It all started on the Thursday morning. My Mom was spending time with her parents down south while my dad was at home working shifts. I woke up as normal, ready to go to school. My dad said that he was on the night shift today, and so he gave me a key to let myself in when I got home from school. That meant another boring night where I couldn’t go out.

I set of for school and arrived as usual. The first lesson was English, and then French. I wasn’t any good at French, but I always looked forward to the lesson. The reason being was the teacher, Mrs. McGregor. She was Scottish and middle aged, and with her tone and posture, it made her arrogant. This I admired, sexually.
           
I admit that on occasions I had fantasies of the two of use, and masturbated over her occasionally. I imagined her as a dominatrix, for some times she wore dark leather knee boots with high heels, a leather jacket, black of course with leather gloves, and a tight long skirt that covered her down to the boots that was held up by a very tight belt. This was a really turn on, especially when see walked.
           
But this lesson was hugely different. Mrs. McGregor was wearing her very seductive black out fit. Lucky me. As usual I had a little trouser movement, but this died away after the lesson begun for I had seen it before. But then it happened. Half way through the lesson I needed a new exercise book, after asking, Mrs. McGregor allowed me to go into the storeroom to get one. The storeroom was just next door to the class I was already in.
           
The storeroom had only thin outer walls, so I was able to hear Mrs. McGregor say to the class that she was going to get the tape player from the other room. My heart skipped a beat as I knew would be alone in the room with her, but I dismissed the thought straight away. I continued to open the new pack of exercise books as she entered. The door closed behind her. “Have you got the book now” she said in that voice. I replied with a week yes, and as I turned, I saw Mrs. McGregor bent over pulling the old tape player out of its hiding place. Her rear was stood out beckoning me to touch. And with my right hand, I gently groped Mrs. McGregor’s bottom. Almost immediately withdrew my hand in shock of what I had done. Mrs. McGregor turned around; I expected a shocked look and knowing my luck, a scream. But instead, she turned around and looked at me in a seductive manner, she stepped over to me, and then gave me one hell of a kiss. We both held it, her left hand on my rear, the right on the tape player.
           
A loud noise came from the classroom where some of the kids must have been prating around. She withdrew, made her way to the door and said “Come on back to the class.” I followed her, my mind racing. For the rest of the lesson I did not concentrate, except on what had just happened.
           
The lesson ended. I was on my way out when Mrs. McGregor in her arrogant way handed me a test paper and said “Finish this for next lesson.”  Was that it I thought? I stepped out of the room, disappointed I guess, and as I walked I opened up the test paper. Something fell out; I stopped and picked up the piece of paper, which said “Follow me home after school.” It was in Mrs. McGregor’s handwriting. My mind raced. This could mean two things I thought, I was going to get some action, or some crappy talk about why we should never talk about what happened again. The fantasy part of my brain was hoping it was the first reason, in fact my entire brain including my dick was hoping it was the first.
           
The day could not have come sooner. I waited at the gates, half an hour after school time Mrs. McGregor finally immerged. She walked straight past me and never looked at me. I pulled the paper note out of my pocket and read it for probably the hundredth time. It read the same. Perhaps she didn’t want the both of use to walk home together in case people became curious if a teacher and a student were walking in a hurry to the same house. My dick started to talk to me again “Yes your right, now follow her you idiot.” My imagination was running away with me again, but I took the advice and followed.
           
I looked at my watch, it was half four, my dad would have been at work for an hour, and if everything was going to an unexpected plan, then he would not be coming back till morning. I could have a very late night with her. Once again the imagination was doing the thinking.
           
I followed her for a few streets when Ms McGregor turned left up a drive way to a house, I stop at the foot of the drive as I saw her rummage through her bag and produce a set of keys, she unlocked the door and entered. The door was left opened, I paused, then I headed up the drive and the through the door. I closed the door behind me, if I new what I know now about my French teacher, I would have had second thoughts about what I was doing.
           
I put my bag down on the porch floor and took of my shoes, I hung my coat on a peg on the wall, and then I entered the door into the living room. I scanned the room, everything seemed normal for a living room, and then I panicked as I thought about her husband and if he was to catch us…
           
My imagination stopped fantasying the moment Mrs. McGregor came through a door on the opposite side of the room, she had removed her coat, but the jacket and boots still remained on her clothed body. She leaned against the doorframe, staring at me with seductive eyes, which made my cock stiffen. She glanced at the bulge, smiled and stared right back at my eyes. I felt her eyes undressing me, as was mine on her body. With her finger, she signaled me to come over to her, I did so. As I was about to ask her whether anyone would interrupt us but I had no chance as she launched away from the wall and encased her lips around mine.
           
Mrs. McGregor pushed me back onto the near by sofa, she laid on top of me, her hands underneath my untucked shirt, feeling my body. I began to get the feel of the moment as a began to move my hands down her back, her loose black hair hung over my face as our tongues continued to dance in our mouths. She undid my shirt, I allowed her to pull it of my arms and throw it across the room. She was undressing me I realized; I felt I had to do the same, as I groped her breasts under her jumper. I eased of her leather jacket, and let it slide down to the floor. Sofa started to creek rhythmically to our movements.
           
Mrs. McGregor undid my tie that was still around my bare neck; she placed it carefully at her side. We stopped kissing for only a moment, as I was aloud to pull her jumper of over her head. There was nothing but a thin line of material between her breasts and my chest that was her bra. My cock stiffened more at the touch of skin on skin, well, as much more as it possible could at its current state. She started work on my trousers while I was doing my best with her bra.
           
The bra slid of with ease and her breasts felt so soft as she leaned into me. Her hands had worked my trousers with skill, and in one swift movement, my French teacher had pulled my trousers and my pants down in on swift stroke of her hands. Immediately her hands started playing with my hard cock. At this point we were both was sweating, I muttered her name in relief “Mrs McGregor” I sighed. She pulled her lisp away from me and said, “Call me Sarah.” And straight away, she commenced the kissing.
           
All of a sudden I gained more composure and started work on that tight belt with my sweaty hands. Sarah’s rhythmic motions with my cock made me want to explode, but I didn’t want to, I wanted to do it proper, when I was finally inside her, I would release. I unbuckled the belt and the skirt slid down her thighs. I motioned to her black little panties, as I was pulling them of my hand slipped and landed on Sarah’s clit. It was very moist, she sighed and smiled, she knelt up, and her boots pinned my legs down tight to the sofa.
           
Sarah moved back slightly and my cock slid inside of her perfectly. The power between us was immense as I sat up and held her body with both arms. We move in union together, pushing ourselves harder, I was at the edge, ready to explode my contents o juices inside of her. Sofa was moving widely, Sarah started to give out wild gasps and shouts “Yea Baby, give it to me more!” I felt the urge to gasp also but I was too busy concentrating of giving the both of use a good time.
           
Sarah’s sighs became louder and quicker as she started to orgasm, I was holding on, only just, I rested my head on her breasts, gritting my teeth hard at the enjoyment of pleasurable pain. Then I gave in, I felt myself pumping my juice into her, almost straight away Sarah released a short scream and she poured hers as well. Our juices started to leak out over my cock, onto my tight balls and then onto the sofa.
           
We continued our rhythmic movements until we started to slow down. I fell back on to the sofa. Sarah let her hands slide down her breasts and then onto my chest where she pushed herself off of me.
           
What had just happened I had enjoyed fully, and I was really proud of myself. I had only had sex once and it was nothing like what had just gone. But then nothing would compare to what was about to happen. I wondered if that was it, and if I was to leave, but then.
           
She lent close to me and said “You past the Test.” I wondered what she meant. It was at that point that my French teacher became a true Dominatrix Bitch.
           
I didn’t know it yet, but I soon would. She reached for my school tie and gently bound my hands with it. She then slipped on her jacket and pulled up her panties over the wet Amazon. Then she grabbed the middle of my bound hands and started to lead me upstairs.
           
Still a little dazed from what had just happened I was lead up the stairs. Sarah palmed my red cock with her right had and then licked the juiced of her palm as we walked across the landing. She seemed to enjoy it.
           
She led me into a room, there was a bed. She laid me down on the bed face forward, and then rebound me to the bedpost running across the top of the bed. My face and body lay on the cool silk; it was arousing to the touch and my stiffening cock showed it. I herd Sarah leave the room. I looked up from the bedding to see my bound hands, a clock on a bedside table said it was almost six. “Christ”, I thought, I realized how long we must have be at it, “Thank god my dad was on night shift.”
           
I herd a noise, it seemed my new playmate has returned. I joked with myself. Rolled over to face her and got the biggest shock. Sarah McGregor, my French teacher was wearing leather thigh boots, an extremely tight leather skirt that barely covered her, a leather corset, leather gloves and a Riding Crop!

My cock stood to attention. I stared unable to say anything, as she posed at me for some time. Then she showed her dominance. She dived on me undoing the tie, and before I could do anything she was attaching bounds to my hands, and then a separate pair for my ankles.

“What the hell is going on”, I thought. Sarah grabbed my hair and yanked back, I was now knelt facing the dominatrix in front of me. “Sarah”, I said pitifully.

            WACK!!

The riding crop landed hard on may rear. “Its Mistress McGregor to you slave!” said the mistress. I was in total shock at the new character that my French teacher had.

             WACK!!           

Another volley hit me hard. It hurt, but something within me was enjoying it and wanted more. “Do you want me slave?” I was getting swept away by the scene “Yes!” I said, wondering what was next.  

            WACK!!           

Once again the crop landed, hitting its mark, “Its “Yes Mistress McGregor” to you slave”. She then attached a collar around my neck with a lead, undid my bounds and told me to get on the floor and crawl like a dog. I did so, following her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. The Mistress attached me to the sink pipe. “You must look like a slave before you satisfy me, do you agree slave?” Her arrogance had risen to new heights, I said yes, remembering the mistress McGregor at the end. She smiled at how fast I learned this new form of delight, and then the dominance returned. She bound my ankles with the bounds, and with my hands tied behind the pipe, I could not move.
           
She brought a bow out of a draw near by. It contained wipes for shaving legs. Mistress McGregor placed one on my leg, and then whipped it of leaving a patch of skin with out the hairs. The pain was immense, I resisted as best I could, and my punishment was a whack of the crop on my testicles. I resisted no more.
           
She continued shaving my body, the pain was so great, but there was still that hint of enjoyment. After being plucked like a turkey, the collar was replaced and my bounds released. I was ordered to become a dog again.            
She led me back to the bedroom we had left, the way she walked was divine, and I wanted her for myself, all for myself. An urge came over me that I wanted to fuck her so hard and give her a seeing to, but at the moment, she was in control, and there was nothing I could do.
           
She thru me to the floor by the neck and told me to sit. I did as she commanded, who wouldn’t. My cock was still unbelievably hard as a glanced down at the floor. I heard the mistress setting something up above the bed, and then she set work to something else, then she returned.
           
My head was thrust back by the collar, “Bare your ass to me slave”, I did so, bending over so that she could get all she wanted, and then the spanking began. Hard volley after volley of the riding crop came down hard onto my ass. I moaned in pain, gritting my teeth, I weathered the storm of pleasurable pain.  I let out a whimper “More” I uttered, and I got it. The spanking came harder and more rhythmic after that. I was enjoying every moment, the pain was unbearable but I received a pleasure from it.
           
After a while of constant spanking, Mistress McGregor stopped, she rolled me onto my back and then sat on my face. “Worship my ass!” she ordered. I did so, opening my mouth to her smooth behind. I engulfed masses of flesh, licking out my French teachers crevice. A while latter, after my continuous worshipping of her ass, Mistress McGregor started to moan with delight. I worshipped harder and better, she shuffled around to get a better perch on my face. She placed on of her hands on my cock; she started playing with it like a joystick.
           
I started to feel a sexual connection between the two of us. A loved it. I wanted to impress her so bad that I started to make my way forward to worship her clitoris and anal passage. Big Mistake. The moment my tongue touched her sweet nectar a spank from the riding crop landed on my testicles. The pain was worse then before.
           
She stood up and shouted, “Not until I command you to Slave!” The sexual connection was broken and her dominance to the situation returned. I was rolled back over, my ass exposed, and the spanking continued. This time it was harder and out of control, was truly being punished. The spanking lasted for ages and eventually I passed out.
           
I awoke soon after my punishment. I was sat up, leaning against the wardrobe door. I noticed a sex cradle hanging from the ceiling by a single hook. It was at that point when I realized that I was no longer completely naked. I was now where stockings and the black leather boots that mistress McGregor wore ate school. The rest of me was still naked. I felt comfortable in my new clothing; my cock began to stiffen again. I stood up, I little unsure in balance with my new high heels.
           
Mistress McGregor re-entered the bedroom. She came over to me and fondled my cock with elegant ease. She looked at me with dreamy eye’s an said “Sorry about the spanking.” I smiled back, accepting the apology. She told me to get onto the cradle. I had no energy to resist, I clambered onto the cradle, the mistress bound my hands and ankles behind me, there was a gap in the material were my aroused cock could dangle freely. I thankful for this.            
Mistress McGregor lied on the bed when she had finished binding me. I dangled just above her; my frustrated cock was rubbing against her tight leather skirt. She looked at me dreamily. The sexual connection had returned. She slowly removed her bra and thru it across the room. She played with her breasts, seeing the hope and lust in my eyes. She slipped her hand down her skirt and then brought it up for me to lick. Her fingers tasted sweaty and salty, I lapped up the taste in anticipation for more.
           
She with drew her hands, bent over, lowered her skirt and offered me her behind. I worshipped it well, my mistress moaned in delight. The pleasure was at a high and I loved every minute. Then she rolled back over and then sat up on the headboard. She unzipped her skirt from the front, and before I knew it, my head was rammed into the parted fly and a pouring Amazon engulfed me. This offer I did not refuse.
           
I licked up all the salty contents. This was my first real taste of female jizz, and I liked it. I licked more; I headed to her clitoris and tried to force my tongue up her anal passage. Sarah’s moans of delight came more often and louder each time.
           
She withdrew herself from my, at the same time removing the skirt. She was completely naked. Her pubic hairs of her wet Amazon were tickling my cock, we were that close. She teased me intensely and smiled.
           
Then she stood up, loosened my bonds, returned to the bed and then beckoned me down from the cradle. I did so. I came down on top of her with one intent. My cock got its wish as I rammed it hard between here spread legs. She put her legs around my, her leather boots filled me with confidence as they touched my skin. Our lips were encased around each other’s.
           
We both stood, she was still holding on with her legs rapped around my back. My balance was poor with the high-heeled boots I wore. I stumbled, this made me force my manhood into her harder, she screamed in delight. We backed against a wall and we started a rhythmical movement as before. Because we had cummed many times before, our orgasms lasted longer and harder.
           
Sarah started to pulsate as I was on the verge, but was unable to explode. She started to ride her orgasmic waves on top of me. We staggered across the room and ended up back o the bed again. We were on the verge, we pressed harder and the pleasure intensified. The bed rocked loudly, her screams of delight filled me with joy. Then we both exploded, out jizz penetrating each other.            

We rode each other for a while before we came to a stop. She pulled away and then sucked at my cock, licking of the remaining cum that had escaped. She let me do the same to her, it tasted brilliant.
           
Sarah held my cock and led me downstairs. W e sat on the sofa, naked apart from our boots and my stockings. She fondled my gently. I new my night of adventure was over.

She pulled the boots I wore, and then the stockings, she told my to get dressed. She started to rub the stockings up and down her Amazon. I got changed and gathered my things. I was about to leave when she pounced on me and gave me one hell of a kiss. The she handed me the stockings, dripping in her cum. “Keep them for memories sake,” she said to me. I took the stockings and put them in my pocket. She kissed me again and fondled my trousers.    

 I left, very satisfied. It was half nine when I got home, I was happy to see that the house was deserted. I was so tied that I decided to have an early night.           

I masturbated over what had happened in my bed. I kept sniffing the stockings, which stunk of her cum.            

I lay there wondering, would there be another time.                             


Submitted by:  J.A.P