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CHAPTER 7 I get physical with Mrs Jones
Though I hadn't expected it to have that effect, I soon found out that my latest piece of psychological condition had finally broken the Jones bitch's spirit completely. After I'd forced to crawl on all fours on the floor, to roll over and show me her tits and cunt like a bitch in heat, and to piss on the floor of her own kitchen and then lick it all up, she was finally out for the count. The stupid cunt just lay on the floor, crying her eyes out.
After about fifteen minutes of this I went over and spoke to her. I now decided that I could move my plans for the stuck-up teacher's "re-education" on to the physical level.
It didn't take me long to decide that those huge tits of hers were certainly deserving of attention. What better way to set them off than with the nipple-clamps Lee had made her buy? With a wicked smile, I turned to the humiliated teacher again.
"OK, Janny, I'm going to give you a present. A nice set of jewellery for you to wear." "Thank you, sir," she said, though even she knew that there HAD to be a catch in an offer like that.
Then I produced the nipple-clamps and showed them to her. She wasn't quite sure what they were for but she was about to find out - and in fucking spades too!
"OK, Janny, here is some beautiful jewellery for your fat tits," I mocked her cruelly. "Where would you like me to put them on you first - left tit or right?"
Even though she didn't know what they were, she still knew somehow that they were going to hurt her. Her eyes misted up as she looked at me hopelessly.
"Please, sir, do I HAVE to put them on? Isn't there anything else I can do for you instead?"
I just laughed when she said that. I was really enjoying the whole situation between her and me.
"Well, Janny, there are LOTS of things you can do for me. But, right now, I want to give you a nice present of jewellery. And you know how rude it is to refuse a present, don't you? Do you want me to punish you for disobedience?"
Her eyes filled up with tears, but she lowered her head to the ground in a gesture of submission.
"No, sir," she mumbled. "Good. Well, like I asked you, where do you want the first one to go - left tit or right?" "Left, please, sir," she whispered. "Speak up, Janny, I can't hear you," I told her, relishing her enforced humiliation. "Please place the jewellery on my left tit, sir," she said.
Well, when a lady - or even a stupid cunt like Janny Jones - asks you to do her a favour, it's only fair to give her what she wants, isn't it? So I did.
As I clipped the first of the nipple-clamps on the bitch's left tit, and let her "feel the bite," she let out a yelp that was verging on a scream. For a minute I thought she would scream, and then I'd have to gag the bitch, which in the present circumstances would have meant missing on out some more fun. Still, give the cunt credit, she might have yelped, and her eyes might have been watering, but she didn't scream. Which, of course, meant that I could carry on with the fun at her expense!
"That looks really good on your left tit, Janny," I told her, an evil grin on my face. "Would you like me to put the other one on you now?" "Yes, please, sir," she answered, fighting back the pain I could see she was feeling. "OK," I smiled.
When I'd finished I stood back and admired my handiwork. I gave her a big grin.
"Well, they look great on you, Janny. But what do you say when some kind soul gives you a lovely present?" "Thank you, sir," she groaned, beating back the pain she obviously felt.
But I wasn't finished yet. I certainly intended to add to the pain. Fingering her tits gently, I explained a little bit about how they worked.
"These nipple-clamps are really fun devices, Janny," I told her. "The more you pull on them, the harder they squeeze. Of course, that's why there's a cord attached - so I can pull on it! OK, Janny - funtime!"
As I demonstrated what I meant, Janny gave out a loud howl. It still wasn't a full SCREAM but it was close enough to get me thinking about the neighbours maybe being worried by unusual noises. Especially cries of pain.
"I don't want you taking them off without my permission, Janny. And I expect you to wear them at all times when there's just the two of us - or me and Lee - alone with you. Do you understand, Janny?" "Yes, sir," she mumbled, blinking back the tears. "Good. Right, let's see what else you can do for me. Oh yes, you can play with some more toys we so kindly bought for you. Let's try this waist cincher."
I fastened the cincher around her waist. It was, as usual, a size too small, and was also studded with small but painful metal spikes that dug into the teacher's exposed waist flesh. Though she obviously found it uncomfortable, it wasn't anything like the pain she was still feeling from the nipple clamps.
"Do you like my gift of jewellery for your waist, Janny?" I asked her cruelly. "Yes, thank you, sir," she whispered. "Now put your hands behind your back. I'm going to give you a pair of bracelets to go with your necklace, your tit brooches, and your waist cincher."
Then I fastened the handcuffs back on her wrists, cuffing her securely with her hands behind her back. As she stood there before me, helpless and naked, I just grinned with amused pleasure.
"What do you say, Janny?" "Thank you, sir," she answered, wearily. "So glad you like my presents," I laughed right out loud in her face. "Now here's another one." "Thank you, sir."
This time I took a length of rope with a clip attached. I fastened the end with a clip to her waist cincher, passing the rest of the rope between her legs and upwards. I then secured the other end by looping it through her handcuffs. The rope now formed a delightful "cunt-cutter" that would rub her cunt pretty well raw whenever she moved. Naturally, my plan was to make her move about as much as possible - and as energetically as possible!
"OK, Janny, now that I've given you all these lovely presents it's only fair that you do something for me in return, isn't it?" "Yes, sir," she groaned, knowing that things were going to get even worse for her. "I think you need to go on a new health regime - a fitness training programme. Don't you, Janny?" "Yes, sir," she sighed. "Good," I grinned. "Let's start off by seeing you do some running on the spot."
Of course I knew exactly what I was doing As she ran up and down the rope between her legs was slowly rubbing her cunt raw! It was a real turn-on to watch - and to see her grimace through the obvious pain she felt!
Watching her working out made me feel hungry, so when I got bored I told her to cook me lunch. Naturally she wasn't allowed to eat any of it herself!
As I enjoyed a delicious meal, I watched Janny standing there hungry, in pain, and thoroughly humiliated. When I'd finished I got her to wash up and finally allowed her to eat a few slices of lettuce and cucumber.
"And don't forget to dip them in your cunt first, Janny," I reminded her. "Yes, sir," she sighed.
She wolfed down the tiny food I allowed her greedily. Maybe the bitch was getting too hungry and I ought to consider letting her eat a bit more. Still, maybe after the evening meal I'd give her something more substantial. After all, I might want Janny to suffer but I didn't want her to be too weak to satisfy my needs, did I? So I decided to ease off for a bit and let her take it easy for a time.
"OK, Janny, you can lie down on the floor now," I told her. "Facing me and with my cock in your stupid gob. Got that, bitch?" "Yes, sir," she sighed, moving rapidly into position.
So there I was, my ex-teacher taking the length of my prick in her gob, while I used her back as a footrest. Isn't life just wonderful sometimes? And I still had the rest of today and the whole of tomorrow to play with her all to myself! It was going to be the best week of my entire life. And I wasn't going to waste ANY opportunity to make the high and fucking mighty Janice Jones suffer like she'd never believed possible! Truly, revenge is SO fucking sweet!
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