From one whose loves escape

Miss Daisy walked between her rows of panting, gasping and squelching students and smiled. Here and there she leaned in to whisper pointers in blushing ears. Instructing this or that short-skirted teen to slow themselves down and enjoy the experience, or let loose a little more of the passion that clearly hummed in their little, beating hearts. Sometimes she just slipped an extra caress along soft skin and churning muscles. Slid an extra finger or two inside gushing holes. These were all echoes of her earlier self, after all. Tender, young things whose each entire essence ached only to please. It was oh-so rewarding to let them loose on each other and watch them flail around as symmetrical pairs, both sides trying so hard to make the other feel good… while also instinctively feeling guilty over every inch of pleasure they received in return. It was almost an exponential feedback loop of physical interaction as each couple drove each other further and further into the recesses of their natural expectation to not be the driving ****. Magnets of the same polarity **** together by the fact that they would never refuse a command given by their teacher.

She had to admit… there was something in that arousing joy she got from this that was far from what she had originally been shaped for. Something that changed… or broke… when her specified future as a plaything had been swept out from under her. The ever-swollen educator loved all her lovely charges and wanted nothing more than to see them grow up together into the perfect, little fucktoys they were born to be… But she also liked to see them squirm, just a little, outside their comfort zones. A shadow of jealousy of her own, perhaps… but one that was important for their progression too. Her Mistress knew exactly what she was doing when she had offered this teaching position. Of course she did… Mistress Stanfield knew everything about her.

Two pairs of diligent pupils drew the teacher’s attention most of all. The particularly striking young sissy among them. He seemed to be struggling with this positioning on top more than any of the others. Scared glints showing in the whites of his eyes as he slipped in and out of his partner. Surreptitiously glancing at anyone else around for hints of what he was doing wrong. Secrets he was missing in how to do a man’s duty. All manner of pointers she could give him popped into Miss Daisy’s head… yet she held back all of them. Why would she ruin what was clearly his most endearing struggles? Any dominant female a mile around would squeal with wicked delight at that fretful look upon his pretty features. Watching him try everything he could think of to push the young lady over her edge, while never realising the precious, teetering bliss she was being kept in by his clumsy efforts… It set a soon-to-be mother’s heart a-flutter and seemed to even stir the baby inside. She could only dream of her own child being half so beautiful and unblemished by the cold pretences of this world.

A door at the back of the classroom slid open, and a presence came up behind her. Miss Daisy didn’t have to look to know who it was. The long, slender arms of her latest child’s father encircled her. Selene rested her chin upon her former teacher’s head and rocked the pair of them gently, side-to-side. The tall and swan-like senior was in the last stretch of her education, a contract already written up with the corporation that she would soon be the modelling face of… and finest offering to lay across CEO’s desks and negotiating tables. The graceful creature’s cock and balls pressed up against Miss Daisy’s lower back, both of them aware that all-too-soon these little daily interactions would come to an end. Selene would have been presented to this new class as an example of everything they could aspire to… Miss Daisy knew that. But they wouldn’t know the deep sadness of having watched such magnificence grow into being. Felt it slip inside and leave a promise of tomorrow, only to know that both the giver and the gift would soon be nothing more than memories. Scooped up and swept away into the ways of their world, leaving only a hollow feeling inside… and an inescapable desire to grab tighter hold of the next beautiful fucktoy she had helped create.

All artists cried a little... as they sold their next masterpiece, Miss Daisy guessed. Leaning back into that embrace, just while she could.