Detention

The only extracurricular activity I had after school was detention. On my birthday, of all days.

I left Kate and Beth at exactly 1:44, and rushed down to the detention chamber. Detention didn't take place in a classroom, or a room with desks and chairs at all. It was more like a BDSM dungeon than a detention room. I got to the door of the chamber at 1:45, and noticed the door was ajar. I crept in, and looked around.

I had never been to detention before. The room was massive, and was filled with all kinds of different... equipment. There were odd swings, hooks, chains, leashes, nets, and a lot of black leather. My taking in of the room was interrupted suddenly by the door slamming shut behind me.

"Hello, miss Zoe", said a husky and seductive voice behind me.

I turned to face her. Behind me was the scariest sight I had ever seen in my young life. A futa, about 5'11", wearing a black latex bodysuit with holes at the crotch, the ass, and at her breasts, which were large, plump orbs on her chest. Her nipples were pierced and so were various other bits of her body, including her clit. She was wearing a black latex mask, which had a hole in the middle that didn't cover her eyes, mouth, and nose. Her hair was tied in a long ponytail on the top of her hair. In her hand she held a riding crop.

I gulped nervously as she approached me.

"My name is Mrs Hawthorne, but for the next hour and a half, you will address me as 'mistress'."

"Um... yes, mistress", I said.

"Welcome to my detention chamber. From now until 3:15, you are mine. You will do all I ask of you, and you will not disobey, or complain. If you do, you will be disciplined", she said, as she slapped the riding crop against her hand.