Whatever Ms. Tyler wants

She'd done nothing but torment you all through school. She was entitled and mean and she viewed you as a belonging more than a person. But she was also sexy as hell. She was commanding and confident, and when you obeyed, she treated you rather well.

Maybe she'd beaten you into submission over the years, or maybe you yearned for her approval. You weren't entirely sure, but you instinctively knew that denying her made your life worse. So, you did the only thing you knew to do.

You dropped to your knees and looked up at her: "Alison, I am so sorry for cheating on you with Tegan. She's a home wrecking whore and I don't even love her. She's nothing compared to you, so please, let me fuck you and be yours again!" You couldn't believe you'd managed to **** out the words, but you did. And the smirk on her face was all the proof you needed that you'd done all.

"You're such a good boy for me." She leaned against her desk and smiled. "You deserve a treat. But, first, make me cum, pet." She spread her legs. "I'll even give you a bit of a show." Alison took off her top, revealing her naked chest to you. It was just as perfect as you'd imagined! You felt your erection strain against your pants. She noticed, too.

"Strip for me, pet. I want to see the cock that I own. I want to see you hard for me and only for me," she commanded. You complied with no hesitation. Your obedience was guaranteed when it came to her.

It felt... good. Submitting to her felt natural. It always had. That was the real reason you always did what she said. Not just because you feared the consequences, but because submitting felt good.

Back when you dated Siri, you ran away from submission. It reminded you too much of Alison. But here, being **** to confront your submissive nature. Now, in front of you, sat this woman— no, goddess, with her legs spread, pussy waiting. You didn't need to be told what to do. You naturally crawled towards her and put your face between her legs.