It was a small classroom, but a nice one. Various student artwork had been hung up on the walls, in lieu of desks there were several medium sized tables for the students to sit behind. Amy lead me over to a beat up coffee colored couch that lay off to the side of the room, giving the classroom a very casual vibe.
"I'm so excited you get to see my school Master! I love this class. Miss Taylor is such a cool teacher and this has been such a fun class."
"What does Miss Taylor teach you Amy?" I said looking around as several students began to make their way into the classroom.
"Well, it's a special class for seniors, so everyone here is eighteen and getting ready to go out to college. The school gave us this class as sort of a prep period to work on applications, scholarships, and what have you. But now that the school years almost over we mostly just hang out and watch movies."
A couple of students gave me a weird look as they walked in, but most of the students couldn't be bothered to get to worked up about a random guest in their classroom.
"Ummm, who exactly are you?" a short brunette girl glared at me, her body language signaling that the couch was usually her place to sit.
"This is my Master, Natalia! You better be polite. He's here to talk to Miss Taylor and watch our class" Amy stood up and glared back at the little brunette.
Natalia rolled her eyes. "Since when are you some weird BDSM slut Amy? What are you even wearing today?" Natalia had a point. Amy's breasts almost spilled out of her tight red top and her ass peaked out from her short black skirt.
"Natalia, there's no need to be so rude. You can call me Master as well." I said calmly, easily pushing the girls mind. "Why don't you go take a seat somewhere else and when I need a volunteer, I'm sure you'll be happy to raise your hand, OK?"
I pushed again at Natalia's mind as she nodded blankly, submitting to my will. Awkwardly, the short brunette girl began to wander away, unsure of why she'd confronted Amy and I in the first place.
"Oh Master, you're going to punish her aren't you?"
"Very much so Amy" I reassured her. "Is that Miss Taylor there?" I pointed to the youngish looking woman with curly brown hair walking over to us.
Amy nodded, "Yep, that's her. Hi Miss Taylor! This is my Master, he wanted to help with your class today."
Standing at about five foot four the young teacher looked at me with concern,
"Sir, I'm going to have to have you wait while I call security. You cannot be here without the proper permissions."
Miss Taylor was wearing a modest black dress that went all the way down to about her ankles. Her breasts weren't large but they weren't small either, and she had a lovely collection of freckles on her cheeks.
I stood up and gently touched her face, "What's your name?"
She gasped, feeling my mind push her into submission as she helplessly replied, "It's Megan but I..." she trailed off.
"I'm simply here to help you Megan. You'd like that right?"
Megan nodded her head slowly.
"Megan, I think today you'd like to talk to these college bound young people all about how to have fun sexual encounters in the world."
The teacher nodded again completely in my thrall. Amy giggled watching her teacher completely at my mercy. Some of the other students looked over but most seemed more than happy to stay on their phones for now.
"Now Megan, I want you to get up there and give your students the best lesson you can about fun sex that you know how to give. Be totally honest and leave nothing back. If you need any help just ask me." I gave her one final nudge and let go, sitting back down, eager to watch what the young schoolteacher would decide to share.
She shook her head a bit, her curly brown hair adorably falling into her eyes as she pulled it back and walked up to the front of the class.
"Class, attention please," the twelve or so students looked up and put their phones away. All in all, there were more women then men in the class with nine girl and three boys sitting together in the corner. Miss Taylor continued, "Now raise your hand if you're excited to go off to college this next fall."
All the students raised their hands.
Megan smiled, "That's great everyone. I know we've worked so hard on making that happen. Now one of the best parts of college is getting to meet so many new people. I know I met a ton of people when I was a freshman. And one of the best ways of getting to know new people is of course to have fun sexual experiences with them!" She giggled, clearly excited as she seemed to remember her time in college.
"Excuse me Miss Taylor, but this doesn't seem very appropriate for a high school class." A girl near the front raised her hand and proceeded to speak, "I know this class is seniors only and casual but I don't think our parents would want you to talk to us about your own sex experiences."
"Diya, what have I told you about interrupting during class?"
The eighteen-year-old spoke up, "I'm sorry Miss Taylor, but if you want to talk to us about sex I'm going to have to complain to the administration about you."
"Amy," I asked, "Who's your classmate there?"
"Oh that's Diya," Amy replied, "She's a total stuck up bitch because she got into some Ivy league school and thinks that proves she's better than everyone now. She's always complaining whenever the class isn't suiting her academic needs."
"Um, excuse me. I can hear you and your weird friend over there Amy." Diya looked over at us. Miss Taylor looked at me apologetically.
I stood up and walked to the front of the class. "I'm sorry everyone for interrupting today," I pushed everyone not to question what I had to say too carefully, "I'm simply here to evaluate Miss Taylor and didn't want to interrupt what seemed like a very interesting class. Now Amy says your name is Diya?"
Diya nodded, looking at me suspiciously.
"Diya, Miss Taylor here has a whole excellent lecture here about her time in college and wanted to share that with all of you. I think she deserves a chance to do that, don't you?" I pushed my will once more on the class letting them accept this for themselves.
Diya shook her head forcibly, "I just don't think-"
I interrupted her and pushed again, overwhelming her senses as I explained, "Diya I understand. You don't think it's appropriate for Miss Taylor to share her sexual experiences without having input from her students. Completely understandable. I'm sure the class would love to hear from you first, come on up here."
Confused, Diya walked up to the front of the class and faced her peers as they looked on. She brushed back her wavy black hair. "Um," she said as she looked at me, panicked.
"Diya, if you want to do this right, don't you think you're overdressed?"
"Of course, I know that!" she snapped at me, aggressively pulling off her jeans in front of her classmates. Amy smiled as we watched the lovely, bitchy Indian girl ripping off her clothes in public. Diya tore off her clothes and piled them on the floor let us get a nice look of her light brown skin, the dark messy black patch of pubic hair above her pussy and her firm, B cup breasts now on display.
