Pet Teacher

 

I have taught for over 13 years.  I have had many boys check me out; some
flirt with me and some definitely get a wicked erection peering
surreptitiously at my stocking-covered legs.  Now don't think I am all
self-centered and vain; I am not, I accept I am a solid seven.  That said,
my greatest sexual asset is my legs, which are a perfect 10.

I teach grade 12 English and started second semester with the class, if not
from Hell, then from its suburbs.  I had 30 students, most of whom were not
what you would call English students, or indeed students at all.  They had
a surplus of attitude and a serious hate on for school.  So after four days
of getting nowhere, I decided to try a simple concept, let them help decide
what we should learn.  Curriculum is irrelevant with such a group, so I
reckoned I would just try to improve some simple skills.  But to do that, I
would have to get them to think it was their idea.  Therefore, at the
beginning of class on Friday, the last class of the day, I asked them a
simple question, "What would you like to do in this class?"

I waited for a few minutes and then took in the responses from the 19 of 28
physically present, who had decided to honour me with their presence on a
Friday afternoon.  I rewarded their presence by showing a Simpsons episode.
As the episode played, I read the comments from the class.  The first one
said, 'Nothing,' as did the second. The third suggested 'watching movies'
while the fourth actually suggested we read the whole Twilight series. The
fifth said, 'nothing', while the sixth responded, "Isn't that yer job."  I
was getting frustrated, but not surprised, as I read through these negative
responses.  Finally, the seventh response approached decency: it said,
'Learn more about social issues', while the eighth suggested we 'Only
read---don't answer no stupid questions,' which I thought was a good idea.
I began to have a glimmer of hope as I read the last two and the following
few.  Suggestions included: 'Being allowed to write their own stories,
instead of poetry reading rap lyrics, research interesting people like
Justin Bieber, and more of the same. And then it happened...

I read a sentence so absurd and obscene that gasped, loud enough to be
heard.

I stared at the sentence for almost three minutes, oblivious to the
Simpsonian buffoonery going on around me.

I rubbed my eyes, but the words were still definitely there.

I looked up at my class, wondering who wrote such a sentence.

I instantly knew the answer.

Julie Wilkinson.  She was looking right at me, the only one not watching
the Simpsons episode.  As we made eye contact, a devious smile, spread
across her cute face.  Julie was a rather quiet student, who clearly
resented school and most teachers.  She was polite to me, I think because I
attempted to get to know her and the others, instead of judging based on
past marks and reputation, which could hardly have been worse.  Was she a
genius, no; was she as stupid as other teachers told me she was, no.  She
was just a girl who had not had the caring support she needed.  I thought
she was one I could rely on to get this class going, one I could maybe save
from living her life as a waitress at Denny's.  Yet, that all changed with
one sentence.

Her answer to my simple question what she wanted to do in this class: 'Have
you between my legs begging to eat my pussy, my pet teacher.'

I looked away and back to the paper.  I couldn't explain it, but my panties
were getting wet.  I would be lying if I said I never thought about a
student.  I often went to bed employing one of my toys, or just using my
fingers, fantasizing about being seduced by a cute student.  All these
fantasies usually involved being blackmailed to submit or being forced to
please.  The real me would never do such a thing, but the fantasy me got
dominated on a regular basis.  Just the night before this incident, as my
husband, a great man, who is an incredible lover, and a caring husband and
father, fucked me; I came not thinking of him, but rather of being
dominated by a group of cheerleaders.  Although I knew what she did was
incredibly wrong and inappropriate, a part of me also got damp as I
momentarily dreamed that her forward suggestion had become a reality.

The bell saved me, or so I thought.  As soon as the bell rang, the class
emptied quicker than a keg at a college frat party, except Julie.  She sat
at her desk, her legs spread apart, her thigh high stockings, easily
viewable; although the top of her desk prevented me from seeing her
treasure.  She then stood up and walked to my desk.  I nervously watched
her walk towards me.  She looked at me and said, "Mrs. Walker, what is your
Yahoo name?"

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"It is a simple question," she said with a tone that implied I was stupid.
The same tone, I was sure, that many teachers had given her.

"It's private," I answered.

She smiled at me slightly as she said, again using a condescending tone, "I
didn't ask for your opinion, I asked for you're Yahoo name."

I looked at her, stunned.

"Now, Mrs. Walker," she demanded.

I have no idea why, but I answered in a guarded whisper, "nylon_lover69."

"Are you serious?" she said with a smirk.

"Yes," I said, slightly embarrassed.

"This is going to be easier than I thought," she said, as she began to
leave.  "By the way, Mrs. Walker," her condescending tone back, "I expect
you online tonight at 9 p.m."

I looked at her, bewildered, but said nothing as I watched my student
leave.  After she was gone, my pussy was on fire and I rubbed myself to an
incredibly quick orgasm, right at my desk.  As soon as my orgasm hit me, I
immediately felt fine.  I recovered my senses, and decided that I would
ignore Julie's rather obnoxious command.  I went from turned on to pissed
off, in the matter of an orgasm.  As soon as I started thinking clearly
with my head and not my pussy, I was furious.  How dare she challenge me
like that?

Yet...

Five hours later, as I thought more about it, I realized she never forced
me in any way and she sure as hell didn't make me masturbate after she
left.  As I considered this, I put my kids to bed and watched my husband
leave to play his usual Friday late night hockey game.  I looked at the
clock...it was twenty to nine.

I'd like to think I went onto Yahoo to just check my e-mail and so forth,
but as nine rolled around, I kept checking for requests for adds. At five
after nine, I thought to myself, 'this is silly' and was about to log
off. But I didn't.  For the second time today, I was thinking with my
hormones and not my mind. I waited and waited.

At ten after nine, as I was wavering for a second time to log off, when a
new friend request popped up.  The name was 'Teen Mistress', I obediently,
and with an odd eagerness, added her at once.

I waited, desperately waiting for her to type something.

ANYTHING!!!

I had the anticipation of a teen girl waiting to be asked out.

Finally...

TeenMistress: Hi, teach.

Nylon_lover69: Hi Julie.

TeenMistress: How r u?

Nylon_lover69: Good, u?

TeenMistress: All right.  Just getting ready to go out to a party.

Nylon_lover69: Ok.

TeenMistress: I just wanted to see if you would obey my command?and you
did.

Nylon_lover69: No, I didn't.

TeenMistress: Why r u online?

Nylon_lover69: I am often online at night.

TeenMistress: If you say so, Mrs. Walker.

Nylon_lover69: Why did you write that?

TeenMistress: Write what?

Nylon_lover69: That you wanted me between your legs?

TeenMistress: Because I do.

Nylon_lover69: Seriously?

TeenMistress: I never lie.  EVER.

Nylon_lover69: OK.

TeenMistress: So, be honest, did my answer turn u on?

Nylon_lover69: I can't answer that.

TeenMistress: Why not?

Nylon_lover69: I'm you're teacher.

TeenMistress: So?

Nylon_lover69: I have legal responsibilities.

TeenMistress: Ok, if u were not my teacher?

Nylon_lover69: I plead the 5th.

TeenMistress: I'll take that as a yes.  Anyways, I got to go.  See u on
Monday my pet teacher.

Before I even had a chance to respond, she logged out.  I sat back and
attempted to process what had just occurred.  I was flabbergasted; stunned;
horny.  I leaned back on my chair and masturbated myself to an orgasm as I
fantasized about Julie dominating me.  As soon as I came to another
explosive orgasm, my senses returned again and I was ashamed.  I had to
find a way to control these desires, but I wasn't sure I could.

 

MONDAY After a routine weekend, Friday seemed a lifetime away, and I'd
almost convinced myself that it had never happened.  I continued to live in
this state of denial throughout the day, until the last period of the day.

Perhaps I should also explain here that I have had relations with many
women in my life.  College was a very fun time and I had a couple of
friends with whom I still played occasionally.  I was quite submissive by
nature, to both my husband and my female lovers.  I had a hard time saying
no to any command, However, I have always kept my personal life and my work
life completely separate.  With Julie, the temptation was there to combine
the two.

I knew I was in trouble when she walked in my class dressed in a plaid
skirt and knee high socks. The smile on her face spoke volumes.  I had seen
that smile before, on women who had used me as their personal plaything.
My pussy began to get damp as my mind desperately tried to control the
potentially dangerous situation.

She sat at the very front of class, as she had every day since the semester
started, and continually stared at me as I attempted a lesson on lyrics as
poetry. I played a few YouTube clips of music lyrics, followed by a rather
productive conversation about how today's music speaks for the current
youth generation.  The whole time, I felt a pair of eyes watching my every
move.  Each time I glanced at Julie, I got the same response; the same
smile that told me she had plans for me.  My face was flushed, and when the
bell rang I braced myself for the inevitable assault.

But much to my surprise, she got up and left class, without a word.  As I
sat down at my desk, I began to wonder what was going on.  Was she simply
playing mind games with me?  As I got up to leave, I pondered which was
greater: my relief or my disappointment?

That night, just before bed I logged on to my computer and saw two e-mails.

From: BrittDomme To: Jasmine Walker Read this

Read this story.  http://www.literotica.com/s/student-tribbing-with-teacher
Julie

I clicked on the link and read a sexually overpowering story about a
student who dominated her teacher. I played with myself to an orgasm as I
read about the complete submission of this teacher.  I bookmarked it for
future reading and clicked on the other e-mail.

From: BrittDomme To: Jasmine Walker My Pet Teacher

Consider the following questions...  1. Were you disappointed when I did
not come onto you today?  2. Did you get wet when you first saw me?  3. Did
you read the story I requested you to?  4. If you read the story I
suggested, which I am assuming you did, did you cum thinking about the
fantasy?  5. Are u wet reading this now?

If the answer is yes to these questions, then you must understand it is
futile to resist me.  You want me.  You want to please me. You won't be
complete until you do.

A simple task for tomorrow?wear stockings and not pantyhose.

Julie

I finished reading the second e-mail, my hand on my pussy, and rubbed
myself to a second orgasm.  I then logged out, cursed my weakness, and went
and marked small assignments from one of my other classes, trying not to
think about Julie.

 

TUESDAY I don't know why I obeyed.  I always wear skirts or dresses to
work. I usually wear pantyhose, although I own quite a few pairs of
stockings, as my husband liked easy access to my pussy.  I put on a black
garter, the matching black stockings, a long black skirt, and a red blouse.
The day flew by, as they always do, and soon it was the last class of the
day.

Julie came dressed in a ridiculously short sundress that clearly displayed
she was wearing thigh high stockings.  Like yesterday, her eyes bore into
me throughout the class, as I discussed what makes a poem.  I read a few
simplistic ones and finally had the class write their own poems.  I walked
around the room, trying to assist and keep them on task.  When I finally
got to Julie, she asked me to read her poem.  I nervously took it and read
her poem.

I ALWAYS get what I want And what I want is my own pet teacher A pretty pet
to please me A sexy pet to please me Complete obedience A pet on all fours
A pet ALWAYS willing to do more For her Master My pet teacher is ready to
submit Even if she...hasn't accepted it yet?

I finished the last line and handed her back the paper.  She smiled at me
and asked, "Like the poem, Mrs. Walker?"

"It has a very clear message and tone," I answered, avoiding eye contact.

"Yes, that it does," she almost purred.

I walked away before anything else could happen.  I helped a couple of
other students, my even as my pussy juices tried to break through my thin
panties. The bell rang, and this time Julie did not leave.

She waited until the whole class had dispersed.  She walked up to me and
said, "Mrs. Walker, that skirt is way too long for me to know that you
obeyed my request."  She was inches from me as she asked, "Did you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"I do," she said, knowingly, "You desperately want to be my pet teacher,
don't you?"

"No," I said, unconvincingly.

"Really," she said, a tone of disbelief in her voice.  Moving too fast for
me to stop her, she lifted up my skirt and touched my extremely wet
panties.  Just as quickly, she removed her hand.  "Why are your panties so
wet, Mrs. Walker?"

I said nothing.

"I think," she teased, "they are wet from you thinking of being my pet
teacher.  Am I right?"

"No," I said, weakly.

"Really?" she asked. "You can honestly say you have not fantasized being
between my legs, licking my young ripe pussy.  Did you know I turned 18
just two weeks ago?"

I tried to keep control of the situation.  I almost begged, "Please Julie,
this has got to stop."

She shrugged and replied, "OK, whatever you say, Mrs. Walker."  Abruptly,
she then turned and walked out of my class.

I sat back on my chair, my pussy juices leaking out a bit. I again tried to
figure out what the hell had just occurred.

I headed home, horny as hell. Before I realized what I was doing, I had
grabbed my favourite vibrator and fucked myself silly. I was still cumming
when I heard the kids get home.

Quickly composing myself, I switched to my role as the picture perfect
mother I was.  Soon supper was on the table, like it always was.

Tuesday is games night, so the four of us played wii for a couple
hours. After reading the children their bedtime stories, I told my husband
I had some school work needing attention and would be up for a couple of
hours.  He went up the bedroom to watch some TV.  I went to my office and
turned on my computer.  As soon as I logged in, I noticed there were
offline messages from Julie.

TeenMistress: U there, my pet teacher?

TeenMistress: No?

TeenMistress: U avoiding me my pet?

I looked at the time; the last one was twenty minutes ago.  I hesitated,
only briefly, before responding.

Nylon_lover69: Hi Julie.

As I waited for a response, hoping she was online but just invisible, I
checked my e-mail.  There was one from her.  It had three pictures of older
women on their knees pleasing younger girls.  The message read: Don't you
wish that was u???

A few minutes ticked by without any response.  Just as I was about to log
out, she finally responded.

TeenMistress: Sorry, my pet, was talking to another sub.

Nylon_lover69: Another sub???

TeenMistress: Yes, a girl at our school, that regularly eats from my cunt,
who you teach in your advanced placement English class.

Nylon_lover69: It can't be.

I quickly tried to think who in my advanced class it could be.  None of
them seemed likely candidates.  They are all hard working, seemingly
innocent, sweet girls.

TeenMistress: Oh it can...and it does.  Actually to be completely honest,
she ate my pussy today after school.  I was horny from u obeying my command
and knowing I would have u soon.  So I texted her and she quickly met me in
the girls locker room.

Nylon_lover69: I can't believe it.

TeenMistress: Oh...believe it.  Don't u wonder who it is?  Why would I lie?

Nylon_lover69:I just can't fathom someone in my Advanced class being a
lesbian.

TeenMistress: Oh, she is not.  She likes cock too.  But she is also a very
good pussy eater.

My brain could not get my head wrapped around this new information.

TeenMistress: By the way, her average is above 90%.  Anyways, I will tell
her to wear no shoes in your class tomorrow.  Of course, she, like all my
sub sluts, will be wearing thigh high stockings.

I still didn't answer; I was frozen in a state of shock.

TeenMistress: U there.  Answer me now.

Nylon_lover69: Yes.

TeenMistress: Tomorrow I expect a shorter skirt and thigh high stockings.

Nylon_lover69: But I can't dress like a slut at school.

TeenMistress: I didn't say u should.  But I should be able to notice the
tops of your stockins if u are at a certain angle.  Plus I want easier
access to my pet teacher.  That skirt today was very inconvenient.

Nylon_lover69: Julie, this has to stop.

TeenMistress: What does?

Nylon_lover69: This.

TeenMistress: This what?

Nylon_lover69: This seduction of me.  I am your teacher.

TeenMistress: Yes...my pet teacher.

TeenMistress: I will make this easy for u.  I want u; I want u as my
submissive teacher who ALWAYS obeys.  U want it too...I know u do; but u
will decide.  If u are dressed as instructed, and no panties by the way, I
will know u are ready to submit to me.  If u r dressed in ur usual teacher
attire I will know u are not interested.  Now go fuck yourself with one of
ur toys as u imagine submitting completely to me.  NOW!!!

As soon as she sent the last message, she logged out, not giving me a
chance to respond.

I sat there, still trying to process all that had just transpired. Who
could possible be Julie's slave? Was I soon to join her?

My pussy was leaking juice, and I was desperate to cum, but I had no toy in
reach, being in my office. I quickly went to the kitchen, grabbed a
cucumber, and returned to my office.  I instantly inserted the lengthy
green vegetable inside my wet pussy.  I pumped it in and out furiously,
desperate to get off.  The orgasm came quickly and shuddered through me
like an earthquake; the trembles lasting long after the initial quake.
After I recovered, I tossed the cucumber away and went to bed, determined
that I would not submit...but...doubt lingered in my subconscious.

 

WEDNESDAY I was still determined to reject Julie's advances today, but I
did obey her clothing request as I wore black thigh highs and a red skirt.
It was not really short, but if I bent a certain way, one could see the top
of my thigh high stockings.

My last class before lunch was my Advanced English class; I sat at my desk
with trepidation as I looked obsessively down at the feet of my incoming
students.  Cassandra walked in wearing boots, while Mary and Tammy wore
those hideous Uggs. Tamara, Candace and Erin came in wearing
runners. Ashton was wearing a dress, but also heels.  Now it was down to
Karen, Beth and Heather.

My guess as to who would enter barefoot was Karen. She was an outgoing girl
and oftentimes dressed rather sexy. I supposed it could also be
Heather. Rumours ran rampant about her, though she seemed to me too
outspoken to be the submissive type. No way would I guess Beth. Much too
quiet, much too nerdy, always in pigtails. Trying to picture her and Julie
together was almost laughable.

But just as I considered this, in came Beth, in a blue sundress and beige
stockings. And... shoeless! I double and triple-checked, but it was Beth.

When I looked up at her, she quickly looked down as she sat down in her
regular front row seat.  Heather came in a few seconds later wearing cowboy
boots and Karen quickly followed. She too was wearing boots.  I sat at my
desk and tried to make a connection between quiet, shy, reserved Beth and
outspoken, trouble-making Julie.  No matter how much I continued to try and
make a connection, none came.

I taught my class, greatly distracted, as I kept looking down at Beth's
stocking covered toes. Visions of her between my legs would not go away.
When the bell rang, the class dispersed, including Beth. I went back to my
desk, still stunned and horny.

Just as I was about to go for lunch, Julie came back in with Beth.  Beth's
head remained down as she followed Julie, who was dressed in a leopard
skirt, with non-matching black stockings, a black t-shirt and, absurdly,
running shoes.  Julie asked me, "So did you guess Beth, Mrs. Walker?"

"No," I responded, honestly.

"Beth has been my personal sex toy for about two months now, haven't you
Beth?"

"Yes," she responded in an almost inaudible whisper of shame.

Julie asked, her tone getting firmer, "Are you embarrassed because of me,
my little pet?"

Beth looked up for the first time, with a clear look of fear on her
face. She meekly replied, "No, no, no, it's just I didn't want Mrs. Walker
to know."

"Oh," Julie said, surprisingly softly.  She continued, "Beth, would you
like to please Mrs. Walker?"

"Yes," she said, still not looking at me, her voice still barely audible.

"Mrs. Walker, would you like my pet here, to crawl under your desk and eat
your pussy right here, right now?"

The question shocked me, my naked pussy damp and slightly leaking under my
desk.  I tried to sound confident and teacher-like as I said, "This is not
the place."

But Julie interrupted, "That is not the question I asked. It is a rather
simple yes or no answer, I don't need the commentary."

She paused, as my face went flush.

She spoke to me the way I might to a four year old, "So I will ask you
again a very simple question and I want a very simple yes or no answer. Do
you or don't you want pretty little Beth here, your straight A student, to
crawl under your desk and eat your pussy?  Your very wet pussy too, I am
guessing."

The thought of both submitting to Julie, and of cute Beth pleasing me,
overwhelmed any logical answer I should have given. I, just like Beth,
meekly whispered, "Yes."

"I see," she said, "Well," she began, looking back at the open classroom
door, "Beth, you better get under there quick."

Beth didn't hesitate a second as she moved around to my side and fell to
her knees.  Without even consciously doing it, I rolled my chair back a bit
to allow Beth to be completely hidden under my wooden desk. I then rolled
it forward again.  I opened my legs as wide as possible and soon felt
Beth's head between my legs. I gasped the second Beth's tongue touched my
already desperate pussy.

Julie smiled a triumphant 'I knew it' smile as she said, "So Mrs. Walker,
are you ready to be my pet?"

I gave another moan as Beth's tongue roamed up and down my pussy lips,
teasing me.  "I don't know," I said, weakly.

Julie said, "You know I should explain.  I am not a dominant Mistress.  I
don't force girls to submit to me.  I have a gift of being able to tell
which women are in desperate need of my expertise."

"Your expertise?" I repeated mindlessly and moaned again.

"Yes, I take women who desperately need to be assisted in their search for
sexual bliss and I get them there.  Take our young Beth for instance.  Her
parents' extremely high expectations, have led her to have no real friends.
It so stressed her that she became suicidal.  While tutoring me one day of
tutoring me so I could pass my Chemistry class, I knew she desperately
needed my help.  She is inherently submissive and with some guidance from
me, found a perfect balance between her parent's expectations and her
stress release."

I looked at Julie, stunned, as Beth's tongue began to concentrate on my
swollen clit.  Just then, Mrs. White, a good friend and colleague of mine,
walked in the room. She asked, "What are you doing for lunch?"

I had to suppress a moan as I attempted to sound normal, "Oh, I have to
stay for lunch and help Julie."

Mrs. White gave a peculiar look, before she said, "OK, well another time."
She paused briefly, before she walked out.

As soon as she did, Julie said, "That was close.  Do you think she knew you
had a student under your desk munching on your snatch?"

My face, already red with a mixture of humiliation and pleasure, let out a
louder than I meant to moan as I gasped, "God, I hope not."

Julie added, "Now cum for me, my pet teacher."

I closed my eyes and focused on Beth's tongue, a tongue so tender and
gentle. Desperate to cum, I reached under the desk and pushed her face
deeper into my ocean of juice.  Beth, understanding my unspoken demand,
changed her approach immediately. She began licking me faster. Then she
slid a finger inside me.  As soon as she did that, my orgasm began to
build.  In less than a minute of Beth's intense focus the combination of
her clit-licking and finger-fucking caused an orgasm so intense that my
juices flooded out, all over my young student's face.  Not screaming as I
usually do was incredibly difficult. Instead I let out a sound I could not
even begin to describe.

It did make Julie laugh out loud as she chuckled, "My pet teacher, you are
a screamer, I see."

"Yes," I panted softly.

Julie then looked back at the door and said, "Beth, come back to me, my
sweet."

I instantly rolled back my chair and watched this cute, sweet, girl, her
face glistening with my juice, crawl out from under my desk.  The scene was
so dirty, yet so hot, my just pleased pussy began to get excited again.

"Thank Mrs. Walker for lunch," Julie said to Beth, as casually as if I had
actually taken her out for lunch.

Beth looked at me, my juice shining on her mouth and cheeks, and whispered,
"Thank you, Mrs. Walker, for lunch. It was very delicious."  She then gave
me a smile I had never seen before from her, just slightly naughty, and
added, much to my surprise, "I hope we can do lunch again."

Julie smiled and said, "Beth, how forward of you.  You may go."

"Ok," she said, with a tone that seemed disappointed, and left without
another word.

Julie watched Beth leave and said, "They grow up so fast, don't they?|

It seemed like a rhetorical question, so I did not respond.

Julie looked back at me and said, in an oddly cheery tone, "Well my pet
teacher, see you in class."  I watched her leave class as I sat in my
chair, my legs still apart and my juices leaking down my leg.  I sat there
a minute to calm down and then composed myself and went to the bathroom to
clean myself up.

Two hours later, I was trying to teach Julie's class again.  I was paranoid
through the whole period, afraid that Julie might do something during
class. Luckily, she did not.  When class ended, she waited till everyone
had left. Still at her desk, she asked, "So my pet, are you ready to
submit?"

Already knowing my desire to do just that, I tried to delay the
inevitability of it.  Hesitantly, I replied, "Julie, I am your teacher."

Gritting her teeth, she answered sarcastically and somewhat loudly, "I know
that you're my teacher, I am here every day, for Christ's sake."More
calmly, she went on," But the question is very simple. I don't want to
force you, or blackmail you," she paused for a second, letting the words
sink in, before she continued, "As I could, since you just allowed a
student to eat your pussy in your classroom at lunch. But blackmail is not
my style."  Again she smiled, now standing up and walking to the door.  She
closed it and turned the lock.  She then walked back over and explained,
"But you must want to submit to me; you must need me to fulfill your
longing to be controlled; you must submit willingly. That is how I want it
and, if you think about it, how you want it too."

She was now at my desk, which thankfully, no one could see from the door's
small window.  She looked at me patiently, waiting for an affirmative
answer she was clearly confident she was about to get.

I asked, nervously, "What does this submission entail?"

She gave just a small smile as she explained, "You will become my pet.  You
will dress as I tell you and you will obey every command of
mine. Essentially, I own you, like I would a puppy dog."  She then put her
hand through my hair tenderly.

"But what about my husband, my kids and my job?" I asked worriedly.

"Oh, my pet," she said, as if the question was silly, "I would never do
anything to harm your marriage or your job.  I would just open you up
sexually; make all your dark, dirty fantasies come true."

Hearing all the assurances she just gave me, my decision now came quickly
and confidently. I looked into her eyes, sincerely committed, "Yes, I want
to submit to you."

Julie smiled, leaned in, and kissed me gently.  I kissed her back. Almost
instantly all my stress washed away from me.  When Julie broke the kiss, I
was disappointed.  She said, "On your knees, my pet."

I got off my chair and onto my knees.

"Good girl," she said, again like she was training a new puppy.  "You will
be a good pet, won't you?"

"Yes," I said, meaning it.

"Good girl," she said again, as she sat in my desk.  She said, "Take off my
shoes, my pet."

I obeyed, taking off her runners.

"Do you like my feet, my pet?" she asked.

"Yes, very much so," I said, her left foot in my hand.

"Lick my soles, my pet," she demanded softly.

I obeyed, licking her stocking feet, the taste an odd of mixture of sweat
and nylon.  It was not delicious, but also not disgusting.  The simple
submission had me wet and eager to please.

After about two minutes of this, Julie said, "Do you want to see my pussy?"

"Desperately," I responded.

"Desperately," she repeated, "That is an excellent answer, my pet." She
patted me on the head; again like she would a puppy that had just done a
trick. Julie commanded, "Beg to see my pussy, my pet."

I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Please, Julie, may I see your
pussy?"

She kept her eyes on me, as she opened her legs and asked, "Do you like
what you see?"

I looked down between her legs. I saw her invitingly ripe, shaven pussy;
her hard clit saluting me, beckoning me. I answered, my pussy doing the
talking, "Yes, it looks delicious."

"Good enough to eat?" she coyly asked.

"Oh, yes," I responded, still staring at the pussy just inches from me, my
mouth watering with anticipation.

Much to my disappointment and shock, Julie stood up and said, "Good to
know."  She went to her desk, me still on my knees, and opened her purse.
She wrote something down and then walked back over to me.

"My pet," she began, "This is not the place for you to officially submit to
me.  Here is my address." She handed me a pink piece of paper, and
explained, "My Mom works till midnight, so I have the house to myself all
night.  I expect you there at seven sharp."

I looked at her a bit surprised by yet another turn of events.  I said,
tentatively, "I think I can be there.  Just got to make sure my husband can
watch the kids."

She pulled me up and whispered, "Make it happen, my pet.  Tonight I will
release you from your restrictive barriers."

"OK," I said, without even thinking.

She kissed me softly for only a couple of seconds. Then she simply turned
and sauntered out.  I stood there, paralyzed, before I could gather my
things and start home.

At home, I made supper, helped my son with his homework, and dropped off my
daughter at a birthday party.  My husband had no problem with me going out,
once I explained it was to help a friend who was going through a tough
time.  So at 6:40, I drove to Julie's house, still in the same outfit I had
gone to work in.

I arrived a couple of minutes early. As I knocked on the door, I noticed
her rather rough-looking neighbourhood.  It wasn't the poorest in the city,
but it sure was not the wealthiest either.  I waited over a minute, long
enough for me to have second and third doubts about this whole
adventure. Finally Julie answered the door.  She, too, was wearing the same
outfit she had worn all day. She welcomed me in politely.

I was escorted to the living room area. And asked me to sit down.  She then
grabbed a clipboard and said, "I have a few questions for you to answer, so
I can assist you in reaching pure sexual ecstasy.  Please answer all
questions honestly and remember there is no reason to be embarrassed in
front of your Mistress. Understood, my pet?"

"Yes," I answered, now petrified of the questions she would ask.

"OK," she began, "Question One.  What toys do you currently own?"

My face went flush as soon as I heard the question, but I answered, "I have
one small butt plug, two vibrators, a vibrating egg, and a wi-vibe, which
is my favourite toy."

"A decent selection," she said, approvingly.  "I need to get a wi-vibe, I
am told they are amazing."

"Oh yes," I said, explaining, "It pleases your clit and your g-spot.  Plus,
you can use it alone or while getting..."

"Getting what?" she asked, knowingly.

"Fucked," I said, embarrassed by saying the word to my 18 year old student.

"No reason to be embarrassed here, my pet," she said.  "Ok, question two.
How often do you masturbate?"

"Almost every day, sometimes twice," I answered.

"I see," she said as she wrote down my answer.  "Question Three.  How often
do you and your husband have sex?"

I though about this a moment before I answered, "Well it depends.  He is
often gone for a week or two at a time, as he works in the oil fields.
When he is home, we make love every couple of days, give or take."

"Hmmm," she said, in a curious tone that had me confused by her intent.
"Question four.  How often do you have sex with a woman?"

"I haven't had sex with a woman in years," I answered, my tone slightly
regretful.

"Really?" she said with a mocked shock.  "I assumed that.  A better
question is how many women have you been with in your life."

"Oh," I said, going even a darker shade of red, "Lots."

"Can you be more specific?" she probed.

"Well over 40," I said ashamedly, and then tried to lighten my answer by
explanation, "College was a crazy time."

"You slut," she accused, mockingly.  "Tell me the dirtiest thing you have
ever done."

I paused as I reflected on that, before asking, "With a guy or girl?"

"You are a slut, aren't you?" she teased.  "Guy first."

"Well my ex-fianc? desperately wanted a threesome, so I gave him one," I
explained, pausing for dramatic effect "with his best friend.  I ended up
being DP'd for the first, and, so far, only time."

"Did you like it?" she queried.

"Yes," I answered, "the opportunity just has not presented itself."

"Well that can be arranged," she said, with a devious smirk on her face,
"now how about your dirtiest thing with a girl?"

I sat there thinking for a while before saying, "Well today at lunch would
have to be up there.  But in college during sorority initiation, my final
task was to please all six of the sorority leaders all night.  I ate each
of their pussies at least twice and was fucked in both my pussy and ass all
night."

"Did you enjoy that?"

I paused, unsure how to answer, before honestly admitting, "It was the
greatest sexual experience of my life."

"I see," she said, jotting down my words.  She wrote for a while, before
finally speaking, "You are even more complex than I thought."  A long
silence filled the room before she added with confidence, "You need me even
more than I thought."

I finally gave in completely acknowledging she was right when I said, "Yes,
yes I do."

This brought a genuine smile from Julie who said, "Just a few more
questions.  Well, this next one seems redundant, as you clearly have done
anal and like it, correct?"

"Yes," I answered, not as ashamed as I should have been from such an
admission.

"Do you like to be called names?"

"It doesn't bother me and when I am really horny it actually turns me on,"
I answered, before adding, "although, I have no idea why."

"Oh that is easy," she explained, "You have an extreme sub personality.
Thus you don't feel worthy of the love and attention you get.  Terms such
as slut and whore justify that you are indeed just that and not worthy of
the respect of other people."

I reflected on this quietly as she added, "But true sexual bliss is a give
and take.  It isn't really about names; it is about finding each person's
sexual personality and enhancing it.  I, for example, don't get off from
being fucked.  I get off from the pure and complete submission to me,
freely given by beautiful women.  I can't explain it, but it is who I am.
Just as you can't explain why you are so wet right now and have juice
dripping out your pussy and down your leg."

I looked down and indeed, a small, small stream of my juice was dribbling
down my right leg.

"Last question," she announced amused, "What is your ultimate fantasy? What
do you think about when you play with yourself?"

I paused for a long time, as Julie waited patiently for me to answer, until
I said, "My fantasy isn't too far from what is actually happening right
now, I suppose.  I often think about being seduced by my female students.
Of being blackmailed into becoming their submissive sex toy."

"Really," she said, overly dramatic, "any girls in particular?"

"Well, Ashton Kissenger, is my most constant fantasy Mistress," I answered,
shamefully.

"The Reverend's daughter?" she asked, for the first time shocked by me.

I felt empowered being able to shock Julie as I added, "Yes, I imagine her
dominating me and making me continually repent for my sins."

"Wow," Julie said, still surprised by my disturbing fantasy.  "Well that
was hot.  Now take off your dress, my pet."

I stood up and with an attempt at sexy, slid my dress down my body.

Julie looked me up and down, admiring me.  "Show me your breasts, my pet."

I unclasped my lace bra and allowed it to drop to the floor, my small, but
still firm, 34B breasts, now free for her to see.

She looked at me.  Her eyes lingered over my naked body for a long time.
She did not speak.  I felt more uncomfortable standing there naked than I
did when Beth was between my legs in my classroom. Finally, the awkwardness
of the situation was changed when Julie said, ever so gently, "Get on all
fours, my pet."

I obeyed, instantly less self-conscious than while I was standing naked.

She complimented me in a delicious purr, "Good pet, you're such a good
pet."  She then slid off her skirt, sat at the end of her couch, opened her
legs and added, "Crawl to me, my pet."

I instantly obeyed, slowly crawling on all fours to my 18-year-student.
When I reached her legs, she said, "Ready to submit, my pet?"

"Yes," I instantly answered.

"As soon as you lick my pussy, I am your Mistress.  You will obey every
command I ever give you, understood?"

With only a slight moment of hesitation I answered, "Yes, I understand."

She asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I responded.

"Completely?"

"Yes."

"You understand I know exactly what you need to reach pure orgasmic bliss?"

"Yes."

"I plan to take you places you have never even imagined," she continued.

I looked up into her eyes, confused.

She smiled, "You fantasize about being taken by a group of boys, don't
you?"

"Yes," I admitted, looking back down.

"Fantasize about sucking cock after cock?"

"Yes."

"Being a lesbian slave to me and all my friends?"

"Yes."

"Those and more will all come true, very, very soon, my pet," she announced
to me.

"I can't wait," I said, my pussy leaking pussy juice.

"What do you want to do right now, my pet?" she asked, knowing the answer I
was about to give.

"Eat your pussy," I answered, hypnotized by her shaved cunt.

"How bad?" she asked.

"I have never wanted to do anything more in my life," I answered.

"Well my pet, eat away," she offered.

I instantly buried my head between my student's legs.  I had not eaten a
pussy for a while, but it is not something you forget how to do.  I was in
no rush.  I wanted to savour the moment.  When I was in-between her legs, I
was in charge.  I chose when she came. I always loved that power, whether
it was eating a pussy or sucking a cock; pleasure at the mercy of my
mouth. I licked slowly, up and down her pink pussy lips.  Her soft moans
indicated she was enjoying my tender licks.  I kept up this gentle teasing
for a few minutes, before moving up and taking her swollen clit in my
mouth.  As I sucked on her clit, I used my tongue to put extra pressure on
it.  Her moans began to get louder as I concentrated on her clit.  When I
could tell she was getting close, I slid two fingers into her wet pussy.  I
began pumping her pussy with my fingers, never letting her clit out of my
mouth.  Soon her legs squeezed my head, at which time I hooked my two
fingers inside her pussy until I found her g-spot and watched from
extremely up close as I gave her a full-blown shake-and-bake orgasm.

I stayed in my obedient submissive position between her legs until she
recovered from her orgasm.  She then pulled me up and kissed me hard.  When
she broke the kiss she gave me a smile as she said, "Well, you are an
incredibly good pussy pleaser, my pet."

"Thank you, Mistress," I responded declaring my complete submission.

She stood up and walked out of the room.  I waited there on the couch
wondering what I was supposed to do.  I sat there impatiently, naked except
my thigh high stockings, until she returned.  I let out a small gasp as she
came out wearing a massive strap-on cock.  It was easily 8 inches long.  In
her hand was also what looked like a butt plug; a large butt plug.  She
walked over to me and said, "Bend over, my pet."

I instantly obeyed. She bent down, spread open my ass cheeks and licked my
anal entrance.  No one had ever done that to me before and I was amazed at
how good it felt.  I gave out a surprised moan of pleasure.  She then
slowly pushed the butt plug into my ass.  She had clearly lubricated it
before she came back into the room, as it slid rather easily into my ass.
She purred "You have had some pretty big things in your ass before, I see,
my pet."

"Yes, Mistress, my husband regularly fucks my ass," I responded, honestly.

"I see," she said as she positioned herself behind me, her plastic cock at
the entrance of my gaping cunt.  I, without even realizing I was doing it,
leaned back and took the cock in my pussy.  "You are an eager little pet
slut, aren't you?" she asked.

"Mmmm," I moaned as all eight inches of the toy filled me.  My ass now
rested on Julie's legs; both toys filled me completely.

"Bounce back on me, my pet," she demanded, "Fuck yourself for your
Mistress."

I quickly obeyed, each back thrust attempting to take the toy deeper than
the stroke before.  My moans quickly became screams as the double
penetration filled me so completely I thought I might pass out.  As I was
getting closer to cummimg, Julie began spanking my ass. That immediately
put me over the edge as, like a whore, I gave a scream that echoed
throughout the room.

I quivered in continual orgasm as Julie pushed me onto my stomach, fucking
me harder and faster. I screamed and begged her to stop, as my pussy lips
suddenly became incredibly sensitive. But she didn't listen and only
pounded me harder.  The fucking had me going crazy with both pleasure and
an odd tickle, if that makes any sense.

Soon I was moaning again and, for the first time ever, had two orgasms from
fucking, the second one even more intense than the first.  Sweat poured
down my body as Julie lay on top of me, both toys still buried inside me.
We remained in that position until my orgasm had completely faded.  Julie
then pulled her strap-on cock out of me.

"Did you like that, my pet teacher?" she asked, standing up.

I rolled onto my back and admitted, "I have never cum so hard in my life."

"Good," she said, "Now get over here and clean up your juices, my pet."

I struggled to get up, my legs still numb. After getting up my knees
buckled a bit, and I almost fell face first into the cock.

This had Julie laughing so hard that the plastic cock bounced up and down,
with my juice dripping from it.  Finally, she calmed down and I took the
plastic toy in my mouth.  As I attempted to retrieve my juice from the cock
I heard a door close.

I looked up and saw an older version of Julie in the doorway, dressed in a
Hooters outfit, a smirk on her face.  I looked at her speechless, unable to
move, my hand holding her daughter's strap-on cock, a plug still in my ass.
No one said a word for a long time, tension filling the room. Finally I
said, "I m so sorry, Mrs. Wilkinson, I can explain."

"You can explain why you are naked, in my livingroom, holding onto my
daughter's strap-on cock?" she asked curiously, as she took off her shoes
and walked towards me. "Which, correct me if I am wrong, is coated with
your cum?"

I let go of the cock, but Julie quickly scolded, "Did I give you permission
to stop, my pet?"

I looked at her, surprised she would still be trying to control me in front
of her mother, until her mother said, "So you got your teacher in less than
a week, which is mighty impressive honey."

"Keep sucking, my pet," Julie demanded, as she continued to talk to her
mother as if nothing out of the ordinary was currently happening.  "Thanks
Mom, she is going to be a great addition to our harem."

"I think you're right," her mother replied, "I will be in my room. Bring
her in for her final training."

"Yes, Mistress," obeyed Julie.

I continued sucking the plastic cock, stunned to my core and wondering what
her mother could possible mean by my final training....

But that is another story altogether.

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pet Teacher 2: Toy Party

Three seconds after part one ended...

After her Mother left, Julie ordered I fuck her as planned before we were
interrupted. I obeyed nervously knowing her Mom was in the next room. I
went behind the 18-year-old and easily slipped the fake cock into
her. Desperate to get done, I fucked her like a man: hard and fast. Julie
seemed to like this as her moaning increased quickly and she began talking
dirty. "Keep fucking me, my pet," or "That's it my pet, fuck your
Mistress."

It took much longer than it had for me to get off, but when she did she
screamed loud enough for the earth to move and for her Mother to know as
well. I was long past mortified, but was also long past the point of no
return.

After she had finished enjoying her orgasm, my mind a muddled mess of what
happens next, she suggested we should go into Mistress' room as she was not
one to wait.

I repeated mindlessly, my facial expression clearly one of utter confusion
and embarrassment, "Mistress?"

Julie shrugged and responded, "It's a long story, my pet, which I'll tell
you about some day. But for now, it is time to present you to her."

Still reeling in overwhelmed confusion, I repeated like a zombie, "A
present?"

Julie gave a slight sigh as she explained to me, "Just do as you are told
and everything will be fine." She pulled me up and took me by the hand and
I obediently and nervously followed.

We entered her mother's room and I saw her mother on her bed still fully
dressed, with an odd unexplainable smile on her face. Julie immediately
went to the foot of the bed and kneeled. I mindlessly followed and knelt
down too.

A dead eerie silence filled the room. An eternity seemed to pass before
Julie's mom finally spoke.

"So my Julie, who is your new pet?"

"It's Mrs. Walker, the teacher I told you about, Mistress."

I broad smile crossed the mother's face. She looked at me and said. "Wow,
my slut that was ahead of schedule."

Julie responded. "Yes, Mistress, she desperately needed to submit, even if
she didn't know it."

My face went an even redder shade if that is possible, my utter shame on
display.

"Is that true, Mrs. Walker?" Julie's mom asked.

I looked at her speechless, before eventually stuttering, "I-I-I don't
know."

Her amused smile never left as she stated, ever so matter-of-factly, "Well
it is very simple, Mrs. Walker. Did you enjoy submitting to Julie?"

Still ruby red, I contemplated my answer. In truth, I had never felt as
sexually alive and sexually needed as I did when Julie seduced me and then
took me. But still, making such feelings verbally spoken, to her mother was
mortifying. That said, I was naked on my knees, so really did it matter? So
admitting the truth, I answered, "Yes, I did."

Julie's mother ordered her daughter, "You did well, my slut. Now come get
your reward." She parted her Hooters pantyhose covered legs to reveal her
shaved pussy which was in plain view, having cut a generous hole in her
pantyhose.

I watched, in stunned silence, as Julie, looked at me, smiled and winked,
crawled onto the bed and between her mother's outstretched legs.

I gave out a slight gasp as I watched the incestual sexual act. Julie's
mom, seeing my shocked expression, explained, as Julie's head disappeared,
"Mrs. Walker, it is ok. Julie is not my daughter. She is a girl I took in
last year after the overdose of her real mother, a co-worker of mine."

"Oh," was all I could muster, still bewildered by the whole scenario.

"Julie is a very good girl," she moaned, Julie's tongue clearly having an
effect on the big breasted mother figure. She added, "You can call me
Candy, Mistress Candy."

I looked at her feeling overwhelmed as I tried desperately to filter all
these mixed feelings in my head. Part of me wanted to run, rewind the past
two hours and keep on living my mundane, but controllable life. Another
part of me was curious about the final training Candy had mentioned
earlier. Another part of me, just wanted to completely let go and submit
entirely not only to Julie, but also to this unknown, but clearly dominant
woman. I also wondered almost to in unhealthy obsession, who else was part
of this harem, Julie had earlier referred to.

Candy, seemingly aware of the inner turmoil I was currently feeling as she
moaned, "Don't worry, my pet, you need this. You want to submit to me, your
mind is trying to fight it, but your body can't lie." She held out her hand
to me, implying I was to wait as I watched her have an orgasm. She
screamed, "That's it baby, make mommy cum. Fuck me faster,
slut. Yes. Yes. Yes!!!"

I watched in fascinated silence, my pussy betraying anything my mind was
repulsed by, as I felt wetness slithering down my leg.

Once recovered, she continued reading my mind, "Your mind is saying this is
so wrong. It is adamantly trying to convince you to get off your knees and
run. But your knees feel like they are cemented to the ground, refusing to
budge. Your cunt is dripping wet right now, just anticipating your complete
training, your full submission, isn't it, my pet?"

I again looked at the voluptuous woman and wanted to say she was wrong, but
the fire burning down below and the undeniable yearning to submit to her
was too hard to fight. I answered, full of shame, yet flushed with
anticipation, "Yes, ma'am, I am very wet."

"Let's take a good look at my daughter's new pet's merchandise. Get that
cunt up here and straddle me, my pet."

My knees instantly broke free of the invisible chains holding me down, as I
awkwardly got up, looked at Julie, who was watching me from between her
guardian's legs, and climbed onto the bed. I nervously presented my vagina
to this older woman.

After straddling her face, I sat awkwardly as she touched and probed my wet
and vulnerable pussy. Although I felt like a piece of meat, my body felt
electric shots of pleasure with each forbidden touch. When her tongue
touched my cunt, I let out an earth-shaking scream and felt an orgasm
already building in me. In only moments of her tongue teasing, I was
cumming like a high school boy, unable to control myself. I shook in
undeniable pleasure, before collapsing forward.

"You got quite the pussy trigger, don't you, my pet?" she teased.

Humiliated, I kept my face in the blankets as I tried to regain my
breath. I felt a soft spank on my naked ass, and jumped slightly, turning
around to look at Julie's guardian, Mistress or whatever the heck she was.

Candy smiled, "You probably should be getting home, my pet."

I looked at my watch, a wedding anniversary present from my husband, and
was shocked to see how late it was and how much time had actually passed. I
responded, "Yes, I should," and began to get off the bed.

Both women watched me as Kelly said, "You understand that you are both my
and Julie's pet and sub, right?"

I looked her unsure as I wavered, "Um, this probably shouldn't go on past
tonight."

"Really, is that what you want? To go back to your mundane hum-drum sex
life you had a couple hours ago."

"Umm, I don't know, I..."I began, but was cut off.

"Every new sub must complete two tasks to become an official sub of ours.
What will number one be, Julie?"

"Ashton Kissenger."

"What?" I explained.

"You will try and seduce Ashton Kissinger, the Reverend's daughter."

"But..."

I was interrupted, "Well it is arranged.  You have two weeks to attempt to
seduce Ashton Kissenger.  You will report daily to Julie of your progress
and she will help you as if needed.  Secondly, I expect you at my house at
six o'clock next Wednesday. If you don't show up, or don't attempt the
Ashton seduction I know you are not committed to being our sub. If that is
the case, we will pretend this never happened and you can return to your
suburban boredom and no one will know of your naughty escapades today. But
understand, if you do reject this offer of submission, you can't
reconsider. It is a one time offer. Now get out of here, I need to get some
sleep."

I grabbed my clothes hastily and retreated from her room a bundle of
anxiety. I got dressed and was just leaving when Julie came out in a robe.

"My pet, Mistress has forbidden me to continue your training until she
knows you are completely committed," Julie informed me. She walked over to
me and kissed me passionately and with cunt dripping tenderness. When she
broke the kiss, she whispered, "Just in case you don't submit."

Before I could respond, she turned and walked away and disappeared into a
different room, assumingly hers. I stood there, a ball of goo, before
finally leaving and returning home.

...

I woke up the next morning in bed in a dreamlike state, my body in a
perpetual state of contentment. As I slowly actually woke up, last night's
memories came flooding back to me. I let out a gasp as I recalled not only
my submission to my 18-year-old student, but also my submission to her
guardian and the decision she left me with.

To submit or not to submit...that is the question.  Is it nobler in my mind
to suffer the bores and chores of wife expectations or to submit completely
to my carnal needs and desires.

School the next day was excruciating, as I knew I was different, but no one
else did. Also, I would be seeing Beth and Julie, the day after two very
different sexual submissions. Beth came to class like she did every day, no
sense of the secret the two of us held; that just yesterday she had ate my
pussy under my desk at lunch. She gave me her usual smile, her sweet smile,
the one I knew said so much more. I taught class as I usually would, my
nervousness fading away as I did what I love to do...teach. The last class
with Julie was also anti-climatic as Julie was her usual student self. The
rest of the week was anti-climatic as neither girl showed even the
slightest or knowledge of what had transpired.

Days went by and so did a weekend and each day my resistance to not going
on Wednesday weakened.  Every time I was ignored by Julie I felt a piece of
my heart ache, a longing that would not dissipate no matter how much I
hoped it would.

Wednesday finally arrived and although I had not accepted I was going over
to Julie and Candy's house, I already told my husband that I would be home
late as we were doing a girl's night...which I figured was not completely a
lie.

The flip flop from yes to no continued in my head, but one look past the
weak attempts at propriety I already knew deep down I was going.  I had to.
I had never felt so needed, as when I submitted to Julie.  I can't explain
it.  It makes no logical sense.  But I desperately needed the sexual
release and pleasure I felt that one time.  I needed to please. So although
I still held to thin hope I would come to my moral senses, the reality is
when Julie finally asked me at lunch on Wednesday I finally accepted my new
role in life.

Julie walked in to class a couple minutes after the bell, with Beth, and
closed the door. Her sweet but naughty smile returned, the one that had
been absent since last week, as she asked, "So Mrs. Walker, have you
decided?"

I looked at her nervously, knowing it was now or never.  She returned my
gaze confidently and patiently.  Finally I broke the silence when I
answered, "Yes, I have Mistress."

Julie's smile grew wider as she said, "I was hoping you would say that.  Do
you want your reward?"

"Sure," I responded, unsure what this reward may be.

Julie looked at the door and then snapped her fingers.  Beth instantly
walked to me, dropped to her knees and crawled under my desk.  Just as
instantly, my pussy got wet and I opened my legs to allow easier access to
my pussy.  As Beth lapped at my cunt, Julie talked to me.  I tried to
concentrate to Julie's words, but had difficulty as the eighteen-year-old
between my legs continued to give thrilling sensations.  Julie explained,
"Mistress expects you there at six and the party starts at seven.  Be
warned she will have you doing many very naughty and humiliating things
during this party.  It is also very important that you obey every order
without hesitation.  She will punish you for even the slightest hint at
disobedience.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," I moaned, dangerously close to screaming from the orgasm building in
me.  Julie smiled with an amused smirk as she watched as I held my mouth
shut as my orgasm spread through me.  Beth continued to lap up my juices
until I couldn't take it any longer and pushed her back; worried I would
keep on coming.  I looked down as the adorably cute Beth looked back up at
me like an obedient puppy just happy to be noticed.  Her face glistened
with my juice as I came back to my senses.  As I backed up, Beth quickly
got out from underneath my desk and stood back up and returned to our
mutual Mistress.

Julie gave a wink and said as she got ready to leave, "She you tonight."

I gave a nod and watched them leave.  Julie stopped at the door and through
my world in a tizzy as she added, "Can you guess which one of your
colleagues will be the other slut tonight?"

I gasped at the obvious implication.  I watched both girls leave in stunned
silence.  Panic spread throughout my whole body as I realized my situation
had got more complicated.  As I sat down I began to ponder who else could
have been seduced by Julie.  I worked at a pretty large school with a
rather large staff so there were lots of candidates.  There was Carol
Johnson, the first year Chemistry teacher who always dressed somewhat
provocative and was very, very pretty.  There was Rena Wallace the
cheerleading coach who is amazing fit and flirty.  There was also Zelda
Hilton our main secretary who was a drop dead gorgeous redhead, but how
would Julie ever get to her?  The list could go on and on, but it could be
anyone...who would think I had submitted to Julie?  Hopefully, nobody.

I taught the afternoon in a haze of nervousness and anxiety as I wondered
what was planned for me and what colleague would soon now of my
predicament.

At ten to six, riddled with apprehension, I knocked on Julie's door.  I
seemed to wait forever for the door to open.  I could feel slight
perspiration on my forehead as the seconds ticked by.  Finally, the door
opened and Julie greeted me.  "Hi, Mrs. Walker.  I am so happy you could
make it."

I followed her in sheepishly.  I quickly looked around to see if anyone
else was around and felt a burden fall of my shoulders when I saw the room
was empty.

Julie looked at me and said, "So Mistress has an outfit laid out for you in
her bedroom.  She should be home in the next half hour.  Your partner
should also be here in a few minutes."

I asked, in a nervous stutter, "W-w-who is my p-p-partner?"

Julie's smile became a naughty grin as she said, "Oh, you will see soon."
I looked at her with a deer in headlights look as she added, forebodingly,
"You will get to know her much, much, much better."  As I continued to be
speechless and I assume white as a ghost, she comforted, "Don't worry, my
pet. It will all be good.  She is really looking forward to tonight."

"She knows?" I gasped.

"Oh yes," Julie purred, adding, "she was really thrilled to hear you had
submitted to me and Mistress."

My mind spun at this revelation as I desperately tried to figure out who
this could possibly be.  Names and faces flashed through my mind, but none
made sense.  Who would possibly submit to Julie?  The irony of my thoughts
was not missed by me.

The doorbell rang and Julie said, "You should go get your outfit on before
Mistress gets here."

I quickly obeyed, trying to avoid the upcoming humiliation as long as
possible.  I entered Mistress's room and saw my outfit on the bed.  I
couldn't believe what was expected of me.  There was a black neck collar
with a leash not attached, black thigh high stockings, a flimsy see-through
red nightie, and four inch opened toe heels.  I was mortified by what I was
expected to wear and even more mortified as I pondered who was soon to see
me in this.

I could hear voices in the other room, but could not hear them clearly
enough to place the voice.  Reluctantly, I began to get undressed.  Once in
only my undergarments, I grabbed for the stockings and began to put them
on.  I noticed they were seemed stockings with Cuban heels.  I put them on
and then the flimsy piece of lingerie.  I looked at the heels, heels higher
than I had ever worn.  I once wore three inch to a wedding and almost
killed myself.  I looked at the heels pondering how the hell I was ever
going to walk in them.  I sighed and began to put them on.  Just as I
finished buckling up the first one, I heard the outside door open and
close.  I froze as I wondered who else had shown up.  Before I had time to
put on my second heel, the door opened and Mistress walked in.

She roared, "What the fuck are you doing on my bed, slut?"

I immediately jumped off and stumbled to the floor.  I apologized, "I am so
sorry Mistress; I was just getting dressed for you."

She looked at me on the floor a dishevelled mess and her tone softened,
"OK, my pet, this one time I will forgive you.  But sluts don't sit on
furniture unless given permission.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly answered.

She said, still not smiling, "Now finish getting dressed and get your
collar on.  Then wait on the floor like a good pet until after I shower."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded as I reached for my second heel.  I watched
her walk to her bathroom and let out a sigh.  The feeling of having her
angry at me was devastating.  I couldn't believe how eager I was too
quickly obey her and hopefully get back in her good graces.  I put on the
second high heel and grabbed the collar.  I looked at it closely and
realized that when I put this on, I was submitting completely to her.
There was no turning back; I was being collared.  I hesitated briefly and
then put the collar on my neck and waited like a loyal dog on the floor.

Minutes ticked by and I heard the door open and close three more times.
Finally, Mistress Candy returned to her bedroom and got dressed ignoring me
completely.  She put on a pair of suntan thigh highs and a purple flower
print sundress.  She finally looked down at me and asked, "Are you really
still wearing your bra?"

I, without any further instruction, took it off .

She then asked, "Are you wearing your panties still?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Get them off and don't you ever wear panties in my house again!" my
Mistress instructed, her tone showing her impatience with me.

I took my panties off and handed them to her.  She looked at my undies as
if they were toxic and tossed them into the garbage.  She grabbed the leash
and walked over to me and patted my head.  Humiliation burned as she hooked
the leash onto my collar.  She went to her dresser and she came back with a
small vibrating egg.  She turned it on, handed it to me and ordered, "Put
that in your cunt, my slut.  Leave it in there until I give you permission
to take it out."  I obeyed, my pussy swallowing the toy in a heartbeat.
The buzzing sensations quickly began getting me excited.  Mistress ordered,
"Don't you dare cum, slut.  Not until I give you permission."  She patted
my head one more time and said, "I'm happy you decided to come tonight, my
pet.  I think you will thoroughly enjoy yourself.  Now wait here until I
come to get you."

I watched her leave and sat on the floor.  I could hear talking and
giggling as I waited and waited and waited.  The longer I waited, the
harder it was to not come from the sensations that constantly teased my
pussy.  The longer I waited, the more anxiety began to fill my head.
Question after question popped into my head.  Who was the other teacher?
Who were the other people at this gathering?  What was my role in the
night's activities?  What if one of the guests knew me?  Just as I was
completely freaking out and attempting to figure out a way out of this
potential disaster, Mistress Candy came into the room.

"Are you ready, my pet?" she asked as she bent down and took the leash.

Horny as Hell from the toy in my cunt and at the complete will of my
Mistress, I responded, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good pet," she purred, patting me on the head, humiliation filling me.
She then bent down and, much to my surprise, but a blindfold on me."  Once
done, she ________, "Come, my pet, and crawl like a good pet."

Holding back my own overwhelming fear, I crawled on all fours as my
Mistress led me into a room full of people.  I kept my head down,
attempting to prolong the shame and embarrassment as long as possible.  The
silence was unbelievable as all conversations immediately stopped as I
entered the room.  The silence was broken by Mistress Candy, "Guests, I
would like you to meet my newest slut, Mrs. Walker, or Jasmine.  She is
Julie's teacher and submitted to Julie and later me last week. The good
little sub is married and has two kids."

"I wouldn't mind a teacher pet myself," someone announced.

"Yeah, I hated all my teachers in school.  Would love to have been able to
fuck a couple of my bitchy teachers," another proclaimed.

"What a slut," another called out.

Shame burned inside me, but at least I couldn't see who was critically
bashing me.  I remained on all fours as I heard Julie speak.  "Guests, I
would like to introduce our other slut for the evening.  She is the school
councillor at my school and was in charge with helping me deal with my
issues.  I am not sure she accomplished that, but I did surely help her
with hers.  She is twenty-four fresh out of college and a very eager little
dyke.  Please welcome Alexis."

A few disrespectful comments were made about her as well, as I sat there
stunned by the revelation that is was Alexis.  She was a straight out of
college graduate and a real looker.  Her hair was so blonde it was almost
white, her eyes were crystal blue and she had a body that every high school
boy drooled over.  She was also incredible sweet and quite shy when among
our staff.  If I had to choose which colleague I would want to most look
like, it would be her in a heartbeat.

As I considered the implications of Alexis being the other sub of Julie's,
I heard Mistress Candy speak, "Well ladies.  I am so happy you could be
here tonight.  I am sure we are going to have a lot of fun and you and
hopefully you will spend a lot of money.  Without further adieu, I will
introduce our presenter for the evening, Jenna."

A voice, assumedly Jenna's spoke, "Well welcome ladies.  I have been doing
adult sex toy parties for about two years now, but this will be the first
time we have models to try out our toys for us."

I gasped as the realization of what my role was in tonight's proceedings
was disclosed.

Jenna informed the women, "Now I have at least two of every toy I will
present today and can order more if need be.  Each toy comes with a six
month money back guarantee and if you buy anything today you get a 10%
discount.  Now with all the boring formalities done, let's get to the good
stuff.  Up first is the Magic Wand.  Now unlike most toys, this one you
must plug in, but ladies don't let that stop you, as once you feel the
power of the eight inch head you will be shaking with pleasure."  There was
a pause as I assumed she was plugging in the toy.  After a few seconds of
silence and nervous trepidation, she explained, "The Magic Wand has a
variety of speeds for each woman's personal preference."  I heard the toy
buzz quietly as she turned it on and then buzz much louder as she turned it
on high.  "As you can see, the toy can be used for teasing or pleasing."

I heard her heels move towards me.  I felt hands on my flimsy nightie and
then felt the soft vibrations on my naked cunt.  I moaned reactively as the
feeling sent shivers of pleasure up my body.  Jenna informed, "You see how
she moaned instantly.  The magic wand is made to stimulate both the clit
and the pussy lips at once, getting almost any woman into a feverous sweat
in minutes.  Now observe what happens when I turn it on high."  Already
feeling good, I let out a scream the moment Jenna turned the Magic Wand on
high.  The sensations did as she promised, pleasing both my pussy lips and
my clit.  It was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt from a toy.
Jenna kept talking while she teased me with the toy.  "Besides just putting
pressure on the pussy and clit, the wand can also be used for soft or hard
spanking."  I felt the wand leave my pussy as she ordered me to lay on my
back.  I quickly changed positions happy to be off my knees and hopeful to
feel more pleasure from the Magic Wand.  Without instruction, I opened my
legs; giving the woman I had never met easy access to my pussy.

A woman in the room quipped, "Wow Candy, your new sub is quite a horny
little bitch!"

Candy chuckled, "You haven't seen nothing yet Carrie."

The tone of her voice clearly foreshadowed a long evening for me, but as
toy touched my pussy once again I didn't remotely care.  As I began moaning
again, oblivious to the woman in the room watching my humiliating
treatment, Jenna began gently tapping my clit with the toy.  "Watch how the
little slut responds to the wand as it teases her already wet cunt."  I
wanted to prove her wrong, imply that the toy couldn't control me, but that
resistance was futile.  With each tap of the toy, my moaning increased, the
high speed vibrations and gentle spanking driving me wild.

Without evening realizing I was speaking, I heard my own voice begging,
"More, don't stop, yes, yes."

Unfortunately as soon as I begged for more, the need to come becoming
desperate, Jenna turned the toy off.  "We don't want our models coming to
quick on us, so I better shut the thing off.  So Jasmine, what did you
think of the Magic Wand?"

Attempting to control my breathing, and quell the desire to just pleasure
myself in front of all these unknown women, I stammered, "G-g-g-good."

"Only good?" Jenna queried.

Suddenly the toy was on my clit again and I bellowed, "Yesss, fucking
amazing."

She tapped my clit three times harder than she previously had and
concluded, "I think she likes it."

Laughter exploded in the room and I instantly went from feeling horny to
feeling ashamed.

I heard the click of her heels as she walked away and couldn't believe the
feeling of utter disappointment I felt.  I wanted to come and I wanted to
be used. It was so humiliating, yet a fact I could not deny.

Jenna continued, "The second toy of the evening is one of a couple I will
show tonight that can be used while out and about.  It is by Lelo and is
called a G-Spot Dual Action Vibe.  The toy was a lot of features including
a silky smooth style, tandem vibration and is very travel-friendly, if you
get my drift."  The women laughed again.  "Now I am sure some of you have
tried the rabbit.  Well this is a much more advance than the rabbit.  The
contoured shaft was created to stimulate the g-spot as well as stimulate
the clit.  On top of that, the toy has eight distinct vibrating patterns
from steady constant vibrations, to amazing feelings of circular massage,
to pulsing that shifts back and forth from the clit to the g-spot.
Anyways, enough sales babble.  Let's have our other model try this on for
size."

I was still on my back on the floor, horny and wishing it was me modeling
the new toy.

"Oh shit, she isn't wearing underwear.  Candy any chance she can borrow a
pair for a bit," Jenna asked.

"I suppose.  But Alexis, my dyke, don't think this will be allowed
normally," Mistress Candy _______.

"Of course, Mistress," Alexis concurred.  Just hearing the beautiful
councillor's submissive voice had a shiver flow through my entire body.

A couple minutes passed before Jenna continued, "How does that feel?"

"Good," Alexis purred.

Candy instructed, "Alexis, you will keep that in you until further notice.
Now be a good maid and refill all my guests' glasses."

"Yes, Mistress," Alexis obeyed.

Jenna acknowledged me, "Well, we should probably allow this poor slut on
the floor to come pretty soon.  Jasmine, do you want to come?"

"Yes," I confirmed, way too quickly.

Jenna laughed, "Well ladies, next is another Lelo product. It's called the
Soraya and it is a dual point vibrator.  As you can see the long part is
made for insertion, while the flexible curve is made to teach and please
the clitoral area.  The unique looped handle allows the user great
manoeuvrability.  Like all Lelo products the motor is incredibly powerful
and has eight levels of vibration and pulsation.  Let's see how teacher
here likes it."

I felt a toy be placed in my hand.  Jenna ordered, "Teacher, I want you to
use this toy and get yourself off."

"Okay," I absurdly obeyed, taking the toy and feeling it, trying to
understand what it was.

Someone bellowed, "You dumb fucking slut. Shove it in your cunt."

Degraded, I quickly obeyed, slipping it in my wet cunt.  Fumbling around a
bit, I turned it on and instantly felt intense sensations inside me and on
my clit.  I used the odd handle to manoeuvre the toy and put extra pressure
on my clit.  The pulsing vibrations had me on the brink in only a couple of
minutes.  Jenna grabbed pulled the toy out of my pussy and I moaned,
"nooo."

"Slut," my Mistress barked, "don't you dare speak unless spoken too."

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly responded.

Jenna laughed, "Wow, she really is a slut.  Another great toy is the six
and a half inch Lelo Gigli vibrator.  A cheaper and somewhat old school
vibe, although updated with specially designed curves and a blunt angled
head which is perfect for that elusive G-spot.  Let's see if our slut here
likes this one?"

I felt a new toy in my hand and obediently slid it in my wanton cunt.
Although I liked the other one better, this one was good too.  Much better
than any of the toys I had hidden under my bed at home.  Still near the
brink, I used the toy with deliberate focus: to come.  The toy curved
perfectly against my G-spot and within only a few seconds of fucking myself
with the toy I was screaming in ecstasy, oblivious to the other women there
watching.  I squeezed my legs and let the vibrating sensations quake
through my body.  Once my orgasm subsided, I opened my legs and let the toy
slip out of my soaking wet pussy.

Jenna exclaimed, "I think she likes it."  The women roared with laughter.
"Let's take a ten minute break to fill up your glasses, go tinkle, have an
orgasm, whatever.  When we come back I will show you wonderful ladies a few
different anal toys that will change your life."

I gave a slight wince as I assumed I would be having my ass used soon.  I
didn't have long to consider my impending anal assault as I heard,
"Teacher.  Get over here and get me off."

Blindfolded, I had no idea who said it, but the voice seemed young.  I got
on all fours and crawled towards the voice.  Suddenly I felt a tug on my
collar and was guided to where I was expected to please.  The scent was
strong and I was pulled into a hairy pussy.  Unlike my two Mistress's bare
cunts, this was way more challenging.  As I licked, I constantly got hairs
in my mouths.  I tried to lick her pussy lips but after the third hair in
my mouth, I decided to focus on her clit.  Once my tongue found a gateway
without hair, I concentrated on the clit with constant hard pressure.
Hoping to end this soon, the hair and the taste way less pleasant than my
Mistress's, I slid a finger inside the unknown girl's cunt.  Her heavy
breathing and nasty name-calling told me she liked it and soon I was being
coated with her cum.  I kept licking and fingering her until she pushed me
away.  I fell back on my ass, discarded like a cheap whore.  Suddenly I
felt so ashamed, what had become of me?

As I considered my humiliating fall from grace, I heard Jenna welcome
everyone back.  She explained, "Ladies all women should be willing to
experiment with their ass.  Now it isn't for everyone, but for most after
they have tried it, there is no going back.  Since we have used our teacher
pet here for most of our experiments, we might as well continue.  Candy is
your pet into anal play?"

"She is into whatever I tell her she is, isn't that right my pet?"

A minute ago I was no longer horny and desperate to get out of this
predicament, but as soon as I was called pet again, I felt the undeniable
tingle and the powerful urge to obey came washing back.  "Of course I will,
Mistress."

"Good pet," she purred.

"Excellent!" Jenna exclaimed.  "We will have our pet here back on all
fours, her fine ass, in full view."  I felt a pull on the leash and
followed like a good pet.  Although the humiliation was still burning every
fibre of my existence, just as strong was my burning desire to comply; to
be a perfect pet. Once I was apparently in the position she wanted me in,
she continued, "As we get our pet here ready for some of my bigger toys, we
will start with a toy called the ripple from Tantus.  As you can see from
the smooth bumps, it is a great toy for opening up the anus. It is 5 inches
in length with a 4 ? insertable length. The small Ripple is 1 inch wide;
while the large Ripple is 1 ? inches wide.  Now of course, unless you are
using it to punish a sub, I highly recommend lube."

I felt hands on my ass and a generous amount of lubrication was applied to
my anal entrance.  I felt a finger slip inside my ass and I gave a
surprised gasp.  Julie whispered, "Good pet."

I was surprised at how my whole body warmed when I heard the voice of my
young Mistress.

I felt the plastic toy slip between my cheeks and slowly the bumpy toy
penetrated my ass.  With each bump that split my ass apart a sharp pang of
pain chilled my body.  I attempted to hold my whimpers in, but was unable
to completely do so.

Jenna explained, "As you can see, that with lubrication such a toy will
easily go inside someone's ass.  I do warn that there will be a bit of pain
at first, but once your body and ass gets used to it the pain will subside.
Of course, it helps if you are already horny when you add ass play to your
sex life.  I know many women who can't come from actually sex.  For many of
these women, the added dimension of anal play will be the extra erotic
sensation needed to bring a woman to orgasm. Now watch as my beautiful
assistant Julie here slowly pulls out the ripple from her pet teacher's
ass.  Our sexy little submissive will moan with pleasure as each bump is
pulled out of her sweet little ass."

Julie slowly pulled out the toy out of my ass and, as Jenna predicted, I
let out an uncontrollable scream of pleasure each time a rigid bump left my
ass.

Jenna questioned, "Pet teacher, how does the Ripple feel."

I shrieked, just as the last bump was extracted from my ass,
"Gooooooooooooooooood.  So fucking good."

I felt hands touching my pussy.  "Our pet teacher is very, very wet," Jenna
divulged to the women.  I should have been embarrassed by such a
proclamation, but instead I wanted more.  Jenna, somehow reading my mind,
"Does our pet teacher want something bigger in your sweet little ass?"

"Yes," I answered, way too quickly, giving away my horniness.

"Also my Tantus, is the Ryder, which I think has a incredibly accurate
name.  This torpedo-shaped butt plug, at only 3 ? inches, is great for
beginners as it is rounded and smooth for easy insertion, but doesn't have
any of the ridges or bumps that some of the more advanced plugs have.  The
based is wide, yet thin in order to perfectly fit between one's butt
cheeks.  Also, the 1 ? width is also realistically appropriate to help get
your ass or your sub's ass used to anal play.  It is also the perfect size
to be worn for hours while out and about."  I felt more lubrication on my
ass.  Jenna cautioned, "Even though we already lubricated our pet teacher
earlier, I highly suggest you re-lubricate whenever you use a new toy."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," I screamed, not in pain, but surprised joy, as the
plus slowly was pushed in my ass.

"How does the Ryder feel, pet teacher?"

"Amazing," I confirmed, desperately wanting to rub my pussy.

"Good, well sit like a good pet, as I introduce yet another great anal toy.
After your ass has got used to having something inside it, you can move to
the next level.  The A Bomb by Tantus, who in my opinion is the only
company to go through for your anal toys, is a thick advanced plug,
designed, like the Ryder, for smooth insertion and a very, very satisfying
feel.  Also, like the Ryder, it is made for short or long-term insertion.
A wide flat base provides great grip allowing it to fit easily between
one's butt cheeks.  Now what makes it different than the Ryder you may ask?
It's size.  With an insertable length of 5 inches and a width at its widest
at almost 2 ? inches, it can open a girl's ass in ways no other toy can."

Suddenly, the toy in my ass was pulled out and I felt the coldness of
lubrication on my ass crack. Having heard Jenna announce the size of the
toy, I was petrified.  There was no way, I could ever take anything that
big in my ass.

As I felt the toy begin to split my ass cheeks, my beautiful, powerful,
sweet, teen Mistress, attempted to relax me, "Just relax, my pet." She
caressed my ass gently with one hand while slowly pushing the thick plug in
me.  As it slowly penetrated me it didn't hurt and didn't feel any bigger
than the last toy that was buried in my rear.  But as it penetrated deeper
in my rectum, an undeniable burn began to hit.  I whimpered, as I tried
desperately to relax, as Mistress Julie suggested.  Unlike the Ripple stick
that was in me earlier, the pain was not fading away.

Jenna, I assume seeing the pain I was in, instructed, "Alexis, crawl under
your colleague and lick her pussy."

A shiver shot through my spine as I anticipated the beautiful Alexis
licking my pussy and hopefully distracting me from the pain still burning
in my rear.  After a dreadfully long minute, I felt my ass pulled back a
bit and then I felt the amazing touch of a tongue on my pussy lips.  I let
out a moan.  Although not immediate, the pain in my ass began to fade as
the amazing pleasure from Alexis's tongue blazed through me.  She sucked on
my clit like she was sucking on a soother, pulling me into her in a way I
had never experienced.  The pleasure was so intense, I completely let go
and beginning mumbling incoherently, "Oh yes, fuck, oh my God, yes, fuck,
aaahhh, fuck, don't stop."  The completely full feeling of the toy in my
ass, mixed with the sensation of Alexis's mouth, had me orgasm in only a
couple of minutes.