13-03-2020, 10:44 AM
2. THE FIRST DAY
I arrived, disheveled, exhausted and PMS-ing after a five day drive that was one disaster after another and had me arriving a day later than anticipated.
Headmistress Alexis, she refused to allow anyone to refer to her by her last name (and I quickly learned that all the teachers allowed their students to call them by their first names as well), was so sweet and helpful when I arrived. She wasn't fazed at all when I called her about my travel problems and after I finally did arrive she had students help me get settled in. I arrived just after 3:30 of the first day of school; I ended up finally meeting Headmistress Alexis in person at her office, curious if she was as commanding in person as she was on the phone and on Skype.
Her secretary, a very pretty young woman, greeted me, "Headmistress Alexis, will be with you in a moment, ma'am."
I smiled, "Please call me Jasmine."
"Of course, Ms. Jasmine" the blonde smiled, before disappearing behind the door.
I waited a couple of minutes before I was finally face to face with the woman who changed my life and would change it even more later.
She walked directly to me and surprised me by embracing me in a warm hug the moment we met. Breaking the hug which seemed longer than usual non-family hugs she said, "Jasmine, I am so happy you made it here."
"Sorry, I am late," I repeated my apology from a couple previous phone calls.
"No problem, I am just so happy you have agreed to be a part of our family," she said, squeezing my arm.
I thought she was very pretty during our Skype interview, but the Internet did not do her justice. She was a black haired beauty (like the ones you only see in fashion magazines or movies), dressed in a professional business suit, black pantyhose and five inch heels that had me feeling overwhelmed. She oozed a mixture of power and sex, something I always wished I had; I was instantly intimidated by her even though she was soft spoken, caring and excessively touchy-feely. I felt even more inferior as I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, perfect for driving but not for meeting your well-dressed boss.
"I am very thrilled to have been offered this opportunity," I replied, as she sat on her desk and crossed her pantyhose clad legs. My eyes watched her legs briefly, the pantyhose seeming to literally shine.
Unfortunately, she noticed me looking and smiled, as if she knew of my secret fascination for pantyhose and my secret fantasies of submitting to a woman. "They are Wolffords."
"What is?" I asked, confused.
"My pantyhose," she said, seemingly noticing I was staring at her legs.
"Ok," I said blushing, but trying to be casual about it.
"Feel them," she offered, her voice soft and inviting.
"Pardon?" I asked.
"You need to feel how soft they are," she said, her heel dangling from her foot.
"Ok," I said, nervous and yet curious. I moved to her and touched near her knee. I had worn silky smooth pantyhose my whole life, but I had never felt anything so outrageously soft. "Oh my," I said out loud.
She agreed, "I know. They are what all the students wear too. I believe that for our school to be the best we must be the best in everything. We recruit the best students, we hire the best teachers, we have the best technology, and we must dress the best as well."
"Wow," I said, so used to getting by with outdated computers, worn out textbooks, and teachers who hated their jobs.
She continued, "The skirts the girls wear are Ralph Lauren and the pantyhose Wolford, I considered making the shirts all uniform too but I wanted the students to have it all."
"How so?" I asked, impressed but curious.
"Well the skirt and pantyhose implies conformity, family and team," she explained, before adding, "yet, choosing their own blouse or sweater gives them a chance to show their individuality."
"Wow giving the resemblance of choice while still controlling it," I assessed impressed.
"It's a mirage," she smiled back.
"Ahhhh, with you being the puppet master," I joked back.
Her smile widened, "I control everything that happens here, Jasmine."
"So it seems," I replied, amazed by just how manipulative and yet brilliant the Headmistress was.
She pressed her intercom and said, "Amanda, please bring in the pantyhose."
"I have always believed how you dress commands a certain respect that is almost never questioned," she explained, her shoe slipping from her foot and dropping to the floor.
I noticed her toenails were ruby red and the pantyhose were sandlefoot, the same kind I always wear.
"I agree," I said, before adding, "I would have liked to meet you in person dressed more professionally than I am today."
She laughed. "I don't always dress like this either."
Amanda entered and I noticed she was wearing the same shiny type of pantyhose, although hers were a mocha color, the kind I liked the most (it made the pale me look like I have a tan). "Here you go, Headmistress."
"Thank you Amanda," the Headmistress said, taking a small bag.
I watched as Amanda silently knelt down, picked up Alexis's shoe and slipped it back on her foot.
"Good girl," Alexis said, as if she was speaking to a child and Amanda left the room without a word.
I must have looked as perplexed as I felt as the Headmistress explained, "Amanda used to be quite a handful, but through constant discipline she has learned to be very obedient."
In retrospect, this was the second oddity that should have set off alarms in my head (the first was letting me touch her leg), but I was so in awe of her confidence and unexplainable allure I missed the clues completely.
I nodded, "I wish students at my old schools were so obedient."
"Oh here, you will learn the students are very well-behaved," she said, yet her tone implied she wasn't talking about school. Again, In retrospect there were so many clues as to what was underneath the surface (pun intended), but I was so taken with her confidence, beauty and intelligence that it never occurred to me that I was being pulled into a web of sin, being groomed for a position much different than what I was hired for.
"I think I am going to like it here," I smiled. "I have never felt I had the support of my administration at any of my old schools. Oh sure they talked the talk, but they tripped anytime they tried to walk."
She laughed, before her tone got serious, "That is funny. But here, I back up everything I say."
I stammered, not wanting to imply I was doubting her, "I-I-I didn't mean to imply I was questioning you."
"I know, dear," she smiled warmly. Being called 'dear' was odd considering I was no doubt a few years older than her. She handed me the bag and said, "Here are a dozen pair of Wolfford pantyhose for you in a variety of colors."
Taking the bag, I replied, my face showing my surprise at such an odd gift, "Thank you."
"You are welcome, Ms. Walker," she replied.
My face went beet red. No one knew my secret erotica identity.
She instantly corrected herself, "I mean, Ms. Winston. Sorry, I was just on the phone with a Mrs. Walker about a coaching opportunity at our school.
I let out a sigh of relief, feeling my secret was still safe, completely oblivious to the reality that it wasn't an error and that the labyrinth of innuendo and seduction was underway.
Again, in retrospect it was so obvious....
"Go have a shower and dress up, Jasmine, we have a faculty supper we delayed a day so you could meet the rest of the staff," she instructed.
Happy to have a shower and present myself respectively, I didn't notice her words were an order and not a suggestion. "Ok, I definitely could use a long hot shower."
"I will have Amanda come and get you at ten to seven," Alexis said.
"Sounds good, I don't think I would be able to find anything around here on my own," I joked.
Alexis smiled, "Don't worry my dear, we will look after you here."
An hour later I had been shown my fully furnished apartment (it was nearly as luxurious as a Penthouse of a hotel), I unpacked a few dresses and clean undergarments and had a nice, long, hot shower. Deciding to try to impress the immaculate Headmistress, I choose a dress rather glamorous for a faculty supper, a red dress that I had only worn once at a wedding and I pulled out a pair of mocha pantyhose, identical to the ones Amanda was wearing earlier, and put them on. As I slid them on my legs I felt rich and decadent. It was like the time I was upgraded to first class and was treated like royalty. The nylon was so soft I got myself slightly damp touching my own legs. I resisted the temptation to masturbate even though I had not had an orgasm for a few days (the long days of driving exhausting me past the point of my usual daily self-exploration and I was just finishing my period). Instead, I did my make-up and hair and tried to look my best.
A knock on my door, at exactly ten to seven startled me as did Amanda's outfit. She was dressed in a skin tight red dress, five-inch heels and black pantyhose that seemed to shimmer and shine. She was easily one of the prettiest young women I had ever seen in person and I knew the temptation to misbehave was going to be very difficult. The apple was right in front of me and seemingly offering for me to take a bite.
"You look beautiful, Ms. Walker," she complimented.
"As do you," I returned the compliment.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Almost," I said, adding, "I just have to slip on my heels."
"Let me help you with that," she offered, entering my room.
"It's ok," I replied, but she was already on her knees grabbing my foot.
"No, I insist, Ms. Walker," she countered, as I looked down at her, my pussy getting an uncontrollable tingle.
I lifted up my foot and she slipped my first heel on and then did the same to the other. Once done, she stood back up and smiled, "There, is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Walker?"
Her tone was so sweet, sincere and yet seemingly implying almost anything I was so distracted by her beauty, eagerness and unspoken implications. I stammered, "N-n-no I think that will be all."
"Yes, Ma'am," she shrugged, "Well are you ready to go then?"
"As ready as I ever will be," I said, nervous to be meeting all my new colleagues.
She offered her arm, which was strange, but I took it and she began leading me through endless hallways with my arm hooked in hers, feeling a little lightheaded by her touch, no matter how innocent it was. A slight wetness formed in my panties as my body pondered the taboo possibilities with this young beauty.
Thankfully before I got to wet, we arrived at the hall, which was rather extravagant like everything else at the school so far. I was the last to arrive and as soon as I did I was thankful I spent the time to look my best. Each member of the faculty was dressed in either a skirt and blouse or a dress, and all were wearing similar glimmering pantyhose.
I was introduced to the rest of the small staff, each one seemed as sweet and genuine as the next. They all offered their assistance in whatever I needed. I learned that everyone on staff had been here at least five years and the woman I was replacing resigned only because she was offered a job on Senator Erica Smith's staff, an alumnus of the school.
We had a great evening of getting to know each other and socializing. The dinner was delicious and I was surprised when three hours had so quickly passed. When I realized the time, my body suddenly hit the wall and I said to Alexis, "Thanks for the great welcome, but I am completely beat."
"You're welcome," she smiled, squeezing my hand. "Let me just text Nicole and make sure they are done in your room."
"Done what?" I asked.
"Unpacking you," she answered, as if the answer was obvious.
Instantly I panicked. What if they opened my box of toys? Being single for a while now I had purchased a few self-help toys. Although it wasn't a massive collection, it was definitely in the category of things students didn't need to know about me.
"They are just finishing up," Alexis said. "You can meet some of your seniors before you officially meet them in class tomorrow."
The thought of meeting some of my students was exciting, the thought of my students holding my dildo, vibrator, rabbit, or butt plug (I bought out of curiosity, but had never actually tried always chickening out at the last second) was mortifying. I said my goodbyes and headed back to my room.
After all the surprises of the day, I received another one when I entered my room and four girls, all still dressed in their school uniforms, were breaking boxes down.
A pretty blonde saw me first and said, her accent heavily English, "Welcome to Chateau Johnson, I am Lisa."
"And I am Priya," added a dark skinned beauty who's breasts were barely held in by her tight blouse, two buttons at the top undone, her pink lace bra easy to see. "Wow, you are a knockout," she added.
I blushed at the compliment from a student, but before I could respond a red haired beauty, with green eyes, sauntered over to me, clearly the leader of the group, extended her hand and greeted, "Hi, Ms. Jasmine, I am Nicole. President of the Class of 2013."
"Hi Lisa, Priya and Nicole," I replied, scanning for the box that had my toys in it.
"Don't forget me," called a girl with a very clear Aussie accent from the kitchen. Peaking around the corner, a short hair blonde greeted, "Hi, I'm Christine."
"Well it is nice to meet you all," I smiled, "but I hope there won't be a name test tomorrow, I am way too tired to promise I will remember."
Lisa joked, "I thought you were supposed to give the tests?"
I laughed back, "Good, we are on the same wavelength."
"Well, we will let you get some rest before you are fed to the lions," Nicole smiled, her eyes drawing me in.
"Thanks ladies, you saved me hours of work," I said.
"At Chateau Johnson we are one big happy family," Priya added.
"Well, thanks again," I said.
"My cell number is on the table in case you can't find anything," Nicole added, before moving to my ear and whispering, "Your box of toys is under your bed."
My face flushed and I stammered, "T-t-thanks."
"No worries, Ms. Jasmine, we all have our skeletons," the redhead added, her tone ominous.
The girls said goodbye and left me alone. I was a bit rattled and worried that the whole school would end up knowing about my box of toys. Luckily, I was so overtired, I got undressed and collapsed into bed, oblivious to the many subtle clues that hinted at the things to come.
I arrived, disheveled, exhausted and PMS-ing after a five day drive that was one disaster after another and had me arriving a day later than anticipated.
Headmistress Alexis, she refused to allow anyone to refer to her by her last name (and I quickly learned that all the teachers allowed their students to call them by their first names as well), was so sweet and helpful when I arrived. She wasn't fazed at all when I called her about my travel problems and after I finally did arrive she had students help me get settled in. I arrived just after 3:30 of the first day of school; I ended up finally meeting Headmistress Alexis in person at her office, curious if she was as commanding in person as she was on the phone and on Skype.
Her secretary, a very pretty young woman, greeted me, "Headmistress Alexis, will be with you in a moment, ma'am."
I smiled, "Please call me Jasmine."
"Of course, Ms. Jasmine" the blonde smiled, before disappearing behind the door.
I waited a couple of minutes before I was finally face to face with the woman who changed my life and would change it even more later.
She walked directly to me and surprised me by embracing me in a warm hug the moment we met. Breaking the hug which seemed longer than usual non-family hugs she said, "Jasmine, I am so happy you made it here."
"Sorry, I am late," I repeated my apology from a couple previous phone calls.
"No problem, I am just so happy you have agreed to be a part of our family," she said, squeezing my arm.
I thought she was very pretty during our Skype interview, but the Internet did not do her justice. She was a black haired beauty (like the ones you only see in fashion magazines or movies), dressed in a professional business suit, black pantyhose and five inch heels that had me feeling overwhelmed. She oozed a mixture of power and sex, something I always wished I had; I was instantly intimidated by her even though she was soft spoken, caring and excessively touchy-feely. I felt even more inferior as I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, perfect for driving but not for meeting your well-dressed boss.
"I am very thrilled to have been offered this opportunity," I replied, as she sat on her desk and crossed her pantyhose clad legs. My eyes watched her legs briefly, the pantyhose seeming to literally shine.
Unfortunately, she noticed me looking and smiled, as if she knew of my secret fascination for pantyhose and my secret fantasies of submitting to a woman. "They are Wolffords."
"What is?" I asked, confused.
"My pantyhose," she said, seemingly noticing I was staring at her legs.
"Ok," I said blushing, but trying to be casual about it.
"Feel them," she offered, her voice soft and inviting.
"Pardon?" I asked.
"You need to feel how soft they are," she said, her heel dangling from her foot.
"Ok," I said, nervous and yet curious. I moved to her and touched near her knee. I had worn silky smooth pantyhose my whole life, but I had never felt anything so outrageously soft. "Oh my," I said out loud.
She agreed, "I know. They are what all the students wear too. I believe that for our school to be the best we must be the best in everything. We recruit the best students, we hire the best teachers, we have the best technology, and we must dress the best as well."
"Wow," I said, so used to getting by with outdated computers, worn out textbooks, and teachers who hated their jobs.
She continued, "The skirts the girls wear are Ralph Lauren and the pantyhose Wolford, I considered making the shirts all uniform too but I wanted the students to have it all."
"How so?" I asked, impressed but curious.
"Well the skirt and pantyhose implies conformity, family and team," she explained, before adding, "yet, choosing their own blouse or sweater gives them a chance to show their individuality."
"Wow giving the resemblance of choice while still controlling it," I assessed impressed.
"It's a mirage," she smiled back.
"Ahhhh, with you being the puppet master," I joked back.
Her smile widened, "I control everything that happens here, Jasmine."
"So it seems," I replied, amazed by just how manipulative and yet brilliant the Headmistress was.
She pressed her intercom and said, "Amanda, please bring in the pantyhose."
"I have always believed how you dress commands a certain respect that is almost never questioned," she explained, her shoe slipping from her foot and dropping to the floor.
I noticed her toenails were ruby red and the pantyhose were sandlefoot, the same kind I always wear.
"I agree," I said, before adding, "I would have liked to meet you in person dressed more professionally than I am today."
She laughed. "I don't always dress like this either."
Amanda entered and I noticed she was wearing the same shiny type of pantyhose, although hers were a mocha color, the kind I liked the most (it made the pale me look like I have a tan). "Here you go, Headmistress."
"Thank you Amanda," the Headmistress said, taking a small bag.
I watched as Amanda silently knelt down, picked up Alexis's shoe and slipped it back on her foot.
"Good girl," Alexis said, as if she was speaking to a child and Amanda left the room without a word.
I must have looked as perplexed as I felt as the Headmistress explained, "Amanda used to be quite a handful, but through constant discipline she has learned to be very obedient."
In retrospect, this was the second oddity that should have set off alarms in my head (the first was letting me touch her leg), but I was so in awe of her confidence and unexplainable allure I missed the clues completely.
I nodded, "I wish students at my old schools were so obedient."
"Oh here, you will learn the students are very well-behaved," she said, yet her tone implied she wasn't talking about school. Again, In retrospect there were so many clues as to what was underneath the surface (pun intended), but I was so taken with her confidence, beauty and intelligence that it never occurred to me that I was being pulled into a web of sin, being groomed for a position much different than what I was hired for.
"I think I am going to like it here," I smiled. "I have never felt I had the support of my administration at any of my old schools. Oh sure they talked the talk, but they tripped anytime they tried to walk."
She laughed, before her tone got serious, "That is funny. But here, I back up everything I say."
I stammered, not wanting to imply I was doubting her, "I-I-I didn't mean to imply I was questioning you."
"I know, dear," she smiled warmly. Being called 'dear' was odd considering I was no doubt a few years older than her. She handed me the bag and said, "Here are a dozen pair of Wolfford pantyhose for you in a variety of colors."
Taking the bag, I replied, my face showing my surprise at such an odd gift, "Thank you."
"You are welcome, Ms. Walker," she replied.
My face went beet red. No one knew my secret erotica identity.
She instantly corrected herself, "I mean, Ms. Winston. Sorry, I was just on the phone with a Mrs. Walker about a coaching opportunity at our school.
I let out a sigh of relief, feeling my secret was still safe, completely oblivious to the reality that it wasn't an error and that the labyrinth of innuendo and seduction was underway.
Again, in retrospect it was so obvious....
"Go have a shower and dress up, Jasmine, we have a faculty supper we delayed a day so you could meet the rest of the staff," she instructed.
Happy to have a shower and present myself respectively, I didn't notice her words were an order and not a suggestion. "Ok, I definitely could use a long hot shower."
"I will have Amanda come and get you at ten to seven," Alexis said.
"Sounds good, I don't think I would be able to find anything around here on my own," I joked.
Alexis smiled, "Don't worry my dear, we will look after you here."
An hour later I had been shown my fully furnished apartment (it was nearly as luxurious as a Penthouse of a hotel), I unpacked a few dresses and clean undergarments and had a nice, long, hot shower. Deciding to try to impress the immaculate Headmistress, I choose a dress rather glamorous for a faculty supper, a red dress that I had only worn once at a wedding and I pulled out a pair of mocha pantyhose, identical to the ones Amanda was wearing earlier, and put them on. As I slid them on my legs I felt rich and decadent. It was like the time I was upgraded to first class and was treated like royalty. The nylon was so soft I got myself slightly damp touching my own legs. I resisted the temptation to masturbate even though I had not had an orgasm for a few days (the long days of driving exhausting me past the point of my usual daily self-exploration and I was just finishing my period). Instead, I did my make-up and hair and tried to look my best.
A knock on my door, at exactly ten to seven startled me as did Amanda's outfit. She was dressed in a skin tight red dress, five-inch heels and black pantyhose that seemed to shimmer and shine. She was easily one of the prettiest young women I had ever seen in person and I knew the temptation to misbehave was going to be very difficult. The apple was right in front of me and seemingly offering for me to take a bite.
"You look beautiful, Ms. Walker," she complimented.
"As do you," I returned the compliment.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Almost," I said, adding, "I just have to slip on my heels."
"Let me help you with that," she offered, entering my room.
"It's ok," I replied, but she was already on her knees grabbing my foot.
"No, I insist, Ms. Walker," she countered, as I looked down at her, my pussy getting an uncontrollable tingle.
I lifted up my foot and she slipped my first heel on and then did the same to the other. Once done, she stood back up and smiled, "There, is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Walker?"
Her tone was so sweet, sincere and yet seemingly implying almost anything I was so distracted by her beauty, eagerness and unspoken implications. I stammered, "N-n-no I think that will be all."
"Yes, Ma'am," she shrugged, "Well are you ready to go then?"
"As ready as I ever will be," I said, nervous to be meeting all my new colleagues.
She offered her arm, which was strange, but I took it and she began leading me through endless hallways with my arm hooked in hers, feeling a little lightheaded by her touch, no matter how innocent it was. A slight wetness formed in my panties as my body pondered the taboo possibilities with this young beauty.
Thankfully before I got to wet, we arrived at the hall, which was rather extravagant like everything else at the school so far. I was the last to arrive and as soon as I did I was thankful I spent the time to look my best. Each member of the faculty was dressed in either a skirt and blouse or a dress, and all were wearing similar glimmering pantyhose.
I was introduced to the rest of the small staff, each one seemed as sweet and genuine as the next. They all offered their assistance in whatever I needed. I learned that everyone on staff had been here at least five years and the woman I was replacing resigned only because she was offered a job on Senator Erica Smith's staff, an alumnus of the school.
We had a great evening of getting to know each other and socializing. The dinner was delicious and I was surprised when three hours had so quickly passed. When I realized the time, my body suddenly hit the wall and I said to Alexis, "Thanks for the great welcome, but I am completely beat."
"You're welcome," she smiled, squeezing my hand. "Let me just text Nicole and make sure they are done in your room."
"Done what?" I asked.
"Unpacking you," she answered, as if the answer was obvious.
Instantly I panicked. What if they opened my box of toys? Being single for a while now I had purchased a few self-help toys. Although it wasn't a massive collection, it was definitely in the category of things students didn't need to know about me.
"They are just finishing up," Alexis said. "You can meet some of your seniors before you officially meet them in class tomorrow."
The thought of meeting some of my students was exciting, the thought of my students holding my dildo, vibrator, rabbit, or butt plug (I bought out of curiosity, but had never actually tried always chickening out at the last second) was mortifying. I said my goodbyes and headed back to my room.
After all the surprises of the day, I received another one when I entered my room and four girls, all still dressed in their school uniforms, were breaking boxes down.
A pretty blonde saw me first and said, her accent heavily English, "Welcome to Chateau Johnson, I am Lisa."
"And I am Priya," added a dark skinned beauty who's breasts were barely held in by her tight blouse, two buttons at the top undone, her pink lace bra easy to see. "Wow, you are a knockout," she added.
I blushed at the compliment from a student, but before I could respond a red haired beauty, with green eyes, sauntered over to me, clearly the leader of the group, extended her hand and greeted, "Hi, Ms. Jasmine, I am Nicole. President of the Class of 2013."
"Hi Lisa, Priya and Nicole," I replied, scanning for the box that had my toys in it.
"Don't forget me," called a girl with a very clear Aussie accent from the kitchen. Peaking around the corner, a short hair blonde greeted, "Hi, I'm Christine."
"Well it is nice to meet you all," I smiled, "but I hope there won't be a name test tomorrow, I am way too tired to promise I will remember."
Lisa joked, "I thought you were supposed to give the tests?"
I laughed back, "Good, we are on the same wavelength."
"Well, we will let you get some rest before you are fed to the lions," Nicole smiled, her eyes drawing me in.
"Thanks ladies, you saved me hours of work," I said.
"At Chateau Johnson we are one big happy family," Priya added.
"Well, thanks again," I said.
"My cell number is on the table in case you can't find anything," Nicole added, before moving to my ear and whispering, "Your box of toys is under your bed."
My face flushed and I stammered, "T-t-thanks."
"No worries, Ms. Jasmine, we all have our skeletons," the redhead added, her tone ominous.
The girls said goodbye and left me alone. I was a bit rattled and worried that the whole school would end up knowing about my box of toys. Luckily, I was so overtired, I got undressed and collapsed into bed, oblivious to the many subtle clues that hinted at the things to come.
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