I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again whoever coded the app for the devices that my *admirer* got me did a damn good job.
The reason I say that is because after my gym visit and under the close watch of my *admirer* fired up something in me that I don’t do very often…..I wore myself out.
I watched the app, or at least saw the reports, as the app registered everything I did to myself over the course of the weekend.
I got accustomed to the plug and used it’s bulbous size to help the egg rub and vibrate against my inner sweet spot sending me into a spiral of orgasmic goo.
I pinched my upper nubs causing the app to register that.
I played with the metal down below…..yep the app registered that as well.
The entire weekend I just couldn’t help myself as I foamed at the mouth wanting release after release until I either became too sensitive or I fainted.
I walked around the house keeping my phone attached and used the video side leaving the private option for my *admirer* to come on and start to tease me…..but nothing.
I hoped my *admirer* would send me some type of vibe. Some type of shock. Some type of text.
Nothing.
The ENTIRE weekend my *admirer* ignored me.
I couldn’t tell if I was pissed that my *admirer* ignored me leaving me all sorts of hot and bothered or I was happy that I had the rest of my weekend to be myself…..which I wasted being a selfish pervert as I only grew my frustration with self gratification making my yearning for a phallic object worse.
I REALLY came close to calling either my dancing boss or my escort boss to get me work and throw myself at the first guy.
I was that desperate after my self gratification.
But somehow I remained vigilant as I wanted to torment my *admirer* as they probably watched and read every single thing I did through the app or private video session I left on…..only to torture myself in the process.
There was a couple of times I seriously, and I mean seriously, considered calling a delivery service to have food delivered and grab the delivery boy to satisfy my growing frustration….but I kept myself composed…..barely.
I was so frustrated that after the entire weekend to get whatever my *admirer* did to me out of my system that by Monday when it was time for me to be professional I still couldn’t help myself from being naughty after my wild weekend of self gratification that I was missing one piece of clothing while ALL my devices were firmly attached to my body. Along with something spicy hidden under my clothing.
My first day back I wore my flowing floral long skirt that went all the way down to my ankles hiding the stockings under the dress. I had on my nice long sleeve turtle neck pastel top to help hide all my tattoos that I normally hid from my students and fellow coworkers. I had on my nice professional high heels that only gave my small frame an extra two inches to my small frame.
I had my hair up in a tight high bun which took me WAY too long to do but I felt it was needed for today.
I put on a pair of glasses though I honestly didn’t need them with my near hawk-eye vision but I wanted to keep up appearances because that’s what I always wore during my DAY job.
I had my make up on point.
And the real SPICY part that I never do for my DAY life was what was hiding underneath the facade that I was sporting my naughtiest of naughty attire.
I had left my tongue barbell in instead of switching it out with my tongue falsy to keep my piercing open but was flat and textured to look like a part of my tongue unless you REALLY looked in my mouth for it you couldn’t see it. Though at the minute the metal barbell in my mouth could easily be seen the moment I spoke.
My nipple rings I usually hide behind a bra so they aren’t seen…..not today. Today I just had a simple patch to covered over that particular part of my body that I normally use at the club for my dance nights.
Underneath my clothing was my harness with my open cup bra and remained pantyless that would shock every single member of the faculty here. My faux leather harness or teddy, I can’t remember exactly what it’s called. All I know it was a body wrap that had straps wrap around my body in various sections in fake leather and ended in a collar with a nice size metal ring for anyone to attach a leash to.
Yes I was that willing into being treated as a play thing after my weekend.
And make every single member of the male student body drool along with making every single member of the female student body jealous.
I was the walking embodiment of hidden naughtiness……and I loved every single minute of this.
I don’t know what came over me but the whole embarrassment at the gym just fired me up so much I wondered if I wasn’t forced would I be able to do it on my own.
So today I actually went for it.
And I’ll be damned if I wasn’t turned on.
It go to the point where I started playing a little game throughout the day.
The game was….who was the first to notice my naughtiness.
I was careful.
When the boys would ‘randomly’ leave their phones on the ground with the camera’s facing up trying to ‘catch a glimpse’. Yes teenagers were stupid enough to play this particular prank.
Why did I think it was stupid? Easy they would blatantly put their cell phones in the middle of the aisles trying to catch glimpses from not only me but any girl who wasn’t paying attention. And a lot of the girls who wore pants would purposely step on the device to teach the owner a lesson. The girl’s who wore skirts and weren’t paying attention would fall victim to this ploy.
And today there was a number of boys who tried this little ‘trick’ trying to catch a glimpse. I smiled at their obvious ploy and purposely let me skirt drag across the evidence and bend down to pick up the phone and playing the ‘stupid’ card and tell the boy they accidentally left their phone on the ground. I would walk away and smile as the boy would lightly curse that the photo they captured was only skirt.
Each class the boys would ‘try’.
I really want to ‘walk’ over one of the phones really bad just so I could get one person to ‘catch’ my current naughtiness but I still had to remain being careful.
Even in the class where Ms. Woolley came into class and looked me up head and down. Along with a few other students in my other classes had looked me up and down. Looks like a little loose mouth blabbed about my tattoos and possible piercings but in my attire they couldn’t see it on me. Also explains the increase in obvious cell phones.
Still the increase oddly made me happy as I played the game of ‘Let’s catch the teacher in ALL her glory’.
It was a fun game to play because I was much more careful.
One clever student mounted a camera under my desk trying to catch me. I noticed the camera when I dropped something at my desk, typical that I randomly drop my pen. When I found said camera I looked at it and smiled at the camera. Then the entire day I kept my legs crossed so the camera only caught my legs…..in stockings.
I had an idea as to who this little gift could come from and did a little bit of recon as to who could have placed this little *gift* under my desk. Actually it wasn’t that hard to figure out as there were only a couple of people who were closely paying attention to their phones….Amia Woolley and her accomplice a Mr. Gregg Hileman.
I smiled at the little camera thinking that after my *admirer* this was amateur hour. Still I played the game and always kept my legs crossed when I sat at my desk.
Day in day out. My week was the same.
Each day I would change up my attire but kept the overall feel the same. I would wear modest clothing that covered up my tattoos through flesh toned sleeves for my short sleeve tops. And my bottoms always covered up my naughtiness.
The only thing I did was on Friday I wore my pants suit attire so there was no mistake that I could be caught.
On this day in the period where Ms Woolley was in my class I called her up to the class before the bell rang marking the class starting as students were still filing into the class. I noticed that she was wearing a mini skirt today and decided to play on a hunch.
Amia walked up to my desk, “How are you doing Ms. Stucky?”
I smiled at her, “Better.”
She smiled, “I would imagine after having your time of the month.”
I nodded, “Yes. I take it you told everyone about my attire?”
She blinked at me, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Ms. Stucky.”
I mused at her, “Uh huh. And the random phones being out is just coincidence?”
She blink and played dumb, “Have they?”
I looked at her skeptically and decided to test a theory, “Why don’t you sit at my desk today?”
Amia looked at me wide eyed, “Why would I do that?”
I shrugged, “Just thought I’d make you the teacher’s aide today while I taught the class.”
She quickly spoke, “But I wouldn’t know what to do. Besides that’s your seat.”
I waved at her with a smile, “Nonsense. You just sit here and grade the papers I have here while I teach the class.”
Amia quickly spoke, “I don’t want to do that.”
I looked at the class and spoke, “Class I have an announcement.”
The class became silent. I stood from my chair where the camera was still hiding. I addressed the class, “Today I’ve decided to make Ms. Woolley, my teacher’s aide today. Are there any objections?”
The class stared at me in silence. Except for one boy who voiced his opinion, “If that’s what you want Ms. Stucky then that should be fine.”
Amia looked from me to him wide eyed.
Check and mate.
I smiled and looked at Amia, “Well it’s settled.”
I stepped away from my chair and motioned for Amia to sit at my seat.
Amia timidly walked over to my seat then looked at me, “How about I just take your papers and sit at my desk?”
I waved at her, “Nonsense. Just sit so we can get this class started.”
Amia gulped and sat down at my chair as she quickly crossed her legs before scooting into the desk.
I leaned down and pushed all the papers in front of her, “Here is the grading sheet. Just grade the papers while I speak.”
Amia nodded as I added the final cherry on top, “Do try to not open your legs.”
Amia looked at me as all the color in her face disappeared.
I smugly smiled at her and nodded showing her that I knew about the added feature as the bell rang marking the start of class.
[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mafglj/blackmail_08_gym_pt_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
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That’s such a nice twist!