Denise felt a bit dizzy as Dick led her through the front door of ‘The Doll House’, which was apparently some kind of nightclub.  The club seemed rather large and was fairly unoccupied so far – there was one group of college-age guys at a table across the floor, and the rest of the tables were empty.  Dick led Denise over to the bar and smiled at the lady behind the counter. 

“Hey Heather, this is my friend Denise.  Get her whatever she wants, it’s on my tab, ok?”

“You got it, Dick,” Heather replied.  “What’ll it be, doll?” she grinned at the overwhelmed Denise.

“Umm…a Long Island ice tea, I guess…” Denise stammered. 

Dick stood behind his teacher and wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to whisper in her ear.  “I have a few things I need to attend to.  It’ll be a while before the club starts to fill up, so just sit here and relax, Heather will take good care of you, ok?”

“Okay,” Denise breathed, as Heather placed a tall drink in front of her.

“Good girl,” he whispered back.  “I’ll leave your egg on low for now, since you are doing so well.”  And he let go and walked away.  Denise’s eyes followed him as he headed around the stage area and through a swinging door.  She glanced over quickly at the four young men at the far table, and noticed one of them returning her glance with a wink.  She blushed a bit and quickly turned back around to face the bar, starting to sip her drink.

“Your first time here, Denise?” Heather asked as she tidied up behind the counter.

“Uh huh,” Denise nodded as she sipped her drink.

Heather smiled.  “Dick sure knows how to pick ‘em.  Just relax, like he said, and enjoy yourself, ok doll?”

“Sure…I’ll try to,” Denise answered as she continued to sip her drink.  She was starting to relax, she thought.  As the next few minutes passed, and she continued to drink, she started to forget about the buzzing going on between her legs.  She barely noticed when Heather replaced her empty drink with another.  She found herself wondering how long Dick was going to leave her alone there, when suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder.

Denise turned, expecting it to be Dick, but instead, it was the young man from across the club, the one who had winked at her.

“Hi there!  I hope you don’t mind me coming over here,” he smiled.  “And I hope your boyfriend doesn’t mind either…”

“He-he’s not really my b-boyfriend,” Denise stammered.

“Oh, okay!” the young man exclaimed, still smiling.  “I haven’t seen you here before – did you just start working here?”

“Working here?” Denise giggled in surprise.  “Oh no, I don’t work here…!”

“Well, you should,” he replied.  “This place pays better than any of the other clubs in town, I hear.  Oh, my name is Chip, by the way.”  He took the empty stool next to her.

“I’m Denise,” she answered back. 

“Nice to meet you, Denise.  My friends and I are seniors at Marshall-where do you go to school?”

Denise giggled again in surprise.  “Oh my god, no, I’m not in school any more!  Well, not exactly anyway…I’m a teacher!”

Chip’s eyes lit up.  “Wow, really?  You must have just gotten your position this year, right?  What are you, 22, 23?”

She couldn’t help but giggle again.  “I’m 38!”

“Stop pulling my leg, there’s no way you’re 38!  You look…half that!”

Denise blushed hard and giggled as she opened her clutch and looked for her wallet - Dick had replaced it with a new one, and it took her a minute to figure out what it was.  She reached inside and pulled out her driver’s license, handing it to him.

“Wow…that’s a really good ID, who did that for you?” he exclaimed.  Heather had taken notice as well, and was looking over his shoulder at the license.

“That’s the real thing,” she said.  “Trust me, it’s my job to know.  You really have taken care of yourself, doll!” she remarked to Denise.

Denise blushed and giggled again, as Chip handed the license back to her.  “Wow, a 38-year-old teacher, in a place like this, on a school night?  You are so brave,” and he placed his hand on her right knee.  Denise stiffened a bit, but didn’t say or do anything to make him stop.

“What do you teach, Denise?” he asked, as his hand moved up a few inches, close to the bottom of her dress.

“Umm…I…high school…history…geography…” she breathed.

“Wow…you don’t look or act like any high school teacher I’ve ever met.  You don’t really seem that…smart?” He laughed a bit as she blushed.  “But I guess you must be, right? To know all that stuff about history and geography?” His fingers slid under the hem of her dress.  “Let’s see…something easy…something I remember…oh yeah, what year did the Revolutionary War start?”  His fingers inched their way up her thigh.

Denise’s eyes widened at the question, between the light buzzing in her pussy, the two tall drinks she’d consumed, and his fingers moving up her leg, it was hard as hell to focus and think, but she did manage to blurt out, “1775…”

“Right, well that one was easy though, wasn’t it?”  Chip smiled as his fingers moved up a bit higher.  “Tell you what - you answer the next two right, and I’ll stop, and admit you are what you say you are.  If you don’t, then you have to admit to me that you are what you look like – a dumb bimbo.   Deal?”

“Umm…okay…deal,” Denise breathed.  She shook her head a bit, trying to clear it.  This was silly, she could do this, she wasn’t going to let some smart-ass college boy show her up…

“Good!”  His fingers trailed up higher, then he stopped when he realized she didn’t have anything on under her dress.  “Now, what is the capital of Switzerland, Denise?” His fingers slid over, finding her moistening labia and gently caressing them.

“It’s…umm…it’s…I know this…just…give me a mo-ohhh…” Denise whimpered as she tried desperately to focus on the question.

“What’s wrong, bimbo, too much stimulation for your ditzy little mind?” Chip laughed as he slid his fingers away.  Denise was panting hard as she tried again to focus on the question.

“Capital of Switzerland, Denise, let’s have it!”

“It’s…umm…” Denise struggled to answer, “Genev- no, it’s not Geneva, it’s…umm…it’s…ohh…what fire does…Bern!”  She sighed in relief, and grabbed her drink glass, taking a big swig.

“Well done, that was a tough one,” Chip chuckled as his fingers slid back over her slit.  “Just one more…you can do it…!”

Denise’s eyes were glazed over and her breathing was a bit ragged.  She knew it was going to take everything she had to get the last one right. 

“Last one…answer quicker this time…what’s the capital of Europe?”  Chip smiled as his fingers slid back and forth over her mound.

“Capital…of…Europe…it’s…ohhh…I know this one…it’s…ohh…on the tip of my tongue, it’s…it’s…ohhh…it’s…”

“You have no clue, do you?” Chip laughed as he pulled his hand completely out.  Denise shook her head no.  “Europe is a continent, not a country, it doesn’t have a capital.”

Denise’s face was red with embarrassment as she looked down, trying not to make eye contact with him.  “That was…a trick question…”

“Yes, and one that a smart teacher would have figured out right away.  Which you’re not.  What are you, Denise?”

She bowed her head.  “I’m…a…d-dumb…bimbo…” she gasped reluctantly.

“Good girl,” a familiar voice said.  Denise looked up to see Dick standing there next to Chip.  Without a thought, she rushed into his arms, trembling.  Dick smiled as he ran his hands through her hair and down her back, calming her down.

“There there, everything’s fine, girl,” he said.  “I see you met my good friend Chip.”  Denise looked up as Chip nodded and grinned.  “Did she pass our little test, Chip?”

“Nope,” Chip answered as he shook his head. 

“Good, just as I expected,” Dick laughed as he took the bewildered teacher by the arm.  “Let’s go find a table, shall we?  Things will be starting soon.”  He led her in the direction of the stage, finding a table near the front with a booth seat.  He directed her to sit down in the booth and then he slid in next to her.  A waitress appeared a moment later and slid a fresh Long Island ice tea in front of her.

Denise blinked as she turned to look at Dick.  “I’m…a bit…buzzed…don’t usually drink like this…”

“It’s okay, just relax and enjoy, you don’t have to worry about driving home, or anything else for that matter.  Isn’t it nice not to have to worry about anything, Denise?”

“Yes,” she breathed.  “Th-that test…you planned that…”

“Of course, girl.  And you failed, didn’t you?”

She nodded yes in reply, as he withdrew something from his pocket.  Denise’s eyes widened as she recognized her favorite red pen she carried in her purse.  “M-my pen…”

“Mine now,” he laughed.  “Tell me, Denise, what grade do you get when you fail a test?”

“An F,” she whispered, embarrassed. 

“That’s right, an F.  Your brain gets an F.  Not that surprising though, after what we talked about in the car earlier, is it?”  He took the top off the pen, and with his left hand he reached over and pushed her bangs up out of the way.  Then, to her mortification, she could feel something being written on her forehead.

“Open your clutch and take out your compact, so you can see what I just did,” he smiled.  Denise quickly did as he asked.  She gasped in total embarrassment when she saw the red ‘F’ written on her forehead. 

“You…graded me…” she whimpered.

“A bit ironic, isn’t it?  A teacher getting a grade from one of her students?” He laughed.  “Tell me, Denise, have you ever been as humiliated as you’ve been this week?”

“No…never…”

“I didn’t think so.  I’m sure it has been quite unexpected.  And yet, quite exciting as well?”  His fingers traced across her chest, above the line of her dress.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good girl.  You’re really starting to embrace your true nature.  I knew you would when I chose you, but I’m so pleased how quickly you’re learning.”  He watched her expression change to a coy, girlish smile.  “You’re responding so well to me, Denise.  And,” he added as he reached into his pocket once again, “there are other parts of you that deserve a much more favorable grade…” and he opened his hand to reveal three clips, each with a red ‘A+’ on it.  Her eyes widened.  “Do you know where these should go, Denise?”

She shook her head no as she looked around, just now noticing that the club had filled up a lot since they had sat down.

Dick smiled as he leaned over, pulling the shoulder strap of her dress down, and then her dress, until her right nipple was completely exposed.  Denise looked down and gasped, instinctively reaching to cover herself.  “I can’t be exposed-it’s a public place…!” She was blushing hard again. 

“It’s quite alright, my silly little teacher.  Nobody here is going to mind, I have a good bit of pull here…and besides, in a few minutes, when the strip show starts, there’ll be plenty of exposing going on…!”

“A strip show-this is a strip club?” Denise’s eyes widened in amazement, as Dick exposed her left nipple as well, clipping one of the ‘A+’ clips to each nipple, then pulling her dress back up.  The outline of each A+ was clearly visible through the tight thin fabric of her dress.  “Aaaahhh!” she gasped loudly at the sudden sharp pain on each nipple, drawing a few glances from the nearby tables.

“Oh yes.  Let me guess, you’ve never been to a strip club before, have you, Denise?”  His hand with the third clip slid under the bottom of her dress, between her legs.

“N-no never…” Denise panted, her weak, overwhelmed mind trying to get used to the sensations her nipples were sending it.   She felt his fingers pushing past her swollen labia, and then another ‘Aaaahhhh!!” as he clipped the third one securely onto her clit.

“There, all done,” he smiled as he withdrew his hand, wiping it clean.  “And just in time too, the show is about to start.  Excuse me one moment, would you?”  And he stood up and walked up onto the stage, where a microphone stand was the only thing in front of the closed curtain.  Denise’s eyes were on him, her curiosity heightened as to what was about to happen.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Doll House.  For those of you who are here for the first time, my name is Dick, and I am glad you decided to come to my club tonight!  Please, sit back, relax, and enjoy the entertainment…!”  The crowd applauded as he walked down and back to his seat.

“Your club?” Denise whispered in amazement.  “You own it? But how…?”

“Oh, I discovered this place when we were looking for a place to move…it had loads of potential but needed someone with the right vision to take it over.  Money’s never been an issue for us, so I made the previous owner an offer he couldn’t refuse, and here we are!”

The curtain opened to reveal the stage.  Denise’s eyes widened once again at what she saw – it looked like it had been decorated like a Barbie doll house, with lots of pink and bright colors.  At the front of the stage were three matching pink poles, and in the back center there was a large Barbie-doll box!  The lights shone on the front of the box as it opened, and girls started to parade out of it, dancing and sashaying their way towards the poles.

The crowd’s attention was fully on the girls as they came forward, each dressed and made up like a different Barbie doll, albeit in Barbie-type lingerie.  As the first two girls made their way to the pole on the left of the stage, Denise gasped again.  It was Ashley and Barbie!

“They make beautiful dolls, don’t they?” Dick whispered in Denise’s ear as she watched, enraptured.  She nodded yes, never taking her eyes off the stage, as the next two girls came into view, walking to the right…

“Oh my god-Sara! Melanie!” Denise exclaimed in a loud whisper. 

Her two smartest students seemed completely at ease and happy as they shimmied onto the pole to the right of the stage, dancing on it seductively.  Denise turned to Dick, a shocked expression on her face. 

“You’ve turned my girls into…strippers?”

“Sure, why not?  They’re completely happy, and they’re really good at it too – it’s as if they were made for it, don’t you think?”

“I”- Denise was about to respond, when Dick put his finger over her lips. 

“No, of course you don’t, what a dumb question!” He chuckled as he gently eased her gaze back to the stage, where the fifth and final girl was taking her spot, on the center pole…it was Candy!  Denise’s eyes widened as she watched.  Dick slipped back to his seat, and gently eased the remote to the egg out of his pocket, sliding it up to medium…

“Ohh,” Denise moaned as she felt the buzzing inside her pussy become more intense.  The crowd was becoming a bit more boisterous as the scene on the stage progressed, with the girls sliding out of their tops and continuing to slither up and down the poles.  She could feel Candy looking down at her, almost with a ‘come hither’ look.  She blushed hard as her mind was swirling with all the stimulation.

“You want to join her up there, don’t you, Denise?” Dick chuckled, watching his dazed and helpless teacher staring up at the stage.  “I know you do, I can see it in your eyes, how your body is trembling with anticipation.  You wish Candy would just step down here right now, and take your hand, and lead you up there…” and as he finished this statement, Candy indeed was standing right there, taking Denise’s trembling hand and helping her up the steps and onto the stage.

The crowd saw what was happening, and from their table a few feet away, Chip and his friends started to whoop and holler.  “Yeah, Denise!” Chip yelled.  “You go, teacher!” The rest of the crowd quickly picked up on it, and as the startled and overwhelmed teacher slid up and down the pole next to Candy, she heard alternating yells of her name and her profession.

“Ohh godd…” Denise moaned as she slid up and down the pole, the buzzing in her head and between her legs not allowing her to have any thought whatsoever about what she was doing.  Her hands went to her dress, sliding it down and off onto the floor, leaving her wearing only her heels, jewelry, and the three A+ clips.  She was lost, in another world, with no concept of time, mindlessly riding up and down the pole, not even stopping when the orgasm cascaded through her helpless body, drawing the largest applause from the crowd.  At some point she realized the show was ending, and the other girls were getting their outfits back on, and walking back to the back, through the box.  Denise followed their suit, pulling her dress back up and stumbling back, behind Candy, and into the life-size Barbie box which was sitting at the back of the stage…


Denise woke up the next morning, still a bit dazed and disoriented from the night before.  The first thing she realized, as she sat up and rubbed her eyes, was that she was not in her own house.  The bed she found herself in was a king size bed, larger than her own.  The second thing she realized, as she groggily pulled the sheet away, was that she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

She looked about the room, trying to get a handle on her surroundings.  The only light in the room was coming from a large window behind the bed.  The room was rather large, and she noticed it had an inordinately large number of doors…she counted five in total.  One was different from the rest, it was slightly larger and heavier looking, and the other four looked more like closet doors.  The room otherwise looked like a typical bedroom, with a large mirrored dresser, nightstands, lamps, and the sort.  In some ways, it resembled a very nice hotel room – was that where she was?

‘Where was she,’ Denise wondered to herself, as she tried to think back to the night before.  She remembered going to a club.  She remembered she must have had way too much to drink…on a school night!  “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, “it’s Friday, I have to get to school!”  She started rushing around the room, looking for her clothes, or for that matter anything that belonged to her, but she couldn’t find anything.  She was about to go and try the main door, when she spotted a note lying on one of the nightstands.  Picking it up, Denise read:

 Good Morning doll, I hope you slept well!  You were wonderful last night…

 Don’t worry about school, I already called and let them know you wouldn’t be in today…

 Relax and enjoy the room, breakfast should be brought up for you, and I’ll be home before you know it!

 Dick

“Oh my God,” Denise gasped, as she reread the note.  “I’m at Dick’s house…I was wonderful last night?”  Her first thought, as she sat down on the bed, was that she had sex with her student the night before.  She concentrated, trying to remember what happened…

She remembered feeling, after having met Dick’s father, that everything was going to work out fine…then she remembered Dick, Ashley, and Barbie coming to her house after school, surprising her.  The girls gave her some kind of makeover.  Then, Dick drove her to the club…it was some kind of strip club…she had a lot to drink…did she get up and dance?  She vaguely remembered being up on a stage…something about Barbie dolls. 

She stood up and walked over to the mirror to look at her reflection.  Had she been made over to look like a Barbie doll?  She checked her appearance, but everything was normal.  Maybe it was all just a dream?  She walked over to the main door, turning the knob, but it was locked.

‘I have to get out of here,” Denise thought as she looked around for something to cover herself with, but the only thing there was the sheets on the bed.  She was about to grab the top sheet, to pull it off and wrap it around her, when she glanced over at the other doors.  ‘Maybe there’s something to wear in one of these closets,’ she thought, as she tried the door nearest to the bed, and it opened.

She felt around for a light switch and found one, and as she switched it on, she could see that it was a closet.  There were a number of outfits hanging on the rack, and the first one that caught her eye was a pink and red maid’s uniform.  As she carefully un-hung it and looked it over, the first thing she noticed were the large cups on the bustier.  ‘That’ll never fit me!’ she thought, and then she remembered Candy, the former teacher, who was now the maid, and was very well endowed, this was obviously hers!  She put the outfit back on the rack, and browsed through the others. 

There were a number of very sparkly outfits that looked like something a Vegas showgirl might be seen in…and then, as Denise got to the end, she saw a lavender and pink dress, and she stopped, staring at it.  She remembered it…it was what she was wearing the night before.  She remembered how perfectly it fit her, how well it hugged her curves, as if it had been made especially for her.  She took it off the hanger, and looked at it again, it did look like the kind of dress a Barbie doll might be dressed in – maybe that’s why she had thought what she had thought earlier!  She held it to her nose, it smelled clean…well she could slip it on again, for now, till she figured out what was going on and how to get out of here.

She stepped into it, and slid it up, pulling the single strap over her shoulder.  It still fit, but something felt a bit different.  She could recall how it fit from the day before, and something was a bit more snug on her.  She pulled at the fabric a bit, adjusting it, but it still didn’t feel as perfect as it had before.  She realized it was slightly tighter across her chest. 

‘Well, maybe it was cleaned last night, and shrunk a bit,’ she thought.  It wasn’t that uncomfortable, so she didn’t give it any more thought, as she looked in the rest of the closet.  The only other things in there were high-heeled shoes in a row on the floor.  She turned off the light and made her way back into the bedroom.  She was curious if the other doors went to closets as well, if they did, that was a lot of closets for one room!  She opened the other door that was on the same wall. 

There didn’t seem to be a light switch, and the door seemed to open into a hallway, not a closet.  ‘Maybe another way out!’ the hopeful teacher thought, as she slowly stepped down the hall, continuing to feel on both sides for a light, but not finding one.  The hallway went on for a while, and it was getting darker and darker.  Denise was starting to wonder if it would ever end, and whether or not following it was such a good idea, after all.  Finally, she felt the walls on each side turn, opening up into a room.  She found a light switch on the right side and turned it on, and what she saw astonished her.

The first thing she saw in the room was the floor, covered in hay.  As Denise’s eyes moved around the room, it appeared to have been decorated like some kind of barn.  The wallpaper had cornfields and cows on it.  In the middle of the room was a four-foot-square wooden fence.  Denise’s attention was drawn inside it, however, to the strange-looking item inside; it appeared to be some kind of exercise equipment, although not anything she had ever seen before.  It had a metal frame, and a seat, and three cups were hanging on one side – two large round ones and one smaller, oval-shaped one.  The cups had clear plastic tubing attached to them, but the tubing wasn’t attached to anything else. 

The amazed teacher slowly made her way into the room, stepping carefully through the hay in her bare feet.  At first, the hay felt strange, as her feet and toes crunched through it, but after a minute, she realized it actually felt soft and nice to walk in.  She looked around for a door, but couldn’t see any sign of one.  The only way in seemed to be the way she came in!

Denise made her way over to the fence, and opened the gate to walk inside.  A closer inspection of the machine didn’t tell her any more than before.  She adjusted her dress a bit, once again feeling the tight fit over her chest as before, and casually glanced around the room again before turning out the light and walking out.

Once she was back in the bedroom, Denise turned her attention to the two doors on the opposite side of the room.  The first one opened easily, revealing another hallway.  This was not as long as the first one, and it too opened into a small room, but as she turned on the light, Denise was greeted by a much different scene.

The room was quite plain, and all it had in it was a large cage or crate-like thing, maybe four feet on all sides.  Newspaper lined its bottom, and inside was an empty food bowl, a half-full water bowl, a leash, and a pink collar.  Denise couldn’t remember seeing a dog, or any other animal for that matter, in her previous visit to Dick’s house, but maybe he used to have a dog, she thought, as she turned back and walked out to the bedroom.

The second door was a bit stiff, but after a few tries the knob turned and the door pulled open.  It was a simple bathroom, with a sink and a commode.  Denise realized she hadn’t gone yet today, so she pulled her dress up and sat down to pee.  As she looked up, she noticed a large framed photo on the wall in front of her, and it caught her attention.  It was a rather simple black and white photo of a dark-haired woman kneeling, naked, with her arms suspended above and behind her.  The position forced the woman’s head to bow and her chest to be pushed out.  Denise just stared at it for several minutes as she sat there, then finally she stood up, cleaned off, flushed, washed her hands, and walked back out of the bathroom.

A large serving tray was sitting next to the bed when she returned, with pancakes, syrup, bacon, eggs sunny-side-up, and coffee.  “Mmmm,” Denise said as she climbed up on the bed and looked over the full meal before her.  She was quite hungry, she thought, as she picked up the large bottle of syrup and poured some over her pancakes.  She kneeled down in front of the tray, sitting on her feet, as she took a big bite of pancake covered in syrup.

“Mmmmmm…” Denise whimpered as the delicious syrup hit her tongue.  It was simply the most amazing taste she could remember in ages!  She took another bite, even bigger than the first, and this time some of the syrup dripped down, a few drops landing on top of her chest, and a few drops landing on her dress.

“Mmmmm…” she repeated as she finished the second bite, then she looked down, seeing the mess she had made.  “Shit!” she exclaimed, “I’m going to ruin this nice dress!” And without hesitation she pulled it over her head and tossed it across the room, leaving her as naked as she had been when she woke up.  Then she turned her attention to her chest, moving her fingers to where the syrup had dripped, in an attempt to rub it off.

Something happened, though, something she didn’t expect…the moment she started to rub the syrup against her skin, it sent a pleasurable tingle straight into it!  “Ohhh,” Denise moaned, as she continued to rub it into the tops of her breasts.  Without thinking, she picked up the bottle of syrup again, and squirted it over both of her breasts…

About an hour later, the door opened, and Dick walked in, and smiled at the sight that greeted him.  There, on his bed, was his geography teacher, stretched out on her back, asleep, her arms stretched out over her head, and a sated expression on her face.  Denise was completely covered in sticky syrup from the top of her chest all the way down to her knees, and all around her mouth as well.  The empty syrup bottle was lying next to her on the bed, and on the serving tray sat the half-eaten pancakes, plus the bacon and eggs.

“Delicious!” Dick exclaimed, as he surveyed the scene before him.  He picked up the pieces of bacon and arranged them around the sleeping teacher’s outer labia.  Then he carefully picked up the eggs and slid one on top of each of her breasts.  “Perfect,” he said as he pulled out a camera from his pocket and started taking pictures.  Then he knelt over her still body as he helped himself to some bacon and eggs.  Once he had satisfied his hunger, he picked up the sleeping teacher, sliding her over his shoulder, as he carried her off to the shower to clean her up.  Then he brought her clean body back to the bed, laying her down, then getting out of his own clothes as he lay next to her, waiting for her to wake up…


“Uuuhh…” Denise mumbled as she began to wake.

“Good morning doll,” Dick said as he turned to face his waking teacher.  “I hope you slept well…”

“I…umm…” she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes.  She was in his bed, naked, and they were both under the sheet.  “What happened…”

Dick smiled as his hand went to caress her cheek.  “You were wonderful last night…”

“I…last night…wonderful?” she asked, looking lost.  “Oh my God…what time is it…school…”

“Don’t worry about school,” he replied.  “I already called and let them know you wouldn’t be in today…”

Denise shuddered as a feeling of déjà vu came over her.  She shook her head in confusion.  “Did I…did we…”

“No, honey, we didn’t,” he smiled. 

“Oh, good…” she breathed.  “Then…what am I doing here?  Why aren’t I in school…”

“Just relax, doll.”  His fingers ran through her hair.  “Why are you so worried about school?  You afraid they won’t be able to handle things without you?”

“I…umm…” she mumbled, as her hand drifted down between her legs – she couldn’t feel her egg inside her, and she wanted to make sure it wasn’t there.

“That’s a great answer.  Now, why do you think you’re here?”

“I…umm…ohh god…I remember now, last night…you took me to a…club…”

“Yes.  Yes, I did.  And from all accounts, you had a really wonderful time.”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, “I got up on the stage, didn’t I…”

“Yes.  Yes, you did.”

“Oh god, how much did I have to drink…”  Denise’s hand went to her temple.

“You got a little buzzed, doll.  Now, do you really think it would have been wise for you to go to school today?”

“I…no…I guess not,” she sighed.  “Oh no…the school…what if they find out?”

“What if they find out what, doll?”  He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a stack of photos, showing them to her one by one.  “You mean, if they find out you got up on the stage at a strip club?”

Denise nodded, her eyes wide as she stared at the photo of her stripping out of the lavender dress.

“Or, if they find out you like to play with your food?” He grinned as he flipped to the next picture, of her lying on the bed, naked, covered in syrup, eggs, and bacon…

“Oh god…” Denise moaned, “that’s me…”

“Yes, from breakfast a while ago.  Yummy! Or maybe you mean, if they find out you like to be blindfolded and tied up in your own classroom?”  And he flipped to one of the pictures from earlier in the week.

“No…not that…” she gasped.

“Or that you like to take a Jello bath?” He flipped to the next photo.  “Or that you like to dress up like a Barbie doll?” He flipped again.  “Or that you are such a nympho that you have orgasms over your teacher’s desk?” He flipped one more time.

Denise was blushing hard and trembling, almost crying.  “Oh God,” she whimpered, “I-I can’t go back there…I can’t…what am I going to do?”

“Of course you can’t.  And why should you?  If you haven’t learned anything this week, you should have learned that you don’t really belong there, in an academic institution…”

“I…don’t…?” Denise whimpered.

“Of course not.  You’re a girl, a silly, empty-headed little girl.  Now you’re free, free to be what you were always meant to be…”

“I…I don’t know…I…” she stammered as she started to get out of the bed, looking around for something to cover herself with as she did.  She reached for the sheet, but he pulled it away from her firmly.

“I think you do know, Denise.” She backed away from the bed, slowly, as he climbed over the side, approaching her with a gleam in his eye.

“What do you w-want from me…?” she whimpered as he stood before her.  They were both completely naked, and try as she might, she couldn’t help but look down at his hardening cock before her.  He smiled as he watched her gaze locking on it.

“That was a good start,” he replied.  “I want you to admit to me what you want, what you are.  Your eyes just did,” he chuckled.  She gulped as she realized what he meant, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.

“Kneel,” he commanded.  The trembling teacher gulped and obeyed, her eyes never leaving his cock.  “Put your arms behind your back.”  As she complied, he reached over for two pink silk scarves.  He proceeded to use one to tie her wrists together, and the other to tie her ankles together.  Then he stepped back in front of her, his cock inches from her face. 

“Tell me you want this,” he said.  “Tell me you want to be on your knees for me from now on.  Tell me that you want nothing else but to obey me.”

Denise was shaking, her mind was spinning, a million thoughts competing for her attention, but her eyes were still locked on his cock, and her pussy was throbbing.  It was too much to resist, her body wanted this, had wanted it for so long…

“I-I want to…obey you…on my knees…from now on…” she whispered softly.  The realization of what she had just said hit her.

“Good girl,” he exclaimed.  “Say it again.”

“I want to…o-obey you…on my kn-knees…from now on…”

“Good girl.”  He reached over to the dresser and picked up something, holding it before her.  It was the two nipple clamps with ‘A+’ on them, except this time they were connected by a chain.  He watched her surprised reaction as he clipped one, then the other, on her hardening nipples.

“Ohhhh…” she gasped, as she experienced both a sudden pain and unexpected pleasure, her mind spinning again.  “Can’t…think straight…”

“Good girls don’t need to think straight, or at all.  Good girls obey.  Say it.”

“Good girls…obey…” she whimpered.

“Denise is a good girl.  Say it.”

“D-Denise is a…good girl…”

“What do good girls do?”

“Good girls obey…” she repeated.

“What does Denise do?”

“Denise…obeys…”

“That’s all you need to know.  All you need to remember.”  He reached back to the dresser drawer and pulled out a sparkly pink collar with a bell on it.  Her eyes widened as she watched him bring it towards her neck, and then she heard the click as he latched it.

“That’s a…collar…”

“Yes it is.  What did I just do, Denise?”

“You…collared…me…” she gasped.

“Good girl.  I collared you because I own you.”  He reached back into the drawer and picked up a shiny metal tag, bringing it before her eyes.  “I had this made the day I first set eyes on you.  Read it.”

Denise shuddered as she read the words out loud:  “Denise” Property of Richard Masters, 108 Oakwood Drive, 555-0123. 

“You had this made before now?” she asked in bewilderment.  “How did you know…”

“I just did,” he answered as he hooked the tag onto her collar.  “You’re a girl, I knew this day would come, it was just a matter of time.  So, tell me, how does it feel to know that you’re nothing more than an owned object now?”

Denise looked up at him, trembling, her body on fire, and the only word that came to her dizzy mind was “exciting…”

“Good.  Now, I saw you did a bit of exploring earlier, before I got here.”

“Uh huh…” she mumbled, as she remembered the doors she opened.

“Yes sir,” he corrected her.

“Yes…sir…” she repeated.

“Good.  Well then, I think you know where you’re going, don’t you?  Your new home?”

It hit her.  She remembered the pink collar inside the cage.  The same collar that was around her neck now.  She looked up at him again, and saw him holding the leash.  A minute later, she was face to face with the cage.  He opened its door, and unclipped the leash.

“In you go…” he ordered.  She looked up at him one more time, her expression one of obedient love for her new Owner.  Then, her head bowed, she crawled submissively into the cage.  The door closed and locked behind her.

 THE END (for now)