1 comments/ 64097 views/ 8 favorites Teacher's Pet? Ch. 04 By: ssnatch In a haze of realization and total lust, I picked up her thong, and without prompting, I held it to my face. Entering the bedroom, Mistress was laying on the bed, legs spread, and fingers playing with her pussy lips. She gave me the come hither finger curl, and smiled at me. I climbed onto the bed, and she moved over, and had me lay on my back. "Now, let's save that thong for later. Right now, I can give you the real thing," she said, taking the thong from me. She turned around, swung a leg over my head, and lowered her pussy to my face. She was facing toward my feet this time, and I felt her begin to kiss my abdomen lightly as her pussy came to rest on my mouth. I sucked her lips into my mouth, and pushed my tongue into her pussy. Her kisses kept getting closer to my cock. She had her hands wrapped around my shaft, and she was slowly and deliberately stroking my shaft, squeezing my head on each up and down stroke. I moved my attention to her clit, and I heard her moan in time to my tongue. I began to suck on her clit, and as I did so, I felt her mouth, warm and wet on my cock head. She sucked my head while her hands kept jacking my shaft. I sucked harder on her clit, and she sucked harder on my head. I licked her clit, and she licked my head. I quickly learned her game, and reveled in the feeling that I was sucking my own cock. She matched my movements perfectly. I reached a hand between her legs, and pushed a finger inside her. As I was doing do, I felt her push a finger inside my ass. She continued mirroring my attentions. Finger fucking myself and sucking my cock in this way, I tried to bring myself to climax, but couldn't get myself there. She sensed my frustration, and sat up, and swiveled herself to face me again. "What's wrong my pet? I thought you would like being eternally hard? Hmm? Well, if you are not going to cum, then I'm going to," she cooed. She slid down, and mounted me again. She sat up, straddling me, looking me in the eyes. She took her discarded thong, and fit it over my head so that the crotch covered my nose and mouth. I sucked it into my mouth, tasting her. Her hands pinched her nipples while she gyrated her hips, using my cock to massage her pussy. "Rub my clit for me," she ordered. I reached a hand to her pussy, and used my thumb to rub circles around and over her clit. She purred her approval, and began to roll her hips so that she trapped my thumb between us, using her weight to grind her clit into my thumb. Her hands fell to my chest, grabbing onto me, digging her nails into me. Her breathing became more ragged, and she worked herself this way until she was again engulfed by another orgasm. Without stopping, she began to ride up and down on my cock. Her ass slamming down onto my thighs. She rode me like this for what felt like forever. Slowly, I felt my balls begin to boil. My climax was creeping closer. Sweat was dripping from her as she fucked me, and fucked herself to another orgasm. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room, and there was no doubt that she was cumming. When she came down from her orgasm, she collapsed again onto my chest, breathing hard. Her hot sweat soaked body against mine. "Slut, you will do as I order," she gasped, "and I want you to fuck me until you cum inside me. You will fill me with your hot seed." Then she pushed away the thong, and kissed me again, hard. I reached around her, grabbing her ass, and I rolled over on top of her. I grabbed a pillow, and pushed it under her hips, and thrust deeply. I lay on top of Mistress, her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locking me to her. I pushed my arms beneath her, wrapping around her tiny waist, and holding her against me. My cock thrust into her pussy. Our entire bodies were connected. We kissed, and I fucked her. I became lost in the feel of her against my body, and I focused my thoughts on the warm wetness that enveloped my cock. I don't know how long I fucked her, but I did cum. When it hit me, I know I screamed out, but it was only because I heard myself. My cum shot into her in long hot streams. I kept thrusting, waiting for my cock to soften, but it didn't. My cock became hyper sensitive, and I had to pull out. But, Mistress pulled me back with her legs. "Did I say you were done?" "Mistress, please, I cannot. It is too sensitive," I stammered as she thrust her hips against me, sending electric bolts of sensation through my cock. "On your back, slut," she ordered. I tried to pull out of her to roll on my back, but she rolled with me instead, never letting me slip from her pussy. She ended up straddling me again, and began to ride me. I shook uncontrollably as she thrust herself onto my still rigid cock. If it there is such thing as too good, this was it. She picked up her pace, and my cock felt like it was at that precipice of climax. That glorious feeling of climax, but when it doesn't stop, it is too much, and I screamed in protest. "Mistress, please, stop, please I beg you," I begged. She slowed, and fixed her dark eyes on mine. "If I stop," and she stopped, "then you will do as I say without question," and she thrust herself upon me again. "Yes, Mistress, of course, anything," I pleaded. She raised herself up again, "Good," and she started to drop again, then stopped, and gave me her wicked devilish grin. She climbed forward, up my body, and straddled my face again. I stared up at her swollen lips. Her juices and my cum mixed together covered them, and I could see more beginning to trickle out of her pussy. I felt her grab my cock with her hand, and squeeze it, and pull. As the ring of her fingers and thumb crowned my head, my cock involuntarily convulsed again, still too sensitive, and I felt a little more cum push its way out of me. She brought her hand to my face. It was covered in my cum and her juices. "Pet, it pleases me to see you eat your cum, lick it clean from my hand," she purred. I opened my mouth, and she pushed her fingers into my mouth. I sucked them, licking them clean. I took each finger in turn, then licked her palm, and anywhere else that she offered. I didn't really think about eating my own cum so much as serving her. It pleased her. The taste of my cum was sweeter than I expected. Mixed with her juices, I relished the flavor. "Good, you like that don't you? Well, for pleasing me, you may have more," she praised me and rewarded me by lowering her cum filled pussy to my face. I opened my mouth, and pushed my tongue inside her to draw out the nectar that was my cum and her juices mixed. Somehow, it felt right to be sucking this elixir from her pussy. Everything about it made me feel good, and as such, the taste was like honey to me. Laying beneath her, helpless and unable to resist her as she sat on my face, I had the same warmth that I felt when she praised me, but better. I licked and sucked on her, coaxing more and more of my cum from her. I truly had cum more than I could believe possible as mouthful after mouthful of warm cum flowed into my mouth. Mistress rolled her hips, and moved her clit into my mouth. I sucked on it, licking it in the way that I knew she liked. I could hear her moaning in approval. Soon, she was cumming again, and she pushed her pussy lips back onto my mouth. Her climax forced the final drops of cum from her pussy and into my mouth. She slid off of my face, and back down my body. She took her thong, and used it to wipe my face. She smiled down at me, and I felt a warm feeling in my face and chest. She was so pleased, and it made me feel so good. She reached behind her, and took my cock in her hand, guiding it back into her pussy. Fortunately, I was no longer over-sensitized. She rode me sensuously for what must have been another half hour. She kissed me, licked my nipples, and just smiled and looked into my eyes. I marveled at how hard I remained. She brought herself to one more climax. This one softer, but she looked no less satisfied. She lay down on me again, kissing me deeply. I felt her shifting her weight, and she climbed off of me. She got on her hands and knees. "Fuck me from behind. Be good my pet, remember who's in charge," she purred. She took a couple pillows, and pushed them beneath her pelvis, and lay her chest on the bed, her ass in the air. I moved behind her, and spent a few minutes worshiping her ass and pussy with my tongue. Then I pushed myself inside her, slowly. I kept a slow pace, and made sure to take long strokes, pulling my cock almost completely our of her each time. With my hands free, I took the liberty of massaging her ass and lower back while I massaged her pussy with my cock. I didn't think it was possible, but I could feel another climax building. I closed my eyes, and kept thrusting. Mistress's moans and sighs guided me, and soon I felt her fingers on my balls. She tickled them each time I bottomed out in her pussy. I looked, and saw that her other hand was also between her legs. I knew she was playing with her clit. "Mmmm...pet, I am getting close. I want you to cum with me," she said softly. I started thrusting faster and harder. Mistress continued to encourage me with soft moans and whimpers. I could feel my balls tightening, and I knew I was near climax. "Mistress, may I cum again?" I asked, knowing I was only a few deep thrusts away. "Soon, my pet, cum with me, but no sooner," she whispered, and I felt her working her pussy faster. I kept pushing into her, and then she was cumming. "Ooooh, yes, now, cum for me now," she hissed between ragged breaths. I let go, and my orgasm swept through me. With each thrust, I felt a hot stream of cum shooting into her pussy. I heard her crying out with pleasure, and I too was groaning. I kept pushing into her, and soon I felt my cock softening. When I was too soft, I pulled out of her. She lay in place, breathing hard. Her ass still propped up by the pillows, and I could see my cum leaking from her pussy. Without prompting, I knelt and began to lick her pussy clean. I heard her purring with approval. When she finally pushed me away, and rolled to her side, she looked at me kneeling at her feet and smiled. "You have served me well. If you continue to serve me well, I will reward you again like today. You would like that wouldn't you?" she asked with a knowing smile. I was unable to say anything, but a simple, "Yes, Mistress." "Excellent. Now, I need a little rest. You may curl up and sleep at my feet while I nap." Without another word, she closed her eyes, and drifted into sleep. I did as she suggested, and lay down at her feet. She felt me there, and pushed her feet into me so that they rested on my stomach. I wrapped my arms and hands around them to keep them warm, and then I too fell asleep. **** When I awoke, Mistress was still sleeping peacefully. I didn't move so I wouldn't wake her, and simply watched her sleep. I thought about the last month, the last week. I was riding on a train, and I had no idea where it was headed. I could jump off at my own peril, but staying aboard had its advantages. Mistress had certainly taken care of me this week. She had opened my eyes to desires in me that I didn't know were there, or at least had never admitted to myself. It could certainly be the fact that I was laying at the feet of a beautiful, naked 18 year-old woman who had drawn out the two most intense orgasms of my life, but somehow, I knew that there was more to this. I felt good about where I was, laying at her feet. I felt grounded, and I felt I had purpose. I wasn't saving the planet by serving her, but somehow, it was enough. Its not like I was going to stop teaching. That certainly also had its noble-save-the-world benefits to it as well. I had been watching Mistress sleeping peacefully and thinking for about 10 minutes when she stirred, and opened her eyes. She looked at me and smiled. "Mmmm...I feel much better, pet. We should get cleaned up, then, you are taking me out for dinner," she said. "Get the shower ready for me. I like it rather hot, and I'll need two towels. When you are done washing me, you may clean up yourself." I got the shower running, and brought a few towels. Mistress stepped into the bathroom just as I was going to tell her that things were ready for her. She put her hand into the water, and smiled at me, then stepped into the shower. She let the water cascade over her breasts, and turned to look at me. "Pet, you can't wash me from there, now can you?" she asked, giggling at me. She could see I was starting to get hard again. I stepped into the shower with her. She turned to face me, then backed into the water, laying her head back to let the water wet her hair. I stepped closer to her, and ran my hands through her hair. She stepped away from the water, her breasts touching me she was so close, and I felt my cock brushing against her stomach. She reached down, and took it in her hands. "I'll hold onto this, and make sure you don't get into trouble. Wash my hair, pet. Make sure that the soap doesn't get into my eyes." I squeezed some shampoo into my hands, then massaged it into her long lustrous hair. Mistress took some of the soapy bubbles from her hair, and used it to lubricate my cock, stroking me while I washed her hair. Looking into her eyes, I could tell she was amused by the distraction she was offering me. When I had her hair nice and lathered, I held her neck as she lay her head back into the hot streams of water, using my other hand to rinse the shampoo from her hair. While I did this, it occurred to me that I needed to find out what kind of shampoo and conditioner she preferred. When her hair was rinsed, Mistress handed me the soap. I used my hands to soap up her entire body. After helping her rinse the soap from her skin, she took my face in her hands, and pulled me to her for a kiss. She kissed me slowly and softly. Then released me, and stepped out of the shower. "Finish up, and get ready for dinner. You are taking me to a nice restaurant tonight," she said as she wrapped her hair in one of the towels. I finished my own shower, making sure to use the special cleanser on my newly waxed areas. When I had finished my bathroom routine, I found Mistress in my bedroom, already dressed. Her perfume permeated the room, and my cock twitched again. She was dressed in a understated, but sexy black dress that showed off her figure. The back of the dress was low cut enough, that I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Given what I had learned, I suspected she may not have been wearing anything except that dress and her perfume. The dress ended mid-thigh, and her black high heeled boots ended at the top of her calves. "Mistress, I hope you don't mind me saying, you look incredible," I said, meaning it. "Ooh, aren't you sweet my pet. A Mistress never tires of compliments," she said. "I've chosen your lingerie for you, and I found some nice slacks and a sports coat in your closet. That will do for tonight, but you may need to invest in some new clothing. First, however, kneel," she continued, pointing at the floor in front of her. Still naked from the shower, I knelt in front of her. She walked around me, and from behind me, she wrapped something around my neck. It was soft and warm, and I could smell the scent of leather. It jingled as she closed it tight around my neck. Without thinking, I reached up to touch it. "Go ahead, my pet. You may touch it. Get used to it. This is your collar, and you will wear it from now on when we are together. It is a symbol of your submission and service to me. You do not have to wear it at school, but here and when we are out together, you will wear it. Remove it, and your service ends, but you know the consequences of the action," she instructed me. The collar was about an inch and quarter wide and made of a soft leather. It had a standard belt-like clasp in the back, and in the front, a metal fixture was attached to the collar, and a ring was attached that jingled as it moved. I was both scared, but also somehow excited by it. If anyone I knew saw me in the collar, especially with Mistress, I knew I would have a very hard time explaining it. On the other hand, giving myself to her, my submission as she said, hit me in the core. It touched that sense of purpose that I had felt and thought about while watching her sleep. Mistress had come around to stand in front of me again. I looked up at her and smiled. "Thank you Mistress. I don't know what to say, but it makes me feel good somehow. Thank you." She smiled down at me, "Good my pet, now, get dressed. We have a drive before we get to dinner." ***** It took us a little over an hour to get to the far side of Adamsville, the same town where she had brought me for my waxing appointment. I was relieved to be so far from home. I didn't know anyone who lived in Adamsville, and I didn't think anyone from home would drive so far for dinner. The restaurant was a nice quiet romantic restaurant. The hostess greeted us, and I could tell she was trying not so look at my collar. I felt my face flushing, and I tried to just keep breathing. Mistress stepped forward, and gave her my name. The hostess found our reservation, and led us to a booth. I kept my eyes down, watching Mistress's legs mostly to avoid making eye contact with any of the other diners. I could tell they were all looking at us...looking at me with my collar. When our waitress came to the table, she took one look at me, and turned to Mistress, addressing her. "Can I get you anything from the bar tonight?" she asked politely. "Oh, nothing for the bar tonight, thank you. Could you tell me what tonight's specials are?" Mistress asked. The waitress described the specials, and Mistress then ordered for both of us. When the waitress left to place the order, Mistress turned to me. "How do you feel? Does your collar make you feel embarrassed?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress, it does." "That will pass one day. I must admit to you, I like to see you squirm. Our waitress is quick. Did you see that she knew to address me, and not you? The collar has meaning to you and I, but it also tells the informed that you are mine. With your submission to me, your service, I also take on a responsibility. I am charged with caring for your needs. Just as I ordered your dinner, made these reservations, even set up your waxing appointment, I am responsible for making sure that your needs are met. You are not so helpless that I need to make sure you feed yourself or do your laundry, but you will come to rely on me in your service to me." I listened to Mistress speak, and I tried to keep up with what she was saying. I had not considered her point of view. There was a certain amount of freedom that I gained by giving up my freedom to her. I was free to allow her to make certain decisions for me. I wasn't sure it added up mathematically, but it did balance more than I expected. It was less of an inequality, and it had more of a special equality to it all. "I think I understand, Mistress. I will think on this more, but I think I like it." Dinner arrived shortly, and Mistress continued to lead our conversation. The food was quite good, and Mistress's choices for entree were well-chosen. I learned that she had lived in many places, her family moving often. Her father was in the military, and he was an officer. She attributed her dominant side to her father. To myself, I thought perhaps her father was part drill sergeant, but I suppressed the thought. When the check arrived, I was unsure how to proceed. Normally, I would pay, but now, I was unsure if that was too presumptuous of me. On the other hand, I did not want to insult Mistress by not offering to pay for our dinner. I looked to her, and she saw the apprehension on my face. "Ah, good my pet, you are coming along so well. You do not know what to do with the check? You are asking yourself if you should pay or if that is just an assumption based on a male-dominated world? I am glad to see that you are thinking, and I am glad that you are confused by this. It is a sign that you understand more than you think, and that you are thinking of me and my feelings first. You may pay for this meal. In time, you will learn when it is appropriate for you to pay, and when you should leave it to me," she instructed me. Teacher's Pet? Ch. 04 I marveled at her confidence. Just 18, but she seemed so self-assured, and so mature. I wondered if being a military brat had forced her to grow up faster or if she was just that smart. I put down my credit card, and then it also occurred to me that if her officer of a father ever learned about what we were doing together, that displeasing Mistress was the least of my troubles. My realization must have shown on my face. "What's wrong my pet?" she asked. "Ah, Mistress, where do your parents think you are right now?" I asked. "Oh, don't you worry about them. My father is overseas, and my mother...well, let's just say that I have her under control," she answered, and smiled at me. I knew better than to ask more questions. The waitress returned my credit card with the receipt. I added a generous tip, and signed it. Mistress was already standing, and I quickly followed her out of the restaurant. We drove back to my apartment, and when we arrived, she turned to me in the car as I turned off the engine. "Pet, you have done well today. Tomorrow, you may have the day to yourself. Remember to wear your special lingerie for me, everyday. As winter approaches, you'll come to appreciate the extra warmth that the stockings provide. Next week, we will visit the store together, and we will choose more lingerie for you with the gift certificate. Now, for your homework, I want you to stroke yourself each night, and think of me. I want you to bring yourself to the verge of climax, but do not let yourself cum. You will teach yourself to control your orgasms. Someday, perhaps you will not need your vitamins to truly please me. Keep your collar on whenever you are in your apartment. I will allow you carry it in your bag to school, but not wear it. Instead, you will wear this in school," she said, handing me a necklace made from a leather string, no thicker than a boot lace, with 5 black beads. I looked at them, and I could see that painted on the beads in black were the letters M-Y-P-E-T. I could only see them if I looked very carefully, and mostly by letting the light reflect off of the beads to see where there was no reflection. It was similar to a style that many of the boys and girls were wearing. They were readily available in the downtown shops. "Thank you, Mistress. I will wear this for you," I said. I felt myself going flush. I knew that no one would really be able to read or even see the letters, but I also knew that it would be noticed as no one of my age wore this type of necklace. The kids would ask about it. I would need a story. Mistress looked at me, holding me with her piercing gaze, then reached her hand around my neck, and drew me to her. She kissed me softly. "Good night my pet," she whispered, and got out of the car. I watched her walk away from the car, down the street and turn the corner. I realized I had no idea how she got to my apartment, nor where she lived. I went into my apartment, and sat on the couch. I felt oddly lonely suddenly. Feeling restless in my solitude, I got up again, and went to the bedroom to get undressed. I stripped down to my lingerie, did my night time routine, and lay on the bed. I had homework to do, and I wasn't going to fall behind on my first night. Monday morning started with a rush of adrenaline. I had spent the rest of the weekend wearing my collar, that I had grown accustomed to it, and it was oddly comforting. I thought it was going to bother me to have something around my neck. But, the leather was soft, and it didn't chafe. The sound of the ring clinking as I moved was soothing as it reminded me that I was serving Mistress, and it gave me that warm sensation of purpose and place. All this, in that short period of time got me into a state of comfort that I walked out of my apartment door, and all the way to my car when I saw myself in reflected on the driver's side door window as I was opening the door. I suddenly realized that I was about to drive to school, and I was still wearing the collar. I had simply put it back on after I showered in the morning, and worse, walking to my car, I had passed two other residents of the apartment complex. I tried to remember if they had noticed, but I hadn't been paying attention as I had been reading the paper while I had been walking, so I mostly just said casual good mornings, but never really made eye contact. I quickly ducked into the car, and took off the collar. My heart was racing, and I my face was hot. I turned on the car, and turned the air conditioning on high just to cool myself. I stuffed the collar into my bag, and fished out my "day" collar. I looked again at the black beads with their black lettering, "MYPET". I took a few moments to put it on, struggling both because I was not good with the clasp, and because my hands were shaking from the adrenaline that shot through my blood stream from my realization at the car door. When I got it clasped, I looked at myself in the mirror. It hung on my neck, visible through the gap between made by my unbuttoned collar. I couldn't wear a tie because it would cover it, and I knew that Mistress would not be happy if I hid it. I also wanted people to see it, even though I was afraid people would see it. Something in me wanted to "live on the edge" and share my servitude publicly without disclosing the details. Fortunately, many of the male teachers did not wear ties, and it was not a requirement in this school. When I arrived at school, it took a few minutes before anyone made any note of my new jewelry, and it was Sarah the English teacher. I was getting my mail from the faculty room, when she stopped by to get hers. "Good morning Geoff, did your-- well, well, what do we have here? Are you sure you didn't have a hot date this weekend?" she teased. I felt my face getting warm. "Ah, er...no really, I just saw it this weekend, and bought it on a whim....Do I look younger now?" I smiled weakly. "Um...I don't know. Well, tell me how that works out for you, hehe," she laughed. I could tell she knew that the kids would be merciless. If I were maybe 5-7 years younger, I could probably pull it off, but I was in the wrong decade of my life to wear it well. I made it to my classroom without a comment or even a sideways look that I noticed. Monday mornings kids were not paying attention to teachers in the hallways. When class started, I felt like everyone was staring at it. More likely, most of the sleepy teenagers were just looking toward me, but looking below my face trying to avoid eye contact themselves. It wasn't until my third class of the day that a student finally said something. "Dude, what's with the...you know," he said pointing at his own neck and motioning toward me. "Excuse me, Jeremy? Did you have a question on the homework?" I asked, trying to bring him back to the class. "Um, no, but why are you wearing those beads, dude? You trying to be cool or something?" he asked. The class erupted into laughter. My face flushed, and I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then addressed the group. It took a few tried before they had settled down enough for me to be able to be heard over the din. "Thank you everyone. Jeremy and everyone..." I realized I had not actually thought about what the answer to this question. Not even my run in with Sarah that morning had prompted me to try and come up with a plausible story. "I...I don't think we need to dwell on this. Suffice to say, it was a gift, and the person who gave it to me made me promise to wear it to school everyday. So, here I am." It was the best I could do, and I hoped it would be the end, but I knew better. "So, like are you going steady now? Do you get to wear his letterman jacket too?" Jeremy kept pushing. The class was now out of control with laughter. I knew I was beet red with embarrassment, but standing behind my lectern, I could also feel my cock twitch which reminded me that I was wearing panties, a garter, and stockings which just made the situation worse as I felt myself swelling. Mistress wasn't even in this class, but I could feel her in the laughter from the kids, and through the silky fabric of the panties and stockings as they rubbed against my skin and against the fabric of my pants. "OK...OK....that's enough fun for today. Let's get back to the homework assignment, OK?" I tried to regain control of class, but I knew it wouldn't be easy. It took a few more tries, but the kids did settle down, and we managed to finish the review of the homework. When the bell rang, and the kids made their way out of the room, I saw a few boys and even some of the girls giving Jeremy high fives. It was lunch period, and I was pulling together some papers when I heard the tell tale clicking of Mistress's heels in my classroom. I looked up and saw her smiling at me. "Hi my pet. I hear Jeremy scored some points in class today?" she smirked. "Don't you worry. I am proud of you for not losing your cool, and for following my orders. It pleases me that you are getting so good at obeying me." I kept watch on the doorway to make sure no one else was going to interrupt this conversation. "Yes, Mistress, Jeremy did win some points with his classmates today, and I suppose the story will filter throughout campus before long, but I don't think it will be remembered for too long. I'm sure something else will happen that will become the talk of the student body soon enough." "I suppose you are right," she mused. By now the hallway outside the door was empty, and I could tell that the students had vacated the area. During lunch, almost no one ever stayed inside the building during the warmer months, opting to eat outside on the lawns. Mistress approached me, and stepped up next to me. She reached for me, looping two fingers around the waist and belt of my pants, and pulled. She peered down into my pants. I looked down, and I could see that she had a clear view of my purple panties and matching garter. She let go, looked up and smiled at me. "Mmmm my pet, you make me so happy," she said and she grabbed my cock and balls through my pants and gave them a quick squeeze. Then she turned around, and walked out of the room. As she exited, I heard her say, "I'll see last period, I have questions about the homework." I was going to say something, but stopped knowing she wouldn't hear me as she had already disappeared out of site. I looked down, and I could see my cock was now forming a tent in my pants. I sat down, and took a few deep breaths and just read some homework papers to distract myself. Fortunately, it only took a couple minutes, and I was under control again so I could go get my lunch from the faculty room. When the last period finally rolled around, I had gotten used to the jokes from the kids. I was no less embarrassed by it all, but at least I knew it was coming. Word of Jeremy's antics had spread, but since he had done is thing, no one else seemed to feel the need to really push it in class. Tish took her seat in the front of the room, and she was beaming. I could tell she was enjoying the embarrassment that I was feeling. As we reviewed the homework assignment, Tish raised her hand as I expected she would. She again began a line of questions that took us through the problem set and beyond. Unlike the last time she did this, she seemed to have prepared for it because the questions got harder and harder. They were all good questions, but were you strip away all the words, what was left was "why". It was like talking to a 3 year old who just keeps asking "why?" to each answer except that Tish clearly knew the answers, so she phrased her questions in such a way that it all sounded very normal, and wasn't at all annoying. Nonetheless, I was having a hard time coming up with answers that both the kids would understand, and that I could defend. I didn't want to just say, "Because I said so." The rest of the class enjoyed watching Tish make me dance around the room like I was on a string. Never before had I so fully appreciated the phrase, "Saved by the bell." The kids cleared out in their usual fashion, and some even gave Tish high fives as they walked past her. I realized that it wasn't just that she had me so flustered trying to answer questions, but I had completely forgotten to go over new material or to assign homework. "Well, you did well today. You're pretty good with this math stuff, I guess that's why you are the teacher," she said with a knowing smile. "Tomorrow, I want you to wear a thong for me." "Yes, Mistress," I answered. "On Wednesday, I'd like to take you shopping again. Plan on it after school, I will meet you at your apartment at 4 o' clock. In the meantime, don't forget your homework assignment." "Yes, Mistress, I will plan for a shopping trip for Wednesday. I have been doing my homework each night." "Good. Now, I have other business to attend to." She stood, and walked out of the room. I watched her hips and ass sway as she strutted from the room. *** The following day was generally uneventful except for the fact that I had a permanent wedgie. Wearing a thong takes some getting used to. On one hand, knowing that there was nothing between my ass cheeks the world except my pants made me feel exposed. Although, I also rationally knew that you couldn't tell by looking at me. Feeling the thong between my ass cheeks was a constant reminder of my servitude, and I was semi-hard most of the day. It was distracting enough that I hardly noticed the stockings and garter. Mistress showed up in my room again at lunch to check on me. She again dropped a pencil and asked me to retrieve it. Knowing the ruse, I bent over, showing her my ass as I did so. I felt her hands on my ass, feeling for the edges of the thong. "Good my pet. Do you like the way it feels?" she asked. "Um...its not entirely uncomfortable, but I have to fight the urge to try and pull the thong out to relieve the wedgie feeling," I answered, looking at her feet, too embarrassed to look at her. "Hmm...you'll get used to that. Just think of that mild tickling as me and you'll grow to like it." "Yes, Mistress, I think I am already growing to like it in more ways than one," I admitted. Somehow, I couldn't keep things from her, although I spoke in almost a whisper. "I will see you in class my pet, and then we will go shopping," she said with obvious excitement in her voice. And then, I saw her feet turn, and walk away. I looked up to watch her from behind. Today she wore a simple black t-shirt that hugged her thin waist, and black pencil skirt. Her boots had thick platform soles, and buckles that reached up to her knees. I felt my cock twitching with anticipation of our afternoon together. *** I got home as quickly as I could after school, and stripped to my lingerie and swapped my beaded necklace for my collar. It was almost 4 pm. I stared at myself in the mirror, marveling at how I had gotten here, but regretting nothing. The front of my pink thong has a spot of wetness as precum had been leaking from me all day. I put my clothes on the bed, knowing that I'd need to put them back on, but my doorway greeting demanded that I do so in my lingerie. When the knock on the door came, I was already kneeling at the door, and I saw on the clock it was exactly 4 pm. I tempted fate, and opened the door without looking through the peep hole. I saw Mistress's boots. "Good afternoon Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve," I greeted her as she walked past me. A quick peek out the door confirmed she was alone, and I closed the door. "Good afternoon my pet. Come here and stand. I want to see your sexy thong." I stood and walked to her. She smiled, and walked a slow circle around me. I felt her fingers touching me, drawing lines on me as she circled me. She brushed her fingers over my cock and balls, then tweaked my nipples. Standing directly in front of me, she stepped close to me, and tilted my head down to hers. Her lips were almost touching mine. I resisted leaning forward to kiss her as much as I wanted to. "You are my sexy little pet, aren't you. I think we need to get you something to wear to sleep. I want you feeling sexy all night long like the little slut that you are. Don't you think that's a good idea?" she asked, her lips just barely brushing against mine. When she finished her question, she flicked her tongue over my lips teasing me. "Ahh...yes Mistress, I like that idea very much," I answered in a hoarse voice. My cock was rigid, and my entire being was screaming to touch her and to be touched by her. I felt her reach around me, and hook her fingers under the thong at my hips. She gently tugged on the thong, forcing it to pull tighter on my cock and balls and tighter between my legs. "Good. Now, go get dressed, but leave the collar on. We are going shopping," she purred. As I turned to go to the bedroom, she spanked my ass hard, and I heard her giggle. *** We drove out of town again to the same shopping mall where I had shopped before. When we walked through the mall, I kept my eyes down, watching Mistress's feet as I trailed her by about a step. She led me directly to the Victoria's Secret store. When we entered the store, she made her way toward the register, and I heard her address the sales clerk. "Hi, I think we could use some help," she said. I looked up, and saw that she was talking to the same sales clerk that had helped me. She looked at me, and gave me a knowing smile and a wink. "Of course, what can I do to help? My name is Tanya, and I remember your friend. I do hope he's enjoying his purchases," she said to Tish. "Oh yes, I think he has enjoyed them very much," Mistress assured her. Mistress leaned forward and whispered something to Tanya, but I could not hear. I could see Tanya look at me a few times quickly while they conversed, and she smiled and nodded agreeably. The two of them walked toward one corner of the store, and I followed. They were looking at camisoles and baby dolls, pulling them from the rack, considering them, and putting some back, while holding onto some others. Mistress looked to me, and motioned for me to approach. "Here, my pet. Hold these. I think these may work for you. What do you think?" she asked, holding a camisole up against me to see if it was the right size. I felt my face growing hot as I knew other shoppers in the store surely saw what she was doing. I followed the two around the store as they picked out various pieces, holding them up against me, and then handing some to me, while returning others to the rack. After working our way around the store, Tanya led us to the back of the store. "Come this way. I can't let you use the dressing rooms because there are other customers here. But, we have our back room here where we keep all the extra inventory. I think we can have you use this space." She led us through a door into a back storage space. It was lined with boxes, and on the other end of the room was large door that clearly led to the outside where a truck could load and unload inventory. "No one will bother you here. I've alerted the rest of the staff," she said as she made her way to the door. "Tanya, please stay here. We'll need your expertise, won't we my pet?" Mistress asked me. "Yes, Mistress," I answered, knowing there was no other answer. My face was flushed, and my cock was standing at attention. I knew that my excitement was clearly visible through my pants. Mistress told me to strip down to my lingerie so that we could see how these new pieces looked, and to make sure they were the right sizes. I kept my eyes on the floor as I took off my clothes. "Well, those stockings look quite nice on him," Tanya commented as I stood in front of the two women. Tanya handed me a silky camisole to try on. I carefully slipped it over my head, and it slid over my shoulders and down my torso. Mens clothing requires some pulling and such, but the silky fabric simply slid over me, and gravity pulled it down until it hung from my shoulders. Thin spaghetti straps kept it from falling to the floor. The camisole hung to just below my crotch. Looking down, the black silky fabric contrasted with the pink stockings I was wearing. Teacher's Pet? Ch. 04 Mistress and Tanya circled me, touching me here and there, and commenting on how good I looked. I felt my nipples harden as they touched the smooth cool fabric of the camisole. We repeated this process for a number of different styles and colors. By the end, they had separated the choices into two piles, clearly the keepers and the rejects. "There, that was fun wasn't it my pet?" Mistress asked me. "I think Tanya deserves a special thank you for her help, don't you?" "Of course Mistress," I answered, not knowing what special thank you I was going to be giving. I looked at Tanya, and she smiled at me, then turned her back to me, and leaned on a pile of boxes. She reached back, and pulled her skirt up, exposing her ass. She wore a thong that framed her ass. Mistress walked over to her, and ran a hand over Tanya's ass, looking at me. "I think Miss Tanya would like you to lick her ass, my pet." I was so beyond rationale thought, that it almost seemed completely reasonable to me. I was so hyped up from the last 30 minutes of trying on sexy lingerie, and having the two touch me, and talk about me, that I was ready to explode from sexual frustration. I moved over behind Tanya, and dropped to my knees. Mistress moved the thong out of the way, sliding it to the side, and I leaned forward, tongue extended. She smelled different then Mistress, but no less feminine. She was more musty, and I knew that she had been on her feet all day, working. My tongue pushed between her ass cheeks, and sought out her rosebud. I circled it with my tongue, and use my hands to spread her cheeks apart. I heard her moan in delight and approval. I continued to circle her tight little rosebud for a few minutes, then pushed my tongue against her, trying to fuck her ass with my tongue. By now, Tanya was rubbing her own clit. With her other hand, she reached between her legs, and hooked a finger around the ring on my collar pulling me against her. It didn't take long before I felt her climax. I kept tongue fucking her as best I could, and licking her ass as she rode through her orgasm. As she came down, I kept licking her ass lightly until I felt her release my collar. I stayed on my knees, looking up at her and Mistress. Tanya had turned around, and straightened her skirt. She was flush from her climax, and she and Mistress shared a look. Then Mistress took Tanya's face in her hands, and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. I had seen lesbian porn on the Internet, but this was really the first time I had seen two women really kiss. It turned me on more than I could have imagined. They broke their kiss, and both looked at me and smiled. "Come my pet, get dressed, we have purchases to make," Mistress ordered. "I work most weekdays until closing, and I close the shop on Thursdays if you ever need more help," Tanya offered to Mistress, a little breathless. "Thank you, Tanya, I'm sure we'll be back sometime, won't we pet?" Mistress produced the gift certificate, and we made the purchase. All told, Mistress had chosen 7 different camisoles and nightgowns. All of them were sexy pieces made from silk or satin, and had lace and little bows. The gift certificate was almost enough to cover the bill, and I handed over my credit card to cover the remaining balance. The other sales clerk looked at Tanya with a knowing look. She looked a little jealous as far as I could tell as her eyes moved from Tanya to Mistress to me and back to Tanya. Mistress smiled at her, took the bag with our purchases, and handed it to me to carry. "Come, my pet, we have to get you home for your beauty rest," she giggled. I followed her out of the store, my cock still forming a tent in my pants.