She-Male School: A Teacher Seduced

"Well, good night," I said, deciding to get out of her room before Sarah's prediction from earlier became true.

"You can COME by to visit anytime you want," Nicole purred, not even remotely hiding her flirtatious innuendo.

Lisa, Nicole's roommate, walked in and gave a look of amusement. "Oh hi, Ms. Jasmine."

"Hi, Lisa. I was just leaving," I replied.

"Oh, because I can give you two alone time if you need to talk about anything," Lisa smiled.

My face flushed as I stammered, rattled by all the implied innuendo, "N-n-no, I was just finishing my rounds."

"Ok," Lisa shrugged.

Nicole purred, "Sweet dreams, Ms. Jasmine."

"You too," I absurdly replied and left.

Fifteen minutes later I was in my room and checking my e-mail. There was no e-mail from MistressA which was actually rather disappointing, but there was an intriguing new e-mail from a reader.

From: TransNikki
To: silkstockingslover
Literotica: feedback for

Ma'am,
I really have enjoyed all your stories and your underlying theme of submission, particularly submission of older woman to younger, even more particularly teacher to student. Your vivid details and character development makes for authentic reading and makes me wonder about your sexuality (are you domme or submissive for example, although I think I know).

My real reason for writing though is three-fold:
1. To let you know how much I enjoy your writing
2. Hopefully to get to know you better
3. Lastly, to request you write a type of story you have never written before.

If interested, please get back to me by e-mail or on yahoo at the same e-mail address. I will be on for a while.

TransNikki

Many fans request stories and I write some as time permits and if it turns me on. Stories like Deconstructing the Professor, Spanked to Submission, "Oh" Submissive Town, Sorority Submission and Hot Tub Fuck Machine were all requests from fans to name a few. Her vague hint had me curious and I was pretty wired after my brief conversation with Nicole so I logged into yahoo and clicked on her username.

Nylon_lover69: Hi, Nikki it is silkstockingslover
TransNikki: Hi...<blush> I was hoping but not expecting you to reply. You must get many fan e-mails.
Nylon_lover69: Some days I do, usually on the day a story is released, but your request for a story had me curious.
TransNikki: Cool! Are your stories true?
Nylon_lover69: Sadly, mostly no. They are fantasies of mine mostly, although A Night of Unconditional Surrender is mostly true
TransNikki: So you write instead of do?
Nylon_lover69: I suppose. I am a teacher and thus making fantasy a reality is rather difficult.
TransNikki: What do you teach?
Nylon_lover69: high school
TransNikki: it must be hard resisting the temptations of all those boys and girls
Nylon_lover69: don't even get me started <blush>
TransNikki: So I don't mean to be blunt, but I assume you are submissive
Nylon_lover69: mostly yes...what do u do for a living?
TransNikki: I am in high school
Nylon_lover69: Oh god...
TransNikki: Don't worry, I am 18...19 in a couple of months
Nylon_lover69: Ok
TransNikki: So do you ever fantasize about your students?
Nylon_lover69: Usually not...once you get to know them they become students and nothing more
TransNikki: Always?
Nylon_lover69: Usually
TransNikki: Do you always wear nylons?
Nylon_lover69: Usually
TransNikki: me too...I think they give me a sense of POWER
Nylon_lover69: Me too, plus my legs are my best asset and I like to showcase them which nylons do.
TransNikki: We think alike. So I have a story idea for you
Nylon_lover69: Share away
TransNikki: Well, have you ever met a transgendered person?

At first I thought what an odd question, but then realized her username implied she was transgendered.

Nylon_lover69: I don't think so
TransNikki: How would you know?
Nylon_lover69: Good point.
TransNikki: I am transgendered, or t-girl or a she-male or the more crude term chick with a dick
Nylon_lover69: Well I don't judge
TransNikki: That is exactly why I choose to ask you to write my story idea
Nylon_lover69: which is?
TransNikki: a story of a teacher who is seduced and then dommed by her beautiful she-male student completely unaware that she has a penis
Nylon_lover69: Interesting...
TransNikki: the teacher is bi-curious, but unable to cross that ethical line with a student nor can she cross the society expectation line of a lesbian affair

It was like she was describing me.

Nylon_lover69: Sounds like me
TransNikki: Exactly what I thought from reading your stories. But imagine if you did cross that ethical line and the girl had a penis
Nylon_lover69: Wow
TransNikki: a big hard penis
Nylon_lover69: double wow
TransNikki: will you write it?
Nylon_lover69: I can try, the idea is unique and something different for me
TransNikki: exactly and yet fits into your style of writing
Nylon_lover69: true
TransNikki: can I be the main character?
Nylon_lover69: sure
TransNikki: and can you be the teacher?
Nylon_lover69: I guess
TransNikki: Yummy...
Nylon_lover69: tell me about yourself
TransNikki: I have red hair, green eyes, 36c breasts and a nine inch member
Nylon_lover69: No?!?!?!
TransNikki: Yes!!!!
Nylon_lover69: And you have used it?
TransNikki: Almost every day for quite some time
Nylon_lover69: Wow
TransNikki: So you will write it?
Nylon_lover69: Yes...an idea is already forming
TransNikki: Awesome...
Nylon_lover69: but I need to hit the hay it has been a long day
TransNikki: Mine was LONG and HARD
Nylon_lover69: U r so bad
TransNikki: if u only knew!
Nylon_lover69: Good night, I will e-mail u a draft once I write it
TransNikki: Please do...good night and do me a favor
Nylon_lover69: sure
TransNikki: masturbate about being seduced by a girl with a lovely nine inch cock
Nylon_lover69: I don't think that will be a problem
TransNikki: good night, my pet

Her reference to me being her pet surprised me and had my pussy tingling with needy attention.

Nylon_lover69: Good night Ms. Nikki

I logged out and saw there was another e-mail from MistressA.

From: MistressA
To: Jasmine Walker
Cum 4 Me Now!!!

Slut Jasmine
As soon as you get this, grab something to fuck your tight little cunt, it can't be a toy, and come like the submissive little slut you are.

YOUR MISTRESS

I gasped at the aggressive sentence and task and yet the wetness in my pantyhose liked the suggestion.

I quickly went to the fridge, opened it up and pulled out a long, thick cucumber. I scurried to my couch, my need to obey and come controlling me, and pulled my pantyhose down and began rubbing the cucumber up and down my wet pussy lips. In one quick swoosh I slid the thick green vegetable fuck-toy inside my wanton pussy. Closing my eyes, I pumped the hard perfect green cock in and out if me like a hungry slut and allowed my fantasies to run wild.

Nicole walked out of the shower in her robe and said, "What can I do for you, Ms. Jasmine?"

"Oh, I was just doing my nightly curfew rounds," I said, walking casually into the steamy bathroom, which was empty.

"You are very thorough, Ms. Jasmine," Nicole said.

"Well, I take pride in my work," I replied, realizing immediately it sounded pretentious.

"Hmmmmm, is that so?" she responded playfully, allowing her robe to drop to the floor as she added, "Let's see just how thoroughly you suck cock."

I stared at her nine inch penis saluting me where a vagina should be.

"Y-y-you have a penis," I stammered shocked, but unable to tear my eyes away from the most beautiful penis I had ever seen.

"It's a cock, Ms. Jasmine. A big hard cock that has your mouth watering, doesn't it?" she confidently assessed.

"Well, I, um, should go," I babbled, although my legs refused to move.

"Or you could stay, get on your knees, crawl over here and suck my cock like we both know you want to do," she countered, smiling.

She was right. I loved sucking cock, I loved the power I had over a man when his member was in my mouth. I controlled his pleasure. I also loved the feeling of being told what to do. Combine that with the fact I had not had sex with anyone in over two years, I was an easy target. My pussy was on fire, my mouth was drooling, and my submissive nature was dying to break out. My last weak resistance was, "but I am your teacher."

"My pet teacher," she purred, before adding, "now crawl over here, and worship your Mistress's cock."

Being called her pet only enhanced my desire to submit as did the blunt reality that I indeed wanted her to be my mistress. I felt myself falling to my knees. I crawled robotically to her big cock and looked up from my submissive position.

"Go ahead my pet, take your Mistress's cock in your cocksucking mouth," she ordered, tapping her cock onto my lips.

I obeyed, opening my mouth and taking her huge member between my lips.

The sordid submission was too much and I came like Niagara Falls all over the cucumber. I continued pumping it in and out of my cunt throughout my orgasm that I never wanted to end. As soon as my orgasm subsided as always I felt guilt and that feeling led to a sense of shame.

Unfortunately, the pleasure pulses eventually came to an end and I pulled the now a little less hard cucumber out of my cunt and tossed it in the garbage.

I returned to my computer and quickly typed an e-mail to my online Mistress.

From: Jasmine Walker
To: MistressA
Re: Cum 4 Me Now!!!

MistressA
I obeyed your command, I used a cucumber from the fridge and fucked myself to an earth-shattering orgasm. It has completely wiped me out.

I will check my e-mail in the morning for any further tasks from you.

Good night your obedient pet Jaz

I shut my computer down, walked to my bedroom and collapsed into my bed...diving into slumber in seconds.


7. THE POWER (HISTORICALLY SPEAKING)

The next morning after showering, I checked my e-mail and was excited to find e-mails from both MistressA and TransNikki.

I clicked on MistressA first.

From: MistressA
To: Jasmine Walker
Orgasm Control

Good girl my pet. A cucumber was a delicious substitute.

Now in order to train you properly, you must learn orgasm control. Thus, you will not be allowed to come until Friday at 11:25.

MistressA

Usually such a task would be no big deal, I could go a few days without pleasuring myself. But this recent onslaught of sexual innuendo had really revved up my sexual appetite and this task would be difficult. I also wondered if she meant AM or PM, but figured it didn't really matter at this moment.

I replied.

From: Jasmine Walker
To: MistressA
Re: Orgasm Control

MistressA
I will obey.
Your eager submissive
Jasmine

It was bizarre, but putting the words and obedience out there, I suddenly felt more free, which was odd considering I was doing as I was told from a complete stranger.

I clicked on the email from TransNikki which included attachments.

From: TransNikki
To: Jasmine Walker
To motivate my pet

My pet teacher,
You want to be my pet teacher, don't you Jasmine?

Attached are a few pictures of me so you know I am real.

The first one is of my cock hard and ready for your mouth, or pussy or ass (have you ever had a cock in your ass, pet teacher?).

The second photo is off me in a dress I wore at wedding of my aunt this summer. You can see my long beautiful legs in black pantyhose and heels.

The third photo is of my feet, toenails painted red, also from this summer, as I assume you have a foot fetish based on your many stocking-clad foot references in your stories.

The forth picture is also from the wedding. The girl was a bridesmaid who got more than she bargained for when she hit on me at the reception dinner. Doesn't she look adorable with a mouthful of cock? I bet you would look equally adorable with a mouthful of my cock.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy your day, my pictures and are ready to be the pet teacher you have written about in so many of your stories.

Your Mistress to be Nikki

My pussy was tingling already, the earlier promise to MistressA now seeming very inconvenient; I clicked on the first picture. I was now staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. Like in my fantasy fuck session last night, I could feel my mouth watering and wishing I could submit to it. After saving the picture to my hard drive, I clicked on the second picture. Unfortunately, it was only from the waist down but her legs looked absolutely delicious. The third pic of her toes was also tantalizing and had me wanting to touch myself, but I refrained....always being one to keep any promise or commitment I made. Lastly, I clicked on the last picture and my jaw dropped open. A pretty blonde, probably in her mid-twenties in a green dress, was on her knees and had half of Nikki's cock in her mouth. Nikki's red dress was lifted up and her black pantyhose were down to her ankles. Again, the photo was from the waist down, but curiously the photo was taken from far enough away there was no way it could have been taken by Nikki herself.

I saved the last three pictures and replied to Nikki's e-mail, realizing I had to start getting ready for work soon.

From: Jasmine Walker
To: TransNikki
Re: To motivate my pet

WOW! WOW! Did I mention...WOW!!!!!

I am literally in awe of your beautiful bottom half...ass, legs and cock. I am not sure I would be able to resist the temptation if you were my student!!!!!

I will start the story as time permits, a dozen ideas are bouncing around in my head.

Your very motivated pet,
Jasmine

I closed my computer without reading any of my other e-mails and headed for breakfast.

.....

Today it was in History class when the sexual innuendos started flowing. The discussion was what defines power in today's world. It started as a military discussion through history with the Romans, Vikings, Turks, British, French, Russians and Americans being talked about as powerful at one time. Yet, it was Hua, my Chinese student, that pointed out that in 2013 it is economy that matters and not military.

This led to a lengthy, intriguing discussion over whether the military powers that still ran the UN were actually relevant. Clearly superpowers like Britain and France had faded over the years and the fall of Communism in Russia had weakened its power and the global recession had greatly hindered the once dominant United States. So who was a world power now was when the discussion got heated.

Arguments arose over what country was most powerful in 2013. Hua argued China had a strong military, a stable economy and the population to thrive, while Priya pointed out that India also has a large population, economy and isn't communist.

Lisa argued that the British empire never died but was still a powerful economic country because of its vast alliances in the commonwealth, while Kala pointed out that although Canada's population is tiny and it's army inconsequential in terms of power (although she argued it played a key role in the UN as a mediator) it had a vast, diverse economy that could withstand the global recession better than most.

Reiko pointed out that Japan has just silently kept on producing consumer goods immune to the ups and downs of the stock markets.

Erin pointed out that even in a recession, the United States has the greatest global impact on economy, military, entertainment and is the only 21st century world power that still remains.

Finally, as usual, Nicole spoke. "This debate is futile. This discussion is all glorified, yet delusional, nationalistic patriotism, which is so World War One. Half of China lives in fear, half of India's jobs are from outsourcing, Britain hasn't been relevant in decades, Canada is like our 51st state, we just let them think they are a country and Japan doesn't even have a military it is defended by America. That said, America is in similar turmoil as we have lost our identity as half the country supports Obama, while the other half resents him. Again, nationalism is deceiving in that people are blind to their countries flaws or dirty little secrets and focus instead on their glory days. But the truth is countries don't matter. What matters is money and who has it controls everybody and everything. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer and the middle class bounces around like a buoy on a stormy day."

I asked, curious by her theory, "So you are saying politicians don't matter, the rich CEO's do?"

"Exactly. The rich control the price of oil, the rich allowed the market to crash, the rich control the government," Nicole continued.

"What do you think of Nicole's theory, Hua?" I asked, Hua who had come out of her shy shell and being the most defensive about her country.

"Nicole is right," Hua replied avoiding eye contact, suddenly back to her shy self.

"How about you Kala?" I asked.

"Nicole is right," Kala repeated Hua's three word answer.

"Well, Nicole you seem to be very persuasive," I said, although it was obvious that there was an unwritten rule that you didn't question your President, or maybe it was you didn't question Nicole. Either way, it was obvious who ran the senior class.

She shrugged, "I have been told that before."

The bell rang and I pondered the unique dynamics of the senior class where it seemed nationalities didn't matter, only power did and Nicole clearly had the power.

.....

In English class, Christine was called down for her visit with the Headmistress and like all the others came back to class face flushed as if she had just ran a marathon. I was dying to know what transpired during these sessions and decided to question Christine after class.

"Christine, could you stay a moment," I asked.

"Of course, Ms. Jasmine," she agreed.

After the rest of the class left for lunch, I asked, "If you don't mind me asking, you seem a little out of sorts after you returned to class, are you ok?"

"Never better," Christine replied.

"Can I ask what you and Headmistress Alexis discussed?" I queried.

"Everything. Headmistress Alexis is very thorough," she answered, with an odd smile.

"How so?" I asked, trying to get past the vague cryptic answers.

"She has got to know me inside and out," the Australian answered, again giving me no real explanation.

Trying to get any sort of inside information I said, "I was worried you were not feeling well. You returned to class all flushed."

"Oh, Headmistress Alexis had me sweating," Christine said, as she stood up. "Is that all, Ms. Jasmine."

Giving up, I said, "Yes, yes, you may go."

After she left, I sat at my desk, curious what could possibly be happening to have the girl's come back so red faced. Not knowing I would find out for myself in a couple of days.

.....

The rest of the day flew by and I spent the evening starting my she-male story. I only got a few pages written as I spent time researching the concept of transgender, intersex and she-males. The more I read, the more complex the issue became and my head was spinning. In the end, I decided to stick with she-male as my story focus, ignoring the Biology aspect.