You head to the staff room after class like always.

You enter the room and begin to strip as usual.

"Wait" Miss Locke snaps. You freeze and meet her eyes. "I think you're finally ready. If you want to truly serve me. Then keep those clothes on and follow me".

Of course you go with her. You fixate on her ass as she leads you through the school to the car park. Maybe she's taking you to her home? Maybe she has a dungeon? You quickly get hard thinking of all the ways she's going to dominate you. Of course, you also want to get there quick so you can have something up your arse. She leads you to her car.

"In" she commands. 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 her 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.