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Teacher's my pet (WaveVelour & Trinc)

That hefty thing the captain liked so much to tease certainly didn’t disappoint when it released a considerable amount of thick cum. When the man came on cue, Julia kept stroking his throbbing member to squeeze every bit of white substance out of it. A cunning grin stretched the cheerleader’s lips. She was satisfied by her toy’s performance. Her teacher managed to make quite a big of mess in his own office, his semen staining both himself and the desk. Standing just in front of his cock, and being the one who jerked it in the first place, Julia too wasn’t spared from the professor’s seed. Some of the sticky substance hit her in the face and some splattered over her distracting cleavage. Liking her cocks big and capable, Julia was glad that the one she found between her teacher’s legs was nothing less than impressive.

“Good.” Julia simply appreciated the man’s dramatic eruption. While marks on her charming chest remained, the girl wiped the excess cum off her pretty face. From the sound of it, it had been an enjoyable experience for the handsome professor too, being blown and stroked by probably the most popular girl in school. From now on, he had to be a good teacher and earn his orgasm if he wanted more. This assertive student of his wanted to hold the literal key to the man’s responsive cock, pretty much becoming the keyholder of this twisted relationship. Julia subtly reached for the toy she picked earlier. After the man’s impressive member lost a good amount of its accumulated excitement to a generous ejaculation, the cunning captain got into the act of claiming ownership of Mark’s cock. Having used one before, it didn’t take long for the girl to wear the cold ring behind the man’s balls.

“Well I have some bad news for ya professor!” Julia claimed. She held Mark’s member from the middle and slid the shaft through the metal cage. It required some bending and shoving, but she put the man’s cock into the metal object. While the base ring remained behind the balls, the following one held the man’s sack from the other side. “In the upcoming days, you’ll be running around after me a lot.” A little clicking sound secured the toy around the teacher’s manhood. There was a small lock between the first two rings, which kept the metal chastity device closed. “Mistress locked you up.” Julia gave out a giggle, shaking her head from side to side. When the daring captain held the key, he was at her mercy as the girl doubted the man would call the fire department to cut the sturdy cage off.

After putting her teacher into chastity, Julia took a step back, a belittling smile decorating her face. She decided to give it a try. Her hands slowly slid up her fit body, eventually locating her shapely breasts. Julia cupped her own round fruits, knowing the effect of her bounty over men like Mark. She gave herself a firm squeeze, groping and pushing her tits together to deepen her already mesmerizing cleavage. The toy had little room for stretching, but the man’s cock had plenty of potential. While the steel brackets imprisoned the bulky head of her cock, she guessed the experience would be frustration to say the least. “Mmm…” The captain kneaded her orbs more, teasing to flash one of them for her unfortunate teacher.
 
After cumming, the professor felt as if all his energies had been depleted. It had been the most powerful orgasm in his life, and he lied down on the table while the cheerleader pumped out the last drop of semen from his body. He was lost in joy, if he weren't lying on a uncomfortable table, he would have fell asleep on the spot. He was so blissfull after fulfill one of the most treasured fantasies of his youth, that petty details like the danger of being discovered having sex in his office, or the very fact that if the word about this slip spreaded, his career would be equally over.

He felt the drops of semen on his skin, and he pondered vaguely about the hard work that he would have to make to clean all this mess, but even that perspective couldn't ruin his mood. Maybe dating this crazy girl wasn't so bad, after all... Lost on these thoughts, he barely felt the cold touch of metal around his pillows, and he didn't even care about it, until Julia inserted his penis in the steel cage. He lifted his head, trying to see what was happening without taking the effort of getting up from the table, and first, from that position, he didn't recognize the nature of the chastity belt until he heard the girl chanting “Mistress locked you up.” victoriously.

He got up on the table, sitting on the edge of it, offering a ridiculous look with his pants down and a metal cage enclosing his cock. "Wait, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice tinged again with apprehension, as his hands grabbed his now prisoner penis. He struggled for a few seconds with the device, trying to remove it, but that thing was holding to his manhood with an iron grip, he couldn't remove it without risking castration. "What does this mean, Julia??" He asked in a now terrified voice, again too worried of being discovered to raise his tone.

Then, the cheerleader began to toy with her boobs in front of the worried professor, he couldn't lift his eyes from her breast, and even after cumming so recently, he began to feel as the arousing grew inside. His member grew in the chastity belt... until the cage stopped its growth. As the ring around his balls started to pull them, he realized that now he couldn't even get an erection, not to speak of an orgasm, without the permission of the incredibly beautiful girl in front of him. "You must free me... I can't go around with this thing on me" He was trying to sound reasonable, but his gaze was fixed on the tits dancing in the soft hands of their owner, and his cock was fighting as hard as it could to free itself from the metal prison, hopelessly.

The notion that he would have to beg her to have an orgasm mixed with the powerful hornyness caused by her sexy body. It didn't matter that he had cummed a few minutes ago, the cheerleader captain was so sexy that the arousing flooded and clouded his mind again. "You have to open this thing". One of his hands pulled without effect of the chastity belt, unable of open or remove it, while the other hand reached to the sexy girl in a insecure gesture, while he said in a rather small an pathetic voice "... please...". But his eyes, focused on her boobs, and his cock, struggling to get hard and pulling his balls, were revealing that he was far more interested in the body of his jailor than in getting free of her control.
 
In the gentle hands that cupped them, Julia’s round breasts continued to dance before the professor. The man’s cum stain oozing down the crack between the captain’s orbs as the girl kept playing with her attractive assets. Undeniable attention she got from the man made her feel like a snake charmer. Only this time, said snake was unable to erect. The accessory the girl cruelly put on the man tamed his snake, forming a cage around Mark’s cock to prevent it from stretching out like a hefty monument. While the device limited the man’s arousal, Julia was turned on by her teacher’s frustration and helplessness. She was a twisted college girl who liked her man obedient and desperate, favoring to be the one who pulled the leash. It didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy bending over though, or taking a big cock into her gentle womanhood. However, her partner usually had a big price to pay to enjoy the cheerleader’s tightness.

Only a few minutes of chastity, and Mark had already been complaining about his restrained cock, begging even. At least, he seemed to have finally learned his daring student’s name, too well in fact. “No.” Julia strictly rejected. Mark better got used to having his impressive cock locked up as the cheer captain had no intention of taking it off anytime soon. He had things to do first, to earn his member’s freedom. When the man rose up to sit on the edge of his desk, the blonde raised one foot up to step into the spot between the man’s legs. Sole of her shoe pressed down on the articles of clothing puddled at his ankles, pulling them off the man’s feet. “Don’t think so.” The girl assertively repeated her decision to keep the man’s member caged. However, just because his cock was imprisoned in steel rings, that didn’t mean Julia couldn’t have fun with her handsome lecturer still.

For a moment, Julia left the man’s presence to get back to the sports bag she had brought. One of her hands delved into the bag. Same hand came out holding a leather collar. A thin metal chain was already attached to the front of the black object. The outer layer was hard leather, but the inner part was lined with a softer material for comfort. After all, the object was designed to cause mental discomfort, not physical. She spend some time to clean her bust from the man’s cum as well. With an impish grin across her cherry lips, Julia returned to her bottomless teacher. “It might take me a while to remember where I put the keys.” The captain implied. The professor had to be patient if he wanted his precious cock free. No need to mention the amount of cooperation the young woman expected from the man.

Expressive green eyes of the cheerleader shifted down to her own captivating cleavage. There was indeed a good view down there. “Want to look closer?” The captain suggested as she looked up at the man. One of her hands reached up and held the back of his head, slowly pulling him into her alluring bust. Smell of the wet towel she used to clean it was still fresh on her smooth skin. Her orbs smelled like a pair of juicy fruits. When she lowered Mark’s face over her appealing cleavage, the blonde girl got to work on his neck. Similar to a small belt, Julia wear the collar around her teacher’s neck. Perhaps, she should take him for a walk across the vacant halls too.
 
Mark felt slightly intimidated when she pulled out his pants and underwear, scratching him a few more vestiges of the scarce dignity that Mark still had, but it didn't damaged the least his arousal. The girl's rejection hit over the professor's head like a blow, and he was invaded by desperation mixed with frustration. His rational mind was howling inside his head, screaming at him that there was no way that he could lead a normal life with that thing on his manhood, but the part of him that was at control right now was still thinking about jumping on the cheerleader and fuck her until the lights went off. But the metal cage was well attached to his manhood, and the ring that secured the thing to his testicles was well enough sturdy to stand anything less strong than professional tools. It not only prevented any erection, but it also was leaving his balls hanging outside the device, exposed to any caresses or tortures that his captor would please to inflict on them.

His hands tried desperately to open the belt while she was retrieving something from her bag, though he was so busy fumbling with the stubborn metal thing that he didn't notice that it was a leather collar. Part of him was arguing with the rest that he couldn't go with Sara caged that way, but the part that controlled his hands in that moment was only interested in free his penis from its steel prison and rip Julia's panties to fuck her wildly.

He was still fighting with the damned gadget when she went back and told him that he would have to wait to be free... with the implicit menace of don't free him unless he was obedient. This triggered a strange thought in his mind: he had never thought that he would like to be dominated by a woman, but a tiny part of him, one that had always been hidden, emerged at the sound of Julia's denial. That tiny part was strangely attracted by the idea of being under the control of a beautiful girl, though Mark right now was busy with more immediate affairs: Julia had got his head and pushed his face into her bosom, a gesture that didn't need any effort, because the professor was glad to dive in.

He kissed the tender skin of her boobs first softly, and then more eagerly, intoxicated by their scent and taste. His left hand was still struggling with the chastity belt, but his right hand went first to Julia's back, and after a brief moments there, went down to her firm tight and caressed it passionately. He barely noticed the leather collar closing around his neck, and cared even less. All his attention was focused on the cheerleader breast, except one part, that was more interested in her legs and what was covered by her skirt. His right hand moved in small circles on the girl's tight, slowly getting under her skirt, looking for her most forbidden treasures, while his left hand changed its tactic, and switched from trying to open the device to try to stimulate his member through it. His penis was fighting harder than ever, and its flesh was so tightly encased in the metal rings, that no doubt it would leave marks on his skin.
 
Steel cage that imprisoned Mark’s impressive cock limited its growth, but apparently didn’t take anything away from the man’s arousal. He used to be a calculative man, a levelheaded professor, a man of logic. A little push from the assertive cheer captain, and Julia had apparently unleashed the sensual individual within the handsome guy. As she fastened the leather collar around his neck, temptation of her smooth breasts kept the man cooperative. No one could really blame the calm and collected teacher though. This gal had some alluring features, a pair of charming missiles on her chest. Although Mark seemed quite happy between her delightful breasts, he also seemed to want more of the girl. His hands began to explore the tight bottom Julia had. Touching the girl that way meant dropping the professional teacher-student relationship. But given how that said student had jerked and caged his cock, it was hard not to. No matter how her cheerleader outfit made her look like, the infamous captain of the cheer squad was no slut. Regardless of how much skin she showed, not everyone was allowed to touch her.

Albeit being a little witch, a bold girl who liked to be on top, Julia was still susceptible to gentle touches. Pleasant caressing of her body made her sigh, the captain letting out cute little moans when a hand traced the curve of her hips over her short skirt. She didn’t mind receiving a few gropes to her delightful form. After all, she was ‘torturing’ her teacher not because of hatred, but because she had a crush on her good lucking lecturer. “Mmm… Ooh…” Julia moaned as a curious hand slipped under her cheerleader skirt, letting him explore how much of her pretty butt her cheeky panties covered underneath the garment by feeling the edges of her bright pink underwear on his fingertips. In comparison to the more comfortable stuff the captain wore when she exercised, he should be glad that she had chosen a more exciting undergarment this morning, although that was no coincidence. She pressed Mark’s head harder against her cleavage, her tender orbs acting as tender pillows around his face. Despite keeping his head firm in place, few could complain having to breathe through those round orbs.

Begin the wild girl she was, who liked to have it rough and fast, Julia could have unlocked his teacher’s caged cock and just begun to jump on top of his stiff member, given his manhood a tenderer cage to slip into. He had the mistake of ignoring the captain’s intimate feelings in the past though. And that called for a penalty, a punishment that targeted both his mind and body. Both of her hands holding the man’s face, Julia lifted the man’s head, her charming visage covering his entire sight. “Do you always lift students’ skirts professor?” Julia asked sneeringly. She of course knew her decent teacher was no pervert, she was just too good. Although being naughty in his office was a fun idea, she was willing to taking him out of the safety of his room, let him experience the sensation of wearing Julia’s collar on her neck and carry the cock cage she had chosen for him outside.

They had been in the room for a while, and it was getting late. In these late hours of the day, the halls must have been pretty vacant, free of strangers. Even the hardworking members of the cheer team had been dismissed just after they called their captain. Julia wrapped the leash attached to the man’s collar a few times around her little hand. Although Mark had managed to rip a few cute moans out of the alluring captain, the blonde returned to her strict demeanor now. “On your knees Professor.” She ordered. The leash in her hand strained as Julia grabbed her bag. One had holding the bag, the other yanked on the teacher’s leash. “Come on. I’ll give you more views of my legs.” The captain suggested. As promised, when the man was on his knees and hands, the view was not that bad from below. Julia opened the door and pulled her handsome teacher behind her. From the delightful thighs to the curvy calves, a pair of smooth legs embellished anyone’s vision who walked behind her. Every confident step Julia took flared her short cheerleader skirt. If Mark crawled like a good pet and stayed close to the cheerleader’s fit legs, he could perhaps peek up to see the ornate letters across Julia’s cheerful bum, ‘You Wish.’
 
With his face between the phenomenal cheerleader's tits, Mark felt how the leather belt closing around his neck, but he couldn't care less. Everything he cared at that moment was to discover what was hidden under Julia's garments, as his right hand had found the edges of the little panties that the girl was wearing. His fingers went along the edges of the underwear, touching the curves of her buttocks awkwardly, like a teenager making out with his first girl. His left hand was still fumbling with the cage, though it was now moving and twisting the belt, trying to stimulate, somehow, his caged but engorged penis... but it was all for nothing. He could feel the ring pulling on his balls, but none of his intense efforts could cross the metal cage, and he groaned weakly of pure frustration.

But his right hand wasn't losing the time, and his was already putting the tips of his fingers under the bright pink panties, trying to appraise the cheerleader's butt in all its glory, when Julia lifted his head until they were face to face. “Do you always lift students’ skirts professor?” said the girl, leaving Mark a bit puzzled, but no less horny. His already ravaged mind splinted in three different directions at the same time: one part was trying to grasp the meaning of the captain's cryptic words; other part wanted to resume his efforts to insert his hand under the panties and explore those deeps; and the third part was just pondering which would be the right plea to get that infernal device removed from his cock.

But before he could settle on any way, Julia ordered firmly him to kneel, pulling the leash that he had around his neck. He haven't noticed that she had tied him like a dog, and the surprise took out his will, and he fell on his knees and hands. He discovered that the sight was really worth it, as he could stare to her beautiful legs, and he could even take a glimpse of her pink panties. And when the girl turned around, he lowered his head to have a good look of her round and sexy ass, reading on her rear 'You wish'. He wished, in fact, and he was so horny and lost in lewd thoughts that he followed the girl out of the room without thinking, dragged by her hot ass.

It wasn't until the cold air of the hall cooled his naked rear, that he began to become aware of his situation: his was half-naked, crawling on all fours, with his exposed manhood caged in a chastity belt, and dragged with a leash like a dog by a sexy student... through the halls of the college. If someone, anyone, saw him this way, he would not just lose his job and ruin his career, he'd have to flee to another country to escape from his bad name.

"Julia, please... stop... we can't be here... I can't be seen like this..." He was alarmed, but he didn't still dare to raise his voice, nor he dared to start a fight with the girl, that could attract more people. Even worse, if he forced her hand and fled hall down now... who would free his penis of its metal imprisonment? He was totally in her hands, she owned the key of the cage, that made her the owner of his manhood, and that made her the owner of him. He felt a new rush of blood going down to his private parts, that of course couldn't make his penis bigger, but encouraged the not so tiny anymore part of him that was aware that being under the control of a sexy girl like this could worth any risk. Then, pleading and groaning softly, he crawled behind the cheerleader, while his eyes were returning again and again to fix on the sexy panties of his owner.
 
Walking her bottomless teacher across the empty halls, it was quite an achievement for the daring cheerleader captain. No need to mention the steel cage that imprisoned Mark’s expressive member. As long as the little miss got a hold of the key, the professor didn’t really have much option but bear with his student’s mischief. Hence why he walked in the school like some kind of pet. At least his owner was quite a charmer, physically at least. While her cute rear swayed side to side in front of the kneeled professor, the metal chastity toy would prevent his member from doing the same as the steel bars embraced the man’s cock rather well, even more so depending on his arousal. Even if it wasn’t really possible for his cock to erect fully, she liked her crush’s manhood hard and stiff. In fact, she took the hardness of the man’s cock, and his greedy touches as a compliment.

Understandably, Mark was concerned about being seen like he was, as his situation would have been hard to explain if someone had spotted the teacher crawling behind a cheer girl like an obedient pet. “No worries!” Julia instead insisted. She was pretty sure no one would be at school at this late hour. Other than the leash she held in her soft hand, she didn’t look out of the ordinary. However, the captain too would prefer to remain out of sight. One would be amazed how quickly rumors could spread across the curious students. This one included, some of the girls loved to gossip. For now, the daring blonde didn’t want any of that uncalled attention. She would have preferred to keep her little interactions with her handsome teacher a secret. And a naughty one at that too. “No one’s here, see?” The blonde pointed out.

Smooth legs of the cheerleader kept moving until the girl entered the ladies’ locker room. It was a spacious room next to the gym, but a pretty ordinary place other than that. A set of benches in the middle, continuous lockers alongside the walls, showers in a separate room and a few dressing cabins in one corner, although the girls in her team admittedly rarely used them. Given the heavy smell of deodorant and perfume that still lingered in the place, it seemed like the cheerleader team had gone. The lights were still on. They were rarely switched off in fact, since pretty much everyone could come here to exercise whenever they wished. Especially when now no one was around, sounds and voices echoed strongly in the room. A good place for a twisted girl who liked hearing her victims’ moans and cries.

“Alright.” The dynamic cheer captain dropped her sports bag down to the floor. Beside her own, there was one more gym bag that sat on the bench. Upon noticing it, Julia lightly shook her head from side to side. “Oh, that girl’s always forgetting something.” She admitted, knowing whose bag it was. Before long, the captain’s bright eyes located her teacher as she looked down at the man. “You see that bench? I want you…” The assertive blonde began to explain. When her ears picked a few light footsteps though, that interrupted her statement. She noticed the voices that came after as well. Christine, a kindhearted, orderly girl whom the captain like to fiddle with because of how fun it was to annoy the girl. And Karen, an admittedly sloppy student, whom Mark could recognize considering she had failed his class multiple times. However, he wouldn’t be seeing them today, if he were lucky.

Hearing the voices from afar, Julia quickly yanked on Mark’s leash. She wanted him to move quickly. For a little encouragement, the cheerleader gave his bare bottom a light pat. “Come on.” She shoved the man into a cabin, quickly closing the door after the pair walked inside. It couldn’t be considered a large place. The cabin definitely wasn’t designed for two. Julia didn’t ask Mark to be quiet. He was a smart man after all and would know not to make any sound for his own good.

“Oh, there it is.” A voice sighed in the locker room as the footsteps stopped a few feet away from the dressing cabins. “Thanks for coming with me here.” The same gracious voice thanked her companion. She picked her bag, but spotted another one still. “Huh?”

Being her best friend, Karen easily identified the owner of the lonely bag. “That girl always forgets something.” The short haired cheerleader claimed.

“Maybe she’s still around?” The other suggested.
 
The professor let Julia lead him through the corridors, looking frantically in all directions, terrified that there were anyone walking by, but as she said, the college was deserted. Almost every bit of his being was crying to stand up and flee, but his freedom was now in the hands of that beautiful girl. The remaining parts of him were all too happy to follow that sexy ass, staring at it from below.

When they arrived to the girls' locker room and found it empty, he felt relieved that they hadn't been detected, but he began to wonder which was the purpose that had bring them here. Undoubtfully, his captor had something in mind, and he was feeling more afraid each minute of find out what it was... but on the same time, uncertainty was arousing him without limits.

Julia began to issue orders, but he couldn't discover her plans because they heard people coming. He got paraliyed, whoever it was, once they saw him, his career was doomed, and his life over... for the first time since all this had begun, his penis shrank in his cage, but even in these dire circumstances, it remained half hard. Had it not been for the sharp smack that the girl delivered on his rear, he wouldn't have moved a centimeter, but after the slap he crawled ridiculously to the cabin as fast as he could.

The cabin wasn't obviously designed for two persons, and due to his knelt position, he found himself with his face almost against her ass. with his nose touching her skirt. He had the girl's marvelous legs just in front of him, with her ankles brushing his thighs, but he didn't dare to touch them with his hands. A few minutes before, he would have enjoyed having the cheerleader's ass on his face, but now he was paying too much attention to the girls that were talking in the locker room. He couldn't recognize their voices, but they were too familiar: it was very probable that they were students of his class, and if they saw him, they would instantly recognize him.

When one asked if Julia could be around, the other girl (Karen) began to register the room. They could hear her pushing and opening the cabins' doors, starting from one extreme, and going to the other... and soon, she would inevitably reach the cabin where the professor and the captain were hidden. Mark listened to the doors opening with freezing terror, unwittingly leaning his face on the cheerleader's but, but his mind was unable to assess the undeniable quality of Julia's rear, as it was imagining the awful repercussions that he was going to suffer. On the other hand, the growing part of his mind that was enjoying of being leashed and locked in chastity, was fantasizing of being dominated simultaneously by all the girls in the locker room. If just one student could put him half naked, caged and on his knees, what could three gorgeous girls do?

His daydreaming was interrupted when the girl reached the cabin where they were hidden, her hand grabbed the door knob, and Mark felt as his heart almost jumping out of his chest. Just in that moment, the other girl (Christine) said "If she were here, I think that would have said something by now. Maybe she is still at the gymnasium? It wouldn't be rare to train up to late hours for her..." The other stopped, with her hand resting on the knob. "It is possible... we could go there to check." Her hand didn't leave the door, but the other one went to her chin in a thoughtful gesture.
 
Getting caught with a bottomless man by her own cheerleader friends wouldn’t have caused Julia much trouble in comparison to her teacher. In time, she could have even let some of her close friends know about the situation, just to double, or triple, Mark’s sensual treatment. For now however, the blonde preferred to keep it a secret. Before others could join the fun, the selfish captain of the cheer team would like to save the handsome instructor to herself. After all, she hadn’t even ridden his cock yet. Besides, if her bestie Karen had discovered the captain’s taboo affair herself, that little brat would have gotten upset with the assertive blonde. In this case, being upset meant giving Julia a rough fucking next time the two shared a bed. That was also another secret of the cheerleader captain, although being a not so hidden one. There were of course rumors about what kinds of things the cheer team did in girls’ locker room once the doors were closed. Well, not much actually. Other than the occasional jokes they played on each other, what the team did in the locker room was infinitely less amusing than a nerd’s wet dream.

As the young brunette with shoulder length hair grabbed the door knob, Julia could see a distinct shadow under the door. That made the girl instinctively step back in the small cabin. Her firm bum pressed harder against her teacher’s face. Through the short skirt she wore, it caused the man’s nose to poke into her bottom. Christine had always been a clever girl, one of the brightest students at school actually. The ginger was a bit naïve though, and couldn’t think of a reason what the mischievous captain would be doing in a small changing room without giving out a sound. Karen had a pretty poor GPA in comparison, though she also had more street smarts, not exactly a girl one’s parents would like one to hobnob with. Pleasant orbs of the captain’s backside kept grinding against the man’s face, pretty much obscuring his whole vision, as the shorthaired student finally let go of the knob. “Nah. Let’s grab something to eat already. I’m starving.” Karen suggested. In spite of how much she ate, she was somehow a petite girl. Julia had always envied the girl for that. If the blonde had had that many quick bites, the professor would be choking between the girl’s butt cheeks right now.

“I think I’ll just head home. Aren’t you tired?” The redheaded geek objected. She was a fragile girl who admittedly had joined the group for some popularity. At first, Julia doubted the prissy redhead could keep up with the rest of the group. But Christine eventually conquered her heart. If she were to see Julia with the professor, the shock value of the surprising sight could have caused her to faint. Carrying her sports bag with her, the delicate student headed towards the exit. Karen didn’t crack the door open, but her inspective eyes drifted to the floor.

Similar to how Julia could see the brunette’s shadow, the same was true for the other girl. “Hmm…” The student squinted her eyes upon noticing it. Once again, her little hand cupped the doorknob. In the meantime, the captain reached back to stuck one of her soft hands between her shapely rear and the man’s head. Not because she minded having her attractive teacher’s face up her butt, but to quieten him. Her palm slid across the man’s face as Julia covered his mouth.

“Karen?” Christine called out from the entrance. “Are you coming?” The geeky young student asked. With that, the brunette pulled her paw off the door.

“Yeah.” Instead of walking in the direction of her friend, Karen stopped near the bench. “Let me grab her bag. She lives close to me.” As promised, she picked Julia’s bag from the bench before she joined her friend at the entrance to walk out of the large locker room. Since the bag contained Julia’s toys, the bratty brunette also stole the captain’s fun. Key to Mark’s chastity was also in there, so the man wouldn’t be jerking off to anything anytime soon. When the two left the area, the captain opened the door. She wasn’t happy about losing her fun little toys, although she would eventually get them back.

“Uuh! Can you believe that brat?” The blonde complained to her chastitized teacher as if Mark was her accomplice.
 
Mark was on the verge of have a seizure when the girl stood in front of their cabin, and would have started to breathe heavily if not because Julia took one step back and smashed her beautiful ass on his face. Her ankle was pressing firmly on his crotch now, and her tight leg against his bare balls was just below painful, but he knew that if tried to move his hips to free his balls, the metal cage would probably make some noises that they couldn't risk. On the first moment, he was about to struggle to get more air, but he couldn't move back in the small cabin. And his fear prevented him to make any violent moves that could generate any sound, so he stood still, scared to the brim of tears, praying that those girls went away and let Julia resume whatever she was going to do to him.

He surprised himself with these thoughts, as less than an hour before, he would never have let a girl do him what the cheerleader was doing him now, but it was far better to suffer whatever she had in mind than to be discovered and lose everything. Having his face squeezed between the girl rear's marvelous buttocks, he wasn't in a position to realize what was happening beyond Julia's ass, and he got surprised when she put her hand on his face, silencing him... and preventing him from breathing. He tried to move her hand, but she kept it firmly on its place, so after a few seconds of pure panic, he came to his senses and he tried to calm himself to slow down his racing heart and to need less oxygen.

Out of sheer willpower, he stood there silent, waiting for the girls to decide to stay or to go, and he was about faint when the locker door closed after them, and Julia stormed out of the cabin, railing about Karen's behavior. He fell all on fours, breathing heavily, and on the first moment, he was speechless. The lack of air and the fear had cleared his mind, and while his cock was still half-hard in its prison, the rational part of his mind had recovered, at least a bit, the control. The words of his captor made him realize that maybe she was beginning to think about him as a willing pet... so maybe, if he played well his cards, he could find an escape from that hellish situation.

Shivering on his knees, and with his hands cupping the humiliating chastity cage, the tried to play the situation. "Well, yes, such a disrespect, indeed." His brain was still recharging oxygen, and he couldn't think straight yet, he didn't even dare to get out of the cabin, but he felt that he had to do something. "She has been most annoying taking your bag without permission... now you can't put into practice the fun that you had planned" He was trying to sound sorry, but his voice was too trembling to show any other than fear and exhaustion. "But they went to get something to eat... and every student go to Parker's, just in front of the college, less than three minutes away from here. If you run after them, you may catch them and be back with your bag in five minutes."

He knew it was a poor deception, even a childish one, but he was desperate, and being half naked, leashed and caged, that was all he could improvise. But he counted on the overconfidence of the cheerleader. She seemed so used to have everyone obeying her orders, that maybe she believed that she had already tamed her professor, and she thought that she could leave him here, in his poor state. On the other hand, maybe he was almost tamed already, because a part of him, the one that was so tiny that was imperceptible at the beginning of the day, but now was struggling for control with his main self, was eager to discover what had Julia in mind, and arguing about staying here and waiting her to enjoy what she had prepared.
 
As the handsome professor put it quite bluntly, that bratty schoolgirl had taken Julia’s fun away with her bag. The girl didn’t even give her a phone call before picking it up. But again, Karen was pretty sure her friend was in the cabin anyway. Fortunately, this also meant Mark could preserve the integrity of his little butt hole, at least for another day. With the steel cage she put on the man’s cock still in place, the cheerleader captain wouldn’t be riding her newfound love interest or tasting her teacher’s expressive member. Although that limited Julia’s options, she could still toy with the professor. Where he had his cock in locked a cage, only a thin fabric covered her womanhood. When she had an eager servant to please the tender folds between her smooth legs, the daring student could still have a fun time. Julia doubted the man enjoyed crawling behind a student like some sort of pet with his cock caged, but at the same time, he also seemed to be interested in the girl’s dashing features.

Her arms crossed under her attractive bust, Julia thought about the man’s statement. He seemed to be awfully aware of the students’ after school activities, where they hung out to grab a bite and all. “Uuh!” The captain gave a snort of disgust. “She loves that place, yeah!” With the corner of her eye, she checked the door. The captain was a nimble girl, it wouldn’t have taken her even a minute to catch her friends if she had started running after them now. With her slender index finger, Julia pointed at herself. “This one runs after no one.” The blonde suggested with a confident nod. Mark wouldn’t be chasing them either. The professor pursuing two girls across the empty halls of the building, all the while not having his pants on, it would have been a very questionable sight, one that could definitely stain his promising career.

Outside the dressing cabin, while the man remained on his knees, like he should, the blonde cheerleader leaned down to grab the free end of her teacher’s leash. The brief action of reaching down deepened the cheerleader’s tempting cleavage, the gravity pulling her orbs down and giving them more volume under her outfit. Since she lacked the necessary equipment for the moment, the twisted schoolgirl couldn’t combine begging with pegging. However, she still had other uses for the man. “Wait!” The assertive blonde widened her eyes. “Were you trying to get rid of me?” She asked, giving his leash a small yank. Heel of her shoe pressing against the floor, Julia extended one leg and put the tip of her foot under the man’s caged cock. To remind the man the steel chastity device he wore, Julia flapped her shoe a few times to dance Mark’s distressed member up and down.

Slowly walking backwards, Julia pulled the teacher with her. Once in the center of the room, the blonde lowered her hips to have a seat on the bench. Just in front of the man who stood on his knees and hands, the captain gradually parted her bare legs. As her lovely knees stretched the fabric of her cheerleader skirt, her cheerfully pink panties became visible under the garment. It wasn’t a new sight for the man, but hopefully still a tempting view. The captain’s blonde brows frowned at the man. As her knees once again come closer to press together, the nice view of her panties was once again obscured. “Reach down and pull my underwear, professor.” The young woman strictly demanded. Just to give the man a small challenge though, Julia raised one of her legs to fold one smooth thigh over the other. “If you can.” The girl squinted and added with a coy smirk.
 
The professor was dismayed when the headstrong girl discarded his suggestion flatly. The last threads of hope of escape from her were swept by her words, and the self confidence that she showed in her decision told him that he could never sway her merely with words. But as his most rational part fell in a spiral of desperation and self pity, his recently submissive part stepped up and took the control. That part was still frightened, but it craved to be under her control, to feel all those forbidden things that a boring college professor would never taste, and this was his now-or-never chance. Now, all he had to do was to obey her and submit.

When she got the leash and he saw her cleavage, his blood started to run again in his body, as it was a vision that not many could ignore. And he hoped that if he behaved, maybe he could put his lips on those boobs. A very similar hope to the one he had had of ever touching the generous breast of Sara, the beautiful teacher that he fancied, but she never let him take that step in all those months. And here was Julia, who in less than one hour, had forcefully jerked off him, put him in chastity and dragged him to the lockers to do him God knew what.

Then Julia realized that he had just tried to trick her, and he felt absolutely terrified, groaning lowly when she yanked the leash. But she didn't punish him too severely, probably because she had lost her gear, and she just toyed with his encased manhood. He felt the pressure on his balls, and though his cock couldn't feel a thing, it was both humiliating and stimulating how she could do whatever she wanted with him. And what she wanted was to drag him to the center of the room, and he followed her more and more meek each step she took.

Then, she sat down and opening her thighs, showed him her pink panties. He had seen them before, but it had been quick glimpses, under the skirt, and he had to fill in what he could not see with his warming imagination. But now he had them in front of him in all their glory, and he could see the suggestive folds of the thin fabric on her pussy, so his heart began to race again. He could not use his member in that velvet heaven, but he would gladly lick her to as many orgasm as she wanted if she gave him one in return. His cock began to harden again, when she ordered him to remove her panties... if he could.

Mark didn't hesitate, and immediately started to pull the marvelous garment with trembling hands, with his face so near of her crotch that his cock went rock hard in a matter of seconds... or it would had, if it could escape from its steel prison. He was afraid of pulling too hard the underwear and annoy the beautiful cheerleader, but he was more afraid of not to follow her orders, and his mouth was watering thinking in the succulent treasure that was behind that soft undies, between those marble thighs. He managed to pull the garment under her ass, but he got stuck when he tried to pull it down to the knees, being her thighs too tight.

He started to get stressed, and left some weak moans, while he was trying to find a way to complete his task. Finding no solution, he groaned "Julia, please, your thighs are too tight... I can't... Please... open at least them a bit... please..."
 
Thinking about the good professor’s earlier suggestion, that Julia should follow her little friends to wherever they went, Julia could draw a couple of conclusions from it. If he indeed tried to trick his new owner, that meant Mark had been a bad teacher that deserved a good punishment. On the other hand, if he actually wanted the cheer captain to retrieve her bag, the bag that contained the toys she was intended to use on him, that meant he was a naughty teacher, who deserved a good punishment. Since both possibilities came to the same thing, maybe the arrogant captain should punish her newest attraction. For now though, the pushy schoolgirl didn’t seem to be penalizing the man. Only, she actually did. Using the charming features of her fit body to ignite a little spark between Mark’s legs, while his cock sat in a steel cage to limit its erection, it was a good punishment as he would soon comprehend. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, to have one’s cock pressing against the little steel bars. A proper oppression for a naughty man.

While a pair of hands worked on her vibrant panties, Julia didn’t interrupt the guy. He was quick to carry the girl’s orders, as if the professor had been long craving to pull a student’s underwear down. Of course, Julia wasn’t like any other college girl at school. And no one could really blame Mark for his actions, for being willing to remove a horny student’s underwear. A smirk appeared across the blonde’s tender lips as she felt her panties sliding down her hips. The bench felt somewhat cold under her bared buttocks, but not enough to bother the young woman. Her body shook and swayed a little on the bench while the man worked under her skirt, but she remained still otherwise. She kept her beautiful legs crossed, firmly locked. Stripping the most popular girl in college shouldn’t be an easy task, and the captain was intended to prove that by making the man struggle against her firm legs, probably the strongest part of the cheerleader. A mocking smirk lifted the corners of her lips as the girl found her teacher’s little hassle pretty amusing.

Her expressive blue eyes trained on the man, she pushed and pressed her legs together more keenly. Regardless of one’s strength, plying those pretty appendages open could give anyone a trouble. Accusing Julia of having a tight body was rather a compliment. The captain could be a strict mistress, but Julia was a cheerful girl in nature. Whether it was intentional or not, the compliment the young woman received from the handsome man flattered the blonde girl. She gave out a cheerful giggle at that. “Open sesame. Did you try that?” Julia added with a smile, all the while keeping her legs locked. The man’s fingers had started to tickle her legs though, so she thought it was time to part them for her teacher. Her muscles eventually relaxed and her legs become idle on top of each other. With another giggle, Julia finally uncrossed them. “Alright! Let me help you!” She exclaimed quite cheerfully, her pink underwear once again flashing under her short skirt.

Since the man had failed to spread her thighs, Julia didn’t think he earned his prize, yet. Pink fabric kept covering her flower for the moment. “Go team!” The cheerleader suddenly chanted, parting her legs widely. “Go Tigers!” Singing the college team’s name, her legs darted up like a pair of springs. “Give me a T!” The little tigress kept shouting. She tossed her powerful legs over the man’s broad shoulders. Locking them at the ankles, she imprisoned Mark’s head between them. Her smooth legs acted as the tender blades of a pair of scissors. Closing those firm legs, Julia squeezed the man’s face between her thighs and against the front panel of her panties. “Give me an… come one Mark, you’re not playing.” Although clenched tightly around his head, being sandwiched between the cheerleader’s thighs certainly wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. At the very least, they should muffle the captain’s loud cheering to some degree. “Work! Work! Work!~” Julia repeatedly chanted, her hands holding the edge of the long bench. One leg under the other, she locked them around the knees more securely behind Mark’s back. “Work under my skirt!~” Quite cheerfully, Julia ordered.
 
After so much effort trying to slide the panties between her firmly closed thighs, Mark was genuinely surprised when she opened widely them, showing her crotch still covered by the pink thin fabric. He stared, almost mesmerized, to the small piece of Heaven that was in front of him, feeling his erection fighting with the metal cage and the ring around the base of his testicles pulling painfully his scrotum. He groaned, protesting because her vulva was still covered, but the only complain that his penis gave was that it could not scape its prison to fuck her, though his testicles thought otherwise, painfully stretched by the diabolical device. He hesitated for a moment, partly because he was marveled by her beauty, but partly because he was beginning to know Julia, and suspected that it had to be a catch.

Suddenly, she began to chant the cheers for the team, moving fast those sexy strong legs, and before he realized what was happening, he had both around his head, and his face was being firmly squeezed against her crotch. It was incredible how strong was this girl, the professor was surprised even after having touched her legs in the cabin, and he was caught off guard. He gasped trying to get air with his face against her pussy, and he inhaled all her scent, a feeling that would have been quite enjoyable if she weren't pressing his head so hard. He had to put his hands on the floor and open his knees as much as he could to maintain his stability, making his belt clang loudly against the floor. A floor too cold for his taste, as he could attest when his balls rested on it, but he had more pressing issues right now, like the phenomenal strength that she was using on his head. "Please, Julia, you squeeze too strong, this hurts!" he tried to cry, but he had his mouth so hard pressed against her panties that only a muffled and unintelligible whimpering could be heard. But he (and almost anyone in the immediate vicinity) could hear her cheering, and her orders, and knowing thar the cheerleader was not the kind of girl who give up easily, he obeyed promptly. The fact that she was cheering the college team was disconcerting, totally out of context, and Mark wondered briefly if it was a hint that she wasn't totally in her right mind, or it was just part of her twisted way of foreplay. Probably both.

He started to lick her pussy through her panties, trying find her most sensitive points through the fabric, while he fought to breathe and avoid fainting, which was no easy task. He tasted her sweat and something more... she was undoubtedly aroused, and her knickers were almost soaked in her flows. Not that it annoyed the professor the least, as he was eager to lick her pussy, and he would have loved to be able touch the soft intimacies of his captor, it was in fact a stimulus to lick faster. He was feeling his poor pillows freezing against the cold floor, but there was nothing that he could do, needing his hands as a foothold. So his only hope was to follow her orders and lick her with all his energies, in the hope that she was satisfied soon and let him change his position. He whined softly while hearing the cheerleader's orders and his tongue was fighting to work through the panties fabric.
 
While the distressed teacher struggled against the blonde’s strong grasp, Julia was pretty comfortable on the bench herself. In fact, she could have kept the man trapped between her firm legs for a long period of time. Those were, after all, the gifted legs of the captain of the athletic cheer team, more than just a pair of smooth appendages. If the professor indeed craved to get under Julia’s skirt and between her legs, there he was now, just probably not the way he would expect. Energetic and stubborn, the captain was undoubtedly a hard girl to handle. Dating her could be quite a challenge. Her smooth thighs turned the poor linguist’s words into unintelligible whimpers. His mumbling failed to voice his concern, but still managed to amuse the owner of the legs that imprisoned Mark. The twisted witch within Julia enjoyed seeing their partners desperate, liked watching them squirm. “One!.. Two!.. One!.. Two!” The blonde cheered, squeezing her kneeled teacher’s face harder between her short chants. While the young woman kept her legs this tight, there was only one way to go for the professor.

Not only at gym, but Julia sometimes liked to practice her cheerleading in bed too, not shying away from demonstrating how nimble of a captain the team had. Over the years, she had many boyfriends who just couldn’t keep up with her, which always had been a disappointing experience for the energetic blonde. It honestly didn’t take much to make her all horny. The more difficult part was dealing with her horniness. Before he could taste her flower though, he first had to sample the girl’s panties. However, a wet spot was quick to form on her panties, giving her underwear a darker shade of pink. And only half of the moisture came from the man’s tongue. The other half, or rather most if it, came from inside. The sensational feeling that originated from between her thighs only put more pressure on the man’s head. “Mmm… There you go.” Julia added with a pleasant smile. When she had someone to go down on her, it was now difficult to sing melodious chants.

As the dexterous tongue of the professor worked between her legs, Julia’s pussy produced more juice for him to taste. His treatment didn’t feel half bad. “Mmm… Yeah…” The blonde student moaned. One of her hands slid through the waistline of her skirt and stretched her panties up. The wet fabric stuck to her womanhood, defining the girl’s swollen lower lips very well to display a clear outline of her puffy labia. Instead of feeling the man’s tongue through her underwear, she too would have preferred to have that thing directly lapping her pink folds. Her breasts got harder with the man’s oral services, her instincts telling her to just draw her little fingers down and start rubbing herself. After reaching the peak of their strength, Julia’s smooth legs gradually began to relax with the pleasant sensation of her pussy being licked. “Aah~ Yea~” The cheerful blonde enjoyed the dexterous tickling of her womanhood, her panties saturated with her arousal. To insist the man kept doing what he did, she put one hand over Mark’s hand, pressing his face harder against her crotch.

Soon enough, the pleasure that moistened her cheeky panties also relaxed the cheerleader’s stubborn legs, giving the man more breathing room. “Mmm… You’re not bad professor.” Julia claimed. She was still a playful girl though. “One!” Her hands once again grasped the edge of the bench as Julia lunged herself forward. Using the momentum of her hips, the girl toppled him over backwards. “Two!” While she laid the man on his back, her soaking underwear never left his face. Her knees pressed down to the floor on each side of the teacher’s head as Julia lowered her hips onto the man’s face. “Continue!” The energetic girl insisted. Sitting on his face, the blonde swayed her hips back and forth, grinding her wet, panty clad pussy against the man’s mouth.
 
The professor was having a difficult time between his student's legs. The cheerleader kept pressing his face against her crotch, and even if to be between her thighs was a dream come true, the pressure was also a hell. He opened his mouth as much as he could to make room for his head, but it was a momentary relief. Julia kept pushing him to her crotch, and soon he found himself with her panty clad vulva so fit in his wide open mouth, that he couldn't close it without bite her in her private parts... and to really enrage the girl was a thought the he didn't even dare to think.

So he moved his tongue along the groove that he could feel with it through the panties fabric, desperately trying to make her cum. It was ironic, she had imprisoned his manhood so he couldn't cum unless she allowed him to, and there he was, trying to get her to have an orgasm without she had even required it. But his squeezed face and his freezing balls were more than enough motivation. The pain in his face had caused his erection to remit a bit, relieving the pressure in his prison, and the pulling on his testicles, but the sweet taste of her flows dripping into his open mouth was more than enough to keep his cock hard.

Mark had never bragged of his oral skills, but he had always been an attentive lover who liked to take care of the needs of his partners, and his cunnilingus performing ability wasn't something to despise. He like to caress lightly the private parts of the girl, building slowly up her arousal, until he brought her to the climax. But Julia was by no means the kind of girl he usually dated, and though he usually worked on far better conditions, right now his motivation was far higher than usual. He kept using frantically his tongue until she pulled her panties up, easing his job. Before her obvious arousing, he redoubled his efforts, feeling how her breath changed its pace, and her legs relaxed their steel squeeze. Even though his balls were still freezing on the cold floor, the hope that if he licked her to the orgasm she would let him change his posture drove him to strive in his task. It was weird how less than an hour ago he was begging to get his cock free, and now he would be begging her just to let him lift his balls from the ground.

Then, when he was thinking that finally had found the right spot through the panties, Julia pushed him on his back, jumped on him and sat on his face, ordering him energetically to continue his efforts. He gasped for air, but she didn't give him enough time to protest or beg, as her wet crotch kept pressing his mouth and her thighs squeezing his head. At least, laid on the floor, his testicles weren't touching the cold tiles, and he felt a warm feeling in his pillows. He felt a bit cold on his chest, as his shirt had opened wide, probably because some buttons, or maybe all them, had been teared off, making him feel even more exposed, though his abs and chest was nothing to be ashamed of. Mark resumed his licking, but the cheerleader was getting hot, and began to grind his face with her pussy, soaking his face with her flows. Though having his face brushed like this wasn't as pleasurable as he had thought it would be, the professor felt that his situation had improved a tiny bit, and did his best to please the girl. He left his hands and put both on her buttocks, seeking to have a point of reference of her body to make a better licking job, though drove by desire, he groped the glorious ass eagerly, and his cock grew again in its steel cage.
 
The two, especially the teacher, were lucky that the school was empty right now, as Julia could get quite loud when properly aroused. While sitting on his face, she could no longer see the handsome visage of the good professor, but could feel the mouth that tickled her peach very well. Even through the fabric of her vibrant panties, his tongue made a good job over her tender folds. The cheerleader, actually, was not surprised by the man’s oral skills. He was a linguist after all. And those were expected to be good with tongues. As long as she herself had a good time, the arrogant student didn’t really care about her partner’s comfort or how cold the floor must have felt under his buttocks. At the same time, this current position was a pretty tame one in comparison to some of the other positions the blonde liked to fuck. “Mmm… There you go. Go on…” The blonde student insisted. With her increasing sensation, Julia danced her firm hips back and forth, grinding her panty clad wet pussy against the man’s lips and tongue. “My panties are all wet, Professor.” Julia stated the obvious, a fact Mark should be already aware of. “You’re making me feel like a dirty girl~” The blonde added with a light chuckle.

In spite of being indeed quite wet, at the same time, a fiery passion burned inside the young woman’s pink panties. She had sucked the man’s cock before. It was only fair for Mark to offer his services in a similar way. “Oh, you’re not bad at this.” The playful captain of the cheer squad admitted in a more serious tone. Her own little hands slid up her fit body. Where her pussy currently didn’t need any additional touches, her fingers cupped her shapely breasts instead. “Oh… YEA!” Julia moaned aloud as the man kept working on her expressive sex, lightly massaging her round assets with her little fingers. As the tip of his dexterous tongue flicked against her needy womanhood a few more times, instead of cupping them rather gently, Julia squeezed her pleasant breasts harder. “A-aah… Y-yeea…” The girl lolled her head back and enjoyed the ride. As her arousal peaked, keeping her balance on top of the man began to be a challenge. Thankfully, the man had been supporting the cheerleader from her pleasant hips. Pulling her hands off her breasts for a moment, Julia reached for her backside and pulled Mark’s hands slightly up, adjusting his grip on her bottom for a firmer support.

“HAA!” A sudden jolt of pleasure jerked the cheerleader’s body. Under her half closed eyelids, her bright eyes began to twitch. “HAA! HAA!” Julia got louder, her hardened tits pressing against her bra stronger. As the girl’s center of gravity shifted forward, the blonde too leaned forward with it. Behind the man’s head, she pressed her palms down to support herself. Shortly after, dancing of her hips ceased. Julia got quieter as well. Her pouted lips still moved up and down. However, her moans were silent as if something had muted the cheerful blonde. A few quick twitches shook her fit form. Below her closed eyes, her mouth widened in a satisfied smile as the girl took a deep breath. The cheerleader honestly wasn’t expecting this to happen before she could take her underwear off. Her hips swayed a few more times, to emphasize the wetness of her undergarment more. The energetic, almost insatiable captain of the cheer team could surely go many more rounds. She placed one hand on Mark’s chest, letting it slide down the man’s muscular stomach. Her fingers finally located his cock. Julia had forgotten the steel cage that imprisoned her teacher’s manhood. “Hmm… Out of luck.” The assertive blonde claimed, even if it was really her doing.

Considering herself to be done for the day, Julia rose to her feet, her smooth butt slipping off the grip of the man’s strong fingers. “You owe me a pair of panties.” Looking down at her teacher, the cheerleader claimed. She was serious about that too. “I’m sure you can find your way out.” With that, she left the man, heading towards the showers instead. On her way, the captain removed her top, letting him know that the color of her bra matched her panties.
 
The professor licked her pussy through her panties as if his life depended of it, and he did a good job, indeed. With his head under her ass and her legs pressing his head, he was as imprisoned has he had been a few minutes before, but at least he could move a bit more freely. He kept licking her desperately, though he hadn´t felt as used by anyone as he was being used by the cheerleader now. It was most humiliating, but at the same time, he felt more excited than he had ever felt. He had all his face covered by her flows, but he was undeniable proud when he felt the first spasms that announced the orgasm that Julia had got. He had achieved to make her cum even through her panties, and even having done it forced, he felt pretty proud of his deed and he genuinely expected to be rewarded for his efforts.

So when Julia stood up and went to the showers with decided steps, Mark was befuddled for a few moments. He sat on the cold floor, feeling the weight of the steel cage hanging from his scrotum, and the narrow limits that it imposed to his struggling penis. Will he had to go home still imprisoned? It was a terrifying idea to leave his manhood in the hands of that mischievous girl... even if the most of him found that idea arousing, as his hard member attested. ¨Julia, you can´t leave me like this...¨ he whined with a weak voice, kneeling down and watching her dropping her top. For a few seconds, he thought that her breasts seemed as big and full as the cheerleader uniform insinuated, but he tried to wipe those lewd thoughts of his mind and center himself in his current problems.

The gorgeous girl entered the showers, and unsure if she was listening to him or not, he crawled quite pathetically after her. ¨Julia, please, I beg you to free me... please...¨ He had lost sight of the cheerleader, but he hesitated to enter the showers without her permission, feeling that to enrage the hotheaded girl wouldn´t bring nothing good yo him. He got no answer, so he stood still there for a while, until finally stood up and went to the door with insecure steps. He peeked out in fear of finding someone in the hall, but it was deserted, so he got out and walked stumbling to he office, hoping not to meet anyone along his way. He still had his cock as hard as it could in its cage, and he didn´t realized that he hadn´t wiped Julia´s flows of his face until he was putting his pants on. With a groan of mixed desperation and lust, he went home.

Next day, he imparted class as usual... more or less. His usually ordered mind was a mess. He had felt incredibly humiliated by the things that Julia had done to him... but undeniably aroused at the same time. In fact, he had dreamed about the beautiful cheerleader all the night, lewd dreams where he begged her to let him cum, but each time he opened his mouth, she thrusted her hips on his face, and silenced him pushing her panty clad pussy against his tongue. The chastity cage had became a serious problem, because his dreams made him hard, and it was quite uncomfortable inside the metal prison, forcing him wake again and again, usually when he was earning his freedom using his tongue.

So he went to college still caged and hornier than ever. Every girl he saw seemed to be more gorgeous than the previous, and each short skirt or generous cleavage that his eyes met made his cock twitch and struggle, hopeless. He had been thinking a lot about how to recover his lost freedom and dignity, but his only hope was to look for Julia and beg her to free him. He had even bought her a whole set of lingerie, in the hope that it would soften her heart and increase his chances... maybe even she would let him lick her pussy without her panties this time...

So he began his class, though his mind wasn´t totally on the subject. He noticed that many of the girls that attended his class wore short, tiny skirts that showed their thighs at each movement, and cleavages enough wide to show him their voluptuous attributes each time one of them dived for a fallen pencil. Was the incoming summer, had he had bad luck today, or it had always been that way but he hadn´t just noticed? It was so hard to concentrate in the blackboard...
 
It had been a long day for the energetic cheer captain. A successful venture that sparked some lewd events and brought some surprises. Now posing in her birthday suit, Julia hit the shower rather quickly. Her skin welcomed the warm water well. Hot steam filled the shower stall fast. Even if it didn’t look like that before, practicing with cheerleader team and then dealing with her naughty professor had tired the young blonde. Her hands slid across her wet skin, massaging and fondling the smooth features of her body as she tried to wash her exhausting out in the shower. Not entirely a slut, but the captain was not a bashful girl neither. She wouldn’t have shied away from flashing her boobs or bum to a guy, especially after sucking his cock and doing much more to him. Regardless, the professor decided to respect her privacy. Perhaps he was afraid of getting hard if he had set eyes on his naked student. That wouldn’t have been very comfortable when a steel cage held his cock captive. Sound of the streaming water droplets muffled the professor’s voice for Julia. She could still hear him complain though. “What can I do? You saw what happened! You want me to grab a drill machine?” The girl shouted back from the shower room as she washed her blonde hair, acting as if it wasn’t her that put the man in this situation in the first place. “Listen. I know Karen, she’s my best friend. I’m sure it’ll be fine!” Though the girl failed to mention how big of a bitch her bestie could be.

***

The next day started quite routinely. It was Friday, end of the week. Most students were looking forward to the upcoming weekend, making plans how to spend the two day holiday. Julia’s infamous bag had returned to school as well, just not to its original owner yet. Far from being the brightest student in collage, Karen was taking Mark’s course a third time this term, hoping to pass it this time around. It was a rare sight to see the young brunette in the classroom, given her poor attendance to lessons. Surprisingly, she wasn’t taking a nap over her desk, or contending with something completely unrelated to the course. It was almost a miracle that she had been actually listening to the teacher with such attention. Only, the reason wasn’t exactly academic. Like usual, her short hair was tousled above the shoulderless crop top she wore as if she just got up from bed. On the bottom, she wore a pair of ripped jeans, tone of her skin visible through the various slits in the fabric. She was a slovenly woman and a rebellious person, making the captain look prissy in comparison. Her dark eyes half closed, she watched the teacher from the back row.

According to the clock, the course should be over soon. Near the end of the lecture, Karen raised her hand to ask a curious question, not necessarily related to today’s subject. “Mr. Reese?” The young brunette leaned against her chair. “Have you ever studied women’s literature?” The student questioned. “Was it really so rare in the old times?” Karen continued. She had a small key in her hand, that she twirled and spun it between her fingers. It didn’t unlocked her home, or her locker at the gym. Or anything that belonged to her really, not yet at least. Last day, she had made a little discovery, a quite curious revelation. Her eyes briefly shifted from the man’s face, to his crotch. The woman had a good guess about what she would find if she were to pull the teacher’s pants and underwear down, apart from a cock of course. Even after the lecture was over, she intended to stay in the classroom today.
 
Mark had had a hard time concentrating during the first minutes of his lecture, but then he had given his back to the students, and focused on writing conscientiously every word he said on the blackboard. Though he didn't feel the weight of the chastity cage hanging from his balls any less, not having all those pretty girls in front of his sight was a relieve, and he got his hopes up that he could finish the lesson and run to his office to lock himself there. He had checked about a hundred times if the damned cage could be seen through his pants, and it seemed it couldn't, or at least wasn't very obvious, but he preferred to not try his luck. The less time that he spent with people, the less probabilities that there happened an accident that revealed his caged state.

He was so concentrated in what he was saying and writing, that he took a few seconds to realize that someone had called his name. He turned to look a very pretty girl, who was asking a quite irrelevant question for the current subject, but related to something that he planned to lecture in a few weeks. He regarded himself as a good teacher that always tried to encourage the curiosity of his students, so he answered her question almost automatically.

¨Well, yes, I´ve read a lot of old literature wrote by women, and is far more common than the general public thinks it is.¨ He looked at the sexy girl, trying to remember who was, but he was distracted by her hot looks. Usually, he didn´t give a second glance to the many sexy girls around the campus, but today he was too horny not to notice her sexy exposed belly and round breasts. ¨The catch is that most of those women wrote under pseudonyms, because in their time, it was quite hard to find an editor willing to publish a woman's writing, and most of the public wouldn't buy it anyway" He kept his eyes on her, now wondering where had seen her. Obviously, she was one of his attendants, and he knew that she had been several times in his course, her face was too familiar, but her name was eluding his memory.

"In fact, there are at least three cases of this subterfuge in the bibliography of this signature, and for those of you that can discover them and send me an email with their real names correlated with their false ones, may earn some points in their finals." Which was her name and why had he the feeling that it was so important? See was playing with what seemed like a key, a small like those used on lockers, and a tiny voice from the back of his head was screaming him that it was very important, but he couldn't understand it yet. "For example, " he continued absent minded while trying to remember her name and why it felt important "Charlotte Brontë wrote as Currer Bell, and her work 'Jane Eyre' is very valued today and considered as ahead of her time". She was Karen something, Karen Williams? Karen Perez? So many Karens on his classroom, and he was being distracted by those slender and soft fingers playing with that small key... "Likewise, Sidonie Gabrielle Colette, pusblished as Henry Gauthier-Villars, is another example of great literature unfairly recognized in her time" In his aroused stated, Mark fantasized with those agile fingers playing with his balls and cock, but it could not be, not with that cage imprisoning his member and closed by that damned sturdy padlock, which key he didn't had, a key as small as the one she was playing with right now..

In that moment, something clicked in the professor's head, and he remembered that Julia had said that the name of the girl who had got the bag with the key was Karen. And stretching a bit his memory, he could remember that very same brunette sitting along Julia in his class, sharing some secret jokes. So it was extremely probable that the key she had in her hands right now was the key of his chastity cage... but why was she putting that show here? Had Julia made her part of her evil plan? He stared the girl in awe for a few seconds, and then decided he had to get out of there. "But we will discuss all this in detail in its moment. Enough for today, we'll continue tomorrow"

He turned to his table to pick up his things and flee from there as fast as he could ...
 
It was a thorough reply what followed Karen’s random question. More than anything else, her main goal was actually to catch the professor’s attention, which she seemed to grab rather easily. That being said, Mark already looked to be interested in his many students, especially the females ones. The owner of the question could think of a valid reason for that as well. Her lazy eyes half closed, Karen nodded as the teacher continued with his lecture. “Like a pen name basically.” The shorthaired student added after the man, although there were other things the kinky brunette was more concerned about. The professor was a handsome man, known to be a calm and collected scholar among the collage. While the others in the classroom took notes, Karen held a key instead of a pen. She had no idea how Julia had managed to ensnare the man in her web. It didn’t really matter though, and Karen too was willing to use the opportunity, wanted a piece of the attractive professor herself.

When the horny professor seemingly dismissed the class, the cheerleader grabbed her backpack. She wasn’t as energetic or as vibrant as the captain of the cheer squad. As the man gathered his belongings and prepared to leave, unhurried steps of the brunette brought her at the desk. Unlike the teacher, Karen was not in a hurry though, and she could only catch up with the man somewhere in the hall. “Hey, Professor…” She called out behind Mark, her not so loud voice quite calm and relaxed. The key she possessed, and the empty package she found in Julia’s sports bag, which used to house the very steel cage that imprisoned the man’s cock, made her rightfully believe that she had an ace up her sleeve against the man. The bold cheerleader wouldn’t shy away from using it as well. Karen didn’t really care about popularity, or what others thought of her. Although she looked quite carefree and untroubled, the shorthaired brunette also had a darker side.

“…I would like to discuss the influence of women in literature with you.” Karen suggested, pretty eager to have a strong influence of her own over the teacher. A thick and deep influence at that too. “Privately.” The bold cheerleader continued. As the young woman approached the man from behind, quite casually, she placed one of her hands on Mark’s butt, giving it a firm squeeze before she faced the man to let him witness the distinct beauty of the messy cheerleader closer. Despite making no effort to hide it, thankfully, the subtle grope went unseen in the busy hallway. However, next time Karen did such a questionable stunt, he might not be so lucky. The defiant look on the girl’s face, the way she glared at the man, it wasn’t difficult to assume the brunette was up to something. Being a dirtier girl than the captain, Mark’s tidy, pristine office wouldn’t have done it for the cheerleader.

A subtle wink and an impish smirk tried to tell something suggestive to the man. Her unimpressed gaze remained on the teacher as Karen looked up and down at the guy. “Wanna get free?” She simply asked, what she meant quite clear. “Well, follow me.” The cheerleader added. With that, she turned around to lead the way, the path she chose not in the direction of the professor’s office.
 
Mark barely heard the comment the girl answered to his lecture, and hurried to get all his things into his bag and go to the exit. How on Hell had she discovered what was the key for? Maybe she was just bluffing to see how he reacted? Or Julia had told her about their encounter in the locker room? But, why? So many questions in his head, and he had answer to none. He walked awkwardly to the exit without looking back, but when he heard the call of the brunette student, he almost felt as if his heart stopped. He turned livid like a corpse, but when he looked at Karen as she got near him, he admired her beautiful looks in spite of himself.

Her request of discuss privately about literature would have been totally normal if it was not because she had been showing the key. Even as the professor wasn't the type of person lean to think badly about other people, but due to the recent events, he began to tremble imagining what this girl had in her mind to ask him a private meeting. He tried to find his voice to answer her, but when he was about to stutter to offer her to go to his office, she groped his ass, and he gasped in surprise and terror. Trying to keep his face calm, he looked around wary of anyone who could have seen that inappropriate gesture, but it seemed that nobody had noticed.

The grope instead sent a powerful signal to his blued balls, swollen of milk after licking Julia to orgasm yesterday, and a night spent dreaming about it, and from his balls it went to his penis, that twitched in its metal prison. But before he could regain his composure, she winked him and asked him if he wanted to be free. This tiny phrase wiped any doubt in a fell swoop that he could had got about whether the girl was aware of his "situation". Then she asked him, no, ordered him to follow, to somewhere that obviously wasn't his office.

Paralyzed, he couldn't help himself to stare to the fluid and cool Karen's way of walking, and her undeniable sexy wiggle of hips. Some student approached him, asking about some homework, but he dismissed him with a mere wave of his hand. "I can't help you right now, send me an email" the professor muttered without even looking at the student, who went away mumbling about lazy teachers. He hurried up after Karen, being now absolutely sure that she had the key to his freedom, and he had to obey her orders if he wanted to touch his cock again.
 
Not sharing the same level of affection for her teacher in common with her blonde counterpart, Karen wasn’t concerned about the presence of other girls around the handsome literature lecturer. That didn’t mean she didn’t have any motives to give him a difficult time though. After all, Mark had failed her one too many times. Although she wasn’t a vengeful woman in nature, she wasn’t without reason to be willing to punish her teacher at the same time. Taking the same class three times in a row could make anyone bitter and a little bitchy. The captain’s involvement was a mystery only to Mark. Surprisingly, the assertive blonde had no part in this. On the contrary, Julia had wanted the charismatic teacher for herself, currently unaware of her best friend’s twisted little plot against the man, that she was about to take a bite of what made him a desired man. Even if he hadn’t given her a clear response, he seemed to be willing to follow the girl’s lead. When Karen literally held the key to his virility, he didn’t really have a choice though, but to pursue the fit hips that walked before him.

As the unlikely pair of student and teacher ventured further into the college building, the amount of sexy students Mark so liked to peep at ran thin. Karen led the man into the unbusy, secluded parts of the school, making him walk in empty corridors that he perhaps hadn’t seen before. She didn’t turn back to check the professor, or talk to him in this short journey. A soothing, calm aura accompanied the quiet cheerleader, almost a small relief after the captain’s loquacious company the other day. Karen was a colder girl in comparison, more distant. There was an unimpressed, lazy expression to her brown eyes. Some people found it attractive, and some dull. Admittedly, more than a passionate date, the brunette looked to be a better drinking partner, a kindred spirit. She had a nice smile, but its charm mostly came from its rarity. The short journey of the two ended in a janitor closet as Karen opened the door and went inside.

The room was close to the fire shaft in a pretty forsaken looking corridor. Eight feet long, six feet wide, it offered a much smaller space than any of the classrooms. Or Mark’s office for that matter. One of the walls was covered with shelves. Cleaning products, detergents, papers towels, gels, plastic cans, coiled hoses and other clutter sat on the shelves that reached up to the ceiling. Bundled mops and brooms leaned against one corner of the room. Some random buckets sat in the other corners. An almost over sanitary place, but also a somewhat dirty room to be sexually claimed. Finally, facing the well-dressed professor, Karen spoke to him. “Did you like it when I held your ass?” The young woman bluntly asked. She walked up to the man. This time, her curious hand found something else to grip. The rebellious student groped the teacher’s package in a generous clutch. Through the layers of clothing, she confirmed the presence of a steel cage under his pants. “I bet you did.” Karen added a squeeze to her firm hold.

Quickly getting rid of her small backpack, the girl tossed it aside. Something clung inside the bag when she did so, hopefully this time, no one to anticlimactically take the bag away from the room. Her dark eyebrows twitched in a suggestive gesture. “Well, strip down, cocksucker.” The student blurted out. Her arms crossed downwards, her hands held the bottom of her top as the young brunette pulled her croptop off her shoulders to flaunt her tan skin.
 
Mark followed the wiggling hips of the tanned girl, admiring the shape of her ass as he noticed how different was her way of walking from Julia's. Where the captain moved with the confidence of someone who owned the world and it was there to do her bidding, this girl seemed that didn't care about the world at all, and that it, and everyone in it, should wait for her to go at her own pace. Being an orderered and organized person, the professor usually had little patience with the people that seemed not to care about their obligations, though this time he would have to make an exception.

He tried to concentrate in the current situation while damning the horniness that he felt due to his denied orgasm. It didn't seem reasonable that Julia had shared him to another girl without participating in the activity, her assertive and leading personality didn't seem lean to lend her things easily. He felt a shiver through his body when the thought that she could treat him like a possession crossed his mind, but that shiver finished in a strong twitch in his genitals, and a not negligible pump of blood to his cock. Trying to remove the memory of Julia scrubbing her panties on his faces and the mix of humiliation and pleasure that it had brough, he kept thinking about the key. The captain haven't seemed pleased at all of her friend taking her bag, so...

But his his thoughts were interrupted when they reached their arrival destination, which happened to be a janitor closet. Mark looked around puzzled, even a bit disoriented for a few seconds, but he immediately realized that it was a no-brainer: a secluded place, away from everyone... He had passed through something similar the very yesterday, and when she asked if he had liked her to touch his ass, he tried to get the control of the situation. "Look, Karen, I don't know what you think that's happening, but this is not a proper way to..." His words were abruptly interrupted when she grabbed his crotch.

Her slender fingers had a firm grip on his balls, and what was worse, on the chastity belt that imprisoned his cock. Whatever facade that he could had tried would be now useless under the fact that he was caged and obviously she knew she had the key... and the control of his masculinity. This thought was terrifying, but on the same time, it was also very arousing, and his cock twitched again under the grip of the beautiful brunette. He tried hopelessly to retreat but she didn't let him flee, and he left a pitiful moan trapped in her hand. Her fingers pressed harder his balls, and he froze in fear of being hurt in his most sensitive parts, but also in pleasure of being firmly handled there by this gorgeous girl.

When she ordered him to undress, he got paralyzed in fear during a few seconds, but soon he realized that he had no real options: if he disobeyed her, her possibilities of be freed would be reduced, and whats worse, he risked that she felt enough upset to tell everyone his present situation. So he removed his clothes, shivering in fear, but not in cold, because his cock was growing in its cage again, far more happy than the professor of the present circumstances. Soon, he was naked except for the metal chastity belt in front of her, with a begging but aroused look in his eyes.
 
While the good professor raced to take his clothes off as he was ordered to do, Karen stripped down with the man as well. Removal of his pants and underwear earned a slight pause and a curious glance from the brunette cheerleader. Sleepy dark eyes stared down at the man’s caged cock, instantly visually confirming her suspicions. That being said, she was pretty confident about what she would find down there in the first place. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been so bold to lure the teacher in here to have some fun with him. Admittedly, when his cock was trapped within a set of shiny steel rings, that would limit some of the possibilities. Good thing she had the key. “Well well. Look at that…” Karen mocked the polished chastity toy that embraced the professor’s member. It didn’t look comfortable. Although she could totally see Julia having fun doing so, claiming ownership of Mark’s manhood, she doubted the experience was as fun for the teacher who had to wear it on his expressive cock.

Narrowed eyes fixed on the price, Karen pulled her pants down. Her dark blue panties followed next as the student got rid of them as well. The act revealed the tan buttocks Mark liked so much to chase after today. However, while the cheerleader faced the man as she was, it wasn’t her firm rear, but her bare sex what embellished the professor’s sight. While a quick inspection the professor might perform with his eyes could tell how pleasant of an experience his younger student’s tight slit would offer, Karen couldn’t really tell the same thing about the man. When a steel cage limited his pillar’s growth, when his erection was detained, she couldn’t be sure how promising of a cock the man had between his legs. “Didn’t know you were that kind of guy.” Karen suggested. If he voluntarily wore such a device, that could tell quite a few things about the good professor, certain kinks he possessed. At the same time however, she knew how persuasive the captain could really get.

Black color of her simple tshirt bra didn’t match her panties. The brunette woman didn’t bother to take the undergarment that hugged her breasts off as that wasn’t entirely necessary for what she had in mind for the man. Instead, Karen leaned down and opened her backpack. The simple action of unzipping her bag bestowed a rather nice display of her cute rear. For someone who was known for her laziness, someone who didn’t shy away from eating junk food, the brunette cheerleader surprisingly had a slimmer frame than the captain. Some people just had a faster metabolism. Karen pulled out a leather harness from her backpack. A dido was already attached to its front. It didn’t have a realistic design. Having a bright pink color, it wasn’t difficult to guess which of the girls had picked it. “If you want your freedom back Mr. Reese…” The breezy cheerleader wore the dark harness around her narrow waist. Quite easily in fact as this wasn’t her first time using one. “…You need to work for it.” Karen held her artificial cock, beginning to rub the dildo up and down as if it would make it longer.

In the already rather small janitorial closet, she walked closer to Mark. The man stood taller than the young woman. “On your knees.” Karen ordered, plain and simple. In her hand, the tip of the silicone object wobbled up and down as she shook it from its base. “Kiss the tip of my cock.” A second order came out of Karen’s lips. If he wanted his precious cock free, he indeed had to work for it first.
 
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