Pretty young teacher Corrie Willoughby did some adult modelling to pay her way through university. All pretty soft and harmless she thought until years later a film she made fell into the hands of some parents who knew how to use it as leverage to take full advantage of her. Extract: After ten minutes of teacher monologue, I decided it was time to up the ante a little. “Would you like to see what he was doing for homework last night, Miss Willoughby?” I asked sweetly, pulling my iPad out of my big handbag. “Of course,” she answered, having no idea what she was letting herself in for. I turned it on, pressed my finger to the screen to activate it and pressed play on the waiting video, setting the tablet in front of the unsuspecting teacher. “What the heck is this?” She tried to bluff her case but her wavering voice and nervous eyes betrayed her. “Good try Corrie,” I smiled. “Keep watching!” The film ran through her blow job, lesbian scene and then a pretty convincing few minutes of her being taken doggy by the big black man. Her pretty face just dropped further and further as the film played. I enjoyed her discomfort. I took another glance at my husband, who was stifling a smile. “What would the head teacher say if he knew you were a porn star?” I asked innocently. For a free sample, scroll up and click 'look inside.'

Gorgeous teacher Corrie has been blackmailed and owned by a Dominant couple. Trained and subjugated, she is taken to a party, collared and passed around the guests. This chapter of her story is told in her own words. Extract: I pleasured a lot of men and several women over the course of an hour or so. Oddly though, I was never fucked and neither was Red. I had the feeling we were being saved for something. That didn’t seem to restrain the guests though. They were fucking all over the place! While I serviced over a dozen different men, hip to hip with the voluptuous redhead, I saw Mistress Louise with at least four different cocks in her. “Time for the games!” It was Master Damion, bringing the room to attention. The man in my mouth stepped aside and I looked back up the room to see the low stage I had been first used on now had a bed and some sort of waist-height padded bar, with restraints around it, both hanging from the ceiling and attached to the floor and the apparatus. We were both taken up to the stage and sat down side by side on the bed. For a free sample, scroll up and click 'look inside.'