The Teachers who remembered me part 4 - [M25/F40s/F40s] [orgasm denial] [digital femdom] [cockring] [forced Ehibisionism] [edging]

Part 3 : https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1s3ysfp/comment/od8nk8v/?context=3

I raced down to the car, and my dad was there loading tools into the tray. I jumped into the passenger side and looked at my phone, with the photo Miss Forsythe sent. When I heard the handle of the driver's door, I was swift to lock my screen and saw my dad just smiling at me, 
“Good morning, mate, waiting for a text from yesterday's date, are you?” 
He jumped into the car and started up the engine
“Yeah, sure”, I said, trying to avoid the topic, and continued 
“What's the plan for today anyway?” 
My father then described getting coffee and going to his mate's property to help him with a project in his workshop. 
I was never that hands-on like my father, but I was happy to help, 
We drove to get coffee, and my dad started to tell me more about the project and where he would need me.
“All that aside, bud, I'm happy you're out there again. That ex of yours was a horrible woman. You deserve better”
I was blind sided. Dad was not one to talk to women much; in fact, this was the only thing I got from him after the breakup, other than ‘sorry to hear that, mate’.
“Thanks, Dad”, I was unsure what else to say. I mean, I didn't think I could say ‘hey, remember my old English and art teachers in high school? Well, they're currently holding my cum ransom, and I'm fucking loving it. That was not a conversation I was going to have.

We pulled up to Clint's property, a workmate of my father, and moved into the shed.
I started helping Clint clear out an old storage shed of his. I put my phone down and tuned my brain into working for as long as I needed, not to let my other activities distract me.
After a good few hours of moving equipment and clearing out Clint's old shed, it had reached about 10:20 am, and Clint and my father had pulled up for a break, so I went over to my phone. I swiftly started to regret putting it down, as I noticed a small chain of messages had started already.
“What are you doing, Toy?” from Miss Forsythe at 10:02,
Then another at 10:07 from Mrs Ainsley
“Is he keeping you waiting?” 
Followed by another message a moment after
“Seems so” 
I replied swiftly, with 
“I'm sorry, I put my phone down” 
After a moment, I got a response, “That's no excuse, you made us wait” Miss Forsythe sent 
“What were you doing that was so distracting?” Mrs Ainsley asked 
“Sorry, I'm out on a property helping my dad” 
It seemed that after a few moments, after I hit send, the chat began to ring with an incoming call, 
My dad looked at me, “Your date calling you?” He said with a smile
I just nodded and walked around the house out of sight. This property was on a hill surrounded by sparse trees. I walked some way into the treeline of the surrounding forest, and down some small elevation. I needed to get as far out of sight as I could before answering. 

As soon as I answered, the first thing I heard was 
“Once again, you kept us waiting, Jason” 
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to find a quiet spot”, I replied, sweat beading on my forehead, either from the work or my concern about their punishment, I was not sure
Miss Forsythe and Mrs Ainsley both smiled slightly, 
“And did you?” Miss Forsythe said in a sultry tone
I looked around. I was in a quiet spot, out of earshot and eyesight 
“I think so, I hope you can forgive my tardiness” 
I heard a little laugh from Miss Forsythe
“Good, then this is what you're going to do”, Mrs Ainsley started, 
“Put the phone down so we can see you, step back, get naked, and you're going to stand there until either you get caught like a little pervert, or we're satisfied,” She spoke in such a stern, demanding tone, but her request was clear.
I halted for but a moment and did as I was told, 
I put the phone down and stripped.
Immediately, I felt exposed, and my natural reaction was to cover myself. As I moved to pick up my phone, I heard a small gasp, and then Miss Forsythe asked
“Did he?”
“I think he did", Mrs Ainsley responded, then increased in tone... "Are you touching your cock, Jason? In front of us?, without permission?!” as she queried, Sultry and disappointed at the same time, I felt the wave of her disappointment rush over me.
As I realised I had broken the rule of not touching myself without command in front of them, I swiftly pulled my hand away, leaving all exposed. 
“Now, Jason, were you being a naughty toy? Tell us,” Miss Forsythe asked 
“No, I was just”, I stuttered before resorting to say “I’m sorry”
Miss Forsythe scolded me further  
“Are you shy, Jason?, What did I tell you about covering yourself!” she said, also in a disappointed, almost mocking tone. I genuinely felt like I had betrayed them,
"If we catch you trying to cover up again, you will be punished further,” Mrs Ainsley stated.
I stood vulnerable and naked in the woods, eagerly awaiting whatever punishment they would give me. I was shocked at my own intent, but I was starting to long for their punishments, and it felt exhilarating.

“Well, what should we do with our naked toy in the woods?” Miss Forsythe asked 
“Hmm”, she paused a moment that felt like forever, then proclaimed 
“Jason set a 20 min timer and put the phone back down. You are going to stand there and play with yourself until you're hard, but you better not have too much fun because we're watching!” she began to demand as I nodded in agreement. Never had I thought I would be here like this. The fear of getting caught raced through me as she continued
“You will fondle your tip when you're hard, and if you think about coming, I want you to flick the tip of your cock.” Miss Forsythe seemed to bite her lip at this thought as Mrs Ainsley kept explaining the rules of her punishment.
“You can only play with the shaft if you start to get softer. I want you standing there vulnerable, naked and fully erect in the woods, so if you are found, you will be seen as a little fucking pervert”
At this point, I was so devoted to making right my transgression that I just agreed with a simple 
“Understood”, and moved to my timers in my phone. 
I heard a slight moan from Miss Forsythe as I set the 20 minutes,
I put my phone down with my clothes and walked away about 6 or 7 feet from them, to a spot in frame,
I looked around, and there were only trees in sight. I knew there were other houses around this property, and I started to wonder what if someone found me like this.  
Even with that possibility, I found I was more concerned about the risk of further punishment. 
I stood there, baring all in the woods, as I started playing with myself, I tried to imagine the photo I was sent in the morning. 
I slowly jerked my cock and played with my tip, the silicone ring slowly tightening as it grew to performance size. 
I fought every urge to keep playing once I was hard, after all this edging recently, and release so fucking close.

When I thought about cuming, I slapped the tip of my cock. The sting sent a wave of pain and pleasure over my body as precum started to seep from it. At first, standing here naked and making myself seemed terrifying, but now, it was starting to feel exhilarating. 
My timed punishment began feeling like an eternity. I was in a perpetual state of being terrified someone would find me and excited at the idea of being found, so naked, erect, a fucking pervert in the woods. The more I played and let the fear of being caught wash over me, the more I was really enjoying it; I could barely recognise myself.
There was a moment when I thought I heard someone in the distance. I wanted to cover up and duck down, but I was determined in my intent to do as my goddesses had commanded, and I stood there and flicked my cock again.
Eventually, once resigned to my fate and punishment, I genuinely felt almost at peace, and it felt so fucking good. I found with the fear now excitement, I stayed harder for longer without the need for manual encouragement, as the freedom of my naked body alone in these woods started to excite and thrill me. I started to even find pleasure in the small breeze that washed over my bare and vulnerable form.

My serenity was broken only by the sound of the timer I set.
As the alarm went off, I felt relief at first, but also a little sadness. I went back to my phone, almost wishing it had not ended at all.
“I think our toy enjoyed his punishment !”, Miss Forsythe said, 
“I know we certainly did”, Mrs Ainsley added softly before turning back ot that stern tone I mentioned earlier.
“You will be hearing from us later today, Jason”, Mrs Ainley said before hanging up the call
I stood there for a moment, took a breath, and looked down at my pulsating cock.
In that moment in the woods, I was the closest I had been to breaking their rules so far. For it was in that moment after the call, still bearing it all, I wanted so strongly to feel full relief, but my devotion was true. 

I put my clothes back on and came back to see my father had opened beers and did not miss me. My dad lifted a beer out of the cooler as if to offer me one. I walked over to sit with them, and Clint laughed,
“I guess your new girl knows how to talk dirty, hey?” he said. My dad just shook his head and threw me the beer
I had not noticed that, without underwear to contain it, my erection was pressing a tent in my pants
I sat quickly in embarrassment and set the cold beer on my couch. My dad just shook his head, and they kept talking about the project and any other topic other than my obvious erection. 
A few hours later, my father and I packed up the car, and we headed back home. The ride home was a little quieter. I held my Phone in my hand, anticipating their next request. 
That ride home, all I could think about was how freeing and exposed I was in the forest. I was discovering more and more about myself, I was loving this, and mostly, I wanted more! It was starting to feel like the longer they made me wait, the more I needed their commands.  

 After I got home, I had a shower, as I stood there, the cold water no longer quelling the beast that was my unreleased cock, I found myself almost longing for their next message once more. So much so that when I heard my notification sound, I rushed to my phone on the bathroom counter, still soaking wet. Sadly, it was just my friend Shane checking what time he was picking me up to go to Carls tomorrow.
After handling logistics with Shane and an early dinner with my parents, I found myself so distracted. My mind raced with Thoughts of my goddesses, their bodies, their words, their sultry tones. I just wanted to hear their voices again, read their messages again, give in to their commands, give more of myself to them. I started to think my Cock was starting to cloud my brain.
I resided to playing an old video game I found in my room, in a foolish attempt to distract myself, but as soon as I loaded into a forest level, I could not help but think of how naked and exposed I was in the woods, how free it felt, and how the threat of being caught and labeled a Freak or a pervert thrilled me so, I had never thought this way or even considered myself enjoying such a thing. I focused on my game, encountering a monster and tuned in to break my lustful stupor. It was then that I started to hear my phone ring; this time, it was them. I answered swiftly, neglecting to pause my game, letting my character die. Nothing was more important in that moment than answering them.