You're my Bitch

“No you’re not a dog.” I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “But you are my bitch.” she looked up at me a swallowed. The rest of the day things went by as normal. It wasn’t until she showed up after class that I was worried. She came in and closed the door behind her.

“um...Mr.**** remember what you said to me in class?”

“Oh yeah sorry about that it was just a joke.”

“Oh…” she looked down at her shoes. She seemed disappointed.

“Well, neverm...”

“You felt something when I said it didn’t you? Did you picture yourself obeying my commands? Getting down on all fours in front of everyone and rolling over?” she blushed and looked up at me. I walked to her until i was inches away from her.

“So are you my bitch?”

“I...I…”

“Down girl,” I commanded. She dropped down to her knees and leaned over putting her hands on the ground all while keeping eye contact.

“Good girl,” I said as I patted her on the head.”Now turn around and put your head on the ground.” she did so slowly almost tripping on herself.

“Good girl, this is called presenting and when I say present you will get into this position. Do you understand?”

She looked back up at me with her face to the ground and nodded her head. I got on one knee and lifted up her skirt exposing her white cotton panties. I reached down and ran my finger up and down her crotch until I could see a nice stain appear. She let out a whimper and then a moan.

“So what are you? .” I asked as my fingers slipped past her panties and made contact with her moist flesh.

“aahhh...I’m your bitch.”