Dark Talk
By A.J. Brown
Teacher tries to hook up with former student


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Should she approach him? She sat there like a shy college girl wondering if
she should, even though she was 39-years-old. Isaac looked even hotter than he
did back when he was in her class. There was definitely no freshman-15 for him
as he still looked handsome, fit, and his wavy hair that he had grown out made
him look even sexier. The guy he was talking to walked away and now Isaac was
standing by himself. Mary wondered if she should approach him now. Why not?
There was no harm in saying Hi to an old student.

"Isaac?" she said with her shy but sexy voice as she walked up to him. He
looked startled when he looked at her.

"OK, you look totally familiar," he said. "I even noticed you before and it's
been kind of driving me crazy. I give up."

"I'll give you a hint," she said and now she felt a bit more comfortable.
"Mythology."

"No way!" he said, that hot jock voice of his that turned her on. "Mrs.
Connolly!"

"Yeah, but I'm not your teacher anymore so you can call me Mary. How's it
going Isaac?"

"Um OK, yeah I'll call you that. I'm doing good ... "

Both friendly people, the two of them were able to jump into a conversation
with no problem. People walked by them with their drinks but no one
interrupted and whoever that guy had been that Isaac had been talking to
hadn't come back yet. Isaac always had the gift of gab so it wasn't long
before he was talking her ear off about how his freshman year of college was
going so far. She was always a good listener but this guy was especially easy
to listen to with his sexy voice. She looked at him with a look like she was
listening intently, which she was, but she was also just admiring how cute his
face was just the way it moved as he spoke.

Mary would have loved to have had sex with Isaac while he was still in her
class but that was a no-no. Sleeping with her 18-year-old students wasn't the
no-no as she had done that plenty of times, but she couldn't do it with guys
like Isaac. He had been in the popular crowd and those were the types that
liked to shoot off their mouths. All it would take was for him to blab to one
friend and before she knew it she'd be out of a job as well as on the front
page of Yahoo as just another teacher busted for having sex with a student.
No, she could only sleep with the nerdy guys and/or the quiet guys. Whenever
she could find a cute one of those they were the ones to go after. They
wouldn't tell anyone because they knew no one would believe them and they
wouldn't want to be associated with the ridicule of making something like that
up. She couldn't have sex with Isaac when he was in her class, but he was no
longer in her class and not even in her school anymore.

"So any lucky women in your life?"

"Yeah, I got a girlfriend," and she could tell from his lack of enthusiasm and
the fact that he looked away from her immediately that this wasn't a
relationship he was happy in.

"Oh cool," Mary said. "Meet her at school?"

"Yeah ... but she doesn't go to my school. Was there visiting one of her
friends one of the first weekends of the school year. She goes to Horizon
University."

"Oh wow. How far ... "

"Four hours west. So I mean just barely close enough where we can see each
other normally two weekends out of the month."

Mary thought about how there was no way she'd have a relationship with someone
that far away from her if they had never lived close to begin with, especially
in college where there were literally other options all over the place. "The
long distance thing kind of tough?"

"Nah, that isn't bad. We text, talk on Facebook, and then facetime a few
nights a week, so it's all good." Kids these days, Mary thought. "It's just
... kind of the stuff I'm looking from a girl ... I don't think she's really
into it."

"What do you mean?"

She watched him start to blush and wondered if she should tell him it's OK not
to tell her. But she really wanted to hear this, and if he was offering ...

"I'm kind of weird. This is gonna sound pretty fu ... messed up. I want a girl
that will dominate me in the bedroom."

"How so?" It wasn't abnormal for people to confide in Mary things they
normally wouldn't tell other people. But now she was really intrigued.

"Just totally take me over and make me her bitch." She could see his whole
body language change. The normally confident guy now looked weak and he looked
like he was getting something off of his chest that he had wanted to for a
long time. "I mean, I think it would be totally hot if in the bedroom the girl
was like 'hey bitch, get down and do exactly what I say'. Put me down on my
knees. Smack me around a little. Make me do WHATEVER she says, literally
whatever. And ... I mean this is going to sound totally weird ... "

"Go ahead," Mary said and she couldn't help but chuckle. He was so cute. This
is why she loved the younger guys. Their innocence really turned her on. And
it was in all of them no matter how popular, how tough ...

"My deepest, darkest fantasy is for a girl to force me to worship her feet.
Like she's sitting on the bed barefoot and I'm on my knees. Right there is
like the hottest image." He was really confiding in her quickly. It wasn't
unusual. But she loved what she was hearing. "'Worship my feet, bitch,' she'd
say. And I'd kiss all over her feet. Lick right up the bottom of them. Suck on
her toes. And she'd stick her feet right in my mouth, as deep as she could,
showing me who the boss was." He shook his head like he had just come out of
some sort of trance. "Sorry. I've had a couple. Since I'm drinking a beer
right in front of you I forgot you were just my teacher last June. Once you're
in college it's pretty easy to get ... "

"I know college kids can get into bars, I went to college too once, my friend.
And don't be embarrassed about what you told me. Everyone's got their desires
and it's important that you have your needs met. You've tried talking to your
girlfriend and seeing if she'd do those things for you?"

"I mean I can't talk to her about that kind of stuff. She's got a big mouth.
You know, she's my age so still a little immature. My school's pretty small.
She ever told her friend that hooked us up what I just told you ... I'd have
to transfer at that point. They'd eat me up." Mary knew how kids his age were
at she knew that was true. It was unfortunate, even a bit sad. "I've tried a
bit though in the bedroom - tried to hint. She's bossy but not in the way I
like. Any time I try anything out of the ordinary outside of just making out,
feeling her up a bit, or any oral, she gets all weird like 'what the fuck are
you doing?'. And a couple of times I've just tried to touch her feet and she
pulled them away immediately."

It was then that the image solidified itself in Mary's head. Her sitting on a
nice big bed in a hotel room and Isaac on his knees. The handsome, young,
popular guy humbled and dominated at the bare feet of his former teacher who
taught him and would always be superior to him. Mary had had a couple of
previous guys she hooked up with that were into her feet but never to the
extent that Isaac was describing. She could feel how wet her pussy was getting
just thinking about it. An awkward silence was now there between the two of
them and she decided she'd break that up quickly. He looked weak and
vulnerable now and it was the perfect time for the cougar to strike.

"Isaac, if that's a fantasy of yours there's no reason you shouldn't be able
to experience it." She touched his arm gently. "I'm not some college girl.
I've got some experience and I know how to make a man happy. If you want to
meet me at a hotel tonight - let's just say I can show you who the real boss
is and have you remember for a long time that you were put in your place. And
I take excellent care of my feet. A woman can't be sexy if her feet aren't
sexy. You start at the bottom up."

She watched Isaac look down at her feet and she wished she hadn't worn boots.
Was tough not to in the middle of March, though.

"Really?" he said. She could tell he had no hesitations. Tell a guy you'll
help him live out his sexual fantasies and he's yours, she knew that. "Your
name's missus. Doesn't that mean you're married?"

"Well yeah, but you got a girlfriend too. But it's nothing serious. Just two
people getting a quick need that they're not getting in their current
relationship. Then we go back to our normal lives and don't ever make any
mention of it again. What do you say?"

"Isaac, we gotta go, bro." Isaac turned around and Mary recognized this guy
that was calling him - Brad Fisher. He was in the popular crowd in high school
too but he was just a cocky, immature asshole and Mary wouldn't trust him
knowing anything. She heard her text message chime and pulled her phone out of
her purse.

The text message was from her husband. "Hey babe, when you think you'll be
home?"

"Give me five minutes," Isaac said to Brad. Brad then looked at Mary and
clearly recognized who she was.

"Mrs. Connolly!" Brad said in a way that made her uncomfortable. "You're not
gonna give us detention for being here, are you?"

"Five minutes!" Isaac said impatiently.

"Alright dude, hurry up. Bye Mrs. Connolly." He walked away but not after
doing a good job of making Mary uncomfortable.

"I am going to have to go," Isaac said to her. "And I go back to school
tomorrow. Won't be home til the end of the school year now and that's not til
mid-May. Otherwise I would totally, totally take you up on that offer."

"I get it," she said and she looked at the ground. Her plan was really just to
come out for one drink by herself tonight to relax. What was she thinking
ending up in this conversation when she didn't have time to plan it better?
She had noticed that her decision making wasn't as good as it used to be since
she had been at her sexual peak. "If we could just pretend like this
conversation never happened, that would be awesome actually."

"I won't tell anyone," he said and he looked like he was ready to walk away
from her at any moment. "You on Dark Talk at all?"

"What's that?"

"It's a website where you can - talk to people privately if you want to. You
create an account and there's no profile, bio, pictures or anything. You need
to know the handle of the person you're looking for. Just look them up and
start a chat with them. A black screen pops up and you type in the chat to
talk. But once the words are typed they disappear almost immediately. The
words are gone way too quick to be copied, screenshot, or anything. No
conversations are saved in any capacity and there are no features to the site
other than the chat feature. So just make sure you clear your browsing history
once you logoff and there's literally no evidence the conversation ever
happened. Works well for - people who want to 'talk' the way we want to."

"Never heard of it."

"My handle is brownhaireddude69. No spaces. Your husband doesn't stay up late
the night before work or anything, does he?"

She chuckled her sexy chuckle. "Yeah right. He's like an old man. In bed by 9
o'clock on a work night. I don't know how he does it. I need some time to
unwind at night."

"Well maybe you can unwind a bit with me tomorrow night. It will be my first
night back at school after break so there won't be anything going on. If you
want to talk a bit more, create yourself a handle and find my at 11 tomorrow
night. Brownhaireddude69. If we can't have fun in person, maybe we can have a
little fun over the computer."

"Alright dude, it's time to go," Brad yelled to Isaac. "Nice to see you Mrs.
Connolly!" Mary didn't like the smile that Brad gave her.

**

Michael was up until almost 9:30 the next night. Mary thought that alone was a
sign that she shouldn't do this and figured she was just going to abort the
plan. What was up with all of the kids these days and their cybersex? It
didn't seem to make much sense to her if they had no plans in meeting in
person.

But when Michael was in bed, Mary was wide awake. Isaac, most likely, was
going to be on there and waiting for her at 11. Yeah, cybersex was dumb, but
the thought of talking dirty with this guy still excited her. It wasn't often
she got the chance to have any kind of sexual connection with a 19-year-old
guy that was as hot as he was. And Michael definitely wasn't giving her the
attention she needed at her age, always in bed so early. She hadn't even
logged on to this site yet so if she was going to be ready by 11 then she was
going to need to get going. There was no harm in setting up the profile at
least, she supposed.

11 o'clock came. She was created and logged in. She was looking at her
personal laptop screen that was completely black except for a little box that
said 'search'. She easily remembered the '69' portion of his screenname but
had he said brownhairdude or brownhaireddude? She was close to sure it was
'brown haired'. She thought the whole idea was dumb and that she should just
stop and forget about it. But she had gone this far.

She typed in brownhaireddude69. It said the user was available. Brownhairdude
said there was no such user. That answered her question. She was pretty sure
it did. She better not say too much right away.

"Hey," she typed on the screen and the words disappeared almost immediately
after typing them.

"This Mrs. Connolly?" appeared on the screen and then disappeared immediately.
Her screen name was 'Shirleysue22'. She couldn't think of anything about that
name that would make it seem connected to her.

"Please confirm your name," she wrote back.

"Hey Mrs. Connolly, it's Isaac J" popped up on the screen. She tried to
screenshot it just to test and, sure enough, he was right. The words were off
of the screen before she had even close to a chance to screenshot and it went
back to being black, other than his screen name in small letter on the top
left corner. "You can relax, it's all good. I do have Mrs. Connolly, right?"

She tried to copy and paste those words and didn't have a chance either. She
was convinced she was safe. "Hey Isaac, yes it's me. How are you doing?".

"I'm good now that I'm talking to you. You said you can show me who the real
boss is. Put me in my place. And that you take really good care of your feet.
You want to tell me more?"

She looked back over her shoulder. God, this felt weird. She had cheated on
her husband before and whether this was cheating or not, she didn't really
know. Michael of course wasn't there when she turned around, nor was there any
indication he was close. She was being paranoid. She agreed to this and had to
relax. It was good to try new things, right?

"I just got a pedicure today," she wrote. "My nails are painted pink and
sparkly. My feet are so soft and smooth right now. I'm wiggling my toes around
because they feel so good.

She was glad the words disappeared after she wrote it since she felt so
awkward doing this. This guy had to be laughing at her right now.

"Oh God, please tell me more," he wrote back. "I would be honored if I could
smell them or maybe even lick them."

She was getting him off. She could tell he was genuine. This made her feel so
good. She loved guys this age.

"Get on your fucking knees, bitch," she wrote. "I'm sitting up on the bed and
you're just going to look at my perfect feet from a distance. You can watch me
wiggle my toes but you better not get any closer and you BETTER NOT touch your
hard cock unless I tell you it's OK. Otherwise I'll put these feet away and
you'll never see them again. You understand me, bitch?"

"Yes Mrs....yes ma'am ... .yes ... ."

"Call me Mistress, you worm."

"Yes Mistress."

"Better. You want to smell my feet?" She couldn't believe he wanted to smell
them. This guy was freaky. She loved it. "You want to lick them? Let me hear
you beg me."

"Please Mistress. Please, please let me smell and lick your perfect feet. I
know I'm not worthy of them. I know I never will be. But I will be forever
grateful and forever your slave if you just allow me to smell and lick your
wonderful feet."

She didn't think she had ever been this wet before. She continued to type
instructions for him to worship her feet as she shit-talked him and the image
of him doing what she told him to and him agreeing to it like he said was
overwhelming her. She fingered herself rapidly.

"You ready to cum you little worm?" she said to him after he described that he
was sucking on her toes.

"Yes Mistress. Please allow me to cum."

"Drop your pants. Let me see that cock of yours. I'm sure it's tiny. I'm going
to wrap my toes around it and start jerking you off fast. You have one minute
to cum and if you don't cum for me in that time I'm going to leave you naked
on the floor here and walk away with your pants. You understand."

"Yes Mistress, I do. And I will cum for you."

"You better!"

She described herself wrapping her toes around his cock and jerking him off
while he told her how it felt and what and honor it was. She was masturbating
hard and this cybersex thing sure turned out to be a good idea. She started to
moan a bit and caught herself not wanting to make any noise. But doing this
with Michael in the house with her made it even more exciting. Isaac told her
he was close to cumming. She was too. Boy was she ever. He told her he came
everywhere because of her toes. She then had the most amazing orgasm ever.
Holy shit was it good. Everything seemed perfect with the world at that
moment.

"Oh my god," he wrote. "That was so good."

She typed a smiley face and then wrote, "You'll have to worship my feet again
soon."

"How about tomorrow?" he wrote back.

The two of them ended up doing their thing over the computer four times over
the next week. It was fun and all and Mary came the first three times but the
last time she didn't. Maybe he was OK with this arrangement but she needed
more. And she didn't want to wait until May.

"I like playing with you," she wrote once he was done. "But maybe we can step
this up a notch. If I could find a way to come see you at school - is that
something that might interest you?"

"Very much so - but ... " She hated the 'but'. "Liz is coming up this weekend
to see me. The next weekend is free though. We take turns who goes to see who
so she won't come up a second weekend in a row. I'll just say I have something
going on campus the next weekend. My roommate goes home every weekend. If you
can make this happen you can stay with me. And I'll show you just how well I
can worship your feet and be your bitch."

**

"Ugh, who is that?" Carrie said, listening to her phone ring, but not
bothering to look over at it. She was scrolling down on her laptop looking
around for a good place to vacation this summer. She'd wager anything that the
caller was a spam caller or someone calling because they needed something from
her. That was a golden rule she had learned - a text chime normally brought
good news, a ringing phone normally was bad.

"Oh shit," she said and she immediately lit up when she looked at her phone
and saw who the caller was. It made her feel bad for her negativity. She
answered. "How the hell are YOU girl?" she said excitedly.

"Living the dream. Long time, no talk. What's going on?"

"Oh not a whole hell of a lot. Just sitting here in sweats looking at what
beach I'm probably going to vacation at by myself this summer since I'm pretty
fucking sure no gorgeous man is going to come along, sweep me off my ass, and
take me."

"Girl you know that's only because you're too good for all of them and they
know it. Men are scared of rejection. I'm telling you, girl, you gotta stop
being so cute."

"Yeah well it works plenty well for you."

"Hey, you're looking at places to travel. What do you think about camping next
weekend?"

Carrie couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Good one, you know me, I love
camping and definitely in the middle of March. I haven't checked the forecast
that far out but it should be a beautiful ten degrees those nights. Didn't I
tell you that you're a teacher and you shouldn't be smoking crack?"

"Just hear me out here." Carrie rolled her eyes and smiled. She loved
listening to Mary talk, regardless of what it was about. "We're having a
girls' night to toughen ourselves up. We're going camping way out in the
middle of the woods with no electronics at all - and we definitely won't have
cell phone reception the entire time. Camping out in the winter thickens your
skin and the two of us are looking for some midlife adventure. Will keep us
off the grid all weekend. And the best part for you is you don't even have to
go."

"What the fuck are you up to?" Carrie said with a laugh. This is why she loved
Mary. Most that knew her thought she was just a sweet, quiet, innocent
teacher. There was so much more to her and Carrie was pretty sure she was one
of the few that knew most of it. No one knew all of it.

"You don't need to know much," Mary said. "All you need to know is as far as
ANYONE knows, you're with me the whole weekend. We're leaving Friday afternoon
and won't be back home until Sunday evening. That means no one sees you that
weekend. You gotta stay home and can't interact with anyone. And whatever you
do - no Facebook or social media at all. All it takes is one person to find
out and the whole plan goes pssht. You do this for me I will owe you BIG
TIME!"

"Well I like the idea of you owing me," Carrie said. "So I'm in for the
fucking pseudo March camping trip. Throw all the details on me since it sounds
like we're gonna need to get our stories straight." Truth was that Carrie was
going to do it and not make Mary owe her anything. She loved her and would do
anything to help her.

**

Mary watched Michael click on his mouse as he looked at whatever sports stuff
she didn't understand that he was looking at on the computer. She was going to
have to pull this off just right. Be sexy to suck him in, she could do that,
but the key was to not be too obvious. She walked up behind him and put her
arms over his shoulders, locking her hands in front of him around his chest.
She pushed her breasts into the back of his head. He didn't react and it may
as well have not happened. Such was married life for a couple in their late
thirties. This was a big reason she had to do this kind of stuff to begin
with.

"Who's winning the game, baby?" she said in the sexiest voice she could
muster.

"No game," he said with no emotion and still wouldn't look back at her, more
interested in his sports than his sexy wife. "Just checking out some lines for
this weekend."

"Baby, we don't have any plans next weekend, do we?" He shook his head a
little bit, barely noticeable. That was a 'no', although it took her a while
to catch on to that. "Carrie and I were thinking about going camping."

Now he turned around. Her breasts and sexy voice didn't get his attention but
that did. "Do you ever think things out? You know how cold it's going to be?"
He could really be an asshole. She hated the look on his face right then. She
wanted to see Isaac's handsome, younger face - sucking on her toes.

"Baby, we just want to try it out. I was doing some research. Winter camping
trips are actually pretty popular. It's a way to really bond with the person
you go with and it just toughens you up. We both saw a lot of good things
about it and want to try it. Do you mind if I go?" She kissed the top of his
head. That seemed to soften him a bit.

"If you want to toughen up you have to actually work at it, not just go lie
out in the cold," he said. She wished she was tough enough to punch him in the
mouth right then. "But if you and your friend want to do that, go ahead. I'm
going to be watching the tournament most of that weekend anyway."

**

Mary walked towards the side of the dorm building that Isaac had instructed
her to go to. She wore a long overcoat that covered up the short black dress
that she had on. She wore black high heels and covered very little of the top
of her feet. Her feet were freezing but she planned on having Isaac warm them
up for her soon enough. On her back was the camping bag that all of her
camping gear had been emptied into her car. The bag now contained regular
clothes, some sexy lingerie, a ball-gag that she had gotten from a novelty
store, and two pairs of real handcuffs that she had gotten from a police
supply store. She planned on giving Isaac a good punishment.

The side door opened right at 5 pm like it was supposed to and there he was,
that handsome little devil. They didn't have each other's phone numbers so if
he hadn't been there for whatever reason that would have been a major bummer
for her. He just held the door open and they didn't really look at each other.
That was the plan, they wouldn't really talk and she'd kind of walk behind him
until they got to his room.

He followed the plan perfectly as they walked through the halls. It felt like
forever since she had walked down the hall of a college dorm and it made her
feel young again. It was a cool feeling. They got inside his room on the
second floor and she closed the door once they were in. She considered locking
it but even though she was the dom, she felt like that might be overstepping
her boundaries - at least this early on.

She looked to her right. Sitting on his desk she saw a picture of him and his
girlfriend. She knew it was hard to tell by the picture but the girl looked
like she was almost as tall as he was. She had long dark hair and she wore a
low-cut shirt that showed off her enormous boobs. She had broad shoulders and
overall looked like a big girl. Isaac could do way better than her. Mary was
going to have to make sure he wasn't thinking about her this entire weekend.
She had no doubt that she could do that.

"You want me to take your ... " he started to say.

"Get on your fucking knees!" she interrupted. He looked at her looking shocked
and even a bit offended. That was tough luck for him. She came here to be the
dom, that was what she was going to do, and his male ego better get used to
that quick.

"I mean, are you playing or ... ."

"On your fucking knees, now!" She listened to her voice sounding high and
feminine, but very stern and intimidating when she spoke like that. She liked
it.

He seemed to get the message now. She watched him get on his knees next to the
bed. He was listening to her. She could feel herself getting wet. She started
to take the bag off of her shoulders, walked over to the bed, and set the bag
down on the floor next to her as she had a seat on the bed. She took off her
coat and set it on the bed. The black dress she had on was also low cut. She
had worn it to show off her chest but her chest was nothing in comparison to
his girlfriend's and she felt self-conscious that she had worn it. She had to
stay confident, though. He was going to be spending most of his time taking
care of her feet anyway. She looked at Isaac looking up at her. He looked like
a dog on his knees looking up at her with that look on his face like he wanted
to please her so badly. This was so hot.

"Take my shoes off, bitch," she said as she crossed her legs and held out her
right foot and started rotating it in a circle. Her feet weren't normally
something she tried to make sexy but that was fun too. He undid the strap on
her shoe and she looked down at him with a look like this was what he was
meant to be doing. He pulled her shoe off and she wiggled her toes. He brought
his face close to her foot like he wanted to smell it, but then he pulled his
head back.

"Go ahead, bitch," she said. "Smell it - smell it!"

He looked humbled and like he feared her. He brought his face towards her foot
and she could hear him breathe in loudly through his nose. He looked like he
genuinely enjoyed the smell. That was crazy. No, it wasn't crazy. He was her
bitch. He should be grateful to be smelling her feet.

He took off her other shoe. She stretched out her legs and spread her toes out
for him and he looked at them like he was looking at gold.

"I want you to lick up the bottom of each of my soles," she said to him. "Feel
my perfect soles against your tongue. Once you've done that I want you to suck
my toes. Until I tell you to stop."

He stuck his tongue out and she watched his face coming towards the bottom of
her foot. She had never seen a more submissive, pathetic looking guy and she
had never felt so horny before. She closed her eyes and prepared to feel his
tongue against her foot. She legitimately thought that once he started licking
her foot she might orgasm before he finished.

She still hadn't felt his tongue make contact and she heard a knock at the
door. She opened her eyes. She looked down at Isaac. His head quickly turned
so he was looking at the door and she felt offended that a simple knock on the
door could distract him from what they were doing so easily.

"Come in!" he said.

Come in? Was he serious? College guys were hot but this reminded her of why
she would never have anything more than a quick fling with one of them. The
immaturity blew her mind. The door opened and the last thing she expected was
to recognize whoever it was that was at the door. But she recognized it as his
girlfriend from the picture immediately.

The picture was not misleading. This was a big girl. She stood a little under
six feet tall. She had the long dark hair and the tight, long-sleeved shirt
she wore showed off her huge tits. Her entire body was big. Broad shoulders,
wide hips, and thick legs that the tight jeans she wore showed off. She wore
flip flops and her chunky feet looked soft with freshly painted dark blue
toenail polish. The girl had to weigh about 200 pounds. Isaac could definitely
do so much better than her. The bitchy look on her face made it obvious this
wasn't the kind of girl that was afraid to express how she felt. She closed
the door behind her - and she locked it.

"L-L-Liz!" Isaac said and he looked a lot more afraid of her than he had of
Mary. Mary didn't exactly feel safe either. This girl was 20 years younger
than she was but she had a good 80 pounds on Mary and Mary was here alone in
the room with her boyfriend kneeling at her bare feet. He quickly jumped on
the bed and when he saw how close he was sitting to Mary, he scooted away from
her.

"What are you doing here?" he said to Liz.

"Um, what am I doing here?" Liz said. She moved closer to them. Mary did her
best to stay put though she got more nervous the closer that Liz got. "I'm
giving my boyfriend a surprise visit. I thought he'd be happy about it and
didn't think I'd find him on his knees looking like he's gonna do something
sexual with some old lady."

"You said you weren't going to come up this weekend!" Isaac said.

"Yeah and you didn't think I knew that you were up to something? When you told
me you had a huge test you needed to study for and to make sure I didn't come
up no matter what. You know how obvious that was? I've been parked outside
your dorm for the last few hours watching the building because there was no
doubt in my mind I was going to find you with another girl sometime this
weekend. I would have waited there for a while, even had food in the car, but
didn't think I'd find you out this quick. Is this your old teacher you were
telling me about?"

Mary had thought there was nothing more about his immaturity that could
surprise her but now her mind was blown. Why in the hell would he tell his
girlfriend about her? He was smart enough to use a website where either of
them couldn't be tracked but couldn't even keep his mouth shut enough to not
tell one of the main two that they needed to keep this secret from?

"Yeah," he said. "So what, I know you get flirty with some guys at your school
too."

"Flirty, you're really comparing being flirty to this? Alright, we've got a
lot to talk about." Liz then turned her head and looked Mary directly in the
eyes. "Get the fuck out of here, now!" Liz said.

Mary looked at how young this girl looked. The teacher in her was not going to
allow herself to be disrespected like this.

"Isaac invited me," Mary said. "And it's his room. If he wants me to leave he
can tell me. Isaac, do you want me to leave?"

Mary kicked out her legs and wiggled her toes for him. He and his girlfriend
had issues. Mary was way sexier than this girl was and, more importantly, she
could give him all of the things that Liz wasn't able to. Isaac was a horny
young guy. He'd make the right decision. This big girl was going to have to
step aside for the sexier 'old lady'. Both ladies were now looking at Isaac.
He said nothing. He wasn't going to ask her to leave. Mary smiled. Liz looked
back at Mary.

"Time for you to go," Liz said and she made a move like she was going to do
something. Mary jumped to her feet and the two of them were staring each other
down.

"I didn't hear him tell me to go," Mary said.

"I'm telling you to go," Liz said. This girl was really making Mary angry and
took away any fear that she had of this much bigger girl staring her down at
her with a look like she was going to rip her head off.

"This is why your boyfriend is looking elsewhere because you're trying to
control him like this. He invited me up and told you specifically not to come.
Now you get out of here and you can call him on Sunday night when I leave and
try and work out whatever with him. But when I'm done with him he'll have long
forgotten about you. Trust me, I'm here right now because you're not good
enough for him and he's about to get much better."

"Alright, get out," Liz said.

Mary felt Liz's meaty hands grab her skinny triceps. This girl definitely was
strong but Mary was in better shape than her and she was smarter. She wasn't
going to get carried out of this room by some big college girl, she was going
to make sure of that. She reached up, grabbed Liz's shoulders, and started to
fight back.

The two of them tussled and tried to wrestle the other one down. At first they
were just pushing at each other with no one taking control but Mary felt how
much stronger Liz was than her and it was starting to overwhelm her. She felt
her muscles quickly starting to tire and her eyes were watering up from having
a strength test with someone she was clearly weaker than.

Liz pushed harder and Mary started to really feel her strength as she was
being pushed backwards and was having trouble keeping her footing. She felt
frustrated as she felt Liz pushing her back towards the floor and then her
back hit the rug hard. She tried to get up but Liz was on her immediately.

She could feel the strength and just overall heaviness of Liz's body, Liz much
younger than her, but much bigger. Mary's legs felt like toothpicks underneath
Liz's with Liz's legs awkwardly on top of Mary's but Mary unable to pull them
out from under them despite wiggling her legs around. She could feel Liz's
wide hips pushing into her and keeping her down. But the worst was that she
could feel Liz's enormous breasts pushing into her flat chest, not just making
her feel weaker, but also just a lot more flat-chested which for a woman was
even worse.

Liz was a lot heavier than Mary was but Mary could not accept that she was
stronger. She couldn't imagine Liz ever worked out. Mary didn't lift weights
or anything but she spent a good amount of time keeping herself fit and
definitely had been doing that for longer than Liz had.

But despite how hard she fought she could not get Liz off of her. There was
just too much feminine body on top of her and there was nothing Mary could do.
She didn't think it could get any more humiliating than a 39-year-old
attractive woman being pinned on a dorm room floor by a college girl in front
of a guy she wanted to impress but even though thinking about that motivated
to try harder, she still remained trapped underneath Liz.

Liz started to sit up but even with Liz moving around, she was still too
heavy, and despite Mary being able to move around a bit more, she was still
not able to get up. She lay there helpless as Liz sat up and sat her huge ass
right on Mary's stomach. Her ass sure felt heavy and Mary was having
difficulty breathing.

Mary now looked up at Liz who was looking down at her and smiling. Mary could
do nothing but look up at her as the center of her body was trapped by Liz's
ass and her arms and legs weren't in a position where she could have gotten
them close enough to Liz to do anything effective.

Liz wound back her hand and smacked Mary right across the face. It hurt a lot,
Mary felt that side of her face getting red, and she felt her eyes water up.
Liz smacked her in the face again and she knew if she got smacked a couple of
more times she was going to start crying. For a woman, crying could often be
acceptable, sometimes even if you were just yelled at in a mean way, but
crying because she was getting beaten up by another female was nothing
something she wanted to do.

Liz smacked Mary in the face again, the smack a lot harder than the first two,
and Mary could feel the tears trying to push their way out of her eyes. She
put her hands up to try and defend her face but Liz grabbed Mary's wrist and
easily pulled her one hand out of the way, giving her plenty of room to smack
more. It was so frustrating not being able to stop Liz whatever she did and
that just added to how upset she was. Liz smacked her again and then when she
smacked her face again, Mary started crying, a feminine cry which made her
feel 20 years younger and feel stupid for trying to dominate anyone.

"Awe, gonna cry now?" Liz taunted. She looked down at Mary's crying eyes for a
bit and then smacked her in the face again. Mary was really crying now. She
couldn't even see Isaac but he was clearly not going to do anything about it.

"So both of us want Isaac," Liz said. "Let's see which one of us has bigger
tits."

Liz tightly grabbed the top of Mary's dress and yanked it outward. It
stretched it out a bit and it tore a bit, giving enough room to expose her
bra. Liz yanked her bra and tore it right off of her.

"What the hell are you doing??" Mary yelled.

Liz whacked her right in the mouth with an open hand and as Mary cried more
she got the message that it wasn't in her best interest to be yelling. She
watched Liz grab the bottom of her own shirt and proudly pull it over her
head, pulling it off, and exposing her huge tits now just in a bra. Her boobs
jiggled all over the place as she undid the bra and took that off. Even when
they were dressed it was beyond obvious that Liz's breasts were much bigger
but now that both of them had their breasts exposed, Mary was far more
self-conscious and humiliated about it.

"Look at how small those tits are," Liz said as she started fondling them.
Having smaller tits than another female was a bigger strike than being weaker
than her and the way Liz was showing that off was making Mary feel even worse
about it. "Babe, we gotta talk about why you were interested in a chick with
such small tits over me."

Isaac still said nothing but Mary was now reminded that he was there so she
grabbed Liz's wrists and tried to pull her hands off of her but she couldn't.
Liz fondled her breasts some more before scooting her butt up Mary's upper
body, it feeling very painful for Mary with little protection around her ribs.
Liz then pushed her crotch right into Mary's face. Mary was disgusted but when
she pushed her hands on Liz's thighs to try and push them away, she didn't
stand a chance.

It got worse as Liz started humping Mary's face and Mary couldn't even open
her mouth enough to object. She listened to Liz moan and the crazy girl
actually sounded like she was getting off on this. Mary just wanted to be in
home in bed with Michael holding her tightly, protecting her, and she swore
that one she got out of here and back home she was never going to cheat on her
husband again.

"Liz, what are you doing?" Isaac finally spoke up and said, though he didn't
sound too urgent about trying to do anything about it.

"I told you before that I'm a little bi-curious," she said. "Considering you
were going to do something sexual with this woman, you don't have any
objection to me doing it, do you?"

"You were actually serious about that?"

"Oh yeah. What do you think? That turn you on?"

He hesitated briefly, before saying, "Yeah".

Liz started fucking Mary's face harder and the only thing that Mary could
think of that could be worse than this would be if Liz took of her jeans and
her panties. Still, Liz kept fucking her face harder and Mary felt sure she
could feel Liz's wetness through her pants anyway. Liz moaned louder and more
high-pitched before she finally pulled her crotch away. Mary took a deep
breath.

Liz stood up and Mary felt relieved, praying to herself that this would be the
end of it. Her prayers went unanswered as she watched Liz undoing her belt.
She pulled her jeans down and her thighs were enormous. She pulled her thong
off and her pussy was well-shaven. She sat back down pushed her wet pussy
right into Mary's face before Mary could object any further.

"You're going to warm me up for my boyfriend," Liz said. "Eat me out and do it
good. Give me any problems and I'll start punching you in the face."

Mary was a sweet woman and not the kind of woman that could take multiple
punches to the face. The smacks had hurt bad enough and as horrified as she
was at the idea of eating this girl out, she was too afraid of the punches.
She stuck out her tongue into Liz's pussy and gagged as Liz moaned again. Liz
tightly grabbed Mary's hair and Mary got to work. The pain of the hair pulling
kept Mary from stopping as she licked Liz some more. After Mary suffered
through it for what felt like forever, Liz finally pulled away.

"Good show ... " Liz started to say to Isaac before she spotted Mary's bag and
got distracted. "Oh what is this? That isn't my boyfriend's."

Liz was able to reach for Mary's bag and grab it without getting off of her.
She unzipped it and pulled out both pairs of the handcuffs. "What were you two
planning to do?" Liz said with a laugh. She then pulled out the ball-gag.
"What the fuck is this? Isaac, did you know she was bringing this shit?" Liz
sounded genuinely curious now and not the least bit angry. Mary figured that
was what happened when you knew you were in complete control of everyone in
the room.

"She was going to dominate me," Isaac said sheepishly. "That's the only reason
I had her up."

Liz looked down at Mary looking pathetic underneath her. "This is the woman
you wanted to dominate you? Why didn't you ask me to do it?"

"I dunno. Didn't think that'd be something you'd be into. You get mad
sometimes when I do stuff that's different. And like I kind of want to be
dominated by a girl's feet. I know you don't like that because I've tried to
touch your feet before and you pulled them away." He seemed so bashful and
pathetic. Mary thought about how fun it would be to dominate him. But she was
no longer going to be the one doing it.

"I did that because you were so awkward when you touched my feet and it
tickled when you did that. If you want to worship my feet you should have said
something, I can't think of any girl that wouldn't want that done for her. You
worship my feet good enough and maybe I'll forgive you for all of this. But
first I need to show you who the boss is."

Liz punched her left palm with her right fist as she looked at Isaac. Mary
looked at look on Isaac's face, a combination of fear and excitement, a look
that Mary was jealous she wasn't able to get out of him. It looked like he had
a lot of pleasure and pain ahead of him as, looking at the two of them, Isaac
didn't even look like he'd be able to take Liz on in a real fight. This girl
had Mary beat in just about everything - bigger boobs, she could beat her up,
and she won the man. But at this point Mary just needed to be out of this room
ASAP. But when she started to get up, Liz turned and looked back down at her.
She pushed her hand into Mary's chest and forced her back down.

"No," Liz said. "You're not getting off that easily. You're going to stay here
and watch."

"No!" Mary objected.

Mary watched as Liz picked up the ball-gag. The stupid thing was just supposed
to be for fun, only with consent, and if this girl thought she was going to
use it on her. Mary opened her mouth to scream but Liz put her chubby hand
over her mouth and cupped it before any meaningful noise could get out. This
had to stop immediately, this girl could not do this to her. Liz kept her hand
over Mary's mouth as Mary struggled but Liz was paying more attention to
looking at the ball-gag than she was to Mary.

"I'm pretty sure I can figure this thing out," Liz said.

With no hesitation and a look in her eyes like she had every right to do it,
Liz brought the ball-gag down, put it in Mary's mouth, and then strapped the
straps around the sides of her head while Mary made objecting noises that
weren't couldn't be heard much with the gag in her mouth and Liz not paying
much attention.

Liz then took one pair of the handcuffs and tightly took Mary's left wrist
with her hand. She was easily able to manipulate Mary's arm the way she wanted
to as she began rolling her so she was face-down. Mary felt like she was being
arrested as Liz cuffed her hands behind her back. She then did the same with
Mary's ankles. She rolled Mary back on her back and smiled. She didn't say
anything but Mary could tell that she was thinking how pathetic she looked.
Liz started to turn towards Isaac but then she took another interest in Mary's
bag. She took it, reached her hand in, and pulled out Mary's phone, a look of
great interest on her face.

"Well this looks fun," Liz said as she looked at the black screen of the
phone. "And since you're married, why do I have the feeling that you've
somehow arranged that no one is going to be calling you to check in on you
this weekend? I can keep you all weekend and no one would know, would they?"
Mary started making noises of objection through the ball-gag that Liz didn't
pay attention to. "I'll hold on to this just in case."

Mary made more noises of objection, her body shaking. Liz just watched her
curiously.

"Sorry you came all this way and weren't able to have sex with my boyfriend.
Since you're sticking around I'll at least let you watch me fuck him." She
pulled Mary onto her side so she was facing the bed. "You close your eyes or
try and roll over and I'll pound your ass. Should hurt even more since you
won't be able to defend at all with those cuffs on. Make sure you watch." Liz
turned her attention to Isaac. "Now you, bitch. You're going to learn that I
am the only woman in your life."

Liz just threw Mary's phone way over to her side. Mary though it would break
but it landed on Isaac's laundry bag. Mary looked at the
deer-in-the-headlights look on Isaac's face as Liz slowly moved closer to him.
She didn't know if Liz was going to just play with him and please him sexually
or if she was going to really hurt him. Either way, she didn't want to watch
it. Mary looked at how thick Liz's naked body looked from behind and seeing
Isaac's thin body behind it, she knew he didn't stand a chance. Liz gave him a
good shove, then shoved him onto the bed.

"So you want me to dominate you??" Liz said rather loudly. "Get on your
fucking knees and kiss my feet, you little bitch. Maybe when you're down there
you should beg me to do it first."

"W-we are just playing around here, right?" Isaac said. His words were very
mumbled and Mary was barely able to make out what he said. She wondered if Liz
was playing as well. If she was, she was playing the part well, because she
didn't sound like it. Mary then watched as Liz charged Isaac and tackled him
onto the bed. The skinnier guy didn't stand a chance against her and Liz
easily was able to pin him down. Isaac struggled while he huffed and puffed
and Liz giggled sexily.

"Really, this all you got?" Liz said. "I knew you were weak but now that we're
actually wrestling I never realized you were this wimpy. Guess I won't be able
to count on you to be the boyfriend that protects me. So this is what you
wanted? You like getting your ass kicked by your girlfriend?"

Mary watched Isaac trying harder to get her off of him. His body was moving
all over the place but he was so much weaker than she was that it wasn't doing
anything. He was huffing, puffing, and gasping and he was clearly giving it
his all. Mary felt bad for him. She knew Michael's ego and that he'd hide
under a rock for the rest of his life if he had ever gotten his ask kicked by
a girl like this. Isaac had his fantasy about being dominated but she couldn't
imagine there was any way he could enjoy that this was really happening to
him.

"Hey, I didn't hear you," Liz said and she was talking like such a bitch to
him. "You like this right now?"

"Yeah I do," he said and he sounded so unbelievably horny for her that it
really made Mary jealous. "Can you rub your feet in my face please?"

Liz sat up and she slapped him across the face hard. "You don't ask me to do
that. You don't ask me to do anything. Everything we do, we do on my terms."
She put her hand right on his throat and squeezed hard. "Got it?"

"Yes," he said and Mary couldn't stand how scratchy his voice sounded from her
grabbing it. He couldn't possibly be enjoying this. Liz let go of his throat.

"Lucky for you I just happen to want to rub my feet in your face right now,"
Liz said.

Liz sat up, sitting on his stomach, and she lifted her bare foot up then
pushed it right down on Isaac's face. He was making muffled moans which Mary
couldn't tell if they were moans of objection or excitement. Either way, Mary
was beyond jealous as it looked so hot being able to dominate a guy with feet
like that. That had been so close to being her. Liz's feet were chunky,
though, and Mary's feet were so much better than hers. There was no way Isaac
could prefer Liz's feet to hers but at this point he couldn't object if he
wanted to. Mary couldn't object to her situation either. Liz was totally
dominating both of them.

"Like my feet in your face, you little weirdo?" Liz said. "How about my foot
in your mouth, how would you like that?"

She didn't give him any time to answer as she took her foot off of his face
and shoved it in his mouth. Mary listened to the sounds of objection which
really sounded like sounds of pleasure. Mary badly wanted to close her eyes
but she was too afraid of Liz and even if she did she'd still have to listen
to this.

"Wow you look so fucking submissive," Liz said. "This is like the horniest
I've ever been. You want me to fuck you now, you little bitch?"

"Mmm-hmmm," he said affirmatively, her foot still in his mouth.

"Yeah, you want to get your dick sucked first?" Liz said.

"Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm!" he said like some kind of excited dog. It was pathetically
annoying for Mary to listen to.

"Well I don't need to do it this time," Liz said. "Got my other little bitch
over there to take care of that."

Liz looked back over at Mary with a smile and that was when Mary decided this
girl was pure evil. Now Mary was the one that was making noises of objection
and none of them were out of pleasure. Her noises got louder as Liz helped her
boyfriend up and started leading him to Mary. He and Mary briefly made
eye-contact. Mary gave him a look like she was begging him not to do this but
he quickly looked away as if he hadn't even noticed.

They moved closer. Mary was shaking her body around and it was the worst
feeling trying so hard to move and not being able to because she was cuffed.
Liz was looking down at her smiling. Mary hated her, she had never hated
anyone as much as her. And she was starting to hate Isaac for not doing
anything about this. Liz bent down and took the ball gag out of her mouth.
Mary started to scream but Liz was ready for it and she cupped Mary's mouth
with her hand. Mary was trying to scream through Liz's hand but of course was
unable to make any noise.

"You better not fight this at all," Liz said. "You made the trip here for my
man, we'll now you're gonna get him. You make any trouble out of this and I'm
really going to make this a painful weekend for you."

"Liz, I don't know about this," Isaac said. Mary heard his voice. He knew this
was wrong. Dammit Isaac, get to your senses and talk some sense into your
girlfriend before you both do something that could ruin your lives. "I don't
really need a blow job. Shouldn't we just have sex and maybe let her go?"

"Shut up and stick your dick in her mouth!"

Mary watched as Liz punched him in the back hard. His eyes watered up and he
looked afraid. He didn't want to. But Liz pulled him down on his knees by his
hair then began undoing his belt of him. When she pulled down his pants and
his underpants, Mary saw how incredibly hard he was, and the first thing she
thought was how much it bothered her that seeing her cuffed and gagged like
this turned him on so much. Mary then started making fierce noises of
objection as she saw Liz moving towards her face. She never would have thought
that she would have wanted the ball-gag in her mouth so badly.

"Make sure you shove it in her mouth quickly so she can't make any noise," Liz
said. Liz pulled the ball-gag out.

"No, no, please, ple ... ."

Mary's whines were interrupted by that big, thick cock going right in her
mouth and she felt him try and force it down her throat, causing her to gag.
He might not have liked this idea at first but as he started pumping his dick
harder in her mouth she could tell that the horniness of this young man had
now taken over any kind of moral values he had. He started to make 'ugh'
noises like he was having hard sex and Mary wanted that thing out of her mouth
so badly that she would have agreed to lie there and behave the entire weekend
if he just agreed to take it out and never stick it back in there again.

"Yeah she's a pretty girl, isn't she?" Liz said, also seeming to be enjoying
what she was watching. "I'm being one hell of a good girlfriend letting you do
this. You better make it worth my while for me when you're done and you better
not fucking cum before you stick that thing in me."

"Uh-uh-uh!" Isaac moaned.

The situation was taking him over. He forced Mary on her back so he could get
her at a better angle. He was now sitting on her upper chest as he made her
blow him even harder. Mary's wrists being crushed underneath her back wasn't
worse than what he was doing to her face but it didn't help. She didn't think
his dick could have gotten any bigger than what she had seen initially but she
felt it thickening in her mouth even more. If he even came in her mouth she
didn't know how she'd recover from that.

"You ready for me now you little bitch?" Liz said and she grabbed Isaac by the
hair. At first he hesitated. Liz didn't seem to like that at all. She yanked
his head back.

"Yes, I am!"

"Alright pull your dick out of her mouth. I'm going to put that ball thing
back in her mouth once you're out and then I'm gonna roll her back over so she
can watch us. See how nice I am, bitch, I'm gonna let you watch me have sex
with my boyfriend. You'll get to see the good work you did."

Mary made a loud 'bleh' sound once he pulled out and Liz didn't seem bothered
by the volume of the noise. Mary didn't even bother trying to scream as Liz
easily put the ball-gag back in her mouth, working more smoothly as she did
it, and they all looked like they were becoming more comfortable with the
situation they were in. Liz forced Mary back on her side and Mary noticed the
ball-gag was really trapping that taste of dick in her mouth. She wanted to
vomit.

"Look at that thing," Liz said as she gave Isaac's cock a good squeeze. "It
better be my dominant side that's getting you so excited and not this old
lady."

Liz shoved Isaac back down on the bed on his back, his dick standing straight
up and shaking. She sat her pussy down on his cock and both of them let out a
loud moan as it went in. Mary had to lay there and watch as this girl fucked
the guy hard that she had abandoned her husband for the weekend to come see.

**

"Isaac, please get me out of here!" Mary said desperately.

She was cuffed on the ground but the ball-gag wasn't in her mouth. It was
after ten o'clock at night and it was the first time since Mary had been
introduced to Liz that she had been alone with Isaac. The last few hours had
been filled with watching the two of them fuck, watching them talk cutely
together in bed as they reconnected, being fed college dining hall plain pasta
with a spoon by Liz, after Isaac had gone to the dining hall and brought them
all back dinner, and also having Liz walk her down to the women's bathroom on
the floor and standing right outside the stall when she was in there. Mary had
objected that it was a dumb move and that taking her out of the room would get
them caught, hoping Liz would agree and just let her go. But they only passed
a couple of people during their trip, none of whom seemed to think there was
anything out of the ordinary about a girl who didn't go to the school
escorting a woman twice her age down the gall with their arms locked.

"I don't even have the keys," he said with a tone that suggested even if he
did have the keys it wouldn't make a difference.

"Isaac just tell her to let me go. Come on, this is wrong and you know it!"

"You wanted to get in the domination world," Isaac said to her. "You tried to
dominate me and you failed. Now you're getting dominated. Deal with it."

She hated him more and more as he spoke, possibly more than Liz. She couldn't
believe she had wanted to have a sexual weekend with this complete asshole.
"Isaac, I just wanted to please you!" She was speaking in a loud whisper. "I
don't care about all this domination shit, I was just doing it because it was
what you wanted. I definitely didn't want this and you can't do this to
someone that doesn't want it."

"You're messing with another girl's man," he said. "This was a risk you took."

Mary was about to lose her mind. If she wasn't cuffed up like this she would
have slapped Isaac until he couldn't see straight. "You're doing the same
thing! Are you kidding me, Isaac??" She continued with the loud whisper. She
feared if she screamed he would just put the ball-gag back in her mouth and
Liz could be back at any moment as well. This might be her only chance to
avoid having to spend two full nights here and she could not blow it.

"I didn't do it in a place where your husband could have found me."

Mary hated him more than she ever realized she could hate anyone. "Isaac, let
me out of here right now!" She wasn't yelling yet but it was no longer a
whisper she was speaking in either. "Do you have any idea what you two are
doing? You want to go to jail?"

She couldn't tell for sure but it looked like from the look on his face that
she may have just gotten through to him. Then the door opened. Fuck! Liz came
in with her bag, closed the door immediately, and locked it.

"What's going on in here?" Liz said as she set her bag down. "Are you two
talking?" Mary looked angry and afraid at the same time as she looked up at
Isaac. He looked like he felt guilty.

"We were just small-talking until you got back," he said. "It was nothing."

Liz stomped over towards Mary with an angry look on her face. She got down on
her knees, yanked Mary by the hair, and held it tightly. "Listen to me. You
are not allowed to talk to my boyfriend the whole rest of the time you are
here. You got it? Not a fucking word. He talks to you, you better keep your
mouth fucking shut and look in the other direction. You understand me, bitch?"
Liz tightened her grip on Mary's hair so hard it felt like she was going to
pull a bunch of her hair out and take some of her scalp with it. Mary was
crying, she couldn't help it.

"Yes, yes, I understand," she said, feeling so weak and pathetic. Liz put the
ball-gag in her mouth.

**

Mary had been falling in and out of sleep for a couple of hours. The lights in
the room went out soon after Liz had returned from getting her bag but she had
to listen to the two of them talk to each other in bed, quietly enough so only
they could hear, the way Mary would often talk to Michael in bed, which she
missed more than anything now. Then she had to listen to them have sex again,
before more talking, and then they finally seemed to fall asleep. Fear,
humiliation, and the fact that she was lying naked on a floor, cuffed, gagged,
and breathing through her nose was making sleep not come easy for Mary. But
she was falling in and out of it, having a few of those awful nightmares that
felt very real because they were taking place in the very room she was in.

She heard some movement in the bed and then she heard the stomp of two bare
feet on the floor, clearly Liz's. She could feel Liz moving closer to her and
thought about how she'd rather just be alone in the darkness rather than have
to deal with Liz in it. Liz got on her knees, grabbed Mary by the hair and
forced her to look at her.

"I was outside the door listening to you talk to my boyfriend before," Liz
said with a loud whisper. "You trying to scare him? Trying to say we could go
to jail? Let me tell you something. You voluntarily came up to see one of your
former students. There's no denying that. And if you try and tell anyone
anything - it's going to be your word against the word of two other people.
And either way, everything you did will be exposed. You taking off on your
husband for a weekend to try and fuck a former student. You want to lose your
job and your husband both at the same time? You'd never be able to work in
your profession again and the only man you'd be able to get is one that would
cheat on you the same way you're doing to your husband. Don't let me hear any
of that jail talk again."

She pulled Mary's hair harder and then smacked her across the face. Mary
started to cry again and then more when she saw Liz was taking her panties
off. Liz took the ball-gag out of her mouth and Mary was trying her best not
to cry. She didn't want to give Liz any satisfaction of her hearing it and she
just wanted to be left alone.

"This has been like the horniest day of my life," Liz said as she squatted so
her pussy was right above Mary's face. "I'm not waking my boyfriend up so
you're going to eat me out."

She shoved her pussy right in Mary's face. Mary couldn't believe she was being
treated like this and she didn't know how she was going to deal with it for
another 36 hours. As she ate out this crazy girl she thought about everything
the two of them had said to her about how she was cheating on her husband. It
killed her to think that they were partially right. She had cheated on Michael
a lot, a great man, and now she was getting what had been coming to her for a
long time. She had gone from being a respected woman with a great husband to
this. She continued to eat Liz out and listen to her moan while she felt her
get wetter.

**

Mary didn't sleep much that night. Liz got up much earlier than Isaac did,
once some light had started shining in the room, though Mary didn't know what
time it was. Mary watched Liz stomping around the room cleaning it up a bit.
She wore nothing but a pair of panties. Mary couldn't help but observe how
much bigger Liz was than her. Because of that, Liz could do whatever she
wanted to. It was so unfair.

"Hey baby, you up?" Liz said once Isaac starting stirring. He grunted in
response. "In the mood for some morning sex?"

"Maybe in a bit," he said groggily. "Need coffee."

Liz looked at him like that wasn't going to be an acceptable. "I know you did
not just say no to me."

He quickly sat up and looked genuinely afraid. "No, of course not."

"You need our little bitch to suck you off again?"

Isaac sat up more and looked like he was still in the process of waking up.
When he looked down at Mary, bound and gagged, he looked genuinely surprised,
as if he had just thought that previous day was just a dream or that she still
wouldn't be there for some reason. He also gave her a look of compassion which
reminded Mary how much compassion Liz lacked to continue to keep her like
this.

"No, I just need you babe," he said. Mary saw what he did there and despite
everything, she couldn't help but appreciate him for it.

"Good answer," Liz said. "I can use her, though. Come on bitch, it's time for
your breakfast."

Mary didn't know what time it was but she knew it was plenty early in the
morning. As she lay there eating Liz out she thought about how long a day she
had ahead of her and if Liz planned on including her in her entire day she
didn't know how she was going to get through it. Liz used her for a
particularly long time that time, probably more than a half hour, and when Liz
finally got off of her to go have sex with her boyfriend, Mary wanted nothing
more than to brush her teeth to get that taste out of her mouth.

"You know, I was so worked up over everything when I was getting ready to come
here that I forgot to pack extra underwear," Liz said when her and Isaac were
lying in the bed together after having sex. "You plan on doing any laundry
today, babe?"

"I'm normally do it on Sundays. But I could do a load for you today, of course
I could."

"Awe that's sweet of you, but you don't have to do that. My little bitch here
can hand wash my pair."

The fact that the mirror was there made it that much worse. Mary felt like
some sort of slave you see in the movies standing there with her hands in sink
that was fill of water, laundry detergent, and Liz's panties as she washed
them. Her hair, which was now grungy, was in a ponytail. In addition to seeing
the own horrific sight of herself every time she looked in the mirror she
would have to see Liz standing behind her, leaning against the sink, her arms
crossed underneath her enormous boobs underneath the t-shirt she was wearing
with no bra, and the pajama shorts she wore with no underwear underneath. She
couldn't see much lower than Liz's waist at that moment but she remembered how
Liz's bare feet had looked when they were pushing into the tile of the
bathroom floor, those bare feet of hers that she got to have worshipped by the
guy back in the room.

The bathroom door swung open. Mary looked to her left and saw a dark-haired
girl who must have been 18 or 19 walk in. The girl had a pretty face and there
was something about it that made it look like she had just walked in from the
cold. They made eye-contact and Mary could tell from the look on the girl's
face that she knew there was something about the scenario she was seeing that
did not look right.

Mary just gave her a sad look. She wanted to signal to her that she needed
help but with Liz right behind her and staring her down, her options were
limited. The girl looked like she was going to open her mouth so say
something. If she asked her why a woman who looked twenty years older than a
college student was standing there washing panties in the bathroom sink like a
slave Mary didn't think that she'd be able to resist saying something.

But the girl turned away and walked into a stall. Mary immediately looked in
the mirror and saw Liz staring her down with a smile like she knew exactly
what she was thinking. It reminded Mary that she better not try anything
stupid. She got back to washing Liz's panties. When the girl was done in the
stall she came out and washed her hands in the sink right next to Mary. There
were three empty sinks on the other side she could have chosen but she chose
this one. Did she know Mary was in trouble? Did she go that close to her so
she could help? Mary wondered if she should whisper some sort of signal to
her. The girl looked so nice and she totally looked like the kind of girl that
would want to help someone in trouble. She turned the sink off and pulled some
paper towels out of the dispenser. She left and if Mary had an opportunity
there it was now gone. She finished up washing Liz's panties without anyone
else coming in.

**

"You want me to let you go?" Liz said when they got back to the room and the
door was closed, Isaac just chilling on the bed like he was now enjoying
paradise while Mary was going through hell. It was about time. Mary had
learned not to ever contact Isaac again and she didn't think being held here
for another day was necessary.

"You two would probably enjoy your weekend more if I was out of your hair,"
Mary said.

"Oh trust me, we'll have way more fun if we keep you here," Liz said. "But I'm
going to give you a fair shot. If you can beat me in wrestling I'll let you
leave."

Mary felt like such a wimp on the floor as she looked up at Liz looking strong
and dominant standing above her, so confident in her ability to beat Mary that
she knew she could toy with her. Mary looked up at Isaac, no compassion in his
eyes now whatsoever, just looking like he was curious what she'd say. The
asshole. She didn't want to give either of them the satisfaction of backing
down.

"How do I know you're going to be good to your word?" Mary said.

Liz laughed. "Well if you beat me then I won't be able to keep you here, will
I?"

Mary started to stand. She looked down at her skinny legs, so much thinner
than Liz's thick legs. Wrestling wasn't all about strength. Mary was smarter
than this girl was. Mary had always been a small woman but she was able to
succeed in life because of her brains. She would need to use them here to get
free. All she had to do was do it once.

She lunged at Liz, thinking that she'd try and get her in a headlock. Once she
got close, Liz shoved her which sent Mary backpedaling and she got an upset
look on her face. Liz was so strong. The push was enough to make her consider
backing off but Liz kept coming and she wasn't going to have time. She looked
at Liz, taller than her, and so much thicker. Her smarts couldn't help her
think of what to do.

Liz just walked right up to her and put her arm around Mary's neck. Mary was
just too weak and Liz was able to manipulate her body however she wanted as
she pulled her head down into the side of her hip, putting her in a guillotine
choke. Mary felt like she was trapped in some device that no human would be
able to get out of as she tried to get out of it.

She felt Liz's free fist punch her in the back. Her fist hit her there again.
Mary was trying not to cry and she thought that if she just sucked his up that
maybe she'd see an opening and be able to get free. But Liz had her tight for
the time being. Liz raised her leg and kneed Mary in the chest, really shaking
her up.

"Ow that really hurts," Mary said, her words coming out in a whine. Liz did it
again. Mary whined louder. "We're wrestling, you can't do that?"

"Who says?" Liz said and she did it again.

It was then that Liz let go of Mary and she just flopped to the floor. Her
insides felt all shaken up from taking those knees and she could tell that her
organs were having a tough time figuring out what to do after those hits.
Liz's bare foot pushed into her chest and Liz used just her foot to force Mary
on her back.

"No, no more!" Mary whined, holding up her hand in submission.

Liz paid no mind as she looked down at Mary and smiled, then sat on her chest.
The weight of Liz's ass backed up by the rest of her heavy body felt like it
was going to cave Mary's chest in. Breathing was becoming difficult again as
Liz bounced up and down on Mary's chest with her ass. When could she just get
out of here? Mary cried more.

Liz grabbed the back of Mary's hair, lifted her head up, and moved forward,
moving her crotch right in Mary's face. Mary made muffled noises of objection
as Liz pushed her crotch into her hard. She pulled Mary's face away, looked at
her with a pleased smile, then forced Mary's face back into her crotch. The
wrestling match lasted a good half hour of Liz dominating her.

**

Liz put Mary through some hell for the rest of that day, a day that seemed
like it was never going to end for Mary. She got to spend a lot of time
watching the two college students have sex, servicing both of them, mainly
Liz, and Liz would periodically beat her up. Mary also got the honor of
straightening up the dorm room and vacuuming it. She got to eat dry cereal and
plain pasta and drink water for the rest of the day.

Night felt like it was taking forever to come. When it finally arrived Mary
actually didn't mind sleeping another night on the floor naked and cuffed.
That meant she was almost done. Michael was sleeping comfortably in their
king-sized bed right then. Never did she want to be with him more. She was
never going to cheat on him again once she got home, she promised that so
sincerely.

**

"What time is your husband expecting you home today?" Liz asked her the next
morning.

"I didn't really set any kind of time with him." She saw no point in lying at
this point. She was almost done. She couldn't wait to be in her car and then
stopping at a service area on the way back to get some greasy food, whatever
would be at the first one that she stopped at.

"Good, so you can eat me out one last time," Liz said.

"Uh ... " Mary said. "I mean he'll probably call me sooner than later. He is
going to be excited to talk to me."

"Doesn't that make you feel the least bit guilty?"" Liz said. "For a slut like
you, probably not. Well it's your problem at this point. We got time for what
I want to do."

She just yanked her pajama shorts off right in front of Mary with no
hesitation at this point. She made Mary eat her out for another twenty
minutes. Liz sure was enjoying this. Mary wondered if these two would be doing
any threesomes after she was gone.

**

"So how were the two of you talking anyway?" Liz said when it was finally time
to send Mary off. "I'm guessing you weren't just texting or talking on the
phone."

There was an awkward silence, at least for Mary and Isaac, before Isaac
finally spoke up. "Dark Talk."

"Oh really?" Liz said with a curious smile. "Wow babe, you're lucky I'm not
easily offended that you would use a site like that behind my back. You got my
bitch's handle?" Isaac nodded. "What time of the week were the two of you
normally talking? Don't lie to me. Because I'm going to need her to be
available."

"Her husband goes to bed early. So any time after 9:30. Might want to give it
an hour or so to be safe."

Liz smiled at Mary with a seductive smile. Mary didn't like the smile but it
was fine. Her Dark Talk account was going to be deleted the first second she
got, probably once she got her car off of this campus.

"I'm going to want to use you again, bitch. I get you can't come out here
again. I won't make you do that. But you live in my boyfriend's hometown. Next
time he goes home I'll join him. And we can set something up. We'll be in
touch on Dark Talk. I want to talk to you this Wednesday at 11 pm. I got your
handle. You'll know mine when you hear from me."

"OK." Liz still had Mary's phone. She took it out and began turning it on.
Mary hadn't been worried about any of the Dark Talk until now. "What are you
doing?"

"What's your passcode?"

"Why?" Mary said nervously. Liz gave her a look like she better not disobey.

"Give me the passcode now or you're not going home. I'll keep you here, it
might be fun to watch your husband try and track you down when he has no clue
where you are. When they do find you, you can explain how you ended up here to
begin with and see if ... "

Mary interrupted her by screaming her passcode at the top of her lungs. Liz
didn't react one way or another, and just began typing it in. She hit the
screen to get Mary's number and started entering it into her own phone. Liz
couldn't have her number. Mary had to draw the line somewhere. She thought
about diving at her and trying to grab it. But she knew she had no chance.
Even if she got it she had no chance of getting out of the room with it before
Liz beat her up and took it back. Liz completed what she was doing and stuck
her phone in her pocket. She threw Mary's phone at her. Mary dropped it and it
fell on the floor.

"If you're not on Dark Talk Wednesday, I start calling your phone immediately.
You gonna silence it and keep it off forever? Change your number and explain
to your husband why you're doing that out of the blue? Do those things and
I'll just have to find you personally when I'm in town. Shouldn't be too hard.
I'd love to meet your husband in person. Maybe he'll prefer me to you as well.
Most men can't say no to a nice pair of tits." Liz stuck out her chest.

"Please delete my number," Mary said. Her only hope was that Liz would have
some kind of compassion and end it here. It was her only chance since there
wasn't anything Mary could actually do about it. This couldn't just follow her
forever, she had to get a break eventually.

"Don't worry, as long as you're on Dark Talk when I tell you to be and can
make time to find me when I'm in town, I won't ever call your phone. It
wouldn't make sense for me to give that up. As long as you do what I say I
won't ever call that number. That's what's going to allow me to control you.
Forever. Now get out of here so my boyfriend and I can enjoy some alone time
together before I have to go."

**

Her hands grasped her steering wheel tightly. Her arms were shaking. She was
going exactly the speed limit and looking directly ahead at the road. She had
turned her music off a while ago. When music didn't make her feel better she
knew that she had a problem. She could feel the anxiety developing inside of
her. She would frequently feel like she was just going to explode, go crazy
right there, cause a car accident, and be found out of her mind in her crashed
car. At those times she felt like she should pull over. But if a cop stopped
her and saw her like this she'd have bigger problems. She also didn't want to
take her chances being home any later than she had to be and making Michael
suspicious. Just when the anxiety was overwhelming her and that she was going
to crack, it would start to pass. She'd relax just enough to avoid completely
losing it but she'd still feel anxious, depressed, and like she needed a
shower. Not just any shower but a long, drawn out shower, preferably where she
was doused in bleach.

When she had been lying on Isaac's floor that first night, Mary felt like she
wanted nothing more than to be in Michael's arms. But now she didn't want
that. Michael was not going to be able to comfort her about this. She was
going to have to put on an act like everything was just fine and the thought
of having to bottle up what had happened to her - she didn't know how she was
going to do it.

Her phone chimed letting her know that she had a text message. She hadn't
heard that sound since before she had gotten in the car to go see Isaac and
the sound of it brought her back to reality enough where she was able to pull
her phone out without too much danger. She read the text from Michael.

"Hey babe, can't wait to see u. When home?"

Shit just got real.

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