Control her life

I was so glad I had succeeded in my plan. The thought that I was going to **** Julie to obey every single order filled with excitement and I hardly could keep from massaging my member. I was in heaven: Julie was somewhere in the school and she was terrified, she just sent her personal cell number to a complete stranger and was expecting him to call at any moment. I was the holding the line. I took several breaths to calm down, glad that the library was not frequented during that time. I decided that it would be the time to set a clear plan about what I was going to do with the phone number. Of course, I could just phone Julie and tell her to go to a hotel and wait for me and I would fuck her all day and maybe the night too, but even though the thought was exciting me to hell, I did not feel satisfied with that. I wanted more, needed to feel my complete grip on Julie and wanted her to know that I was her master, the one who would tell her when to breath and when to pee.

Thoughts mixed in my mind and heat washed me; I needed to relax a bit so, considering that no one would notice my absence-those suckers never cared about the library, I decided to take care of the aching bulge in my pants and headed to the toilets. There I could release my throbbing member and massage it, I closed my eyes thinking of how Julie's body was exciting, wondering every curve of her hips, the delicate skin under her fine lingerie; in a matter of moments I felt my balls contract and I loaded my cum in a releasing shot. I cleaned myself and was back to my post, in front of the computer.

Meanwhile, doors away, Julie was heading to her next class; she opened the door and discovered a class full of young people who seemed occupied by their chat; the first on to notice the teacher was Brian, a handsome guy who was secretly admiring Julie's body for the whole year. Well not that secretly as most of the class knew that and they often made joke about that, imagining Brian and Julie in several erotic positions. He turned toward her and the others noticed the teacher who was almost at her desk. The girls did not like Julie, she did attract all the guys' eyes and that made the girls upset. Most of them were jealous of her wonderful shape cursing her natural sexiness even at her age.

Julie was not dumb and she knew well the effect she had on her students and it was pleasing her; after all, having young guys lust on her body would please any woman. But Julie didn't show any of that pleasure and only playfully used her charms but always kept the guys at good distance. She stood at her desk and greeted the class and the course began. She was a good teacher and she did her job with serious; she was completely diving in the study when her phone vibrated on the desk. At first, she didn't notice it, but when a girl made her a sign to her desk, she realized that the cell was receiving a call. Instantly, Julie recalled all that happened before and the fear and anxiety washed on her; who was calling her? Could it be...oh no, please, no! She thought as she hastily moved to the desk and took the phone. The students noted the change in her mood and wondered what caused it.

She took the phone and was relieved to realize that it was a message and not actually a call; but her relief did not last long when she read "Msg Frm. Wadja.Com". There was no phone number, no name, just a web address; she knew that it was possible to send messages through web to phones and it was already worrying her. Who would send her such message? She pressed the button and the message printed on the screen:
"Hi Julie, guess who's calling you?"
She read as her eyes widened in expectation
"You will do what I tell you immediately and without hesitation
Orders. He was ordering her to obey him. She couldn't believe what she read,
"If you don't want your video to be shown on the net."
Would he put the video on the web? Yes, he would! He did say so.
"Now go out of your classroom and go to the restroom."
What? Now? How? He wanted her to obey him immediately. Julie began to feel the world swirl around her.
"When you are there take off your panties.
Her face blushed instantly as she read the order. She could not do that!
"Hang them to the door handle and come back to your class."
She was dead, she could not think straight. He was a fool; he knew she wouldn't do that.
"You have five minutes to do so. If you don't, the whole world will see the slut you are."
Five minutes! Time was running. Will she do what he said? What if she didn't? Would he put the video on the net? How would he know? Too many questions and not much time
"And remember I can see you!
Yes, he could. He caught her in the library. He could put the video on the net and she will be doomed.
She could not risk her life, career to that point. She would not survive if her fingering was revealed to the public. She turned suddenly to see the class completely silent and watching her. She had to go out, fast.
"I will come back in five minutes. Keep working on the text."
She spoke with relative confidence, mastering her feelings and suppressing the urge to cry. She got out of the classroom and headed toward the restroom. Five minutes...how much time passed yet? She was late. She took her shoes off, kept them in her hand and run toward the restroom; she hoped no one was around.

She arrived, unlocked the door and entered. She let out a sigh of relief noticing nobody was in. She stood there alone in the restroom wondering what to do. She was lost; was she really to take off her panties and hang them? What other choice had she. She had no time to think, time was running. She tried to unzip her skirt and get those panties off but the damn zip wouldn't open. She could feel the heat, both from fear, adrenaline and excitement. She raised her skirt as high as she could and with her hand she grabbed the dark panties and pushed them down. She had a hell of pain to get rid of them then finally she stepped out of them. She took them a moment in her hand and without knowing why she put them to her nose. She could smell it, her own arousal scent. Her panties were full of her scent. She woke suddenly, realizing the five minutes were running out. She opened the door, gazed around and did not see anyone. With as fast movements as she could she opened the door, stepped out and put the panties on the handle. She run through the corridor and to her classroom wishing no one could see her. She put back her shoes and entered the classroom.

She stood finally in her class, her respiration trying to get regular again and her face still stressed. She watched as the students turned their eyes toward her and suddenly she realized that fresh air was brushing her cunt. She almost forgot that she had no panties on and was naked under her skirt. She never went out without underwear and the strange feeling of air touching her bare intimate skin was exciting the hell out of her. She could feel blood pump into her crotch and her skin become sensitive. She could feel the eyes of her students falling on her, watching her naked cunt and that made her completely wet. She blushed hardly and the whole class noticed her red face. Some thought she was furious but some other knew what it was. But why the teacher would blush? The question needed an answer. Julie finally succeeded to master her mind and point the students to an exercise. That would occupy them a bit.

She moved to her desk and sat. She could feel the heat coming from her cunt on her thighs. She was completely wet and she could already feel the wetness spread. She realized that sitting was not the best choice; being panties-less, the wetness would print on her skirt! She stood again, trying not to show much of her arousal and confusion. The phone vibrated again. She took it. Another message.

"You are good my pet
What? Did he call her his 'pet'
"Your dark panties are wonderful
How did he know? He saw her? He took the panties?
"You will not put any panties for this day. I will contact you later. Remember: I can see you!"

She could not believe what she was living. She was naked under her skirt in her classroom and someone had her panties. He was playing with her like a toy and she could do nothing against it.

I took the dark fabric and sensed Julie's odor; it smelled her cunt and that was enough to bring me to an orgasm. It was just the first step of a long journey for Julie. I smiled as I played again the video showing her hanging her panties to the restroom door. I was controlling all the college cams. I was controlling Julie.