2 comments/ 80486 views/ 12 favorites Teacher's Pet? Ch. 02 By: ssnatch After she left, I got up and sat on the couch for almost an hour, just trying to absorb what had just happened. One part of me was completely excited that I had just an amazing sexual experience with a hot young woman. That part of me wanted to go into the bedroom and stroke my cock like she had told me to. The other part of me was freaked out that I had just crossed a line that was totally forbidden. Teachers and students just don't cross that line. It was one thing to fantasize, it was another to act. Both sides were fighting inside my head, keeping me from being able to have any clarity on the situation. Eventually, the side that was jacked that I had gotten dominated by a hot young thing won out, rationalizing that crossing the taboo line was just as exciting, and that if I didn't obey her, I was screwed at work, so I had no choice but to enjoy it. I knew it wasn't necessarily the most well thought out argument, but sometimes you have to think with the little head. I was just finishing hand washing her stockings, and I was reaching for her g-string when I realized that they probably still smelled of her. I stopped, hung the stockings on the shower curtain rod, and picked up the g-string. I held it to my nose, and smelled them. I was right, it still smelled of her. Her rich aroma bled off of them like she was still here. My cock immediately responded, getting hard almost instantly. I remembered that she had told me to masturbate nearly to climax at least ten times tonight. I wasn't sure I could, but with the help of her g-string, I got started. I lay back on my bed, closed my eyes, and held her g-string to my nose while I stroked my cock. I re-lived our encounter in my head. It didn't take long before I felt my cum welling up in my balls. I stopped stroking, and pulled the g-string from my nose. My excitement faded, and I was able to start stroking again. I started to smell her g-string again. I managed to keep this up for 5 rounds, but each became progressively shorter. I decided I had better stop, or I would go past the point of no return. By now, my balls were aching for release. I needed to distract myself, so I got dressed again, and turned on the TV. An hour of channel surfing helped mildly, but my mind was still unable to stop thinking about her. She had told me to call her Mistress. I decided to look on the Internet to see what I could find. It didn't take long, and I had found numerous web sites dedicated to female domination of men including some sites that had stories and even essays on the topic. The more I read, the more turned on I was by the idea of being dominated by her. My cock was hard, and I was stroking myself as I clicked through web pages. I found videos of women whipping men, then teasing them, and using them for their own pleasure. In one, the woman sat on the guy's face, and rode his tongue to orgasm. I was so caught up in the videos, that I forgot what I was doing, and I felt my balls tightening, and my orgasm about to erupt. I squeezed my shaft hard, and clenched my pc muscles. Disaster narrowly averted. When I was sure I had control, I released my grip on my cock, and just sat in my desk chair, staring at the computer screen. The rest of the night included a cold shower, four more masturbation sessions ending in more frustration, and then washing her g-string. "Mistress's g-string" I told myself and smiled. I awoke the next morning with a clear case of blue balls. My morning hard on was calling out to me for relief. I showered, and headed to school. At school, teaching gave me something to focus my attention. As the day passed, I grew increasingly distracted, losing my train of thought many times in class. Whether the students noticed or not, I couldn't tell. When the final class period rolled around, my nerves were a little on edge. She again took a seat in the front row. I could smell her perfume as I started class. I had to park myself behind my lectern to hide the tent in my pants. While reviewing homework problems, Tish raised her hand for the first time during class. "Yes, Miss Hanson, do you have a question?" I asked. I saw a few students look at each other, clearly noticing that I didn't call her by her first name like I do every other student. "Will you show *me* problem *69* from the book on the board, please?" she asked, with an emphasis on 'me' and '69′. I looked down, pretending to look at my copy of the textbook, but I was really looking to see whether or not I could leave the relative safety of the lectern. My small head was not cooperating. Fortunately, I had an idea. "Yes, of course...in fact, I have an idea, who would like to show us number 69?" I asked the room, looking for a volunteer. No one moved but I did hear a couple students laugh at the numerical reference. All the students just stared back at me. "Oh come on everyone, let's have a volunteer," I coaxed them, almost pleading. Fortunately, one of the girls in the back finally raised her hand. "Terrific, Miss Jackson, thank you." She worked her way to the front of the room, took some chalk, and proceeded to solve problem 69 on the board. "Good job, Miss Jackon. Miss Hanson, did that help?" I asked. Tish gave me a look that told me I was in trouble. "Yes, I will review it again later tonight," she replied with emphasis on 'tonight'. The rest of class proceeded rather uneventfully. I managed to get myself under control, and I was able to leave the safe confines of the lectern. At the end of class, the students disappeared as was their usual practice, and Tish remained. "Tonight, we will work on your ability to follow directions," she scolded me, then stood, and walked out of the room. As usual, I watched her hips and ass as she exited the room. I knew that I was in trouble, but I was also excited by the idea that she was going to discipline me somehow. **** I paced back and forth in my apartment, peering out the window every couple of passes, looking for Tish to arrive. I had placed her stockings and panties, washed and neatly folded, on the coffee table by the couch. While I knew she had said she would return at the same time, I was unable to just do other things, despite the fact that it was only 7 o'clock. For the next hour, I paced and thought about the night before, the smell of her pussy on her panties, class today, and my punishment. When 8 o'clock finally rolled around, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, and she strode in without invitation this time. She had a small bag with her that she dropped on the coffee table next to her stockings and panties. She sat on the couch, turning to look my way. "You are disappointing me in so many ways today. You have a lot to learn. When you know that I'm coming over, from now on, you are to greet me at the door on your knees, naked, looking down. You should stay there until I tell you otherwise. If I surprise you, and show up unannounced, then you should be on your knees when you greet me at the door, and once I am inside, you are to strip immediately. To greet me, I want you to say, 'Hello Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve.' Do you understand?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress." "Good, then what are you waiting for?" she asked somewhat exasperated. I quickly realized what she meant, and I stripped out of my clothes, and then knelt where I stood, eyes cast at the floor. My cock was rock hard already. "Are you going to greet me you stupid bitch?" "Oh!...er...Hello Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve." "There, that's better. That wasn't so hard, was it?" "No, Mistress, it was not hard." "Better. Now, about earlier today. I asked you to show me a problem on the board, and you handed it off to that little-miss-know-it-all in class. Remember, when I ask you to do something, you are to obey! For such insubordination, you deserve to be punished. Look inside my bag, and I want you to choose your punishment." I crawled to the coffee table, and then unzipped the bag. I began to pull out objects, and lay them on the table, one at a time. The first was a wide leather belt. The next was a hair brush. I reached into the bag and found a small pile of clothes pins. Finally, I pulled out pair of red satin panties. Looking over the collection of things, I had an idea what punishment the belt might bring, and it scared me. Likewise, the clothes pins looked like they could might be painful. The hair brush and the panties seemed innocuous to me. If she was going to dress in sexy red satin panties or have me brush her hair, who was I to argue? My hands touched each of them once. The silky smooth fabric of the panties felt so nice, I picked them up, and looked to her. "Good choice pet," she congratulated. I smiled, remembering when I had first caught a glimpse of her panties. "Now, put those down, and bring me the other three things." I felt my stomach tighten, and a feeling of dread swept through me. I did as she said, and brought to her belt, the brush, and the pins. "Kneel in front of me." I knelt in front of her. My cock began to soften as fear of what she was going to do crept into me. She clearly noticed, "Not so happy to see me anymore?" She took my cock into her hand and began to stroke it lightly while she looked me in the eyes with her piercing gaze. I was instantly hard again. Smiling, she took one the clothes pins, and pinched it, showing me how it opened and closed. She released my cock, then began to lightly flutter her finger over my left nipple. Despite my fear, my cock was now rock hard, and I could feel my nipple hardening. Then she pinched it, and pulled, not too hard, but enough to send painful but enjoyable sensations through me. I watched in almost detached fascination as she brought the clothes pin to my nipple, opened it and then saw its mouth close upon my outstretched nipple. When she released it, and it caught on me, then I was suddenly back in myself, as a painful jolt hit me. I sucked in air, trying not to react too much to the pain. "Good slut. Take your punishment quietly like a good little pet," she cooed. A feeling like I was going flush was there, then it was gone at her praise, and then was replaced by the dull ache in my left nipple. She repeated the process for my right nipple. I anticipated the initial pain, and I was better able to control my breathing when the clothes pin clamped down on me. "Mmm my pet is learning quickly, good," she praised again. That same feeling hit me again. She picked up another clothes pin, and then her other hand cupped my balls. A feeling of dread passed through me as I imagined what was coming next. She pinched some of the skin on my scrotum, and in no time, she had attached 3 clothes pins. I almost didn't feel the pain in my nipples now as a sharper throbbing pain in my balls overwhelmed me. Tish was clearly enjoying herself. I watched her face as she attached the last clothes pin, and I had the distinct feeling that she was not only having fun torturing me, but she was getting turned on. Her mouth was slightly open, and I saw her lick her lips. Seeing this, my cock felt like it was getting harder. The pain was livable, but it was constant, and yet, my arousal did not wane. Next, she picked up the belt, stood, and walked behind me. I held my breath, afraid she was going to strike me with it. It took all my self-control to not standup and run for the bathroom, the only room in my apartment with a lock. I felt her take first one arm, then the other. Then I felt the belt being wrapped around my upper arms. Then my arms were pulled toward each other behind my back. She used the belt to pull my elbows and upper arms toward each other behind me. It wasn't comfortable, but mostly, it made me feel more vulnerable. The only way I was going to get this belt off me was to bring my arms even closer together to create slack on the belt, and I knew I wasn't that flexible. "Very good," she praised me again, and as before, I felt the same feeling. I concluded that I liked that feeling. I liked it when she praised me for being good. She reached around me, and took the hair brush. It was a wooden brush with a oval head, maybe 4 inches long and 3 inches at its widest. The brush part was one of those plastic types with the little round balls on the ends of each spine. I didn't know what she was going to do with it. My hair was so short that I didn't even own a comb, let alone a brush. Just as I was thinking this, I felt a sudden sharp pain in my ass. She had struck me with the brush. I cried out in surprise and pain. "Now, slut, you will be punished for your failure to follow orders today in class! Count outloud." Smack! "Two," I said through gritted teeth, trying to relax and let the pain flow through me. "No, that was one, the other one didn't count. If you make another mistake, I will have to start over again," she scolded me. Smack! "One," I started counting again. "No, that was three. I thought you were a math teacher." "What, but you said--" "Don't argue with me. You failed again. That was one, but if I correct you, you should thank me for my help, not argue. Now I'm going to start again, and double your punishment," she said, chastising me. Smack! "One." Smack! "Two." She continued to administer the spanking with the brush in at a steady pace, alternating from one cheek to the other. My ass was burning with pain by ten, and I realized she never told me how many I was to get. When I got to fifteen, I could feel tears starting to collect in the corners of my eyes. When I got to twenty, she stopped. "Good pet, you've taken your punishment well," she praised me. All harshness was gone from her voice. She was whispering in my ear, and I could smell her perfume. She ran her hands down my chest, until her hands were on the clothes pins. I watched as she gripped them, toyed with them a little, sending little rushes of sensation through my nipples to my core. Then she pulled on them without squeezing them hard enough to pull them from my nipples. Pain rushed back into my nipples. I must have closed my eyes because I didn't see her remove the clothes pins on my balls, but when the pain and burning flared up, I knew what was happening. Fortunately, the stinging was short-lived. In seconds, I just had a lingering discomfort in my nipples and balls, but my ass still burned. It wasn't as bad, but I was not looking forward to sitting. I felt her hands now caressing my chest and nipples. Tish was standing behind me, arms draped over my shoulders. Her soothing caresses had my cock back at full attention. She leaned down, took my earlobe between her teeth, and bit lightly. A flick of her tongue, and she was whispering in my ear again, "You like it when I touch you, don't you my pet? It makes you hard. I like a hard cock. Who's cock is this?" she asked. "My cock?" I answered, unsure of myself. "No, silly, this is my cock now," she corrected me. "Now, stand for me." I stood up, and she moved around in front of me. She picked up the red satin panties from the table. She wrapped my cock in the silky fabric, and started to slowly draw the fabric up and down my shaft. I was looking down, watching her small delicate hand wrapped around the silky fabric wrapped around my cock. In just a few stroke, I felt like I was going to cum. "Don't you dare cum without permission!" she warned me, and squeezed my cock. "I see you really like these panties. They are sexy aren't they?" "Yes, Mistress, they are very sexy." "Would you like to see what they look like on?" "Oh, yes Mistress," I said, excitement clearly in my voice. "Good pet, go ahead, put them on," she answered. "Wh--" I started, then realized that she meant it. "You've been so good with your punishment, I am offering you a reward pet. You may wear these panties tonight, and to school tomorrow," she went on. "Go on, put them on. I want to see my pet dressed up in sexy panties." She held the panties in front of me so that I could step into them and I noticed that the tag had an "L" on it. These weren't Tish's. She was probably a size small or even extra small She must have bought these for me. I felt my cock twitch. I realized how turned on I was by the idea that she had bought panties specifically for me to wear. Part of me was horribly embarrassed by the idea of putting on panties, but another part of me was turned on by the kinkiness of it all. I stepped into the panties, and she pulled them up my legs. She reached into the panties and adjusted my cock and balls so that I was mostly covered, but my hard cock stuck out of the top of the panties. Panties felt nothing like mens underwear. The fabric was lighter, thinner, and softer. The waist rode lower on the hips. They were exactly what you'd expect — feminine. Tish walked a circle around me, her fingers caressing the soft silky fabric of the panties, never losing contact with me as she checked me out. "These will do nicely. You look so cute, my pet. And I can tell you are excited too. What do you have to say," she asked. "Uh...thank you, Mistress?" I answered. "Good my pet, you are learning," she praised. "So, tell me about your how your night was after I left you? Did you follow those orders? I see you washed my panties and stockings. All hope is not lost." I told her about how I smelled her panties and stroked my cock as she continued to walk slowly around me, touching me here then there. Pinch a nipple, pinch my ass. Caress my cock through the panties. I told her that I did not cum, but that I had come very close. I told her about what I had read on the Internet, and the videos I watched. "Good my pet, I am proud of you. You have done well even with your recent failures. I think you have earned another reward." She stood in front of me, and she began to unbutton her top. It was a sleeveless, and had a deep V neckline. When the buttons were undone, I could see that she wore no bra beneath. She slipped the top from her shoulders revealing her breasts. Each nipple was pierced, and she wore a stainless stud in each. She took her nipples between her thumb and forefingers, and pinched them. "Mmm...do you like my breasts pet? Would you like to kiss them? Lick them? Suck on them?" She asked as she walked to couch, and sat. "On your knees, my pet, and come and worship your Mistress's breasts until I tell you to stop. I positioned myself between her legs, kneeling, and leaned forward toward her left breast. With my arms and hands still bound behind me, I could not balance well. She took my head with her hands, and guided me to her breast. "Kiss them gently now, not too fast," she instructed. I kissed around her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipple. After covering her breast with kisses, I repeated the process and added light licks after each kiss. By now, she was purring, and I knew that I was pleasing her. I started to add a few light bites to my routine, and began spiraling toward her nipple. As I was nearing her nipple, she took my head with her hands, and moved me to her other breast. "Just like the last, pet. Not too fast." I repeated on her right breast, but this time when I neared her nipple, she didn't stop me. I kissed her nipple, then suckled it lightly. I felt her hand on the back of my neck. She pulled me to her, holding me against her. I sucked harder, using my tongue to play with her steel nipple stud. She must have liked this as I heard her moan in delight. I felt her slide her hand between our bodies to her pussy. She was masturbating while I suckled her nipple. Her other hand still pulled me to her by the back of my neck. She guided me to her other nipple, and I suckled, licked and tongued her nipple. Her breathing was getting harder and soon she was moaning continuously. "Mmmm yesssssss," she hissed. She arched her body, and pulled my face harder into her breast. Her body shook and vibrated as her orgasm took her. I kept sucking hard on her nipple. Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes before she finally released her grip on my head. She pushed me back, and looked at me with a self-satisfied look on her face. Her chest was flush with the afterglow of sexual orgasm. Her breathing was hard, but she regained control quickly. Teacher's Pet? Ch. 02 "Pet, you did well. If you behave, you may earn more rewards. She reached to my cock. I looked down and saw that I was drooling precum from my still rigid cock. She used her finger to wipe my precum from my cock, then reached to my mouth. "Here pet, another treat for you." I opened my mouth, beguiled by her confidence and directness. I tasted my precum on her finger. It was strangely sweet and salty. "Tomorrow, my pet, you will wear these panties to school. I hope you do learn to control yourself, because I may have a lot of questions tomorrow since we have not had time to study tonight. Keep my things here in this bag, we will surely need them again." With that, she stood, walked behind me and released my arms, took her top, and just had the last button fasten as she walked out of the apartment. *** I looked myself over in the mirror, turning this way then that way. I had never before considered "panty lines" but suddenly they were the most important thing in the world to me. Fortunately, you really couldn't see any panty lines through my pants. Beneath my pants, I was wearing the red satin panties that Mistress Tish had ordered me to wear to work today. Panties are not cut like mens briefs. The waist line is lower, and the cut on my back side provided less coverage. All good when it came to admiring them on a woman, but right now, it made me feel exposed even if you couldn't see them. The way the fabric of my pants moved against the panties was different. The panties were thinner, and the satin fabric was smooth and provided little to no friction. I had purposely angled my cock down, and tried trap my shaft with the panties so that I would not be able to get hard. I didn't know if this was going to work, because doing this just made me think more about my cock being encased in silky smooth red satin. I took a deep breath, and decided there was little more I could do. I gathered my things, and left my apartment for school. Classes were normal, and once I got going, I hardly noticed the panties. I had practically forgotten about them until I saw one young girl bend over to pick up her books, sticking her ass into the air, and I saw her panty lines clearly outlining her panties through her skirt. I looked away quickly, so I would not be noticed looking at her ass, but the sight reminded me of my panties. I felt myself becoming aroused, and I quickly retreated to the relative safety of my lectern. The next class was now filing into the room. It was Math for Dummies, and even if I had not been reminded of my predicament, Tish's arrival would have. Today she was wearing a long black lace skirt. So long, that I could only just see the tips of her boots as she walked to her new seat in the front of the room. Her mid-drift was exposed just a little, and her top was a tight fitting spaghetti strap tank top. She looked up at me, and she winked. I felt myself flush at her wink, and I tried to busy myself with anything to avoid looking at her. I managed to gather myself, and began class. We reviewed the homework assignment, and true to her word, Tish had a number of questions. She started asking simple ones, but then began to ask a lot of "what if" questions that pushed beyond the original problems. It only took a couple questions and I could tell she had moved well beyond the class, and many of the other kids were clearly confused, but no one, not even I was willing to slow her down. I wasn't sure if they simply didn't care, or if somehow she had control over the other students as much as she had control of me. I knew she was toying with me, and making me solve problems that were much harder than what the class needed to know to survive. I also knew, she just wanted to keep me in front of the group. After the homework review, I introduced the new lesson, and barely had enough time to assign a problem set before the bell rang, and the room emptied. Tish, as usual, remained. Unlike previous days, she walked to the door, and closed it. No one could see into the room from the outside because the window on the door was covered with fractal designs made in one of my other classes, and since we were on the second floor, you really couldn't see anything in the room from the ground. Tish walked back to the front of the room. With the room empty, I could hear her heels clicking with each step. She made her way to my desk, and sat on it, crossed her legs, and adjusted her skirt. Her booted feet peeked out from beneath her long skirt. "You did well today, my pet," she started the conversation. I felt my cock twitch when she called me pet. The taboo nature of this conversation was oddly exciting, especially since we were on school grounds, in my classroom. "Come here, I want to see if you are wearing your pretty panties for me," she said, giving me the 'cum hither' finger curl. I walked to her, and stood in front of her. "Well, show me," she ordered. I didn't know how to show her, and glanced at the door knowing that it was not locked. I reached down, and unzipped my fly, spreading the opening wide so she could see the red satin peeking through the opening. The red satin was clearly visible. She reached with her hand into my fly, and rubbed her fingers on my balls and cock. I stiffened, both my body and my cock. "Mmm, good pet," she cooed. "Tell me," she continued, still running her fingers over my satin covered cock and balls, "did you enjoy tongue fucking my ass the other night?" "Yes, Mistress." "And worshipping my breasts, did you enjoy that?" "Yes, Mistress." "I like your sexy panties. Did you like wearing sexy panties today?" "Umm...yes, Mistress," I admitted. Despite my fear of being discovered and the challenge to my masculinity, there was something about wearing them for her that made it appealing. "I bet you would love to worship my pussy, wouldn't you, my pet?" By now, my cock was hard with excitement. "Mmm, I don't think you even need to answer that one, I can feel your answer," she said, looking down toward my cock. "I bet that at night, you fantasize about me, don't you? You fantasize that you are fucking me, don't you?" she looked at me now, her piercing eyes looking right through me. "Yes, Mistress, I do fantasize about that," I answered meekly, unable to use the word 'fuck'. She laughed, "My pet, if anyone is going to do the fucking, its me -- and don't you ever forget that!" I felt her fingers caressing the head of my cock. She pulled her hand out of my pants, and held up two fingers. They were slick with my pre-cum. "Looks like you are going to soil your pretty panties if you don't learn to control yourself," she chided, and pushed her fingers into my mouth. "Remember my pet, I own your cock which means I own your orgasms too. And I will have none of them wasted. No cumming without my permission. Tonight, I will not be visiting you, but I have an errand for you to run. I added a shopping list to my homework for you. You will go shopping tonight, and pick up everything I listed. You will also follow the instructions on them for tomorrow as well. Do you understand?" She withdrew her fingers from my mouth, and pushed her hand back into my pants. "Yes, Mistress, I will go shopping and pick up everything on the list, and I will follow the directions," I repeated back to her. She squeezed my balls when I was finished speaking. "Good, my pet. Now, I must be off. I have other things to attend to," she said. She released my balls, turned, and walked from the room. I watched her leave the room, and listened to the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. She had left her homework on her desk rather than depositing it in the basket with the rest of the class. I picked it up, and turned through the pages. At the end, the last sheet had her hand written instructions. *** Shopping list for my pet 1) sexy satin or silk panties and thongs in a variety of colors 2) matching garter and stockings for your panties and thongs Pet, Make sure you get enough pairs to last you through a laundry cycle. Mistress likes variety! When you get your new lingerie home, hand wash it all, and wear your favorite set to school tomorrow. Mistress *** When I had reread the list and instructions over three times, I realized my cock was rock hard. I looked down, and saw that I had a wet spot on my pants where the head of my cock had pushed out of the panties and leaked pre-cum. I zipped up my fly, and gathered my things. I held them in front of me, covering my little accident. When I got to my car, I drove out toward the highway. I pulled into the park and ride parking lot, and headed for the far corner. I parked, looked around, and saw that no one was here. It was a good thing that school let out long before regular businesses, so I was hours before the normal commute crowd would be here. I unzipped my pants, and ran my hand over my cock and balls. By now, my cock had softened. I reached into the panties, and tried again to point my cock downward so that I wouldn't get hard. Then I zipped up, and I headed for the mall that was a couple towns over rather than to the nearby mall in my town. I didn't want to see anyone from school or that I knew. During the drive, I turned on the air conditioning to try and both cool and calm myself as well as to help dry out the wet spot on my pants. I kept trying to rationalize my actions. I had to do this, or I would lose my job, and likely never teach again. I had to do what she said because she could ruin my life. I told myself this over and over, but I also knew beneath it all, that I wanted to do it because it turned me on. I wanted to do it to please her, to receive her praise. It felt somehow right. It gave me purpose. I knew all that, and I felt it, but I was afraid to even say it to myself. It took me 40 minutes to get to the mall. I wasn't overly familiar with this mall, but I found a map, and quickly found the ubiquitous Victoria's Secret store that is in every mall in America now. When I walked into the store, I tried to look normal, whatever that is. I told myself I was shopping for a girlfriend, and that she just happened to be my size. I was running my fingers over the neatly arranged collection of panties when a sales clerk approached me. "Can I help you?" she offered. "Um...no I think I'm OK," I tried to gently refuse her help. "OK. Well, you let me know if I can help. Do you know what size and style she likes?" she asked. "Um...she likes variety," I answered, now trapped in the conversation. "Well, we have lots of variety here. And her size?" "My size?" "Excuse me?" "Um, I mean, she's about my size? Tall I mean. Um, i don't know her size." I was clearly flustered now. "Oh, don't worry sir. Most men don't know their..." she looked at my hands, "their girlfriend's size. I'll help you," she smiled. "Will you be needing full sets today?" "Um...no, just bottoms...I mean panties...or thongs...um...and stockings and garters. They should match," I managed. "Are you sure she won't want bras too?" she asked. "Um...well, maybe, but I'm sure I won't get that size right," I explained. "Perhaps you are right. How about we pick out things that have matching bras, and you can get her a gift certificate for them. She can come in and make sure she gets the style and size she likes for the bras," she offered. "Sure, that would be great," I answered. I realized I was not going to be able to shed this sales clerk, and this was getting expensive as well as I looked at the price tag of the panties in front of me. It took us probably 45 minutes of looking over different styles and colors before we had assembled 10 sets of panties, garters, and stockings. I now knew the difference between bikinis, boy shorts, thongs, v-strings, and hip huggers. I even had a basic understanding of demi cup, full cup, underwire and no wire, padded, and unpadded bras as she showed me all of the matching bras as well. My final shopping list included a few of every style except the v-strings. I made up an excuse that my girlfriend had once told me she didn't like v-strings, but didn't mind a thong. I was afraid that the v-string would never provide enough support to hold my cock and balls. I would have skipped the thong as well, but Mistress had listed that style specifically on her list. I had a collection of panties and matching garters with coordinated thigh high stockings. Some were sheer, and a couple had sexy patterns woven into the legs. One pair of stockings were seamed. I also had included one pair of real silk panties. Despite the fact that they were the most expensive pair of underwear I had ever seen, one touch of the smooth, luxurious fabric, and I knew I had to know what they would feel like wrapped around my cock and balls. When the sales clerk rang them up, she suggested I add another $300 to the tab for the gift certificate for the bras. I was well beyond fighting it, and agreed. She winked at me and smiled. "Enjoy your purchases," she said as I was leaving the store. I was sure that she knew that I was going to be wearing the purchases. I walked back to my car carrying the two large bright pink Victoria's Secret shopping bags. I received a lot of knowing smiles from both men and women alike as I walked through the mall. I tried to look ahead, and not make eye contact with anyone in fear that I would give away the truth of my purchases with my poor poker face. When I arrived home, I carefully laid out the lingerie on my bed, matching panty to garter to stockings. I removed all the price tags, and then I decided I had better try them on. As I reached for the first pair of hot pink satin hip hugger panties, I realized if they didn't fit, I had just removed the tags. I shook my head, and chastised myself for being stupid. I stripped out of my clothes, and standing naked, stepped into the panties. As I pulled them up my legs, like the red satin panties that Mistress Tish had given me to wear for today, the smooth sexy fabric felt wonderful against my skin. I tucked my cock and balls down between my legs in an effort to keep myself from getting hard. It took some adjusting, but I was able to do it so that the panties held my cock and balls pushed beneath and between my legs. The end result was, looking down at myself, I looked like I had a pussy as there was no bulge in the front of the panties. This thought only made me more sexually excited, and I felt my cock trying to swell. I shed the panties, and worked my way through the collection. The thongs would take some getting used to. The feeling of the thong wedging between my ass cheeks was not uncomfortable, but it was also a feeling that made you want to reach back and fix the wedgie. But, I knew that this wasn't an option given the cut of the thong. I tried the silk panties on last. I was right that the fabric was different. Satin pretends to be silk, but these were decedent. I couldn't keep my hands off of my cock. Stroking myself through the black silk was turning me on. I looked down, and I noticed that I had leaked pre-cum onto the silk. That reminded me that I needed to wash all of the lingerie. I gathered up the lingerie, still wearing the silk panties, and carried it all to the bathroom. Using the sink and a little clothing detergent, I hand washed all of the panties and garters. I wet and carefully dried the stockings. By the end, my shower curtain rod was hung with all of the lingerie except the silk panties. I stripped out of them, and washed and hung them to dry. I was standing naked in my bathroom, surrounded by sexy lingerie. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw my nakedness. My cock stirred, and I knew that somehow Mistress Tish had tapped into something in me that I had not realized was there. **** I awoke early the next morning. I had a morning erection. It had been days since I had cum, and I wasn't sure when my abstinence would end. It wasn't really my abstinence, it was hers. I went to the bathroom, and checked on the lingerie. It was dry, and so I took them all down, and brought them back to the bedroom. I carefully folded them, and put them all away into a drawer except for the silk panties, its garter, and a pair of seamed stockings that the sales clerk had picked out to match. I took a shower, and tried not to think about the fullness of my balls or the fact that my cock was screaming for attention. I finished the shower by switching off the hot water, and used the cold water to calm myself down. Getting dressed was harder than I thought. It took me a lot longer than I thought to get the stockings on. The seams were not easy to get straight, and the garters were difficult for me to attach. When I had it all done, I realized I hadn't relieved my bladder this morning. Fortunately, I didn't need to remove the panties, because it was at this moment that I figured out that I should have done the stockings and garters first, then put on the panties. I relived myself, then went back to work on the garters to fix the mistake. The smooth silky feeling of my legs rubbing against each other was exhilarating. I had tucked my cock and balls down between my legs to try and prevent myself from getting hard. It helped some, but I knew I would need to readjust myself throughout the day to maintain control. I finished dressing, and found that the feeling of the stockings inside my pants served to remind me with every step how I was dressed. The garter sat above my hip bones, and I discovered that the lace trim was above my waist line. I was going to need to make sure that my shirt remained tucked in to hide it. Once dressed, I examined myself once again as I had done previously for panty lines. The garter made it more noticeable. If I bent or moved the wrong way, I could see the straps that connected to the stockings on my ass through my pants. I could also feel the lacey edges at my waist through my shirt. I purposely wore a dark blue shirt to make sure that you couldn't see the black and red garter through the shirt. When I got to school, I was feeling strangely excited and sexy. Knowing that I had on silk panties, a garter and stockings made me feel like I had a secret. I realized that the fear of the day before had been replaced by a nervous excitement. I was doing something secret and naughty, and I was doing it for Mistress Tish, and I knew she would approve. Maybe she would reward me. As I walked through the halls, others seemed to notice as I got more smiles and "Good Morning!" greetings from students and faculty. The day raced by, but as time neared the last period, the final half hour of my second to last class seemed to crawl. Anticipation of seeing Mistress Tish in class was messing with my head. Giving this class a test didn't help as I was simply sitting at my desk observing the kids as they worked on the test. When the bell finally rang, students turned in their tests, and the room emptied. In the pause between classes, I reached into my pants to feel my cock through the silk. I slid my hand inside the panties, and pushed myself down between my legs again, and readjusted the panties so that they held my cock down. As I was pulling my hand out of my pants, I heard the telltale clicking of Mistress Tish's heels. "Good afternoon. Enjoying yourself?" she asked with a knowing smile on her face. I looked up, and saw that another student was just entering the room a few steps behind her. "Of course, Miss Hanson, I always enjoy school," I answered trying to sound like a cheerful teacher, and to hide the sexual tension that I felt. "Are you looking forward to the weekend? I have big plans," she said smiling and looking me square in the eyes. It was obvious that those plans included me. "I have no plans for me, Miss Hanson. Lately I've found that my time is no longer my own. Things are keeping me very busy." Teacher's Pet? Ch. 02 Throughout class, my excitement turned into a fun and interactive day with the students. My energy definitely brought out the best in all the students, and by the end of it, I felt like it was probably one of the best classes I had delivered. Regardless, the end of the day on a Friday meant that the room emptied even faster than usual. Tish remained behind as had become her custom. "Good class today. I see your new wardrobe agrees with you? Let me see," she said with a smile. I looked up, and the door was still open, and I could see kids moving through the hallway. I hesitated, trying to figure out how to show her with the door open. I looked to her for some sort of guidance, and she quickly understood my apprehension. She dropped her pencil, and it rolled along the floor toward the chalk board. "Oops, could you pick that up for me?" I understood what she wanted, and I bent over, showing her my ass. I knew that the garter's strap was showing through my pants. I picked up her pencil, and as I turned back to face her, I was again staring straight up her skirt. She had spread her legs, and pulled up her skirt while I had been facing the other way. This time, I was not looking at her panties. This time I was staring at her exposed pussy. She wore no panties, and I could see her pussy lips. She reached her hand between her legs, and pushed a finger inside her, then pulled it out, moist with her juices. I stood up, and brought her pencil to her. She held her finger in front of her, and looked into my eyes. "Thank you for my pencil....clean my finger, pet. This is a preview of what might be in your future if you play your cards right," she ordered. I looked over her shoulder and watched my doorway as I knelt down, and took her finger in my mouth. She tasted sweet and salty. I quickly released her finger, and stood back up. No one had passed by my doorway. "Good pet. Now, keep your new wardrobe on when I come visit you so I can see how you look. But make sure you remove the rest. I will be over in an hour as you have an appointment this afternoon, but I want to see how your shopping trip went beforehand. Make sure you get home quickly," she ordered. Then she stood, and walked from the room, heels clicking. Her ass barely covered by her mini skirt which looked even shorter to me now that I knew she wore no panties beneath it. I wondered if she had gone all day like that or if she had removed her panties for my class.