Author's Note -- Students Rule II is the sequel to Students Rule and deals with the 2nd year of Ms. Virginia Lee's 'adventures.' It is written as a stand alone story of multiple chapters and includes a short prologue intended to provide a very brief overview and bridge from one story to the next.
* Prologue *
For Ms. Virginia Lee, the last school year went out like a lion, only to see the ensuing year come in like a lamb. The main event -- at least from a professional standpoint -- was the sudden resignation of the school's Principal. Only a few people -- namely she and six graduating seniors -- knew the real reason; his inability to come to grips with his subservient relationships with Ms. Lee, his Mistress, and Suzie Connors, a student. Ultimately this moral dilemma proved too much for him to bear, prompting his sudden decision to resign and leave the area.
Ms. Lee, on the other hand, had no such moral reservations. So when the school board decided to take a chance and offer the soon to be 34-year-old the position of Principal, she immediately accepted.
On the personal side, the beginning of summer break saw a continuation of Ms. Lee's new found sexual subservience; a trait that had not existed in the previously dominant woman until Ross Moran put his blackmail scheme into action. The result of Ross's scheme was a series of embarrassing and humiliating sexual experiences for Virginia. To her great surprise, she'd loved every minute of them.
The realm of her subservience eventually expanded to include Suzie Connors -- the first woman she'd ever been with -- and four other male students. The final few weeks of the school year had been a sexual whirlwind, and the whirlwind had continued right on into the summer.
Eventually, what with jobs, vacations and new girlfriends, the other four had stopped coming around. Ross and Suzie, on the other hand, continued calling on her right up until they left for college. She'd seen Suzie, who was attending college about an hour away, three times during the fall semester. Ross -- who was halfway across the country -- she'd seen not at all.
* * *
Chapter One -- A New Master
Ms. Virginia Lee sat in her office, staring absent-mindedly at the wall opposite her desk. It was a Friday morning in early January, the last day of the first week back from Christmas vacation. As they frequently were at times like these, her thoughts were on Ross Moran and Suzie Connors. She nervously uncrossed and re-crossed her legs.
She took a deep breath, turning to the pile of papers on her desk, when the e-mail symbol popped up in the lower corner of her monitor. She automatically brought up her e-mail package, checking both the subject and sender of the new e-mail. She didn't recognize the address and the subject said simply 'Instructions.'
She very nearly sent it to the spam folder unopened. But there was something about it -- call it intuition -- that persuaded her to open it. The message read as follows:
'Remove the bag from the bottom left part of your bookcase. After reviewing the contents, reply to this e-mail with your understanding of the enclosed instructions.'
It was signed 'Your New Master.'
She sat there silently, rereading the message. Finally -- showing very little emotion -- she rose to her feet and moved to the bookcase. The bag was exactly where indicated. She removed it and returned to her desk.
There was a large envelope in the bag, along with a smaller one. There was also a camera with an expandable tripod attached, and an instruction manual for its use. She removed the camera first, looked it over and set it aside.
Next, she removed the larger envelope, already guessing its contents. There was a note across its front. It said simply:
'The enclosed were given to me by Ross Moran over the Christmas holidays. I believe they are self-explanatory.'
She opened the envelope, pulling out a dozen pictures. They were all of her, either alone or with someone. In all of them she was in an exposed or embarrassing situation. In none of them was she dressed. It was the ones of her and Ted Thomas -- the former Principal -- that had suddenly and completely changed her life last spring.
She carefully put the pictures back into the envelope and slid the envelope into her briefcase.
Next, she picked up the smaller envelope. Unlike the larger envelope, there was no writing on this one. She opened it, pulled out the enclosed sheet of paper, unfolded it, and began to read.
'Virginia. Once you examine the pictures in the larger envelope, you'll realize that I have, indeed, talked with Ross and that I do have all of the pictures. I'm sure you'll see that any hold he had over you, I also have. Be advised that I intend to take full advantage of the situation. Before I reveal myself, however, it will be necessary for you to demonstrate your obedience.
'Sometime today -- while still in your office -- you are to remove your suit jacket, blouse and skirt. Then you will remove your bra and panties, placing them both in the bag. You are to leave your nylons and shoes on. While in this state of undress you will take several pictures of yourself. The pictures must completely reveal all of your intimate parts without concealing your identity. To accomplish this, you may wish to use the cameras delayed timer. Instructions for its use are also in the bag. After you have finished you are to get dressed -- without the bra and panties. Please note that the pictures must demonstrate to me that they were indeed taken in your office.
'You are then to place the camera and all attachments in the bag with your bra and panties and take them to locker 197. The locker will be unlocked and empty. Place the bag in the locker, close and lock it, and return to your office.
'I will check the locker at 2:35 PM sharp. If you have followed my instructions exactly, I will e-mail you with further instructions BEFORE you leave school today.
'If you have not followed my instructions, I will be very unhappy. Trust me, it is definitely in your best interest that I do not become unhappy. Please reply to my e-mail to confirm your understanding of these instructions.'
It was signed 'Your Master.'
She read the letter twice before stuffing it back into the envelope and placing it in her briefcase beside the larger one. Then she took a deep breath.
"How did he get in here?" she blurted out suddenly. She finished the thought silently. 'It had to be this morning. After all, he knew what I was wearing.' Then she dismissed the thought. At the moment, 'how' wasn't really the issue. She looked at the clock. 10:30 AM. She had 4 hours.
She rose to her feet and began pacing the floor as she worked her way through her emotions.
She was nervous; that was a given. Maybe even scared. After all, if she were caught carrying out his orders, she'd lose everything.
She examined the hold he had on her. If anything, it was even stronger than the hold Ross had last year. After all, Ross had only her relationship with the former Principal, while her new master had that, along with pictures of her with six members of last years senior class. Ignoring him wasn't an option.
She stopped suddenly in her tracks as the obvious hit her. She didn't want to ignore him! She didn't want to find a loophole in his evidence that would help her escape! She'd completely given in to her position last year, and the truth was that she'd loved every humiliating and degrading moment of it!
In point of fact, she'd missed her Masters and had no problem at all taking on a new one. The only real issue was the risk he was making her take. After she did what he asked, she'd try to talk to him about that.
She returned to her desk and hit the reply button.
* * *
She looked at the clock. The lunch bell would ring in 10 minutes. She reviewed her logic, searching for a flaw. She found none.
Her first thought had been to take the pictures during a normal class period. This option carried a low probability of student interruption, but a reasonably high possibility of staff interruption. After all, Barbie -- the twenty-one year old airhead who'd replaced Connie as the office secretary this year -- was prone to barging into her office without notice.
On the other hand, however, she saw almost no possibility of staff interruption during the lunch period. This more than compensated for the slightly higher possibility of student interruption. Overall, the odds of five minutes of privacy definitely favored the lunch hour. And five minutes was all she needed.
She picked up the camera, adjusted the timer for a ten second delay, and pressed the button. It worked flawlessly. She deleted the test picture, screwed the camera back onto the tripod, and set it in the corner.
Everything was ready. She'd wait for the lunch bell, and then wait ten more minutes. Then she'd begin.
* * *
She looked at her watch. Time! She got to her feet, moved to her office door and peered out. The outer office was empty. She closed and locked the door.
She slid off her suit jacket as she moved away from the door and immediately started on the buttons of her white blouse. The blouse was quickly discarded as she went to work on the skirt. A moment later it, too, was cast aside. She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She slid it off quickly, shoving it into the waiting bag. Seconds later her panties joined it.
She moved quickly to the corner, grabbed the camera and tripod and moved them to the center of the room. She set it up in the predetermined spot and aimed it at her office desk. Nervously, she fumbled with the settings, pressed the button, and hurried to assume her first pose.
She leaned over the desk -- her ass pointed directly at the camera -- grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them aside. She then looked back over her shoulder and waited.
And waited. And waited.
"Damn it!" she cursed, a little louder then she should have. She stood up and rushed back to the camera. There was sweat dripping from her face as she nervously reset the camera.
Once again she pressed the button and hurried to assume her position. This time it worked.
"Alright!" she said as she hurried back to prepare for the next shot.
The rest of the shots went off without a hitch. All in all, there were four pictures -- the one of her ass, in addition to one of her full front, one of her tits, and one of her pussy with the lips spread wide.
When the last of the shots was taken she grabbed the camera. She quickly reviewed the pictures in the viewer to satisfy herself that they were ok, and grabbed her blouse.
The blouse was on and buttoned, and she was reaching for her skirt, when she heard the knocking on her office door.
