The following story was inspired by the call for
lower standards. I wanted to return to the roots of what I found
erotic about the EMC archive in the first place. Hopefully the
characters are real and the situation intriguing.
Amanda checked herself out in the mirror. For a
sixteen year old girl she liked her figure but felt her breasts could
have been a little bigger. Her mother assured her that all women felt
that way except for those with chests double dd and bigger, and they
all wished their chests were smaller.
Amanda liked the fact that her mother was wise most of the time,
except when it came to knowing what her daughter was up to most of the
time. She wondered if her mom knew her plan to enthrall one of her
teachers today. If she knew she hadn't said anything but considering
mom's laissez faire style of parenting that was no guarantee. Now if
she had been planning on enthralling her dad her mom would definitely
had something to say on the matter.
Amanda considered her mom. She'd inherited her bright blue eyes
and wavy blond hair from her mother. Also her honeyed voice and
captivating smile. Her mother was fuller figured, with large breasts
and hips that a man would ache to caress. Rare was the man who could
tell you what color her mom's eyes were, even after the second date.
Of course once they did make eye contact they were even more of a
goner.
Her mom was a natural when it came to hypnosis. By the time she
had finished her first book on the subject she had already hypnotized
her then boyfriend into marrying her without any prenuptual agreement.
A considerable feat considering he had enough money to have lawyers
telling him what a terrible idea that was.
Three divorces later she found a man she was willing to have a
child with. At least that was the story her mom told Amanda. All
Amanda knew for sure was she had grown up not wanting for anything and
possessing a gift for wrapping men around her finger.
Naturally enough she didn't believe in working hard at school.
Generally she could convince one of the smarter boys in the class to
do her homework for her. And of course the male teachers never asked
her for her homework anyway. For her number yes, but not for her
homework. Except for her newest teacher.
A recent substitute, he was ex-military and possessed tremendous
self discipline. Or maybe he was gay. Either way, he actually wanted
her to do work in his class. And expected her to take tests! This
had to stop.
Her first thought had been to ask him to schedule a parent
teacher conference with her mom. But she decided it was time she
learned to handle problems by herself. And if something went wrong
with her plan, she could always bring in the big guns later. Besides,
she thought to herself as she looked in the mirror, my guns are pretty
big in their own right.
Alex sat at his desk grading a paper before class. These kids
just couldn't seem to get a handle on solving quadratic equations.
They were okay when it was in standard form, but jumble things around
a bit on them and they were lost. Oh well. He would just have to
spend some more time drilling the basic concepts into their head. If
there was one thing he had learned from his time in the military it
was that anything could be drilled into the thickest heads by the
simple power of repetition. And repetition. And more
repetition.
Of course one girl hadn't even wrote anything on her test. Oh,
except for her name. And a large unhappy face. What was her name
again? Oh yes, Amanda Sefton. What a piece of work she was. And
although he tried to keep his ego in check, he suspected she was
suffering a teenage crush on him. Certainly she had been casting
fiery looks in his direction whenever he did ordinary things like ask
her for her homework or whether she had studied for this test. An odd
girl. Funny thing though, whenever he asked other teachers if they
had problems with her, they just sort of gave vague answers about how
she was a model student, and what a wonderful woman her mother was.
Well, he was looking forward to parent teacher conference night
to unriddle that particular enigma. For the present he would have to
give the daughter a zero and have her meet him after class to discuss
her performance.
Meanwhile in her English class Amanda was holding court with her
cronies Jill and Kim.
"Are you going to do it today, Amanda?" asked Kim eagerly. She
was nowhere near as wild and bold as Kim but she was a good student
and helped Kim through many classes when there were no bright boys in
the class. Her high school was top heavy with jocks and light on
nerds. Besides she enjoyed persuading jocks much more than bright
boys. Besides she'd noticed the bright ones tended to ask themselves
why they were doing things for her without any real reward. So smart
girls came in handy. Especially when like Kim they were content to
stay lost in her shadow.
"Do what Kim?" she asked with a bored smile.
"You know," she said excitedly "put the whammy on the new math
teacher."
"He's so dreamy" said Jill. Jill was the opposite of Kim, a
dynamic party girl without a brain in her pretty little head. She had
a thought once but it died of loneliness. That had been 3 years and
150 days ago. Jill came in handy in a different way. Many was the
guy who had wandered over to the trio to ask Jill out and found
himself walking away with Amanda's homework tucked under her
arm.
Amanda had found that although it wasn't as easy she was able to
hypnotize girls as well. But where guys just seemed to naturally fall
under the spell of her sparkling blue eyes, girls she had to lure
under her spell with subtle inductions. In a way she enjoyed the
challenge of lulling an unsuspecting classmate into the deepest of
hypnotic trances, taking a bright ambitious girl headed for
valedictorianship and after a quiet chat convincing her to spend all
her time adjusting her makeup and joining cheer squad gave her an odd
thrill and a delicious tingle through her tight nubile body.
Jill had been an especial challenge though. To plant thought in
a head completely unaccustomed to such things required great delicacy.
Generally she found it easier to be straightforward with her as their
were very few things she wouldn't do of her own free will if there was
a chance of fun involved.
"Yes Kim" she said returning to the lost thread of the
conversation. "But I'm not going to do anything special, he's
probably going to ask to talk to me for a few minutes during class
while everyone else is doing work."
"Why would he do that?" Kim wanted to know.
"Because I turned in a blank test yesterday, and he probably
wants to know if I'm having trouble at home."
"What are you going to tell him?"
"The truth, that I'm not used to the demanding work schedule he
has us on and could I please be excused from any further work."
"Do you think that will work?"
"It will if I give him the bambi look with my baby blue eyes"
and she batted them twice now for effect "I'm sure that will have him
repenting trying to make me work in the first place."
Jill entered the conversation at this point.
"Once you get him under your spell, can I have some fun with
him? I've never had a military guy before."
"Sure you have Jill, I saw you go down on that Navy guy at the
rave last week." Kim said.
"I meant I never had one for a pet before. Would you give him
to me Amanda, I promise I'll hold him, and love him, and squeeze him
and call him George."
"Now Jill, you know I don't share my toys."
"I know Amanda, but it never hurts to ask. Besides I like to
play rough with my boy-toys and I don't want to break him. He's a
pretty cool teacher.
"For you maybe, I don't like any teacher who expects me to work
like an ordinary school girl."
Kim took offense. "But you haven't been working. I've been
doing all your homework and you turned in a blank test."
"I know Kim dear, but it's that he expects me to. That really
gets to me. Do you think he's gay?"
Alex noted Amanda and her cronies enter the room. He saw Amanda
shoot him a smoldering look as she walked to the back of the room and
took her seat. She eyed him coolly over steepled hands and tapped her
fingers quietly together.
"That is one cool customer" he thought to himself.
"Class" he said aloud "your test scores were not, on the whole,
what I would place in the good category. And one of you decided that
they only needed to put a big unhappy face where their answers should
have been." And he showed them Amanda's paper with the big paper.
She blushed in shame.
At least she had when he'd rehearsed this scene in his mind. In
reality while the class tittered she maintained that unnerving steady
gaze with those disturbing blue eyes. Alex coughed nervously.
"Moving on" he said "I think we need to cover quadratic
equations some more. I want you to work on problems 1-23 odd, and
I'll walk around the room answering individual questions as you have
them. First I want to talk to Amanda quietly by my desk. Okay take
out your books. Amanda, if you please..."
Amanda shot her friends sly looks as she demurely moved her seat
back, stood, and walked to the teacher's desk.
"Yes, Mr. Echs?" she said with a lilt to her voice on the last
syllable.
"Amanda, I can't help noticing one thing." He began
firmly.
"What would that be?" prompted Amanda toying with the inevitable
green crystal pendant dangling in the cleavage of her scoop necked
blouse.
Alex lost track of his thoughts for a second as they galloped
across forbidden territory.
"Yes, aaaah, that would be the fact you refuse to do anything
resembling work in my class."
"Is that it Mr Echs? Are you sure that's what you can't help
noticing? There isn't anything else about me that's attracting your
attention?" She asked helpfully, politely even though with a faint
trace of sarcasm.
"Amanda" he said coughing into his hand to hide the fact he had
momentarily lost his focus again "I think there might be something
distracting you in this class..."
She cut him off. "Are you inferring I have a crush on you
Mr. Echs..."
"Actually I'm implying that I have inferred that, but you get
the idea."
"Why Mr. Echs where could you have got an outlandish idea like
that? I think you need to get your ego in check. If anyone is
distracted in this class it would be you. Why you're barely able to
keep your mind on this conversation."
From the beginning of her speech she had been playing with her
pendant, tracing one scarlet and silver fingernail up and down the
golden chain, toying absentmindedly with the crystal, flicking it with
a finger to give it a little spin. And with her last sentence she
brought the crystal up to eye level and then abruptly let it drop.
Before Alex's gaze could follow the dropped crystal it ran smack into
blue eyes like a Mack truck.
"You're barely able to focus one thought after another aren't
you Mr Echs?"
"Huh... What are you talking about Amanda?"
"See what I mean Alex? You're not even able to understand the
simplest thing I'm saying to you. You're so distracted just keeping
eye contact with me. Just looking into my eyes is making you uneasy
and confused. So lost and uncertain. Unable to do anything but keep
looking helplessly into my eyes. Helplessly. Into my eyes."
Her voice was gaining confidence and momentum but never losing
it's honeyed, breathy quality. Never losing it's light teenage
cadence, yet all the more seductive for all that.
"I think... I think you need to sit down Amanda."
"No you don't" she said gently but firmly. "You don't think
anything anymore except what I tell you to think."
"Young lady..." he said making a last grasp for authority. How
dare she speak to him like this. Just because she had those beautiful
crystal blue eyes she thought, she thought..."
"I think you need to rest Alex. You look very very tired. I can
see it in your eyes. I see in your eyes as you stare helplessly into
my beautiful eyes that you're getting very tired. And my eyes are so
beautiful aren't they? So very beautiful. You want to keep looking
into my eyes. For ever and ever. Losing yourself in my eyes. It's
so very wonderful. Letting all your confusion melt away, all your
thoughts. Letting my eyes become your world. Letting my words become
your thoughts. Let go."
Alex had stopped trying to get a word in. He just stood there
with his mouth hanging slightly agape, soaking in her words. Wide
eyed he stared into the placid depths of blueness yawing before him.
Every phrase brought him deeper under her charm.
Amanda felt herself moisten as thrills ran up her spine. It was
working, he was falling under her spell. He had stopped talking and
was barely blinking. Just staring, staring into her commanding gaze.
"You're so tired Alex. Soo very tired. You want to let go.
Let yourself fall into a wonderful relaxing sleep. Sleeep. You're so
tired. Let yourself go. Your eyes are so heavy. You want to fall
into a deeeep relaxing sleep."
Alex blinked, once twice. Very slowly. So hard to stay awake.
A thought nagged at him. For some reason he remembered hell week when
it had been very important to stay awake but he had been so tired.
Must stay awake he thought.
"Sleep now Alex" Amanda said in her most commanding voice. She
had noticed his blinking speed up as he struggled against her
control.
"Alex, sleep."
His eyes slammed shut.
"You are under my complete control now Alex. Softly I want you
to answer my questions. Alex are you under my control?"
"Yes." He said.
"Yes what?"
"I am under your control."
"Oh very good Alex. Now since you are under my control you must
obey my commands. My words become your thoughts Alex. You want to
please. It feels so good to please me. You need to make me happy.
Making me happy is the most important thing in the world. What do you
want to do Alex?"
"I want to please you."
"Good Alex. And it pleases me when you obey my commands. It
makes me very happy when you obey my every whim. My first command is
that you will never expect me to do homework again. Do you understand
Alex?"
"Yes."
"Alex, in the future I expect you to answer me with Yes Mistress
or No Mistress or I will obey Mistress. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Oh very good. You take to discipline readily. I see that
military training is good for something. You think I'm beautiful
don't you Alex?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. I expect you to masterbate to me every night. Will you
do that for me Alex?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. Do you have a girlfriend Alex?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I want you to break up with her. I don't want any conflicting
loyalties to confuse you. Can you do that for me Alex?"
"Yes mistress."
"That doesn't sound right. Can you do that for me Alex?"
"Yes Mistress."
"That sounds much better. Now I want you to pick a paper off
the desk and drop it. Then I want you to kneel and pick it up. As
you kneel I want you to pause in front of my pussy and inhale. That
smell will become the most wonderful smell in the world to you. You
will adore the smell of my pussy. Can you do that for me
Alex?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Then do so."
He opened his eyes and picked up a piece of paper. He dropped
it and kneeled in front of her. He stopped and breathed in the air in
front of her jeans. The smell swirled and danced in his nostrils.
The heady smell overwhelmed his senses. His brain buzzed with the
sweet smell of Her. His Mistress's pussy. He stood up and stared
helplessly into her eyes, lost in her overpowering musk.
"Very good Alex. From now on I will call you slave. Being
called slave by me will make you very aroused Close your eyes
slave."
His eyes fluttered close.
"Yes Mistress."
"Did I ask you a question slave?"
"No Mistress."
"Than why did you answer?"
"No excuse Mistress."
"Very good slave. That's the exact answer. No excuse. You have
no excuses slave. You will only obey me explicitly."
Amanda felt herself dampen and flushed visibly. She was getting
very turned on.
"I'm going to let you awaken very shortly Alex. You will feel
wonderfully refreshed and relaxed when you wake up. You will not
remember any of this but you will continue to obey my commands. And
you will return to this trance anytime I say the word 'laudanum.' Now
when you wake up all you will remember is that you suddenly realized
what a beautiful and delicate creature I am, and how unworthy it is
for you to want me to work. Not when I provide you such a rich and
detailed fantasy life. The only sexual fufillment you can have is
masturbating to me. That is why you are going to break up with your
girlfriend. Because you are tired of pretending she's me. Better to
just touch yourself and think of me without her nagging you to please
her. Is that understood slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, then wake up." And she snapped her fingers.
Alex blinked twice, slowly. What had happened? He'd been
lecturing Amanda and then.... What was he doing?
How could he lecture such a delicate creature? Especially when
he had those dirty fantasies about her. What a terrible teacher, what
a horrible human being he was.
"I'm sorry Amanda."
"Why is that Mr. Echs?"
"I didn't realize how stressful this class is for you. I don't
want you to worry anymore. I know this class has been affecting your
delicate health."
"Oh Mr. Echs you're so considerate." She said laying her hand
lightly on his arm. She watched him blush and stammer with inner
glee. "Mr Echs I'm not some 19th century heroine addicted to laudanum
or something."
His eyes slammed shut.
"Are you relaxed slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. Do you know my address slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Be there at 7 o'clock tonight with a dozen roses. My parents
will be out and I want to use you tonight. And you had better have
broken up with your girlfriend by then. Do you understand
slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Then wake up."
Alex's opened his eyes. He blinked them three or four times
trying to get his bearings. He felt confused. Scattered.
"Mr. Echs?"
"Yes Amanda. I think you need to get more rest, you spaced out
for a second."
"Sorry Amanda, lost myself in thought for a moment. Anyway I
was just saying that you don't have to worry about this class
anymore."
"Thank you Mr. Echs, that's very sweet of you. Oh look, the
period's almost over. I'm going to leave early, is that ok?"
"Normally no, but for you I'll make an exception."
"Thank you Mr. Echs, oh is it okay if Jill and Kim come with
me?"
Amanda watched him struggle as habits of thought collided with
her new instructions. As she expected, her control won.
"Yes Mistress." He said.
"What was that Mr. Echs?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I mean yes
Amanda. Go ahead and take them with you."
Amanda waited till she was in the hallway to let her widest
smile shine through. She couldn't wait till seven o'clock. She
wondered if she would let Kim and Jill come over and watch.
