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I was thrilled to have Mistress Polly visit my class,
especially since the topic was female reproductive system and sexuality.
I had introduced her to the class as Polly – a visitor, observer, and
friend. Believing that all was going well – that I was sharing my depth
of knowledge on the subject with my class of four lovely females, I was
surprised when my lecturing was suddenly interrupted.
"Molly," my Mistress interjected – "your delivery is too fucking clinical! You are not feeling the subject at all!" I wasstartled
by her language, and began to protest, but then she used the Voice on
me. "Be Quiet!" She commanded. "Why use Powerpoint, and dull textbook
images, when you have the real thing so handy? Remove your clothing!
NOW!"
Almost of their own volition.. my
hands flew to my blouse buttons, and started undoing them as my
Mistress locked eyes with me - compelling me to obey, as I also kicked
off my shoes. The students' eyes widened as they saw it how quickly I
complied. I heard gasps as I tossed my blouse away, revealing such a
sexy bra, that I am certain my students never dreamed I would wear.
There were murmurs as my hand went to my skirt zipper, and pulled it
down, dropping my skirt, revealing the near wisp of nothing that covered
my pussy. It certainly did not cover my mass of pubic hair – my bush
protruded from both sides of it.
Amanda, the most
remarkable of the four students, and the one that I had been secretly
lusting after during this term, spoke to a classmate "Would you dare to
call those panties?"
I paused in my underwear... scarcely
believing what I just done. Mistress saw my hesitation , and grasped my
hair at the back of my head and inquired "Did I tell you to stop?"
Again, the Voice activated me.
My mouth dried to a cottony feel as
I reached behind my back, unsnapped my bra, and let it tumble off my
breasts. The classroom exploded in sotto voce conversations, the shocked
student voices interacting. The noise intensified as they saw me grasp
my panties, yank them down, and step free of them!
And as I
realized I was completely naked, my face flushed red with embarassment.
One of my arms threw itself across my chest, covering my areolae.... the
other slapped over my cunt protectively.
Again my Mistress' Voice
rang out: "Uncover yourself at once. Do you want these young ladies to
think the female body is something of which they should be ashamed?"
"No" I stammered in reply.
"No? Just no?"
"No,
Mistress" I blurted out. As the class heard that word from my lips,
they fell into stunned silence. Their eyes had gotten so big that as I
glanced at them, I could imagine four owls had taken their place.
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