Lisa's Class

The sound of the class droned on and on. Rattling through her head like the empty buzzing sound that it was. On some level Lisa recognised that it was words, and that those words had meaning, but she could not find it in herself to try and divine that meaning. The words seemed distant and hollow, echoing and empty. Compared to the feelings which rocked through her body, whip-cracked through her nerves, and burned across her skin, they were meaningless indeed.

She took a moment, trying to beat back the numbness which swamped her mind. The wood of the chair was warm and sticky now, pressing against her ass and back. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, and her whole body felt hot. She was gasping. No, actually, she was writhing. Her body moved on its own, her muscles flexing and releasing in time with the rising crescendo which thundered through her body. Her breaths were short and sharp, and she could feel the sweat plastering her skin. Her hair was stuck to her head, her long legs curled around the legs of the chair.

_What must I look like now? Part of her wondered. What must I look like to the rest of the class? My god. _

Along with that thought, she felt a wash of shame and humiliation. But she couldn't find it in herself to close her legs, she knew she would be punished if she did. She could sense David hovering behind her, his eyes made her shiver, so she kept her legs spread, exposing her womanhood to anyone who cared to look. Worse than this, a damp pool of liquid had already formed where she was sitting, her juices gently weeping from her core, staining the chair with her arousal. The lips of her labia were puffed up and pink, her flower had opened, letting everyone see her to the very core. As much as she tried to resist the urge to move, she couldn't. The vibrator which had been inserted into her pussy was pulsing, driving her to a rictus of pleasure she could not ignore. Part of her was horrified, feeling her legs pushing, driving against it, pushing it deeper into herself again and again. Its frantic motions made her gasp, her face go pale. It made her shiver and shudder as she approached yet another peak.

She came again. A moan tore its way free of her exhausted throat, her body convulsed slightly, just enough so that absolutely everyone could see her shame. Their eyes were on her, not the teacher. She realised that she was not the only one to whom the words spoken by their instructor meant nothing at the moment. The whole class was caught up in the moment. She heard their murmuring, could feel their eyes on her. She didn't look back, she kept her face forwards, her eyes screwed tight. But she could imagine it. Imagine all the men and women she had known for so many years seeing her this helpless, this exposed. She had cum for them! And not only once, but again and again as the class went on. There were tears in her eyes, and her face flushed red with shame.

The collar felt tight against her throat. A leather embrace around her neck which reminded her of her place. Especially now that she was gasping, breathing so quickly, it was impossible to ignore it. It cut into her, just tightly enough that she always knew it was there. Her fingers twitched, the roaring beat of her pulse screamed in her ears. She felt drained, exhausted, and yet unable to stop. Her pussy was tingling, her nipples felt hot and stiff. No matter how much she had masturbated before, no matter how much she had fantasised, Lisa knew she had never been prepared for this. Not even close. Every inch of her was feeling something. She was hyper-sensitive, the stimulation - both mental and physical - had pushed her into a place far beyond any she had ever been before. Whether it was the gaze of her former peers, both lustful and heavy, or the feel of the heat which danced through her nerves, or the sense of her own degradation as she ground against the vibrator, **** to have it finally end.

Eventually, after what seemed like a true eternity, when all her senses had been stretched to their absolute limit, and Lisa was almost totally lost to her own heaving desires, she heard a sound, the ring of a bell. For a moment, her dulled mind could not quite comprehend what it meant. Then, like a knife through fog, she realised that the class was over.

"All right, everyone." The teacher was saying. "I want you all to work on the coursework I assigned you before the next class. David, that goes for your **** too, understand? Just because she's been enslaved is no reason not to have her be educated as well. If she doesn't turn in her coursework or it fails, then I have permission to punish her and I am sure you wouldn't want that."

"Oh no, sir." David said, a malicious spark in his eyes. "I'd never want that. I'll make sure she does her work. But if she fails, well, I am afraid that as her master, I would have **** but to step aside and let you have f-I mean punish her. I'd even have to help you. Since her development is one of my key concerns."

Bastard.

As the class left the room - eyes trailing her body even now, some with jealousy, many with naked lust, a few with sympathy or even empathy, Lisa felt David reach for the infernal plastic placed between her legs. She groaned, the vibrator shifted within her folds, and suddenly, was pulled free. The speed was such that Lisa gasped, feeling an emptiness between her legs. She leaned forwards, heaving for air, her hair fell to frame her face, sweat dripped from her body to the floor. She tried to move from the chair, but found that she could not. Her body wouldn't stop trembling.