You could have heard a pin drop when Ms. Thorn spoke. It was a mixture of her dominance coupled with fear and shock from the assembled students. Well, you could have heard a pin drop but actually what Ms. Thorn heard was the gabbling of one girl on her phone. "So yeah Cynthia, that'll be fine, I'll be there at six ok? Yeah, this class is a drag but I gotta get the credit" went on a red-haired girl at the back of the class. She was so distracted by her conversation that she didn't notice until too late the shadow falling across her from the six-foot tall dominatrix and only realised her fate when the riding crop slammed into the top of her desk, a whip-crack echoing off the walls and scattering her pens and pencils.
"You DARE to ignore me?" glared Ms. Thorn, bending the crop in her hands, the collective body of students appearing to have held their breath. She moved the handle of the riding crop so the end rested under the girl's chin, lifting it towards her so her crystal blue eyes locked with the girl's brown flecked ones. "What is your name slug?"
She swallowed hard, sudden fear pitting the bottom of her stomach "G..G...Gertrude Ms. Thorn"
The crop landed again on her desk, cracking the top with its force. "NO! You are now slug, nothing, nada, you have NO name here and now, you are just a pitiful little slut who deserves nothing but to serve any man or woman....so what is your name again slut?"
She gulped again.." I...I...I have no name" she said, bowing her name. From the phone clutched in her hand came the squawking of her friend asking what had happened. Ms. Thorn gave a sly grin, "Well answer your friend, tell her you are a bad girl."
The now nameless student brought the phone back to her ear and spoke "I'm sorry, I'm a bad bad girl who shouldn't have been on the phone, and I must be punished by her Mistress" she finished, ending the call. Ms. Thorn clicked her fingers; instantly the girl was now naked, bare to the world, showing her slim physique and slightly bulging belly. "First things first slut, as you like gabbling away so much, we should put an end to that, shouldn't we class?"
The phone was still against her ear when it began to shimmy and change in her hand. First the hard case softened and moulded more to the side of her head, going from tough hard plastic to soft pliable leather. It spread in a wave from her right ear to her left, in a band of leather that crossed her mouth. All the students could see that, for all practical purposes, the girl was now gagged....but only she knew what happened next, as the material over her mouth started to expand and grow INTO her mouth, parting her lips as harder leather formed and grew inwards, spreading her lips open, pushing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth and pushing her cheeks wider.
Ms. Thorn rubbed her riding crop across the girl's bare shoulders - she was now silenced with a ball gag.
Wed Nov 21 07:17:36 2012