How I went from 14 year old virgin to cumslut part (1/?)

I was 14 and my dad forced me to wear ugly clothes to cover my body but then he died and i became the school slut.

This all started when I was in 9th grade. I showed up to school in a pair of baggy jeans a a chunky sweater. I wore all of this because my dad always made me wear clothes that didn’t show off my over developed body. He said that because I had such a “grown up” body (big tits, small waist, and fat ass) I had to wear baggy clothes. I never understood why I had to dress like the fat guy on my football team who looked like he needed a fattening diet just so people wouldn’t think of me as a perverted slut. This kind of stuff happens a lot with people with boney frames or a really big bust. The guys are so insecure about their small dicks they have to make the girls wear baggy clothes to cover it up. I’m not saying every guy has that problem but a good number do. anyway, that first day of school I was made fun of for wearing “fat people clothes” and even some of my closer friends didn’t want to me assosiated with “the homeless looking one” because of my new wardrobe. So instead of making friends I kept to myself and found other places to hang out. I learned early on to ignore those ignorant people and stick to my own kind of clique. a month into my first yera of highschool my dad died. he died of lung cancer and it absoloutly ruined me. Not only because I loved him but also because I somewhat resented him before he died for making me wear clothes that got me bullied by the girls and ignored by the guys. After his death I began living in an apartment above my friend Matt’s garage and everytime we hung out we would play video games or listen to music. Matt was gay but that didn’t bother me at all. In fact I loved hanging out with him. over the next few months from october to december he incouraged me to wear more flattering clothes and because I didn’t have a dad to tell me otherwise I did. I went shopping and bought hoodies that actually fit me, crop-tops that made my chest look great, shorts and leggings that exentuated my fat ass and lace bras and thongs that made me feel sexy. I showed up to school and noticed a drastic change in not only boys looking at my fat ass in my skin tight bike shorts and my perky tits in my tiny lace crop-tops but also a change in how girls treated me as more of a rival or peer instead of a fat loser. As I walked through the halls two tall and hot boys asked me for my number and I abliged both times hoping that maybe I could get my first kiss with one of them.

Later that day one of them (charlie) texted me to “meet up” with him by the boys washroom. I made my way out of class and walked to the washroom where I found charlie. he invited me in and we hit it off eventually going into one of the stalls and making out. he kissed me first and then I kissed back then he deepened the kiss a touched my ass while pinning to the wall. his hot breath and his strong firm touch on my body made my pussy drip more than ever before and when he started kissing with tongue I followed suit. I slowly reached my hand down to his crotch and felt a hard buldge in his pants. my mind filled with dirty thoughts as I squeezed and rubbed my hand on his buldge. I pulled away from the kiss. “can I suck it?” I asked and he replied with “are you sure?” “yes!” I exlaimed. “I’ve never sucked a cock before and I want you to be the first” I the got down on my knees and unbuckled his belt “if Im doing something wrong feel free to correct me” I said look up at him. I then took off his boxers and my eyes filled with the sight of what I can only imagine as the most beautiful thing a girl could ever see. A long, hard, veiny shaft hovered over my face as the smell of this beautiful cock overwhelmed me with lust. I slowly wrapped my lips around the tip and used my tongue to pleasure it underneath. He moaned with pleasure as my mouth moved up and down his shaft, and I couldn’t help but feel empowered by my actions. I was finally taking control of my own body and my own life in this moment, and it felt exhilarating. As I continued to suck him off, his hands ran through my hair and guided my movements. I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth, and I knew he was close to cumming. I could taste the precum that had leaked out of it, and it was so sweet and salty that I almost couldn’t stop myself from gulping it down. As I worked my way down the shaft, I reveled in the sensation of the glans slipping over my tongue and of the veins rubbing against my teeth. I quickened my pace, wanting to hear the sound of his release.”Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he panted.I pulled back slightly,giving my hand a chance to stroke him in rhythm with my mouth.”Cum for me, Charlie,” I breathed, my eyes never leaving his face as he lost control and filled my mouth with the warm, salty liquid. As I swallowed his cum, I felt a sense of purpose and use like nothing that I had ever felt before. I wanted more. still in the stall of the boys washroom I waited till charlie left and sent a risky text to even, the other guy who had got my number that morning. The text said “im in the boys washroom and if you can make it out of class and to me I have a surprise for you”. Even replied quickly, his excitement evident in his text message. “On my way right now,” he wrote, and I could feel my heart rate increasing.

A few minutes later, Even burst into the washroom, his eyes wide with anticipation. “Are you ready for your surprise?” I asked him, my voice low and sultry. He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving my body. I led him to the same stall that Charlie and I had occupied earlier. “Take off your pants,” I commanded, my voice firm. He complied, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the sight of his erection, straining against his boxers. I could tell he was nervous, but also excited. I took off my shirt and bra and then I let him admire me for a moment before I got down on my knees, reaching for his cock. His manhood was thick and veiny, and I knew I had to have it. He moaned and closed his eyes as I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head and tasting his pre-cum. I could feel him growing harder and harder, and I knew he was enjoying every moment. I pulled away from his cock, and he looked at me with a confused expression. “You’re not going to suck it?” he asked, “can you finger me first?” I asked “yes of course” he replied. I stood up and turned around, bending over and spreading my legs wide. “Please, finger me,” I begged, my voice shaking with desire. I could feel his fingers slowly entering my wet pussy, and I moaned loudly. He finger-fucked me, his fingers moving in and out, hitting all the right spots while my pussy relentlessly waterfalled down my thighs. I was in heaven. As his fingers continued to pleasure me, I knew that I had lost control. I wanted more, and I needed it. I begged Even to fuck me, to take me.

He hesitated for a moment, but then he pulled out his erection and positioned himself behind me. I could feel the head of his cock demanding entrance, and I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed back, feeling the entire length of his shaft slide into me. I cried out in pleasure as he started to thrust, hitting all the right spots inside me. his giant cock felt like millions of lightning bolts filling my body with pleasure as I moaned and screamed. “HARDER” I cried “FUCK MY VIRGIN PUSSY HARDER” as he fucked me harder and faster he pulled my hair back as I screamed. I knew that I couldn’t take it much longer as his thrusts became more and more intense. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, just waiting to be released. As the pleasure washed over me, I reached down to touch my pussy, feeling the wetness of my arousal and the throbbing of his cock inside me. I screamed as the orgasm hit me, my body shaking with pleasure. Even continued to thrust, his dick hitting my G-spot with each stroke. I could hear his breath getting heavier, and I knew that he was close to cumming. “Cum inside me,” I begged, wanting to feel his hot cum filling my pussy. He obliged, his cock twitching and pulsating as he released his load deep inside me. I could feel the warmth of his cum coating my insides and when he pulled out my pussy dripped his load onto the bathroom floor. As I lay there with Even’s cum leaking out of me, I couldn’t help but feel an intense sense of pride and accomplishment. I had taken control of my own body and my own life, and I knew that I would never be the same again. I had experienced things that I never thought were possible, and I had opened up a whole new world of pleasure and excitement. I stood up and got dressed and then walked back to my class as if i hadn’t just sucked two cocks and got my pussy filled with cum.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration as I walked back into class, the feeling of my pussy bing filled with a man’s cum still lingering between my legs. I sat down and tried to act as though nothing had happened, but I could feel the wetness between my thighs and the stains of lust and arousal on my clothes, reminding me of the wild and exciting adventure I had just experienced.

Throughout the rest of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about the previous events, the way Charlie’s cock had felt in my mouth, and the way Even’s cock destroyed my insides.As I headed home from school, I knew that I needed to make some changes in my life. I had always been the quiet, shy girl in school, but I had then realized that I wanted nothing more than to be used as a sex doll by any guy who wants it. I sat in my room that evening, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. I had never been this wild before, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of being used by two different guys in the same day. I knew that I had to explore this new side of myself and see where it led me. The next day, I arrived at school wearing a short mini-skirt and a low-cut top that was croped right below my tits, knowing that I wanted to catch the attention of any guy who walked past. I walked through the halls, feeling a rush of excitement as I caught the eyes of the boys around me. As the day went on, I waited patiently for the right opportunity to strike. Eventually, I noticed a group of guys huddled together, laughing and talking. One of them, a tall and handsome guy named James, was particularly attractive. He caught my eye, and I walked over to join them. “Hey, guys,” I said,with a flirtatious grin. “What’s up?” James looked at me and smiled, his eyes lingering on my body for a moment. “Not much,” he replied. “Just talking about the game last night.” “Oh, what game was that?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes. “It was the basketball game,” one of the guys chimed in. “Tony and I went to the game together, and we had a lot of fun.” “Yeah, it was a great game,” James agreed, his eyes never leaving my body. “Did you watch it?” he asked, his voice low and sultry. “No, I didn’t,” I replied, sounding disappointed. “But I heard it was a great one.” “Well, if you’re interested, we could always watch it together another time,” James suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Yes, I’d like that,” I replied, my voice low and breathy. “And maybe we could do something else too” I said “Like what?” James asked, his eyes widening with curiosity.

“Like… you know, just have some fun,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “Oh, really?” James replied, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Yes, really,” I said, my heart racing with excitement and desire. “Well, I’d be up for that,” James agreed, his eyes lingering on my body once more. “why don’t we do something ‘fun’ right now?” I asked as I touched my hand to his chest and looked up at him. James’ eyes widened with surprise and a hint of arousal, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, “how about we go back behind the bleachers in the gym?” “That sounds perfect,” I replied, my voice shaking with excitement and desire. I followed James behind the bleachers in the gym, my heart racing with anticipation. As we entered the small, dimly lit area, I could feel the excitement building up inside me. James pushed me against the wall and started kissing me passionately, his hands roaming all over my body. I moaned into his mouth as he explored me, his fingers slowly undressing me. I felt his cock growing hard against my stomach, and I knew that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. Releasing the button of his pants, he pulled out his erection, and I couldn’t help but reach for it, wrapping my hand around it. We both moaned as our bodies moved closer to each other, our lust consuming us. I could feel his cock throbbing, pulsating for me, and I knew that I had to have it inside me. “Fuck me,” I begged, my eyes pleading with him. Without hesitation, he took me right there, against the cold wall behind the bleachers. He pushed me roughly, entry his cock inside me, hitting all the right spots, making me scream with pleasure. I clung to him, his hands holding me tightly as he continued to thrust, my body trembling with every movement. My orgasm was building up, and I could feel it taking over me. I screamed out loudly as my body convulsed from the intense please that his massive cock stuffed me with “Your so fucking big! I NEED YOU TO KEEP GOING” my nails dug into his back as he fucked me mid-air and our bodies moved in perfect sync. The passion and desire between us growing stronger with each passing minute as I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, getting harder with every stroke.

Suddenly, I felt him tense up, and I knew that he was about to cum. “Fuck me!” I begged, my voice shaking with desire. “Cum inside me, fill me up with your cum!” He groaned, his body trembling as he released his seed deep inside me. I could feel his cum spurting inside me, and I reveled in the sensation. After a few moments, we both came back to reality, and he slowly pulled out of me, his cock leaving a trail of cum on my thighs. I looked up at him, my heart pounding with excitement and desire. “Wow,” I breathed, my voice shaking with emotion. “That was… amazing.” He smiled down at me, his eyes satisfied. “You’re amazing,” he added. after james left I just lay there, twitching on the ground completely naked and my pussy spilling out cum while I eventually fell asleep on the hard gym floor underneath the bleachers. after what only felt like a few minutes I woke up hours later to the noise of the janitor cleaning up the gym behind the bleachers. He stared at me in shock, his eyes fixed on my naked body. I quickly grabbed my shirt and tried to cover my body but it wasn’t enough to hide my cum riden body. He stared at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion desire and left to go call the principal. Minutes later the principal came down and walked in behind the bleachers “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked gruffly, his eyes lingering on my body. “I-…I-I just…uh..” i stuttered afraid to get in trouble. “I-I-I-I-…” he mocked “you what?…you came here to fuck with some guy and he left you filled with cum on the floor?” he asked. “n-no..well..yeah” I stammered, feeling embarrassed and exposed. “I just…needed some excitement in my life, I guess,” I added, my voice soft and shy. “Well, you got it,” he replied, a hint of lust in his voice. I could see the bulge in his pants as he looked at me, and I knew that he was just as aroused as I was. “I’ve seen a lot of things in my time,” he said, his eyes traveling over my body. “But what you’re doing here is something new. I don’t know how I’m even supposed to start going about punishin’ you for this”.”Just what do you have in mind?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

He smirked at me, his eyes never leaving my body. “Well, I could report you to the principal, but I don’t think that would be much fun,” he said. “Or I could call your parents and tell them about your little adventure behind the bleachers,” he added, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “But, I think I have something else in mind instead,” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “What’s that?” I asked, my heart racing with anticipation. “Well,” he replied, “I think your punishment should be taking a grown mans cock for the first time.””Just what do you have in mind?” I asked, my voice low and sultry. He smirked at me, his eyes never leaving my body. “What?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening with surprise. “You’re serious?” I asked, my heart beating faster with excitement and fear. “Absolutely. I think you’ve earned it,” he replied. “Okay,” I breathed, my desire overpowering my fear. I nodded, and he took me by the hand, leading me to a nearby room. He locked the door behind us, and the room was dimly lit. He pushed me against the wall, his body pressed against mine as his hands began to explore me. I could feel his thick growing cock pressing against my stomach and then he put his big rough hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, lowering me to my knees. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking with fear and arousal as he adjusted my position. “I’m going to give you a taste of what you’ve been missing,” he replied, his voice low and seductive. I couldn’t help but feel excited and scared at the same time, but I knew that I wanted this. I opened my mouth, and leaned forward expecting to be in control of the situation but then I felt him grip a handfull of my hair on the back of my head and force my head on his cock while he thrust forward to deepen the blowjob even further. His cock rammed into the back of my throat choking me like a boa contrictor while I felt my lips stretch and rip as they wrapped around the thick leviathin that was dominating my throat. I could feel his hands pulling my hair roughly as I felt each thrust go further and further down my throat. I gagged over and over, but I knew that it was just part of the experience.

He was teaching me how it’s done, how to take a grown man’s cock and submit to it completely. And as I struggled to breathe, my eyes watered from the rough treatment. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. “Stand up,” he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. I obeyed, my legs wobbling slightly as I struggled to regain my balance. He pushed me back against the wall, my back hitting it with a soft thud. “Now, I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I’m going to take you hard and fast, and you’re going to take it like a good little slut.” I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock throbbing and pulsating, begging to be let in. I felt his head pressing against my entrance, the tip of his cock expanding me, making me moan in pain and pleasure. “Fuck me,” I begged, my voice shaking with desire. “Take it, whore,” he growled, slamming his cock into me with brutal force, making me scream with pleasure. He dropped us to the ground and stuck it even deeper inside me in missionary while I screamed and cried from the painful pleasure of his giant cock I felt like I was being torn apart as he thrust in and out of me. My pussy was on fire, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I moaned, loudly, as he fucked me with everything he had. I felt like I was being taken to a whole other level of pleasure. He groaned with each thrust, his cock pounding against my womb with every time he plunged into me. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, getting harder with each violently powerful thrust. I was lost in the moment, completely under his control. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me as he fucked me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust, adding to the intensity of the experience. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he finished. I could feel it building up inside him. I wanted it. I felt a beast stirring within me, the hot, pulsating desire coursing through my veins as I felt his cock swell and throb inside me. My pussy clenched around him, eager for the release that was surely coming. “Fuck me harder!” I cried out, my voice hoarse from the rough treatment my throat had just received. He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with hunger as he picked up the pace, driving into me with ferocious intensity. I could feel his cock stretching me to the absolute limit, filling me completely as he slammed into me again and again.

The pain and pleasure mingled together, creating a wild, primal rush that coursed through my body, as I could feel my own desire building, a searing heat that began to pool between my legs, growing more intense with each thrust. I wanted him to finish inside me, to fill me with his hot, creamy cum. I begged him to cum inside me, and he laughed, saying “This is just the beginning, little slut. I’m going to give you so much more.” I could feel his body tense as he prepared to release. Suddenly, he slammed into me one last time, and I felt him explode deep inside me. Hot cum filled me up, and I cried out in pleasure as it hit my womb. He held me tightly, his cock still buried inside me as he caught his breath. I quivered, twitched and moan “wh-….ughh..what do you-..what do you mean so much more?” I asked with my mascarra running down my cheeks and drool covering my chin, neck, and tits. “You don’t understand, little slut,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “This is just the beginning. I’m going to teach you everything you need to know about pleasure, about pain, about submission.” His eyes gleamed in the dim light, and I could see the hunger in them. “You’re going to be my personal plaything, my sex slave. And you’re going to love every second of it.” He pulled out of me, his cock shinning with my juices, and his eyes filled with ambition as he released me from his grip. I felt weak, used, and yet, I couldn’t deny how much I loved it “I’m going to make you famous, little slut,” he promised, his voice low and seductive. I nodded unsure of what this meant and then he said “this won’t be easy! it won’t be like fucking around with these highschool boys, im going to make you a fucking slave do you understand?!” I didn’t know what to expect or how to feel. But there was something about his promise of making me famous, of teaching me everything about pleasure and submission, that made me feel alive so I nodded and he continued “do you have any family?” he asked “no my mom left when I was young and my dad died a bit over a month ago” I answered “good” he said “you’re going to be living with me so if you have any roomates or something, make sure to text them that you found a new place to live” I nodded, only now sensing the gravity of the situation. I stood up and picked my phone out of my short that were on his desk and sent a message to matt, telling him that I had found a new place to live and would no longer be in touch.

I knew this would be my new life, my new identity. The first step to becoming his sex slave, his personal plaything, was to sever my old life completely. “I sent the text sir. I am yours now.” I said submissivly “good girl. now put on those clothes and I’ll take you to your new home” he said. “can I go to my home and pack my things?” I asked. “you won’t be needing anything like that. I just so happen to have been looking for a slave like yourself and I have all the outfits that you’ll need for school” he answered sternley. “Ill still be going to school?” I asked “of course! as the principal of this school I need to come every day and you will be coming along with me. your ‘going to school’ is simply an excuse so that I can train you while I’m at work”. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was both terrified and excited at the same time. I put on my clothes from the day and he led me out of his office and down the hallway, his grip on my arm firm but not painful. We walked out of the building and I saw that we were in a parking lot. He opened the door to a sleek black car and I got in. He got in the driver’s seat and we drove off, leaving everything behind.

As we drove, he explained what my role would be as his personal slave. I would be attending school with him every day to provide him with a disguise, while he spent his days training me in the ways of submission and pleasure. I would be ready to fulfill his every desire, to become the perfect tool for his every need. He told me that I would have to learn to obey him without question, to please him in any way he desired. I was to be his possession, his personal ownership. He would share me with other men, teaching them how to use me, how to take full advantage of my submission. We eventually arrived at his house and he led me to his basment where I was to be kept. The room was dark and cold, with only a few candles hooked up to the walls providing a dim light. The room was filled with whips, gags, and eiery even scary looking machines. He told me to take off my clothes and get on my knees, and I did so, feeling nervous and exposed. He then proceeded to whip me with a thick leather strap, making me scream in pain. “This is just a taste of what you’ll be experiencing,” he said with a wicked grin. “STOP” I cried “STOP THIS PLEASE”. “You are mine, slut, and you will do as I say.” he said, as he whipped me harder and harder and I cried out in pain and fear.”I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disobey you. I just… it hurts so much, and I didn’t know what to expect.” I tried to stammer out an apology, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. He chuckled darkly. “That’s the right attitude to have, little one. Now, let me show you how to be a proper slave.” He took me by the wrist and led me to a large iron frame suspended from the ceiling. It looked like a medieval torture device, with straps and chains hanging from it. My heart raced with both fear and anticipation as he fastened me to the frame, my body completely exposed and vulnerable. “This is where you’ll learn to take pleasure in pain,” he said, his voice low andauthoritative. “You’ll learn to cum from the very edge of your limits, from being pushed beyond what you thought was possible.” He began to flog me, his strikes precise and calculated, increasing in intensity as I cried out in a mix of agony and ecstasy. My body writhed and shook, my mind swimming with a myriad of sensations as I felt myself being pulled closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my arousal growing, my pussy dripping with need as my clit throbbed with every blow. “You see, little one?” he asked, his voice sounding almost gentle in contrast to his actions. “Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. One cannot exist without the other.” His expert hands teased and tormented me, his fingers slowly tracing a path down my body, making me shiver with anticipation. I could feel him flicking my clit with the tip of his finger, sending shivers of pleasure and pain coursingthrough my body. He was an expert, a master of pain and pleasure, and I was his willing pupil.

“Do you understand now?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. I could feel him pressing against me, his cock hard and thick, ready to take me once again. “Yes, sir,” I gasped, my body trembling with need. He smiled, a wicked grin spreading across his face, and he thrust into me, his cock filling me up with a deep, pulsing rhythm. I cried out, the sensation of him inside me overwhelming me with pleasure and pain. I could feel myself being pushed to the edge, my mind swimming with the intensity of the experience. “Please, please,” I begged, “I can’t take any more. I need to cum. Let me cum!” He laughed, his voice deep and gravelly. “You’re close, aren’t you, little slut? Almost there. But not yet.” He pulled out and continued to flog me, each strike more intense than the last. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt myself being pushed beyond all limits. My mind raced, each thought a blur of pain and pleasure, desire and fear. Suddenly, I could feel it building. The sensation was overwhelming, my body trembling as if it were on the edge of a cliff. And then, just as I thought I could take no more, it happened. I cried out in pleasure and pain, my pussy clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. I writhed in pain begging for his cock “PLEASE SIR!!! PLEASE” I screeched “LET ME CUM! PUT YOUR COCK BACK INSIDE AND LET ME CUM”. He laughed cruelly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “You’ve earned this, little slut,” he said. “Now, let’s see how well you can take it.” He pushed back into me, his cock stroking my walls with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. I moaned in pleasure, my body shivering with each thrust. I was lost in the sensation, my mind blanking out everything except for the feeling of him inside me.

Time seemed to slow down, and I felt as if I were in another realm entirely. He was gently flicking my clit with one hand, while the other worked to stroke and torment me. The pleasure was building again, and I could feel myself being pushed to the edge once more. I was crying out, begging him to let me cum. “Please, please, I need it.” He smiled cruelly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “You’re close, aren’t you, little slut? Almost there. But not yet.” I begged and pleaded, but he just kept pushing, driving me to the brink of madness with his expert touch. Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy, and I knew it was happening. I cried out in pleasure and pain, My entire body convulsed in a violent wave of pleasure as an intense orgasm ripped through my core, pulsing and throbbing. I screamed in ecstasy as my climax explodes and coats his cock in my wetness, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. He pulled out of me, his face twisted in a twisted smile. “Very good,” he said, “you’ve passed your first test. But there’s more. I want you to serve me, to obey my every command without question. You are mine, and you will do as I say. Fail me, and you’ll learn what it means to truly suffer.” I shivered, the words echoing in my mind. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Very good,” he said, a deep satisfaction in his voice. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up and dressed. We have a lot to do in the days to come.” With a sense of dread and anticipation, I followed him as he led me out of the torture chamber and back up to the house. As we ascended the stairs, I could feel the sweat dripping down my body, my skin glistening with the remnants of the intense pleasure and pain I had just experienced. He led me to a small bathroom where he helped me clean up, his hands gentle yet firm as he guided me through the process.

Once I was cleaned up, he helped me into a robe and led me to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on either side of the large four-poster bed. The room was filled with an air of decadence and sensuality, and I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation as he helped me onto the bed. “this will be one of few nights for a long time where I don’t leave you down there so I suggest you enjoy this” He said softly, his voice a mixture of both reassurance and warning. I nodded, understanding how serious he was. He climbed onto the bed and began to undress me, his hands gentle yet firm as he removed my robe and revealed my naked body to him. I felt vulnerable and exposed, “I’m tired I can’t take it again today” I said softly “it’s barley been 10 minutes since a came harder then I ever have i can’t do it again” I could see the concern in his eyes as he looked at me. “I understand, little one,” he whispered. “But I need to make sure you’re ready for what’s to come.” He began to explore my body once again, kissing and caressing every inch of me but this point my body felt so tender and raw that even his soft gentle touch felt like a mini orgasm that filled me with an electric shock. He then tied me down to the bed, spreading my legs wide apart. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his eyes shining with intensity. I nodded, my heart racing. With a sly grin, he pulls out a flogger and I shut my eyes with fear and lust knowing each sharp leather strip promising to deliver delicious pain. With calculated skill, he lashes it against my skin, leaving fiery trails of sensation in its wake while I moan and scream like it’s my first time cumming in years. The sting intensifies with each strike, but the growing pleasure in my body overwhelms any thoughts of stopping. I am raw and exposed, yet his expert touches only fuel the fire within me until I am consumed by a primal need for more. The darkness enveloped me, the only light coming from the flickering candles on either side of the bed. I could feel him hovering over me, his body two inches away from mine, his breath warm on my sensitive skin. He began to tease me with the flogger, lightly tapping it against my skin, leaving a trail of fire that radiated across my body. I moaned and whimpered, struggling against my restraints, but knowing that I was powerless to stop him. He savagely attacked my clit with his fingers, eliciting uncontrollable spasms and convulsions from my body making me buck my hips trying to escape. “That’s right, you filthy little slut,” he snarled, his voice dripping with raw desire. “You’re just a toy for me to play with, and you’ll learn to enjoy it.” I screamed, my voice hoarse from all the orgasms he’d given me. He laughed, his voice dark and menacing. “Just you wait,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll beg for my touch, craving the pain and pleasure I bring. And when you finally learn to submit, I’ll give you more than you could ever imagine.”

He continued to torment me, using the flogger to bring me to the edge of sanity, and then pulling back, making me crave for more. I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff, one push and I would fall into the abyss, never to return. But I was so hungry for more, for the intense sensations that filled me to the brim. The pain and the pleasure, the two sides of the same coin that left me begging for more, even with every ounce of my being screaming for it to stop. And then, it happened. The moment I had been waiting for, the moment that would break me and remake me into something new. He thrust into me, hard and fast, his cock hitting my cervix with each forceful thrust. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was beyond description. My body convulsed, my screams echoing through the room as I was taken to new heights of pleasure and pain. I felt like I was flying, soaring higher and higher until I thought I would burst. A primal scream ripped through my body as I shattered into a million pieces of pure, unbridled ecstasy. My insides tightened around him like a vice, each surge of pleasure ripping through me like a violent storm. Every inch of my being convulsed and quaked, drenched in sweat as the waves of euphoria crashed over me relentlessly, driving me to the brink of madness. This was raw passion, unfilterred and all-consuming, consuming me from the inside out until I was nothing but a writhing mass of overwhelming pleasure. My vision blurred, my body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced ripped through me. The room spun around me, and I felt like I was floating, suspended in an infinite sea of pleasure. His hands were everywhere, touching me, caressing me, driving me higher and higher until I thought I would burst. And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, something inside me snapped. I felt myself being lifted up, as if by an invisible force, and carried towards a place of pure bliss. I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure, my body trembling and convulsing with each new wave of orgasm that washed over me. I screamed his name, the sound lost in the chaos of my own ecstasy. The room reverberated with the relentless rhythm of our bodies crashing together, waves of pleasure cresting and breaking over us. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his legs tensed like steel rods and his hard cock surged inside me, a powerful hose unleashing an endless stream of hot seed deep into my womb. My body contorted in ecstasy as I felt every pulse and spurt fill me, igniting a storm of.pleasure.

My screams echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls, my body writhing and shaking with each new surge of bliss. I felt like I was on fire, a furnace of pure, unquenchable desire. And yet, with every ounce of energy he poured into me, I took it in, absorbing it like a sponge. He held me close, his breath hot on my skin, his body pulsing with the same raw power that filled me. And with each beat of his heart, I felt myself becoming more and more lost untill he finaly pulled out. In an instant, a wave of frigid emptiness washes over me, chilling me to the bone and filling me with a deep sense of dread that consumes my every thought. I lay there, spent and shivering, my body eager for more but completely drained. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled “thats all for tonight but not even the tip of the iceberg for the future” he said, his voice a soft promise of more pleasure and pain to come. With slow, deliberate movements, he untied my wrists and ankles, releasing me from my restraints. “Sleep now, little one,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Tomorrow will bring more, but for now, rest.” I nodded, still shaken by the intensity of the experience. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I was in safe hands and that I would gladly submit to his desires again and again. I woke up the next morning with my body still tingling from the night before. As I looked around the room, I could still see the remnants of our passionate encounter, the candles now weakly flickering and the bed covers disheveled. it was a school day that day and I wondered how i would face the world after experiencing something so intense with the principal but more importantly I wondered what his plan was to train me while I was at school. he looked over at me “this is a big day. the first full day of your training and the first day that you will attend school as my slave”. I blinked, trying to process the words he had spoken. The first full day of my training and my first day at school as his slave? I had never imagined my life could take such a turn. I sat up, my body still trembling with the aftereffects of our intense encounter. He helped me sit up, his hands gentle but firm. “Don’t worry, little one. I have everything planned out. I’ll put you in your day clothes and let you go through your normal day, monitoring your progress and ensuring that you remain in line.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. This was all so surreal, but I knew that I had to trust him. “I’m scared, but I trust you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “I’m glad that you trust me. now lets get ready for school”. he helped me up and led me to the bathroom, where he carefully washed my now hypersensitive body and showed me my outfit for the day. he held up a skimpy outfit consisting of a red lace bra and a red lace thong conected by red straps.”But, this outfit is so revealing,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me, his eyes smoldering with desire. “That’s the point, my dear. You are to be a toy for me to show off, a prize to be won. You will wear this outfit to school, and I will make sure that you are on display for everyone to see.”

I felt my face flush with heat, but I knew that I had no choice. I had already given myself to him, and I would do whatever he commanded. With trembling hands, I slipped into the lace bra and thong, the material feeling silky against my skin. My body still tingled from last night’s encounter, and I could feel the heat between my legs as I stood there in front of him, vulnerable and exposed. He dressed me in a short, tight skirt and a pair of black heels, barely leaving anything to the imagination. “won’t I get dresscoded”I asked. “oh silly, not only am I the principal but I run the school board. I am the dresscode and I get to decide what you can wear. all the teachers will be briefed this morning on the fact that you are allowed to wear this and they will have no reason to ‘dress code’ you unless they want to get fired.” He led me to the mirror, and I looked at my reflection. I couldn’t believe I was wearing something so revealing to school. But, I trusted him, and I knew that he had my best interests at heart. before we left he said “oops, I almost forgot one more thing” he held up a small red device “this is a remote controled vibrator” he sliped it under my skirt moves my thong to the side and inserts it into my pussy making me moan before he putt the thong back in place to make sure it does not fall out. “I can control this all day from wherever and whenever I want”he said holding up his phone on an app with a control panel showing 10 intensity levels. As we walked out the door and headed to school, I couldn’t help but feel nervous and excited at the same time. He had promised that he would monitor my every move, and I knew that anything could happen. The fact that I was wearing a revealing outfit and had a vibrator inserted into me only added to my anxiety. We arrived at the school just in time for the first bell to ring. As we entered the school building, I could feel the weight of all the eyes on me, and I knew that I would have to face the consequences of my actions. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked through the halls, trying to keep my balance in the high heels that felt like they were slicing into my feet. I could feel the vibrator pulsing inside me, a constant reminder of my submission to him.

As the day went on, my nerves began to get the best of me, and I could feel myself becoming more and more anxious. I tried to focus on my classes, but my mind kept drifting to thoughts of him, and the intense pleasure that he had brought me the night before. I could feel the vibrations increasing, and I knew that he was watching me, controlling me, even from a distance. At lunch, I had to sit in the cafeteria, surrounded by students. some of the guys ogling me and some of the girls looking at me with disgust but also admiration for my body and the attention of the men that I walked past. The intensity of the vibrator continued to build, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything but the sensations coursing through my body and the focues it took to resist the earge to moan and whimper with pleasure. I noticed my masters across the cafeteria and I tried to meet his gaze in the distance, though I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or if he was truly even watching me at all. The vibrations grew stronger, and I could feel myself beginning to lose control. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild rhythm that seemed to match the pulsating vibrations coursing through my body. My breaths came in gasps as I tried to hold on to the edge of pleasure, but just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, the vibrations suddenly stopped. My body jolted in surprise, feeling almost numb without the stimulation that had been overwhelming it just moments before. I quickly composed myself, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed the sudden change in my demeanor. All eyes were still focused on my outfit – the lacy bra, sky-high stiletto heels, and barely-there mini skirt pulled over a thong that only almost concealed the vibrator. eventually, during lunch I was approached by matt who had heard about what I was wearing and how I was acting and found me. “what the fuck are you wearing????” he exclaimed. I gulped, trying to find the words to explain the situation to him. “I’m… I’m” just as I attempted to explain the situation, the vibrator surged with an even more intense sensation, causing me to pause mid-sentence and let out a guttural moan. My body shook with pleasure, unable to control my desperate whimpers and squirms eaving me trembling and gasping for air. Matt’s eyes widened in shock, watching me writhe in pleasure. “What the fuck is going on?” he demanded, his voice laced with a mix of anger and concern. I could barley understand what her said because my brain was muddled with pleasure let alone try to think of a lie that both matt and my master would be satisfied with. “Matt, it’s… it’s a… um..” I wasn’t able to choke out a sentance between my gasps for air. Matt stared at me, his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion. “your acting wear as fuck” he shouted “first you move out and now your sitting in langerie and looking like you’re having a fucking orgasm. what the fuck is this??” My heart raced, and the vibrator hummed softly against my sensitive skin. “I won’t…I can’t..I can’t explain” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Matt’s anger morphed into confusion, and he looked around, glancing at the other students who were now staring at me in shock. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, his voice echoing in the cafeteria. I knew that I had to find a way to make him believe me, to make him understand that I was stuck in this situation and had no control.

As I struggled to come up with a response, the vibrator pulsed again, sending a surge of pleasure through my body that made me moan loudly and arch my back. My body trembled uncontrollably, and I felt a wave of heat between my legs. My face flushed red as I realized that Matt was witnessing my most intimate moment, and I could hear his breath catch in his throat. He stepped closer, his eyes wide with both shock and curiosity. Matt’s eyes widened even more, and he looked down to see the puddle of my arousal on the chair. His face twisted in confusion, and I could see him trying to piece together what was happening. “Is that…is that…?” he trailed off. Before he could finish, the vibrator pulsed again, sending another wave of pleasure through my body. I moaned loudly, unable to control the physical response my body was having. My breaths came in short gasps, and I felt my face grow hotter by the second. to try and escape the situation I stood up on my quivering legs and tried to walk away while a constant drip of my pussies juices dripped down my legs. Matt stood their in awe and shock watching what had once been one of his closest friends shakely walk away dripping with her own arousal and stumbling out of the cafeteria. I was finally out, I made my way to the washroom and locked myself in a stall finnaly letting out my moans and whimpers of pleasure without interruption. With each pulsing vibration, my body arched and contorted in pleasure. I could feel the release building deep inside of me, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. The toy teased and tormented me, taking me closer to the edge with each passing second. My mind was consumed with desire for that ultimate climax, but the vibrator kept me on a thin line of ecstasy, never quite granting my wish. It was a maddening game of pleasure and denial that left every inch of my body throbbing and aching for more, throbbing and aching for my masters cock. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take, the constant buildup of pleasure, but I didn’t want it to stop. It was a game of submission and control that I couldn’t resist. I knew that my master was getting off on it just as much as I was. I couldn’t help but fantasize about him, about how he would make me feel when we were alone again, how he would take control and take me to that incredible release. Finally, I was able to leave the washroom and make my way to my next class. I tried to behave normally, but the lingering effects of the vibrator were still apparent. My heart raced, my breaths shallow, and my mind consumed by the sensations that still coursed through my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, the evidence of my arousal still dripping down my thighs. I knew that everyone must have noticed but I tried to just focus on keeping myself from screaming in pleasure. As the day wore on, I couldn’t help but wonder how many more times I would surrender to the pleasure before my master allowed me to release. The anticipation was agonizing, but I also couldn’t deny the powerful rush of pleasure coursing through me. I realized that this was more than just a game or a kink – it was a deep and unbreakable connection between me and my master. As the final bell rang, I made my way back to my masters car and began to cry waiting for him to return to his car and finally let me release the explosive climax that I had been holding back all day, aching and building up inside of me like a tightly coiled spring, threatening to burst out with a force that could shatter everything in its path. As the minutes ticked by, I began to feel a growing sense of unease – what if he never came? What if I had to spend the rest of the night like this, trapped in this state of constant arousal, unable to satisfy myself or find release? The thought made my heart race faster than the vibrator ever could but Finally, after what felt like hours, I saw my master approach, his face a mix of concern and anticipation. I could tell he had been watching me from afar, waiting for the right moment to end this game and finally grant me the release I so desperately craved. Without a word, he took me by the hand and led me back into the school and to his office, where he locked the door and pulled me close, his eyes never leaving mine. “You have endured so well,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. He tore off my skirt, which only further revealed my now-soaked panties, and slowly reached for my soaked panties and put them aside to take out the vibrator. he as such while I layed there and begged for him to let me finnaly finish and let out the orgasms that I had been writhing for all day.

The cool air of his office brushed over my exposed skin, heightening the sensation of his gaze upon me. I felt vulnerable yet empowered under his scrutiny, my need for release a tangible thing between us. His fingers danced tantalizingly close to where I needed him most, the heat from his body making me squirm in anticipation.

“Patience,” he murmured as if reading my mind. He then withdrew the vibrator with excruciating slowness, causing me to gasp at the sudden emptiness. The loss was momentary, as I soon felt the warmth of his touch replacing the cold absence. My body instinctively arched towards him, seeking fulfillment.

“Please,” I managed to say, a plea that was both a demand and a surrender. It was all that I could muster, the intensity of this moment rendering me speechless and subservient to his desires.

He smiled down at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “Begging so soon?” He teased. He leaned over me, his breath warm against my ear. “You’ve earned it,” he whispered, before his mouth captured mine in a searing kiss that obliterated all other thoughts. As our lips moved together, his hands roamed over my body, mapping every curve and contour with the expertise of a cartographer charting new territory. With each touch, he stoked the fire within me, bringing me to the brink of madness with his deliberate pace.My hands clutched at him, pulling him closer, my fingers desperate to feel the strength of his skin against mine. The world beyond this office, beyond this moment of blinding need, ceased to exist; there was only him, and the sweet torment he inflicted upon me. After an eternity woven from seconds and sighs, he pulled away from my lips but continued to trail kisses down my neck and along my collarbone. I wriggled beneath him, wanting more yet reveling in the slow build up of pleasure that promised an explosive culmination. Master’s hand found its way between my thighs once more, teasing me with feather-light strokes that had me biting back moans. “You’re so close,” he said matter-of-factly, as if commenting on some nice weather rather than the storm he was conjuring within me. His fingers danced across my skin, pushing me higher with every pass, until I was teetering on the edge of something monumental. But he halted just as I was about to tip over, pulling his hand away and smirking at my frustrated whimper.”Shh…” he soothed, his voice a melodic balm that somehow increased the fervor of my yearning. “I want you to remember this moment. The waiting, the wanting… It makes the release all the sweeter.” He rose above me then, his body poised to end my torment. I could see in his eyes that he too craved the release, that his control was a finely tuned instrument he wielded for our mutual destruction and rebirth. In one slow, deliberate movement, his cock pierced through the lips of my pussy and united us with a symphony of sensation exploding through my being. It was as if all previous pleasures were but a prelude to this crescendo. We moved together in rhythm, a dance as old as time yet fresh with each gasping breath. He guided each motion with precision and care, crafting our climax with the skill of an artist obsessed with perfection. My world narrowed to the point where our bodies were joined, all other sensations secondary to the feeling of him moving within me. His magnificent member ravaged my willing body, igniting a fiery inferno of pleasure that consumed me whole. My senses were overwhelmed by the intensity, as if a thousand suns had exploded within me. Every inch of me was claimed and conquered by his dominating cock, leaving me trembling with sheer ecstasy. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead as he met my gaze with an intensity that sent another wave of desire crashing over me. I arched my back, offering myself to him even more fully, and in that moment it was not just my body that he had dominated but my soul too was consumed beyond the physical realm. With each thrust, I felt myself unraveling, coming undone at the seams of my sanity. The slow burn he had kindled now raged into an inferno I could no longer contain. My cries filled the room, echoing off walls that seemed to pulsate with our passion. I was close now, teetering once again on that precipice, but this time there would be no holding back. He sensed my impending climax and he lean down “Let go,” he breathed against my ear, and it was as if those words were a key unlocking everything I held inside. A kaleidoscope of colors burst behind my closed eyelids as I shattered around him, my cries a benediction to the power he held over me and with each convulsion, my body writhed and spasmed beneath him uncontrollably as he pressed me down, causing every muscle to tense and spasm in a wild symphony of pleasure. Agony seared through my body, each limb feeling like it was being ripped from its socket as I climbed towards the ultimate peak of ecstasy. My cries reverberated off the walls, drowned out by the deafening beat of my heart as I reached the brink of a mind-numbing frenzy. In a storm of release, I shattered into a breathless madness that left me trembling and spent. His own control frayed at the edges as he witnessed the totality of my surrender, the raw energy of my climax pushing him closer to his edge. With a low growl that was both animalistic and achingly human, he gave in to his own primal need, his movements becoming more urgent, desperate. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room with a rhythmic cadence that underscored the depths of our shared desire. The tension within him wound tighter, his strokes more insistent, each one driving him to the brink. Beneath him, I was awash in the aftershocks of my release, each wave of pleasure less intense than the last but no less sweet. I felt every pulse of his cock, every twitch and throb as he neared his peak.

And then, with a final thrust that buried him to the hilt within me, he groaned my name like a prayer or a curse, and A scorching heat sears through my body as his thick, creamy essence pours into me, filling me to the brink. As I ride this wave of overwhelming pleasure, my body convulses and I release a torrential spray, In a frenzy of carnal pleasure, our bodies merge into one and I unleash a torrential burst of ecstasy, my primal instincts taking over as I experience the ultimate release. Flushed with exhilaration, I explode in an explosive spray, drenching us both in a deluge of untamed desire. The world stilled around me as I floated in the aftermath of our tempestuous union. He remained within me, his body a sheltering presence that enveloped me in warmth and security. The intense sensation gradually subsided as I lay tangled in the ruin of clothes and scattered papers, both of our breathing slowing to a gentle cadence.

With a slick, wet sound, he withdrew his cock from the used fleshlight that had been my pussy. The remnants of his hot, thick cum leaked out of me like a volcano’s magma, leaving a sticky mess in its wake. It dripped down my inner thighs and pooled on the desk beneath me, marking where our bodies had intertwined in passion just moments before. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt the tingling aftermath of our intense lovemaking. He began to tidy himself up quietly, movements precise and controlled once again. The storm had passed, but its echoes lingered in the charged atmosphere. As he buttoned his shirt, I gathered my own scattered senses, attempting to clothe myself in the slutty clothes that he had given me.

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