Teacher’s Pet Ch 11

DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18.

DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.

DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain “comic book” style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic.

Chapter 11:

Mr. Wilson’s Perspective

As I heard the shower run, and felt the steam fill my small apartment unit, I faded into a dream like state. I was in utter bliss. I still couldn’t believe that this was really happening.

In a matter of weeks I had went from lusting over the sweet sexy teen in my class, to absolutely owning her as my personal sex doll. I wiped the residual cum off my thigh, my sweet teen pet had just given me a morning blow job, and was now in the shower cleaning herself off.

Not only was this gorgeous young teen at my beck and call, she was becoming progressively more depraved every day, at my doing of course. In a matter of weeks she went from an innocent virgin in my junior math class, to an utter depraved whore. Through my exploits, she’s been put on display and made to pleasure her classmates, the school Principal and even the Janitor.

That wasn’t it though, what really let me take our game to the next level was when she not so willingly seduced and made love to her own father! Out of fear that I would land him in prison for fucking his own teen daughter, I forced her leave him and run away from home and straight into my lair. He was her only family member. I knew that if I got him out of the picture, she would be even more malleable in becoming my personal whore.

I made her stay in my run down apartment instead. Now I knew that I had her exactly where I wanted her; scared and utterly alone. In one day living with me, I’ve started to degrade her further into a subhuman sex slave, stripping away all of her rights, and forcing her to please me in any way that I wanted. I took the depravation to another level last night, as I forced her put on a web cam performance for the ages for 100’s of strange men online. I made thousands of dollars off my slut, but more importantly, it took her sexual humiliation to a whole different level.

I heard the shower turn off, and then Katee’s light footsteps walking out on to the bathroom flooer. She started putting on her make up and outfit.

You see, I’m not in this for the money of whoring out a one wholesome young teen. I’m in it for the control. What feels even better than a gorgeous teen’s tight pussy on my cock is the feeling that I am in utter control of her life. It’s the sort of control that I’ve never had before. As you know, I’m an elderly high school teacher nearing retirement, with not much to show for in my life. I’m the type of guy that has always been at the bottom of the barrel. With Katee, this is the first time I’ve felt powerful. And this kind of power is more addicting than just sex.

As good of a situation as this was, I knew that it could end at any moment. I always knew that Katee was a wake up call and one or two smart moves away from being able to get out of my control, and getting me locked up for the rest of my life. My threats of exposing her tapes to the public, exposing her dad and everything else, were completely empty. My only hope is that she didn’t call me out on my bluff.

To make this situation a bit more stable, I needed her to break down her sense of self completely, through humiliation, insults and sexual degradation. Only then could I build her back up as what I wanted, an utterly obedient whore. Once she truly bought in to her new identity, my plan would be complete and she would be my toy for life.

Today was going to be the next step. I wanted to slowly start to transform this sweet teen’s innocent image so that every time she looked in the mirror, she would see a slut.

Just then, Katee walked out of the bathroom, looking at me solemnly. I smiled as I looked her up and down.

She was dressed in a light pink top and tight white pencil skirt. Her top was near shoulderless with thin see through straps connecting the front and back. She was braless but the top had heavy underpadding to lift her big tits up into perfect position. It was low cut to the point where the top halves of her big tits were clearly visible.

The bottom of the top wrapped tightly around her torso, but ended above her belly button, leaving her entire midriff exposed.

He pencil skirt wrapped tightly around her luscious ass, and ended a few inches below her cheeks. I had her wear a hot pink lace thong, and had her lift up the sides so that it was clearly visible on her naked waist to any one that would look.

She had her soft brown hair worn in a up in a pony tail. I had her wear plenty of pink blush on her cheeks, and pink lip stick to accentuate her soft young ‘dick sucking’ lips.

I had her wear hot pink high heeled pumps, which matched her lips and visible thong. In short, she was dressed like a scandalous little whore.

“Don’t you look like a hot little slut.” I sneered “Perfect for our day out today.”

Her eyes widened as her worst fear came true, she would have to go out in public looking like this.

I packed my bag, including a hand gun. I knew that if I was walking around with a piece of ass dressed like this, there could be a chance I would be inviting trouble.

As I locked the door and walked with her down the hallway. I reminded her

“Remember, if anybody asks, you’re my girlfriend.” I sneered as I saw her visibly repulsed by that word

“And you will do everything I say today. One hint of disobedience and you will be punished when we get home.” I said as I smacked her ass sharply before cupping it in my hands.

“Yes master” she pouted

Relieve, I led her down into the elevator.

The elevator opened, there were a couple boys inside, their jaws dropped as they took a look at Katee. They must have been preteens, but they knew that this girl was hotter than anything they’ve ever seen before.

Katee blushed, making her cheeks even redder, and she maintained her forward gaze. I looked at the kids and sneered as I wrapped my arm around Katee’s bare waist and pulled her lithe body in towards mine.

The boys were making no attempt to hide their gaze. Knowing we had a moment before the run down elevator made its way down to the main floor, I thought I would give these boys a show. I took my hand and slipped it under Katee’s skirt, lifting it up a few inches for them to catch a glimpse of her bare ass cheek and hot pink thong. They groaned. I laughed as I gave her ass a quick squeeze.

Just then the elevator reached the main floor, and Katee quickly reached her hand to her skirt hem and pulled it down just in time.

The boys giggled as they raced out of the building. I’m sure they would be telling their friends about what they saw today.

I calmly walked Katee out of the building. As you might have imagined, I live in the shittiest possible part of town. It’s the slums. So a girl like Katee sticks out like a diamond in a coal mine in a place like this. I knew the type of attention she would get on a routine walk around the block, and I knew how much it would humiliate her, which is just what I wanted.

Her high heels clicked on the rough pavement on the side walk. We passed a few hobo’s lying on the side walk just a few feet from our entrance. We heard cat calls, a “Damn bitch you’re fine as fuck!” and even a “Come on bro let me see those titties!”

I simply smiled and nodded, trying to be pleasant. My hand was groping her ass cheek through her skirt as I pulled her into me. I noticed she wasn’t fighting. As much as she was repulsed by me, she knew that I was her best chance of avoiding getting raped by these vagrants.

It seemed like every 30 seconds there was another lewd comment. Within a few minutes of the walk around the block, Katee had been asked to “show her tits”, “spread her ass cheeks”, “finger her pussy” and “suck cock” on multiple occasions.

It was hard to blame these guys though. Katee was dressed like a high class escort, and was 10 times hotter than any prostitute you would see around this part of town.

I would just laugh and joke “She’s taken fellas”, and would mostly be met with laughs, congratulations or astonishment.

My favorite were rare families we would walk by. Mothers would cover their family member’s eyes, while the men would leer at Katee, trying to hide their gaze from their wives.

One grandma type walked by and screamed “You should be ashamed of yourself young girl, dressing like a slut.