The Making of a Sissy Boy Slut Part 2

This is part 2 of the story of the sexual manipulation of teen boy Michael by his headmaster, teachers and other figures of authority who are fortunate enough to have the opportunity to exploit his increasing desire to be dominated and humiliated.

If you have not already done so, it may be best to read part 1 first. Your comments and ratings are always welcome. I hope you enjoy the series. M
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The next morning, as I gradually awoke from a restful sleep, I became aware of atightness in my groin. With a start, the previous evening’s events flooded back to me as I reached down to find the thick elastic band still stretched around my testicles. My little penis shot up as I recounted what the headmaster had done to me the night before and suddenly remembered that I was to be receiving a visitor within the hour.

In somewhat of a panic, I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom where I emptied my bowels and showered, paying particular attention to the washing of my private parts, just in case I was required to present them to my form teacher during her visit.

At ten o clock sharp I was waiting nervously at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang. Walking timidly to the door, I opened it and was greeted by Miss Bolton standing there in a knee length leather trench coat and carrying a holdall.

“Good morning Michael, I believe you are expecting me. Are you alone?”

“Yes Miss Bolton” I stammered.

“Good, well take my bag and let’s be getting on then. We have a lot to do and so we should start immediately” Miss Bolton said as she walked past me and indicated for me to follow her. Closing the door, I followed meekly into the kitchen where she placed the holdall on the kitchen table and proceeded to remove her coat.

As I stood in the doorway watching the coat peel away from her body, I was transfixed by the vision that confronted me. Beneath the coat, Miss Bolton was wearing a black shiny corset that cut just beneath her copious breasts, leaving the gelatinous orbs fully exposed and hanging heavily halfway to her waist. Beneath the corset and covering her crotch was a pair of panties made from the same shiny black material and cut tightly between her legs, clearly showing the plumpness of her labia. The outfit was fully complemented by the thigh length black leather boots laced up the front and polished to a high gloss.

It was with difficulty that I managed to drag my eyes away from the deliriously beautiful sight of my teacher’s huge tits as she walked to the table and unzipped the bag.

Miss Bolton motioned for me to take a seat and then sat opposite to address me.

“Right then Michael” said Miss Bolton commandingly, “the headmaster has informed me of every unfortunate detail that occurred last night and how you have deeply disappointed him. The head has also told me that you deeply regret being unable to pleasure him satisfactorily and that you have agreed to work to your utmost ability, under my direction, to rectify your failings in the shortest possible time so as you can repay his kindness. Do you agree that this is the situation?”

“Oh yes Miss Bolton, I want to learn how to be a good boy for the headmaster and repay his kindness” I stammered, trying desperately not to stare at my teacher’s breasts.

“Good, I am pleased that we are in agreement as that will make the proceedings so much easier” said Miss Bolton. ”But first, I want you to understand that the reason I am wearing such an alluring attire is not for you to think that I am available to you. The reason is that I want you to be in a constant state of arousal whilst I am in your presence as this will make your training more bearable for you. You are not permitted to touch me without my explicit permission and you must do exactly what I instruct at all times. Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes Miss Bolton”.

“Excellent. In future you will address me as Mistress. So, you may now commence by showing me what a good boy you are and present yourself to me naked.”

Nervously, I took to my feet and started undressing. First I removed my upper clothes and then slowly lowered my trousers and underpants. I was not wearing any socks. Standing naked before my form teacher, I could feel the redness filling my cheeks and also, to my embarrassment, a stiffening stirring in my loins.

My Mistress then searched within the holdall and pulled out what looked like a pair of ladies sexy panties but with the crotch removed. “These are your new sissy panties that you will wear from now on in my presence” my Mistress said as she motioned me to raise one foot and then the other as she pulled them up my legs whilst seated before me. As I felt the silk panties rubbing against my thighs as they were slowly raised, my little peewee shot up to attention and, shockingly, brushed against Miss Bolton’s face, leaving a thin trace of sticky goo across her cheek.

“Now this will not do at all, you slutty boy” said Miss Bolton, wiping the goo from her face.