Teacher's Pet

“In the classroom, you’re naturally in charge, which I don’t like. Outside the class, in a bedroom, for example, you’re not naturally in charge, that’s when I like you to be dominant,” he said. “So, mark those papers. Tell me if I passed, then I’ll come and collect my reward.”

I stared at him in wonder. Wondering how long he’d been thinking about what to say to me. It was surprising, and oddly refreshing to hear it from him. But it made complete sense. And as much as I hated changing for someone, this didn’t feel like a change in me, but a natural progression.

Asher left the classroom, swaying his hips for me as I watched, knowing he had that cattail butt plug inside his hole. Those thoughts continued to grow my solid cock inside my trousers, even though I didn’t know how much more growth there could be at my age.

Opening my laptop up once more, there were images of boys in different kitten play outfits.

When a kitten wears a maid’s outfit, popularized by growing online trends, this can sometimes signify they are a service sub. However, this is only because of the outfit itself. A service sub often refers to a lifestyle of being submissive to the dominant partner. You should get to know the wants of your kitten. Do they want to provide services like a maid would and clean, or are they subverting their clothing choice by wearing something they feel pretty in with no intention of doing anything but being pampered and fucked?

I hadn’t even thought of that. I had a lot of learning to do. It would’ve been nice to have someone come and clean, and then once that was down, suck on my cock, but I wasn’t that much of a dominant man. I liked the idea of being nice as a reward for my sub following orders.

In the past, I’d had men who were submissive to the point it wasn’t fun. Pillow princesses who just pulled pouting faces and didn’t want to move while they laid back and we fucked. They drained the excitement from my dick in seconds.

I liked Asher because he almost fought back with me, playfully, he teased.

“Control yourself,” I grumbled at myself as I closed the web browser. I had to focus on grading these test answers, but even that had become semi-sexual since Asher’s score would mean more than just telling him to work harder or that he’d done a good job. Asher’s score was setting me up to get laid—again.