Chapter 3

It was three agonizingly long days before Saturday came and she was to see her Sir again. This time he would be coming to her home though and she hoped that meant they’d be able to spend more time having sex. She liked the times they had shared at school but there was always a time element involved – they couldn’t dally too long without risking getting caught.

Now at her home they could take their time and do more – she lived alone and there was no one to catch them. She’d even left the garage door unlocked so if he wanted to pull his car in he could so it wouldn’t be noticed.

Tommy had told her he would be coming over around 2:00 that afternoon which gave her a chance to pick up around the house and still get ready for him. He’d left two instructions for her; shave her pussy, and wear something pleasing to the eye and easily removed. The first instruction was easy enough, she had a ladies’ electric shaver and she had some gentle to the skin razors as well. She started the depilatory process with the electric shaver. She kept her pubic hair fairly short so it wasn’t like hacking through the forest and the shaver brought that down right next to the skin. But when she had finished with the shaver she could still feel the short hairs as she ran her fingers over the freshly shaved skin. This wouldn’t do ... Sir would not be happy with this – she needed to get rid of this stubble.

She stepped into the shower to get cleaned up and once she had finished showering, she turned her attention back to the pussy stubble. She used the razor to get it cut even closer and smoother. While she was at it she made sure her armpits and legs were equally smooth – she wanted so much to make a good impression on her Sir. As she primped and preened and got herself dolled up for her Sir, she mused at the whole situation – she was fussing over all this for a student of hers! Tommy was a high school boy in one of her classes ... a week ago he was just another face in the class, not a troublemaker, but certainly not an “A” student either. Just one of the hundreds of kids that had gone through her classroom doors over the years.

But things had taken a very unusual turn with this student. Now she was getting herself prepared to meet him in her home at his command for the express purpose of having sex with him. She was submitting herself to his will and his whims to do with her as he pleased. And she would do what he wished – she had already come to terms with her position with him. This eighteen-year-old high school boy was her Sir, her Master and she would do anything and everything he asked of her. She would do his bidding because he possessed the one thing she most craved. He could give her such exquisite, incredible pleasure that she would do whatever he required for it. She was addicted to him every bit as much as a crack addict is hooked on drugs. She couldn’t go without it and the last three days had been sheer hell. She needed her “fix” ... she needed his cock. Whether he chose her pussy her mouth or her ass it didn’t matter, all three holes led to the supreme pleasure only he could provide.

Yes, he owned her – heart, mind, and soul. She was his in every way. He was Master and she, his willing, wanton slave.

Once she was showered and shaved it was time to get dressed and ready for her Sir. She started with her makeup. She wanted to make sure she was done up to perfection – no flaws would be allowed. She started with her foundation. At 36 years old, those little wrinkles had started appearing and she wanted to cover them and give her that “youthful” look again. Once she had wiped away a few years, she moved to her eye makeup. She knew that men (and their younger counterparts) went for the dark evening eye makeup – that “smokey eye” look so she put a lighter eye shadow on the inner part of her eyelids closer to the nose, blending it progressively darker towards the outside and ending with it nearly black just outside her eyes. She also put a bit under her eyes to make her eyes look bigger. Guys like big doe eyes she thought to herself, smiling. She added shimmering highlights higher on her eyes, just under her brow to make her eyes “pop” and finished her eye makeup with a little heavier than usual mascara. She put a little blush on her cheekbones and then put on some dark red gloss lipstick to complete her makeup.

Next, she went to get dressed. The previous Wednesday after their last meeting at the school, she had gone home to try to find something he might find “pleasing to the eye and easy to get out of”. But going through her closet, she found she didn’t have anything anymore that would be suitable. After her divorce and subsequent lack of anyone to dress up for, she had gotten rid of most of her sexy lingerie – not that she had a lot of it, to begin with! So the next day after school, she went shopping at one of the sexy boutiques in the area and found an outfit that she thought he might like.

She put on the red open-cup sheer babydoll negligee, tying the front of it with the attached red satin ribbon just under and between her exposed tits. Then she put on the red garter belt and slipped on a pair of red fishnet thigh-top stockings. These particular stockings had a fairly fine mesh to them which she liked. Once she had her stockings on and snapped to the garter belt, she put on the red open-toe platform high heel shoes she had bought to go with this outfit.

She looked at herself in her full-length mirror, eyeing herself critically. She wanted to make sure everything was as close to perfect as she could get it – she knew that Tommy was very popular with the young girls at school and she had to be able to turn his eye from them. She needed to be beyond perfect – she needed dazzling!

Looking up at the clock on the wall she saw that it was almost time for him to arrive. She gave her long blonde hair a quick brush out then took a little perfume and dabbed in under each ear and down her neck on the sides and front. Then with a playful grin, she took a bit and dabbed it between her tits and a couple drops on her freshly shaved mons. Just in case! she thought.

A few minutes later she heard the doorbell ring. He’s here! Oh God, he’s here! she thought. She went swiftly to the door and looked through the peephole to make sure it was indeed him, then opened the door.

“Hello Sir,” she said as she opened the door to him.

“Hello slut,” he replied.

“Please come in. I’m so glad you came today.”

Tommy came in and Janette shut the door behind them. Tommy turned to look at Janette for a couple moments scanning the woman’s trembling body as he took in the vision before him.

Trying hard to maintain his cool, dominant demeanor, he said, “You are looking quite lovely today. I like this look on you.” He really wanted to fall back on his “Holy shit Ms. Stein, you look fucking hot!” but he needed to keep his head and show her he was in charge.

“Thank you, Sir. Would you like something to drink? I have soda ... or maybe a glass of wine?” she said, biting her lip coyly. She knew he was underage to be drinking, but they were playing adult games here and one glass wouldn’t hurt anything. Besides, what 18-year-old these days hasn’t tried liquor more than a few times!

“A glass of wine would be nice,” he said.

“I’ll be right back then,” she said and she went off to get their drinks. While she was gone, Tommy looked around her living room. Janette had a nicely decorated home and her furniture was nice too. Tommy was impressed with his teacher’s taste. She had class as well as sex appeal!

“Here you go, Sir. I hope you like the wine,” she said as she came back into the living room.

Tommy took a sip. “Yes, it’s very good. You have a very nice home here, slut. I am impressed with your style.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, blushing a bit.

As they sat there on the sofa drinking their wine, Tommy’s hand wandered over and began stroking her thigh, first lightly along the top then moving a bit to the inside and stroking her inner thigh.

“Sir, I know you are here for ... me, but can I say something? There’s something about me you need to know before we get into things too far,” she said.

“Oh? What is it, slut?” he asked.

“Sir ... Tommy ... can we speak normally, without the Sir/slut stuff. This is pretty important,” she said.

That got Tommy’s attention. “What is it, Janette? What’s wrong?” he asked turning to look at her directly.

“Nothings wrong, Tommy it’s just there are things about me you need to know ... about my past.”

“Like what?”

“Tommy my father was a career military man. As a result, we moved around a lot. Plus he was very strict – I couldn’t even date until I was 16 years old and then he had to meet my date and approve of him before I could go out. Do you know how intimidating a Master Sergeant in the Marines is to a high school boy? I hardly ever got to go on a date and I didn’t get to go to my junior and senior proms because we had recently moved and I didn’t know anyone at the new school.

“Once I graduated and went to college, however, it was a different story. I was away from home and away from my parents. Well, I went crazy. I went to every party I could and became a real ... slut. I slept with whoever asked me, boys and girls. I drank, I partied – it was a wonder I didn’t get pregnant several times. The only thing stopping that was I took my little blue pill religiously.

“After college, I was still pretty wild and did a lot of dating, just not so much drinking and partying. It was at a party that I ran into Dean, now my ex-husband. I had met him in school but couldn’t date him because of my father. We hooked up at the party and after that we dated for a while, getting married about a year later. However, it didn’t work out. About five years ago I caught him cheating on me with some young bimbo he’d met at a bar or something.

“Since then I haven’t really even tried to get back into the dating scene. With my work and the pitiful lack of anyone really interesting to date, I just gave up looking. In fact, until the other day with you boys at school, I hadn’t had sex, except to masturbate occasionally, since the divorce.

“But now you are here and I am having more sex in the past few days than I have had since college. And to be honest I am loving it. I love being your slut and I love what you do to me. You make me feel the way I used to feel. I love how you treat me – the way you humiliate me and degrade me, the way you make me feel like a slut and yes, even a whore,” she said.

“You do?” Tommy said surprised. This was a twist he didn’t expect – for her to like what he was doing to her!

“Yes Tommy, you see being a “naughty girl” – a slut and a whore – is the exact opposite of what my father expected me to be. It’s sort of rebellion of all my father tried to instill in me. So yes I love all the dirty talk and the humiliating acts you have put me through. Licking up my own juices off the desk ... kneeling ... getting gangbanged – all of them were so hot!

“Tommy, honey, what I’m saying here is this. I want to belong to you. I want to be your slut and your whore. I am giving you complete control of me to do whatever you wish however you wish. I will never say no, no matter what you suggest. If you want me to go out whoring on the street, I will. If you want to give me to some of your friends to use for sex, I will. As long as I can come back to you, I will do anything you say. I want to be everything you want, Tommy. I want to be yours.

“I know that you have a reputation as a ‘ladies man’ around the school and that all those young tight hardbodies are looking to snatch you up. So I have some serious competition out there but...”

That’s when Tommy put his finger up to her glossy red lips. “Shhh ... I have heard what you have said here, Janette. And while I am sorry that you have had things so hard in your past, let me just assure you that you are indeed mine. You do belong to me slut, you are my slut and my whore. I am pleased to hear your willingness to do what I say no matter what it is because you will be tested on that. I do plan on whoring you out, slut. We will be going to another town for you to work, so your teaching position will not be in jeopardy. And it will be select clients only – I don’t need the money so I’m not going to give you to just any asshole with money in his pocket. I have my slut to protect and I don’t want either of us catching some STD.”