Extra-Curricular Activities

[adirtysecret]

The week has passed unevenly fully as Daniel bided his time and plotted his next encounter with his teacher. Immediately on getting home he had downloaded and backed up the video he had taken in Mrs Cheswick's classroom. Over and over he had watched his teacher's striptease and spanking, listened to her admitting her whoredom to the sound of wood slapping against her smooth buttocks. Each time he jerked off to the video of her head bobbing in his crotch and the sound of her voice as she orgasmed on his shoe left him hornier than before. Her contact details were recorded and he kept her panties in his bag with him. Despite the fact that he cock kept every time he caught sight of her he would keep up the pretence of being the respectful pupil. He kept quiet and made no trouble, though all he could concentrate on during her lessons was staring at her luscious breasts and picturing the way they had jiggled when he slapped them, or watching her mouth as she spoke and recalling the feeling of them around his cockhead and the sight of them glistening with her saliva and his semen.*

Daniel enjoyed watching Mrs Cheswick maintain her confident, businesslike demeanour and knowing now that it was a front, that underneath she was the slut who had confessed to being his bitch, who hand drunk down his cum. Whatever the rest of the class saw, he saw the cunt who had rubbed herself shamelessly to climax on his shoe. That she did so well pretending to be the ice maiden just made Daniel more aroused, especially as the only time the act cracked was when he spoke to her or got close. He never said more than "Yes Miss" or "Hello Miss", but saw the faltering in her replies, or the way she avoided his eyes.

Daniels kept biding his time until Friday night came. The he had everything arranged. His parents thought he was going out with his best friend Paul. Paul thought that he was covering for Dan while he went to visit his cousin 'Otto' in the city. Now he just had to let his bitch know what they would really be doing. He decided to do it by putting a note in her register in the morning using the same notepaper the school secretaries used to pass on phone messages. It said: "For: Mrs Cheswick, Caller: Otto's Friend, Message: "Call home and let your husband know that you must work late. After school drive to the Parkvale Motel, Room 16."

 

[lizzbeth]

Gillian Cheswick was a worrier, but she had always covered up her insecurities with thoroughness, routines and an air of confident authority. Things for Gillian always had to be just so, everything had to be planned out and run to routine. It was the quality that had made her the successful, respected teacher...

So how to cope, then, as she had suddenly and spectacularly lost control of her life? She had driven home in a daze and stood for several minutes in her dark hallway in silence. Without thinking about it, she had climbed the stairs to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. She stood there for a long time, her skin tingling as she relived every moment of her humiliation.

She had attempted to block it out by returning to routine. By the time her husband returned home she was finishing cooking the meal she had planned for that evening. They had discussed his day as they usually did. The conversation was one they had every day, and took little thought. As they trod through the same old topics Gillian's mind wandered and memories crept back; The feeling of a wooden ruler slapping against her buttocks; the feeling of a young, hard cock throbbing and pulsing as it ejaculated in her mouth. She grew increasingly fidgety as she tried to block it out and finally she broke. In a desperate attempt to distract herself she lunged in to kiss her husband. The love-making was fierce and breathless, but the memories weedled into her brain even as her husband lay atop her. All she could think about as he thrust into her was the way she had orgasmed on Daniel's shoe. "Call me a slut!" She cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me harder! Call me a dirty whore and fuck me haaard!" She begged. Her husband had done it, and Gillian had climaxed hard. He was shocked and surprised, but she had refused to discuss it afterwards.

For the rest of the week she had taken refuge in routines, throwing herself into work. She had been even more brisk and strict at school, even with other staff. The only time the armour was pierced was when Daniel came into view. The sight of him made her stomach flutter with butterflies. She avoided his eyes and simply muttered when he spoke to her. She had to fight the urge to run when he was near.

The week had passed and Friday approached, but as the relief of the weekend was near she opened he register that morning to see the note that made her blood run cold. She had quickly put it into her bag and burned it at breaktime. She worked her way through the day, distracted and preoccupied. At lunchtime she left a message on her husband's phone telling him that she had a meeting after school. Then, her nerve tense, she drove out of school on the bell and drove to the motel. She sat in her car for several minutes working up her courage. Then finally went to room 16 and knocked on the door...

 

[adirtysecret]

Daniel was waiting behind the door, watching through the spyhole. He could see Mrs Cheswick’s car and wondered for a few minutes whether she would just drive away again. He allowed himself a moment of satisfaction as she climbed out and came to the door. He enjoyed the tension and anticipation on her face and then went back to his seat as she raised her hand to knock.

“Its open!” he called through the door and reclines in a chair. Everything was lined up and he wanted to watch her from here as she entered the room. “Hello Miss” he said with a grin as she came in. It was a small room with a double bed, built-in wardrobes, a sidetable and chairs and a wall-mounted flatscreen TV. On the bed was a small package wrapped in brown paper and Daniel held the remote controls in his hand. He seemed to be watching a porn movie on the TV, but as it played it became obvious that it was in fact the recording of Mrs Cheswick he had captured a few days before.

Daniel watched his teacher’s face closely as she realised what she was seeing and hearing. He didn’t have to look at the screen to know every move that she has made as she leant over a desk in her lingerie. The curve of her full breasts and the smooth slope of her pert buttocks were committed to his memory. The sound of their voices, though, and the words they spoke, filled the room…

TV DIALOGUE
"Are you a slut, Mrs Cheswick?"

“What? No! No I am not!”

“Liar”

*SMACKKK*
“I know that you’re a slut,” “Just look at you…” “Bending over a desk in your lingerie, showing off your body…” “Wearing that thong to show off your tight little bottom… and all of those low cut tops in the summer, showing off those tits to all the boys. I’ll bet you love the fact that they jerk off their cocks thinking about you, slut”

“No that isn’t true!”

Daniel spoke up over the top of the video as if he hadn’t noticed it, “What do you think of the room? It’s the best that I could afford...”

His words were accompanied by the sound of the video; a wooden ruler slapping against a tight, rounded ass; the sweet yelp of a woman’s voice as she was spanked… disciplined. Mrs Cheswick’s face as she watched the screen was a picture. Daniel waited to see how she would react.

 

[lizzbeth]

Gillian stepped into the room with trepidation and, strangely, had a brief moment of relief when she was out of the open where prying eyes could see her and the room seemed to be normal and unremarkable. Even Daniel’s greeting ‘Hello Miss’ was reassuringly innocuous, he could almost have been sitting at his desk in her classroom.

Her classroom. She had noticed the video playing on the TV after a heartbeat, but it had taken another few seconds for her to recognise her classroom. She had another second of incomprehension and then she realised that the woman bending herself over a desk, who she had thought was a pornographic actress, was actually herself. The realisation hit her like a punch to the stomach.

"Are you a slut, Mrs Cheswick?"

The television spoke to her and she couldn’t look away. She just kept her wide eyes on the screen and moved her mouth dumbly.

She didn’t even hear Daniel speaking to her. She visibly jumped as she watched him on the screen swinging her wooden ruler to spank her with a *THWACKKK*

TV DIALOGUE
I want to hear you say it, and this time no lies. Are you a slut, Gillian?”

“Alright, Alright! Please… please stop!

*SMACKKK*

“YES!” “YES I AM!”

*THWACKK*

“I want to hear you say it! Tell me what you are Gillian…”


*SMACKK*

“Yes-yes!” gasp “I am a slut. I AM A SLUT!”

Gillian clapped her hands over her ears, “Oh God, turn it off… please!!!”

 

[adirtysecret]

Daniel loved the way she jumped at the thwack of the ruler and wondered if she remembered what it felt like when he spanked her. He held up the remote and paused the video. The image of Mrs Cheswick in her underwear, blushing and breathless, standing with her arms behind her back an her feet spread apart flickered on the screen. “Oh… don’t you like it, Miss?” he said, pretending to be disappointed, “I just like seeing the real you, instead of the disguise you wear every day at school…” He stood up and took his phone out of his pocket and touched the screen, instantly it played the sound clip he had ready, and Mrs. Cheswick’s gasping, heavy voice moaned and echoed through the room,

"Ohh ohhh I'm... a.. a cocksucking... a cocksucking whorrrre..."

“Should I call you ‘Miss’, Mrs Cheswick?” he asked her, looking deep into her eyes, “Is that who you are?” He tapped the phone screen again. Mrs. Cheswick’s voice echoed again.

”*uhhhh* I am a slut.”

“Just remember what happens when you don’t tell me the truth…” he smiled at her and kept stepping towards her remorselessly, backing her up against the closed door of the room.

 

[lizzbeth]

He kept coming, and that hold his eyes had over her gripped her tight. His words wound their way around something vulnerable and raw in Gillian’s psyche and she started, with a tiny gasp as she backed into the door with a small bump. Good God! Her nerves felt like they were going to shake her apart!

She tried to push herself back into the wood of the door, as if she hoped she might melt away into it. She gulped and tore her eyes away from his and looked at the carpet. She squirmed and let out a long, shivering sigh that betrayed the fact that she knew surrender was the only option she had. Finally, she choked out the word, “No…”

 

[adirtysecret]

Daniel watched the way she backed off from him; the way her eyes showed her uncertainly, and then the way she lowered them. He could hear the submission in her breath. Memories of his father teaching him to train dogs and horses came into his mind; the way a gesture of his hand could make his dog sit, or bed, or a touch from his heel could turn his horse. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he saw how he had the fearsome Mrs Cheswick broken and ripe for training. She really was his bitch now.

“No, what?” he said as he lifted her chin with his hand, noticing the way she kept her eyes down until the last moment, “No that isn’t who you are? Then tell me what you are, Gillian.”

 

[lizzbeth]

"No, what?... No, that isn't who you are? Then tell me what you are, Gillian"

Gillian held her eyes low, trying desperately to push them further than they would turn to avoid looking up into his relentless, piercing eyes. She knew what it would do to the fragile tatters of her self-belief. Finally, involuntarily, they flickered upwards and were caught in his unblinking gaze. Her stomach fluttered and her heart was thumping in her throat as her mouth opened to speak in a quavering voice. "I... I am your slut..."

She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering furiously as he kept looking at her, silently. "... Sir..." She added uncertainly. It felt as though she was floating and the wooden door pressed to her back was lifting her up into the air. She drew in a breath and found that she was half-fearful, but also excited. The moment of her surrender hung in the air and she wondered what might come next now that all control had been stripped from her.

 

[adirtysecret]

"I... I am your slut... Sir..."

Daniel just had to stand very still and look at her. 'She's a creature of instinct.' He remembered his father's voice talking to him about a young filly they had been breaking in on their farm, 'don't come on too hard, be firm, but just nudge her, let her instincts do the rest.' The thought brought the smile to his lips just as much as his teacher's words... Former teacher, he corrected himself, now she was his slut.

"Good girl." He said soothingly and leant down to place a soft kiss on her lip and stroked her chin. After he broke it, he stroked her hair. For a moment he considered saying something, but then he reconsidered. 'A light touch, don't spook the mare' he thought silently and turned away to go and sit in the chair. He just looked her up and down.

"Now you may take off your clothes," he instructed, imitating the way that Mrs Cheswick gave instructions to her classes, "Fold them and put them on the table. Then show me that you have remembered how I taught you to stand."

 

[lizzbeth]

"Good girl."

Gillian's eyes closed and her breath came warm and slow from her throat as he kissed her. So soft! The sudden tenderness sent her mind spinning in a new direction. She almost leaned after him as he turned away and went back to his seat. As he watched her from there she barely dared move, afraid that the numb feeling would disappear.

"Now you may take off your clothes. Fold them and put them on the table. Then show me that you have remembered how I taught you to stand."

The tone in his voice made her gulp and shiver. She heard a voice murmuring "Yes, sir" and realised that it was her own.

Stepping away from the door, she crossed her arms over her front and took hold of the hem of the sweater she wore and pulled it up over her head. For a moment, she glanced up at him while she folded it and placed it carefully on the table beside her. Her hands went slowly to the buttons of her blouse and unfastened them one by one. She tugged it from the waist of her knee-length skirt and then dutifully folded the blouse and laid it on top of the sweater.

She was standing side-on to him as she stepped out of her shoes, unclasped and unzipped the skirt and pushed it to shimmer down over her hips. She bent at the waist, knowing that her figure would be silhouetted as she bent and stuck out her bottom. She folded and placed it on the pile and then stood there in her bra and panties. They were a matching pair, cream coloured and lacy.

Gillian turned to face him then, and with an effort lifted her eyes to his. His gaze on hers made her heart drum hard in her chest as she pushed it forward to reach behind and unclasp her bra, then peel it slowly away from her firm, heavy breasts. They bounced slightly as she exposed them. Her nipples where already hardening to buds.

She was strangely calm now, even though every inch of her skin tingled like electricity was running over it. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and bent delicately and gracefully at the knee to peel them down and step out of them. She paced over to the pile of her clothes to lay her underwear on top. Unprompted, a shiver ran up and down her spine as she composed herself to stand as she had been told... been commanded.

Stepping in front of him, she moves her feet apart to shoulder-width. Lifting her arms to lace her fingers together at the nape of her neck, her breasts lift and press outwards. Her back is held up and slightly arched. As she positions herself she can almost feel the wooden ruler used in her classroom to correct her posture. Then she stands still and poised, her body tense as she watches him, wondering if it fear and anticipation of what he will damnd next that she is feeling, or desire for his approval.

 

[adirtysecret]

Daniel watched as she obediently stripped naked and poised herself for his inspection. She was a beautiful specimen. Dark hair and blue eyes, and smooth alabaster skin. Her full breasts rose and fell with her paced breathing and Daniel's eyes drifted up her elegant throat, noticing her pulse beating visibly under her skin. He smiled at the sign of her excitement. Her lips where ripe and soft, slightly open. Her eyes were looking down. He hadn't expected her to take to her submission so instinctively.

He stood up and walked over to her, slowly, to keep the tension high.*Gradually he lifted his hand to touch her on the throat, where the throbbing pulse drummed. Stroking down with just his fingertips barely touching her, he snaked his hand down across her collar bone and between her breasts. They were magnificent. *DD-cups, they were more than a handful, and they sloped down to perky points before swelling deliciously to give her a perfect hourglass figure.

Daniel traced the outline of the with his fingers, stroking under and around his teacher's left breast in an ever decreasing circle until he reached the sweet bud at its tip. He turned his hand to brush her nipple with the back of his hand and then with a turn of the wrist brought his thumb to its point and briefly, softly circled her areola before giving the nipple a quick pinch. Meanwhile his left hand caressed her hip and slid up her waist. Cupping her breasts in each hand he lifted them and sighed as he felt their weight. Pressing them up and together, as they had been by her bra he said, "From now on you are to make sure that you show at least an inch of cleavage at school, the boys like it when they get to see what fine tits you have."

He looked down and lowered his hands, stroking over her flat stomach. "You will wear high heels, and skirts that come no lower than your knee. Make sure that they hug close to your ass. I want to see a peach whenever you bend over." he continued as his fingertips tickled her navel and spread out over her hips, "Whenever you wear clothes that I don't find pleading, I will punish you." As he spoke he moved around behind her, his body almost close enough to brush against her as kept his hands exploring her exposed and presented body. With one he cupped her buttock, while the other ran back up her flank to cup her breast and trade her nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Do you understand?"
**
He waited for her reply and then gave her buttock a swat with his open hand *SLAPP*. "Do you understand, slut?"

 

[lizzbeth]

Gillian listened to the sound of her breath rasping back and forth and felt her heart pounding in her throat. Her skin tingled as it lay exposed to the eyes of her... What was he to her now? Student? Blackmailer? Tormented? Lover? Master?...

She could feel his breath on her face, but didn't look up at him. She almost gasped as he touched her, but held the sharp intake of breath in check as she held herself poised... Just as he has commanded her. Her heart fluttered and her skin buzzed and tingled with electricity as he stroked and tickled her. He had not been this sensuous, even seductive before. She whimpered as his hands found her breasts and teased her nipples. Her teeth chewing on her lower lip. She let out a low groan as he lifted her breasts in his hands like an owner inspecting livestock.

"From now on you are to make sure that you show at least an inch of cleavage at school, the boys like it when they get to see what fine tits you have... You will wear high heels, and skirts that come no lower than your knee. Make sure that they hug close to your ass. I want to see a peach whenever you bend over."

Gillian's face flushed pink. The way he spoke to her rose feelings of humiliation, rage, fear and... Was it really excitement, even arousal. She allowed her mind for a moment to imagine herself dressed as he commanded, not so scandalously after all, just a few hints of sexuality. She imagined the hungry eyes of the class upon her. An electric shiver ran down her spine as she realised she would do just as he ordered.

Whenever you wear clothes that I don't find pleading, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

That made her stomach do a somersault and all she could do was murmur, "Y... Yes."

*SLAPP*. "Do you understand, slut?"

Gillian jerked and gave a small yelp, "Ahh! Yes Master!" As soon as the words left her mouth her cheeks burned bright pink in a blush. Had she really just called him that?

 

[lizzbeth]

*bump*

 

[adirtysecret]

"Ahh! Yes Master!"

A smile crept across Daniel's face. Master? He liked the sound of that, and hearing it come from her lips unbidden gave him a rush than ran right down to his cock, already straining in his pants. He leaned in close to her, his hand gently caressing her stinging buttock with the lightest of touches. He let his body press against her back as his hand passed over her breast and up to clasp her throat. He kissed the back of her neck. He could feel her pulse fluttering against his fingers as he whispered, "Good girl. That's a good girl." as if he was soothing a flighty mare.

"Now say back to Master what you are to do, so that I know you have understood." His hand continues to gently circle on her buttock and he laid soft, breathy kisses on the back of her neck as he spoke.

 

[lizzbeth]

"Good girl. That's a good girl."

Gillian's breath shivered out of her mouth and she squirmed in the arms of... Her Master? Had he told her to call him that? She didn't remember. That couldn't possible have come from her... could it? His hands, his breath, his lips and his words were tender on her body and mind now. Somehow when he called her good girl', it made something tremble deep inside her tummy. It should be anger and humiliation that she felt, but it felt so tantalisingly wrong to be praised like that. His hand was around her throat now and the sensitive skin tingled at the gentle touch. The press of his lips on the back of her neck felt like jolts of electricity flashing up and down her spine. Her breath caught and she jumped, gasping and mewing.

"Now say back to Master what you are to do, so that I know you have understood."

She shuddered and squirmed again, biting the edge of her lip. Her eyes pressed tightly shut as she replied. "I am to wear clothes that please you. High heels and tops that show my cleavage. Skirts above the knee that hug my... my hips and my... my bottom."

 

[adirtysecret]

Daniel held her tighter against him as she squirmed, enjoying the way she moved, and pressing his bulging crotch against her ass.

"I am to wear clothes that please you. High heels and tops that show me cleavage. Skirts above the knee that hug my... My hips and my... My bottom."

He hummed and stroked her buttock. "You are a good girl. A clever girl..." Then he lifted his hand to spank her again, once and hard. "but you are not too forget to address me as Master again. Whenever we are alone you are too call me Master. Do you understand?"

He waited for her to respond and squeezed her buttock with his hand. "Your ass. This is your ass. My slut's ass... Say it."

 

[lizzbeth]

Gillian's eyes were closed and her senses alive to every touch as he praised her again. His enclosing hand around her throat and his warm, demeaning words washed over her consciousness.

Then a sudden sting flashed through her bare bottom and some her breath away. She jerked, shuddered and moaned as the heat seeped into her flesh to leave an aching burn.

"You are not too forget to address me as Master again. Whenever e are alone you are to call me Master. Do you understand?"

Gillian answered in a breath hiss. "Yess Master."
His hand was soft on her tender, reddened bottom, and her skin sang under his touch, driving any thoughts but the sensations of the moment away.

"Your ass. This is your ass. My slut's ass... Say it."

She couldn't remember ever using words like that before the last week, but she found herself obeying. "That is your slut's ass, Master. I am your slut."

 

[adirtysecret]

Daniel smiled again and slid his hand up to her waist. He kept kissing her neck as his hand on her throat moved down. "Good girl." he murmured into her ear as he kissed and nibbled on her earlobe. "You are learning so well... It is very important to use the right vocabulary, isn't it, Miss?" his hips pushed forward to rub his bulge between her ass as one hand trailed down to her full firm breast, and the other slid over her hip and between her legs to cup her vulva. He took her earlobe between his teeth as his fingers felt her wetness and stroked lightly over the nipple as he lifted one breast.

"Now tell me what these things are, and remember what you have learned."

 

[lizzbeth]

Gillian was quivering in her student's hands, still poised with her arms behind her head and her feet apart. Her body was completely exposed to his touch and thoughts of her job and her husband mingled with the sensations of lust. Yet her mind focused on his words, and her task. As his fingers touched her sex and puahed between her labia, as his warm hand enclosed her sensitive breast, she moaned low in her throat.

Gillian had always had an instinctive drive to do the right thing, to meet her responsibilities, to fulfil and exceed expectations. Instinctively her mind started searching for the correct answer, to pass the test she was being set... A part of her knew how twisted that was, and those feelings intertwined and blended, burning like a furnace and overwhelming her...

"These are my tits, Master. They are your slut's tits." she said in a wavering voice. "uhh... That is my... My pussy, Master."

 

[adirtysecret]

Daniel ran his fingers up and down her moist folds as he began to gently knead her breast."Mmm close enough... Close enough..." he let one finger keep pushing up and down between her silky labia as another found the hood of her clitoris and circled it, watching her reaction as his finger and thumb slowly pinched down on her nipple, gradually increasing the pressure. "But you still have some things to learn." he whispered in her ear. Then all at once he released her. He left her there, facing the bed as he went to sit in the chair, taking the time to stuck her flavour from his fingers.

"Kneel there." he pointed at the centre of the room, three feet away from him. "Keep your knees apart. That's it... Now lay your hands palms up on your thighs and arch your back... Good. Keep your chest high and your head down. You may look up at me when I speak to you and when you answer..."

He sat patiently and waited for her to be positioned as he had commanded.

 

[lizzbeth]

Gillian body jerked and convulsed in tense bursts as his fingers played her like an instrument. Jolts rang through her as his fingertip touched her clitoris. His warm hand enclosed her breast... Her tit... As his fingers pinched on her nipple. The stibg building like a flame that warmed her whole body and stole her breath away.

"But you still have some things to learn."
His words wete a whisper. Then suddenly she was alone. Where his hands and his body had been against her skin there was only fading warmth and a jumble of sensations and disjointed thoughts. Her body and her breath quivered as she stared blankly at the wall.

"Kneel there." His voice was calm, almost soothing as it shook her back to herself. She turned around to see him sitting in the armchair, watching her. He was still in his clothes while she was naked. He had never taken off his clothes with her, she realised, despite how intimate he had been with her. His pointing finger and his look lingered, and she remembered his command. Obediently, she moved to the spot he pointed to and knelt.

"Keep your knees apart. That's it.." Her buttocks rested on her heels as she shifted to move her knees wider. Her thighs spread open and her tingling vulva felt so exposed.

"Now lay your hands palms up on your thighs and arch your back... Good. Keep your chest high and your head down. You may look up at me when I speak to you and when you answer..."

She moved as she was ordered. Her breathing was deep and her breasts... Her tits... Rose and fell slowly as her posed posture lifted them up. She dropped her head to look down at the floor between her knees. Then, when she felt she had done as he asked, she held herself there in a posture that was not strained, yet not fully at ease either. Her body tingled as she looked at the feet of the boy who had once been her student.

 

[adirtysecret]

Daniel kept very still as he watched his teacher poise herself at his command. Her naked body was smooth and creamy, her breasts perfect, but it was the way she obeyed him that made his cock throb. He let the silence stretch on for a second or two before he got up and walked to her. He circled around her slowly, admiring f from every angle the curve of her breasts, the points of her nipples, the graceful arch of her spine, the way her smooth ass rested on her heels. "Perfect." he said at last.

He crouched in front of her. He reached out to stroke her cheek with his finger. Then used it to lift her chin. As her eyes meet his he half smiled and began to trail his finger down her throat, between her tits and over her tummy. "I think I own a perfect slut."

His finger ran down her thigh to her upturned palm and circled it. Then he took hold of her hand, lifted it to his lips to kiss her palm, then laid it onto her breast. Then he took the other hand. He kissed her palm as before, then he ran his tongue along her ring finger, over her wedding ring abd suckled on her finger. Ask the while he kept eye contact with his enthralled teacher.

Taking her finger from his mouth he took her hand and laid out between her legs so that her hand covered her sex and her ring was resting on the hood of her clitoris.

He kept eye contact with her as he stood and walked back to the chair and sat. "Now use your hands to pleasure yourself, slut, and repeat after me..."

He watched to see how she obeyed for a few seconds before he have her her words, waiting each time for her response...
"This is my cunt."
"My cunt belongs to my Master."
"I am my Master's Cunt."