It's unbelievably hard leaving Housemaster Michaelis' bed.
You feel like someone's turned your legs to jelly. What did that man do to you last night? Well, other than the whole 'clamps-on-your-nipples-and-rods-in-your-nethers' thing… you still can't believe he did such a thing! Sure, you weren't certain of his precise intentions, but that was the furthest thing from your mind; you'd half-expected him to take your virginity last night.
He may as well have done such a thing. Surely it's not going to be much more strenuous than that was?! The man is a demon in the bedroom, especially when it comes to bringing your body to its limit before going just that little bit further…
As you sit up in bed, your whole body screams out in protest, not least you're stomach, which seems to be trying to eat itself right now. With all the energy you used last night, that's hardly a surprise. You'll have to get dressed and head for breakfast as soon as you can.
Just as you're about to leave bed, something occurs to you; where is Housemaster Michaelis? He said last night he'd be at his desk, but a quick glance over in that directions shows it to be quite empty. Has he left you already? Did he have somewhere to be? What time is it anyway? Have you slept in?! Oh shit, now you've really got to get out of here!
As you tumble out of bed (in a painfully literal sense), the door to the room opens, and you try to cover yourself with the bed sheets in a blind panic, terrified the intruder will discover your secret. Then again, they'd already discover that you'd slept naked in a teacher's bed; at that point, is gender actually an issue?
To your relief, you recognise the voice of your visitor long before his appearance registers with your hazy mind. 'Going somewhere, are we? Silly girl, I do believe I mentioned breakfast in bed. Now sit up in bed like a good girl; while I may be training you rut like an animal with me, I don't except you to eat like one.' He's returned! Housemaster Michaelis is back, and he's got food!
You clamber back into bed with urgency, not wanting to disobey him while he's in a good mood. You're still throughly confused though; why treat you like this when he's got you over a barrel? He could be nothing but cruel if he desired. Why take the time to be kind and respectful when you've so little choice in all of this?
Your thoughts must show on your face, because Michaelis frowns as he hands you the tray. 'Am I sensing suspicion? Do you think this a trick of some kind? I assure you, this is no ruse. It's all quite simple, really. You have, for the most part, been wonderfully obedient, and more than willing to submit to my every whim. As such, I think it's only fair that I treat you properly. Consider it a reward for good behaviour. Continue to act as such, and there will be many more rewards to come in the future. This arrangement of ours is very much one of take and receive; I take what I want, and you'll receive what I believe you're owed in response. These little treats don't affect my vow of silence either; if your legs remain open, my mouth remains closed.' At least you know where you stand with him now. It's good to know he'll actually make an effort to be nicer to you after he's taken what he wants. Though at this point, it's fast becoming something you want as well…
With no reason to be suspicious now, you begin to tuck into the food Michaelis had given you, marvelling at its taste. Seriously, it's far above the usual slop that they serve here; this is beyond merely 'edible'.
The approval must show, because your Housemaster chuckles. 'It's good to know you're one to notice fine food when you receive it; I made this for you myself from scratch. Only the best for my most special pet. So perfectly mine…' his crimson eyes burn with intensity for a moment, before tailing off into a smoulder. 'When you're finished, leave the tray and the dishes here. You're then to dress, and return to school as usual. If anyone questions your absence last night, you are to tell them that, as punishment for the incident that happened between us on my first day, you were helping me arrange my files, and eventually fell asleep at my desk. If they notice that you're sore at all, it's because of the awkward angle you slept at. Repeat it back to me.' He's really thought all of this through, hasn't he?
Swallowing your mouthful, you exhale, putting on your best 'this sucks' voice. 'Housemaster Michaelis forced me to help him with some paperwork just because I walked into him on his first day. I stayed up so late I fell unconscious at his desk, and he didn't move me all night, the git! Now I'm all sore. It's going to take so many baths to get my muscles back to normal…' you rub your neck for good measure, to try and add extra emphasis.
Housemaster Michaelis chuckles darkly. 'My my, but it seems that I have an actress on my hands here. Be careful though; if I know you're a good liar, I might not trust you.' As if he'll ever trust you anyhow…
You play his comment off as nothing, trying a dark smile of your own. 'Keep making me food like this, and I'll never lie to you.' You take a sip of tea, trying to keep your focus as his eyes grow intense again.
The Housemaster smirks. 'Anything for my little pet.'
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After leaving Housemaster Michaelis' office, you begin your day as planned. As you have some free time first thing, your first move is to head to the showers, which are mercifully as vacant as they always at at this time (the other members of your dorm preferring to shower either before breakfast or after dinner). When you're all dried off, you decide to spend some time in the library, despite its close proximity to a certain someone's office. After all, if you deliberately avoid him, people are bound to grow suspicious…
Before you can get to the library, a familiar face comes rushing towards you; it's the younger boy that told you to meet your new Housemaster a while back! Is he running more errands or something?
If he is carrying news, it must be grave; the poor boy is as white as a sheet!
As he stops in front of you, you realise that the news he has is for you.
He's panting, but soon regains his breath, an expression of concern you hadn't seen before on his face. 'There you are! The headmaster has requested that you head to his office immediately! He says it's urgent. He thinks someone has entered the school under false pretences, and it looks like you're a suspect!' Now it's your turn to turn white. He thinks… oh shit. He knows. He knows, he knows, he knows! You thought you'd gotten away with it last week when you'd visited him, but you hadn't! He knows you're female, and that's it. He's going to kick you out for sure!
You nod sheepishly. 'I'll go and see him now then. Thank you for the message.' You walk off immediately, wanting to get this over with. To think that everything you've worked so hard for is going to be thrown away in a single moment…
No way. You're not letting this be the end. You've worked too hard, learned too much. Add to that your 'private lessons' with your Housemaster, and you're just not ready to leave yet. After all, so far it's only speculation. Until the Headmaster demands that you strip naked in front of him, he can't know you're a woman. Besides, all that boy said was that someone was here under false pretences. That could mean almost anything! There could be an exam cheat or something. You won't know for sure until you've spoken with the man…
… something you'll be doing right now; you've arrived at his office.
You make to knock, but a voice stops you. 'I've been expecting you, alumna. Come in, and lock the door behind you; I have some delicate questions I need to ask you.' Shit. He knows. He knows for sure. Should you just walk away now or…?
No, you'll go through with this. It could still be about anything. Anything at all. You can still get out of this!
It's just concerning he's still calling you 'alumna'.
You do as the Headmaster instructed, slipping into the room quietly before closing the door with a dull 'thud'. A quick twist of the key, and you're officially locked in with the Headmaster.
Now there's nowhere left to run.
As you make your way over to the Headmaster's desk, you almost freeze in shock; is the man in front of you truly the Headmaster?
The few times you've seen the man in the past, he's always worn a large top hat, and a small amount of hair covering his eyes. This man however…
A mass of silver hair cascades all around him, so much so that it covers parts of his arms. The hair that would fall over his face has been swept back over his forehead, revealing what must surely be the face of an angel or something. While there is a slight scar that travels from his the jaw on his right side to the eye on his left, there is no denying that this man is beautiful, and the moment you look into his unusual yellow and green eyes, it feels as if you've been hypnotised by your own want.
At your reaction, the man before you smiles, lazily twisting a few strands of his hair through his slender fingers. 'You came faster than I was expecting, my sweet. I would normally tell you to take a seat, but I'm afraid there is a grave matter we must discus, one that may well require immediate action.' That voice; it IS the Headmaster! Oh dear. Why is he suddenly so attractive? He's on-parr with Housemaster Michaelis at the very least, maybe even a little more so. Why is your life now filled with such attractive men? It's such a distraction…
Still trying to collect your thoughts in the wake of this development, you take a breath, and do your best to answer calmly. 'A grave matter, sir? What is it? I'll help in whatever way I can.' Hopefully offering to comply will help remove any possible guilt you might have projected lately…
The Headmaster's expression grows grim. 'It's quite serious, I'm afraid. I fear that our latest member of staff, Housemaster Michaelis, may have an ulterior motive for coming here this year. I suspect that he is here on external business, and has a student assisting him. Normally I would shudder at the thought of implicating one of my finest students in all of this, but I can't help but notice you've been spending a lot of time with him, alumna. Therefore, it is with regret that I must ask you to submit to a quick search. I won't be too intrusive, and you can refuse of course, but doing so will only give me more reason to suspect you. It is entirely your choice.' A search?! What kind… this can't be good. Does he just want you to turn out your pockets, or is there more to it than that?! Maybe you should just refuse, and let Housemaster Michaelis cover you…
No, you've got this. He said a quick search, after all. He won't be too intrusive. The worst you'll have to face is a pat down, and it's not like he'll deliberately pat your crotch. If he notices that your chest is a little smooshy, you'll just have to say that you've put on weight recently, and have therefore been trying to hide your flabby chest. That even explains the bindings! It's genius!
Therefore, you nod. 'If such a thing would help, I'd gladly allow you to search me, sir. What would you have me do?' As long as it doesn't involve taking all of your clothes off…
The Headmaster grins, and you feel a jolt in your stomach. Nerves maybe? Or something more… 'I appreciate your cooperation. I'm sure we can have this matter sorted in no time. Now, if you'd kindly hand me your blazer, I need you to put your hands on the wall over there. Then I'd like you to bend over slightly, and spread your legs apart enough so that I can pat them down. I doubt that Housemaster Michaelis would give his accomplice a weapon, but as this is a school, I don't want to take any chances.' So, it will be a physical search, after all. At least you have your strategy now…
Without hesitation, you hand over your blazer. 'Here you are, Sir. I can promise you now that I'm not carrying any weapons, but if searching will exonerate me, then I still consent to being searched.' You walk over to the wall, positioning yourself as instructed.
The Headmaster searches your blazer, making sure to check all of the pockets. When he's done, he walks over to you, positioning himself only an inch or so away. 'Nothing suspicious in your pockets. Not much of anything, in fact. It's a shame. I was half expecting to find explicit material in them after our last conversation. Perhaps I misjudged you. Maybe you're not that into women, after all…' What does that mean?! Is he… disappointed? Did he think you some kind of sexual deviant? Maybe that's why he's suspicious of you; if you're deviant in one sense, why not more?
You're about to say something, but you immediately forget what it was; the Headmaster untucks your shirt from your trousers, and pushes your shirt up a little.
His hands caress your sides, stroking your gently from your hips to the bottom of your ribs, and right back down. 'Such wonderful curves, alumna. So soft. So shapely. So feminine…' Your heart drops; he's known all along, hadn't he? He's just doing this to make an example of you, to toy with you before he kicks you out. It's all been for nothing, all these years for nothing…
You take your hands off of the wall, and you're about to turn around and face him when he grabs your hands and puts them right back where they were.
The Headmaster leans in, his voice caressing your ear. 'Ah, ah, ah. Stay still. I'm not finished yet. I still have to search you for weapons, remember? Unless you'd like to tell me something… something I don't already know, of course.' What can you possibly tell him that he doesn't already know? Right now, the best thing to do is remain silent, and pray that he doesn't humiliate you…
When his question receives no answer, the Headmaster slides his hands down your arms to your hips, then around to your front. He begins to slowly unbutton your shirt, and his teeth begin nibbling at your ear. He moves forward until his crotch is flush against your ass; he feels fully erect, and you begin to wonder if he's planning to do what Housemaster Michaelis has yet to do…
You wonder if he's the man you're going to lose your innocence to.
The Headmaster has to pull your tie loose so he can access the final buttons, and once he has, he begins to work on your bindings, words now forming between nibbles. 'I know… you've got… weapons… on you…' he temporarily abandons trying to free your breasts to cup when they're hiding, his crotch bumping against you forcefully. 'I'm going to… see if they… work properly…' he moves back to the bindings, and you can already feel that you've ruined your underwear. Despite the situation, and despite already being involved with one teacher… the Headmaster is driving you wild, and he's barely done anything!
When the bindings are gone, the Headmaster uses them to bind something else; your arms. He grabs your hands and brings them both behind your back, before tying them as firmly as he can without cutting off blood flow. When they're immobilised, he pulls you flush against him, his hands on your bare waist and his mouth at your ear once again.
His voice is husky enough that he almost sounds like a different person, and there's a hint of something almost primal in his tone. 'I know you've been fucking Michaelis, alumna, and I must say I'm disappointed. A woman like you could do so much better than a beast like him, but I suppose I'm not one to talk. Still, it does put you in a most interesting position. I have an important job for you.' Why do you get the feeling that's an innuendo of some kind?
Still, you're in no position to at least not hear him out. 'I've not… we've not going that far yet, but yeah, we've been… what's the job, sir?' It's going to involve sex, of that much you're completely certain…
The Headmaster hums. 'You haven't? Interesting… Well, the job is quite simple really. I wasn't lying to you earlier; Housemaster Michaelis is up to something, and I'd like to know what. As you're close to him, I thought I'd ask you to keep an eye on him for me. Report back any suspicious activity.' That's all he wants? Information? If that's the case, then…
You nod, but your brow furrows in confusion. 'I can do that, sir, but I have a question; if all you want is information, why am I half naked and bound?' Is this a contingency plan? If you'd refused him, would he have kicked you out?
The Headmaster chuckles darkly, and the sound is the last straw; your underwear is now unsalvageable. 'I already told you, I need to see if your weapons work. I've already made my opinion on breasts clear, and yours… they are quite magnificent, my dear alumna.
'So, this is what we're going to do. As I think it would be unfair to deflower a maiden on my desk, I just want you to rub your bare sex against my erection. Meanwhile, I am going to suck on these perky little tits of yours until I've had my fill. When I'm satisfied, you can go in your merry way, straight back to your Housemaster. I expect you back here this time next week for a full report on everything that you learn, and that transpires between the two of you.
'Of course, it goes without saying that while you're helping me with this, your position in this school is quite safe. I'll also warn you that if Housemaster Michaelis discovers your mission, there will be… consequences. Expulsion, for instance.' Well… shit. You're just glad he's not planning to shove anything anywhere, but still, this is quite the turn of events!
There's one more thing you need to know, but it might have to wait; the Headmaster has already forced your trousers and underwear down your legs, and is removing his own; your eyes grow wide as his impressive erection springs forth.
His grin is so wide you're scared his face is going to spilt in half. 'Bigger than what you're used to?' Not by much, but he's certainly not lacking!
As the Headmaster sits back on his chair, you approach nervously, deciding that now is the time to ask your question. 'Will I… will I be getting used to it, Sir?' That was probably an awkward way of phrasing it; does he understand?
The Headmaster grabs your hips, preparing to lift you onto his lap. 'Put it this way; while I won't take your virginity on my desk, the moment that is no longer an issue… but for now, things like this,' he pulls you onto his lap, and begins rubbing your soaked flesh against his erection. 'Are things you should start getting used to. Also, don't call me 'Sir' when we're doing this; I'm not your teacher right now.' He illustrates his point by going straight for your nipple, his mouth latching on firmly before he starts sucking at it with wild abandon.
While he's preoccupied with your breast, you try to move your hips, trying to rub yourself against him; he never said that you couldn't enjoy this too. In fact, he seems to be actively encouraging it, his hands on your hips helping you to keep your balance as you try to build up a rhythm.
The Headmaster moves to switch nipples, muttering as he does. 'So wet… would it be greedy of me to ask you here twice a week?' Does he expect an answer? You're a little too far gone for that now, given how close you're getting to climax. You're honestly surprised at how wrecked you are, but then again, last night was your first climax in a week; you're either still feeling sensitive, or the Headmaster is just that good.
As the Headmaster moves his hand behind and underneath you so that he can stick two fingers into you the moment he latches onto the other nipple, you're pretty sure it's the latter.
A few clever thrusts and nibbles later and you're done for, trying not to scream as your eyes slam shut and you tighten around his fingers.
It takes a while to come down from your high, as the headmaster seems to be drawing it out, his movements still deliberate and earth-shattering. He's still hard against you, and you begin to wonder if he's doing this to give himself more time to finish.
Then, out of nowhere, it all stops.
The fingers inside of you withdraw, and his mouth detaches itself with a sinfully wet pop, a small trail of saliva following it.
In an instant, you're lifted up, and put down carefully on trembling legs, the Headmaster's hands keeping you steady as he stands too.
When he's certain you won't collapse, he removes his hands, and undoes the bindings on your arms before rubbing them down, trying to make sure your circulation wasn't cut off.
As he bends down to pull your trousers up, you regain your composure enough to ask an obviously question. 'What about you? I thought you didn't want to stop until you were satisfied?' Did something happen? Why did he stop?
The Headmaster turns you around, picks up the bindings, and coaxes you to lift up your arms so he can cover your breasts himself.
He smiles softly as he answers. 'I'm plenty satisfied. Watching a beautiful woman fall apart on my lap was spectacular. I will admit that I won't always let you off so easily, but for today, we're done here. I'd suggest showering before visiting Michaelis; the man has an inhuman nose on him, and we can't let him figure us out on day one, can we, alumna?' If he's calling you that, it's looks like you're back to being his student…
When the bindings are done, you take over, buttoning yourself up. It occurs to you that the Headmaster didn't actually remove much of his own clothing just now; perhaps the real reason he cut things short was to avoid questionable stains? Either way, if he's sure that its enough, you won't push him; you're certain he'll have you making up for it in time.
When you look presentable again, you make to leave, only for the Headmaster to grab your wrist before you get too far.
You're about to ask him if he's changed his mind, when he gives you something; your blazer.
As you shrug it on, the Headmaster kisses your cheek, making you blush.
The blush deepens when he whispers 'should you find that you do wish to visit me outside of office hours, my private quarters shall always be open to you, should you wish for a more comfortable setting for our little rendezvous. Bye for now, my sweet alumna.' You rush for his office, your face so hot you feel like it's going to explode! That certainly was an interesting meeting with the Headmaster.
You just have to make sure your Housemaster doesn't find out.