Another weekend with Caitlin

Fucking with Brooke is so fun. In less than 24 hours she's gone from being a good, little church girl to sending me nudes. It's going to feel so good seeing her on her knees, begging me to ruin her in every possible way.

So, it's Saturday afternoon and I've got a few hours to kill. I have a bikini shot and a nude of a 9, but I don't want to masturbate because an 8 is coming over later. It's a weirdly frustrating situation.

I send Dave a message asking if he wants to hang out.

"Can't right now. Busy with something special."

That's interesting. I send back, "Did you get a girlfriend?"

"lol, definitely not a girlfriend, but can't talk about it. See you in class on Monday".

Weird. Well, I just need to find something else to keep me occupied. I go back to studying and manage to get almost all my work done.

Caitlin arrives after dinner. She's wearing her long coat again and carrying a small suitcase.

“Um, I told you to bring one change of clothes, not your whole wardrobe.”

Caitlin looks ashamed. “Oh, I'm sorry, master! I thought you might want a variety to pick from.”

This seems suspicious. “What kind of variety?”

“Well, I was planning to wear this.” She opens her coat to reveal a sexy schoolgirl uniform. Pleated skirt, knee high socks, blouse tied under her breasts, etc. She quickly pulls her hair into a couple of scrunchies to make loose pigtails. Then she opens the small case. “Since you told me to bring a change of clothes, I also brought these, master.”

The suitcase is full of costumes. Sexy cat, sexy dog, sexy cow, sexy cheerleader, sexy nurse, etc.

“Fuck! Did you spend half your salary on costumes?”

She smiles. “It's not that bad. I canceled all my streaming services. I don't need them since I spend so much time edging myself and listening to the recording that I made for you, as you commanded.”

Well, at least she's still sticking to her training routine. I should test to make sure that she's not exaggerating. “On your knees, slut.”

She drops to the ground.

“What kind of slut are you?”

Without hesitation she says, “I'm a dirty slut who loves getting fucked by her student. I'm a set of holes for you to fill. I love breaking taboos and doing naughty things for you. I desperately need to serve you.”

That's exactly the script I wrote for her, and it just popped out of her mouth with mechanical precision. Yeah, she's listening to that recording all the time like I ordered.

“Alright, good answer. However, you did a shitty job of following my order. I told you to bring a change of clothes, not costumes. That means normal clothes that you can leave here in case of emergency. Why the fuck would I want you to dress up as a schoolgirl when I already have other girls who are younger than you?!”

Caitlin looks devastated. She clasps her hands together. “I'm sorry, master! I'm so sorry! I'm nothing if I'm not making you happy! Please use me for your pleasure so I can make up for this!”

I look over the contents of the small suitcase. “Alright, put on the cat costume.”

“Costume” is being generous. It's black lingerie with cat ears on a headband and a tail attached to the panties. Still, it looks good on her when she comes out of the bathroom.

“Get on all fours.” I watch her move towards the couch. “No! No pets on the furniture. Get on the floor.”

She lowers herself to the floor. I'm not in the mood for anything slow tonight, so I just get behind her, flip her tail onto her back, and pull her panties to the side of her pussy. I shove my cock straight in her wet pussy.

“Oh!” she cries out. “That feels so good! Thank you, master!”

“You're welcome, cunt.”

I stroke into her a couple of times, then she asks, “Master? Did I do well yesterday with Brooke?”

As shitty as the Freya problem was this morning, things with Brooke have gone great, and that's largely because of Caitlin. “Yeah, you did. You did very well.”

She sighs contentedly as I fuck her, then turns back to look at me. “I'm really jealous of her.”

“Why? You're the one getting my dick.”

“Yes, but she's completely under your control. I feel so bad for giving that up. I'll do anything for you, but I want you to own me like you did before. Can you capture me with the app again? Please?!”

“Well, not right now, but maybe I'll get a way to do that later.” I grab her long hair and pull it back, twisting her head back towards me.

“Thank you, master! Thank you for making me your ****! Thank you for putting your big cock in my pussy! Thank... you!!!”

She cums and I follow closely behind. Having her beg to be owned by me again is really hot.

We fool around a little more later than night, then we run through some of the costumes on Sunday. Not the cow one, though. You don't want to know how stupid that costume looks. I have her take all the costumes back to her place, then I send her home. She won't complete all her prep work for the next week of classes unless I **** her to get off my cock and go home, so I have to order her to focus.

The next day, I'll go to classes wondering what state Brooke will be in when I see her.