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.
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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."
