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Chapter 6 by styxmaster styxmaster

What's next?

Decline, saying you're full

"No thanks" You say, still full from your mother's disciplining earlier.

Ms. Miller's face seemed to contort into a frown-- at least, that's what you thought. For all you knew, she could've been deep in thought. Why was she offering you food, anyways? You remember her saying that there was action to be taken for your comments that you made at school, but it seems like this is almost a pseudo-date. Regardless, Ms. Miller breaks out of her thoughts and gets up to go into the kitchen. From her walking, you can see her large ass sway in yoga pants, with a top that's almost full to bursting trying to hold her enormous breasts.

"No worries, Dougie! I'll just get some water for us, and we can get started. Please take a seat on the couch"

Ms. Miller returns with a pitcher and two glasses, and sits right next to you, spreading her legs wide enough so that you could see her flaccid cock on one side of her pants. You were somewhat in awe; how could someone just act so nonchalantly with such a large thing impeding their movement? The world of females was still somewhat of a mystery to you. As you were contemplating these questions, you snap back to reality to her Ms. Miller lightly shaking you- "Doug! Pay attention! Wow, this is worse than I thought. If this is what's happening in class, no wonder that you can't pay attention. I may have to call for extra help. But first, let's try a quick warm up exercise -- we're going to do a rendition of a play that I think will help you get your motivation back in our class, and maybe have a more open mindset. Please, let's do some vocal exercises."

She began singing octaves, and had you sing along with her, in order to 'get ready for the play' in her words. As you were practicing, she got up and went into the kitchen. This time, she returned with an odd looking contraption. It appeared to be a mouth-gag, but there were hooks on all sides where the gag was supposed to go. A pit grew in your stomach, as you realized this was the type of vocal exercise that she deemed to be necessary.

"Now, Dougie," she said, with a lustful look in her eyes, "Let's try to ramp up the difficulty a little bit. Please, put this on. I shouldn't have to ask again."

Do you refuse, or do you give in to her demands?

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