Extra-curricular activities (Part I)
(MF, FF, blackmail, bond)

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Extra-curricular activities (Part I)
(MF, FF, blackmail, bond)

After spending the last 4 years teaching teenagers I was well versed 
in most modern events and fashion, I had realised that it often 
helped in teaching as well as my slightly unprofessional hobbies. I 
had developed a fascination of the girls in my classes. I often 
enjoyed watching the young girls develop from innocent little 
children to mature adults. Albeit mentally they often got less 
mature. I had respect for some of my students, but they were rare. 
The majority of the students I taught were part of the elite 
community in our fair town. I suppose they only took my class to 
appease their parents and to supplement their G.P.A. I had taken a 
few of the less intelligent rich girls and stripped them of their 
innocence. If they had been more intelligent they would have seen 
that all I was doing was taking advantage of their puppy love and 
their crushes. I left the girls who worked in my classes alone, I 
could tell they wanted to achieve. The dumb cheerleaders and football 
players were only their to participate in their chosen extra-
curricular activities. They would get scholarships to college and 
then live off their parents. I had learned the best ways to seduce 
these stupid little bitches. I would appeal to their stupidity that 
their grades may increase if they were a little nicer and their 
daddies and mummies would give them a raise in their allowance. Greed 
was their weakness, and I was quite happy to take advantage of it. 
Their grades did increase, for about a week before returning to their 
passing grades. I wasn’t that unprofessional. The top grades had to 
be earned through academic intelligence. Over the 4 years I had 
seduced an average of 5 girls a year. I usually spent about 2 months 
fucking them. I then dropped them quickly and moved on to covering my 
tracks and planning my next victim. I knew they wouldn’t have the 
guts to tell anyone because I had been so caring and they knew their 
upper-class parents wouldn’t approve of their sexual adventures. They 
were quite happy to continue on with their boring little lives, 
probably forgetting what they had done within a week. They were back 
to their snooty, gossiping selves. I had noticed a definite trend in 
the girls I was fucking, they were getting more and more physically 
mature, and less and less mentally mature. They were also getting 
easier to seduce. I was getting more and more bored with fucking 
these stupid, slutty whores. I had recently been playing with their 
minds. Giving them hope and then ripping it away. I loved the feeling 
of power I got from controlling their lives. I was hoping to find a 
girl that I could control beyond anything I had previously imagined. 
I wanted to see how far I could go before the girl stopped me. I had 
handcuffed several girls and they had got quite turned on, I had 
whipped one girl, she had worried me for a second but she came back 
to me sluttier than ever. I had heard that she had got involved in 
some strange shit at college. I didn’t hear many details but I don’t 
believe it was legal. For the past few months I have been recovering 
from my latest girl. She had been very strong, she probably will 
actually make something of her life. I had difficulty taking 
advantage of her, she was more equal than any other girl who had been 
in her situation. She was very passionate and she was more mature 
than any other girl before her. I had started to get attached to her 
so I left her cold. I had planned to stay with her for several more 
weeks, but I couldn’t afford to get attached to a girl who was more 
than half my age. She was 15, and I am 32. She had two very distinct 
personalities. She was the perfect rich, snooty, uptight teenager 
when she was with her friends. When I was fucking her she was a 
worldly women who was far beyond her years. I am still unsure whether 
I was the one who had decided to seduced her, or whether she had 
planned for me to initiate a relationship. I had to go back to the 
normal girl after her. I needed her to spark off my mean streak. If I 
hadn’t got close to her then I would never have had the drive to 
punish a girl, in the severity I had in mind. If I controlled a girl 
far beyond my previous victims then maybe I could make up for that 
girl. I had been reading up recently, reading stories for 
inspiration, joining websites to show me where to purchase items and 
generally building my confidence up. I had just under a month to 
prepare for my new class. I was sure there would be a candidate for 
my new improved apartment. She would be the first girl of a new 
generation of victims. She would experience things she hadn’t ever 
dreamt could happen. She would look back in years to come and wonder 
whether it had truly happened. Or at least that was my plan. I never 
followed any plan entirely, I preferred to take everything as it 
came. My apartment almost resembled some of the dungeons I had seen 
on the internet. I could hide everything if I wanted. I would not 
want to scare the girl away on her first trip to her new world. I had 
sat several days in a row imagining the various scenarios she would 
experience before she returned to her normal life. I planned to 
purchase several sets of clothes for her. She would be spending more 
time than any other girl with me, and I wanted her to be dressed 
appropriately. I had the make-up which would supplement her image. I 
would no longer allow her change in situation to be totally private. 
She would change slightly in her public life and image. She would pay 
for being born with money. I had been tormented by these girls myself 
while I was in my teens. I had worked to get myself into a position 
in power so I could reverse the situation and make them all pay for 
what they had done to me. I had very little if any private life, I 
was now 32 years old, I had a reasonable paid job and a nice little 
earner on the side. I was physically at the top of my game and I had 
no plans to slow down and maybe start a family. I had always dreamed 
of having a daughter who I could care for. I wanted to love someone 
so much it hurt. I spent many a night as a teen sitting in the dark 
dreaming of falling in love and having a family and a house and a 
dog, the standard dream. This had all been before I moved areas and 
the harassment began. I slowly retracted into a shell and I began 
plotting my revenge. At the time I achieved very little, I exposed 
several secrets but they were quickly forgotten. It wasn’t enough to 
satisfy me. The feelings had slowly faded but I never forgot. I had 
always planned to enter teaching, but I had planned to teach at 
college. I saw my opportunity for revenge and I took it. I took life 
by the throat and I was hesitant about letting go until I decided to. 
I planned to humiliate these girls and maybe one day, their type 
would be forgiven for what they had done. I didn’t know whether this 
girl would be the first of many or she would be the deciding factor 
in my life that would release me from my torture. I would be free to 
fulfil my dream and have the daughter that I had always dreamt of 
having. She would hopefully have a slight distrust of life that would 
help her deal with experiences. I had everything planned out. I just 
didn’t know when I would start fulfilling my dream. I just knew I 
would have to wait until I was satisfied with degrading the type of 
girl that had tormented me so long ago.

I was quite anxious as I headed into the school. I had spend the last 
few weeks distracting myself. I had nothing better to do, I had spent 
almost all of my time at the local gym. I had many ideas while using 
the weights. Images of what were to come flashed through my head. The 
thoughts and images of this girl and her experiences aroused me 
beyond anything I thought capable. The only thing that held back my 
climaxing whenever I pictured this girl was the fact that she had no 
face, she had an incredible body, the perfect attitude, but no face. 
I was also very anxious and this was added to my fear that this girl 
would pull out and I would have no chance of having my dream 
fulfilled. If I was found out then my life and my career would be out 
of the question. I had been researching different ways of convincing 
the girls to go along with my desires. I wanted a certain degree of 
protest, that’s what turned me on when I was fucking them, the fact 
that they really truly didn’t want to do what they were doing. I 
pulled into the quite and lonely car park, I always came in early so 
that I could prepare myself fully compared to the new style younger 
teachers who came in at the same as the students. I didn’t try to fit 
in with the students with fake interest in modern culture. I have 
always been happy with my own interests and beliefs, if the students 
didn’t like it then they could go fuck themselves. This attitude 
usually meant that the students could trusts me, I didn’t stand for 
any kind of shit and I said what I thought. Apart from my private 
life, which has always been private. As I mentioned, I only like some 
students so it annoys me that students like me so much. I set my work 
down in my small office. I was quite happy remaining a mid-level 
teacher with few responsibilities. It left me with enough time for my 
extra-curricular activities. It didn’t look like I had much money, I 
had an old ford mustang. I had been given it by my grandfather when 
he died. We had always talked for hours about sprucing her up, but 
his health prevented it. I had promised him before he died that I 
would look after her until I had the time to work on her. I had not 
forgotten this promise to my favourite relative but I had been 
terribly busy. I sometimes felt guilty, fucking these teenage prom 
queens when I could be fulfilling one of my promises. It was one of 
the things on my list when I was done punishing the girls. I often 
repeated that line, ‘once I was finished’, I wondered if I would ever 
be satisfied. I suppose the only way I would be satisfied is if one 
of them really could see past their snotty beliefs at the inner 
person. I had been contemplating longer than I thought. I heard a 
girl come in on her own. She had glasses on and her hair was back in 
a simple ponytail, I immediately liked her. I could tell she wasn’t 
one of the girls who had more money than sense. She looked like she 
was reasonably well off. Not too much, but not too little. Just 
right. She placed her books down on a table near the window. I 
immediately knew she was a dreamer, she may be intelligent but she 
prefers the beauty of the things around her than anything else. She 
walked over to me and I sat up, first impressions are very important.
“Hi, I’m Jessica West. I always like to make a good first impression 
so I thought I would introduce myself.” She held her out for me to 
shake. I took it and smiled.
“I’m Chris Hall. Mr Hall to my students, unless I like you. Which I 
think I may. I’m glad you’re in my class, you’d be wasted on some of 
the other teachers.” She blushed slightly, I don’t think she saw me 
as the blunt type. I heard other students walk in, they were 
obviously from the group that I would have to pick from, I could tell 
from their incessant chatter. They saw Jessica standing near my desk 
and I could see their eyes roll.
“Jessie Wessy, are you already sucking up.” The comment came out from 
the bright red lips of a blonde rich bitch. She fitted all 
qualifications so far, I just had to judge her intelligence. 
Physically she was almost perfect, she had large pendulous breasts 
that she had displayed prominently for all her followers to ogle. She 
had the textbook hourglass shape, the waist being almost the perfect 
size in relation to her hips. Uncommon in girls of around 15 years 
old. They were usually a little more ungendered. She was one of those 
girls who seemed to be a lot older than she really was. Mentally 
immature but physically mature by any standards. Jessica however was 
much less mature physically but from what I had seen she was mentally 
mature but physically not quite there yet. The only let down of my 
candidate was the blond hair. I was never fond of blonde girls but 
they seemed the majority of the people who fit the points for being 
selected by me. The students were all sitting down and chatting. As I 
had guessed Jessica was staring out of the window. She was doodling 
in her book. The bell rang, I thought I had missed it, obviously the 
students were starting the year in the hopes of arriving on time. It 
wouldn’t last long, it never did. I closed my door and I walked 
around the class. I was taking everyone in. The blonde’s low cut top 
provided some stimulation as I walked around. Apart from her there 
were very few candidates. Although the blonde fitted my specification 
so well. She was well on her way to being a slut anyway. She had skin 
tight trousers and knee-high boots. She had a tight low cut top that 
highlighted her large breasts. She had a black lacy bra on that was 
just visible along the top of the tight shirt she was wearing. I also 
noticed a girl who was obviously well passed slut, she was chewing 
gum and she had a short miniskirt on with stiletto heels on and 
little girl socks. She had beautiful legs but the body and face let 
her down. She had black hair and a tongue piercing. She had her legs 
slightly spread and I guessed she had on a thong or nothing. That 
inspired me, the blondes future was a little clearer. I ambled 
towards my desk and I stopped. I pick up a pen to write on the white 
board. I wrote my name in the middle of the board. I put the pen down 
and turned around. They were still chatting.
“The lesson start when I close that door, you’re knew you don’t know 
that. I have rules, I don’t take shit from anyone, especially not 
from students who think they are gods gift to the world. My name is 
on the board. Don’t think you can use the law or the school rules to 
skate around my classes, I know every single rules at the school and 
most of the laws of this state, so I can get away with anything I put 
my mind to. So I would listen to me if I was you.” The students were 
quite, they were a little stunned that a teacher would start the year 
hostile, it took most teachers a week of their new classes to drop 
the nice pretence.
“Shall we begin. I have here a list of the people who should be in 
the class, if you are late or absent in future I will write that down 
unless you have a true excuse, you cannot bend or break the rules I 
have. I will run through these in this lesson so that I can learn who 
you are.” I ran through the names on my list while I walked around 
the class, one of the other things that was given to me by my 
grandfather was an excellent memory. I would know most students by 
the next lesson. I looked at each student after I called their name. 
The blonde, the one who would be my next victim, was a Knight. The 
youngest if my memory served me right. The richest members of our 
fair little town. Her first names were Sally-Anne. Such cut names for 
such a little slut bitch. She would be renouncing those names once I 
got my hands on her. I got on with the lesson after the 
introductions. I was mindlessly running through the lesson and 
thinking about tactics. I thought I saw her examine my body at one 
point. If she thought I was attractive then it would make my task a 
lot easier. I would proceed to slowly lower her grades until she came 
to see me. Usually they would do ‘anything’ to get good grades. I 
supplied the good grades, which were her real grades, she provided 
the young wet pussy. The class was surprisingly well behaved, even 
for the very first day. You usually got the few who would cause the 
most problems being well behaved and the minor infractions of the 
rules became more noticeable. Who knows, if I was lucky I would be 
able to blackmail her for some devastating breaking of the rules. It 
had happened once, it was the cheating that let her down. She listed 
category headings to remind herself, and I caught her. She was then 
subject to a month of servicing me, blackmail is more risky because 
it is often less consenting than just seduction. I preferred 
seduction, it gave me the thrill of the chase. The advantage I had in 
this chase was the naivety of my prey. I usually knew every move that 
the prey would make. They would try to twist away from my plan and I 
would be there to catch them. The added stupidity of the girls I took 
advantage of was just a bonus. I believe I could take any girl if I 
wanted to, but I had no drive to take advantage of a girl who 
deserved a perfect life. I set homework at the end of the lesson. 
This would give me a chance to judge how low to set her mark. It gave 
my teaching ethics a trial if I had to actually improve her marks 
when I said I would. The class left quickly and I caught a comment by 
Sally towards my obvious star pupil, Jessica. I definitely heard ice 
and bitch. Jessica was the me of her class. No boy would ever ask her 
out and no girl would ever except her. I was going to do my best to 
protect her, I had to do it subtly as to prevent the other students 
from torturing her for being a teachers pet. I would do my best to 
help her in any way.

The day passed without me finding another me or another slut. There 
were the jocks and the cheerleaders but none fit my profile. Sally 
was destined to be the girl who would remember me for the rest of her 
life. The next few days I was fantasising with a new girl, Sally was 
my new fantasy model. Some of the things I dreamt about I could not 
even attempt with Sally. The hand-in date approached and I new this 
was the first step on a slippery slope that I could not go back up.

I walked around the class and I noticed there was a physical gap 
between Jessica and the desks around her. She had been forced out 
physically as well as mentally. Her work was wonderful. Her writing 
was wonderfully deep and imaginative. Her analysis of articles was so 
thorough and she concluded everything correctly. I think I had given 
her the top mark in the class. She dropped one mark in her work 
because I never gave full marks. I had never given any full marks 
because it meant there was never any improvement. The problem was 
Jessica’s work was it was so detached. It wasn’t written by her, it 
was written by the fake her, the one everyone saw. The imagination 
was definitely the real her and it stood out. I had sat at my desk 
comparing her work with Sally’s and although Sally’s barely passed in 
my class it was written by the real her, which just happened to be 
the fake her. She didn’t have a front like Jessica, she was naturally 
too fake for there to be any difference in personalities. I had 
dropped Sally’s work by an entire grades, it meant she failed, the 
mark would not be added to her G.P.A. for another few weeks within 
which she would realise that she needed to do something else to get 
her grade up to passing standard. I had to talk to Jessica though. I 
handed the work back to their owners and there were several 
successes, several failures and several averages. Nobody even asked 
Jessica how she did, neither would they have congratulated her for 
her performance. I taught the class and gave out some more work. This 
would reassure Sally that she wasn’t working hard enough and a third 
would seal her fate. I could see a little disappointment in her eyes. 
The bell rang to dismiss the students.
“Jessica, I wish to see you about your work.” She packed her bags and 
then came over to my desk. I waited for the rest of the class to 
leave and the door to close. I was going to act as though I was 
disappointed with her work, I saw some students looking in the window 
of my door. I got into the role.
“Now this may seem strange Jessica but I know what you are going 
through. Do you want to be accepted as more than just dirt to those 
snobs or do you like being rejected.” She seemed to understand.
“I want to be left alone, I don’t want to be a scapegoat but I don’t 
want to be part of their sadistic games.”
“Well you act like you didn’t get almost full marks and I will act as 
though you aren’t performing to your real performance. You will be 
accepted as just the background and you will get your wish.” She 
almost smiled. I saw her doodle book.
“I really like your art, I was wondering if I could keep one, they 
are just incredible.” I slammed the book down to stay in character. 
She tore one out and dropped it on the floor, she then ‘stormed’ out. 
She was a marvellous actress. I saw the slightly astounded look on 
the other pupils faces and their attitude to her changed entirely. I 
saw her smile brightly when they spoke to her. My plan had worked 
wonderfully, a little faster than I expected, but that is the 
fickleness of the current teen generation. She left, and for once a 
dark cloud had lifted from above me. I knew that after Sally my life 
could begin. I had avenged my treatment in a new, and different way. 
I had hidden one of my own from their grasp. She was safe to live her 
life now. She may even benefit. She was now in a position to 
manipulate them, it was perfect revenge. I had already made my plans 
for Sally, she wouldn’t escape me.

I let the lessons pass, Jessica kept up her pretence and last I heard 
she had taken over a prominent social position in their group. She 
had been communicating her plans with me with secret notes. She 
planned to blow the entire social group apart, she had it 
meticulously planned. Her plans would be such a victory for our kind. 
Sally had managed the second without giving in but when I handed her 
a third failing piece of work I saw her resign to her unknown fate. 
The lesson passed quickly and I saw Sally wait after the class had 
left. She walked over to slowly. Time slowed. I saw the resignation 
on her face. She couldn’t know what she would have to do. I was 
sweating, I was so hot. My blood was boiling. My dick was so hard it 
hurt me. She stopped in front of my desk. She sat on my desk. She had 
pulled her skirt up and this was so blatant to me. She was trying to 
use her looks to impress me. Her cheerleading skirt was lying on my 
work. I glanced towards the door, there was nobody. They didn’t want 
to see their heroin beg. She would be on her hands and knees but 
begging was not what I had planned.
“I have noticed that the grades I am getting will not pass me and my 
G.P.A. may be damaged by these grades. I was wondering if I could 
maybe do some, uh, credit work, or something that would convince you 
to push my grades up.” I had heard this time and time again.
“Well for how long would you want your grades up?” She thought I was 
giving in. The bait was there, all she had to do was bite and she 
would be mine, I could reel her in.
“Well whenever I needed to pass I would like my grades to go up.” It 
was in her mouth. I was letting her take a little line. I placed my 
hand on her leg, she was a little surprised but she hid it well.
“I have a few questions and then I will tell you my offer. Firstly, 
are you a virgin.” She blushed.
“Yes, although I have done some things.” I guessed that she meant 
hand-jobs and possibly blow-jobs. At least she wasn’t some total 
prude.
“What you be willing to do for me if I was to compromise my ethics 
and raise your grades.” Her eyes betrayed her thoughts. She was 
wondering whether she would be able to satiate me with blow-jobs or 
whether her long kept virginity would be sacrificed. She gave up.
“Anything you though would be necessary.” I caressed her right thigh. 
She had very smooth legs. It was wonderful sensation against my hand. 
It was soft, warm and so very inviting.
“Are you attracted to me, would you be willing to be sexually active 
with someone like me.” She blushed. She nodded. I smiled. She was in 
the net, I was pulling her onto the boat.
“I want a copy of your schedule so I can work around it.” She took 
one out of her bag and handed it to me. I took it and touched her 
hand gently. She thought I was actually going to be gentle and 
careful with her.
“You’re not as experience and snobby as you pretend are you.” She 
shook her head.
“Now there are several pieces of work that the grade needs changing 
on, now to ensure that you will follow through on your promise. I 
have a camera with me and I want to take a few pictures that will 
ensure you will not turn me in. Sit here and pull your blouse down 
and pucker those lips. Pretend you are a model.” She did so and when 
I mentioned a model she dropped her naivety and she did what I 
wanted. She was very good at covering her growing disgust and shame. 
She looked as though she honestly wanted to model for me. I took a 
few shots.
“Stick you tongue out and lick your nipple.” She did so, it looked 
very professional, I guessed she had seen her fair share of porn at 
some time or another. I took a few more shots.
“Leave your blouse below your breasts and lift your skirt.” She was 
following my instructions without protest, it wouldn’t last long but 
at least she had a slightly submissive nature.
“Rub you cunt and clit, masturbate for me and then suck your fingers, 
one by one.” She hesitated and then began, she had one hand rubbing 
her clit and one hand pumping her cunt with different fingers, maybe 
she wasn’t as dumb as I thought. She was going to make her finger 
licking look so good. I took pictures while she did what I had told 
her to do and I heard her approach orgasm. I would let her think that 
all I wanted to do was enjoy myself and make her happy. I would only 
crush her ideas later. I thought I heard a cat and I looked around, I 
then realised it was Sally. She was mewing softly, it was cute, then 
I realised she was about to cum. She arched her back and bit her 
tongue. She then came, she flopped on my chair and she shook gently 
for a while. Her orgasm would be the start of her descent. She was 
breathing erratically and she brought her fingers to her mouth, she 
sucked gently, her lips were pulled in and out when she sucked, her 
nose flared with her heavy breathing. Her red lips looked so 
appealing as she sucked on them. She sucked each finger she had used 
and I took pictures, I had full documented proof of her having an 
orgasm in a teacher’s chair. It was intense for a young girl. I think 
it was amplified by her thoughts of the future, the fact that an 
older man, her teacher was watching her.
“You can go.” She stood up and tried to clear her head. She brushed 
her clothes down and covered her breasts. It had only been a couple 
of minutes but it had felt like much longer. She was about to leave 
when I turned her around. I had to keep in character temporarily. I 
kissed her deeply, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she resisted 
for a second and then enjoyed an intense kiss from a very experienced 
older man. I was holding her gently and she put her hands around my 
back. She was getting into it. I let her go and I brushed a piece of 
her hair behind her ear. She opened the door, turned and smiled 
lustily, she thought that she was getting away with a high grade and 
also getting experience and pleasure. She thought there was nothing 
that she was loosing. She would soon learn, but I had learnt to take 
it slowly. The door closed after spending a while open. I turned to 
the door and saw Jessica. She was smiling. I was worried but I kept a 
straight face.
“Hello Jessica, what would you like.” She smiled evilly. I was 
worried she had been twisted by her new social position.
“I would like an explanation of what you were just doing with Sally 
and I would like to be a partner in your little game.” I smiled, she 
was more like me than I thought. I explained to her over lunch why I 
did what I did and she comforted me, she agreed and she explained her 
story of life.
“I propose we work together with Sally.” I wasn’t sure I wanted two 
girls implicated at once.
“I don’t know.” She put her hand on my arm.
“Have you ever thought of forcing a straight girl to pleasure another 
girl, it twists their mind so much. I have never tried but I have 
watched for a long time. They believe it is so disgusting.” She was 
so smart. If I had only known her when I was young then I would have 
asked her out so quickly. We had so much in common.
“Ok, you can join, as long as you do not give it away.” She nodded 
and then stopped.
“I noticed I had dropped a mark on my work. Explain.” She was working 
me.
“I never give full marks.” She blatantly wanted me to raise her 
marks.
“I am the best candidate for a scholarship but I want to be sure. I 
can’t afford to go to college so I must get the scholarship.” I 
nodded.
“Fine, you get full marks and revenge, I get a teenage lesbian and 
new ideas.” She smiled her evil little smile again.
“Oh, you get more than that, but I will let my plans lay themselves 
out.” She kissed me on the forehead and left. I had no clue what she 
meant but the benefits I got where more than I had ever hoped for. 
The ideas flooded my mind, Sally had no clue what she was letting 
herself into.

I loaded the pictures onto my computer and relieved myself before 
going to bed and thinking about so many things that needed to be 
done. I printed off the pictures as large as they would go before 
looking pixelated and the details would be difficult to make out. I 
put them up in my room, they would be used to play with her mind. I 
had a large disk on my computer that I kept the pictures of all my 
girls on. They all posed the same way the first time and then I 
randomly took pictures to show their progress. I regularly went back 
and remembered my time with each girl. Many an idea had been inspired 
by those trips down memory lane. I couldn’t wait to fuck Sally, she 
would be my third virgin, she was special though, she was my last. 
Jessica’s plans almost told me that she would be the most memorable 
as well. I couldn’t remember many of the ideas I had had while I was 
being tortured by those girls. I could only guess what twisted plans 
Jessica had for Sally. Whatever she did to Sally would be out of my 
hands, meaning that anything I wouldn’t have the guts to do for fear 
of being found out, Jessica could do with impunity because there was 
no risk for her expect a bad reputation and she had suffered much 
worse than that so she had nothing to loose. People can go to the 
extreme when they have nothing to loose, it sent a chill up my spine 
as I sat in bed with thoughts of Jessica and Sally.

I woke with a large hard-on and I knew that soon it would be satiated 
at any time I wanted. These rich girls often had parents who weren’t 
around much of the time, I had once kept a girl at my apartment for a 
whole week. She had been in the early few and that meant she wasn’t 
tortured, she was just fucked as much as I could stand. I knew for a 
fact this record wouldn’t stand. Sally’s parents hardly ever came 
back, she was pretty much living on her own, she only had staff who 
really didn’t care for any of the family, the fewer there were the 
happier they were. I knew her parents came down for her birthday, 
Xmas, new year, and thanksgiving. It was nowhere near any of those so 
I could keep her at my house indefinitely. I was friends with many of 
the staff of these rich snobbish families. I would often spend nights 
playing poker with the butlers and listening to their stories of 
their respective families. The stupidity of some of them was 
incredible. I had often considered letting them join in but then it 
would take the emphasis off of my revenge and onto theirs. They would 
also have less respect for keeping it quiet. They were loud mouths. 
They often bragged of things that I knew had never happened, I kept 
quiet and sober. Only Jessica had ever found out. I let her join in 
because her revenge was the same as mine. She was also my friend. I 
knew that I had to stay close to her. We could work so well together 
in a team. I followed my normal morning routine but a little happier. 
Everything was going my way as well as the beginning of my life. This 
was shaping up to be a fantastic time in my life. I left at the usual 
time and arrived early. I walked into the class to see a beautiful 
girl in my seat. It was Jessica. She smiled at me and she got up.
“I thought I would greet you when you got in.” She kissed me on the 
cheek. She seemed to treat me more as a mentor, a father than 
anything else. I would have to check her record. I put my case down 
and sat down in my seat.
“Do you know what you are going to do with her.” I nodded and 
grinned.
“I was hoping to get her to leave her lovely house for a while. Her 
family don’t come home often. She won’t be missed. I will keep her at 
my apartment where I have my, tools.” She giggled.
“Can I come with you when you leave tonight. My mother lets me do 
what I like most of the time. We can work on Sally.” I considered 
this.
“I don’t know, I have learned to take it slow with my girls.” She 
rolled her eyes.
“I know more about teenage girls than you do, I know how to take it 
quick and take it slow at the same time. I can help, I told you that. 
We can do whatever we want with a little manipulation.” She held up a 
book, it was entitled hypnosis the unknown. It was my turn to roll my 
eyes.
“You know so many people distrust me, when I show them that book. I 
will come with you tonight and prove that this works. You could 
advance your project several weeks in one night.” I smiled. I kissed 
her forehead back.
“You know your wife must love you so much.” I knew she was fishing, I 
let it fly.
“I don’t have a wife.” Her face softened.
“Well, you’ll make a fabulous husband one day.” She smiled. It was a 
slightly deceptive smile. I couldn’t quite identify what she was 
thinking. She leaned close as we heard the students approaching,
“I can’t wait to have her head between my legs and her soft lips 
caressing my clitoris.” She stuck her tongue out and she then sat 
down. She had shaken me a bit. She had changed so much from a few 
weeks back when she was a nervous dreamer. I didn’t have to change 
her marks like I had said, her work had taken on a more honest tone 
and it was much improved from her first work. It was a lot grittier 
and so much more intelligent. She was so far beyond her body 
mentally. The students walked in. Sally hesitated when she saw me but 
she carried on gossiping but she had quietened considerably. She 
would do more than that tonight. The lesson was quick, I couldn’t 
concentrate, Jessica had shaken me. They handed in their homework as 
they left and I told Sally that she had to come back at lunch to 
discuss her work. Jessica was listening in and she winked. Sally left 
without saying a word, she was having second thoughts. I could tell 
from her eyes. I sat in my seat, I couldn’t wait for the evening, I 
had several classes before I could leave, and I had to see her before 
I could fuck her.

Lunch arrived slowly, as it would when you are waiting for an event 
and Sally turned up with Jessica. Sally tried to make Jessica wait 
outside but Jessica wouldn’t have it. Sally was nervous. I was not, I 
knew Jessica had planned it this way.
“I want you to come to my apartment after school, my address is on 
this card, be there at 7. You don’t have to worry about clothes and 
food, they will be there for you. Jessica, you can come to.” Jessica 
had moved from beside Sally to standing next to me.
“What is going on between you two, are you fucking.” Jessica shook 
her head and laughed.
“He is my mentor, we work together. He’s told me about your little 
problem and adventure yesterday, I can’t wait to see the pictures. I 
will be aiding him with your payment. You will be helping me to.” I 
was holding back laughter at the look on Sally’s face.
“I think you need a little taster. Jessica, why don’t you taste 
Sally’s full luscious lips.” Sally pulled away.
“I’m not a lesbian, don’t make me do this.” I smiled. Jessica moved 
closer smiling and licking her lips with desire.
“I’m not, you’ll do it of your own desire, don’t you want to 
experience another girl’s lips, her taste, the way she knows your 
body like no other. Her dark red lips kissing and licking you all 
over, giving you more pleasure than you have ever experienced. Her 
nails scraping gently along your thighs.” Jessica grabbed Sally’s ass 
and kissed her aggressively, she pushed her tongue into Sally’s mouth 
and Sally relented, she kissed back, she slowly rubbed Jessica’s back 
and then her ass. There were two teenage girls making out in front of 
me, I couldn’t wait for later that day. Jessica pulled Sally’s hair 
back and licked Sally’s neck and face. It was so erotic. Jessica’s 
tongue caressed every part of Sally’s head. It was so submissive by 
Sally and so passionate and animal from Jessica. Jessica held Sally’s 
nose closed and latched onto her mouth. I stood and held Sally’s arms 
behind her. Sally struggled due to the loss of her breathing ability. 
Jessica kept kissing her passionately and Sally’s eyes widened. She 
was focusing and unfocusing. She then shook and I suddenly realised 
she had just had an orgasm without Jessica touching her anywhere near 
an erogenous zone. Jessica pulled away and left. Sally fell over and 
breathed so deeply. I had caught her and I let her recover before she 
rushed out. She had secretly loved it and I knew she would be at my 
apartment. I had learnt so much in such a small amount of time. 
Jessica was obviously not as naïve as I had first imagined. She would 
be an asset I would have to keep as close as possible. I had a few 
more classes and a while after that before I could experience what 
had wet my appetite so much just a second ago. The lessons passed as 
slowly as possible. As they say a watched kettle never boils. It 
isn’t just a saying, anticipation is one of the biggest factors in 
the speed at which time passes. Not whatever Einstein or Hawking 
suggested. It had nothing to do with the speed of light, it was all 
in the mind. Even if time was passing at the normal rate, it didn’t 
feel like it. I was willing the lesson to go by so much that I even 
let some of my own rules be bent. I let the last class go a little 
early so I could go home. I would try to take my mind off what was 
going to happen. I would read a little and realise it frustrated me, 
the same applied to the television. There was nothing as intense as 
what I was waiting for. Luckily my favourite girl turned up early as 
well, she was as hyped as I was.
“You didn’t wait for me, I had to get here under my own steam. Are we 
a little apprehensive, are we a little excited. I brought my book 
with me to prove what I said.” She showed me her book, I rolled my 
eyes again.
“Don’t be so distrusting of things you know nothing about. I will 
prove to you this book will make her do whatever I want. Now I want 
to see the collection of clothes that you said you had. I would like 
to change into something a little more comfortable.” I led her 
through my apartment. She noticed everything I had added for my 
girls. I opened a large wall closet and she audibly gasped when she 
saw I had everything. She picked out a padded bra, a tight pair of 
PVC pants and a PVC crop top. She picked out some high heels and 
stripped. I turned and I heard her stamp her foot.
“Excuse me, you ogled her, why not me, am I less attractive.” I 
turned and she had a wicked smile on her face. She was pulling up her 
PVC pants without any panties on. I helped her pull them up past her 
bald baby cunt.
“Its so sexy shaved don’t you think.” I ran my tongue up her stomach 
and sucked her nipple on the way past.
“I’ll take that as a yes. I am only a lesbian most of the time, for 
the special few I can be straighter than you could ever imagine.” She 
pulled on the bra and then the top.
“These babies were slow on my mother apparently.” She was cupping her 
non-existent breasts.
“Hers are at least Ds and I have none. Let me put on the shoes and 
then you can show me the pictures of your girls.” I grinned and 
watched her pull the straps on her shoes around her calves. They were 
very attractive legs and I couldn’t help but stare. I also saw her 
painted toenails and long white nails. She ran them along her leg and 
stared into my eyes.
“Take me, into your room.” I picked her up and took her into the room 
I had set up for my computer. I had spent all my money on this 
computer, the clothes and the equipment. She stared in awe.
“How can you afford this on a teacher’s salary.” I pouted.
“Money management my dear. A very useful skill in the real world. 
I’ll teach you if you would like.” She nodded without speaking a 
word. I loaded up my pictures and Jessica searched through them. She 
noticed that they had all started the Sam way and I had documented 
everything new that had taken place. Jessica groaned when she saw the 
first pictures with the ball gag and handcuffs.
“I have always had a partiality for bondage, it is just the basis for 
all submissiveness, handing yourself over to someone else for them to 
release you whenever they are ready, it is the turning point in a 
relationship, it would have to be a sign of love if I ever let 
someone tie me up.” She was obviously passionate about this issue. 
She kept looking through them. I heard a light knock at the door. I 
let Jessica look through the pictures at her leisure while I 
collected our project. She gasped occasionally, as mature as she 
believed she was, she was just a girl who had little practical 
experience in the field in which we were entering. I heard another 
careful knock and I opened the door to see Sally turning to leave. I 
put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her in. She looked shocked 
before she saw me. Then the feeling changed to worry, curiosity and a 
little anger. I led her through to the clothing cupboard and handed 
her a leather miniskirt, a cotton top with no bra, thong panties, 
stockings and heels.
“You will change into this, nothing more, nothing less. If you do 
then I’m afraid you will be punished.” She waited for me to leave 
before stripping, she was nowhere near as eager as Jessica. She was a 
little more private. A little strange since I had seen her masturbate 
to orgasm just a little while ago. I went to fetch Jessica who had 
moved off the computer and she had her eyes closed, holding her feet 
and stroking the tops of them. I wondered what was going on. Her eyes 
opened quickly.
“I know it’s a little strange but its what turns me on, I love feet 
and nails, everything feminine turns me on. I hope she is changing 
into something more to my liking.” She put her feet on the floor and 
stood up. I led her to the room where Sally was still dressing. 
Jessica rolled her eyes.
“We will punish you if you take this long again. I will help you, 
don’t struggle.” Jessica pulled Sally’s leg into her lap and grabbed 
a stocking. She rolled it up and slowly pulled it up Sally’s leg, 
blatantly caressing her leg on the way up. The stocking ended just 
above her skirt, the lace being visible when she stood up. Jessica 
‘smoothed’ the stocking while she brought her hands back down her leg 
before beginning on the other leg. She repeated her performance and I 
could see Sally slow what she was doing and start to breathe a little 
heavier, not being able to resist the feeling of nylon and gentle 
female hands on her sensitive legs and thighs. Jessica indulged her 
favourite fetish when she put on the shoes. They were simple strappy 
3 inch heels. To be honest, my personal fetish was high heels and 
teasing. Being a dominant person meant teasing was something that I 
didn’t often experience. Jessica kissed each toe after she had pulled 
the erotic footwear onto Sally’s beautiful feet. I knew that they 
would be used by Jessica a lot in the coming months. Sally was 
finished not long after Jessica’s teasing and we led her into the 
room. We sat her down on my large sofa and I pulled Jessica away.
“You can prove to me that the book works some other time, firstly I 
want to try overloading her senses. Put some perfume on, I have some 
strong smelling erotic perfume next to my cologne. Then put some 
make-up on make sure your lips are large and soft. We will kiss and 
caress every part of her body, she will get so aroused. I want to 
enjoy the sensuality of a new partner tonight. Just make love to her. 
Although you can join in. I want her to think we are the submissive 
pair and she controls everything. Then we crush her beliefs and 
identities, it will make her more pliable and it makes a refreshing 
change from what I normally do to girls later on. I don’t often get 
to be the sub and I enjoy it in very small doses. Don’t you feel the 
same sometimes.” I could see her mind working. She kissed my cheek.
“What a wonderful idea. She will be so deluded. We can break her so 
badly.” Jessica had such a twisted view on reality. It was so screwed 
up, it turned me on so badly. I knew I had to separate Jessica from 
my girls. It would be wrong to punish her the way I punished those 
who had been so unpleasant to me. I would have to enjoy her by proxy. 
Sally would take what I wanted to give to Jessica. Only once I had 
finished punishing the girls could I allow sex to be a true sign of 
my love for the one I gave it to. Jessica was standing above me 
staring at my expression. I had let my mind wander again. It was a 
habit I had picked up along the years. Another attribute I shared 
with Jessica. I stood and composed myself. I had to honestly believe 
that Sally was in charge to enable me to act the part realistically. 
If I didn’t believe it then she would see through it if she looked 
close enough. Jessica appeared to be doing the same. Hopefully Sally 
was thick enough to not link the parts we were about to play with 
what had happened earlier in the day in the classroom. We headed into 
the living room and I tapped Jessica on the shoulder and indicated I 
had an idea and to play along. We sat on either side of Sally and I 
lowered my head a bit. I took her hand gently in my own two and I 
brought it close to me.
“You probably have the wrong impression of why you are her with 
Jessica and I.” She looked at her hand, a little distrust in her eye. 
I knew how to remove it, flattery will get you everywhere in the 
world.
“We just want to be blessed with the honour of your body, it is so 
incredible that we want to be allowed to touch it, to caress it. 
Anything you desire we will attempt to fulfil. Just allow us to 
worship your incredible body, your long elegant legs, your incredibly 
perfect ass, your faultless breasts and nipples, and your face that 
could only be seen elsewhere on a goddess. Please allow us to devote 
ourselves to you.” Sally was blushing and I could see the compliments 
fuelling her ego and leading her along a path that didn’t really 
didn’t exist. She could have pulled out now and our plan would have 
backfired she would have got honest grades and I could never 
recapture her. She was too power hungry to accept what she had and 
she grabbed the opportunity presenting itself to her. She would 
regret it, but for know she would get her greatest wish. Two people 
who honestly cared for nothing accept her. Jessica would never be 
happy with someone just being attracted to her body and she would 
have fought the entire distance to escape from the same situation, 
girls like Sally were too vapid to try and run for her life and 
innocence. Her voice took on a new tone that I had only heard in the 
first few lessons. It was a powerful tone, she had control, she had 
two lives in her hands and she couldn’t resist it. As they say, 
“absolute power corrupts absolutely”. She was most definitely 
corrupted by the opportunity I was giving her.
“You two worthless maggots may worship my body for as long as you 
wish. I will be in control and you will only do something if I tell 
you. If you disobey me I will take away the privilege of honouring 
your goddess. In fact you will only call me goddess from now on. Do 
you understand and agree.” She had no clue what she had let herself 
in for, whatever she did would come back to her twofold. We kept the 
submissive façade and our innocent eyes trained on her. We nodded 
mindlessly. She enjoyed that.
“Now you will be called male and female from now on. Your names don’t 
mean anything to me anymore. Now male, take my clothes off and 
massage me. If you have oils use them. I left to fetch the oils I had 
bought and I could just hear what was going on in the living room.
“You will pay for what you did to me you disgusting lesbian slut. I 
haven’t showered since this morning and I want you to clean me, first 
my feet, then my asshole, then my armpits, and of course you should 
never forget to clean behind the ears. You must only use your 
tongue.” Jessica loved the idea, Sally had no idea how much Jessica 
would love what she was being ordered to do. She was growing to like 
the idea of being a submissive occasionally. I heard Jessica’s mouth 
begin to make sucking noise as she began to clean Sally’s toes. Sally 
must have taken off her stockings and shoes while I was looking for 
the oils.
“Male, get a move on. I want a massage and I want it now.” I grabbed 
the oils and ran back in. Sally smiled when she saw the oils. She 
took her skirt and top off and lay down on her front. I would begin 
at her shoulders and then move down her body before beginning on her 
front. I slowly put pressure on her smooth tanned skin. Her blonde 
hair laid splayed out on the cushion, I couldn’t see her face and she 
was only breathing lightly. I had allowed the oil to rest on her back 
before I used it and then I added more to her body. Her skin folded 
and resisted the pressure as I pushed my hands around her back. I 
could feel the beat of her heart and the steady rhythmic breaths she 
took. To be honest it was a very relaxing environment. I could hear 
nothing else except occasional sucking noises from Jessica and the 
breathing of Sally as she enjoyed the intense pleasure we were 
bestowing upon her. I had learned to massage from my mother. She had 
often come home a little stressed and she had taught me to massage 
her for every occasion. She would often get up suddenly while I was 
massaging her and I wouldn’t see her for a while, only occasionally 
hearing a squeak from the bathroom. At the time it had confused me 
but I had learned why she had taught me every way to massage her. She 
became aroused by my technique and then used the taboo of the 
situation as a stimulus for masturbation. When I had first figured it 
out I was disgusted and I hadn’t talked to my mother for a while. I 
then allowed myself to look objectively at the situation in order to 
understand why she did what she did. I had then decided that everyone 
needed to relive sexual feelings in some way and if that was her way 
and it didn't hurt me then I supposed it was Ok. I had used her 
panties to get off occasionally and she had never commented so I 
decided she let me do it in return for her massages. My father was a 
mystery, I never asked, my mother never told. We had an 
understanding. I was thinking through my days as a child while 
absently stroking my hands around the beautiful, slightly brown, skin 
on a perfect 15 year olds back. I concentrated more on the current 
situation and I was quickly hard again. Jessica had swapped feet due 
to a command from our ‘goddess’. I was slowly progressing down her 
back, the skin got softer and more like a babies the closer I got to 
the virgin territory of her ass. I suddenly began to notice the 
erotic heat and smell that had permeated the room. My hands were 
slightly cold and so the heat from her skin was all the more 
noticeable. I saw the skin on her beautiful cheeks stretch lightly 
before I moved away and the muscle jumped back into place and 
undulated gently. I noticed very small dimples on her ass. I could 
feel them below my fingers as they travelled slowly around an area 
that I shouldn’t really be anywhere near. If anyone knew what I was 
doing I would be arrested. It provided a little extra excitement for 
me. The taboo. The young immature flesh that was sliding beneath my 
cool oily hands. There was a tiny piece of baby fat which made her 
skin stick slightly to my fingers. I could feel the cushion-like 
softness of her ass in comparison to her well muscled back, she would 
need a healthy muscled back to support the weight of those large 
pendulous breasts. The anticipation from early had disappeared and it 
was replaced by pure excitement. I had the thighs of a mid-teen 
cheerleader in my 32 year old hands. Most men would give a lot to be 
in the same position I was in, and all I wanted to do was go further 
with her. This girl was only a few years into puberty, she was still 
thinking about first kisses and still had the youthful innocence and 
dreams that all young girls should have. She was not long out of the 
doll stage and she was only just starting her real life. It was such 
a strange feeling. I was learning to drive, being tormented by girls 
her age when she was born. She was in diapers when I was in college. 
She was learning to talk while I was struggling to manage with my 
first girlfriends and plotting revenge. There were 17 years 
difference between us. She was younger than the difference in years. 
It intensified my hard-on and I sped up my massaging. I moved down 
the soft skin towards Jessica’s enthusiastic sucking mouth. I could 
see the fierce pleasure and arousal on her face as she worked her 
tongue and lips around every part of the foot of this plutocratic 
slut. I could see her right foot was drying but it still glistened in 
the evening light. The beautiful pedicure made her feet look 
incredible. She had obviously been wearing high-heels for a while 
because she had an impressive arch, it looked so sexy due to her tiny 
feet, in comparison with the rest of her body her feet were very 
small. Jessica occasionally sucked in several toes into her mouth, 
coating them with saliva before moving to the next. Her eyes were 
closed and one hand rubbed the crotch of her pants. I swapped legs 
and started to move back up her body, I was going to play with 
Jessica’s mind as well, just to tease. I moved up to Sally’s ear and 
whispered to her about Jessica’s crotch activities. She turned over 
and sat up.
“Female. I didn’t say you could fuck yourself, you will do that if I 
allow you to, wait there.” Sally got up and headed into the clothes 
room. She came out with handcuffs. She pulled Jessica’s hands behind 
her back and Jessica struggled, it was a real struggle, she wasn’t 
willing to let that part of her go. Sally was obviously fitter than 
Jessica and I almost regretted telling her. I heard the click of the 
cuffs and Sally lay down on her back. Her legs rested on the table so 
and her legs were spread slightly.
“Female I want you to get down under my legs and lick my asshole. 
Don’t stop till I tell you, you will have to you your brown nose to 
burrow through my tight cheeks to get there. Male you can start on my 
front. You also get a little reward.” She mimed ‘come here’ I did so 
and she closed her eyes and pouted her lips. I got the picture. I 
kissed her and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We kissed quite 
passionately, obviously this was one of the things she knew how to 
do.” She stopped and her breathing had become deeper.
“Male, you are one excellent kisser, I will have to keep you around.” 
She waved me away and lay back with her eyes closed. I began with her 
ankles and I massaged both legs at the same time. I wanted to cover 
as much ground as possible. I wanted to get to the mountains on her 
chest as fast as possible. The objects she teased everyone with were 
exposed in front of her teacher. I worked my magic up both legs, the 
soft inside thighs, the harder but still baby-soft calves and knees. 
At the waist I contemplated playing with her young virgin pussy but I 
suddenly realised what I was doing, I wanted to start my real life. 
What was I doing fucking around like this. I stood up picked Sally up 
and put her down on the couch, she had only just opened her eyes and 
she was shocked. I just couldn’t be bothered to play any games. I 
picked up Jessica and took the cuffs off her. I had bought them, I 
knew exactly how to take them off and after 14 years in the gym it 
didn’t matter whether I knew how to work them, I could rip them off 
her arms. I was holding her wrists together and I cuffed them 
together. I picked her thong off the floor and I rolled it into a 
ball. It went straight into her mouth, her eyes were as wide as I had 
ever seen a girls eyes. I had never been this aggressive. The 
frustration that had never been released and had built up with other 
girls was coming out now, fuck the games, fuck the plans, fuck the 
hypnosis. This would be raw torture.
Cont. SOON. 

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