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 DISCLAIMER

   This story and others from this author should only be enjoyed in a
responsible manner.  If you find yourself wanting to enact anything in
these stories, or feel that you might develop a fetish, please do not read
any further.  Sex addiction is a very real problem, and the author does not
wish to encourage this kind of behavior

   DESCRIPTION

   After a recent transfer to an inner-city school, Janet is shocked at her
students' behavior.  Having lost control of the classroom, Janet stumbles
upon a bdsm-website, which gives her the inspiration to transform herself
into a dominatrix.  Using her newfound persona, Janet specifically targets
a student in need of submission training.

   Story codes: mF, Fdom, bd, oral, F-solo



   Teacher's Pet

   "Enough, Isabel!" Janet yelled.  She was at the end of her wits.

   "Mrooowww" Isabel howled.  The black and ash-colored cat was standing at
the window sill, howling for the whole neighborhood to hear.  She had been
doing this for almost a week now.

   Janet stomped over to the window, and Isabel promptly jumped onto the
floor and ran away.  After closing the window angrily, Janet couldn't find
the cat anywhere.

   *Damn cat,* she thought.  *Should've had her spayed.*

   Janet was easily upset these days, what with her recent job transfer
from Holy Rosary School to East Central High.  She was still trying to
figure out what went wrong at HRS to make them close down so quickly,
because she didn't believe it was financial.

   Like some sort of professional sports league, Janet felt ushered towards
a history teacher position at the East Central High School, as if she was a
free agent signing with another team.  Holy Rosary School handled the
negotiations for all of their teachers, but Janet couldn't believe she was
placed at East Central High.  From everything she had heard, that place was
a nightmare.

   And so now, only 2 weeks into the new school year, Janet had learned
that everything she heard about the school was true.  East Central High was
definitely inner city, with a wide diversity of ethnicities represented. 
Unfortunately for Janet, the stereotypes of these inner city public schools
were also entirely true- the students were unmotivated, disruptive,
disrespectful, and potentially dangerous.  Every day, she heard about a
fight happening at the school.

   Also unfortunately for Janet, the administration was not very helpful at
all.  Although there was a police officer on duty during school hours, the
school had no security, so students were able to get away with a lot.

   *If only I could go back to Holy Rosary,* Janet thought.  As a private
Catholic school, Holy Rosary was the opposite of East Central High. 
Students were expected to behave in class, and there was a zero tolerance
policy on physical assaults.  The administration was firm, keeping order in
every department of the school.  Although expectations were also high for
teachers, Janet had built a good reputation over her short 3 year tenure
there as a bright and energetic history teacher.  Janet loved to give
lectures from the global history curriculum, which spanned the end of the
Roman Empire to the Cold War.  Her favorite stories were the ones about
Napoleon Bonaparte, King Louis XIV, and Frederick the Great.

   As part of the new school year, Janet had to quickly move from her
previous apartment in the suburbs to one much closer to the city.  She had
found a relatively safe one that allowed pets, which was good for her and
Isabel.  Janet was 28, single, and wondering why life was going so wrong
for her.  Janet went to bed hoping that tomorrow would be better than
today.

   Since the very first class she taught, Janet felt disrespected. 
Students were much more likely to talk and socialize than to participate in
class.  They often had their phones out, and Janet used to ask the students
to put them away.  Eventually she realized that the students were hiding
the phones so she couldn't see them, and there was no point in interrupting
her class to get their attention anyway.  Only a few students would take
notes, so it felt like she was talking to herself half the time.

   And the comments these students were making were totally unacceptable.
The boys' language was lewd, like they were trying to impress the girls of
the class.  The girls seemed to love drama, being confrontational with her
and the other students.

   Janet's new assignment at East Central included 4 class periods of
Global History, with about 30 students to each class.  The class size was
especially problematic for Janet because she spent much of her time
babysitting the students instead of teaching.  As a result, she never got
through everything she wanted to.  She felt frustrated teaching each of her
classes, and the frustrations were starting to break through her calm
outward demeanor.

   Janet was teaching her third Global History class today, which was her
worst class.  They had just gotten to the Italian Renaissance after
struggling with earlier topics about the Roman Empire, Charlemagne, and the
Middle Ages.  Janet was having the students write notes on their study
guides while she explained the Medici family "The Medici's were a powerful
family that operated in Florence during the Italian Renaissance.  Their
rise to fame came through what financial means?" Janet was hoping for a
student to respond, but saw no one would.  She had tried the long awkward
silence strategy with this class before, but she didn't have time to coerce
class participation anymore.

   "Through banking, mostly" Janet finished.  "They used their profits from
the wool industry to start the Medici bank, and their wealth allowed them
to gain political power in the 15th century.  In fact, the Medici's
produced--" Janet was interrupted by a loud groan from one of the students,
Antoine.  A few students laughed at this, but Janet was not amused.

   *Don't give them the attention,* she thought.  "The Medici's were
responsible for no less than four popes from 1513 until 1605.  Through
their wealth, the Medici's were also able--"

   "So boring" Antoine dramatized.  There was less laughter this time.

   "Antoine, please keep your comments to yourself" Janet replied.  She
wasn't in the mood to acquiesce today.  Janet didn't hear an immediate
replay, so she continued, "They were also--"

   "Bitch" Antoine muttered under his breath.  It was loud enough that
Janet heard it, and most of the class heard it too.  There was dead
silence.

   "Excuse me?" Janet replied, accusingly.

   "You heard me...bitch.  This class is a joke." Janet felt humiliated and
angry all at the same time, and struggled to find something to say. 
Antoine lounged back in his chair, as if to assert himself more.

   "Antoine, you can't talk to me like that...Report to the principal's
office, immediately." Janet trying to appear as confident as possible, but
inside she was feeling shaken up.

   "You know what I think of that?" Antoine asked.  He threw a pencil at
Janet, which she reflexively tried to dodge, but was hit in the shoulder.
The pencil didn't hurt Janet, but she was in shock.

   Antoine leaned forward in his seat, "Naw, you can't make me do nuthin'.
Aint nobody wanna listen to you talk.  Nobody gives a shit.  Just sit yo
ass down, bitch." A whoop came from a girl in the class, then another
responded, "fight, fight, fight, fight." Janet felt everyone's eyes on her,
and then the tears welled up in her eyes.  She was not prepared to handle
this kind of emotional stress, they didn't teach her how to handle these
situations.

   A piece of crumpled up paper flew next to her head, narrowly missing
her. She didn't see who threw it, but knew based on the students reactions
that it was Jason in the back row.  The near-miss brought her back to
reality- *I can't call officer Jones, he won't do anything.*

   Janet went behind her desk to the wall where the phone was.  While
dialing the number for security, she felt the paper balls being thrown at
her from what seemed like the whole class.  She curled up around the phone
and tried to focus on talking to the other person on the line.

   *Just the receptionist?  Shit.* "STOP" she yelled at the class, to no
avail.  Students were now getting out of their seats, either socializing or
trying to bean her with more paper.  Janet was panicking now, yelling into
the phone for security to come to her room.  When she heard the
receptionist tell her that the officer would be on his way, she hung up.

   After what seemed like an hour of waiting, Officer Jones walked into the
room and all the students scrambled back to their seats.

   "What seems to be the problem here?" he asked in a booming voice.  He
looked at Janet.

   "The students are out of control, Mr.  Jones" Janet said, exasperated.
She pointed to Antoine, "This one here is the one who started it.  I asked
him to report to the principal's, and he threw a pen at me!"

   Officer Jones turned to Antoine and asked him, "Is this true, son?"

   Antoine looked surprisingly calm, "Naw.  She's lyin'.  She's always
tryin' to pin shit on me.  I didn't do nuthin'."

   "Alright", Officer Jones said, "we need to straighten this out at my
office.  Either you come with me now, or I report you to the principal."

   "Shit, whatever.  I didn't wanna be here anyways", Antoine said to the
class with a smile on his face.  Some of his classmates laughed.

   *Finally,* Janet thought.  Officer Jones waited for Antoine to grab his
stuff, then proceeded out the door with him.  Antoine gave Janet a wink as
he left.

   It's just a game for him, she realized.  He doesn't care about the
consequences.  But he'll get what he deserves.  Janet saw that there were
only 5 minutes left in class, so she told the students to silently read for
the remainder of the class period.

   Janet was able to get through her last teaching class; albeit with some
pretty uncomfortable questions from the students- "Did you put Antoine in
jail?" "I heard Antoine hit you with a pencil, is that true?" "Did the cop
take him away?"

   When Janet refused to indulge the students' curiosity, they went back to
their regular inattentiveness.  Just like before, Janet could not get any
class participation, and only a few students were writing any notes.  And
just like almost every other class she taught, Janet was constantly
reminding students to put their phones away and pay attention.

   *Why do I even bother?  They won't learn anything anyways.* It was after
class was over when Janet received a phone call from Officer Jones, asking
her to come down to the security office.  *That little shit is going to get
what he deserves.* Janet was not accustomed to swearing, even in her mind,
but this was a special case.

   Janet gave her account of what happened, and finished by telling Officer
Jones that she was considering pressing charges.  Jones stopped his typing
and gave her a look- "You might want to talk to Principal Witwer about
that." From that look, somehow Janet knew that she was not going to enjoy
the next conversation-

   "What do you mean he only gets detention?" Janet asked Principal Witwer.
"He insulted me, then assaulted me.  Me.  His teacher!" Principal Witwer
raised his hands palm up, as if to say that there was nothing he could do.

   "I understand how you feel, Ms.  Ansley.  But at Central High we don't
like to suspend our students.  It leads to more problems than it's worth."

   "I can't believe this.  At Holy Rosary, that student would've been
kicked out of school so quick, his head would spin."

   "Ms.  Ansley, with all due respect, this is not a Catholic school.  We
don't have the luxury of teaching the county's most behaved students.  We
make do with what we have, and we try to keep the kids off the streets as
much as we can.  If it means giving more detention and very little
suspensions, we do it.  I'm sure you'll understand." Janet could tell from
his tone that Principal Witwer was not pleased about having his school
judged from something like her.  But she didn't give a damn, either.

   "Oh, so the students run this school?  I see now.  I understand how this
works." Principal Witwer gave her a serious look.

   "Ms.  Ansley, I don't appreciate your tone.  Mr.  Johnson will receive
one day of afterschool detention, and that is final.  If you don't like it,
I suggest you start looking for another job.  Good day" Prinicpal Witwer
finished.  He put his glasses on and proceeded to read from a stack of
papers on his desk.

   Janet's anger lasted until about 5 pm, when she arrived home to find
Isabel pacing on the carpet.

   "You waiting for me, Izzy?" Janet said.  Isabel meowed, and then started
walking towards the kitchen, looking back to make sure Janet would come to
feed her.  Janet poured Isabel's food into the cat bowl, then knelt down to
pet her as she ate.  It was a good thing for Janet that Isabel was there,
because it allowed Janet to express herself to something.

   "Oh Isabel, what am I going to do?" The cat continued to feed, showing
no indication that it heard her.

   "I'm not cut out for this job" Janet said, bringing tears to her eyes.
If this is how it was after only two weeks, she could only imagine what two
months would feel like.  It was only a matter of time before more students
would learn to act like Antoine, and she would lose control of her class
completely.  Just then, Janet felt lonely.  Although Isabel was here, she
couldn't comfort Janet like she needed right now.  Janet needed someone who
she could talk to, someone who would hold her tight and tell her what to
do. Someone who could release this stress she had...

   Janet left Isabel at the cat dish and walked over to the desk where her
computer was at.  She realized she needed a release from the frustration of
her job, and she had the tools to do it herself.

   Janet turned on her computer as she looked around in the drawers.  Her
mind was getting excited at the prospect of sexual release as she fumbled
around for the vibrator she kept here.  It had been a long time since Janet
had masturbated, about 3 years in fact.  That was when she was in her final
year of the master's program, living with a couple roommates.  The vibrator
was Chrissy's idea to make Janet more relaxed, to loosen her up.  It worked
well back then, and Janet wanted it to work now.

   But Janet also had to get herself into the mood, too, so she tried to
think of something to search for online.  At first she thought about just
Googling the word "porn", but that was too simple.  She was out of practice
masturbating, and since this was the first time in 3 years, she wanted it
to be good.

   *A theme?* She thought.  *But what would I enjoy watching?* Random ideas
of pornos she'd heard of were popping in her head- lesbian, softcore, BDSM.

   *BDSM.  Huh, that would be new.*

   Janet proceeded to search for BDSM, or Bondage Dominance Submission
Masochism.  It was totally unlike her to be interested in this genre, which
was famous for its whips, leather clothing, and chains.  She was a former
teacher of Holy Rosary, after all.  Janet found a website that caught her
eye, and clicked on it.  Before long, she started watching a porn video
with a beautiful redheaded mistress named Miss Bianca on it.  She looked so
sexy with the black shiny leather against her pale white skin, and the
flaming red hair made her look dangerous.  She was berating a man,
insulting him over and over, and the man took it in stride.  In fact, the
man was totally submissive to her, as evidenced by him licking her boot on
her command.

   *Wow, I wish real life were like this,* Janet wondered, *imagine if a
woman could hold this kind of control.*

   Janet continued to watch with fascination as Miss Bianca forced the man
to do shameful acts- licking her boot, crawling on his knees, barking like
a dog.  Janet continued to watch for 5 minutes, amazed at how these people
were acting, when she felt her own desire building.

   Janet quickly ran to the door and windows, making sure that no one would
disturb her or know what she was doing.  Isabel was standing in the kitchen
doorway, watching her with curiosity.

   "Not now" Janet said to Isabel.  Isabel was swaying her tail from side
to side.

   Janet brought her laptop and vibrator to her bedroom, and placed both on
the bed.  She zipped down her work pants, and jumped into bed with her
panties on.

   While watching the video, Janet inserted the vibrator (now vibrating)
into her pussy.  The pleasing vibration in her vagina felt new, like she
was awakening another part of her...  a more animalistic part, something
with a sexual hunger she had forgotten over the years.

   Miss Bianca had commanded the man to strip naked, and the man's junk was
fully engorged.

   *So he likes it then.*

   Janet imagined herself as Miss Bianca, issuing commands to the man to
better humiliate him.  Miss Bianca was so powerful, and Janet wanted to be
that way too.

   Eventually Miss Bianca had the man's four limbs tied up to the corners
of a bed, his eyes blindfolded.  Miss Bianca tortured the man with whips,
forcing him to say whatever she wanted.  Who owns you?  Janet repeated in
her head.  The man whimpered a "you do, Miss Bianca".

   *That's right.  You're just a sniveling little maggot, not even worthy
to lick my boot.* Janet wanted to know what she would force him to do now.

   *Suck my clit, you little worm.  You will stop when I tell you to.*
Janet closed her eyes, imagining the man servicing her.  *Oh fuck that
feels good, Janet thought.  Keep sucking you piece of garbage.*

   The video continued like this for another 5 minutes, and eventually even
Miss Bianca lost control of herself, moaning from the pleasure of oral sex.
The moaning only served to spur Janet's own lust, seducing her to buck her
hips against the vibrator in her hands.

   Janet never noticed the video ending, but continued to imagine herself
in the position of the dominatrix.

   *Service me, you little bitch.  Service your mistress, Miss Ansley.  Oh,
yeah.  Keep going you worm.  Suck my clit and don't stop.  Ah...  ah.*

   "Uuuhhhh" Janet gasped in orgasm.  She felt her vaginal muscles
contracting chaotically as the vibrator filled her mind with rapture.  She
still imagined herself as the dominatrix, orgasming into the man's face,
suffocating it with her sex.

   *This is me now,* she thought when she opened her eyes.  *Mistress
Ansley.*

   Janet was an average 5'6'', 140 pounds.  She had short brunette hair
that reached her neck, and pale green eyes.  There was nothing remarkable
about her face- she just looked like any other woman approaching 30 years
old.  She didn't work out much, so she didn't have any tone to her stomach
or arms, but she also wasn't overweight, either.  Her chest wasn't all that
small at a 34C, however her professional attire never brought any untoward
attention to that area.

   On this day, however, Janet was planning something different for her
outfit.  Instead of the usual neutral-colored professional blouse (tucked,
of course) with over jacket and dress pants, Janet picked through her
closet to find something sexier- a tight-fitting silver dress that came
down to her lower thigh.  The dress was nearly sleeveless, save for a laced
pattern that covered her shoulders and neckline.  By adding one of her
light-colored bras with the padding on the sides, she was able to bring her
boobs closer together and create some eye-catching cleavage.  Noticing that
her belly strained a little against the dress, she put on a corset to
smooth over her torso.

   Janet decided on pink lipstick, with mascara for her lashes.  She
straightened her brunette hair, which closely framed her face and covered
her ears.

   So as not to draw too much attention outside the classroom, Janet wore a
white 2-button blazer on top of her dress.  The blazer was a little big on
her, so it hid some of her curves.  She also wore some leather clogs
outside of class.

   Janet arrived late to her first class after her students had already sat
down, which must've seemed odd to them.  Janet was always punctual.  As
usual, the students were busy talking amongst themselves and weren't ready
to start class.  Janet used to stand in front of them and wait for them to
quiet down, but this failed within the first week.

   "Quiet down!" she yelled.  Usually she only used this volume when she
was panicking, and it had some effect on the students.  She could tell that
some of them were staring at her outfit.  She still had her jacket on,
though.  "Everyone put your cell phones on your desk, where I can see
them!" She waited until everyone cooperated.

   "Today I am going to teach you something different, something you will
appreciate.  You will not need to take notes, only listen." Janet looked
everyone in the eye for greater effect, putting on an air of poise similar
to Miss Bianca.

   "Today we are going to learn about Empress Theodora, leader of the
Byzantine Empire.  Theodora grew up in a brothel, and learned the tricks of
the prostitution trade at a young age." Janet unbuttoned her jacket,
revealing her lace-outline cleavage for everyone to see.  No one else was
talking now.

   "Theodora was a gorgeous young woman who was skilled in dance and
seduction, making her a popular girl with the Byzantine men-"

   "Mmm, I bet" one of the male students said, breaking some of the
tension. Janet looked straight at Michael, who was smiling.  Instead of
reacting to the obvious innuendo towards her, she took it in stride.  *I
will make an example out of him.*

   Janet walked over to an empty desk in front of Michael, and put her bag
on the floor.

   "Theodora was an excellent actress as well, combining her sexuality and
stagecraft to attract her male customers at the shows.  Afterwards," Janet
said, taking her shoes off, "she would take them backstage for sex." Janet
placed the black leather high heels on the floor, and slipped her feet
inside them.  Standing straight up, she now appeared a couple inches
taller.

   "And how do you know all this, Miss Ansley?" Michael asked.  She could
tell he was getting excited.

   "Sexual women have always been the ones to make history" she said,
walking down the desk row.  She was doing her best to imitate Miss Bianca's
attitude by keeping her head (chin tilted up) in line with her spine,
shoulders rolled back.  Her heels clicked on the tile floor.

   She stopped at Michael's desk, "no more questions" she sternly replied.
She waited a couple seconds, then slowly twirled around to walk back to the
front of the class.

   "Theodora was aware of her sexuality, and used her beauty and art to
capture the heart of Justinian, who was heir to the Byzantine throne.  They
say that Justinian fell in love with her after seeing her dance, but an old
Constantine law prevented royalty from marrying an actress.  So when
Justinian became the emperor of his uncle's empire, he abolished the law
and married Theodora.  Theodora, once a prostitute turning tricks with her
sister, became the most powerful woman in the world."

   Janet paced from one end of the class to the other, letting her heels
take effect on the students.

   "Theodora was not only beautiful and seductive, she was also cold and
powerful.  During the Nika riots in 532, rival factions within the capital
set buildings on fire and named Hypatius the new emperor.  A mob formed
outside the palace, and the men inside, including Justinian, wanted to
run." Janet looked over the male students, "The men were afraid.  The men
wanted to abandon the palace.  They didn't deserve to have their power. 
They didn't deserve to rule" Janet said, looking at Michael.  There was no
smart aleck response this time.  Janet could tell that her students were
captivated by her story.

   "But Theodora, she didn't want to give up that power she earned.  When
the council of men were seated around her, wanting to leave the palace for
safety, she lectured them about their duty.  Theodora explained how she
would take command of the situation, and stay in the palace.  She commanded
the men to stay at their posts and to die, if necessary, to protect her."
Janet noticed one of the male students, Hector, was spread-eagled in his
chair.  I wonder if he's erect, Janet thought.  She made eye contact with
him, and proceeded to slowly walk towards him.  Click, click.

   "The men were overcome by Theodora's commanding presence, and her
sensuality", Janet was now standing over Hector, who slinked down a little
more in his chair.

   "Do you know what they did next?" she politely asked Hector.  She put
her hand on his desk and leaned on it, revealing more of her cleavage to
him.

   Hector shook his head side to side, watching her intently.

   "They obeyed.  She commanded them, and they obeyed her." Janet saw
Hector squirming in his chair, clearly uncomfortable with her emphasis on
"obey".  Janet kept the eye contact a little longer, then walked back to
the front of the class.

   "The men were so aroused by her actions that they took what weapons they
had, and proceeded to attack the mob that threatened Theodora." Janet was
looking for her next male victim.  She saw Michael knocking his legs
together.  *I know his cock is erect.* She started walking over to him, and
saw him tense up.

   "Just like the men she seduced as a prostitute, she found she could
command the obedience of the men around her, breaking their wills", she was
now at Michael's desk, but he continued to swing his legs together.  *Not
in my classroom.*

   Janet leaned over and put her hand on Michael's leg, halting it
immediately.  She locked eyes with him.

   "The men she commanded killed 30,000 insurgents, including Hypatius. 
The rebellion was put down, like a dog by its master."

   Janet continued to extol the power and strength of Theodora, as well as
many other sexually-manipulative women, including Cleopatra and Elizabeth
I. She told the story of how Cleopatra seduced Caesar by emerging from a
rolled carpet, half-naked, taking him to bed that night.  Janet also
explained how Elizabeth I used her moniker as the "virgin queen" to
tantalize potential male suiters from other nations.

   When the bell rang, all her students were suddenly awakened to reality,
like they had been in a dream for 40 minutes.  She watched them all leave,
looking them all in the eye before they left.  *Well that got their
attention,* after they all left.  She went to put on her regular shoes and
over jacket while judging how her performance went.  *Not bad, but what
else would Miss Bianca do?* She wondered.

   Janet tweaked on her performance for her second class, adding in more
teasing.  She watched the students with interest as she absentmindedly
traced along her neckline several times, or when she widened her eyes at a
particular student.  She had the same effect as before, bringing several
male students to "attention", and commanding her audience's complete
interest.  She hit a road block with her third class, and yet again, it was
Antoine causing trouble "What's with the get up, Ansley?  You workin' the
streets after school?" Several students laughed.

   *What would Miss Bianca do?*

   "Antoine, you've earned yourself another after-school detention.  Do you
want me to call Officer Jones again?" She continued before he could
respond, "Then let me finish my class.  Go on your phone, I don't care what
you do anymore."

   Janet toned down her presentation for the rest of the class, having had
her confidence shaken.  Her performance for the fourth class wasn't as good
either, since the thought of Antoine's brazenness still bothered her.

   Janet made the necessary arrangements for Antoine to receive
after-school detention, and strategized on how to break him.  *He's already
directly opposed me in class.  The incident yesterday showed that.  So now
he won't give in to blatant seduction, realizing that it's still a part of
this power struggle we have.  I have to try a different tactic, and without
him knowing it.  That son of a bitch will pay for his disrespect.*

   Janet was waiting for Antoine at the detention center, and he walked in
with a smug smile on his face.

   "Sup Ansley?" he said.

   "Can we go to my office to talk?" Janet pleaded with Antoine.  He was
surprised at her tone, but seemed to revel in her demure demeanor.

   Janet walked ahead of Antoine, and could feel his eyes on her backside.
*Pig.* When they reached her office, she closed the door and locked it.

   "Please, sit down" she said in a soft tone.  She waited for him to sit
first, then sat in her leather-backed chair.

   "I wanted to talk to you about our relationship" Janet said.

   "Relationship?" Antoine asked, quizzically.

   "Yes, our relationship.  You see, I'm used to getting my own way, used
to being in charge", Janet said.  There was concern in her voice, and she
avoided Antoine's eyes.

   "But now I've lost control of the classroom...  and I can't teach my
students anymore." Antoine was still trying to figure out where this was
all going, but he liked what he heard.

   "Well Ansley, it's like this- none of us students want to be told what
to do.  We don't go to school to follow rules.  I don't know where you
from, but at this school, we just tryin' to get by.  Don't nobody want to
be here." While he was talking, Janet removed her jacket, showing off the
top part of her dress.  He definitely glanced at her rack when she did so.

   "I see" Janet said, "so is there anything I can do?"

   "Naw, just let us be" Antoine replied, stealing another glance.  "Don't
be tellin' us what to do and whatnot.  Like I said, don't nobody want to be
here."

   "Alright, Antoine.  I see the students are in charge here.  I won't keep
you too long, either.  Have to make appearances, you know?" Antoine nodded
his head.

   Janet paused in thought- "Can we be real for a minute, woman to man?"
she blurted out.

   "Sure" Antoine said.  Janet stood up from her chair, and walked around
her desk with her high heels on.  She leaned against the front of the desk,
legs pointed towards Antoine.  He was trying to hide his confusion.

   Janet looked up at the ceiling, and took a deep sigh, jiggling her
chest. She knew where Antoine was looking.

   "I don't know how to say this, Antoine, but I've been feeling repressed
recently.  Like I can't express myself, the way I want to be.  You know
what I mean?"

   "Uh, sure" he replied.  He definitely didn't.

   "The past couple weeks, I've tried living my life like I'm still at Holy
Rosary, my old school.  We have to talk a certain way, dress a certain way,
and act a certain way." Janet was crossing her arms underneath her boobs.

   "But now that I'm here, I see all the students doing what they, saying
what they want, fucking whoever they want." Antoine couldn't believe he was
hearing his teacher swear like that.

   "Do you have any girlfriends, Antoine?" Janet blurted out.  Once again,
Antoine couldn't believe what he was hearing.

   "Yeah, a few" he responded slyly.

   "That's good, Antoine.  It must feel so good to fuck whoever you want,
no consequences.  I wish I could do that." Janet put her hands on either
side of her, on the desk.

   "Between you and me, that's why I'm dressed like this" Janet said,
staring down her dress.  Her head was still tilted down when she looked up
at Antoine, catching him looking her over.  His eyes quickly went to hers.

   "It's okay to look, Antoine.  I want you to.  That's why I wore this
dress today.  For you to look at it." Janet smiled.

   "Do you like how my boobs look in this dress?" she asked, leaning over
for Antoine to see.  He seemed to like what he saw, and his legs widened
apart.  She spoke before he could say something "It's okay, you don't have
to say anything." Janet lifted her leg up, pointing her high heel towards
Antoine.

   "I think the two of us can be close friends, would you like that?" she
said coyly.

   "W-what about your job, Miss Ansley?" Antoine asked.  He coughed to get
his voice back.

   "What nobody knows, no one will care about.  Besides, I'm ready to take
some risks and enjoy life.  Isn't that what you do?" Antoine nodded his
head.

   "Good.  I think we can make this work, and help each other out.  I'd
like to continue this new person I am, and dressing the way I am now.  You
wouldn't mind if I dressed slutty in class, would you?"

   "Nah, go right ahead.  I kind of like the new you."

   Janet beamed with delight, "I do too.  It gives me confidence and makes
class much more interesting.  In return, I can give you a passing grade in
my class.  The only problem is, we would have to make it look like you
weren't being helped.  Hmmm"

   Janet jumped off the desk, "I know!" She stepped towards Antoine, in
between his legs.  "I can have you come in for tutoring after school, right
here in my office.  But it wouldn't really be tutoring" Janet insinuated.
Antoine smirked.

   "I've never had a black man before", Janet said in a husky voice.  "I
hear they're big.  Maybe we can do some role-playing after school tomorrow.
Would you like that?" she asked.

   Antoine's tone was more subdued, "Yes, ma'am."

   "Call me `Miss Ansley'".  Janet nodded for him to respond.

   "Yes, Miss Ansley" he said.  Janet smiled again, and looked down at his
crotch.

   "Looks like you're ready to go right now" Janet said, spreading her legs
against the inside of his.  "But let's pick this up again tomorrow."
Antoine didn't seem to have any complaints there.  Janet walked to the door
and opened it.  "I'll see you in class tomorrow" she sternly told him.  He
took the hint and got up from the chair, making his exit.  Time to do a
little research, Janet thought, packing up her laptop before driving home.

   When she arrived home, Janet noted the hole in the screen of her outside
window, but never noticed that Isabel was missing.

   The next day was a Friday, and Janet knew the staff at East Central
wouldn't be in their offices after school.  This allowed her to plan a
special get together with Antoine.

   To step things up a notch during class, Janet wore her sexiest outfit- a
body-tight black midi dress with plunging neckline.  Once again, she wore a
padded bra that brought her breasts together.  She kept the same hair style
as before, with the straightened look, but accentuated her brunette color
with red hair coloring throughout.  Besides the hair color, Janet also
bought new black eyeliner and volumizing mascara.  The finishing touch was
a fire-hydrant red lipstick.

   The transformation for Janet could not be more complete.  During class,
she was the master of her classroom, acting as cock-tease for the boys and
a role model for the girls.  Every single student of hers was at attention,
and would nervously answer questions when called on.

   In fact, Janet wondered if the boys liked to be singled out and given
one-on-one attention during class, or if it was too awkward for them.  She
was becoming skilled at judging her students' character, and practiced this
by provoking the students with her powerful presence.  During one of the
classes, she asked a student a simple question, but the student became
apoplectic and could not answer.  Definitely submissive.

   She certainly gave her boys a show, with her tight cleavage easily
revealed under the black dress she wore.  She was learning how to work her
chest, popping it out for greater effect.  Sometimes she would stretch and
pretend not to notice the stares she got, but really she was timing their
reactions and guessing their level of interest.  She made it a point to
lean over a couple male students from each class, delighting in the
discomfort they exhibited through their averted eyes and stiff posture.

   For the women, Janet guessed that her performance mixed with the subject
material was pleasantly empowering to them.  Janet doled out discipline for
the boys, and encouragement for the girls.  The girls seemed to take to her
leadership very quickly, and didn't see her as a threat.  There were a few
lesbians in the group, too, which Janet discovered occasionally in her
lecture.  Janet had reached near-total domination of her classes, and her
students were now calling her, "Miss Ansley".  The only problem student she
had was Antoine, but that would be fixed soon enough.

   Knock, knock

   "Come in" Janet said.  Antoine entered her office for more tutoring
after school.  As she predicted, no one else was in their office. 
*Slackers,* she thought.

   "Have a seat" she commanded.  As she locked the door behind him, Janet
noticed that Antoine wasn't comfortable with her tone.  I'll need to pull
that side out of him.  She waited for him to sit down first, then walked to
the front of her desk.  She leaned against the desk, hands on the edge.

   "If we're going to do this, if I'm going to risk my job, then there
needs to be some rules.  First of all, you can't tell anyone about us- not
your friends, not your girlfriends, not your family.  This relationship
will only work if there is trust.  I need to have your word that you will
never tell another soul about this.  Deal?"

   "Yeah, sure.  Whatever you want" he replied.  He was trying to hide it,
but Antoine was getting excited.  He probably figured they were going to
fuck any second now.

   "Second, we go at my pace.  You will be teased, and sometimes feel
humiliated, but you will accept it nonetheless.  I promise it will be worth
it." Antoine nodded his consent.

   "Third, and this is very important- you are not to have sex, or even
ejaculate, unless it is with me.  That means no side chicks, no
masturbating." Janet put her hands on Antoine's leg, spreading them apart.

   "I promised to give you the release you need" she said, kneeling in
between his legs.  Antoine stared at her cleavage for a long second before
looking back at her.

   "Do we have a deal?" she asked him.  She noticed a slight bulge in his
pants, and made it's presence known by nodding towards it.  "It looks like
he's ready."

   "I don't know about that last part" Antoine said.  Janet had to become
dominant.

   "Miss Ansley" she corrected.  "Look into my eyes and address me
correctly" she commanded.  She opened her eyes more to bring more intensity
to them, and stood up.  She leaned towards him, bringing her head above his
and her breasts at eye level.

   "I will make it worth your while.  Every day after school, you will come
to my office.  Do we have a deal?" She imagined herself the snake,
mesmerizing her prey.  This was a test of wills.

   "Yes, Miss Ansley" Antoine replied.  Janet leaned back, "Good.  It
pleases me to hear you say that, and to address me properly." Janet turned
back towards the desk, and bent over it.  Resting her head on a bent arm,
she turned to address Antoine"You like what you see?  Hmmm?  You'd love to
fuck me over this desk right now, wouldn't you?" Janet asked, as she
tightened her ass cheeks.

   "Yes ma'am, Miss Ansley" Antoine responded, starting to move.

   "Nuh-uh.  Stay in your seat, Mr.  Johnson." Antoine complied.  "When you
are in my presence, you will learn self-discipline.  You are not to touch
me at any point, unless I allow it.  Do you understand?"

   Antoine responded after a pause, "Yes Miss Ansley".

   "Good.  You listen very well.  Tell me, are you fully aroused yet?"

   "Yeah".  Janet gave him a look.  "Yes, Miss Ansley" he amended.

   "Very good.  You are never to touch your cock at any point, unless you
are told to do so.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Miss Ansley" he answered.  He still didn't seem completely sold on
this, though.

   "Very good.  In order to bring you to greater orgasm, I will take away
your other senses.  I will blindfold you now.  Close your eyes and don't
move." Janet waited-"respond".

   Antoine gave a dejected, "Yes, Miss Ansley".  Janet took the black
bandana from her desk, and wrapped it around Antoine's eyes.  "Don't move"
she commanded him.

   Janet then unzipped his jeans, and saw him swallow in anticipation. 
Carefully, she reached under her desk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
She had to do this next part delicately.  "To help you restrain from
touching yourself, I will keep your arms behind your back.  Reach behind
the chair with your arms, and put your palms together." Janet felt like she
was slowly caging an animal, and thought of a different strategySlowly,
Janet pulled her dress up so she could straddle Antoine's lap.  Doing so
elicited a soft moan from Antoine, who seemed to mentally struggle with the
idea of keeping his hands off of Janet.  Janet put her chest on Antoine's,
giving her the room and leverage to guide his arms behind him.  Antoine
shivered, which felt like submission to her.

   Janet locked Antoine's wrists together, then proceeded to tie his ankles
to the front chair legs with silk rope.  It was now impossible for Antoine
to get out.

   "Very good, now you won't disobey me and give in to your animal
instincts." Antoine jerked his head to the side in confusion.

   "From now on, you will call me Mistress Ansley.  Say it"

   "Uh, Mistress Ansley" he responded.

   Janet reached inside his pants, and grabbed his cock and balls.  Antoine
gasped.

   "Say it like you mean it" Janet gritted.

   "Mistress Ansley" Antoine said more firmly.

   "Good.  From now on, I own your cock.  I own your body.  I own your
mind. Whatever I say, you do, without question.  Understood?" She clenched
his man parts a little tighter.

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley" he said anxiously.

   "Good" Janet repeated, releasing her grip, "I am your master, and you
will do as I say, without thought." She pulled his erect penis out, and
pulled his pants down below his ass.  It certainly looked fully erect to
Janet, who examined it like it was some toy.  *He's a good size, but I'm
not interested in this.* She stood up.

   Still holding his cock in her hand, Janet needed to reinforce her
dominance in his mind- "Your cock longs for me, it longs to be controlled
by my commands.  It responds to my sensuality, to my dominance." Janet
knelt down, bringing her face closer to his manhood.  "You will obey me"
she spoke to his member.  She unfurled the foreskin to reveal the penis
glans.  "You will follow my commands, without question." She could feel his
heartbeat in her hand- "You long to be dominated by me, by Mistress
Ansley." Still grabbing his cock, she spoke to Antoine's face- "Say it"

   Antoine gulped before answering, "I long to be dominated by you,
Mistress Ansley."

   "Very good, my pet.  Do you like being called my pet?" She gave his cock
a hard squeeze.

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley" he quickly answered.  That's more like it.

   "That's right.  I am your master, and you are my pet.  Say it"

   "You are my master, and I am your pet, Mistress Ansley".  He was
breathing heavy.

   "Excellent, my pet.  As my pet, you will obey my instructions without
question.  Understood?"

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley".  It was time for more reinforcement.

   "Who is your master, pet?"

   "Mistress Ansley"

   "And who does your cock belong to, pet?" she asked, giving his cock
another squeeze.

   "Mistress Ansley" he said again.

   "As your master, I will command your obedience, and you will do as I
say, without question.  Repeat!" she commanded, twisting his balls this
time.

   "You are my master, and I am obedient.  I will do what you say without
question" her pet yelled.

   She released her hold on him.  "Very good, pet.  You are coming to
realize that all your life, you have wanted a strong woman to take
ownership of you, to be your master.  Say it"

   "All my life I wanted a strong woman to own me, to be master".  Mistress
Ansley pinched her pet's leg "Mistress Ansley" he added.

   "All your life, you secretly desired to be obedient to a woman.  Say it"

   "All my life, I wanted to be obedient to a woman, Mistress Ansley".

   Mistress Ansley was now in control.  Now for some fun.  "Recite what I
tell you, and respond after me with `Mistress Ansley'.  Obey, pet."

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley" he responded, without hesitation.

   "You are a pitiful human being, no longer worthy to look in my eyes."

   "I am a pitiful human being, not worthy of looking in your eyes,
Mistress Ansley".  She took off his blindfold, and he kept his gaze down to
the floor.

   "Your will is weak, and easily submissive to me."

   "My will is weak and I am submissive to you, Mistress Ansley"

   "You feel aroused when in my powerful presence, and you long to submit
to me."

   "I am aroused in your powerful presence, and I long to submit to you,
Mistress Ansley"

   "You are a despicable person, not worthy to lick my boots".  She put her
right boot on her pet's chair, directly under his penis.

   "I am a despicable person, not worthy to like your boots, Mistress
Ansley." She brought the sole of her boot to her pet's chest.

   "Lick my boot, pet" she commanded.

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley" her pet said.  He licked the top of her boot,
since that was all he could reach.  He seemed to lick it very lovingly,
with his eyes closed.  Now we're getting somewhere.  Mistress Ansley
removed her boot from his chest- "Since you are my pet, you will act like a
pet.  Whimper for your mistress, like a puppy."

   Her pet whimpered.  "Very good, pet." She reached behind her and brought
out a collar.

   "Would you like a collar, pet?" She asked.

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley".  Her pet's eyes were still on the floor.  She
placed the choke collar on his neck, leash attached.  "Since you are my
pet, I will punish you like a pet.  Do you understand, pet?"

   "Yes, Mis-" Mistress Ansley pulled on the leash, choking her pet
temporarily.  She released her choke, and asked again, "Do you understand,
pet?"

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley" he responded, in a lower voice.  His head bowed a
little lower.

   "Excellent, my pet.  Would you like to be released from your cage, pet?"
she said, referring to the handcuffs and rope.

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley" he responded.

   "Keep your eyes on the floor" she commanded.  He obeyed.  Walking behind
her pet, she released his wrists, then his ankles.  Before he could think
on his freedom, however, she told him to go on the floor on all fours.

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley".  Dick still swinging below him, he got on his
hands and knees in front of the chair.

   "Follow me, pet" she directed.  Her pet gave the usual answer, and
followed her slowly, being led by the leash.  As she walked him around the
desk, she continued to have him recite for her "You are a worthless worm, a
piece of shit" she said.

   "I am a worthless worm, a piece of shit, Mistress Ansley" he repeated.
They repeated these phrases several times, when Mistress Ansley felt an
itch that had to be scratched.  "Close your eyes, pet" she instructed.  His
obedience appeared absolute.

   Bringing her dress up again, she pulled her panties down and put them on
the desk.  She sat on the edge of her leather chair, spreading her legs
apart.  She pulled on the leash, directing her pet to her crotch.

   "Smell" she commanded, "and do not speak until I say so".  Her pet
smelled her pussy.

   "This is the scent of dominance and power.  Whenever you smell this, you
will remember your complete servitude.  Keep your eyes closed." Mistress
Ansley brought her pet's face closer, so that she could feel his breath on
her labia.

   "Breathe in this scent, letting it control your mind.  It has total
power over your will, and you are unworthy of its presence.  To let you
smell this scent is a treat from your master.  Do you understand, pet?"

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley".  The pet seemed to revel in her smell, like the
feeling people get smelling roses.  "You are my pet, and will service your
master.  Lick my pussy, pet"

   Still with his eyes closed, her pet gently licked her outer pussy lips,
which were already sensitive from the feeling of dominance Mistress Ansley
felt.  Mistress Ansley suppressed a shudder, remembering that she was in
control.

   Mistress Ansley's pet continued to lick her, until she commanded him to
delve deeper into her vagina.  She felt the waves of pleasure from her
pussy, pulsing from each stroke of her pet's tongue.  He was now nose-deep
into her sex, reaching as far as he could by opening his mouth as wide as
possible.

   *Oh, fuck,* Mistress Ansley thought.  *That feels so good.* Her pet was
so deep inside her that he had to breathe on the outside of his mouth, like
a swimmer turning for air.  *Oh...Oh,* was all that went through Mistress
Ansley's mind.  Her pet was really good at this.

   An "Mmmmm" hummed in her mouth, as she resisted the urge to buck her
hips.

   *Fuck, yes.  Fuck me my pet.*

   "Fuck me...with your mouth...pet" she managed to say.  The pleasure was
rising in her, and she had to steady herself on the arms of her chair.

   As the pressure continued to build in her mind, Mistress Ansley heard
herself moaning.

   "Oh....Oh.....Oh" she continued, tensing up her legs.

   "When I orgasm...you will lay...  on the ground...  understood?" She
felt the vibration her pet's voice inside her, which brought her more
satisfaction.

   "Make...Oh...me...cum...Oh...my pet" She gasped.  It was happening now.
Her cries grew in intensity as she tensed herself- "Oh...Oh...OH" She
looked down and saw her pet straining to penetrate her"OH....OHHH...OH" It
was tantalizingly close now.

   "Aaaahhhhh" she breathed out, feeling herself orgasm.  She grabbed her
pet's head and pulled it tight to her wet pussy, against the spasms of her
vagina.  She mind exploded in ecstasy, and she closed her eyes in rapture.
Tingling sensations filled her skin, and her muscles twitched their own,
chaotic movement.  Her body swayed, trying to keep upright in her
diminished mental state.

   The orgasm wracked her body for awhile longer, but eventually she felt
the explosions lessen.  As her senses came back to her, she still felt the
hair on the back of her pet's neck, and released her hold.

   She looked down to see her pet, gasping for air, as she was.  His face
was covered in her secretions, but his eyes were still closed.  He
collapsed on the floor, dick still fully erect.

   "You have serviced your master well, pet" she got out in one breath.

   "You may pleasure yourself now" she commanded.

   "Yes Mistress Ansley" he replied, instantly bringing his hands to task.
He grunted and stroked furiously for only 10 seconds before he experienced
his own orgasm, spurting his juices on the floor.

   *That was quick.  But what about this mess?*

   "Lick your cum, pet" she intoned.  He responded immediately, licking his
own pearl-white sperm off the floor.

   "Did that feel good, pet?" she asked.

   "Yes, Mistress Ansley, thank you."

   For another hour, Mistress Ansley continued to insult and degrade her
pet, losing track of time in the process.  She tested her domination of
him, and was pleased when he followed every command.  She had broken his
will, and knew he wouldn't cause trouble for her anymore.

   From now on, Antoine would be Teacher's Pet.