Becoming Hers - Part one

Andrew looked out of the window down unto the yard below. It was lunch time for the senior and many of his classmates were running around on the football pitch, chunks of grass and mud flew up around their legs as they slid at each other, trading possession of the ball and profanities. Andrew cast his gaze to the left when a group of senior girls caught his attention. He looked at one girl. She had long flowing ginger hair that glimmered in the sun light. He followed her hair down past her narrow shoulders and it stopped just above her breasts. Andrew stared at the breasts that were barely being contained by the white cotton shirt that covered them. From this angle, he could clearly see a small point where the nipple was pressing hard against the shirt and they jiggled slightly when she laughed. Andrew felt a small bulge developing within his boxer shorts and adjusted his posture to hide his excitement from Mrs Rodgers.

However, his shuffling had earned Mrs Rodgers attention. “Andrew!” she shouted and thumped her palm down on the desk in front of him. Andrew jumped around in his seat and his heart started to pump hard. “Ye-Yes Mrs Rodgers??” he enquired. “What are you staring at? You are on detention for a reason and that reason is not to stare vacantly out the window!” Andrew looked up at Mrs Rodgers. She was on another one of her school-wide famous rants that ended up with her saying how any bad student needed to be punished. But, Andrew didn’t care about this as Mrs Rodgers had a body that had once led to the description of “a fuckable horney bitch” being written on the senior boys toilet walls.

Andrew felt the bulge in his trousers getting bigger as he examined Mrs Rodgers. Her blonde/black hair was tied up as usual, into the small round bun at the back of her head and her blue eyes and moist red lips were created an atmosphere of both authority and mystery. Her long neck was host to a necklace that Andrew followed down her soft, apple blossom skin and it came to rest just to the top of her deep cleavage. His boxer shorts tightened as he gazed at her chest. The pattern of her leopard print bra was just visible through her bulging shirt. Andrew tried to look down further at her figure but was denied this pleasure by the desk. Before he could condemn his thoughts to the mercy of his adolescent imagination, Mrs Rodgers crudely awakened him. “Andrew! Andrew! Snap out of it and get working!” she scolded.

Mrs Rodgers walked behind Andrew and leaned over his shoulder to look at his work. Her heaving chest rested gently upon his upper back. Andrew felt his cock swell but couldn’t do anything to hide. A sweat began to break out on his palms. He was nervous but also felt excited. Each time Mrs Rodgers took a breath, her chest would rise from Andrew’s back and then come down and rest upon it again, making his cock grow ever more sensitive. “Hmm, not bad but it isn’t finished yet.” Her eyes left the sheets of paper on his desk but as they did, she noticed the large, round bulge that was now pressing hard against his trousers. She drew her hand onto Andrew’s far shoulder and leant down so that her ruby red lips were up close to his ear at the other shoulder. “My my Andrew, what’s got you so…” she paused and caressed Andrew’s shoulder with her red fingernails. “…excited?” He felt his boxer shorts get smaller as his cock grew harder. Mrs Rodgers’ voice was slow and deep now. “Is it any of the girls out there” Her voice drifted in the direction of the window. “Or, perhaps…” It drifted back to his ear again. “…is it someone a bit closer?” Her voice trailed off at the end and she stood up. Andrew felt the warmth of her breasts leave his back. She walked forwards, dragging her fingernails across Andrews shoulder in such a way as to make him quiver in excitement. She walked past his desk, her red, heeled shoes created an authoritive noise as they made contact with the cold tiled floor. She continued toward a pile of textbooks that had been left on the floor. Finally, he got to see the rest of her figure. Her waist was packing just slightest amount of fat to compliment her curvy figure. Her white shirt stopped at her waist where a plain, black skirt took over. It wasn’t the shortest skirt Andrew had seen but it stopped as to just expose a small part of her thigh which was draped in soft, dark silky stockings. His cock grew even harder as he imagined running his hands slowly along the silky stockings, up past her thigh and finding her hot, moist pussy. Mrs Rodgers stopped just before the pile of book, cast a playful smile toward Andrew, whose gaze was transfixed upon her. She bent over, slowly, showing off her supple round buttocks. She bent further giving Andrew a clear view up her skirt and between her legs. He was able to see the where the top of her stockings stopped to reveal her bare thigh. As he followed he thighs he was met with a pair of matching leopard print French knickers.

She brought her hands toward the books and then let out a soft groan. This groan pushed Andrew even further and he brought his right hand down to his aching bulge and began to rub himself through his trousers. “Ah ah ah” Mrs Rodgers said sternly and motioned him to come over to her. Without thought, Andrew rose from his seat and walked nervously towards her. His felt his hard cock rubbing against his boxer shorts as he moved closer and closer to her. “Picking up those books” she motioned towards the pile on the floor. Again, without thought or hesitation he picked up the books. She stared deeply into his eyes, “Follow me”, she said. Andrew obeyed her and followed her to her desk. “Put the books over there”. Andrew sat the books down beside the desk. “Good boy.” she said. Andrew felt good; hearing her praise made his cock grow thicker and harder. He wanted more; he wanted to hear her praise.

“Hmm, lunch break lasts for another forty minutes, I think that’s enough time to start the training.” “What training?” Andrew asked. The thought of being trained into something by this woman made his cock. “The training to become my play-thing, my slave and my possession. You will do what I say, when I say. You will not question me. “My pleasure will come at your expense” She smiled devilishly. “Your reward will be my moans, my groans and my screams.” “You will not be allowed to feel pleasure unless I allow you to.” “Am I clear Andrew?” Andrew’s mind was buzzing with excitement. He lied to himself and pretend to think about all of his options at this point, where deep down, he knew there was only one. “Yea, very clear” Mrs Rodgers drew her hand and slapped Andrew across his cheek, leaving a hot red mark. “Then, you will start by speaking to me formally and with respect. You will not talk unless you are given permission or I expect a response from you. And, you will call me Mrs Rodgers or miss. Am I clear?” She enquired firmly. “Yes miss, completely clear miss.” Having to speak like this and obeying what he has been told made Andrew’s cock swell even larger. It was incredibly sensitive and aching for relief. Mrs Rodgers could sense this. She saw his pulsing cock through his trousers. “Hmph, good boy. Now let’s get started, what should I teach you first? Submission or endurance?” She walked up to him and looked deeply into his eyes, without breaking contact; she placed her hand down in front of his bulge. She watched as his eyes trembled in excitement. Her hand moved down and her fingertips stroked the mass of trembling flesh under the thin trousers. He quivered and broke eye contact. Mrs Rodgers slapped him again and grabbed his face, forcing eye contact once more. “You must learn to control yourself; you must not feel pleasure unless I permit you to.” “Yes Mrs Rodgers” Andrew replied obediently.

“Now, open your trousers and let your cock out.” She ordered. “Yes miss” Andrew’s cock, sprung out from his trousers. It was rock hard, about six inches long and quite thick. His stuck up at a small angle. It throbbed with a longing to be satisfied. “Not bad” she said. Mrs Rodgers made eye contact again, “Look at your cock” she ordered. Andrew looked down at his aching cock. “Your cock is not yours anymore. It is mine, to do with as I please. Just as your entire body is nothing but my toy. But, my toy needs trained don’t you?” “Yes miss” he replied, the excitement of being so submissive made his cock pulse even harder. Mrs Rodgers smiled, “Good boy”. As she said this, she moved closer to Andrew and knelt down. “Before you can even hope to be able to my fuck toy and please me, you must learn not to feel pleasure unless I let you. You must learn that I am your master, you are nothing but a possession.” “Yes miss”. “Good”. Andrew felt the warm moist breath of her last words fall past his cock. He shivered. Without warning, Mrs Rodgers plunged Andrews throbbing cock into her moist, warm mouth. She focused on the head, it sliding back and forth over her moist red lips, she sucked hard. Mrs Rodgers gently cupped Andrews balls with one and but never broke eye contact. It was too much; Andrew let out a groan and fired hot white cum all over Mrs Rodgers face. She held her face there, coating it in Andrew’s thick creamy juices. Another groan and Andrew spurted even more onto Mrs Rodgers face. She squeezed his balls and pleasure soon turned to pain. Andrew’s moans turned into screams. He collapsed in pain.

“I told you” Mrs Rodgers said. “You must learn to endure; you must not feel pleasure until I permit it. Do you understand?” Andrew struggled to gain a breath, “Ye-Ye-Yes Miss” his voice trembled. “Then, you must be punished”. Mrs Rodgers took out a large red butt plug and drove it into Andrew’s virgin ass without warning. He shrieked in terror and could feel a small trickle of blood slowly move down between his cheeks. But, he accepted it. This was his punishment. “You are to wear that until this time tomorrow when you will come to me and I shall remove it, now get cleaned up” Mrs Rodgers said as she wiped the last remnants of Andrews hot cum from her face. She was glad he had come so hard, for she would make sure it was the last time he would do so freely. “Andrew, before I go, take this.” She handed him a small mp3 player. “What’s this??” Andrew enquired, still finding it difficult to find a breath. “It contains a playlist of tracks I have created that will help to prepare your mind for the weeks to come. Listen to the files at night; they will help to heighten the joy you feel when you carry out my commands. It will also help to begin the break down process of your mind from an individual, to my possession. There are other effects the files will have upon you but I will keep these secret from you for now. Now leave, good boy”. She smiled and watched as Andrew left with a slight limp, no doubt caused by his punishment. “Training will be fun” she thought…