School Curriculum

"Please, have a seat." Said Mr. Dent.

Looking at the office, I could see several paintings and books, school calendars, a whiteboard with miscellaneous notes, and several papers and folders scattered across the desk with a nametag that most certainly did not spell out the superintendent's name. The school chairs sitting across from the desk were just as small and cheap looking as any of the other chairs in the building, and after taking a seat, Mr. Dent's eyes seemed to have wandered to Pussycat with little acknowledgment before focusing on me.

Mr. Dent wasn't the kind of guy who'd leisurely waste time, nor the type of man to stick his nose where it didn't belong. He knew how to manage a school, and even though he had an efficient team of faculty members taking care of most things, he always seemed to have more work than he could reasonably expect. He was often stressed with work, trying to appease the public and media, working late nights, and rarely getting breaks from his busy schedule. It was evident that he was getting old, the subtle signs of wrinkles creeping across his face, those tired brown eyes, and black hair with more greys than he'd like to admit. Despite all this, he always held a soft and calm disposition, taking the time to help others and looking for ways to make their lives more comfortable while under his employment. Lastly, even though he was still in his late forties, relatively tall and skinny, and running on the weekends, he was showing signs of gaining a bit of weight over the years.

"I do apologize for calling you out here on such short notice," he began, "formally, such things would be handled by my assistant, who's currently out on vacation. I also prefer taking care of things in my office, but it's now going through a few renovations that I'm afraid won't be done until tomorrow evening." Listening hard enough, I could faintly make out a few sounds of hammers and drills through the brick walls. "I was reviewing the student roster when I realized we had made a terrible mistake. Pussycat is clearly your pet, and to let her choose the classes that would prevent you from ever having the right to keep her by your side 24/7, it was... well... it was, quite frankly, highly unprofessional of us. I sincerely apologize on behalf of the school's administration for this blunder and have seen to it that her class schedule is now fixed to how it should be. You don't have to worry, Dave; Pussycat may have dropped a school year, but she's proving to be the top of her class, and I'm confident that she will be able to keep up with the school curriculum despite these last-minute changes in the middle of a school year."

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What the fuck did I just hear coming out of the superintendent's mouth???

According to what I inputted into the app, he's calling her Pussycat. He's barely acknowledging that she's even here, talking to me about his blunder of not having recognized that she's my property, telling me that she's my pet, that her class schedule needs to be fixed because apparently, I have a right to have her by my side 24/7.

I don't even know where to begin. I don't feel right about corrupting her completely, let alone rewriting how she should live. I just wanted to make things a bit more erotic in my life... not completely change someone's identity and **** them to give up any semblance of a life they otherwise would have had.

"Mr. Dent, I... I don't think it's necessary to change her schedule."

"Nonsense, we've already made the arrangements, and you do have a responsibility for looking after your pets, do you not?"

"Yea, but..."

"No buts, I do believe your next class with Ms. Green, Math? Well, it should be starting here in just a few minutes. Take this notice with you; it'll explain to your teacher why you're late and, if necessary, enough to clear up any misunderstandings with Pussycat's new class schedule."

Looking back over to Pussycat, I can see she's in just as much shock as you'd expect. She was at a loss for words and has been since I assigned her the Master's Pet punishment. Though, I can't help to sense her breaths slowed and varied as they come, and her reddening cheeks. Is she blushing? Come to think of it, I haven't really taken stock of how cute she's become with that new rounded-out face. Actually, just looking at her is making me think about how I might **** her... and come to think of it, I know Mr. Dent held his composition pretty well, but he was starting to shift in his seat a little before we headed out. Oh crap, I forgot that people get aroused just by looking at her now; I should look away before it's too late.

David Haines and Pussycat will be excused from tardiness next period. We had to revise Pussycat's schedule to accommodate the needs of our students. We feel it is essential that David maintain his rights over his pet, including keeping her by his side. I feel that adjusting his pet's class schedule was the most appropriate way of handling the situation. Accordingly, please make any necessary arrangements that'd be required to ensure that both David Haines and Pussycat will receive the proper education they deserve.

-Mr. A. Dent

Rereading that note on the way to Ms. Greens' class still has me at a loss. At first, I assumed she'd be as baffled by this absurd situation. But then I remember that the only people on this planet who know just how ridiculous the situation is, are myself, with the app granting the awareness, and Pussycat, who's **** to remain aware.

Walking into Ms. Green's classroom, I see that she's wearing a long sleeve green teeshirt, a placid colored pencil skirt just below the knees, and long red hair that was neatly brushed into a ponytail. She's one of the most well-known teachers in the school. Ms. Erika Green has always held a highly positive and supportive attitude, cheered on others, advising peers and students alike. There's almost no flaw in her demeanor, and it's no wonder she was the teacher of the year for two years in a row.

"I see," began Ms. Green. "Well, we wouldn't want Pussycat to sit on the floor all day, but I suppose today will have to be an exception until we can get a spare desk for her."

The rest of the school day ended without a hitch. No one seemed bothered by Pussycat's new class schedule or her being with me in every class. There were a couple of group projects, and everyone assumed that Pussycat and I were partners for each event. It was awkward, but I could barely get a word out of her. I also took extra care not to look at her face, and it turns out there was no way to keep the user from getting aroused by looking at her face. It became apparent others began staring a little too much when they had to excuse themselves to the bathroom just after rubbing their legs or humping their chairs in secret. Even the teachers looked uncomfortable after looking at Pussycat for too long. At one point, I thought I'd try out the "Target always obeys her master" command and see just how far I could take it. "From now on, you will call me Master or Master Dave."

"Yes, Master," Pussycat panted.

"I don't want you lying to me, and I want you to always be honest with me, answering any questions I may have for you."

"Yes, Master." Panting with heavy breaths again.

"Are you... are you aroused, by any chance?"

"Yes, Master." She clearly seems unfocused and a tad disoriented.

"Can I *ahem* can I see your panties?"

"Yes, Master." Lifting her skirt, I could see that she was making her panties wet just from being aroused. God, I want to take advantage of her, and glancing at her face only has my cock begging for her pussy. No, I don't have any condoms, but maybe it'd be okay... right?

I asked to use the bathroom during our last period, taking Pussycat by hand and looking both ways to ensure no one was watching us before entering a stall.

She was out of it, unable to focus on anything, her face red, her breaths faint, eyes barely open to acknowledge her surroundings. Wrapping my arms around her, she swiftly moves in to meet my lips. They were soft, and it wasn't long before we wrapped our tongues around each other. Moaning, she began sliding her hips up and down my legs, her right arm hugging the back of my head, her left-hand gliding across my back.

I snuck my left hand under her shirt, feeling the soft bosom trying to rub itself against my chest. Her tits were harder than I expected, and unable to resist, I began twisting them. "A-ah!" My dick was starting to throb as Pussycat's left hand swiftly found its place around my trousers, undoing the zipper and button, then pulling it out.

Leaving just a moment from our kiss, I feel those soft lips of hers begin wrapping themselves around my cock as I feel my legs tighten with pleasure. My knees start buckling, tingles running through my spine, my hips thrusting themselves forward, hands holding her head... and... shit, I can't let her have more than just precum so soon.

"This... uh...oh fuck... this feels... too good, give me a sec..." I beg.

"Hmmm"

Shit, I'm about to blow if I don't do something about it fast; I quickly move her head and see that her eyes are focused on my precum dripping to the floor, noticing her vigorously rubbing her clit while moaning louder and louder.

Shit, I shouldn't have looked at her now, I say to myself as I drop to my knees, pulling her quivering legs around her hips. The labia was wet, and her pussy tighter than I expected. My arms embraced Pussycat, our lips interlocked again, her breasts pressed against me; I could barely last a few seconds before feeling myself cumming.

"Ah-Ah-Ah! Hrmmm!" Pussycat, too reached her climax shortly before I could come back to my senses and realize what I'd done.

Achievement unlocked:

• Coitized Blue Balls I: Achieve your first orgasm with a custom girl :) 1/1 (5 gems granted)
• Deflowering Maniac: Steal a girl's virginity ;) 1/1 (5 gems granted)
• Master of Pleasure: Cause others to orgasm 1/10 (5 gems)

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