Sensei

I longed to satisfy my urges. I thought about what Ms. Imamura had said and that she and the principal were the only ones with the key to my chastity belt.

Ashamed and pathetic, I asked where her room was. I knocked on her door, which opened. She smiled triumphantly as I bowed.

-Undress and beg me to give you pleasure.-

I obeyed, undressing completely naked in the hallway. I was ashamed; I could be seen there. I prostrated myself on the floor.

• Please, Sensei Imamura, give me pleasure. I'm a lustful female dog, I'm so frustrated. Please.
• Stay here for 15 minutes, naked and prostrate. I'll think about whether to grant your wish.

She took my yukata and closed her door, leaving me naked except for my chastity belt.

I remained prostrate, my forehead pressed against the cold corridor floor, each second stretching into a humiliating eternity. The night breeze filtered through a half-open window, caressing my bare skin with icy fingers that made my flesh shiver and my nipples harden into painful points. Somewhere in the distance, a student's muffled laugh echoed, and I held my breath, praying I wouldn't be discovered in this indecent position.

My heart pounded in my ears, each beat a cruel reminder of my vulnerability. The icy parquet floor burned my knees as my trembling fingers gripped the polished wood, my nails leaving barely visible ridges. A trickle of saliva beaded at the corner of my lips and fell in a trembling drop that shattered on the floor, a distorting mirror of my shame.

A student walked by, mocking me shamelessly, but didn't stay because she knew Imamura was nearby.

Time dragged on horribly. I saw eyes at the end of the corridor watching what was going to happen, when I heard Imamura's voice rise.

• You're going to scratch at the door like a good little female dog and beg me to open it. I found your request insufficient; be more convincing.

I moaned, my cheeks burning, and began weakly scratching at the wood of the door with my nails, each scrape echoing like an insult in the silence of the corridor.

• P-Please, Sensei... My voice trembled, hoarse with desire and humiliation. I... I'm your female dog. I'll do anything... anything you want...

My fingers trembled more violently against the panel, my knuckles whitening with the effort.

Finally, she opened the door, closed it again, stepped over me, and walked away without a word. Ten minutes later, I was still naked, paralyzed with shame, and she returned, opening the door.

"Get in on all fours."

I crawled across the floor, my knees bruised by the icy parquet, each movement making my still-sensitive thighs tremble. The humiliating heat rose to my cheeks as my breasts swayed heavily beneath me, my nipples rubbing against the damp air with every writhing. The chastity belt burned, a cruel reminder of my powerlessness.

Behind me, a muffled murmur: a student hidden in the shadows of the corridor held her breath, her wide eyes fixed on my exposed nakedness.