Permission Slips
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Abby had a big smile plastered across her face as she spotted the white car in the parking lot. She waved and jogged quickly to the car. “Hey Mom!” She greeted her mother brightly and gave her a kiss as she slipped into the car; her pink and purple backpack landing on the floor between her legs.
Miriam Hopewell was pleased to see her daughter in such a good mood, especially considering she had practically had to drag the girl out of the front door this morning. “So,” Miriam asked her daughter as she pulled out of the parking lot, “How was your first day of fifth grade?”
“It was totally great! It turns out Ms. Adder left over the summer so we have a new teacher, Ms. September. Oh Mom, she’s so cool and pretty and nice; I just know this is going to be the best year ever!” Abby was practically bouncing in her seat she was so excited.
Her mother just smiled, “I told you it wouldn’t be so bad; I didn’t know Ms. Adder was leaving though.” Miriam frowned she wasn’t active in the PTA but staff changes were usually sent out; still she wasn’t too sad about the fact. It wasn’t that Ms. Adder had been a bad teacher, far from it; she was simply a strong believer in the older methods of teaching. Half the reason Abby had been so upset about starting school this year was the things she had heard about her new teacher; mountains of homework, no fun class activities, being ‘mean’, and other rumors that were more or less accurate.
Abby continued to chatter about Ms. September during the entire ride home, Miriam could only half listen but what she heard made her smile. Abby talked about a getting-to-know-you game that the teacher participated in as well, free reading, brain teaser games, and more. It sounded like Ms. September was a younger teacher and versed in newer, more engaging teaching methods. It was good to know that Abby’s year would be a fun one.
Abby only stopped when they finally got through the front door. She might be enamored with her new teacher, but she was still a ten year old with no homework. That meant she was more or less free to play until she had to help with setting the table at five-thirty. As Abby was putting down her backpack she paused as if remembering something. Reaching into her bag she pulled out two letters, “Here, Ms. September sent these home for you and dad.” After passing the envelopes to her mother she was off running to the backyard to enjoy her jungle gym in the late summer’s warmth.
Miriam looked at the envelopes; they weren’t thick and each was hand labeled; Mrs. Miriam Hopewell and Mr. Anthony Hopewell. Getting two letters on the first day of school seemed slightly strange but she just shrugged. Tossing the one for her husband down on the counter where he would see it, she sat at the breakfast bar and opened her own.
Dear Mrs. Hopewell,
This letter is both a way for me to introduce myself as well as a sort of permission slip. I know that those kinds of things are usually reserved for school trips but I am a strong believer in parents being involved in their child's education. I have found it to be helpful to communicate often and ensure everything that I am planning this year is supported by my student’s parents. I’m sure you agree this is a good thing.
As I said I wish to introduce myself. My name is September Thomas, but those I teach call me Ms. September. I’m sure you will do me the same curtsy. I will be your daughter’s fifth grade teacher and guide for the next nine months. I can assure you that though my teaching methods may seem unusual to some people, Abby will learn more from me this year then you can imagine. I know you value your child’s education; this is why it’s vital for us to communicate often and for you to support me throughout the year.
That leads nicely into the permission slip part of this letter. Please read the following very carefully, as many times as you need to, until you understand and agree with it. Then please sign where indicated and return this letter to the envelope and give it to Abby to return to me.
“I agree that it is important to support my child’s education. I will support her education by supporting her excellent teacher, Ms. September. I will remain open minded, I know everything Ms. September does to teach my child is right and good. I will carefully read all future letters from Ms. September. By signing below I am confirming that I fully support and accept everything written here.”
_______________________________
Sincerely,
September Thomas
Miriam read the letter in silence. It was printed in heavy dark ink and had obviously been personalized, she appreciated that touch. As she read it over, Miriam found the language slightly strange. Oddly, though the letter was short, she seemed to be having some trouble focusing on the words, and read each paragraph slowly several times. This was especially true of the last set of statements which she read very carefully over and over, considering each word.
It all made a lot of sense; she could see why it would be important to support Abby’s education and by extension Ms. September. Remaining open minded to new things was always vital and Ms. September was clearly an excellent teacher so everything she did would be good for Abby. Getting up to find a pen Miriam noticed two things. The first was that somehow she had lost track of time. She had been sure they had gotten in around 3:15 but it was already almost four. The second was that her fingers were stained with something. The tips of her thumbs were black along with a few streaks across her palms. Now they she noticed it, she was aware of a slight tingle in her hands.
She put those out of her mind; she had to sign the letter to show she agreed with what it had said. She did so and felt good as soon as her name was down on the paper. Folding the letter back up Miriam slipped it into the envelope and sealed it again with a piece of tape. She crossed her name out and wrote Ms. September on the outside before putting it by the door so she would be sure to give it to Abby. That done she washed her hands and began to prepare dinner, though given the time she was starting it would probably be late.
The first two weeks of school flew by, Abby becoming more and more excited about school and her teacher every passing day. She never seemed to have any homework though; just running off to play after school. Miriam was slightly concerned, but after speaking with Anthony about it they both decided that it was just a sign of how good Ms. September was as a teacher and since they both wanted to support Abby’s education and Ms. September they decided it was better not to say anything.
Still, it was somehow relieving to see Abby’s backpack bulging as she got in the car that Friday. Better still Abby didn’t seem irritated by the weight of what seemed to be text books and papers. As they got in the house Abby didn’t drop the bag in the hall or by the dining room table though, she brought it right up to her room. Miriam had something to say about that. Abby didn’t have a desk in her room, plus last year she had needed her mother or father looking over her shoulder at the dining room table for her to stay focused on her schoolwork.
Worse, Abby knew the rule about weekend homework; she was supposed to get it done on Friday night so that the family could enjoy the weekend together. Miriam was preparing a bit of a lecture for her daughter; except when Abby came down the stairs a few minutes later she was holding a pair of letters in her hand. Miriam knew that she had to carefully read all of Ms. September’s future letters; to be on the safe side she should probably read the letter before saying anything to Abby. She would hate to accidentally go against what Ms. September thought was best for her daughter’s education.
Taking the letters from her daughter she barely had the forethought to place her husband’s on the counter before opening her own. She was feeling almost giddy as she began to read.
Dear Miriam,
I hope your family has enjoyed the first two weeks of school. I am writing, as I said I would, to keep you informed and get your permission for the next phase of Abby’s education. I’m sure you noticed that lack of homework these first weeks. This is because Abby needed the proper groundwork before she was ready to review my material without supervision. I’m sure you understand.
Abby has shown herself to be a quick learner, which I’m sure makes you proud. Now that all of the class is prepared, she will have plenty of take home material to review. As I said in my first letter I utilize a somewhat unique teaching method and this brings us to my second permission slip. As before, read the following statements carefully and then sign it and return it to your daughter. She knows not to begin my assignments until she receives the letters back from you and your husband so, as you value her education, be prompt.
“I agree that my daughter must complete all of her assignments for Ms. September. I understand that due to the focus required, my daughter will be working on her assignments in private, this is makes perfect sense. I will respect my daughter’s privacy when she is working on her assignments and will not interrupt her for any reason. I support Ms. September. It feels good to support my daughter’s education and her teacher. I am aware Ms. September’s teaching methods are unique and I support them without doubt or question. Because I do not doubt or question Ms. September or her teachings, nothing I hear from my daughter’s room when she is studying will be unusual or worth noting.
It is vital that I carefully read and sign all future letters from Ms. September. By signing below I am confirming that I fully support and believe everything written here.”
_______________________________
Sincerely,
Ms. September
As Miriam read, she carefully absorbed each of the paragraphs. When she reached the permission slip she found herself speaking it quietly as she read. She took her time and read the letter over and over again until she fully understood what was being asked of her. Once she had internalized the words they all made sense, like she was remembering something she already knew. She had no issues signing to indicate her full support.
Miriam prepared to seal the letter before returning it to Abby when she noticed that once again her hands were stained dark and feeling tingly. It didn’t bother her; nothing seemed to at that moment, but out of curiosity she ran a clean finger along the paper. The ink wasn’t wet, but as she ran her finger against the paper it seemed to react to something and turn dark. Her thoughts seemed floaty, but she wondered if she was allergic to the paper the Ms. September used. Shrugging off the thought she simply sealed it as instructed and washed her hands. It couldn’t be anything serious if it just washed away.
That night Anthony got home around six. Miriam had been forced to rush that afternoon to finish dinner, she had lost track of time again. As usual he announced he was ravenous but upon spotting his letter from Ms. September he stopped. Miriam understood, it was vital to read Ms. September’s letters; even more so today because Abby couldn’t start her homework until her husband had agreed to the same things as she had.
It took Anthony about twenty minutes of careful reading before he put his John Hancock on the paper. Dinner was cold by the time he finished washing up but neither Miriam nor Abby complained. They just waited patiently knowing it was important. Miriam offered to heat their plates, but Abby happily ate her dinner cold before running upstairs with her father’s permission slip in her hot little hands. She was obviously excited to start her assignments. Miriam and Anthony spoke over dinner; they both had nothing but good things to say about Ms. September; how could they complain about the level of commitment Abby was showing her education?
Abby spent most of that weekend in her room working on assignments. If it had been any other teacher Miriam would have been concerned about the amount of work or at the loss of their family time, but it was obviously fine if it was coming from Ms. September. It was actually nice to have a weekend to share with Anthony, watching shows they loved on the big screen in the living room instead of the small TV in their room. They both just felt so good that they were doing their part supporting Abby and Ms. September.
Sunday afternoon Miriam was walking past her daughter’s door when she heard sounds coming from inside. This hadn’t been the first time she or Anthony had heard her daughter making noises as she worked. Still, she knew Abby’s privacy was vital to her studies. As she scurried past to give Abby the space she needed Miriam caught panting sounds and moans followed by a throaty scream and some mumbled words, “Oooohh Yes… Ms. September... teach me… god yes… teach me more… you’re so wonderful…it feel so gooood to learn…mmmmm”
Miriam just smiled as she walked down the stairs, she couldn’t remember Abby ever being so passionate about learning and that was a wonderful thing. She considered telling Anthony about it but realized it wasn’t really worth noting. They both knew she was working on her assignments, so she put the thought out of her mind; after all it wasn’t anything special.
That night at dinner Abby looked tired but satisfied, she happily reported finishing all of her homework and actually looking forwards to see what Ms. September would teach them next. Miriam and Anthony were happy to hear it. Abby had never had bad grades, but Ms. September was something special if she could make Abby gladly give up and weekend to studying and then look forward to more.
The following weeks followed more or less the same pattern. Abby would come home with a backpack full of stuff to work on and do her private work until dinner and then late into the evening. She still talked about everything she was learning though the exact details became somewhat vague. Since the lessons were meant to be private though, neither of her parents pressed for details.
Many evenings, Abby was still working on something when Miriam and Anthony went to bed. Their room was right next to their daughter’s so they couldn’t help but listen as she did her work. They both felt bad unintentionally breaking some of her privacy but it was all very unremarkable. They would hear Abby moaning and screaming out with the love of learning; leafing through papers, muttering about how she adored and worshiped her teacher. When Abby was quiet they could still hear soft slick sounds and little moans through the paper thin walls.
It near the end of the first week of Abby’s homework when Anthony started to make sexual advances towards his wife. Though there was no reason for it, Miriam had found herself becoming aroused much more often lately; especially when she was trying to sleep and Abby was working. It seemed that she was not alone in this new passion, Anthony found her wet and responsive to his hands, tongue, and rock hard cock. Soon their hibernating sex life had found a new spark. While their daughter studied they would turn in early and with the sounds of her studding in the background, they began to rediscover each other. If Miriam was being honest it was more like they fucked like bunnies, possessed by a passion they hadn’t felt since before they were married.
This routine continued into October, with the Hopewell home running both more smoothly and happily then it had in some time. Then one night in mid October things changed. Abby had gone up to her room to study. Miriam had decided she must have been working on some sort of science project because the sounds coming from her room had begun to include a buzzing hum, as if from an electric drill or something. Miriam was curious but knew the importance of her daughter’s privacy.
That day, though, Abby came hesitantly down stairs well before dinner time. She looked off; her clothing was wrinkled and disheveled and her face was twisted into a combination of fear, confusion, and embarrassment. Miriam immediately went to her daughter, “What is it sweetie? What happened?” Abby moved her lips and tried to speak but it was as if she couldn’t get the words out; Miriam was growing nervous at the sight of her daughter so distressed. “Abby, Honey… You KNOW you can tell me anything please just let me know what’s wrong I promise I’ll make it better.”
Abby still looked like she was struggling, struggling to speak, maybe to run, but instead her hand came up stiffly holding an envelope. Abby looked at the white rectangle in her hand as if she was holding a live snake but all she said was, “Ms. September… for you… help” the words sounded forced. Miriam snatched up the envelope, it was vital that she read all of Ms. September’s letters. Her concern for her daughter didn’t lessen but the letter was somehow more important in that moment. Instead of her name it just said ‘EMERGENCY’ on it.
Sliding the letter open she saw it contained two things, a note and a white index card. Miriam couldn’t see it but when she touched the letter her pupils dilated. Her breathing slowed and a smile spread across her face as she read the letter calmly. It was important.
To Whom It May Concern,
If you are reading this letter, then your child has hit a snag in his/her personal lessons; as her parent it is vital that you help him/her get through this and continue his/her education uninterrupted. If you are alone with your child continue reading if not call anyone else around over and have them read the letter with you. Inside this letter there is a white card, give it to your child now. If he/she refuses tell her it is what Ms. September wants.
Once your child is holding the card he/she should become calm and receptive. That is a good thing; you are a good parent for helping your child through this difficult time. Nothing about this is out of the ordinary; you are just good parent doing what is right to help your child. You will feel pride in doing this; helping your child through a tough spot in her education makes you happy. Helping Ms. September makes you happy.
Please read the following out loud to your child. Do so several times until he/she agrees with everything.
“Everything is wonderful; you feel happy and relaxed. You trust me. I would never lead you wrong. I trust Ms. September, so you can too. You will remember all of Ms. September’s lessons and they will make you even happier and even more relaxed. It feels good to remember your lessons. It feels wonderful to learn from Ms. September. Nothing is wrong, everything is perfect. Don’t you agree completely?”
Once your child agrees completely you will feel overwhelming joy because you are such a wonderful parent. You will call 555-687-1101 and follow all instructions. If any other members of the household arrive you will give them this letter.
Ms. September
Miriam felt instantly better once she had Ms. September’s letter in her hand. It was as if all her worries drifted away, but she knew she needed to read the letter. It was vital. The words flowed into her mind through her too wide eyes, yes Abby had hit a snag and needed her help. Abby had practically asked for it already and now, thanks to Ms. September she knew exactly what to do. Pulling out the index card she felt her hands tingle at the touch but ignored it and offered it to her daughter.
Abby backed away, struggling to take each step away from her mother. When her back hit the wall she began to stutter out words, “Mommy… no… don’t… hard to think… but it’s bad… She’s BAD!” It might have registered as strange the way Abby reacted to the card, but Miriam knew she had to give it to her now. What Abby was saying didn’t make any sense anyway. So Miriam just smiled at her daughter.
“Abby take this, it’s what Ms. September wants.” Abby froze, her eyes glazing over slightly. Her voice was monotone as she replied.
“i.want.what.mistress.september.wants.” Abby reached out robotically and took the card. Almost immediately the glazed look in her eyes was gone. Instead her eyes grew wide and her pupils dilated until all Miriam could see was the black. Abby’s whole body, which had been ridged and tense since she came down the stairs relaxed, causing the girl to slide down the wall and plop on the floor, her knees to her chest. Had her mother been looking she would have seen that Abby’s skirt had ridden up and her daughter’s bare cunny was on display and growing damp. Instead her mother saw the wide empty smile on her daughter’s face, the one the mirrored her own.
Continuing with the letter Miriam was filled with a rush of pride and happiness. She was such a good parent; and knowing she was actively helping Ms. September made her feel giddy. Suppressing the urge to giggle she began to read the words from the letter. Each sentence made her feel even better because she was helping her daughter learn AND helping Ms. September. Abby didn’t react the first few times she heard the words, but by the fifth time Abby was nodding and began confirming the sentences after her mother spoke them.
“Everything is wonderful; I feel happy and relaxed.”
“I trust you. You would never lead me wrong.”
“You trust Ms. September, so I can too.”
“I remember all of Ms. September’s lessons.
“They make me even happier and even more relaxed.”
“It feels good to remember my lessons.”
“It feels wonderful to learn from Ms. September.”
“Nothing is wrong, everything is perfect.”
“I agree completely.”
When Miriam heard her daughter say that she agreed she almost collapsed with joy; she felt elation pour through her body and could imagine feeling any better than she did at that moment. Leaving Abby nodding at nothing on the floor she tottered on unsteady legs to the counter and picked up her cell phone. She punched in the number from the letter and then stood feeling the joy flow through her as the phone rang.
Miriam stood clutching the letter in one hand and the phone to her ear waiting; her mind empty of everything but bliss. After some time a voice spoke on the other end, it was a very feminine voice but it spoke in tones of command. “State the name of the child who gave you this letter, followed by your own name and your relationship to the child. Also report if there is anyone else around.”
Miriam had been waiting for instructions and responded immediately, “Abby Hopewell; I am Miram Hopewell, her mother. We are alone.” She said nothing else, she was following instructions. She could hear the sound of typing in the background as the woman on the other end of the line grunted in affirmation.
When the woman spoke again, her voice a soft grumbling, obviously to speaking herself, “I shouldn’t be surprised, I just can’t figure out why those who are so susceptible to programming at first almost always have some form of rejection. Ah well that’s what a failsafe is for.” After another long pause with more typing the woman spoke again her voice was still one the brooked no argument but it was somehow kinder and more soothing, less business. “Miriam, this is Ms. September. I want to thank you for helping Abby with her lessons. Nothing is worse than when parents and teachers fail to support one another. Don’t worry though, I KNOW you will always support me in all things from here on out, it’s that right.”
Miriam was feeling giddy again; she was speaking to Ms. September and being praised. Her head bobbed in an involuntary nod. “Of course Ms. September, I support you, I will support you in all things.” She was being a good parent after all, it made perfect sense.
“Excellent, excellent; now please hand the phone to Abby. Don’t worry about anything you hear her say. It’s all part of her lessons and since her lessons are private I know you will do me the courtesy of putting anything you hear her say or see her do out of your mind. It’s important for her progress that you do this for her and for me.”
The words practically fought each other to get out of Miriam’s mouth, “Oh of course Ms. September. I understand and support you completely!” Miriam walked across the room and handed the phone to her daughter. Abby’s movements were slow but she lifted her hand that wasn’t holding the card in a vice grip and put the phone to her ear
Abby sat on the floor nodding and responding to the unheard half of the conversation. “Yes Ms. September… I understand Ms. September… I trust you Ms. September……. I was practicing with the anal vibrator you gave out on Monday, suddenly everything felt wrong and I got scared of the lessons, of you, but I wasn’t sure why. I was going to run away and tell Mommy but then I knew I had to get the special letter you gave us the first day. That scared me too… Yes I understand how foolish I was being… Yes, you know what’s best for me… Of course… Yes, I obey… Yes, I love my training… Yes, everything you tell me to do feels wonderful… Yes. Ms. September…”
Abby dropped the card and reached down between her legs, her hand was stained black but she didn’t notice or care as she slipped three fingers inside her hairless cunny and began to pump them in and out. “Yes… it feels good… Yes… I am nice and wet for you…” The girl’s young juices flowed liberally and she began to make soft panting noises. She nodded and slipped her dripping fingers out of her cunny, moaning softly at the abrupt emptiness before moving her hand down and slipping first one then two lubed fingers into her puckered ass. That led to an involuntary groan. “I understand, it feels wonderful because you say so… Yes…” Abby continued to pump two fingers in and out of her now relaxed asshole moaning in pleasure until she let out a high pitched squeak and a shudder passed through her body.
Abby’s voice was slightly ragged and still dazed though now it was from pleasure. “It felt wonderful… I understand… Yes I love anal orgasms… Thank You Ms. September for teaching me about my body… Yes, I will return to my training… I will become worthy of you…” Abby stood, her legs shaky at first but growing less so. Her skirt once again hid her panty-less nether regions. Reaching out she smiled, looking less dazed and more her usual happy self by the moment, and handed her mother back her cell phone before going back upstairs to her room.
For her part Miriam had watched the whole thing, having no other instructions to follow. What she saw and heard flowed in through her eyes and ears and then just as quickly left her mind. The only mark left behind was her own damp underwear as her subconscious reacted to the vision of the wanton sexual act she had witnessed. Putting the phone back to her ear she waited for further instructions.
Ms. September’s voice sounded odd, like she had been running and was still out of breath, “Miriam; once again I have to thank you for all of your help. Oh, by the way do you recall the last thing Abby said to me?”
Miriam beamed from the praise until she heard the question. Scrunching up her face she thought a minute before she responded. “No… no I don’t I guess I wasn’t paying attention. I know it was part of her private lessons so I wanted her to have her privacy. “
Ms. September’s smile was practically audible through the phone, “That's alright, you did very well. I’m so glad to know everything is working out this year. Do me one last favor and destroy the ‘EMERGENCY’ envelope and everything that was inside. Also be a dear and don’t mention anything about today to your husband, it would be wrong to worry him over nothing. “Miriam nodded in agreement, it all made perfect sense. “Alright I have to go but I’ll see you and your husband at the beginning of November for the first semester’s parent teacher conference. Abby will have all the details in a letter soon. “
Miriam smiled, “Ok I’ll do everything you asked, and I can’t wait to see you.” The call was ended before she finished her sentence but that didn’t bother her as she cleaned up the remnants of the envelope, the letter, and the card. She washed her hands, barely noting the blackened skin or the tingling that was all over her body before settling down to start dinner. For the rest of the day she was practically glowing with the joy that came from being able to help Ms. September so much… and Abby too of course.
October continued to pass and Miriam was in an even better mood, if that were possible. Not only was her daughter committed to her studies and her sex life had never been better, she was now able to call up an echo of the joyous bliss she had experienced helping Ms. September help Abby. She wanted to share her joy with Anthony but the idea of going against Ms. September’s request was inconceivable.
The last week of October arrived and Miriam had grown so used to the family’s new routine that she was surprised when Abby didn’t run right up stairs to work. Instead, Abby asked if a friend, Sophia, from class could come over. Miriam had not really noticed before, but this was the first time this year that Abby was asking to spend time with friends. That was unusual for her socially active daughter. Miriam didn’t know Sophia, she wasn’t one of her daughter’s older friends, but she couldn’t see the harm. She knew Abby wouldn’t be asking if she had anything to do for Ms. September.
Miriam nodded her assent and asked if Sophia would be staying for dinner. In response Abby pulled a pair of letters from her bag. Miriam had been hotly anticipating this letter. She practically ripping the letter with her name on it from her daughter’s hand, tore it open, and began to read.
Miriam,
It was so good to talk to you. You are such a good and wonderful parent who will do anything to help your daughter. It is wonderful that you are this way and I cannot wait to see you in person on November 8, 2013. This is, as you may have guessed, the date for you and Anthony’s personal conference with Abby and myself. The conference will begin at 4pm and I have no doubts that you and your husband will make all necessary arrangements to arrive on time. It will please me greatly to see you and I’m sure it will bring you great pleasure to see me.
I’m suspect that after our conversation you can’t help but picture me praising you, and that is perfectly normal. Serving me feels good and joy comes in many forms.
Now we can chat more in person, down to business. As part of a new project Abby has been partnered with a fellow classmate, Sophia. The following is a permission slip so that I know you are aware of what I expect in this next phase of Abby’s lessons. As always read over everything carefully and accept it all as your new truth, my words are truth, it’s why I am such a good teacher. I’m sure you will understand and accept this fact too.
“I am a good parent. Ms. September is a perfect teacher. I support Ms. September completely in all things. I trust Ms. September completely. I do this to better the life of my daughter, my family, and myself. Ms. September can do no wrong. My trust and loyalty to Ms. September is total and unquestioned. Supporting Ms. September in all things brings my great joy.
I understand that Abby has been given a partner to work with on all future assignments. Sophia was assigned by Ms. September, so I know she is right and good choice. As part of their studies Abby and Sophia will be spending their nights together. This is perfectly normal. When Sophia is at my home she and Abby will be given the same complete privacy as when Abby is studding by herself. When Abby is at Sophia’s home I will never feel any concern or question the necessity of these all night studies. I love Ms. September for her commitment to Abby. I am aroused at the prospect of meeting Ms. September, this is not unusual. I accept and enjoy the feelings even as they grow stronger by the day.
I happily agree to everything Ms. September writes, says, or does. By signing below I am confirming that I believe everything written here with all my being and will obey.”
_______________________________
Ms. September
Miriam’s eyes were open wide and her breathing slowed as she touched the paper. The skin of her hands darkened and the tingle spread through her body relaxing her and exciting her at the same time. Some small corner of her mind rebelled against the words. They were too strong, too commanding, and placed her daughter’s teacher on a pedestal above anyone or anything else in Miriam’s life. She knew it was vital to read and agree with the letter, but why did she know that… it was hard to think… hard to do anything but read…
She shook her head trying to clear her mind. It was hard, so hard to focus on her thoughts. Her mind felt like it was falling asleep, so that she could better internalize the words on the paper. She didn’t know what to do…I should trust Ms. September... Everything felt wrong, why would she be aroused to meet her daughter’s teacher… I am sexually aroused because I have been told to be, Ms. September’s words are truth… She had to stop… she had to… I have to read carefully until I accept everything as truth…
Some part of her was still struggling vainly when she felt her daughter’s hand on her leg. Abby’s voice pierced the fog and the words and made everything clear, “Everything is wonderful; you feel happy and relaxed. You trust me. I would never lead you wrong. I trust Ms. September, so you can too. You will remember all of Ms. September’s letters and they will make you even happier and even more relaxed. It feels good to remember your letters. It feels wonderful to learn from Ms. September. Nothing is wrong, everything is perfect.”
Miriam found herself nodding. If Abby trusted Ms. September so should she. With her doubts soothed her face relaxed into a calm smile and she read and learned. Soon she was reaching for a pen. Her hands were stained entirely black but she paid it no mind. As soon as her signature was on the paper everything was better. She agreed with her whole being and would obey. That was so much better, so comforting to know everything was in the hands of someone she trusted so completely.
After giving the letter back to Abby and washing her hands Miriam smiled at her daughter, “I understand now, will you be spending the night here or at her house?” Abby replied that tonight it was her turn to take charge of Sophia and that she would be coming over as soon as her parents signed their permission slips. Miriam nodded, that was just as things should be.
Sophia arrived at their house accompanied by her mother around seven that night. Sophia was, in many ways, Abby’s opposite. Abby was tall for her age with pale skin, dirty blond hair, and gray-green eyes. Her features were adorable but she was very stereotypically Caucasian. Sophia by contrast was short appearing younger than then her nine or ten years. Her skin was a warm dark tan with straight black hair and black eyes. Her features were exotic and hard to place racially.
Miriam was glad it was later; it had allowed Anthony a chance to read over and sign his new permission slip. Miriam noticed that his appeared to be longer then hers, but the idea of questioning Ms. September’s actions never even entered her mind. He struggled with it for some reason but after a long time he signed and they shared an embrace.
As the girls smiled and greeted each other with an embrace, Miriam and Anthony invited Sophia’s mother inside. She introduced herself as Leah Vasquez and the three parents went to the living room as the two girls headed up to Abby’s room Sophia carrying a full backpack behind her. Miriam made coffee and the three parents began to chat. All were in agreement about how amazing Ms. September was as a teacher and what a profound influence she was having on their daughters. Since all of them respected their daughter’s privacy they had nothing specific to say about the work being done so the conversation drifted into general praise for Ms. September and their excitement about the upcoming meetings.
Above them sounds began to fill the house. First it was Abby’s voice raised in commanding tones, “Strip you little slut… that was pathetic.... how do you expect to please Mistress September if that’s the best you can do, get that tiny ass over here!” The ringing sound of sharp smacks and whimpers of mixed pain and pleasure followed for some time. Then it was Sophia’s voice groveling, “I’m sorry Lady Abby what can this lowly whorepig do to please you? Teach me, please! Teach me! I want only to learn to serve!” After a long pause a small vibrating sound began before it was covered by Abby’s voice, “You can bend over, but first close the door you stupid cunt.” Sophia’s reply was cut off by the sound of a door slamming. There were still noises but they were much more indistinct and muffled after that.
Miriam, Anthony, and Leah just kept chatting. They hadn’t even really stopped to listen, after all the girls’ lessons were private after all. What they had heard had passed through their minds like water through a sieve, registering as normal, unimportant, and worth forgetting. Still, each would find their thought unconsciously drifting towards the idea of kinky sex later that evening. Leah said she had to leave around eight. Apparently unlike Miriam she wasn’t a stay at home mom and had to be up early for work. Miriam volunteered to help out by playing the taxi driver for the two girls; she would drive them to school, pick them up, and on days when Sophia was in charge of their study sessions Abby she would pick them up from the Vasquez house in the mornings.
With that decided Leah called a good night up to her daughter before heading out. The high pitched shout that drifted down from upstairs may or may not have been a reply. With Mrs. Vasquez out of the house and the girls busy studying Miriam practically pounced on her husband. Not that Anthony seemed to mind, he was already a half mast before she even touched him. With a wicked grin on her face she unzipped his pants and gripped his throbbing manhood. Literally leading him by his dick he was soon on the sofa with his pants around his ankles. Anthony met Miriam’s gaze and could see a playful look in her eyes. Suddenly inspired, he grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced her down on his cock. Miriam just gurgled in delight as her husband face fucked her. The sensation was amazing; she had never known being dominated could be such a turn on.
They spent the rest of the night fucking wildly. When the action moved up to their bedroom it became even more intense and both were secretly bemoaning their deplorable lack of sex toys. Still that just forced them to be creative. They made do with household objects, that night at least. When they were finally spent, simply too tired to continue, they just lay their half listening to their daughter and her friend studying. Holding hands they drifted to sleep their minds a whirl of domination fantasies and a growing arousal directed towards Ms. September, a women they had never even seen.
November eighth approached rapidly, though for Miriam and Anthony it couldn’t seem to come quickly enough. At first, it seemed like Abby and Sophia were going to be taking turns spending one night at their house and one and hers. This didn’t last though, at the end of the week Abby reported that Ms. September said she was already good at being in charge of study sessions and that she needed more practice following directions.
This meant that Abby was essentially going to be moving in to Sophia’s house for at least a week. Miriam felt a brief flash of disappointment that was quickly eradicated by her knowledge that if Ms. September said it was needed then it was true. The upside of this was that it left Miriam and Anthony free to experiment with their newfound inspiration for sex games of dominance and submission. It turned out to be a wonderful way to deal with their ever growing arousal at the prospect of actually meeting Ms. September.
They were pleasantly surprised to discover there was an ‘adult bookstore’ less than five minutes away that had plenty of toys for them to experiment with. Soon they had an ample supply of clamps, cuffs, dildos, vibrators, plugs, strap-ons, whips, and rope to keep them very entertained; along with a small pile of pornography to give them ideas. Each night they would try something new. One night Miriam played dominatrix to her sissy-boy husband and watched in delight as she was able to make him cum by fucking him up the ass, before they switched roles and he took her anal cherry. Another night she was the helpless masochist and spent endless hours tied tightly and unable to move while Anthony teased her mercilessly, fucking her throat while only ever bringing her close to the brink of orgasm. When they were out of ideas the movies provided even more forms of creative debauchery to experiment with, though they both drew the line at bringing anyone else into their relationship.
It was in this way that they passed the time, seven days of mind-blowing, kinky, dirty, nasty, wonderful sex. It was all so new and exciting although nothing ever seemed to be quite enough to satisfy their all consuming arousal at the thought of their meeting with Ms. September.
Thankfully the day of the eighth finally dawned. Miriam was almost beside herself with excitement and was only able to focus by shoving her new favorite vibrator inside her and putting it on high. She wasn’t sure but she thought Anthony might have had the same idea because she could have sworn not all of the buzzing at the breakfast table was coming from her. As he left, he reminded her that he had requested the time off and would meet her at the school at 3:45. She had no doubts he would be prompt.
A quick ride over to Sophia’s house and soon she was driving her daughter and her friend to school. It wasn’t like she was questioning Ms. September, but she still cherished these few minutes she had with Abby each morning. Abby was bubbling with excitement herself; she knew what today meant even better than her parents did. She had already told her mother that she would be staying at school until after the meeting. This only made sense to Miriam; they lived far enough away that driving her home and back would be a waste of time. Arriving at school, she kissed her daughter goodbye and wished both her and Sophia a good day before driving home.
Time seemed to crawl around the house. She masturbated to her favorite of their new pornos for a while, enjoying the feel of clamps on her nipples and clit and a vibrating plug up her ass, but after half a dozen orgasms she was too physically tired to continue and a glance at the clock told her it was only 10:30. She did her chores, as much fun as their new sex life had become it did mean she was washing the bed sheets every day. She dusted and vacuumed, before hiding away the toys, videos, and lube. Abby hadn’t mentioned where she was staying tonight so it was better to be safe than have to explain bondage to a ten year old.
She made a complex lunch, just to kill time, and got enough of her stamina back for an after lunch masturbation session, this time sans toys. It wasn’t hard, just imagining stepping into Abby’s classroom and seeing Ms. September for the first time was enough to bring her to the edge. Eventually she stopped and cleaned herself up. Enjoying a long shower followed by an even longer time picking out her outfit for the meeting. Miriam felt like a girl going on her first date and everything she owned seemed wrong. She eventually decided on a simple black dress with a dark green sash to match her eyes. Examining herself in the mirror she decided she looked damn good for a 41 year old and that she could totally pull off the dress’s lower neckline with just a demi bra.
The clock showed 3:05 and she knew it was a bit too early to leave but couldn’t help herself. She considered slipping the vibrator inside her again, but decided against it. She had almost forgotten to turn it off before the girls got in the car and if she did something like that around Ms. September she would be mortified beyond words. The after-school traffic was like some sort of torture, but eventually she made it to Abby’s school. The clock on the dash said it was only 3:35, but she could see Anthony sitting in his car as she pulled into the lot. She gave a wave to her husband and pulled her car up next to his. Oddly there were only three cars in the lot including theirs.
Miriam knew for a fact that teachers didn’t leave school at three when the kids did, but it seemed like they had all decided to do so today. It might have bothered her if she could have thought about anything rationally. She didn’t even get out of the car to sit with her husband. Instead they both sat in their respective cars watching the clocks on their phone click away. Finally in almost perfect unison Miriam and Anthony stepped out of their cars, the phones telling them it was 3:55pm.
They joined hands and walked into the school building. She noticed that Anthony had an erection hard enough to tent his work pants and was going to say something, until she realized her panties were so wet she was practically leaving a trail behind her. There was a brief moment of panic until she remembered she was aroused because Ms. September had told her to be and so that made it right and proper. In fact, she reasoned, coming to her any other way would be some sort of insult.
They had been in the school several times before, for teachers meetings and science fairs so they knew the basic layout. Miriam smiled as she saw the first arrow, the words, ‘Ms. September’s fifth grade class’ were written inside it in her daughter’s overly neat handwriting. With the arrows to guide them they soon found their way to a hallway on the second floor of the building. All of the doors were dark except for one. With sweating palms and a dripping cunt she checked the time and together Miriam and Anthony waited for the clock to hit 4:00 pm exactly before knocking on the door.
A voice Miriam recognized from the phone rang out clear as a bell through the door, “Come in, Come in, you’re right on time.” Needing no further invitation Anthony pushed the door open. They stepped inside and found themselves in a very ordinary looking classroom. Generic motivational slogans covered the empty spaces on the walls which were separated into different areas, one was devoted to the presidents another to the solar system, another held a bookshelf filled with what looked like magazines. The desks that typically filled the room had been pushed against the walls and there were two adult sized chairs sitting in the middle of the room facing a large desk. Behind the desk was the first thing that appeared out of place. Instead of a desk chair there was a plush leather seat, obviously made for comfort.
Neither Miriam nor Anthony thought much about it, however, because seated in that chair was the woman who must be Ms. September. Objectively she wasn’t much to look at. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was just sort of mousy. Her hair was clean and shoulder length, but a dirty brown that would obviously take a lot of upkeep to impress. She wore glasses, though they were stylish that couldn’t hide their thickness. Her face was cute but nothing uncommon and what they could see of her body, covered by tight shirt and a sweater and half hidden by the desk, was nothing that amazing either. Of course that was merely an objective view, to the Miriam and Anthony, whose arousal had reached its zenith; she was the most attractive woman in the world.
For a long moment Miriam really thought she was going to cum just from the sight of this wonderful woman but a sly and not particularly kind smile crossed Ms. September’s face as she spoke, “Now now, there will be time for dealing with your over-boiling arousal soon; but for now I want you both to take a seat. You will watch, listen, and learn; nothing more.” Just like that they spell that held them paralyzed was broken. Miriam happily agreed to do anything Ms. September said, doing anything else was impossible because she was always right and good.
As quickly as they could without running Miriam and Anthony found their seats and stared with rapt attention at the woman who held their total trust and unquestioning loyalty. Ms. September’s smile brightened and that was like rays of warm light pouring over the pair. “You are both such good parents. Abby has delivered me all of your signed permission slips so I know we’re all on the same page.” As she spoke Ms September stood revealing that, in contrast to her sober top, she was wearing nothing below the waist save for high heels, black stockings, and a garter belt and a pair of crotch-less black panties.
Both parents failed to even blink in surprise at the sight, not only had they been told not to do anything but they both knew the Ms. September could do no wrong. Ms. September continued to speak as she peeled off her tops revealing a matching black bra that did nothing to contain her just over B-cup breasts. “Ah that’s much better. Now as I was saying, I know that you both understand our relationship; I am a perfect goddess who you serve and obey unquestioningly and you are simply toys for me to use as I wish. This is as it should be and you’re grateful for it. Of course, if you could think clearly I’m sure you would have realized that I have very little interest in the pair of you. Mostly I just want you out of my way so that I can have what I really want.”
As if on cue Abby entered the room from a door behind the desk. She was totally naked except for a black collar. Abby’s had a calm smile on her face and waved at her parents before turning to her teacher, upon seeing her Abby’s smile burst wide and her face was painted with total worship and adoration. Ms. September had only to crook her finger and soon their little girl was on her knees pressing her face into Ms. September’s crotch, the air filling with the sounds of moist slurping and licking. “Ahhh very good Abby… you’ve learned… Mmmmm… so well, but slowly girl, pleasure me don’t bring me over the edge.”
Ms. September found a place to perch on her desk allowing her to spread her legs wider and give Abby better access. For her part Miriam was feeling a strong cognitive dissonance. Ms. September had done this horrible thing to Abby. Ms. September could do no wrong. She always supported Ms September, it gave her joy. So she should support Abby and rejoice, but she shouldn’t because this was bad, only Ms. September was truth and right so couldn’t be bad... the thoughts spun in her head, not forming into true resistance only a form of confusion. It must have shown on her face.
Ms. September made a tutting sound, “Oh I can see questions in your eyes, but I already told you to obey unquestioningly so let me make this simple and clear. You both happily agree to everything I write, say, or do, for I am truth and can do no wrong. I have am using a much more subtle application of the same drugs I used on you to transform your daughter into my perfect slave, pet, and toy. This means you happily support me turning Abby into my slave, pet, and toy to use as I wish. You will continue support me in this, with full awareness my actions. This is right and good and your new knowledge brings you only joy for her and sexual pleasure for yourselves.”
The spinning in Miriam’s mind settled, and she took a deep and silent breath. It was so much better to know how to feel about all of this, so she beamed at her daughter lapping her teacher’s cunt with happiness; all the while feeling her own arousal at knowing Abby is being used and changed as Ms. September wished. Ms. September laughed at the reactions on Miriam and Anthony’s face, she clearly enjoyed the sight almost as much as Abby’s ministrations, “That’s right, you’re both such good parents.” Miriam knew it was true.
Ms. September placed a hand on Abby’s head and the girl stopped, “Heel,” at the word from her teacher Abby fell to her knees at her teacher’s side. Her face wet with juices, her own cunny glistening, and a peaceful smile on her face. “Now; I don’t call my parents in here just to gloat or to drive home the new status quo, the ‘permission slips’ could accomplish that, though I won’t lie; it’s quite enjoyable. I suppose if I didn’t like Abby so much I might mess around with your family more but I don’t think I want to waste her talents on the likes of you two.” Reaching behind her she pulled a yellow legal pad and a pencil off of the table and rested her hands across her lap her focus entirely on the two adults in front of her.
“Now to business, tell me about any significant changes to your life since you signed my first permission slip, excluding things directly related to Abby’s change in behavior. Miriam you start.” Ms. September pointed her pencil at Miriam.
Miriam began to speak; she spoke about the increase in her libido and the improvement of her sex life starting around the time of Abby’s private homework. She also mentioned the more recent interest that she and Anthony had developed in BDSM. She went into great detail and answered small questions about when certain behaviors started. When she was done Ms. September nodded and pointed at her again. “Interesting, you may cum.” The words caused a dam to burst inside of Miriam and she saw white and stars. It was the most intense orgasm she could remember; in a very real way it had been building for over two weeks, since she read the words in the most recent permission slip.
When she came back to herself Anthony was already well into describing their kinky exploits Miriam was interested to note that while he essentially had been experiencing the same things she had he thought about them very differently. For her it was a discovery of a new kink, he spoke more like he had always been into BDSM but never considered pursing it with wife. He also spoke about things Miriam had no idea of, such as how his heightened sex drive had affected his work. Finally when he was done Anthony was given the permission to cum and she saw his face twist into pleasure and then go slack as a huge stain grew on his pants.
Ms. September was muttering to herself as she wrote notes on her pad. “Hmmm, drug levels in system combined with stimuli bypassing consciousness may result in dramatic behavior changes that are rationalized by the subject without specific commands… Interesting, it might be something with this new formulation… I was right to start with these two…” She continued to right for several minutes, Miriam continued to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm and presumed Anthony was doing the same. Abby, for her part, knelt dutifully at her teacher’s heels waiting calmly for further instructions. The only sign of the young girl’s emotions was a small smile on her face and small but growing pool of juices between her thighs.
Eventually Ms. September put her notepad down and acknowledged the others in the room. “You’ve all been very good so I suppose I’ll reward you rather than continue such an uncontrolled experiment. I do have thirty two other families for that. Now let’s see, Miriam, Anthony; now that you know about Abby’s lessons they will no longer be private she will continue her personal training and programming exercises around the home. You will both find watching her better herself for me to be deeply arousing. You will also fuck in front of Abby as much as possible, the more she learns about creative sex the better she will be able to serve me. Of course, you will place her training needs over any of your own, because they will come from me. Understood?”
Miriam and her husband both nodded. “Oh and as an added treat each of you will find that while you enjoy your new sexual kinks, the more you do the same thing the less exciting it becomes. This will drive you both to find new and increasingly kinky sexual practices. Finally, protecting me and my interest is paramount, so you will also be sure to keep your new in home arrangements secret to anyone other than fellow students or their parents. If you understand and agree say, ‘Yes Goddess, your words are truth, I will obey.’”
“Yes Goddess, your words are truth, I will obey.” Miriam and Anthony replied instantly and in perfect unison. The words melted into Miriam’s mind and became her thoughts it felt strange but amazing having commandments laid down by a Goddess. Knowing she would obey was like knowing her heart would continue to beat.
“Good; now I’m going to have Abby get me off a few times. Be good little fuckmonkeys and put on a kinky little show for me. Your bodies might not interest me but the power is such a rush.” Miriam and Anthony ran to obey, as they stripped off their clothing their eyes scanned around the classroom for things they could use to put on a good show. Abby, meanwhile, received a pat on the head and with no further instructions returned to her place between her teacher’s legs, fingers and tongue attending to Ms. September’s needs as she had been taught.
Seasons changed and life moved on, in what seemed no time at all the school year was coming to a close. Miriam sighed as she waited outside the school to pick up her daughter. It was the last day of school and while she wasn’t sad per say she was wistful. So much had changed in nine short months thanks to the wonderful Goddess who went by the name Ms. September.
Abby was a completely different person, carefully shaped into their goddess’s image of a perfect toy to serve her in any and every way. She could still pretend to be some boring normal girl but they all knew that was a well trained act. Abby had even been skilled enough to earn the right to spend weekends at their goddess’s home for the past month. She and Anthony had been so proud.
For her own part, Miriam’s year had been one of sexual discovery as week by week she and Anthony plumbed the depths of depravity looking for greater and greater sexual highs. Luckily they had made close connections with Sophia’s parents as well as the parents of several other children and so always had new people and things to try. It had all been so idilic. Most recently she and Leah had teamed up to make a series of lesbian/bestiality pornos that their husbands were uploading to a kinky cougar website they developed. It was actually a nice extra income stream, but the point was the thrill of exhibitionism and the feel of a fat dog cock in her cunt.
Still as the saying goes, all good things come to an end. Ms. September had implied there would be changes at the end of the year, but had not indicated what they would be. Miriam was afraid that they would be changes for the worse, but if it was as Ms. September wished then that was how it would be. Her reminiscing was interrupted by Abby knocking at the car window. Miriam shook herself back to the present and unlocked the door.
Abby’s face was beaming and she was practically vibrating with excitement. Still she waited until the doors were closed and the car was moving before she started to speak, “OH MOM! She picked me! Out of all of her pet pussies she said I was the best! I really thought Sophia or Julia was going to be chosen, they can do things with their tongues in your ass that you wouldn’t believe, but she picked me!!!” Miriam was swept up in her daughter’s excitement, even if she didn’t actually know what Abby had been picked for. It didn’t really matter, because it wasn’t what she had been picked for but who picked her. Ms. September had chosen her daughter, declared her to be her best pussy pet. The knowledge made her warm with joy and wet with excitement; a combination of emotions that had grown so common over the course of the year they were basically the same to Miriam now.
She resisted the urge to turn pull over and and celebrate with Abby. Instead her eyes remained focused on the road she asked the obvious question, “Picked for what honey?”
Abby reached into her backpack and pulled out a collar, it wasn’t the beat up one she had worn out over the past year, this one was brand new and of high quality, with the words, ‘Property of Ms. September’ inlay in the rich leather and painted gold. “Ms. September sent home all of the details in a pair of letters but basically it means that I get to belong to her now. She said she wished she could keep us all but she could only take two; the best cock pet and the best pussy pet and she picked me as her best pussy pet!”
Miriam couldn’t have been more proud of her daughter in that moment. The ride home was like a dream with Abby babbling about her new future and Miriam on cloud nine. When they got to the house Abby gave her mother a pair of letters, one for her and one for Anthony. They hadn’t received any letters since their first meeting, they hadn’t been necessary, but Miriam still knew how vitally important it was for her to read anything Ms. September sent home.
Miriam,
While I’m sure by now that Abby has told you the good news allow me to reiterate. Of all the pussies in my class Abby stood out as the best trained and most skilled so I have decided to keep her until I grow bored with her. You should be very proud. Abby has also kept me up to date with you and your husband’s activities and I’ve seen your site. I’m very impressed. So as a reward for you, you will no longer feel any lessening of excitement from repeated sex acts. So take everything you’ve enjoyed over the past year and keep updating that site. Know I’ll be checking up on you so give it your all for your Goddess as well as yourselves.
I’ll be by on Saturday morning to pick up my new toy. You can expect her back in a few years and if she’s very good she’ll give you a call once and a while. Don’t worry about any extended family, Abby gave me a list of all of her relatives and I sent her home with enough special letters to explain the situation to their satisfaction. Once again, thanks for all of your support this past year, none of this would have been possible without help from you and your husband.
Sincerely, your Mistress, Goddess, and Owner,
Ms. September
End