She was clearing the blackboard and her students were filling out when she heard someone approaching her.

“Ah excuse me, Mrs Redgrave”

Evelyn Redgrave smiled to herself before turning around; it seemed like news about her spread faster every year. “Of course, Master Hastings, did you have a question?”

“Well it’s just… there’s this rumour I heard from the older students… And given the kind of school this is” He looked nervous; which in turn made him look younger than the 19 years she knew he had to be, as a first year in her orientation class.

She took pity on him, but she still had 30 years as an educator, so she took the opportunity to remind him of the content they had just covered. She touched her neck, just above her collarbone. “What do you see?”

“Ah well! You’re uncollared; a bareneck”

“Which means?”

“Anyone can use you at any time, but I just thought with…” He glanced at her wedding ring.

“If a wife fails to wear her husband’s collar, then it’s her husband’s job to punish her, you shouldn’t let that stop you from using her. However as it happens, my husband ordered me not to wear his collar; he likes knowing that I’m being fucked, and I like having the chance to educate my students directly.”

“Oh well that’s great!” Said Hastings, full of enthusiasm “Will you give me a blowjob please?”

Evelyn suppressed a wince at the naive words “Of course, Master Hastings; my holes are available for your use. But is that the way you should ask me? Remember that you’re here to learn Sadism and Control” <i> and you have a long way to go</i>, the thought occurred before she could suppress it.

“Right. Of course!” Hastings closed his eyes and started mouthing something under his breath.

Evelyn waited patiently. With 30 years as both a teacher and a slave, it would be a poor showing if she couldn’t be patient. Even so, she was about to say something when Hastings’s eyes sprung open.

“On your knees!” he growled in command; locking her eyes with his fierce gaze.

Evelyn gasped; all tension leaving her legs as she dropped, her pussy tingling as her ass hit the floor. Even now, the right tone of voice could make her do anything.

“Oh my god, are you okay?!”

Evelyn actually did wince at this; her feeling of submission instantly evaporating and wafting away. She bit back a retort; Hastings didn’t deserve it; she was just feeling a bit of sub drop.

“Your concern does you credit, Master Hastings. One of the things that you will learn at this academy is to carefully assess the limits of a slave you’re using. What you haven’t learned yet is that the female students here are trained in ways that you aren’t. Even now, at nearly 50” <i>that’s ammunition for you, insult me about my age; I like it</i> “I still keep up the physical conditioning I started as a student here. I am much more durable than you expect.”

“Oh. Well then good. Great!” Hastings finally pulled out his cock and held it in front of her; the tip touching her lips.

She waited a moment, but then realised that he wasn’t going to grab her hair and force her, so she leaned forward and swallowed it, sucking it down and bending her neck so that it lodged firmly in her throat as he gasped.

Soon the empty lecture theatre was filled with his moans and the wet sounds of her slurping. He had his head thrown back in ecstasy, and she realised that, as a new student, this was probably the first blowjob he had had from an academy girl.

As she took him to the base, and licked his balls while making swallowing motions with her throat, Evelyn reflected on the years of hard training it had taken to master her skills. She was proud of them and of the effect that they were having on him. As a student she had even won prizes for her blowjobs, and then the headmaster had assigned her to his office as a senior student so that visiting parents could use her.

Ironically it was when Hastings slapped her that the comforting bubble of semi-submission popped. It was such a gentle slap, even after accounting for the fact that his cock was in her mouth, it was more of a symbol; the idea of a slap, and it wasn’t what she needed.

She pulled her mouth off of his cock with an audible pop and transitioned to a handjob “I’d like to tell you a story” she said, <i>slap me for real, please; my husband would have slapped me twice already for daring to take my mouth off without permission.</i> But of course he didn’t.

“A… story?” Hastings seemed to have trouble focusing. She slowed her handjob down a little; which again wasn’t punished.

“The day my husband collared me was the happiest day of my life up to that point, but I was also a little sad because I thought my days of serving every cock were behind me. I needn’t have worried though. The first thing that my husband did was take me with him to a big national lacrosse meet; my husband was and is a keen player. He locked me in a chastity belt and chained me onto a table in the mingling area. I was on my back, with my head hanging over the edge, perfect deepthroating position. Then for the entire meet; 14 hours in all, I was a cum dump for every sweaty cock that came off the field. There was a queue to use me; when one cock was removed I’d hardly have time to breathe before the next cock would be thrust in”

Hastings groaned, and Evelyn realised that in her excitement over the memory, she’d started to speed up again. She focused on slowing her handjob; she was teaching here.

“I served so many cocks that day; thick ones, thin ones, long, short. There were even a few transmen who didn’t have the anatomy I was used to, but made good use of me anyway. One young man with an extra long and thick cock decided to choke me with it; I actually passed out, and when I came too I was delighted to realise that he had finished in my unconscious body.” <i>Take the hint there about how hard I like it.</i>

“When the meet was over and everyone was going home, my husband finally approached me. My jaw was aching and my stomach so full of cum that I felt queasy, but I was happy and satisfied. I tried to say something to him, but he just took my head in his hands and started fucking my throat like everyone else. It was perfect; exactly what I wanted him to do. Then, instead of cumming down my throat, he pulled out and sprayed his cum on my tits. That’s when I felt him stick something in the cum, and I craned my neck to see what it was.”

Evelyn let go of Hastings’s cock and showed him her wedding ring. “The happiest day of my life. Period.”

Evelyn sat on her desk, facing Hastings. Hastings unconsciously moved his hips, trying to follow her departing hand. It was sad to watch, but she had chosen to teach a first year class and, after all; if they were already masters then there would be nothing to teach.

“The point I want you to learn, Master Hastings, is that before gaining entry to this academy you were extensively tested for your sadistic and dominant traits to ensure that you were a good fit. All academy girls are likewise tested for an extreme tendency for masochism and submission. This is an elite institution and the female students represent the top 1% in both those fields; they want to be used and they want to be abused.”

“I suspect that since you discovered your sadistic side, you’ve learned to hold it back; since you never found a woman who could suffer what you wanted to inflict, but every female student here has been selected because they have never found a partner who could inflict what they wanted to suffer. I want you to think of me less as a woman and more as a sex object for you to use. I assure you, there is nothing you can do to me that I’m not going to enjoy.”

She paused, waiting for his reaction. He had closed his eyes and was mouthing under his breath again.

Suddenly, and without any warning, his hand swung up and slapped her across the face. <i>YES!</i> He was still holding back, maybe he didn’t believe how durable she was, but still, <i>yes!</i>

He grabbed her blouse and ripped it open; her heavy tits tumbling out. <i>Insult them! I’ve nursed 3 kids; call them gross and veiny. </i>

But he had a different pain in mind; grabbing her nipples and twisting hard. <i>Yes yes! That!</i> The pain was like a searing light in her mind. Her legs trembled and for the first time since the interaction began, she started getting wet.

Master Hastings was leering over her; enjoying the control he had over her body; with a twisted nipple in each hand she couldn’t even move without agonising pain shooting through her. He smirked. “I have been holding back” he said, “But now I’m going to slap you around like my little punching bag.”

Her heart beat faster. He meant it; she knew. The old excitement was coming back.

“But first, you have something to finish.” He pushed her against her desk. “On your back now; like in your story.”

She hurried to comply; the ache in her nipples nothing compared to the righteousness of obeying this man. No sooner had she hung her head over the edge than he slapped her face again, and then, after a moment. He slapped her twice more just because he could and rammed his cock down her throat.

Evelyn relaxed both in body and in mind as she eased into the comfortable role of being a good hole. Massaging his cock with her throat muscles to make it feel as good as possible.

“Pretentious bitch!” he shouted as he slapped a stinging breast hard enough to slam it into the other. She screamed around his cock; there at least he wasn’t holding back.

“Never!” he shouted; pumping his cock into her mouth and punctuating his words with slaps to her breasts “Never! Take! Your! Mouth! Off! Without! Permission!”

“‘Orry ‘ir!” she gargled around his cock. A knot in her stomach she had been vaguely feeling since she had started talking was easing; she was being Corrected.

Master Hastings pulled his cock out and started jerking it over her. She kept her mouth open for him, but to her surprise and mild disappointment he started cumming. Spraying his cum over her face.

She licked at the pieces she could reach with her tongue. Settling into the simple joy of being useful. “Thank you for using this cum rag” she said.

Master Hastings panted a little; the next 3 years would involve a lot of mandatory distance running, but for now he was lacking in stamina. “That was very good” he muttered, looking away, “Good girl. Slut. Mrs Redgrave”. Then he abruptly left; hurrying up the steps of the lecture theatre without looking back to make eye contact.

Evelyn sighed as she watched him go; scoping cum off her face and into her mouth. Everyone starts somewhere, and he really did have potential. It was only as he went through the door, that she realised they had a voyeur.

Master Monroe, one of her Senior students, was leaning casually against the top row of chairs. He listened to Master Hastings’s fading footsteps before he called out “That look suits you, Cumdoll.”

Evelyn lowered her glaze and smiled. “I hear it’s good for the skin, Sir” She kept cleaning her face as Master Monroe descended the stairs.

“It’s a shame that the first years never know how to use a whore like you properly”

Evelyn didn’t respond at first; she remembered Master Monroe's first class 3 years ago; he and another student had DP’d her after the orientation lesson, and they’d been no less awkward than Master Hastings. “I find they learn fast, Sir”

He reached her and used one finger to gently lift her chin. Making eye contact with her. “I like to think that by the time they reach my age, they know a thing or two.”

Evelyn felt herself swooning a bit. She knew on one level that the unconscious signals he was giving were something he trained for, she had even taught some of those lessons herself, but having those signals turned on her by a handsome man nearly 30 years younger than her was very flattering. “Yes sir” she breathed.

Master Monroe’s eyes flickered to her lips, and she subconsciously started parting them; ready for his kiss.

Master Monroe slapped her. Properly hard and calibrated so that she spun 180 degrees and collapsed over her desk. The drop from romance to subspace was so intense that it was harder than the slap, and she had a brief moment to appreciate what he had done before he yanked down her skirt and rammed his cock up her ass.

Master Monroe laughed as her scream echoed in the hall “Screaming like the virgin we know you aren’t, Cumdoll?”

But she couldn’t really hear him; only hard training made her default to her practised chant “thankyouSirthankyouSirthankyouSir-”. As Master Monroe worked her ass the way it was surely intended. The lube she reapplied every hour, on the hour, prevented actual injury, but her ass still burned from being forced open enough to take him. It was perfect.

He grabbed her hair and yanked it back cruelly; forcing her to arch her back as he fucked her. “Hey Cumdoll. I wanna hear that whore mantra they make you chant. You know the one”

She did of course. He had fond memories of the mediation classes where she was one of 30 aspiring slaves riding sybians and chanting the mantra in response to bells. “I-I know my place” she began.

“Good whore!” he slapped the part of her ass he could reach.

She moaned and took that as her cue to go to the next part. “I know my role”

He reached forward with his free hand and yanked one of her sore nipples; she loved the liberties that he took with her body. “I -ah -I know my worth.”

He pulled back harder on her hair; arching her so far back that he could growl in her ear “What are you?”

She gasped and finished the manta “I’m tits. And holes”

“Are you breath? Is your breath worth anything?”

She saw where it was going and the realisation made it feel like she might cum. “No Si-UMPH!”

He slapped a hand around her face. He didn’t go for the obvious route of choking her exactly. Rather he covered her mouth in an airtight way, and with his fingers high enough that they closed off her nostrils. Her chest heaved for air, but it was like an immovable wall cut her off.

“Be a good hole for me, Cumdoll”

She did what he said. Ignoring the burning that had started in her chest as she focused on her ass; squeezing as he pulled out; opening as he pushed in. Her legs started to tremble a bit. She couldn’t be sure if it was because of lack of air or because of some approaching orgasm. It didn’t matter; she was a hole for Master Monroe to use.

Her vision started to go dark around the edges. Her body flooded with adrenaline; making the sensations from her ass even better. This was her favourite part, her body fighting to survive, versus a dark place inside her that had always known she would be happy if one day she was extinguished while serving a cock.

As her vision started to mix up with memories and dreams, just for a moment she glimpsed the entire course of her life, a young girl, scared and ashamed of these feelings she didn’t know what to do with. A shy first year realising she had found her place. A confident senior showing parents night the best the academy could offer. Her marriage, her husband, three wonderful kids, one of them telling her they wanted to come to the academy.

The darkness closed in. Absolute. Warmth. Silence.

A stab of light. Cold on her face. Master Monroe roaring in her ear as he came. Her body gasping for air while she shook. Cumming? She was falling. Master Monroe had yanked her hair so hard she’d fallen off the desk. She hit the ground in a boneless pile. “Tha-thank you for using-” She began, but Master Monroe shoved his cock into her mouth.

Clean up duty. <i>Of course, that was rude of me.</i> She dutifully sucked his cock, the taste of her ass mixing wonderfully with the last spurt of cum that hadn’t ended up there.

As a first year she would have struggled to clean his cock while recovering her breath, but with years of experience it was easy. When Master Monroe smiled and released her, he extracted his glistening cock and tapped it gently against her cheek, and somehow it felt more meaningful than when Master Hastings had slapped her.

She lay on the ground, seeing no need to stand for a bit. The light through the high window cast a long sunbeam and it felt like she was filled with sunbeams too. “Thank you Master Monroe” she said at last.

“You’re welcome, Cumdoll. It makes me sad to see a quality slut like you walking around without being used”

Evelyn smiled at him before dropping her gaze. She gripped at her desk to start lifting herself up. “Well this slut is glad you’re feeling charitable”

She paused a bit when she got to a kneeling position. “Are you here to speak with Mrs Redgrave, or Cumdoll?”

“Mrs Redgrave, I’m afraid. I have a report to hand in”

Nodding her head to acknowledge him, Evelyn slowly got the rest of the way up to a standing position and met his eyes. Then she dropped them again; blushing a little.

A few months ago, Master Monroe had celebrated his graduation to Senior year by taking several senior girls and hosting an orgy for a local same-sex university. Almost as an afterthought, which was the way she liked it, he had also taken Evelyn and designated her the party cumdump; telling the young men from the university that they could fuck any of the girls he had brought, but they could only cum in his Cumdoll.

It had been generous, impressively organised, and hot, but it had caused something of a breach in the teacher/student relationship. She knew now that he was one of the students she would remember for the rest of her life, there was a small part of her that would always be his Cumdoll.

Master Monroe was holding a thick booklet bound with a wide plastic spine. “It’s my whore-breaking assignment, Cumdoll; I’ve finished”

She wrenched her focus back to the task at hand “Already? That was meant to take you another month. Also that report could be a textbook, what have you got in it”

He shrugged, grinning cockily “It’s mostly high definition pictures. Would you like to see?”

She did of course. It was a secret she kept from her students but she looked forward to the whore-breaking reports every year. Touching herself in secret to the descriptions of Senior Masters breaking the will of naive first year sluts and making them do things that they never thought they could.

She had been a whore-breaking project herself; before joining the academy she had done a lot of soul searching and decided that she would never be able to handle a cock in her ass. The Senior Master assigned to her had locked her in a chastity belt for four months, only unlocking her to tease her to the edge of orgasm over and over again. Until one day she decided that it would be worth having her ass fucked if that meant that she could cum. That had been her first anal experience and her first anal orgasm, the first of many.

She opened his report at random and took note of the redheaded first year shown there. “Ms O’Harra”, she recalled, “She needed to be broken out of an aversion to analingus.” and Master Monroe had taken her out of classes for his project, she remembered; a special allowance for whore-breaking. How long had it been? Her pussy had been clean shaven at her first year presentation, but it was obscured by a thick red bush now.

“Turn to the front page” grinned Master Monroe.

It was a stunning picture of Ms O’Harra in full colour and high definition, chained up with her face deep between Master Monroe’s ass cheeks, enthusiastically licking his rectum. “Very impressive, Master Monroe. How did you get such results so quickly?”

Master Monroe shrugged again. “I tied her up and restricted her access to food; made it so that she could only eat if she ate it off my body. Then I just gradually moved where the food was until she was licking it out of my ass. Classic brainwashing; now eating ass sustains her, she practically worships me, and it only took a month and a bit to achieve”

Evelyn could imagine it; being in Ms O’Harra’s place. She must have had weeks watching the food move and knowing how it would ultimately end. Knowing that no matter how strong her revulsion; she would end up with his tongue in his ass; because she was a submissive and he knew how to make her submit. Evelyn felt a tingle. A little spark.

“Then does this mean that Ms O’Harra will be returning to classes?”

“I’ll let her go soon. Actually I was thinking I would do a little graduation ceremony. I’m still in touch with those university lads who emptied their balls into you. I’m thinking that every time she makes one of them cum by rimming them, they get one swipe of the razor against her pussy. When that untidy bush is cleaned up then she can go free.”

Evelyn felt wistful, it was a tradition to let the senior students hold onto their whore-breaking projects for a bit to celebrate a job well done. After breaking her, her Senior Master hadn’t unlocked her right away, instead he’d brought her home for the holidays and she had spent 3 weeks as an anal toy for him, his brothers, his Dad, and even a lucky pizza boy.

She realised she was rubbing her thighs together and she almost sighed. It didn’t matter that she was freshly fucked and still flooded with endorphins. The academy had turned her into a sex object and that meant that the need for sex was never far away. Her pussy felt empty and needy. The one hole that hadn’t been worked over in the last 15 minutes.

“Enjoying that thought, aren’t you, Cumdoll?” Master Monroe breathed into her ear.

She yielded to her desire and leaned back against his chest. “Yes sir, this old slut is needy and desperate”

He took her into his arms, gently lifting her up and placing her down on her desk. The casual display of strength was thrilling. He had gone through years of Academy training preparing for a life where he would be expected to easily throw women over his shoulder if he chose, and now he had her in his control

She reached out and traced her fingers over his arms; feeling the hard muscles under his shirt. He was fully dressed and elegant, while she was mostly naked from the last two fucks, leaking cum and degraded. Exactly as it should be. She spread her knees wide; thankful for a master’s attention.

His fingers found her pussy and slipped easily between the slick folds. He didn’t go too deep at first; just carefully stroking her; stoking that little spark into a raging heat inside her. She felt her juices dripping down and pooling underneath her, and she found it so easy to imagine that she was melting inside.

He leaned her a bit further back, supporting her easily with his other arm. He took his hand away from her pussy and unzipped himself, resting his thick cock over her pussy with a satisfying weight. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Evelyn shivered “A cunt’s job is to bring pleasure to a cock, so if this cunt pleases you then please use her holes”

He chuckled “Yes of course, you’re a worthless old cumrag and I can do whatever I want with you” She bit her lip as she enjoyed the words “but that’s not what I’m asking. I want you to be honest with me.”

For a moment she found herself hesitating. Stepping out of the rituals of her slavery somehow made it all feel so much rawer. “Yes” she said at last “I want you to fuck me”

He kissed her, taking her by surprise. In the Academy, it was a surprisingly intimate act. She held him as their hot tongues danced. His arms around her, his hard cock still resting on her pussy.

They parted and she looked deeply into his eyes. She held his gaze as he smiled.

“But Cumdoll” he asked “Why would I fuck your used up pussy?” He dropped her.

In the instant as she fell, her emotions collided like freight trains. <i>I fell for it again! God that was so hot! I’m so stupid! I’m a stupid little whore and he played me so well! I’m so proud of him!</i>

Then, as she impacted the desk, the one remaining thought was. <i>Slap me right now; I think I could cum!</i>

But he was already leaving; she arched her back; trying to keep contact with his cock, but it was no use.

As she watched his departing back, her hands went desperately to her cunt, trying to get the release she’d been denied.

“Oh and Cumdoll? I think no touching your pussy until the next time you cum”

Her fingers sprung away, even as she groaned. “This is cruel” She found herself shouting. Then she felt ashamed of her outburst. She gathered herself “Please, Master Monroe, give this stupid whore some relief”

He paused at the top of the stairs and finally turned to face her, raising one eyebrow. “Very well then. The spine of my report is pretty wide; I suppose you can hump it until you cum.”

It was humiliating, but she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed his report and started humping away; the hard plastic grinding her clit. It hurt and it was humiliating but it was perfect.

She could see herself; a nearly fifty year old woman, and a teacher besides, on her back, on her desk, frantically humping a report. Broken as easily as if she were a first year.

Truly wonderful.

Master Monroe chuckled and left. Evelyn kept humping the report; she could feel her orgasm approaching and nothing could have made her stop.

What a place the Academy was! She could have spent her whole life never being treated this way and being haunted by a vague sense that something was missing, but the academy had found her, showed her that there was nothing wrong with her desires, showed her she wasn’t alone, and there were people who could fill that cock shaped hole inside her.

She thought of Master Monroe, and of her Husband, and of her Whore-Breaker, and of all the other fine specimens that she’d had the good fortune to know throughout her life. Her needy body, defenceless against their eyes and hands. And cocks, tongues, arms, chests, slapping, choking, ruining, fucking, cumming. The images all started to blur and dissolve together as she, herself, dissolved into orgasm.