BDSM, Dominance/Submission, Fantasy, Public Nudity, Public Sex, F/m, F/f, M/f, Mistress, Master, Masturbation

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The saga comes to a close as Walter and Holly return to school… now as teachers. How they get their new teaching positions, who their principals will be, and where they will teach is all discovered in this final chapter of Summer at Pond Cove.

This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters.

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It’s hard to believe that my summer at Pond Cove has come to an end. Things didn’t finish the way I had expected. Actually things didn’t begin the way I expected either and the summer was nothing like I thought it would be. I thought I would have a lot of time to myself over the summer to get ready for my first year of teaching. Instead, most of my summer was taken up finding out I was a painslut, falling in love with another painslut– holly– submitting myself to Mistress Gloria… and then serving her for the rest of the summer

Some of the summer did go as expected. I kept Uncle Walter’s cabin in good shape and the grass around it mowed and trimmed. I had some help with that. Holly would also mow and puddy tat and cheryl would clear brush and trim. That is, it was puddy tat and cheryl until cheryl became Mistress Cheryl and Mistress Tracy became slave tracy. Then puddy tat and tracy cleared brush and trimmed while holly and I mowed. Holly and I couldn’t trim or clear brush because we couldn’t get off our mowers. Mistress Gloria and Mistress Sam modified the mowers with big, inflatable, butt plugs to keep us in our seats– they caught us screwing in the grass when we should have been mowing.

Holly and puddy tat and tracy and me did some minor repairs on Uncle Cornelius’ cabin. We also painted the porch and touched up the trim on Uncle Walter’s cabin. Nothing interesting happened there except puddy tat, tracy, and holly decided that I would look good green and painted me almost all over with the porch deck paint. I guess they didn’t know it wasn’t latex and couldn’t be washed off with water. Mistress Gloria was furious. She made them clean me off, but I was the one who had to stand there while they used a couple of gallons of mineral spirits to get the paint off my body.

I stunk so bad after that Mistress Gloria made me sleep out in the yard for a couple nights. That wasn’t so bad except that Holly couldn’t sleep out there with me. Holly and I are slave bound, which is sort of like married except it is only recognized by our Mistress and her friends.

The Fourth of July was interesting. We– and by we, I mean Mistress Gloria– helped Master Jeremy and slave kristi find out who they really were. They and some of their friends came into the cove to swim. Jeremy had the balls to talk back to Mistress Gloria when she told them to leave and, by the time they finally left, he was Master Jeremy and his fiancé was his slave kristi. Actually he was a Master before that and she was a slave before that, they just didn’t realize it. Their friends had left in the middle of the argument with Mistress Gloria, so I drove them home the next Monday.

I thought I would never see them again, but then we went to the club. Holly and I screwed up by talking when we should have been quiet and, as punishment, Mistress Gloria entered us into that night’s Beautiful Butts, I mean, Cutest Ass contest. No matter what you call it, all the other contestants were girls, and I still won. That is probably the most embarrassing thing to happen to me all summer. What I didn’t know until I was wheeled up on stage was that the winner got auctioned off for the evening to raise money for charity. I was doubled up inside this weird curtain thing that hid everything but my ass, but you could tell I was a guy… I hope. The way I was doubled up SOMETHING had to be showing.

I won the contest and then Master Jeremy won me in the auction. After he took me back to the room, he said he knew who I was and told me who he was. Then he told me that another thing he discovered on the Fourth of July was that he was bi, or at least that he really wanted to fuck my ass. Really early the next morning, Mistress Gloria reclaimed me and we drove back to the pond.

The next morning, I asked permission to speak to her and she agreed. I said that I really needed to try to finalize a teaching position for next school year. I knew she was also going into teaching, so she would understand. I was really upset when she started laughing.

“Did you really think that I wouldn’t already be working on that for you?” she said as I stared at her in shock. “In fact, I have arranged for an interview for you and holly for tomorrow.”

“Where?” I sputtered out.

“Here, of course,” she answered with a smile.

“I mean, where is the school?” I said.

She continued to smile at me and asked, “Have you ever visited your great-grandparents in Ferndale?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Uncle Walter still lives there. He and three or four other families sort of run the place.”

“So does Holly’s great uncle,” she said. After a pause she said, “And I grew up there. My family is also one of those three or four who run the town. My Mother is the president of the school board. She and two other members of the board will be here tomorrow morning at ten to interview you and holly.”

Her voice suddenly became very serious. “You still have to be able to do the job,” she said, pointing a finger at me, “and do it properly.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered, and then immediately correctly myself. “I mean, Yes, Mistress.”

“You might be dressed in civilian clothing for the interview,” she said quietly. “That isn’t really necessary since they all know of everything that goes on here, but they might need to record the interview so it can be shown to the other board members before their vote.