Me and Mrs Jones

CHAPTER 6        My turn with Mrs Jones today

 

I went over to the Jones bitch's house the following morning. I had a pretty good idea that, after two days of "training," Lee would have reduced her to a state of demoralised terror. But now it was my turn, and I had my own plans for her "re-education."

       As a cop, one of the first routines you learn is "good cop - bad cop." It was pretty much certain that Lee would DEFINITELY be the bad cop in Janice Jones's eyes. That meant that I had to play the nice guy. But nice, of course, is a relative term!

"Hi, Lee," I said, as I entered the house. "How's the new student coming along?" "Huh!" Lee laughed. "That fucking bitch is a natural. But she still needs a lot of work. Maybe it's time for you to try a different approach." "Well, it's certainly my turn to have some fun with her," I grinned. "Where is the cunt, anyway?"

Lee released her from the chest at the bottom of the bed, and ordered her downstairs. She was still naked, cuffed and shackled, but Lee had removed the gag and hood.

"Are you pleased to see my brother?" she asked sadistically. "Yes, ma'am," she said wearily. "Good morning, Officer Jackson." "OK, Jones," said Lee. "I'm off now. My brother will be in charge of you for the next two days. Good luck, Dan. Make the bitch suffer!"

After Lee had gone out of the door and driven off in the teacher's car, I turned to my victim.

       "OK, Janny, make me some breakfast. With a cup of coffee." "Yes, sir," she said meekly. "Oh, and by the way, I'll take your cuffs and shackles off. For the moment, anyway." "Tnank you, sir."

       I could see the relief in her face as circulation returned to her arms and legs. I had warned Lee before not to go overboard on the bondage and restraint side of things, but she still hadn't got the message. Also, of course, it might make her more grateful to me - or at least more co-operative. In any event, I could see she was already too traumatised to give any trouble. Especially to a 21-year-old cop standing 6ft 2 tall.

       She busied herself making me breakfast and a coffee. I sat down and watched her working. It was fun seeing the bitch making me breakfast in the nude while I watched her. Finally she was ready, and put it on the table, standing to the side of me, waiting for her instructions.

       "Come closer, Janny," I told her. "I want to feel you up a bit while I eat." "Yes, sir," she obeyed at once, but her face flushed red in embarrassment.

       I reached up and took hold of her nipples, squeezing them gently and then licking them with my tongue. She gasped as I did that and almost fell over with the unexpected intensity of the sudden sensation she felt there.

I smiled gently at her as I left off playing with her tits. Picking up my knife and fork, I began eating the delicious meal she had cooked for me. Then I turned to her and embarrassed her some more.

       "Tell me, Janny, have you had any men since you split up with your husband?" "No, sir," she replied, her face flushing red with embarrassment once again. "So no one has touched your tits like that since the divorce?" "No, sir."

       I smiled wickedly at her. "Do you miss the attention, Janny?" She looked at me, obviously surprised at the question. "Sometimes, sir," she admitted. "Did Sean touch your tits like I just did?" "Yes, sir, sometimes," she whispered. "And did you like it when he did?" "Yes, sir." "And did you enjoy it when I just did it to you, Janny?" She lowered her eyes in shame, but she still answered me with a mumbled, "yes, sir."

       Then I reached out my hand and went straight for her cunt. As my middle finger slid gently into her already moist sex I felt her warm and wet arousal. I knew that I was going to enjoy fucking the bitch. I worked away at her clit for a few minutes until she was almost in dreamland. Then I took my hand away, and looked her full in the face.

       "Did you enjoy me playing with your cunt, Janny?" "Yes, sir," she whispered, almost on cloud nine. Her legs were trembling as she stood before me, wondering what I was going to do next.

"OK, Janny," I said. "Since I've given you so much pleasure, it's only fair you give me some in return, isn't it?" "Yes, sir." "Now I want you to bend over and keep your arse high in the air. Then I want you to show me how good you are at sucking cocks. Would you like to suck my nice big prick, Janny? Would you like to take it all inside your stupid gob? Would you like to swallow ALL of my wonderful spunk inside your gob, Janny?" "Yes, please, sir," she said, and, to my surprise, it was almost as if, for the very first time, the bitch actually meant it.

       So Janny bent over, arse nicely high, and took my big hard cock right down inside her mouth. I gave her a playful slap on her arse as she stood there, and then she began. She began by getting her mouth all along the whole length of my prick and then working it inside her mouth. I slid my finger into her slutty wet cunt and played with her clit as she sucked me off. 

Soon my rock-hard cock began to get really aroused. Janny was trying desperately to get me to come inside her mouth as soon as possible. Maybe she just didn't like the idea of swallowing, or maybe it was because she had no choice in the matter, but she was certainly trying to force the pace.

Finally her lips and tongue did their whorish work. I felt my spunk hit her at the back of her throat. By the time I was finished, the slut had swallowed every drop of my come. It was a wonderful feeling knowing I had the power over my ex-teacher.

I sensed that the slut was about to come and I couldn't allow that. Just in time, I withdrew my finger from her dripping cunt. Looking at her sternly, I shook my head.

       "No, no, Janny, you musn't be a naughty girl, must you?" "No, sir," she almost wept. "Now let's get one thing straight before we go any further," I told her. "Whether it's me or my sister who's in charge of you, you NEVER NEVER come without OUR permission. Don't you understand that cunt-teasing is an essential part of your training as a slave girl?"

       Janny burst into tears when I said that. I wasn't sure how much of her crying was due to a sense of shame, or fear, or anger, and how much was just down to simple sexual frustration. But she had to learn the rules, and in our game, the slave girl spends MOST of her time feeling sexually frustrated. As well as all the other unhappy feelings she has to learn to put up with.

       "Sorry, sir," she said, after a moment to catch her breath. "It won't happen again." "I should think not!" I told her. Get it into that thick head of yours, Janny - only me or my sister decide when, or even if, you can have an orgasm. Have you got that?" "Yes, sir," she replied meekly. "Now then, Janny, do you think you deserve to be punished for failing to comply with the rules of this house?" "Yes, sir," she answered, fighting back her tears. "Good," I smiled. "Well, I think you deserve to be punished too. So get over my knee while I spank your arse." "Yes, sir."

She lay right across my knee, and, when I moved her slightly to get her into the most comfortable position - for me, naturally! - I let her have it. But I wanted to humiliate the stuck-up bitch some more first.

       "How many strokes do you think you deserve, Janny?" "Six, sir," she suggested. "Six!" I laughed. "For an offence as major as trying to have an orgasm without permission? I don't think I can let you off that lightly, Janny. I think twelve is altogether more appropriate. Don't you, Janny?" "Yes, sir," she sighed. "And don't forget to count each one - and to express your gratitude to me after each one too." "Yes, sir."

       Then I began spanking her arse. "One. Thank you, sir. Two. Thank you, sir." And so it went on till we got to the full twelve strokes. Her arse was nicely red and well warmed-up by now and I gave her a playful grope in her cunt.

       "What do you say, Janny?" "Thank you for spanking my arse, sir. I have been a very naughty girl and I thoroughly deserved my punishment." "That's good," I laughed. "OK, let's see what else we can do with you this morning. I know! Go and wash up my breakfast while I watch." "Yes, sir."

       So I watched her washing up the food she had cooked for me and not been allowed to eat, while I sat down comfortably at the table and admired the view. She really did have a beautiful body, and her face was pretty easy on the eye too. I'm a lucky bloke!

When she'd finished I ordered her to clean the kitchen floor. With her tongue, naturally! She looked at me in amazement when I gave the order but the bitch at least had the sense to just get on with it without any protest. Then I decided to explore the stuff that Lee had forced her to buy.

       I took her up to the bedroom, where we checked out her clothes and other equipment. I picked out a pair of 6" heels, a size too small, and told her to put them on. She was still not allowed to wear knickers or a bra, but I told her to wear the heels at all times unless I told her any different. Then I sorted through some of the "toys" on the bed.

Picking up the smallest of the butt plugs she'd been forced to buy at the adult shop, I handed it to her, together with a tube of lubricant. She looked at me, baffled, wondering what to do with them. I was going to enjoy teaching the teacher!

"Did your ex-husband fuck you up the arse, Janny?" "No, sir," she answered, red-faced. "Has anyone ever fucked you up the arse?" "No, sir." "Have you every had anything up your arse?" "No, sir," she almost wept with embarrassment. "Well, you soon will have," I smiled at her. "Stick this up your arse and lubricate it well. I want it to stay in there at all times unless I command you to do any different." "Yes, sir," the crying teacher answered. "I and my sister control EVERY aspect of your life now. You can't even take a piss or shit without our permission. Now fit that plug!"

She struggled for around ten minutes before she finally managed to make the butt plug fit inside her virgin arse. Still naked, she stood before me helplessly, not sure if the plug was far enough up inside her arse. I ran my hands over her cheeks and got really turned on by the thought that, at my command, my ex-teacher had now shoved a butt plug up her own arse - and could only take it out again with my permission! What a fucking laugh!

       "Cumfy, slut?" I asked her cruelly. "No, sir," she mumbled. "Well, you'd better get used to it fast, Janny, because this is the smallest of the toys we plan to use on your arse. You wait till we get the really big one up inside you! This plug won't feel like hardly anything then!"

       She soon found out that walking with a butt plug up her arse was much more difficult than she'd thought. In fact, she almost waddled rather than walked. I was enjoying the show so much, I made sure she moved about a lot to show off her new "sexy" walk. And, of course, by the time we'd finished training the slut, she'd walk with the biggest and most uncomfortable of them all up her arse and still move gracefully!

       That was a little way down the line, though. For now I knew it was important to get the basics right. Now that the plug was securely placed inside my ex-teacher's arse, I gave some thought to my next moves.

I decided that the next stage in her training would still be focussed on psychological rather than physical punishment. Picking up the dog-collar and leash, I ordered her to put it round her neck. When she'd finished putting it on, I decided it was time for a spot of "obedience training."

       The first thing I did was get her to walk up and down the kitchen with the collar round her neck and the leash in my hand. After a few minutes of just ordinary walking I decided to move the game on to a higher - well, maybe lower - level of degradation.

       "OK, Janny, on all fours for your owner," I commanded. "Yes, sir," she mumbled, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

       Then I made Janny crawl all round the kitchen floor, holding her leash, naked of course, and thoroughly humiliated. I varied the play from time to time by getting her to roll over and display her open cunt obscenely for my amusement. After about half an hour of "doggy play," I felt ready to move to the next level in Janny's degradation. I was still using psychology rather than my fists.

       "OK, Janny," I smiled, "you've been a good dog so far. Would you like to piss now?" "Yes, please, sir," she almost whispered. "OK, go ahead," I grinned. "You can piss on the kitchen floor."

       For a moment she hesitated, and I thought she was about to say something. Then she just squatted right there, over the floor of her own kitchen, and let fly gallons of held-back piss. It was hilarious to watch the bitch humiliating herself like this.

When she'd finished, I smiled at her again. I was about to make her degrade herself even further.

       "OK, Janny, you've been a bad dog, haven't you, pissing on the kitchen floor like that. Go and clean up the disgusting mess you've just made." "Yes, sir," she answered meekly, advancing to the cupboard to get cleaning stuff out. "With your tongue, you stupid fucking cunt!" I told her. "Sorry, sir," she mumbled in her shame.

       But she still got down on her hands and knees and cleaned up the piss-stained lino in the kitchen with her tongue. Wonder what her students would say if they could see their high and fucking mighty teacher Mrs Jones licking her own piss off the floor? And naked, and wearing a dog-collar and leash, and with a butt plug firmly in place up her fat arse? I bet they'd fucking love it as much as I did!