Alice was a bit lost. What kind of proof of obedience could the middle-aged teacher want out of her? She was already fully naked, with a humiliatingly cheap dog collar around her neck, and she had given him two blowjobs since he had picked him up from work. I mean... As far as submission went, what more could he possibly need?
Knowing her devious master, the 19-year-old girl knew the answer to that question might be a tricky one, though...
"For starters, I want you to take the cigarettes you got hidden in your handbag, Miss Thornwood," Mr. Thompson said, his erect penis still sticking out of his pants.
The young blonde was disconcerted by his request, but she obeyed. After she reached inside the bag and retrieved her pack of cigarettes, the old professor gestured for her to light one up and she took one puff, feeling awkward to smoke while standing naked in the middle of a room with drool and precum soaking her breasts.
"Now, blow your fume on me," Mr. Thompson ordered, very calmly.
Alice hesitated. Was it a new kink of his? That didn't sound like him, but he had asked her to prove her docility. Hence, she complied, breathing smoke in the face of the homeroom teacher who had once scolded her for lighting a cigarette on school grounds.
"Do... Do you like that, sir?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Like it?" he coughed, shaking his hand to clear away the smoke. "I absolutely hate it! Which person in her right mind would enjoy suffocating like that?"
"B... But you told me..."
"I don't care, give me that piece of garbage."
Mr. Thompson snatched it from her hand and unceremoniously extinguished it in the ashtray, before taking the whole pack and throwing it in the kitchen's trashcan.
"Now, you listen to me, girl. That puff of the cigarette you blew in my face was your last one. Ever. Understand?"
Alice was confounded. What was he playing at, exactly?
"Wait, are you... Forbidding me from smoking?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly. I saw you blow on one of those death sticks while you waited for me on the side walk. It reminded me of when smart-ass students hid behind the gym to try marijuana, thinking the whole school staff didn't know exactly what they were up too. My daughter Stacey was one of them, and so were you. Isn't that right, Miss Thornwood?"
"I... Well, I did go behind the gym to smoke sometimes, but never weed," she answered, surprised to have to justify herself on something so random.
"Drugs or not drugs, legal or illegal, you're not allowed to touch those anymore. Is that clear, girl?"
"Is it because you think it makes me look unladylike?"
"Unladyli... Who cares about femininity? Cigarettes turn your teeth yellow, they make your skin age prematurely, they give frigging cancer. Ain't that reason enough to stop?"
The young blonde was increasingly confused. Mr. Thompson sounded like the boring guy who came to Fowland High to raise awareness on the dangers of drugs, alcohol and tobacco. Was the creepy old man... worried about her health? What the hell was up with that?
After everything he had done to her, hearing him play the overprotective dad was strange. Yet... Alice kind of dig it. Being sexually dominated by an older male figure was a turn on for her, but she also enjoyed being cared for. She started to feel all mushy inside from her Daddy's mindfulness, until she noticed mischief in his eyes.
Shit. As usual, he didn't do it out of kindness of heart, huh? The fucker always had ulterior motives. The nasty old man took a big brown cigar out of a box on the coffee table, before turning to the nude blonde and gesturing for her to get her igniter.
"Come on baby, light my fire," he said, munching on the piece of tobacco.
Alice obeyed, taking the firestarter and lighting her professor's cigar. All along, she wondered what game he was playing. Despite the many times they had sex together, she could never figure out what he was up to. The guy was an enigma...
"So, what do you say?" he asked. "Do you accept my order, will you stop smoking?"
Once he finished his sentence, he blew smoke in the collared blonde's face, the same way she had done to him earlier. Only, his fume was significantly fouler and more nauseating. Alice had a hard time refraining from coughing.
"You called yourself my propriety, Miss Thornwood," the evil old man insisted, smiling and revealing his yellowing teeth. "I can't well have a possession of mine damaging itself without my permission now, can I?"
Ooooh, so that's what it was! Mr. Thompson didn't want her to end a bad habit of hers, he wanted to preserve her. Ordering her to stop smoking amounted to treat her as a pretty little doll, an object of his he wanted to remain intact and unspoiled.
As for the reason why he blew in her face, it was probably a reminder of the fact that, whatever he demanded her to do, he had no intention of applying the same standard to himself. It was his way of underlining the fact he was the one enacting the rules, not the one following them...
Yet, Alice couldn't help but feel like there was another layer to it. Despite the fact he regarded her as a mere commodity, there were still hints he also did it for her well-being... At least, she hoped so.
"I accept," the young blonde finally said, kneeling in front of him. "You're my owner, any deterioration I inflict on my body is a deterioration on your property."
The overweight professor smirked, pleased to see her put herself in the palm of his hand once more.
"Good, Miss Thorwood. Very good. But my daughter Stacey promised she'd stop smoking over and over, yet she never did. I'm not being played for a fool, I need to make this lesson stick. Open your mouth, slave..."
Alice obediently parted her lips and pulled her tongue out, expecting him to plunge his cock back inside to make her finish her blowjob. How eager she was to finally feel him finish inside her mouth! The mere thought of it made her wiggle her little ass in excitement.
Then, she saw the 55-year-old man move his lit cigar in her direction, and her blood ran cold.
"W... Wait, hold on a sec!" he said, fearfully. "What do you intend to do with that?"
"Who do you take me for?" Mr. Thompson replied, calmly. "I just told you I wanted my possession to remain intact. Do you think I'd be sadistic enough to harm you?"
Alice reflected for a second. The old man was often rough during their intercourse, but he never hurt her. Well, he did enjoy spanking her a lot, but considering how much that excited her too, she couldn't really count it as mistreatment...
Hence, she believed him when he said he didn't intend to inflict pain on her. Mr. Thompson's games were different, they revolved around power play. Ever since their relationship started, he pushed her further and further down the road of depravity, making her accept increasingly degrading kinks. This was just the next limit he wanted to see whether or not she would cross. A new wall for her to breach...
Most of all, it was his way of finding out if she still had some defiance left in her. If she still held on to some shred of decency from her past life, or if she was finally fully domesticated. Between the lines, her master was asking if she truly had accepted her place as his dedicated sex slave. To that vile and horrid question, Alice had only one answer...
"You're right, I shouldn't doubt you, sir," she said. "I pledged to become yours to toy with as you please, and you made me understand how important it is to stand by one's word. I am no liar, master. If you wish to use me this way, I'll comply. I trust you, Daddy."
"Trust, aye? So I'm not only testing you, you're also testing me in return?" he chuckled. "Smart girl. I love how you and I perfectly understand each other now, Miss Thornwood. We're perfectly compatible, despite our age gap. Maybe because of it, actually! We were meant for each other. Now, be a dear and open your slut mouth. I'll use you as my ashtray."
Alice blushed from being praised. She was so happy her Daddy acknowledged her efforts! And he was right, they had reached a point where they understood each other on a deeper level. Their relationship wasn't only physical anymore, it also was psychological.
The nude blonde obeyed his order and pulled out her tongue submissively, ready to prove her dedication. Mr. Thompson took a puff of his cigar, before bringing it above Alice's head. He waited for a few seconds, then tapped the piece of tobacco lightly. Some ashes landed on her tongue. They were hot, but not much hotter than a cup of tea. Not enough to hurt her, as he promised.
"Eat it." he commanded.
Alice looked him in the eyes and obeyed, ingesting the warm and crispy ashes of Mr. Thompson's cigar. It wasn't a sexual act anymore, he didn't do that to feel stimulated. It was a move to assert his absolute dominance over her. To show her how little she meant to him, and that, in his mind, she didn't deserve anything more than being his human ashtray.
"You let some fall on the floor, stupid girl," he said, meanly.
Alice looked down and noticed the smoldering remains on the concrete floor. Mr. Thompson tapped on his cigar again, making additional ashes fall while smiling. The pretty blonde didn't protest and knelt in front of the evil old man, bringing her face next to the cinders.
"Of course, Daddy," she replied. "I'm sorry to dirty your nice apartment."
The leashed blonde started to lick the cigar's embers off the floor, feeling the taste of dirt invade her mouth. The professor kept on letting ashes fall and she kept on eating them. He was treating her as poorly as a vacuum cleaner, and the humiliation made her pussy shiver in delight.
"Amazing," Mr. Thompson chuckled. "You truly are lapping it up. Even knowing how much of a sorry slut you are, I thought I finally reached your limit. I'm asking you to eat trash off my dirty floor, and you accept without a second thought. Your eagerness to please astounds me, Miss Thornwood. You must really love me from the bottom of your heart to do such a thing for me."
That, she did. Alice had come to accept it, she had hopelessly fallen in love with her evil professor. More so than in any of her previous relationships.
There was no point for him to try to find her limit, she had none. The more he scorned and belittled her, the more she loved him. She didn't care about her dismissal from Aphrodite, about her missing mom, about her debt. The only important thing in her life was to please the old sleazebag who had tamed her, and she would never fail to do so. Because how could she refuse anything to her sweetheart, to the love of her life?
"Do you get it now, you dumb slut?" he said. "Smoking amounts to eating charcoal. The next time I see you with a cigarette, I'll make you eat the ashes of a whole cigar, understood?"
"I understand, Daddy," Alice replied. "I won't lie to you the way your daughter did, I'll never smoke again."
"Good. Now, why don't you clean my shoes too, while you're at it?"
That fucking bastard. No amount of self-humiliation was ever enough for him, was it? Yet, Alice obeyed and started to lick Mr. Thompson's black leather shoes. They were worn-out, and she recalled him wearing them when coming to class. It would have felt baffling if she had known back then that she would one day end up kissing and licking them while being held naked on a leash.
"That's right, you pathetic whore," the old man said, while tugging on her leash. "I want to see them shine once you're done."
"Of course, Daddy," she replied, running her soft tongue on the shoes he had just worn outside. "I'll leave them spotless."
Once it was done, Mr. Thompson raised his leg and inspected his foot, before nodding.
"You're a decent carpet sweeper, Miss Thornwood, I'll give you that. But you're an even better shoe shine brush. You really are a jack of all trades, aren't you?"
"Thank you, sir," she replied, gulping down the last remnants of dirt on her tongue. "I'm glad to be useful."
"Oh, you are. Yet, the task you're best at is still as a cocksucker..."
He pulled on her leash to make her raise her head toward his waist. His cock was still fully erect and throbbing. Even though she hadn't stimulated him directly, her show of submission had quite an effect on him! But Mr. Thompson was done with mind games. He took a fistful of her hair to lead her next to his crotch, where he impaled her mouth on his dick.
After the dirty stuff she had just ingested, her old professor's manhood didn't taste nasty anymore. It was actually delicious on her palate.
"That's right," he grunted, moving her head on his cock while smoking his cigar. "That's how a good Daddy dominates his bitch daughter! The only cigar you'll get to smoke from now on is this one, you unruly slut!"
Alice moved her tongue all around his massive cock, delighted to have its flavor invade her mouth again after the dirt and ashes. The older man's taste was so much better... She couldn't get enough of it! She started to rub her pussy, feeling extremely close to climax.
"So enthusiastic, so thorough and diligent..." Mr. Thompson grinned, delighted to see her moan and masturbate while she choked on his rod. "You never disappoint me, Miss Thornwood. Here's your reward for proving obedient."
He moved her mouth up once or twice more, then grunted and finally flooded her mouth with his cum. Alice fingered herself to orgasm while she felt the salty and mucky sperm of her Daddy saturate her taste buds. She shook all over, moaning with her mouth full, and he let her go.
Just like she had done in the car, she didn't swallow just yet, letting the semen slowly fall from her lips and onto her breasts and belly. She moved it around with her tongue, as if in a trance. She had found Mr. Thompson's semen foul at first, but that was no longer the case. It was an acquired taste. Feeling it her mouth put her brain abuzz. She relished it!
"So, what d'you think?" said the evil teacher, amused to see her so exhilarated. "Better than a cigarette, isn't it?"
"Much better, sir," she replied. "Sooo~~~ooo much better... I think I'm hooked on it."
"You might be even more messed up than I am. You really hid your deviant side well back in Fowland High, Miss Thornwood."
Alice finally swept the cum away from her face. She had come to the same conclusion, she had gone bat shit insane these past few months. She had done things, enjoyed things, she would have never thought of doing before. But she didn't care. Rarely had she felt as happy and fulfilled as now! And she didn't want reality to come knocking at her door and ruin her fun...
"I love you, Daddy," she suddenly say, looking back at Mr. Thompson. "I love you so much I could die from it! Please, I don't want to go back home. Will you let me stay? Please, will you let me stay with you in this wonderful place? Not just for the night, but for as long as you'll be able to tolerate having me over."
The four-eyed professor put his belt back on and looked at the young blonde covered with body fluids kneeling in front of her. He reached for her neck and undid her leash.
"Stay here?" he replied. "In this shithole of a place with an old perv three times your age? Are you sure about that, Miss Thornwood?"
"I am, sir. I just lost my job and I won't be able to pay you rent, but... I promise I'll find ways to make myself useful to you! I'll clean the apartment, cook your food, iron your shirts. Please, Daddy, please, let me stay with you! I can become your slave maid!"
"A slave maid? Now, that is one generous offer, Miss Thornwood. But if you really are to move in with me, you must understand what it entails. Follow me..."
Alice raised a curious eyebrow and her old teacher extended his hand in her direction to help her up. He brought her to the bedroom, which she hadn't visited yet. When he opened the door, her heart skipped a beat. Mr. Thompson got behind her and put his broad wrinkly hands on her slim shoulder, grinning while he felt his former high school student shiver while she contemplated the objects he had arranged on his bed.
"Are those... Are all those for me, Daddy?" Alice stuttered, putting her hand above her mouth in surprise.
"Of course they are," he answered. "Every. Single. One..."
The bed was covered with sex toys. Leathers cuffs, whips, vibrators, blindfolds, buttplugs, you name it, everything seemed to be there! Alice had understood Mr. Thompson had a thing for this kind of stuff when he had ordered her to wear an anal plug and a vibrating egg on their first date, but that was... That was something else. She took a step forward to look at them closer.
"They... They look new," she only managed to say.
"They are. Why did you think I took so long to get to the sidewalk you waited on? I went to the nearest sex shop and bought the whole pack once I received your text about being booted out from Aphrodite. Since you're going to have a lot of free time, I thought you'd want to keep your mind off things."
So he had prepared for it the moment she had texted him? It meant the very second he had heard his favorite barely legal broke stripper was on the street, he had run to buy this massive bundle hoping she would come to him. It was a worrying thought, yet Alice was actually touched by his gesture. Nonetheless, she knew the old perv had every intention of making good out of his investment on all those toys... It made her intimate parts tingle in advance.
"So, what do you say, Miss Thornwood?" Mr. Thompson asked, patting her shoulder. "Still interested in moving in with me?"
The 19-year-old girl arched her back and took long anal plug made out of glass in her hand, touching it and imagining what it would feel like inside. She had so many options to choose from, it was almost too much!
"Does it mean what I think it means, sir?" she asked. "Do you intend to try all those toys on a girl your daughter's age who only asked you to become your tenant?"
"Precisely, little slut. I want to see you moan or choke on every single one of these. They're new, but they won't remain so for long..."
Alice shivered. Such a response shouldn't have made her curious and excited, but it reaa~~~aally did!
"Then I think it's a deal I can live with," the pretty blonde girl replied, mischievously. "Thanks for your thoughtful welcome present, Daddy. I think I'll feel right at home, here."
Mr. Thompson grinned and put his hand on Alice's rear, grabbing her ass firmly. She shivered and smiled back at him, aroused by his dominating grasp on her body.
"Perfect. Then go wash all that muck off your face before we get started. Let's see how much of a mess I can make of my sweet high school student.
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