In town, after my first day of teaching, i was understandably curious about the town that could accept and get away with so much wrong-doing. People in groups will sometimes give into certain ideas and patterns in some weird circumstances.
The entire town was obviously built with the high-school in mind. Driving around, one could see that all major buildings were built around this highschool. I need to learn as much as i can. I might have some ideas about how to accomplish that though. A little bit of social engineering, but there is only time for questions now… and maybe a little ‘personal’ time.
Ever since moving here i’ve been unusually horny. Maybe its just being away from Jane. Maybe… no. Give me a break. *Maybe its something in the water,* i joke to myself.
The town is built around an all girl’s high-school. The only high-school. But that leaves the obvious question of where the boys are taught? Perhaps they aren’t forced or even expected to go to highschool. It seems like men have little to no personal responsibility here. I notice there aren’t any police around. Maybe it’s because they have a low crime rate. Maybe it’s because they don’t bother enforcing laws.
The high-school is a red brick building, obviously constructed well and with class that only rich people could give. City hall is located believe or not just on the other side of the street, a building made from marble and stone, cut into greek style to give it that authenticity. Around the two main structures was a highly organized series of shops, with bustling people that seemed careless. It wasn’t a town of women in dresses and men in suits, rather it was a mix of everything. Some women in dresses, some wearing normal clothes. Some wearing hardly a thing at all. But they were all so clearly entranced by the reality constructed for them. The men’s perfect, willing breeding stock.
Outside the shops and center of town, high-quality homes stretched on. In my driving i seldom saw any poor property or people. Everyone seemed to be prospering.
The only thing i know so far is that they breed and raise women to be perfect, breedable sex objects. They make them proud of it. Really proud of it, not just faking. I can see it in their eyes. As a submissive gal, it turns me on to some degree. But i have serious work to do here.
The first place i parked was clothing store. It was what you would expect of this town. It even had a section just for the high-school girls.
I don’t know what compelled me to do this. But i grabbed a high-school girl uniform, the fully transparent top and pointless mini-skirt.
I went to the dressing room. There, i undressed, taking off my bra and panties. There wasn’t a door on the dressing stall… but i undressed anyway.
Not long after undressing i was staring at myself looking very much like on of those high-school girls. I took red lipstick out of my purse. The mini-skirt is made such that the panties are completely visible, and the panties seem to be of a very specifc geometry. As i moved, it felt almost as if the panties were tight around my pussy; both making it visible as well as stimulating it a bit. The shirt was the same, a transparent fabric that felt soft and stimulating to my nipples, but left something lacking. The shirt itself made me wish someone with strong hands would hold my breasts and squeeze. I wasn’t even aware this was possible in fashion, but then again, normally girls are wearing bras.
This next thing was also unusual for me. I don’t know why this keeps happening. I licked my finger, sucking on it, staring myself in the mirrior. I’m probably just trying to figure out what it feels like to be a young girl in this town. As i sucked on my own finger, it felt good to… see myself. Like that. With wet panties, red-lipstick, sucking on my own finger like I just needed to suck on anything. My hips even gyrated in place. I felt the deep need for orgasm and relief from this preasure.
I bought the clothes. I don’t know why i did that either. I played it off to the store clerk like i had a daughter.
Now done with the store, i decided to go home.
Almost immeadiately upon closing my door i adorned the school-slut- wait, i don’t like that word, *ahem*, i adorned the school-girl outfit and teased myself with it.
A submissive like me masturbating is different from normal girls. Most i assume just start rubbing. Me though, due to both my nature and my time with Jane, i don’t feel right doing that.
The first thing i did was stretch a bit. The tight panties firmly caressed my already wet pussy, it seemed to tease it for me with my every move; there is something so perverted about that. These hundreds of young girls, walking around, being teased all day by their own highly-engineered uniform.
I only got even wetter as time went on. I teased myself just by stretching, but also pressing my pussy into furniture, like a desperate horny girl would. The soft fabric of my shirt made my nipples feel warm and fuzzy, as my breasts seemed to bounce around with every step. The v-neck of the shirt showed so much clevage i thought my breasts could easily just slip out.
I got so worked up so fast; like the bitch in heat i was, i quickly went for my sex toys with a heart pounding. I felt like a teenager again, searching the house for any greater source of pleasure than just my hand alone.
Of course Jane got my actual sex toys, and she didn’t she away from getting anything i would need. Contained within a lock-box there is a super-big dildo, vibrators, clit-sized vibrators, butt-plugs, and plenty of lube plus some massage oil. Even a pair of panties she made herself, with a small little vibator sewn into the fabric, and a battery pocket. We never wore it in public however. Someday though i know we will.
As i layed in bed i quickly realized how i was dripping like i was a depraved sex-addict. My first finger entered with such ease, but i was as tight as ever. In my high-school girl outfit and red-lipstick i would fantasize about being one of those sweet young women. I imagined Jane as my teacher, upset with me for masturbating in class to much, and subsequently forcing me to masturbate for her as detention after school, so that i might get it out of my system.
Of course, in my fantasy, things only get worse and worse for my sweet little high-school pussy. My mistress teacher Jane commands me to rub myself till i can no longer continue; but after several orgasms, she can see i will never stop.
Instead, my imaginatory Jane gains a strap-on cock. She looks so hot in the leather strap and black-dildo; obscenely large for my little tight slit.
She forces me down, face down hard on the ground, in a near-instant forcing the cock into my virgin pussy. My hole is ruined instantly, my mistress sighing in relief knowing that now perhaps i will not continue. She violently humps the dildo in and out, her powerful hips decimating me. Stretching me out, using me, degrading me, ruining me of losing my virginity to a actual man; someone i could worship and obey. Instead, i am taken by my high-school teacher, fucked by a fake cock and enjoying it all the same.
My slutty little pussy *(fuck it feels good to use the word slut)* only gets wet – stretching to accomadate the pounding cock, my slutty primal natures taking over. My mind becomes broken, i drool, i beg for more incoherrently. A torrent of pleasure comes over me.
Suddenly its just me, the spinning ceiling fan, and the shame of my fantasy. Stillness all around, hand holding the wet vibrator to my side. God i can’t believe my pervertedness. Its no big deal i suppose; *its not the real me,* i think to myself. *Or is it?* something strikes back. I choose to ignore it.
Now for the rest of my friday afternoon, i can eat dinner and develop upon my plan. It is pretty genius in my opinion.
The basic idea is that i’m going to use my position as a teacher to talk to parents. I will visit their homes, be very friendly, and pretend to be interested in what parents want from their daughters education. They’ll think i’m just trying to be a good teacher and appreciate it; but really, it’ll be a study into the average parent of this town. I can get a sense of how in holy hell they’re just **okay** with the mass over-sexualization of girls in this town. Will the mothers, deep down, really be okay with it? Maybe i can find out. God… what if they *are* okay with it? What if it turns them on… how crazy would that be? Its too crazy. There is simply no way that’s true.
The men though; are they all just, mysoginistic? Or are they just full-on immoral, in any regard. Are they all… helping their daughters along, in this mass sexual abuse of high-school girls. Oh god damn it, i’m wet again. I really got to take off this uniform. Its making me horny too often.
I already have a spreadsheet of students i have, with their parents and addresses. I can visit a few this weekend maybe. Annabelle’s parents would be a good start right?
Fuck, i’m wet again.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7f8cmp/investigating_the_slave_school_part_2_f_roleplay
I can’t wait to explore this world more! So hot!