My Former Teacher’s Shock at Seeing Me Dressed Up

I stood outside Starbucks, my cheerleader outfit and red thigh highs making me feel like the confident, seductive woman I had become over the past few months.

As I waited for Miss Morgan to arrive, I fidgeted with excitement, my heart racing with anticipation.

At 11:28, Miss Morgan walked in, dressed in a pretty blue dress and black pantyhose, looking every inch the conservative teacher she was.

She scanned the room, her eyes widening in shock when she saw me, before she made her way over to the booth where I was sitting.

“Hi, Miss Morgan,” I said with a smile, handing her a coffee.

“I…I can’t believe it’s you, Jenny,” she whispered, her eyes darting back and forth as she took in my outfit.

“Did you have no idea?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“No, although based on the past week, I guess it makes sense,” she said, still looking dazed.

“H-h-how did you change so much, so quickly?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“This may be hard to believe, but I found a Mistress and she opened up a whole new world to me,” I explained, my smile growing wider.

“Who is your Mistress?” she asked, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Well, my main Mistress is a neighbour of mine, Mistress Megan,” I said, my voice confident.

“And your school Mistress, the one responsible for your sudden popularity is…?” she prompted, her voice trailing off as she realized the answer.

“Karen,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, putting two and two together.

“Yes,” I confirmed, “How did you know that?”

“Just thinking about the week and how odd you were acting, and I recalled Karen’s smirks,” Miss Morgan reflected.

“Yes, Mistress Karen has been giddy all week with the thought of your seduction,” I said, a smile spreading across my face.

“Oh my God, Karen knows about this too?” Miss Morgan asked, her eyes wide with shock.

“Yes, it was her idea, but it’s okay, Miss Morgan,” I said, my voice soothing. “Mistress Megan is in control of Karen too, and there’s one key rule to submission. Never, ever, please and tell.”

Miss Morgan laughed, but it was a nervous sound, and her smile quickly faded.

“This can’t happen, Jenny,” she said, her voice firm. “I’m your teacher.”

“If that’s how you feel, Miss Morgan, I will respect that,” I said, my voice gentle.

“But, before you reject me, keep in mind I will never tell,” I said, my eyes locked on hers. “I will be your perfect little pet. You know that I always strive to do the best at everything I do.”

I slipped my foot out of my shoe and allowed my foot to slide up her leg, my touch sending a shiver through her body.

“What if someone finds out?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No one will, Miss Morgan,” I assured her, my voice confident.

“Plus we are both consenting adults, free to ravish each other in any and every way imaginable,” I added, my eyes locked on hers.

A second gasp escaped her as she tried to deal with her conflicting emotions.

“If you wish me to show my true loyalty to you, Miss Morgan, I will crawl under the table and please you right here, right now,” I offered, my voice husky.

“Oh Jenny, stop that,” she said, her voice breathy.

“Am I making you wet?” I asked, teasingly.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

“Not here,” she got out, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reached for my purse and pulled out a piece of paper, a sly smile spreading across my face.

“When you were chatting with me the other day, you said you couldn’t stop thinking of a certain student,” I said, my voice confident.

“It was me, wasn’t it?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

“Yes,” she said, not making eye contact with me.

“And you said, ‘I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave’?” I asked, my voice husky.

“Oh my God,” she blurted, looking up, “Did I really say that?”

I handed her the transcript of our chat, a smile spreading across my face.

“It seems you have a certain…fascination with me, Miss Morgan,” I said, my voice confident.

“I was just role-playing, Jenny,” she said, her eyes fixed on mine.

“I know, Miss Morgan,” I said, my voice soothing. “But it seems you’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this.”

I leaned in, my lips inches from hers.

“So, what do you say, Miss Morgan?” I asked, my voice husky.

My heart still racing from the previous night, I sat in the bookstore, flipping through the pages of Delirium, a novel about a future where love was a disease that could be cured. The concept fascinated me, but what was even more captivating was the idea that love could be so tangible, so overwhelming, that it could feel like a disease. I couldn’t help but think of Ashley, the girl who had captured my heart, and the thrill of our forbidden relationship.

Just as I was getting lost in the story, I heard a voice I knew, and my heart skipped a beat. I glanced up to see Miss Morgan, my teacher, standing in front of me, a bag of books in her hand. I couldn’t believe the odds, but I was determined to take a chance.

“Fancy meeting a girl like you in a place like this,” I joked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She chuckled nervously. “Sorry for the hasty retreat this morning. I just needed time to think.”

“Did you have time to think?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but my heart was racing.

“Yes, I did,” she replied, scanning the room before sitting down beside me. “And?” I questioned, attempting to lead her on.

“I just can’t get you out of my mind,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

My heart soared, and I knew I had to take a chance. “The offer from this morning still stands, Miss Morgan,” I said, trying to sound confident.

She seemed to be attempting to process this when I decided to take a risk. I leaned in and kissed her, a quick, yet passionate three-second kiss. As expected, she didn’t pull away, instead, I did and whispered into her ear, “I will be at the front of the mall in five minutes. If you want to take me up on my offer, pick me up. If you don’t, I will catch the bus and head home.”

We talked some more, and I discovered that she had feelings for me too. We arrived at her house, and I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. Once inside, we went straight to her bedroom, and it was now Miss Morgan’s turn to surprise me.

Cameron leaned in to kiss me, her lips barely touching mine. She followed the soft pecks by sucking on my lower lip. I had never been kissed like that, and it was driving me crazy, making my pussy very damp.

“Oh, my,” escaped her lips when she saw my tight white breasts, still bundled in my white lace bra.

I shivered slightly, suddenly cold, and feeling like prey to my salivating teacher. She kissed the tops of my breasts while reaching behind to unbuckle my bra and release my breasts. Once freed from their confines, Cameron cupped both in her hands and looked like a child in a candy store.

“Please let me come,” I whimpered, desperate to come soon.

Cameron bit my nipple, not hard, but hard enough to make a statement. “Princess, lay back and enjoy. I want to savor every minute of our time together.”

She bit my other nipple, before sliding her tongue down my belly. I had never had someone use her tongue in my belly button, but the feeling was shockingly erotic. Maybe because it was so close to my pussy, maybe because I was so horny or maybe it was simply another erogenous zone in my overactive horny body.

“Is one of your orders no underwear?” I asked, my breath giving away my anticipated eagerness.

“Yes, Mistress Cameron,” I responded, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Please call me Cameron, Princess,” she whispered, her finger making just the slightest of contact with my pussy.

“As in Cameron Diaz?” I had to ask.

“The one and only,” she whispered, her finger teasing me.

“Aaaaaah,” I let out. “I thought your first name was Wanda.”

“That is my middle name. I can’t have people knowing my real identity online,” she explained, her finger still teasing me.

“You have such a beautiful vagina, Princess,” she whispered, her tongue making contact with my pussy lips.

“Thank you, Mistress Cameron,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Cameron’s tongue explored my whole pussy region, slowly moving up and down my lips, lightly teasing me. Her tongue slid below my pussy lips and teased the crack of my ass. I wanted to see her, so I begged, “Can you take my skirt off, Mistress? I want to be able to watch you.”

As I lay on the bed, Miss Morgan’s words still echoed in my mind: “That’s it baby, come for teacher, come harder than you ever have, Princess.” I couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions, my body still humming from the intense pleasure she had coaxed out of me.

“Mistress,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.

She pulled me into a gentle, sweet kiss, her lips soft and tender against mine. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that this was just a temporary reprieve from the reality of our situation.

When she finally broke the kiss, I looked up at her, my eyes searching for answers. She smiled, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Jenny, wait here a minute,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.

I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers as she slipped out of the room. I felt a flutter in my chest, wondering what she had planned for me next.

She returned a moment later, a long, sleek dildo in her hand. I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued.

“Ever used a double-ended dildo?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I shook my head, my heart racing with anticipation. She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye.

“I’m going to show you what it means to be a good student,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

She pushed me onto my back, her hands moving deftly as she prepared me for the dildo. I felt a thrill of excitement, my body responding to her touch.

As she inserted the dildo, I felt a rush of pleasure, my body stretching to accommodate the thick, long toy. She took her own place at the other end, her eyes locked on mine as she began to move.

“Now buck your ass back and forth, Jenny,” she ordered, her voice husky and commanding.

I obeyed, my body moving in time with hers as we pumped the dildo in and out of me. The sensations were intense, my body responding to the deep penetration and fast pace.

“Deeper, deeper, oh my, oh my, oh my,” she moaned, her voice rising to a crescendo.

I felt myself getting close, my body tightening as I prepared to come. She leaned in, her mouth nibbling on my ear as I screamed, “Yesssssssss.” Another orgasm exploded through me, leaving me breathless and spent.

As I lay on the bed, Miss Morgan’s body lying next to mine, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. This was what it meant to be with her – a mix of pleasure and intensity, with a dash of danger and excitement.

But as reality began to set in, I knew that our secret was safe, at least for now. I smiled, a sense of resolve forming in my mind.

“Miss Morgan, I had a wonderful time,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” she replied, her voice nervous.

“It’s just…what now?” she asked, her eyes searching for answers.

I smiled, a sense of determination forming in my mind.

“For all intents and purposes, this never happened,” I said, my voice firm.

“You will know and I will know and Megan and Karen will know, but the secret will die with the four of us.”

She nodded, a look of relief washing over her face.

We arrived on my block, and she stopped a few houses down. I looked in her eyes, my heart pounding with excitement.

“That was amazing, Miss Morgan,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Jenny, I haven’t felt this good in a long time,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.

I winked, a sense of foreboding forming in my mind.

“Well, I hope it isn’t a one-time thing,” I said, my voice dripping with anticipation.

She drove away, leaving me with the lingering foreshadow of more to come.

As I sat on the sidewalk, I checked my phone messages. A chill ran up my spine as I saw Ashley’s text.

From: Ashley
Feb 09 1:33PM
Subject: Hi

I sat down on the sidewalk and dialled her number, my heart pounding with excitement.

“Hello,” she said, her voice bringing another chill up my spine.

“Hi Ashley, it is Jenny,” I greeted.

Her voice showed a bubblier than usual Ashley.

“Oh, hi Jenny, thanks for returning my call,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.

I smiled, my heart racing with anticipation.

“I wouldn’t think of not returning it, Ashley,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

“I am happy to hear that. What have you been up to today?”

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal.

“Just the usual stuff,” I said, my voice evasive.

She laughed again, a sound that left me breathless.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.

We chatted for a few more minutes, our conversation flowing easily.

As I hung up the phone, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change – something that would alter the course of my life forever.

As I stood there, frozen in time, my mind struggled to comprehend the scene before me. My mother, tied to her bed, a toy lodged deep within her, and my friend, straddled over her face, moaning in sheer bliss. It was a scene that defied all logic and reason.

Karen’s voice shattered the silence, her words dripping with a sensual, husky tone, “That’s it, Mommy, I’m coming…lick my Mistress’s cunt, yessssss.” Her body convulsed, and she collapsed forward, her face inches from my mother’s, as if seeking one final taste.

As the reality of the situation slowly sunk in, I felt my mortification grow, my shock and mystification intensifying. I was torn between horror and morbid curiosity, unable to look away from the spectacle before me.

“I bet you’re dying to know how this happened,” Karen purred, her eyes locked onto mine, a sly, triumphant glint dancing within their depths.

“Tell us, Mommy slut,” Karen ordered, her voice low and commanding, “how did you end up submitting to my will?” My mother’s eyes dropped, her face a mask of shame and humiliation.

“I’m sorry, Jenny,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I just couldn’t resist.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with regret and apology.

“Enough, Mommy slut,” Karen snapped, her patience wearing thin, “tell your daughter and my slave the truth. How did you fall under my control?” My mother’s eyes flickered to mine, a hint of defiance sparkling within their depths, before she spoke, her words a reluctant confession.

“It started with our online conversations, Karen and I,” she began, her voice hesitant, “we talked about our desires, our fantasies…and I found myself drawn to her, to the power and control she wielded. I couldn’t resist the allure of submission, of surrendering to her will.” Her words trailed off, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my shattered world.

Karen’s eyes never left mine, her gaze piercing, as if daring me to judge, to condemn. But I was frozen, unable to move, unable to speak, my mind reeling with the implications of what I had just witnessed.