Art Teacher Blues
Copyright© 2025 by adirtymind
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - He thought he had it made, but his 15 year old student, along with a couple of her friends, had different ideas. He gets trapped with no way out.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft mt Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Facial Oral Sex
Somehow, I just knew my luck couldn’t last, not that I had any problems or bad omens of impending doom; hell, I was living my dream.
I’ve wanted to be an art teacher since the sixth grade, when I had art classes for the first time. I’d always loved to draw, and Mr. Willis, my first art teacher, recognized my passion and took me under his wing. From that time on, I had no doubt what I was going to do with my life.
It was a lot of studying and hard work, but once I got my teacher’s certificate, everything happened so fast. My very first interview landed me a teaching position at a small-town high school.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get better, Ms. Carolyn Hightower, the school board administrator, asked if I had a place to live. I told her I had just arrived in town and hadn’t yet had a chance to look for an apartment.
“I may be able to help with that,” she replied. “My ex-husband and I own a small two bedroom house on the edge of town. We bought it for extra income before the divorce. We have a managing company that rents it out for us, but it’s not occupied at the moment.”
She reached into the top drawer of her desk, retrieved a business card, and offered it in my direction. “Here’s their address. They can give you a tour of the place, and I’ll tell them to give you a break on the rent.”
I thanked her, grabbed a quick lunch at a diner in town, and headed over to the management office.
“You must be Terry Fleming,” a very pretty, young woman said as I walked in. “Carol said you’d probably stop by. My name is Susan, but everyone calls me Susie,” she said, reaching her hand out.
As I took her hand, I wondered if she was married. Her smile and friendly attitude told me no, but it wasn’t until we got into her car and she put her left hand on the steering wheel that I was able to confirm it.
The house was perfect, it was even partially furnished with a TV, a couch, and chair in the living room, and a table and two chairs in the kitchen. I’d need a bedroom set, but a mattress on the floor would do for the time being. I didn’t even bother looking at any other places; the rent was about half of what an apartment would cost.
Once I moved in, I did some exploring. The town was even smaller than I thought. It did have a downtown area, but most people lived on farms or small rural subdivisions outside of town.
My first day of school was exhilarating. I taught freshmen through senior art, and my classes were small enough that I’d be able to spend time with my students one on one if needed.
I had just finished my first week and was feeling on top of the world on the way home. As I pulled into the drive and turned the ignition off, I just sat in the car for a couple of minutes, taking it all in. There were only three other houses in the neighborhood, and they were far enough apart that no one bothered anybody. I felt a smile stretch across my face, and once again, I had to thank my lucky stars.
I walked up to the front door and started to unlock it, but it was already unlocked. I scolded myself for forgetting to lock it when I left that morning. I walked in and almost peed myself from the initial shock. Sitting in my living room were three people. I recognized two of them as my students.
Chris, a young lady with blond hair, blue eyes, and a killer smile, sat on the end of the couch. She was a sophomore, but was taking first year art. Daryl, a tall, muscular young man, was a senior and was also taking first year art. I had seen the third young lady in the school, but she wasn’t in any of my classes.
“What the... “ I blurted out. “How did you get in here?”
Chris spoke with an arrogant grin, “Never mind that, come on in here, I want to talk to you.”
Shocked again by her attitude and the tone of her voice, I just stood there with my mouth open. It took me a moment to regain my faculties. “All right–OUT, I want you all out of here immediately; if you want to talk, make an appointment during my free hour at school.”
No one budged a muscle, and my temper was rising. I took a deep breath to try and calm down before stomping into the living room to use more intimidating tactics. I stood, hovering over Chris since she seemed to be in charge, “Did you hear...”
In a flash, she jumped up from the couch and backhanded me across my cheek. It happened so fast, I found myself sitting on my ass before I felt the burning from my face.
I was confused and shocked, but mostly humiliated. I scrambled to get back on my feet, but before I could get up, Chris kicked the side of my knee, and I tumbled face down onto the carpet. Before I could even think about moving, Chris grabbed my arm and pulled it straight up and behind me while putting her knee in my back. “Now, be a good little boy and don’t move or I’ll break your arm,” she threatened.
She didn’t have to worry; there was no chance of me moving. I was completely immobilized. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up while someone else, I assumed it was Daryl, put what felt like a leather collar around my neck. Next, he took my other arm and bent it behind me. I could feel another leather cuff being fastened around my wrist, then Chris bent my other arm around, and they secured it with another leather cuff. I tried to pull my hands apart as soon as they let go, but it was no use; they were cuffed together. They were also attached to the back of the collar with a leather strap. I was completely helpless and scared.
I heard Chris tell Daryl to sit me up with my back against the wall, and felt his hands grab me under the arms and lift me into position. I had never in my life felt so powerless. I wanted to cry, but I wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction.
All three were once again sitting on the couch, smirking at me. “Now–do I have your attention?” Chris asked.
“Yeah,” I answer, as my shoulders sagged.
“From now on, you’ll address me as Ma’am. Now, you want to try that again?”
What could I do? “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Much better; now, when I speak, you will NOT interrupt and you will NEVER backtalk me again, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“See,” she said, turning to the others, “he’s learning already.” She looked back at me, “Do you know who I am?”
“Yeah ... yes, Ma’am; you’re Chris Hightower. You’re in my first class.”
“That’s right; do you know who my mother is?”
“I assume she’s Carolyn Hightower.”
“That’s right; Carolyn Hightower, the School Board Administrator ... your boss. I’ll bet you don’t know who my dad is.”
“No, Ma’am.”
“His name is Bob Hightower; he owns the Dojo in town. Do you know what a Dojo is?”
“Yes, Ma’am, it’s a place where they teach martial arts.”
“Right you are,” she said enthusiastically. “My dad teaches Karate, Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwondo. He started teaching me when I was three so I could protect myself if anyone ever tried to rape me like you just tried to do.”
Hearing the accusation, I forgot myself; I tried pulling my hands apart again as I vehemently denied the charge. “I NEVER did any such thing!”
“Of course you did, and I have the proof. A couple of days ago, Daryl bought a burner phone and sent me a text telling me to meet you here. The phone is in the back of one of your desk drawers at school.
The story I’ll tell the Sheriff ... oh, did I mention the Sheriff is my Uncle Ben? Yeah, he’s my dad’s brother, and very protective of his favorite niece; anyhow, when I got the text, I showed it to Daryl. We both thought it was a little weird, so he followed me here and waited outside the door. When he heard the commotion, he came in and saw you trying to take my clothes off. He grabbed you, and I disabled you with a kick to the knee before calling my dad and crying as I told him about the bad teacher who lurid me here and tried to rape me ... He would call my uncle, who would come over and arrest what was left after my dad got through with you.”
Now, I was really confused ... they thought up this elaborate plan just to blackmail me into giving them ‘A’s? Well, I had to give them an ‘A’ for effort, but it wasn’t going to work.
I figured I’d have to agree to anything they said for the time being, but as soon as I got loose, I’d go right to Ms. Hightower and tell her what her little girl was trying to do.
“So you see,” she continued, “you’re in a spot. With one phone call, I could have you arrested and behind bars for the next twenty years.
“Now, let me tell you why my folks got divorced. A while back, my Mom read some articles about women taking charge in the bedroom. She told my Dad she wanted to dominate him, not all the time, just during sex.
“I was real young at the time, but I could hear them fighting. My Dad said there was no way he was going to submit to her during sex or any other time.
“Well, things calmed down for a while, and it looked like Mom had given up; then Dad found out she was cheating on him with some submissive boy toy. That was it; he filed for divorce. As soon as he moved out, Mom moved her boy toy in. They were very discreet around me at first, but by then I knew what they were doing. These days, they pretty much talk openly around me. Mom even told me she gets a kick from making him wear a cock cage.”
I didn’t want to believe that about Ms. Hightower; she seemed like a really nice lady, but Chris didn’t sound like she was lying. If what she said was true, I wondered if I could count on her mother to reprimand her, or would she just take her daughter’s side.
I was beginning to see that the trap Chris had laid out was tighter than I originally thought. I was succumbing to the realization that Chris and Daryl would be getting ‘A’s in my class.
“So, Terry, what’ll it be, you going to do what I say or do I make my call?”
I hated to be blackmailed like that, but she seemed so sure of herself, I wasn’t about to take a chance. “Yeah, I’ll ... I mean, yes, Ma’am, I’ll do what you say.”
The smug grin on her face was pure evil. “Good, but you’ve been a bad boy. Despite me telling you never to interrupt or talk back to me, you’ve done both, so I’m going to show you what happens when you disobey me.”
She turned to her co-conspirator. “Daryl, stand him up and pull down his pants.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I lost it again and raised my voice, “What! No, no, you’re not,” I said as I tried to pull away from Daryl’s grip. The more I struggled, the tighter Daryl gripped me around the arms. He was extremely strong and I was gritting my teeth from the pain, but I still fought with everything I had ... which wasn’t nearly enough.
When I wouldn’t stop fighting, Daryl called out to the other young lady. “Sherry, come here and pull his pants down, will ya.”
“I’d be delighted,” she replied, with a broad smile.
Daryl put his mouth close to my ear as she walked over. “Settle down, Boy, before I have to hurt you.” He emphasized his words by squeezing my arms harder.
I had given up anyway. I was about to show my dick to a couple of my students, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Sherry unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, and pulled my trousers and underwear down at the same time. To my shame and everyone else’s amusement, my cock sprang out.
Chris chuckled, “Well now, it looks like our little slave enjoys being humiliated.” It was the first time I heard the word ‘slave,’ and it sent shivers down my back. “Daryl, would you get one of the kitchen chairs and bring it out here for me, please.”
He left me, but with my arms locked behind me and my pants down around my ankles, there wasn’t much I could do but just stand there.
Daryl brought out one of the kitchen chairs and put it in the middle of the room. She thanked him, then took her seat. She had something in her hand, it looked like a paddle. “Okay, bring him over here and bend him over my lap.”
She was going to paddle me! I tried struggling again, but it was no use. They bent me face down over her lap with Daryl holding my head down and Sherry holding my feet. The first strike of the paddle was like a bolt of lightning shooting through my body. I screamed in pain about the time I felt the second blow. I tried to roll off of her, but it was useless. The third, fourth, and fifth blows brought tears to my eyes.
By the time she finished my spanking, I was crying like a little boy, and I sobbed from both the pain and the humiliation. My ass was on fire by the time they let me up.
“Maybe that will teach you I mean what I say. That was twenty-five swats; anymore backtalk from you and it’ll be fifty next time; have I made myself clear?”
I was sobbing so hard, I could barely get out the words, “y ... yes, Ma’am.”
“Good, now–in case you haven’t guessed yet, you are going to be our sex slave. I will be your primary Mistress, but you will also obey Daryl and Sherry. Now, are you by any chance gay or bisexual?”
“N ... no, Ma’am.”
“Too bad; in that case, I have more bad news for you, Daryl IS gay, so you’re going to become very proficient at sucking cock and taking it up the ass; of course, becoming an expert at eating pussy goes without saying.”
This was a nightmare. I couldn’t think of a way out of it. I would have to do what they wanted until they left, then I’d pack the car and get the hell out of there. I’d go someplace else and teach.
I was already planning my escape. Once I was on the road and safely away, I’d send Carolyn Hightower an email explaining why I had to go. Certainly, she’d have to figure that since I was resigning, I’d have no reason to lie. Whether the story about the boy toy was true or not, I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate losing a teacher.