After she left, I got up and sat on the couch for almost an hour, just trying to absorb what had just happened. One part of me was completely excited that I had just an amazing sexual experience with a hot young woman. That part of me wanted to go into the bedroom and stroke my cock like she had told me to. The other part of me was freaked out that I had just crossed a line that was totally forbidden. Teachers and students just don't cross that line. It was one thing to fantasize, it was another to act. Both sides were fighting inside my head, keeping me from being able to have any clarity on the situation. Eventually, the side that was jacked that I had gotten dominated by a hot young thing won out, rationalizing that crossing the taboo line was just as exciting, and that if I didn't obey her, I was screwed at work, so I had no choice but to enjoy it. I knew it wasn't necessarily the most well thought out argument, but sometimes you have to think with the little head.
I was just finishing hand washing her stockings, and I was reaching for her g-string when I realized that they probably still smelled of her. I stopped, hung the stockings on the shower curtain rod, and picked up the g-string. I held it to my nose, and smelled them. I was right, it still smelled of her. Her rich aroma bled off of them like she was still here. My cock immediately responded, getting hard almost instantly. I remembered that she had told me to masturbate nearly to climax at least ten times tonight. I wasn't sure I could, but with the help of her g-string, I got started.
I lay back on my bed, closed my eyes, and held her g-string to my nose while I stroked my cock. I re-lived our encounter in my head. It didn't take long before I felt my cum welling up in my balls. I stopped stroking, and pulled the g-string from my nose. My excitement faded, and I was able to start stroking again. I started to smell her g-string again. I managed to keep this up for 5 rounds, but each became progressively shorter. I decided I had better stop, or I would go past the point of no return. By now, my balls were aching for release. I needed to distract myself, so I got dressed again, and turned on the TV.
An hour of channel surfing helped mildly, but my mind was still unable to stop thinking about her. She had told me to call her Mistress. I decided to look on the Internet to see what I could find. It didn't take long, and I had found numerous web sites dedicated to female domination of men including some sites that had stories and even essays on the topic. The more I read, the more turned on I was by the idea of being dominated by her. My cock was hard, and I was stroking myself as I clicked through web pages. I found videos of women whipping men, then teasing them, and using them for their own pleasure. In one, the woman sat on the guy's face, and rode his tongue to orgasm. I was so caught up in the videos, that I forgot what I was doing, and I felt my balls tightening, and my orgasm about to erupt. I squeezed my shaft hard, and clenched my pc muscles. Disaster narrowly averted.
When I was sure I had control, I released my grip on my cock, and just sat in my desk chair, staring at the computer screen. The rest of the night included a cold shower, four more masturbation sessions ending in more frustration, and then washing her g-string. "Mistress's g-string" I told myself and smiled.
I awoke the next morning with a clear case of blue balls. My morning hard on was calling out to me for relief. I showered, and headed to school. At school, teaching gave me something to focus my attention. As the day passed, I grew increasingly distracted, losing my train of thought many times in class. Whether the students noticed or not, I couldn't tell. When the final class period rolled around, my nerves were a little on edge. She again took a seat in the front row. I could smell her perfume as I started class. I had to park myself behind my lectern to hide the tent in my pants. While reviewing homework problems, Tish raised her hand for the first time during class.
"Yes, Miss Hanson, do you have a question?" I asked. I saw a few students look at each other, clearly noticing that I didn't call her by her first name like I do every other student.
"Will you show *me* problem *69* from the book on the board, please?" she asked, with an emphasis on 'me' and '69′.
I looked down, pretending to look at my copy of the textbook, but I was really looking to see whether or not I could leave the relative safety of the lectern. My small head was not cooperating. Fortunately, I had an idea.
"Yes, of course...in fact, I have an idea, who would like to show us number 69?" I asked the room, looking for a volunteer. No one moved but I did hear a couple students laugh at the numerical reference. All the students just stared back at me. "Oh come on everyone, let's have a volunteer," I coaxed them, almost pleading. Fortunately, one of the girls in the back finally raised her hand. "Terrific, Miss Jackson, thank you." She worked her way to the front of the room, took some chalk, and proceeded to solve problem 69 on the board.
"Good job, Miss Jackon. Miss Hanson, did that help?" I asked. Tish gave me a look that told me I was in trouble.
"Yes, I will review it again later tonight," she replied with emphasis on 'tonight'. The rest of class proceeded rather uneventfully. I managed to get myself under control, and I was able to leave the safe confines of the lectern. At the end of class, the students disappeared as was their usual practice, and Tish remained.
"Tonight, we will work on your ability to follow directions," she scolded me, then stood, and walked out of the room. As usual, I watched her hips and ass as she exited the room. I knew that I was in trouble, but I was also excited by the idea that she was going to discipline me somehow.
****
I paced back and forth in my apartment, peering out the window every couple of passes, looking for Tish to arrive. I had placed her stockings and panties, washed and neatly folded, on the coffee table by the couch. While I knew she had said she would return at the same time, I was unable to just do other things, despite the fact that it was only 7 o'clock. For the next hour, I paced and thought about the night before, the smell of her pussy on her panties, class today, and my punishment. When 8 o'clock finally rolled around, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, and she strode in without invitation this time. She had a small bag with her that she dropped on the coffee table next to her stockings and panties.
She sat on the couch, turning to look my way.
"You are disappointing me in so many ways today. You have a lot to learn. When you know that I'm coming over, from now on, you are to greet me at the door on your knees, naked, looking down. You should stay there until I tell you otherwise. If I surprise you, and show up unannounced, then you should be on your knees when you greet me at the door, and once I am inside, you are to strip immediately. To greet me, I want you to say, 'Hello Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve.' Do you understand?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, then what are you waiting for?" she asked somewhat exasperated.
I quickly realized what she meant, and I stripped out of my clothes, and then knelt where I stood, eyes cast at the floor. My cock was rock hard already.
"Are you going to greet me you stupid bitch?"
"Oh!...er...Hello Mistress, thank you for allowing me to serve."
"There, that's better. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"No, Mistress, it was not hard."
"Better. Now, about earlier today. I asked you to show me a problem on the board, and you handed it off to that little-miss-know-it-all in class. Remember, when I ask you to do something, you are to obey! For such insubordination, you deserve to be punished. Look inside my bag, and I want you to choose your punishment."
I crawled to the coffee table, and then unzipped the bag. I began to pull out objects, and lay them on the table, one at a time. The first was a wide leather belt. The next was a hair brush. I reached into the bag and found a small pile of clothes pins. Finally, I pulled out pair of red satin panties. Looking over the collection of things, I had an idea what punishment the belt might bring, and it scared me. Likewise, the clothes pins looked like they could might be painful. The hair brush and the panties seemed innocuous to me. If she was going to dress in sexy red satin panties or have me brush her hair, who was I to argue? My hands touched each of them once. The silky smooth fabric of the panties felt so nice, I picked them up, and looked to her.
"Good choice pet," she congratulated. I smiled, remembering when I had first caught a glimpse of her panties. "Now, put those down, and bring me the other three things." I felt my stomach tighten, and a feeling of dread swept through me. I did as she said, and brought to her belt, the brush, and the pins.
"Kneel in front of me." I knelt in front of her. My cock began to soften as fear of what she was going to do crept into me. She clearly noticed, "Not so happy to see me anymore?" She took my cock into her hand and began to stroke it lightly while she looked me in the eyes with her piercing gaze. I was instantly hard again. Smiling, she took one the clothes pins, and pinched it, showing me how it opened and closed. She released my cock, then began to lightly flutter her finger over my left nipple. Despite my fear, my cock was now rock hard, and I could feel my nipple hardening. Then she pinched it, and pulled, not too hard, but enough to send painful but enjoyable sensations through me. I watched in almost detached fascination as she brought the clothes pin to my nipple, opened it and then saw its mouth close upon my outstretched nipple. When she released it, and it caught on me, then I was suddenly back in myself, as a painful jolt hit me. I sucked in air, trying not to react too much to the pain.
"Good slut. Take your punishment quietly like a good little pet," she cooed.
A feeling like I was going flush was there, then it was gone at her praise, and then was replaced by the dull ache in my left nipple. She repeated the process for my right nipple. I anticipated the initial pain, and I was better able to control my breathing when the clothes pin clamped down on me.
"Mmm my pet is learning quickly, good," she praised again. That same feeling hit me again.
She picked up another clothes pin, and then her other hand cupped my balls. A feeling of dread passed through me as I imagined what was coming next. She pinched some of the skin on my scrotum, and in no time, she had attached 3 clothes pins. I almost didn't feel the pain in my nipples now as a sharper throbbing pain in my balls overwhelmed me. Tish was clearly enjoying herself. I watched her face as she attached the last clothes pin, and I had the distinct feeling that she was not only having fun torturing me, but she was getting turned on. Her mouth was slightly open, and I saw her lick her lips. Seeing this, my cock felt like it was getting harder. The pain was livable, but it was constant, and yet, my arousal did not wane.
Next, she picked up the belt, stood, and walked behind me. I held my breath, afraid she was going to strike me with it. It took all my self-control to not standup and run for the bathroom, the only room in my apartment with a lock. I felt her take first one arm, then the other. Then I felt the belt being wrapped around my upper arms. Then my arms were pulled toward each other behind my back. She used the belt to pull my elbows and upper arms toward each other behind me. It wasn't comfortable, but mostly, it made me feel more vulnerable. The only way I was going to get this belt off me was to bring my arms even closer together to create slack on the belt, and I knew I wasn't that flexible.
"Very good," she praised me again, and as before, I felt the same feeling. I concluded that I liked that feeling. I liked it when she praised me for being good.
