Puts you to work

She rises off you and calmly dresses herself while you await further commands. When she's done she looks down at you and says. "Get dressed boy, quickly"

You do as you're told and collect your clothes from the floor. As you're putting them on she continues

"I've had my fun with you, and you've proved yourself to be suitably obedient. Now for your reward, you get to a chance to make me very happy"

You're not sure what she means, but any chance to serve her is an opportunity you're eager for. Once your clothes are on she gives your ass a smack and leads you out of the classroom. You obediently follow her through the school to the car park. She leads you up to an expensive looking convertible and swings the door open. "Get in" she commands.

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 it pops into position. Lucky for you it's 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.