Yes, Sir

Chapter 11 - To The Woods

Chapter 11 - To The Woods

Kayla

As the second nipple clamp closed around the rock-hard nub, I couldn't help the whine that escaped me - high and keening. I was lying back on Angus' -Sir's- bed, naked aside from my new jewellery and theSLUTcollar I had on around my neck. The clamps were soft at the tips, but the intensity of the pressure was unlike anything else I'd felt before, especially with the golden chain that dangled off them. At the moment it was lying on my stomach, but there was a part of me that new the moment I sat up, the weight of the chain would start to pull, and-

'Rnnnnnn,' I moaned again, as Angus let go of the clamp, his hand gliding over my stomach, his touch on my skin sending shivers up my spine.

'Wow,' he breathed.

'You like it?' I asked him, smiling up at him.

'You look...bad.' There was a certain growl in his voice that made me want to just grab him and mount him there, but I knew this was going to be more fun if we took our time. So, I just bit my lip and reached up to touch his arm as his hand rested on my stomach - pushing it lower, and lower, until-

He pulled away, a smile on his face now, buried beneath that beard of his. He turned, and I knew he was getting something else from the bag of tricks I'd gotten.

'Did you get real clothes as well?' he asked, and I could help the laugh that bubbled out of me - it was such an un-sexy question that it was just so funny to me.

'Uh, yeah I did,' I said. 'Just some jeans and a couple tops. And some underwear.'

'I'd call this more than underwear,' he said, lifting up the set of black lingerie I'd gotten myself. It was lacy and completely impractical, but I knew it was going to set him off - which is why I'd gotten it.

I just shrugged. 'Play your cards right, and you'll get to peel those off me later.'

He gave a laugh and put them back in the back, and when he turned back he had a box in his hand. He opened it quickly, and I didn't need to really look to know what it was - I'd only gotten one box that size.

'Open,' he said simply.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for him.

'Wider,slut,' he said, low and stern. A shiver ran through me again, and I opened wider.

'Ahhhhhh,' I sighed, as I felt the rubber-coated metal push against my lips.

'Wider. It goes behind your teeth, understand?'

I nodded, and went wider, letting him push it behind my teeth. It was slightly uncomfortable - not because it stretched my mouth or anything, but because it became quickly apparent that I simply wasn't in control of that part of myself anymore.

My mouth was his.

Fuck, I could live like this. I wanted to tell him, to whisperSiras his hands lifted my head, to tell him how good this felt.

'Sit up,' he said, and I obeyed. I was good like that, even as I felt the weight of that chain start to pull on my nipples, surprising me.

'Ooooh,' I groaned as I felt the tug, constant and unyielding. Not too heavy or painful, butpresent.

'Lift your hair, Kayla,' Angus said, pulling me back to reality.

The way he used my name made me whimper - the intimacy of being his slut, but notjusthis slut. This wasn't some character, or some other person. This was Kayla, naked in her teacher's bed, wearing nipple clamps, a collar and a ring gag.

Who the fuck had I become?

I lifted my hair out of the way, as Angus pulled the straps around my head, clicking it into place. I released my hair, flattening it down and feeling how it made my hair sit in a bit of a funny way.

'Okay?' he asked, checking in.

I nodded, stroking his arm a little as he doted on me.

'Good. Now this.' He lifted the blindfold to my eyes, and I sucked in a breath through my held-open mouth as he pulled it over me. This one wentovermy hair, as it was less heavy-duty, but even that added to me feeling held-in, with multiple levels of submission to him.

That was what I was feeling, of course. Submission. I was giving myself to him.

My nipples. My mouth. My eyes.

I washis.

Everything went black, and suddenly I was just in a tiny world of my own. Full of sensations that I hadn't been paying attention to, and yet now couldn't ignore. I could feel my heartbeat in my nipples, that soft throb that was too hot to ignore; I could feel a little droplet of drool slipping out the corner of my wide-open mouth, warm on my lip; I could feel Angus shifting on the bed, making me move; I could feel the swing of the chain on my nipples again, making me whine just a little as his hand found my cheek.

His thumb wiped away the drool, and then I felt him slide his thumb into the ring, into my mouth. I wanted to suck on him, or kiss him, but insteadI just had totakehim as he invaded me - so lightly, and yet without anything on my end to stop him.

'Huaaaaaa,' I groaned around him as I realised just howhisI was, and I heard Angus chuckle softly.

'I think it's time we put this thing to work, don't you?'

His thumb slipped out of me, and I whined - until I heard the holy sound of his buckle coming undone.

Angus

All of the rest of the world could have blown up and died, and I wouldn't have noticed. Before me was Kayla, blindfolded and gagged, her perfect nipples clamped between silvery tethers, the chain hanging from them shining in the low light. The ring was, I could tell, quite large - but it wasperfect. I'd always been proud of my girth, but as I pulled off my trousers and let them fall to the bedroom floor, my hardness hung before her unaware face like a weapon.

Her breathing was heavy and ragged - 'Hhhhahh - ngahhhh - hhhhhah-' - and I felt the hot wave of her on my shaft as I just stayed there for a moment.

Measuring myself up.

Of course, all of those thoughts were rolling around my head about getting caught, about her being eighteen, about having taken her virginity, about Rebecca and Hannah knowing - all of it was forbidden soup of lust that, right now, only served to make me more desperate.

I needed her.

I needed to take her.

She was sitting on my bed, legs crossed, dripping her arousal into my sheets. Naked but for the collar around her precious throat, and the blindfold hiding her beautiful eyes, and of course the gag.

And the chain.

I smiled, leaning forwards and taking the chain that hung from her nipples. Kayla whimpered immediately, feeling the shaft of weight, and then I pulled. Softly, of course, but enough to tug on her.

'HHH!' she whimpered, leaning forwards.

'Lie down on the bed,' I told her. 'On your back. Hang your head over the edge.' She obeyed, moving nervously with her eyes covered, and with my hand not letting go of the chain. It was small, but there was a definiteweightto it, which made me smile, knowing how it would be driving hermad.

She settled onto her back, her mouth pinned open as she panted, her lovely breasts bouncing as the bed settled under her, her hair falling most of the way down to the floor. I held her chain in one hand, and reached down to the collar - finding the leash. I tugged it, letting Kayla know I had it, and she gave another new sound, wanton and breathy.

'Hrrrrrrhhhhh-'

I tugged her nipples, and held her throat in place as I moved forwards, pointing my cock to lie flat, until the tip made contact with the soft silicone of the ring currently holding her mouth open.

'This might be a tight fit,' I said, pushing forwards. The head slid in, though I felt a little friction that made me slightly nervous - though, I figured her mouth would take care of any dryness pretty quickly. 'But you know what we're like, Kayla. We'll make it fit.'

'Hhhhmmmm,' she groaned as my cock inched into her, sliding into the ring that her jaw open, until I made contact with her tongue. Immediately, inside her mouth, she went to work with the techniques I had taught her, licking the underside of the head, using as much of her tongue as she could - even if her lips were out of play.

'Fuck,' I breathed, looking down at her body as she writhed, taking me. I pulled out, seeing the shiny flesh of me slip out of the gag, before pushing in again - deeper this time. The feeling was strange, and a part of me missed the warm invitation of her lips, but the hard ridge of the gag was close to a cock-ring as I went deeper. Besides, the sheer depravity of using her mouth like this wassofucking hot, the novelty itself was making my head spin.

Her small form took me deeper, and deeper, until I felt the back of her throat - at his angle I still had an inch or so left to go, but she gave a soft gag and I relented.

Tugged on her nipples to remind her she wasmine.

Pushed forwards again, until I hit the same point.

Again and again, never pulling fully out - just poking that point of her throat until she seemed to steady herself, and I was able to sink to that depth - and then pushfurther.

'Oohhhhhh,' I moaned as I sank into her face, feeling the ring gag settle around the base of my shaft, my balls on Kayla's teenage eyes as I felt her throat start to clench around me. 'This is heaven, Kayla... I could do this all night. Maybe I will.' I pulled back, and then sank in again. Kayla gave a small cough, but I didn't let her recover, instead using her body the wayshehad wanted me to.

Claiming her as my own.

'Your mine, aren't you,' I said - not a question, but an assertion. 'My fucking cockhole. A slut for me to keep and fuck as I see fit.Fuck, every hole of yours is mine - so ready for me. Maybe I should plug your arse and make you sit on a dildo the next time we do this - plug you upcompletely. Make sure you know who this body belongs to. Any problems with that?'

I pulled all the way out, and Kayla gasped for air.

'GHahhhh... hah-nnhahh-ngahhh-'

'No complaints? Well, I'd better keep going then.' With a smirk, I lined myself up again and sank into the gag, balls-deep into her face - all the while holding the leash and the chain.

After all, she wasmine.

Kayla

Sir spent about ten minutes just enjoying my face - my open mouth, completely at his discretion. He used me until I was choking and spit and tears were streaming down my face, until I was panting and moaning and Angus was fucking my throat, stretching me - oh,godit was so fucking good.

All the while, I couldn't speak, couldn't see - all I had to go on was how it felt.

And it felt fucking incredible.

Eventually, though, he pulled out of me and used the leash to pull me up-

Yes!

-pulled me into him and kissed my forehead-

YES!

-before shoving me back into his bed and climbing on top of me.

Y E S!!

I felt his cock slide against me, pressing into my pussy as he got himself situated. My mouth was still pinned open by the gag, so I couldn't beg him, instead it just came out as a keening, desperate noise that filled his bedroom, as his cock stretched me, filling me in a heavy, single thrust that had my eyes rolling behind the blindfold.

I reached up for him, feeing for his chest, his arms, his shoulders over me and his hips hammered me; he was panting into my ear as he fucked me.

And he wasn't making love to me - this wasfucking.

It was everything I'd ever wanted, and he was giving it to me.

Hard.

From there, the rest of the evening sort of... devolved. Eventually the gag came out because he wanted to kiss me again, but the collar and blindfold stayed on for another half hour, until he had me doggystyle, holding the leash to make me feel like arealfucking doggy as he pounded me with that perfect cock as I begged, and begged andbegged.

'Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-'

'Please what?' he asked, his own voice ragged, his own orgasm not far away.

'I need it, sir,' I moaned into his pillows, gripping his sheets as another orgasm tore through me, his slow thrusts just as intoxicating as him hammering. 'I need your cum -please- please cum in me, Ineedit...'

'Good girl,' he growled, dropping the leash and gripping my hips.

I was done for.

By the time he was done filling me, the blindfold was half-off my face, but I wasn't able to see - my world was white, another orgasm filling me almost as hot and thick as his cum, until I fell forwards. Dripping him, panting and shaking.

Angus sat back, and stroked my thighs as I lay there, until I felt him reach forwards. He took the blindfold off me properly, and unclipped the collar as well. The relaxing of pressure made me sigh, and Angus stroked my back.

'Take a rest,' he said, almost a whisper. 'I'll make us some dinner.'

Angus

Spaghetti bolognese seemed to hit the spot. It was honestly kind of hysterical. Kayla was mostly passed out after the session, but after I started cooking, she perked right up. She came downstairs wearing one of my t-shirts that she must have dug out of the washing pile in my room, and happily sat on a stool in my kitchen to watch me cook.

I made her tea, and she just started talking - yapping away all smiles and laughs as she told me about school. We talked about Rebecca, about her work and her University applications, about what she wanted to do next.

'Edinburgh?' I asked, catching onto something.

Kayla nodded. 'English,' she said. 'Ironically. God, that smells great.'

'Almost ready,' I said. Then, I started to feel something twist in my stomach. 'Look - I wanted to talk to you about-'

'Is this a 'we can't do this anymore' kind of thing?' she asked, jumping in straight away. 'Because I thought we were through that. We both know this is doomed and stupid, but we're not stopping.'

I laughed, and crouched to pull the garlic bread out of the oven. 'Grab a bowl - let's get you served up.'

'Mm-hmm,' she said, sounding sceptical as she brought two deep pasta bowls over. I didn't have much of a dining room, but there was table in the kitchen that would easily serve two, so I sat her down, plating her food and putting down a glass for her.

'Red or white?'

'Um, red?'

'Good choice - red is for dishes like this.'

'What's white for?'

I shrugged. 'Fish? I don't know - I don't love white wine.'

I poured her glass and sat with her.

'So?' Kayla asked, looked at me with those big, perfect eyes of hers.

'So - Edinburgh. It's not long now - a few months, right?'

Kayla nodded, and her demeanour shifted. 'Yeah. And, I guess that'll be the end ofthis.' I nodded, but she caught the look on my face. 'What?'

'Well, I just-'

'Angus,what?'

I laughed. 'Okay - save the third degree. I just... might be getting a place in Edinburgh.'

Kayla's jaw went slack as I said it, a fork with spaghetti hanging off it pausing halfway to her lips. 'Youwhat?'

'I know,' I nodded.

'I- you've bought a place in Edinburgh?! That must have cost you a fuckingbomb-'

'Inheritance,' I said, stopping her. 'There'll be some tax and stuff involved, and me and my cousin need to sort it all, but my uncle is leaving it to me. And... not to be brash, but he's not doing too well.'

Kayla's face fell, and then crumpled up a little as she put the fork down on her plate. 'Sorry - I can't celebrate your uncle dying, but...fuckthat is...'

I nodded again. 'I know.'

'You'd be nearby while I was at Uni.'

'If I quit now, I've only been teaching a few weeks - us meeting again in a new city, as adults in a different context could even seem cute. Give it five years, no one who was in that class is going to remember me.'

Kayla nodded. 'Five years?'

'I'd be knocking forty, and you'd be twenty three. It's not exactly ahealthyage gap, but every year past that it'd get more normal, you know?'

We were both falling into the idea, now.

She nodded. 'Yeah, there's what, seventeen years gap? It's not nothing, and people will probablyalwayshave a bit of a problem with it.'

I took a bit of my food. 'Well, we'll just have to show them how good we are. But it'd probably go down better if I'm not literally your teacher, and if you're out in the world. No one seeing it as me, you know, holding you back.'

'You're not holding me back?' she asked, a gleam of mischief in her eye. I played earnest, though.

'Never. I want you to do everything you want, Kayla.'

That got her blushing, and soon she was looking back down into her food. 'Well, rightnow, what I want to do is-'

'Food first, young lady,' I said, and she laughed. I loved that laugh.

Kayla

Friday night we were too full of food and joy to do anythingreallynaughty - despite the box of toys remaining unopened. So, instead, we sat on Angus' sofa and watchedCommunitytogether while he kept insisting that it got better the more you watched it. We were about four episodes in before I started to understand what he meant, before realising he'd fallen asleep on the sofa with me on his shoulder.

So, I made sure his curtains were all pulled shut, went up to his room and dragged the blanket from his bed and brought it down for us, curling up with him while he snoozed.

By the time I woke up, it was early Saturday morning, and while I was alone of the sofa with the blanket wrapped up around me, and I could hear the radio from the kitchen and smell the bacon on the air.

Yeah, I thought to myself. I could wake up like this every morning.

Angus

Kayla was quite happily on her phone when I served her breakfast, and let me know that Rebecca was freaking out about something being leaked over the weekend - something to do with some singer probably have a 'secret show' in Glasgow. She didn't know much more than me, but was happy to put the phone down for a bacon sarnie.

We sat together, watched the news, and talked about our plans for the day.

'I should chat to my mum,' she said. 'Let her know I'm not dead in a ditch.'

'Have you packed?' I asked suddenly. 'For the highlands trip? I just realised - Hannah gave me a list of shit to prep and I was supposed to buy it all today.'

'If mum isbusyand doesn't want me home, I'll come with,' she said. 'What kind of stuff?'

'Just camping stuff. We're supposed to bring our own tents and sleeping stuff - do you have that?'

'Yeah, I got that weeks ago,' Kayla said, kind of laughing at me. 'Did you really not prep this?'

'I'm not much of a 'planner', okay?' I shot back. 'Besides, I want to get some other stuff, too - outdoorsy clothes, that sort of thing. Wellies.'

'Wellies?' she asked, incredulous.

'What's wrong with wellies?'

'Nothing! I just haven't worn them since I was six, is all.'

'So - what are you taking?'

'I dunno. Boots.' She shrugged and went back to her phone. 'Rebecca has boots too.'

'Oh, shut up,' I said. 'Call your mum - see if you have to get back.'

Kayla

It turned out that my mumdidwant me back at the house - but not until Sunday. She wanted her and Noah to do their Sunday roast with me, and he was apparently still there.

So, me and Angus had the day.

'I know we can't really go shopping together,' I said, after giving him the good news while he drank his coffee and got dressed for his day - jeans and a shirt that sort of bulged over his chest and arms. It was hot in a lumberjack sort of way, but I didn't tell him. 'But I could, you know, wait in your car?'