There she was, wasted, talking to herself, stumbling with her own feet, letting anybody grope her ass. She was older. She was around thirty two when they met, his biology teacher in college, Portia Noons. Fifteen years later she was as beautiful as always. Even better, perhaps. Her make up was better and she had gained volume on the right places, in John's opinion.

The music was loud and the lights were dim in that pub. A guy, who wasn't her husband, was shamelessly flirting with her, sliding his hand up and down her thigh. She was grabbing her arm and laughing, clearly not uncomfortable at all.

He reached below the hem of her bright red, knee long dress and squezzed her buttock. He told her something more that made her laugh and went to the countertop. John seized the opportunity, and went straight to her. He grabbed her by her upper arm and led her to the exit.

She stumbled a bit but followed along. Once outside she looked at him. She frowned, wondering if she had met him before.

-What...? Where...?- She mumbled drawling.

She was not in her right senses. Weak, alone, vulnerable. At his mercy. He led her to his car and shoved her in the passenger's side. He drove to his place. She kept mumbling, unintelligible words mostly, but clear sentences from time to time. She made clear that she had gone to that pub looking for some extramarital action.

He owned a nice, one store house with its own garage. In his tranquil sub-urban neighborhood, most of the people would be sleeping at that hour, so he could sneak her in easily.

The next day she woke up dehydrated and with a good hangover. As soon as she moved the sheets away she realized that she was naked. All her stuff, merely her purse, shoes, dress and panties was in a bundle on the floor next to the bed.

-Coffee?- He was leaning against the wall, next to the door with a cup of hot coffee on his hand. When she focused her sight and saw him she quickly covered her breasts with the sheet.

-What...? Where...?- The same exact questions but in a very different tone.

-Oh, you don't remember anything...- He wasn't being as polite as one should be under those circumstances, but his mind was filled with a very different type of thoughts.

-What? Did we...?

-Is quite offensive that you don't remember what we did last night.- He teased her a bit, taking her humilliation to another level.

-Please, don't...

-Shut up, slut.- He walked towards the double sized bed and she cowered on the other side. He offered her the coffe and she took it with shaky hands.- Just coffee, nothing dangerous.

-Tha... Thanks.- She took the cup and sipped hesitangtly.

-This is what we are going to do. I have pictures and videos of what happened last night. I could show them to your husband but we wouldn't want that, right?- She shook her head, surprised about the kind of information he was working with.- Exactly. So, from now on, you are going to do what I say. Easy, right?

-Please, no...- He put his index finger on her lips to signal her to stop.

-You are going to shower, comb your head, use the toilet and whatever you need. Since you like to be naked, that's how you will be in my home today. In an hour I want you in the hall. I will give you your stuff. You will dress and I will take you back to the pub where, I guess, you left your car last night.- She nodded and sipped again, glad to see that her morning was not going to be as hard as she had feared.- In case you don't remember my name...,- He made a short pause to emphasize the next word.- teach. You can call me, master.

-I remember your name.

-Yes? Well, it doesn't matter. Call me master anyways.- She shrugged her shoulders and nodded.

Once she was ready they drove to the pub in silence. She didn't scream, or beg for mercy. Expectancy and doubts filled her mind.

She didn't bother to cover her prominent cleavage, exposed due to the low neckline  of the dress, as he had already seen and photographed everything, or so he had said. Nor her thighs when the hem of the dress rode up until her panties were visible from his side. He wondered if she had seen his hard on. Or if she cared. She would care, in any case, sooner than later.

-That one.- She said as soon as she saw her car.

- Now I'm going to be clear. I can ruin your live. If you want those pictures to stay hidden you will comply with my every wish. I own you. Understood?

-What are your wishes, master?- She asked talking slowly, assessing carefully every word. That was a good sign, from his perspective.

-I wish to use your body for my pleasure. Very often. Hoping that you will divorce your husband, and agree to be my personal fuck toy. Forever.- He overstated for dramatic purposes. He wasn't sure of where was all that going. Hopefully not to a jail. Her eyes went wide and dig her fingers on the sides of the cushion.

-But, master, I...

-Shut up, slut.- He caressed her chin and her cheek. Getting closer he planted a soft kiss on her lips.- I've checked your purse. Someday, along this week, in the morning, before you go to classes, I will be parked in front of your apartment building. We'll have a short conversation and you will go to work. Ok? Now, go.- She blushed and opened the door to her new life.

When she got home she was more scared than ever. She tried to calm her nerves. For the moment nothing had happened. John Fitz, her former student and now blackmailer, still hadn't requested anything in exchange for keeping their affair in secret. Whatever might happen, it wouldn't be that Sunday. For the time being she just needed a pill for her hangover.

John let her assimilate that her life was about to change. He was going to wait until Friday, but by Tuesday he was already impatient. He had dreamt so many times with her when he was a teenager, and there she was, ripe for the taking.

He parked in front of her building's entrance and waited for a couple of hours, unsure of when did she start classes that day. He regretted not having asked her about her schedule. Finally she showed up around 7.30. He stepped out of the car and gestured her to come, which she did hesitangtly.

As soon as she got in the car he drove in silence to another place, near her appartment, still public but with much less pedestrians. He unzipped his trousers and showed her his cock. Her eyes went wide for the shock. She looked at him waiting for an explanation.

-A blowjob, slut, now.

-What!? No!!- She yelled.

-No?

-No!

-Ok, get out. Is your husband at home? I'll go talk to him and...

-No, please, wait. I... What about money? I can...

-Listen, slut.- He softly caressed her neck with his fingers and her cheek with his thumb.- The fact that you are married implies that you are less available, therefor you are more valuable, therefor I want to fuck you even more.- She blushed when he said that.- Are we understanding each other?- She nodded, unable to give a good response. He slidded his hand to her nape and pushed her face towards his cock. To his surprise, after an initial weak resistance, she quickly followed along.

She opened her mouth and took him. She seemed lost, her tongue churned randomly and her lips were useless. He guessed that her husband was quite traditional regarding sex. Or quite shy. He pushed softly on her neck and brought her face closer to his mouth. He had to go to work and so she did, so he explained her in vivid detail what he wanted and unceremoniously pushed her head down again.

She understood his tips. She first kissed his glans, then nibbled it softly a few times, then circled it with her tongue for about half a minute, and then went all in pressing with her lips around his shaft and swirling her tongue until he was deep into her. Then she sucked with the back of her mouth a few times and backed down a pair of inches while tickling his shaft with his teeth and swirling her tongue as soon as the airflow was back. After that she repeated the sequence once and again for several minutes, until he came in her mouth.

He pushed her back to her site and opened the glove compartment. He produced a glass and ordered her to spit. Then he lent her a mouthwash, which she spat in the same glass. He opened the window and threw the liquid outside, putting the glass and the bottle back in its place.

-Thank you, master.- He found interesting that she had thanked him for letting her clean his cum out of her mouth. He gave her a cheap disposable cell phone and the charger.

-I've already sent you a message with my adress, slut. It's a prepaid card, so keep putting money. As you are a teacher I give you one hour to answer to any text or call. One hour.- He insisted and she nodded.- Remember, slut, I own you and you will do whatever the fuck I want. And what I want is to fuck you.

-Could you please not call me that?

-I could, but I'm doing it.- He grabbed her chin, brought her closer and entered her mouth with his tongue. For a pair of minutes he french kissed her. After the initial surprise she responded to his attentions quite eagerly. She even placed a hand on his arm and the other on his chest, but not to push him away. She was panting when they parted lips. They looked at each other for a moment.- What the hell are you doing still in my car, slut?- She got out quickly.

Along that week he did that same thing every day. On Wednesday he asked her by text to explain her schedule. He didn't told her about his. She guessed that, given the circumstances, made more sense that he had a better control over her life than the opposite. She had to be available to him and not the other way around. Unfair, but logical. He was the master, after all.

During those days he just set an appointment somewhere public but more or less discreet. She had to go there, get in his car, blow him and leave. “Blow me, slut.” “Get out”. That was all their dialogue. Enough words for what she had to do. Simple. Easy. Much better than the expected. And somehow..., hot.