As the teacher's voice droned on, Josh
Lewis amused himself by imagining how she would
look naked. He was pretty sure that her fine ass
would look finer still bent over one of the drawing
benches.
Her name was Alana Summerville, and she'd
told them all to just call her Alana. It was ironic
that she disliked him as much as she did--she was
the reason he'd chosen to take the class in the
first place.
After a friend had described her as the
hottest art instructor at the college, he'd made
sure to schedule himself for one of her classes
when he made out his schedule for the next semester.
Josh had to agree with Ted's opinion,
she was gorgeous. Even though she must be in her
early thirties, she had an amazing body. After his
first look at her luscious, heart-shaped ass, he'd
decided that he was going to enjoy this class.
After a few weeks of the class he swore
that he'd never choose a class based on instructor
hotness again. The teacher was beautiful, but she
was always on his case. She complained about his
distinctive style of line drawing, which was quite
different from her own. He had long since decided
that he was a better artist than her anyway, so
he thought it pointless to follow her direction.
It didn't help that her figure drawing
session was only offered in the evening. He had
classes spread throughout the day, including an
early morning class, on both days it met. He tended
to be a night-owl, so those two days, Tuesday and
Thursday, were the worst in his schedule because
he couldn't sleep in on those mornings. That meant
that he was tired and easily annoyed by the time
he got to her class. That made it even harder to
listen to her bitching at him.
He had decided long before that her attitude
was probably the result of her not getting enough
sex, or at least not the right kind. Josh imagined
how he'd straighten out her bitchiness, by bending
her over one of the drawing horses and pounding
her ass until she was begging him not to stop.
The sound of a woman clearing her throat
shook Josh from his daydream. When he looked up
he realized that the beautiful teacher had stopped
lecturing to direct her attention to him alone.
Everyone in the open, warehouse-like space of the
studio room stared.
"Am I boring you, Josh? Or do you
just think you're so good that you can't learn anything
here?" Her eyes flashed with anger.
He decided it probably wouldn't help to
reply that she was right on both counts, so he just
smirked and shook his head.
Her eyes flashed with anger and she moved
to stand in front of his drawing bench. She glared
down and he thought to himself that maybe he should
have told her the truth after all. It looked like
he was in trouble any way.
"Gather your things and come with
me. Excuse us class, I'll be right back," she
said.
As many times as he had pushed her buttons,
Josh was still a bit surprised by the apparent level
of her anger. He consoled himself with the thought
that at least he was going to get out of class early.
He gathered his art supplies and rose to his feet.
He followed her out of the room.
She didn't stop in the hall, but instead
strode angrily to the next door down. While she
unlocked the door with a key, he wondered if she
realized what a magnificent display of her rear
she was providing him. Her tan pants couldn't have
displayed her ass any more perfectly. The cotton
cloth was stretched tight by her bountiful rear--so
much so that he could see the outline of her panties.
When she turned to look back at him, he
jerked his eyes up. The teacher looked so angry
that it was hard to tell if she'd even noticed he'd
been staring at her.
Alana flicked a switch and one set of
the overhead lights flickered to life, creating
a small area of brightness in the cavernous silent
gloom. The dark room was a duplicate of the room
next door, down to the small stage at the center
and surrounding concentric semi-circles of drawing
horses, staggered so that each had an unobstructed
view of the center.
"Isn't this romantic?" he said
as she turned to face him.
"Don't get smart with me. You're
going to sit in here until class is over and then
we're going to talk."
Until class was over? They were only a
half hour into the three hour time slot! They hadn't
even started drawing yet!
"What the hell am I supposed to do
in here for two hours? You can't just leave me in
here--I'm going home."
"Don't make this worse, I'm in no
mood. You have everything you need here. From the
look on your face in class you must have been imagining
something--you can spend your time drawing that."
"Great. That will occupy the first
ten minutes. It is quieter in here though . . .
that *will* make it easier to nap," he said.
She glared at him. Her face flushed and
she trembled. He couldn't control the smirk that
came to his face when he saw his barb had left her
so angry that she was actually shaking. She turned
and left him, stopping at the door to look back
at him.
"Do you think this is funny? I hope
so, because it's too late for you to drop, you know.
Will you still be laughing when you get your 'F'
for this class?"
With that, she left him there. As much
as it would suck to flunk the class, it wouldn't
really matter in the grand scheme of things. She
was so angry, he kept smiling at the thought as
he set up his things on one of the better-lit drawing
horses, a cheaply constructed combination of bench
and easel.
Straddling the bench he opened his pad
and propped it up on the angled easel. He thought
about what she'd said about drawing what he'd been
daydreaming about. What if he did? The sight of
her face when she saw it would be priceless. Besides,
if she was going to flunk him anyway, what difference
would it make?
The thought of her reaction inspired him
as he quickly worked. It was his style, free and
unabashed, and it felt great. When he was done,
he had to smirk at his own genius.
It was her, bent over a drawing horse
with her panties down around her thighs. He'd exaggerated
the curve of her hips and drawn her face vaguely
enough that she couldn't take him to the deans over
it. On the paper she looked back at him with her
tongue curling up between her lips and her eyes
lidded low with an expression of slutty arousal.
He decided it was the hottest erotic drawing he'd
ever done.
She was going to be furious when she saw
it, and he looked forward to it. He stared at his
own work, amazed. It was so hot that he could feel
her begging for his cock just from looking at it.
After she threw him out, he'd have to clean it up
and ink it--it was gorgeous.
Leaving the drawing in plain sight on
the board, Josh lay back and relaxed. Gradually
boredom and lack of sleep took over and he drifted
off to sleep.
**********
Alana's anger built as she finished her
discussion with the class and set them working.
She didn't let it show to the rest of them, but
was still furious at Josh. She loved teaching, but
she was tired of dealing with smart-assed twenty
year-old boys like him.
Class after class it was the same. There
was always some snot-nosed punk that thought it
was okay to mouth off to her. She knew that because
she was young and female they thought they could
get away with it.
She moved through the room, discussing
each students work with them, but her mind still
seethed at the thought of him. It was bad enough
that he'd made her disturb the class, but then he'd
had the balls to ogle her ass in the hall afterwards!
What was wrong with men? Did they really think it
was okay to just leer at every attractive woman
that walked by? Did they think she liked having
strangers stare at her rear?
When the last stragglers of the class
had departed, Alana returned to the room she'd left
him in. The room was silent. At first she thought
he'd just left, but then she saw him lying there.
With mounting outrage she crept closer.
She couldn't believe what she saw. He was actually
asleep! As if she wasn't made enough already, here
he was, flaunting his disrespect for her again.
Her eyes opened wide when she saw the
picture. It wasn't just obscene. The needy woman
on the page was obviously meant to be *her*! She
stared down at him peacefully sleeping and it made
her fists clench.
The thought of him thinking this dirty
thoughts about her made her furious. She remembered
the way he'd been amused by her anger before, and
something inside her just snapped. He'd gone too
far.
He had to pay.
******
Josh awoke suddenly to find something
soft and heavy covering his face. He struggled blindly
against the suffocating force, which continued to
deprive him of air. His nose and mouth were smashed
flat under some sort of pillowy weight that crushed
his head down against the wooden bench. Someone
grabbed his wrists and held them down so that he
felt even more helpless.
"How do you like my ass now, young
man?" The familiar female voice rang in his
ears.
It was only then that he became alert
enough to understand what was happening. In the
dim light of the empty studio his eyes adjusted
to the sight above him. The soaring curves that
bulged over him, the warm, soft, smothering weight
atop him--it was Alana's ass! The teacher was sitting
on his face!
"What's wrong Josh? You obviously
are quite interested in my behind, from the looks
of this crude drawing. Well I'm sick and tired of
your behavior. You're about to learn a lesson you
won't *ever* forget."
She paused for a second and then he felt
her weight come off his face. Her hands still kept
his wrists pinned to her thighs as she looked angrily
back down at him. He found himself staring up at
the same curves he'd admired so often before while
he gasped in a deep breath.
When she noticed his gawking her eyes
narrowed above him. She slammed her ass down onto
his face again, hitting him so hard that he saw
stars!
"You will *respect* . . . *my* .
. . *authority*!" She lifted her rear and rammed
it back down on his face to emphasize each word.
Underneath his teacher's rump, Josh lay
battered and helpless. His face felt smashed, and
he thought his nose might even be broken. It felt
like Alana's ass, the former object of his lust,
was *destroying* him.
The beautiful teacher had settled her
full weight on his head and even the tiniest breath
was beyond him. Her ass engulfed his face, smothering
him completely.
"Mmmm. I should have punished you
like this a long time ago. It feels so good."
Josh was beyond struggling now. All he
could do was lay there at her mercy, helpless. As
his lungs burned Josh couldn't believe what was
happening to him. He was going to pass out soon--pass
out under his teacher's ass!
"How are you doing, Josh?" she
said.
She lifted herself off of his face for
a moment, and he could only wheeze and cough as
he fought to fill his tortured lungs with air.
"Not nearly such a smart-ass now,
are you? Are you ready for some more? *I* am."
Alana laughed before slapping her ass
back down in his face. She settled in again. Her
round buttocks formed a near-perfect seal over Josh's
face. He was terrified.
"I could just sit here until you
were dead. Wouldn't that be poetic justice. The
snotty boy who loves to stare at women's asses getting
smothered to death by one. That's too easy though--when
I'm done you'll wish I had killed you."
For many long minutes she smothered him,
only letting him catch a small breath here and there.
When she let him breathe his arms and legs hung
limply. He was so weak that he could barely move
at all.
"Worthless little shit. I should
have done this to you before. This feels *so* good."
Alana climbed off of him and worked off
her pants. His head lolled back against the bench
as he stared at her with a mixture of relief and
shock. The fresh air rushing into his lungs felt
wonderful, but why was she undressing herself? As
frightened as he was of her, he still couldn't help
entertaining the notion that there was some chance
that the strange situation was going to turn into
something more enjoyable.
"I know how much you love my ass
Josh, so now I have a real treat for you. No more
pants in the way of what you want." Alana said.
She moved over his head again and his
fear returned. He wasn't going to get lucky at all--she
was going to smother him again! He was too weak
to try to resist her, though. Without thinking he
found himself begging as she moved over him once
more, "Please . . . I-I'm sorry."
"No talking! Haven't you learned
to keep your mouth shut yet? Bad little boys, who
speak when they shouldn't, get their faces sat on."
Her ass descended towards him and he stared
up with horror at the beautiful, but terrifying
sight. Alana sank onto him, causing his nose to
jam her panties up into her crack. Her warm ass-cheeks
sealed down around his face, stealing his breath
away again.
"There, that should shut you up.
Just lay there and take it, you little shit. Lay
there and smell my butt."
To Josh's humiliation he found the sensation
and scent of having her ass on his face was turning
him on. It felt so much softer and warmer without
her pants between them. He still couldn't breathe,
but his cock stiffened in his pants anyway.
"Are you enjoying this? Did I say
you could enjoy this?"
He felt her hand slide over his straining
erection. Her hand reached lower until he felt her
take rough hold of his balls through his pants.
"If you mess yourself I swear I'll
crush your little berries. Do you understand me?"
When she touched him down there the combination
of sensations was too much for him to take. Smelling
her ass and feeling it on his face, being dominated
by a woman--it all combined to push him over the
edge. He groaned into her imprisoning buttocks as
his cock erupted into his pants.
"You little shit! I told you,"
she said, and then pain exploded from his crotch
as she squeezed his testicles with vicious force.
His back arched in a useless attempt to
escape the pain that just made Alana squeeze harder.
He howled at the pain but her ass swallowed the
sound as well as it swallowed his breath.
"Does that hurt? Too bad. That's
what you get for letting your little thing get hard.
I'm going to let you breathe, but if you scream
I swear I'll crush them completely," she said,
giving him a little squeeze for emphasis that made
his stomach flip flop again.
When she finally let go of his crotch
and lifted up, tears poured from his eyes. He whimpered
as he gasped for breath, unable to believe the nightmare
he experienced could be real .
After that, everything became a painful,
breathless fog for Josh. He sobbed and sniffled
for every miserable breath she allowed as she smothered
him for what seemed like an eternity.
She smothered him with her ass until he
was too weak to move. He was overcome by the sensation
of her soft warm ass-flesh on his face. The smell
of her pungent ass odor filled his lungs. His terror
grew with every breathless moment.
Worse still were the humiliating words
of this beautiful woman as she laughed at his pain.
Everything about his perilous situation combined
to make her total superiority to him clear. With
each tiny breath he was allowed, Josh's horror began
anew as he was plunged again into the prison of
her ass-crack.
She rode him like that, grinding her ass
in his face, until he was felt like a thoughtless
mass of jelly. Alana used her body to take him to
the brink of suffocation again and again, until
his pain and fear melded into outright terror. Helpless
and broken, he was beyond rejoicing when she finally
climbed off of him and turned around.
"I think I may have a use for you
after all," she told him as she faced towards
him.
Alana sat on his face again. This time
she rubbed her crotch in his face. Her panties were
damp and hot on his nose and mouth. He only barely
comprehended that the aroma he now smelled was the
scent of her arousal. After a few minutes of this
new form of oxygen deprivation, Josh was only half
aware that his teacher was getting off on his face
as she moaned and humped above him.
She lifted off of him again and he lay
still. Air, precious air, that was all he cared
about. He gasped it in with helpless need.
"I can't take it anymore. I'm taking
off these panties and then I'm going to let you
try to please me. And you'd better, because if I
don't cum I might just smother you to death."
Josh's head lolled to the side and he
saw what should have been a beautiful sight--Alana
taking off her panties.
"Catch your breath little boy. I
expect you to do more than just lay there,"
she said.
She straddled him once more, sitting high
up on his chest. He gasped and coughed and slowly
recovered his breath. He watched as she rubbed herself
with deliberate care.
"You've probably never seen a pussy
outside of the dirty magazines you keep under your
bed. This is what a real woman's pussy looks like.
Get a good look, because if you don't do what I
want it's going to be the last thing you ever see."
Alana slid a finger into her wet folds
and then touched it to his lips.
"Suck it."
He took the wet finger into his mouth
and sucked at it's feminine flavor. Alana looked
pleased at his acquiescence. She slid forward until
her pubic hair touched his chin. Her hands moved
down to take rough hold of his head. She pulled
his face up towards her so that his mouth was jammed
into her crotch. Her wet slit smeared against his
lips and nose.
"Now lick it. Lick my pussy, you
worthless little shit."
Josh didn't think of resisting her. He
lapped at her sopping cunt with fearful eagerness,
any possibility of being aroused by the act now
beaten from his tortured body. He was just happy
that she wasn't smothering him. He would have done
anything to avoid angering her then.
She moaned as he worked his tongue on
her. His strength returned as he worked, and he
began to eat her pussy in earnest. He licked and
slurped with all his growing energy while she gloated
above him.
"That's it you little bitch. Eat
my pussy. Show me who's in charge. Get your worthless
little tongue up in there and work it. Come on,
eat me right or I'll smother you in pussy."
His head ached and his balled throbbed
with pain, but having a beautiful woman degrade
him while he licked her still turned him on. He
was humiliated by her words, by the shameful ease
with which she controlled him, but still his body
responded to her. He licked faster and harder as
he tried desperately to please her.
"Oh yes. Oh yes. Suck it! Oh my god
yes! Eat-my cunt. Eat it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck
fuck, fuck, fuck--there, oh . . . oh!"
He felt her weight shudder atop him and
then she cried out. Her hands kept his face pulled
painfully forward, her hips grinding her drooling
heat against him as he slurped up her juices.
After a moment, she climbed stiffly off
of him. Alana looked down at him with obvious contempt
before she turned and moved to straddle him again.
She took her place on his upper chest again and
he stared at her rear, which now loomed directly
in front of him.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it.
My *ass*. It's obvious from this picture that you
like it. Tell me how much you love my ass little
boy," she said, twisting around to watch his
face.
"I love your ass," he said,
his voice soft and meek before her.
"Is it beautiful?"
"Yes."
"Do you love everything about it?"
"Yes."
"I could smother you again with it
right now-do you fear it?"
"Yes."
"It controls you now, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"It owns you now, you are its slave.
Isn't that right?"
"Y-Yes."
She smiled at his admission.
"You want to worship it, don't you?"
"Yes." He said more firmly.
"Show me. Worship it. Worship my
ass," she said.
She reached back to spread her cheeks
with her hands before lowering herself onto his
face. He pushed his tongue up against her asshole
and she laughed. She hovered over him, letting him
lick her for a few moments before he felt her sit
all the way down again. He was smothering again,
buried in her bare ass.
"Remember little boy: as much as
you love my ass, it will destroy you if you displease
me. You are my toy and I can do with as I please.
I *own* you," she said, her voice sounding
impossibly calm to him as he struggled to breathe.
She sat there longer and longer until
it felt like his lungs would explode. His heart
pounded in his chest and he felt panic seize him.
He tried to wiggle free enough to get a breath,
but it was hopeless.
"Stop fighting it and give in. Give
yourself to my ass. You can't resist it, just let
it take control of you. Surrender to my ass."
He just lay still under her, his lungs
burning and his brain on fire. In his oxygen-starved
brain her ass was taking control of him. He couldn't
resist it. It did own him. As he blacked out the
last thing he heard was her mocking laughter.
*******
Alana watched Josh's chest slowly rise
and fall. It had felt so good to feel him snuffing
out beneath her that she'd had to fight the urge
to just stay there until the little shit was done.
The feeling of power it had given her
was amazing. Everything she'd done from the time
she'd locked the door to the studio and attacked
him had just felt so liberating, so *right*.
When she looked down at him sleeping there,
probably dreaming about her ass, she'd been furious.
She stared at him and thought to herself that he
was only an inch taller than her, and probably didn't
weigh much more. She thought about how good it would
feel to *make* him show her the respect she'd deserved,
and the she couldn't stop herself.
Once she'd gotten started, she couldn't
stop herself. She didn't want to--it felt too good
to be in control to give it up. Alana knew she'd
gone too far, but even still she wanted more.
Alana dressed herself and waited next
to him. When Josh awoke five minutes later, he brought
his hands up to his face and groaned.
"It's about time you woke up. Get
up," she said.
He noticed her standing over him for the
first time and she delighted at the immediate look
of fear that came to him. Alana turned in place
where she stood as he sat upright. She looked back
over her shoulder at him, and was pleased to see
him staring down at her rear. She knew he wasn't
looking at it with the lust he had before. Now he
looked mesmerized by it, as if it really did control
his mind.
"Go on little boy. Get down on your
knees and kiss it."
She watched as he stiffly moved behind
her. He pressed his lips into her crack and she
laughed at the sight.
"Good boy. Get your face in there
nice and deep," she said him, pushing her ass
back into his face.
Alana reached back and held his face deep
in her ass for a moment, savoring the profane scene.
What she had done was wrong, but how could she resist
the sight of him like that, broken and fearful of
her? How could she resist something that felt so
good? Wrong or not, she couldn't let it end. She
pushed him away with a flick of her hips.
"Get your things. I'm assigning you
some homework tonight. At *my* home."
She smiled as he meekly gathered his things
and followed her to the door.
*******
Josh's followed her in a daze. Just keeping
up with her on the way to her car was difficult--he
couldn't seem to catch his breath. His cheekbones
and nose felt hot and sensitive. His balls throbbed
with agonizing pain when he lowered himself into
the passenger seat of her car. His whole body ached--even
his tongue felt thick and sore in his mouth.
Sitting there he sniffed and realized
that he could still smell and taste her on his face.
The memory of being trapped under her beautiful
body brought a fresh wave of terror. That wasn't
the only feeling that thinking of her caused, though.
It was humiliating, but he couldn't deny
the arousal he felt. How could he be turned on by
someone who had treated him so badly? Why couldn't
he bring himself to flee?
He closed his eyes, trying to ease the
headache that made it so hard for him to think.
What thoughts he did have were of how beautiful
her ass really was, about how wonderful her pussy
tasted.
What was wrong with him? When he thought
about how scared and helpless he'd felt beneath
her, he couldn't help imaging her doing it to him
again! It was shameful, but on some level he had
to admit that he loved the way it felt when she
dominated him.
When the car stopped he opened his eyes
to find they were parked in the driveway of a house.
"Come on. Bring your things,"
she said.
Josh avoided her gaze. Looking straight
at her just intensified the humiliating feelings
of fear and desire. He followed her inside and set
down his things where she indicated. Once she locked
the door behind them, Alana seemed to change. She
looked more confident, and somehow even sexier.
"Get in there," she said, pushing
him into what looked like her living room. "Lay
down on the floor."
He lowered himself to her carpeted floor
and Alana moved to stand over him. She faced his
feet and he stared up at her gorgeous rear with
helpless need. Her ass did control him. No matter
how much the loss of control was scary, he couldn't
deny it then--he wanted her to do it again.
"Don't just stare at my ass, look
at me," she demanded.
Josh lifted his eyes to meet her gaze.
She really was beautiful. When would he ever get
a chance to touch her body like this? It was worth
going along with whatever perverted little games
she wanted to play--he could always stop her if
he wanted, right? After all, she was just a woman.
She'd surprised him in the studio, and then pushed
him until he was too dazed to fight.
"Say something smart now, mister."
He just lay there, confused by her request.
Her eyes narrowed, and then she lifted one foot
and pressed it to his crotch.
"Do you need encouragement? I want
to hear your little smart mouth run now," she
said, and he felt her foot start to mash down against
his sore crotch.
"No, wait!"
"Come on, we're all alone now. When
we were alone earlier you had something to say about
it. What did you say?"
He searched his memory for a moment. Pain
exploded through him as she put more weight on the
foot crushing his balls, and the pain jogged his
memory.
"Isn't this romantic?" he said
in a rush.
She relented her trampling attack and
smiled.
"That's better. Go on, smart-ass.
Say something else. You think you're too good an
artist to learn anything from me, don't you? Say
it," she demanded.
He was too frightened by the threat of
her foot on his crotch to try to resist her.
"I-I'm a better artist than you are."
"Yes, yes. Tell me what you really
think. You think I'm just a weak woman who can't
tell you what to do, right?"
"Yes."
"You think women are inferior to
men, don't you?"
Her voice sounded more urgent with each
demand. Why did she want him to say things like
this? She looked angrier with every passing minute.
"Yes."
"Tell me the truth, did you think
about fucking me?"
Was there really a chance that she was
going to have sex with him?
"Yes!"
She made a sort of snarling noise and
lowered herself towards him then. The tight material
of her pants, stretched tight across her round bottom,
filled his view as she sat down onto his face.
"Why you little impertinent shit.
We'll just see how big you feel when I'm done with
you," she said.
His head felt like it would burst when
she mashed her full weight down on him. This wasn't
the soft, warm embrace of her buttocks that he'd
felt earlier--this was the same sort of punishing
treatment he'd woken up to the first time. In pain
and unable to breathe, his fear returned with full
force
The seconds ticked by and still she didn't
let him breathe. His heart pounded and his fear
grew to a panicked terror. Was she trying to kill
him? Why had he played along with her, helped her
work up her anger?
He tried to struggle, but she didn't seem
to have any trouble keeping him pinned and soon
he felt himself grow even weaker. She grunted and
jammed her ass down even harder and he shuddered
as a helpless twitch ran through him. He was going
to die, die right there on her living room floor
in this humiliating position.
The darkness, when it came, was almost
a relief.
********
Alana tied Josh's hands and feet while
he lay unconscious. She stripped down to just her
underwear, and when he woke up she used her ass
to smother him out again.
When he woke up the next time, he begged
her to stop when she moved over him again. It was
exhilarating. Alana delighted to hear Josh's pitiful
little cries cut off when she sat back down on his
face. She held complete power over him, and she
loved the feeling.
After that she took him right to the edge,
again and again. She spent an hour like that, grinding
her ass in his face until his trembling body signaled
its surrender. Then, while he gasped for breath
she'd make him kiss her ass or admit to her superiority.
Every time she did it to him she grew
hotter, until finally she couldn't resist the urge
to let him pleasure her. She stripped off the panties
and rode his tongue until she came.
She rewarded his good work with a suffocating
pussy smother that made him see stars. After that
she alternated between smothering him and getting
herself off until she couldn't take it any more.
By that point, Josh had not just ceased
to resist her but ceased to do anything. He just
lay there and took whatever she gave him. When she
demanded he do something, he obeyed immediately.
She made him spend the night tied up on
her bedroom floor. On and off throughout the night
she awoke to the sound of him moaning in pain, and
sometimes she heard him softly sobbing, which made
her smile.
The next day she didn't have any classes
to teach so she continued on her mission to break
her captive boy. When she wasn't smothering him
or beating him, she took to making him draw for
her.
He drew picture after picture, each depicting
her dominating him. She made him draw himself smothering
under her ass. In others he depicted himself licking
her rear and kissing her feet.
Alana kept him weak and confused with
her constant smothering torture as the days passed.
He was probably missing classes, work, and appointments
with his friends, but she didn't care. She couldn't
get enough of dominating him
She formed him into a perfect little slave
boy. He did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted,
however she wanted it. He became her smother toy.
When Tuesday came around she had to leave
him to teach her morning class. She didn't worry
about him escaping though. She just gave him his
homework assignment and left him there, secure in
the knowledge that he was too broken to run.
He was so afraid of her then that it was
actually sort of cute. When she'd told him to draw
a picture of himself fucking her from behind, he'd
actually cowered at the thought.
When she returned from her class, Alana
stripped and made him kneel behind her while she
reviewed his work. As she looked over the filthy
image, the young man who'd been so rude and arrogant,
only days before, eagerly tongued her asshole.
Dominating Josh, turning him into this
ass-worshiping zombie-toy was the most exciting
and erotic moment of her life. She felt so alive,
so powerful and in control. She didn't know how
he had broken down so completely, and she didn't
care. He deserved it anyway, the little shit.
She pushed him away and turned to hold
the picture in front of him. "Get a good look
at this, boy. Because this is the closest you will
ever come to fucking me. Get your tongue in my pussy
and I'll tell you what you're going to do with this,"
she said.
As Josh began to lick her, Alana explained
to him what she had planned.
*********
That night at class, Josh sat down quietly
without speaking to the students around him. When
he took out his pad and supplies, he let the drawing
flutter out of his portfolio exactly as she'd ordered.
It landed by the feet of the girl next
to him. When she picked it up, her mouth dropped
open and she was frozen.
"Alana?" the female student
said.
"Yes Melinda?"
"I think you should look at this."
Alana walked over and looked down at the
drawing, which clearly showed a boy who looked like
Josh fucking a woman who looked like her from behind.
The hastily penciled title removed any doubt, though.
It read: "Fucking My Art Teacher".
She gasped in a breath as she feigned
outrage at the sight. It wasn't hard to work up
a fake rage at him, even though he had drawn it
under her command. All it took was remembering how
he'd made her feel when he talked back to her the
week before. She took the picture in one hand and
grabbed Josh by the shoulder with the other.
The class erupted in hushed whispering
as she dragged him roughly from the room. She left
the door open while she shouted at him in the hall,
enjoying the added humiliation she was visiting
on him by doing it within earshot of his classmates.
After she sent him away she paused in
the hall holding the picture. She thought it best
to let the class think she needed time to calm down
before she returned. In reality, she felt better
than ever. Josh was on his way to gather his clothes
and take them to her house, and he'd be waiting
for her when she got home.
When she showed the filthy picture to
the dean Josh would be thrown out of the college
for certain. Getting tossed would leave him free
to spend all his time with her. Besides, she planned
to give him all the education he'd need.
He wasn't going to need a degree for his
purpose in life--studying the fine art of being
her slave. She smiled as she thought about how good
it was going to feel when she celebrated getting
him expelled by making him beg to lick her ass.
He still had a lot to learn, but she could
handle it. She was, after all, an excellent art
teacher.
-The End-
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