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Emiko is a teacher at Yohr High with a dirty little secret. With academics not paying enough, the famously shy professor lives a second life as a serve maid. But what happens when two worlds collide? See Emiko try her best in what will become one of the most sexually charged weekends of her life!

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It was mid afternoon at Yohr High School when the usual suspects came to occupy the teachers lounge. Mai Sato, a 39 year old English teacher, along with her loyal coo of hens gather to talk about the only thing that seemed to be on their mind. Sex.

“It was such a lovely night that when we got back to the hotel, I couldn’t resist but to have my way with him.” Mai continues with her story, only now getting to the best part. Normally having the floor during such conversations, she knew just how to dazzle these girls with tales of her escapades.

In great detail she describes every act the pair of them did. Where her and the newest plaything of the month flung themselves around the room in a bout in uncontrollable love making. Ending the night with him tied to the bed wile Mia rode the man like a stallion. Her caramel body trembling with each orgasm from her toy’s fat cock.

“Ah gosh Mai, that’s so lewd!” One of her friends in the group sighs, hanging off every word from the short haired woman’s lips.

“And that’s just the appetizer.~ Lover boy has been hinting to a surprise trip soon. And if he’s done just that then he can expect a lot more where that came from.”

“That’s our Mai for you. Not a man in the country could resist her, haha!” Another woman snorts. The blush on their face as evident as the envy in their voice.

“Oh come now,” Mai makes an act of shrugging off the praise even though she fed off it. “I just know how to have a bit of fun. I’m sure you girls are no different.” She muses politely, knowing damn well these ladies had no such experiences to brag about.

“Nope.” One of them answers bluntly. “Not since the kid….”

“I’m pretty sure Jerry doesn’t even remember where we keep the handcuffs these days.” Another sighs longingly.

The third friend, too shy to admit her own lack of sex life instead turns to the last teacher at the table.

“What about you Emiko? See any excitement lately.” She asks hopefully, praying she’d not have to confess the lack of “excitement” in her own life.

Emiko looked up from her phone in shock, not expecting to be put into the spot light so suddenly. The 26 year old music teacher shifts in her chair, trying to think of something to say. Not knowing exactly the best way to answer such a thing. And so suddenly… she can already feel her cheeks burning.

Mia snickered into her hand. “Oh don’t be cruel!! You know our Emiko isn’t that kind of girl. Let her graduate to handholding first.” The English instructor teases, knowing Emiko as nothing but a powder puff since she’s known her. Being the youngest, she was forever seen as the baby of the group.

Emiko shyly tucks her almond hair behind her ear and smiles good-naturedly. This convo coming at the worst time as the texts continued flooding her phone.

“We need you. There was a cancellation.”

“Where are you?”

“Get your ass here or you won’t be payed for the month.”

“Damn.” Emiko thinks to herself. They’ve not made her come in so suddenly like this in a long time. Luckily for her she had no prior obligations after her lunch break, but how was she to explain this to her friends.

“Earth to Emiko. You ok?” Mia asks impatiently. “I didn’t hurt your feelings did I? You know I meant nothing by it.”

The adorable music coach thinks fast on her feet, doing her best to avoid eye contact with her phone.

“Oh no! It’s just that… it’s just… it’s funny you guys should ask. I-I actually have a date!” Emiko smiles nervously. Hoping she’s not just jump the shark.

All four woman look at her in amazement.

“You’re kidding!” One exclaimed.

“Who?! Who?!” The second one follows, just as excited by the news.

“I bet it’s the cute new librarian!” The other one giggles, bringing this man up for the fourth time today.

Emiko starts to feel herself sweat, rattling off lie after lie about names and fake meetings. All the while the txts on her phone became more persistent.

“Is that him now?” Mia asks, crossing her arms quizzically. “If so he’s an eager boy isn’t he?”

“Yes well….” Emiko looks to the left, and then back at her mentor. “We sort of had a change of plans, so he’s hoping to meet up now.” She smiles worryingly, hoping this works.

“Really? You should go then!”

“I’ll cover everything else for you here. You covered for me last month!”

Mia only half jokes. “Geez. None of you are ever as eager to let me leave early…” The older woman pouts and winks. “Have fun Emiko! Hope he’s not too handsy~”

Emiko meanwhile is nearly out the door as soon as she hears one of them tell her to leave. She rushes down the hallway and finally answers the texts.

“I’m leaving now. But you bastards better give me double for this.”

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“Thank you for being with me today, master!” Emiko cheers, making a heart symbol with her fingers as was company policy. “Make sure to come and see me again, okay?<3”

The satisfied man dreamily waves back and exits the parlor. Emiko’s cheerful demeanor quickly turns into an exhausted sigh as soon as his back is turned.

“God, my cheeks hurt so bad from smiling.” She whines, rubbing her face furiously until the dull ache fades. Before going to clock out, she checks the mirror to make sure that last client didn’t leave a stain on her maid dress.

Thankfully not… There had to be easier ways to make money then this? Putting on this silly thing and spending time with strangers. Sure teaching is a respectable job, but the pay just wasn’t enough. Not how things were today…

Emiko walks back to the room, making sure to get everything in order before she’d head out for the night. As always around this time her mind wanders to the dreaded thought of anyone finding out her secret. That needle-thin tightrope she has been tiptoeing on would snap within an instant.

How would she cope with all the questions? Not to mention the rumors and stories of the woman who teaches by day and services men at night. All friendly conversation at the teachers lounge would quickly become about what she has or hasn’t done. Or even more humiliating, how much she enjoys it. That question alone was enough to make her stomach do backflips.

Not that keeping her job would even be on the table...

Emiko lets the thought go as her boss knocks on the door, informing she’ll be locking up for the night. Her mind at that point could only obsess over how long this day has been.

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It takes Emiko thirty minutes or so to tighten up before her departure. Excited to get back into her own cloths, she heads out of the lovers room and down the hall to return her uniform. That’s when she hears the chimes by the door ringing across the establishment.

“Hello? Is anyone here? You guys have to have an ATM in this place, right?” The feminine voice bellows.

Emiko sighs, just wanting this day to end so she could rest her feet. Instead she puts on her friendly face and goes to help. The frills on her dress swooshing all the way.

“Actually no…” Emiko answers, turning the corner down the hall and to the entrance. “What you’ll want to do is go two stores down an-…”

Emiko stops dead in her tracks, the words now caught in her throat. Their in the entrance way, rifling through her pocket book was Mia. With zero time to react the older woman’s eyes flicked up to meet Emiko’s.

Time stands still as they held there, eyes locked. Mia’s jaw falls from her upper lip in slow motion as the peaces go together. Meanwhile Emiko’s blushing face sunk deeper into her palms.

“E-Emiko?” Mia asks, sounding uncharacteristically shaken.

“Uuuhgh..” Is all that came from the stunned maid’s mouth. Before she turns tale and retreats, pacing back down the halls of the parlor.

“SORRY! I THINK YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN!!!” Emiko blurts back in a shrill voice. The whoosh of her dress getting faster as she kicks it into overdrive.

“What?! The HELL I am! Emiko, get back here right now!!!” Mia shouts, the smile on her face discernible by the chuckling tone in her voice. She gives chase, the click of her heels echoing through the hall.

“IT’S NOT ME!” Emiko desperately shouts, hoping somehow it magically be true. She scrambled to find the back exist, but is to panicked remember where it is.

Meanwhile Mia’s heels continue to click at the same pace. Still on the pursuit, but far enough behind for the frenzied maid to think of a quick plan.

With nerves getting the best of her, Emiko dashes into one of the love rooms to try and hide. Maybe if she vanishes Mia will give up and leave, allowing her time to come up with a lie.

With the click of the heels getting louder, Emiko makes the split decision to hide under the bed. Crawling on her stomach she tries to cram her poofy dress under the mattress, unaware how the frills would catch onto the wooden frame’s many splinters. The poor girl makes another bid to kick and crawl further into cover, but is stuck with her lower body exposed.

“Emikooooo? Where are youuuu?~” Mia sings playfully, peaking into every room as she hurries by. Until finally she’s greeted with the kicking legs and wiggling rump of her trapped underling.

“Oh my!” Mia gasps, covering her mouth with her palm as she breaks into laughter. As if this couldn’t be any funnier to her.

Emiko meanwhile just felt herself shivering in humiliation. In a way she’s glad not to have to look one of her coworkers in the eye during this moment. Instead she stayed silent as Mia’s guffaws lasted for over a minute.

“So Emiko,” Mia almost sings, closing the door behind her and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Looks like you had one hell of a date! Pfffhahahaha!” The short haired teacher busts into laughter again, clearly enjoying how it made the poor girl squirm.

This was just too good. Shy little Emiko turning out to be some kind of service gal? Minutes ago Mia wasn’t even sure they could spell sex. Now here she is in some silly outfit at what was so clearly a love hotel.

“I-I’m… I- don’t you!!!” Emiko lies poorly. Now focusing her energy more so on getting unstuck.

She heaves her body repeatedly, each one earning a new bout of laughter from the sidelines. Sadly all of it is in vain. Her slender form crashes to the floor in exhaustion.

“Awww, a little stuck are we?” Mia chuckles mockingly. Just eating all of this up.

Emiko only whines like a school girl in response. Kicking her feet in an act of frustration. “I-I don’t know what you're talking about!”

“Oh really?” Mia goads, “I don’t think you’re in any position to lie here darling?” She slinks to the floor and catches one of the trapped maid’s feet by her ankle. “Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

“EEEK!” Emiko shrieks, wiggling her foot wildly for freedom. At first she thinks they’ll be pulled from out of the bed, but instead she bursts out into laughter.

“S-stop! Whahahahahahat aahahreyoohhohohou doing!!!”

The sensation convulses through her body as Mia’s nails slowly waltz along Emiko’s nylon covered soles. Heightened by the fabric, each tap of her digits elate the already sensitive nerves of her creamy foot.

“Well if you aren’t her, then you must be some kind of pervert! Sticking out your ass hoping someone has their way with you!” The short haired woman laughs as she continues her five finger dance. “You probably even like this! Don’t you little maid girl?~”

“AAH! AAHANOOHAHA!” Emiko spazzes from under the bed. Swapping between covering her mouth and flailing for some kind of purchase. “AHA AHAAHA! NAHA HOOHOHO! MIAHAHA!”

“How do you know my name if I don’t know who you are?~” The older woman teases as she continues to skitter and scratch at the paw of her pray. “Why not just come off it? Or I could always keep this up, Coochie coo!”

And that wasn’t a threat. Holding a tighter grip Mia turned her tickling up a notch, using more pressure as the nails dragged down her sole. The nylon bunching up under her finger and annoying her nerves even more.

“AHAHA! AHAHAAHAHA-AH- AH! AHAHAH! STAHAHAAHAP! PLEHEHEAHASE! MIAHAHA!” Emiko couldn’t take much more of this. It reminded her of the client with the massive foot fetish who worshipped her soles the entire session.

“Well? Are you going to confess??” Mia persists, intending to get her answer. “Huh? Huh? Gonna tell me?”

Thats when Emiko crumbled. With no hope of escape and the torture too much she confirms her identity. Over and over again as a matter of fact, all why her poor foot continues to be worked over.

“HAHAAAAAA! IT’S MEHEHAHAHA! IT MEHEHEH! I’AAHAHAM EMIHIHKOHOHO!!” The poor maid cackles. Each confession louder then the next as her captor continues to play with her.

“Emiko?!” Mia gasps in foe surprise. “It can’t be! You’re not just a perverted little maid, but a liar too!” The giddy woman changed positions, trapping Emiko’s legs by sitting on them.

“W-Wha… N-no!” She responds weakly between wheezes. Filling the air back in her lungs. “W-what are you…”

“You’ll pay for trying to trick me!” Mia cries, unable to contain her own laughter as her fingers plunge into Emiko’s plush thighs.

“NOAHAHAHAHA! ITS MEHEHEHEHEHE! IHAHATS MEHEHEHE! HOAHAHAHNEST! NOAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MIAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!”

But nothing she says stops the tickling teacher. Instead she only rides her like a bucking bronco while continuing her torturous fun. Her slender fingers gliding effortlessly over the silky thighs of her target.

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It feels like ages before Mia finally relents in her tickling. But I’m actually, she had only been playing with poor Emiko for a matter of minutes. Being sure to interrogate her all the while of just how she ended up working here.

Through relentless pokes and prods, Emiko forces out her reasons. She explains the money, the the lack of options for night work, just how long she’s been doing this. Every detail and more gobbled up by the most drama hungry of her friend group.

By the time Mia got everything out of her, the poor maid was collapsed on the floor. Emiko pants, her face beet red while her captor only files her nails on top of her.

“My gosh, who would have thought.” Mia marvels, the gears turning in her head how to best proceed with these new findings.

“(Pant) T-that’s everything… N-now please help me out here!” Emiko whines.

“Hmm..” Mia thinks, tapping her index finger to her cheek. “In a minute!” She chirps, getting out of her ‘seat’.

“W-wha?! No!” Emiko panics, hearing the clicking of Mia’s heels get farther away. “Don’t leave me here!!!”

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For ten agonizing minutes Emiko listens to the clicking of Mia’s heels grow closer and farther away. The closer they got, the more her body tensed at the thought of more torture. Thankfully she’d always just pass her. Keeping the trapped maid in agonizing anticipation.

“I’m back!“ Mia finally bellows at the doorway, holding a bag full of stuff she’s gathered from the parlor.

“Emiko, I don’t want you to think that I can’t be trusted with your little secret.” The older teacher comforts, clearly having more to say than just that. “The last thing I’d want to see is you go through hard times. People around the school spreading such naughty rumors about our sweet little Emiko? I wouldn’t have it!”

The maid’s body relaxes slightly hearing her friend has her back. The feeling doesn’t stay long as suddenly a pair of cuffs are slapped onto her ankles. Making her position even more precarious.

“Eek! Wait! What are you doing” Emiko gasps, feeling both her feet getting pulled up by the chain of the binds.

“There’s just one teensy little thing I’d like you to do for me in return!~” Mia giggles, putting her nails back to work.

“AHAHA! WAAHAHAIT! NAHAHAHAHAO!!” Emiko blurts out, hoping she was done with all of this! But no, here she is again crumbling at the slightest touch of her friend’s fingers.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, dear. It’s nothing to tasking.” Mia keeps up her taunting ways. Making sure to keep her movements light and fleeting as to not distract the poor girl from her words. “The whole reason I even asked for cash in the first place is because I need to pay a baby sitter.”

Emiko tried to listen, but the nails circling the soles of her trapped feet makes it a huge challenge. A baby sitter? What does this have to do with her.

“Remember that guy I told you about today? Lover boy finally asked me out on that trip! I know, I’m so excited! There’s just one little problem. My niece, you remember her right?“ Mia asks, her intentions became clearer with every word.

Through a vail of giggles tickling fog Emiko remembers Mia’s niece Kyrie. She was… a different kind of girl. One that she got very use to dealing with in the four years she spent at the school. Keeping her nose clean was damn near impossible with her being called to the office every week for some new nonsense.

“HAHAHA MIAHAHAHAH! MIAHAHAHAHH IHAHAH CANAHAHAHN’T!!” Emiko shouts, catching on to Mia’s favor quickly despite the distractions.

It’s been four years since she’s even seen Kyrie. Maybe the time abroad will have mellowed her out? Even so, Emiko had no desire to find out. Not for a normal weekend let alone an extended one.

“What is that you’re saying dear? I can’t quit understand you!~” Mia teases, holding back her nails by only a bit. Their phantom touch still torturously caressing the poor maid’s soles.

“O-oh Mi-Mia, I-I can’t! I-I co-couldn’t possibly j-j-juggle all thAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAHAH!” Emiko’s shaky sentence falls apart as soon as the nails return. Mia seemingly not accepting it as the correct answer.

“Oh Emiko please!~You really would be doing me a solid. Besides…” Mia smirks, hooking the cuff’s chain to her right index finger. Using her other hand to go through her bag of her toys. Pulling out a stiff feather. “It be a shame if word were to get out.”

Emiko squeaks, not just from the extortion, but the fluffy feeling of something traveling down her other leg. Shivers go up her spine as the sensation continues to trail upwards. Flirting with her supple thighs.

“NOHOHOHAHAHAHA! NOAHAH PLEHEHAHAHASE! PLEHAHAHSEHEHE YOU WOHOADNT! AHA!” Emiko howls. Her eyes rolling upwards as the feather hits one of her most tender spots.

“I wouldn’t say anything!” She giggles, keeping a steady pace. Taking care of where it was and wasn’t touching. “I’m just saying Emiko has a very lewd and submissive body. It’s not like it wouldn’t eventually come out…”

The stuck service girl tries to figure out what the hell Mia means by that, but is distracted with the feather moving further up her leg. Her friend’s evil tool was now teasing the very idea of grazing her undercarriage and that idea alone makes her body too rigid.

“Then what? Then everyone’s just going to wonder just how naughty little Emiko really is.” Mia muses and brings her feather closer, releasing the hook of the cuffs. “And what about your students. They’ll have no respect for you knowing how easily they can turn you into a heaving service girl.”

With a flick of her fingers Mia pulls Emiko’s lace panties to the side. Exposing her little maid’s bare, aching pussy. Emiko moans from the sudden air, let alone the fluffy friend dancing its way to meet her.

“O-o-o-oh M-Mia!!! N-Naahaha- Naht therehehe!~” Emiko falsely protests, secretly hoping for some kind of relief during all this.

“Oohohoh!~ So you *do* like this stuff? Then maybe I should just speak to your little manager and buy you for that time, huh? How about it Emiko? Want to be *my* naughty little maid?” She continues to tease, bringing the plume ever closer to her pussy. Until finally mercilessly stroking up and down her pretty pink lips.

“AHAHAHAHAHOOOOOOOH! OOOOOHHHH! UUUAAAHH! UAHAHAHHA! MIAHAHAHA! MIAHAHAAHHA! OH GOAHAHAHAHASHAHAH! MIA PLEHAHAHAHAHSAHA! YES! YES!”

“Are you going to do what I ask?” The cruel English teacher questions, knowing this fly is hopelessly tangled in her web now.

“YES!!!!” Emiko heaves. She feels her orgasm building, unable to take the tease of the feather.

“You’re going to be my good maid and do everything I ask?” Questions Mia, loving the sound of this girls verbal submission.

“YEAHAHAHAHAHAHAS!!” Emiko shudders, unable to hold it back any longer. She began to cum and cum again. Mia keeping the feather dancing on the poor maid’s pussy while she convulsed.

The fluttering didn’t end and neither did Emiko’s orgasm. With the feather still tickling one climax triggers the next which triggers the next. Her eyes crossing from the endless released, all from Mia’s cruel torture.

It felt incredible. Possibly one of the strongest orgasm’s the shy maid had ever felt in her life. She surrenders herself, completely forgetting just what it is she’s signing up for.

She was Mia’s now, and going to do everything she says. Even if it means setting herself on one of the most intense experience of her life.

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