Chapter 8

This first Monday with my blue pendant went smoothly, except that after a day with particularly salacious clothes, showing my assets to the students in my class, I am all wet and excited. Long gone are the days when I was embarrassed to wear this kind of clothes! On two occasions, I even ‘dropped’ my note sheet and by bending down to pick it up, I gave some students the chance to see that I was not wearing panties.

Now it’s the last class of the day and I’m almost disappointed that Leo Wright is still in a relationship with Candice Barnes because I would love to have his cock in my pussy right now! That’s not going to be possible. The two young people leave the classroom hand in hand. Just before they leave the classroom, I think about asking Candice to share her lover with me, that she could benefit from my tongue again, but I don’t say anything. Unfortunately, I know very well that Candace wouldn’t be interested.

I head to the dorm and, passing the door to the department faculty room, I briefly consider going to see if Romain Gibson and Danh Nguyen are still there and if they would be available to help me with my leaky pussy problem. It only lasts for a moment, because I can’t do that. It’s one thing to be forced to have sex with them, it’s another to ask for it. If I do that, they’ll think I’m a nymphomaniac slut!

So, I walk past the door and continue walking towards my dorm for about 30 seconds before turning around and heading back towards the door. What difference does it make if they think I’m a nymphomaniac slut? It’s kind of the truth if I’m honest with myself, right?

Unfortunately, when I open the door, the teachers’ room is empty. So, I continue towards my dorm. As I climb the stairs of the Reedland building, I am still just as excited and I take a few steps towards the security guards’ room, thinking that they have the equipment I need between their legs. Except that after only a few steps, I go back towards my dorm. I can’t approach them, because it would be even worse than with Romain and Danh, because they could take it as an invitation to take even more freedom with me and I’m really not sure that I want them to show up in my room at any time. Not to mention that my past experiences have shown that, unlike Romain and Danh, these men have no interest in making their partner cum. No, I only have to take it upon myself and control my urges better! That’s all!

When I arrive on the floor, I meet Grace and ask her to take off my collar so that I can take a shower and she does it immediately. I then put the collar on my bed before heading to the shower room.

I start the shower and go under the hot water and soap myself. But being clean wasn’t my goal when I stepped into the shower. At least, not the most important thing. As soon as I am well rinsed, I start to caress my breasts and my sex, masturbating while thinking about my adventures since the beginning of my slavery.

I’ve changed so much! I went from being a relatively naive and innocent woman to an experienced woman who knows how to please both men and women, but mostly, who knows well what she likes and doesn’t like. The pleasure rises quickly under my skillful caresses. I know my body well now after all! Under a strange impulse, I stick a finger in my anus and I orgasm immediately! My orgasm is as violent as it is satisfying and I collapse on the floor of the shower under the intensity of this orgasm.

Once dried, I return to my room and walking towards it, I wonder if Kylie is still awake, because I would like to have fun with her.

But it will not be possible unfortunately, because Kylie is already asleep. She works hard to succeed in her studies, I don’t want to harm her goal. I go back into the hallway and one of the slaves that I only know by sight puts my collar back on. I think for a moment about inviting her into my bed, but I decide to simply going to sleep. Once in my bed I masturbate slowly and eventually fall asleep thinking about big hard cocks in my pussy.

When I woke up this morning, I was smiling because I knew that today I was going to have many cocks in my pussy. Because even if nothing happened with the teachers and the students during the day, there would certainly be action after Lydia’s art class. I was sure that today, I was going to have several orgasms!

I didn’t know how right I was!

I am in my classroom correcting exams during a free period in the morning when Romain Gibson and Danh Nguyen enter the room and lock the door.

They undress and I do the same, knowing that the little I have on me will hinder what is coming. And what is coming are these two men with their hard cocks advancing towards me.

I lie on my back on one of the classroom desks and like the other times, Danh settles between my legs and starts to caress my pussy with his tongue and mouth. I use my hand to spread my labia and give him better access to my clitoris in need of love.

Romain stands next to me and he puts his cock in my mouth and I start to suck his dick and he’s caressing my breasts.

Danh’s cunnilingus technique is, as usual, perfect and with the caresses of both men, they make me cum in a few minutes.

Then Danh gets get near me so that I can give him the best blowjob that I can in that position. Romain grabs my legs and spreads them apart and he shoves his dick into my dripping pussy and he continue to caresses my breasts just as expertly.

Danh cum a few moments later and I orgasm again with his sperm getting directly in my throat.

After that, Danh get dressed and get out of the classroom. I know that there is a risk that a student will enter the room whose door is no longer locked, but I realize almost at the same time that I don’t care, Romain’s dick continuing his pistoning me is too good in my vagina. I climax for a third time in less than 30 minutes and Romain continue to fuck me some more before shooting his sperm in me.

He stays deep inside me for a moment, then he withdraws and reaches out to help me up. Then we get dressed and he leave the classroom after saying: “Thanks Sigrid.”

I answer him with a smile: “You can come and see me whenever you want!”

And the worst part is that I really mean it. I really became a nymphomaniac slut! It should bother me, but it just isn’t. If it wasn’t that I have to do it with anyone, I’d like to keep fucking with these two from time to time.

I wipe my sex with a tissue and I sit back at my desk. These exams will not correct themselves!

As I finish my last class of the day, I realize that I have to go get my clothes for the next week, because after Lydia’s art class, I’ll probably be too tired to go.

Luckily, it’s not Marco who’s in the clothes room, but a man I’ve never seen before. He’s a very dark-skinned man, very fit and muscular.

He tells me to undress, that he has to take my measurements. I know what that means and now I don’t see it as someone who is going to abuse me, but as a chance to have sex. Let’s hope he will be up to the task! Once naked, he starts by measuring my breasts, that is to say, caressing them while pushing a finger into my already wet vagina.

After that he caresses my butt and all over my body, caressing my erogenous zones like a pro. He knows very well how to turn a woman on.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore. What do I care if he knows I’m a slut? I say to him: “Can you please fuck me master?”

He replies with a laugh in his voice: “With pleasure, little white whore!”

He makes me bend over and pushes his hard cock into my wet pussy and fucks me hard. In a short time, I orgasm and he turns me around so that I take his cock in my mouth. I give him a blowjob and he cums in my throat.

Finally, he gives me a bag with my clothes for the next week.

I’m starting to wonder if I’m normal. Because I understand the expression appetite comes with eating, but is it really the same for sex? After a two-week abstinence, I seem to be insatiable!

On the way to Lydia’s art class, I’m already starting to get excited just thinking about what’s going to happen.

Like the other times, I spend the class sitting on the bench naked and this time, the students have to focus on my toes. The course is taking place silently this time. As if the students were also used to seeing me naked now.

Finally, the course ends. When all the other students have left, the same four students as usual fondle me for several minutes. I’m about to cum when they stop and I barely hold back from screaming my frustration.

Lydia signals to me and I go to lie down on my back on the exercise mat.

Lydia lifts her skirt, sits on my mouth and I start to lick her sex greedily. Almost immediately, my legs are grabbed by hands that spread them. Then a hard cock sinks into my sex.

Before that first student finish, I cum and I have big orgasms two other time with the other dick that fuck me one after the other. This, even though I have to stay focused on the work I’m doing on Lydia’s pussy. This time she doesn’t need to remember me. As usual, the students leave before I’m done with Lydia’s pussy.

Lydia gets up after one last orgasm and says: “Good job bitch. See you next week!”

I stay down on the exercise mat even after Lydia leaves. I gently caress my sex which is dripping with the students’ sperm. I increase the pace more and more and eventually, I cum again with me other hand pinching one of my nipples. After having that last orgasm, I finally get up. I clean myself with tissues and go back to the dorms.

After taking a hot shower, this time only to wash myself, I go to bed exhausted but satisfied.

This Wednesday was uneventful except that, after spending the whole day thinking I was going to get fucked by Anthony Mitchell’s gang again, I found out that the cheerleaders and the football team were having a practice together and they weren’t going to be able to play with me. I didn’t show it, but I was a little bummed that I wasn’t going to get fucked by them.

Back in the dorm, Kylie is lying on her bed and is busy reading.

I know it’s a school book and she’s studying, but she doesn’t have to study all the time. She must also have fun! At least, I need her to have fun with me!

Without saying anything, I quickly climb on top of her, take her book away and push my pussy on her face. Luckily, she understands my need and immediately starts eating my pussy. I cum within minutes. When I’m back from my orgasm, I lie on top of her and we start kissing. Then, I go down between Kylie’s legs and lick her pussy until she cums on my face.

After that, we go together to take a shower to clean ourselves, but it takes longer than expected, because Jenna and Grace join us and we do a lot more than just clean ourselves!

It’s Thursday and today I’m finally going to Mr. Bentley’s! The day passes without anything special, except that I was forced to fuck Eli Webb and Xavier Olson again. If they weren’t incapable of making me cum, I wouldn’t use the term “forced”, but to them, I’m just a hole for a quick masturbation.

No foreplay, except for some clumsy caresses of my breasts and it’s not like I’m not easily excitable! Yet, in less than 5 minutes, the two are done and I didn’t even come close to having some pleasure.

Should I tutor them so that they can improve? Because eventually, they will have girlfriends and I wouldn’t want these young men to do with them what they do with me! In addition, it is, in a way, part of my duties as a teacher, isn’t it?

At least the day goes by quickly and I make my way to Mr. Bentley’s office. I would like to be at least a little angry with him and the fact that he abandoned me during these two weeks with the black pendant, but in reality, I am not at all angry. Not anymore at least.

I had time to think during these two weeks and also since I have my blue pendant again.

Yes, I felt cheated that I couldn’t spend time with him, even knowing that we wouldn’t have been able to fuck me, but I understand now that it just wasn’t possible. A bit like when Charles picked me up from Mr. Bentley’s house during the Christmas holidays to have me fucked by his sons. It would not have been justifiable for me to spend time in his house without being able to fuck with Mr. Bentley.

For a moment during this period with the black pendant, I feared that he would have replaced me with another slave during those two weeks. I knew that before I arrived, he had never taken slaves for sex in years, but maybe doing it with me had given him a taste for it again and not just with me. Maybe he had to fill these needs again despite my absence? I asked Grace and Jenna, (as well as other slaves if I’m being honest), and Mr. Bentley didn’t use any other slaves during that time. I was very happy, even if in reality, it was a bit absurd. It’s not like I’m not fucking many men and women all the time!

Anyway, when I get to his office, Mr. Bentley is already waiting for me. We go immediately to his car. I feel strangely embarrassed, I don’t know what to say, especially with the microphone in the damn necklace. For his part, unlike usual, he doesn’t say anything either. His silence worries me a little. Maybe he’s angry? But why? Maybe he realized that I now fuck other men with more enthusiasm and he doesn’t like it?

Once in the house, I do as usual, which is to take off my clothes and go down to the basement to sit on the sofa. But before I reach the couch, Mr. Bentley grabs me by the arm, gently hugs me, and kisses me. He is also naked and the softness and warmth of his skin on mine surprises me. I am enveloped in his warmth and suddenly, for no reason I can understand, I start crying without being able to stop. Mr. Bentley seems surprised, but he says nothing. He just holds me in his arms, my head against his shoulder, patting my back and giving me little kisses on my hair.

After a few minutes, I am sufficiently calmed down and we simply remain hugged on each other without saying anything.

I’m trying to understand what’s happening to me. Why these tears? Just because I didn’t spend two evenings with him during the last two weeks? Because he is a master and I am his slave? Why? Then suddenly I realize the truth.

Does Stockholm syndrome apply to a situation like mine?

Because even though I know it’s absurd and it’s not reciprocated, I have to face reality: I’m in love with Mr. Bentley!

I am not saying that. I just can’t tell him. He would laugh at me or worse, push me away. No, I raise my head and kiss him. It’s not a passionate or sexual kiss, but rather a kiss like the one I gave Ivar when I thought I was his wife. A kiss of affection for a beloved husband.

Mr. Bentley takes a tissue from the box on the coffee table and gently wipes my eyes before saying, “Shall we order something to eat?”

I’m not ready to talk right away and just nod my head.

He orders food from his favorite Chinese restaurant, and while we wait, he turns on the television tunes in to a variety show that we watch without saying a word. At least, I think he watches the show. For my part, I’m still a little shocked by the realization of my feelings for him.

When the food arrives, he turns off the television and we eat in silence, without looking at each other. I am confused and embarrassed. I don’t know what to say. Why doesn’t he speak?

Just before going to put away the leftovers and throw away the waste, he takes off my necklace and goes upstairs with it. Then he comes back to sit next to me. He no longer has the collar with him.

He remains silent for a moment, then after a long sigh, he begins to speak, staring at the disabled television: “The one who looks like you in the videos is Elda Harris, my young niece.”

“She was the daughter of my youngest sister who died with her husband in a car accident when Elda was 17 and had just finished high school.”

“I had never seen her; me and my sister had had a violent fight when she got married and I had never made peace with her. Elda only knew my name and the fact that I was her mother’s brother.”

“Elda didn’t want to live with her father’s family, who lived in Alaska and I was the only family member living on her mother’s side. She asked me to come and live with me and I agreed to take her.”