Taming The Teacher Part Two

Archive name: Taming The Teacher Part Two.HTM (M/F, FD, facesitting, hum)

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: Taming The Teacher Part Two

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Do I need to introduce myself? Okay, if you insist, but you should have remembered. Right my name is Amy Morris I am an eighteen-year-old student at a rather expensive girl’s school deep in the Kent countryside. I am also five foot seven, blonde, and after a summer of indulging weight one hundred and sixteen pounds, have shoulder length blonde hair and a tight thirty-four, twenty-four, thirty-four figures. I also have an all over, what I call, California tan.

It’s early September and now as head girl I am settling in my new rooms and waiting for the arrival of the house teacher and my next slave. Of course she doesn’t know that yet!

I hear a light knock at my door. As the schoolhouse should be deserted, this has to be the house teacher. I open the door and stare straight into her pale green blue eyes.

“Amy, my names Kay Barber.” She holds out her hand. “Nice to meet you.” She smiles pleasantly and I almost regret my plans, still I felt my ass twitch at the sight of her

Kay is a mousy blonde, somewhere in her mid twenties. She is shorter and slighter than me and appears the perfect candidate to be my next slave. She appears nervous and I do nothing to ease her discomfort.

I leave her standing in the doorway and cross the room. On then table is a bottle of Vodka, drink is banned, but I doubt that timid little Amy will say anything. She’s new, uncertain and still dithering in the doorway.

“Come in.” I say eventually. “We can share a drink; get to know each other better.”

“I don’t think that we should do that. I’m not sure of the schools house rules and I know that as the head girl you will have certain privileges, but I don’t think they will extend to alcohol in your rooms.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Term hasn’t started so I think the rules aren’t in place, besides there is only the two of us, so it could be our little secret.” It’s a test. I want to see how far I can push her, the further will make her subjugation all the easier.

Amy is probably only five or six years my senior, not so big a gap. She could have been my older sister, if I had one. I pour two drinks whilst Amy stands and watches. “I have orange, lime or tonic, but no ice.”

Amy hesitates and I know that I have her. “Just one, whilst we chat, it has been a long day.”

So, we sit and talk and gradually Amy unloads. She really is to naïve to be let out into the real world; the girls will chop her into little pieces. As the head girl I could protect her, but that will only happen once she has become my slave. After all if she is going to sniff my ass the least I can do is offer her my protection, after she has pleased me.

“Have you a boyfriend?” I ask.

“No one steady.” Amy smiles. “You?”

Its time to push her a little bit further. “Men I like, but only if they are a good fuck.” I smirk as Amy starts to blush. “I mean, what else would you want a bloke for.” I continue.

“Love?” Ventures Amy.

“Love!” I exclaim. “No way. I say that a man should have a thick wallet and a thick cock, anything else is a bonus.”

“So, you think that love is just a material and physical thing?”

“No, but I think that’s what sex is about, and I think that love is just sex dressed up.” I want her to think that I am a heartless, physical bitch; it’ll help to break her if she thinks that I’m a total, merciless cunt.

Amy falls silent. I know that she is thinking about what I have said. This is all about mind games, it isn’t just fear that binds a slave to their Mistress, but the mental dominance that the Mistress establishes and maintains. The slave has to believe that they are inferior in every way.

“You will be entitled to a junior.” Amy says. I know that she is trying to change the subject.

“What are you suggesting?” I laugh.

Amy blushes again. “I didn’t mean that!”

“There’s always something like that!” I smirk “I mean, there’s a hundred and sixty healthy girls bottled up together. It has to happen and if you discovered them at it, what will you do?”

Amy carries on blushing. “I suppose that I’d have to council them. I mean your sexuality is your own business, but under a certain age then I think a girl can be influenced, especially if the partner is older.”

Interesting! Is she talking from experience? Is she a muff muncher? I shiver, remembering how skilful Tabitha’s slave had been, perhaps teach will prove to be as good?

I decide to turn the screw a little more. “If you are suggesting that I would take that type of advantage of a junior then you are very wrong. I prefer my partners to be older and just lately I have discovered that I prefer a certain kind of sex.”

Now the question is will Amy bite on my bated hook?

“I think this subject is getting rather near to the bone.” Amy whispers. “I think that I should be going.” She begins to rise.

“SIT DOWN.” I snap irritably. She wasn’t supposed to just walk out on me!

Amy stares, confused and then slowly sits down. She has her head bowed towards the table.

I am surprised but there is an opportunity here, all I have to do is take advantage and see where it leads. “I hate it when people walk out on me.” I say softly. “I absolutely hate it.” I’m warming to my task. It’s simply how I badmouthed Daley last term.

“I’m sorry.” Amy mumbles.

“Look at me.” I said softly but firmly.

Amy lifts her head and with obvious difficulty looks me in the face. “I’m sorry.” She whispers. “It won’t happen again.”

I stare at her. She is so submissive and then the penny drops. She’s been a slave or something pretty similar. All I have to do is assert myself a little bit more and she is mine.

“The sex I enjoy, it involves a Mistress and a slave, and I am the Mistress. Understand?”

“Yes!” Amy whispers.

“YES WHAT!” I explode, mostly for affect.

“Yes Mistress.” Amy replies.

“Good, now tell me about your previous slavery.” I demand. I am so wet that I’m sure there will a wet patch on the chair.

Amy sniffles before she starts her tale. “It was at school. The Head Girl and her Prefects were allowed a grunt, a girl who kept their rooms tidy. One of them took a shine to me.”

“How old were you?” I interrupted.

“Fourteen.”

“She was how old?”

“Eighteen.”

Personally I thought that a girl of my age coming onto a kid of fourteen was a bit much, still it had happened and the snivelling wreck before me was the result.

“She said that I had to do it or she’d tell everyone that I’d begged her and that I was infatuated with her.”

“Were you?”

“A bit. She was the school sport champion, very good-looking and just so cool. All the form had some type of crush on her.”

“So, how did an infatuation turn into slavery?”

“It just did. I started just keeping the room clean, doing her washing, then she…”

“What was her name?” I interrupted her to ask.

“Caroline, Caroline Simmons, they called her CS.”

“So, how did CS…what…convert you into her slave.”

“I didn’t keep the room clean enough, so she said that I had to be punished.”

At last! She’d gotten to the good bit. I waited but Amy didn’t add anything.

“Well? How?” I demanded irritably.

“In her rooms. She made me undress down to my panties and then she undressed, completely. She made me kneel before her and kiss her pussy. It was a horrible thing to do, but she kept making me do it, until I was touching her there and then actually licking on her spot.” Amy shuddered. “After that CS demanded that I do it every time she felt the need, before the term was out she’d told one of her friends and she demanded the same. Pretty soon it was all round the school, and, well, others came a calling and I was so beat down that I did everyone who asked.”

“How many?” I asked in a hushed voice.

“Till I left school, dozens and dozens.”

So she‘d have an educated tongue I thought to myself and now she’d be all mine. I didn’t share my toys. “Get to your feet.” I ordered.

Slowly Amy stood up. “Where do you want me.”

It was almost too easy. “In the bedroom, strip down to your knickers and then spread yourself across the bed.”

“What will you do?” Amy asked.

“Smother you, sit on your face, rub myself off on you, then you’ll ling me out, use that tongue on my ass hole. If I feel like farting, then I’ll do so into your face and you’ll sniff it, the bedroom.” I added because she’d hesitated.

Amy walked before me so she didn’t see the growing smile on my face. This was going to be so good. I could really do a number on her with the sure knowledge that she was mine already.

Amy stripped and then climbed onto my bed.

“Lie down.” I said and climbed onto her face.