Chapter 13
I managed to catch Amanda before she went home and got her dressed. Normally just the thought of her walking around with no pants on, my seed running down her leg, would have gotten me hard. Excited. But today, barely a twinge. My thoughts were consumed with what had happened earlier. The physical sensations had been intense, but it was the situation that got to me. The feeling of being dominated, that other side of what I'd done to Amanda and Nancy. And the fact that Ms. Miller was smaller, weaker than me, somehow made it... better. More kinky. I was the one with the super power, but she had me in the palm of her hand, and I knew it. And I knew that she knew it, and it made me both afraid and even more aroused.
Later that night, I was laying in bed, halfheartedly trying to study. I knew I was likely going to fail all my classes at this point - I just wasn't motivated enough to work at classes when I had the ability to do other things at will. But I went through the motions, even though I was constantly being distracted. I'd be halfway through an essay on what "good" means and the next thing I knew I was masturbating to the feel of Amanda's pussy working my cock with Ms. Miller's fingers buried in my pussy. And during that I felt it. That pressure that's not really a pressure in my head, that my power was active - pushing someone past their boundaries. It confused me - I mean, no one was around. But I guessed that maybe I'd made too much noise, and it had been required to keep my parents or sister from getting worried. So I put it out of my mind.
* * *
I stood outside Ms. Miller's class, waiting for the bell to ring. And fidgeted. The dress that had given me such confidence last week felt like the thinnest of armors today. I was practically naked, at her command. I wanted to walk away, to call it off, to stop our affair. Maybe I could be happy with just Amanda. But my stiff cock and wet panties told me I was going to walk in the door and do whatever Ms. Miller told me to do.
Finally, the bell rang and her first period class filed out, their faces passing me in a blur. I think a few said hi, but I ignored them. And finally there was no one left to help me procrastinate. I closed my eyes, to prepare myself for walking into this, when I heard an amused, "ahem." My eyes shot open, startled, and Oh. My. God.
It's the middle of December and she's wearing a short, short skirt, hose and high heels. Definitely not proper teacher attire. A blouse that covered enough, but looked like it might be transparent if the light was right. Her nipples poking through it told me she wasn't wearing a bra. And she'd spent some time on her makeup - it wasn't the proper makeup, the "look nice, but not
nice
nice" kind of bullshit that most professional women have to deal with. It was date makeup. She looked like a $1,000/hour hooker. Well, ok, I'm a high school student. I don't know what actual hookers look like. But she could have played one on TV.
Her eyes took me in, and I couldn't breathe. Couldn't look away. She said only one word - "Good" - and then turned, beckoning me with a finger. I followed her in with my heart in my throat. I hadn't expected the outfit, and was finding it hard to think with her ass swaying from side to side in front of me. She led me to the chair behind her desk, and I got my second shock as my eyes wandered over it. There were tiny cuffs on each of the arms - they didn't look very strong, so I wasn't sure what they were for - but what blew me away was the dildo standing straight up the middle. It wasn't extremely large, maybe a little smaller than I was, but just the sight of it drew a small sound from my throat. I felt shame burst over me at how I was reacting, but I couldn't help it.
She turned and looked at me again, and I could see her responding to my desire. The lust in her eyes reflecting my own. "God Sally," she breathed, stepping right up to me, "You're such a fucking sexy slut." And then she kissed me. Deeply, aggressively, and I melted into her, letting her take control, the situation and the kick of being called a slut making me helpless before her. At the end I felt even more dazed, and more horny. She stepped back and held out her hand. "Panties." A one worded demand, and I meekly complied. The freedom I'd felt last week when I was like this was completely gone - I was entirely at her mercy. I put them in her hand, and she stepped forward and felt me up. I groaned and tried to push into her hand, almost read to cum, but she pulled back. Smiled at me. "Just making sure you're ready. Take a seat." And a nod at the chair, the dildo standing proud, as I watched her lick my nectar off her fingers. The makeup smeared across her face from our kiss would have normally made her look ridiculous, but to me she'd never seemed more commanding.
My legs felt like jelly, but I walked over to the chair. The dildo was attached with some sort of strap system, and it looked a lot bigger from here than before. But I knew what she wanted. I turned around and eased myself down, until I felt the head of it brush my clit. A little further, to line up the head. And then I started pushing down and the dildo filled me, spread me. But I was wet enough that there was no resistance, and I moaned as it filled me up, feeling incredibly big. I wanted to go slow but my legs were shaking, so I hurried it, and finally, finally I felt the chair beneath my ass, and I let myself collapse down. I felt undone, my legs trembling, on the edge of orgasm. And then Ms. Miller reached down and grabbed my cock, pulling it out from under my dress. And stroked it, gently, softly. "Cum for me, Sally." Her eyes drilled into mine. "Cum for me." And I did.
My pussy felt like a vise around the dildo, squeezing and releasing it in waves. And my cock was spurting, the build up of two days taking over as load after load shot out. And all through it Ms. Miller's hand, stroking, and directing. I realized dimly that she had pulled a cup from somewhere, that she was collecting my spunk in it as I came and came and came. But finally it was over. I sat back in the chair with my eyes closed and tried to recover, to regain something, any control. But my breath was ragged, and my pussy still twitching occasionally around the dildo buried in it.
I heard her walk a few steps back to her desk, and the clink as she set the cup down. Then she walked back, and I felt her pull my arm up onto the arm of the chair, and gently attach the cuff. I opened my eyes and watched her do the other one. I felt... remote. Like I was just an observer, watching her do whatever she wanted to do to me. She cupped my chin, and forced me to meet her eyes. "Sally."
I swallowed. "Y-yes." My words came out breathy. Desperate. Aroused.
She smiled. "I was wondering if you could still talk. We're going to play a game, Sally. I made you cum just now because it wouldn't be fair otherwise." Her other hand reached down lightly to grip my length, and I jumped slightly from the contact. "I'm glad you're still hard. I thought you would be, but it saves some time." Her hand slipped away, and I tried to follow it. A mistake - the feel of the dildo sliding out of me caught me, and I sank back down onto it with a groan. Her smile deepened. "There are two ways you can lose, Sally. The first is if you break these," and her hand circled the cuffs around my wrists. "They're not very strong, so don't move too much. And the other way you can lose," and her hand came back down and trailed down my cock, making it twitch, "is if you cum before the hour is up." I bit down on my lip to keep from making more noise.
I considered the game. I thought... no. I
knew
I could win. The dildo felt good, sure. But I could stay still for that long, since I'd just had relief. But... "What," I asked cautiously, "are we playing for?"
Her grin turned wicked. "Everything."
* * *
I watched, detached, as her class came in and sat down. I was naked from the waist down in front of them, cock hard and a dildo in my pussy, but it didn't seem to matter. The only important thing was to control myself. To get the upper hand on Ms. Miller again. She got up in front and talked, and I realized that it was a presentation day. And then the end of it: "... Sally will be my assistant today. Oh, and one other thing. Sally was kind enough to make a donation for us." She walked over and held up the glass of my cum. "Any girls who get up and present will need to take a drink of this before they start." And I watched as they smiled and nodded because, of course. Totally normal to drink the teacher's assistant's spunk out of a glass before you talk in front of your classmates, since it's Sally.
It was a nice try, I thought, but not enough. I could feel myself getting hard at the thought of them drinking my essence unwittingly, but I could master it. I could stop it. I felt my determination solidify. I
