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Tonight
at the New Year's Eve party, our class put on a dance performance, and I was one of the lead dancers. Because of some big jumps, I wore a tunic under my costume—the kind that connects the upper body to the crotch and is fastened with snaps at the crotch—to keep my inner clothing snug and prevent it from moving around. It had a high slit to facilitate leg movements. Today was the first time I wore it for the actual performance, and I could clearly feel the tightness down there. The fabric at the crotch was very narrow, barely wider than a thong. You know, I have rather fleshy breasts down there, so this piece of fabric almost completely sank into my pubic area. Almost every movement caused the fabric to dig into my vulva. On stage, I could imagine my labia majora and minora gripping that fabric, and my clitoris rubbing and getting warm with the rhythm of the dance… As I thought this, my breathing became increasingly rapid. With the music masking it, I couldn't help but moan with the rubbing of my clothes. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing contact lenses. I wondered what the audience thought of me. Anyway, I felt so hot after the dance… my lower body was already soaking wet from the rubbing. I couldn't help it; it was my period, my most fertile time of the month. My breasts were swollen, and so was my lower body. Even without touching it, I was leaking that sticky, cloudy fluid, let alone having my lower body rubbed raw in front of a crowd… After the dance, many people whistled and cheered, I wondered if it was because of me… Backstage, I was waiting for a dressing room to become available when my teacher came over. He beckoned to me, gesturing for me to come with him. I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed my bag and followed him.
“Why did you come backstage? Aren't you afraid someone will see you?” I asked my teacher, a mix of complaint and coquettishness, as I started changing in his car. We've been together for a while now, but because he's a teacher and I'm a student, our university has a clear rule against teacher-student relationships, so we don't dare reveal our relationship. But it's also added a lot of fun; when we meet, it's like we're having a secret tryst. He didn't say anything, just stared at me like a hungry wolf. I had already taken off my dance costume, leaving only this close-fitting blouse. "What are you doing? It's not like I haven't seen this before..." I felt a little shy under his gaze, clearly sensing the burning intensity of his eyes on my body. "When I watched you dance earlier, I felt something was off about you. Turns out you were wearing this kind of thing underneath..." the teacher replied, his eyes never leaving my body, scanning me up and down in this outfit he'd never seen before. I'm well aware of my appearance. The black romper contrasts sharply with my fair skin, and because it's tight-fitting, it accentuates my full breasts. I have a large bust size; depending on the brand, I usually need a European E-size bra, as I can hardly fit into any Japanese brands. Because I have a small frame and slightly chubby limbs, I don't usually wear tight-fitting clothes, so it doesn't really show. But when I wear tight clothes, it's stunning… My teacher probably rarely sees me like this, especially with the high slit, which clearly shows the lines from my pubic area to above my pelvis. I don't know how my mother gave birth to me, but my breasts and buttocks are very fleshy, while my waist is incredibly slim. The only drawback is a slightly protruding lower abdomen. I feel a bit insecure about my figure because few people develop like this, but my teacher says it's excellent—a curvy but not bulky figure… so I guess he's already losing control… "He won't take advantage of me in the car, will he? After all, this is the auditorium parking lot. Although many people are still inside, there are still some students and teachers going up and down..." I playfully kicked him with my foot, telling him to control himself. Winter break is coming soon, and he can do whatever he wants when we meet. But do you think men can control themselves like that? This beastly man didn't care about any of that. He grabbed my sweaty, bare foot that I had kicked him with and started rubbing it. His other hand couldn't resist and was already kneading my two big mounds that were about to pop out of the fabric. I didn't even have time to pull my foot back. I looked out the window in a panic, afraid that someone would come over. Although there were few people and it was night, the car sex was very obvious. What if someone I knew recognized his license plate number...? But I didn't have time to think about it. The teacher's strong body, as thick as a horse, had already lifted my foot and easily pushed me down onto the wide back seat. "Ugh, mmm, mmm..." He bit my tongue with his teeth, preventing me from begging for mercy. I could only make soft, moaning sounds. He roughly rubbed my breasts with one large hand while rubbing his lower body against me. His other hand slid down my white, tender toes to my inner thighs, naturally spreading my legs apart and lifting them into the air. I was already aroused from dancing because of the rubbing of my clothes, and now that the teacher wanted to take me right there, honestly, my body had already given in. I just wanted him to have his way quickly, before the party ended and everyone was at their busiest.
But I didn't expect that the teacher wasn't as impatient as I thought. That's right, we usually do it quite frequently, we both live at school, so it's easy for us to meet. We did it several times last week, so he wasn't in a rush to release today. Instead, he was attracted by my unusual appearance and wanted to take his time. He started by touching my nipples, which is a place he really likes, and also a very sensitive spot for me. My breasts are naturally large and very elastic. They're not the kind that sag easily; instead, they get fuller and firmer the more you massage them. My areolas darken, and my nipples swell and harden easily when pinched. They can't withstand his massage. If he doesn't do it to me, I'll start playing with myself. Otherwise, I feel very unsatisfied there, and I really want someone to play with my nipples hard. Pulling and biting are fine; the harder the better. It feels like the pleasure is concentrated there, just like my clitoris. It's like I'm close to orgasm. So sometimes, the teacher will deliberately only massage me a few times to arouse my strong desire and then stop, watching me torture myself in my ecstasy. That half-open mouth, misty breath as I massage my full breasts and pull my nipples—that stunning sight would probably send me to hell in ancient times. I don't know if he was deliberately trying to make me look sexy today. He didn't use his hands to satisfy my breasts' desires much, maybe because this outfit had a very alluring aspect—the lower half was really tempting—so he was a bit too busy and used his hands to explore my waist, abdomen, and genitals. But he also knew I was very sensitive up there, so he switched to sucking and biting one of my nipples with his mouth. My mouth was finally free, and I couldn't help but let out a high-pitched moan because it felt so good. I loved having my nipples bitten like that by my teacher… "Mmm, ahh ... Thinking like this made me despise myself. When did I become so slutty? Just now on stage, I even moaned loudly in front of others. Did they even notice? I don't know how I'm going to face my classmates when I go back to school... Thinking like this, my lower body became increasingly aroused. Actually, I didn't have much experience at first. I didn't know how to play with myself or how to make a man feel good. The only boyfriend I've ever had is my current teacher. I guess he's what made me so slutty. Because rather than a boyfriend, he's more like his sex partner. When we first got together, I was very shy and nervous. And the more I liked someone, the less I could let loose. Let alone a scene like this where we're about to take our clothes off, I didn't even dare to speak. But my teacher is very experienced. He's 14 years older than me, divorced, and lives alone at school. Most people my age are married, or they're not the type he likes. He clearly told me that he was attracted to my body, and I accepted that my teacher was just using me as a sex object—a purely physical relationship. The teacher was very handsome and had a good personality; he was a very popular teacher among the students. Although I really didn't expect that he would have such a lustful side in private, because I was already deeply in love with him, being with him would be very fulfilling, even if it was just a physical relationship. It's pathetic, isn't it? Sigh… To "develop" me, he patiently taught me how to make a man feel good and also enjoy myself. At first, he often used tools like vibrators, and he loved to lick me. The first time I tried it with him, he licked my entire body. He was very good at foreplay, and his penis was really impressive. Maybe because of that, I, being petite and chubby, realized after our first time that my vagina was very tight and narrow, so he couldn't penetrate me at first. He used a small tool and lubricant many times before I slowly accepted penetration. After several months of adjustment, I could barely manage to take his penis into my small vagina. After that, they were both quite satisfied, and now they've been together for almost a year and are increasingly understanding each other's needs.
He'd had his fill and propped himself up. I could feel the change in his body when he was on top of me; he was wearing dress pants today, and I could clearly feel his erection. At first, when I took off my clothes, he only had a slight erection. After all, we've done this frequently, and he's very familiar with my body. Girls with boyfriends have told me that if a man has been with the same woman for a while, he won't be as aroused with her anymore. While I don't feel that way much—because my teacher still frequently asks me out—it's true that he used to get hard faster and really hard when we were together, and he'd secrete fluid that flowed from his penis. He said it was because he was too excited… Today, although his initial reaction wasn't very strong, perhaps because my reaction was too intense, a little different from usual, he became increasingly excited. It turns out men do react to women's reactions. The way I was so eager to be fucked under him probably really excited him. His huge penis rubbed against my soft lower abdomen more and more vigorously, becoming thicker and harder. When I freed one hand to grasp it, I felt he was well-prepared. He didn't let me touch him too much, probably afraid I'd ejaculate uncontrollably. He propped himself up, probably preparing to actually have sex with me. Although I was impatient, I felt a little embarrassed while waiting for him to take off his pants and enter me. I stopped playing with my breasts because he could now see my overly erotic actions. I turned my head to the side, trying not to look him in the eye, hiding my slutty nature. Heh, my strangely repressed slutty personality... But the wait seemed a bit long, and down there, it felt like something strange was pressing against me. I turned back to see what he was doing and gasped. The teacher hadn't taken off his pants, but the crotch buttons of my blouse, which he'd been rubbing so hard they were burning, were completely undone. A wet, black fabric, almost twisted into a rope, lay spread across my lower abdomen. (I had no idea when he'd unbuttoned it, because my genitals were already red, swollen, and numb from his handling. Actually, this kind of physical stimulation didn't give me much intense pleasure, because my genitals are quite tender. Although I was very aroused and already quite wet, the pain he caused diminished that pleasure. However, these actions gave me a lot of psychological satisfaction, because I felt needed by him, and that he really wanted me. The teacher seemed to enjoy a bit of SM-like experiences, and supposedly, this was why he and his ex-wife weren't very compatible.) Because his ex-wife thought his needs were abnormal and too domineering. In short, he liked to torture me or watch me torture myself, and he trained me to accept this kind of rough yet gentle feeling, as long as it wasn't too painful. Now he basically needs this kind of masochistic feeling to move on to the next step and begin to embrace real pleasure. Besides his own different desires, it's also because of my weakness and compromise. We are two extremes; he is very strong and I am very delicate. I've always been instilled with this idea by him: if he doesn't use some ruthlessness, he can't penetrate me. Because my whole body was focused on the intense pleasure in my nipples, I was already dizzy and didn't know if he was doing it through the fabric or if he had already unbuttoned his shirt and reached in to rub my private parts. Now what surprised me most was that he had somehow pulled out a tool I had never seen before and was inserting it into my lower body. It was straight, unlike the artificial penis he usually used, and the base was connected to some thin, lace-like strings, but it seemed to have some kind of core inside, not the flat, soft material of lace. "What are you doing... this is..." After a brief moment of passion, my voice was hoarse as I asked him softly. The teacher looked up at me, a hint of pity mixed with a dangerous feeling that I rarely saw in him, and now I was really nervous. I wanted to prop myself up to see what strange thing he was putting inside me. I didn't want to go too far; after all, I'm still a traditional girl who wants to get married and have children, and I was afraid he would ruin my body. Although he had really been training me to be more and more seductive lately, it was mostly to satisfy his desires, and he usually didn't do anything too outrageous, so I just accepted it... He stopped and said, "If you don't want to get hurt, lie down." "Tell me what this is..." I persisted. He sighed and explained, "I just wanted to try out this new toy. Why are you so nervous? Would I hurt you?" I couldn't say anything to refute him for a moment. I was also quite tired from all the rehearsals and performances, which had already taken several hours, so I lay down again, letting him do as he pleased. I was really submissive to the person I liked. Sigh. Taking advantage of the lubrication below and the numbness from his playing, he quickly pushed a large section of that straight thing into my lower body. During the process, I could still feel strong resistance, but he kept using his hands to spread my legs wide, allowing my vagina to dilate to its maximum. "Okay," he said. Then he told me to sit up. The thing wasn't actually long, only about 5 or 6 centimeters, but it was made of a very hard material, not silicone, but some kind of hard plastic. It couldn't bend with my body, and the last part was sticking out, so I moved very carefully. I was practically pulled up by the teacher, and then I supported myself as I slowly lowered myself onto the seat. My face grew increasingly red because of this thing I didn't know was inserted into my lower body. When I sat down, I didn't dare close my legs; instead, I had to spread them wide so it could go straight up and fully enter my vagina. Because I had to sit upright, I also had to make my already swollen and discolored breasts and nipples even more erect. I don't know why, but feeling like a slave in front of the person I loved felt incredibly shameful and humiliating. Finally, I fully inserted it into my body. The thin ropes connecting the hard rod emerged from my lower body, scattering across my inner thighs, which were flushed from the teacher's thrusts, and some were pressed between my legs, passing through my plump, pink buttocks, which the teacher had also played with, rubbing against my anus. The shame grew stronger. My genitals, which had been numb and swollen from his play, actually felt a renewed desire because of this shame. Knowing that the teacher hadn't missed a single movement of mine, I desperately wanted him to close his eyes… but I didn't dare. Our relationship had always been one of me submitting to him. Holding his thighs, I shyly asked the teacher what to do with the ropes, and whether we were going back to his place. He didn't answer, but just grabbed one of my hands and rubbed it against his crotch. He was incredibly hard; I didn't know how he could resist touching me. He just hurriedly unzipped his pants, then grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his underwear until he couldn't help but let out low, lustful moans. Each rub was more intense than the last, and I could only endure the pain in my hand. Finally, he let out a long, muffled groan and ejaculated. My hand felt like it was about to break from his grip. Yet he still held it tightly, my hand enveloped in a pool of warm semen through his underwear. My God. Teachers are usually hard for me to finish with my hand. He always complains that I'm not strong enough or fast enough. I don't know what's wrong with me today, I'm so excited… After a long while, he finally let go of me. I pulled my hand back, the pungent smell of semen filling the air around me, my hand wet. I instinctively wiped it on my ripped blouse, not daring to ask him what else he wanted, whether he'd satisfied tonight. With him, I'm always very passive. Even when I sometimes lose myself in front of him, it feels like I'm being forced into it.
We sat quietly. After a long while, he seemed to come to his senses. He turned his head and said to me, "I'll take you back to the dorm. Put your clothes back on." I was greatly disappointed. He was satisfied with himself and then ignored me. There was a party tonight, so the girls' dorm management was a bit more relaxed. I could have gone to his place. But he inserted this thing—I don't know what it is—into my body, satisfying his own perverted fetish, and then he thought he could just get rid of me… I felt wronged. I thought that when I got back, I would pull this piece of junk out and never fall for this man's tricks again. Now I understand. He really was just like he said at the beginning; he was with me only for my body. What else could I expect? Although I didn't dare to say anything directly, I could still sulk. I didn't want to talk to him anymore and was about to just stuff myself into my clothes and be done with it, starting to seriously consider ending this purely physical relationship. But then he suddenly remembered something, bent down, pulled the ropes protruding from my lower body, and started tying them up one by one. I don't know why, but as soon as he got close to me, I froze, only following his instructions to sit up and let him manipulate my body… He was very focused, quickly tying a seemingly complex rope around my thighs and waist. Then I noticed a small mechanism on my side; once the buckle engaged, the originally lewd rope immediately emitted a dark red light from its core. I didn't want to speak, but I couldn't help asking him what it was. He was silent for a moment, then said, "It's a lock." I was stunned. A lock… It took me a while to realize that this thing inserted into my body and tied around my thighs and waist wasn't a toy, but something to lock my body! I looked at him in horror, but he looked back at me deeply, then leaned down, cupped my face, and said something I'll never forget: "I'm going to lock you up, you're too sexy."
I don't know why, but my teacher had never said anything like "I like you," but this sentence felt like the most direct confession I'd ever heard from him. Although he had this tough and dark side to his personality, he only showed it to me. He always had a good reputation among his students and colleagues. As far as I know, he doesn't have any other women besides me. Locking me up… so is he jealous of me and other men? Like I'm insanely jealous of him and other women… Is jealousy a form of love? Inexperienced as I was, wearing the chastity lock my teacher gave me, I was caught in a whirlwind of thoughts about our inexplicable relationship as he slowly drove into the girls' dormitory…
I don't know how I dragged my swollen, ravaged body to the bed. Almost everyone in the dormitory could see my exhaustion. I didn't ask him how I could get him to remove the lock. I silently felt this was a big step forward in my teacher's acceptance, even though it was perverse, I actually felt a little sweet. I must be crazy. But in the latter half of the night, sin came. I started to want…
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