A Teacher Mistress.

Student Teacher meeting.

Mr. West! Have you seen what Mrs. Hanson is wearing today?

No, I haven’t.  Why? 

Go to her room NOW.  You will love it.

I’m always suspicious of my students when they want to send me out of the room, but class hadn’t started and they seem to think I would like it.

The Hell.

Vivian, what the hell are you doing?

I’m just wearing my after school clothes today.  I passed my Mistress class last week and I thought I would see how it worked here in school.

That’s a bit much for a social studies teacher…  And why do you have a nude student in cuffs?  I don’t recall there being any slaves in your 1st hour class.

There aren’t.  This is Linda Wheeler, a for now, free student.  I’ve been giving her demerits all week, and she just blows them off.  3-5 hours of detention doesn’t seem to phase her.  So I’ve changed my policy.  Had it approved by the dean and the board.  At my option, students will be stripped and given 10 lashes with my cane.

So you are going to be flogging free women for trivial offenses.  That’s skirting the edge of the assault and battery laws in this state.

Oh like you don’t orally rape several girls a week.

Point.

They have the option of escalating the demerit up the chain if they think it’s unfair or not provable.  And just like you offer your sleazy blow jobs for grades system, I’m offering stripes for grades.  I’ll raise the score on any test by one point per stripe they allow me to put on them with this cane.  Or one like it any way, I’ve already broken two today.

I looked around the room.  About half of the girls in her class were sitting on the edge of the seat or other wise looking in pain.

So Vivian, how many have you flogged today?

So far?  Nine

Nine?  It’s not even first hour yet.  How could you get nine demerits in home room and before school?

Well, most of them were for not taking me seriously and making comments about my mode of dress today.

The Hell woman.  I’ve made comments about your mode of dress, as you put it today.

Yes, and if you were a female students you would be flogged for it.

This is not going to end well.  Of course with her being a Mistress  it’s going to take an actual court case to convert her.   Breaking the contract isn’t going to do it.  Oh shit.  Need to talk to the dean and then, if I’m really, really unlucky the board.  Neither of these things gives me a good feel.

<In the dean’s office>

Ah, sir, have you seen Vivian Hanson today?

Nope, but you are the 4th staff member and I don’t know how many students have commented on her, ah, mode of dress.

Do you know she is in her room flogging free women for basically being teen age snarky girls?  One parent decides to sue the school and, and well, it will not be pretty.

I don’t think so.  For starters any legal action would go in front of the Neutral  Board of Arbitration.  I approved her new policy and the board passed it with out comment.  It’s no worse, when you get down to it, than the oral sex for demerits that most of the men and some of the women teachers use.  Yes, she looks a bit, unusual in her mistress gear, but if she was one of you students you wouldn’t blink an eye at it, that’s what mistresses wear.  She is a mistress and seems like she is acting like one.  I’ll make a bet with you that after a week she will have the best behaved class in the school.  Get over it and get over the fact that some one other than a skinny teen is wearing mistress garb. 

Yeah, but…

No Buts.  If a student really doesn’t want to take the flogging they can go in front of the NBA.  If the the arbitrators find for the student, Ms. Hanson gets a fine.  No chance of conversion, of course, due to her status as a mistress.

What if the board finds for Ms. Hanson?

That will be decided case by case.  They do have the authority to invoke a full contract default, which I don’t need to tell you what that could involve.

Yeah, that could result in any thing, up to an including converting all the female members of the family.

OK, you’re the boss.  Have fun with this summer semester I think it’s going to be a hot one.

 

 

Hang the cow

Ding! It’s the door.

I look up, it’s a sorta thick brunette.

I want to do three things.  One,  I want to buy a brunette, with big floppy tits that is bigger than me, if you have one.

Two I want to hang the cow.

Three, I want to volunteer my body for the next spit roast you have.

“You do know that when we in the slave trade say “Spit Roast” we mean an actual spit and and an actual fire, not fucking you in the ass and face at the same time, right?”

Yes, I know that.  Look, here is $1500 in cash, do you have a cow I can snuff or not?

“Yes, we do.  Can I ask why you want to do all of this?”

My “Boyfriend” left me for a cow, so I want to snuff one.

OK, but why be snuffed yourself?

Because if I’m not good enough for any one, I might as well be meat.

Hang the cow

I’m not going to argue with her logic, warped as it may be. Normally I’d give her 700 buck back from her offer of a grand and a half, because I don’t normally rip people off, unless they pissed me off, but being as how she will not live to spend it, we will keep all of it.  Why?  Because I can.

Something the back of my head went “Click”.

“What is your ex’s name?”

Chris Fellows. 

Oh this is good.  “Did the “cow” he left you for have a tattoo on her belly?”

Yeah,  I think so.

“Then you might want to revise your plans.  Seems that Chris sold her to us this morning.”

Why would I want to change my plans then?  It’s even better if I get to hang the real cow.

“Well, for starters, he claims that he only fucked her to make it legal to enslave her, and that he wants her spit roasted this afternoon, something about bringing his real girlfriend in to see her roast.”

Don’t care, I want to hang the cow then get spit roasted.    Chris called me meatbag one too many times for me to think I have any value to him.


Later that day…

Ding!

“Hello Mr. Fellows, are you wanting to sell this on also?”

No, not now any way.

“Well there has been a slight change in plans. Your first slave was bought, at a considerable premium I might add, but we do have a similar slave for you to roast. Is that OK with you?”

Well, not really, I really wanted to show Cindie here that I really loved only her.

“Well you might want to wait until you see the alternate meat on the Jessica 2000 before you say that.”

Oh my God, is that Wendy on the machine?

“Yes, that was the meats name before she was converted and selected for processing as meat.  Does that make an difference?”

Oh God yes it does.  Cindie, strip down and blow me while I watch Wendy get processed.   This is the best day of my life.

From the Jessica 2000 Wendy speaks up.  “Well you called me meatbag when we were fucking.  I knew you really wanted me as meat, not as your girlfriend.”

Wait. You call me that to.  Does that mean you want to see me snuffed as well? 

Cow Sucking Cock

Shut up and suck my cock cow.

Yes master.

Push the button I want to see that spit go into Wendy’s cunt and out her mouth.

I pushed the kill switch.  “I’ve set it for 6 inches per minute, it’s going to take a bit for her to have it come out her mouth.”

OH GOD IT HURTS

Oh it hasn’t start to hurt yet.

AHHHHH  

There we go.  The needles just pierced her nipples and will be injecting a drug cocktail that should keep her from going into shock when she is gutted.  “Oh I didn’t ask, do you want her alive or dead when she goes over the coals?”

Alive, if you can do it.

“Sure, just have to run the simple gutting, that will keep her lungs and heart in place, but remove her intestines.  Let me do that now…”

I push a couple of buttons on the Jessica.  The laser guided knives and saws slice into Wendy and neatly remove her guts.

“Well, Wendy is still alive, but she will not be for much longer.”  I check my watch.  “She’s should be barfing up any time now.”

BLEEEPH 

“Right on time.  The spit should exit about ….  Now…”

Oh god, that is so hot.  Your next meat bag…  Look, take my phone.  Look in the “meat bag 3” folder, I should have proof that I am a person of personal contact with Cindie here.  I want her processed as soon as you get Wendy over the coals.

By processed, do you mean converted to slave or do you want to see her spitted as well?

Skinny Teen Slut

Spit roast the cow.   Bring me a skinny flat chested teen slut.  I want my cock sucked while the meatbag gets converted to just meat.  I don’t want my meat thing to kick in.

She will be $800.

Fine.  Run my debit card.

OK Mr. Fellows, she is all yours.

Damn Pigtails.  How old is she?  No, don’t tell me, the age in my head is good enough.

Cindie didn’t want to get on the Jessica, having seen what it did to Wendy.  “Get on the Jessica or it will be much worse for you?”

How could it be worse?

ZAPPPPP

“Well you could get tazered for starters.”   Ever try to move a 300 plus cow from the floor to a Jessica 2000? It’s not as easy as it sounds.  Took 3 men to do it.   And two more applications of the stun gun to keep her down.

“And here is another way it’s going to be worse.  I’m setting the spit for one inch a minute, so it’s going to take about half an hour to go through you.  And I’m not gutting you util you are dead, so you will be going on over the gas jets alive.  Plus the I’m going to use the drug cocktail that stimulates the nerves. It’s in effect a anti-pain killer.

Oh god, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you guys came through.  Great teen cock sucker and all my cows are dead or will be soon.  So, little one, you like girl meat?  Don’t want to give you too much, wouldn’t want you to get fat.  You see what happens to fat girls.

Yes master,  I’ve had girl meat.  My dad converted his secretary and then mom roasted her.  I promise not to get fat.  I’ll barf her up if you want.  I don’t eat much, well other than cum.  I’ll eat as much of that as I can get.