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Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom) #5
Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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                   Part - 5

Walking into first period class I was immediately bombarded with the
mind babble from twenty three sixteen year old boys, which always kinda
reminded me by that time (as I had gotten used to it), of a room full of
people at a party I had once attended in college, most of whom were at
that point constantly engaged in hushed conversations throughout an old
large house, only in my case what I was now hearing in my head were the
inner thoughts of a room full of young men.

Setting my books and papers down on the desk I immediately turned (after
straighting out my dress when I caught the thought from the young man
sitting in seat 3 that my slip was showing) and asked for weekend
assignment papers to be handed in, then as was my usual practice I then
assigned the class to read chapter whatever while I then sat down and
went through the papers, at which point I detected an increased
nervousness in the air as all the boys were collectively wondering if I
was going to put on my Dragon Lady persona today while I graded them!

As a paper came up to the top of the pile I now almost unconsciously
focused my awareness on the boy it belonged to, which gave me some
insight as to whether he had just went thru the motions or that he had
really learned from the assignment, so after grading about half the
papers, most of which were pretty good in more ways than one, I then
came to the one handed in by Peter Moresby, at which point as I signaled
him out for the usual review my hand literally froze over the paper, as
the thoughts I received from him at that moment were some of the
strangest I had ever received from one of my students!

Willing myself to continue grading the papers, as I was now feverishly
trying to understand just what I was receiving from him, separate
clearer images started to form in my head as (in my inner eye) I saw him
in one of the rest rooms (sometime in the very recent past judging by
the clarity of the memory) looking from his vantage point at some boy
who had this weird and quite painful looking thing locked about his
genitals, which concerned me right off as this wasn't supposed to be
allowed in school.

But what really set me on my mental heels was that Peter at that very
moment, was fantasizing about having one of the damned things locked
onto his cock and balls, and from what I saw in his mind he was as well
in his fantasy imposing me as a kind of tormentress in place of the
girls, who had I saw taunted the unnamed boy to tears earlier!

Somehow tying to manage to get thru the rest of the class, as after
awhile his thoughts were becoming more and more of a distraction to me,
as he would alternately have me in his day dream doing the nastiest
things to him, while a few minutes later he would then superimpose a
sexual scene which would see me either suck his cock or fuck him silly,
which I had trouble dealing with in my own head, as the training I had
received to handle the inevitable sexual situations attractive women
teachers like me now found themselves in, only had dealt with the normal
sexual thoughts of teenage boys, and this abnormal sexual infatuation
was beginning to get to me!

So much so in fact that after I had finished with the papers, I then
tried to break into his thoughts by getting up and passing out the
graded papers and asking detailed questions about the assignment, which
by all rights should have distracted him, but instead as I passed by him
I noted that he had caught a good whiff of my perfume, which perversely
only seemed to redouble the intensity of the fantasy as it was now so
powerful it was beginning to arouse me sexually!

Looking up at the clock on the wall I was alarmed to see that more than
26 minutes remained before class ended, which I then realized with a
growing horror, that I was if this kept up very soon going to be
inundated as his thoughts, which were now literally flooding into my
conscious and unconscious mind (which I now had noway to shut them out)
and which were turning me on bigtime!

It also didn't help me in my battle to ignore them that he was (I noted
on more than one occasion in the past), a rather large handsome lad that
any girl never mind a woman who had had a good fuck in ages would have
become interested in.

So before I lost what control I had left I did the only thing I could
have done at that point, which was to make a hastily managed bathroom
excuse, and then to get the hell out of there as fast as I could without
sending the other boys in the class into a panic.

Having just enough control left to stop by an open doorway to signal one
of the male janitors (I happened to spot), to keep an eye on my class
while I made a call of nature (I implied), I then bolted for the
teachers john (which thankfully was a signal occupancy type) and as soon
as I slammed the door shut behind me, I suddenly leaned back against the
door, as another wave of lust overtook me, and I immediately hiked up my
dress and jammed my left hand down into my sopping panties, at which
point I then began to furiously masturbate.

Having fully given in to it at that point I lost all sense of time, as
the first orgasm was quickly followed by a second and then third, I was
now nothing more than an unthinking bitch in heat, yet eventually as I
spent my sexual need to the point that rational awareness once again
overtook me.

Which... to my embarrassment I noted with a sickening feeling as I
finally exited the john (still straightening out my rumpled clothing)
and spotting a clock on the far wall, it finally hit me that over forty
minutes had passed like a blink of an eye for me.

Thanking God for small favors, such as for the fact I had an open second
period, and for the fact that the administrators this year had decided
to switch over and to have the students stay in the same classroom most
of the day (and to have the respective teachers migrate from room to
room) I decided right then and there that this situation needed
immediate attention from someone of a higher pay grade than I was, so I
didn't even return to the class to retrieve my material, as I decided to
go straight down to the principles office and let them handle it!

{ Forty Five Minutes Later}

Looking over at Sibyl Banning (the schools head guidance counselor and
Vice Principle rolled up in one job) I would have given my little finger
to have read her mind, as at that moment she was looking intently at
Janet Kimono who herself was looking thru last years year book to see if
she could spot the face, so as to give a name to that student she had
seen in Peter Moresby's head.

Motioning with my head towards the door as Sibyl finally looked at me, I
saw that she had gotten the hint and as she stood up, and headed out my
office door, at which point she seemed to turn and ask me almost as an
after thought, if I could come along to her office to help straighten
out some other matter she had on her desk, at which point I got up and
told Janet to keep looking as I would be back in a few minutes as I
passed her (forgetting not to give her a sister like pat on the shoulder
which was one of the small things that made a good principle good) on
the way out the door!

On the way to her office we both snagged a cup of the horrible coffee we
now had to make do with (as that was all that was available at the
moment in the stores as at the moment only low grade shit was being
shipped from Columbia) and as she went and sat down behind her rather
spartan desk, I then all but collapsed into the overstuffed chair that
she had in the right corner of her office which was almost identical to
mine.

After we each took a sip of our drinks, and just as quickly set them
down to cool off (as some joker had turned up the temperature on the
machine again), the first question came from her which was simply "Jesus
Fucking H Christ do you believe this SHIT!!" which the only answer I
could give her was to shake my head from side to side.

Then it was my turn, when I asked her if she believed what Janet said to
us was the truth, at which point she nodded her head full of red hair in
the affirmative, at which point with less than an hour left before I
would be forced to take somekind of action (as I didn't dare let him go
to lunch with a room full of girls) I then hit her with the money
question "Can you handle this kid in house, so we can keep it quiet"?

After rolling her eyes in what I thought was a real bit of overacting,
she turned her chair and looked right at me and said " Mary this kid is
going to need someone with major paper hanging on the walls of their
office" "because if only half of what she told us is true then he is an
A class projector, because to make a grown woman who has had some
training in situations like these have that kind of reaction is
something that is way over my head, not to mention what other things he
may have wrong with him, I don't want to touch this one with a ten foot
pole"!

Suspecting as much before I asked her, it was now clear that I would
have to make a call to his mother (which I was not looking forward to as
if I blew this I would be looking for another job very soon), and then
to some State officials in Newark, so as to get the help this boy was
going to need to either cure it or to teach him to live with it!

In anycase seeing that I had made up my mind Sibyl suggested we go back
to see how Janet was doing, at which point I turned to her and said
"When we find the boy with the chastity device that bitch put on him I
want you to go and hang that fucking CUNT up by her Buster Browns,
because she dropped a pile of shit in my lap today, and I want her to
feel my pain for as long as she is in my school"!!!

Just before rejoining the two women in my office I stopped at the
secretaries desk and told her to page Peter Moresby to come down to the
office, after which I told her to get me the Mayor.


To be continued....

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