13-03-2020, 10:56 AM
7. THE POWER (HISTORICALLY SPEAKING)
The next morning after showering, I checked my e-mail and was excited to find e-mails from both MistressA and TransNikki.
I clicked on MistressA first.
From: MistressA
To: Jasmine Walker
Orgasm Control
Good girl my pet. A cucumber was a delicious substitute.
Now in order to train you properly, you must learn orgasm control. Thus, you will not be allowed to come until Friday at 11:25.
MistressA
Usually such a task would be no big deal, I could go a few days without pleasuring myself. But this recent onslaught of sexual innuendo had really revved up my sexual appetite and this task would be difficult. I also wondered if she meant AM or PM, but figured it didn't really matter at this moment.
I replied.
From: Jasmine Walker
To: MistressA
Re: Orgasm Control
MistressA
I will obey.
Your eager submissive
Jasmine
It was bizarre, but putting the words and obedience out there, I suddenly felt more free, which was odd considering I was doing as I was told from a complete stranger.
I clicked on the email from TransNikki which included attachments.
From: TransNikki
To: Jasmine Walker
To motivate my pet
My pet teacher,
You want to be my pet teacher, don't you Jasmine?
Attached are a few pictures of me so you know I am real.
The first one is of my cock hard and ready for your mouth, or pussy or ass (have you ever had a cock in your ass, pet teacher?).
The second photo is off me in a dress I wore at wedding of my aunt this summer. You can see my long beautiful legs in black pantyhose and heels.
The third photo is of my feet, toenails painted red, also from this summer, as I assume you have a foot fetish based on your many stocking-clad foot references in your stories.
The forth picture is also from the wedding. The girl was a bridesmaid who got more than she bargained for when she hit on me at the reception dinner. Doesn't she look adorable with a mouthful of cock? I bet you would look equally adorable with a mouthful of my cock.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy your day, my pictures and are ready to be the pet teacher you have written about in so many of your stories.
Your Mistress to be Nikki
My pussy was tingling already, the earlier promise to MistressA now seeming very inconvenient; I clicked on the first picture. I was now staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. Like in my fantasy fuck session last night, I could feel my mouth watering and wishing I could submit to it. After saving the picture to my hard drive, I clicked on the second picture. Unfortunately, it was only from the waist down but her legs looked absolutely delicious. The third pic of her toes was also tantalizing and had me wanting to touch myself, but I refrained....always being one to keep any promise or commitment I made. Lastly, I clicked on the last picture and my jaw dropped open. A pretty blonde, probably in her mid-twenties in a green dress, was on her knees and had half of Nikki's cock in her mouth. Nikki's red dress was lifted up and her black pantyhose were down to her ankles. Again, the photo was from the waist down, but curiously the photo was taken from far enough away there was no way it could have been taken by Nikki herself.
I saved the last three pictures and replied to Nikki's e-mail, realizing I had to start getting ready for work soon.
From: Jasmine Walker
To: TransNikki
Re: To motivate my pet
WOW! WOW! Did I mention...WOW!!!!!
I am literally in awe of your beautiful bottom half...ass, legs and cock. I am not sure I would be able to resist the temptation if you were my student!!!!!
I will start the story as time permits, a dozen ideas are bouncing around in my head.
Your very motivated pet,
Jasmine
I closed my computer without reading any of my other e-mails and headed for breakfast.
.....
Today it was in History class when the sexual innuendos started flowing. The discussion was what defines power in today's world. It started as a military discussion through history with the Romans, Vikings, Turks, British, French, Russians and Americans being talked about as powerful at one time. Yet, it was Hua, my Chinese student, that pointed out that in 2013 it is economy that matters and not military.
This led to a lengthy, intriguing discussion over whether the military powers that still ran the UN were actually relevant. Clearly superpowers like Britain and France had faded over the years and the fall of Communism in Russia had weakened its power and the global recession had greatly hindered the once dominant United States. So who was a world power now was when the discussion got heated.
Arguments arose over what country was most powerful in 2013. Hua argued China had a strong military, a stable economy and the population to thrive, while Priya pointed out that India also has a large population, economy and isn't communist.
Lisa argued that the British empire never died but was still a powerful economic country because of its vast alliances in the commonwealth, while Kala pointed out that although Canada's population is tiny and it's army inconsequential in terms of power (although she argued it played a key role in the UN as a mediator) it had a vast, diverse economy that could withstand the global recession better than most.
Reiko pointed out that Japan has just silently kept on producing consumer goods immune to the ups and downs of the stock markets.
Erin pointed out that even in a recession, the United States has the greatest global impact on economy, military, entertainment and is the only 21st century world power that still remains.
Finally, as usual, Nicole spoke. "This debate is futile. This discussion is all glorified, yet delusional, nationalistic patriotism, which is so World War One. Half of China lives in fear, half of India's jobs are from outsourcing, Britain hasn't been relevant in decades, Canada is like our 51st state, we just let them think they are a country and Japan doesn't even have a military it is defended by America. That said, America is in similar turmoil as we have lost our identity as half the country supports Obama, while the other half resents him. Again, nationalism is deceiving in that people are blind to their countries flaws or dirty little secrets and focus instead on their glory days. But the truth is countries don't matter. What matters is money and who has it controls everybody and everything. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer and the middle class bounces around like a buoy on a stormy day."
I asked, curious by her theory, "So you are saying politicians don't matter, the rich CEO's do?"
"Exactly. The rich control the price of oil, the rich allowed the market to crash, the rich control the government," Nicole continued.
"What do you think of Nicole's theory, Hua?" I asked, Hua who had come out of her shy shell and being the most defensive about her country.
"Nicole is right," Hua replied avoiding eye contact, suddenly back to her shy self.
"How about you Kala?" I asked.
"Nicole is right," Kala repeated Hua's three word answer.
"Well, Nicole you seem to be very persuasive," I said, although it was obvious that there was an unwritten rule that you didn't question your President, or maybe it was you didn't question Nicole. Either way, it was obvious who ran the senior class.
She shrugged, "I have been told that before."
The bell rang and I pondered the unique dynamics of the senior class where it seemed nationalities didn't matter, only power did and Nicole clearly had the power.
.....
In English class, Christine was called down for her visit with the Headmistress and like all the others came back to class face flushed as if she had just ran a marathon. I was dying to know what transpired during these sessions and decided to question Christine after class.
"Christine, could you stay a moment," I asked.
"Of course, Ms. Jasmine," she agreed.
After the rest of the class left for lunch, I asked, "If you don't mind me asking, you seem a little out of sorts after you returned to class, are you ok?"
"Never better," Christine replied.
"Can I ask what you and Headmistress Alexis discussed?" I queried.
"Everything. Headmistress Alexis is very thorough," she answered, with an odd smile.
"How so?" I asked, trying to get past the vague cryptic answers.
"She has got to know me inside and out," the Australian answered, again giving me no real explanation.
Trying to get any sort of inside information I said, "I was worried you were not feeling well. You returned to class all flushed."
"Oh, Headmistress Alexis had me sweating," Christine said, as she stood up. "Is that all, Ms. Jasmine."
Giving up, I said, "Yes, yes, you may go."
After she left, I sat at my desk, curious what could possibly be happening to have the girl's come back so red faced. Not knowing I would find out for myself in a couple of days.
.....
The rest of the day flew by and I spent the evening starting my she-male story. I only got a few pages written as I spent time researching the concept of transgender, intersex and she-males. The more I read, the more complex the issue became and my head was spinning. In the end, I decided to stick with she-male as my story focus, ignoring the Biology aspect.
I checked my e-mail every hour or so, but there were no new ones which surprisingly sent a wave of disappointment through me. I suddenly craved the tasks, the simple submission. My pussy tingling for attention, I decided to take a long bath to squelch the flame below.
By the time I got out, I had three e-mails, one from TransNikki. After skimming and replying to two readers flattering comments from previous stories, I clicked on the e-mail from TransNikki.
From: TransNikki
To: Jasmine Walker
Hungry?
How was your day my pet? Did my pictures get you hungry? Did you imagine one of your pretty students with a big cock underneath their skirt or dress?
Be honest...would you have sex with someone like me?
Your Mistress to be Nikki
Questions that a couple of days ago would not even pop into my head, yet last night's fantasy was of Nicole indeed having a big cock.
I responded:
From: Jasmine Walker
To: TransNikki
Re: Hungry?
Ms. Nikki,
Truth be told I had never in my life considered a transgendered person before, yet since your e-mails and our chat it has become a bit of an obsession. I have read a few stories on Literotica about she-males the most intriguing being 'T-Girl University' by vicjohnson and 'Tortured by the T-Girl Tutor' by SugarandSalt and I have done some research on the different variants of transgendered people before I began writing your story.
So yes, your pictures made me hungry.
And yes, I did imagine one of my students with a big cock.
And double yes, I would LOVE to have sex with someone like you.
Your very intrigued teacher pet,
Jasmine
I clicked send and finished getting ready for bed. Just before hitting the sheets, I checked my e-mail and saw a response with an attachment from TransNikki.
From: TransNikki
To: Jasmine Walker
Re: Hungry? (1)
My pet,
I have a task for you. Tomorrow I want you to squeeze the hand of the girl you fantasized about. She, of course, will have no idea what the squeeze means, but you will.
Also, here are a few photos taken just a few minutes ago in my dorm room.
Would you do what this slut eagerly did?
Sweet dreams my pet
Your Mistress Nikki
I noticed the shift in her name, but was too excited about the pictures to focus on the underlying intent of such a change.
I clicked on the first picture:
A black girl's lips were wrapped around Nikki's big cock.
My pussy tingled at just how much I suddenly wanted that cock.
I clicked on the second photo:
A black ass was bent over and Nikki's big cock was half way in it. It was a close-up side view.
I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have such a big cock not only in my mouth and pussy, but in my ass.
I clicked on the last photo:
The black ass was covered with white sticky goo.
My mouth watered, my pussy tingled and yet I refrained from doing what I desperately wanted to do...deciding to instead obey MistressA.
Instead I quickly wrote a reply, one where my needy cunt was doing the talking:
From: Jasmine Walker
To: TransNikki
Re: Hungry (2)
Mistress Nikki,
The pictures got me so horny and so wet. I would do anything you ask me to do if I was there with you. I would suck your big cock taking as much into my cocksucking mouth as I could; I would eagerly spread my legs while you fucked my wet HUNGRY cunt; I would bend over and let you ravage my virgin ass...giving myself to you utterly and without hesitation.
Your submissive pet teacher
Jasmine
My e-mail only made me hotter and I decided to shut my computer down, before I couldn't resist the temptation to pleasure myself any longer.
I went to bed, but truthfully, my sleep was not really great...I tossed and turned as thoughts of submitting to a teenage she-male bounced inside my head.
The next morning after showering, I checked my e-mail and was excited to find e-mails from both MistressA and TransNikki.
I clicked on MistressA first.
From: MistressA
To: Jasmine Walker
Orgasm Control
Good girl my pet. A cucumber was a delicious substitute.
Now in order to train you properly, you must learn orgasm control. Thus, you will not be allowed to come until Friday at 11:25.
MistressA
Usually such a task would be no big deal, I could go a few days without pleasuring myself. But this recent onslaught of sexual innuendo had really revved up my sexual appetite and this task would be difficult. I also wondered if she meant AM or PM, but figured it didn't really matter at this moment.
I replied.
From: Jasmine Walker
To: MistressA
Re: Orgasm Control
MistressA
I will obey.
Your eager submissive
Jasmine
It was bizarre, but putting the words and obedience out there, I suddenly felt more free, which was odd considering I was doing as I was told from a complete stranger.
I clicked on the email from TransNikki which included attachments.
From: TransNikki
To: Jasmine Walker
To motivate my pet
My pet teacher,
You want to be my pet teacher, don't you Jasmine?
Attached are a few pictures of me so you know I am real.
The first one is of my cock hard and ready for your mouth, or pussy or ass (have you ever had a cock in your ass, pet teacher?).
The second photo is off me in a dress I wore at wedding of my aunt this summer. You can see my long beautiful legs in black pantyhose and heels.
The third photo is of my feet, toenails painted red, also from this summer, as I assume you have a foot fetish based on your many stocking-clad foot references in your stories.
The forth picture is also from the wedding. The girl was a bridesmaid who got more than she bargained for when she hit on me at the reception dinner. Doesn't she look adorable with a mouthful of cock? I bet you would look equally adorable with a mouthful of my cock.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy your day, my pictures and are ready to be the pet teacher you have written about in so many of your stories.
Your Mistress to be Nikki
My pussy was tingling already, the earlier promise to MistressA now seeming very inconvenient; I clicked on the first picture. I was now staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. Like in my fantasy fuck session last night, I could feel my mouth watering and wishing I could submit to it. After saving the picture to my hard drive, I clicked on the second picture. Unfortunately, it was only from the waist down but her legs looked absolutely delicious. The third pic of her toes was also tantalizing and had me wanting to touch myself, but I refrained....always being one to keep any promise or commitment I made. Lastly, I clicked on the last picture and my jaw dropped open. A pretty blonde, probably in her mid-twenties in a green dress, was on her knees and had half of Nikki's cock in her mouth. Nikki's red dress was lifted up and her black pantyhose were down to her ankles. Again, the photo was from the waist down, but curiously the photo was taken from far enough away there was no way it could have been taken by Nikki herself.
I saved the last three pictures and replied to Nikki's e-mail, realizing I had to start getting ready for work soon.
From: Jasmine Walker
To: TransNikki
Re: To motivate my pet
WOW! WOW! Did I mention...WOW!!!!!
I am literally in awe of your beautiful bottom half...ass, legs and cock. I am not sure I would be able to resist the temptation if you were my student!!!!!
I will start the story as time permits, a dozen ideas are bouncing around in my head.
Your very motivated pet,
Jasmine
I closed my computer without reading any of my other e-mails and headed for breakfast.
.....
Today it was in History class when the sexual innuendos started flowing. The discussion was what defines power in today's world. It started as a military discussion through history with the Romans, Vikings, Turks, British, French, Russians and Americans being talked about as powerful at one time. Yet, it was Hua, my Chinese student, that pointed out that in 2013 it is economy that matters and not military.
This led to a lengthy, intriguing discussion over whether the military powers that still ran the UN were actually relevant. Clearly superpowers like Britain and France had faded over the years and the fall of Communism in Russia had weakened its power and the global recession had greatly hindered the once dominant United States. So who was a world power now was when the discussion got heated.
Arguments arose over what country was most powerful in 2013. Hua argued China had a strong military, a stable economy and the population to thrive, while Priya pointed out that India also has a large population, economy and isn't communist.
Lisa argued that the British empire never died but was still a powerful economic country because of its vast alliances in the commonwealth, while Kala pointed out that although Canada's population is tiny and it's army inconsequential in terms of power (although she argued it played a key role in the UN as a mediator) it had a vast, diverse economy that could withstand the global recession better than most.
Reiko pointed out that Japan has just silently kept on producing consumer goods immune to the ups and downs of the stock markets.
Erin pointed out that even in a recession, the United States has the greatest global impact on economy, military, entertainment and is the only 21st century world power that still remains.
Finally, as usual, Nicole spoke. "This debate is futile. This discussion is all glorified, yet delusional, nationalistic patriotism, which is so World War One. Half of China lives in fear, half of India's jobs are from outsourcing, Britain hasn't been relevant in decades, Canada is like our 51st state, we just let them think they are a country and Japan doesn't even have a military it is defended by America. That said, America is in similar turmoil as we have lost our identity as half the country supports Obama, while the other half resents him. Again, nationalism is deceiving in that people are blind to their countries flaws or dirty little secrets and focus instead on their glory days. But the truth is countries don't matter. What matters is money and who has it controls everybody and everything. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer and the middle class bounces around like a buoy on a stormy day."
I asked, curious by her theory, "So you are saying politicians don't matter, the rich CEO's do?"
"Exactly. The rich control the price of oil, the rich allowed the market to crash, the rich control the government," Nicole continued.
"What do you think of Nicole's theory, Hua?" I asked, Hua who had come out of her shy shell and being the most defensive about her country.
"Nicole is right," Hua replied avoiding eye contact, suddenly back to her shy self.
"How about you Kala?" I asked.
"Nicole is right," Kala repeated Hua's three word answer.
"Well, Nicole you seem to be very persuasive," I said, although it was obvious that there was an unwritten rule that you didn't question your President, or maybe it was you didn't question Nicole. Either way, it was obvious who ran the senior class.
She shrugged, "I have been told that before."
The bell rang and I pondered the unique dynamics of the senior class where it seemed nationalities didn't matter, only power did and Nicole clearly had the power.
.....
In English class, Christine was called down for her visit with the Headmistress and like all the others came back to class face flushed as if she had just ran a marathon. I was dying to know what transpired during these sessions and decided to question Christine after class.
"Christine, could you stay a moment," I asked.
"Of course, Ms. Jasmine," she agreed.
After the rest of the class left for lunch, I asked, "If you don't mind me asking, you seem a little out of sorts after you returned to class, are you ok?"
"Never better," Christine replied.
"Can I ask what you and Headmistress Alexis discussed?" I queried.
"Everything. Headmistress Alexis is very thorough," she answered, with an odd smile.
"How so?" I asked, trying to get past the vague cryptic answers.
"She has got to know me inside and out," the Australian answered, again giving me no real explanation.
Trying to get any sort of inside information I said, "I was worried you were not feeling well. You returned to class all flushed."
"Oh, Headmistress Alexis had me sweating," Christine said, as she stood up. "Is that all, Ms. Jasmine."
Giving up, I said, "Yes, yes, you may go."
After she left, I sat at my desk, curious what could possibly be happening to have the girl's come back so red faced. Not knowing I would find out for myself in a couple of days.
.....
The rest of the day flew by and I spent the evening starting my she-male story. I only got a few pages written as I spent time researching the concept of transgender, intersex and she-males. The more I read, the more complex the issue became and my head was spinning. In the end, I decided to stick with she-male as my story focus, ignoring the Biology aspect.
I checked my e-mail every hour or so, but there were no new ones which surprisingly sent a wave of disappointment through me. I suddenly craved the tasks, the simple submission. My pussy tingling for attention, I decided to take a long bath to squelch the flame below.
By the time I got out, I had three e-mails, one from TransNikki. After skimming and replying to two readers flattering comments from previous stories, I clicked on the e-mail from TransNikki.
From: TransNikki
To: Jasmine Walker
Hungry?
How was your day my pet? Did my pictures get you hungry? Did you imagine one of your pretty students with a big cock underneath their skirt or dress?
Be honest...would you have sex with someone like me?
Your Mistress to be Nikki
Questions that a couple of days ago would not even pop into my head, yet last night's fantasy was of Nicole indeed having a big cock.
I responded:
From: Jasmine Walker
To: TransNikki
Re: Hungry?
Ms. Nikki,
Truth be told I had never in my life considered a transgendered person before, yet since your e-mails and our chat it has become a bit of an obsession. I have read a few stories on Literotica about she-males the most intriguing being 'T-Girl University' by vicjohnson and 'Tortured by the T-Girl Tutor' by SugarandSalt and I have done some research on the different variants of transgendered people before I began writing your story.
So yes, your pictures made me hungry.
And yes, I did imagine one of my students with a big cock.
And double yes, I would LOVE to have sex with someone like you.
Your very intrigued teacher pet,
Jasmine
I clicked send and finished getting ready for bed. Just before hitting the sheets, I checked my e-mail and saw a response with an attachment from TransNikki.
From: TransNikki
To: Jasmine Walker
Re: Hungry? (1)
My pet,
I have a task for you. Tomorrow I want you to squeeze the hand of the girl you fantasized about. She, of course, will have no idea what the squeeze means, but you will.
Also, here are a few photos taken just a few minutes ago in my dorm room.
Would you do what this slut eagerly did?
Sweet dreams my pet
Your Mistress Nikki
I noticed the shift in her name, but was too excited about the pictures to focus on the underlying intent of such a change.
I clicked on the first picture:
A black girl's lips were wrapped around Nikki's big cock.
My pussy tingled at just how much I suddenly wanted that cock.
I clicked on the second photo:
A black ass was bent over and Nikki's big cock was half way in it. It was a close-up side view.
I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have such a big cock not only in my mouth and pussy, but in my ass.
I clicked on the last photo:
The black ass was covered with white sticky goo.
My mouth watered, my pussy tingled and yet I refrained from doing what I desperately wanted to do...deciding to instead obey MistressA.
Instead I quickly wrote a reply, one where my needy cunt was doing the talking:
From: Jasmine Walker
To: TransNikki
Re: Hungry (2)
Mistress Nikki,
The pictures got me so horny and so wet. I would do anything you ask me to do if I was there with you. I would suck your big cock taking as much into my cocksucking mouth as I could; I would eagerly spread my legs while you fucked my wet HUNGRY cunt; I would bend over and let you ravage my virgin ass...giving myself to you utterly and without hesitation.
Your submissive pet teacher
Jasmine
My e-mail only made me hotter and I decided to shut my computer down, before I couldn't resist the temptation to pleasure myself any longer.
I went to bed, but truthfully, my sleep was not really great...I tossed and turned as thoughts of submitting to a teenage she-male bounced inside my head.
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