7 comments/ 128933 views/ 31 favorites You Can't Handle Me Ch. 01 By: DedeM Note: All characters in this story are 18 and older. It was the first day of the spring semester of high school. It was a bit on the warm side for late January in the Eastern US, so students and teachers alike were arriving to school with either light jackets or sweaters, and jeans or slacks. Denise was no exception as she arrived in her classroom to teach her first class of the day, World History, which was comprised of mostly freshmen and sophomores. She was wearing a pink sweater and black slacks, with black heels to match. She opened a large drawer on the side of her desk and placed her purse inside, and then sat down to prepare for the first group of students to start filing in. Denise had been a teacher at her alma mater for the past 13 ½ years, and for the most part she enjoyed it very much. She was the kind of teacher that was loved by the good, well-behaved students, and hated by the slackers and the troublemakers, for she had a reputation for not taking any crap from them, and enforcing her rules and handling her own discipline. It was very rare that she ever had to send an unruly student to the principal's office-she preferred to handle behavioral issues directly and strictly. Because of her tough reputation, most kids didn't even bother misbehaving in her class-they either showed up and listened or didn't show up at all. To the good students, however, she was more of a friend, a mentor, someone they could feel comfortable talking to. Maybe it was her still-youthful appearance-she didn't come across as old and stuffy like many of her peers, she tended to dress fashionably, her hair was short brown with blonde highlights and always styled, and she made time for her students who were genuinely trying hard-after all, she had been the same kind of student herself, not blessed with smarts but always determined and hardworking and never giving up. So when she saw a student struggling but trying, she empathized and gave that student whatever help they needed. Her first period class came and went fairly smoothly-it was the same group she had had first semester, with no new transfers (as was sometimes the case at the start of second semester), so they all knew what to expect. The bell rang and the students quickly got up and filed out and down the hall for their next class. The schedule was in blocks and changed from day to day, so sometimes there was a break between classes, as there was today: Denise didn't have a class during second period, and then had her senior geography class third period. As the last student left, Denise walked out into the hall. It was empty; the only three classrooms on that end of the hall were unoccupied that period, and the girls' bathroom directly across from her classroom was temporarily closed for maintenance. She looked down the hall in the other direction, and once she was satisfied there was nobody left in the hall, she began to turn around to head back into her classroom and get ready for the next class in about an hour. Just as she turned, she heard a noise that surprised her. She stopped and turned back, and heard it again. It seemed to be coming from the closed bathroom. She slowly moved closer, trying to figure out what the sound was-it sounded like someone was eating, or mumbling-all she could hear was a 'mmmm' sound. The door was propped partially open, with an orange cone in the doorway that had the 'Closed' sign taped to it. Quietly, slowly, Denise stepped over the cone, as the sound grew a bit louder. Then, just as she turned the corner, she saw what was happening, and her jaw dropped as she stared, wide-eyed. In the center of the bathroom stood a young man, his back to the door, someone that Denise didn't recognize at all. But she did recognize the girl who was on her knees in front of him-it was Sara, one of her senior students, probably the smartest girl in the senior class and the likely class valedictorian! As Denise watched in shock, the young man suddenly pulled his cock out of Sara's mouth-that was the sound she had been hearing!- and started spraying his seed all over her pretty face, into her straight brown hair, and down her neck and chest. "Oh my God!" Denise exclaimed. "What is going on here?" The young man suddenly yanked his pants up and turned, running quickly past the stunned teacher and out the door. "Hey, wait a min"- but Denise was too late to stop him. She turned her attention back to Sara, who was still kneeling on the floor, blushing deeply with embarrassment, and trembling. "Sara? What was going on-are you okay?" She knelt down next to her prize pupil. "I-I-oh god it's all over me-gotta clean up, gotta get to class..." Sara was still shaking as Denise got up to get some paper towels. But the dispenser was empty, and the water was turned off due to the maintenance. "Don't move-I'll be right back!" And Denise ran across the hall, unlocked her drawer and pulled her purse out, and opened it to grab a pink handkerchief she kept in the side pocket. Then she raced back over to the bathroom, leaving her purse on the desk. She quickly began wiping the cum off of Sara's face as she slowly began to calm down. It took several minutes, but finally she got Sara cleaned off and presentable once again. She laid the soaked cloth on the sink and turned her attention back to her student. "Okay so who was he? How did this happen?" "Oh, Miss Denise," Sara replied, trying not to cry, "it all happened so fast...I never even saw him before my first class today-I don't even know his name! This is so embarrassing...!" "Now now, it's not the end of the world..." Denise stated, trying to calm Sara down. "Are you going to report me to the principal? Please don't...I promise it won't happen again..." "You're my best student, Sara, you have a bright future," Denise answered. "I won't tell anyone about this. But how did you end up in here...doing, that...?" she added, blushing a bit herself. "It was so silly...he was passing me notes during class, and the last one he told me to ask to use the bathroom and then meet him here...he slipped out of class when the teacher wasn't looking...he said he had something he wanted to show me, but I had to do exactly what he told me to do, so I got on my knees, and closed my eyes, and opened my mouth, and the next I knew I was...oh my god, Miss Denise, I don't know what I was thinking...!" "It's okay," Denise replied. "You're okay-he didn't do anything else, did he...?" "N-no," Sara stammered. "Okay, just sit here a minute and get yourself together, then we'll go over to my classroom and I'll write you a note for being late to second period. And I'll find out who this guy is and deal with him-you have my word on that...!" "Thank you, thank you so much, Miss Denise!" Sara gushed. After a few minutes, Sara got up, and they walked together across the hall to Denise's classroom to get the note. Denise stuffed the handkerchief back into the side pocket of her purse before she locked it back in the drawer, not noticing that the purse had been moved slightly while she was away... 2 Denise sat at her desk for the thirty or so minutes before her next class, trying to refocus on getting ready for it, but the experience she had just had was still front and center in her mind. After all, this was not just any 'skank' she had caught in the bathroom in such an act, it was Sara, the smartest girl in her class! She had known Sara for a few years, and knew her family, and this was just so much out of character for her. Sara was someone Denise was quite proud of as a shining example and role model for the rest of the girls in her class-to see her degrade herself before a boy in such a manner was unconscionable! Finally the bell rang to end second period, and the students began to file into her classroom for her third period, senior Advanced Placement (AP) World Geography class. Because it was an AP class and could count towards college credits, it drew only the smartest of the senior class, and thus was her most enjoyable class to teach that year. Sara was in this class, and so was the girl who seemed to be her biggest threat to class valedictorian, Melanie. Denise smiled as she saw Melanie walk in and take her seat; if someone had said two years before that Melanie would be second in her class, nobody would have believed it. At first glance, Melanie didn't look like the typical straight A student at all. She was naturally blonde, quite pretty, and voluptuous; she was a cheerleader. And until Denise had her in class two years prior, Melanie got by quite well on her looks, getting average grades without anyone seeming to take notice. As Denise got to know her during her sophomore year, she realized that Melanie was incredibly bright and smart, and decided she would work with her to help her realize her potential. The results were really quite amazing-by the time Melanie began her senior year she had completely transformed into a strong student, demonstrating her smarts in all her classes, and her personality and decision making reflected this as well. Two years ago, Melanie was the kind of girl who would have gotten caught in the bathroom like Sara did. Now, she confidently asserted her place, rebuffing the comments she got about her looks, and only staying friends with those who also took their classes and themselves seriously. Even Melanie's mother, who was a high school dropout, had been motivated by Melanie's success to go back and finish her GED. The bell rang to begin class, and Denise read off the roll call. Then she got to the two new students, transfers into the school. "Hector Gonzalez?" she asked. A Hispanic boy in the back stood up slowly, "Here." "And...Richard Masters?" A blonde young man of average height and build who was seated behind Melanie and in front of Sara stood up. "Call me Dick." This statement got a few chuckles from the class as Denise looked up to identify him, and as she did, she gasped and froze. It was him. The boy from the bathroom earlier, with Sara. In her class. He had a cocky grin on his face as his eyes met hers, and Denise smiled back-having this punk in one of her classes was going to make handling the incident so much easier, she thought, as he sat back down and she began her class. 3 Denise took the first few minutes of class to go over the second semester syllabus and class expectations. Then she gave the class a reading assignment for the next 20 minutes, during which time she planned to catch up on some of the work she didn't finish during her open period. A few minutes into the reading time, Denise heard a soft giggle. She looked up, but everyone seemed to be reading and doing what they were supposed to, so she sighed and went back to what she was doing. A few minutes later, she heard it again, a bit louder, and once again looked up to see nothing but thirty heads looking down into their books. The third time it happened, a few minutes later, it was obvious who was doing the giggling. Denise looked up and saw everyone looking and staring at Melanie, who was giggling uncontrollably. But that wasn't the reason everyone was looking at her and either gasping or laughing; Melanie's blouse was completely open and unbuttoned and her breasts were half-hanging out of her bra, and she was blushing deeply even as she was giggling. "Okay, that's enough!" Denise raised her voice, trying to hide her own shock and surprise. "Melanie?" "Yes, Miss Denise?" "In the hall. Now." Melanie quietly got up and walked quickly to the door as Denise met her there to open it. Most of the class let out gasps or were mumbling to each other about what kind of trouble Melanie was going to be in. Denise closed the door as soon as they were both in the hallway. "Melanie, what's the meaning of this?" Melanie was still blushing as she put her hand behind her back, trying to conceal what was in it. She was trying to speak but the words weren't coming out, as Denise saw her hand move. "What's that in your hand?" she asked the trembling student. Melanie's head dropped a bit as she produced the note she had been holding. Denise took it from her and opened it, reading it to herself: 'Hey Tits, I want to have some fun with that stupid cunt of a teacher. I want you to do exactly as I tell you. Every few minutes, I'm going to give you a soft poke, and when I do, you unbutton one button on that pretty little blouse, and giggle just a bit about ten seconds after you do it. The last time, when the last button opens, I want you to pull your bra down just enough to flash everyone those pretty titties. Do all this and there will be a wonderful present for you after class!' The note wasn't signed. Denise's face showed her anger and disappointment as she looked up at Melanie. "Who gave you this?" she demanded. "Th-the new boy...sitting behind me..." "I figured as much-I've already had one issue with him this morning. I'll handle him. What on earth possessed you to do something like this, to do what he told you to?" Melanie was still trembling in embarrassment. "I d-don't know, Miss Denise...he is kinda cute..." "You are so far above this now, Melanie. All the progress you've made the last two years-I won't allow you to throw it all away just because some cute new boy passes you a note! Now fix yourself and button your shirt, and go back and sit down. I'll expect to never have a conversation with you again like this. Understood?" "Yes, Miss Denise," Melanie replied as she finished buttoning her blouse. The look in her eyes showed that she knew Denise meant business. Denise opened the door as Melanie walked back in towards her seat, with everyone's attention on her and her change of behavior. "Mr. Masters"- "Dick." The boy chuckled. "Out here. Now." He got up quickly, almost as if he was anticipating it, and strode out into the hall. Denise quickly closed the door behind him, and then without hesitation, she got right in his face. At 5'7" each, they were eye to eye. "What the hell is this?" There was fire in her eyes as she spoke, flashing the note before his face. He smiled. "What bothers you more, the stupid part or the cunt part?" His eyes never wavered from hers, he never looked down or seemed uncomfortable, even in the face of her anger. "That's enough!" Denise shouted into his face. "I don't know who you think you are. I don't know what you got away with at your last school. I really don't care. I will NOT tolerate this kind of behavior in my class. I will NOT let you harm any of my students or jeopardize their futures. You may think this kind of stuff is funny," and she waved the note again, "but I take discipline VERY seriously. I've been teaching here a long time, and I've handled your type before. You think you're God's gift, you think you're better than those girls somehow, but you're not. They are smart and strong and have a lot going for them. So I suggest you drop your cocky attitude and learn some manners, for starters. And I want you back here in my class after school for detention. Understood?" The expression on his face didn't change a lot, but he nodded a bit. "Whatever," he sighed. "You can't handle me." And he turned as she opened the door, and walked back to his seat. As they returned to the class, there was a lot of whispering and talking back and forth-the rest of the class had heard Denise's shouting even with the door shut and figured this new kid was really in for it. "Alright, that's enough of that." Denise stated as she returned to her desk, and the class went quiet. "I hope everyone read the chapter I assigned-I have a few questions!" And she managed to get through three of them before the bell rang for the end of class. "Okay," she said as the students started putting their books away and getting up, "chapter 24 is your assignment for tonight." The class started filing out and down the hall to the cafeteria for lunch as she sat back down. 'There's always one smart-ass in every class', she thought to herself. 'Another challenge...well that's why I got into teaching, to educate, to change these kids, show them they are all able to succeed, give them the tools they need...even the punks like that one.' She had a thought, as she turned off the lights and locked the classroom behind her; she headed down the hallway and turned the opposite way of the cafeteria, towards the school office... 4 As her class was eating lunch, Denise was in the school office. "Hey, Denise," came a familiar voice from behind the counter. Stella had been working at the school almost as long as Denise had, and they were friends and former classmates there from their own school days. While both women were single, Stella had gotten married right out of high school, pregnant, and then quickly divorced soon after that. Her daughter was a senior there now and soon to graduate. "Hey Stella...I'm looking for the transcripts for one of my new students, I was hoping you could help?" Denise asked. "Sure, what's the name?" "Richard Masters..." "Ohh, him," Stella replied, almost giggling, as she reached down and picked up the file from her desk and handed it to Denise. "I saw him come in first thing this morning, what a dreamboat..." "Dreamboat? Stella? He's..." Denise quickly opened the file, "nineteen! You're old enough to be his"- "Mother, yeah, don't remind me, we aren't getting any younger, are we? I've got a boyfriend anyway...what about you? Who's in your life now?" "I'm way too busy for that sort of thing, and the idea of getting tied down with any man, giving up my power, my independence...No can do! I like my life the way it is just fine." "Sure you do," Stella replied. "So what's the deal with this guy?" Denise was looking back down at the file as she answered. "He's already a bit of a troublemaker...I was hoping something in his file might shed some light on it, but there's not much here! His grades are excellent, mostly A's...he lives with his father...and here's the name and phone number of his last school, in California." "I'm sure whatever his issues are, you'll handle him, you always do," Stella said as she got up to get the office cordless. "But here's the phone-call his last school, maybe they can tell you what his deal is. Ms. Vickers is out today, you can use her office if you want." "Thanks Stella, you're the best!" Denise said as she took the file and the phone into the vacant office and sat down, calling the number for his last school. "May I speak to one of the administrators, please?" she asked when the secretary answered. A minute later, she heard a female voice on the line. "This is Vice Principal Stewart, how may I help you?" "Yes hi, my name's Denise, I'm a teacher from Central Valley High in Virginia. I was hoping you might be able to give me some information on one of your former students, a Richard Masters..." The line went quiet for a few seconds. "Hello? Are you there?" Denise finally asked. "Y-yes..." Ms. Stewart finally replied, her voice sounding a bit shaken. "Richard Masters...he's at your school now?" "Yes, he just started today. I have some issues with him already and there's nothing in his file..." "One second." Denise heard the sound of a door being closed and locked. "Okay, I'm back. You need to find a way to expel him. Right away." "Expel him? After one day? What's going on? What happened when he was there?" "Trust me, he's not the kind of trouble you want at your school. He's a very smart kid, he tested off the charts, but he is very misguided, especially when it comes to dealing with women." "Yeah, I've seen that already," Denise interjected, "but something must have"- "He has some kind of quality about him, I'm not sure what, he's always been able to get what he wants from the girls. He isn't satisfied with messing with the easy ones though-he targets the smart girls, the ones who would challenge him. After a few incidents here, we were able to get him psychoanalyzed..." You Can't Handle Me Ch. 01 "And?" "He freely admitted that he thinks men are superior to women, that all women should be subservient, and that it was his 'calling' somehow, to make this happen, to 'put women back in their proper place'. The psychologist tried to explain to him that he was wrong, that men and women should be equals, but he wasn't having any of it. We tried to reach his father but didn't have any success, he seems to be the only person that has any influence over Dick. The incidents continued, even though one of his teachers was determined she was going to straighten him out..." "So what happened?" "Well, we finally expelled him about a month and a half ago, after we caught him in the girls' locker room, being 'serviced' by two girls, smart ones too! All of them were 18 or 19 so we couldn't press any charges, and he didn't seem terribly bothered-he said he'd done all he wanted to do at this school anyway, it was time to move on-I didn't realize he meant all the way across the country..." "Thank you, Ms. Stewart, thank you for all your info"- "There's something else you should know." The vice principal's voice lowered a bit. "When he was expelled, we kept a tight lid on it-we didn't want any of this leaking out to the press, it's not the kind of publicity we want for our school...but you need to know this. Soon after he left, the teacher, the one who had been trying her best to change him...she came into my office, in tears, telling me she wasn't fit to be a teacher any more, and she resigned. Also, the two girls we caught him with both dropped out of school. These were smart girls, they would have both gone to good colleges...I tried to get a hold of them, all three of them, to try and change their minds, but I was told they had left town, with no forwarding address...Whatever happened, it really shook them up, I don't know what he did, but you can't let him do it again. For your own sake, for your school, get rid of him now, if you can." Denise had been listening, absorbing this all in. "Don't worry, I think I know what I have to do. I really appreciate your honesty, Ms. Stewart, and if I think of anything else, I'll call you. I'll handle him." "You're welcome...I know you probably pride yourself on being able to handle anything. But that's exactly what Candi Brown was like, too, and she couldn't handle him, and now she's gone." "Okay...bye." Denise hung up the phone. 'So...' she thought, 'he's going to be even tougher to crack than I thought. I'm going to have to put the hammer down, and hard.' She returned the phone to Stella and started back towards her room, stopping briefly at the cafeteria on the way. She peeked inside long enough to see Richard (she refused to think of him as 'Dick', what a crude nickname, nobody used that any more!) sitting in the lunchroom, with Melanie on one side of him, and Sara on the other. She could see him talking, and the two girls seemed to be listening very attentively. She resisted the urge to walk in there and confront him-after all, there was no crime in sitting and talking during lunch-and instead turned back towards her room, even more determined to change his attitudes, his perceptions, his misguided beliefs... 5 The last two classes of the day went rather uneventfully for Denise, which was probably a good thing, she told herself as the last bell rang. There were enough events that morning for a whole week! And during the last two classes, when she had time to think, her thoughts were going back to those events. Sara on her knees in the bathroom, giving him oral. Melanie exposing herself in class. The note Melanie had gotten, calling Denise a 'stupid cunt'. And yet Melanie had obeyed his every word, seemingly without thought or question. The way he acted towards her in the hall. And then the conversation with his former school. It was a lot to take in. As her last class filed out of the room, Denise sat there, waiting, thinking about how she was going to handle Richard. He was the only student who had earned her after-school detention, so he would get her full attention. Her experience told her that these types of situations were best handled quickly and directly, so the student would understand exactly where the lines were drawn and what behavior was going to be expected in the future. She sat there as five minutes passed, then ten. There were no after-school activities that day, since it was the first day of a new semester, so the halls quickly got very quiet as everyone was leaving for the day. Denise looked up at the clock. 'He's not going to show...' she started thinking, a bit disappointed if that was the case, as she would have to turn the discipline over to the administration, which was something she tried to avoid at all costs. She knew they had enough to deal with, and she had her reputation to uphold as well, and she also knew that teachers who demonstrated the ability to handle their own discipline would have a leg up when it came to administrative openings. Denise sighed as she checked the time once more, and then unlocked her drawer, took out her purse, and put it on her desk as she prepared to head out for the day. Just as she was about to stand up, the classroom door opened, and in he strode, as if showing up fifteen minutes late to detention was just a normal practice. "You're late, Mr. Masters." Denise said as he coolly dropped his backpack on top of one of the desks in front and walked to the front of hers. "Call me Dick, OK?" he chuckled. "You do like dick, don't you Denise?" "I...not for a name, no, I don't...!" she replied, her face burning a bit, she was not going to let this kid think he had the upper hand, not for a second! His hand reached out to her purse. "That's a pretty purse you have there, Denise, may I?" And before she could reply, he had snatched it by the handle and took a few steps away from her desk, opening it to look inside. "Hey, that's personal! Give that back now!" Denise yelled as she quickly marched around the side of her desk towards him. He started to move to the side of the classroom, in front of two desks that were separated from the rest, one in front of the other. She quickly caught up to him. "Give it back!" she screamed at him as she grabbed hold of one of the handles, wresting it from his grip as he kept hold of the other one. She yanked at it trying to get the whole purse away from him, but he kept a tight hold as the pulled back and forth. "Give it to me NOW!" "You want it?" he laughed. "Then it's yours!" And he suddenly let go, sending her flying back towards the wall, and sending the contents of her purse spilling out onto the floor. "You asshole, you fucking asshole," Denise muttered angrily as she quickly knelt down on the floor, picking up her lipstick, compact, wallet, and other items that had fallen from her purse. Dick stepped back and watched, chuckling. "Now now, that's bad language coming from a teacher, Denise," he chided as she continued to pick things up. He smiled as he watched her-she seemed to be looking for something and not being able to find it. His right hand went to his jacket pocket, slipping something out beyond her field of vision. "I think I saw something roll under the desk there," he said to Denise as she crawled underneath the front one of the two desks, looking, her hand sliding underneath the chair part of the desk, feeling for something but not finding it. "Oh, is this what you're looking for?" he asked as he opened his hand where she could see it, revealing a pink egg-shaped device. Denise's eyes widened as she lunged to her feet, completely forgetting in her haste and anger that she was underneath the desk... CCCCRRRRAAAACCCCKKKK!!!!! Her head hit the bottom of the desk. Hard. "Uuuunnnnnhhhhh!!!!" Denise gasped as she slid back down, dazed and stunned by the blow to her head. "Stupid cunt," Dick mumbled. He moved very quickly as he re-pocketed the egg and pulled a cord from the same pocket as he crouched next to her. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled them together over her head and tied them together securely with the cord. The he moved behind her, pulling her up by her arms, up through the desk in front, over the top of it and the desk behind it, and then tying the other end of the cord to the lower back of the desk, pinning her on her back over the two desks, her arms over her head and her legs dangling through the front desk, her heels not quite touching the floor. "Uuunnnhhh..." Denise mumbled as she shook her head, trying to clear it, "what happened..." Dick didn't respond as he quickly moved down to her feet, which were dangling next to the legs of the desk in front. He noticed that each desk leg had a square opening halfway down, and then he looked at the bottom of her heel, and saw it was small enough to fit in the opening. Denise was weakly kicking her feet as she was regaining her senses, so he grabbed her right foot with both hands, and quickly pushed the heel of her shoe into the opening until it stuck. Then he repeated the same with her left, and pulled two more cords from his pocket, tying her ankles to the desk for good measure. "What have you done to me?" Denise yelled as he stood up to examine his handiwork. "Untie me this instant!" She was thrashing wildly back and forth, twisting furiously, and struggling, but the angle at which she was arched over the two student desks and the way her ankles and feet were secured gave her no leverage whatsoever. "I'm your teacher, I demand that you untie me now! You're in big trouble, mister!" She continued to grunt and struggle as she glared angrily at him and yelled for him to untie her. He seemed unaffected by her pleas as he picked up her purse from the floor and set it back on top of her desk, a few feet away. He reached inside it and pulled the handkerchief from the side pocket. Then he walked back to her, standing next to her head as she continued to twist and scream and struggle in vain. "You aren't exactly in any position to demand anything, are you? Struggle all you want, Denise, I don't think it'll do you any good. Scream all you want, there's nobody left here who can hear you. I'm in charge now, not you. I'd say you're the only one here who is in big trouble..." He took the handkerchief and waved it below her nose. She could still smell his semen on it from where she had cleaned Sara's face off with it that morning. "How did you like having my cum in your purse all day? Did that excite you?" "Hell no!" Denise spat at him as she continued to glare angrily, determined not to give him any satisfaction whatsoever. "You're a sick kid-let me go right now and I'll see that you get help! You can't do this to me!" "Now now, I am perfectly fine, and I am doing this to you." His voice kept its same calm and unaffected tone to it as he took the handkerchief and twirled it a few times, then reached down and placed it over her shocked eyes, tying it behind her head securely, even as she was yelling 'no...no...no...no...' the entire time. "no...you fucking bastard...I can't see..." Denise groaned as she continued to struggle, though not quite as hard, as she was starting to tire a bit. She was breathing hard from the effort and sweating quite a bit. Her sweater had slid up a bit, exposing her fairly tight and tanned stomach. Then she felt something touching her exposed skin there, a light touch, like fingers grazing, caressing. Her back arched a bit more, involuntarily, and she let out a surprised whimper, her voice suddenly without any of its previous angry tone. "Ohh God, no," she moaned, trying to fight what was happening; being blindfolded, and then touched, had been one of her fantasies ever since she had experienced it when she herself had been in high school-she couldn't let him know this! "There, that's better," he smiled. "Looks like I found something you like, even if you won't admit it," he added as he continued to softly stroke across her exposed tummy. Denise's body continued to respond against her wishes as she pleaded unconvincingly for him to stop. "H-how did you know...?" she breathed. "A lucky guess, I suppose," he chuckled. "I figured any girl who carried a pretty little vibrator with her must have at least a few fantasies, maybe some she doesn't want anyone else to know about..." Denise was blushing a bit at this statement. "What do you want from me?" she asked. "What do I want from you? Well, first off, I want you to understand who is in control here. Who is handling who." He looked down over her squirming body helplessly trapped over the two desks. "I think we have an understanding." "No!" Denise shouted at him angrily, "we don't"- "I don't expect you to say it yet," he interrupted. "But your body is telling me otherwise," he said as he caressed her stomach again, then slowly slid her sweater up until it was all above her chest. Then he moved down and unbuttoned her slacks, sliding them down below her knees. "And what a nice body it is, it's been well taken care of, I see," he added as he traced his finger slowly down her right side where her skin was exposed, smiling as her body responded, and her expression softened a bit again. He also noted with a surprised smile her pink satin undergarments. "Would you at least take this thing off my eyes, so I can see what you're doing?" she asked, trying not to sound too much like she was pleading. "Oh no, I couldn't do that, although it does raise a couple of interesting questions." "Questions? What do you mean?" Denise asked, looking a bit lost. "Well, it's got me wondering, what kind of girl carries a handkerchief like that at work, unless she wants it to be used to blindfold her? And..." he paused as he once again withdrew the egg from his pocket, "what kind of girl carries a vibrator with her at work, unless she wants it to be used on her...?" And he gently laid the egg on her exposed navel. "What? No!" Denise exclaimed in denial. "That's not why I have them...!" Her face was quite red with embarrassment. "Well there's really only two explanations: either you're just a silly little bimbo, masquerading as a tough schoolteacher, who doesn't think these things through at all, or, deep down you want nothing more than to be blindfolded in your own classroom and driven to orgasm by your little egg here, is that it, Denise?" "No-that's not it, that's not what I want!" Her face burned with shame. "It was a rhetorical question, I already knew the answer." His voice remained calm and authoritative as he reached again into her purse, fishing around the pockets until he found what he was looking for, the small remote that controlled the egg. He touched the button that turned it on to the lowest setting as he palmed it and walked back to her side. "Shit," Denise breathed as she felt the egg buzzing on her tummy, spreading little tingles all around it. "D-don't...ple"- she stopped herself before she could finish saying 'please', her breathing quickening a bit. 'He's just a student, a nineteen-year-old boy, I can't let him do this to me!' she repeated in her mind. "It's okay, Denise, you can say please, good girls say please." His eyes looked over her again. "And what kind of girl wears such pretty underwear if she doesn't want a man to see it?" His free hand caressed her bra for a few moments before lifting the cups up to expose her firm, tanned, C-cup breasts. "These are the best tits I've seen all day. Better than Sara's, even better than Melanie's." Denise gasped a bit as she heard her students' names from his mouth for the first time. "Sara...Melanie...promise me you won't hurt them...!" "Hurt them?" Dick chuckled. "I have no intention of hurting them, or you, or anyone. Is that what you think this is about?" He softly squeezed her right nipple, eliciting a gasp from her as he continued. "This is about setting things right, allowing girls to embrace their true nature. Showing them where their rightful place is-serving a man. You know this, you called my last school during your lunch." "You knew about that?" Denise gasped in shock, "but how...?" "I know everything that has happened today. I've been here for a while, watching, observing, doing my homework, like any good student." Dick moved his hand over and squeezed her left nipple, drawing a similar response from the unprepared teacher. "Nothing today has happened by accident. The truth is, I've been in control from the moment I stepped foot in this school." He let go and moved back, next to her head, as his hand moved through her soft hair. The expression on Denise's face became angry again. "You arrogant little shit! Who do you think you are? This is MY classroom! You think you can just waltz in here and...and...and, ohhh...ohhhhh godd..." she gasped, and the reason for this was that as she was screaming in anger, he slowly started moving the humming egg downwards, sliding it underneath the elastic in her panties, and down until it was nestled against her bare, smooth, thick labia. "You were saying?" he asked calmly as he nudged the button on the remote to the medium setting. "I was...umm...i...umm...i..." His hand went back to her hair again, massaging her head as he ran his fingers through it. "It wasn't important, don't worry your pretty little head about it." She let out a sigh of contentment as the egg continued to vibrate between her legs. "That's a good girl, relax, don't try to think, it's not what you're made for anyway, are you?" Denise opened her mouth to try and respond, but his finger went over her lips, and she stiffened and stopped. "Now, I want you to relax and listen to me, Denise. In a few minutes, I'm going to leave, and you'll be free to go too. I expect that you'll act towards me a bit differently from now on, though. And don't get any ideas about going and telling anyone about what has happened here, it's our little secret for now. I have enough pictures of you in this compromised position to ruin you forever." He paused to let this sink into her dizzy, confused mind. "You won't interfere with anything I do with Sara, or Melanie, or any other girl in this school. Do you understand, Denise?" He lifted his finger away from her lips. "Yes," she breathed. "Good girl. One more thing, before I go." His hand went between her legs, pushing the egg inside the dazed, panting teacher, and then he touched the remote one more time, setting it to the high setting. "I'm going to hide this remote somewhere in your classroom...hopefully you'll find it before your egg sends you over the edge-or maybe not...!" He chuckled as he walked around the room for a minute, then he returned to her. Denise felt the cord loosening around her wrists, and once she knew her hands were free, she quickly pulled them up to her head, yanking the blindfold from her eyes. She raised her head up, quickly looking around, still in a daze and panting from the vibrating egg inside her. There was no sign at all of Dick, apparently he was already gone, she thought as she tried to move her feet, but they were still secured tightly. She managed to get herself up to a sitting position on the back of the front desk, pulled her slacks back up, and then she reached down awkwardly to attempt to untie her ankles. The position she was in made it fairly difficult, not to mention how hard it was for her to focus on anything with the egg stimulating her! Finally, after several minutes, she managed to free herself from the desk, and then got to her feet, stiff still from being tied for so long, and started looking around for the remote. She didn't see it out anywhere in plain sight, so she managed to stumble over to her desk-surely he must have hidden it inside one of the drawers! "Ohhhh goddd..." Denise moaned as the egg was pushing her closer to the edge. "where is itttt...ohhh..." she opened drawer after drawer, rummaging through the contents of each, with no success. Then she turned her attention to the top of her desk, moving papers around, desperate to find the remote before it was too late. You Can't Handle Me Ch. 01 "Ohhhhhhhh..." she moaned loudly, unable to find it, and the pleasure was too much, she could feel the release coming as she leaned against her desk, and then backwards onto it, her hands moving to her still-exposed chest as she gasped and shook and screamed in total bliss, "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" After a couple of minutes, she finally started to come down from the euphoric high, and managed to reach down into her panties and pull the egg from her dripping pussy. Laying it on her desk, she then reached up to pull her bra and sweater back down, and as she did, something fell out of her sweater and rattled as it landed on her desk. The remote. She had had it the entire time. Shaking her head in total bewilderment, Denise managed to stuff everything back into her purse, and stumble out of her classroom, out the door and to her car to drive herself home, after the most surprising day of her entire teaching career. You Can't Handle Me Ch. 02 All characters are 18 or older. * Thankfully, the drive home from school was a short one. Denise was still a bit disoriented as she pulled into her driveway and staggered out of her car to her front door. She opened her door and went straight down the hall to her bedroom, tossing her purse on the dresser and flopping down onto her bed. "Oh my god," Denise mumbled, "what just happened...what did that boy do to me...?" She just lay there for a few minutes, hoping her head would start to clear a bit, but the experience she had just went through was still overwhelming her thoughts. 'Did that really just happen?' she thought to herself. Maybe soaking in a warm bath would help, she thought, and so she finally got herself up, walked to the bathroom, undressed, and turned on the water to just the right temperature. As Denise lay back in the warm tub, soaking, her thoughts kept drifting back to the events of the day, and the feeling that accompanied those thoughts was humiliation. She had never been so humiliated in her whole life! There was the physical humiliation of being tied over two student's desks, and blindfolded, and stripped, and driven to a mind-blowing orgasm with her own vibrating egg in her own classroom. But it was the verbal humiliation that was really driving Denise crazy. She kept hearing his words echoing through her mind as she lay in the tub, trying to relax. 'Stupid cunt', he had called her, "silly little bimbo', 'good girl', 'don't worry your pretty little head about it', and 'don't try to think, it's not what you're made for, anyway'. Her eyes closed as she heard the words again. Here she was, a college graduate and a respected, experienced high school teacher, and a student, a boy half her age, was putting down her intelligence! Denise didn't even realize that her left hand had slid down her tummy, until it had slid down a bit farther, between her legs. Her eyes opened in horror. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed out loud, as she realized the verbal humiliation was somehow turning her on! She sat up suddenly in the tub, then stood up and turned on the shower to rinse off. She had been relaxing long enough! A little while later, Denise was sitting at her writing desk, in a pajama short set, trying to compose her thoughts and write out a plan of action. After all, that's how she handled every other issue that came up in her work. 'First off,' she wrote, 'he said he had taken pictures. I need to confront him about those, find out if he's just blowing smoke', she added as she took more notes. Denise tried to think back again; she couldn't remember ever hearing a clicking sound from a camera. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'he thinks the threat of them is enough to intimidate me!' She steamed a bit as she decided that was not about to happen! 'Second, I need to meet with Sara and Melanie, without him around. He is NOT going to derail my two brightest students!' 'Third, I need to find out more about this boy. I need to contact his father somehow-if what Ms. Stewart said is true, he might be the key to stopping him. I need to get something on him, so I can get control of this situation!' Satisfied for now with her plan of action, and quite mentally exhausted from the events of the day, Denise ate a light supper and called it an early night. Her last thought before sleep overcame her was that tomorrow was going to be a hell of a lot different than today... 2 Denise woke up the next morning, refreshed, happy, and raring to go. She thought as she started to get herself ready, that she must have had a really nice dream, although she couldn't remember anything about it. The humiliation and shock from the events of the day before had been replaced with determination and a plan to set everything right, the way it should be. She checked the temperature and the weather forecast, it was going to be another mild day for late January. Denise picked out a lavender button-up blouse and a black skirt that went almost to her knee, which was the dress code for teachers in her district. She had already picked out a lavender bra and panty set so the blouse was a logical fit. Then she slid on a pair of thigh high stockings and her favorite pair of black ankle boots. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled at her appearance, then she grabbed her purse and things and headed out the door to school. She walked into the school a few minutes before she had to be in her classroom for first period, which gave her the time she needed to stop by the office and let them know she was going to need a substitute for her morning classes the next day. Denise had decided that the best way to try and meet Dick's father would be when Dick was in school-hopefully his father would be home, and if not, perhaps someone would be who could shed some light on Dick and give her something she could use on him. That was part 3 of her plan; Denise was going to try to accomplish the first two parts later that very day. Her classes that day fell differently than the day before; instead of her free period being in the morning, it would be in the afternoon. She had two classes of World History before her third period senior geography class, and both passed rather uneventfully. The bell rang to end her second class, and Denise sat at her desk, anticipating Dick's arrival as she thought about what she was going to do. She looked up as he walked in, smiling to no one in particular, dressed in a green t-shirt and jeans. Right behind him were Sara and Melanie, and it almost looked to Denise as if the two girls were competing to see which one could get through the door first! Finally they both made it through and followed Dick into the classroom. Denise frowned at their behavior-they seemed to be fawning all over him as if he were the second coming of Brad Pitt! The three took their seats, in a slightly different order than the day before-Dick was sitting directly behind the two star students. The rest of the class were taking their seats as the bell rang to begin class. Denise smiled as she stood up to address the class. "I hope everyone read the assigned chapters last night...because we are going to have a pop quiz to start class today!" The class collectively groaned a bit, but it was short-lived for the most part; this was an Advanced Placement course after all, and these students were the smartest seniors and pop quizzes didn't tend to faze them as much. She took a stack of papers and began to pass them out to the class. Each quiz was two pages, stapled together, with twenty-five multiple-choice questions. She finished passing them out and then took her seat to watch as the class started taking the quiz. Denise was watching Dick, Sara, and Melanie in particular, to see their reaction as they turned to the second page. She had placed a Post-It note on each one of their quizzes on the second page. On Dick's, it asked him to please stay after the class was over to talk to her; and on the girls' notes, it asked them to come back after the last class of the day for a few minutes, and not to tell anyone about it. If her plan was going to work, she needed to get the girls' attention without letting Dick know what she was doing, in case his threat about the pictures had any merit. After twenty-five minutes, all the students had finished and Denise collected the quizzes. She spent the remainder of the day on her prepared lesson, and finally the bell rang to end the class. She stood there watching everyone else get up and leave, as Dick picked up his backpack and walked calmly up to her desk. He stood there eye to eye with her again, his back to the classroom door as the last students left and the door closed behind them. "You wanted to see me, Denise?" "Yes...Dick," she replied. He smiled upon hearing her call him by that name. "What happened yesterday...I'm not going to let you ever do anything like that again, do you understand?" "I think you are mistaken, little girl. You seem to have forgotten who is in control here," Dick answered calmly but firmly. "Did you forget about the pictures, you stupid cunt?" "Don't you call me that!" Denise exclaimed. "I am a 38 year old woman, your teacher, for Christ's sake - not a little girl or a stupid cunt! And you're lying about there being any pictures...!" "I don't lie, Denise," he stated calmly, as he reached into his backpack and pulled out a digital camera. He turned the camera and held it up to her face so she could see the display, then he pressed the play button... Denise gasped as she watched, her eyes wide in shock. The video he was playing back was about two minutes long, and it was her, from the day before, lying over her own desk, writhing and moaning with the egg inside her until she finally climaxed. She couldn't believe was she was seeing -- she thought he had left the room before this had happened! "Want to watch it again?" Dick teased as the video came to an end. Denise vigorously shook her head no, even as she was trembling in shock and fear. "Too bad, you're going to," and he pressed the play button a second time, smiling at the incredulous look on the teacher's face as she stood there watching and trembling. The sound was just loud enough that she could hear her own plaintive moans and whimpers. Her arms were at her sides, biting her lip nervously as the video came to an end once again. "You silly little bimbo, you really thought I was bluffing," he said as he stuffed the camera back into his backpack. "Be a good little girl or you're going to end up as a YouTube sensation," he chuckled. His fingers went to her stomach, sliding in between the buttons and finding her bare skin, lightly stroking. She let out a confused whimper as she felt his fingers touching her. "Now, Denise, I have lunch waiting for me," Dick smiled as he stepped back, withdrawing his fingers from the stunned teacher. "Although the idea of munching on your delicious little cunt instead had crossed my mind." He paused to watch her shocked expression. "Maybe another day. Now remember what I told you yesterday. I'm in control, you dimwitted little bimbo. You're going to be a good little girl from now on. Do you understand?" "Yes," she breathed as he turned quickly and walked out of her classroom, shutting the door behind him. Denise sat down at her desk, her head spinning, as she tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened. 3 Denise sat at her desk, having lost her appetite for lunch after what she had just went through. She was glad she had the next period free, because she needed the time to get her head straight and think about what she was going to say to Sara and Melanie after school. Part one of her plan was a total bust; hopefully parts two and three would have better luck, she thought. The video he showed her, and the names he had called her, continued to run through her stunned mind. She looked at the stack of quizzes in front of her; maybe grading some of them would take her mind off of what had happened a bit. The first one happened to be Dick's, and he had every question right, which didn't really surprise Denise that much - there was no question the boy was smart, he was just terribly misguided. The next two quizzes were Sara's and Melanie's. Two more A's, Denise thought to herself as she started to grade Sara's. A look of disappointment started to come over her face as she began to mark red X's over many of her answers. When she was done, Sara had only gotten 13 of the 25 right! And Melanie's grade was even worse -- 11 out of 25! Denise stopped grading and stared at the two quizzes. These two girls had never gotten less than an A on any test, quiz, or paper in her class first semester -- this was so out of character for them, it looked to Denise as if neither one had opened her book at all. She shook her head in disbelief and disappointment. Well, she thought, I guess I have my starting point for the talk with them this afternoon... The rest of her afternoon went quite smoothly, and the final bell rang to end the last class. A couple of minutes after the room had emptied, Sara and Melanie walked in together. "Hi, Miss Denise," they both chimed as they walked to her desk, both seeming quite cheerful and happy. "Hi girls," Denise replied, "please, have a seat." She took out their quizzes from earlier. "I have to start by saying I am rather disappointed in your quiz grades from today, both of you. Did you even read the chapter I assigned for last night?" Both girls looked down for a moment, then Melanie was the first to look up. "Umm, well, we were a little busy, Miss Denise, I guess we kinda forgot about it..." "Busy? On a school night? What were you doing?" "We were...umm..." Sara mumbled. "Yes?" "We were with Dick." Both girls were blushing a bit and this revelation. Denise was shocked and appalled. "This boy, that you just met? Both of you? I can't believe what I'm hearing..." "Please don't be mad at us, Miss Denise!" Melanie blurted out. "I'm sorry, Melanie, but I am mad, and very disappointed. He's trouble, big trouble, and the main reason I called you both in here, was to warn you to stay away from him, you both have bright futures and you can't let him ruin that for either of you!" "You're wrong, Miss Denise, he's not any trouble," Sara replied. "He's really wonderful!" "Trust me on this, girls, he may have you both convinced that he is wonderful, but he's not. There's more going on with him than he's told you, you have to trust me on this, I know things that you don't...you have to stay away from him!" The two girls looked over at each other, then they both started giggling. "What's so funny?" Denise demanded. Melanie stopped giggling long enough to respond, "He showed us the video last night. The one he took in here after school yesterday." "Oh my God," Denise gasped, "he didn't..." "Do you really keep a vibrator in your purse, Miss Denise?" Sara giggled as she reached for Denise's purse, which was on the edge of her desk. Denise reached out to grab her purse away but it was too late, Sara's small hand had found the egg and pulled it out. "Please, put that back," Denise asked. She couldn't help but feel that this conversation was rapidly slipping out of her control. Sara passed it over to Melanie. "How does it work?" Melanie inquired. "Please, please, please give it back to me," Denise pleaded. Melanie shrugged and started to hand it back to her. Just as she did, the door opened, and Dick walked in, smiling. "Hello there girls, I thought I might find the three of you in here," he remarked as he walked over. "Are you sharing your toys with your students, Denise?" "What? No...!" Denise exclaimed as she quickly stuffed the egg back into her purse, blushing quite hard. "Hi Dick!" Sara and Melanie gushed. Dick smiled back at them as he walked around behind Denise's chair, reaching over and sliding his fingers into her hair. "Hi girls!" he replied. "Are you both done here? Ready to go?" They looked to Denise, who nodded weakly yes, then they both stood up. Denise remained in her chair, and Dick still had his hands in her hair. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Would you like to join us, little girl?" Denise gasped and shuddered, "j-join you?" "Yes, dear, there's plenty of room in my car if you want to come home with us, I don't think Sara or Melanie would mind, would you girls?" "Oh no, not at all!" they chimed. "N-no, I can't, that wouldn't be right," Denise answered, trying to assert herself somehow. "I'm your teacher, remember?" Dick smiled as he stood up, his hands leaving her head. "Your loss, girl. Just remember you were invited..." and he walked out the door, Sara and Melanie behind him, as Denise breathed a momentary sigh of relief, and got her things and headed home. 4 Denise awoke the next morning, the events from the last two days still fresh in her mind. Her plan to fix everything, to get back control of the situation, had so far been an almost complete failure. Dick had visual evidence of what had happened the first day, and even worse, he had shared it with Sara and Melanie. Her two brightest students seemed to be completely under this new boy's spell, and she feared that their perceptions of her had been permanently altered by what they had seen in the video. 'At least,' she thought as she started getting ready, 'at least I didn't accept his ridiculous invite to go home with him, what a disaster that would have been!' Denise was taking the morning off to pay a visit to Dick's house, and hopefully speak with his father, which was the third part of her plan. She decided she needed to assert herself a bit more than she had lately, so she chose a navy blue pantsuit to wear that morning. Black stockings and heels, conservative makeup and jewelry, and a light strawberry perfume completed her look as she headed out the door and drove to the address listed in Dick's file. The address was outside of the town limits, and took about ten minutes for Denise to drive to; as she drove, she wondered to herself what she might find. There was no information whatsoever in the file about Dick's family situation, besides the fact that he lived with his father. She wondered about Dick's mother, if perhaps her absence might explain to some degree his misguided perceptions about women. She arrived at the house, it was a nice looking Victorian house, rather large for two people, she thought, as she pulled into the driveway. Denise strode up the stone walk and rang the doorbell. As she did, she noticed some sort of inscription above the door, in Latin, but she didn't recognize it. After a few minutes the door opened. "Yes, may I help you?" the woman who answered the door asked. Denise looked at her in surprise; besides the fact that she wasn't expecting a woman to answer the door, this woman's appearance was almost the exact opposite of Denise's. She was dressed in a pink and red maid's uniform, and one that left very little to the imagination. The bustier only covered the bottom half of the woman's chest and the skirt was quite short as well, with thigh high stockings and five inch heels to match. She had a pink duster in her left hand and a somewhat vacant expression on her face. "Hi..." Denise blurted out, "I'm sorry, maybe I have the wrong address-I was looking for a Mr. Masters?" "No dear, you're at the right place," the woman replied. "Is he expecting you?" "Umm, no, I'm Denise, one of his son's teachers, I was hoping I could speak to him if he's available?" The woman's expression didn't change. "Wait here, I'll go and find out if he can see you." And she turned around briskly and marched away. Denise stood in front of the door, waiting, and then a man approached the door, smiling. Denise assumed he must be Dick's father, as the resemblance was obvious. The man was taller, more tanned, dressed very casually, and quite striking in appearance, she thought as he opened the door. "Hi, Denise, I'm Mr. Masters, please come in," he said. "This is a most surprising visit, what can I do for you this morning?" "Well," Denise answered as she stepped into the elegant foyer, "I was hoping to speak to you about your son, Dick"- "You mean Richard," he interrupted. "I don't approve of Dick as a nickname, if I had wanted him to be called that I would have named him that." He smiled as he walked into the living room, which was also quite elegant in appearance. "Oh, good, I feel the same way, Mr. Masters," Denise said as she followed him into the room, looking around and taking in everything she saw. There was a large couch on one wall, and a beautiful glass table in front of it, and one armchair across the table from the couch. The woman who had greeted Denise at the door was standing in front of it. You Can't Handle Me Ch. 02 "I must say, Denise, I was hoping to meet some of Richard's teachers, though not quite this soon," Mr. Masters said as he sat down on the couch. He glanced over at the woman who was still standing in front of the chair. "Oh, yes, you haven't been properly introduced; this is my maid, Candy. You may sit down now," he said to Candy as he looked back over to Denise, who was still standing in the doorway to the living room. Candy sat down in the chair as Denise took another step into the living room. "Well, Mr. Masters, I don't normally show up at student's homes like this, but I felt strongly that I needed to speak to you about his behavior." "I see," he said to her as he lifted his hand in his direction. "Come, have a seat." He motioned his hand towards the couch and patted the seat next to him. Denise blinked and then walked over, sitting next to him on the couch, crossing her ankles as she settled into the very comfortable sofa. The angle of the couch put her seat directly across from where Candy was sitting. "I can tell you take things very seriously, Denise. Whatever is on your mind must be troubling you quite greatly." He smiled at the teacher as she settled into her seat. "It is, Mr. Masters. Richard's behavior towards females in particular has been very disturbing." And Denise began relating the events of the other day; catching him in the bathroom with Sara, and then the incident with Melanie in class. She didn't make any mention of what happened after school, or the next day -- partly because of how humiliating it had been for her, and partly because she didn't want to seem as if she was making it a personal issue. Mr. Masters nodded and his smile vanished as Denise spoke. "I must say, Denise, I'm very disappointed in him. This isn't the first time he has gotten into this kind of trouble. I only wish the people at his last school had been as proactive as you are, and taken it more seriously -- perhaps he would still be there now." "I understand, and yes, I take discipline and behavior in my class and towards my students extremely seriously, Mr. Masters. The two girls, they are the two top students in the senior class, with bright futures, and I won't allow anything or anyone to derail them." She glanced over at Candy, who was just sitting there blankly, leaning forward a bit and giving Denise an eyeful of her assets. Denise blushed a bit as she turned back to Mr. Masters. "I don't mean to pry, but is there a Mrs. Masters?" "No, there isn't, not for a long time now," Mr. Masters sighed. "Perhaps if there was, I wouldn't have such difficulty with Richard. He is very strong-willed and stubborn." He noticed Denise's glances towards Candy and smiled. "Candy has been a wonderful addition to the household -- she does all the cooking and cleaning, and a house as large as this, it keeps her quite busy. I could almost do with two of her, I think." He glanced back towards his maid again. "That reminds me, Candy, we haven't been very good hosts, we haven't offered our guest a drink yet, go and bring us two cups of tea." Candy immediately rose and walked out of the room. "This is a really nice house, Mr. Masters," Denise said as she glanced around again. "May I ask what you do for a living, and what brought you here to Virginia?" Mr. Masters smiled again as Candy returned with the tea. Denise picked hers up and took a sip, marveling at how smooth and delicious the taste was. "Well, I made a few wise business decisions in the past, you see, so I haven't had to worry about things like money for quite some time." He continued to smile at Denise as she sipped her tea. "This house was in Mrs. Masters' family, and had been vacant for some time, so it only made sense for us to move here, and so far I quite like the area, and what I have seen of it." "I am glad to hear that! I've lived here all my life and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else," Denise remarked as she watched Candy sit back down in her chair. "This is really great tea, thank you!" "I'm glad you like it," Mr. Masters said as he leaned a bit closer to the teacher, smiling as he took a whiff of her perfume. "Candy, are you making strawberry shortcake in the kitchen?" Candy shook her head no as Denise looked back at her, then it dawned on her what the smell was. "Oh no, that's just my perfume!" They both laughed a bit, and then Denise asked, "Is it just you and Richard then?" "No, Candy lives here with us -- and even though I call her a maid, she's very much a part of the family." Candy smiled happily as he continued. "And then there's Ashley and Barbie -- they work nights, so they are still asleep." 'He has sisters,' she thought, 'well, that's a good thing.' "So anyhow, back to Richard..." "Yes. Again, I am very disappointed in what you have told me. Believe me when I tell you that I will handle this. I know it must be difficult enough for you to teach without such distractions. I'll have a talk with him right after school." He paused a moment and then added, "That gives me an idea...I'd like to invite you to come back for supper tonight. I feel like it's the least I can do for everything you've been through, and it will give Richard an opportunity to apologize and make things right. Believe me, after I am finished with him, he'll be falling all over himself telling you how sorry he is." He stopped and waited for her response. Denise was amazed. Finally, someone understood her, and was taking her side, and was going to help fix this situation! "Yes, she quickly replied, "I'd be delighted to join you for supper, thank you for your support!" "Again, it's the least I can do," he smiled. "I could tell when you walked in here how troubled you were about it all, and that's no fun at all. I feel somewhat responsible, and I hope I've lifted your burden a bit." "Oh yes, I feel so much better now!" Denise exclaimed. "I am already looking forward to it...but I couldn't impose on you for a whole meal, would you allow me to bring a dish, at least?" "Hmm," Mr. Masters thought, "yes, actually, why don't you bring something for dessert? And," he added, "when you come, wear something fun -- we are very relaxed and casual here, and you'll be off duty by then. Okay?" "You bet!" Denise replied as she started to stand up. Mr. Masters leaned over as she did, and kissed the back of her hand. Denise smiled at the warm gesture -- she had definitely made the right decision in coming here! she thought as she took her leave. 5 Denise made it to school in time for lunch. The weather was even nicer than it had been earlier in the week-it was up to 70, unusual for late January! Many of the kids were in short sleeved shirts and shorts. Denise decided to take off her jacket for the rest of the day. Her afternoon went very smoothly, one of the best days she could remember in quite some time. Denise was looking forward to that evening, to supper with the Masters'. Dick's father had put her completely at ease -- she just knew that things were going to be better from here on out! On her way home, Denise stopped by the supermarket and picked up a gallon of vanilla ice cream, two quarts of strawberries, and two cans of whipped cream -- she had agreed to bring dessert, and he had mentioned strawberry shortcake, so that seemed like a good dessert to bring! The only problem was, the store was completely out of the little round cakes for the base of the dessert. Denise decided to forgo that part -- maybe they had something there they could use, or maybe she would have time to whip up a quick cake before she got there. Once she got home, Denise got a shower and then went into her bedroom to find something 'fun' to wear for that evening. As she looked through her dresser, Denise thought this would be a great opportunity to wear something out that she normally couldn't get away with wearing at school! After quite a bit of time, she settled on a pink crop top and a black miniskirt, with a pair of black pumps. She checked herself in the mirror -- both seemed a bit tight, but then, she realized, it had been a number of years since she had worn either! She spent a good bit more time applying her makeup just right, and then she sprayed on a bit more of the strawberry spray she had used that morning. She sprayed a bit on her neck, a little on her arms and legs, and even a little bit on the exposed part of her stomach. Denise had spent so much time primping herself that by the time she was finished, it was a quarter to five! There was no time to bake a quick cake for the dessert -- she'd just have to do without. She packed the other ingredients in a bag, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door, almost skipping to her car in her excitement. The drive there seemed to take forever, and finally she pulled into the driveway and made her way to the front door. Once again, Candy answered the door, dressed exactly as she had been that morning. "Welcome back, Denise," she said. "Is that for dessert?" She began to walk towards the kitchen, and Denise followed her. "Yes," Denise replied, "I brought stuff for strawberry shortcake, but they were out of the little cake cups at the store, and I didn't have time to make a cake..." "That's fine," Candy replied as she looked over the teacher's appearance and smiled. "We have something here that will work even better!" "Oh great!" Denise breathed a sigh of relief. She sat the bag on the counter. "Is there anything I can help you with?" "Thank you, but everything's almost ready, the girls are setting the table now, and we'll be eating before long. Would you like something to drink while you wait?" Denise thought for a moment. "Do you have any more of that tea? It really was quite something!" "As a matter of fact, I just made a fresh pot!" Candy exclaimed. "You did seem to like it," she added as she poured Denise a cup and set it on a saucer. "Thanks!" Denise said as she picked up her tea and wandered into the dining room. Two girls were busy putting out the plates and silverware; they were both dressed similarly, in halter tops, cutoff shorts, and heels. Denise looked down at her own appearance, and realized she wasn't dressed much differently. "Oh hi!" the taller of the two girls exclaimed as she turned to see Denise standing there. "You must be Denise! I'm Ashley, and this is Barbie!" "Hi, yes I am, nice to meet you both!" Denise replied. "I'm one of Richard's teachers from school." "Oh yes," Barbie said, as she also turned to face Denise. "He's told us all about you! Wow..." she added as her eyes roved over Denise's body. "Wow?" Denise asked, a bit surprised. "He said you're 38? You don't even look 28! He said you were hot, but, wow..." Denise blushed deeply at this unexpected statement. She opened her mouth as she tried to think of something intelligent to come back with, but all that came out was "umm...thanks!" "It's really cool that you came over for supper," Ashley said to Denise. "Most teachers I know wouldn't be caught dead having a meal at a student's house! But then you seem so much cooler than any of them!" As she finished speaking, Candy walked in with a casserole dish and shot Ashley a disapproving look as she sat it on the table. A moment later, she returned and refilled Denise's cup of tea, before going back for a second bowl of food for the table. "Are we about ready?" came a familiar voice from the next room, as Mr. Masters strolled through the doorway, still dressed in the short sleeved shirt and shorts from that morning. "Oh, Denise, you made it! Welcome again to our humble abode..." and he sat down at one end of the table. Denise looked around and counted eight place servings at the table. She wondered who else was going to be there -- Dick seemed to be the only one missing. "Thanks again, Mr. Masters, for your warmth and hospitality, you really do have a beautiful home here!" Denise gushed as she continued sipping the wonderful tea. "Why don't you sit here, between me and Ashley?" Barbie asked as she pointed to the right side of the table, where three places were lined up. Candy finished bringing in the rest of the food as Denise took the seat in the middle, and Ashley and Barbie sat down on either side of her. "We're not late, are we?" came another familiar voice just then, as Dick walked into the spacious dining room from yet another doorway. Behind him were Sara and Melanie, and they were dressed much like Ashley and Barbie were, in halters and cutoffs. Denise sighed as she saw her students walk in -- she should have known that Sara and Melanie would be here. They were obviously still smitten with Dick, for reasons unimaginable to Denise. They all sat down, Dick at the other end of the table, opposite his father, and Candy directly across from Denise, with Sara and Melanie on either side of her. Mr. Masters waited until everyone was settled, then he stood up. "Before we start eating, I think Richard has something he wants to say." And he sat back down, glancing down the table at his son, who began to stand up slowly, looking nervously at Denise as he turned to face her. "I'm really sorry for everything that happened this week at school, Denise," he started. "I made your job even more difficult than it already is. I promise I'll do everything I can from now on to make things easier and more comfortable for you." And he sat back down, as everyone turned to look at Denise for her reaction. "That's okay, Richard," she answered. "Thank you for your apology; perhaps I overreacted a bit myself with how I tried to handle things." She turned to look at his father. "Now that I know I have your father's support, I'm confident we can move past this unfortunate situation." Dick looked visibly relieved as he smiled at his teacher. "That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do..." "I could tell. The hardest thing to do is to admit you're wrong and sincerely apologize for it, and you just did it. I'm quite proud of you!" Everyone smiled and applauded. "Now, we can eat!" Mr. Masters exclaimed. "Somebody pass me the meat, I'm starved!" The plates were passed around the table until everyone had a full portion. Candy got up as soon as everyone was eating and quietly refilled everyone's drinks. Denise took a couple of bites of her meat -- it had a very succulent flavor, one she didn't recognize immediately, similar to pork, she thought. She waited until Candy was seated again, and asked her, "What kind of meat is this? It's delicious!" Candy was about to respond when Mr. Masters blurted out, "It's that girl who came around yesterday trying to sell us some cosmetics. Apparently she didn't read the sign over the door." Denise gasped a bit as the others started to laugh. Then she realized he was completely kidding, even as she asked, "what sign?" "Oh, you didn't see it either, Denise? The one written in Latin? 'Salutor ero perussi'?" "Oh yes, but I didn't know what"- "It means, 'visitors may be consumed'." They all laughed again. "Just a little humor. We can't take ourselves too seriously, now, can we?" "I guess not!" Denise laughed. "It's closely related to pork," Candy stated. "All kidding aside." She got up again and refilled Denise's teacup. "You really are a wonderful cook, Candy," Denise said between bites. "Were you a professional chef before you came here?" Candy looked down to Mr. Masters, who nodded as if in approval. "Actually, Denise, I was a high school teacher." Denise gasped in surprise. "You were? A teacher? And now, you're a..." "Maid, yes, that's right, Denise. Being a teacher was very difficult, as I am sure you know all too well...I got to a point that I realized I just wasn't cut out for it. Having to keep control of a class of hormonally-challenged teenagers, constantly having to think on my feet...things are much better now, I'm where I belong, and I couldn't be happier!" "Did you teach around here? What subject? Do you ever miss it?" Denise peppered her with questions. "No, not here, in California. I was a history teacher too -- seems we have a lot in common! Do I miss it? Not really...maybe I miss being around the kids a bit, but that's all..." "We both had Miss Candy in school!" Barbie blurted out suddenly. "Did you...umm..." Denise was trying to think of something more to ask, but something was happening to her, almost like a fog, enveloping her mind, keeping her thoughts from forming...She picked up her teacup and drank some more, hoping it might clear her head a bit. Mr. Masters looked down at Denise, smiling at her glazed expression. "I think the teacher likes your special tea, Candy..." "Special...tea..." Denise mumbled. "Yes dear, you seemed to like it so much this morning, that I had her make an entire pot, just for you...I think you've drank it all!" "Drank it all...ohh..." Denise mumbled again. She began to look around for the bathroom. "Umm...where's the..." "The bathroom?" Candy asked. "It's in the back of the kitchen, just go straight through and you can't miss it." "Thanks..." Denise mumbled as she got up slowly, shaking her head a bit as she made her way slowly to the bathroom. As she sat down to relieve herself, she put her suddenly dizzy head in her hands. Her head felt so heavy, she almost felt like she could fall asleep right there in the bathroom! After she was done, she washed her face and hands, running cold water over her face to try and invigorate herself a bit. It seemed to help, she thought as she made her way back to the dining room. Candy and the girls were starting to clear the table as Denise slowly walked back in. "You look a bit peaked," Dick chuckled as he walked over to his teacher and held her hand to help support her. "We were going to watch a short movie before dessert...do you think you're up for it?" "A movie...?" Denise asked, "umm...sure...sorry...don't know why I feel so...exhausted..." "Well, it's been a long week, and we just ate a big meal, it's no wonder you're a little tuckered out," Dick responded. "Here, let's go into the theater room, the chairs are quite comfortable, you can rest a bit..." and he led her out of the dining room, and into a mostly darkened room that did resemble a mini-theater, with ten or twelve plush seats and a large screen at the far end of the room. Dick led Denise to the front row, seating her in the center. There was a table between the seats and the theater, about six feet long and two feet wide, similar to a coffee table. Denise settled into the seat and leaned back, her head resting comfortably against the back of the chair, at a perfect angle to see the big screen in front of her. She opened her mouth briefly, to ask what kind of movie they were going to watch, but then the fog settled back over her mind and that thought drifted away. She was aware of the others entering the room around her; two of them seemed to be carrying something, which they set down on the table, but Denise didn't make any effort to look down and see what it was. Dick had sat down directly behind his dazed and sleepy teacher. He leaned over as the lights were dimmed completely, and whispered into her ear: "I think you're going to really enjoy this, Denise, it has a lot of personal meaning for you," and then the movie began to play. Denise gasped, and her heavy eyes widened as much as they could, as she saw herself, in her classroom, sitting alone at her desk. She immediately realized she was watching a film of the complete events from after school, two days before. The angles changed as the film showed Dick entering the room -- there had obviously been multiple cameras in her room, oblivious to her. As a camera zoomed in to capture the moment where Denise hit her head on the bottom of the desk, the audience gasped, and then there was intermittent laughter and talking as the events continued beyond that. Denise could do nothing but stare at the screen, the images burning themselves deep into her hazy mind. As the film showed Dick touching her exposed stomach, she once again felt him reaching around and touching her there, and she let out a soft whimper. You Can't Handle Me Ch. 02 Then, as the scene played where he had placed her vibrating egg on her navel, she felt something press on her stomach, something buzzing lightly, and through the fog she realized he had her egg again, and was using it on her. As the egg was slid into her panties on film, Dick slid it under her skirt and panties and against her tingling labia. She didn't even realize that another pair of hands had pulled up her top and bra, until the moment when her top was pulled completely over her head and off. Her breathing was getting faster, her body was on fire, as she felt him push the egg inside her. She knew she was going to come, the moment when she saw herself climax on film; she could feel herself getting close, almost to the edge, when suddenly, without warning, the screen went black. "Huhhh...wh-what happened..." Denise moaned, as she felt Dick's strong hands under her arms, helping her to her feet. "I think you were enjoying that a little too much," she heard Mr. Masters respond. "Besides, it's time for dessert," he added, as a pair of hands reached over to the excited, dizzy teacher, sliding her skirt and panties down and off. Denise stepped out of them without a thought as she looked down at the table in front of her. She blinked her tired eyes; it looked like a large rectangular serving tray, covering the entire table, with what appeared to be strawberry Jello filling it. She blinked again, thinking she was seeing things, but the image her eyes saw remained the same. She glanced to her right as she heard a cart being wheeled in; it was Candy, bringing in the ice cream, strawberries, and whipped cream. "You look tired, dear," Mr. Masters said as he walked over next to Denise. "Why don't you lay down for a bit," and he reached down to her legs, helping his son lift the dazed and confused teacher into the serving tray. Once she was completely inside the tray, Mr. Masters reached down and slipped off her heels, leaving Denise completely bare on the bed of Jello. "Uuuunnnhhhh..." Denise moaned as she lay there inside the tray, the egg in her vagina keeping her on the edge of climax. She looked up just as Dick placed a red scarf over her tired eyes, tying it around her head, and blindfolding her once again. Denise squirmed around in the Jello, her inability to see combined with the egg and the Jello were driving her absolutely crazy! Denise could sense someone breathing close to her stomach, then she heard Mr. Masters' voice. "Mmm, you still smell like strawberries, Denise...you're going to make the most delicious strawberry shortcake ever!" Denise gasped as she realized she was going to be the cake! She trembled and writhed inside her serving tray, and then a sensation between her legs, an icy cold sensation, caused her to lose control completely. She climaxed hard, her juices flowing all over the gallon of vanilla ice cream that had just been scooped between her legs. Denise could hear the 'oohs' and 'aahs' as the ice cream was mixed with her juices, and then scooped up and placed all over her quivering body: a large scoop on each of her bare breasts, another on her navel, one on each thigh, and one right in the middle of her forehead; that left the remainder pressed against her still buzzing pussy. "Now for the strawberries," Mr. Masters said, and strawberries were pushed down into each scoop of ice cream. Denise could smell them, even through her deepening fog. "And now the whipped cream," he added, as she heard the familiar sound of whipped cream being squirted out of the aerosol cans. She moaned as she felt her arousal growing once again, stimulated by her situation as well as the egg inside her. "And now for the final ingredient," Dick exclaimed, and Denise felt something sticky being poured all over her body, covering her. Strawberry syrup. Her body shuddered hard as she climaxed once again, and the last words she heard before she passed out were, "Dig in!" You Can't Handle Me Ch. 03 Denise woke up the next morning, in her own bed, as she tried to remember the events from the night before. It was all quite a blur, she wasn't even sure how she got home...she remembered being at her student Dick's house for dinner, his apology, and then things got a bit hazy...she thought she remembered Candy, the maid, telling her she used to be a teacher...she must have dreamed that, she thought, along with other things – like watching herself on a movie screen, and having dessert eaten off of her... She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she got up and started getting ready for another day of school. As she pulled on a blouse and slacks, she thought to herself that she really shouldn't have gone to a student's house for dinner, but she did get the apology she had been wanting, so this one time maybe it was okay. No harm seemed to be done. Her morning classes went very smoothly, especially her third period class; Dick, Sara, and Melanie were all on their best behavior. Denise was so relieved – she finally felt like maybe things were getting back to normal again. She ate her lunch, and then, as she walked past the office on her way back to her classroom, she saw Stella inside, waving at her to come in. "Yes Stella, what is it?" Denise asked as she strolled into the office. "Hey, Denise, I just got a call a minute ago, from that lady in California, the one you spoke to on Monday? A Ms. Stewart?" Stella handed her a slip of paper with the phone number. "I was about to have someone run it down to you..." "Thanks, I'll call her back from here if that's ok?" Denise asked as she spied an empty office to the right. "Sure, go ahead," Stella answered. Denise walked into the office, shut the door behind herself, and dialed the number. "Yes, may I speak to Ms. Stewart?" she asked when the secretary answered. "Sure, she's right here," the woman replied. "This is Vice Principal Stewart, how may I help you?" a familiar voice asked. "Oh hi, this is Denise, from Virginia, you just called for me?" "Yes," Ms. Stewart replied, "I just wanted to check on your situation, after we talked the other day, I've been a bit worried for you. Have you gotten rid of him yet?" "Oh no," Denise answered cheerfully, "the problem's all taken care of. I met his dad yesterday, and after he got done with Richard, he was falling all over himself apologizing to me! He hasn't been a problem ever since!" "Really?" Ms. Stewart asked in amazement. "Wow, that's wonderful...after what happened here with Candi, I was afraid it was happening all over again..." "Candi..." Denise repeated, "that was the teacher's name?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "Oh, no reason," Denise replied. "Yes, I think between his father and I, we finally got through to him!" "You seem very sure of yourself, Denise. I'd still be a bit careful if I were you, he is like a wolf in sheep's clothing. He may seem harmless now, but that might be what he wants you to think..." "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Denise said as she said goodbye and hung up the phone. 'It's just a coincidence,' she thought, 'that the teacher and the maid are both named Candy...' and she didn't give it another thought as she walked down to her room to finish the school day. 2 Denise drove home from school that afternoon, feeling very happy and confident. It was another beautiful day, weather-wise; the temperature had been near 70 that afternoon. She arrived home and walked through her front door, stopping in the kitchen to set her purse down on one of the stools by the counter. Just as she turned around to head towards her bedroom, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" Denise wondered as she turned the other way, to answer the door. She opened it to see Ashley and Barbie standing there in the doorway. They were both dressed and made up as if they had just come back from some kind of modeling shoot. "Ashley? Barbie?" Denise asked in surprise, "what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?" "Oh," Ashley replied as they took a step in, "we came with Dick," and Denise gasped as she saw her student standing behind the two girls as they walked in together. "Richard! What are you doing here?" "It's Dick," he smiled as he stepped between Ashley and Barbie, towards his shocked teacher. She backed away from him, against the kitchen counter, feeling his eyes on her as he stepped closer to her. He had a bag in his hand, which he set down next to her purse on the stool. Then he moved his fingers against her stomach, sliding them between the buttons of her blouse, and against her bare skin. Denise let out a soft whimper as her arms dropped to her sides. "Good girl. You remembered who is in control here." Denise's eyes widened. "What? What about your apology yesterday...?" "You really aren't the brightest crayon in the box, my little teacher," Dick answered with a smirk. His fingers moved up and down her abdomen, undoing the buttons on the lower half of her blouse as he spoke. "You really thought this was over? You believed my little 'apology'?" He laughed. "I'm going to take you out tonight." "Take me out?" Denise exclaimed, "I'm your teacher, not your prom date!" She stiffened a bit as his fingers moved up, opening the rest of the buttons on her green blouse. "You'll be whatever I want you to be, Denise," Dick stated calmly as he slipped the blouse down from her shoulders and off. He smiled at her pretty light-green bra. "I'm going to take you out tonight," he repeated, "but first, we have to get you ready," and he reached behind her, unhooking her bra and pulling it away from her chest, twirling it in front of the stunned teacher. "Get me ready? Where are we going? What do you mean?" "All in due time, just relax," Dick replied as he hung her blouse and bra up on empty hooks that were hanging above her kitchen counter. He gave her bare breasts a quick and gentle massage, smiling at the change in her expression. His right hand slipped down to her slacks, unbuttoning them and letting them fall to the floor, and revealing her light-green matching panty, which he eased down to the floor next. "Sit up here, Denise," Dick said as he patted the countertop. Denise's expression was one of utter confusion as she felt herself obeying, pulling herself up onto the counter, her feet dangling as Dick finished removing her slacks, panty, stockings, and heels. She had been so sure that she had regained complete control of this situation - how could she have been so wrong? Why wasn't she fighting against what was happening? She gasped as she felt his hand easily push her thighs apart to inspect what was between them. "Very nice," Dick smiled as he caressed her, feeling only a tiny amount of hair. "Let's smooth this up a bit, shall we?" and he reached into the bag for a bottle of cream. Squirting a generous amount onto his fingers, he began to massage it all around her rapidly swelling labia. Denise gasped as she felt the hairs tingle and then disappear, and the tingling in her labia got more intense. Dick finally stopped and looked at his handiwork. "Perfect. Now, let's get you dressed, shall we?" Denise began to reach up where her bra was hanging, but Dick stopped her. "No, girl, not those clothes. I have a brand new outfit for you to wear tonight." And he reached into the bag, and pulled out a lavender and pink dress. It was short, and sparkly, with a small silver frill around the bottom, and a strap for the right shoulder. Denise's eyes widened as Dick held it up before her – it was definitely unlike anything she had in her closet! He motioned for her to lower her head, and then he slid it over her, pulling it down as far as it would go. It was snug, and went down to her mid-thigh. Dick motioned for her to get to her feet, and she complied, as he smoothed the dress out. "Absolutely adorable!" Dick exclaimed as he looked over his confused teacher. "Now, I have to run for a bit, but Ashley and Barbie here are going to finish getting you all ready for tonight. Have fun!" And he took Denise's hand, quickly giving it a kiss, before turning to walk out. As he did, he picked up her purse and took it with him – she was too distracted by everything going on to notice. 3 Denise stood there in her kitchen, wearing only the lavender and pink dress, as her attention turned to Ashley and Barbie, now that Dick had left. "What now?" she asked. Barbie quickly spoke up. "Ashley is a real expert at makeup, she's going to really doll you up, Denise. Seriously, when was the last time someone did your makeup for you?" "Umm," Denise thought for a moment, as she tried to remember when. "A long time, right? Well, have a seat here on this stool, and relax." Barbie picked up the bag that was sitting on the stool and handed it to Ashley, then took a seat on the next stool over. Ashley reached into the bag and took out a medium-sized cosmetics bag, and started emptying the contents on the counter. "Do you know where your brother is taking me tonight?" Denise asked, as Ashley took a makeup removal cloth out and started thoroughly cleaning Denise's face, getting it ready for what she was going to apply. "Our brother?" Barbie laughed. "You thought he's our brother? No...he was our classmate! Back when we all lived in California..." "You m-mean," Denise stammered, "at his l-last school...the one he got expelled from?" "Yes," Barbie and Ashley both answered with their heads down a bit. "We're the ones who got him kicked out of school." "You mean....you're the 'smart ones'?" Denise asked incredulously, as Ashley smoothed eye cream around her wide eyes. "We thought we were," Barbie replied. "We're so glad Dick found us when he did...or we might be stuck at some boooring college..." "What do you mean?" Denise asked in wonder, as Ashley brushed foundation over her face. "Dick somehow convinced you that you weren't smart enough for college?" "Not exactly," Barbie giggled. "He showed us that trying to be smart wasn't how we were meant to be, and it wasn't making us happy...! He invited us both to come with him, and discover our true selves, and we've both been happy ever since!" Denise was wide-eyed as she listened to Barbie explain how they arrived at their current state, while Ashley continued to work on her makeup, applying concealer and finishing powder, and contouring and highlighting the edges. "And Candy...she was your teacher there...?" Denise asked. "Exactly," Barbie answered, as Ashley started working on Denise's eyes, first with a light blue eye shadow, then some pink, a dark blue for the creases, some white eyeliner around her eyes, and finally false lashes. "She was like us, stressed all the time, trying so hard to be smart...now she is so happy!" Barbie began to brush Denise's hair softly. "She struggled against it for a while, just like you are, but eventually she realized it was her true nature." "Her true nature?" Denise gasped. "She was a teacher, now she's just a maid! That's silly!" "Now now, Denise, what's so silly about it?" Barbie put the brush down and ran her fingers through the incredulous teacher's hair, as Ashley began applying pink lipstick and gloss to her lips. "Things are so much easier for us when we don't have to try and think our way through life. We can be what we were meant to be...dumb eye candy!" Barbie and Ashley both giggled as Ashley put the finishing touches on Denise's face. "I'm not dumb eye candy...!" Denise protested, as Ashley quickly painted both sets of Denise's nails a soft pink that matched her lips. Barbie had pulled some accessories out of the bag and was putting them on Denise – some gaudy bracelets for her left wrist, some large dangling earrings, and a pair of five inch open toed light colored heels with ankle straps. Both of them ignored her last comment. "There," Ashley said as she put everything back in the bag, "all done! Do you have a full length mirror somewhere – you have to see this!" "In my bedroom," Denise answered, as she got up and slowly walked towards her bedroom, Ashley and Barbie right behind her...she walked in front of the mirror, and stopped, her eyes wide. Ashley and Barbie moved to either side of her. "Wow-that can't be me...!" Denise exclaimed. "I look so...so...young!" Her mouth was open in astonishment at what she saw. It was obviously her, but she looked so much younger, almost a college-age caricature of herself! Barbie giggled, "You do! You totally look like you could be our sister! Ashley, you really outdid yourself this time!" "She really did, didn't she," came a male voice, coming from behind Denise. It was Dick, smiling as he pressed up against his teacher's back. "What a doll you are, Denise, just look at yourself!" As Denise continued to stare in wonder at herself, she felt his hand moving up between her legs, pushing a familiar object-her egg-smoothly and easily inside her. "You did great, girls, I'll see you later!" And Ashley and Barbie turned and began to walk away. Denise's expression clearly showed her surprise. "My egg...you took it from my purse again..." "Oh, I did better than that, you silly little bimbo, I took your whole purse. Here, here's a brand new clutch for you to carry, with everything you need inside," and he handed her a small lavender and pink clutch purse which perfectly matched her ensemble. "Now, I believe we're ready to go." And he led her out of the front door, and into his waiting car parked out front. 4 As Denise began to get into the passenger side of the car, she stopped. "Umm...Dick...?" "Yes, girl?" Dick answered her. "I'm not wearing anything under this dress," she replied, blushing a bit. "I know," Dick smiled as he got in the car. "That dress fits you quite well, no need for anything else under it, and you'll stay warm enough, trust me." He chuckled as he watched his confused teacher sit down in the seat, closing the door behind her. As he started the car, his left hand silently slipped the remote for the egg from his pocket. "But you said we're going out...I can't be out in public without a bra! Or panties! It's...umm...ohhh..." Denise moaned suddenly as she felt the familiar buzzing inside her. Dick smiled as he reached over and reclined her seat back a good bit. "It's what? Were you going to say something, silly little bimbo?" He waited a few seconds, but the only response he got was a soft whimper. "That's what I thought. Now just relax while we're in the car. I'll put on a little educational video for you to watch," and he reached over and turned on the video screen in front of her. "The last few days of your life, in living color," he laughed as he put the car in drive and started off. Denise lay back in the seat, her arms at her sides, as the video from the first day that week began to play. "I'm really glad you were so dumb as to carry that wonderful egg with you to school, Denise," he taunted as she watched silently. "It took me weeks of work with Candy to get her to the point you're at now, in just a few short days." He watched the teacher's breathing begin to pick up a bit, and quietly hit the button on the remote, turning the egg off. He smiled as he noticed little change in her expression or state as she sat there, transfixed by the images. "Amazing, isn't it. To watch yourself, see what you allowed to happen to yourself, see what excited you. You're very responsive, girl. Who would have ever known there was such a hot body underneath all those boring teacher clothes?" "Huh, iiiii...ummm..." Denise mumbled as she watched the scene in the video change, to the night before, when she went over to Dick's for dinner. "Just relax. I know you can answer my questions while you watch, can't you, Denise?" "Yes," she breathed. "Good girl. Now, tell me, whatever made you think you should be a teacher in the first place?" Dick asked as he continued to drive down the highway towards their destination, still unknown to Denise. "Umm," Denise mumbled as she tried to think, "I don't know...I always wanted to be one...since I can remember..." "And nobody tried to talk you out of it, did they? Your parents, teachers, counselors, I'm sure they all said 'good for you!' even though it was pretty obvious you weren't cut out for all that heavy thinking, right?" "Umm...right..." Denise mumbled, as her eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching for the first time what she had missed after passing out: all the dessert being eaten off of her excited, trembling body; then Dick picking her up, tossing her over his shoulder like a slab of meat, and carrying her unconscious body to the shower to clean her off; and finally being driven home by Dick, Ashley, and Barbie, and placed in her own bed, to wake up the next morning. "Now, don't you wish that someone like me could have gotten hold of you then, when you were eighteen, and guided you down the right path, and saved you all these years of frustration and failure? That's what I did with Ashley and Barbie, and what I'm doing with Sara and Melanie. They are all much happier now than they have ever been, now that they have found and embraced their true place in the world." The video came to an end just as Dick finished this statement, and Denise suddenly snapped out of the reverie she had been in since it began. She turned suddenly, her expression once more looking upset. "What do you mean failure? I've been a teacher for 14 years now! And what do you know about my or their 'true place'? You're nineteen! You don't know anything about me!" Dick smiled as he glanced over at his angry teacher. "I know a lot more about you than you think, pretty girl. As a matter of fact, I'll prove it to you. I'll ask you a bunch of questions about you, all yes or no answers. If you answer no to any of the questions I ask, then I'll admit you are right, and I won't press it any farther. But if you answer yes to all of the questions, then you admit that I am right, and you'll listen to everything else I have to say. The only thing I ask is that you answer every question honestly, no matter how embarrassing it may be. Can you do that?" Denise thought for a moment, then replied, "Yes, I can do that, if only to end this ridiculous argument!" Dick grinned. "Excellent. Now, just lay back and relax, and just answer yes or no. Okay?" "Okay," Denise muttered as she lay back in the seat again. "Good. First question: are you 38 years old, Denise?" "Yes," she replied quietly. Dick smiled. "That was an easy one – I had a peek at your driver's license. Okay, next question: when you were in high school, were you a cheerleader, and an athlete?" "Yes," Denise answered, "I was both." "Good," he said as he kept his eyes on the road. "When you were in high school, were you very sexually active?" Denise blushed a bit and paused, but finally mumbled, "Yes..." Dick smiled again. "When you were in high school and college, did you struggle to make good grades, even though athletes and cheerleaders usually get graded easier than the smart kids?" Denise visibly bristled as he finished asking the question. "Yes, but"- He quickly cut her off. "Yes or no, that's all I want to hear, understand?" "Yes," Denise breathed, blushing again. "Good girl. You're doing so well. Next question: When you were in high school, and a boy wanted you to do something, did he get better results when he told you what to do firmly, as opposed to asking?" Denise gasped in surprise as she tried to think back to when she was in school – this wasn't a question she had expected. "Don't think, Denise, just answer. Now." "Yes," Denise replied. Dick grinned broadly. "I see nothing has changed." He looked up as he took the upcoming exit – they weren't too far now from their destination. "Have you found it more difficult to begin and sustain relationships because of the expectations of being a teacher, Denise?" You Can't Handle Me Ch. 03 "Yes," she breathed again. She was quite conscious now of the fact that she had yet to answer 'no' to anything. "There's a double standard with the way that students are allowed to dress and act, and how the teachers are expected to dress and act. Does that frustrate you, Denise, even make you a little jealous at times?" "Yes," she replied, a bit emphatically. "You're jealous of the way the girls can act, and dress, and the attention they get from the boys, aren't you, Denise?" "Yes," she answered again. Her chest was beginning to rise and fall a bit more rapidly. "Are my questions exciting you, Denise?" "Yes," she breathed, as she squeezed her legs together a bit. "Good girl, you've done so well, and you're almost finished. Tell me, Denise, is it important to you, what men think of you?" "Y-yes," Denise stammered a bit. She shifted a bit in her seat, as Dick made a turn down another road. Darkness was beginning to set in. "I can tell you really didn't want to say yes to that. But you're being honest and that's what matters. Some of my questions are a little embarrassing though, aren't they?" "Yes," she blushed, her breathing still a bit rapid. "Would you agree that men care more about what's under your blouse than what's in your head, Denise?" Denise paused, blushing even harder as she answered, "yes..." "Would you agree that men think more about what's between your legs than what's between your ears, Denise?" "Yes," she gasped, as she squeezed her legs together once more. "Last question. It excites you more when a man calls you 'dumb cunt' than when he calls you by your name, doesn't it?" He pulled the car off the road and into a parking lot, turning to look at her and waiting for her response. "Umm," Denise mumbled, as she turned to see him looking at her intently. She was desperately trying not to say yes, but the sensations between her legs were growing stronger. "Answer me now, you dumb cunt!" "Yes," Denise panted breathlessly, a look of shock sweeping over her face. "Very good. You answered all of my questions yes, didn't you, Denise?" His hand went out to caress her trembling cheek. She nodded yes as he continued. "That's because your true nature is finally coming out. You were never meant to be in authority over others, or for anything requiring much thought at all. You're an object. A dumb cunt. A pretty plaything for the pleasure of others. You're meant to follow directions, not give them. Right now, standing in front of a class and being in charge of them is the farthest thing from your mind, isn't it, Denise?" His hand slid down and caressed the tops of her breasts, visible above the top of her dress. "Yes," she breathed, as her body shuddered in anticipation. She looked down a bit, and caught sight of his manhood through his pants, and locked onto it. Dick grinned as he saw where her eyes had gone. "You'd like nothing more than to pleasure me right now, wouldn't you, you dizzy little girl?" "Yes," Denise whimpered loudly. As she responded, his hand suddenly pulled away from her, and he opened his door. "Not now. We're here," he said as he got out and walked around to open her door. She looked up to see that they had arrived at some sort of nightclub, a place she didn't recognize, as she stepped out slowly. She realized she had absolutely no idea where she was at all, or how long they had been in the car. As Dick took her hand and led her towards the entrance, his other hand slid into his pocket and lightly touched the lowest setting on the egg's remote. You Can't Handle Me Ch. 04 Denise felt a bit dizzy as Dick led her through the front door of 'The Doll House', which was apparently some kind of nightclub. The club seemed rather large and was fairly unoccupied so far -- there was one group of college-age guys at a table across the floor, and the rest of the tables were empty. Dick led Denise over to the bar and smiled at the lady behind the counter. "Hey Heather, this is my friend Denise. Get her whatever she wants, it's on my tab, ok?" "You got it, Dick," Heather replied. "What'll it be, doll?" she grinned at the overwhelmed Denise. "Umm...a Long Island ice tea, I guess..." Denise stammered. Dick stood behind his teacher and wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "I have a few things I need to attend to. It'll be a while before the club starts to fill up, so just sit here and relax, Heather will take good care of you, ok?" "Okay," Denise breathed, as Heather placed a tall drink in front of her. "Good girl," he whispered back. "I'll leave your egg on low for now, since you are doing so well." And he let go and walked away. Denise's eyes followed him as he headed around the stage area and through a swinging door. She glanced over quickly at the four young men at the far table, and noticed one of them returning her glance with a wink. She blushed a bit and quickly turned back around to face the bar, starting to sip her drink. "Your first time here, Denise?" Heather asked as she tidied up behind the counter. "Uh huh," Denise nodded as she sipped her drink. Heather smiled. "Dick sure knows how to pick 'em. Just relax, like he said, and enjoy yourself, ok doll?" "Sure...I'll try to," Denise answered as she continued to sip her drink. She was starting to relax, she thought. As the next few minutes passed, and she continued to drink, she started to forget about the buzzing going on between her legs. She barely noticed when Heather replaced her empty drink with another. She found herself wondering how long Dick was going to leave her alone there, when suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder. Denise turned, expecting it to be Dick, but instead, it was the young man from across the club, the one who had winked at her. "Hi there! I hope you don't mind me coming over here," he smiled. "And I hope your boyfriend doesn't mind either..." "He-he's not really my b-boyfriend," Denise stammered. "Oh, okay!" the young man exclaimed, still smiling. "I haven't seen you here before -- did you just start working here?" "Working here?" Denise giggled in surprise. "Oh no, I don't work here...!" "Well, you should," he replied. "This place pays better than any of the other clubs in town, I hear. Oh, my name is Chip, by the way." He took the empty stool next to her. "I'm Denise," she answered back. "Nice to meet you, Denise. My friends and I are seniors at Marshall-where do you go to school?" Denise giggled again in surprise. "Oh my god, no, I'm not in school any more! Well, not exactly anyway...I'm a teacher!" Chip's eyes lit up. "Wow, really? You must have just gotten your position this year, right? What are you, 22, 23?" She couldn't help but giggle again. "I'm 38!" "Stop pulling my leg, there's no way you're 38! You look...half that!" Denise blushed hard and giggled as she opened her clutch and looked for her wallet - Dick had replaced it with a new one, and it took her a minute to figure out what it was. She reached inside and pulled out her driver's license, handing it to him. "Wow...that's a really good ID, who did that for you?" he exclaimed. Heather had taken notice as well, and was looking over his shoulder at the license. "That's the real thing," she said. "Trust me, it's my job to know. You really have taken care of yourself, doll!" she remarked to Denise. Denise blushed and giggled again, as Chip handed the license back to her. "Wow, a 38-year-old teacher, in a place like this, on a school night? You are so brave," and he placed his hand on her right knee. Denise stiffened a bit, but didn't say or do anything to make him stop. "What do you teach, Denise?" he asked, as his hand moved up a few inches, close to the bottom of her dress. "Umm...I...high school...history...geography..." she breathed. "Wow...you don't look or act like any high school teacher I've ever met. You don't really seem that...smart?" He laughed a bit as she blushed. "But I guess you must be, right? To know all that stuff about history and geography?" His fingers slid under the hem of her dress. "Let's see...something easy...something I remember...oh yeah, what year did the Revolutionary War start?" His fingers inched their way up her thigh. Denise's eyes widened at the question, between the light buzzing in her pussy, the two tall drinks she'd consumed, and his fingers moving up her leg, it was hard as hell to focus and think, but she did manage to blurt out, "1775..." "Right, well that one was easy though, wasn't it?" Chip smiled as his fingers moved up a bit higher. "Tell you what - you answer the next two right, and I'll stop, and admit you are what you say you are. If you don't, then you have to admit to me that you are what you look like -- a dumb bimbo. Deal?" "Umm...okay...deal," Denise breathed. She shook her head a bit, trying to clear it. This was silly, she could do this, she wasn't going to let some smart-ass college boy show her up... "Good!" His fingers trailed up higher, then he stopped when he realized she didn't have anything on under her dress. "Now, what is the capital of Switzerland, Denise?" His fingers slid over, finding her moistening labia and gently caressing them. "It's...umm...it's...I know this...just...give me a mo-ohhh..." Denise whimpered as she tried desperately to focus on the question. "What's wrong, bimbo, too much stimulation for your ditzy little mind?" Chip laughed as he slid his fingers away. Denise was panting hard as she tried again to focus on the question. "Capital of Switzerland, Denise, let's have it!" "It's...umm..." Denise struggled to answer, "Genev- no, it's not Geneva, it's...umm...it's...ohh...what fire does...Bern!" She sighed in relief, and grabbed her drink glass, taking a big swig. "Well done, that was a tough one," Chip chuckled as his fingers slid back over her slit. "Just one more...you can do it...!" Denise's eyes were glazed over and her breathing was a bit ragged. She knew it was going to take everything she had to get the last one right. "Last one...answer quicker this time...what's the capital of Europe?" Chip smiled as his fingers slid back and forth over her mound. "Capital...of...Europe...it's...ohhh...I know this one...it's...ohh...on the tip of my tongue, it's...it's...ohhh...it's..." "You have no clue, do you?" Chip laughed as he pulled his hand completely out. Denise shook her head no. "Europe is a continent, not a country, it doesn't have a capital." Denise's face was red with embarrassment as she looked down, trying not to make eye contact with him. "That was...a trick question..." "Yes, and one that a smart teacher would have figured out right away. Which you're not. What are you, Denise?" She bowed her head. "I'm...a...d-dumb...bimbo..." she gasped reluctantly. "Good girl," a familiar voice said. Denise looked up to see Dick standing there next to Chip. Without a thought, she rushed into his arms, trembling. Dick smiled as he ran his hands through her hair and down her back, calming her down. "There there, everything's fine, girl," he said. "I see you met my good friend Chip." Denise looked up as Chip nodded and grinned. "Did she pass our little test, Chip?" "Nope," Chip answered as he shook his head. "Good, just as I expected," Dick laughed as he took the bewildered teacher by the arm. "Let's go find a table, shall we? Things will be starting soon." He led her in the direction of the stage, finding a table near the front with a booth seat. He directed her to sit down in the booth and then he slid in next to her. A waitress appeared a moment later and slid a fresh Long Island ice tea in front of her. Denise blinked as she turned to look at Dick. "I'm...a bit...buzzed...don't usually drink like this..." "It's okay, just relax and enjoy, you don't have to worry about driving home, or anything else for that matter. Isn't it nice not to have to worry about anything, Denise?" "Yes," she breathed. "Th-that test...you planned that..." "Of course, girl. And you failed, didn't you?" She nodded yes in reply, as he withdrew something from his pocket. Denise's eyes widened as she recognized her favorite red pen she carried in her purse. "M-my pen..." "Mine now," he laughed. "Tell me, Denise, what grade do you get when you fail a test?" "An F," she whispered, embarrassed. "That's right, an F. Your brain gets an F. Not that surprising though, after what we talked about in the car earlier, is it?" He took the top off the pen, and with his left hand he reached over and pushed her bangs up out of the way. Then, to her mortification, she could feel something being written on her forehead. "Open your clutch and take out your compact, so you can see what I just did," he smiled. Denise quickly did as he asked. She gasped in total embarrassment when she saw the red 'F' written on her forehead. "You...graded me..." she whimpered. "A bit ironic, isn't it? A teacher getting a grade from one of her students?" He laughed. "Tell me, Denise, have you ever been as humiliated as you've been this week?" "No...never..." "I didn't think so. I'm sure it has been quite unexpected. And yet, quite exciting as well?" His fingers traced across her chest, above the line of her dress. "Yes," she breathed. "Good girl. You're really starting to embrace your true nature. I knew you would when I chose you, but I'm so pleased how quickly you're learning." He watched her expression change to a coy, girlish smile. "You're responding so well to me, Denise. And," he added as he reached into his pocket once again, "there are other parts of you that deserve a much more favorable grade..." and he opened his hand to reveal three clips, each with a red 'A+' on it. Her eyes widened. "Do you know where these should go, Denise?" She shook her head no as she looked around, just now noticing that the club had filled up a lot since they had sat down. Dick smiled as he leaned over, pulling the shoulder strap of her dress down, and then her dress, until her right nipple was completely exposed. Denise looked down and gasped, instinctively reaching to cover herself. "I can't be exposed-it's a public place...!" She was blushing hard again. "It's quite alright, my silly little teacher. Nobody here is going to mind, I have a good bit of pull here...and besides, in a few minutes, when the strip show starts, there'll be plenty of exposing going on...!" "A strip show-this is a strip club?" Denise's eyes widened in amazement, as Dick exposed her left nipple as well, clipping one of the 'A+' clips to each nipple, then pulling her dress back up. The outline of each A+ was clearly visible through the tight thin fabric of her dress. "Aaaahhh!" she gasped loudly at the sudden sharp pain on each nipple, drawing a few glances from the nearby tables. "Oh yes. Let me guess, you've never been to a strip club before, have you, Denise?" His hand with the third clip slid under the bottom of her dress, between her legs. "N-no never..." Denise panted, her weak, overwhelmed mind trying to get used to the sensations her nipples were sending it. She felt his fingers pushing past her swollen labia, and then another 'Aaaahhhh!!" as he clipped the third one securely onto her clit. "There, all done," he smiled as he withdrew his hand, wiping it clean. "And just in time too, the show is about to start. Excuse me one moment, would you?" And he stood up and walked up onto the stage, where a microphone stand was the only thing in front of the closed curtain. Denise's eyes were on him, her curiosity heightened as to what was about to happen. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Doll House. For those of you who are here for the first time, my name is Dick, and I am glad you decided to come to my club tonight! Please, sit back, relax, and enjoy the entertainment...!" The crowd applauded as he walked down and back to his seat. "Your club?" Denise whispered in amazement. "You own it? But how...?" "Oh, I discovered this place when we were looking for a place to move...it had loads of potential but needed someone with the right vision to take it over. Money's never been an issue for us, so I made the previous owner an offer he couldn't refuse, and here we are!" The curtain opened to reveal the stage. Denise's eyes widened once again at what she saw -- it looked like it had been decorated like a Barbie doll house, with lots of pink and bright colors. At the front of the stage were three matching pink poles, and in the back center there was a large Barbie-doll box! The lights shone on the front of the box as it opened, and girls started to parade out of it, dancing and sashaying their way towards the poles. The crowd's attention was fully on the girls as they came forward, each dressed and made up like a different Barbie doll, albeit in Barbie-type lingerie. As the first two girls made their way to the pole on the left of the stage, Denise gasped again. It was Ashley and Barbie! "They make beautiful dolls, don't they?" Dick whispered in Denise's ear as she watched, enraptured. She nodded yes, never taking her eyes off the stage, as the next two girls came into view, walking to the right... "Oh my god-Sara! Melanie!" Denise exclaimed in a loud whisper. Her two smartest students seemed completely at ease and happy as they shimmied onto the pole to the right of the stage, dancing on it seductively. Denise turned to Dick, a shocked expression on her face. "You've turned my girls into...strippers?" "Sure, why not? They're completely happy, and they're really good at it too -- it's as if they were made for it, don't you think?" "I"- Denise was about to respond, when Dick put his finger over her lips. "No, of course you don't, what a dumb question!" He chuckled as he gently eased her gaze back to the stage, where the fifth and final girl was taking her spot, on the center pole...it was Candy! Denise's eyes widened as she watched. Dick slipped back to his seat, and gently eased the remote to the egg out of his pocket, sliding it up to medium... "Ohh," Denise moaned as she felt the buzzing inside her pussy become more intense. The crowd was becoming a bit more boisterous as the scene on the stage progressed, with the girls sliding out of their tops and continuing to slither up and down the poles. She could feel Candy looking down at her, almost with a 'come hither' look. She blushed hard as her mind was swirling with all the stimulation. "You want to join her up there, don't you, Denise?" Dick chuckled, watching his dazed and helpless teacher staring up at the stage. "I know you do, I can see it in your eyes, how your body is trembling with anticipation. You wish Candy would just step down here right now, and take your hand, and lead you up there..." and as he finished this statement, Candy indeed was standing right there, taking Denise's trembling hand and helping her up the steps and onto the stage. The crowd saw what was happening, and from their table a few feet away, Chip and his friends started to whoop and holler. "Yeah, Denise!" Chip yelled. "You go, teacher!" The rest of the crowd quickly picked up on it, and as the startled and overwhelmed teacher slid up and down the pole next to Candy, she heard alternating yells of her name and her profession. "Ohh godd..." Denise moaned as she slid up and down the pole, the buzzing in her head and between her legs not allowing her to have any thought whatsoever about what she was doing. Her hands went to her dress, sliding it down and off onto the floor, leaving her wearing only her heels, jewelry, and the three A+ clips. She was lost, in another world, with no concept of time, mindlessly riding up and down the pole, not even stopping when the orgasm cascaded through her helpless body, drawing the largest applause from the crowd. At some point she realized the show was ending, and the other girls were getting their outfits back on, and walking back to the back, through the box. Denise followed their suit, pulling her dress back up and stumbling back, behind Candy, and into the life-size Barbie box which was sitting at the back of the stage... You Can't Handle Me Ch. 05 Denise woke up the next morning, still a bit dazed and disoriented from the night before. The first thing she realized, as she sat up and rubbed her eyes, was that she was not in her own house. The bed she found herself in was a king size bed, larger than her own. The second thing she realized, as she groggily pulled the sheet away, was that she wasn't wearing anything at all. She looked about the room, trying to get a handle on her surroundings. The only light in the room was coming from a large window behind the bed. The room was rather large, and she noticed it had an inordinately large number of doors...she counted five in total. One was different from the rest, it was slightly larger and heavier looking, and the other four looked more like closet doors. The room otherwise looked like a typical bedroom, with a large mirrored dresser, nightstands, lamps, and the sort. In some ways, it resembled a very nice hotel room -- was that where she was? 'Where was she,' Denise wondered to herself, as she tried to think back to the night before. She remembered going to a club. She remembered she must have had way too much to drink...on a school night! "Oh my God," she exclaimed, "it's Friday, I have to get to school!" She started rushing around the room, looking for her clothes, or for that matter anything that belonged to her, but she couldn't find anything. She was about to go and try the main door, when she spotted a note lying on one of the nightstands. Picking it up, Denise read: Good Morning doll, I hope you slept well! You were wonderful last night... Don't worry about school, I already called and let them know you wouldn't be in today... Relax and enjoy the room, breakfast should be brought up for you, and I'll be home before you know it! Dick "Oh my God," Denise gasped, as she reread the note. "I'm at Dick's house...I was wonderful last night?" Her first thought, as she sat down on the bed, was that she had sex with her student the night before. She concentrated, trying to remember what happened... She remembered feeling, after having met Dick's father, that everything was going to work out fine...then she remembered Dick, Ashley, and Barbie coming to her house after school, surprising her. The girls gave her some kind of makeover. Then, Dick drove her to the club...it was some kind of strip club...she had a lot to drink...did she get up and dance? She vaguely remembered being up on a stage...something about Barbie dolls. She stood up and walked over to the mirror to look at her reflection. Had she been made over to look like a Barbie doll? She checked her appearance, but everything was normal. Maybe it was all just a dream? She walked over to the main door, turning the knob, but it was locked. 'I have to get out of here," Denise thought as she looked around for something to cover herself with, but the only thing there was the sheets on the bed. She was about to grab the top sheet, to pull it off and wrap it around her, when she glanced over at the other doors. 'Maybe there's something to wear in one of these closets,' she thought, as she tried the door nearest to the bed, and it opened. She felt around for a light switch and found one, and as she switched it on, she could see that it was a closet. There were a number of outfits hanging on the rack, and the first one that caught her eye was a pink and red maid's uniform. As she carefully un-hung it and looked it over, the first thing she noticed were the large cups on the bustier. 'That'll never fit me!' she thought, and then she remembered Candy, the former teacher, who was now the maid, and was very well endowed, this was obviously hers! She put the outfit back on the rack, and browsed through the others. There were a number of very sparkly outfits that looked like something a Vegas showgirl might be seen in...and then, as Denise got to the end, she saw a lavender and pink dress, and she stopped, staring at it. She remembered it...it was what she was wearing the night before. She remembered how perfectly it fit her, how well it hugged her curves, as if it had been made especially for her. She took it off the hanger, and looked at it again, it did look like the kind of dress a Barbie doll might be dressed in -- maybe that's why she had thought what she had thought earlier! She held it to her nose, it smelled clean...well she could slip it on again, for now, till she figured out what was going on and how to get out of here. She stepped into it, and slid it up, pulling the single strap over her shoulder. It still fit, but something felt a bit different. She could recall how it fit from the day before, and something was a bit more snug on her. She pulled at the fabric a bit, adjusting it, but it still didn't feel as perfect as it had before. She realized it was slightly tighter across her chest. 'Well, maybe it was cleaned last night, and shrunk a bit,' she thought. It wasn't that uncomfortable, so she didn't give it any more thought, as she looked in the rest of the closet. The only other things in there were high-heeled shoes in a row on the floor. She turned off the light and made her way back into the bedroom. She was curious if the other doors went to closets as well, if they did, that was a lot of closets for one room! She opened the other door that was on the same wall. There didn't seem to be a light switch, and the door seemed to open into a hallway, not a closet. 'Maybe another way out!' the hopeful teacher thought, as she slowly stepped down the hall, continuing to feel on both sides for a light, but not finding one. The hallway went on for a while, and it was getting darker and darker. Denise was starting to wonder if it would ever end, and whether or not following it was such a good idea, after all. Finally, she felt the walls on each side turn, opening up into a room. She found a light switch on the right side and turned it on, and what she saw astonished her. The first thing she saw in the room was the floor, covered in hay. As Denise's eyes moved around the room, it appeared to have been decorated like some kind of barn. The wallpaper had cornfields and cows on it. In the middle of the room was a four-foot-square wooden fence. Denise's attention was drawn inside it, however, to the strange-looking item inside; it appeared to be some kind of exercise equipment, although not anything she had ever seen before. It had a metal frame, and a seat, and three cups were hanging on one side -- two large round ones and one smaller, oval-shaped one. The cups had clear plastic tubing attached to them, but the tubing wasn't attached to anything else. The amazed teacher slowly made her way into the room, stepping carefully through the hay in her bare feet. At first, the hay felt strange, as her feet and toes crunched through it, but after a minute, she realized it actually felt soft and nice to walk in. She looked around for a door, but couldn't see any sign of one. The only way in seemed to be the way she came in! Denise made her way over to the fence, and opened the gate to walk inside. A closer inspection of the machine didn't tell her any more than before. She adjusted her dress a bit, once again feeling the tight fit over her chest as before, and casually glanced around the room again before turning out the light and walking out. Once she was back in the bedroom, Denise turned her attention to the two doors on the opposite side of the room. The first one opened easily, revealing another hallway. This was not as long as the first one, and it too opened into a small room, but as she turned on the light, Denise was greeted by a much different scene. The room was quite plain, and all it had in it was a large cage or crate-like thing, maybe four feet on all sides. Newspaper lined its bottom, and inside was an empty food bowl, a half-full water bowl, a leash, and a pink collar. Denise couldn't remember seeing a dog, or any other animal for that matter, in her previous visit to Dick's house, but maybe he used to have a dog, she thought, as she turned back and walked out to the bedroom. The second door was a bit stiff, but after a few tries the knob turned and the door pulled open. It was a simple bathroom, with a sink and a commode. Denise realized she hadn't gone yet today, so she pulled her dress up and sat down to pee. As she looked up, she noticed a large framed photo on the wall in front of her, and it caught her attention. It was a rather simple black and white photo of a dark-haired woman kneeling, naked, with her arms suspended above and behind her. The position forced the woman's head to bow and her chest to be pushed out. Denise just stared at it for several minutes as she sat there, then finally she stood up, cleaned off, flushed, washed her hands, and walked back out of the bathroom. A large serving tray was sitting next to the bed when she returned, with pancakes, syrup, bacon, eggs sunny-side-up, and coffee. "Mmmm," Denise said as she climbed up on the bed and looked over the full meal before her. She was quite hungry, she thought, as she picked up the large bottle of syrup and poured some over her pancakes. She kneeled down in front of the tray, sitting on her feet, as she took a big bite of pancake covered in syrup. "Mmmmmm..." Denise whimpered as the delicious syrup hit her tongue. It was simply the most amazing taste she could remember in ages! She took another bite, even bigger than the first, and this time some of the syrup dripped down, a few drops landing on top of her chest, and a few drops landing on her dress. "Mmmmm..." she repeated as she finished the second bite, then she looked down, seeing the mess she had made. "Shit!" she exclaimed, "I'm going to ruin this nice dress!" And without hesitation she pulled it over her head and tossed it across the room, leaving her as naked as she had been when she woke up. Then she turned her attention to her chest, moving her fingers to where the syrup had dripped, in an attempt to rub it off. Something happened, though, something she didn't expect...the moment she started to rub the syrup against her skin, it sent a pleasurable tingle straight into it! "Ohhh," Denise moaned, as she continued to rub it into the tops of her breasts. Without thinking, she picked up the bottle of syrup again, and squirted it over both of her breasts... About an hour later, the door opened, and Dick walked in, and smiled at the sight that greeted him. There, on his bed, was his geography teacher, stretched out on her back, asleep, her arms stretched out over her head, and a sated expression on her face. Denise was completely covered in sticky syrup from the top of her chest all the way down to her knees, and all around her mouth as well. The empty syrup bottle was lying next to her on the bed, and on the serving tray sat the half-eaten pancakes, plus the bacon and eggs. "Delicious!" Dick exclaimed, as he surveyed the scene before him. He picked up the pieces of bacon and arranged them around the sleeping teacher's outer labia. Then he carefully picked up the eggs and slid one on top of each of her breasts. "Perfect," he said as he pulled out a camera from his pocket and started taking pictures. Then he knelt over her still body as he helped himself to some bacon and eggs. Once he had satisfied his hunger, he picked up the sleeping teacher, sliding her over his shoulder, as he carried her off to the shower to clean her up. Then he brought her clean body back to the bed, laying her down, then getting out of his own clothes as he lay next to her, waiting for her to wake up... You Can't Handle Me Ch. 06 "Uuuhh..." Denise mumbled as she began to wake. "Good morning doll," Dick said as he turned to face his waking teacher. "I hope you slept well..." "I...umm..." she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes. She was in his bed, naked, and they were both under the sheet. "What happened..." Dick smiled as his hand went to caress her cheek. "You were wonderful last night..." "I...last night...wonderful?" she asked, looking lost. "Oh my God...what time is it...school..." "Don't worry about school," he replied. "I already called and let them know you wouldn't be in today..." Denise shuddered as a feeling of déjà vu came over her. She shook her head in confusion. "Did I...did we..." "No, honey, we didn't," he smiled. "Oh, good..." she breathed. "Then...what am I doing here? Why aren't I in school..." "Just relax, doll." His fingers ran through her hair. "Why are you so worried about school? You afraid they won't be able to handle things without you?" "I...umm..." she mumbled, as her hand drifted down between her legs -- she couldn't feel her egg inside her, and she wanted to make sure it wasn't there. "That's a great answer. Now, why do you think you're here?" "I...umm...ohh god...I remember now, last night...you took me to a...club..." "Yes. Yes, I did. And from all accounts, you had a really wonderful time." "Oh my god," she gasped, "I got up on the stage, didn't I..." "Yes. Yes, you did." "Oh god, how much did I have to drink..." Denise's hand went to her temple. "You got a little buzzed, doll. Now, do you really think it would have been wise for you to go to school today?" "I...no...I guess not," she sighed. "Oh no...the school...what if they find out?" "What if they find out what, doll?" He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a stack of photos, showing them to her one by one. "You mean, if they find out you got up on the stage at a strip club?" Denise nodded, her eyes wide as she stared at the photo of her stripping out of the lavender dress. "Or, if they find out you like to play with your food?" He grinned as he flipped to the next picture, of her lying on the bed, naked, covered in syrup, eggs, and bacon... "Oh god..." Denise moaned, "that's me..." "Yes, from breakfast a while ago. Yummy! Or maybe you mean, if they find out you like to be blindfolded and tied up in your own classroom?" And he flipped to one of the pictures from earlier in the week. "No...not that..." she gasped. "Or that you like to take a Jello bath?" He flipped to the next photo. "Or that you like to dress up like a Barbie doll?" He flipped again. "Or that you are such a nympho that you have orgasms over your teacher's desk?" He flipped one more time. Denise was blushing hard and trembling, almost crying. "Oh God," she whimpered, "I-I can't go back there...I can't...what am I going to do?" "Of course you can't. And why should you? If you haven't learned anything this week, you should have learned that you don't really belong there, in an academic institution..." "I...don't...?" Denise whimpered. "Of course not. You're a girl, a silly, empty-headed little girl. Now you're free, free to be what you were always meant to be..." "I...I don't know...I..." she stammered as she started to get out of the bed, looking around for something to cover herself with as she did. She reached for the sheet, but he pulled it away from her firmly. "I think you do know, Denise." She backed away from the bed, slowly, as he climbed over the side, approaching her with a gleam in his eye. "What do you w-want from me...?" she whimpered as he stood before her. They were both completely naked, and try as she might, she couldn't help but look down at his hardening cock before her. He smiled as he watched her gaze locking on it. "That was a good start," he replied. "I want you to admit to me what you want, what you are. Your eyes just did," he chuckled. She gulped as she realized what he meant, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. "Kneel," he commanded. The trembling teacher gulped and obeyed, her eyes never leaving his cock. "Put your arms behind your back." As she complied, he reached over for two pink silk scarves. He proceeded to use one to tie her wrists together, and the other to tie her ankles together. Then he stepped back in front of her, his cock inches from her face. "Tell me you want this," he said. "Tell me you want to be on your knees for me from now on. Tell me that you want nothing else but to obey me." Denise was shaking, her mind was spinning, a million thoughts competing for her attention, but her eyes were still locked on his cock, and her pussy was throbbing. It was too much to resist, her body wanted this, had wanted it for so long... "I-I want to...obey you...on my knees...from now on..." she whispered softly. The realization of what she had just said hit her. "Good girl," he exclaimed. "Say it again." "I want to...o-obey you...on my kn-knees...from now on..." "Good girl." He reached over to the dresser and picked up something, holding it before her. It was the two nipple clamps with 'A+' on them, except this time they were connected by a chain. He watched her surprised reaction as he clipped one, then the other, on her hardening nipples. "Ohhhh..." she gasped, as she experienced both a sudden pain and unexpected pleasure, her mind spinning again. "Can't...think straight..." "Good girls don't need to think straight, or at all. Good girls obey. Say it." "Good girls...obey..." she whimpered. "Denise is a good girl. Say it." "D-Denise is a...good girl..." "What do good girls do?" "Good girls obey..." she repeated. "What does Denise do?" "Denise...obeys..." "That's all you need to know. All you need to remember." He reached back to the dresser drawer and pulled out a sparkly pink collar with a bell on it. Her eyes widened as she watched him bring it towards her neck, and then she heard the click as he latched it. "That's a...collar..." "Yes it is. What did I just do, Denise?" "You...collared...me..." she gasped. "Good girl. I collared you because I own you." He reached back into the drawer and picked up a shiny metal tag, bringing it before her eyes. "I had this made the day I first set eyes on you. Read it." Denise shuddered as she read the words out loud: "Denise" Property of Richard Masters, 108 Oakwood Drive, 555-0123. "You had this made before now?" she asked in bewilderment. "How did you know..." "I just did," he answered as he hooked the tag onto her collar. "You're a girl, I knew this day would come, it was just a matter of time. So, tell me, how does it feel to know that you're nothing more than an owned object now?" Denise looked up at him, trembling, her body on fire, and the only word that came to her dizzy mind was "exciting..." "Good. Now, I saw you did a bit of exploring earlier, before I got here." "Uh huh..." she mumbled, as she remembered the doors she opened. "Yes sir," he corrected her. "Yes...sir..." she repeated. "Good. Well then, I think you know where you're going, don't you? Your new home?" It hit her. She remembered the pink collar inside the cage. The same collar that was around her neck now. She looked up at him again, and saw him holding the leash. A minute later, she was face to face with the cage. He opened its door, and unclipped the leash. "In you go..." he ordered. She looked up at him one more time, her expression one of obedient love for her new Owner. Then, her head bowed, she crawled submissively into the cage. The door closed and locked behind her. THE END (for now)