The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a fantasy about a relationship between a student and her teacher. In no way does it condone such a relationship in real life. Just read and enjoy.
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All teachers tend to develop close relationships with special students. As a young high school teacher who had been in the classroom for five years now, I was starting to experience this as my first few groups of freshmen were graduating or in college. Some students took my psychology classes just to satisfy their science requirements, but others felt more passionately about the subject.
That's where Sandie came in.
Sandie was eighteen, a student in my senior psychology class who had known for a long time that she wanted to become a talk therapist and ultimately a psychologist. I had worked with Sandie closely since her freshman year, serving as a mentor and role model for her to look up to and learn from. Over the four years I saw her blossom into an intelligent and beautiful young lady.
Sandie's personality was outgoing, even a little flirty when she was with her friends, but she could also be shy and introverted when not in her comfort zone. Her smile was really pretty, and her lovely brunette hair went a little past her shoulders in loose natural curls that bounced cutely as she moved.
It had been hard not to notice that Sandie's figure had definitely developed as she became a young adult. Now, at eighteen, she was an absolute knockout. Her curves were hypnotic, from her swaying hips to her shapely rear to her very full breasts that literally bobbed when she walked.
Sandie also had a boyfriend, and they had been together for a while. He treated her decently enough, but I always felt like she could do better. That may have been because I knew what she was capable of achieving, and he didn't seem to encourage her. It frustrated me that he pulled her attention away from pursuing her career goals, but Sandie was capable of standing up for herself. It made me wonder just how much she would take from him before pushing back.
One evening towards the end of the school year, the senior academic award recipients were being recognized. There were a number of students being honored, including Sandie who was receiving a rather nice scholarship to the university she would be attending next year. I was very proud of her, but a little sad knowing that she would be leaving.
The school auditorium was decorated with flowers and academic banners. Students being honored were sitting on stage while a small group of administrators sat nearby. Between the two groups was a lectern and microphone. I had picked a seat in the front row of the auditorium to make sure I could see Sandie. She was dressed in formal black with a top that showed a good amount of cleavage. I don't think Sandie was trying to be intentionally revealing, she just had fuller breasts than most girls her age and they looked amazing in that top. Her form-fitting suede dress pants hugged her hips and rear tightly, and her black dress shoes gave her some extra height. Sandie's gorgeous hair bounced adorably on her shoulders, and a simple black suede choker was fastened around her neck. Sandie really knew how to dress professionally and still be amazingly sexy.
As I looked inside my day bag for my camera, I saw an envelope that had not been there before. My name was written on the front in Sandie's handwriting and the envelope was tied with a pink ribbon.
"Aww, how sweet," I opened it expecting to find a thank you note inside. Unfolding the letter I read it to myself...and that's when my relationship with Sandie changed forever:
I will not have any memory of writing this letter. I wrote it under hypnosis and was instructed to give it to a male person whom I completely trust. As part of my college scholarship interview for the School of Psychology, I was tested to see whether or not I could be hypnotized. While under hypnosis, I admitted that my deepest sexual fantasy was to give complete control of my body to someone and have that person do unspeakably perverted things to me.
To make this happen, the college screener implanted a trigger phrase in me without my knowledge. Using the phrase quadruples my sex drive, lowers my inhibitions, and makes my body respond immediately to any commands given by whoever used the trigger phrase. Using the phrase again returns my sex drive to normal and blocks all memory of the time I spend as a horny, orgasm-obsessed teenager.
I wrote this letter to give you the trigger phrase that activates me. The phrase is "Sexy Doctor Sandie." I give you permission to use it and turn my body into your personal toy. Use me as much as you want. Strip me. Fuck me. Violate me. Degrade me.
Love ya
Sandie
I looked over at Sandie sitting on the stage. She caught my glance and smiled at me cutely with a little wave.
"Mygod," I thought to myself, "was she serious? Did Sandie really want this? Did she even know what had been done to her?"
I did find it interesting that Sandie had subconsciously picked me as the person she completely trusted rather than her boyfriend. I also began to wonder what the scholarship committee might have done to Sandie after they hypnotized her. Maybe on some level Sandie really did want this, and that's why she was able to be conditioned so easily. It gave her permission to experience her fantasy without having to be responsible for her actions.
The real question was did I actually want to take advantage of her like this? I really should just tell Sandie what had been done to her. That would be the proper thing to do.
On the other hand...this was her fantasy...something she admitted to wanting. Maybe Sandie picked me because she trusted me to keep her safe.
All through the ceremony I kept my eyes locked on Sandie, fighting the urge to think of creative things to do to her. When she walked over to the lectern to accept her award, I couldn't take my eyes off of her breasts, bobbing beautifully as she moved. The smile Sandie flashed as she accepted the award from the administrator was adorable, and her amazing round ass swayed hypnotically as she walked back to her seat.
After the ceremony finished, Sandie and I took some pictures together and chatted until everyone else had left. We sat side by side on the edge of the stage with our legs dangling a few inches above the floor.
"Was your boyfriend not here?" I asked.
"No," Sandie replied fiddling with the promise ring on her hand that he had given her a few months ago.
"I can't believe he didn't come to support you," I said.
"Its okay," she said unable to hide her disappointment, "you're here, and you've always supported me. Thank you so much."
"I wouldn't have missed it."
Sandie gave me a really long hug.
"You're going to miss having a crazy psychology chic to talk to next year."
Holding her sexy figure in my arms made the big decision easier for me.
"You never know," I replied feeling the warmth of her firm breasts up against my chest, "I just might see more of you than you think."
Sandie pulled back and raised her eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"Sexy Doctor Sandie," I said softly.
Sandie blinked. Her breasts began rising and falling, her breathing becoming heavier. "I'm sorry, I feel...a little hot."
"Are you okay Sandie?" I played dumb.
"I...don't know..." Sandie looked very flustered, "for some reason I feel..."
She leaned closer...
"...really..."
Closer...
"...really..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Sandie kissed me hard and passionately, moaning as if she had been waiting for that kiss her entire life. A huge rush of endorphins flooded through both of us as my star pupil closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swept away with her emotions. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Sandie pulled away in shock.
"I'm so sorry," Sandie apologized in total embarrassment, "that was so inappropriate. I don't know what came over me."
"Its okay," I comforted her, "in fact, I think deep down you want to do it again."
Sandie looked up at me with shy eyes and nodded.
