u/Frozensalesguy

*** Thought this would be the last part, but I found myself getting taken with the story more to come !***

Part 6 :
https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1ue9dcs/comment/ousgmkf/?context=3

Waking, the journey home a blur, I lay in my bed bearing it all. Now, after the woods and the way my goddesses opened my eyes, threads felt even heavier upon my skin. As I looked up at my ceiling, I closed my eyes to remember how exposed I was, hidden in the trees. I felt the wind come in through my open window, a pale reflection of the breeze in those woods.  I opened my eyes back to the reality of my old bedroom and reached for my phone, remembering the image Miss Forsythe sent me late last night. I reopened the image, the painting still in works, yet the intention so easily seen. She was capturing a very vulnerable yet powerful moment for me, and I felt a visceral emotional connection to it. I lay my phone on my chest. And felt the excitement of being under their power once more, at their mercy. I could feel my Cock pulsating against the silicone strap confining me. At this point, the thought of self-pleasure was not even on my mind, for my devotion and lust for the two goddesses who held my pleasure at their whim was true. I longed for their touch, their demands, and even their ire. 
My cock was thirsting to be released, but their power was overwhelming, and I had come this far.

I lay there for some time, living in my vulnerability on top of my sheets, longing to be in the forest once again. My hand on my phone, waiting, anticipating their next message. As I closed my eyes thinking once again of my time in the woods, I took a deep breath. However, my serenity was quickly broken when I heard my door open. I rushed my hand to pull some of my bedsheets to cover my pulsating cock as swiftly as I could. 

“I'm sorry, Jason”, my mother proclaimed, covering her eyes. 
“It's 9 a.m. I thought to make sure you were ok after your party last night,” she continued, doting on me. 

“Thanks, mum. I'm sorry, I should have locked the door” I said, covering myself more. I was hoping she had not seen my throbbing cock constrained by the silicone cock ring entrapping it. 

“Do you want breakfast?” she asked, turning to face out the door,

“No, I'm ok, thanks mum”, I responded, hoping she would take the hint to leave. 

“Ok”, she said, closing the door behind her. 
I took another deep breath, uncovering my still enraged cock, un disturbed by possibly being caught. In fact, I think I felt the ring tighten around my cock and balls as I was almost caught. 
I found myself at a loss as to why I was still so excited, was it how much He had been edged, or was it the concept of being caught itself? I started to spiral in trying to understand my newfound lust.
Such mental exploration, however, fueled my want to feel pleasure again. I found my hand slipping down my body toward what was no longer mine. 
‘A little touch would not hurt, ’ I started to think as my hand slid down my stomach.
I was lost to my own want for pleasure; the thought of being caught had sparked a sense of rebellion in me. My hand touched the tip of my cock, begging to be enthused. 

I was stopped by a buzz on my phone, my ownership rushing back into my mind, and the sultry voices of my goddesses playing in my mind. ‘Our perverted little slut’
I looked, and it was just a check-in from Shane, much to my disappointment. 
I took this as a sign I needed to dress myself. Not only had my mother almost caught me, but if I lay here any longer, I was in danger of ruining all I had held out for.

I got dressed, headed down to the dining room, and started to distract myself as best I could, resigning that the message would come when my goddesses deem fit. 
An hour or so later, I was down in the dining area while my mother talked about her plans for the rest of the week, asking me more questions about my plans and how long I was going to stay. 
“I just need a little longer to clear my head”, I said, my mind more focused on my own release. 
“That's fine, Jason; you're always welcome”, she said, swiping on her iPad. But after a moment, she looked at me, a look of worry I had seen before. 
“Jason, if it's about this girl…” she began, looking over her device at me.
“Mum, I'm fine, just a little longer”, I said, trying to placate her concerns
“I know, dear, just don't let it hold you back from the life you have built on your own” My mother was just showing concern. In a way she was right, before I came back home I was on a career path that could be great for me. My boss had given me the time I needed, but that time would eventually run out. The world outside my devotion started to bleed in. 
“Thanks, Mum. I appreciate your concern, just a few more days” 

I knew I would have to face that reality soon, but I had made a promise to my goddesses; as real as that conversation was, they were still ever present in my mind. It was then that the anticipated message came through.
“Jason, are you excited to see us today?” Miss Forsythe messaged
All other reality slipped away at the sight of her message
“Yes, very!” I responded in haste; I did not want to leave them waiting,
Not long after, Mrs Ainsley sent through a message 
“I bet you're practically ready to burst”, she sent with a devil emoji 
I took a deep breath, feeling their hold on my cock and balls tightening slightly.
Feeling a need to impress my goddesses, I responded
“I am finding my every thought is haunted by you” as soon as i hit send I felt like a blabbering fool.
Yet a moment later, I received a message
“Then let this haunt you as you send us a proof you are so haunted,” Miss Forsythe responded, and a moment later, an image of her fully Nude looking down upon the camera. The powerful image had me raging in an instant.
It was then that I realised I was still in the dining room. I quickly made pleasant excuses to my mother and went up to my room. Not a moment in the door I stripped bare, and responded with a nude from above; I was not wasting any time. 
Barely a few seconds after Mrs Ainsley replied, 
“There is our pathetic little slut, he seems so eager to please” 
Miss Forsythe added 
“Perfect for tonight” 

I sat there in the nude and awaited their next demand; nothing else was of importance anymore. 
Then my phone started to ring, a video call. I braced myself and answered. 
“Hello, little toy” The sultry voice of Miss Forsythe was serene music to my ears
“You really are eager” the stern tone of Mrs Ainsley affecting my very core
“Eager to please” I replied, trying to impress them 
I heard a little laugh from Miss Forsythe before I heard Mrs Ainsley respond 
“Or eager to be pleased” she paused but a second before sternly pressing
“ Are you that desperate to release little slut?” 
I panicked a little. I mean, she was right. I had been on edge for so long; I wanted so badly to have their permission once again. Yet I collected myself. 
“Eager to serve,” I retorted. My cock twitching at the thought. 
It was then that Miss Forsythe spoke up 
“Good, you will need such devotion tonight” 
Mrs Ainley continued
“Come to Miss Forsythe's House at 6 pm, no later, no sooner”
I nodded to the camera, listening eagerly to their demands
“Wear something to impress and then wait at the curb” Miss Forsythe added 
Mrs Ainsley then looked sternly into the camera and proclaimed 
“Tonight you prove how devoted you really are; tonight we see if you have truly been holding all that dirty little cum in for us”
I felt my heart racing, and my mind was lost in thought of what they would do to me. 
“As you wish”, I managed to sputter, the anticipation building within me.
Miss Forsythe then continued
“Now, as for today, drink plenty of water and conserve your energy; we will be needing all of you tonight” 
Then they hung up the call, and I found myself disappointed that there was no play. I looked down at my throbbing cock and verbally proclaimed to it 
“Soon, we made a promise”

The rest of the day up til 5 pm was the longest day I can remember, between trying to distract myself with anything I could, only not be thwarted by thoughts of them. Whenever I did manage to escape them in my mind, I would receive a simple message in the chat: “3 more hours” from them. As if they were slowly basting me with my own lust, I would receive little messages. Nothing overtly sexual, just to remind me they were there. 
When it got to 5:30 pm, I showered and dressed in some nice clothes as they requested. I found myself thinking back to Miss Forsythe's mantra of ‘presentation is key ’, so I chose a nicer dress shirt and pants. I left my house and made my way to theirs. The entire Uber ride over, I swear my cock was solid with excitement. I arrived at the house at 5:55, remembering my instructions, I waited five minutes before I messaged. It was at this moment that I looked around and saw a few cars here; I assumed they were for a nearby party. I also saw another guy walking up the street, toward me. He looked at me and gave me a quick smile. To my surprise, he stopped in front of Miss Forsythe's house. I looked at him for a moment; he must have been in his late 40s, as tall as me, and very fit. He wore dress pants and a button-down shirt like me. He put his hand out to shake mine. 
“Hank, nice to meet you” he said, 
“Jason” I respond, a little confused, as I shook his hand
“Nice outfit, this your first time ?”  he asked so confidently and casually
“Uh, I,” I stuttered, but was stopped as I felt the buzz of my phone and Hank's phone also let off a tone. 
We both looked at our phones as I read, 
“6:01 Jason, Follow Hank, and don't keep us waiting for too long” Miss Forsythe messaged me.
Hank just looked at me and smiled. 
“Welcome, Jason. Let's get ready to serve” he gestured for me to follow. 
At first, I was a bit confused, but this was the demand. I followed Hank around to the side of the house at the garage. Hank knocked on the garage door, and a couple of moments later, the door opened, and there they were. 
Miss Forsythe and Mrs Ainsley both wore stunning Roman-style dresses, with gold and silver jewellery adorning them, the folds of their dresses barely containing their miraculous forms. Hank looked at me for a moment with a kind smile and then bowed his head to them. Taking this as instruction, I did the same.
“Inside”, Mrs Ainsley sternly proclaimed, and I followed suit. As we walked into the garage, they put a box in front of each of us. 
“Your belongings go in here, and they stay in here; everywhere else tonight you will remain bare and ready for the taking”
Mrs Ainsley began to proclaim, encircling us both. 
“Along with your existing restraints, you are to wear these” Miss Forsythe then handed us both an ornate mask and what seemed like leather cuffs for our wrists, feet and one for our neck.
“Is this understood?” Mrs Ainsley demanded a response 
“Yes” I said my eagerness showing
Hank responded with a simple “indeed”
It was then that the two Stood in front of Hank and looked him up and down, 
“This shirt again, Hank?” Mrs Ainsley asked 
“Forgive me”, Hank responded 
“Well, here is one way I know I will not see it again”, she said, then ripped open his button shirt and tore it off him, throwing the shirt to the side. 
I looked at this in shock for a second, but suddenly I felt the hands of Miss Forsythe slide up my chest to my chin and pull my face to look at her. 
Immediately, I was lost in those eyes again, remembering that moment I saw them on the porch but a few days ago. She slowly started to unbutton my shirt and pulled it off. A very different scene from what was happening to Hank next to me. 
“Jason, tonight is a little different from last time. You will be a toy not just to Mrs Ainsley and me,  but to our guests as well,” she said, undoing my pants, sliding her hand in to expose my throbbing cock.  She moved down to help me remove them and proceeded to tease my cock with her tongue. 
I saw next to me that Hank was stripping naked, as he stood fully bare, Mrs Ainsley grabbed what seemed to be a plastic cage around his Cock inspecting it. She then dangled a key from one of her necklaces in front of him. Miss Forsythe then took my clothes and boxed them as I stood there naked next to Hank. 

Mrs Ainsley looked to Hank and me and smiled a devilish smile, 
“Still so much to learn little slut” she then handed Hank his cuffs and made him put them on.
Miss Forsythe came, then put cuffs on my feet, and then came up to my hands. As she slid the leather cuffs on my wrists, she spoke in a more serious tone, 
“Now, Jason, answer me honestly: is this too much for you? If you like, you can stop me now, but once this last collar goes on your neck, you are ours tonight”
I looked at her, and I knew my devotion was clear. Without a second thought of what could occur, I knew all I wanted, there and then, was to serve. So I said simply, 
“No, Miss Forsythe, my everything is yours” 
I saw Hank give a slight approving nod, and Mrs Ainsley smiled,
“You continue to impress me, Jason. Let's see if you can keep that up tonight”, she said as she roughly collared Hank's neck and put on his Mask.
Miss Forsythe smiled at me. She gently moved to me and slid the collar around my neck, tightening it only slightly. As she put the Mask on my face, Mrs Ainsley continued with the Rules for the evening. 

“Through those doors, you are not Hank or Jason; you are slaves, here to serve at the whims of your masters, anything our patrons ask you deliver”, Mrs Ainsley proclaimed, standing in front of the door as Miss Forsythe encircled both of us, occasionally lightly touching mine or Hank's bare skin, as if she was inspecting us. 

“You will bring food and wine from the kitchen when asked, you will serve them however they ask, and you will please them however they see fit. After all, to them you are nothing but toys for amusement,” she continued as Miss Forsythe joined her by the door. 

“If you need a break for a moment or are asked to clean yourself up, you will do it here in the Garage bathroom”, Miss Forsythe explained, pointing to our amenities.

The two women looked at each other and nodded, 
“Wait here for a moment. Brace yourself, and when you’re ready, come out, grab a tray and begin your service, but don't keep us all waiting.” The two looked at us both, then moved through the door into the kitchen, closing it behind them. 

I stood a moment; this was more than I expected to be sure, but this was an experience I never thought I would get. Hank must have noticed my silence; he turned to me once again, speaking so confidently, contrasting with when he was in Mrs Ainsley's presence.
“You ok, mate? Ready to go?” he asked, nodding reassuringly
“Yeah, let's do this”, I responded, and Hank opened the door. 

I followed Hank through the door into Miss Forsythe's kitchen. This was the same kitchen as last time, but Miss Forsythe had decorated it all in a very ancient Roman style. Hank grabbed a tray of food, and I grabbed the drinks. 

It was then that the sounds of not only my 2 goddesses' voices but a few others caught my ear. I started to worry just how many women were here. It was then that Hank leaned over to me. 
“Follow my lead.” He started walking to the living space. I followed close behind, and as we rounded the corner, the women's chatter stopped. Within their silence, I felt my heart drop. I looked around at the 7 women, all in attire similar to that of Miss Forsythe and Mrs Ainsley. Some seemed in their late 40s or early 50s, while a couple were closer to my age. And in that moment, all of them looked stunning, all of them dressed beautifully, all ogling Hank and I. 

Miss Forsythe stepped forth and took a cup of wine from me and moved around my back, sliding her hand along my body, before exclaiming 
“Here lies my offering, young and virile” She slid her hand down my chest, showing off my body down to my cock. My penis had softened slightly out of shyness, but the moment her touch neared him, blood flow brought him back to full strength. As she teased my tip, she continued
“Brought to lust on repeated edge. He has sworn his load for our entertainment,” she looked me in the eye as she kept toying with my tip and finished explaining
“I encourage you all to tease and toy but not ruin one of our main events, if you can resist it” 

Miss Forsythe then took a second cup of wine from my platter and moved to the lounge, where Mrs Ainsley was lying in wait for her cup. As Miss Forsythe walked away and I watched how her dress in the light silhouetted her voluptuous ass, there was a small murmur among the women. I saw some of them bite their lip, and one began to run her hands up her leg, pulling her dress up seductively.

After a sip of wine, Mrs Ainsley proclaimed, 
“Forgive me, ladies, but all I have managed to procure is this pathetic specimen, a man who has given his everything to me, yet I find him lacking, so I bring him tonight for your pleasure, but none of his, you will see I have caged his beast, for such a perverted cuck of a man has not earned any release” 

I watched as Hank brought the food to the table in front of the lounge and bowed to her.
As she continued 
“Use it, tease it, make it long for release from its bonds, make this slave suffer, for suffering is what he deserves”, she finished proclaiming as she grabbed a Grape from the plate Hank had brought and ate it, looking deeply into his eyes. 

It was then that Miss Forsythe seemed to put on some ambient music, and then all at once the women moved toward Hank and me. One by one, they came to me. Some merely took a cup and leered at my form, others let their hands wander, at one point I felt 2 or 3 women sliding their hands along my body, one gave my ass a small squeeze, while another ran her hand down my chest, only stopping just below my navel. Once all my cups were gone, a younger woman approached me. Much to my shock, I had met this woman before; maybe it was the mask I wore or the excitement of my situation. But I had not realised that Julie was there, her ebony form in a glistening gold dress.  She looked deeply at my body and moved her hand to my inner thigh. After a sip of wine, she turned her head to Miss Forsythe, who was chatting with another of the women. 
“Such a hidden treasure you have brought to our enjoyment; how did this one come to fall into your seductive grasp?” As Julie spoke, I let out a little gasp as her hand slid to my cock, slowly running her fingertips around it, feeling its shape and size.  She smiled at my reaction. 
Miss Forsythe slowly came over to join her, but stopped to just watch as Julie teased and toyed. 
“This one came to me; in truth, I found him lost and wandering in the rain” 
Miss Forsythe then moved one of her hands to caress my back down to my ass. The two women took sips of wine and exchanged a look. Then, suddenly, Julie's hand went from gentle teasing to more thorough play, and Miss Forsythe tightly grabbed my ass. As Julie increased the pace, I felt that rush of pleasure I was longing for. Lost between the power of these two women, I dropped the empty tray I was holding, and both women stopped. I breathed deeply and noticed my dropping of the tray had been noticed in the room. Julie laughed  and looked down at me as I went to pick it up,
“You do not lie; he is indeed ready to burst, a challenge I believe we will enjoy”, Julie proclaimed
The room laughed as I stood with the empty tray. Miss Forsythe looked at me with a devilish smile. 
“An empty tray serves no one, and an idle slave is ripe for the playing, best you serve, and keep busy until you are needed, little toy”, she said, approaching close to me, the smell of her perfume intoxicating. She leaned in to my ear and said
“Hold out, you little exhibitionist, no matter what they throw at you, I want you ready for our main event” Her hand slipped down to grab my balls and squeezed them tightly
“You won't let me down, will you?” she said, gripping my balls and looking into my eyes,
“No, I will hold”, I responded. Miss Forsythe released me, and I walked back to the kitchen to take a breath and to find another tray so I would not be found idle too many times. 

 I moved to the kitchen and put down the empty tray. My mind was buzzing, my heart was racing, and I could not tell whether I was anxious or excited. I took a deep breath, and then the truth coursed through me. I was loving every second. Hank entered the kitchen, and after looking around to make sure it was just us, he began talking to me in that confident, casual tone once more. 
“Hang in there mate, it seems they have big plans for you” he said, moving to arrange another tray of canapes. He watched me move to the counter, looking for my next task.
“Here, take this bottle of wine”, he said, opening a bottle of Red,
“Use this as your way to serve, hold the bottle presenting it in front of your chest, and the women will beckon you over when they want a refill” He demonstrated quickly before handing me the bottle. Before letting go, he looked at me and said
“Enjoy this, mate; we're mortals amongst Gods”
As Hank went back to arranging the canapés, I looked at the dichotomy of this man, so confident with me and then a moment later completely subservient to Mrs Ainsley and the other women.
I started to walk back to the living area and realised Hank was truly devoted, and I really had so much to learn. 

As I rounded the corner, bottle in hand, a couple of the older women made eye contact with me, and one gestured for me to come to them. As I approached, they continued talking, watching me and my body. One of the ladies, tall with raven-black hair, must have been in her early 40s, wearing a very sultry deep-green Roman dress, put her cup out to me. As I poured her wine, I saw her other hand suggestively reveal more of her tattooed skin as she fiddled with her dress. I referred to her as Raven, for that was what first drew my eyes to her. As the second woman, a brunette in her mid to late 40s, put her cup out to receive wine. She seemed to have more Jewelry on than the others and was wearing a more yellow Roman dress. I came to know her as Jewel. Raven began encircling me as she continued her conversation. 
“Mmm, she does indeed, virile and ripe for play”, she said, running a finger along my back
Jewel responded, “He looks absolutely delectable; no wonder she found interest in him”
I finished pouring the cup, and I looked up to meet Raven and Jewel’s eyes. I felt like prey looking into the eyes of two ravenous hunters, as Jewel reached out to touch me, she was interrupted, as we all heard 
“Wine” from another in the room. 
The two took a step back and gestured for me to follow their command. 
As I turned I saw sitting in the chair I once was confined to nights before, was a Younger woman, Must have been late 20’s her hair bleach blond almost white. The blue dress she wore was sheer and concealed none of her petite, delicate form. The blue of her dress reminded me of the Sky; I proclaimed her so in my mind. Sky lifted her cup, calling me over.
She watched me as I approached timidly and said, 
“You have the best way of picking them, but I wish to hear more about what games you have played” 
Sky said, awaiting her cup to be refilled, 
As I approached, I saw Hank enter out of the corner of my eye, working the room with his tray.

It was then that I heard Mrs Ainsley respond, 
“This offering has been more devoted than I first thought; there were many a time I thought he would fail, and yet he has held onto his conviction and his seed”
As I pulled the bottle back, Sky laughed a little, 
“But knowing you, I'm sure you tested his devotion thoroughly”, she said  before smiling and taking a sip, 
Mrs Ainsley laughed a little and then started telling them about our first night together.
I then moved around the room and filled Julie and Miss Forsythe’s cup, as I passed Hank I heard Mrs Ainsley yell at him and I. 
“Look at this mess, I want this all cleaned up immediately" I put the bottle of wine down on a side table and moved to tidy up the trays, Hank not far behind. The women watched us both closely. Just as we both stood to take things to the kitchen, Miss Forsythe proclaimed. 
“Once you have taken that to the kitchen, both of you are to return to us unburdened, for you will be our next event” A coo of “ooh” was heard from the women as we left for the kitchen. 

As we arrived at the kitchen, Hank put the trays neatly next to the kitchen sink, and moved to the garage, he looked at me and gestured for me to follow. 
“Should we be concerned about keeping them waiting?” I said, following him. 
Once we entered the garage, Hank removed his mask and poured two glasses of water. 
“Don’t worry mate, its obvious you are eager to serve, but to serve them the most we will need this” he said, drinking the water swiftly. 

I took Hank's lead and took this moment to clear my head and have a glass of water. 
We both took a moment to breathe and then put our masks back on, and headed back to the kitchen. I would need all the energy I could muster for what came next

Part 5 : 
https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1tn0bp0/the_teachers_who_remembered_me_part_5_m25f40sf40s/

In that moment, I realised once again I was pitching a large tent, and I had no time to correct as Shane burst through the door of my room as he often did.
"Jason, I'm not letting you skip this one, man, some of these guys haven't seen you since graduation."
Shane was a very old school friend, we were nerds and barely seen, but in his last year of school, Puberty hit Shane like a truck, and suddenly,y he was no longer into Games and more into gains. Shane, in the past few years, had started working as a Carpenter and was a pale shadow of the old nerdy kid I once knew. 
"You're right, I could use a distraction", I said, correcting my shirt as in my haste it was twisted weirdly. Shane smiled at me and came in for a hug. We had been texting, but we hadn't seen each other for a while. It's good to see you, mate, now let's get to this party," Shane exclaimed as he retreated from the brotherly embrace. 
"Party,  I thought it was just us guys… "I went to say as I grabbed my wallet and phone,
"Yes, but no, it's not often you are in town, and a couple of girls from my gym are tagging along"
Shane said with a devious look on his face, before heading for the door. 
I followed him to his car and jumped in. 
As I sat, I saw a message from my goddesses, a simple
"Be good little toy" from Miss Forsythe
I felt my cock twitch upon reading it and locked my phone swiftly. 

Shane and I arrived at Carls. By the time I got inside, I was swamped with old friends and people I knew from school. I was one of the ones who left after graduation, and it was interesting to see who stayed. I found people I would never have spoken to in school were there, and, like the great equaliser, adulthood, we all found pleasure in reminiscing about our old school days and where life had taken us. Carl, the gratuitous host, had come into money after school and bought a decent house just outside of town. When I asked Shane what Carl does, it was explained that Carl had started investing after school and was smart with his money. The party suggested otherwise, as around 30 to 40 people were here in his lavish abode, drinking, talking, and swimming in his pool. As I looked around, I saw Jason come out of the bathroom with a couple of Guys. I could only assume what he was getting up to, but as soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up. H rushed over to me. "Jason, I'm glad you came. Let me find you a drink. I want to hear all about your life in the big city" Carl was as flamboyant as I remembered him. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the kitchen, where 3 women were drinking wine. Shane brushed past me as he recognised them. I assumed his friends were from the gym. 
But Carl pulled me over to his fridge. 
"So I have been into this Casis Soda I got from Japan, you must try it…" Carl began to explain as he mixed a cocktail of blackcurrant and orange. I stood and smiled, knowing Carl would eventually let me speak. After a lengthy and often distracted description of his trip, the drink, and, at one point, yelling to his friend manning the music to 'put on some Nero', he eventually handed me a glass. He pulled me aside into his study, where the music was a little quieter. He sat on a red leather couch in front of a coffee table and invited me to sit with him. 
"So Jason, about Bec", he began, suddenly his words pointed and with intent, "do you want me to console you, tell you what a bitch she was, or is the whole thing just too much to handle?" Carl was always forward in his questioning. I laughed a little, and Carl knew this as his answer, 
"Well, she was a right bitch, so self-obsessed, and a gold digger at that" Carl took a sip of his drink, giving me a chance to speak up. 
"She's history, the trip here has been good, it's helped me move on" 
Carl's eyes looked at me almost as if he knew just how much,  and with a smirk, repeated
"Moved on, hey?" It was at this point that a woman came into the room, this one I recognised, it was Zoe, she was one of the nerdy crew from school,  she stood there in an old Band shirt and a more masculine haircut.  stood to greet her,
"Fuck, there he is, the big shot. Why are you hiding in here with Carl?"
She said, hugging me. 
"Carl and I were just catching up. It's good to see you, Zoe," I said as she looked to Carl, who just nodded, taking a large sip of his drink. 
"Well, Carl, you asked me to remind you about the pies, whatever that…" Zoe barely finished as Carl burst from his chair and out of the room. I shook my head and looked to Zoe. 
"Some things never change, I guess", I said as we both moved out to join the party.

I followed Zoe back to the kitchen, where Carl was fussing over an oven. To the side, I saw Shane watching Carl in the kitchen with three girls. All of them astoundingly attractive, as Shane saw me, he gestured Zoe and me over,
"Jason", he said, handing me a beer, ignoring the cocktail I already had in hand, as he gave one to Zoe, he continued, 
"This is Mel", he pointed to a Tall brunette, in a black and green strapless dress
"This is Vanesa", he gestured to a Latina woman in a skin-tight yellow dress
"And this is Julie", he pointed to a very tall, dark-skinned woman wearing a Red dress. 
"Ladies, this is Zoe and Jason" 
We made simple pleasantries before hearing a slam of a tray on the countertop, as Carl revealed small party pies he had almost forgotten about. 
Carl then yelled out. 
"Can someone ask Greg to come bring these out?" 
I stood there, these beautiful women in front of me, and Shane giving me a look as if to say,' hell yeah'. Zoe started to sidle up to Vanessa, ever persistent as Zoe was. 
It was then, when I had almost forgotten, that I felt a buzz in my pocket. As I was reminded of my ownership, I took a step back and  said, 
"I'll find Greg"
I turned and headed further into the party, not giving anyone a chance to protest. As I exited the room into the overbearing music, I saw a message from Mrs Ainsley, 
"Send us a selfie, Jason, I want to see my toy." 
I stepped aside and took a photo of the party behind me. Upon reviewing it before I hit send, I realised I could see Greg sitting with some of the others from my school days. I hit send on my photo and moved to Greg. As he saw me, Greg stood and greeted me with a Hug. I spoke into his ear to combat the music that Carl was calling for him, and he patted me on the back and headed to the kitchen. The group he was with gestured for me to take his seat.
Greg was always more popular than I was in school, and his friend circle was one to match. I never would have thought I would find myself talking to this group until Greg and Carl got together. Suddenly, one of the guys spoke to me, trying to break above the music. 
"I think last time I saw you, it was at Greg and Carl's grad party," he said, the music combating his words. It was odd having this guy, James, talk to me, as he used to be a bit harsh toward me in school, but he had changed a lot since then.
"Yeah, I think so," I said loudly as the music played, my mind was not present, however, as I felt another buzz in my pocket. 
James went to say something as I pulled out my phone to two messages
"Looks like quite the party, but that's not what I meant, Jason" The first read, and I immediately zoned out from James, as I read the second
"I said I wanted to see my Toy, and it better be presenting." Realisation kicked in as I looked up at James, talking to me about his work or something; in that moment, I could not care less.
I stood quickly and said, "Sorry, James, later, hey"

As I looked around, trying to figure out how to fulfil her request, I got another buzz, 
"5 mins, Jason" 
I spotted the bathroom and rushed toward it as I moved through the crowd, ignoring a couple who tried to get my attention. But as I got to the bathroom, Vanessa and Zoe pushed past me, Zoe looking at me with a grin as they took the bathroom before I did.
I had to find a place where I could not only get hard but also take this photo.
I wandered away from the living room, looking at the time stamp on the message. 
'Sent 2 mins ago' 
"Fuck”, I exclaimed as I moved upstairs in Carl's house. I found my way to another bathroom. This one, too, was occupied. I was getting desperate, knowing I was running low on time. I  moved into a bedroom and closed the door behind me. Af er a quick scan of the room and realising I was in Carl and Greg's room, I pulled my pants down. I have maybe a minute left, but in my panic, I wasn't hard. I started to play with myself to get the blood flowing, thinking of Miss Forsythe earlier that evening, painting and playing. Af er seconds that felt like an eternity, my cock began to come to reason, and blood began to flow. I found myself really enjoying it, so much that I played a little longer than I probably should have. I caught myself enjoying it and stopped my hand shaking as I pulled it away. I quickly took a selfie this time, my Erect Cock, the silicone strap binding him fully in frame. 
I hit send and looked at the time stamp on her last message. It was then that my heart sank as I read.
"7 mins ago" 
I had missed the Time frame, and not a minute later, Mrs Ainsley was calling me. 
I answered, mentally preparing myself for what she would say. 
"Well presented but a little late there, Jason", she said as she answered the call, then moved her camera to reveal she was sitting naked on a chair.
"I'm sorry…" I went to say, but she cut me off 
"Show me the room", she demanded, and I turned the camera to show her where I was, 
"Good, now because you were late, I want you to stand there and edge, like in the forest,  but this time I want to see you unlock the door, so that someone might walk in and catch you"
I felt immense anxiety wash over me as just downstairs was a party of people, many of whom  I knew, and the chances they would catch me were not slim. But Mrs Ainsley continued, 
"You're a naughty little pervert, and you will live in that fear of being found as one. Hu ry up and strip fully naked!" 
It was then that Mrs Forsythe joined the call, just in time to see me stipping, the sound of music sounding through the walls. 
"Just in time to watch the little pervert play?" She asked
"He was late, Mrs Forsythe. How long should we punish him for?" I heard Mrs Ainsley ask as I put my clothes on the bed, and placed the phone on a dresser so they could see my full nudity.
I looked down at my cock, Hungry and starving for attention, I was once again torn between anxiety and exhilaration.
"Jason, get to it, start playing, until we tell you to stop", Miss Forsythe commanded
"And don't forget to unlock the door", Mrs Ainsley added. 
No time frame? Was I to edge myself here with 30-odd people downstairs in my friend's room? I was a deer in headlights, but, like, my body had given over to them completely, so I found myself unlocking the door and then moving back to the centre of the frame. I started to play slowly. With the muffled sounds of the party below me, I began to edge myself, playing and teasing for their amusement. For a while, I listened to every sound, hoping I would hear someone come upstairs. Af er I reached the edge the first time, I slapped my cock as I had been instructed to before. I heard Mrs Forsythe giggle at that sight.
"Are there many pretty girls at this party, Jason?" she asked. I started to slow down, realising her question, but Mrs Ainsley brought me back up to speed. 
"Don't you fucking stop, answer the question"
I tried to think about how to answer, but my mind was clouded by pleasure at the edge. 
"A few girls I know", I answered, unsure if I had made an error, as I continued closer to my second edge. 
"Do you think he's thinking about them or us?" Mrs Ainsley asked
"Our toy? I'm not sure," Miss Forsythe responded and then asked 
"Well, Jason, are you jerking off to other girls at the party?"
 I got close, so I slapped my cock once again. As I responded to the denied pleasure
"Not only you two", I said truthfully as their Deific forms were what clouded my pent-up and lustful mind. I kept playing. It was taking less and less time to get close to an edge now. My balls were aching for it. I had been building this for so long, I really, really wanted to bust.  
"Pathetic little Slut, you're not going to la… "I heard Mrs Ainley say before, suddenly I heard someone coming up the stairs, 
My heart sank as I heard footsteps approaching the door. The e I stood so close to the edge as I saw the shadow of someone at the door. In a moment that felt like an eternity, all of my muscles froze, but my hand was still teasing my tip as to ride the edge. I was a little pervert, I was enjoying that I might be caught. The door handle started to turn. I looked at my clothes; there was no way I could grab them in time. It was so silent, as the door started to move, then, opening slightly ajar, the sound of the music broke in, followed by the sound of Carl yelling out, 
"Hey, Greg, could you help Shane find another case of beer?"
 The door stopped and then closed again, and I heard Greg walk back down the stairs.
I had not realised, but I was holding my breath, and I let out a Sigh of relief. Looking down to find in my horny, jumbled state, I was still toying with myself just a little. It was then I heard Mrs Ainsley speak up over the phone.
"Oh, that was close, Jason", she mocked and continued, 
"It seems in more ways than one," Miss Forsythe added before relaying,
"You will stop now", the command breaking through all other noise, my body at their will.
I pulled my hand away, almost wishing I had not been told to stop 
"Our Toy is at almost bursting point", Miss Forsythe proclaimed.
"Before you get dressed, I want a closer look at him," Mrs Ainsley asked, and without question, I obliged. I put my cock fully in the frame. 
"Did you get a good screenshot?" I hear Miss Forsythe ask as I pulled my phone back so I could see them, 
"Indeed, I did", she replied, and I saw both of them look into their cameras as if they were staring into my soul again.
"I love my new photo, Jason. My pathetic toy looks so angry and wanting. You must be almost about to burst," she said, working her way to a sultry tone.
"Have Fun at the party, Jason. Just remember who owns your orgasm, and when we see you tomorrow, we will decide if you get to enjoy it", Miss Forsythe added.
The call ended, and much to my cocks Argument, I got dressed, the pulsating erection unhidden in my pants.  I took a moment, trying to calm down, breathing, thinking of anything I could not to be so evident of my exploits when I left the room.

After a moment to calm down, I stood and moved downstairs. When I reached the bottom, I ran into Zoe and Vanesa, who were making their way upstairs. As Vanessa walked up ahead, Zoe looked at me with a Grin as she watched Vanessa climb the steps. I followed her eyes and saw Vanessa's ass as she ascended, a Mistake as I was only just getting soft. 
Zoe followed her up, and I felt the tightness in my pants as that silicone ring began to constrain my cock and balls again, only enthusing me further.
I moved to stand behind a couch, hoping it would cover my situation. As Shane moved over to me, 
"Hey, want to come swimming?" he asked and then started to pull off his shirt. Following behind were Mel and Julie from his gym. 
"I didn't come with swimmers", I said, my erection pulsating against the front of my slacks, only hidden by the head of a couch. To exacerbate my anguish, Julie rounded to the front of the couch on the way to the pool  and dropped her dress, saying, 
"Neither die we", I watched as her dress hit the floor, revealing her bare, supple breasts and a red lace thong on her ebony form.  I tried to look anywhere else, but I realised she was not alone as Shane and Mel were doing the same behind me, Mel removing her strapless bra and Shane going full Nude before running into the pool, 
I watched as he jumped in, joining about 8 others in various states of undress, splashing around and playing flirtily with each other.
Julie leaned over the couch, letting her breasts hang as she put her clothes down in front of me. She looked down and must have seen my situation. She smiled at me, stood,
"You know where to find me", she said as she sauntered toward the pool before jumping in. 
I was in trouble. I don't know what had happened since I was upstairs, but people were getting wilder by the second. In that moment, I wished I were anyone else, as I would have jumped at the chance to be here at this party. However, I had made a pledge to two goddesses, and I had been building and saving up everything I had for them. 

In my horny state, I found myself considering the pursuit of whatever Julie had in mind for me, but I knew the truth; I knew who owned my cock, and had claimed my orgasm. 
I snuck back to Carl's office, and looked down to see precum having left wet spots in my pants.  I sat on the couch in the office and tried to calm myself, thinking over and over. 
My pleasure is not my own to claim; they are my goddesses, and they own my cock.

After a while, the spots had dried somewhat, and I rejoined the party. Many had moved to either finding partners or drinking with games. I saw Julie with another guy sneaking upstairs, and Shane and Mel making out in the pool. It was then that Carl found me again, half-dressed and looking like he had added eyeliner or something since we last spoke. 

"There you are, I thought you had slipped away." He directed me to the kitchen and poured me a glass of wine. We both watched from the kitchen island as couples began to form, and Greg and his friends played Mario Kart, a paradigm shift from our school days. Carl put his hand on my shoulder as he said, 
"I am glad you came, Jason, and look, if you truly have moved on, I hope whatever it is bringing you joy" I nodded, as I could honestly say I was in a better place than I had been for a while. 
He continued, 
"Look, enjoy some drinks and do me a favour, I need you to take over Greg's place in Mario Kart so I can take him upstairs and do unmentionable things to my husband, can you do that for me?"
Carl looked at me with a smile, and I nodded, 
I watched as he stood in front of Greg, pulled him up, handed me the controller and walked him upstairs.  The remaining players were booing Greg being pulled away.
As I sat and went to join mid-race, James from before handed me a shot for being in last place or something, and I downed it. I used this as my chance to try to focus all my attention on the game, not on the events at the pool just outside, which were distracting some of the other players.
I spent the rest of the night pacing myself and drinking with James and his friends. It was a good night. After more drinking and some people making their exit, I found myself stumbling out to the front of the house, calling an Uber. When I got into the car, I saw a notification from Miss Forsythe. But instead of a command, I found an image: the painting she was working on, and it was really good. I sat in the Uber, still buzzed, and found myself, for a moment, imagining that time in the woods, alone, baring it all. After snapping back to reality, I saw my Uber pull up to my parents' place. As I collapsed onto the bed, I found myself thinking how wild tonight was, blissfully unaware that the next night would exceed this one many times over.

Part 4 :
https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1s7inus/the_teachers_who_remembered_me_part_4_m25f40sf40s/

I answered the call to Mrs Ainsley; it was just her this time, no Miss Forsythe. “Jason, how was the rest of your time in the woods?” Mrs Ainsley asked with that devious smile on her face. 
“Ha yeah, it was…” I paused to remember how it felt “liberating”, I reminisced
“Interesting, well if you enjoyed that punishment so much, I’ll have to come up with something else next time”, she said. She seemed to be on a couch, lying back in comfortable clothing.  
“Now, Jason, Mrs Forsythe can be a little lenient, but I want to know, and I will know if you're lying, She started to probe sternly.
“Have you been playing with yourself outside of our little calls?” She looked deeply at me through the lens, awaiting my response
“No, Mrs., I want to be a good Little toy”, I responded confidently, and it was at that moment Miss Forsythe joined the call,
“Eager to please, aren't you, Little toy?” Mrs Ainsley responded before Miss Forsythe added
“Good boy, Jason. Save all of that Cum for us, and if you do, we will reward you” 
Miss Forsythe seemed to be preparing to paint, supplies by her side, and wearing nothing but a paint-spotted old art shirt barely long enough to cover her.
“Tell me, Jason, you liked being shown off like that, didn't you?”
I couldn't hide it, just the thought, and anticipation had already caused my Cock to swell to the tightness of the Silicone ring around it, my boxers were not hiding anything.
“I was surprised, but yes, it was exhilarating”, I responded,
“Will it please you, Jason, if I told you I also really enjoyed it? I was soaking wet, watching you stand there all exposed?” Miss Forsythe added
“Indeed, Mrs Forsythe even edged watching you, it was so fucking hot, shame you were so far from the camera, and you couldn't see”, Mrs Ainsley said with a smile 
“Fuck”, I murmured as I felt the cock ring so tighten around my Veiny and swollen cock.
“And he had the nerve to try and cover up”, Miss Forsythe said, shaking her head. 
“Agreed, I think you enjoyed your punishment too much, so here is your next task”, Mrs Ainsley began to explain, in that stern and sultry voice once more.
“For the next hour or so, you will get naked, open your window and turn your camera so I can watch your cock closely, and you will watch the call as Miss Forsythe gives you a little erotic painting lesson. We will tell you when to play and stop” 
I stood without hesitation, knowing that making these goddesses was not an option, opened my blinds to the street and opened the window ajar. It was late on this quiet street, so I doubted anyone would see. 
I dropped my boxers and positioned the camera so I could watch the video and Mrs Ainsley could see my raging cock in the frame.
“He's excited for his punishment!” Miss Forsythe said as the camera swapped. 
“Now, Jason, I’ll be honest, I expect you to fail, I expect you will be too weak and cum all over yourself, but Miss Forsythe has faith in you”

I sat and watched as Miss Forsythe's video took over most of the screen. She moved away from the camera to show an easel she had set up. As she stood, you could see her naked body peering out from underneath the old oversized art shirt. As she, very intentionally, raised her arms to stretch, it revealed her lack of underwear, and she began to paint, occasionally lifting the shirt to clean a brush, revealing her amazing ass or bare pussy. I was almost salivating at the sight of it.
“There was something about how free you looked in that forest, Jason. Miss Forsythe felt inspired, amongst other things,” Mrs Ainsley started to explain.
“She has decided she will be painting you in that moment,” Mrs Ainsley continued as Miss Forsythe was preparing some paint. “Do you have a problem with that Toy?” she pressed sternly. 
“No, I don’t”, I responded.
“Correct answer…” she said, and as Miss Forsythe lifted her shirt again and bent a little forward, angling her ass to the camera, Mrs Ainsley said, 
“Start stroking”. 
I complied, watching as Miss Forsythe began talking about pigments and colours, referencing my body and how it contrasted against the leaves behind me in the woods.
She spoke so eloquently about colour and shape, explaining how my pose was one of devotion and serenity. She occasionally smiled at the camera, saying it excited her to see how vulnerable I was in that moment. Ash, she bent forward again to paint on the lower half of the canvas. I started getting faster, and I heard Mrs Ainsley say sternly. 
“Stop”
My hand shook as I pulled it away, precum starting to leak out of my tip.
As I watched this goddess' body paint an extremely vulnerable moment of mine, I was in a world of madness, and for the next 30 or so minutes, I was between stroking when I was told and stopping, all the while watching Miss Forsythe paint. This was a high school dream come true, be it with a much more devious and kinky twist.

 After some time, Miss Forsythe stopped mid-painting. She put down her brush as she faced the unfinished work. She then removed her shirt, revealing her back and ass, slowly turned to the camera, and bent over, her voluptuous breasts hanging in the frame.
“How is he going?” she asked, looking into the camera again. 
“He's holding out, with this much play, I don’t see him lasting much longer”, Mrs Ainsley replied
“No, I have faith, “ Miss Forsythe responded, and then something changed in her voice, this time more stern and direct “Here is the real test” She seemed to lean in, more of her breasts in the frame, running one of her hands up her thigh.
“Listen, you perverted little exhibitionist. You are our toy!, our plaything!, and you will prove your worth!” I heard a surprised “oh” from Mrs Ainsley, as Miss Forsythe continued, her tone so commanding, 
“When I say Go, you are going to edge to my naked body, get so fucking close, and then stop right at the precipice of ecstasy” She pulled the camera up to focus on her face and her eyes, staring into my soul through the lens once again. 
“But you will not cum!” She then put the camera back down and moved her whole body into frame to sit on a stool naked, slowly sliding her hands along her body toward her pussy
“If you do fail like Mrs Ainsely thinks you will, you will ruin your orgasm, like we did last time you came too early” She spread her legs showing her bare pussy and then said
“So even if you do cum you will not touch yourself to enjoy it, you will sit there in self-pity knowing what a pathetic little pervert you are”  
I think both Mrs Ainsley and I were in shock. This was a much more dominant control form from Miss Forsythe, and fuck, I was enjoying it.
I took a deep breath and watched as she slowly slipped her hand between her legs and began teasing her clit. And after a very sexy moan of pleasure, she said, “Go”
My hand, as if acting without my control, moved swiftly into action. I started jerking my cock just watching her moan in pleasure, that body so divine, I, without any thought, started to moan as well. Every stroke was ecstasy, a torturous bliss. I could hear even Mrs Ainsley moaning either in her own play or to enthuse my torture.  I could feel it building. I wanted that release so much, I really wanted to cum, but then Mrs Ainsley spoke. 
“That's it, you pathetic little pervert, you are going to fail, aren't you?” 
“The Little slut is going to break our rules and Wallow in sorrow  like the Little pervert you are, aren't you?” She was challenging me, and it was doing something to me. I bit my lip a little before managing to break out a little
“No”, I kept stroking my sight intently on Miss Forsythe, Pleasuring herself, Getting closer and closer, Raging war with myself once again. 
Do I cum now and ruin myself, or do I put my everything into stopping, Hoping It will have been in time? Would I even be able to stop?
I started to worry I would not be able to when Mrs Ainsley probed me again.
“You're going to fail us, aren't you, little slut, you perverted little toy” 
I was really struggling until… 
“Don't… Cum… Toy” I heard Miss Forsythe cry out between cries of pleasure as she seemed to cum herself.
This was it, the moment, I was about 2 or 3 good strokes from an uncontrollable release, as close to the edge as I could bear; it was still a gamble, but this was the moment to decide. I looked at her naked on that stool and wanted so much to cum there and then. 
But I stopped, against all my urges to release and stroke those few more times, I stopped. 
My body ached, my balls raged, my cock throbbed in anguish, and my hand gripped my bed so hard as I focused all I had on not cumming. There was a moment of silence as I assumed Mrs Ainsley watched my cock to see if I failed, but only a dribble of precum bubbled at my tip. I closed my eyes and took the deepest of breaths. I lived in that moment as my cock throbbed furiously. As the breeze from my open window washed over me. It was in that moment that I was almost back in the woods, in that vulnerable and yet freeing moment.
Bluntly, however, I was brought back to my moment of torture as I heard the sound of Mrs Ainsley having a little laugh and saying.
“I underestimated your devotion, little toy” I looked down at the call, seeing both of them smiling at their cameras,
“I look forward to showing you the finished painting, Jason” What are you going to do with all this pent-up energy now?” Miss Forsythe added a little laugh in her voice

As I pushed myself to think of anything to keep from playing further, I heard the beep of a car horn. 
Panic set in as I said aloud.
“Shit, my friends are here to pick me up”
I just heard a laugh from the two women
“Well, you'd better hurry and get dressed then”, Mrs Ainsley said.
“He's going to be social, Mrs Ainsley. This sounds like it's going to be fun, and he's already so pent up,” Miss Forsythe said with a devious tone as I grabbed my pants and Shirt. 
“No underwear, Little toy”, I heard Mrs Ainsley say as she saw me scramble to get dressed, leaking precum and Throbbing.
I knew I had not much time before Shane would come barging in, so I rushed my pants on and shirt and picked up my phone. 
“Am I permitted to leave?” I asked, almost wishing they said no in the chance of more play, my Cock thinking for me once more. 

“Go have fun, little pervert, but you better not keep us waiting when we call for you tonight”
The call hung up, and I realised I was in trouble. I was going to have to navigate a hangout with mates, and the devious intent of these goddesses who held my cock hostage, and I fucking loved it. Tonight was only going to get more difficult.

I was travelling back home to see my family after leaving for college 6 years ago, and I was out for a walk in my old hometown. I needed to get away from my folks for a little while. As I walked, a sudden storm came over, and within minutes, I was soaking wet. 

A car was pulling into a driveway just down the way, stepping out was this late 40's woman, stunning red hair, in what looked like a Red dinner dress. She saw me trying to outrun the rain, pulled out an umbrella and came to meet me. 
“You look soaking wet. Please come up to my porch, escape the rain.”
Desperate for some release from the deluge of rain, I followed her. 
Something was familiar about this woman, her voice especially. I couldn't recognise it at first, but I started to feel something I had not felt for a long time, 
As I followed her, the rain started to catch her too, and for a moment, as the water soaked into her dress a little, it conformed to her body, and her immaculate curves, 

As we stepped up onto her porch, and the rain thundered down, she exclaimed, “Wait, I know you, you're Jason, you were in my English class a few years ago”, trying to speak over the deluge.
Still not fully able to recognise her in the rain and especially with the dress forming around her larger ass and breasts, I was unable to completely place her, until this moment when I caught her eyes looking into mine, “Quick, come inside, you can wait out the rain a little if you would like”

She brought me inside out of the rain. As I carefully entered the house, I looked around, racking my brain as to what class she was talking about, then it came to me. Now I recognised her, she was my old English teacher, Miss Forsythe, and to top things off, I remember having a crush on her as the nerdy teenager I was. She put away her umbrella and turned on a light “The bathroom is just over there, we have to get you out of those before you catch a cold” I moved to the bathroom, soaking wet, and she followed close behind. 
“Look, have a shower, and hand me your clothes. I’ll be just in the other room, and I will find you something from my ex to wear”
I had known she had a boyfriend when I was younger, but she never married.
I had always wondered what happened to her, and here she was.
She followed me into the bathroom, which caught me off guard, but before I could say anything, she said, “oh your practically shaking”, and reached for the bottom of my drenched shirt, and pulled it up. She pulled it to her sink and wrenched it out, she said “Quick out of those clothes, we don't want you to get sick” 
I was shaking, and she was right, I went to pull down my pants, and was left in my underwear. As I handed her my pants, standing in my underwear, she smiled a little, 
“And the rest”, she stood there, her hand out expectingly, her eyes forever lingering.
Could this be happening? Could I strip in front of my old English teacher? 

Something about the way she was looking at me, and how she followed me into the bathroom. I found myself more excited than I was expecting, maybe it was remnants of boners long past, but my cock seemed Adamant this was the right time to be erect. 
I was trying to hide it as I took off my underwear, but she just gave me a little smile,
As she took all my clothes in her hand, she seemed to look me up and down for a moment, and said, 
“The towel is just there.  I’ll be in the other room if you need me”
She left with my clothes in hand, and I had a cold shower to try and calm down whatever excitement was waking in me.
Miss Forsythe was stunning, and my mind was fighting not to think about her in that dress, letting the cold water wash that away. 

After I finished my shower, I reached for the towel, only to notice it was much too small to wrap around my waist. It was a washcloth at best, maybe enough to cover my cock, as long as I didn't get excited again.
I could hear music coming from another room now, some soothing jazz of some kind. 
I walked to the door, seeing that it had been left slightly ajar, I spoke, trying to get her attention, “Miss Forsythe, are there more towels?”
After a second, I hear her say
“Oh, right, I’ll be there in a moment” 
I stood there, realising that I was going to have to cover up as best I could to be polite. I was just happy I wasn't still erect otherwise, this washcloth wouldn't hide a thing. 

As she approached the bathroom, she began to say, 
“I was just getting out of that dress, I got a little wet helping you in” she rounded the corner wearing a vibrant red lace lingerie set, and immediately I felt the wash cloth starting to fail me, she looked stunning, the red on her pailer skin thr hint of freckles along her body, she stood there holding a rolled towel in her hand, 
She had caught me taking the sight of her in. I noticed her smile as she reached out for the towel, “Dry up, looks like the storm is going to stick around for a bit, you picked a day to go out for a walk”
She stood watching me dry myself, trying to hide my growing erection. 
I tried to play it off sputtering.
“What's it been, 8 years since graduation?” She just smiled a little more as she nodded, standing in the doorway, watching me
I continued, “not how I expected to see you again” 
I averted my eyes, trying not to look at her body as she stood there watching me. My erection was getting out of hand, 

“Quite the chance encounter, isn't it, Jason, although I think you have brought some excitement to my otherwise mundane evening”, Miss Forsythe said, her piercing eyes lingering over me. 

I finished drying myself and went to wrap my towel around my lower half. She stepped further into the bathroom and grabbed the front of the towel before I could fasten it, 

“while we wait for your clothes to dry you can stay here” She pulled in closer as I went to tuck the towel in to hold it “Sadly I don't have anything that would fit your…” she stopped to look at me, I felt her nails run along my waist line, she bit her lip a little, and finished her thought “immaculate form” 

I stood there in shock, as my cock began to throb as if all the Erections of my past from seeing her in class came back at once
“You can stay, as long as you are naked. I want to enjoy my guest's company as I see fit”

In high school, I had a small stutter, especially when I got a little excited, but I thought I had outgrown that years ago, but like my teenage self had come back to haunt me, I stuttered, 
“Miss Forsythe, I…” she smiled and leaned in closer, running her nails down my body,
“You're free to leave now, Naked if you would like, but I think you'll have more fun if you stay”
She then moved past me in the bathroom. Sliding her hand ever so close to my throbbing cock. 
“Well, I'm going to have a shower, you can wait in the living room”, she then ushered me out of the bathroom, and closed the door behind me, 

My mind was racing. Is this real? Am I going to hang out naked with my old English teacher? 
I walked down to the living room, where there was a reading lounge with a cover over it, and an old-fashioned armchair across from it, between them a coffee table.
Along the wall were degrees and shelves of books. What caught my eye was a painting, which was out of place at first. The painting looked like silver blobs on an otherwise blue canvas, but there was something erotic about the painting. As I looked closer. I heard Miss Forsythe come out into the lounge room. 
“I painted that with my body, you remember Mrs Ainsley, the art teacher, we painted that together, well, she painted me”
I turned to see Miss Forsythe in a short silk nightdress, with small, delicate straps and a lace trim. Instinctively, I covered my regrowing erection. And she smiled and walked over. 
She slid her hand along my back and turned me around to face the painting. 
She gently pulled my hands away from my cock and whispered into my ear, 
“I don't want to see you hide yourself anymore. If you do, I'll have to punish you”
Her hand slid down my front from behind, and she grabbed my cock and started to tease,
As I looked down at her hand, I felt my head pulled back up to look at the painting; she had grabbed my hair with her free hand.
“Look at the curves in the painting”, she said, teasing my tip
“Can you see where my nipples are, as they pressed against the canvas?”  she said,d pressing her breasts against my back, only separated by the silk dress. 
Like the horny little schoolboy I once was, I stuttered, Yes,s I… “
Her hand grabbed my hair harder as she started to stroke my cock fast,
“This is how tonight could go, if you say yes to my next question, your cock is mine for the night, you cum only when I tell you to, or you will be punished…” she kept stroking but slowed to tease me, she could tell I was really enjoying it, so she started to toy with my tip again, 
“You do everything I ask you to when I ask, and if you're good, you will be rewarded. Importantly, you do not touch without permission, not me or yourself. If I see your hand on your cock without my say so, you will be reprimanded"
I felt my legs shaking as she continued to tease my cock, 
“If you say yes, you're mine for tonight, if you say yes your my toy” 
She licked my ear as she started to stroke again, using my precum as a little lube, 
“Now you could cum now, and we will end our fun here, or you can hold it, and the night will begin” 
Her other hand grabbed my ass as she finally asked, 
“Are you going to pledge your orgasm to me?” I felt the old teenage me bursting with excitement. I was starting to get close, but I fought it with every part of me
“Are you going to hold it  for when I tell you?”
She said in my ear as she moved faster for a but a moment, 
“Are you going to be a Good boy?”
As if my cock had spoken for me, I stammered out 
“Yes”, and she just stopped, 
Pulled away her hands and moved beside me, watching my cock dribble with precum, 
“That better be only precum!” She said, as she collected a little with her fingernail,
She brought it to her lips and put her finger in her mouth, 
“Let the games begin,”

My cock was raging, I was on the edge, 
And Miss Forsythe was intoxicating, 
She then moved toward her kitchen, 
“Follow me,” she said, 
And without recourse, I did, we went to her kitchen, and she gestured for me to move over to the island counter, its stone top was cold against my bare ass. 
“It's been some time, Jason. Where has life taken you?” she asked, taking some cheese out of the refrigerator.
“I went away to study, got my degree,” I responded, watching her, 
She continued to talk about our old English class, but I was suddenly distracted as she bent down next to me to collect a wine bottle from under the table, 
I could see a glimpse of her breasts down her blouse, and my mind started to wander.
She then asked me something, and I nodded, unaware of what she had asked so casually. 
I snapped back to reality as she said, 
“So you're staying with your parents while you're in town?” 
“Yes”, I responded, trying to break from my stuttering past. 
It was then, like a switch had flicked, her voice changed, more like it was when we looked at her painting, more sultry and with purpose, 
“When was the last time you had been with a woman?” She opened her wine bottle.
I was ashamed to say this; it had been a while, my last girlfriend had cheated on me and in truth, that was why I had come home, but I didn't know if I was ready to talk about it, 
It's as if Miss Forsythe could tell she had hit a nerve, as said in that voice. 
“Jerk off, and tell me”
Confused at first, I was reluctant, but she just started to pour her glass of wine, 
“Hurry up” 
I reached down to my cock, which was starting to soften at the thought of a serious topic and started to play, 
“It's been 3 months,” I stated, my cock confused. I fumbled it in my hands to get him back to full strength. 
Miss Forsythe could see I was struggling, so she lifted the bottom of her short dress to reveal she wasn't wearing anything else, 
“Speak up jason, a good boy speaks clearly”
My cock was no longer shy at the subject, and I opened up
“My girlfriend and I were going different directions, and it was a rough breakup. I needed to get away for a while” 
I stumbled to explain as I was starting to enjoy playing with myself. Miss Forsythe dropped the edge of her dress and took another sip of her wine. As she swallowed, I could feel my heart racing. Then she said 
“Stop” 
Caught off guard, I kept playing a little. She put down her glass and looked at me with a powerful presence, 
“Are you being naughty?” 
I slowed to a stop, and she watched as I pulled my hands away. 
She came closer and ran her fingers over the tip of my cock, I could feel the hope that she was going to tease and edge me more, but she slapped my cock, and said, 
“Naughty boys get punished. I won't be so lenient next time”
She then grabbed my balls with her hand and said 
“What I say, when I say” 
I nodded yes, and she let go.
I had never had a woman slap my cock or grab my balls in such a way, but it awakened something in me, 
I was at war with myself, as suddenly I wanted to be a little naughty to feel it again. 
I felt like I was going insane. Whatever Miss Forsythe was doing to me, whatever it was, I liked it more than I was expecting. 
She then picked up her wine glass and said,
“Cut the cheese into bite-sized pieces for me” 
She moved out of the way and led me to the cheese board. There were about 4 different cheeses there, with a knife, so I started to prepare as she requested. 
“Life seems to throw us all ups and downs, doesn't it, Jason?” 
She sat at the other side of the counter, 
Letting the straps of the dress slip down her shoulder, 
“Tonight was supposed to be date night for me, but my date did not show” 
As she held a wine glass in one hand, I saw her other hand slip down beneath the counter, under her dress. She saw my eyes linger, and she shook her head, “Concentrate on the cheese, Jason, presentation is important!”
I remember her saying something similar in her class…
“Presentation is important" was a common phrase in her class
She started to do something under the counter, but I remained focused on preparing the cheese. 

She seemed to be playing with herself, stopping whenever I looked up to see her. 
“Tell me about your degree,” she asked while I started slicing the Gouda 
I began to explain my degree and even made a casual joke about how I hadn't had as impactful a teacher since her. 
She smiled a little and then let out a slight moan. I stopped to look up as she was clearly enjoying herself, not really listening. 
Then her phone rang, 
It was set on the countertop 
She stopped playing and said
“Come round here now”
I walked around the table to her, seated on the stool, 
“You've been doing good”
She pulled up her fingers from her pussy and put them in my mouth, 
“You deserve to be rewarded a little”, as I tasted her on her fingers, she pushed me down onto my knees and pulled my head into her soaking wet pussy. 
“taste me”
I started to lick and play with her pussy,
The taste of her juices is divine on my tongue,
 The feeling of her labia on my tongue as I moved up to her clit, I heard her pick up the still ringing phone, 
“Mary, how are you?” 
Was she taking the call? I kinda saw it as a challenge as I continued to tease her clit softly with the tip of my tongue.
“The date was a wash… but I found something else to entertain me” 
She grabbed my head with her other hand, pulling me in closer 
“Oh, it's a good one, a real nostalgic joy, and this one has a little skill”
She looked at me as she listened  to the other end, biting her lip a little 
“Well, he's almost done preparing our cheese, so we will see you soon” 
She said, breaking a little between words, 
I faltered for a second, ‘see who soon’ 
Miss Forsythe fumbled a little to hang up the phone, moaning, as she seemed  close to completion, but she pulled my head away and said
“You're better than I expected, Jason. If you're a good boy, you'll get to taste more soon”
She collected herself as she got up off the stool, moved over to the fridge, and pulled out some olives and strawberries, 
She pulled out a strawberry from the pack, and as I tried to get up, she pushed me back to my knees and rubbed the strawberry along my lips, with her juices on my face,
She then ate it and said, 
“Clean up, you have strawberries to cut”, and she poured another glass of wine as I got up and cleaned my face at her sink, 
“Mary will be here soon, you remember Mrs Ainsley, she will like you” I dried my hands and looked to her, unsure about another of my high school teachers seeing me like this.
I remembered Mrs Ainsley, as the outgoing art teacher, though I never really had her classes. Miss Forsythe unpacked the strawberries and handed me the olive jar to open, 
“When she gets here, you will do whatever she says as if she were me, but to cum you must have my permission. Is that going to be a problem?” 
I felt all the anxiety hit me at once. I stuttered and failed to respond as I twisted open the olive jar. 
Miss Forsythe could see I was unsure, she then approached me from behind once again, 
Her hands wrapping around my hips, teasing closer to my cock, 
“If it's too much, and you don't think you will be able to service us both, tell me now, and I will give you release” 
She slid her hand down to my cock, teasing it once again. 
“But if you release now, you won't taste me any more, and our fun is over”
She ran her tongue over my neckline, 
“Are you going to give up now, Jason? Do you want release?”
She started to play faster, 
I dropped the lid of the olive jar and shakily put the olive jar down,
I had a decision to make, and I had to make it quickly… 

The war in my mind was raging. 
The anxious little nerd was losing his mind while the now-adult me was trying to remain calm. When would I ever get a chance like this again? 
Miss Forsythe was as beautiful as I remembered, even more so now with such a presence, but could I handle Mrs Ainsley as well? 
As I could feel myself getting closer and my decision about to make itself, I sputtered, 
“No, I can be good” 
Miss Forsythe stopped, pulled her hands back and ran her nails against my back. 
“And you'll serve Mrs Ainsley?” 
She slid her left hand across my ass as she rounded to stand beside me, and turned, resting her ass against the island countertop. 
“But your Orgasm is mine, She said, sliding her hand over the tip of my cock, sampling more of my precum, bringing it to her lips and tasting it. 

She sat there and watched my body as I cut strawberries and put the olives on the dish,
I felt her eyes lingering over me as she watched on, occasionally asking a mundane question, while running a finger along my body, 
As I put everything on the platter, the doorbell rang. It was then that Mrs Forsythe grabbed my cock and pulled me to face her, 
“Now I'm going to go get the door; you best be a good boy and contain yourself” 
She slid her hand down to cup my balls and slowly gripped them. I felt completely at her mercy, and my cock pulsed with excitement, 
“Prepare two glasses of  this wine, and when I call for you, bring them to the lounge”
She walked away, letting her hand slip slowly from my balls to the tip of my cock. 
As she left the room, a small sense of reality and anxiety came rushing in, 

What was I doing? Was I really about to serve 2 of my high school teachers naked? 
But suddenly, where there was once the remnants of my teenage nerdy self, he had now been replaced, with a subservient, committed man wanting to please this intoxicating goddess that was Mrs Forsythe, 
I could not grasp what she had done to me; the part of my mind that was trying to play it cool was now lost in confusion, and I found this new drive to please controlling me. So I stood there, completely naked, a full cheese board and two glasses of wine on the Island countertop, I looked down at my throbbing cock, 
The temptation to play with myself was so strong, I almost did, until I heard the door open and Mrs Ainsley spoke,
“Did I miss any of the fun?” Her voice was just as I remembered, sweet and full of life and spirit. I began to remember what she used to look like and why she was the lust of many of my fellow students. 
“I may have tested this one's oral skills, and he's much better than I expected” 
They laughed a little as I stood there and felt my cock beginning to rest a little as I started to let the seeds of doubt and anxiety soften my cock, what if I could not find myself aroused by Mrs Ainsley, as I had so profoundly by Miss Forsythe, what if I let them down, 
It was then I heard “Oh, I didn't mention, you may recognise this one, it's a bit nostalgic, dare I say?” There was a slight pause, then.
“Jason”, Miss Forsythe said, and I knew that was my cue. I grabbed the glasses and started walking them to the lounge. However, I found myself slowing as I worried they would be disappointed in my soft, anxious cock. like I wasn't presenting well enough.
It was like Miss Forsythe used to say, ‘presentation is everything,’ and I did not feel very presentable,
I rounded the corner to find Miss Forsythe lying on her reading lounge,  and standing next to her, looking over the books was Mrs Ainsley, and my worries slipped away as I saw what she was wearing,
Mrs Ainsley was a dream to behold; she was wearing a leather lingerie set that left her pussy open and her beautiful, supple breasts silhouetted by the leather straps, her nipples only covered by little black covers. As all my worries melted away, my cock began to present proudly and strongly. Mrs Ainsley, seeing me grow at the sight of her, looked me up and down.
“My, the Swan you have become, Jason”, she remembered me, which caught me off guard.
I walked the glasses of wine over to give Mrs Forsythe hers first. As I walked closer to her, she reached out, took her glass and put it down on the coffee table. As I went to turn to give Mrs Ainsley her glass, I felt Miss Forsythe's hand grab my cock, and I halted. Turning  back to her as she controlled my dick like a joystick, 
I felt Mrs Ainsley approach me from behind, one hand grasping my ass, the other slipping along my arm to claim her glass of wine. 
Mrs Forsythe moved us both along to the couch, and she sat so my cock was close to her face. She slowly licked the tip of my rock-hard cock as Miss Ainsley said in my ear, 
“Now, Jason, I do wonder how well you used to pay attention in my classes about appreciating the human form” 
Mrs Ainsley's hand was caressing my back, working upwards from my ass as Miss Forsythe kissed the Tip of my cock softly and said, 
“He was always so attentive in my classes, watching me ever so closely”, she then licked my cock with just the tip of her tongue from my balls to the tip. Taunting me as if she was about to suck my dic,k but stopped as she reached the edge.
“ Really now? I wonder if he ever imagined this happening in your classes,” Miss Ainsley said, as she came around to the armchair, across from Miss Forsythe, sitting with her legs spread exposing her bare pussy, I could see as she slipped a finger down to the lips of her vagina, and played a little. 
As my eyes wandered, I felt the sudden shock of Miss Frosythe grabbing my balls and sucking the tip of my cock. However, when she saw I had turned back to see her, she pulled her mouth back and started to jerk my cock as she turned to face her friend. 
“I feel I was getting away with myself there, Mrs Ainsley”, she picked up her wine glass with one hand, stroking my cock with the other. 
“Maybe you found yourself peckish, Miss Forsythe” Mrs Ainsley smiled as she took the fingers she was using to play with herself and put them in her own mouth.
“Indeed…” Mrs Forsythe turned to me, stroking my cock faster and faster. She looked me in the eyes as she watched me edge closer once again, and then stopped, 
“The cheese, Jason”, in a moment of stupor, stood there, wishing and hoping she had not stopped. 
But as I lingered, Mrs Forsythe grabbed my balls tightly and gave me that demanding look. 
“Are you disobeying me, Jason?” 
I shook my head no, and she let me go, and I raced back to the kitchen to get the cheese, olives and strawberries. 
As I left the Room, I heard Mrs Ainsley,
“You have the best wine nights,” they both laughed, as I reached the cheese board.
I looked at the board and the mess I had made trying to put it together with Mrs Forsythe there, and once again I remembered.
Presentation is key. So I took a moment to, in my own way, tidy up the board and make it as presentable as I could.
As I came back to the room and I rounded the door frame once again, the two seemed to be reminiscing about days past, 
“There he is, " Mrs Ainsley said, putting down her glass
“He made us wait a little”, Mrs Forsythe said, sitting up in her dress, barely holding on by one strap on her shoulder, 
I brought the cheese over to the coffee table and placed it in front of them,
As I did, Mrs Ainsley aggressively grabbed my ass,
“What should we do with a server who makes us wait?” She said, digging her nails into my ass slightly,
“I have an idea,” Miss Forsythe said and released the last strap of her dress to fall, 
Finally, there she was, completely naked.

part 2
https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/hopX1Ub9CS