Gorgeous teacher Corrie has been blackmailed and owned by a dominant couple. Trained and subjugated, she is taken to a party, collared, and passed around the guests. This chapter of her story is told in her own words.
The window scrolled down silently. "Get in the back, and kneel up on the seat," my mistress told me and pressed the button to close it again. I got in as instructed and reached for the seatbelt. "You won't need that," she snapped and pulled the big car away from the curb.
I knelt up, pulling my shoulders back and pushing my bust out in the way I knew my mistress expected. She said nothing for a few minutes, but I was very aware of her watching me in the rearview mirror. Finally she spoke again. "Unbutton your blouse," she said, "Slowly!" I obeyed, of course. Slowly working the small buttons open, I kept my chest thrust out as far as possible and made my movements as sexy as possible. I knew that was what she wanted.
The buttons unfastened, I pulled the ends out of my skirt and opened it as far as possible to reveal my swelling, silky bra. "All the way off," I was ordered. "The bra, too!" I unbuttoned my cuffs and slipped the expensive blouse off to place it on the seat behind me. I couldn't see mistress' expression, but I knew she liked my breasts, so I didn't hang around. I reached behind me, unhooked the clasp, and let the cups fall off my tits.