Miss Locke is with you

Your eyes blink open, cutting the fantasy short. You're hard of course, your cock aching as your mind lingers on the last moments of the dream.

"Good morning" you hear from across the room. Surprised, you spin your head to see Miss Locke leaning back in the nurses chair. She gets up and saunters towards you, planting her arms on the end of the bed. "Did you have a nice rest? Some of the things you were saying in your sleep... you really do have a filthy mind don't you? I like that" she continues, smirking. She grabs the ends of the blanket and pulls, exposing your nude body. "and look how excited you are to serve me" she says glancing at your cock.

You finally remembered, you'd passed her test. You would get to serve her, your beautiful teacher would be your mistress. IT was a fantasy come true. "What would you like me to do.." you begin "Mistress?" you add, sounding more timid than you'd like.

"You're going to get dressed and follow me. As far are you're concerned school is cancelled today"

Eager to please, you get out of bed and put on your clothes that had been left out on the desk. You then follow in silence as she leads you through the school. You get a couple of odd looks from other students as they see you following your teacher into the carpark. "Get in" she snaps, and you obey.

It was a short drive to her home, and it didn't look much like you'd imagined. A slightly rundown looking semi-detached, the front garden was overgrown with weeds. Miss Locke pulls up and parks on the curb instead of the occupied driveway. "Strip, we dont have much time" she tells you. You awkwardly take your clothes off in the front seat. Your not sure why this couldn't wait until you were inside, but you didn't want to annoy who so soon. As you strip she pulls a black bag out from the car boot. She opens it up and pulls out two pairs of cuffs, a blindfold and a butt-plug. She winks at you and locks your arms behind your back, then she proceeds to lock your ankles together. She slips the blindfold over your head, although it's planted on your forehead for now so you can still see. "Out" she commands and she helps you out. You glance up and down the road, no one around to see you like this fortunately, although it occurs to you that you've no idea where you actually are on this nondescript suburban street.

As you dawdle, Miss Locke grows impatient and bends you over the car. "No time for lube, don't scream" she speaks into your ear just before forcing the butt plug into place. You grunt as the pops into position. Lucky for you it was pretty small. Finally she covers your eyes with the blindfold and begins gently pushing you, presumably towards the front door. You walk tentatively, blindly stumbling forwards. The chains around your ankles make it hard to balance, and the undeniably pleasurable fullness in your ass doesn't help either. She grabs your shoulder to stop you, and you hear her knock on the door.