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My Place In Life
by JYM GJ@SPRYNET.COM


I never did find my niche, but it found me on a lonely
road in rural Massachusetts one hot August afternoon. My father
thought forcing me into teaching would be just the thing to
straighten me out, so I guess the joke is on him. He forced me
to take a teaching job by cutting off my allowance and
threatening to write me out of his will. Up until I started
teaching I'd never done anything useful with my college degree.
I was content to enjoy life - travelling the world, paryting,
sleeping with every guy who caught my fancy, all the while
supported by my father's money. It was inevitable that he'd get
tired of my shit and do something about it. And he did.

I arrived at Stone Ridge academy in the late summer of
1994. It's located in a small town in the Berkshires. Stone
Ridge is a place where rich parents send problem kids to
straighten them out. I suppose it's ironic that my father got me
the teaching job there, but maybe the old man does have a sense
of humor. My name is Dana Dawes and I was a week shy of my 25th
birthday when I arrived at Stone Ridge. I'm a very beautiful
brunette with long sleek legs, a nice figure, and big brown
eyes. I'm 34c-25-35, stand 5'7" and weigh about 123 pounds.

My first year at Stone Ridge went pretty well, all
things considered. It was hard to get used to living in a small
town (population less than 2000) and learning to deal with a
bunch of kids who act just like I did was no stroll in the park.
But I was shocked to learn that I enjoyed teaching, still do in
fact. It's just my personal circumstances that have changed. I
lived alone the first year, in a room in one of the dorms - part
of the job was supervising the brats when they weren't in class.
I kept to myself pretty much and concentrated on making a go of
it. I didn't want to get cut out of daddy's will!

One teacher who's much admired by the male population is
Jill Barrett, the girl's physical eduation teacher. She's in her
late twenties, tall, blonde, athletic, and easily the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I've seen quite a few. She
was courteous and helpful, but maintained a certain reserve, a
distinct coolness. At first I thought it was me - another woman,
beautiful, and a potential rival. But I soon realized that she
treated everyone the same.

I didn't get any vacation this year (1995) and spent the
summer teaching remedial classes. I did get away for a couple of
weekends, but that was it. In August, during a major heatwave, I
drove to Boston on a Friday night and spent the weekend with an
old flame. It was great - dinner, a show, a Red Sox game, and
some great sex. It was over all to soon and I drove back to
Stone Ridge on Sunday afternoon. I wanted to rest before classes
on Monday. Remedial classes are the pits!

I was close to Stone Ridge, maybe five or six miles
away, when a tire blew out on a stretch of rural road and my car
went into a ditch. I was wearing my seatbelt and the airbag
deployed, so I wasn't hurt, but my car wasn't driveable. I
locked it up, put a note on the windshield and started walking.
I'd walked a little over a mile, and was sweating like crazy
before a car passed and pulled over. It was Jill. She stepped
out of her car, a gray Accord, looking cool and sophisticated in
a halter-style tennis dress that displayed her perfect figure
and long, tanned legs.

She leaned against the trunk with her arms folded and
watched, smiling, as I approached. "Need a ride?" She inquired.
I nodded, "God, yes! It's so hot and there hasn't been another
car since I've been walking."

"I saw your car back there. What happened?" She
straightened up as I approached.

"Tire blew and it was in the ditch before I could react.
I'm so happy you came along. I don't think I could walk another
mile in this heat!"

Jill smiled. "It is hot, and so humid. But if you want a
ride you're going to have to beg for one. On your knees. Nude.
Like the slave you are."

I stared at her in shock. "What are you talking about?
I'm no slave! Are you crazy?"

She just grinned. "I've been watching you. You need
someone to control your life. Keep you on the
straight-and-narrow so you can inherit daddy's money." Suddenly
her hand shot out and she slapped me across the face. Hard.
She's 5'10" and very strong and the slap rocked me back on my
heels. I touched my hand to my cheek and stared at her with
tears in my eyes. She slapped me again. "Now get those clothes
off and get down on your knees and beg! Or you can walk back and
when you get there we can do this again! Do you strip now or
later?"

I dropped my eyes and whispered, "Now." She slapped me
again. "You're first lesson - call me ma'am or Miss Jill or
Mistress, and be polite. And answer fully. Now try again."
Another slap reinforced the lesson.

I was crying, but I stifled my sobs and whispered, "I'll
strip now, ma'am." She nodded and I started to unbutton my
blouse. She opened the trunk of her Accord and told me to throw
my clothes in as I removed them. My blouse was followed closely
by my linen shorts and my sandals. Then I reached back and
unhooked my bra. "Very nice," Jill commented as my firm round
tits tumbled free. "I like your tan lines." I could feel myself
blushing as I bent to push my panties down over my hips. Jill
chuckled. "I love a modest little slave!"

After tossing my panties into the trunk, I went to my
knees and begged for a ride back to school. She made me grovel
on my belly in the dirt and lick the dust off the toes of her
tennis shoes. I was shocked to discover that I was excited. Very
excited. She let me lick the toes of her sneakers for a couple
of minutes before nudging me away and telling me to crawl around
to the passenger door. As I crawled around to the side of the
car, she kicked me between my legs. Sobbing, I crawled faster to
avoid more punishment. She opened the door and I crawled in,
remaining crouched on the floor as ordered. As she drove, she
talked about what was expected of me. I would move into her
quarters to 'share' them. Her roommate had just left to take
another job and nobody would think anything of it. I would be
responsible for all of the cooking, cleaning, and laundry. I
would also be responsible for the upkeep of the house, the yard,
and the automobile. Mine would be sold and the money put into a
CD. I would have a wardrobe for school. Around the house, which
was surrounded by a high stockade fence and many evergreens and
other plantings, I would remain nude at all times. Regardless of
the season. I would have one jogbra, one pair of running shorts
and one pair of shoes. I would be expected to run five miles
everyday before 6 a.m.

When we arrived back at school she parked in a hidden
spot behind the gym and got my clothes out of the trunk. She
watched me dress and then we got back into the car and she
dropped me at the dorm. I went inside and packed. Everything I
owned fit into two large suitcases. None of the furniture in the
room was mine. I called Jill when I was ready and she came to
pick me up. Her quarters, owned by school, are across campus on
a hill near the gym. The house is small, but cozy. The exterior
is brick and it was built in the '20s. The stockade fence was
added a few years ago to give the occupant some privacy. As we
approached the gate, Jill pressed a button on a remote and the
gate swung open. Once inside, she pulled up to the garage and
parked. I was trembling from a mixture of fear and excitement as
I got out and followed her into the house.

My suitcases went right up to her room where I unpacked
and allowed her to sort through my clothes. Dresses, skirts, and
most blouses went into the closet for school wear, mayny things
went onto the floor for the trash (all my panties, bras,
pantyhose, and slacks) and some went into a pile to be altered.
(Jeans - to be converted to shorts for instance). When that was
done, Jill had me strip and shower. The shower was symbolic I
guess - to cleanse me before I began my new life as her slave.
When the shower was over she ordered me to kneel and rest my
head on the shower mat. She prepared an enema while I watched
with fearful eyes. She hung the bag from a hook sent in the
ceiling and then slipped the greased nozzle into my ass. She sat
beside me and massaged my belly while the three quarts of soapy
water filled my bowels. When the bag was empty, she removed the
nozzle and replaced it with a large, tight butt plug. "You'll
hold this for 15 minutes. We'll go out into the back yard and
I'll show you my gardens."

I nodded. "Yes, mistress. Thank you." I followed her
down the stairs, walking very slowly. We paused in the kitchen
and she had me hold my arms out in front of me with my hands
clasped while she tied my wrists together. Not tightly, but
tight enough so that I couldn't get out. We walked around while
she showed off her gardens. They're quite nice and well-planned.
After fifteen minutes had passed, she took me over to the fence
and had me stand on a wooden box, facing the fence, and she
looped the rope around my wrist over a hook in the top of one of
the fence posts. Then she pulled the box out from under my feet,
leaving me hanging by my wrists, my toes barely touching the
ground. Then she spread my buttocks and pulled the butt plug
out. She pushed one hand between me and the fence and massaged
my belly. I turned and whispered, "Please, don't make me do
this! Please, let me go to the bathroom. Please mistress, please
don't humiliate me like this!"

Jill grinned. "But that's the whole purpose. To humilate
you. To make you realize that you have no privacy, that your a
slave. Now be a good girl and expel it. You do want to be a good
girl, don't you?" Then she slapped me on the ass. "Or would you
rather be persuaded with a good hard spanking?"

"No, mistress, I don't want a spanking. I want to be a
good girl." Then, weeping in shame, I expelled the contents of
my bowels. I felt the water and shit splash on my legs and
wished I could crawl into a hole and die. But, at the same time,
I felt a perverted sense of satisfaction - I was a good girl and
wouldn't be spanked. Jill washed me with a hose and then let me
down. Then she took me up to the patio, gagged me, and bent me
over a chair. I screamed into the gag as she beat me with a
braided leather belt. When it was over, I crawled to her on my
belly, sobbing, and licked her bare feet while I begged her to
let me prove to her that I could be a good slave.

She crouched and ruffled my hair. "The best way to prove
that would be to stretch out on the table with your legs spread
and beg to be pussy-whipped." I stared up at her in shocked
disbelief. A minute later I was on the table, legs spread.
"Please, Miss Jill, whip my pussy. Please, whip it hard." I lay
there and took ten hard strokes between my legs. I sobbed and
begged, but I didn't move. After it was over, I went inside on
my hands and knees, a form of locomotion that I was to get well
acquainted with over the next few months.

I was sent up to shower again, and Jill made me go up
the stairs on my knees, hands clasped behind my neck. It was
hard! Especially with her behind me, whipping me along with that
damn braided belt! I was sobbing again by the time I got to the
top. My knees ached for hours. The stairs are hardwood and not
carpeted. This time, before my shower, my long hair was clipped
short and I was shaved. After the shower, when I was dry and had
brushed my teeth, I went into the bedroom and found Jill sitting
on the bed crosslegged and nude. Her body was fantastic - firm,
pointy tits and those long beautiful legs. She was shaved too
and as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed I knew what was
coming. I had tried sex with a couple of girls in college and it
didn't do anything for me, so I wasn't a virgin in that respect.
But to be expected to provide continually sexual services as a
slave was something new.

I went to my knees in the doorway and approached Jill
with downcast eyes. "Please, mistress, may I satisfy you with my
tongue?" She sighed and stroked my hair. "Such a good slave.
Yes, you may satisfy me with your tongue. Begin at my feet." I
crouched and licked and kissed each toe on both feet. Then I
worked my way up her lovely calves, paying a good deal of
attention to her delicately sculpted knees. Even more time was
spent licking and kissing her long firm thighs. By the time I
ran my tongue up the furrow between her legs she was dripping.
She moaned with pleasure as I teased her with my tongue. "Oh
god! You are a great little cunt-licker!" I slipped my hands
under her buttocks and lifted her so that I had full access to
her sex. After a minute or two I began to tease her anus with
the tip of one finger. When she pushed against my finger, I
nipped her clit and drove my finger deep into her tight ass. She
threw her head back and screamed in pleasure as her orgasm tore
through her.

She rewarded me by strapping on a huge dildo and raping
my virgin asshole as I whimpered and begged. God, it was so
right! And that was only the beginning of my slavery.

On Monday, I taught a remedial class wearing a clingy
gray dress, white thigh highs, and black medium-heeled pumps.
The way my breasts bounced when I moved made it clear to all
that I was braless. And I heard one girl say to another, "Look,
no panty lines. She must be nude under that dress." It was so
deliciously humiliating. After class one of the girls, a cute
little redhead, stayed after to ask some questions. Something
she'd never done before. Jill had ordered me not to resist if
any of the girls made advances, but I was not to initiate
anything. The redhead, Amy, was wearing shorts and a cropped
t-shirt. She's a small girl, no more than 5'4", but she has a
great little body and she's pretty - big green eyes and lots of
freckles.

As I answered her questions, she casually reached out
and put her hand on my ass. I glanced at her, but didn't say a
word. She went over and closed the door. I heard the lock click
before she turned away from the door. I stood by my desk and
stared at her in silence as she walked back from the door. "Are
you wearning anything under your dress?" She smiled as she spoke
because she knew the answer already. I shook my head. She
grinned. "Show me."

I stooped and caught the hem of my dress and lifted it
smoothly over my head. I folded it neatly and put it down on the
desk. Then I stood with my hands at my sides and stared at the
far wall while Amy stroked me. She cupped my tits and squeezed
them gently. I sighed and closed my eyes. She teased my nipples
erect with the balls of her thumbs. "Do you like this?"

I nodded. "Oh, yes!"

"And this?" I sighed as her hand worked between my legs.
"Oh god, yessss!"

"Is it true that you're Jill's slave?" My eyes opened in
shock. Amy giggled. "Jill told me you were. Do you think I'd do
this if she hadn't put me up to it? Now get up and squat on your
desk - knees apart." I obeyed. And moaned with pleasure as she
worked her small hand into my cunt and fist-fucked me. My orgasm
was incredible! Then I was down on my knees and eating her
delicious young pussy. She was bare and wet and so eager. I knew
that life at Stone Ridge was going to be memorable from then on.
Amy kissed me before she left and whispered, "Next time I fist
your ass."

I shivered and whispered, "Please....."

And she did. Many times.

- End