Blackmailing Ms. Samson

That night you make Ms. Samson 6'0" tall, with thick, luscious blonde hair, you expand her breasts to firm C cups, and expand her hips and butt a but but make them firm. You also put it in her mind that no man has ever satisfied her, and also give her a secret, unfulfilled wish to be dominated, degraded, and humiliated in private. You make her ashamed of the porno she did since she was **** for money and make her worried that if anyone found out, she would be fired and never work again. Finally, you make sure she will be at school an hour early tomorrow morning to get ahead on her lesson plans for the week.

The next day, you arrive at school early with your DVD. You head to Ms. Samson's room and walk in, shutting the door behind you.

"What the hell?" she says as she sees you. She's wearing black slacks and a short sleeve white sweater that shows off her firm rack nicely. "You can't just walk in her like this!"

"Oh, yeah?" you say, "well I was up early making a back of copy of some porn I found staring some blonde named Delilah, and I thought I'd share it with you as you two look a LOT alike!"

Ms. Samson's eyes grow wide and her mouth drops open. "You didn't!" She stammers.

"Oh, but I did. Would you like me to show this on the school monitor system?"

"NO!" she blurts out. She stands up. The slacks are just tight enough to exentuate her curves. "Please, I'll do anything!" she says.

With a few thoughts, Ms. Samson finds you extremely sexy, and her desire to be dominated, humiliated, and degraded finds its way to the forefront of her mind. "Anything?" you ask.

"Yes, anything!" she says. She walks over to you and looks you in the eye. She licks her lips, "anything!"

"OK, let's see if you mean it. Pull your slacks and your panties to your knees. Walk over to your desk and put your hands on it."

Ms. Samson blushes, but does as she is told as her breathing grew heavy. After her pants and panties are down, she hobbles to her desk, bends over, and puts her hands on it.

Sending a wave of sexual pleasure through her, you walk over to her desk. "Close your eyes," you command, and she does so. "Hold still," you say. You start to smack her ass, and with each smack, she gets hornier and hornier. After her ass is pink, you say, "Now turn around, cluck like a chicken and flap your arms," you say thinking of the silliest but also degrading act you can think of.

In a moment, Ms. Samson is clucking like a chicken and flapping her arms while trying to strut with her pants and panties around her knees. Chuckling to yourself, you bring her to the edge of orgasm as this private humiliation and degradation and her total submission to you really turn her on. She is cumming and panting between clucks.

You are ready to explode yourself.