Chapter 3 - The House Tour
Iswarya got out of the car and went into the teacher's house leaving the humiliated teacher in the car with her blouse open and skirt around her waist covered in sticky dried chocolate frosty.
Iswarya had warned her not to get any chocolate on her clothes so she couldn't cover herself. Iswarya was already in the house waiting for her. Looking around Sneha knew she could make it to the porch without being seen unless someone happened to be driving down the road. She quickly opened the car door and with her bare ass showing and her blouse flapping she ran to the front door. LOCKED!!
Sneha began ringing the door bell and pounding on the door. As a cool breeze caresses, her totally exposed private parts she was become more and more frantic as she pounded on the door. "Please Ms. Menon let me in."
Iswarya stood behind the locked door watching the frantic teacher pound on the door and beg to be allowed into her own house. She had another surprise for the teacher when she finally opened the door after allowing her to beg for about five minutes.
Iswarya opened the door and quickly flashed a picture of the frantic teacher. FLASH “Where are the packages Mrs. Sneha.? Go get them and use the back door." ordered Iswarya slamming the door in the shocked teachers face.
Damn thought Sneha as she ran back to the car knowing she had been lucky no one had driven by so far. Quickly gathering the packages and her paddle from school Sneha ran to the back gate. As she fumbled with the latch on the gate with her arms filled with packages, she heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. Just as she got the gate open a pickup truck appeared traveling down the road. Sneha quickly ducked behind the fence hoping no one had seen her.
When she reached the back door, it was open and she went in finding Iswarya standing in her kitchen. "Iswarya, I don't want any pictures."
SLAP. "How many times must I tell you to call your superiors by their proper name. And I don't care what you want," responded Iswarya. "Now take everything up to your bedroom and meet me in the bathroom. Hurry."
Sneha quickly climbed the stair to her bedroom. She left everything on the bed and headed to the bathroom. When she entered the bathroom and found Iswarya sitting near the double sinks. The shower was running and the bathroom was warm and comfortable.
"Take off your clothes Mrs. Sneha and take a quick shower. Leave the door open."
Sneha slipped off her blouse and skirt and stepped out of her shoes. She stepped into the warm stinging shower. Picking up the soap Sneha began to wash the sticky mess from her body.
"Soap your breast more Mrs. Sneha." ordered Iswarya.
Sneha blushed as her hands moved to her breasts and massaged more soap into her soft skin. FLASH
"Now Mrs. Sneha. be sure to get all the mess out of your pussy"
Sneha's hands slid down and soaped her pubic area. She worked her fingers into her pussy to be sure she got everything out. FLASH An electric shock went through her body as her finger brushed her clit. What is wrong with me she thought as she quickly pulled her fingers away.
With a knowing smile Iswarya ordered her teacher to turn off the shower and step out. "Sit up here on the counter Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha climbed up on to the counter wondering what next?
"Spread your legs as wide as you can Mrs. Sneha. "
Sneha was shocked but moved her legs open slightly.
"Mrs. Sneha. I said as wide as you can do you want me to get your paddle?"
Sneha reluctantly spread her legs wide apart.
"Hold that pose Mrs. Sneha." FLASH
Iswarya pulled her chair between her teacher wide spread legs. She reached for a razor and shaving cream which Sneha had not noticed.
"Please Ms. Menon don't do this to me." begged the teacher. "This is evil."
"Shut up Mrs. Sneha." said Iswarya as she covered her luscious pubs with shaving cream.
The touch made her jump. Sneha had never been touched there by another woman and the touch was so much different than her husband's groping.
Iswarya worked the shaving cream into the thick bush.
Sneha felt her nipple stiffen and a very warm feeling flowed through her body as Iswarya slowly and carefully slid the razor through her womanly hair. Over and over the razor moved over her pussy. Iswarya was touching and pulling her teachers pussy as she shaved it entirely bare. When all the hair was gone Iswarya took a warm washcloth and cleaned away the remaining shaving cream.
Iswarya stepped back. "Smile Mrs. Sneha. " FLASH "Spread your pussy lips Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha knew she had no choice as she reaches her hands down and spread her pussy lips open for her demanding student. FLASH
"Mrs. Sneha. is your pussy dripping?" asked Iswarya as she saw the moisture in her teacher’s spread pussy. Iswarya held a mirror for her humiliated teacher, "Here take a close look Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha looked at her bare wet pussy and cried with humiliation. She looked so strange and her body was betraying her.
"I expect you to keep it looking like this all the time. Do you understand?"
"Now sit down here", said Iswarya motioning to a chair.
"You’re not going to shave my head, are you? cried the panicked teacher.
"Of course, not Mrs. Sneha. just a nice haircut. Cutting hair is a hobby of mine and I think you will look sexier with a shorter style." Iswarya picked up a comb and scissors and Sneha’s shoulder length hair began to fall to the floor. Sneha couldn't see what was happening but a lot of hair was coming off.
After about ten minutes of cutting and clipping Iswarya ordered Sneha to look in the mirror. She didn't even recognize herself. She looked ten years younger and with the shaved pussy very hot. She couldn't believe her eyes. FLASH
Iswarya handed Sneha the collar. "Put this on Mrs. Sneha." This is to be with you at all times. If you are alone, you are to be wearing it and when you are not alone it must be in your purse in case, I want you to put it on.
"Yes Ms. Menon" answered the confused teacher as she buckled the collar around her neck. FLASH
Iswarya attached her leash to Sneha's collar. "Give a tour of your home Mrs. Sneha."
"Yes Ms. Menon" answered the collared teacher moving toward the door.
She was stopped short of the door by the leash. "On your knees Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha dropped to her knees.
"Now give me the tour."
The humiliated teacher turned and began crawling through the bedroom door on the end of a leash held by one of her students. How she wished she had never posed for those pictures.
"Let’s start in the basement and work our way back to hear Mrs. Sneha." ordered Iswarya now that she was in total control.
Sneha carefully negotiated her way down two flights of stairs into the basement.
Crawling down steps was difficult. Once they got into the basement the concrete in the area beyond the finished portion was cold and hard. Mrs. Sneha. was shivering in her naked state.
Iswarya left her kneeling there while she examined the area for possible use later. When she finished Iswarya ordered her into the finished area. Iswarya looked around and the ordered her teacher to crawl up the stairs.
Following her teacher up the steps she admired her swaying breasts and enjoyed watching her ass as she crawled up the stairs. "Your ass moves nicely Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha wanted to become invisible. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. It just kept getting worse and worse as she followed the orders of her student who had under her control.
A quick tour of the first floor with the teacher crawling from room to room was further humiliation for the teacher. "Let's see the garage Mrs. Sneha."
She crawled into the garage on the end of her leash. Iswarya again left her in the center of the garage. She examined the garage in detail as her teacher was shivering in the center of her cold unheated garage. Iswarya found the button to open the garage door and push it causing the door to open. Iswarya tossed the car keys to Sneha and ordered, "Crawl out and drive the car into the garage.
Sneha picked up the keys and crawled out of the safety of her garage into her driveway and up into her car. She drove the car into the garage and crawled out as Iswarya left the door open. "Mrs. Sneha. you are shivering. Don't you like the cool fall air?"
"I am very sensitive to cold Ms. Menon"
"So, I see," said Iswarya reaching and pinching Sneha's stiff nipple.
"Let's go upstairs now Mrs. Sneha."
The teacher was aware that she would again be displaying her charms as the she crawled up the stairs before her student. She wished there was a way to avoid this but she knew there wasn't. She crawled up the stairs.
"Let’s go back to your room Mrs. Sneha.' I want to look through your clothes too."
To Be Continued
