My eyes creeped open as the sun shone through my drapes that apparently I didn't close tight enough. It was OK though because I needed to get up to get to school anyway. Even though I took Monday off, the events of the day didn't make it feel like a day off at all. I flipped over on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Everything was so fucked up. Sitting up I grabbed my phone and read the inevitable message that was waiting for me.
Message: SORRY FOR MY TONE YESTERDAY
My eyebrow raised. The asshole was sorry? Part of me wanted to write back, "it's OK," but I didn't. I couldn't. Was this part of their way to manipulate me? To make me feel bad for them? To forgive them?
Message: I LOST MY TEMPER
Message: BUT YOU HAD FUN ANYWAY DIDN'T YOU?
I waited a moment before replying. What would I say?
Message: Yes...
I was honest even though I hated that I was. I was struggling to understand what I was doing, feeling it was all wrong and right at the sametime.
Message: I KNEW IT
Message: DO YOU WANT TO CONTINUE?
I couldn't believe what I was reading. The blackmailer was actually asking me if I wanted to continue? Wanted to be blackmailed? Of course I didn't. Right? No. Of course not.
Message: No
I waited.
Message: TO BAD
Message: YOU LOVE IT
My heart sank. For a second I thought I might get out of this. That it might all be over, but who was I kidding? Why did I think that would happen? Based on everything that had happened, everything that I'd done, been told to do, was I really going to get out of it so easily?
Message: WEAR PACKAGE #2 NO BRA NO COVER
Message: THE BOTTOMS ARE UP TO YOU
Message: AND OPEN PACKAGE #7 AND TAKE IT WITH YOU
Message: CHECK YOUR MESSAGES TODAY SLUT
I dropped my head into my hands as I finished reading the messages. Another day of hell, or was it heaven now? I was so screwed up I didn't even know.
I got cleaned up, washed my face, brushed my teeth and brushed my hair, before opening the packages. Package two had a white turtleneck inside. Not what I expected but based on the leggings from the day before I had a good idea of what it would be like to wear. I didn't even worry about it anymore. Package seven on the other hand was not a piece of clothing. I pulled out a long pink double ended dildo from the packaging and held it in my hand. It didn't phase me anymore. A sex toy in a package that was left for me would normally be something shocking. But not now, not with how my life was.
I pulled the white shirt over my head and down my body to where it ended, just above my navel, my stomach on display. I didn't realize how short it was before, but now I was worried this was too obvious for school. Surely people would notice, they would stare, they would talk, would I get in trouble? My tits weren't visible necessarily, but in the right light the material would be more see-thru for sure, there was no denying that. My nipples poked through like little stones in my shirt. I was turned on. There was no hiding it. Thoughts swirled in my head of people seeing my nipples, seeing me dressed in this shirt, and for some reason that made me even hornier. Fuck.
I put on a pair of conservative panties, trying to rebel ever so slightly, and a pair of tight black jeans, a low heeled boot, and I was ready to go. If I wasn't a teacher, mother and someone with responsibilities I would have thought I looked pretty good, but for my situation, I looked completely out of place.
Sam and Emma had left early, some kind of project at school they needed to help on. That worked for me because it gave me a little longer without anyone seeing me dressed like this. Breakfast, coffee, my bag with my laptop and now a double ended dildo and I was ready to go. As I stepped outside I noticed it was overcast, not the nicest day, but maybe the lack of sunlight would help keep my shirt a little less see-thru.
I strode confidently into the school, keeping my head up, trying to portrait an image of someone completely comfortable with what they were wearing, and not concerned at all. The opposite was actually how I felt though. Scared, worried, yet excited. Wow was I fucked.
My first class went by without many issues. Were there stares? Yes. Did I see girls chuckling to themselves as my nipples pressed against the material? Of course. Were the boys paying more attention then usual? There was no doubt. But if that was the worst that happened I couldn't complain. As the class continued and I moved around the material kept rubbing up against my exposed nipples, making them harder, more sensitive. The blackmailer was some kind of genius it seemed, everything they made me do turned me on even more. I kept playing along with the innocent teacher part, but I wanted nothing more than to sit at my desk, undo my pants and get off.
The bell rang and I planned to do just what I wanted to do. I walked over to my desk and sat down, waiting for all of my students to exit the room. As the last one left, I followed, closed and locked the door, back to my desk, sitting down and undoing the button on my jeans before lowering the zipper. As my hand began to slip into my panties a call came through to the classroom phone. "Fuck" I said to myself as I walked over and picked it up.
"Hello?" I said, a little annoyed.
"Hey Madison, it's Tina, I'm just calling to remind you about your meeting with Mr. Wallace in five minutes," she said in a professional tone.
"Oh shit!" I replied having completely forgotten about it. "OK... I'll be there in a minute."
"OK... and maybe we can get lunch together or something?" Tina asked.
"Sure... sounds good," I said before following it with "bye."
I let out a sigh knowing I wasn't going to get off now as I had planned, but that was quickly followed by a sense of worry. My meeting with Mr. Wallace. I had completely and utterly forgotten. What did he want to meet about? I was pretty sure I knew, I wasn't the same as I was a few weeks ago, I mean look at how I was dressing. Actually look at how I was dressed right then and there. My top, my nipples. "I'm so getting fired," I said to myself as I did up my jeans and left the room.
I said "Hi" to Tina as I walked past her desk and knocked on Mr. Wallace's door, "Hello?"
"Yes, come on in Madison," he said while raising his head from his desk, "take a seat."
I did as I was told and sat in front of his desk in a chair that had been there for a long time.
"So Mr. Wallace, you wanted to talk to me?" I asked tentatively.
"Uh... yes... Madison," it was clear where his eyes were focused. It was the same place that everyone's eyes had been focused, "I wanted to talk to you about your... ummmm... clothing choices."
My face went red. "Oh... is there a problem with what I'm wearing?" I tried to act surprised, I wasn't sure it worked.
"Well... no... I mean... we aren't trying, I'm not trying to limit you to only certain things... but some people, teachers mostly, have compl... no, commented on your change in outfits lately, so I wanted to talk to you about it," Mr Wallace stumbled.
It was obvious that the culture had changed. If I had dressed like this a few years ago I would have been sent home or fired for sure, but now there seemed to be a real fear of slut shaming and that worked out to my advantage more than Mr. Wallace could know.
"Oh... well... I'm sorry I have made some other teachers... uncomfortable," I was starting to feel more confident, "but I'm still young Mr. Wallace and I think I should be able to wear what I like. It's not like I'm walking around naked or anything!" I laughed.
Mr. Wallace smiled a little, his face turning red, "no... of course not... I just wanted to bring it to your attention that others have noticed a change. But of course, you are welcome to continue to express yourself Madison."
"That's great Mr. Wallace... and thanks for letting me know. But it really is great I'm allowed to show who I really am while at work. You do such a great job creating a welcoming work environment," I was laying it on thick now.
"Well thank you Madison, it's nice to hear. Ummmm, well thank you for coming in," Mr. Wallace smiled more now, he had softened, given up, I'd won. The blackmailer had won? Was there any doubt?
I got up from my chair, "Thanks Mr. Wallace," I said as I left the room. I could feel his eyes burying through my jeans as I walked away. My pussy twitched.
"Hey Tina," I said as I walked up to her desk. She was bent over doing some paperwork before she looked up at me. The first thing I noticed was she was wearing a top similar to mine. Was this part of the blackmailers plan? Was this a hint? Some kind of game? Her tits stood up more than mine, everything about her was like me, but just better. God she was beautiful.
"Hey Madison," she said, "do you want to go and get lunch now? It's a little early but I heard it's supposed to rain later."
"Sure, why not, I don't have class until after lunch anyway," I said with a smile and leaned against her desk.
"OK, awesome, just give me a minute to finish up!"
I walked around the school office as I waited for her. Looking at the announcements pinned to the wall, checking my mailbox, something I didn't do nearly often enough. Within a few minutes I felt a touch on my shoulder and found Tina ready to go.