By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 33 - Teaching The Teacher A Lesson

I watched impassively as Belinda sucked Mr. West's cock, taking him deep in her mouth each time her head bobbed forward. There's wasn't much reaction from Mr. West for a long time, and he just stood there with his hands on his hips and a smug kind of look on his face as if to say how amused he was with himself over the electric shocks he forced me to receive.

After a while, he suddenly took an interest in Belinda's oral activities on the end of his cock.

"Are you paying attention there, Tracey?" he asked.

Tracey glanced briefly at him and nodded.

"Good. You get down there next to her on your knees and get ready to take over. OK?"

Tracey flashed me a wide-eyed look and I gave her a discreet nod in return, as if to say it was OK. She dropped to her knees beside Belinda and watched, like a little sparrow waiting to be fed.

Mr. West extracted his cock from Belinda's mouth and pushed her aside. Tracey's mouth dropped open on his command and she took the blood-engorged tip into her mouth and held its shaft in one of her small hands.

"That's it. Move your tongue around on the tip while you stroke it. You like the taste of that?"

Tracey nodded, but she didn't appear to be sure.

"Good. You've got a lot to learn, but I'm sure Ingrid here will be only too happy to help. Is that right, Ingrid?"

"Yes, Mr. West," I said through teeth still clenched, but slowly starting to relax.

"Belinda"

"Yes, Mr. West?"

Belinda was still licking her lips when she looked up at him.

"In that drawer over there (he pointed) you'll find some nipple clamps. Get them please."

"Yes, Mr. West," she replied without question and went to rummage in the drawer.

She returned with a pair of elaborately crafted silver clamps connected together by a short length of silver chain.

"Belinda, I want you to suck Ingrid's nipples and make them nice and firm so you can clamp them for me. OK?" Mr. West's face beamed with a wicked grin.

I stared at him in disbelief and then watched helplessly as Belinda obeyed him instantly. She clearly relished her task and her mouth felt hot and wet on my nipples. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud of my nipple; her teeth lightly nibbling and stretching it away from my breast. I moaned softly at her touch. She gripped the breast with one of her hands and squeezed, forcing more of my nipple into her mouth.

"Let me see," Mr. West said.

Belinda moved her head away and looked in Mr. West direction for his approval.

My freshly sucked nipple was flushed bright red and glistened with Belinda's saliva. It was clearly aroused and it tingled.

Mr. West was pleased with the result and he told Belinda to clamp my nipple.

I could feel myself trembling as I watched the jaws of the clamp scissor open. Belinda pinched my tender nipple again with the fingers of her other hand and distended my nipple far enough so she could securely clamp it. The pressure on my nipple as she released the spring mechanism was excruciating, and I yelped loudly.

"Now the other," Mr. West said.

Belinda then went to work with her tongue on my other nipple and aroused it as quick as she'd aroused the first. It was then clamped with a pressure equally intense and I had trouble breathing.

"Don't touch!" Mr. West warned when my hands moved to rescue my tortured nipples. "Put them behind your back."

I reluctantly did as I was told and stood there, grimacing and fighting a mental struggle to overcome the pain.

Mr. West then told Belinda to retrieve a gag and some handcuffs from the drawer, which she did. She followed Mr. West's instructions and gagged me first, pushing the red rubber ball deep into my mouth and then securing the leather straps that held it in place. She then pulled my wrists together behind my back and cuffed them.

I moaned through the gag, and gave Mr. West a pleading look with my eyes. He could see the look but ignored it and soon was filling Tracey's mouth with his cum.

After he'd finished cumming in her mouth, he called the two girls to stand either side of me. I watched silently; my eyes watery with tears of tortured anguish, as he clipped short chains to each of the girls' collars. The other ends of these were then attached to the chain joining my nipple clamps and, once satisfied everybody was just how he wanted them, Mr. West explained what our morning duties would be.

"Before breakfast, I want you girls to help Ingrid with the housekeeping. I think she knows what needs doing, so you just follow her instructions. I'll be checking to make sure everything is done properly and if it isn't, I'll not be very happy. In fact, I might even send the three of you out for a walk wearing the snuff collars. Understood?"