naked!

“Give it to me,” Miss ordered, and I obeyed, handing my dress over to her.

I didn’t dare try to cover my nakedness with my hands. I knew Miss wouldn’t like that. I unlocked the door and pushed it open. Miss pulled me away and stepped inside, closing the door almost all the way. She left me out on the stoop naked. The door was open just a crack and I could see Miss peeking out at me.

“Please, Miss. I’m naked! Can I come inside now?” I asked.

“Not yet. Finger your clitty,”

“Y ... Yes, Miss,”

I reached down and stroked my swollen clit, as ordered. I looked around and didn’t see any neighbors, but one of the cars that passed by honked its horn.

“Don’t you dare cum!” she ordered.

“I ... I won’t Miss. But, please let me inside before someone sees. I don’t want us to get in any trouble,”

I stroked my clit slowly to avoid cumming, but I knew it was only a matter of time. I already came once without permission today and I didn’t want to add to that.

“Now put your finger up your asshole,” Miss ordered.

“I ... mmmm ... Y ... Yes, Miss,” I answered.

I had to spread my legs as I reached around pushed my middle finger into my soaking wet pussy. Once I had it lubed up, I slid the finger back and pushed it into my asshole as I continued to stroke my swollen clit.

“Aaahhhhh ... Mmmmm...” I moaned.

I lost my balance had to put a hand down on the stoop to keep from falling over. I got down on my knees, put my face down on the stoop and got my finger back up my asshole. I was facing the door, so my pussy and asshole were on full display to anyone passing by. But, I wanted to make Miss happy, so I continued to masturbate.

“My God! You’re such a horny Mommy Slut!” Miss said.

I felt my orgasm approaching and begged Miss to let me inside. She ordered me to keep going and reminded me not to cum.

“I want you to keep going until you’re just about to cum, then I’ll let you in. Tell the truth! Don’t stop until the very last second!” She ordered.

All I could do was moan. I needed to get inside so I squeezed my clit and slipped a second finger up my asshole, pumping it hard. It only took a few seconds before I got to the edge. I slowed down to keep myself there and not go over.

“I ... I need to stop ... I’m ... I’M GONNA CUM!” I screamed, losing all sense of where I was.

I felt hands grabbing me from under my armpits and I was dragged into the house. Miss closed the door and I lay there on my back panting as I came away from the edge of orgasm.

“That was so hot!”, Miss said, “I think you should get naked outside all the time.”

The next thing I knew, Miss had straddled my head and forced her soaking wet pussy onto my face. I knew what I had to do. I had to lick my daughter’s soaking wet pussy and such her huge, throbbing clit until she came. I didn’t hesitate and rammed my tongue up into her wide-open pussy.

“Aaahhhhh...” she moaned, “I really need this. Miss Connor didn’t let me cum at school today. I’m so fucking horny right now!”

I wanted to please her and make her cum as hard as possible, so reached around with my hands and fingered her pussy and asshole as I sucked her huge clit into my mouth.

“Yes! You fucking slut! Suck my fat clitty! You’re such a dirty CUNT! AAAHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed.

She squired so hard that my finger was pushed out of her pussy. There was one long, hard squirt that soaked me from my chin down to my belly button. Three or four squirts followed as she fucked my mouth with her giant clit. Her orgasm calmed down, but she just kept humping, so shoved three fingers into her gaping pussy while I sucked her clit and pushed a second finger up her asshole.

“That’s it, Mommy Slut! Don’t stop! I didn’t tell you to stop, did I, you fucking cunt!” she screamed obscenities at me while I worked her over.

My sole focus was my daughter’s pleasure. After all, I am her Mommy Slut – a fucking horny cunt that needs to be abused and punished for cumming. I’ve learned that much about myself over the last few days.

Miss had three more strong squirt cums before she rolled off me. We took some time to collect ourselves before getting up and finally moving away from the front door. Miss still had her school clothes on. Of course, I was still naked except for my heels.

“I’ll get dinner started,” I said and headed into the kitchen. Miss followed me in and sat at the table.

“So, what happened with Ms. Jansen today? I don’t see a chastity belt on you,” she asked.

“We tried so many, but Ms. Jansen didn’t like any of them. She’s having one made special. It will take a few days, she said.”

Miss will be so happy when my chastity suit arrives. She’s going to love it. I almost spilled the beans and told her all about it right then, but I thought better of it. It would be a nice surprise for her.

“Oh, that sucks. I really wanted you locked up,” she said, disappointed.

I wasn’t sure if Ms. Jansen somehow told my daughter about my orgasm. Either way, I knew I had to tell her. I didn’t obey. She was in charge. I had to be honest. The last time I wasn’t completely honest, Miss found out and she was very upset. And rightfully so.

“I ... I have something else to tell you,” I said while starting to prepare a quick dinner.

“Oh? What’s that?” Miss answered.

“I know I wasn’t supposed to, but Ms. Jansen made me wrestle, and I...”

“You what? You came without permission, didn’t you?”

“I ... I didn’t mean to ... You see, we met a lady at the spa. Her name is Fran. And Ms. Jansen...”

“Don’t try to blame Ms. Jansen. Did you cum without permission today?”

“Y ... Yes, Miss...”

“Yes what?”

“Yes. I ... I came without permission. I was very naughty!”

My pussy was drooling.

“You horny little CUNT!” she yelled.

“I ... I’m sorry ... I won’t ... I mean ... I...” I was stammering like a child being scolded by her parent.

“We’ll deal with this later. Don’t even talk to me right now! Just get fucking dinner ready”

I was so ashamed. Why couldn’t I control myself? She’s right. I am a horny little cunt. My pussy has been constantly wet, and my clit throbs all the time. A few days ago, sex was the furthest thing from my mine. Now it’s the only thing on my mind.

Miss sat at the table and typed furiously on her phone. She was having an intense text conversation with someone. I knew better than to say anything, so I just finished cooking dinner. When it was ready, I served Miss first, then sat and made my plate. We ate quietly until Miss broke the silence.

“You’re getting punished after dinner for being a naughty little Mommy Slut and cumming without permission,” she said.

“Yes Miss. I deserve it,” I answered.

Nothing else was said until we finished eating.

“Clean this up,” Miss said as she stood and headed to the living room, “When the bell rings, I’ll get it. Just wait in here until I call you.”

“Yes, Miss,” I answered.

I went to work cleaning up the dinner dishes. When I was done, I sat at the table and waited. The bell rang after a few minutes. I got up to answer it, out of reflex, but then remembered that Miss told me to stay in the kitchen until I was called.

I could tell immediately that some of my daughter’s teammates came in. The teen girl chatter was unmistakable. I recognized Addie’s voice from Friday night, but there was another teen voice I didn’t recognize. I also heard Giggles giggling away.

Did Miss invite these girls over to help punish me? My hand fell between my legs, and I toyed with my swollen clit at the thought. I was learning just how far I could go without making myself cum, so I just kept myself at the edge while I waited for my daughter’s orders.

“Hey! Mommy Slut!” I heard Miss call from the living room, “We need some drinks in here!”

I snapped to attention and hurried to pour sodas for the girls. I didn’t bother to pour myself one. My heels clicked loudly on the tile kitchen floor as I worked. I put the four glasses on a tray and headed into the living room, completely naked, to greet Miss’s guests.

They all oh’ed and ah’ed as I stepped in, commenting on my pink hair. I’m sure my make-up was a mess from Miss squirting on my face. I hadn’t been told to fix it, so I didn’t even bother to look in a mirror.

“Mommy Slut, you remember Addie from Friday night, right?” Miss asked. She gestured over to the petite blonde who had stripped down to her pink thong. Her puffy nipples stood proudly out from her little tittles.

“Of course,” I replied, handing her a glass, “so nice to see you, Addie.”

“Hey Mommy Slut!” Addie said.

“And you probably remember Kaylie from the games, right?” She gestured to the raven-haired girl in a red thong who had the biggest breasts in the room.

“Yes, I remember, very nice to finally meet you, Kaylie,” I said and served her a drink.

“Kaylie helped me get all my cool new clothes,” Miss said.

“Thank you, Kaylie. Miss looks great in all the things you picked out for her,” I replied, trying hard to be as polite as possible.

“You remember me, right? Hee hee hee. Giggles?” A completely naked Giggles asked, giggling the whole time.

“Of course, Giggles. So nice to see you again. I never got a chance to say thank you for all your help in the shop the other day,” I said handing her a glass. It was hard for me not to stare at her bald, little girl slit.

“Oh, that’s OK, it was fun,” giggled Giggles, blushing away.

I gave Miss her soda and waited for instructions.

“Mommy Slut, go to your room and shut the door. We need to talk privately for a minute,” Miss ordered.

“Yes, Miss,” I said and went to my room.

I laid down on my bed and brought myself right to the edge. I wished that I had more hands as I tried to stimulate my nipples, clit, pussy, and asshole. I rolled around my bed and kept myself on the edge thinking about all the things the four teen girls in my living room could do to punish me. I also thought about all the things I’d be made to do to get them all off. I hoped they’d let Giggles cum. I felt that I owed her that.

After about a half-hour, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I snapped myself up and sat on the edge of the bed. There were more than one set of footsteps clamoring up the stairs. It sounded like they were all coming up.

Miss pushed my door open without knocking and all four teen girls flooded into my room. I tried to act natural.

“What the FUCK have you been up to? It smells like Mommy Slut cunt in here,”

“I ... I didn’t cum ... I promise ... I ... OUCH!” I was cut short by a sharp pain in my left tit.

Miss slapped it hard and shut me up.

“It doesn’t matter now,” she said, “it’s time for your punishment. We discussed it and Giggles here came up with a great idea.”

“Yeah,” Giggles said, giggling, “I told them what Ms. Connor did to me help me stop cumming without permission. You see ... OUCH!”

Kaylie slapped Giggles’s little girl slit to shut her up.

Miss continued, “I’ve tried everything, Mommy Slut, but you keep disobeying me and cumming without permission. You’ve been treated very nicely by me, Ms. Connor, her friends and the team, but you still can’t control yourself.”

I tried to apologize, “I’m so sorry, Miss. I know I need to be punished. Please, do whatever ... OUCH!”

Miss slapped my tit again, harder this time, to shut me up again.

“Just shut the FUCK UP!” she ordered.

“Yes, Miss ... OUCH!”

She slapped me across the face, hard. I got the picture and didn’t utter another word.

“Now, where was I?” Miss said.

Giggles interrupted, “Hee hee. You were telling her about ... OUCH!”

Another slap on her slit shut Giggles up. Miss sighed in frustration.

“Your chastity belt will be coming in a couple of days,” Miss continued, “Once that’s in place, this won’t be such a problem. Between now and the time your horny cunt is locked away you will be subjected to continuous punishments that will include bondage, spanking and tickling.”

My nipples swelled and my clit was throbbing as I listened to her.

“In addition, you will service all who participate in punishing you however they want. That will include licking, sucking, pussy humping, and using sex toys, as instructed.”

That didn’t sound like punishment to me. I wanted to service everyone in the room right then and there.

“And the best part...” she paused, “you will be repeatedly made to orgasm as many times as possible no matter how much you may beg for it to stop, from this minute until your locked away.”

My mouth fell open. I wasn’t expecting that at all. My pussy drooled and I was sure that I was making a big wet spot on my bed.

“Starting right now. Masturbate in front of us until you cum. Do it, NOW!”

I was shocked and didn’t move, other than looking at all the girls standing around my bed waiting for me to make a total slut out of myself in front of them.

I started to talk, “I ... OUCH!”

Miss slapped me hard across the face again. When I didn’t move, she slapped me again.

“I said NOW!” she ordered.

I scooched to the center of my bed, laid back and spread my legs. I reached between my legs and stroked my swollen clit with two fingers.

“Ahhhhh ... Mmmmm...” I moaned.

The girls started shouting out instructions, except for Giggles, and I obeyed them.

“Pinch your nipples!”

“Finger your cunt! Another finger! Another one!”

“Get on your hands and knees and finger your cunt and asshole!”

I obeyed and started to cum as soon as my finger entered my asshole. I pushed my butt back and spread wide as I had a massive orgasm right in front of four teen girls. I knew it was all true then. I was a total slut who needed to cum.

“Tickle her!” Miss ordered when my orgasm ended.

All four girls jumped onto my bed and started tickling me. They alternated as one or two of them held me down and the others tickled. Their fingers tickled me everywhere, except where I really wanted to be tickled. They tickled my armpits, feet, belly, ribs, backs of my knees, neck and I howled with laughter.

After what seemed like forever, Miss ordered them to make me cum. They all switched from tickling me to fingering my holes, licking my clit, sucking my nipples. I was moved into different positions finally landing on my back. Giggles had my ankles under her armpits and was pinching my nipples. Addie and Kaylie were fingering my pussy and asshole and Miss sucked my throbbing clit.

I came hard and didn’t stop. One orgasm went into the next and I lost track as the girls shifted positions and kept up the constant stimulation. Every so often a bald, teen pussy and asshole would be shoved in my face, and I was ordered to lick. One after another, I made them all cum, except Giggles. I felt bad but had no control. Miss squirted in my face more than once. Kaylie also had a nice squirt-cum in my face. All the while, they didn’t let up on my pussy and asshole.

They all took turns humping my soaking wet pussy. I came on all of them. They even let Giggles hump me, but they pulled her off when she was about to cum. She just giggled. I wondered if I would ever be able to have as much self-control as this giggling teen.

Then suddenly everything stopped. I laid back, breathing heavily, trying to regain some composure.

“Wait here for fifteen minutes, then come down to the basement. Giggles, keep her company.”

“OK,” Giggles giggled.

The other three left the room and I heard their steps going down the stairs.

Giggles made me spread my legs and pull my knees back until they were at either side of my head. Then she started licking up and down my slit, from my clit to my asshole and back. She had me cumming again with her tongue and then added fingers up my spread asshole which made me cum even harder.

“Please ... I need to rest...” I begged.

“No, hee hee hee, your daughter wants you to keep cumming,” Giggles said and dove back into my pussy.

I was torn. I did need to rest, but I still needed to keep cumming. What would it take to satisfy me? I already came so many times, I lost count. When they were all on me, I had one continuous orgasm. I had no idea I could cum like that. Now, Giggles used her fingers and tongue on me to make me cum over and over again.

Finally, she stopped.

“Time to go downstairs, hee hee,” she said, giggling.

I’m not sure how I was able to get up off the bed and down two flights of stairs to the basement without falling. Giggles held my arm to help steady me, but I was lightheaded from all the cumming.

I offered no resistance as the girls tied me up. I was on my back on a low bench, my ass hanging off the end and my arms bound to a column over my head. They shackled my knees and pulled them up and apart then secured my ankles and stretched them out away from me at angles. My pussy and asshole were pointed up and spread wide.

Miss came over to me, slapping her palm with a thick leather strap that was split into to. It sounded severe. She stepped over my belly with her left leg so that she was straddling me. She slapped down softly onto my spread pussy with the strap, and I felt it hit my exposed clit.

“Mmmmmmmm...” I moaned as the soft slap only stimulated my clit more.

She slapped again a little harder and got into a rhythm, slapping a little harder each time. Eventually it started to hurt.

“Cum on it, Mommy Slut!” she said.

I couldn’t help myself and had a small orgasm as the strap came down on my pussy and clit.

“Oh my God, you’re such a cum slut!” she said.

“I am...,” I said, “I ... I’m your cum slut!”

Addie and Kaylie then started flogging my tits from either side. The slapping wasn’t too hard and all it did was turn me on more. Before long I had a second, harder orgasm on Miss’s strap.

“Hee hee,” Giggles giggled, “I get the best part!”

She flicked a thick cane and it struck between my butt cheeks, just to the right of my spread asshole.

“Oh!” I cried as my most sensitive spot was attacked.

It went from there. Addie and Kaylie strapped my tits. Miss strapped my clit from above and Giggles caned my asshole from below. Giggles’ aim improved and after a couple of misses to the right and left, she was landing the cane directly on the center of my spread asshole. They still weren’t slapping too hard and I had two or three more orgasms.

“Punish her good!” Miss ordered.

All at once, they all started slapping harder. It really hurt and I stopped cumming and started begging for mercy. None came. I was a sweaty, crying mess after two minutes of that torture. My clit and asshole were throbbing and I’m sure I must have been bleeding. My nipples were on fire.

I was crying and begging so loudly, I didn’t even hear Miss tell them to stop. But, they all stopped at the same time. I just lay my head back, closed my eyes, and sobbed. After a few minutes, felt a tongue poking around my pussy. I looked up to see Giggles between my legs, licking away.

“Please! No more! I get the message,” I begged.

“Get her wet and ready,” Miss ordered.

“Will do, hee hee,” Giggles replied and sucked my clit into her mouth.

I’m not sure how, but Giggles managed to get my sore pussy turned on again.

The other girls came around from behind me, and I saw that they were all wearing belts with large dildoes attached.

“Kaylie, shut her up!” Miss ordered.

Kaylie pulled my head to the side and shoved her dildo into my mouth. She grabbed me by the hair behind my head and held me in place as she slid the dildo in and out.

Kaylie’s rough treatment and Giggles’ licking had me turned on again and I started sucking the fake dick in my mouth and rocking my hips to rub my pussy against Giggles’ tongue. I moaned over the dildo and slobbered down the side of my face.

I felt Giggles’ tongue leave my pussy and a couple of seconds later it was replaced by the tip of Addie’s dildo. She worked the tip up and down my slit to get it slick with my juices before she pushed it in slowly.

“Mmmmmmmmm...” I moaned as Addie worked a couple of inches of fake dick into my abused pussy. I tried to spread wide and push back against it to get more up there.

She worked it in and out, each time getting a little more of the dildo into my begging Slut Mommy cunt. My pussy was sore, and the dildo hurt, but still, I got off on it when she finally got the whole thing in and started pumping. She didn’t stop, though. She just kept fucking me.

Then, I felt the bench being moved from under me. Slowly, it was pulled out and I was lowered down. What I didn’t see was that Miss was taking the place of the bench and I was lowered down on top of her. The shackles on my knees and ankles were removed to allow me to fall all the way down on top of my daughter.

“Giggles, you’re on lube duty,” I heard Miss say, “Make sure we can keep it up without stopping.”

“Hee hee, sounds good!” Giggles replied.

A minute later, I felt the lubed tip of my daughter’s strap on dildo rubbing against my sore asshole.

“No! Please ... I can’t ... AAHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as she pushed the well-lubed dildo all the way up my asshole.

It was, by far, the largest thing that was ever up my asshole, which was still sore from the caning. I thought I’d be ripped open.

Miss pulled it all the way out and shoved it back in. Addie and Kaylie were still fucking my pussy and mouth. Miss started pumping the dildo all the way in and out.

“Oh my God! It’s making me cum!” Addie yelled, shoving her dildo all the way in and humping herself against the end that was against her clit.

That put me over the top and I started cumming. My pussy and asshole were in a lot of pain, but I came hard anyway. Just like up in my bedroom, my orgasm just kept going. Wave after wave hit me.

All three girls had orgasms while they fucked my holes with the dildoes.

I was cumming over and over. Eventually, my pussy expelled all of the juice I had, and my hole dried out. Giggles was right on top of it and lubed Addie’s dildo so she could keep fucking me.

I lost track of time, but eventually the fucking stopped. ‘Thank God!’ I thought to myself, but they only stopped to change places. Miss came around to my head and Addie slipped under me while Kaylie got between my legs. Miss shoved the dildo that just came out of my asshole into my mouth. I gagged at first, but then resigned myself to my fate. Kaylie and Addie then got to work fucking my pussy and asshole.

I wanted to beg for them to stop, but Miss kept her dildo in my mouth. My jaw ached and my pussy and asshole were on fire, but they still managed to get me cumming again. After a few strong orgasms, they switched places and triple penetrated me again. Again, they managed to get me off.

Once they each had a turn at each of my holes, they finally stopped. I was a sweaty mess and for the first time since Friday night, I didn’t want to cum anymore. I hurt everywhere. I just laid there and tried to catch my breath. My wrists were still shackled to the column, so I couldn’t move much.

“I think we need a break,” Miss said as the girls unstrapped their dildoes, “Giggles, use Mommy Slut any way you want to get off while we rest. You earned it!”

“Oh, goodie! Hee hee,” Giggles said and straddled my head, facing my feet.

As exhausted as I was, I wanted to please Giggles. Even with her legs spread wide, I couldn’t see Giggles’ inner lips or clit. She lowered herself down and I stuck my tongue out. She moaned when it worked its way into her slit.

“That’s it, Mommy Slut, lick it good,” she said and rubbed her wet slit against my tongue.

I eventually found her little clitty. It was rock hard and felt like a tiny grain of rice.

“Yes! Right there! Right on my tiny clitty!” she said. I noticed that she wasn’t giggling. I took that as a sign that she was enjoying the ride, “Now spread your fucking legs, Mommy Slut!”

I did as I was told and immediately felt the flogger come down hard on my pussy.

“Cum on it! Cum on it like a slut while you suck my little girl clitty!” she said as she flogged my tortured pussy and clit.

I spread my legs wider and thrust my hips up to meet the flogger. I didn’t think my pussy could cum again, but I wanted to please her so badly. I managed to get her little clitty between my lips and suck it.

I moaned into her little pussy as I felt an orgasm start to build in my throbbing clit. That encouraged her and she flogged me harder and faster, which put me over the edge, and I started cumming.

“That’s it! That’s it! Here I CUUUUUUM!” she shouted.

She ground her pussy hard against my face and I felt her girl cum drenching my face. When her orgasm faded, she rolled off me. I thought I’d finally get a little break, but I was wrong.

Giggles stood up and grabbed the biggest strap-on.

“No ... P ... Please! I c ... can’t take any more ... M ... My pussy!” I begged.

“Shut the fuck up!” she replied, still no giggling.

I thought she’d strap the dildo on herself and fuck me with it, but I was wrong again. Instead, she strapped the dildo onto me!

Once she had it adjusted, I could tell what got the girls off. The strap had and attachment that rubbed right on my clit. Giggles climbed on and slowly lowered herself all the way down on the dildo with a long, low moan.

She increased her pace slowly, which increased the pace of the belt rubbing my clit.

“Don’t cum until you’re told, Mommy Slut,” she ordered.

I just bit my lip and nodded my head. The pain in my clit was intense, and yet I felt another orgasm building. I didn’t want any more, but I had no choice. Giggles kept fucking harder and faster.

“NOW! CUM NOW!” She yelled, slamming her tiny pussy down on the huge dildo as hard as she could.

“AHHHHH! I’m gonna CUM for YOU!” I screamed and had a huge, painful orgasm with the dildo strap rubbing my tortured clit.

Giggles fell forward on top of me, the dildo sliding out of her. Cheering and applause erupted from the girls who had taken up places around us to watch the show.

After we caught our breath, Giggles rolled off me and onto the floor.

“Please ... Miss ... No more ... I ... learned my lesson ... I don’t want to cum anymore ... I’ll be good until my chastity belt comes ... Please ... It hurts so much,” I begged.

“Oh! We’re just getting started!” Miss said and my heart sunk.

So, it went for the rest of the night. I was tickled, strapped, dildoed, vibrated, licked, and fingered to one painful orgasm after another. I also serviced the girls with my tongue more times than I can count. I was covered in sweat and girl-cum by the time they let me go to sleep. I dragged myself upstairs, landed face first on my bed and fell right to sleep.

Chapter 8

 

I was suddenly awoken by the flogger landing on my exposed ass.

“Ouch!” I screamed and rolled over.

SWAT!

The flogger landed on my right tit.

“Ouch!”

“Good morning Slut Mommy!” Miss said.

I looked up and saw my daughter standing with the flogger in her hand and a large dildo strapped on.

“No more! Please ... I’m still sore from...”

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Miss strapped me furiously. I rolled around as she struck my ass, tits, and pussy until I just gave in. I laid on my stomach and allowed her to punish my back, ass, and thighs. As punished as it was last night, I felt the now familiar feeling of arousal building in my pussy.

“Roll over and spread wide on the edge of the bed,” Miss ordered.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied and did what I was told. I grabbed my legs under the knees and pulled up and apart, offering my horny pussy and asshole for my daughter to abuse.

I was in perfect position for her to fuck me while standing next to the bed. She wasted no time and rubbed the head of the dildo between my wet pussy lips. She pushed it in and out, using my juices to lube it up. It wasn’t long until she was ramming the full length of the dildo into my punished pussy.

“You love it, don’t you?” She asked.

“Yes! Miss ... I love it!” I replied.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes! Miss!”

“But you’re gonna cum anyway?”

“Yes! I’m such a slut!”

“I wonder if I should let you fuck me with it too,”

“Anything for you, Miss,”

“I’m still technically a virgin. I think I’ll save it for a real dick. Maybe a boy on the football team. A black one! What do you think of that?”

The thought of my virgin daughter riding up and down on a large black dick put me over the edge.

“I’m cumming! ... Mmmmmmm,”

SWAT! SWAT! She started flogging my tits as she fucked my pussy.

“You like that too?”

“No, Miss. But I deserve to be punished,” I replied as another orgasm shook me.

“It’s making me cum, too! Mmmmmmmmm!” Miss screamed as we came together.

She pulled the dildo out of my pussy and pushed the tip into my asshole. It was slick from my juices and it slid halfway in with no trouble.

“I’m not using any lube. I want it to hurt,” she said as she worked the dildo up my asshole.

“Owwww! Oh! Please! It hurts so much!” I screamed as the dildo was forced up my sore asshole. She continued flogging my tits and nipples.

I did my best to spread wide and open my asshole to the dildo and she managed to get it all the way in, fucking hard and deep.

“Cum on it, Mommy Slut! You know you love it!” she teased.

“Oh, God. I’m such a SLUT!” I screamed as another orgasm took over my body. I pumped my fat clit like a dick as wave after wave fell over me.

Miss pulled the dildo out when my orgasm subsided.

“I didn’t tell you to touch your clit, did I?” she said, “now spread your pussy open with your hands. More ... More! I want your horny Slut Mommy clit totally exposed.

“Yes, Miss ... Please...” I spread my lips wide and pulled the hood off my clit. I knew she was going to strap it, but I deserved it.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

She attached my clit, pussy, and asshole with the strap. My asshole was burning from the dry fucking I just had, but still I felt an orgasm building.

“I’m gonna cum again ... Mmmmmmm...” I said as the strap put me over the edge yet again.

She stopped swatting me when my orgasm subsided. I let go of my knees and collapsed on my bed.

After a minute, she explained, “Your day is planned out for you. You won’t leave the house. Giggles stayed over last night, and she’ll take over for me in a minute. After that, you’ll have more babysitters. Just do what you’re fucking told. There’s a camera set up in here. There’s going to be some time when you’re alone. I want you up here masturbating and dildo fucking yourself in between guests. Don’t stop. I have to get ready for school.”

“Yes, Miss,” I replied, still panting.

She took the dildo off, dropped it on the floor and left my room.

A minute later, Giggles came into my room carrying several straps, canes, and other implements to punish me with.

“Good morning Sutty Mommy, hee hee,” she said.

“Good morning, Giggles. Please, can I have a few minutes? I need to use the bathroom,” I asked.

“Not yet. Hee hee. I have my orders! Now bed over the edge of the bed,” she replied.

I did what I was told, and she laid into me. She switched implements and had me change positions so as to punish every inch of my body from my shoulders to the bottoms of my feet.

I don’t know how much time passed before Miss came back into the room.

“What do you think of my outfit?” she said and strutted around my bed.

She had on a sheer, tight top that exposed her long, thick nipples completely. Her flared, black skirt was so short that her butt cheeks were visible, yet it was low waisted in the front, so it just barely covered her slit. Her pussy mound was exposed. High heeled, black sandals finished it all off. It was obscene and it made my pussy throb.

“You can’t see my clitty, can you?” she asked.

“No. It’s still covered,” I replied.

“Good! I’m not ready for that yet,” she said.

“You look good enough to eat! Hee hee,” Giggles said.

“Good idea!” Miss replied, “Ms. Connor probably won’t let me cum at school again. Might as well take advantage now.”

She crawled up on the bed and plopped her soaking wet pussy down on my face. I licked and sucked, bringing her to a quick orgasm.

“Giggles! Lick my asshole!” Miss screamed, still cumming.

“OK ... Hee hee,” Giggles replied and did as she was told.

It didn’t take long for Miss to squirt-cum all over my face. Her whole body shook, and she fell silent as the waves took her over. I was jealous that my pussy didn’t squirt.

“Mmmmm. That was good,” Miss said as she climbed off the bed, then, “have a nice day!” as she walked out of the room.

“Hee hee. I bet you need to cum now,” Giggles said to me, matter-of-factly.

---

Ms. Connor sat in her office chair, remembering what a great day yesterday had been. Would today be just as great? Or maybe even better? There was a lot of potential. She spent last night at home planning. She already knew how Tissues’ initiation and humiliation would play out. Everything was set. Just a few last-minute things to take care of.

She decided that Addie would join Annie to pay off Principal Jackson this weekend. She knew the girl was still a cock-virgin, so that would be easy. Annie would probably need some coaching on dressing, etc. But she’ll assess that further when they meet later this morning.

She also formulated a plan for that little sleazebag, Eugene. She read his files and found that his father died right after Eugene was born, so he was raised by a single mother and no siblings. That could explain his behavior, but she also wanted to meet the boy’s mother. The school secretary was able to arrange a meeting for later in the morning to discuss ‘Eugene’s obsessiveness.’ She also needed to talk to Annie this morning about her part in it.

There was a knock on her open office door and Debbie came in for their daily morning meeting. As always, Ms. Connor noticed the girl’s huge titties first. They had definitely been growing and were spilling out of the special underwear that Ms. Jansen made. She wore a silky cream colored top that showed a lot of cleavage with a tight black miniskirt, stockings and heels.

They exchanged ‘good mornings,’ and Debbie sat in one of the guest chairs. Ms. Connor had made another decision last night.

“Your tits are too big for that bra. Take it off,” Ms. Connor said.

“Please, Ms. Connor, no!” Debbie begged, “Give me time to find a new one.”

“One, Jansen said she can’t make anything bigger. Two, we don’t have budget to try to buy one,” she lied about the second point.

“Please! We can think of something. I...”

“Now!”

Debbie’s eyes fell to the floor. She knew better than to push Ms. Connor. She stood and closed the office door. She pulled her top over her head and revealed what Ms. Connor already knew. The girl’s tits were spilling out of her underwear and the seams looked like they would burst at any second. The substantial undergarment had supports that ran down the girl’s belly and down under the skirt. It was like a huge, body girdle.

Debbie kicked off her heels and shimmied out of the tight skirt, revealing a lacy black garter belt attached to her black stockings. She unhooked the garter from the stockings and pulled it down and off. The undergarment had several straps and hooks that needed to be undone. Debbie unhooked those that she could on her own before walking over to Ms. Connor who had to do the ones in the back for her.

The girl made a noticeable sigh as the garment fell away from her giant titties. For their size, they didn’t sag much, and her dark areolae were three inches across with long thick nipples sticking out. Ms. Connor knew that they would be clearly visible under the girl’s silk top. She squeezed her thighs together as her pussy throbbed watching the show.

Debbie pushed the undergarment down and stepped out of it, leaving her in a tiny, lacy black thong.

“That’s good. You can go to class now!” Ms. Connor teased.

“Very funny,” Debbie replied dryly as she reattached her garter and put the rest of her clothes back on. Then she stood in front of her coach for inspection.

With her bra on, Debbie’s titties were pressed tightly against her body. But now they swayed and jiggled a bit. Her dark areolae were clearly visible under her top and her nipples stuck out proudly.

“There! Don’t you feel better now?” Ms. Connor asked.

“Well ... Yes, but I’m sure I look like a total slut!” the head cheerleader replied.

“If the shoe fits...”

They both had a good laugh.

“Is everything ready for Laia’s science project presentation today?” Ms. Connor asked.

“Yes, all set.” Debbie replied.

“Good. Did Tissues’ new cheer outfit arrive?”

“Ms. Jansen said we’ll have it tomorrow morning.”

“OK. Great. You can go now. Oh ... put that ... girdle in the closet on your way out.”

“OK ... See ya later,”

Debbie got up and turned to leave as there was a knock on the door. She opened the door and stepped back as a black-haired girl stuck her head in.

“Ms. Connor?” the girl said.

Debbie opened the door all the way and motioned the girl in as she stepped out. She gave the girl, whom she didn’t recognize, a ‘who-the-fuck-are-you’ look as she left.

The girl was stunning. Her curly black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her make-up was perfectly applied. She wore a tight, knee length dress with a swirling multi-color pattern and white heels.

“Come in. What can I do for you?” Ms. Connor said suggestively. She didn’t recognize the girl and wondered what she wanted. Surely, Ms. Connor would have noticed this stunner walking around the halls of school and snagged her for the cheerleading team, had she seen her.

“It’s me ... Annie!” The girl said.

Ms. Connor sat open-mouthed for a moment. Could this really be the geeky hippy-chick Annie that left her office just yesterday?

“How? ... Who? ... Wow!” Ms. Connor said, still stunned by the girl.

“I know, I barely recognize myself when I look in the mirror.”

“You look ... great!” Ms. Connor said, “You certainly took me seriously when I told you to show up looking like a cheerleader!”

Annie explained that her mother was a cheerleader growing up and always wanted her only daughter to follow in her footsteps. But Annie never felt comfortable. It was because of her mother that she even tried out for cheerleading, knowing she wouldn’t make it. When her mother heard that Annie was going to be on the team, she took her out shopping for new clothes, make-up, and hairdo.

“I love it! I feel so tingly all over,” the girl said.

Ms. Connor recovered from her shock and realized that this development would accelerate the effectiveness of her plan for Eugene.

“Have you presented your science project yet?” she asked.

“Not yet. I go this afternoon. Right before Laia, I think! I hope my volcano doesn’t erupt all over my new dress.”

“Perfect ... Well not the volcano. I have a better idea for your project. I know you’ll get an A. Cheerleaders always do!”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The girl jumped and clapped.

“Your project is going to be about perverted teen boys...” Ms. Connor started

“You mean Eugene?”

“Yes, of course. You do want to help your teammates punish him for what he’s done, don’t you?”

“Oh, of course. Anything.”

“I thought so. I’ll give you a pass so you can miss your classes this morning. I looked at your records ... uhhh ... as a requirement for your official cheer application, of course ... and I see that you’re a computer whiz and you won the district hacking competition earlier this year...”

Ms. Connor explained the set up of Eugene’s humiliation. She didn’t want to give the girl all the details for risk that she would get cold feet and back out. The girl was to set up a camera to record Eugene jerking off. Then copy all the video Eugene made to a DVD and replace each one with the video of the creep jerking off.

Annie agreed and said there would be no problem cracking into Eugene’s account and that she already had some video of Eugene abusing himself. Ms. Connor told the girl to come back to her office when everything was ready.

“There’s one thing missing from your outfit though. Come over here,”

Annie came around the desk. Ms. Connor turned the girl around and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She turned the girl back around to face her and pulled the straps down from Annie’s shoulders. The dress had a built-in bra, so her perky A-cup titties were in full view.

“Oh!” the shocked girl said.

“You need a little shine,” Ms. Connor said, pulling the dress down.

Annie stepped out of the dress and stood there in her heels and a tiny white thong.

“Are those new too?” Ms. Connor asked.

The girl blushed, “Yeah ... I got new underwear too. Mom threw out all my old granny panties.”

Ms. Connor made a mental note to try to arrange a meeting with the girl’s mother. Preferably before lunch.

“You won’t need the panties today,” Ms. Connor said and pulled them down to the girl’s ankles.

Annie supported herself on Ms. Connor’s shoulder and stepped out of the panties.

“I see you took care of that other ... problem...” she said looking at the girl’s bald pussy.

“Yeah,” Annie blushed again. “Mom took me to have it waxed.”

“Perfect,” Ms. Connor said before kneeling down in front of the girl, “now I don’t want you to cum yet, it will spoil your shine. Tell me when you’re on the edge.”

Ms. Connor leaned forward and licked the girl’s slit. Annie instinctively spread her knees and held herself steady on the desk and Ms. Connor’s shoulder.

“Oh! It feels so good! Mmmmmm...” the girl moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”

That only took about ten seconds. Obviously, the girl isn’t getting enough. Ms. Connor stopped licking.

“OK. Put your dress back on and head to homeroom. Don’t forget our appointment later. We need to talk about your project AND Eugene. Oh! And put these in your purse.” She dangled the girl’s white thong on her finger.

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” the girl said and did what she was told.

Ms. Connor called the office and asked to have Eugene paged to her office. A few minutes later the boy entered, panting. Apparently, he ran to answer the beautiful cheerleading coach’s call.

“Eugene, I’ll need you to help with one of the science projects this afternoon. I don’t have time to explain. Just be in the wings when Annie Hansen’s project is starting.” Ms. Connor said.

“Annie? She works with me on the computers. Is something wrong with her volcano? Should I ask her what’s up?” Eugene replied.

“No. She’s very busy today. You probably won’t even see her. Just please do what I’m asking, and I’ll let you peek in on cheerleading practice today. I’ll make sure all the girls are wearing the tight butt-shorts I know you like.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor. I’ll be there and ready to do whatever!”

“Good. Now get back to homeroom.”

As Eugene was leaving, Tissues entered. He took a good look up and down her nearly naked body before exiting Ms. Connor’s office. He decided to find a cam where he could spy on Tissues and have a nice jerk session, his third of the morning already.

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Connor?” Tissues asked.

“Yes. I love the outfit, by the way!” Ms. Connor said, eyeing the girl up and down.

“Thank you,” Tissues said and did a twirl. The flared skirt flew out, exposing her clit and ass to Ms. Connor as she turned.

Ms. Connor paused a moment, resisting her urges. There wasn’t time left this morning.

“You need your asshole vibrator ... here,” she put the vibrator on her desk with a tube of lube.

Tissues lubed the vibrator up and slid it up her asshole. Ms. Connor clicked the remote.

“Ahhhhh ... mmmmm...” Tissues moaned.

“Looks like it’s working!” Ms. Connor said.

“Yes, Ms. Connor ... Ooooooo...”

Ms. Connor clicked the vibrator off. She chuckled to herself as she remembered that the remote was connected to an app on her phone. She could control the vibrator anywhere in the world, as long as she had a signal.

“Laia has a problem,” she said, back to business, “and she needs you to assist with her science project this afternoon. The girl who was supposed to help is sick. Make sure you’re in the wings before she’s ready to start. I don’t have time to explain. She’ll tell you what you need to do when you get there. Nothing too difficult.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Tissues replied.

“OK. Thanks. Now off you go! Oh! Remember, no cumming in school for you, yet.”

Tissues left. Ms. Connor worked her hand down her yoga pants and fingered herself to a nice morning cum thinking about what a great day it was going to be!

---

I strutted down the hall toward homeroom after leaving Ms. Connor’s office. The other kids teased me and asked if I had any tissues and all, but I didn’t let it bother me. Sure, I was humiliated to have absolutely no titties, only long, thick nipples. But being so humiliated in public, having my secret revealed, was making my thick clitty throb and my juices run down my legs.

And yet, the feeling I had while dominating my mother last night and this morning got me so horny! What am I? Dominant or submissive? Top or bottom? Did I even have to decide? Could I be both at the same time? I decided not to worry about it and just try to enjoy my new life. At home I can be dominant and here in school I can be a totally submissive humiliation slut who isn’t allowed to cum even though I have a buzzing vibrator up my butt.

I hoped to be pulled into the girl’s room again to have my clothes fixed by Tanya and Laia. In fact, I thought about being stripped to the point of only my huge clitty being covered. I wasn’t ready for that humiliating secret to be exposed. I knew everyone would call it a dick. The thought of walking the halls topless with just a flap covering my clitty and high-heeled sandals sent a lightning bolt from my nipples to my clitty.

I wondered if I could bend over at the waist with my legs closed to expose my thick cunny lips but keep my clitty hidden. Maybe expose my asshole too, with the pink antenna of the vibrator sticking out. If so, my whole outfit could be a thin string around my waist with the little flap of fabric hanging down to cover my clitty. Nothing at all covering my butt. The string could come down low in the front so my bald cunny mound could be naked. Maybe I could have the top of my cunny slit showing, too. The thought made me stumble on my heels and I nearly fell over.

Maybe reverse psychology would work. ‘Oh no, Tanya and Laia! Please don’t leave me with just a tiny flap of material covering my clitty! I’ll be sooo humiliated!’ Probably not.

My thoughts turned to what was happening to Mommy Slut. I assumed Giggles was still with her, making her cum over and over. I loved the idea of locking my Mom up in a chastity belt. But I didn’t think I wanted it hidden like Debbie’s Mom’s. Mommy Slut needs to be humiliated as much as I do. She needs to be exposed as a naughty Mommy Slut who needs her horny cunny locked up and controlled by her fifteen-year-old daughter!

As I approached my homeroom, the last thing Ms. Connor said to me popped into my mind, ‘no cumming in school for you, yet.’ Yet ... that meant that at some point, I would be allowed to cum in school. Allowed to cum? Or forced to cum? Or both? I wondered about having giant squirt-cums in school. Would that, most humiliating, of my secrets be exposed? Or would that be kept private? Some of the cheerleaders already knew about my clitty and squirting, but no one had said anything. Surely, I would be teased relentlessly if any such rumors spread through the school.

As much as the thought made my cunny leak down my thighs, I couldn’t bear the humiliation of anyone in school seeing me have a squirt-cum. I would just want to crawl up in a hole and die if that ever happened. I knew that my giant clitty would be exposed eventually, but I needed to keep my humiliating orgasms a secret.

The vibrator in my asshole came to life as I strutted into homeroom. I barely managed to get to my desk without falling over. I grabbed the desk with both hands, realizing that I was slightly bent over. I wondered how much of me was exposed to the homeroom teacher, Mrs. Webber. I squirmed into my seat, feeling my naked butt and pussy slide across the chair.

“Are you OK, Tissues? ... Oh! I’m sorry ... I mean Anna!” Mrs. Webber said.

The class erupted in laughter and Tissues coughs.

“It’s OK, Mrs. Webber. You can call me Tissues. That’s my nickname now,” I replied. “And, yes, I’m OK. Thank you.”

“Well, please stop at my desk after homeroom.”

“Sure, no problem.”

The bell rang to start homeroom. The class stood for the pledge, which I said with the vibrator buzzing away. After that, came the announcements. Mrs. Webber took attendance. When she was done, there were still a couple of minutes left before the bell. She excused the class to get a head start getting to first period. The rest of the class exited quickly, happy to have a little extra free time. She asked me to close the classroom door. I did and stood next to her desk.

Mrs. Webber was a middle aged, matronly woman with black hair. She was of average height, but a bit overweight. Her huge chest was obvious under her white blouse and suit jacket. She rolled her chair around so she could see all of me. I watched her eyes scan my nearly naked body from the top of my head down to my toes which were visible in my strappy, high-heel sandals.

“Tissues, I normally try to stay out of student’s personal affairs, but I’m concerned. The way you’re dressing. The rumors going around. Are you sure you’re OK?” Ms. Webber asked.

I was very uncomfortable standing in front of her like this and answering personal questions. I just wanted to get this over with and get to first period. At least the vibrator up my butt turned off.

“Yes, Mrs. Webber. I’m fine, thank you.” I replied.

“All of this ... stuff ... you’re doing it willingly?”

“Yes, Mrs. Webber.”

“You’re nearly naked! Your nipples are exposed in that top.” She stared at my throbbing nipples.

“It’s OK. That’s what I want. I used to stuff my bra, but I now feel that’s lying, so I want everyone to see how flat my chest really is.”

“I see. But that skirt is so short. I could see your bottom when you walked in.”

“I know. Isn’t it cute?” I said and turned slowly, turning my back to her, “You can’t see my cunny, can you?”

“No, but I thought I would have when you leaned on your desk earlier. You must have a very tiny thong on.”

I was getting a little more comfortable and felt that Mrs. Webber was truly concerned and not just trying to get a close look. I decided to see if she could help me answer a question I had in my mind.

“Oh! I don’t wear panties anymore. Can you see my cunny if I lean over this much?” I said bending forward a little at the waist.

“Well! I can see more of your bottom, but nothing else.”

“Can you help me? I want to see how far I can bend over before my cunny shows. Can you see it now?” I leaned forward more, putting my hands on my knees.

“I ... no, not with your legs closed...”

“That’s OK. I want to check with my legs closed. I think bending over with my legs spread would be a little naughty, don’t you?”

“A little, yes. Wait. There’s a little pink thing between your bottom cheeks. What’s that?”

I forgot about my vibrator’s antenna. I had to think quick. I didn’t want to get Ms. Connor in trouble.

“Oh, that’s just from my doctor. It’s a personal medical tracking thing.”

“I see. It must be uncomfortable.”

“I’m getting used to it. It’s a little distracting when it takes a measurement. It vibrates in there.” I giggled to myself.

“Goodness! I bet. I’m sure that’s why your cunny is leaking so much fluid down your thighs.”

“Maybe. So you can see that too now?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“What can you see now?” I said and bent forward more so that my hands were half-way down my shins.

“Oh My!” she gasped, “I can see your cunny now! I ... wow! The lips are so dark and thick! And I can see that the pink thing is coming out of your anus, for sure now.”

“Can you see my clitty?”

“Uhhh ... no. I can’t.

Just then, the vibrator turned on at a very high setting.

“MMmmmmmmm...” I couldn’t hold in a moan.

“That pink thingy is vibrating! It must be maddening. What kind of doctor would do such a thing to a nice girl?”

“I know, just try to ignore it. I can’t let it make me orgasm.”

“Oh! Goodness no. Not right here in front of my face!”

As much as I needed to cum, I held back.

“I wish I could see what you see so I could be sure.”

“Hmmmm ... Well, I could trace what I see with my finger so you can at least feel. Would that help?”

“Uhhh ... OK, give it a try.”

“Well, I’ll start here. This is how high up your bottom I can see,” I felt her finger touch me lightly about an inch above my butthole, “Then your cheeks are a little spread, so I can see to here,” I felt her finger tracing around my butthole. I thought I could tell that the wrinkle part was still invisible.

“Can you see any of the little wrinkle part?” I asked, trying to hold still and keep from cumming.

“No. Your cunny lips start here,” she said and I felt her finger lightly slide down the left side of my cunny, almost to my clitty, then back up the right side.

“Are they spread at all? Can you see the pink inside?”

“No,” she said and ran her finger along the slit, “with your legs closed, I think your cunny will stay closed.

“How about now?” I asked and put my hands down on the floor. I was able to keep my legs closed and knees locked due to all the stretching in cheer practice.

“Wow!” she said and traced around my anus and cunny while giving the play by play, “I can see the wrinkle of your butthole now. It’s nice and pink! And I see a lot more of your cunny lips. It’s open a little now and I can see the soaking wet cunny hole. My goodness! That thing vibrating in your anus looks like it has you terribly aroused.”

“Mmmmmm ... yes ... it does! Can you see my clitty at all?”

“No,” she said as she kept up the light touches on my butthole and cunny.

“OK!” I said standing up and facing her again, “Ohhh ... good thing we stopped there. I was so close to an orgasm.”

“Well, if you think it will help you concentrate, maybe you should let yourself orgasm.”

“Nah, maybe later. I kinda like walking around like this,”

The bell rang. I thanked Mrs. Webber and left the woman sitting there with my cunny juice all over her fingers. I walked out to the crowded hallway with the vibrator buzzing up my butthole and my thighs slick with juice. All I could think about was wearing a little flap over my huge clitty and nothing else!

---

And so, my day went. Giggles left me a sweaty mess. She wasn’t as severe with the straps and flogger, but she was a master tickler. She had me in hysterics for long stretches without rest. She forced me to cum so many times, my pussy muscles were sore and my asshole burned.

She had to leave before my next babysitter arrived. I saw the camera on my dresser and made sure to be in the shot as I masturbated, as ordered. I had one orgasm on my fingers and then used one of the dildoes to have a second before Ms. Jansen arrived.

Unlike Giggles before her, Ms. Jansen was very severe with the straps and cane. My skin was on fire from my tits to my knees. She even punished the bottoms of my feet. She didn’t tickle me at all. She just went from strap to dildo to cane to another dildo to flogger to yet a bigger dildo. I begged her to stop, but she kept making me cum. I was finally starting to see the point of this treatment. I didn’t want to cum anymore. But I was being forced to have one painful orgasm after another.

Before she left, Ms. Jansen left me a vibrator that had a clit stimulator and a vibrating butt plug. She made sure to get in the camera shot to make sure my daughter knew I had them. I was alone again and used the vibrators to bring myself to another painful orgasm.

And so, the rest of my day went. One after another the babysitters arrived. They punished me, tickled me, and forced me to cum. My pussy stopped producing juices, but they all had plenty of lube to use on the large dildoes they fucked me with. I masturbated in front of the camera when I was alone.

After Ms. Jansen, I got to meet Tommy’s Mom, Diana, the owner of the shoe store. Rather than strapping me, she used different clamps and things on my nipples, pussy lips, and clit. They hurt like hell on my sore body. It was getting harder and harder to get off, but she still managed to give me a few large orgasms. She said that she saw the video of me and her son in the storage room and promised to bring him back sometime for more fun. I thought about her son’s bald little dicky squirting off without being touched and had another orgasm.

A lady named Ms. Martin came next. She said that she helped Tissues at the strip club. I thanked her for being so nice to my daughter. Instead of punishing me, she pierced my sore nipples. She took her time, sliding thicker and thicker bars in the hole. I had one thick dumbbell in each nipple when she was done. She fucked my pussy and asshole with the strap on and made me use the vibrator on my clit to get off. She promised to come back and tattoo my pussy and asshole sometime.

Even Debbie’s Mom, Randy, showed up. She stripped down to her chastity belt and strapped me mercilessly. She wasn’t used to being in charge, but she had some pent-up anger that she released on me. She wouldn’t make me cum, though. Instead, she made me masturbate. I used the vibrators to force myself to cum. It was difficult, but I thought about my daughter strutting around school nearly naked and was able to get myself off.

When Randy left, I had a little time left before I expected Miss to arrive. I spent that time masturbating with the vibrators in front of the camera. But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t make myself cum anymore. My body was spent. But I tried. I wanted to please my daughter. I just couldn’t get myself over the top.

Chapter 9

Pat Cottrell, Eugene’s mother, arrived at Ms. Connor’s office just after homeroom. She was a tall, thin middle-aged woman who had let her short hair go grey. She looked and dressed like the housewife from a 1950’s TV show.

They exchanged pleasantries and Ms. Connor got right to the point. She explained that Eugene was watching and recording girls in the school and that he used the video to ‘abuse himself’ multiple times a day at school. Pat listened quietly and didn’t seem surprised, even when she was shown a video of Eugene in the act. She added that, since the girls were underage, that Eugene was breaking the law and the school had an obligation to report the activity to law enforcement.

“I’m so glad you brought this to my attention,” Pat said, “Eugene has a problem at home too. Please let’s see if we can resolve this without the police.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Ms. Connor replied, “tell me more about what Eugene’s doing at home.”

Pat explained that Eugene plays with his little peepee (her words) constantly. He’s always watching pornography on his laptop and he even spies on his own mother. She catches him in the act almost daily and he shows no embarrassment nor any will to stop. She even admitted that she caught Eugene wearing her underwear. She was squirming in her seat as she described Eugene’s naughty activities. Was she getting horny?

“Do ... you have any proof of that? Eugene wearing your underwear?” Ms. Connor asked.

“Oh yes. Right here on my phone!” Pat replied and showed Ms. Connor about a dozen pictures of Eugene wearing the woman’s old-fashioned, foundation wear. The woman had several full-bodied girdles with garter straps attached that her son used. Eugene looked totally ridiculous making the coach laugh to herself, ‘this is just too good to be true!’ she thought.

“I always find my underthings in the laundry with ... evidence ... of him playing with his little peepee in them,” she admitted.

“Oh ... Gross!”

“Yes ... AND, he has even recorded me on hidden camera. It’s so embarrassing.”

“What did he record you doing?”

“Well ... I...” Pat blushed, “You know I’ve been a single mother since Eugene was a baby ... I haven’t been with any other man, and ... Oh! He recorded me masturbating! I’m so ashamed!”

“Please, don’t be. Everyone does it and it’s not your fault that Eugene recorded you. Eugene’s obsession is worse than I thought,” Ms. Connor said.

“I know. I had no idea this had spilled into school. Eugene is such a good student, but this is getting out of hand,” Pat said while reaching into her pocketbook. “I looked online and got some advice on a website. They said I should get one of these, but I don’t have the heart to use it. What do you think?

Pat put a chastity device on the desk. It was a cage that covered the penis, with a lock that went around the ball sac.

“It’s the smallest size they have,” Pat continued, “since Eugene’s peepee is so small.”

Ms. Connor knew immediately what to do. She would humiliate Eugene and save herself and the girls at the same time. Her pussy was soaking the crotch of her yoga pants as she thought about it.

“Well, Pat, this is a most unusual turn of events, but I like Eugene a lot. He helps me and the cheerleading team with all the computers and stuff. Here’s what we’re going to do, I need you to be here this afternoon...”

Ms. Connor explained some of her plan to Pat. She didn’t want the woman to have all the details for fear she would back out. She called Annie in to explain her part. Ms. Connor noted Pat eyeing Annie up and down, especially when the girl crossed or uncrossed her legs. Pat agreed to everything without question. She was a submissive! Ms. Connor could spot it a thousand miles away. But still, she left some of what she would need Pat to do secret for now.

When Pat left, Ms. Connor gave a few more details to Annie and told her that she would get an A on her project, for sure. Annie left to continue her preparations for the presentation.

Ms. Connor picked up her phone.

“Officer O’Neil, please ... Brian? It’s Linda ... Yeah, yeah, yeah everything’s great ... listen can you and Bob come over to the school this afternoon? ... Cool! Here’s what I need...”

Ms. Connor explained what she needed from the officers. They agreed after she promised to pay them their usual fee. That meant she’d be getting fucked rotten by two police officers tonight. The thought made her clit quiver.

She was going to get herself off quick but was interrupted by a call from the secretary telling her that Annie’s mom was waiting to see her. She told the secretary to send the woman in.

The woman who came into her office was stunning. Mid 30’s, long curly blonde hair, firm C-cup tits braless under a tight, pink dress with matching strappy heels.

Ms. Connor stood and came out from behind her desk, feeling under dressed in her cropped tank top, yoga pants and sneakers. She extended her hand to greet the woman.

“Hi, I’m Ms. Connor, the cheerleading coach. Nice to...” Ms. Connor started.

The woman went right in and embraced Ms. Connor tightly. She felt the woman’s hard nipples against her own and returned the embrace.

“I know exactly who you are! I’m Loni Hansen, Annie’s mother. Please call me Loni. Thank you so much for helping Annie. I’m so happy. If there’s anything I can do to help the team, please ask me. I don’t know if Annie told you, but I was a cheerleader, myself.” she said, holding the embrace a few seconds longer.

They talked a few minutes about each other’s cheerleading experience. Ms. Connor went over the practice schedule for Annie and brought Loni up to speed on the upcoming competition. Since Annie was so new, Ms. Connor told Loni that Annie could only watch. Loni agreed, since Annie had never even cheered before.

The conversation turned to life experiences of cheerleaders. Loni reminisced about dating football players and, she even admitted that she had lesbian experiences with her teammates. That turned the conversation to sex. Loni explained that she wanted her daughter to experience life to the fullest. Not that she wanted her daughter to be a total slut but didn’t want her to be naive to life’s pleasures.

Ms. Connor shared some stories herself, very tame ones to say the least. During the conversation, she took Loni to be a sub who was trying to be more assertive.

“Well, I think I know just the thing to help get Annie out of her shell a bit,” Ms. Connor said, “I need to send a couple of the girls over to Principal Jackson’s this weekend. Some kind of charity thing, I think. Is Annie available? She won’t need to do any cheers. I’m pretty sure it’s a ‘stand around and look pretty’ job.”

“Oh yes. I know exactly what you’re talking about. Of course, Annie will be there.”

“Great. I’ll text you the details and let you know when I’ll be picking her up on Saturday. Make sure she packs for overnight. The girls will stay at Jackson’s place. She’ll need two outfits like she has on today, plus two swimsuits.”

“She’ll be so excited. Especially since it’s for charity.”

“Before you leave, I must say that you look gorgeous in that dress. It fits you like a glove!”

“Oh, this old thing?” she joked and did a twirl.

“It hides your panty lines perfectly!” Ms. Connor added as a subtle hint, thinking maybe Loni wanted to relive some of her high school lesbian experiences.

“Ugh! I never wear underwear. I hate it. Dress and shoes are all I ever wear. I don’t even like the dresses with bras built in. I cut them out. I tried to convince Annie to do the same, but baby steps, I guess.”

“Well, can I let you in on a little secret? I convinced Annie to take her little panties off earlier. She still has the padded bra in her dress though.”

“Wow, we can do great things together! You know, she’s still a virgin if you can believe such a thing in this day and age?

“I kinda figured that but I guess you never know.”

“Maybe that will get taken care of this weekend. She really needs it.”

“Like I said, you never know.”

Loni fluffed her hair as she said, “I know I look and feel so much better after a nice big orgasm.”

Ms. Connor’s nipples were getting stiffer, and her pussy was making a wet spot in her yoga pants. She noticed Loni’s nipples poking out more and more as the discussion went on, as well. She decided then and there to just go with it.

“I know how you feel,” Ms. Connor said, pulling her top up and off, “Strip!”

Loni stared, open-mouthed for a second, “I ... uhhh...”

“NOW! I don’t have all fucking day,” she kicked her sneakers off and shimmied out of her tight yoga pants.

Loni still didn’t move. Ms. Connor went over and roughly ran a hand up Loni’s dress, right up to her pussy. She found it soaking wet. Loni moaned, spreading her legs.

“I knew it,” Ms. Connor said, pulling her hand away and shoving her wet fingers in Loni’s mouth, “a submissive little lezzie slut. That’s what you are, aren’t you?”

“I am...” was all Loni could say before she sucked the fingers into her mouth.

“I told you to strip. If you don’t strip completely in ten seconds, I’ll strip you myself and throw you out of here butt naked.”

That woke Loni up. She kicked off her heels and peeled herself out of her dress, standing naked at attention when she was done in five seconds flat. She swallowed hard, waiting for whatever was coming next. Her pink nipples were dark with her arousal and her thighs were shiny with her pussy juice. Like her daughter, Loni’s pussy was waxed bald.

“Get on the floor and spread your legs,” Ms. Connor ordered.

Loni quickly obeyed. Ms. Connor got in position to pussy-fuck Annie’s mother right on the floor of her office. Once on the floor, she shimmied forward until their pussies touched. Loni moaned and started humping.

“Don’t fucking move!” Ms. Connor said, slapping Loni’s left tit hard.

“Oooo ... Yes, Mistress!” Loni answered.

Ms. Connor slapped Loni’s right tit, “Call me Ms. Connor!”

“Yes, Ms. Connor!”

“Now, don’t you dare cum until your told,”

“I ... I won’t, Ms. Connor. I won’t,”

Ms. Connor was pressed for time, so she worked humped hard and fast. She teased Loni verbally as she humped her. The submissive mom held still and allowed Ms. Connor to take control, moaning loudly after each verbal assault.

“I had your little virgin daughter in her naked this morning...”

“I licked her little pussy, but didn’t let her cum...”

“I sent her out with no panties, like the little slut I’m gonna make her...”

“She’s gonna get her cherry popped this weekend for sure...”

“Principal Jackson is gonna pop it with his huge black cock!”

Loni couldn’t hold out and started to cum. Ms. Connor was right along with her as Loni lost control and humped back against Ms. Connor’s soaking wet pussy. The coach stood up when she was done. Loni lay on the floor gasping for breath.

“You’re fucking useless. I told you to lay still and not to cum. Get the fuck up and get out ... NOW!” Ms. Connor ordered.

“I ... I’m sorry ... I just ... Ms. Connor,” Loni said as she jumped to her feet to obey. She was dressed and out in no time.

Ms. Connor would definitely be using that hot little slut again.

“Wow, that’s two submissive mommies giving up their daughters to me in one week!” She said out loud to herself as she got dressed.

---

The vibrator up my butt and the thought of walking around even more naked than I already was kept had me distracted all day. I made it through my morning classes somehow. The teachers really liked having me come up to the board or their desk to put me on full display of the class. The teasing from my classmates was still relentless. I was getting used to it.

Each time I went up to the board, I thought about dropping the chalk on the floor, so I’d have to carefully bent over just enough to reveal my cunny lips to the class. I knew the class would erupt and there would be comments about my lack of panties. I was so close to cumming just thinking about it, especially when the vibrator was buzzing away.

But I chickened out. I made sure to adjust my skirt when I got out of my seat, so I was showing plenty of butt cheek and cunny mound. My men teachers definitely had boners and I saw Mrs. Wilson, my English teacher, rocking her foot with her legs crossed. I knew she was rubbing her clitty between her thighs. I thought she even orgasmed but couldn’t be sure.

I was disappointed that I wasn’t pulled into the girl’s room to have my clothes cut up. My outfit stayed as it was when I put it on at home. The good thing was that I kept my throbbing clitty out of view. I was starting to think that I was savoring that moment, instead of just not being ready.

When I was walking to lunch, someone grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around.

“Why do YOU get to walk around so naked?” A girl’s voice said, “Fucking cheerleaders get to have all the fun.”

I recognized the girl as Debbie’s little sister, Kerrie. She’s a sophomore. I always see her in the halls dressed kinda slutty. Nowhere near as slutty as I was dressed, though. I remembered Debbie referring to her as ‘her little slut sister.’ She was blonde, but you could see her black roots.

She was wearing matching pink crop tank top and biker shorts. Her small titties were obviously braless. Her little nipples poked out, but her top wasn’t sheer like mine, so I couldn’t tell what color they were. Her shorts were pulled up tight into her slit, showing off her camel toe. She had cheesy pink flip flops on her feet.

“I ... I don’t know ... I never thought about it,” I replied. She intimidated me for some reason.

“Well, it’s fucking bullshit. I’m older than you, so I should be able to be show more!”

She folded the bottom of her crop top up to just below her little titties, then she pulled her shorts tighter up into her slit and rolled the waist down, exposing her cunny mound. Even still, I was much more naked.

Just then, Debbie walked up. I was shocked to see her braless! Her huge titties were swinging back and forth, and her thick, dark nipples were in full view under her off-white top. It made me self-conscience of my flat chest, making my nipples throb.

“Eew. Skank!” Debbie said to her sister, looking her up and down.

“Me? Look at her!” Kerrie said.

“Didn’t that little girlie slit of yours get punished enough last time you fucked with a cheerleader?” Debbie asked.

“Fucking cunt!” Kerrie spat at me and started to away.

As Kerrie walked by, Debbie grabbed her by the waistband of her shorts. She quickly controlled her sister by grabbing her wrists and pulling them up over her head.

“Is this what you want? Huh? You little fucking slut,” Debbie said as she held Kerrie’s wrists with one hand and worked her top up, exposing her little tittles and girlish nipples. A circle of kids surrounded them and cheered Debbie on.

“Let go, you fucking cow!” Kerrie yelled, trying to twist free.

“Naked? You want to be naked?” Debbie said, yanking the girl’s shorts down to expose her butt and bald slit.

Debbie held her for a few seconds before letting go. Kerrie quickly fixed her clothes and ran off.

“Oh my God!” I said with my hands over my mouth.

“Ms. Connor won’t like it, but it was worth it,” Debbie said as we walked to the cafeteria together.

Lunch was lunch. My teammates had fun making me walk back and forth to the counter or put stuff in the trash for them. I was embarrassed, of course, but I was starting to get off more and more on showing off my body. I think the encounter with Debbie’s little sister showed that I wasn’t alone in wanting to show off. Sure, her body was more ... normal than mine. But why should she have all the fun? It made me feel special that for some reason I was allowed to show off more than her.

It’s totally true that no one in school but me is dressed this way. At least one person was jealous.

Lunch ended and it was time to head to the auditorium for the science project presentations. The entire school had to attend. All the students and teachers crowded the hallways leading to the auditorium. It was so crowded, some of the kids got away with grabbing or slapping my naked butt. By the time I turned around, whoever it was blended into the crowd. I was enjoying the attention and smiled to myself.

I found Ms. Connor outside the stage door. She told me to find a seat in the front of the auditorium until Annie Hanson’s presentation was done, then find her backstage. I took the first empty seat on the side aisle I could find and waited for the show to start.

Chapter 10

Ms. Connor had one last thing to take care of before heading to the auditorium. She picked up her phone and dialed Principal Jackson’s number.

“Hi ... Yes ... It’s a surprise, don’t make me ruin it for you ... Don’t worry, everything is taken care of ... No, the school is in no danger ... If anything goes wrong, just blame me ... I’m not worried ... Yes, I have two cheerleaders ready for your weekend ... Yes, they’re cherry! ... I’ll even throw in one of their mothers if it will help relax you ... Yes, she’s hot. She’s a former cheerleader herself! ... Fine, she’ll be there...”

She hung up the desk phone and grabbed her cell phone to send a quick text.

‘Hey Loni. I need you to chaperone the girls at Principal Jackson’s thing this weekend. Prepare the same way as Annie. You might as well be some eye candy while you’re there. Consider this a start to make up for cumming without permission. Don’t fuck this up.’

She dropped the phone in her purse and made her way to the auditorium.

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I set everything up the way Ms. Connor instructed. It took me most of the day, and I was annoyed that I only had enough time to jerk off three times before the presentations were ready to start. I didn’t even have time to figure out what happened to my private video stash and live feeds on the network. Everything disappeared somehow. But I knew that I had to keep up appearances that I was doing nothing but helping Ms. Connor and the cheerleaders right now. My plot to put them all under my thumb would have to wait. I was so close I could taste it. My dick twitched in my pants just thinking about it.

I set up the cameras the way she wanted and showed the idiot cheerleaders how to aim them and zoom in and out. I even managed to teach one of them how to change what camera’s shot would display on the big video screens on either side of the stage. It should have taken two minutes, but it took more like thirty. Good thing these cheerleaders are so hot. At least they can marry some rich dude to take care of them. Once I had my way with them, first!

When I was done, I found Ms. Connor in the wings and told her that everything was ready. She stroked my dick like the slut she is and asked me to stay back in the wings with her just in case anything went wrong. The ditz would never be able to fix anything herself. Of course, I bit my tongue and agreed.

“Thank you, Eugene,” Ms. Connor said, “I don’t know how the team will ever repay you for all you’re doing.”

“No problem, Ms. Connor,” Eugene said, “Anything for the team. You know that. Oh, and I set the stage up for sound. You won’t need microphones.”

“Oh! That’s brilliant, Eugene. Why didn’t I think of that?”

‘Because you’re blonde and hot,’ I thought to myself.

I knew Annie was supposed to present her stupid volcano before that hot Spanish cheerleader, Laia’s presentation. But I didn’t see Annie anywhere, or her cheesy volcano.

The stage door opened, and a hot black-haired chick came in. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ I thought to myself.

“Sorry I’m late, Ms. Connor. I’m so nervous, I had to go pee again.” The girl said.

“No problem, Annie,” Ms. Connor said, “Eugene was just finishing up everything.”

“Oh, hi Eugene! Thanks for getting everything ready! Sorry I wasn’t around to help you.”

I was stunned. This hot chick was Annie? My Annie? I was speechless.

I heard Mr. Jackson talking to the assembly over the loudspeakers. He was out in front of the curtain, which was still closed. I felt my self being pulled out onto the stage. When I came to my senses, I realized that Ms. Connor grabbed me by the elbow.

“Oh, shit, Eugene!” she said as she pulled me to the center of the stage. “What the fuck is that rope doing hanging there? Help me get rid of it. Step up on the platform.”

She pulled me up onto the platform. My shoulder rubbed her tit as she did. I nearly fainted, but I managed to reach up and try to grab the rope. In a split-second Ms. Connor turned me around and my face was between her gorgeous titties. Before I knew it she had my wrists secured to cuffs over my head.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

“Just shut the fuck up, you creepy little shit. I know what you’ve been up to and if you don’t play along, you’re going to be in deep shit.”

She pointed to back to the wings and I saw two cops talking to Annie and my mom. What the fuck was Mom doing here? Then the school nurse joined them wearing her usual short, tight nurse’s uniform. I tugged at the cuffs at my wrists, but I couldn’t get free.

Ms. Connor explained what she knew and that the cops were ready to arrest me for possession of child porn. If I didn’t go along with whatever was happening here, I was going right to jail. My mom was in on everything. I still had no idea what the fuck the nurse was doing there, but I thought I should just keep my mouth shut and see what happened.

She left me there and Annie walked out on the stage. She didn’t say anything to me. All I heard was Principal Jackson.

“And now we have Annie Hanson’s presentation on Aberrant Sexual Behavior in Teen Boys.”

What the fuck? I tugged at my cuffs again, but I was stuck. I thought about screaming but one look at the two cops in the wings shut me up. I was stuck. The curtains opened and I was hit with bright stage lighting. I couldn’t see much beyond the table that was set up in the orchestra pit for the science project judges.

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I was never more nervous in my whole life. No matter how many times I went to the bathroom, I still felt like I was going to pee my panties. Well, if I had any panties on. So much had happened in the last 24 hours. I went from a geeky hippie-chick to a sexy cheerleader. Me! A cheerleader! Wow!

It was the first time I was ever anywhere with no panties on. And this dress was so short! All day long I felt like I was showing my cunny off to everybody. My bald cunny that my mom took me to have waxed last night. I never felt so naked.

Then there was Ms. Connor making sure I had a proper ‘shine’ all day. It felt so good when she licked my bald little cunny, but she didn’t let me orgasm. She said it would ruin it. I never thought much about masturbating or sex, especially in school. But I knew that I needed to relieve this tension as soon as this presentation was over. Shine or no shine, whatever a shine is, anyway.

The curtain opened and I saw the judges looking up at me. Ms. Connor told them in advance that the topic of my project changed. She said cheerleaders always got away with anything with a pretty smile and wink. So far, so good. Nobody objected and here I was on stage with Eugene tied with his hands over his head. He was such a creep and I wanted to get even with him for all the naughty things he was doing to Ms. Connor and my new teammates.

I cleared my throat and started my presentation by introducing myself. The audience murmured, not believing it was really me up here. I hardly believed it myself.

“You all know Eugene Cottrell, here who has been assisting me with this project for several weeks. Don’t worry, he’s perfectly safe as Nurse Hatchet, who will assist me today, will confirm.”

Nurse Hatchet walked out onto stage, swinging her hips like a runway model. She came to the center of the stage to attest to Eugene’s safety and explain her role and then stood on Eugene’s left side.

“Eugene’s mother, Mrs. Pat Cottrell will also assist. She has given her consent to Eugene’s participation and will assist in some of the demonstrations.”

Mrs. Cottrell nervously came up to the center of the stage.

“I ... I swear that Eugene is participating with his and my consent,” she said and moved to stand on Eugene’s right.

After saying that we had law enforcement representatives present to observe that nothing unlawful was taking place, I explained to the audience that my project was to demonstrate the physical harm that could occur to teen boys by exposure to pornography and frequent masturbation and some controversial methods to reverse the damage. The auditorium erupted in laughter.

I heard Eugene begging with his mother, but she just kept shushing him and pointing over to the police officers in the wings. I’m not sure if what they were saying could be heard by the loud audience. But, eventually, he stopped.

“First, you will notice how under-developed Eugene is compared to boys his age...”

As I spoke, Mrs. Cottrell demonstrated. When I said that the subject will display lack of body hair, she yanked his shirt up over the cuffs and pointed to his bare chest and armpits. She pulled his shoes and socks off as I explained that this was due to imbalances caused by hormones released while viewing pornography and masturbating. I didn’t know if any of this was true or not. I just said what Ms. Connor told me to.

We couldn’t see from the stage, but I knew that the audience could see close up video of Eugene’s hairless body parts that were being revealed on the big screen TVs on each side of the stage.

I was happy that the audience calmed down. I think they wanted to see just how far this would go. Or maybe they were thinking about what it would feel like to be in Eugene’s place right now. Anyway, it helped calm my nerves and I was able to continue.

Eugene’s Jeans came down and he was left in his tighty-whities. He was visibly relieved when his mother stepped away without removing them. I pointed out his hairless legs.

“Next we’re going to demonstrate the physical effects of excessive masturbation on reproductive health,” I explained, “First, Mrs. Cottrell will give you some background information.”

Mrs. Cottrell stepped forward and said, “Eugene has a terrible problem and I hope that today’s presentation will help him. He masturbates at home four or five times a day on school days and many more on weekends. Even when I walk in on him, he can’t seem to stop himself. I also found out recently that he masturbates several times a day here in school.”

“MOM! No! I don’t!” Eugene screamed.

Mrs. Cottrell went back to her place next to Eugene. I waited for the laughter to stop before I continued.

“My first hypothesis is that this extremely excessive masturbation will manifest itself in arrested penis and testicle development. In order to assure you all and law enforcement that we are proceeding with consent. Mrs. Cottrell will be the one to remove Eugene’s underwear to see if my first hypothesis is correct.”

Mrs. Cottrell went behind Eugene and grabbed the leg bands of his underwear. She waited a few seconds, as instructed.

Eugene turned his head to his mother and begged, “Mom! You can’t let them see my little peepee!”

She tugged them down to his ankles and off. Eugene was completely naked in front of the entire school. He crossed his legs to keep his secret covered.

“NO!! How could you?” he screamed.

I motioned to the wings and Ms. Connor brought out two stands, putting one under each of Eugene’s knees. His legs were spread wide and pushed up above his waist, completely exposing his underdeveloped, hairless penis and testicles. I knew that the large video screens were zoomed in tightly on his humiliating little peepee, as he called it.

I could see the judges looking back and forth from the stage to the video screen, taking lots of notes.

I continued, “Nurse Hatchet will now examine Eugene’s penis and testicles and tell us what she finds.”

The nurse took a minute to handle Eugene’s obviously tiny penis and testicles and measure them. She then turned to the audience.

“My examination is inconclusive. Eugene’s penis is only semi-erect. He must have a full erection for proper measurements to take place,” she explained.

“Well,” I said, “Mrs. Cottrell can attest that Eugene frequently masturbated to pictures he took of her in her underwear. In order to further our experiment and prove my hypothesis correct, she will now strip to her underwear to elicit a full erection from her son.”

Mrs. Cottrell stood open mouthed for a moment. This was one of the details that Ms. Connor left out when she explained her plan Eugene’s mother. I thought she would storm off the stage at this point and ruin everything, but she saw the cops there and realized she was stuck. I couldn’t believe it, but she started stripping right there in front of the whole school.

My cunny was dripping as she got down to her lacy black girdle, cream-colored panties and black stockings. The girdle went from her shoulders down to her hips. Her nipples were covered, but the girdle left plenty of cleavage showing. It ran over her belly and the open bottom ended about half-way down her hips. Garter straps connected her thigh high stockings to the girdle. She wore the panties over the garter straps, I guess so she could pee without taking the whole girdle off or disconnecting the garter straps.

Mrs. Cottrell’s face was flushed, and she took it on herself to walk back and forth across the stage, displaying herself fully to Eugene and the whole school.

“It seems to be working,” Nurse Hatchet said, winking at me, “But he is still not fully erect. This may be due to the fact that his girdle fixation is being distracted by the mismatched panties his mother is wearing today.”

My clitty throbbed when I understood what Nurse Hatchet was suggesting. I just went with it.

“Mrs. Cottrell will remove the distracting panties, now.”

I think she was in some kind of sexual trance. She didn’t bat and eye and tugged her panties down and off. I hoped the camera got a close up shot of the thick string of juice that connected her panties to her cunny until they were almost down to her ankles. She was really horny as her thick black and grey bush was revealed.

“MOM!” Eugene screamed, “NOOOO!”

“It’s definitely having an effect. His penis is nearly fully erect,” the nurse reported.

Mrs. Cottrell then said, “Don’t call it a penis. You should call it what we call it at home. His little PEEPEE!”

“That did it,” Nurse Hatchet said, “His penis ... errr, little peepee is now fully erect! I can now proceed with the examination.”

While she examined him, I said, “It seems that the humiliation of having his underdeveloped penis and testicles exposed along with all of us learning that he calls it his little peepee has increased his arousal. That is a new observation that I will need to make note of for future study.”

Nurse Hatchet, having completed her measurements stepped to center stage.

“I can confirm that our student’s first hypothesis is correct. Eugene’s little peepee is substantially underdeveloped. It measures one and five-eights inches long, which is in the lowest one percentile for his age.”

The audience erupted with applause mixed with laughter.

“Thank you, thank you,” I said, getting them to quiet down, “We will now test my second hypothesis, which is that all of the excessive masturbation will result in decreased reproductive viability and sexual potency. Eugene will now be made to ejaculate to test this hypothesis by comparing volume and consistency against known standards. Mrs. Cottrell and Nurse Hatchet will conduct this experiment to ensure both consent and medical appropriateness. Please begin.”

“NO! You can’t jerk me off in front of the whole school. Please! Mom! NOOOOO!”

“Eugene, we need to get you better so your little peepee may grow. Now, I’m going to do it to you just the way you like it, based on the way I’ve seen you do it so many times.”

“NOOOOOO!”

I couldn’t believe it, Mrs. Cottrell squatted next to Eugene, her legs spread revealing her hairy wet cunny to the whole auditorium. Even though we had a tube of lubrication ready for her, she reached between her legs to lube her hand up on her cunny before she started jerking Eugene’s little peepee.

“I’ve also watched you tickle your little testicles like this,” she said and ran the fingernails of her other hand over Eugene’s little balls.

“Aaahhhhhh ... Don’t...”

Nurse Hatchet spoke up as she pulled a rubber glove onto her right hand and lubed up her fingers, “Studies have shown that massage of the male prostate gland during manual stimulation of the penis and testicles greatly increases the volume of ejaculate. The prostrate is massaged by inserting two fingers into the anus like this.”

“NO! You can’t put your fingers up my butt ... NOOOOOO!” Eugene screamed as Nurse Hatchet inserted two fingers into his anus from behind and found his prostrate.

“This will also speed the process up considerably,” she added.

Every so often, Mrs. Cottrell re-lubed her hand by rubbing her soaking wet cunny. Right in front of everyone!

“Everyone please watch on the big screen so you can see the ejaculation closely yourself,” I said, gesturing to the video monitors.

“I’m stroking Eugene’s prostrate now with both fingers. It seems to be responding normally,” Nurse Hatchet said.

“Come on, Baby,” Mrs. Cottrell said, “show Mommy what a nice, big load your little peepee can shoot for everybody!”

“Mom ... P ... Please stop ... I ... My little peeppe is gonna shoot! Mmmmm ... AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!” Eugene screamed.

By the sound of his scream, you would think he would shoot a big wad of cum several feet into the air. Instead, a small drop of clear liquid dripped out of the end of his little peepee. Mrs. Cottrell and the nurse continued their work until a second, smaller drop emerged. Then it was over.

Mrs. Cottrell and Nurse Hatchet stepped back.

As she took her place beside Eugene, Nurse Hatchet said, “Eugene discharged an extremely small amount of ejaculate, even taking into account his underdeveloped little peepee and testicles.”

I stepped over and squatted between Eugene’s legs. Unlike Mrs. Cottrell before me, I was careful to keep my legs closed, so no one would see my naked cunny. Looking at the camera, my face just inches away, I grabbed his little peepee between my thumb and finger. “In addition to what Nurse Hatchet just reported, you can see that Eugene’s ejaculate is completely clear. You will also notice soreness on his little peepee. All of this is irrefutable evidence of extreme self-abuse via obsessive masturbation.

“I would guess, based on these observations and my extensive research, that Eugene is masturbating himself to orgasm ten to fifteen times per day. Is that right, Eugene?”

“Y ... yes...” Eugene admitted.

When the auditorium erupted in laughter, he realized exactly what he was saying and that he was saying it to the whole school. He tried to recover.

“Wait ... I mean ... NO!” He screamed.

“Oh, stop it, Eugene,” his mother said, “Everyone knows now. It’s OK, my little boy.”

“Now that I have established the problem,” I continued my presentation, “I will begin corrective actions with the assistance of Mrs. Cottrell and Nurse Hatchet.”

I grabbed the chastity device and held it up for the camera to zoom in on.

“This device is designed to prevent the Eugene’s little peepee from becoming erect and will completely prevent any masturbation. It locks in place around his testicles and a key is required to release it. It is designed to allow Eugene to urinate normally. Nurse Hatchet will attach the device now. Please note that the device is the smallest size available.”

“NO! Don’t put that thing on my little peepee!” Eugene screamed.

Mrs. Cottrell said, “Please, Baby, don’t worry. It will be OK.”

I continued as Nurse Hatchet proceeded to lock Eugene up. I was starting to have trouble focusing, because I was getting more and more horny by the second. I hoped that Ms. Connor would let me orgasm when this was over.

“Mrs. Cottrell and Nurse Hatchet will each have a key to the device. Obviously, it will need to be removed for cleaning. But, I also believe that stimulating Eugene’s little peepee to full erection several times a day, but not allowing ejaculation will stimulate normal growth patterns. This is similar to a normal teen becoming aroused during the course of the day, but not having Eugene’s obsessive masturbation patterns.

“Now that Eugene’s little peepee is locked up and a course of treatment has begun, this ends my presentation. I will be happy to answer any questions the judges have.”

I laughed to myself when the first judge complimented me on the amount of time and preparation that must have gone into my project. If she only knew that we put the whole thing together in a couple of hours...

They asked a lot of questions about how long Eugene would be locked up and what will happen when he is finally released. I told them that follow-up would need to be conducted with Eugene’s doctor, since my project was over. There were a lot of comments from the judges after that.

“Well, I can envision a longer-term project done by you here in school where you can earn college credit for following Eugene’s progress and testing your hypotheses going forward.”

“I think it would be interesting to all of us, our student body included, to have a follow-up presentation in a few weeks to see if Eugene’s started to develop normally.”

“I know I would be very interested to see if, at some point, Eugene can have a normal ejaculation.”

“It may be worth-while to delve into Eugene’s taste in pornography. His fixation on his mother is not unusual for a boy his age, but what other scenarios aroused him.”

After a few minutes, Principal Jackson came onto the stage.

“Thank you very much, Judges for your interest. Let me say that we’re quite proud of Ms. Hansen’s work here and I’m sure she would be more than happy to do follow-up work for extra and/or college credit.” He started to clap his hands, which started a round of applause from the audience.

I saw the curtains start to close, so I took a bow and stepped back to make sure the curtain closed in front of me.

Chapter 11

‘Oh My God!’ I thought to myself when Annie Hansen’s presentation was done. My nipples swelled so much that the material of my top was barely covering them. I struggled to keep my hands off my throbbing clitty. I knew that I’d probably squirt-cum all over my seat if I even touched it.

The whole auditorium was standing and cheering. I couldn’t believe that Eugene got jerked off in front of the whole school. And by his own mother while she was flashing her wet, hairy cunny to everybody! It made me think back to when my own mother’s hairy cunny got revealed. Maybe Ms. Connor would shave Mrs. Cottrell’s cunny, like she did to my mom’s.

I was so wrapped up with cheering for Annie’s presentation, that I nearly forgot that I’m supposed to be in the wings helping with Laia’s now. I still didn’t even know what it was about!

I ran up the side aisle and into the stage door. Eugene and his mom were dressed and heading out. Nurse Hatchet and the police officers Annie mentioned were there. Ms. Connor, Debbie, and Laia looked like they were discussing something important. Annie was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.

Laia was dressed so hot. Her tight, white dress barely covered her butt, and made her mocha skin stand out. Not as much as her pink nipples, though. Her white heels gave her nude legs a great shape.

“Hi, Laia! Here I am. What do you need me to do?”

“I don’t have time to talk,” she said, nervously, “You’re just assisting. Don’t worry about it. Just do what I ask and look good. Oh, and take that fucking vibrator out of your asshole!”

Laia walked out onto the stage, leaving me with no answers. I was practically naked, so I guess I looked good. I adjusted my skirt to make sure I was exposing some cunny mound, but no clitty. Then I pulled the vibrator out of my butt. Ms. Connor and Debbie continued their heated conversation in whispers, so I couldn’t hear what they said. Debbie wasn’t happy about whatever it was.

I looked up to see Laia waving me onto the stage. She seemed to be panicking about something. I ran onto the stage as fast as my heels would allow and met up with Laia.

“The handcuffs are still there from Annie’s presentation. Help me get rid of them.”

I wasn’t sure how I could help. Laia’s taller than me, anyway. But I was told to assist, so I reached up to see if I could untie the cuffs from the rope hanging there.

“Gotcha!” Laia said as she snapped the cuffs onto my wrists.

“What? Why?” I said, confused.

“Don’t worry,” Laia said, patting my butt, “Just go with it and you won’t get punished.”

“Please ... Don’t...” I begged.

I watched as a doctor’s exam table was rolled onto the stage and set up behind me. The back was all the way up and Laia got me into a sitting position on the table. I was too confused to struggle much, and I didn’t want to get punished. It finally dawned on me that I was going to be the subject of Laia’s science project. My nipples felt like they were going to explode and my clitty throbbed.

One at a time, Laia released my wrists from the cuffs on the rope and attached them to the back of the high-back of the table. My arms were spread now, but still high over my head. I also noticed Nurse Hatchet come onto the stage.

“Just relax, Baby,” Laia said, “Everything’s gonna be cool.” She adjusted my skirt to make sure my cunny wasn’t showing.

I heard Principal Jackson announce Laia’s project and the curtains opened. I was hit with the stage lights and really couldn’t see anything, but as soon as I came into view the Tissues coughs came from the audience. The entire school was looking at me. Laia started her presentation, and the crowd quieted down. I still didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, so I decided to just stay quiet. I looked over at Ms. Connor in the wings and thought about how she would punish me if I blew it.

“Today I’m presenting my project on unusual growth and development. As you can see, I’m being assisted by Tissues. Nurse Hatchet will also assist to assure that appropriate medical standards are followed. As with our prior presentation, law enforcement is present to assure that no laws are broken.

“We all know what has happened with Tissues this week. She had been lying to us all by stuffing her bra with tissues in order to make us think she had breasts. This demonstrates the humiliation that can be associated with having a body that’s different than others. She would rather lie than face the humiliation.

“As part of my project, she has been wearing more revealing clothing to help slowly alleviate the humiliation. Also, exposing more of her body, with extremely short skirts, for example, helped take attention away from her extremely under-developed breasts.”

“Let me remove her top, so you may observe the development of her chest more closely.”

Laia walked over and grabbed some scissors from behind the table somewhere. She cut the straps of my top. I closed my eyes as I felt the scissors slide up the center of my chest. I heard the ‘snip’ of fabric being cut and felt my top being pulled away. I knew that my humiliating titties were not only in full view but being displayed on the two big-screen TVs.

As if they wanted to be seen, my nipples swelled bigger than I ever felt them.

Laia continued, “As you can see, Tissues has absolutely no breast flesh. Her body concentrated all of her breast growth to her nipples.”

As she said this, she poked around on my chest. I could feel her fingertip hitting my ribs, confirming that I had no breast flesh. Then she started squeezing my nipples.

“My research has shown that humiliation sometimes causes extreme sexual arousal in adolescent girls suffering from abnormal development of sexual organs. Clearly, Tissues is aroused, judging by the size and color of her nipples. Also, my manual examination confirms that her body is pumping large amounts of blood to her nipples.”

I didn’t need Laia to tell me I was horny. My clitty was on fire and I know I was making a puddle on the seat.

“As a point of comparison, I would like to call on Debbie Russo. You all know her as our head cheerleader.”

Debbie strutted onto the stage with an angry look on her face. Her huge, braless titties swung freely as she walked. She walked up next to me and then pulled her top over her head and off! The audience erupted.

“As you can see, Debbie has extremely large breasts, but her areola and nipples are proportionate in size. Notice that Tissues’ nipples are longer and thicker than Debbie’s, but she has very little areola flesh.”

Laia walked behind Debbie and squeezed both of her nipples.

“Also, even though Debbie’s nipples seem erect, this is their natural state. My manual examination reveals no heightened sexual arousal. Her nipples are naturally this dark, as I have observed in the locker room on many occasions. They are not experiencing any increased blood flow. Thank you, Debbie.”

Debbie strutted off the stage with her top swinging in her hand. The crowd cheered her on.

Now I knew what she was arguing with Ms. Connor about earlier. That was a fun distraction, but the attention would turn back to me.

“I will now test my hypothesis that the abnormal development we observed on Tissues’ extremely flat chest will also be observed elsewhere.”

‘Oh my God! Here it comes. She’s gonna show the whole school my humiliating clitty!’

“Laia, please! I’m not ready!” I begged.

A stagehand came onto the stage and attached stirrups to the exam table I was on. Laia adjusted the back, so I was laying flatter, but not all the way back. I could still look up and see the judges. Then she strapped my legs to the stirrups, being careful to keep my skirt covering my cunny. I thought about how silly I must have looked wearing sexy heels with my feet up like this. She pulled my hips forward so my butt came off the end of the table.

“Many of you may not consider the anus a sexual organ. However, our nervous system is wired in such a way that stimulation of the anus triggers a sexual response in the brain. As such, physical development of the anus should mirror that of other sexual organs, such as the breasts and nipples.”

Laia put her hand on my mound, the tip of her middle finger rested on my clitty making it quiver. She raised my skirt a little. I couldn’t really tell for sure, but I thought my cunny was still covered. I know my whole naked butt was visible, at least.

She squatted between my legs and with one hand spread my butthole with her thumb and finger. On one hand, I was relieved that my clitty was still covered, but on the other, the whole school was getting a close-up view of my spread butthole on the big screen TVs.

“Hmmmm, just as I suspected. An adolescent experiencing normal development would have darkening of the skin of the outer anus. But, as you can see, Tissues’ anal skin maintains it’s lily-white pigment as far in as we can see. Also, there is very little wrinkling. It is clearly underdeveloped.”

As she said this, she tickled the center of my butthole with her finger. I felt it winking to the camera. I heard a snap and looked over to see Nurse Hatchet putting on a rubber glove and squeezing some lube out of a tube.

“I’m going to ask Nurse Hatchet to perform a physical examination of Tissues’ anus. Nurse?”

Nurse Hatchet switched places with Laia. First, she looked at my butthole for a few seconds.

“My initial observation is that there is considerable viscous liquid on her anus. This can only be coming from her vagina, further confirming sexual arousal as Laia noted earlier.”

Nurse Hatchet had her back to the audience. She looked up at me and licked her lips as she inserted her middle finger up my butthole in front of the whole school.

“AAAAhhhhhhh ... Mmmmmm...” I couldn’t help but moan as she moved her finger in and out.

She continued, “My finger slid unopposed into her anus. As you can see, I can easily slide my finger in and out. This indicates a sexual maturity of the anus that is contradictory to the underdeveloped coloring Laia observed.”

Laia said, “Nurse, please continue your examination. Judges, please note Tissues’ body movements as the finger is moved in and out of her anus. This is clear evidence of sexual arousal occurring from anal stimulation and the humiliation of exposure, proving that my hypothesis is correct. Abnormal development is present in the anus, as well.”

Nurse Hatchet finally stopped fucking my butthole and stood while removing her glove. The crowd cheered and Laia took a bow. I got a quick peek at Laia’s bald cunny lips before she straightened up and adjusted her dress.

“Ugh!” I protested, forgetting for a minute that the whole school was watching. I really needed to cum.

“Now that we have examined two very important secondary sexual organs - breasts and anus - we must turn our attention to the primary sexual organ.”

“Oh my God! No! Please not that! They saw enough!” I begged.

Laia ignored my pleas and slid the scissors under the front of my skirt. In one cut, my skirt was gone. My fat cunny lips and giant clitty were on display.

There was a gasp from the audience, followed by murmuring of oohs and ahs and kids talking to each other. Laia gave them time to observe before resuming her presentation. I could feel my clitty throbbing. I’m sure everyone could see it jerking up and down. I also felt a steady stream of cunny juice run down my crack. It must be making a puddle on the floor.

My one humiliating body part that I wanted to keep secret, at least for now, was exposed to the world.

“Everyone, I know what some of you may be thinking. But that isn’t a penis. It’s Tissues’ clitoris. Just as I suspected, it is extremely large. Let’s make a careful examination of her vaginal area.”

Laia took her place squatting between my legs. As she described my cunny in detail to the whole school, she made sure her fingers were in constant contact with it. I couldn’t control my moaning or trying to hump my cunny against her hand. I wondered if she would make me have a humiliating squirt-cum right on the stage.

“We can all see the extremely large clitoris and long, thick inner labia. They are swollen and quite dark in color indicating increased blood flow and sexual arousal. In addition, I hope you can see on the monitors the amount of vaginal fluid she is producing. It is dripping down to the stage. However, her outer labia and pubic mound are underdeveloped. One would expect a fatty layer under the skin, but I feel nothing but skin and bone. Again, we observe inconsistent development, further proving my hypothesis. Nurse Hatchet will now perform a medical examination of Tissues’ vaginal area.”

They changed places again, and in a few seconds, Nurse Hatchet had me back on the edge.

She said, “I can confirm the extreme underdevelopment of the outer labia and vaginal mound. The inner lips are many times longer and thicker than average. They are engorged with blood and very dark in color. There is a thick coating of vaginal fluid. The clitoris is ... gigantic. It may even meet the medical definition of clitoral elephantitis. It is also engorged with blood, so much so that I feel it throbbing in my fingers. Tissues is extremely sexually aroused, right now.”

The combination of the nurse touching my cunny and the humiliation I felt at having my clitty exposed to the whole school had me in a daze. I’d never been so horny. I totally forgot where I was.

“Yes! Please! Oh My God! My clitty is sooo big! It’s sooo humiliating! Please make it cum. Make it cum right now!”

Nurse Hatchet pulled her hands away from my begging cunny.

“NO!!!” I screamed, “I need to CUM!!”

The crowd erupted in laughter, which only got me hornier.

“Please, please, everyone please quiet down...” Laia said to the audience, “Obviously Tissues has lost herself in a sexually induced trance. She is so sexually aroused that she has lost all sense of control and inhibition. As interesting as it might be at this time, study of orgasm is not included in my project scope. We cannot legally have her orgasm. Nurse Hatchet will spend the remainder of the presentation observing Tissues to assure that doesn’t happen. Nurse, please alert me if Tissues’ is in danger of orgasm, so we may pause the presentation.”

“AAAAHHHHHH! Nooooo! You fucking cunt! Make me cum! Please!” I screamed.

Nurse Hatchet said, “I think it’s safe to say we should pause a minute.”

Laia addressed the audience, “While Tissues calms down a little, I will skip to ask the Judges if they have any questions.”

It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. I missed all the questions while I was struggling with the restraints. My heels came off my feet at some point, making me completely naked.

When I was finally able to tune in, I heard Laia say, “I would like to invite first the judges, and then anyone from the audience to come up on stage to perform their own observations.”

All five judges came up on the stage and handled my nipples, butthole, cunny and, of course clitty. Nurse Hatchet had to stop them a couple of times as I was close to orgasm. Fortunately, she didn’t let me get so close that I started screaming for it again.

I saw all the kids in school start to line up at the sides of the stage for a chance to feel me up. Because of the lights, I couldn’t see to the end of the line. So, I didn’t know just how many there were. This was going to be so humiliating.

I thought it would be mostly cheesy guys that would come up to feel. But there were just as many girls and a lot of the teachers too. Nurse Hatchet and Laia watched to be sure that they didn’t put their fingers inside my cunny or anus. Other than that, they were allowed to feel me up any way they wanted. The boys were most interested in my nipples and cunny lips. The girls went straight for my giant clitty and many of them tickled my butthole too.

After a few dozen kids had their turn, I didn’t see any end to the line. But I heard a ruckus breaking out. I looked up and saw a few members of the basketball team pushing their way up to the front of the line and onto the stage. I was scared. They were big and black and looked determined.

The other kids didn’t want to get in their way and in a minute six of them were up on the stage, heading my way. Nurse Hatchet stepped in front of them as Laia pushed my exam table toward the wings. I was still strapped on, so I was naked and spread wide.

From the wings I saw the basketball players grab Nurse Hatchet. They ripped her dress off, exposing her garter belt, lacy bra and tiny G-string all in white. They quickly tore the G-string and bra off exposing her saggy titties and bald cunny. One of the players pulled his shorts down, exposing his long, thick penis. It was rock hard. The other players started to push Nurse Hatchet down to the stage.

I heard footsteps running from behind me and then saw the two police officers run onto the stage. They tried to grab the player with his penis out, but he got away. The others ran off after releasing Nurse Hatchet. She ran to the wings wearing nothing but her garter, stockings, and heels.

“Alright, this stops right here unless someone wants to get arrested for sexual assault!” One of the officers yelled.

I was still on the exam table, naked and spread wide.

Principal Jackson ran onto the stage, “Everybody calm down. School is over for today. Please exit the auditorium and head home. The busses will arrive shortly.”

When he came back to the wings, Nurse Hatchet hugged him and said, “Please! I’m naked! Take me to your office, right now!”

“Of course, Nurse Hatchet. Of course,” he replied.

He wrapped his suit jacket around her and they left arm-in-arm.

“Please! Somebody!” I shouted.

Laia looked over at me, “Oh shit!”

She came and released me from the table.

“That went well,” Ms. Connor said, and everyone laughed.

“I ... I’m naked...” I said.

“Go get your heels and head over to practice,” she replied, “the whole school saw you naked, anyway.”

“But...” I started to say.

“And no! You can’t cum! And here, put your vibrator back up your asshole. Now go ... NOW!”

I would have to walk through the whole school naked to get to the gym. All the kids were in the hallways heading to their lockers to get ready to leave for the day. With my nipples and clitty throbbing, I walked onto the stage, slipped my heels on, and headed out to the hallway naked.

A lot of kids stared and a few asked if they could get a feel, since they didn’t get their chance in the presentation. I let them. Funny, it was almost all girls that asked. I guess the boys were too shy. I got plenty of slaps on the butt too as I walked.

Tissues coughs were replaced by “Nice dick!” comments. I just ignored them.

I wondered if I’d ever be allowed to wear clothes in school again. After all, everyone already saw me naked. On my way, I texted Mom to pick me up after practice because I was naked. I hoped that would be OK with Ms. Connor. I didn’t think she wanted me to walk home naked too. I thought about how Mom’s day was going. I knew it would be rough for her, but she deserved it. Didn’t she?

When I got to practice, I just changed into my sneakers. I stayed naked so I didn’t get anyone mad at me. I wanted to get practice over with so I could go home and get Mom to make me cum. Why did being so humiliated make me so horny? As much as I begged on stage, I’m glad Laia didn’t make me cum in front of the whole school. I’m not sure I could face anyone after that.

We practiced the competition routine over and over. I was getting real good at my part, especially the stunt at the end. Debbie and Tonya didn’t drop me once. Ms. Connor was happy about that, at least.

After practice, I changed back into my heels and headed out to the pick up area completely naked. Thank God Mom was waiting there for me. I ran over to the car. I got in quick and buckled my seatbelt. I looked over at Mom and was shocked that she was completely naked too!

She had bruises on her body from head to toe. I looked down and saw that she had her heels on too. And she was masturbating with a vibrator. Right there in front of the school!

I was mad for a second before I realized that she was doing what she was told. I ordered her to make herself cum all day when no one was around.

She looked at me, bit her lower lip and moaned as she fucked her cunny with the vibrator.

“I ... I’m gonna cum! ... Mmmmmmmmmm...” she screamed.

“I need a few of those,” I said, “get home quick!”

“I ... I’m sorry ... I can’t masturbate while I’m driving,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it. Just move!”

I felt bad for her. She really was badly beaten up. Her pink hair was a mess. But through it all, she obeyed.

Chapter 12

Mom pulled into the driveway, and we ran into the house together, naked, giggling all the way. Just like yesterday, I pushed Mom down on her back right inside the door. I humped my dripping cunny all over her face and made her use her vibrator on my butthole. I had three big squirt-cums. I squirted so much that Mom had to mop the floor before getting our dinner ready.

I decided that I wasn’t going to spank her any more for a while. She had bruises and welts all over her body. I made her spread wide to show me everything. The marks from the straps and cane covered her cunny lips, clit, and asshole. She had enough. Her forced cumming would continue, though, until Ms. Jansen got her in a chastity belt.

She told me that she came so many times that it was getting painful. It was also getting harder and harder for her to get off. But she admitted that she had a quick cum when she got my text telling her I was in school naked. And seeing me run to the car naked after practice also got her off quick.

I gave her a break from cumming as we ate dinner and she cleaned up. After that, I made her vibrate herself as I told her about my day. She had plenty of orgasms, especially when I told her about Eugene and his little peepee getting jerked off in front of the school. But she came hardest when I told her about what happened to me in Laia’s project. She was visibly disappointed when I told her that Nurse Hatchet got away with only getting stripped naked. I guess the thought of her getting gang raped by the basketball team in front of the whole school turned Mom on.

I used her tongue and humped her cunny all night. I was so horny! I even woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night and made her get me off. I was much more focused on cumming myself, rather than making sure she was having her punishment cums.

I loved cumming with a vibrator up my butthole. It made me squirt so hard. It was going to be hard to keep myself from cumming in school with Ms. Connor’s remote-control vibrator humming up there. It already made me stop in my tracks whenever it came on. I had to concentrate on holding back my orgasm.

It was hard to do the cheer routine with it up my butthole, buzzing or not. But I was getting used to it.

I woke up in the morning horny as ever. I made Mom get me off a couple of times. Then I made her bathe me. I made her vibrate herself while she watched me get dressed.

Now that everyone in school had seen me totally naked, I wasn’t worried about what my clothes did and didn’t show off. My humiliating clitty was common knowledge. Everyone saw it up close on the big screen TVs and a lot of the school got to feel it. It was so humiliating, but at the same time it made me so fucking horny! It made me want to humiliate myself more and cum even harder.

I decided that I wanted to wear something that showed my clitty off. The tight, powder-blue butt shorts were perfect. They were really made to wear under a skirt, so you don’t show your panties. But there would be no skirt or panties for me today. I call them ‘butt-shorts’ since they just barely cover your butt cheeks. But the one’s Debbie got me were two sizes too small. They won’t cover much.

I slid them on and pulled them up tight into my cunny. Looking in the mirror, I could clearly see my clitty poking the fabric out. I could even see where my clitty hood ended and the head poked out. They were up my butt in the back, and I was showing off plenty of naked butt cheeks.

On top I put on what amounts to a silky scarf that had thin straps around my neck and back. It was really small. I tied it loosely, so the fabric dangled off my erect nipples. I was almost naked on top except for my nipples.

I looked back down at my shorts and noticed that my cunny juices were starting to make the material see-through. That only made me wetter. I knew that I’d have a giant wet spot all day in school. Everyone knows what a horny girl I am from Laia’s presentation.

The last thing I put on were the clear plastic stripper pumps. My feet were completely exposed in them, and they made me walk really slutty.

I turned to face Mom and she had a big cum on her vibrator looking at how slutty I looked.

“Can I help you, Miss?” she asked, “I ... think you want it to be more ... humiliating, don’t you?”

My clitty quivered so hard I nearly fell over in my heels.

“I ... Yes ... I need to be completely humiliated ... Please!” I replied.

Mom grabbed the scissors out of my desk draw. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over to her. She started with the top, cutting almost all the material away. All she left were two little triangles draped over my throbbing nipples. My completely flat chest was totally exposed.

“You know, Miss, having just a tiny bit of clothes on can be more humiliating than being naked,” she said, “especially for you with no titties at all and giant nipples that are clearly visible even when they’re covered.”

“Mmmmmmm ... yes...” I moaned, squeezing my thighs together. “It’s soooo humiliating for me for everyone to see how flat I really am.”

I reached over and grabbed the vibrator. I slid it under Mom so that it was vibrating her cunny while she worked on my outfit.

“It’s gonna make me cum as I expose your humiliating body, Miss,” she said. “It makes me so horny to think of you walking around like this.”

She turned the scissors on my shorts next, cutting a slit up the right side all the way to the thin waist band. I felt the material pull away from my butt cheek. When she did the same on the left side, the material of the shorts went further up my butt. I couldn’t see, but I felt how naked my butt was.

Then she slid the scissors down the front of the shorts and paused there. I watched as she humped on the vibrator. She started to cum as she slowly cut down the front of my shorts.

“Oh! Miss!” she said, “I’m cumming so fucking hard!”

She cut down to the top of my slit. My girlish, bald cunny mound was totally exposed. She looked me up and down and then pulled the shorts up, tighter into my cunny and butt. Then she cut the front further down. She leaned back to take a final look.

“Perfect!” she said, and then motioned me to look in the mirror.

On top, my nipples were covered by the two little triangles. If I had any areola, they would be showing. But all I could see was flat chest. I was sure the triangles would keep falling off my nipples and I would have to adjust it all day long ... or not!

Just walking over to the mirror made the shorts come down a little and the top of my slit was showing. When I pulled them back into place, I noticed that the crotch just covered my giant cunny lips and the seam was buried between them. The material was soaked with cunny juice so my dark lips and clitty were clearly visible.

I turned around to look at the back. The shorts were bunched up in my butt and my butt cheeks were naked.

“One more thing,” Mom said.

She had me stand with my legs closed while she roughly rubbed my clitty back and forth with her fingers. In no time, she gave me a giant squirt cum that ran down my legs all the way down to my shoes. I looked in the mirror and saw that my squirt made my shorts completely transparent. I was naked!

I was running a little late, so I finished getting ready quickly. I didn’t clean any squirt off my legs. Looking at my phone, I saw a text from Ms. Jansen.

“Oh my Gosh!” I said after reading it, “Your chastity belt will be ready today! Ms. Jansen will come over after practice today to try it out!”

“Wow!” Mom said, not sounding too happy.

“I have a fun idea, instead of you just staying home and masturbating all day. Get in the car naked – high heels only. Just bring the vibrator, wallet, and your keys, nothing else. Find five different places to make yourself cum before you come home. Then no cumming after that. Shower and fix your hair and makeup first, though. You’re a wreck.”

“Yes, Miss,”

“OK. I gotta run. How do I look?”

“Like a cheap, trailer-park hooker after a long night.”

“Hee hee ... Perfect! I love you Slutty Mommy!” I kissed her on the cheek and ran off.

I got to the front door and realized that my nipples came out of my top. I fixed it and realized that I’d need to be careful in school. I adjusted my shorts to make sure my slit and lips were covered before opening the door and heading off to school.

A few passing cars beeped at me as I walked, and I noticed a lady walking behind me all the way. Was it just a coincidence, or was she following me to look at my naked butt? I imagined that she was checking me out and wanted to lick me off. The thought kept my cunny soaking wet all the way to school.

When I got to school, I checked in with Ms. Connor. She complimented me on my outfit, and I told her about Mom cumming while making me more naked. She really liked hearing about that.

She had me slide the vibrator up my butt. It was feeling more natural to walk around with something up my butt and I felt myself looking forward to the buzzing. I tucked the antenna of the vibrator under my shorts and headed to homeroom.

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Eugene woke up from an uncomfortable night’s sleep. Last night, his mom bathed him and locked him up right after. The lock on his little peepee left some room for him to get hard, but he couldn’t touch it at all.

He went over the events at the science fair presentation over and over in his mind. How would he ever live this down? Would the nurse really make him hard every day and not let him shoot? When would he be allowed to jerk off again? Would they really do it to him in front of the whole school again?

His mom came into his room to wake him up for school, but he was already awake. He was surprised to see her wearing his favorite girdle – the black lacy one with garter straps – with black stockings. She even had heels on, which she almost never wears.

He felt his little peepee pressing against its cage and begged her to take the lock off, but she refused. She helped him out of his pajamas and checked the lock to make sure it was properly in place. Then she sent him off to the bathroom to get cleaned up for school.

She was still in his room when he was done, looking all sexy in her lingerie.

“I’m going to dress like this all the time, now. Too bad you can’t abuse yourself looking at me anymore,” she said.

His little peepee throbbed in its cage. He just looked down and went to his dresser to get some underwear and start getting dressed. When he opened his underwear drawer, he saw that all his tighty whities were gone. In their place were his mom’s granny panties in many different colors.

“Oh no!” he said, “No fucking way!”

“You will wear my panties to school under your clothes or I’ll send you wearing just a girdle!” she replied, “Don’t make me call Ms. Connor!”

He cringed remembering that she was responsible for all this. He tried to find the manliest of the panties in the drawer, but they were all either girly colors or very lacy. Giving up, he just grabbed a pair and put them on. They were see-through white lace granny panties with white satin in front. He remembered that they were a little tight on his mom’s hips, but they were verry baggy on him. He felt totally ridiculous in them.

“Perfect!” His mother said.

He finished getting dressed, ate breakfast, and went out to the school bus stop.

When the bus arrived, he climbed in and walked down the aisle to look for an empty seat. Plenty of comments followed him.

“Hey Little Peepee!”

“Still locked up, Little Peepee?”

“Did you jerk off after school, Little Peepee? Oh ... sorry ... forgot...,” said another.

“What was that animal between your mom’s legs, Little Peepee?”

“It looks viscous, Little Peepee. Does it bite?”

“Did you grow any pubic hair last night, Little Peepee?

He just kept his eyes down and sat in an empty row. ‘Little Peepee!” he thought to himself as he felt his little erection press against the cage.

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I saw my daughter’s nipples pop out of her top as she turned to leave for school. I watched her cute little butt wiggle out of her room. With the slits I cut in the sides, her butt was practically naked. The material bunched way up between her cheeks.

The waistband would hold so her shorts wouldn’t tear all the way off. But I knew that the slit I cut down the front would only get bigger. At some point, my daughter would have to keep pulling her shorts up tighter into her fat pussy lips to keep her slit covered on top. Eventually, she’d pull them up so tight that the lips would pop out as the material sunk deep between them. She would have to choose to keep her lips or the top of her slit exposed for all to see.

Maybe the slit would rip so far down that her giant clit would pop out. She would be so humiliated. I came again on the vibrator just thinking about it.

My orgasms were really painful now. Between all the orgasms and punishment, my pussy and asshole were sore. But I stayed horny.

I got into the shower to get ready for my day. My pussy had some stubble, so I shaved it smooth. I tried to think of five public places where I could masturbate with my vibrator completely naked without getting caught. I wanted to make these last five orgasms good oned, since I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to cum again. Ms. Jansen was coming by later with my chastity suit.

I’m sure I’d enjoy the break from constant orgasm for a while. But how long would it be before I was a horny mess, begging my daughter to let me cum? Then how long would I have to beg before she finally allowed it?

I did my hair and makeup. I used pink polish on my finger and toenails, then slipped on my pink strappy heels. So, everything matched my slutty pink hair.

Looking in the mirror showed that the bruises calmed down a little, but it was still clear that I’d been severely strapped and caned.

I put new batteries in the vibrator to be sure they didn’t give out on me while I was out and about. I also grabbed an extra set, just in case.

As ordered, I grabbed my wallet, keys and the vibrator and headed out to the car. Completely naked. My sore clit was throbbing. I drove over to the park in our neighborhood, thinking it might be empty this early in the morning. I scrunched down in my seat at first, not wanting anyone to see that I was naked. But, after a minute, I just forgot all about it.

I parked next to a wooded section, got out of the car, and looked around. There were a few joggers on the paths, but no one else. I ran behind some bushes, squatted down, and slid the buzzing vibrator up my dripping wet pussy. I was having trouble getting myself over the edge. I really wasn’t at risk of being caught in the bushes, but the thought of being caught made me tingle.

I stepped out of the bushes and onto the edge of the grassy field. I got on knees with my face in the grass, sunk the vibrator up my sore asshole and squeezed my clit. I turned my head to face the grassy field and saw some people here and there in the distance. That put me over the edge, and I had my first public orgasm of the day.

I rolled over onto my side and noticed two elderly men standing, open-mouthed only a few feet behind me. Obviously, they had a great view of the show. I got up quickly, said I was sorry, and ran to the car.

As I drove out of the park, I noticed that I was getting low on gas. I headed toward the nearest gas station and waited on the corner until there were no cars gassing up before I pulled up to the pump closest to the mini mart, furthest from the street. I got out of the car and quickly got the gas flowing into my tank. My car was between me and the road, so passing cars couldn’t see me. I took the opportunity to grab the vibrator and work it over my clit as I waited for my tank to fill.

The pump finished before I did, but I tried to get off while standing between the car and the pump. A car pulled in at the pump closest to the street. I tried to jump into my car, but noticed that I locked the keys in. I panicked and ran into the mini mart. There was a young, Indian man behind the counter. I noticed all the TVs behind the counter and knew that he could clearly see me masturbating just seconds ago.

“Please! I’m sorry!” I said, “I just need to finish.”

I returned to vibrating my clit right in front of the counter. I could see myself on the security TV, a pink-haired, naked, shameless slut on the screen. I watched myself spread my legs and run the vibrator along my clit. Watching myself was a huge turn-on and I had big, painful orgasm.

I held onto the counter as I recovered. The man behind the counter didn’t move. He just stood and stared at me in disbelief.

“I ... I locked my keys in my car,” I panted, “Can you help me? Please?”

“Uhhh ... I’m not allowed to leave the store,” he replied in a thick Indian accent. “But I have a slim-jim in the back.”

“Oh, thank you!”

“But you must give me a blow job, first.”

“I...? But...?” I started to reply.

“Come around here. I’ll buzz you in,” he said, pointing to the door that led behind the counter.

I realized that I was out of options. I was completely naked, and my wallet and keys were locked in my car. All I had in the world were my heels and vibrator. I saw the man reach down and start to unbutton his pants. I walked around to the door and opened it when he buzzed me in.

His pants were around his ankles and his cock was already hard. I just wanted this to be over with, so I knelt and sucked his six inches all the way into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down and massaged his balls to get him off as quick as possible. It surprised me that sucking a stranger’s cock had me horny again.

It didn’t take long for his cock to erupt in my mouth. I sucked him dry and swallowed all of his cum. I stood up with my mouth drooling.

“Now get the fucking slim-jim!” I ordered.

He pulled his pants up and hurried into the back room. A minute later, he handed me the slim-jim. I thought about asking if he had a towel or something to cover up with, but Miss wouldn’t want that. She’d want me to do it naked.

I never broke into a car before, but I’d seen it done. I took a few minutes, but finally I felt the slim-jim hook onto something. I heard a click and saw the lock button pop up. I opened the door and grabbed my keys before going back into the mini mart to return the slim-jim.

I didn’t see a truck pull into the gas station while I was walking in, and when I pushed the door open to leave, there were four construction workers walking toward the mini mart. I had no place to go, so I just did my best classy walk out to my car as if it was perfectly normal.

The shocked construction workers just stood aside and watched me strut by, completely naked. When I passed them, they erupted in cheers and whistles. I opened my car door, looked up at them and waved, blowing a kiss. Then I quickly got in my car and drove off.

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Ms. Connor’s day started with a visit from Principal Jackson. He was upset about the goings on at the science project presentations, but she managed to calm him down by reminding him about his upcoming weekend with the two virgin cheerleaders and one of their mothers. She was disappointed when he left her office without fucking her. Even though she was double teamed by the two police officers the night before, she was still horny.

Nurse Hatchett was her next visitor. Ms. Connor noticed that her nurse’s uniform was a little tighter and a little shorter than usual. She could make out the outlines of the nurse’s garter snaps under her dress.

“Dammit, Linda, the whole school saw me naked!” she said.

“Yeah, that was unexpected,” Ms. Connor replied, “Good thing we had the officers there. At least you had your nice lingerie on.”

“Very funny! I almost got gang raped by the basketball team right on the stage!”

“Well, I’m sure Jackson took good care of you in his office right after, so you got well taken care of,” Ms. Connor said with an exaggerated wink.

“He did no such thing! He’s a perfect gentleman!”

“Yeah, right! I bet you love that big black cock as much as I do.”

She knew there was no way Jackson was passing on some naked nurse pussy right there in his office.

“What ... Ever...” Nurse Hatchet said blushing and turning her eyes away.

“Just make sure Eugene checks in with you twice a day. I want that creep totally humiliated.”

“Oh, he will be. Don’t worry. Maybe you can send the girls in to help tease the little fucker.”

“Good idea! Give them some payback for being his whack bait all this time.”

“His mom made quite a show, herself. How do you get people to do all the things you do?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just enjoy!”

“Oh, I will ... I will,” the nurse replied and left the office.

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I got through first and second periods OK. It was getting harder and harder to keep myself from cumming when the vibrator buzzed in my butthole. My nipples kept peeking out of my top and I had to constantly adjust my shorts to keep my slit and clitty covered. I thought that the slit Mom made in the front was getting bigger.

Not that the soaking wet, thin material of the shorts did anything to hide them. I was so totally humiliated to be dressed this way. Mom was right. It would be less humiliating to be totally naked.

On the way to third period, Debbie and Tonya pulled me into the girl’s room. Debbie had scissors in her hand. I noticed that Debbie was still braless in her tight black top and jeans. Tonya had on a tight red catsuit.

“Damn!” Debbie said. “Not much there to adjust.”

“Who fixed your outfit this morning?” Tonya asked.

“My mom helped me get dressed this morning,” I replied.

They had me lean against the sink and spread my legs wide. I watched in the mirror as Tonya pulled the material out of my butt crack. Debbie then started cutting with the scissors. I could feel the slit in front open more as they pulled at what was left of my shorts from the back.

Debbie tossed two big swatches of material into the sink.

“Much better,” she said, “Now you don’t have all that material up your butt.”

“Yes, that looks much more comfortable,” Tonya said.

I turned to look at my butt in the mirror. All that was left was the seam running from the waist band that disappeared between my cheeks. My butt was completely exposed and the vibrator antenna was sticking out in clear view.

“Let me fix that,” Tonya said.

She tucked the antenna forward in my shorts to that it went between my cunny lips.

Debbie pulled at the front of my shorts.

“This material looks weird hanging her like that,” she said, “I’ll fix that.”

“Please!” was all I could respond as the buzzing started up my butt. I could feel the vibrations in my cunny now too with the antenna between my lips.

I looked down as Debbie cut material off the front of my shorts. All that was left was a thin strip that barely covered my thick inner lips. The outer lips of my cunny were exposed when I spread my legs. The front slit came halfway down my clitty hood.

“Stop! I’m gonna cum!” I yelled and grabbed the sink behind me to steady myself.

They stood back and watched as I struggled not to cum right there in the girl’s room. I knew that my soaking wet cunny was making the material of my shorts completely see-through. Thank goodness the buzzing stopped right before I went over the edge.

SWAT!!

“Ouch!” I yelled as Debbie swung a flogger up between my legs.

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!!

I turned around to protect my cunny and Debbie laid into my naked butt.

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!!

“See ya later, Alligator!” she said when she was done flogging me.

“In a while, Crocodile!” Tanya said.

They left me alone in the girl’s room. I turned and looked at my butt in the mirror. The strap marks were obvious. They were just as obvious on my nearly naked cunny. Everyone would know that I got a spanking!

I nearly came right there without even touching myself, but I managed to hold it back.

I was barely able to adjust my shorts to that my inner lips and clit hood were covered. No matter what I did, the top of my slit showed. If I pulled the shorts up enough to cover it, my thick cunny lips peeked out. I decided to keep my slit covered and let my lips peek out. I thought that if I was careful about how I walked, I could keep them out of sight.

The bell for third period rang as I left the girl’s room. I ran to my class as fast as my heels would allow. I walked in, closing the door behind me. When I turned to find a seat, I saw that everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at me. I stood in front of the class and looked down.

The little triangles of my top were pushed to the sides and hooked onto my long, thick nipples which were in full view. I looked further down and saw that the slit in front had opened more and my giant clitty was exposed. The vibrator up my butt turned on at that second.

I grabbed on to the teacher’s desk and struggled to keep myself from cumming. Again, the vibrator stopped at the last second and I was spared the humiliation of cumming in front of the whole class. It took a few seconds for me to catch my breath enough to move.

I pulled my shorts up to cover my clitty and the material sank deep between my lips. They were now completely exposed. I fixed my top to cover my nipples and took the only empty desk in the class. Of course, it was in the front center desk where everyone could see me.

I sat and felt my spanked, naked butt against the hard seat.

Chapter 13

I still had the taste of cock in my mouth as I drove out of the gas station. Part of me wanted to go back and take on the four construction workers, but that isn’t what Miss wanted. I had to think of three more public places to make myself cum with my vibrator before she got home from practice. When she did, I’d get my new chastity suit. Who knows when I’d be allowed to cum again?

I drove through town looking for a place for my next public exhibition. The supermarket parking lot looked promising, so I pulled in. This was the same one where Ms. Connor made me throw all my old clothes into the clothing drop. As revealing as my outfit was that day, at least I had clothes on. It was less than a week ago, but it seemed like forever. So much happened since then.

Driving through the parking lot, I noticed that most of the people going in and out looked like moms doing their shopping while their kids were in school. The clothing drop was out in the corner of the parking lot. I wanted to be more daring, so I pulled into a spot near the front entrance between two cars.

I got out and walked up to the front corner of my car between the two rows of cars. I squatted down, and slid my buzzing vibrator into my dripping pussy. I got a few glances from some of the moms that passed by, looking between the cars, but none of them stopped. They just kept walking. I was having a hard time getting myself over the edge. I needed to get a little more daring.

I walked between the two rows of cars toward the front of the store, stopping at the last car so there was nothing but the road between me and the front doors. I squatted again, facing the doors with my legs spread wide and slid the vibrator along my throbbing clit.

The automatic doors opened, and four college girls walked out carrying bags of groceries. They were wrapped up in their conversation until one of them noticed me.

“Oh ... My ... God!” she said, pointing at me, “What ... a slut!”

“She’s not even stopping,”

“She’s like, my mom’s age ... Gross!”

They just kept looking at me and making comments as I bit my lip and approached an orgasm.

“Look at those slutty heels,”

“And that pink hair!”

“I had pink hair when I as seventeen.”

“I can’t believe she’s humiliating herself like this!”

That put me over the edge

“Ahhhhhhh ... God! I’m cumming so fucking hard!” I yelled.

That left them speechless. They just stared, open-mouthed.

When my orgasm was done, I ran back to my car and jumped in. I was shocked when my passenger door opened, and a lady jumped in. She seemed about my age and had short black hair. She had on mom jeans and a modest blouse. Before I could react, she unbuttoned her jeans and started pulling them down.

“Lick me off, or I’ll call the cops. I took a video of you masturbating in front of those girls and I got your plate number.”

She kicked her jeans completely off, then pulled down her lime-green bikini panties, revealing a very thick black bush. All I could see was hair as she spread her legs wide in my front passenger seat.

I was still in shock, so she pushed me with her foot.

“Do it now. Before someone comes,” she said as she spread her pussy lips with her fingers showing some pink between her hairy lips.

“I think we should get in the back seat,” I said when I tried, and failed, to get my head between her legs.

She climbed between the seats into the back, while I got out of the car and then back in through the back door. She had her legs spread wide again by the time I got in. The air was thick with the smell of her pussy. I guess she didn’t shower before coming to the grocery store this morning.

“Do it!” she ordered, and I leaned in and started licking her stinking, hairy pussy.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me in tight. I could barely breath, but I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid two fingers into her wet pussy. I wanted to get her off quick. In the position I was in, I knew my naked pussy and asshole were visible from the back window of the car.

“You’re a fucking dirty whore and I’m a fucking lezzie slut!” she said as she humped my face. “Don’t fucking stop. Fuck my dirty cunt and suck my horny clit till I cum in your face. Nobody knows what a dirty lezzie I am. I love sexy little whores like you licking my cunt!”

She kept up the dirty talk. She really enjoyed calling herself a lezzie cunt. Finally, she pulled me hard into her pussy and came all over my fingers. She let go of my hair and started to calm down. We talked a little. She said she couldn’t believe someone would do something as slutty as I did out in the parking lot. She should only know!

She made me give her my phone number as she got dressed and got out of the car. I hopped into the front seat and drove off. I never even got her name! All I had was the smell of her pussy all over my face. At least the smell of cock was gone now.

As I drove off, I heard a news flash come on the radio.

“Police are on the lookout for a woman who has been streaking and masturbating in public. There have been several sightings. The woman is middle-aged, average height and weight, and has pink hair. The police ask that you call in if you see her or have any information.”

“Middle-aged!” I yelled to myself, “I’m only 36! And I’m definitely below average weight. Huh!”

That news flash only got me more horny and made me more determined. I noticed an empty bench at a bus stop near some office buildings. Business people were walking in the street. I pulled the car over, screeching my breaks. I jumped out of the car, ran over to the bench, and put one high-heeled foot up on it, spreading my legs wide. I bent forward, putting one hand on the bench and slid the vibrator up my asshole.

“Oh my God! There she is!” a woman shouted.

Before I knew it a small crowd of the business people in their suits formed around me. Some had their phones out, but it didn’t look like they were calling the cops. They were taking pictures and video of the daring slut that was fucking her asshole right out in public! I pushed my ass out and spread my legs as far as I could for them.

They started cheering me on as I heard a police siren in the distance. I fucked myself harder as I supported myself on the back of the bench with my shoulder so I could reach back and squeeze my sore clit. I squeezed it so hard, the pain made me see stars and a giant orgasm hit me.

I heard the siren getting closer, so without waiting to calm down, I sprinted into my car as soon as my orgasm finished. The crowd was cheering loudly as I drove off. In my rear-view mirror, I saw the police car pull up to where the crowd gathered. I just kept driving.

‘What could I possibly do for my last cum of the day that could top that?’ I thought to myself.

---

Debbie made me model my outfit on top of the table in lunch. When I was stepping up onto the table, I felt the seam in front split a little more. I looked down and saw that my clitty popped out! I was barely able to cover the head of my clitty with what little material was left. My clit hood was exposed on top and my cunny lips were completely exposed on the bottom. I felt a thin strip of material between them.

I knew that the antenna of my vibrator had to be showing. There was not enough material left to hold it in and I didn’t feel it between my cunny lips when the vibrating started up my butthole.

I noticed that my nipples were exposed ... again ... I just took a deep breath and walked back and forth along the long table, modeling my nakedness to everyone as they cheered me on.

“Look!” Tonya yelled, “Here comes Eugene from the nurse’s office!”

A chant of “Litt ... Til ... Pee ... Pee! Litt ... Til ... Pee ... Pee!” started up. I was disappointed that all the attention wasn’t on me humiliating myself, so I climbed down off the table.

I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to get home this naked, so I decided to go to the nurse’s office myself to see if she could help. All she did was put a piece of tape on my shorts to close the material over my clitty. At least that would stop it from splitting more and I was able to cover my lips again. The material was soaked through and invisible, anyway. It seemed like she touched my cunny and clitty a lot more than was necessary to put one piece of tape on, but whatever.

I managed to make it through the rest of my classes without the seam splitting anymore. When I got to cheer practice, Ms. Connor called me into her office.

“Your new uniform for the competition arrived. I want you to wear it in practice the next couple of days, so you’re used to wearing it for the competition.”

I was expecting to see a tiny, sheer little thing that would barely cover anything. After all, it was Ms. Jansen who made it. I was surprised when Ms. Connor held up a conservative-looking uniform. Our school colors were red and white. Our usual uniforms were white with red trim. My new uniform was red with white trim.

“Since you’re the main flyer, I want you in opposite colors form the rest of the team, so you stand out,” she said.

Part of me was hoping to stand out for being almost completely naked. When I tried it on, it seemed a little baggy to me. It didn’t show off my girlish body at all.

“I think it’s a little big,” I said.

“Nonsense! It’s perfect.” Ms. Connor replied, “get out and practice that routine.”

The team was really getting the routine down. Ms. Connor was right. The new uniform was very comfortable on me. I hardly noticed I was wearing anything at all. We hit the final toss perfect all ten times we tried it. I landed in Debbie and Tonya’s arms just right each time.

I asked Ms. Connor if I could wear my new uniform home, since my outfit was ruined. But she wanted it kept in her office after practice. When I took it off, she offered to drive me home. Naked of course. She said she wanted to see Mom’s new chastity belt from Ms. Jansen, anyway.

So, for the second day in a row, I walked out of school naked. This time I got in Ms. Connor’s car instead of Mom’s.

---

I wasn’t sure if the police knew what car I was driving. Maybe someone in the crowd from the bus stop told them, or even gave them my plate number. I had no way of knowing, but I had to get one last public cum done quickly before I got arrested.

I tried to think of a place where the police wouldn’t think to look for me. I drove around a corner and saw the perfect place right in front of me. The police station! They’d never think to look for me there. Also, all the cops were out looking for me, anyway, right?

I made up my mind and pulled into the parking lot. I noticed a police van parked in the last row. I backed my car in next to it, so my driver’s side door was next to the van. Also, I wanted to face the doors of the police station and wait for the right time.

I didn’t see anyone go in or out for a few minutes. I put new batteries in the vibrator. I didn’t want anything to go wrong. My heart was racing as I got my courage up, opened my door, and got out of the car.

I decided to just stay between my car and the van this time. It was daring enough just to be naked and masturbating in the police parking lot. I didn’t need to let all the officers see me doing it. My clit was throbbing, and my nipples felt like they were going to explode off my chest, I was so horny.

I squatted down and slid the vibrator over my clit. I had myself moaning in just a few seconds. I knew this was going to be my last orgasm for a while. Even thought it hurt like hell, I wanted it to be a good one.

When I was close to cumming, I slid the vibrator up my pussy and two fingers up my asshole. I started to cum when I heard the engine of the police van start up. I couldn’t stop, since I was in the middle of a good hard cum. The last one I was going to have for a while. The van pulled away, leaving me completely exposed to the front door of the police station.

I decided to keep going and then get away quick. Right as my orgasm ended, I heard a voice behind me.

“Freeze!”

I turned to see a police officer at the back of my car. He snuck around to surprise me.

“Drop the vibrator!” I heard from the front of the car, where a second officer stood poised to jump on me.

I did as I was told, stood up and raised my hands. The two cops were on me in the blink of an eye. They had me in cuffs in a couple of seconds.

They pushed my face down onto the hood of my car and frisked me. I thought that was silly since I was naked. I couldn’t be hiding anything. I felt fingers slip into my pussy and asshole, but they didn’t stop right away. They were trying to get me off!

“My name is Officer Brian O’Neil and this is Officer Robert Brown. You’re very lucky that it’s the two of us that caught you,” one of the two said.

I couldn’t tell if he was the one with the fingers up my pussy or asshole. Not that it mattered. I felt another orgasm building.

He continued, “Ms. Connor told us about you and your pink hair. Since you’re with her, we’re going to let you go. You just tell her she owes us one.”

The other cop chimed in, “Yeah, tell her the usual fee will do!”

They yanked their fingers out and uncuffed me.

“Now get the fuck out of here and go straight home, you stupid cunt!” O’Neil said.

“Right in front of the police station, Sheesh! Do you know what would happen to you in there? A naked soccer mom in jail with hard-core hookers and druggies?” Brown added.

He pushed me toward my car door, and I nearly fell over.

I didn’t argue. As disappointed as I was that they didn’t make me cum, I did what my daughter wanted and got myself off five times in public. I was ready to go home. The thought of being in jail with all those hard women had me tingling, but I guess I was lucky to avoid that.

I drove right home, ran naked into the house and straight upstairs to a hot bath. I finished my bath, fixed my hair and makeup, and sat naked in front of the TV.

As sore as my pussy was, I wanted to cum again. But Miss said I had to stop after I came five times in public. I didn’t want to disobey. So, I sat and waited for my chastity suit to arrive.

I woke to the sound of keys opening the front door. I must have dozed off for an hour or so. I jumped up, slipped my heels on, and went to the door.

Miss came in, completely naked, followed by Ms. Connor in her usual matching sports bra and yoga pants – hot pink today.

As we were greeting each other, Ms. Jansen arrived carrying a large suitcase in one hand and a large bag in the other. We all knew what was in the case. She explained that she had new clothes made for me and Miss in the bag.

“Good. We’re all here,” Ms. Connor said, “Let’s make it quick. I have to get to the police station right after this.”

She shot a glance in my direction as she said that.

“Again?” Ms. Jansen said, “Didn’t you see those two last night?”

“Yes, and I’m going back tonight. But somebody owes me back for this one,” Ms. Connor said, looking in my direction again.

“Well, I see,” Ms. Jansen said, “why don’t we get started then. You two sit on the sofa while I get everything set up. You can stand right here in front of the TV for now.” She pulled me into my place by my elbow.

“Ms. Connor?” Miss asked, I didn’t cum all day in school, like you asked. Can I have Mom make me cum first?”

“No!” she replied, “get on with it.”

Ms. Jansen opened the suitcase so none of us could see what was inside.

“We’re very lucky. We got this new experimental model very cheap. All we had to do was agree to test it out and send them the data. You’ll see how that works later. This one has a lot of new, high-tech features.”

‘What more can the thing do?’ I thought to myself, ‘wash my clothes and cook me dinner?’ But I didn’t dare say anything.

Ms. Jansen took the parts of the chastity suit out of the case one at a time. Miss was wide eyed in excitement when she saw all the parts.

“You mean there’s a top too? I thought it was just for her cunny!” she said.

Ms. Jansen explained that it was a state-of-the-art chastity, teasing, and punishment device. She started with the top. She chained it on, but this time the bra cups were folded down, leaving just the padded part of the bra and two metal clamps in front of each nipple. It looked like one of those cupless bras with nipple clamps.

She put each of my nipples in the clamps but didn’t tighten them. She explained that they just needed to touch my nipples. She adjusted the chains, so the padding was tight against my chest, then flipped the cups up and locked them in place. When she did, an electric motor hummed, and I felt the clamps come off my nipples. She checked to see if she could slide a finger under the cups. She could get the tip under but couldn’t get anywhere close to touching my nipples. I noticed that these cups were bigger than the ones I tried on last time.

Next, she put the belt on. It had a clamp that went onto my clit and like my nipples, the clamp fell away when the belt was locked on. She attached the belt to the chains that came down from the bottom of the bra in front and back. At first, I didn’t notice, but one of the chains in back had a wire laced through it. Ms. Jansen plugged the wire into the belt.

Miss and Ms. Connor tried to ask some questions, but Ms. Jansen didn’t answer. She just kept saying, “You’ll see!”

The bottom had a lot of panels that Ms. Jansen opened and closed, but she didn’t explain anything yet. She attached the bands around my thighs and connected them to the belt with chains. But she didn’t hook the bands to each other yet.

She had me spread my legs and tried slipping her finger under the belt. She was able to lightly touch my pussy lips with the tip of her finger. But then she hooked the bands on my thighs together. Once that was done, she couldn’t even get the tip of her finger under the padding.

“First I’ll explain the chastity functions. As you can see,” Ms. Jansen explained, “the top will completely prevent contact with her nipples and the bottom doesn’t even allow your fingertip under the padding, when the thigh bands are connected. Please see for yourselves.”

Ms. Connor and Miss both tried to slide their fingers under the top and then the bottom. Neither one could get near a nipple or make contact with my pussy. This was really getting me horny.

“You can pull the cups down to expose her tits without having to remove the entire top if you want to punish them.”

She let Miss and Ms. Connor both open and close the cups. Then she showed them how to let me pee or wash me without giving any access to my pussy. When the pee latch was opened, a wire mesh covered my pussy.

“Next I’ll show you the teasing functions. I’ll use the remote for now, but there’s a phone app that can be used, also. The app lets you control the device from anywhere in the world.”

Explaining as she demonstrated, Ms. Jansen pushed a button on the remote. I felt clamps close loosely on my nipples again, but these felt different. Once they were in place, they started vibrating. The sensation surprised me, and I nearly stumbled on my heels. Ms. Jansen helped steady me.

She turned the nipple vibrators off and demonstrated a similar vibrating clamp that went around my clit, one that nestled between my pussy lips, and yet another one that slid up my asshole. The all moved into place with electric motors and move away when the vibrating stopped.

She spent the next couple of minutes showing the others how to work the various vibrators. It was getting me more and more horny.

“Now, you may say,” she said, “that these vibrators can be used to make her cum. That’s true, but what would be the point? The good thing is that the teasing system is computer controlled. It monitors the nerves that send signals from the pussy to the brain to bring her to the brink of orgasm, but not let her cum. I’ll set it on the highest setting so it happens quick, but you can adjust the setting, so it takes an hour or more to bring her to the edge.”

She pushed a button and all the vibrators moved into position and buzzed away at my nipples, pussy, clit, and asshole. I fell to my hands and knees and moaned like a total slut. Ms. Jansen put the remote down to show that the computer was controlling everything by itself. It got me to the edge very quickly.

“It doesn’t work!” I yelled, “I’m gonna cum!”

No sooner did I say that, then some of the vibrators slowed down.

“NOOOO!” I moaned as I was denied release.

It was true. The computer knew exactly how much to vibrate each part to keep me on the edge, but not let me cum.

“It even learns over time how her body responds to the vibrators and uses the information to improve the teasing function.”

I didn’t think it needed improving. It had me begging like a child in less than two minutes.

“You can leave her like that all day if you want. It will keep her right on the edge until you turn it off.”

“Oh! Like all day while I’m in school and practice?” Miss said.

“Of course,” Ms. Jansen said.

“We’ll talk about that, Tissues,” Ms. Connor said, “we don’t want your mom to have a stroke or anything.”

Ms. Jansen turned off the vibrators and I collapsed onto the floor.

“And finally,” she said, “let me show you the new punishment functions.”

“OUCH!” I yelled when I felt my nipples get shocked. I tried to push the top off but couldn’t.

“She just got a shock on her nipples. I have it on the lowest setting, which is one. You can go as high as ten. She gets the shock each time I push this button.”

“OUCH!”

“That was level two.”

One by one Ms. Jansen showed them how to shock my nipples, clit, pussy lips, and even my asshole. She explained that each could be set from level one to ten. The highest they tested me with was level two. It hurt like hell, and I couldn’t imagine what a level ten would do to me. Probably burn my nipples or clit off.

The last thing she showed us was how to charge the battery, which could be done without taking the suit off. She explained that the data would be uploaded to the company automatically when the charger was plugged in. We didn’t have to do anything.

“Well, that’s it. You all have fun,” Ms. Jansen said and headed toward the front door, “try on those clothes and let me know if anything needs to be adjusted.”

“I’m out too,” Ms. Connor said, “I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”

The left together. Miss downloaded the phone app for my new chastity, teasing, punishment suit before humping my face and squirting all over it.

She played with the controls for a while and I was getting stimulated, but never even close to cumming. She figured out how to set it up to slowly bring me to the edge. The various vibrators worked for a half-hour getting me on the edge and another half-hour keeping me there. She made me tell her about my day while all this teasing was going on.

When I told her that I got out of the car at the park she was surprised.

“You got out of the car? Oh my God! I thought you would just do it in the car! You’re such a Slutty Mommy!”

The vibrators had to slow way down to keep me from cumming right there when I heard that. All those people saw me naked and vibrating myself for no reason. I was almost arrested and thrown in jail with real criminals!

She was more and more shocked with each of my five public orgasm stories.

I begged my daughter to let me cum, but she refused me.

“It’s only been a couple of hours!” she said, “but of course you can lick me off again.”

After I got her off again, she decided to start playing with the shockers. She shocked each place once at levels three to five. It was so painful.

“Which one is the worst?” she asked.

“Well, clit is the most shocking, but asshole is definitely the most painful,” I replied.

“I think you need to know what a ten feels like on each place. So, you know what can happen if you’re naughty or if I just feel like shocking you.”

“Please. Five is bad enough. It hurts so much. I don’t think ... AAHHHHHHH!”

I screamed as pain ripped through both of my nipples. I fell to the floor and tried to rub them, but with the suit on, I could give them no relief.

“Wow,” she said, “that was a ten. I’ll try the cunny next.”

I screamed as a painful shock ran from my pee hole to my cervix. I laid on the floor breathing heavily. She gave me a minute to calm down before my next jolt.

“Here comes the clitty,”

I nearly passed out when the pain hit my clit. This one was like a pinpoint on the top of my clit head that ripped through my clit and exited the bottom near the base.

“Please. No more. You can’t shock my asshole like that. I...”

All I remember was the intense heat and pain that started as a hot ring around the outer part of my asshole and radiated into the centermost fold and deep up my asshole before I passed out.

Miss told me that I was out for less than a minute. She almost called 911. It scared her so much. I hoped that convinced her not to use the shocker at that level again. She told me that a message came up on her phone telling her that the punishment feature was temporarily disabled due to overuse.

She gave me the option of being tied up in bed or wearing the suit all night. She promised not to use any of the suit’s functions if I chose to wear it. I hated being tied in bed, so I figured I’d try sleeping with the suit on.

“SUIT Yourself!” she said, laughing at her own silly pun.

Chapter 14

It was uncomfortable sleeping in my new chastity suit. But it was better than being tied in bed all night. At least I could scratch body parts that weren’t covered by the suit. What I really needed was to scratch the itch deep in my pussy and asshole. It had only been one night without cumming, but I was feeling desperate already.

No matter what I did or what position I put myself in, I couldn’t make any contact with my nipples, pussy, clit, or asshole whatsoever. My daughter and Ms. Connor had the only keys I knew about. So, unless one of them unlocked me and allowed me to cum, I would be totally denied.

Miss came into my room early. She would have to help me wash up. The suit had to come off for a shower or bath, but she didn’t have time for that before school. But she wanted to tease me first, anyway. She tried out all the vibrators one at a time and had me a moaning mess in no time.

Then she set it to bring me to the edge at max setting. It took less than a minute to get me there and I begged her to let me cum. Of course, she denied me.

“God, Slutty Mommy,” she said, “How are you ever going to make it through the week if you can’t even make it one morning?”

“A week? ... Noooo! ... You ... I can’t ... I’m gonna be so horny!” I blabbered.

She showed me the display on her phone. There was a graphic that showed each of the vibrators and what setting it was on. It didn’t look like it was working real hard to keep me on the edge at the moment. All four vibrators were on low settings.

She demonstrated how she could increase or decrease the setting on one or more of the vibrators. The others automatically compensated.

“Let’s try it with butthole only. Get on your hands and knees,” she said and made the adjustment.

The other three vibrators went off and the one in my asshole sunk deeper in and vibrated harder. Then it actually started to go in and out. It was fucking me up my asshole! But just enough to keep me on the edge. I was begging to cum and trying to push my asshole down on the vibrator further.

“I was reading the instructions and they said we need to use each individually to keep you on edge for a while, so it can learn about your body faster,” my daughter said with her eyes glued to her phone, “then there’s a learning mode where it will try a bunch of different stuff to see what happens.”

“Mmmmmmmmm...” I moaned in response. I was a mess and I’d only been awake for a few minutes.

“Then it uses the stuff it learns to make you cum really hard too,” she said with excitement, “but that’s not happening any time soon.”

“P ... Please,” I begged, “It feels sooooo good in my asshole!”

“Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear you say,” she laughed, “let’s try your pussy next.”

She hit a few buttons on her phone and the vibrator up my asshole slowly slit out as the pussy vibrator slid in. It didn’t have to buzz very hard to keep me on the edge. She let it do it’s thing for a few minutes before switching to the nipple vibrators.

I didn’t think I could cum just from nipple stimulation, but the suit knew what it was doing. I felt the vibrating clamps squeezing my nipples on and off while it vibrated them. Then it added pumping them up and down. It felt like vibrating fingers working my nipples over. It had me moaning and begging to cum in a few seconds.

Last, but not least was the clit vibrator. It clamped on softly and barely had to vibrate at all to keep me on the edge. I tried to maneuver myself to get more friction on my swollen clit, but the belt moved with my hips and prevented me.

She finally turned the vibrations off, and I rolled over onto my back in bed.

“How was that?” she asked.

“Oh My God! It’s soooo frustrating,” I panted, “I really need to cum.”

“Sorry, my turn!” she said and straddled my face.

She rode my face through one big squirt, then rolled off.

“I think I’ll put it in learning mode while I shower and get ready for school. I’ll help you wash up after,” she said matter-of-factly and pushed the buttons on her phone.

“Please! ... I ... Mmmmmmm...” I moaned as I felt the pussy vibrator contact my lips.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “it will turn itself off after a while if I forget about you in here. Or the battery will run out eventually.”

She turned and skipped out of my room.

The learning mode was weird. It seemed kind of random as it moved the different vibrators in and out, and on and off. Sometimes one at a time. Sometimes two or more together. It wasn’t trying to keep me on the edge at first. It had me moaning, but not on the edge the whole time. After about ten minutes of that, is shut down.

I had a minute of rest when I felt the nipple vibrators lightly contact my nipples and start a low vibration. It slowly increased the pressure and vibration and then added pussy, clit, and asshole vibrations. It got me to the edge in about five minutes and kept me there. It kept switching the different vibrators on and off, in and out, fast and slow, but didn’t give me any release. I lost track of time and just rolled around on my bed trying to get myself off, but I couldn’t.

I just kept repeating, “Ohhhhh ... Mmmmmmm ... Pleeeeease...” begging the suit to let me cum.

“Wow!” Miss said, entering my room, “It wasn’t long ago that you were begging NOT to cum!”

She stopped the suit. I took a minute to calm down and finally noticed her matching pink crop top, butt shorts, and heels. Her long, thick nipples poked the thin material of her top out obscenely while her obviously wet pussy made the crotch of her shorts transparent. Her huge clit and dark pussy lips were clearly visible.

“Do you want me to fix your clothes again?” I asked.

“Nah. Let’s see what my teammates do today. I think they were disappointed yesterday that I was nearly naked before they got to help me themselves,” she answered, “I’m just gonna head out. You need to go grocery shopping today. Put one of your dresses on. I want to see what it looks like.”

I went to my closet and grabbed a black dress. Like all my dresses, it was short, sheer, and tight but I thought the color would be the best to try to cover my chastity suit. I pulled the dress on and turned to Miss.

“Oh My God! You look like you have a suit of armor on under your dress,” she said laughing.

I looked in the mirror. My clit throbbed when I saw myself. What I had on under my dress was so totally obvious. At least I would be dressed today though, and not totally naked.

“Text me when you’re on your way to the store,” Miss said, “I may want to turn your vibrations on while you’re out. Gotta go! Bye!”

She quickly turned and left. I took the dress off and went into the bathroom to clean up. Miss forgot that she needed to help me. I couldn’t wash my crotch or tits, but I did my best. I fixed my hair and make-up, put the dress back on, slipped on some heels and headed out. I texted Miss when I got in the car and within a minute my suit was working me over.

I got a lot of stares in the grocery store, but I was able to get the shopping done without any trouble. It went very smoothly considering that I nearly got arrested the day before.

I put the groceries away when I got home and did my best to do some house-cleaning with the suit turning on and off all day.

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The next couple days were pretty quiet in school and at home. I still wasn’t allowed to cum at school and Ms. Connor extended that to home, too. She didn’t want me to cum until after the competition. I wasn’t sure I could wait that look. At least I didn’t have an electric chastity suit to tease me on top of that.

I got my clothes cut down to nearly nothing each day. I embarrassed myself in class, up at the board, and at the teachers’ desks. Of course, I modeled my nakedness on the tabletop at lunch time. All this kept me very horny, and I couldn’t even look forward to cumming at home anymore.

One day, I even got to help tease Eugene in Nurse Hatchet’s office. She made me show my nipples and clitty and bend over and stuff right in front of him while she tickled his little peepee. He was so frustrated when she locked it up again without letting him shoot.

Ms. Connor was vibrating my butthole randomly the whole time, too. I wasn’t as shocked when it came on, but it took less and less time for the vibrations to get me close to cumming. It was hard to hold back, but I managed.

We practiced our routine so many times, we could do it in our sleep. By the end of practice on Thursday, we were more than ready for our dress rehearsal in the stadium on Friday after school.

I had Mom go out in her chastity suit every day, but with a dress on over it. I made sure to turn the vibrators on in tease mode as many times as I could. She said it was getting really good at getting her to the edge. It only took a few seconds before she was moaning to cum wherever she was at the time. It must have been totally embarrassing for her.

I took the chastity suit off Mom on Thursday after practice so she could shower. She smelled pretty bad. I couldn’t believe how engorged and dark her nipples, cunny lips, and clitty were. A few days of constant teasing at the edge of orgasm did a number on her.

After her shower, which I monitored to make sure she didn’t cum, I gave her a good spanking on her bottom. I didn’t want to mark her up too much. Then I gave her a break from the suit on Thursday night and let her sleep tied to her bed. I put it back on her on Friday morning. I wanted her to have it on for the dress rehearsal. The way Ms. Connor made it sound, half the town would be there and maybe even the local news. She promised a good show and all the tickets were sold out.

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Miss woke me up on Friday morning. She was naked, as usual, and visibly frustrated. Ms. Connor had forbidden her to cum, even at home the last few days. I knew the feeling. Miss untied me from bed, and we showered together, teasing each other’s bodies. We did our hair and makeup together, too.

We went to my room, and she put the chastity suit on me. She asked me if I wanted to wear a dress over it to the dress rehearsal. My clit throbbed. Would I dare go out with just the suit on? I was completely covered, after all, much more so then with some of my swimsuits. I decided that I should wear a dress, though. I told Miss that I didn’t want to take attention away from her and her teammates.

She chose the pink dress and heels for me to match my hair. She turned the nipple and pussy vibrators on at a low setting before I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous. I took the dress off since I wouldn’t be leaving the house for a while.

Miss went to her room to get dressed for school. She came back to model for me, setting my suit to tease mode. It had me on the edge in a few seconds. Just looking at how my daughter was dressed would have gotten me there without even being touched.

She decided to put on one of the dresses Ms. Jansen made for her. It was extra tight and made of black stocking material. It was totally see-through. She would be walking around naked. Her humiliating body was in full view. She wore her black strappy heels to match. You could clearly see the vibrator antenna sticking out of her asshole. Her outfit made me wonder again how Ms. Connor gets away with all her shenanigans.

My daughter’s nipples were long and thick. I could clearly see her huge clit throbbing as she struck a pose with her legs spread wide, arms up in the air. I knew how horny she was getting to be dressed this way. Showing off her humiliating body always got her off so hard. I felt bad that she wasn’t allowed to cum. I really wanted to take care of her before she left for school.

“Make sure you charge your suit today!” she said before turning to strut out of my room and off to school.

“Wait!” I called after her, “It’s still teasing me!”

“Have Fuuu-Un!” she yelled as she headed down the stairs and out the front door.

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The stocking dress was so tight and so see-through, it was like I was walking to school completely naked. People actually stopped on the sidewalk and stared at me with their mouths open. My cunny was leaking juices down to my knees and my clitty was throbbing. It didn’t help that I wasn’t allowed to cum. I don’t remember ever being so horny before.

When I got to school, I checked in with Ms. Connor. She even looked shocked at my nakedness. I had to lick her off twice before she let me head to homeroom. Of course, I wasn’t allowed to cum, even though she buzzed my butthole relentlessly all day.

I waited until the bell rang before going into the classrooms. I wanted to make sure that I was the last one in and everyone saw how naked I was. I needed them all to get a good look at my humiliating tittieless chest and huge clitty. They all stared as I walked to my seat. I saw a lot of the boys and even the male teachers fixing their pants ‘cause I was giving them boners. Even some of the girls were rocking their legs trying to get off by squeezing their clitties. It was so hot.

I was so horny. I would have gladly sucked all their dicks and clitties the whole class period. Wouldn’t that make a cool science project? See how many students I can make cum in one class period!

Debbie and Tonya pulled me into the girl’s room between periods. They looked me over and decided that my dress was perfect as it was. They didn’t change a thing. All they did was spank my butt, nipples and pussy before they let me get to my next class. Of course, the strap marks were clearly visible under my dress. I loved it. It was so humiliating for the whole school to see that I got a spanking. And not just on my butt. My nipples and clitty get spanked too.

I did my usual table-top modeling routine during lunch. I made sure to bend over with my legs spread wide so everyone could get a good look at my cunny lips and butthole.

Classes finally ended and it was time to head over to the stadium for the show. I rode the bus to the stadium in my slutty dress and heels. When we got there, we went to the locker room to change into our uniforms. Ms. Connor said she had a lot to take care of and left us in the locker room, but she would be back before we had to go out.

I was disappointed to change into my special uniform. ‘Why can’t I be more naked?’ I thought to myself. I wished I could wear the see-through dress for the show.

We stretched and chatted among ourselves waiting for show time.

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Ms. Connor left the girls in the locker room and headed out into the stadium. The crowd was assembling, and it looked like it would be full. She surveyed the area in front of the bleachers, where the team would perform, to make sure it was clear of debris and safe for the girls. She also made sure that the place for the band was properly marked for them. She didn’t want them too close.

Everything looked OK, so she went to check with the local TV camera that was being set up. She wanted to be sure that their feed was hooked into the stadium’s scoreboard TVs so the crowd would be able to see it. They said it was all set.

She also wanted to go over the routine with them again to make sure they were zooming in for all the big tumbling and tossing stunts that were being done. The camera man seemed to have it down. She also reminded him about the agreement she had with the producers and that he wasn’t to cut away from the routine for any reason. He said he was aware and will continue rolling, regardless of what happened.

“You still want me to introduce the team, right?” the cutsie little reporter asked.

“Yes, of course,” Ms. Connor replied, “We’ll be listening for you in the locker room, and I’ll have the girls run out when you’re done.”

Scanning the crowd, she noticed Ms. Jansen and headed over to chat with her.

“You have that app on your phone to work Suzy’s vibrators?” Ms. Connor asked.

“Yup. All set,” Ms. Jansen replied.

“She shouldn’t be too hard to find with that pink hair.”

“No. I’ll find her and make sure she takes one of the seats we have reserved down front.”

“Perfect.”

“Hey! That lady Fran is here. You want to meet her?”

“Not now but point her out to me.”

“Right over there,” Ms. Jansen said, pointing out the grey-haired lady wearing the blue house dress.

“Oh! Wow!” Ms. Connor said, laughing, “Let’s get that one on the stripper pole!”

“I was thinking the basement of your shop, better,”

“Definitely. Make it happen ... Oh! There’s Loni ... Remember I was telling you? She’s Annie’s mom.”

Loni was walking toward them. She looked like she was going to a night club instead of a sports stadium. She had on a yellow mini dress with matching heels. Ms. Connor didn’t notice any hint of underwear.

“Holy shit! She’s hot!”

“Shhh ... she’s coming this way ... Loni! I’m so glad you came!” Ms. Connor said

“Oh! I wouldn’t miss it. Even though Annie can’t fully participate fully.” Loni said.

Ms. Connor introduced Loni to Ms. Jansen and explained that she was responsible for the girls’ uniforms.

“I wouldn’t mind making YOU a dress or two,” Ms. Jansen said.

“Yes, I love this material,” Ms. Connor said, grabbing the dress by the hem and pulling it up.

“Oh!” Loni said, pushing her dress back down. “You know I don’t wear underwear!”

“Don’t tease me,” Ms. Connor said.

“Take one of the reserved seats down front,” Ms. Jansen said.

“Oh, thank you very much, I will,” Loni said and headed to her seat.

“What do you think?” Ms. Connor asked when Loni was out of ear shot.

“You will eat that one alive,” Ms. Jansen replied, “can I rip that dress off her?”

“Oh my God! That would be something in front of all these people. You know, she’s going to Jackson’s thing with her daughter tomorrow,”

“No way! He’s gonna tear them both up!”

They laughed and went their separate ways.

Ms. Connor made sure to show her face where it needed to be shown. She greeted the mayor, the school superintendent, and other VIPs. She also made sure to say hello to all her girls’ families.

Debbie’s mom had her typical baggy outfit on, hiding her chastity belt from the world. Debbie’s little sister looked at Ms. Connor with disgust. She was still bitter for not making the team. She was wearing a tight red miniskirt with a white halter top. She looked as slutty as ever.

Ms. Connor nearly fell over when she saw Suzy. She looked ridiculous with that tight pink dress over her chastity suit.

“You look great, Suzy,” Ms. Connor lied, “I love the dress. Tissues should be very proud of her mom today.”

“I don’t know exactly what it is I look like, but I know I don’t look ‘great’,” Suzy replied.

“Take a seat down front next to Ms. Jansen in case you need some ... help ... with your suit.”

“Oh! Uh ... Good idea!”

Just about everyone who was anyone in Ms. Connor’s network was there. She mingled until the band and color guard came on the field to entertain the crowd. Then she headed back to the locker room to make sure the girls were ready.

She gave the girls a rah-rah speech as the introduction started.

The reporter was doing her best to get everyone up on their feet and excited for the cheerleaders.

“And now, I’m proud and excited to present to you, your high-school cheerleading team!” She screamed into her microphone and ran off.

The girls ran onto the field, some doing cartwheels or other tumbles. Debbie trotted out, trying to keep her massive titties in her uniform. She didn’t dare try any kind of tumbling. They took their places as Ms. Connor took her place in front of them.

Tissues spotted her mom in the front row, right next to Ms. Jansen. She could see Ms. Jansen playing with her phone and her mom wiggling in her seat. She knew that her mom was on the edge. The thought made her own clit throb.

“Wow! Thank you all so much for coming,” Ms. Connor addressed the crowd,” The girls worked so hard on this routine. I really think you’re gonna love it. Feel free to take your phones out to take video. You’re gonna want to keep this one. I’m so proud to present the team and the routine that’s gonna KICK ASS in the competition!”

The crowd roared, jumping to their feet, as the band started playing the music that accompanied the routine.

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‘Oh my God!’ I thought as I stood front and center waiting to start the routine, ‘Ms. Jansen is keeping Mom on the edge during my routine.’ The thought made my clit throb. It was already harder and thicker than ever, since I haven’t been allowed to cum.

I looked over at Ms. Connor and she had her phone in her hand too. Then I felt the vibrator buzzing up my own butthole. I hope she didn’t see me as I almost fell over. We were supposed to be standing still!

The band started playing and I had butterflies in my stomach. When our cue came up in the song, the team started the routine. Once we were all moving, I relaxed a little and was able to focus on the moves. Since I’m the main flyer, I get tossed up in the air a lot and do a lot of tumbles, so I couldn’t get distracted.

It’s a good thing that Ms. Connor buzzed my butthole during practice, so I was used to it. She was only buzzing me lightly during the routine today. I was starting to think she was doing it to help me focus. After all, everything was going perfect.

The routine is three minutes long and it was going great. We kept in perfect synch with the music, and everyone was hitting their moves. The crowd was cheering us on as we got near the end, the big finish.

We got into position and at exactly the right moment, Debbie and Tonya tossed me up as high as they could. I felt a little tug somewhere as the let go, but I ignored it. I did all the flips and twists and landed perfectly in their arms.

When I looked down, I realized what that tug was. My uniform was torn off! I was completely naked and spread in front of the town and on TV! Everyone could see my tittieless chest, thick nipples, and huge, humiliating clitty. And the vibrator antenna, too!

I tried to struggle, but Debbie and Tonya held me tight. I felt the buzzing in my butthole increase to the highest Ms. Connor every buzzed it. ‘Oh God, please no!’ I thought.

“Oh my God! Let me go! I’m fucking naked!” I yelled as I struggled, but they still held me firm.

I looked up at the crowd as they cheered us on, pointing their cell phones at me. I turned to see the score board TV. It had a close up of me being held there completely naked! I could see my nipples, clitty and even the straps marks from earlier today.

“OH MY GOD! I’M GONNA SQUIRT-CUM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! AHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed.

My cunny shot a huge squirt up and out. It was the hardest I ever squirted as the orgasm came over me. I humped the air, making the vibrator up my butthole move up and down a little as I squirted five more times. Finally, my orgasm stopped and so did the buzzing up my butthole.

Tonya and Debbie dropped me to the grass and I laid there stunned for a second, then reached up to grab Debbie’s uniform to pull myself up. All I managed to do was pull her uniform down, exposing her huge titties.

“You fucking bitch!” she yelled and kicked me away, yanking her uniform back up in place.

The crowd cheered again. I rolled over and stood up, still completely naked.

The people in the front rows, mostly family and friends of the team, started to come out onto the field. I saw my mom and ran over to her. She was still being teased by Ms. Jansen and the chastity suit.

“Give me your dress!” I yelled, “I’M FUCKING NAKED!”

She pulled the dress over her head, revealing her humiliating chastity suit to everyone. She handed me the dress and just stood there.

Annie’s mom pointed at Mom laughing, “Holy shit! What a slut!”

“Oh yeah!” Mom said, running over to her.

Annie’s mom turned to run, but Mom grabbed the back of her dress and pulled. The dress tore completely off, and Annie’s mom fell down on the grass. She was naked and shaved bald under her dress. All she had on were her yellow heels.

Mom tried to use the torn dress to cover herself, but it was too far gone. Suddenly, she froze and then fell to the ground.

“OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING SO HARD!” she yelled.

I looked over and saw Ms. Jansen working away on her phone. I guess she made the suit give my mom some big orgasms. Mom just laid there cumming and cumming.

Annie’s mom stood up and ran away trying to cover her tits and bald cunny as she ran. She had to fight her way through the crowd. I guess she was running to her car.

Ms. Connor started yelling for the team to head to the locker room and we all did just that.

The band started playing and did one of their letter-forming routines.

I took one last look and saw Mom starting to stand up in her chastity suit when I realized that I had a dress in my locker. I ran back over and gave Mom her dress back. Then I ran to the locker room naked.

Debbie spanked the shit out of me for exposing her titties to everyone. Then she had the whole team spank me, too. There weren’t any straps there, thank God, so they just used their hands or sneakers.

Ms. Connor came in and told us to hurry up and get on the bus. She pulled the vibrator out of my butthole and gave me a big hug.

“You needed that, didn’t you?” she said.

“I guess I did,” I replied, not sure if I agreed with her right then and there. After all, she was responsible for me getting stripped and squirt-cumming in front of everyone. And on TV too!

The bus ride home was quiet. I think we were all tired from practicing all week and the stress of the performance. I walked home in my see-through dress and got the same reactions as I did this morning.

Mom got home before me, and she was waiting for me at the door. She gave me a big hug, apologizing for what happened.

I helped her take the suit off and we humped cunnies until I squirted on her. She came hard too. When we were done, we laid next to each other on her bed.

“That was quite a week!” she said.

The End