4 comments/ 59527 views/ 10 favorites Teacher's Pet? Ch. 03 By: ssnatch I hurried home, knowing that she would arrive soon. My shopping trip the night before had pretty much gotten me beyond my initial apprehension, and I was now past the point of no return. I was excited by the attention she was giving me, and excited by the unknown of what she was going to make me do or do to me. When I got home, I made sure that the apartment was cleaned up, and I laid out my purchases on the coffee table for her to see. I also stripped down to my panties, garter and stockings so I would be prepared when she arrived. The hour passed quickly, and soon I heard her knocking on the door. I moved to the door, knelt down, and opened the door. I kept my eyes gazing at the floor. As soon as I opened the door, I had a sudden realization that I hadn't even looked through the peep hole to make sure it was her. My heart immediately began to race, and I felt a wave of panic sweep through me. The door pushed open, and before me I saw two black spiked heel boots. I had to be her, although I knew I couldn't look up if it was her, and I was afraid to look at whomever it was if it wasn't her. So, I swallowed the lump in my throat, and simply greeted her, "Hello Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve." "Good pet, you are welcome," she answered calmly and walked past me. I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door. I don't know if she noticed my panic, but I'm sure if she had, she probably enjoyed it. "Did I tell you to close that door? Are you sure someone else wasn't with me? Are you sure you didn't just slam the door on one of my friends?" she asked. I immediately opened the door again, fearing I had actually just closed the door on someone. "I'm sorry Mistress, I wasn't thinking. Please forgive me," I apologized, and tried to look out the door without looking up. "Fortunately for you, I am alone. You may close the door," she replied. "You are going to have a sore ass if you continue to disappoint me. Now, come over here. Let's have a look at your shopping trip." I crawled to her. She was sitting on the couch in her usual spot. She had already picked up a pair hot pink satin panties from the coffee table. It was matched with a black and pink garter and black sheer stockings. She put them down, and picked up a red satin and lace thong. A red lacey garter and red stockings with white accents completed the set. She proceeded to pick up each pair of underwear, brushed her fingers over the fabrics, then turned to me. She gestured for me to come closer, and when I was kneeling between her knees, she reached out and stroked my cock through the smooth silk of the panties. Her touch had me instantly hard. She smiled at my reaction. "Hmmm...it appears my pet truly does enjoy lingerie. You are a dirty little slut aren't you?" she asked rhetorically. Looking back at the table, she noticed the envelope that contained the gift certificate. "Bring me that envelope, slut," she ordered with a particular emphasis on 'slut'. I handed her the envelope. She opened it, and a smiled. "I am proud of you my pet. You are thinking of your Mistress. Was this your idea?" "Um...well...no. The girl in the store suggested I get it so that you could get matching bras...well...er..so I could get matching bras...well...she assumed that I was shopping for a girlfriend, and I told her I didn't know what size for the bras, so she suggested I get a gift certificate so that my girlfriend could get the matching bras. I think she really knew that the lingerie was for me, and knew she could make a larger sale. I guess it worked, because I couldn't say no." "You are weak, and she was smart to see act upon that. I should meet this girl. Perhaps she would enjoy teasing you too?" "Please Mistress, I don't think that would be a good idea." "I'll decide what is or is not a good idea. I'll take this gift certificate from you. I don't think you are ready to go back to that store by yourself. I will protect you from yourself. Now, you have an appointment to make, so you are going to need to get dressed to leave. Keep your special lingerie on, and just dress like you were at school," she told me. She reached over and caressed my cock and balls through the silk panties again. Then, she pinched some of the hairs that were peeking out along the bikini line and pulled on them. I gasped in pain, but maintained my position. "Good, my pet. We are going to take care of this mess today. Now, get dressed, we must go." With that, she gave my ass a playful spank, and pushed me toward my bedroom to get dressed. I didn't know where we were going, and I was more concerned with being seen in public with Mistress outside of school. When I was dressed, Tish led me to my car, and told me to drive to the highway. I could tell that my apprehension was visible on my face. "You are so cute when you are scared. Don't worry my pet, Mistress will take care of you. We will head south on the highway to Adamsville. Your appointment is there," she explained in the car. I was afraid to ask her what my appointment was for, and I intuitively knew she would tell me if she wanted me to know. As we drove down the highway, she rested on hand on my crotch, lazily stroking me. I was hard, and I could feel my cock pressing against the silk panties. I tried to focus on the driving, but I couldn't keep myself from looking over to Tish. I saw movement in the corner of my eye, and when I looked, she had pulled up her skirt, had on leg on the dashboard, and she was slowly running her fingers up and down her pussy lips with her other hand. "Keep you eyes on the road, my pet. You don't want to have an accident, now do you?" she said, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. When we got to the downtown exit for Adamsville, she directed me to take it, then turn into a shopping area that was filled with small boutiques and high end shops and cafes. We found parking, then she told me to follow her. She got out of the car, and started walking. She didn't wait for me, so I had to walk quickly to catch up to her, settling in a step behind her. I tried to look casual, and I avoided looking at her ass, knowing she was bare beneath her skirt. I didn't want to look like a horny guy following a young hottie down the street, although I knew that's exactly what I was. I felt myself going flush with nervous excitement and embarrassment. My cock was still hard, and I knew that the tent in my pants was clearly visible. Tish stopped, and turned to look at me. "Now, my pet. You are not to speak unless spoken to. If you are asked to do anything, you are to comply as if I was giving the order. We are going to get you cleaned up like a good little slut. Are you ready?" she asked. I looked over her shoulder and saw that we were at a high end beauty salon. I wasn't quite sure what she had in mind, but I nodded. She looked at me disdainfully. "Yes, Mistress, sorry. I am ready Mistress," I managed. "Good, now come," she order, and turned and entered the salon. I followed her into the salon, and I was immediately surrounded by the sounds and women chattering to one another as they had their hair and nails done. I couldn't make out any of the conversations, but I knew what it felt like for a woman to walk into a barber shop as many glanced my way, and had curious looks as if to ask "What are you doing here?" The girl at the counter, wearing a name tag that read "Cheryl" greeted Mistress. "Hello Cheryl, yes this is the one I was talking about. He's ready for his appointment ," she answered. "Of course, I remember. Hold on one moment while I tell Vanessa that you are here." A minute later, a buxom blonde wearing a white lab coat with "Vanessa" embroidered on the chest walked over to us, and greeted Tish like an old friend, giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek. Tish returned the gesture, then looked at me while talking to Vanessa. "Nessa, this is the one I talked to you about. He's in need of some cleaning up. You'll see once we get him undressed," she explained. I felt myself getting more and more flushed. She had been talking about me to the women at this salon previously, and now loud enough for all to hear. I was still unsure what was going on except that I did clearly hear "undressed". "No problem, dear, you know me, I'll make sure not a hair remains when I'm done with him," she said, smiling at me. She and Mistress both turned and began to walk into the salon toward the back. I looked around, and noticed that many of the women were looking at me and grinning. Clearly they knew that was going on. I looked back up to see Mistress glaring at me from across the room, and I quickly joined her, trying to keep my eyes down to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the salon. Vanessa led us into a room and closed the door. In the room was a table, like a massage table. The room smelled like candles. It was at that moment that I realized what was going on. My brain was clearly not processing well because I should have realized it earlier, but I was so distracted by Tish's antics in the car that I didn't put two and two together until now. My heart began to race. "I'll step out while you disrobe from the waist down. You can cover up with this towel," Vanessa said casually. "Oh, that won't be necessary. He has nothing to hide, do you pet? You can just stay while he strips, right? And he won't need the towel. That will just get in the way, right?" she asked me rhetorically. My hands were shaking a bit with my nervousness as I began to undo my belt and take off my pants. "Oh, I almost forget. Pet, please remove your new garter and panties, you wouldn't want to get wax on them. But I think your stockings will be OK, don't you think Nessa?" "Of course, we'll be careful. If your shirt tails are long, you can either hold them up out of the way, or feel free to remove the shirt too," Vanessa added. "Yes, good idea, remove your shirt too, just leave on your stockings. I like the way your legs look in stockings," Tish said. By now, I was no longer thinking clearly. I was overwhelmed with embarrassment and fear at the same time. I focused on Mistress's voice, just trying to follow her directions afraid that one misstep and she'd humiliate me in front of the whole salon. In a minute, I was stripped to my stockings only. My cock was rigid. I knew better than to try and cover up, and given what I knew was about to happen, I had nothing to hide. Vanessa gestured for me to lay down on the table, face up. She gently took my shaft and moved it this way and that, inspecting me. "Well, Tish, he has quite a bit of hair here. I think we're going to have to use some clippers to shorten up the hair before we wax him." Vanessa opened a drawer, and pulled out a standard hair clipper. She attached a guard, walked back to the table, and plugged it into a plug that was mounted on the leg of the table. "Now, don't move, I wouldn't want to accidentally catch you in the clippers. With this guard, we should be OK, but one never can be too careful." With that warning, she turned on the clippers, and started trimming my pubic hair. With each stroke, she left a swath of hair behind that was less than a quarter inch long. My cock remained hard as she handled me. Mistress even lent a hand, literally, and held my shaft or pulled the skin taught on my balls as Vanessa continued to work. She raised my leg, and clipped the hair between my legs as well, running the clippers to my ass crack and back. "There, now that's better. I think we can work with this," Vanessa said, satisfied. "Its not everyday that I get a helper in here, thank you, Tish. Vanessa continued to talk with Tish, ignoring me completely and treating me like I couldn't hear her. They talked about me in the third person. Vanessa got her waxing gear ready, and began to spread hot wax over my hair. The warmth of the wax felt nice, but my mind knew that it was just a tease as I watched her press a strip of white cloth to the wax. Without warning, she yanked the strip off of my skin. Pain like electricity shot through me, focused right where the cloth had been. I gasped, but suppressed any other reaction as best I could. I looked at Mistress as Vanessa applied more wax. Mistress was staring back into my eyes as I felt the next strip ripping the hair from my body. She was smiling like a proud coach does when they see an athlete performing well on the field. I focused on her face to try and escape the pain. It wasn't terrible especially after having with stood Mistress's hair brush spanking, and seeing her look back at me gave me that sense of approval that made me flush with warmth. I could feel Vanessa adjusting me this way and that. Mistress was still helping hold my skin taught or to hold my shaft out of the way as she worked. I lost track of time, and just kept watching Mistress, hiding beneath her protective watch as Vanessa sent stinging pain through me every few moments. I felt her moving my leg, and I moved according to her guidance. She worked between my legs, and around my ass as well, and it what felt like a few short minutes, I heard her declare that she was done. Mistress looked down at my crotch, and I followed her glance. Besides a little redness to my skin, I was no worse for wear, but I was completely bare now. It looked a little odd, but I had seen enough porn on my computer to also feel kind of like a porn star. Many male porn actors kept themselves bare or at least nearly bare now. I realized that I felt larger now. My cock seemed thicker and longer, although I know it was just a visual trick now that you could see all of me. "Wonderful, Vanessa. Thank you for taking care of my pet. He so needed a good grooming. After all, we couldn't have him unkept with his new panties, don't you agree?" Mistress said. "I agree, Tish, I think he will find this much more comfortable, and I think it looks much nicer. Judging from his chest, he doesn't have much hair on his legs, would you like me to do those as well? I could do them for free as a new customer gift for him," Vanessa offered. "Oh, that would be sweet of you Vanessa. I know that he would love that. Pet, please remove your stockings so Vanessa can do your legs too." After removing the stockings, Vanessa quickly removed the hair from my legs. The legs didn't hurt nearly as much, and she was right that I didn't have much leg hair, so she had little to do. When she finished, she and Mistress together rubbed some lotion into my legs, and Mistress took the initiative to do the same to my entire genital region. Vanessa took that time to clean up the strips of cloth. The feel of Mistress's hands on my cock, balls and all the surrounding areas was like I had never been touched before. Feeling her hands slide over the my skin, soft and slick, was wonderful, and I felt my cock twitching with excitement. Mistress caught my eye, and I could tell her expression was warning me to control myself. "OK, pet, time you got dressed," Mistress said. As I dressed, I relished in the new feeling of the fabrics against my virgin skin. The silk panties in particular were magical. I was afraid I was going to be hard all the time now. When I was completely dressed, the tent in my pants was ever present. Vanessa had already left the room, and Mistress stood by, waiting for me. "There, now, don't you feel better? I very pleased with you today. Tonight, I am going to reward myself for your good behavior. Clearly, my instruction is helping you become a better slut," she said, smiling at me. She took my hand, and walked me out of the room, proudly displaying me to the women in the salon. Everyone knew what had just happened since that room was used for waxing, and they could see my excitement in my pants. I felt my face heating up as I flushed with embarrassment. One woman watched me through the mirror, and I could tell she was admiring my excitement. I now knew what it felt like to be looked upon as an object. Mistress led me to the counter, and the woman who had greeted us was with Vanessa. "Here is a cleanser we recommend that he use on his skin. He should use it at least once a day. With the cleanser, your total is 120 dollars," she said to Mistress. I was watching Mistress, and realized she carried no purse, and I knew she had nowhere to hide a wallet on her clothes. "Of course. In fact," she said, turning to Vanessa, "my pet is so happy with his new waxing that he'd like to schedule a follow up appointment every 4 weeks, this same time. Will that be OK?" "I'll check the calendar, but I don't see a problem with that," Vanessa answered. "Pet, please pay, and I'm sure that Nessa would appreciate the big tip you said you wanted to give her," Mistress said to me. I reached into my pocket, and handed over my Visa card. ***** When we returned to my apartment, my cock was aching for release. Mistress had teased me for the entire drive back. She had even unzipped my pants and had stroked my cock through the silk panties while she teased her own pussy. My car smelled of her sex, and by now, I could barely think. I just knew that I needed release, and that I'd do anything to get it. When we got inside, Mistress had me strip down to my lingerie. Then, she sat down on the couch and ordered me to kneel between her legs. "So, my pet, as I said, I am going to reward myself for your good behavior. I think I deserve a reward, don't you?" she asked, and raised her booted foot. "Unlace my boots, pet. I stood through your entire waxing, and they could use a massage." I unlaced her boots, removing each. Then she swiveled on the couch, so that her legs were stretched out along the cushions, and gestured for me to sit on the couch. She raised one leg to me, and I took her foot into my hands, and began to massage her arch. I could see her naked pussy as her skirt rose up when she lifted her foot to me. She saw me looking and smiled. "Mmmm...that feels nice. I guess you've earned a little reward too. You may enjoy the view," she purred, leaning her head back, and closing her eyes. With her other foot, she rubbed up and down along my shaft through the panties. After a few minutes, she had me switch feet. She continued switching feet every few minutes, alternating between them for almost a half hour. By now, I could see that she was getting very aroused. Her pussy lips were swollen, and her wetness gleamed on her lips. My cock strained against the silk panties, my head protruding above the lace trim. It was almost silent in the apartment. I could hear her breathing, and her little moans of approval when I touched the right spot on her foot. Using her soft moans of approval, I learned how she liked me to rub her feet. "You are good at this. Who knew that you would be so good at math and rubbing my feet?" she giggled at her little joke. "Be a good little slut, and suck on my toes." I was so turned on by now, that I didn't think twice, excited to be able to taste any part of her. I took each toe into my mouth, one by one, sucking on it, and pushing my tongue between her toes. Her moans of approval continued to guide my actions. I worked both of her feet like this for another 20 minutes before she stopped me. "Thank you my pet. You are doing so well with your new role. Aren't you glad that we have come to this arrangement?" she asked. Hungry with desire, I was in total agreement. "Yes, Mistress. I am very happy with our arrangement," I answered. "Good. Now, all this sucking, and I bet you are hungry, aren't you? I know I am," she said with a glimmer in her eye. "Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling short of breath. "Well then, what are you making me for dinner?" I was caught for a second. She had teased me all afternoon, and I hadn't expected this question. "Ooohh...you dirty little slut you, what was on your mind?" she teased me. "Don't answer that. I know what your dirty little slut of a mind was thinking, but right now, I want you to fix me dinner. Surprise me." Teacher's Pet? Ch. 03 I got up, my cock still aching for relief, and headed to the kitchen. I liked to think of myself as a competent cook, but I felt pressured now to make something special. I rummaged through my refrigerator and pantry, and concluded that I had little more than pasta. I had it prepared in rather short order, and set the table. As I was bringing the pasta to the table, Mistress took a seat. I had set out two place settings, and was about to put pasta on the second setting when she interrupted me. "Oh, you won't need that one," she said, "just my plate will be fine. You may kneel here beside me while I eat." I was disappointed because I had realized I was hungry as I had been preparing the food. I knelt beside her. She swirled the pasta onto the fork, and took a bite. "Not bad, my pet, but in the future, I think you should think about being more prepared for me. I love seafood. A nice steak is good on occasion too. And of course, fresh vegetables goes with any meal, don't you agree? Perhaps even a nice glass of wine." I considered pointing out that she was underaged, and that I could get into trouble if I served her wine only to realize I was well past serving alcohol to an under-aged drinker. While we had broken no laws yet that I knew of, I had definitely crossed a line a long time ago. After a few more bites, she swirled more pasta on the fork, turned to me, and held the fork out to me. I opened my mouth, and she fed the mouthful to me. She smiled while I chewed. "See? I told you Mistress would take care of you, didn't I?" She continued eating her dinner in the fashion, feeding me a bite for every three or four that she took until the plate was empty. "Did you prepare dessert?" she asked. I hesitated, knowing that I had nothing to offer. Before I could apologize, she spoke again. "Well, clean up the dishes. You will have to do better next time," she chided me. "I must go now. I have more important things to do tonight. I think you have some shopping to do. I will be back tomorrow afternoon. In the meantime, become better prepared to serve me meals. In addition, I think your apartment needs some more life to it, perhaps flowers. Impress me. Remember, my pet, no cumming without my permission, and don't forget to use that cleanser. You want to exfoliate that skin of yours to keep it smooth and soft." She stood, and as usual, simply walked out of the apartment, leaving me still kneeling on the floor next to the now empty chair. *** As I was cleaning the dishes, I considered eating the rest of the pasta I had prepared, but realized that between the bites Mistress fed me, and my excitement, I wasn't hungry. "I guess Mistress does know best?" I asked myself out loud. I got dressed once again, still with my lingerie, and headed out to the grocery store. While at the store, I stocked up on more food than usual. I couldn't be certain how often Mistress would be dining at my apartment, nor for which meals. The idea of feeding her breakfast had visions of her spending the night with me in my head. I tried to stop thinking about it as I found I had just wandered through two aisles of the store, but hadn't even noticed what had been in them. I went back through those aisles to make sure I had what I needed. As I rounded the end of one aisle, I nearly ran into another shopper. She turned around, and it turned out to be a fellow faculty member. "Oh, hi Sarah, fancy meeting you here!" I said. "Hi Geoff, you shop Friday night's too? Aren't we pathetic," she replied. "That's a lot of food. Excuse me for asking, but aren't you single?" "Um...well, I hate shopping, so I try and get a lot of food, then I freeze a lot of it. Saves me trips to the store," I explained. "Ah...typical math teacher I guess. You know us English teachers, we would rather shop all the time to see what might inspire us," she said cheerily. She saw the bottle of wine in my cart. She leaned toward me, looked left then right, and in a hushed conspiratorial tone asked, "Are you sure you aren't shopping for a big date night dinner? Come on, you can tell me." "Oh, no, really no. I'm as pathetic as you...um...er...that's not what I meant. You know what I meant, right? I just like to have a glass of wine sometimes with dinner, that's all," I stammered. I felt myself going flush. "OK Geoff, whatever you say," she said, and winked at me. "Maybe I could help you with that pathetic problem of yours. I like a glass of wine too," she offered, smiling. I realized that she was actually making a pass at me. She was about my age, and we were among the few single faculty at the school. She was also cute, in an English teacher bookish sort of way too. But I knew that right now, there was no way I could even consider having her over for dinner. I had no idea what Mistress would do to me. If I couldn't cum without her permission, how was I going to have a date? "Sure, well maybe we should organize a faculty party one of these days," I countered, trying to sound interested, but also put on the brakes by introducing others into the mix. I could see her expression change for just a moment, and I knew that she was disappointed at my soft rebuff. I felt bad, because I really wouldn't mind a normal night out with a normal woman. As much as Mistress represented pure taboo sexuality, I knew it was trouble. A relationship with Sarah might actually be normal, and perhaps I wouldn't have to wear panties and stockings. "Yes, sure, that would be nice," she replied. The excitement clearly not in her voice. "Well, I better get going. Don't want to keep you here all night since you don't like to shop anyway. Bye now. See you at school." She quickly pushed her cart down the next aisle, and I stood there trying to process what had just happened. On one hand, I felt a loss at the opportunity missed for a "normal" adult relationship with Sarah. In my mind, I tried to think of something I could say to her to salvage the situation. But then, in my mind I hear Mistress's voice praising me, and I felt a warmth inside me. As "abnormal" as things were with Mistress, I had never felt so good...so wrong, but so good. And if it was so good, was it really wrong? I looked down at myself. Wearing panties was "wrong" too, but it made me so horny, so alive. Was that so wrong too? There were web sites dedicated to panty wearing men, and men dominated by women. Why would there be so many web sites if what I was feeling was abnormal? There must be many others who felt like I did, or the web sites wouldn't be there. I realized I had been standing at the end of the aisle for a few minutes, just thinking. I knew I could rationalize anything if I thought long enough, and I had learned that when I did that, it was just my way of trying to give myself justification for doing what I knew I was going to do anyway. I finished my shopping as quickly as I could, although not so quickly that I would catch up to Sarah again. I didn't want to have to talk to her more tonight. On my way to the checkout, I detoured over to a floral stand in the corner of the store. I picked out a few arrangements and put them in my cart. As I pushed the cart into the checkout lane, I saw Sarah walking past the lane on her way to her car. She glanced my way, saw the flowers, and a look of disappointment crossed her face. She looked away, and kept walking. **** The next morning, I awoke with serious hard on. I couldn't remember what I was dreaming about before I woke, but whatever it was, I had that feeling that I had been enjoying myself. I reached for my cock to stroke myself when I heard Mistress in my head, "Remember, no cumming without my permission." I pulled my hand away and exhaled. I rolled out of bed, and took a shower. I used the cleanser from the salon. It was filled with some sort of exfoliating beads. I could feel the roughness of them as I rubbed the soapy cream into the skin around my crotch area. Once rinsed off, the skin felt good. I ran my hands over myself, marveling at how smooth and soft the skin felt beneath my fingers. This didn't help my morning hard on. I ended with another blast of cold water to try and calm myself down. I realized that my new lingerie was still displayed on my coffee table. I retrieved everything, and brought it back to my bedroom. Mistress had said she would return, so I decided should wear the lingerie for her. Besides, it made me feel horny, and I liked that. I picked out a pair of hot pink panties that had a little bow on the front and a lace waist band. Stitching along the back side actually made the panties adhere closer to the shape of my ass. It wasn't as bad as a thong, but it was something that mens underwear did not do. I picked up the matching garter, and realized again that I was doing things in the wrong order. I stripped out of the panties, put on the garter, then the stockings, then finally the panties again. I was getting better at attaching the garters. I debated if I should put on anything else, and decided I didn't need to since I was just going to eat and grade homework until she arrived. I was getting more used to wearing the lingerie. I found that I had almost forgotten about it while I was grading homework assignments. I didn't have a hard on, and I was able to just do the correcting without distraction for a couple hours. I finished my work, and found myself back at my computer, reading more stories about women dominating men. As I read more and more stories, and looked at photos and videos, I became more convinced that I was really a submissive at heart. How Mistress had known that about me from the very first day of class, I couldn't fathom, but clearly she had. I ran my fingers along my cock and balls, feeling the satin fabric of the panties. The feeling of the smooth silky fabric was as much of a turn on as wearing it. My cock ached for release. It had been over a week now since the last time I had masturbated to completion, and since then, Mistress had me on edge relentlessly. I stopped touching myself, knowing that too much, and would cross the line of no return, and that would displease Mistress. I knew that when she did let me cum, it would be better. I looked around the apartment. The flowers on the dining table and coffee table did add a little more cheer to the place. I opened the curtains and let in more light as well. It took me a few minutes to tidy things up, and I looked to the door, hoping that she would arrive soon. I peeked through the peep hole, but she wasn't there. Wishful thinking. I knelt down in my position next to the door and waited. I closed my eyes, and began to imagine her lowering her ass to my face like she had before. I imagined her taste and smell. I imagined the sounds she made when she came riding my face. I played this scenario over and over again in my head. I replayed worshipping her breasts and the feeling of leaning against her warm body. Her hand pressed against his stomach as she frigged herself to climax. Then I starting thinking of new fantasies. I imagined what she would taste like, sitting on my face again, but this time, she was fucking her pussy with my outstretched tongue. I found I was unconsciously pinching and rolling my nipples between my fingers. The sensation was pleasant, but not intense enough that it was going to cause me to cum. KNOCK KNOCK A rap on the door snapped me out of my internal fantasies, and my hand shot up and grabbed the door knob. Before opening the door, I took a deep breath, and stood, peeking out the peep hole. Mistress stood staring back at me. I dropped to my knees, and opened the door. I had seen what she was wearing through the peep hole, so while I could only see her ankle high boots and fishnet stockings now, I knew she was dressed in a tight miniskirt that hid nothing of her shapely hips and ass. On top, a bustier or corset mostly hidden beneath a well worn jean jacket. "Good afternoon Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve," I greeted her. With that, she walked past me, and I closed the door, confident that she was alone. "Good afternoon, my pet. I like what you've done to my apartment. The flowers are a nice touch, and seeing it with more light is refreshing. Come attend to me over on the couch," she ordered. I crawled to her, and knelt between her legs as she sat on the coach. "Now, first things first. Open your mouth," she ordered. I opened my mouth, unsure of what she was going to do. She pulled something from her jacket pocket, and then sat forward. "Stick out your tongue." I did. She reached forward and placed something on my tongue. "OK Close your mouth and suck on that. Do not spit it out. Swallow it all." Fear shot through me. Was she drugging me? What had I done? Whatever she had placed in my mouth, it was was soft and it began to melt on my tongue. My fear must have been on my face. "You don't trust your Mistress? Don't worry my pet. This won't hurt you, and its not some illegal drug, just your vitamin V. I have my needs, and you must be prepared properly to serve me," she reassured me. I felt better in a weird way, but some doubt still raged on in my mind. It didn't taste like much. A little medicinal, but I felt no ill effect. It was gone in a minute, and nothing remained in my mouth. I didn't know what drug I had just taken, and I prayed that I wasn't going to become her strung out slave. I already knew that she alone was a drug that I was already addicted to. My mind raced through the alphabet, E was for ecstasy, what was V? She lifted one foot to me, and I unbuckled her boots, and removed it. I removed the other, and then she lifted on stockinged foot to me, and I knew she wanted me to massage her foot. I worked her feet like I had before, guided by the sounds she made. I eventually began to lick her soles and her toes which seemed to please her judging from her responses. After a good 20 minutes of massaging her feet, she put her feet on the floor and stood before me. By now, I was feeling a little flush. Maybe that drug was starting to have an effect on me, but I still didn't know what. I felt lucid. I had never gotten high on anything, but I was sure that whatever I was now, it wasn't high. "Remove my skirt, pet," she said like she was asking someone to hand her a magazine. She turned sideways to me, and I saw the zipper that ran from her waist down her hip on the skirt. I unzipped it carefully, and the tight skirt peeled off of her hips and fell to her feet. She stepped out of it, and at the same time, shrugged out of her jean jacket. Then she turned away from me. Her ass was just inches from my face. She wore a thong and thigh high fishnet stockings. Her top turned out to be a corset. The back was criss-crossed with lacing. "Untie me, pet," she ordered. As I reached for the laces, I saw that my hands were shaking just a bit. Nervous excitement was getting the best of me. I knew that once the corset was removed, she would be practically naked. It took a little bit of effort, but I was able to loosen the knots on the lacing, then unhook the laces from the corset. When I had, it stayed in place for a moment. Mistress had her hands, holding it from the front. When the laces fell away, she gently lifted it from her body, and placed it gently on the couch. She stood, back to me, naked except for the stockings and the thong. We were practically dressed the same except I had on a garter, and I was wearing bikini panties, not a thong. When she turned to face me, she had her arms crossed in front of her, so I could not see her breasts. She smiled down at me with a wicked grin. "Pet, I must admit, I'm feeling a bit naughty today, and I think you are going to reap the benefits," she purred. My cock was already swollen and rock hard, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. She walked to the center of the room, turned to me, and pointed at the floor at her feet. I quickly moved to where she indicated. "Lay down on your back, my dirty little slut," she commanded in a lascivious tone. I lay down, looking up at her beautiful body. She still stood, arms across her breasts, looking down at me. She stepped over my head and squatted so that her thong covered pussy was hovering over my mouth. As I looked up between her legs, I could see her peering down at me hungrily. She scooted forward just a bit, released her breasts, and with one hand, leaned on my forehead, and with the other, she slid her thong to the side revealing her rosebud. Then, she lowered herself to my mouth. I reached for her with my tongue. She stopped when she was just close enough to me so that I could flutter my tongue on her anus. I couldn't move my head since she was holding my forehead down. She shifted, moving first one, then the other leg so that she was on her knees, rather than her feet, and she sank deeper onto my mouth and tongue. My nose was pushed against the fabric of her thong. I could smell her arousal. She was wet, and I was overwhelmed by her scent. It was intoxicating. I licked harder, sucking with my lips and mouth. Unlike the last time she had done this to me, she was sitting facing me, and my hands were not tied. I found the view even more enjoyable as I was looking up her body instead of being beneath her skirt. I could see her breasts swaying as she rocked her body, riding my tongue. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I want to reach up and wrap them around her, hold her to me, caress her. She looked down at me, and she somehow knew what I was thinking. "Mmm...you want to touch me, pet? I know you do," she cooed. She let go of my head, her weight on her legs and knees. She leaned back, and took my hands in hers. She pulled them up and wrapped then around her waist so that my hands came to rest on her abdomen. She was warm, and her skin was soft. She kept her hands over mine. Her small hands didn't come close to covering mine, but just her touch was enough to control me. She continued like this for some time. I was able to push my tongue into her ass as she relaxed more, and I knew she was enjoying herself. I could feel her wetness on my nose and my face. Her thong was soaked with her juices. She took one hand, and pulled my hand up toward her breast. She stopped when my hand was resting just beneath her breast. I was so close, and I wanted so much to touch her breast, feel its soft supple fullness. She left my hand there, and then with her hand, reached between her legs. She pulled her thong aside further, exposing her wet, swollen pussy lips. She shifted her hips, and suddenly my mouth was filled with her moistness. Her lips were on my lips. Her sweetness flooded my mouth, and I pushed my tongue inside her pussy. She cried out, and I knew she was near climax. She moved my other hand close to her breast, and then with both hands, she was pulling her pussy lips wide so that I could plunge my tongue deep within her. Her taste was like water to a man in the desert. I couldn't get enough of it, and I sucked and licked at her furiously. As my intensity increased, so did the her moans and cries of ecstasy. Then, she was cumming. Her body folded forward, convulsing. Her wetness seemed to open up as my mouth was filled with her honey. I drank of her, and I felt overwhelmed with satisfaction. She cried out, and I knew she was riding waves pleasure as her orgasm engulfed her. As she seemed to be coming down from her orgasm, she rolled her hips again, and moved her clit into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily. I rolled my tongue over her clit, and sucked on it. Mistress cried out again, louder, and I knew she was cumming again. She grabbed my hands, and pulled them onto her breasts, using her fingers to push my fingers to squeeze her nipples. I pinched them, and she pinched harder still. Her body was practically vibrating. I kept licking her clit and sucking it in and out of my mouth. As she came down from her second climax, she slid down my body until her lips were hovering over mine. Our breathing was heavy, and she looked directly into my eyes. Her piercing gaze even more intense so close up. Then she kissed me, hard and with passion. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and I was kissing back. My arms were wrapped around her tiny frame, pulling her against me. She rubbed her pussy over my rock hard satin covered cock, sliding up and down. Teacher's Pet? Ch. 03 I was lost in her. My senses and my being were hers. I only knew the feeling of her body against mine, her lips on mine, our tongues dancing. Her hot sex rubbing lewdly over my cock. I felt her reach her hand between us toward her pussy. Then I felt her push my panties down, and she grabbed my cock. With one smooth motion, I felt her sink her pussy onto my cock, and I slid inside her. She pushed herself down, burying me fully inside her. She broke the kiss, and pushed herself up, hovering over me face. Her hands pushing down on my chest, pressing me to the floor. Her pussy clamped down on me, hot and wet. "I'm going to fuck you, and you will not cum unless I say so," she said, her voice ragged with her excitement. Her fingers twisted and pinched my nipples painfully, sending jolts like electricity to my groin. She started to roll her hips, riding my cock. She looked into my eyes, locking my gaze so that I could do nothing but look back into her eyes. Her hips undulated, forcing my cock deeper into her pussy, pushing me in then out. She was using me like a dildo, riding me for her own pleasure. "Mmmm pet, your cock is so nice and hard. I'm glad you took your vitamins. I'm going to ride you like you've never been ridden before. If you are good, I might even let you cum," she purred. I was lost in her spell, and barely processing what she had to say. My world had shrunken to her hot wet pussy clamping down on my rigid cock. Waves of pleasure shot through me as she rode me, gyrating on me and pinching my nipples relentlessly. Soon, she was having another orgasm. I could feel her pussy vibrating on my cock. She collapsed onto me, my still hard cock buried inside her. She kissed me again. My entire body was enveloped in her embrace. Soon, she was moving her hips again, gently rolling them so my cock was sliding in and out of her wetness. I could feel her hand sliding between us. She was playing with her clit as she continued to kiss me. She licked my lips, then kissed along my jaw line, burying her face in my neck. Then I felt her lips on my ear. Her breath hot. "Pet, are you enjoying the ride? Its been over a week, and no cummies for you? Wouldn't you just love to cum for me now?" she whispered into my ear. "Oh, yes Mistress, may I cum?" I begged. "Mmmm...Mistress is pleased with you. You may cum if you can my dirty little slut. Fill me with your hot seed," she said with a wickedness that told me she knew something I didn't. I felt her take my hands, and wrap them around her, and placing them on her ass cheeks. "This will give you something to hold onto. Now, fuck me hard, and fill me my pet." She rolled, and I rolled with her. My cock was still buried deep within her, and my hands were under her ass lifting her pelvis off the floor just enough. She wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me to her. She took her hands, and held me face for a moment, smiled wickedly at me, then as she pulled me in for a kiss, I heard her say, "cum if you can." Her lips sucked me in, her tongue invaded my mouth, and I began to piston my rock hard cock into her hot wet pussy. I fucked her with abandon. No holding back. I didn't hold back, try to last, or be gentle. She had told me to fuck her hard, and that's what I did. She broke the kiss, and pulled my face forward. She bit my ear lobe. Not too hard, but enough. As I fucked her, my animal fucking grew in intensity pushed forward by her moans and cries of pure pleasure. My mind was no longer coherent. I only heard her, and felt her heat. I only knew that I wanted to fuck her and to reach my climax. It had been over a week of her teasing. I knew she climaxed again, but I never slowed. Her orgasm just pushed me forward to fuck her harder and faster. My hands gripped her ass, pulling her to me, rolling her hips so that I could push deeper inside her. By now, she had moved her legs so that her knees were to her chest, ankles looped over my shoulders and crossed behind my neck. She came again. She cried out in my ear. I was in complete lust. She whispered again into my ear, "Mmmm...pet, you fuck like a bull, but if you didn't want to cum, why didn't you tell me?" Confusion worked its way through me. I started to slow my thrusting, and I realized that I had never fucked so hard and so long. She giggled in my ear. "Don't worry my pet, you will cum, but you'll have to work harder. Vitamin V has its effects on healthy men like you. Remember, you are here for my pleasure." I stopped my thrusting altogether, and raised myself up so I could see her face. She had a look of total satisfaction — post sexual bliss and total domination. My mind cleared in that instant. V was for Viagra. Somehow she had gotten ahold of Viagra, and that's what she had drugged me with. My cock was still rock hard, and I realized it was probably going to stay this way for quite some time. She unhooked her ankles, and adjusted her position to a more traditional missionary. Looking up at me, she winked, "Yes my pet, you are my fuck toy for the next couple hours. If you work hard enough, you may cum. But in a young healthy man like you, you may not. But, I am not so sadistic as to deny you your orgasm, so my offer stands. Fuck me silly, and cum at will," she challenged. "Let's move to your bedroom. I think it will be more comfortable, don't you think?" I was dumbfounded with this new realization. On one hand, it was cruel, and she had drugged me. On the other hand, she had given me a gift. I could fuck her, young, hot, and tight, with no limits. I rolled to my side, allowing her to get up. She stood, turned away from me toward the bedroom, hooked her fingers under the straps of her thong, and pushed them over her hips, allowing the thong to fall to her ankles. She stepped out of it, and walked to the bedroom. As I got up to follow, I heard her call from the bedroom, "Bring the thong, my pet, I think you'll enjoy tasting it."