Kinktober 2021 #6-10

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, F/m, F/f+, lesdom, femdom, bondage, non-consensual, slavery

These drabbles all take place within Cotinusa's Academy

Fool/Teacher

“Let me see if I understand the situation correctly. You decided that the best way to handle a student’s misbehavior was to unbind her hands, give her a crop, and order her to strike her sister while you were within her reach.

“She had never—”

“It was a yes or no question, Ms. Turner.”

“… yes, ma’am.”

“And these were not just any sisters you n early allowed to make a break for it, but the Lowell twins, who’s cousin made a very generous donation to the Academy after their efforts to steal their parents inheritance from him. His sole condition was to keep them here indefinitely, until he can find them a new owner.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Afterwards, Roberta Rojas, a known troublemaker, managed to get the door shut and locked. At which point she and the Lowells kept you from asserting control over the room and rallied the class to not only overpower you, but also to take the room and hold it for several hours.”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

“You are a fool,” Ms. Masters said, her voice blunt. “And as of this moment, you are not longer a teacher.”

Firm hands gripped the now former teacher’s shoulders. She went stiff for an instant… and then let herself go limp. The collared man holding her faced no resistance as he pulled her up and led her to join the Academy’s student body.

Overkill/Maid

Olivia had been scrubbing the same spot on the floor for at least ten minutes. It was probably overkill, but she had to make absolutely sure it was clean. Even a single speck of dirt or grime or whatever else could stick to floors would get her punished. Olivia didn’t want to get punished anymore.

So she kept on scrubbing and rubbing at the floor with as much force as she could. The rest of the room had been cleaned, but Olivia couldn’t stop herself from coming back to this spot, where she’d missed a little bit of dirt a few weeks ago and spent hours in detention as a result.

Olivia was convinced someone tracked it in after she had cleaned it.

Surely Ms. Anderson wouldn’t punish her for taking the extra effort to make sure this spot was, well, spotless.

Olivia giggled into her gag, amused at herself.

“Are you still cleaning that spot?”

Olivia froze. That was Ms. Anderson’s voice. She sounded annoyed.

The marching of heels came forward like an oncoming truck. Olivia straightened her spine, knelt in place, and kept her gaze lowered in proper deference. Ms. Anderson’s feet, sheathed in gleaming black heels and nude-colored stockings, came into her field of vision.

“Unbelievable. Come with me, you incompetent cow. I’ll teach you not to waste time!”

There was now ay for Olivia to stop a plaintive whine from leaving her throat as Ms. Anderson grabbed her by the ear and hauled her up. The young woman nearly tripped over the heels of her boots as she was made to stumble along behind the teacher.

She just couldn’t win…

Peril/Suspension 

Sharon did not want to come down from the ceiling. She saw what peril awaited her down there. In fact, she’d been forced to watch it for entirely too long.

Being suspended was bad enough. They’d stripped her naked first. The staff would occasionally flick their “tools” up to smack across Sharon’s body. By now her breasts, stomach, and legs were littered with little red marks.

But that was nothing compared to the torment the girl directly beneath Sharon was going through. For Roberta, the cane and the vibrator had just been the start. The fierce young Colombian woman was practically unconscious at this point. Awake, but with that glazed over gaze of someone who couldn’t take more.

“Well, it looks like someone is almost done here,” said the instructor. She put her hands on her hips and looked up at Sharon with a smile. “I guess that means it’s your turn soon!”

Sharon could only squeeze her eyes shut and yelp as another switch blow struck her body.

Reversal/Bimbofication 

“What was it you said when you put your car into reverse and hit me? That I was just some bimbo, and nobody would believe it wasn’t me who rear-ended you?” Michelle giggled. “Well, how’s that working out for you, honey? Who’s the bimbo now?”

The silly wannabe-alpha male didn’t say anything. She couldn’t say anything with that nice fat cock-gag filling her mouth. Just like she couldn’t move her take steps of more than a few inches at a time with those firm shackles around her ankles or do anything with her arms in that thick armbinder.

Ms. Masters had informed Michelle it would take some time to get the ex-football player flexible enough to stuff his arms into an armbinder when the slut had first been enrolled in the Academy's Boy's College. She had not lied. It really had taken far longer than Michelle would have preferred. But the end result was worth it, oh so worth it.

Well. Maybe not the end result. Michelle’s student was still going back at the end of the break. But the current result.

Michelle loved toying with her silly bimbo slut. Seeing the overly macho idiot and all his brethren he represented stuffed into that adorably slutty dress, white stockings, and high heels that made her tower over his owner despite his inferior status… Mmmm-hmm! Delicious.

“I got your new report card yesterday,” Michelle said casually. “It seems you’ve fallen behind. I hope you know what that means.”

It was thrilling to see that huge frame shiver and shake. There was no confusion about what falling behind in class meant.

“That’s right, today you get the spiked cage!”

Booby Trap/Labyrinth 

The Academy’s dedication to treating itself as a “school” meant it got frequent breaks. Breaks for holidays, between semesters, and even two days every week to pass as a weekend. Plenty of students went “home” to the fuckers who were too lazy to bother training and holding their victims themselves, leaving the rest of the “students” to remain behind. There were a fair share of remedial or extra classes to fill the time on these breaks for people like Roberta who usually stayed at the Academy.

But, for the most part, this was when the faculty had some extra fun.

Roberta grunted, shook, and shivered in place. The temperature had been cooling down for several weeks and Roberta had grown up close enough to the equator that she hated the cold. She would never get used to it. It didn’t help that she was near-naked, her usual uniform discarded for the duration of “play time.”

Instead she was wearing leather. A corset, hood, boots, gloves, and the pads on her knees and elbows that let her stand on them without doing too much damage. Robert wasn’t a pet slave, the teachers were just messing with her for the day. She wasn’t used to walking on all four of her limbs under normal circumstances, much less when they were folded up and held in place by thick leather bands.

Oh, and the clamps firmly attached to her nipples. Those were there too. And they were the key to today’s “activity.” They’d stuck Roberta and some other students on an obstacle course, though with the hoods blindfolding all of them it was more like a labyrinth than that.

“Mmmph,” she grunted as she brushed up against another barrier. Where had they even gotten so many of the damn things?

It was slow going. Moving around in these conditions was hard enough on its own, but having to constantly be aware of the knee high walls and avoid running into them made it about a dozen times harder.

Anyone who made it to the end of the course with at least one of their nipple clamps still attached to their breasts won. That was the game. Roberta wasn’t sure what exactly she was hoping to win. She doubted it was anything that might resemble a real reward, but sometimes winning these stupid games got her real rewards.

SNAP 

“MMMMPH!”

Roberta squealed as she fell afoul of one of the traps that made the game so difficult. Magnets laid all around the place, bolted in place and ready to rip the clamps off when they came in range. Except…

Damn it. This one wasn’t coming off. The clamp remained firmly attached to Roberta’s nipple. She let out some muffled Spanish cursing. The Colombian woman was going to have to pull it free herself if she wanted to get through this. First she had to take a minute to position herself though, shuffling around on her elbows and knees to make sure she didn’t—

SNAP 

“MMmpH! FFmmgh!”

Now both of her clamps were attached to the magnet booby-trap. Neither came loose. They were lodged too tightly on her breasts. Roberta was stuck.

She heard footsteps.

“Well, well, well,” came a teacher’s voice. “It looks like our favorite little problem student is trapped. I guess that means you’re out of the race, doesn’t it dear?”

Roberta knew that tone and groaned.

It was going to be a long break.