Lessons with the governor

 

 Lessons with the governor
'sit down!' Strict administrators gave me strict orders and I was confined to a small school desk with sore knees because I was too tall. I sat down and looked at the teacher. Her satin blouse was buttoned up, only her bra was visible through the bright white blouse underneath. He purposely hits my desk with his cane and sees me shamelessly staring at him. My face flushed. "Next time I'm going to snap your finger," he threatened, pulling my hand from under the table and placing it on the school desk. His hands are strong. The tight market is strong. Hair pulled back makes the angular face stand out even more. Their movements are erratic, almost military.

My slave class begins. He wrote the lines on the board and explained them to me, but I could hardly follow him and was amazed by him. He turned his back so I couldn't see him staring at the bottom of his strict governess in a gray woolen pencil skirt. A matching suit jacket hangs on his teacher's chair and it looks as big as my strict teacher. My eyes were drawn to her beautiful and strong legs, only her calves visible. I imagine what it would be like to touch a calf in nylon. My pants are baggy. Please don't worry too much!

"Slave student, what are you thinking? What did I say?" Ask and come to me. I saw a sign and read "You may not masturbate without my permission" and I felt my wildest sexual fantasies come over me and of course I peed my pants. The solemn professor looked down at me and pushed the desk aside, and I instinctively put my hands on my hips. The thing he hit with the bamboo stick hit my finger hard. I scream. “I told you, cane training would be hard! Get your hands off me!”

I reluctantly obey.

"But I didn't want that." I try to defend myself but his stick hits me again. Moaning in pain from the repeated caresses, I pulled the person by the ear and dragged him to the corner of the room. My strict administration is driving me up a wall. "Now sit in the corner until I tell you to sit down again."

When you hear them walking, time seems to fly by. When I hear footsteps, sometimes I feel closer and sometimes further away. My feet hurt. Sometimes he poked me with a stick as if testing if I was still there. I trembled a little and didn't dare to argue anymore. In the end, he saved me. I can sit down again.

“The slave races continue. What are you going to learn from me?''

"Listen." I said, hoping it would be okay.

"And what else?" he asks me. I'm silent and I don't know what to answer.

"I will surrender unconditionally," he answered my question. He quickly grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back. You hear a click and you can no longer move your handcuffed hands. It hurts, it's uncomfortable. As she moved closer to me, I felt her satin blouse lightly touch my face. Her breasts are bigger than my head. I dare not look up.

“In my slave training, you will also learn to control your desires. Understand? I will decide for you! "I get what I want and need."

I nod and leave even more like a young student. Makes me read the slave rules out loud. Continues. I think it's a mantra. I feel like he's hypnotizing me. When the strict governor is behind me, he suddenly grabs my head and I tremble. "please read." He hissed in my ear like a snake. I read. Keep going.

"Never stop reading." he whispered, unbuckling my belt. It's cold, but I'm reading a book. I read furiously, as if my beautiful solemn master was giving me a lesson in servitude, a complete surrender of myself. As I read the same sentences over and over again, it all hit me. I feel his hand on me and the cane whistling at me again and again. But I still want to read the rules of slavery. I don't stop reading even when she brings me to orgasm, I can feel her breasts pressing against my head in my tutor's satin blouse and I know for sure that if I stop reading, she will too. So I read the book, erased the long memories of my slave lifestyle, closed my eyes as I read, and let whatever my governor do to me. The most important thing is not to stop.

(This is a fantasy because I dream of a strict governor who treats me like a little slave student and gives me slave lessons.)