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Submitting To: My High School Teacher
Jack Lemming's ripped body and good looks can't save him from stage fright once he hits the sheets! Driven crazy trying to be dominant, it takes his high school teacher to take him down, bringing Jack into a new world of servitude to his Queens.
Who wouldn't want to submit to a stern, mature, but smoking biology teacher? Jack sure can't resist. He's putty in her hands and she barely lays a finger on him... This time. For now, he's only allowed instruction and that's just how she likes it.
“Sit,” she said as she turned from me, keeping her back to me until I sat down. “Good. Hands back.”
“Wait, what? Why? Mindy what is all this….? What is…?” My voice cracked halfway through my last words and I felt her hand come down on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“Hands back, dear,” she said softly.
“I...I don't know… What are you going to do to me?”
“Just trust me, dear. Can't you do that for me? You trust me, don't you?” She cupped my chin and pulled it up so that our eyes met and in that moment I felt my fears—all my worries and doubts—melt. I felt...peace.
“Yes.” It felt so right to say. I threw my hands back, against the back of the chair and she let go of my chin, pulling out a rope. The texture was coarse—rough—as she tied my hands together, prompting me to struggle a little to try and get comfortable.
“That wasn't so hard, was it?” she asked as she came around.
No, it really...wasn't. I shook my head and said, “No.”
She frowned a little, coming closer to me and spreading her legs to sit on my lap. “'No,' what?” she whispered, using two fingers to walk up my chest and up to my throat.
“N-no, ma'am?”
She nodded. “Correct.” A dull pain at the back of my head made me cry out, feeling her fingers dig into my hair and yank it. Right as my groan began she slid her lips atop mine and we were sharing a deep kiss. God, what are you doing to me…?
Who wouldn't want to submit to a stern, mature, but smoking biology teacher? Jack sure can't resist. He's putty in her hands and she barely lays a finger on him... This time. For now, he's only allowed instruction and that's just how she likes it.
“Sit,” she said as she turned from me, keeping her back to me until I sat down. “Good. Hands back.”
“Wait, what? Why? Mindy what is all this….? What is…?” My voice cracked halfway through my last words and I felt her hand come down on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“Hands back, dear,” she said softly.
“I...I don't know… What are you going to do to me?”
“Just trust me, dear. Can't you do that for me? You trust me, don't you?” She cupped my chin and pulled it up so that our eyes met and in that moment I felt my fears—all my worries and doubts—melt. I felt...peace.
“Yes.” It felt so right to say. I threw my hands back, against the back of the chair and she let go of my chin, pulling out a rope. The texture was coarse—rough—as she tied my hands together, prompting me to struggle a little to try and get comfortable.
“That wasn't so hard, was it?” she asked as she came around.
No, it really...wasn't. I shook my head and said, “No.”
She frowned a little, coming closer to me and spreading her legs to sit on my lap. “'No,' what?” she whispered, using two fingers to walk up my chest and up to my throat.
“N-no, ma'am?”
She nodded. “Correct.” A dull pain at the back of my head made me cry out, feeling her fingers dig into my hair and yank it. Right as my groan began she slid her lips atop mine and we were sharing a deep kiss. God, what are you doing to me…?
29 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 27, 2015
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About the author
Silk Weaver
10 books4 followersMaking her debut in 2014, Silk Weaver continues to be a steadily growing force in the world of erotic literature.
The stories she writes, though they vary from thread to thread, each ensnare the reader in her creations until they're on the edge of their seat waiting for the next part to be woven.
Since starting, she's shifted her focus to the Femdom niche from the male POV!
The stories she writes, though they vary from thread to thread, each ensnare the reader in her creations until they're on the edge of their seat waiting for the next part to be woven.
Since starting, she's shifted her focus to the Femdom niche from the male POV!
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