Taming the Teach Part One

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

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: Taming The Teacher Part One

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Mr Daley is lying on my bed, he hasn’t moved for over five minutes, but that is my doing. I have been smothering him for the past two hours and finally, five minutes ago I cut off his air and waited until he passed out beneath my cute little bottom.

Now I am getting dressed and waiting for the pathetic little shit to recover, it shouldn’t be long now, his breathing is steady and even if his face is florid with the smothering, I know that soon he’ll start to come round.

Daley is about forty; I don’t know exactly how old he is, or much more about him and frankly I don’t really care. He was a pain in the arse teacher until I took exception to one of his lectures and taught him that serving Amy Morris, that’s me, was what he’d been born for.

I should explain that I am a seventeen-year-old student at a rather expensive girl’s school deep in the Kent countryside. I am also five foot seven, blonde, weight about one hundred and twelve pounds, have shoulder length blonde hair and a tight thirty-four, twenty-four, thirty-four figure.

Daley is my housemaster and whilst not physically obnoxious, he insisted on ruining every facet of my life.

I should also explain that I have moved school five times, usually because I ‘clash’ with my teachers, Daley was no different but unfortunately, for him, I now had a use for housemasters.

He is starting to recover, slowly his eyes open and he see’s me. The fear that is there is pleasing, Daley really is scared of me and is absolutely under my control.

I had decided to convert him after he embarrassed me in front of a hunk from the local village. I love men and I love dick, and I won’t be humiliated or shown up. Daley did both and so I plotted my revenge.

He is naked, his hands bound because I like to have him utterly helpless. He has a descent-sized cock that is half erect. I start to wank him, feeling his dick stiffen in my grip. Daley grunts and then see’s the look on my face. He knows that look and the resigned fear spreads across his face.

I am dressed in my school uniform, pleated skirt, polo top, white cotton knickers, the proverbial pervert’s impression of what schoolgirls should wear.

I carry on wanking him whilst I straddle his face once more, I’m facing down his body so that I can see him shoot and also because I love the sensations I get from having Daley’s rather large nose pressed up against my arse.

He doesn’t resist as he knows that any show of opposition will only extract a sever punishment.

I planned my conquest. A single girl isn’t strong enough to beat an adult male but she can outwit him. I had to get him alone, for some hours and in a state that meant he couldn’t fight back or take his revenge later.

Getting him alone was easy, Easter meant the school almost emptied and I would be the only girl in house. He would have to stay on the premises to protect me, a daft situation as my virginity had been lost years ago. As there was only the two of use, we’d eat together. I’d put something sleepy in his drink, wait a few minutes and then start my humiliation.

He’s almost ready to come, I always do this when he’s been a good boy and pleased me. It’s his way of understanding that pleasing me brings him a little pleasure. Of course, he has to put up with being smothered again, but he can’t have everything.

As he starts to jerk, I let go and sit down hard on his face. The perfect scenario includes me farting into his face, but today he’s lucky, as I don’t have gas. I just smother him until he finishes spurting and then a little bit longer for good luck.

He never knew what hit him. One minute we were eating in silence and the next he was complaining of feeling hot and dizzy. I helped him to my room, by which time he was well out of it. I steered him onto the bed and stripped him. It was a struggle but I managed and then once he was naked I tied his hands and feet to the bed, leaving him naked and spread eagled, then I left him until he recovered.

I had discovered smothering at my previous school, where the house head girl had subjugated one of the teachers. She sold the teachers favours and as I am always curious about sex, I paid my fee and enjoyed my first session of smothering.

The sluts name had been Anthea and she was already into her second year of servitude when I met her. At that time, her Mistress was called Tabatha and it was she who taught me the finer art of smothering or facesitting.

When Tabatha suggested I try it, I was less than enthused. I like sex but having a girl lick my pussy was to near to lesbianism for my liking, having a good-looking bloke between my legs was one thing, but another woman was something else.

“This isn’t anything like being a lezzy.” Tabatha had explained as she settled my pantied rear across the sluts face. Lesson one I’d already learnt was that a slave never has a name; you never call them by anything that means they are an individual. Slave, slut, cunt licker, anything but never their given name. “How does that feel?”

The answer was strange, strange but also stimulating. I could feel her beneath me, her nose pressing into my ass, her mouth beneath my crotch. I smiled my encouragement and wriggled into a more comfortable position.

“This isn’t anything like being a lezzy.” Tabatha replied to my question. “This is about your pleasure, the sluts only there for your pleasure. You give her nothing, just dominate her, remind her that you are the Mistress and she is the slave. Abuse her, fartings good, but there’s always the toilet if you really want to make her suffer.”

I had looked dumbly at her. What the hell did she mean, toilet?

Tabatha told me and though I felt disgusted by the suggestion, I had to concede that if the intention were to heap humiliation on humiliation then pissing in someone’s face would work.

So, I became Tabatha’s apprentice and she taught me everything I needed to know, using the slut as my blank canvas I learnt about smothering, face farting, fart sniffing, ass licking, toileting, punishing, verbal abuse.

Tabatha said that I was a natural and that I’d make the ideal head girl, alas I clashed once too often with the teachers and demanded that my super rich daddy find me another school.

So, I washed up here, deprived on my latest pleasure and hating the teaching profession a little bit more. Daddy spoke to the powers that be and all but Daley gave me a wide berth. Now he wishes that he had but now he has no say in the matter.

I leave Daley still bound to my bed. I am a senior and have my own room. I leave him alone and lock the door so that he can’t escape (not that he would) or be disturbed, this is our secret and I want it to stay that way.

I return three hours later, hot and stinking from the gym. I didn’t change my knickers so they and what’s inside them must be pretty high, but that is his problem not mine. I have also been bottling a fart for the past hour and now as I lower my ass onto his face I let rip, a long, noisy and stinky fart, right up face aches nose. Dutifully he sniffs my gas, just how I’d taught him to.

I tug my knickers down past my ass cheeks and allow him a nice close up view of my ass, without being ordered his tongue starts to lap at my butt hole sending delicious sensations coursing through to my clit.

Eventually I get rid of my knickers and allow him access to my portal and soon I’m heading to the perfect end for a day, a noisy, messy orgasm all over his face.

Afterwards I let him go. He says’s nothing because that is how I have trained him. He only speaks in answer to me, otherwise, he stays dumb. As he leaves, I hold out my hand and keep it there until he has emptied the contents of his wallet into it.

It took him about thirty minutes to recovery from the mickey I had slipped into his drink, by then it was to late. I had him naked, bound to my bed and as a finishing touch, a pair of my used knickers stuffed into his mouth as a gag.

I kept my clothes on, which meant t-shirt, short skirt and white panties, enough but not too much.

I let him focus before I took the first photo, this one simply of him. The flash attracts his attention and he turns and see’s me. As yet he doesn’t realise he is bollock naked or tied up, but once he tries to move, then he does and I sit back and watch as for five minutes he struggles ineffectually to free himself. All he is doing is tiring himself out which helps me and does nothing for him. Just how it should be, start as you mean to go on.

This is the tricky bit. I have never broken anyone; Tabatha’s slut was well trained before she ever kissed my ass. I’m starting from scratch with him.

Still, start I must and so, a little nervously I climb onto the bed and sit on his stomach. The touch of his flesh against mine is strange; this isn’t like touching a lover.

I have an adult male, helpless and at my mercy, just the thought gets me damp between my legs. Tabatha was right, this isn’t just sexual, and there is a raw power that starts to spread through me.

“Promise not to shout and I’ll pull this out.” I offer. The choice is his, co-operate and he can breath normally, if he doesn’t then my smelly knickers stay in his mouth. “One nod for yes and two for no.”

Immediately he nods just the once and so I pull my panties from his mouth. He gasps and works his jaw. He is just about to speak when I silence him with a gentle slap.

“I speak, you listen and answer only when I say so.” I smile sweetly and then reaching behind squeeze his dick until he gasps. “Understand?”

“What…” He begins but I squeeze him again and he shuts up.

“No questions.” I reach lower and find his balls. Just cupping them in my hand, I feel his body begin to strain. This squeeze isn’t so hard, but a man’s bollocks are sensitive things and he whimpers in pain.

I remember that Tabatha had told me how she and Miranda had first punished the slut, making her fear them before starting to smother her.

“Every time you annoy me I hurt you. Understand? Nod if you do?”

He nods once. It’s a start, a tiny one but a start. I press the remote and the camera takes another shot, the angle is such that only my waist down is in shot.

He looks worried. “Just insurance.” I laugh. I’m getting into this; the feeling of power is almost orgasmic in strength. I know that I’m going to enjoy myself, even if he doesn’t. “Let me explain what’s going to happen.” I continue. I stop playing with his dick, it’s getting hard and I have no intention of giving him any pleasure at all. “You have really pissed me off, and so now I’m going to extract my revenge.” I inch forwards until I’m sitting astride his chest and my knee’s are either side his head. “You will become my slave, my personal pussy licker, you’ll be something less that human.” I keep sliding forwards, now he is only an inch from my crotch and I can feel myself gushing into my pants. “Smell me, go on, and take a deep breath.” I make to reach backwards and he sniffs, not deep enough so I do give his dick a hard squeeze. I make sure that my nails bite into his skin. He whimpers again and draws in a deeper breath. “You are going to get very used to that smell.” I laugh. “Also this.” I straddle his face and then lower myself onto him, jamming his nose against the damp fabric of the gusset of my panties. I let my weight settle, slowly but steadily, knowing that he is being starved of air, something he doesn’t realise yet. I stare down into his face; his eyes now confused gradually change as he starts struggling for breath. I see panic and then fear as he realises that he can only breath with my consent.

I smile down at him. “Difficulty in breathing?” I laugh softly. “Just my little bottie in your face and suddenly you can’t breath.” I laugh again and then just raise myself enough for him to catch his breath and then I’m across his face again.

I keep doing this, measuring the time between breaths. He struggles fitfully each time his limit is reached, and then I add a few seconds to his torture before releasing him.

I release him, not for his benefit but because my calves are aching. I keep out of the camera and take more pictures. He tries to look away but I demand his attention. “Look at me.” I hiss and slowly he does do. “You look a bit red in the face.” I laugh.

I walk around the room, pleased that his face follows me, there is a mixture of fear and shock on his face, the latter must go, but I’ve only been working him for about thirty minutes.

“Let me go!” He pleads in a weak voice. “I won’t…ahh!”

A smack in the balls shuts him up. “Only when I say so.” I remind him. I climb back onto the bed, but this time I’m facing away from him. I snuggle down, rubbing my ass across his face before finally trapping his nose between my cheeks. This is the best position, the one carrying the maximum humiliation for him and pleasure for me.

I start moving slowly across his face, dragging myself over his nose, using it to trigger the most delicious sensations. I could bring myself off this way, I did with the slut so why not him, let him start to understand his new role. I move faster, grinding down on him, feeling his desperation as the pain now increases.

I reach my climax, its short but nevertheless pleasing. I always climax quickly, but whilst most women are happy with one orgasm, I almost always demand many. He doesn’t know that yet.

As I roll away, he is gasping for breath, his chest heaving and his body slick with perspiration. He is also erect and so I give him a brisk hand job, not enough to bring him off but long enough to have him bouncing off the bed. At that, I stop and let his pathetic member go. He carries on moving until he realises that it’s fruitless.

“Look at me.” I order and he does so. It’s been less than an hour and already I can see the dull glow of obedience in his eyes. He’s starting to wear the same dull expression, as did the slut, a good sign. “I am your Mistress.” I begin “Soon you will address me as that and soon you will obey every single order I give you, without hesitation or question. Understand?” He nods. “Good, now have you ever licked a pussy?” He looks stupidly at me. “Pussy, cunt, twat, this?” I lift my skirt.

“No.” He whispers. I notice that his lips are dry, funny that, my panty crotch is sopping. Why didn’t he suck on that?

“No what?” I demand.

“No…Mistress.” He mumbles. He blushes, no mean feat with his face as florid as it is. He doesn’t mean it, yet, but just saying it is part of the process.

“Well, you’re about to learn.” I laugh. I undress, a simple process, and soon I’m naked before him. He looks hungrily at my naked body and gets a slap for his pains. “You don’t have dirty thoughts any more, just wonder how you can please me.”

I climb back on board his flesh feels hot now. I squirm across his chest, moving closer and closer to his face. This is new to both of us but he doesn’t know that. I halt a few centimetres from his chin.

He looks scared, and is panicking. Obviously, he doesn’t fancy having his face full of my cunt. Strange that, most men I’ve known have been desperate to be this close.

“Please!” He gasps once more.

“Please? The only way you can please me is with your absolute obedience.” I snap. I am really beginning to enjoy being the queen bitch role. I inch closer until I am hovering above his mouth.

He whimpers and starts to cry out but I silence him by simply squatting down on his mouth, leaving his nose jammed against my mound. Beneath me, I hear a muffle groan and I flood again. This is so good!

I look down into his pathetic face, or at least that portion I’m not sitting on, his eyes are wide and pleading towards me. I ruffle his hair. He can do nothing! I am so in charge and flood again. I wonder if a man can drown in a woman’s cunt juices?

I lift myself just long enough for him to draw a breath and then down again. He groans as I settle down, this time I allow my full weight to sink onto his face. I can feel his mouth pressing against my lower lips, they part and he slides inside me.

The sensation this causes sends a shudder through me. I can’t resist sliding forwards until his nose is a tiny penis inside me. I start to move, knowing that I am close to another orgasm. The look of terror on his face tells me that he knows the same.

I slide across his face, using the bumps and lumps to massage my already eager cunt. It isn’t long and then I’m cuming, splattering his face with my cum. I keep going, milking the moment until every last drop has been spilt.

Finally, I move back, collecting my breath and senses as I do so. He looks a mess, red faced, bedraggled, his face glistening with my juices. Using his shirt I wipe his face clean, he can keep the shirt as a memento.

He looks up into my face, afraid to speak and trying to get his breath back. I let him recover, it gives me a minute to think what’s next, oh yes, and he still hasn’t licked me out.

“Ready shit face.” I laugh and am surprised how deep and husky my voice has become.

“Let me go.” He whimpers.

“No!” I bark harshly. “You have to learn your place.” I shuffle over his face again. “This time you lick me.” I count to three and when nothing happens I smother him, only releasing him when his struggles cease.

Well?” I demand. He does nothing beyond gasping for air and so I silence him again.

“I can keep this up longer than you can.” I gloat into his battered and gasping face. I position myself again. “You decide when.” All the time I’m staring him in the face. I want to see the moment that I beat him. I smother him again, this time I wait until he’s stopped struggling and then count to ten so that by the time he surfaces he is almost out of it.

This time he is really scared. I glare down at him, knowing that if he isn’t broken then he is close. “Well?” I demand as the light comes back into his eyes.

“I’ll do it.” He whispers. “Please don’t sit on me again.”

I laugh harshly and triumphantly. I have no intention of meeting his begged request. I slide across him again and this time, this time, I feel his tongue just touching me. “Properly.” I demand and sink lower.

I have to tell him what to do and where to do it, but finally he brings me off. I make him do it again and then again, his only respite when I have to move, my calves are on fire.

He lies gasping and is obviously exhausted. I had planned to smother him with my ass but there’s no satisfaction with him in this condition.

“I’m going to let you go.” I tell him. “Just remember the photo’s and be here tomorrow, say two sharp.”

For a second I think he’s going to object, but the eyes are dull and he doesn’t yet realise the depth of my dominance over him. He’ll start to get a hint tomorrow.

He leaves me alone and I luxuriate in the sensations and the memories. It had been very good, so very, very good. I almost want to call him back and can hardly wait into the next day. Of course, he might decide to resist me, but somehow I reckon any resistance will be temporary.

At two o’clock, there’s a timid knock on the door. “Enter.” I call out and a sheepish looking cunt licker slips into my room. There’s a rule about housemasters never being alone with a pupil of the opposite sex so he’s risked something to be here on time. “Lock the door.” I tell him. “Then undress.”

He locks the door and then hesitates. He looks towards the camera and then me. “Films away being processed.” I announce. “Now strip.”

He does so, slowly and with obvious embarrassment, but he’s following my orders, which after all is half the battle.

I am wearing casuals, as it’s a free afternoon. A knee length skirt and plain top, beneath with I’m wearing a bra and panties. “Crawl over here.” I point to a spot just in front of me.

He drops to his knees and crawls over. As he reaches me, I lift my skirt and spread my legs. “Crawl here.” I point to my crotch.” As his head touches my thighs, I drop the skirt of his head.

If yesterday was just a tad unrehearsed then today has been choreographed down to the last move. To begin with, I’m still wearing the same knickers from yesterday. Normally I am fastidious about hygiene, but just for him I have let things slip. Also, I haven’t douched myself after yesterday’s activity, so all in all I am pretty high. It’s so bad that I imagine that I can smell myself. It’ an illusion, but not where the cunt sniffer is.

After a few minutes, I order him onto the bed. He looks scared but I just smile and repeat the order, this time I slap his face, not hard, I still can’t get used to hitting a man. He crawls over to the bed and I have the un-edifying sight of his hairy ass and his balls swinging from side to side.

I find men’s cocks exciting, but parts of their anatomy are pretty repulsive.

I let him climb onto the bed just to see how far he will go in his obedience. Not bad, he doesn’t assume the position, but he is lying there waiting for me.

I don’t keep him waiting, shedding my skirt as I stand up I quickly cross the room and straddle his face. I am facing down his body so trap his head between my feet. It keeps his face nicely positioned for my ass.

This is rapidly becoming my favourite position. I can rub my ass across his face, jam his nose up my butt and still get either my cunt or ass tongued. It is also deliciously domineering. Any man who repeatedly finds himself pinned beneath his mistress’s rear has to become more and more subservient and of course, it is the perfect position for the fart.

I smother him until his legs stop twitching and then release him just long enough for his partial recovery before smothering him again.

After a few minutes of this, I roll away and step out of my knickers.

I return to my position, my cunt over his mouth and my ass hole pressed against his nose. “Lick me!” I demand and he starts his inexperienced attempts to please me.

I am happy, as today was the test. Yesterday I’d taken advantage of him but today he came to me and obeyed me.

I cum eventually, sprinkling his face as I do, then I demand that he kisses my ass hole. When he hesitates he gets a real smothering, one so long and suffocating that it takes him minutes to recover.

I present my ass to him again and this time he kisses my butt hole. I demand that he licks that as slavishly as he had my cunt and he does. I don’t orgasm but the sensations are sweet, as I know my dominance of him is growing.

After that it is just time and opportunity, he come’s repeatedly to my room and starts to serve me properly, his technique improves with the enormous amount of practice he is getting. I fart in his face and he is obliged to sniff the results, finally I take him to the shower room and piss into his face.

At the end of this, he is mine, utterly and completely. I have humiliated him so often and so absolutely that he no longer has the will to resist me.

He is leaving at the end of term. I was surprised and disappointed when I heard that the school weren’t renewing his contract, seems he was a bad teacher. I never noticed that.

The disappointment lasted until I met his replacement. A mousy blonde called Kay Barber, somewhere in her mid twenties; I felt my ass twitch at the sight of her. She is shorter and slighter than me and appears the perfect candidate to be my next slave.

I resolve to have daddy make me the head girl, as she and the house teacher share a connected bathroom. It means that she will be literally on tap all year round, and as teacher and head girl we have to spend a week together before the winter term starts, more than long enough, but that’s another story.