Chapter 1

I’m a Chinese Singaporean lady, I’m 46 years of age, happily married. I am also a senior teacher at a Secondary (high school) here in Singapore. I am about 1.8m tall, quite plump, and my breasts are approximately 40DD size, but sag a little due to my age. This was how my life spiralled down, being a sex slave to my own student.

After my experience as a total sex slave to my student last weekend at his home, I dreaded to go to work the next day. I hated having to see Jeremy in class just a day after he made me served him sexually for 2 whole days.

My dear husband had been totally supportive of me, even though he was full of rage and jealousy when I told my husband what had happened to me in Jeremy’s place during the 2 days I was with him.

I was in bed with my husband, wearing nothing but a lacy thong when he insisted to know what had happened. I tried to evade his question but he kept asking me repeatedly, so I gave in.

“He treated me like is pet slave, honey,” I started, while laying next to my husband, my hands on his out of shape and oversized stomach.

“He forced me to wear a ring gag in my mouth wherever I went, except when I sleep or having to suck his cock. He also placed a leash around my neck, and I had to walk on all fours around his house like a puppy. Oh, he was so cruel, darling!”

I held my husband’s tiny penis and jerked it slowly, and continued.

“He had sex with me all day and night, pausing just to eat. The next morning I wasn’t allowed to wash myself up, not even after I emptied my bowels. He then forced me to go out in public to get some food in the most ridiculous of outfits. Oh honey, I had to endure so many stares from the rough looking men just to get it.”

My husband was red faced with anger, but surprisingly he started to get an erection.

“Go on, my love, I want to know everything that the sick pervert did to you,” he said.

I kissed my husband’s cock and ran my tongue on the tip of the head, then continued, “There was an old man, who flirted with me in the shop. I scolded him for being rude to me. Oh darling, I didn’t have the slightest idea he was Jeremy’s uncle, and he had sex with me too, as soon as he knew I was Jeremy’s slut.”

I started jerking my husband”s cock faster, as I knew he would be tired and would sleep once he is done.

“The old man stinked of alcohol and tobacco, and I guessed it was days since he last bathed. But I had to suck his dirty cock, and even swallowed his cum while Jeremy fucked my pussy. I am so sorry, darling.”

“Did you cum? Did you enjoyed it?” my husband was so upset.

I had to tell a white lie.

“No, of course not, my dear. I did not enjoy it at all.”

And with that, my husband’s tiny cock squirted a few drops of yellowish cum onto my hands.

The next day, I had a pleasant surprise when I found out Jeremy wasn’t in school today. Maybe he was too tired having sex with me a weekend.

My school always had random medical check-ups for the staff, and I found out I was the one selected for the day. This check-up was to be done in the school’s clinic, by our own in house doctor.

I texted my husband I would be home late due to the check-up. As soon as I finished my lessons, I had a short coffee break in the pantry, and made my way down the hall, passing the stream of the teachers and students who were already making their way home.

As soon as I reached the clinic, I saw a man ruffling through his backpack just outside the clinic’s door. I then realised it was an alumni student, whom I had taught just a couple of years ago. I also remembered his name was Kevin; he was a bit nerdy but excelled in his studies.

I smiled and called out to him, “Hi, good evening Kevin, what are you doing here? And at this time when I guessed everyone has gone home.”

I startled him so much he nearly jumped.

“Oh I’m sorry, I don’t mean to startle you,” I said, patting his shoulder lightly.

“Hi Mrs. Ho,” he greeted. “I’m here to gain some first hand experience in medical studies that would help me in my college exams,” Kevin explained. His voice stuttered; he seemed to be nervous upon seeing me.

“I see, that’s wonderful Kevin. I wish you all the best on your studies. It’s great seeing you again,” I said, smiling broadly.

He looked so scared he could only nod his head. Poor boy. I felt I shouldn’t torture him any more with my questions, so I gave a gentle tap on his shoulders and moved on.

I entered the clinic. Our school doctor, is a kind senior man named Dr. Maz, who is around 55 years of age.

Dr. Maz is also a family friend. He is a short and stout, with signs of balding. We knew each other’s spouses. His wife is also a doctor, she works in a local hospital. She and I would sometimes catch up on gossips over the phone, too. Just a month ago, we even went shopping at downtown Orchard Road together.

Me and my husband would sometimes go for a nice dinner with them in expensive restaurants in the city once every three months or so. As such, I had utmost confidence and trust on Dr. Maz. But whereas me and my husband are a childless couple, Dr. Maz and his wife had four kids of their own. The one thing I truly appreciate about him, is that he always respected me and always addressed me as ‘Madam’. In return, I would always call him ‘Doctor’ too, even when we are with our spouses.

“Oh, hi there Madam Ho, it is so nice to see you,” he said once I entered. “How is your husband doing? Hope you lovely couple are doing fine,” he said sweetly.

“I am fine Dr. Maz, I had a long day today marking the students’ homeworks and preparing for the upcoming tests,” I sighed heavily, mimicking a tired face. “My husband, as you know, is always busy, running his telecommunications business. It pained me seeing him having to travel overseas all the time.”

“He is a good man nevertheless, isn’t he. You two are perfect for each other. One thing for sure, he is a lucky man, having such a gorgeous wife as you.”

“Oh you’re flattering me a wee too much haha,” I laughed.

“It’s true. Anyway, you worked too hard, I can see. Sometimes you have to take it easy. Well, I guessed today you got selected for the random check-up, eh?”

“Yes doctor, I guess, for my age at 40, I should be checked every year or so. So let’s get on with it,” I made an excited face. In true fact, I hate check-ups.

“There will be an assistant with me today, Madam,” he said.

I noticed someone then entered the school clinic and there stood before me, in full doctor’s uniform, was Kevin, my ex student whom I just greeted!

“Hi Mrs. Ho, uh ... I- I’m the assistant for today, pleased to meet you,” he mumbled. He was still so nervous, this innocent boy!

I looked at him, still truly surprised. But since I trusted our school doctor fully, I was agreeable to this arrangement. After all, Dr. Maz had been working here for more than a decade.

“Well well, nice to meet you too, Kevin. I’m glad you picked up new skills from our doctor here. Young men like you must be willing to learn,” I laughed.

He fidgeted and replied softly, “Yes, Mrs. Ho.”

“Now Kevin here is to do a simple DNA swab test on the insides of your mouth. He has been well trained before, so I hope you wouldn’t worry,” Dr. Maz said with a kind smile on his face, while Kevin already had the cotton swabs in his hands.

“Of course doctor, I understand,” I replied. Then, addressing to my ex student, I said “Come here, don’t be afraid, I won’t bite,” I laughed, teasing him a little.

He came nearer and I opened my mouth.

I felt the cotton swab being rubbed against the insides of my cheeks. He took a lot longer than I thought he should, but I understood he was new and thus would take some time to perfect this skill. I noticed he was being far too close to my face while swabbing my mouth, though.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally backed away, and passed the cotton swab to the doctor. Dr. Maz the put it into a jar.

“Next, is the breathing check-up, Madam. Just lay on the bed, while I use my stethoscope to hear your breathing. I will have to place it on your chest, just so you know.”

I laid down straight on the clinic bed, looking at the celing. I felt the cold stethoscope being placed on my breasts. Kevin was beside the doctor too, looking directly at my chest. He must be very eager to learn from Dr. Maz, which is a good thing, I thought.

“There is something wrong with your breathing, Madam,” Dr. Maz said, looking very concerned. I was so worried!

“Wrong, Doctor?”

“Yes, but there is no way for me to know until we check it thoroughly. For that, I am sorry but I would require you to take off your shirt, Madam.”

I was already very worried. Was there something wrong with me?

“Ok if you say so, Doctor, please do what is necessary,” I replied, unbuttoning my shirt. I noticed Kevin was staring at me, smiling slightly to himself. But I had no time to be suspicious of him. My health was the priority now.

Dr. Maz seemed very professional. “Kevin, please hang Mrs. Ho’s blouse by the chair,” he said.

Kevin took my blouse gingerly and hung it on the patient chair. Did I noticed him smelling it? No that couldn’t be, I thought.

“I would need you to remove your bra too, I’m afraid.”

Oh my, seriously, doctor?” I was feeling quite embarassed, stripping in the room for these two men. But, like I said, I trusted Dr. Maz, and I do believe he is a professional. Furthermore, my husband knew him, and I don’t think he would ever betray his friend.

“You know Madam, that’s the only way, I’m sorry.”

I let out a defeated sigh and unclasped my bra, and both my jugs fell out woth a ‘pop’ sound.

“Oh wow,” Kevin said softly, but I could still hear him. Dr Maz just stood and gazed at my heaving chest.

“Umm guys, I’m ready for my check up now,” I said.

My sentence startled both of them.

“Ah yes, of course, the check up. Kevin, stethoscope.”

“I’m sorry but I would have to touch your breasts, Madam. That way I could listen to the parts that are not blocked by it.”

“Yes of course, Doctor.” I had already resigned to the fact Kevin would witness all this. I’ll do what ever it takes, for the doctor to see what’s wrong with my breathing, I told myself.

Dr. Maz touched the outer part of my breasts, moving it aside, so the head of the scope could reach my chest.

“Breathe deeply, Madam.”

I breathed in deep and exhaled slowly a couple of times.

“This isn’t working,” Dr. Maz said. He then took out a metal mouth gag from his drawer. It has two metal bars, one for the upper teeth and one for the lower one. I stared at it.

“What is that doctor??”

“Don’t worry, it is just a device that I have to insert into your mouth, in order to keep your mouth open. This stimulates deep breathing from the lungs. Trust me, Madam.”

“Okay Dr. Maz, I trusts you,” I said. I could not believe the cold steel mouth gag will be put into my mouth!

Both Dr. Maz and Kevin helped to put the thing in place. They inserted the bar in between my teeth. Initially it was fine as I just needed to open my mouth slightly, but as Kevin started to turn the screw, the bars opened wider, causing my mouth to be opened wide too. Kevin then locked the device, so I could not close my mouth, no matter how hard I tried.

They stood back, admiring their work. I just looked at them, through my thick large framed glasses, feeling very restless and awkward. Dr. Maz then proceeded to check on my chest again. “Kevin, I need you to move Madam’s left breast to the side, while I move her right one.” Kevin gladly did as he was told.

Oh my, I thought. Here I am, in this room with these two guys, none of which was my husband, and each holding one of my breasts. It looked very strange for anyone to see, but since it was about my health, I told myself to endure it.

I felt my nipples hardening, as both of the men touched them as they moved my two breasts away from each other. Oh what is becoming of me? I told myself not to get horny, but it seemed as if my body was acting on it’s own.

I prayed that the doctor would find out about my issue soon, as I felt my pussy began to get wet. Sharon, please don’t be a slut, I told myself. I am not supposed to get wet. I am a senior teacher, for god’s sake.

I felt Kevin twisted my hardened nipple on my left breast, making it even harder. I was not sure the boy was supposed to do that. We looked at each other briefly.

“Oh sorry Mrs. Ho, I didn’t do that on purpose,” he said while stroking my nipple as if to make the pain go away.