Teacher's Pet

Ms. Peach slowly hummed along at her desk reviewing the records of her students, and gently dotting unofficial notes next to the occasional individual. The events of hers students return had been most interesting, especially considering the implementation of the act.

Many of the girls she'd expected to thrive were doing so, Ms. Peach's eyes flashed to Donna's and Nemesis's records. Though she did not approve of this nonsensical "Great Key Game" which many women seemed to indulging in, these two were clearly doing well in it...

But making ones worth through your quantity of men?

The infinite quantity of a worthless product would still always add up to ZERO.

Grace Thompson was another name which stood out, with such a pedigree how couldn't she! The girl was destined to go far, if only she wasn't so soft!

Ugh! Weakness in just another name.

And that weakness?

Ms. Peach's eyes locked onto another students record photo.

Oh your poor soft foolish little girl.

Bang!!!

A cool smirk creeped across Ms. Peach's face, looking up to see the same student whose record she was just looking at.

Luke was panting, his heart pumping a mile a minute as he burst through his homeroom door.

"Ah, Luke right on time."

"I- I- Ms!"

"Sh! Shut the door behind you, and be quiet." Ms. Peach smiled, standing up as she watched the nervous boy before her scramble to follow her instructions.

Hips swaying, heels clacking, she rounded her desk, gently sitting atop it and crossing her pale white legs.

"So, why have you come Luke?"

Luke trembled looking at his teach eye him from her perch. He was really going to do it!

"Ms. Peach will you..."

"Will you be my keyholder!"

Ms. Peach stuck out her hand, lazily inspecting her long pink nails.

"Please Luke you can do much better then that."

Shocked Luke felt him lips quiver. "Please Ms! I'll do anything!"

"Do you fantasies about me Luke?"

"Yes! All the time!"

"Then grovel Luke, get on your knees and grovel before me."

Something inside of Luke clicked, a longing for his teacher. Thus throwing his bag to the ground he did as he was bid. Leaping down to his knees infront of Ms. Peach he almost felt tears form in his eyes. He wanted her so badly, that bubble butt pale ass of hers, her long legs, her small perky boobs, everything!

"Please Ms! Please be my keyholder! Please!"

"So you have eyes only for me then?"

"Yes!"

"And if I accept, you will show me absolute servitude? You will be only loyal to me?"

Luke gulped.

"Yes."

Ms. Peach tapped her lips pondering the crying boy before her. A cute athletic boy, lean and fit, a star in his own field, yet he still knew his place. Natural instinct compelled him to bow before a strong dominant woman like her.

But was that enough?

Sticking out her leg Ms. Peach ran her pink heel across Luke's cheek, the shivers the boy gave off were exquisite. Then moving her foot down more she put her toe right against his lips.

Kiss!

"Very good, now more."

Hands shooting forward Luke cradled his teacher's foot, his mouth running up and down her high heels.

Kiss!

Kiss!

Kiss!

"So, I'm all you ever wanted?"

"Yes Ms."

Kiss!

"So I am your greatest fantasy?"

"Yes Ms!"

"So I'm what you jerk your worthless cock to at night?"

Luke hesitated, trembling as he froze. Ms. Peach didn't let up, pushing her foot against his lips, shoving the toe of her heel into his mouth.

"Answer me Luke! I'm I what you jerk your worthless cock to every night!" Her voice shifted to that of the one she commanded with in the classroom. Dominant, and practiced.

"Ye- Yes Ms!"

Kiss!

"And what about me do you jerk off to?"

"Your ass Ms, what you look like under all those clothes Ms."

Kiss!

Luke felt his cock steering, a slit tingle in his balls pushing him to service his teacher more.

"Mmmm, yes, I've seen many a boy stare at it, even you Luke. You think I don't notice your disgusting male gaze? Please!"

"I'm sorry Ms!"

Kiss!

"Shut up! No your not, males can never be sorry for there perversion, it's in your DNA."

Kiss!

"So, what do you fantasies about doing with my ass?"

"Groping it Ms!"

Kiss!

"And?"

"Playing with it!"

Kiss!

"And?"

"Ms. I- I-"

"Fucking it. That's what you were going to say isn't Luke?" Ms. Peach watched as her student coward in fear.

"Then say it, tell me you fantasies about fucking my ass, like the worthless perverted male you are."

"Yes Ms. It's what I jerk off too, I want to fuck your ass so bad!"

Kiss!

"I've dreamed of bending you over your desk and just ramming my cock up your butt. Fucking you till you were begging me to stop."

Kiss!

"Fucking you till you were a crying mess. Fucking you till my cum was spilling out your ass, down your crack and into your pussy."

Kiss!

Ms. Peach smiled.

Almost there.

"What a dirty indecent thought. A male sodomizing a woman! Any male should be severely punished for even thinking such things! A long cruel thrashing, and then maybe even spreading there pathetic ass for a good ass fucking with a long dildo to teach them it's not as enjoyable as they might think."

Luke quivered even more, kissing her heels even more vigorously.

"What would you say to that Luke? Me bending you over my desk? Right here, right now, thrashing you ass till it was bleeding for fantasizing about such? Not as your teacher though, no, but as a women correcting the inappropriate desires of her foolish man. Would you accept that? Would you do it without question if that was my order? Not just now, but any time I deem fit? For the rest of your life?"

There was a long silence after that, Luke was shaking as if he had hypothermia. His eyes were meekly glued to the floor, but then it came, such a tiny whisper Ms. Peach barely heard it.

"Yes Ms..."

Ms. Peach lowered her legs, Luke's hands desperately reaching out for them as they left, trying to retain some last form of security for himself to no avail.

Thus Luke sat there in submissive fear on his knees below Ms. Peach, completely at her mercy.

"Look at me Luke."

Luke slowly and painfully raised his head, his eyes barely able to lock onto her. Ms. Peach could see a small bulge in his school uniform trousers.

Very Good

"Give me your cage Luke."

Hand shaking Luke slide it into his pocket and grabbed onto the small black plastic contraption which had set this all in motion. Wordless he raised it above him, higher and higher till his arms strained far over his head.

Then, in a most casual manor, Ms. Peach plucked the presented symbol of ultimate female authority out of Luke's hands.

"Stand up."

Like a spring, Luke flow up to his feet, while Ms. Peach glided down from the desk. Even with her heels on she was still a few inches shorter then Luke, that didn't seem to matter. The air of confidence she had, a strong stance with her chest out. Luke could see the pathetic reflection of himself in her glasses.

Never breaking eye contact Ms. Peach reached forward and cupped Luke's crotch. Her small hands fondling his hard package, measuring it through his clothes.

"Mmmmm~"

"Not bad~"

"Clearly nice and healthy~"

Luke pushed his crotch forward, tantalized by his teacher's advances.

"Do you like that Luke?"

"Yes Ms."

"Good, now listen very carefully." Her hand departed from its incursion. "If you ever want to feel any modicum of pleasure from me again, you will do exactly as I say."

Gulping Luke nodded.

"Good, get on my desk, and on your knees facing me."

Ms. Peach put direction to her words, stepping to the side and pointing to where she wanted him.

"Good, now put your hand behind your head, and lock your fingers together." A guiding tone was what Ms. Peach used, almost akin to what a teacher might use when tutoring a student one to one. "Your arms are never to move from said position unless instructed. No matter how tried they get, no matter what might happens, they are to never move."

"Good now." Placing a hand on Luke's chest. "Head back."

She then cupped his balls, pulling forward. "Crotch out."

Ms. Peach finally stepped back admiring her handy work.

"Good, now." Ms. Peach stepped back in, her small hands fondling Luke's package all over again. "Do you know what position this is called Luke?"

"It is the Present Position, if you are to be mine, only I may give you this order, do you understand?"

"Yes Ms."

The words were almost becoming a montra for Luke, the more he said them, the more his teacher enveloped his crotch.

"When I give you a present order you will do it, without question. Do you understand?"

Zip!

The tantalizing sound of Luke's zipper going down filled his ears.

"Yes Ms."

"It doesn't matter where we are, who we are with, or how I tell you to do it. You will Present to me without question as directed, do you understand?"

"Yes Ms!"

Running her finger up the length of Luke's hard cock, Ms. Peach teased it though his straining boxers. The young man's voice fluctuated and rolled as she hooked her claw into the top of his waste band. The tip of her long pink nails teasing his tip.

Ms. Peach grinned.

Luke crowed when his teacher fully exposed his crotch, his dick standing tall, no shame despite how he felt. His heart was racing! He wanted to run away! He wanted to fuck his Teacher!

And most importantly...

Strange, and random...

A yearning which overpowered all that...

He wanted to please Ms. Peach!

"Mmmmm~"

His teacher's small pale hands wrapped around his member.

"Nice and healthy~"

Luke couldn't help but moan, he never knew a person's hand could feel so good! And he'd had plenty of practice with his own...

Twisting, and turning while it glided up and down his shaft. Her tiny palm rotating atop his tip when she reached the top, smearing up in pre-cum before effortlessly gliding back down.

"I except nothing less either. A vigorous young man should have a vigorous young cock ready to please me at a moments notice."

Suddenly Luke let out slight whimper's mixed into his moans. Ms Peach bring her second hand under his scrotum, her prickly long sharp pink nails tickling his balls like needles as she continued working his cock.

"Yes that's what this nice tool of yours is for, pleasing me. That's it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms."

The montra returned, Luke's moans ringing out his tormentors name.

"From now on no more jerking off, no more fantasies, no more random morning woods. You'll only get hard when I tell you to get hard."

"Yes Ms.~"

"You'll only jerk-off if it pleases me to see you jerk-off."

"Yes Ms~"

Luke could feel the pressure of his balls starting to build. A slite pulse began in his cock.

"That goes for everything Luke! That goes for everything, all your actions from this point on will be to please me. From this point on you will always do as I order."

"Yes Ms!"

"And do you know what will happen if you fail to follow my orders."

There was a studer in Luke's thoughts, he didn't know how to respond.

Slap!

"Ahhhhh!"

Luke let out a long cry, as Ms. Peach's hand rose, laying a slap across his balls and cock in a flash.

"You will be punished!"

Luke couldn't help it. The sudden pain in his most private area triggered his muscle memory, his hands swiftly broke from his head.

Yet his teach, who was by far much more experienced then him, caught what he was doing even before he had and cognition.

Slap!

"I did not give you permission to drop you hands!"

Ms. Peach shot a free hand forward, pushing the panicked young male violently and making him grab onto her arm for balance.

Slap!

"Ms please!"

Her stikes came down in a flurry as Luke waled her name.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Get your hands back up and keep them there!"

Gripping her fist into his uniform shirt to stop him from falling back, Ms. Peach smiled again watching her student comply, tears in his eyes.

"Good, looks like you can follow orders! Now don't you dare move, or will be done even before this started! Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes Ms."

Moving her working hand she out lined his falling dick, semi-hard after her initial ****.

I do love a younger man, all filled with raging hormones.

"But there's another matter."

Ms. Peach's hand creeped back.

"Your erection doesn't give me pleasure."

"Ms. pl-p-please!"

Her hand balled into a fist.

"And I didn't give you permission to get hard either!"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Luke let out a long harsh cry of pain as his teacher's punch solidly connected with his balls.

Grappling his fingers tight into the back of his head his eye's clenched shut. His body wobbled, and tears ran down his face.

But he obayed...

He didn't move...

It hurt...

It hurt so much...

Slight sobs, exited his mouth as he wept.

It was all to much!

What had he gotten himself into?!

But what could he do now...

The blast of emotions was to much, he didn't even notice what Ms. Peach was doing as she took his cage in one hand, and his soft swollen package in the other.

Click!

"Shhhhh~"

A soft small hand caressed his face, joined by words in a soothing voice.

"No need for tears~"

"Shhhh~"

A second hand cupped his other cheek.

"You did it Luke~"

"Shhhhh~"

Then his lips felt wet, and not just because of his tears.

Forcing himself to open his eyes Luke realised why.

Ms. Peach leaning in, had firmly locked her lips against his. It felt good...

It felt amazing!

But why?

Luke left the tears continue down his face, but the more they kissed the more his sobbing slowed, until the only sound which filled the room was the soft wet sound of lips mashing together.

The kiss lasted for a long time, but Ms. Peach broke it, stepping back.

Before her was a red eyed boy properly presented infront of her. His cock locked up in a ugly plastic black cage, and the key to said lock firmly around her neck. Most importantly of all though, was the boys cowed eyes, mixed with fear and a eagerness to please.

"Good Luke, good. You have submitted to me, but you are not mine yet."