She-Male School: A Teacher Seduced

I noticed the fact she said 'Mistress' and not 'Headmistress'. I stammered, my mind reeling from the domino of oddities, "Y-y-yes."

"I will check if she is ready to meet with you," Amanda said, standing up, leaving my story up on the screen as she disappeared.

The coincidences were getting to close to home and I now assumed they knew I was 'the' Jasmine Walker?' Yet, the more I pondered it while I waited the more I figured it just didn't seem possible. I had been very protective of my identity and why would they hire me if they did know the truth? Yet, Alexis called me by my Literotica pseudonym the first day we met and now Amanda had a story about me as a submissive lesbian was all a little too much of a coincidence.

Amanda came out smiling and said, "She will see you now, Ms. Jasmine."

I walked in the room a bundle of anxiety desperate to make sure my crazy fears were just that...crazy fears.

Like the last time I was in her office, her legs were on her desk, although this time she had thigh high black boots on that somehow made her look even more powerful.

"Take a seat, Ms. Jasmine," Alexis greeted, her tone giving away nothing.

"Yes, ma'am," I obeyed, moving to the chair across from her desk.

The Headmistress opened with a surprise. "Jasmine, remember our first conversation? I didn't get to finish telling you the real reason you were hired. Your compassion for students and your vast academic past were impressive, but there are tons of qualified teachers who have similar experience as you?"

Her statement confused me even more. The first half was the reason I assumed I was hired and yet she was clearly implying that was not why I was hired.

"Then why was I hired?" I asked, my insecurity suddenly bubbling to the surface, desperately trying to ignore the Headmistress's knee high black boots.

"Shoot, please hold onto that question for a moment," Alexis said, pressing her intercom button. "Amanda, please come in here now."

"Yes, Mistress Alexis," Amanda's voice replied through the intercom, before joining us in the office a brief moment later.

"These boots are killing me, please take them off for me," Alexis ordered.

I thought it was a strange request, but I watched in intrigued voyeuristic awe.

As Amanda unzipped the first boot, Alexis explained, "I got these new boots, but I think I may have gotten them a size to small. Senator Smith bought them for me while I was in Washington."

"They are very nice," I said, as I imagined the two powerful women shopping, my thoughts briefly going to the gutter as I imagined the Senator on her knees between Alexis' legs.

"I know, but I have never worn boots before. They take a while to get used to" Alexis explained, as the first boot slipped off her foot.

I couldn't help but take a look at her stocking-clad foot and her perfectly painted toenails, so close to me, suddenly forgetting my predicament, my hunger to submit suddenly taking control...again.

As the second boot was taken off, Alexis cursed, "Ah shit, there is a run in my pantyhose. Go get me a new pair, Amanda."

"Of course," Amanda replied, immediately leaving to retrieve another pair of pantyhose as ordered.

"There is nothing worse than a run in your pantyhose," the beautiful woman said.

I joked, "Other than world poverty."

"Well yes, obviously after world poverty," she joked back.

I was slowly getting more relaxed as I realized if she was going to fire me it would already have happened by now.

Amanda returned with a package of pantyhose and Alexis stood up and in one quick motion, she tore off her pantyhose. Alexis sat back down and I watched as Amanda fell to her knees and slowly put the new pantyhose on her boss. I could only see the top of Amanda's head from my chair and again imagined Alexis having her pussy pleasured by the pretty blonde.

Alexis continued talking as if it was normal to have another woman put pantyhose on her. "So where were we?"

"The real reason I was hired," I reminded her, curious where she was going with that statement before the boot situation.

"Right," Alexis smiled, "just one more moment." Suddenly she stood up, turned around so her back was facing me as Amanda pulled the pantyhose up her boss's legs. I got a good look at her red panties that seemed to match perfectly her painted toenails.

"Thanks my dear," Alexis said, turning back around and returning to her chair.

"It was my pleasure," Amanda replied, although she was looking directly at me.

"Ok, back to our conversation," Alexis continued, as she returned her stocking-clad feet to her desk, again a constant distraction to my crazy fetish mind.

"Y-y-yes," I stammered, distracted.

"You love pantyhose don't you?" Alexis asked, wiggling her toes.

"I do find them s-s-sexy," I admitted, memorized by her toes.

"Go ahead," she said.

"Go ahead, what?" I asked, confused.

"Massage my feet," she offered, shocking me.

I didn't say a word, surprised by what she just said.

"You can't resist, Jasmine. Your eyes don't lie," she assessed correctly.

"I-I-I should get back to work," I stammered, the temptation to obey becoming increasingly tempting.

"You are working," she said.

"Pardon?" I asked, unable to not take another glance at her legs and feet.

Her tone shifted slightly, "Look Jasmine I know everything about you."

My eyes went big as all my earlier worries bubbled to the surface.

"You have a stocking fetish, particularly stocking-clad feet and even more particularly stocking-clad toes, am I correct?"

"How do you...." I began.

"Answer the question," Alexis interrupted her tone suddenly authoritative.

"Yes?" I admitted in a whisper, unable to make eye contact.

"My feet, Jasmine, they need attention. Start with a nice massage, my pet," she ordered, before adding, stressing each word, "my pet teacher."

My red face went another shade darker at her referencing a story I had wrote about a submissive teacher becoming a submissive pet to a strong-willed seductive student. I knew I should protest, I knew from years of writing about submissive characters that once you obeyed even the tiniest trivial order of intimacy the fall was inevitable. Yet her words seemed logical, like it was what I was meant to do...to obey her commands. Still avoiding eye contact, I moved to her desk, and took her foot in my hands.

"Good girl," Alex purred.

The pantyhose were so silky smooth that I felt my pussy tingling the moment I touched her foot. I gently rubbed her foot as she continued talking. "As I was saying Jasmine, I know everything about you. I know you are submissive for example and have been sexually lost since your husband left you. To fill the emptiness of your sexual hunger, you started writing out your naughty submission fantasies," she revealed yet another bombshell of her knowledge of me.

I tried not to react as I continued rubbing her beautiful nylon covered foot trying to figure out how she found out.

As if reading my mind, she said, "I bet you are wondering how I know that you write under the pseudonym of Jasmine Walker."

I nodded.

"I expect you to look at me when you answer me, is that clear?" she asked, her tone implying there was only one answer to the question.

I looked at her and answered, purposely avoiding any terms that would increase her power, "Yes."

"Good girl, Jasmine," she said, her voice sweet again.

"Well, after you spoke at the conference I thought you were interesting and I wanted to talk to you about your assessment ideas," she began, as I continued massaging her silky foot.

"Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance that day, but as fate would have it you were at the airport in the Internet cafe when I was grabbing a mocha, do you remember what you were doing?"

I flashed back and recalled that I had arrived extra early and was editing an updated version of my story Spanked to Submission as I fixed a bunch of errors from the original release suggested by my new and thorough editor MAB7991. "Yeah, I was doing some editing."

"Yes, a story I have read online and enjoyed immensely. Actually, it gave me some great ideas to use myself," she complimented, before ordering, "Other foot, my pet."

I obeyed and continued the submissive task as she continued, "It was a BDSM interracial story that was full of naughtiness. I recall even a scene where a phone is used to get the submissive pet off. Have you ever done that, Jasmine?"

"No, ma'am," I answered and then cursed myself for using the word ma'am.

"Well, it was an intriguing idea but not overly useful at this school," she said, which was odd. I assumed she meant because they were students, but the true reality would not be revealed yet.

I remained silent massaging her stocking-clad foot like a servant as I tried to figure out what was really happening.

"So why did I hire you then, you are probably asking yourself," she said, again reading my mind.

'Yes, dammit I wanted to scream', but instead answered, "I thought I knew that answer."

My insecure tone must have been obvious as she said, trying to build me back up, "Oh Jasmine, your education background played a key role in your hiring, as did your passion for student learning and your creative style of teaching, but besides all those great assets you are the complete package of what we were looking for here."

"The complete package," I asked, oblivious to her full intent.

"Yes. After reading your whole online catalogue of erotica I was confident I knew you and how you would be a perfect addition to my school," she continued.

"I-I-I don't understand. You hired me knowing I write porn," I asked.

"Porn? God, no. You don't write porn, porn is wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am crap. No you write deeply developed, believable erotica that brings out the inner slut in everyone," she complimented.

"Thanks," I said, bewildered by just how odd this conversation was, as was what I was currently doing.

"You are welcome my pet," she smiled. "So, I was confident that you would be the complete package for our school."

"I still don't understand," I said.

"It's 11:30," she announced out of the blue.

"Yes, it is," I agreed, looking at her clock.

"I need to quickly send a text," she said, grabbing her phone.

"Ok," I said, moving my hand to her calf.

A few seconds later my phone buzzed.

"You should check that in case it is Ms. Penelope," Alexis suggested.

Reluctantly, I let go of Alexis's perfect legs and reached for my phone. Grabbing it, I saw an unknown number from this area code. Assuming it was Ms. Penelope I clicked on the message.

My pet,
It is time for the orgasmic bliss I promised. Fall to your knees instantly and crawl to your Mistress. Mistress Alexis!

I dropped my phone as the waterfalls of reality cascaded through me. MistressA was Headmistress Alexis. My face flushed, my head got light and instead of obeying I passed out from the shock of the stunning revelation.

When I came to, I was on the couch still in Alexis's office and she was standing above me with a glass of water. "Drink up, my pet."

I took the water and shot the whole glass as my surreal last twenty-four hours continued.

"Have you heard of the story of Hermaphroditus?" she asked.

I shook my head no.

"Well in Greek mythology he is the child of the Gods Hermes and Aphrodite. He-she was a two-sexed being that historically has been portrayed as a female figure with male genitals, what we could label now as intersex, transgendered or she-male. Regardless the term used, today's society, and history itself, has mostly condemned them as blasphemies of nature. Ironically, the mixtures of masculine and feminine qualities were perceived as a scared symbol of marriage when two become one. Anyway, the point my pet is that she-males have always been judged based on things out of their control, their genetic DNA, and thus this school was created as a safe haven for them."

Suddenly it was like the sun came out from behind a dark ominous cloud and I saw the light. I asked, confirming my clarity, "All my students are she-males?"

"Yes, my pet," she smiled, joining me on the couch, her hand slowly caressing my legs.

"And all the alumni?" I continued.

"Yes?" she smiled gently.

"You too?" I questioned, although I already knew the answer.

"Again, yes," she confirmed, before adding, "Your Mistress has a cock."

Hearing your boss use the word 'cock' was strange and yet during this surreal moment it was just a natural progression.

"Are all the teachers?" I asked, the only thing I wasn't sure of.

"No, we have a strict no she-male teacher rule," she said, her hand sliding under my skirt.

"So, w-w-why me?" I questioned, as I eagerly anticipated her touch.

"As I said you are the complete package," Alexis said, adding, "Did you obey my order?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, covering my mouth when I realized I had declared my submissiveness to her.

"It's ok, my pet. I am your Mistress, it was meant to be when I realized who you were at the airport," she continued, her finger touching my wet crotch through my pantyhose.

"I still don't understand," I said, desperate to understand why me.

"You are a great teacher, open-minded, dedicated, beautiful and submissive," she said, before adding as she flicked my clit, "and someone who would fit in perfectly in my school."

I let out a low moan at having my clit touched.

"On your knees, my pet, it is time to make all my promises come true," Alexis ordered, standing up.

I didn't hesitate as I slid off the couch and onto my knees.

"Good girl," she purred. "You see usually by now I would have done a very thorough inspection of one of my students."

"Y-y-you have sex with them?" I asked, once again surprised.

"You must understand Jasmine the benefits of being a member of our secret she-male society. Once you are in you are in for life, but like a sorority undying loyalty is critical. Their senior meeting, once they have officially turned 18, is where they submit to me unconditionally and become an official member of the secret society of the she-male sisterhood for life," Alexis explained.

She looked down at me from her position of power and asked, "Are you ready to join the sisterhood, Jasmine?"

I walked into the room expecting to get fired and was now about to declare my loyalty to a secret sisterhood...it obviously had been a strange last twenty-four hours. I answered, like a good submissive, "Yes, Mistress."

"Bow down to your Mistress and kiss my feet," she ordered.

I bent down and kissed each of her ten toes individually.

"Your cunt must be soaking wet," Alexis predicted correctly.

"I am leaking into my pantyhose," I admitted.

"Do you want to see my cock?" she asked.

Looking up into her eyes, hungry to be sucking her cock, dying to be fucked by her cock, I honestly answered, "Desperately."

"It's been a while since you had a nice big cock in you," she questioned.

"Since college," I smiled, my ex-husband not really having been blessed in the size department.

"Well, then you must be famished," she again correctly assessed.

"I'm a woman who has been in the desert of denial for many years, Mistress," I replied.

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her firm package barely being held in by her panties, the black pantyhose showcasing her cock so beautifully.

"Go ahead, retrieve my cock," she ordered.

Wanting to be mysterious and intriguing myself, I didn't go directly to her very appetizing cock, but instead extended my tongue and slowly slithered up her silky leg to her crotch. I put my mouth directly on her cock and blew warm air onto her stiffness. I felt it flinch in its restrictive shell and smiled as I moved away from her cock, slithering down her other leg.

"You naughty little cock-tease," Alexis purred, "I am going to make you pay for that my slut."

Being called a slut was a surprise, yet the gush into my pantyhose betrayed any hint that I was offended. I moved back to her cock, my hands trembling, I pulled her pantyhose down, followed by her underwear and unleashed the biggest cock I had ever seen in person. It was over nine inches erect and ready.

"You like my cock, my pet?" Alexis asked, her tone implying she knew the answer.

"It is so huge," I said, in awe of it as I put my left hand around it.

"Show me how much you like it, Jasmine," Alexis instructed.

I obeyed, my mouth watering in anticipation. I opened my mouth and took her mushroom top in my mouth. I used my tongue teasingly as I swirled around and around clockwise, bathing her cockhead.

"You are a natural little cocksucker, aren't you Jasmine?" she moaned.

I moaned in agreement on her cock, creating slight vibrations that were meant to tease. I wanted to give her the best flow job ever, to prove my worth to her and thus did my special saliva trick. I created an abundance of wetness in my mouth which created a whirlpool effect on her cock (my ex-bastard loved it and I hoped she would too).

"Oh, my, that feels soooo good, my pet," she teased, her fingers in my hair, her tone sounding pleasantly surprised.

I continued my unique style as I ever so slowly began taking more of her cock in my mouth. I wasn't convinced I could get all nine inches in, it was twice the size of my husband's pathetic cock, but I was sure going to try.

"Fuuuck, I clearly made a good choice hiring you," Alexis said as I took over two-thirds of her rock hard perfection in my mouth the head now teasing the entrance to my throat.

I again moaned in agreement, as I continued my determination to deep throat my first ever she-male cock.

As if reading my mind, she purred, "You want it all, don't you my little cocksucking teacher?"

I took her cock out briefly to move my jaw and answered, "Yes, Mistress, I want all of you in my mouth."

"And cunt?" she questioned.

"Fuck, yes," I replied, my pussy again gushing at the thought.

"And how about your ass, my pet? Is that mine, too?" she asked.

"It has been years, Mistress, but I am your pet so you know what is best for me," I answered, like a good submissive.

"That sounds like a line out of one of your stories," she smiled, pulling me up and kissing me hard.

Breaking the kiss, she asked, her hand going under my skirt and directly to my wet, needy pussy, "Is reality as good as fantasy, my pet?"

"Aaaah, yes," I babbled.

"You are soaking wet, my slut? Why?" she asked, wanting me to say it.

"Years of fantasy becoming reality, becoming the submissive I've longed to be, a lengthy dry spell and, of course, your big cock," I answered.

"Ready for my big cock, Jasmine?" she asked.

"Ready and willing," I whimpered, her finger putting pressure on my pussy lips through my sheer pantyhose.

"Now bend over my desk, my pet," she ordered.

I scurried a little too eagerly to her desk, lifted up my skirt and bent over.

"So fucking eager just as I anticipated when I hired you," she said, sauntering over to me, her big fuck stick swaying in the wind.

I wanted her in me more than I had ever wanted anyone in me before.

Reaching me, she pulled my pantyhose down and rubbed her cock up and down my ass crack. I was praying she wasn't going to take my ass, at least not now and was thankful when I felt her cock touch my pussy lips. She leaned over me and asked, "Ready for me to make my earlier e-mail promises come true."

"Yeeeeeees," I moaned, her cock between my pussy lips but not yet in me.