Stopping in to check on some of Pete's teachers

I sauntered into Ms. Roma’s room at the beginning of the day. “Morning, cumrag. You have a good night last night? I want to check in to make sure you followed the fuck shack rules.”

As I enter the room, Ms. Roma stands up from where she was sitting behind her desk and crosses her arms under her chest. The teacher's cheeks flush with embarrassment as she recalls the humiliating rules imposed upon her by the student. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair before responding,

"Oh, um, my night was... interesting, to say the least.” She hesitates, feeling a mix of shame and arousal. “I spent the evening... following your instructions, just as you commanded.” She avoids making eye contact, her voice barely above a whisper. “It was... challenging, but I... I did as you asked." She bites her lip nervously, awaiting my reaction.

Ms. Roma was a slightly older woman, in her late 40s or early 50s, although still attractive for her age. A little less filled out than I’d like, but she still had a respectable ass and tits that were a nice handful. Her hair was brown and shoulder length.

I got the sense she wasn’t being absolutely truthful with me and decided to press harder. “Well, that didn’t sound very sincere, jizz jar. Go ahead, tell me how your night I was. Don’t spare any details.”

The teacher's cheeks deepen to a rosy hue as she recalls the explicit details of her night under my new rules. She clears her throat, trying to compose herself before speaking,

"Well, you see, I... I spent the entire evening... watching... um, adult content, just like you instructed.” She fidgets with the edge of her desk, her voice trembling slightly with embarrassment, “But, uh, there were... complications." She swallows hard, reliving the humiliating moments, “Like when... when the delivery guy came to the door with my dinner, and... and I had to eat from the dog bowl, completely naked.” Her cheeks burn with shame as she recounts the scene. “It was... mortifying, to say the least."

She shifts uncomfortably, waiting for the student's reaction, feeling both aroused and humiliated by her confession.

I begin laughing at her, causing her to turn an even deeper shade of crimson. “Oh man, so what? He just watched you eating?”

The teacher's cheeks flush deeper as she recalls the delivery guy's reaction to her humiliating predicament. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, feeling exposed and ****.

"Um, well, the delivery guy... he just stood there, staring at me in disbelief.” She fidgets with her hands, her voice barely above a whisper. “I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, watching as I... as I ate from the dog bowl. I... I think he was... amused, maybe even a little... aroused by the sight of me following your orders. But... but I just kept eating, trying to ignore his presence as best as I could."

I reach out and grip her cunt. Its already damp from her recounting the humiliating story about the food delivery guy. “Listen slutcakes, you can put on as many shows like that as you want but remember who this body belongs too. No touching by anyone but me or people I designate.” I give her cunt a light slap to emphasize my words, eliciting a moan from her.

“Alright cumdumpster, time for a little field trip.” I announce, slapping her between the legs again for emphasis. With a submissive nod she follows me through the currently empty halls of the school. Before long, we reach the library.

“Ms. Roma, I’m sure you know Trish, the school’s new librarian.” I gesture at the woman sitting behind the desk of the library. Trish Harris was brand new to the school, only having been hired this year, fresh out of college. She was a pretty young thing, skinny and rather petite. Small, handful sized breasts and a nice pert ass. She was dressed in a knee length skirt and a dress shirt with a sleeveless cardigan sweater over it. As we walked in, she stood up and walked around the desk, standing awkwardly in front of me. I swaggered over and gave her a hard slap on the ass.

“Cumrag,” I say, addressing Ms. Roma, “you won’t believe it but Trish here is probably worse at betting than you. She wagered her freedom on a game of tic tac toe, and then passed her turn like it was some kind of strategic move.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I talked about the made-up events that occurred because of the rulebook.

“Well…I…I thought I was going to be able to outsmart you by passing” She says, blushing and looking away in embarrassment. “I don’t think it was that dumb a play.” She continued, pouting.

“Oh, and get this! She was a virgin beforehand. Saving herself for her fiancé since college. They were gonna get married this summer. But that’s off the table now. That virginity belongs to me. Show her, Trish.”

Trish reluctantly lifts up her skirt, revealing she’s not wearing panties. What she is wearing is an invisible style chastity belt. The belt had a stainless-steel hand that looped around her waist and down between her legs, covered in a bright pink silicone casing. Over her pussy was a metal shield with a small opening for hygiene. And of course, on the front of it, holding it all together, was a small lock. I held up my key chain and jingled it.

“Yep, no one’s getting in there without my express permission. Hell, I don’t know if I even want it, she’s not my type, but it’s the principle of the thing. Now, onto other matters. First, gonna be a slight change of uniform for both of you.”

I pull out two packages from my backpack and throw them on the floor at the ladies feet.

“From now on you,” I point at Trish, “are gonna be dressing in librarian lingerie costumes. While you, “I point to Ms. Roma, “are gonna be dressed like a fetish teacher. Now go on, get changed.”

In the dimly lit confines of the library, Ms. Roma and Trish exchanged glances with one another, before picking up the outfits I’d thrown at their feet. With trembling hands, they begin to shed their usual attire, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment at the prospect of revealing themselves. As they exchange furtive glances, they feel a surge of arousal coursing through them, their bodies responding to the taboo thrill of undressing in front of each other. With a shared sense of trepidation and excitement, they slip into their respective lingerie versions of their usual attire, their movements slow and deliberate as they adjust the delicate fabric to accentuate their curves.

Once fully dressed in their lingerie, they cast shy smiles at me, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal, seeking my approval. Despite their initial hesitations, they can't deny the intoxicating allure of being clad in such revealing attire, their bodies on display for my enjoyment.

Trish’ outfit consisted of a white and black striped sheer skirt, a sheer, see through design with attached garter clips, fully revealing that all she had underneath was the aforementioned chastity belt, the pink silicone contrasting nicely with the rest of the skirt. The garter clips attached to thigh high stockings. There was a tiny leather belt around her waist that served no function other than to accentuate her curves. Finally, the top was nothing more than a tie-blouse, holding her small tits up, and showing plenty of cleavage. The outfit was completed by a pair of bookish glasses and 6-inch heels.

Ms. Roma’s outfit consisted of a sheer top that her decently sized tits were barely visible through. A small bright red tie hung between her tits, drawing attention to them. A pinstripe skirt that wasn’t long enough to completely cover her ass was next, along with a pair of stockings and her own 6-inch heels. There was no underwear on her outfit, and even the act of walking would cause the skirt to ride up, giving anyone looking a show.

“Excellent ladies. Now, I expect you to have similar uniforms on every day for the rest of the year. Jizz junkie, you’ll have to spot Trish, since her paycheck and apartment are mine now. Oh, speaking of, she’s going to be bunking with you at the fuck shack, so I expect you to fill her in on the rules there. And I have some additions…."

Ms. Roma shifted uncomfortably behind her desk; her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tries to maintain her composure in front of the students. Despite her best efforts to appear confident and authoritative, the knowledge that she was dressed in her lingerie uniform filled her with a sense of vulnerability and self-consciousness. As she moved about the classroom, writing equations on the board and fielding questions from the students, she couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the stares and comments from the students throughout the day. Despite her unease, she soldiered on through the day, doing her best to focus on the task at hand and ignore the lingering sense of embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm her. She knew that she couldn’t afford to let her personal feelings interfere with her duties as a teacher, no matter how exposed and **** she might feel. The instructions Pete gave her about how to conduct her classes didn’t help. Whenever a student commented on her state of dress or her body, or groped her, she had to reply positively.

“Thank you for spanking my ass, John, I’ll give you extra credit on the test.”

“Oh, April, you’re right, only a whore like me would dress like this.”

“Yes Anthony, my ‘funbags’ would make a great headrest for you”

“Of course you can keep squeezing my tits Michael, that’s what they’re there for.”

All of it said with a flirtatious smile, and a wiggle of her ass, or shake of her tits. Finally, the final bell rang, and the students filed out of the classroom, as she let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the reprieve from the scrutiny of their curious gazes, probing hands, and degrading comments. With a quick glance around the empty classroom, she discreetly adjusted her outfit to cover as much as possible and headed to the parking lot to meet with Trish, steeling herself for the tasks she had to do at home, and another day of teaching in her scandalous attire.

Trish tried to stay seated behind her desk as much as possible, to prevent students from seeing her near naked form. However, that wasn’t completely possible with the rules Pete had put in place. As the first student enters the library, her pulse quickens, and she braces herself for the inevitable moment when they'll realize the true nature of her new reality. With a **** smile, she greets them warmly, trying to maintain an air of professionalism despite her obvious discomfort caused by new uniform.

“Hello, and welcome to the library. If you need any assistance with finding any books or would like to use my body as a chair or desk, please let me know.”

And so it continued throughout the day. Students fucking her body with their eyes or taking liberties with their hands. At least the chastity belt provided some scant protection, although it also prevented her from seeking relief, should she even want to consider that option.

Her body ached slightly from her use as furniture. One of the bigger members of the football team decided he wanted to use her as a bench while he studied for an entire period, and she spent that entire hour on hands and knees, the player seated on her back. Many students opted to use her as a writing desk, her young, pert ass a favorite for that. Between writing notes they’d often give her a groping or spanking, and she always made sure to thank them politely for using all the libraries amenities. As the day drew to a close, she couldn’t help but wonder what the evening with Ms. Roma would bring, or how she’d be used by students tomorrow. Sighing, she gathered her things and walked out to the parking lot to meet Ms. Roma.

Ms. Roma and Trish were at Ms. Roma’s home, or as it was now known, “Pete’s Fuck Shack”. They were reminded of this constantly due to the buzzing of the neon sign hanging on the wall in living room. The two women were currently enjoying their dinner. Both were on all fours on the ground, scooping up bits of food with their tongues as they ate out of their respective pet bowls. For the most part, both of them were naked. Trish of course wore her pink chastity belt. Along with that she had on a headband that sported a pair of kitten ears, and a cat tail butt plug. To compliment her, Ms. Roma was nude except for a headband with dog ears and a dog tail butt plug, which was joined by a matching chastity belt, although hers was colored purple.

“Thank you for mixing the cat food in with my spaghetti, Slutpuppy.”

“Oh, it was no problem. I was mixing the dogfood in with my own serving, Fuck-kitten.”

The nicknames were another new rule from Pete. They both sported collars with tags that had their new names on them.

After dinner, on the soft carpeted floor of their living room, "Slutpuppy" and "Fuckkitten" are entwined in each other's arms, their naked bodies pressed together as they watch the sole entertainment allowed to them. The room is lit solely by the flashing images on the television, casting shadows that dance across their flushed skin, the sounds of their heavy breathing permeating the room. The chastity belts remain locked in place, adding a layer of frustration to their passionate encounter.

As the pornographic scenes of Pete fucking various women play out before them, they desperately paw at each other’s bodies, fueled by the raw desire ignited by the explicit acts on display. Slutpuppy reaches out roughly knead at Fuckkitten's tits, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from her companion.

With each passing moment, the heat between them intensifies, their bodies writhing in tandem as they become lost in the sensations of their exploration of each other’s bodies. Fuckkitten leans in, her lips meeting Slutpuppy's in a hungry kiss, her tongue eagerly exploring the depths of her new roommate’s mouth, all thoughts of her fiancé forgotten.

Their tongues entwine briefly before they break the kiss, moving their mouths elsewhere on each other’s bodies, but the chastity belts prevent them from fully satisfying their carnal desires. Frustration mounts with each failed attempt to find release, their bodies yearning for fulfillment.

Their cries of frustration mingling with the sounds of the pornographic scene playing out on the TV, the bittersweet torment of their chastity-bound passion urging them to deeper levels of eroticism. As the evening wears on, they both cry out, a mixture of passion and disappointment on their inability to reach a release. Finally, they both collapse in each other’s arms, panting in frustration.

Finally, they decide to call it a night. The final change that Pete had made becoming apparent. A medium sized dog cage was situated in the corner of the room. Fuckkitten crawled in head first, and laid down on her back, her knees bent to ensure she fit. Slutpuppy backed in over her, closing the door and locking them into a tight 69, letting them smell each other’s arousal, but neither of them able to do anything about it due to the chastity belts. The cage isn’t exactly comfortable for either of them, the cage not big enough to comfortably fit one of them let alone both. The TV continues to play its pornographic offerings in the corner, as both women eventually drift off to sleep to the sounds of explicit fucking and each other’s frustrated moans.

Author's notes: For whatever reason, a throw-away scene in chapter 3 of this story really captured my interest. The casual way the MC just fucked with this teacher who otherwise wasn't worthy of his interest was something I found funny and decided to expand on a bit.