"Why should I? None of what I said is a lie. Your current predicament is written all over you face and clothes, and you have no one to blame but yourself for that. You're the one who accepted to strip for me, who kept coming to lick my cock and balls every time I whistled for you, who agreed to be paraded like a good little bitch all over town. I have nothing to do with any of it, those are choices you made all on your own. You're living the consequences of your actions, Miss Thornwood. Nothing more, nothing less. But don't worry, even if you had been more convincing with Miss Wilkins here, I don't think she would've bought it. I'm sure pretty much everyone in this room knows I'm fucking you, Alice."
He was right. Even though no one spoke a word of it and tried to avoid glancing at them, it was in everyone's mind. How this pretty young babe was being used to fulfill this dirty old man's sexual fantasies. It felt so degrading to know everyone around them saw her as a desperate hussy… Yet, the humiliation made Alice unfathomably horny! She was definitely discovering a kink of hers tonight.
"But, it's not true! You're not fucking me. You've never fucked me!" she responded, as if it was an excuse.
"Well then let's fix that, shall we?" he answered, nonchalantly. "There's a hotel just above this restaurant, and I booked us a room for the night. Now, order your food, I'm starving
The food was good. Delicious, even! But Alice didn't enjoy a single bite out of it. Her head kept spinning and spinning about what Mr. Thompson had told her at the beginning of dinner. When they finished and he paid the check, she followed him to the elevator. Without a word, the old professor pushed the button for the upper floor.
The blonde stripper didn't intervene. She knew what it meant, and she did nothing. She could have asked to be brought back to ground level, or even made a run for the stairs considering how insane the situation was, but she didn't. She just stood there. Powerless. Obedient. Eager…
When they went to get the room keys, the 19-year-old girl couldn't find the strength to look at the receptionist. It was a one-bedroom suite, this innocent bystander had no problem guessing what the dirty old man and her were about to do. He knew. Of course, he knew. Everyone in the restaurant knew. Everyone they crossed in the street knew. Her high school friend Samantha knew, and, soon, all her former classmates would know too.
She was about to fuck Mr. Thompson, the sleazy 55-year-old teacher she couldn't stomach just a year-and-a-half ago. And she was going to do so willingly...
They entered the room and Alice felt relieved to be finally alone. Well, alone with him. It was a magnificent place: a bay window gave an incredible view of the city and the streets below, and the bed was wide and sumptuous.
The bed… Good lord, she couldn't do it! The young blonde had sworn it when she started this stripping gig, no sex! She clearly promised herself she would never accept it from a client. But was Mr. Thompson even a client anymore? Had he ever been? All of it was so confusing, so wrong. But also so taboo, so exciting! Alice didn't know what to do anymore.
"Well, we're finally here, Miss Thornwood," the old man said, very calmly. "Now, before we begin, there are a few ground rules we need to establish."
The overweight professor went to a desk, where a black box had been left in plain sight. He seized it and came back to his former student. He had planned all this for some time, it seemed.
Alice wasn't surprised. Mr. Thompson wasn't exactly the "three dates before sex" kind of guy. The first time she had met him after leaving Fowland High, she had his dick buried balls deep in her mouth less than an hour afterward. He wasn't a patient man. She knew that when she had accepted this date, and she had also known from the start it might end this way. And, despite how nerve-wracked the situation made her feel, maybe she had been waiting for it...
"As I told you earlier, I've never forced you to do anything, and I don't intend to start now," said the professor, almost detachedly. "If you choose to, you can leave this place right now, Miss Thornwood. The door is wide open — metaphorically speaking, of course. You can be out of this tower in less than five minutes, and home in an hour. I won't stop you. Hell, I'll even pay for your cab! Tomorrow, it'll be as if none of this happened. I won't contact you, I won't even ask for private shows at Aphrodite anymore. I might still enjoy seeing you undress on the main stage from time to time, but that'll be it. You go on living your life, and I go back living mine. That is option A."
Alice was confused. What exactly was he on about? If he wanted her to leave, why did he bring her in this bedroom? The nasty old man had made her dress like a harlot for him, he had probed her anus in the elevator and made her put sex-toys in her intimate parts. He had humiliated her in the restaurant by making it clear to everyone what his intentions were with her. He had even told her plain and simple he intended to fuck her! Why the sudden change of heart?
Then, Mr. Thompson opened the box, and the young stripper understood immediately. It contained a black leather leash, one that would fit perfectly with the dog collar he had bought her at the store and that she was wearing at this very moment. The bastard had planned all this, alright...
"Then, there's option B," the 55-year-old man grinned. "You decide to stay, I pay you a $1,000, and you surrender yourself to me. I'll put that leash on you and I'll fuck your brains out. What I mean by that isn't some fun role-play where you play little doggy. There's no safe word. You'll be my bitch, and I'll be your owner, your master. You'll obey me completely, accept all my orders like a well-trained pet. You won't deny me anything, or refuse me access to any of your holes. I won't care if you consider anything I do too filthy or degrading. You'll be my property, an object I use as I see fit. A slave who isn't allowed to talk back, even if I insult her."
The vicious teacher got near Alice, showing the leash from up close. He didn't make any movement to touch her, but every word he spoke was like a sharp needle drilling into her soul.
"As I said before, I have no interest in you, Miss Thornwood. No respect. You're not a 19-year-old girl, you're not my former student or my surrogate daughter, you're not even a stripper. You're just a set of fuckable holes for my old dick, and that's how I'll use you tonight. Until I feel drained and satisfied, until I feel like I've dumped enough loads inside you, I'll make use of you however I please."
Alice quivered and crossed her arms, scared. Yeah, that sounded more like the Mr. Thompson she knew. She had anticipated the evil geezer wasn't planning for a romantic evening in a Jacuzzi with a bottle of champagne. But this? It was too much, even for her. Right?
"So, what'll it be?" he asked, taking the black leathery rope out of the box. "Option A or option B? The door, or the leash?"
The pretty blonde stood there, frozen in time, unable to move or to utter a word. She felt as if she was on the edge of a cliff, and maybe that's what was happening. Depending on her decision, her life would take a drastic turn.
Her brain was screaming that she should leave this very instant, that she had nothing to do with this perverted sex game her former teacher had planned. What that wrinkly wannabe tormentor asked of her was beyond kinky, it was devastating! How could she ever come back from that?
She was just a teenage girl in over her head, for crying out loud! Her debt would eventually be repaid. She could eventually find another job, and put all this nonsense behind her! It was a difficult chapter of her life, but she would move on. Even find a decent and respectful boyfriend when the time would come, one who would be age appropriate! Alice wasn't doomed, she never had been.
Yes, she had to leave! It was the smart move. No, not even smart... The only logical move to this absurd situation she had gotten herself into. Yet, the beautiful blonde felt herself slowly fall to her knees, and present the iron circle on her dog collar to Mr. Thompson.
Like a good little bitch...
"I choose the leash," Alice said, solemnly. "Do what you want with me, master."
The old teacher had an absurdly wide smile, unable to believe his luck. As if he feared she would change her mind, he quickly clipped the leash on the young stripper's collar, chaining her unequivocally to the choice she had made. But it wasn't necessary, Alice had made up her mind. She had made her peace.
Back in Aphrodite, in the street or in the restaurant, everyone knew she provided sexual favors to this disgusting middle-aged man. Everyone knew how pathetically she had submitted to her former teacher, an insufferable man 36 years older than she was and who didn't deserve a gentle and handsome girl like her in the slightest. Everyone knew and had accepted this fact, except for her.
Alice had hung to the hope she wasn't as dirty and vile as they all thought she was. Like in high school, she had refused to accept the fact people viewed her as a promiscuous girl. As a whore.
Only, this time, it wasn't a rumor, it was the truth. She was a whore, a hooker, a harlot who sold her body for money. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. While she had refused to recognize it up until now, she loved servicing that nasty old man she had once despised. Alice had enjoyed sucking his vile shaft the first night they had reunited, and every night after that. She had enjoyed licking his ballsack submissively, she had enjoyed gulping down each load of jizz he had dumped in her mouth.
Mr. Thompson had called her a cum dumpster back in the elevator, and it shouldn't have come as a surprise. Truthfully, he had treated her as such from the very start. And Alice couldn't get enough of it! Being berated by him, being insulted for her past and for her current situation, being belittled in front of others and paraded like a trophy... it all made her feel absurdly aroused.
This depravity and humiliation, she loved it. Maybe she even loved him. No one but her repulsive former teacher had given her so many orgasms, each one surpassing the previous one in intensity. He had been right all along, she was hopelessly horny for something vile and taboo, and she was tired of denying it.
"I have to take a souvenir of this moment, of this instant!" Mr. Thompson said, exhilarated. "You don't mind, do you, Miss Thornwood?"
Excited as he was, he dirty old man didn't bother giving the former schoolgirl time to answer. Alice saw the flash in his hand, but didn't protest. After what he had put her through today, and especially what was awaiting her after her choice, one little picture couldn't do much harm anymore.
"Damn, this is exquisite," he said, amazed. "You looked cute in the school yearbook, Miss Thornwood, but this is so much better! Don't you think this photo would've been an excellent way for your former classmates to remember you?"
Mockingly, he showed Alice the picture and she too was left mesmerized. She was on her knees, an enamored and submissive look in her eyes, her flawless golden hair falling onto her shoulders, and a hand at the corner of the picture holding tightly on the leash that bound her like a pet... She looked so hot!
The 19-year-old girl had never seen a photo of herself who looked so much like her, or the way she wanted to be. Her friends, ex-boyfriends and former classmates wouldn't understand, of course. They would be appalled if they saw that picture, especially if they knew the hand holding her leash belonged to their loathsome divorced teacher. But to herself, she looked...
"I... I look perfect, Daddy," she answered, spellbound.
"That, you do, Miss Thornwood. Now, show me you've understood your rightful place. Let's take a little stroll"
The old man tugged on the leash and started to walk. Alice felt the collar pull on her neck to force her to go along behind him on all fours. It was agonizingly demeaning to do something like this. Dehumanizing, even! It seemed like the evil professor saw her as nothing more than a dog.
Her self-esteem was utterly crushed while she followed in his footsteps as if she was a sub-human, an animal. The power balance between them had never been in her favor, even when they were strictly teacher and student. But this! This was a whole other level of fucked-up! And it's not like Mr. Thompson was forcing her, blackmailing her or coercing her into doing this... Alice was doing so of her own volition.
And the thing was... She liked it. Her hands shivered and her body temperature rose, making it clear she enjoyed being debased and humiliated like that. And by the strict and obnoxious Mr. Thompson, of all people...
The hotel room was wide, and the 55-year-old man made her walk around for quite some time. Every now and then, he took quick glances at her to see her hurry behind him, looking up to him submissively. Every time, a small spark flickered in his eyes, indicating how pleased he was to see his former student crawling on the floor for his sick entertainment. And every time she saw that spark of satisfaction and triumph, Alice felt her clitoris tremble in excitement. The more the old man was pleased by her performance, the hornier she got.
"You've turned exceptionally quickly into an obedient little doggy, Miss Thornwood," he said, sarcastically. "It must be instinct. I always wondered what would be the true calling of a brainless failure like you, but I never guessed I would be the one to help you find it. Oh, how I would've loved to know a leash and collar were the proper way to deal with you, back in the day. You wouldn't have behaved so rebelliously in my class."
"Would you have liked that, master?" Alice asked, her voice shaking. "Would it have pleased you to parade your hottest student in school on all fours like your personal little pet?"
"Like my personal little bitch, you mean!" he sneered. "But yes, I would have loved to do so. The face my coworkers would've made! And especially your classmates. Imagine that, all your high school friends, even your boyfriend, seeing their worst teacher come on school grounds with you on a frigging leash!"
Alice thought about it and the whole scene made her stomach turn upside down in shame. But it also made her intimate parts tighten around Mr. Thompson's toys and she bit her lip, lost in this nasty delusion.
How ashamed she would have felt! How unredeemable she would have seemed to everyone in Fowland High. It wouldn't have been a question of reputation or social status anymore, she would have been the school freak! No one would have been beneath her anymore, not even the nerds, the janitors or the ugliest students.
Her reputation of being the school slut would have been negligible in comparison to being her ugly 55-year-old professor's submissive pet! Fuck, the more the young blonde thought about it, the hornier she was getting.
"I would've loved to, sir," she almost moaned. "I would've loved for everyone to see how you've turned me into your tamed bitch. Imagine the look on your daughter Stacey's face, seeing her dad walk her high school friend on a leash! Seeing a girl her age obey you like she should would've made her respect you, don't you think?"
"You naughty little deviant!" he chortled. "I'm a nasty piece of work, but sometimes, I think you're even more depraved than I am. Careful not to tempt me too much, Miss Thornwood. Today, I make you walk in a closed room. But maybe someday I'll make you walk in park, for the whole world to see."
The idea intrigued her a bit, but it was a leap Alice wasn't ready to take yet. Right now, agreeing to be her middle-aged teacher's sex slave in a hotel suite was perfect. Well, almost perfect, because one last thing didn't sit right by her.
"Sir, I... I still have a request, if you'll accept it," said the young blonde.
Mr. Thompson raised a curious eyebrow. Once the leash was on, she wasn't supposed to solicit anything anymore. But, after what his former student had just agreed to, the least he could do was to listen to her.
"Tell me what's on your mind, slut," he responded, graciously. "I don't bite. Yet."
"You said you wanted to pay me a $1,000 for tonight…" she began.
"And you want more, of course," he sighed. "God, women right? All the same!"
"No, it's actually the opposite. I don't want you to give me anything."
For the first time, the old teacher felt thrown off. What the hell was she saying?
"I don't want you to pay me for what's gonna happen," Alice kept on going, looking up to him with the utmost deference. "I give myself to you freely, Mr. Thompson. I recognize you as my owner. As my master. As my Daddy. You don't have to pay me a dime..."
There was a small silence, then the greying middle-aged man burst out laughing. It made the collared blonde feel bad. She was giving herself to him body and soul on a silver plater, and that's all he had to say? Once he finally calmed down, he wiped a tear from his eye and his expression changed.
"Man oh man, I really have struck gold when I found you, Miss Thornwood!" he rejoiced. "You truly are one of a kind. So compliant, so submissive, so accepting of everything I ask of you! But there's something you fail to see: I'm not buying a performance for the night, I'm buying you! Fully! And since it's a transaction, I intend for you to accept my money. It's the last time I'll pay for anything you do for me."
Mr. Thompson took out ten $100 bills from his pocket and put one in Alice's mouth, same as when she had given him his first blowjob in Aphrodite's private room 4. It made her feel like a cheap prostitute, once again.
But it wasn't what she wanted to feel like, tonight. She wanted something different. Something darker, fouler. She spit it out immediately, making her dominant teacher furious.
"I know my value and that's too much!" she said, rebelliously. "If you want to buy me, to really buy me, then pay me for my true worth! Give me a dirty cent."
Mr. Thompson took a long hard look at 19-year-old blonde, loving how defiant she was. Something changed in his eyes. For the first time, Alice saw a faint glimpse of something else than lust and contempt in them. A strange form of... respect.
Then, he threw all the dollar bills up in the air and seized her by her black leather collar.
"You're not even worth that amount," he growled. "Now, strip your top and your panties, but not your skirt. Your holes are in dire need of a proper fucking!
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