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FEMDOM CLASS

It’s your lucky day, slave, because I have some exiting news to share with you.
He knew what She was going to say. Oh yes, he did! This young, heartless Bitch had blackmailed him for three years! You would not believe the things She had done to him. Not to mention all the money She took from him! It had been a living hell, but it was almost over now. She was in Her final year and She would be leaving school to take a job somewhere. She would be someone else’s nightmare. Thank you, goodbye and fuck off. She was about to tell him that he was a free man again. Free at last! Thank God Almighty; he would be free at last!
You are My first slave, She smiled, and I’ve done a marvellous job, if I may say so Myself. I’ve turned you into an obedient and submissive servant. Is that not so, slave?
Yes, Princess, he whispered.
Correct. And I think it would be a real pity if all My hard work went to waste. Besides, it’s rather selfish to keep all the fun to Myself.
He had no idea what She was talking about, but he smelt a rat. A big one. Something was clearly amiss and his dick cowered behind his zipper.
So! I’m going to pass the information I have on you to My successor. Her name is Nancy and She’s a nasty piece of work.
N-o-o-o-o-o, he screamed in horror, Princess, please don’t do that. Please have mercy on me!!
Pet, you’re a natural!! No, no, you’re far too precious and far too generous. Besides, in spite of all your grumbling, I think you quite like being a slave. Ain’t that right, headmaster?

FEMDOM SCHOOLGIRLS

Monday, January 21. According to an anonymous inside source (Mr. Snow, 472-C Lancaster Street, London) the Girls at London University College have taken command of the school. He claims that male teachers and students are blackmailed, bullied and used as slaves!
Headmaster Collins dismissed all claims as silly pranks. These accusations are absolutely false, ungrounded and fabricated, he said. He was missing his front teeth, had a black eye, a bloody nose, and a collar around his neck. Which was a bit odd, but a hype perhaps. Behind him stood a Schoolgirl in an absolutely lovely school-uniform. She had Her hand on the headmaster’s shoulder, which seemed to make him somewhat nervous, as if he was afraid to be rebuked. That must have been the light playing tricks on the mind, no doubt. Then we heard a terrible scream, but the headmaster was quick to explain that it was an owl gone crazy. There was sweat on his forehead and his eyelids were twitching, but that was probably a hobby of some sorts.
Time’s up, the Girl said firmly, and I admired Her for looking after the headmaster so well.
You must be very, very proud of Her, I said.
Proud is a word, the headmaster answered mysteriously. He sounded hoarse. Probably an oncoming flu, or something like that. So rest assure, dear readers, everything’s fine at London University College, nothing to worry about. Tim Sharp – London Chronicle.