EP.1 Have sex 

The sun was just starting to set when she finally made it home from school. She had such a long day with all those boring lectures and annoying classmates. All she wanted was to go home, kick off her shoes, and relax. Little did she know that today was going to be anything but relaxing.

As she entered her room, she noticed something strange. There was a small black box sitting on her desk with a note attached. “Open me when you’re alone,” it read in a delicate handwriting. Curious, she picked up the box and slowly opened it. Inside was a sleek, high-tech looking camera, along with a note that said, “Smile for the camera.”

She looked around her room, slightly spooked, but saw no one. Figuring it must be some kind of prank, she shrugged and put the camera back in the box, ready to forget about it. But then, seemingly out of nowhere, a soft chime sounded, and the camera turned itself on. At the same time, her laptop screen turned on, and a video chat window popped up.

“Hello, Mistress,” a deep, male voice said from the laptop screen. She was terrified at first, until she realized she recognized that voice. “Mr. Johnson?!” she gasped. Mr. Johnson was her old history teacher who had transferred to another school earlier this year.

“You look surprised, Emily,” he chuckled. “Did you really think I had forgotten about you?” She started to shake her head no, but then he continued. “No? Well, maybe I should refresh your memory a bit.”

On the screen, she saw herself in one of Mr. Johnson’s history classes. She had just turned 18 a few months ago when he was still her teacher. “Do you remember what happened in this class?” he asked. “I had you stay after class and… intensively tutored you, didn’t I?”

She blushed, and looked away, reminding herself of that day. She had been struggling with one of the lessons, and Mr. Johnson had offered to help her after class. But instead of academic tutoring, he had taken advantage of her inexperience and touched her body in ways she had never been touched before.

“Hehe, of course you remember,” he continued, making her even more red. “I bet you’ve fantasized about that day many times since then, haven’t you? Well, your fantasies are about to come true, Mistress. I’ve set up cameras all over your house, and I’m going to make you do all sorts of naughty things for me.”

“I don’t… I can’t…” she stammered, shaking her head. But Mr. Johnson cut her off.

“Yes, you will,” he said firmly, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “Or else I’ll show this video to everyone at school. Think about what will happen if they find out you were getting taught how much of a shopkeeping girl you are in your own classroom.”

She gulped, realizing he was right. With the cameras everywhere, he had her right where he wanted her. “What… what do you want me to do?” she asked quietly, looking down at her legs.

“Good girl,” he said, sounding pleased. “Here’s your first assignment. No, two assignments actually. First, you’re going to show me what you did in the bathrooms at school with your friends. I know you were a bad influence there. And second, satisfy yourself for me. Show me how much you like to touch yourself.”

She blushed an even deeper red, feeling both humiliated and turned on. She slowly got up and went into the bathroom, watching Mr. Johnson the whole time. In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, feeling dirty and ashamed. She heard Mr. Johnson’s voice on the speakers around the room, getting her to strip naked for him, just like she used to do with her friends. Like a good girl, she obeyed.

Once she was fully naked, she started touching herself the way he wanted. Slowly at first, hesitant and shy, until Mr. Johnson praised her and told her to do it faster, harder. Pretty soon, pleasure was all she could focus on as she rubbed her tender young pussy, moaning quietly for him.

“Very good,” Mr. Johnson commented after a few minutes. “You have an amazing natural talent. But now it’s time for your next assignment.”

She opened her eyes and saw him back on the screen, grinning at her like a predator. “I have an important job for you that will take a few hours. I want you to go get something big and bumpy from your parents’ room. You know, the thing they use to satisfy your daddy when he needs it. Then when you bring it back, you’re going to put it inside your most private place and rock it like you’re on a rollercoaster.”

She flushed bright red at his crude instructions. She could hardly even say the words vibrator, but now Mr. Johnson was telling her to put it inside her pussy and ride it. With a trembling hand, she slowly went to her parents’ room, found what he wanted, and brought it back. She laid down on her bed and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the cameras as she slid it inside herself with trembling hands, biting her lip to keep from crying out at the sensation.

“You’re a champ, Emily,” Mr. Johnson said when she was done, pushing it back and forth inside herself like a ragdoll. “A true natural born nympho. I truly wish I could join the fuck, but I think our time has been good for now. Why don’t you come visit me after school some time, and we can continue your education in private? I promise I’ll teach you lots of new lessons.”

She couldn’t even look at the screen anymore. She just lay there whimpering softly as the vibrator buzzed between her legs, crying out “Okay” over and over again until Mr. Johnson finally disconnected the call. She wondered how she would ever face him again after this humiliation, but somehow, she knew she would. Because as disturbing as it was, a part of her was eager to get another lesson.