Submissive

To Keep Her Job

De: Annie Anston

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

A young woman deep in debt due to her student loans is finishing her first year of teaching. Her subservient nature has captured the attention of some of her students. As they reach age eighteen and graduate, three of them join forces to plot her sexual exploitation. They set her up to look like a predator, then manipulate her for their own nefarious pleasures.

Excerpts: They put me into fake pornography, then used that and drugs to get me into the real thing, lots of it. The School Board would terminate me if they saw any of it. It wouldn't matter to them that they are all consenting adults, in a private residence, and have been responsible for all of it. They wouldn't do a detailed investigation; they'd just fire my ass.”

“Gemma, I'm afraid I'm turning into a bit of a pimp,” confessed Jeri.

“What do you mean?”

“Benji wants to be with you.”

“Don't do this to me! Please!”

It set an alarming, foreboding precedent. Jeri motioned with her hand for some payment from Benji. He handed her a dollar.

“A dollar?! One freaking dollar?!” shouted a distressed Gemma.

“You're right, too much.” She handed him some change. “Now be nice to him.” - - -

“My mistress won't let me get into her bed, Master. Since I'm naked and not allowed to use the furniture unless invited, I need to find someplace warm. The floor is too cold and hard to sleep on.”

“I see.” She was about to beg to get into bed with him. He loved it. A good-looking young woman on her hands and knees begging to sleep with him. It was surreal. She hoped for an offer, he wanted her asking for it, pleading.

“Master, may I sleep with you?”

“Is this something you would normally do, Miss Grimes, on your knees begging to get into a man's bed?” He loved that line.

“No, Master.”

He turned out the light and climbed under the covers, leaving her alone in the chilly darkness. - - -

“I copied down the numbers from your cell phone, Gemma.”

“Why?”

“As insurance. If your enthusiasm wanes, which it might, I'd prefer to not email the photos and videos to the School Board. I'd lose control of you. Instead, I'll send them to your friends and family.”

“I'm being cooperative, Jeri.” - - -

The two young women continued working together with an assortment of household chores, the agreeable housekeeper wearing the vibrating panties. A few hours later, Randy returned home from work, made a cocktail, and sat down to read the newspaper. The remote control sat on the tabletop.

What's this?” he asked. He pushed the button to see if the TV went on.

“Oh, sir!” shrieked Sarah, squirming about and promptly bending over in an excited state. “Please stop!”

The girls explained the circumstances. He loved it. He boldly hit the button again. Sarah screeched again. “Sorry, I couldn't resist.” He chuckled, put the toy remote back where he'd found it and returned to his newspaper.

“Perhaps I should adjust it to a lower setting,” said Gemma. - - -

“There's a game Miss Grimes and I like to play. It's evolved over the years, Bobbi. It's called 'Submissive to keep her job'. Do you want to keep yours?”

“Yes, very much so, Miss Stone!”

“After dinner, thank him for his contributions to your profit-sharing. Ask us for permission to undress for him.”

“Oh my God, my husband would kill me!”

Who is going to tell him? Not us, not Mr. Smith. It's covered by the NDA. What's a little nudity? You're not getting any younger, dear. Flaunt it while you got it. Entertain us with a little naughty behavior or leave your hundred k of profit-sharing on the table and go home. Up to you.”

“Mr. Smith has arrived, Ma'am,” the butler informed them. - - -