There was one more teacher you wanted to see today

You button up your shorts, watching as your cum oozes out of Tomi’s freshly fucked vagina. The hot black girl bites her lower lip as she looks back at you and chews her lip. There’s a new sentence on her arm, written in black permanent marker.

Ryan Ferro’s slut

You smile. She’d more than earned her new title. Now all you need to do is get her tattooed at Amy’s and she’ll be yours forever.

"Tell me honestly, Tomi. Whose cock do you prefer - mine or Ashford’s?"

Tomi blushes and glances over at where Ashford was when Gloria had given him a very literal dressing down.

"Duh. Yours, Ryan. Ashford hasn’t even made me cum. He’s so goddamn pathetic and has no idea how to make a woman happy. No offense, Mrs. Draper.”

“None taken, Tomi,” Gloria says affably. She looks over at you, something flickering in her dark, smoky eyes. She’s been looking at you differently ever since you agreed to go over to her house.

“Sir, may I?”

“Hm?”

The dark-skinned police officer gestures towards Tomi’s pussy. It’s still glistening with Tomi’s arousal and your semen.

“Oh, you want another taste?”

Gloria nods quickly, almost desperately.

“Yes sir. Please.”

“You know I’m going to fill your pussy up with that soon, right?”

“I know. I’m very much looking forward to it, sir.” She licks her lips. “In the meantime though, I’d really like to taste you again.”

“Alright. Go ahead.” Who are you to deny a request by one of your most faithful servants?

Gloria smiles gratefully. She reaches a hand out and scoops a dollop of your cum from Tomi’s folds, smearing her index and middle finger with your milky goo. She faces you and plops her fingers into her mouth. She moans softly as she suckles on them. After a few moments, she takes her fingers out and swallows. You follow the bulge in her throat as she accepts another portion of your load into her stomach.

Gloria spends the next few moments licking her fingers clean.

You return your attention to Tomi. She’s still lying stomach-down on the principal’s desk. It’s about time to get out of here. You want to head over to the tattoo parlor soon and make your ownership over the woman here more permanent.

“You should get dressed, Tomi. We’ve still got a lot to do.”

She nods slowly.

“Okay,” she tries to stand. “Uh, I might need a moment.”

Christine chuckles from behind you.

“Ryan’s cock will have that effect on you,” the blonde cheerleader says.

“Oof. You’re telling me,” Tomi sighs. She sags against the desk. “My god.”

Kelly O’Brien grabs your arm. The love of your life smiles when you turn your attention to her. Her green eyes stare into yours.

“What do you want to do next? Is there anyone else in the school you want to grab before we take everyone to Amy’s?” she asks, leaning against you slightly. You glance downward to drink in the sight of Kelly’s magnificent cleavage. You reach down and cop a feel of both of them. A few days ago Kelly would have slapped you or maybe she’d have just yelled at you and told you never to touch her again. Now, she smiles serenely as if all is right in the world.

“I think we’ve got just about everyone, except…” you trail off. You’d gotten Mrs. Moore, but what about your other hot teacher, Mrs. Layton? That woman was strict as hell and her tests were ****. She’d always been stern and uncompromising, a little bit like Allison now that you think about it, except Allison actually has a sense of humor. You don’t know what happened to Mrs. Layton to give her such a gigantic stick up her ass, but you’ve always fantasized about teaching that bitch a lesson.

“Except who, Ryan?” Kelly asks softly. “We’ll help you get her, whoever she is.”

Gloria and Christine nod along, supporting her. Tomi just moans.

“I was thinking about maybe paying Mrs. Layton a visit. She’s my English teacher.”

Christine smooths out her skirt.

“Mrs. Layton. Are you serious? That bitch has the biggest stick lodged up her ass. She gave me detention for blowing my nose once.” The cheerleader crosses her arms beneath her breasts, squashing them upward into her boob window.

You shrug.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I want her. Along with the fact that she’s got one of the most amazing racks I’ve ever seen. But if you guys think we’d be better off just going to Amy’s and getting you tattooed, we can do that.”

Christine shakes her head.

“It’s up to you, babe. I’m your slut. I basically exist to suck and fuck you and manage all your other sluts. Who else you decide to bring into the fold is kinda above my paygrade.”

Gloria pipes up. “I know Mrs. Layton. Ashford complains about her a lot. Did you know she used to be in the military?”

You shake your head.

“No, I had no idea. That’s pretty interesting, actually. Maybe that’s part of the reason why she’s so strict.”

It actually makes you think. If Mrs. Layton served in the military, she’s had at least some combat training. Andrew’s dad was a Marine. He’d never personally talked about his service with you, but Andrew had spoken about it in great detail. For every infantryman on the front lines, there were supposedly seven or so people supporting them in other roles, and even they went through some training. Someone like that could potentially be very useful to you and yelp supplement the protection provided by Gloria and her deputies once you get around to bringing them into the fold.

“Do you know what branch she served in and what role she had?” you ask.

Gloria purses her lips together and nods.

“She told me she served in the Army for about eight years. She did a tour in Afghanistan and saw some combat. After that, she got married and spent a few more years in the Reserves before being discharged.”

Your eyes widen. Mrs. Layton, an actual combat veteran? You almost can’t believe your luck. Why didn’t she tell anyone she served? She’d definitely have gotten a lot more respect from her students if you’d all known. Whatever. It’s all in the past now. You’ve got to add her to your growing collection of servants. You’ll feel much safer with someone like that watching your back.

Gloria continues, unaware of your thoughts. “A year or so after she got out of the military, her husband passed away. He’d served in the Army as well, but that wasn’t how he died. It was a car accident. A drunk driver crossed a highway median and caused a head-on collision. Can you believe that?”

Gloria’s eyes narrow angrily. You feel a pang of sympathy for Mrs. Layton.

“That sucks.” You bite your lip. You don’t think you’ve ever regretted calling someone a bitch before, but yeah. Now you do.

Gloria folds her hands in front of herself. “It was a pretty grisly scene. I was the one who took her to the morgue to identify the body. What was left of it. That’s how we met originally.”

You shake your head.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Gloria shakes her head and shrugs.

“It’s not your fault, sir. You had nothing to do with it. It’s just… you don’t ever forget something like that.”

Kelly stares at Gloria for a long moment. She nods to herself, seemingly reaching a decision. She walks up to Gloria and wraps her arms around her, hugging her.

“Oh,” Gloria’s eyes widen in surprise, but she hesitantly returns the hug.

“We’ll always be here for you, anytime you need it,” Kelly murmurs softly.

You stare at the two of them. For all your vindictiveness and the desire for power that had come over you like a shroud lately, the sight of two of your women sharing a genuinely touching moment is enough to make your heart swell with warmth.

“Aw, that’s so nice,” Christine says.

Tomi’s watching, too. She’s finally managed to stand up, smiling softly.

You shake your head. Damn girls. They’re making you all mushy.

After Kelly and Gloria finish hugging, you ask Gloria, “Did Mrs. Layton end up moving on? Has she found someone else?”

If she has, you might just leave her alone. Let her enjoy her life. There’s probably thousands of women who’ve had her level of experience and training you can poach from. No need to intrude upon her life while she’s in the process of rebuilding it. It’d feel wrong.

Gloria shakes her head. “No. At least, as far as I’m aware.”

You nod.

“Are you… going to make her yours, sir?” Gloria asks.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should leave her alone. Let her grieve,” you put a hand underneath your chin in a thinking pose.

“What if you helped her move on?” Kelly asks out of the blue.

“What?” you say.

Kelly smiles.

“Mrs. Layton. What if you helped her move on and gave her a better life. I mean, my life’s gotten immeasurably better since I realized I belonged to you. It’s like everything makes sense, you know? Christine. Gloria. Tomi. You all feel the same way, don’t you?” she gestures toward them with her arms.

“Definitely,” Gloria smiles. “I thought I knew what my life meant before today, but Ryan showed me otherwise. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Me too,” Christine says cheerfully. The busty blonde smirks at you. “You fucking rocked my world, Ryan. In more ways than one.”

“Yeah, what Christine said,” Tomi says. The black girl is still naked. She smiles when you look at her, and when your gaze zeroes in on her tits. “You ripped me away from Ashford right in front of him and I loved it. I’m so excited to see what you cook up for me in the future.”

Kelly beams at them. She turns to face you, her emerald eyes burning with unconditional devotion and love for you.

“You see, Master? You’ve changed all of our lives for the better. So if you’re worried about ruining Mrs. Layton’s life somehow, don’t. The moment you write some of those amazing words on her skin, she’ll realize the same things I have. What all of us have. That our lives had less meaning before you made us a part of yours. That’s what makes you special, Master. You’ve helped all of us and you’re too humble and honest to take credit for it. I know you can help Mrs. Layton too if you put your mind to it. I believe in you,” Kelly says. “I believe in you more than anything. More than the air I breathe or the food I eat.”

As you stare at her, you can’t help but be awestruck by her words. And more than a little aroused at the powerful you wield over her as well the level of sheer devotion she’d shown you. There was such passion and sheer belief behind them that even if you hadn’t taken ownership over her, you would have been **** to believe that she believed in every word she was saying. She’d sounded like a religious zealot praising the greatness of her god. And Kelly sees herself as so far beneath you, you might as well be her god for all intents and purposes.

“Okay. We’ll go to talk to Mrs. Layton. If I feel like it, I’ll bring her over to our side. If not, we’ll gather the others and head for Amy’s,” you say.

“Alright, sounds good!” Kelly says. The others nod as well in agreement. It’s almost surreal how none of them batted an eyelash at Kelly’s statements. They fully believe that she belongs to you. That she’s a thing and a person combined. An extension of your will who has no rights whatsoever and is yours to do with as you please. Before today, they’d all been relatively rational people going about their lives. They’d likely have abhorred things like mind control or slavery. Yet, when staring at both in the face, they’d nodded and gone along with it as if Kelly had said the sky was blue. All because they’d read a few words written on her skin.

That’s the power you wield, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever fully come to terms with its implications.

A few minutes later, you’re walking down the hallway. Kelly and Gloria flank you like an honor guard. Their big tits jiggle distractingly as they walk. You have your hands behind them, grabbing their asses. Both women seem to be enjoying it, with Kelly smirking sexily and Gloria gazing at you occasionally through half-lidded eyes.

You’d sent Tomi and Christine off to get their things packed and get ready to leave. You weren’t worried about getting in trouble. A few words to the principal had produced absentee passes for you and your sluts.

You pass the lockers where Ashford had shoved you into a wall. The act had rattled you somewhat; a fact that embarrasses you considering Kelly and your sluts had witnessed the ordeal. After declaring yourself the alpha male in front of your entire class, Ashford had taken the feeling of that away from you, however momentarily. You’d paid him back in spades, but the event had caused you to ask yourself some unpleasant questions. What if Ashford had been a little more angry about you fucking Tomi? What if he'd brought a weapon with him and caused permanent damage? What if, in the future, someone’s husband catches you with their wife and beats you to a pulp before they realized you’d written your name on their skin?

More than anything, you need security. People to follow you wherever you go and ensure your safety and the safety of your servants as well. Gloria fills that role pretty well. She still has her gun holstered at her waist, and will no doubt draw upon anyone who threatens you.

Do you really need Mrs. Layton? Probably not. Like you’d told yourself before, Gloria and her deputies will probably be more than enough to ensure your safety for the immediate future. But you’re greedy and power-hungry. A symptom of having a power so far beyond what anyone’s ever experienced before that it’s a miracle you haven’t gone insane with depravity and upended the power structure of the entire world.

You smile ruefully. There’s time for that, yet.

One of Kelly’s massive tits is squished up against your side. You look over at your best friend's mother to find her green eyes staring lovingly into yours, all of her previous loyalties forgotten.

Will Mrs. Layton look at you the same way if you decide to take her?

"I love you," you tell Kelly.

She beams at you, and you know that in her eyes you can do no wrong. If your power had worked on her and only her, you would have been perfectly content.

"Not nearly as much as I love you, my perfect owner," she whispers back and chews on her lower lip.

Students, particularly the girls, part like the Red Sea before Moses to allow you passage through the hallway. The males stare at the eye candy on each arm, gulping as Kelly's big, barely contained breasts jiggle wildly with her every step. They gape as they behold Gloria’s huge tits wobbling within her unbuttoned uniform shirt, blissfully free of the pesky bra she’d worn earlier. Whenever any of the guys stares too long, Gloria glares at them and they quickly look away.

The door to your English classroom is open, students filing into the classroom to find seating. You disentangle yourself from Kelly and Gloria and walk through the door, the two women following obediently behind you.

Mrs. Pamela Layton looks up from her desk. Olive-skinned, athletic, and statuesque, the woman in her late thirties is incredibly striking as she turns to glance at you. Her slight Asiatic features and her dark, chocolate brown eyes and brown hair betray her mixed Native American-Caucasian heritage. You run your eyes down her body. She's wearing a light summer blouse that struggles to contain her breasts that, while smaller than Allison's, are still rather large. She's wearing a tight pencil skirt that hugs her wide hips and thick thighs.

You step forward, feeling everyone’s eyes on you.

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