"I am Hot for Teacher!"

Adam stayed still as the clicking of the heels came closer. Just in front of him he saw the pair of black leather booted feet stop at the edge of his field of vision. A rubber gloved hand stroked the side of his ear before grabbing his hair.

“Es wird zeit dir den hintern zu versohlen liebling,” the woman said seductively in German.

“Miss Muller?” Adam’s eyes went wide.

The hand grabbed his hair and pulled Adam’s head up to face the smiling red haired woman.

“Surprise,” the Hight School German Teacher said, “Lets be honest, you have been dreaming about me since I started teaching AP German your senior year. And I could tell you were a natural sub.”

All Adam could do was stammer at the woman before him. She was about thirty, slim bodied, pale skin with long red hair in bun, and a set of d-cups tits sticking out. Far from the classic slacks and shirt for school, the sexy teacher was dressed in a pair black leather heeled knee boots, black rubber stockings, black rubber pencil knee skirt, steel grey rubber button down blouse, black rubber glovers and silver wire frame reading glasses. Adam was stammering.

“How about you call me Mistress Guinevere liebling,” Guinevere licked her black painted lips.

“Yes Mistress,” Adam said submissively.

“Good boy,” Guinevere said, “Now stand up.”

Adam obeyed instantly and found himself looking at his former teacher’s mouth as she looked down at him.

“You can imagine my surprise when I found out that my cousin recognized you in that class photo I had framed when he came to visit after his freshman year,” Guinevere said, “Turns out he was your roommate freshmen year at college.”

“I had no idea,” Adam was still struggling to comprehend this turn of events.

“It goes without saying that my after-school activities are not something I brought up in the class,” Guinevere rubbed her gloved hand over her left boob, “Nor was it something that most of the classes would have the maturity to handle.”

Guinevere put her right hand on Adam’s hand and pulled it towards her waist and guiding his hand towards her perfect peach bottom in the latex skirt.

“Look me in the eyes,” Guinevere commanded, “You need to make a choice right now. You can walk out, no harm, no foul but there will be no fetish fucking, bondage and female lead relationship… Or… you agree to stay and submit, and trust me to lead you down a rabbit hole where you will be my **** and fuck toy.”