Principal Augustine

The tight fishnet stockings, connected by garters under an unseemly short latex skirt with her white poofy button down shirt covered at the waist by a black tight corset is unmistakable. That face covered by a black hood with white accents around the open eyes and mouth, with a single tight ponytail showing her dirty blonde hair makes it obvious who your release is. Her brilliant blue eyes shine through the hood and bore into your cumdrunk, lust-filled face. It is and can only be, the one and only, Principal Augustine.

“Well, well, seems you had a fun night. Didn’t you, Samantha?” You can’t nod your head due to the anal hook still lodged in your ass, but still try in vain. Augustine laughs. “Such a dedicated little sub. Remember what I said all that time ago? You are coming home with me, but first we need to get you ready for the road.

She turns and grabs several pieces of gear and sets them out of your view. First, she eases the hook gently out of your ass, and it comes free with a pop. It feels just as amazing coming out as it did going in. She undoes the taut rope **** you, and undoes your arms from the desk. She takes one wrist, putting it behind your back and then the other. You hear the buzzing sound of handcuffs closing and your wrists are now stuck.

Before she unties your legs, she starts stroking you again, but before you get fully hard, she fits a small pink plastic chastity cage on your shaft and pulls your balls through the plastic ring. She locks it up and slaps your balls, making you give out a sharp squeal in response.

She then undoes the rope tying your legs apart and puts a pair of leg irons on them, locking them when they are tight enough. Finally, you are lifted up, and a leash is attached. She is every bit your Mistress right now. By her side is a riding crop and in her hands is a muzzle harness which she fits on you head after removing the ring gag.

She pulls you along, heading towards the door, paying for the gear she is taking, and out into the late night you go. Your things are in a sack in the crook of Principal Augustine’s arm as she slowly leads you down the stairs and into her car.