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Chapter 2
It shouldn’t have come as a shock when Reina spoke, but Mitch’s eyes still widened. He froze in the surprisingly comfortable chair, even though he wasn’t enjoying it, and stared at her. The headmistress only waited a second, then reached forward and took hold of his ear. That unfroze him. Before she could twist and pull again, Mitch scrambled to his feet.
“Better,” Reina remarked, briskly undoing his belt, button, and zipper to his dress pants. Instead of jerking them down like she had alluded to, she first stooped and undid the laces of his shoes, grabbing his ankle and yanking them off, then his socks as well. The ease of her movements hinted to him that this wasn’t the first time she had forcibly stripped someone down.
Rising back up, her giant breasts swaying slightly within her blazer, Reina took hold of his pants, then jerked them and his boxers down. Mitch still wasn’t prepared for the shock of his naked sex springing out in front of the gorgeous school headmistress, and let out a squeal through the gag as he tried to squirm away. She was firm though, and his pants were soon around his ankles. She ordered him to step out, which he tentatively did while she held him by the arm.
Reina kicked the pile of clothes to the corner of her desk daintily with on of her white heels. “Now, Mr. Bowen, stand here.” She pointed to the space between the leather chairs in front of her desk. “Shoulders back, head high! You are a proud student of Arcadia!”
Mitch did as commanded, pushing his shoulders back so his back was straight, then lifted his head. Reina’s office seemed to have dropped in temperature quickly. Only a minute ago he was flushed at her command to strip, in addition to the heat her own body was causing in his. Now goosebumps rose on his skin, and he felt very small and exposed.
Which he was.
Reina picked up the thick tablet of papers and her fountain pen, flipping the first page and scanning the contents. “I’ve taken the liberty of filling out some of the mundane details: eye color, hair color, weight, height, etc. All of those were easily found on your student form. It will save us quite a bit of time for the more fun tasks.”
Mitch could only dread what his headmistress thought of fun. She seemed to be enjoying herself, now that he was trussed and helpless. The ball gag was something entirely new to him. His mouth wouldn’t stop watering around it, like his body thought it was food, and because a rubber ball was wedged behind his teeth, he could barely work to swallow the excess saliva. Before long, a trickle of drool squeezed out of the corner of his mouth and began to drip down his chin.
Reina frowned, then wiped at his chin with a finger, which she then wiped on one of his pectoral muscles. “No drooling. This is a very expensive carpet, and I can’t have messy students ruining it.”
Mitch let out a muffled grunt of dissatisfaction, then tried, with some difficulty, to keep swallowing. The overwhelming taste of rubber saturated everything.
Reina turned another sheet, then paced to his side. He nervously watched her, but she cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow. “Head and eyes straight ahead, and spread your legs.”
She poked the back of his thigh with the butt of her pen. Mitch grunted, then shifted his feet apart about a foot.
“More.”
He shifted again, and now stood about a shoulder-length and a half apart. The exposure increased, with his cock and balls hanging loose in the air above him.
Reina continued to pace around him, her blue eyes carefully and meticulously looking him up and down. She would jot notes down, pause, then peer closely at a small mole on his side, or poke another on his lower back.
“You have an excellent complexion, Mr. Bowen,” she said lightly. “Do you tan, or use any products?”
Confused, he shrugged and shook his head. What kind of test was this?
“Hm,” she merely said, and continued her notes. She walked behind him again, and when she didn’t circle around from his other side, Mitch started to turn his head back. “Head forward!” He immediately snapped his head back, sucking back the spit from his gag. He didn’t want to piss her off when she already had him helpless.
There was a rustling of fabric behind him, then hands on his hips. She must have squatted down behind him. Briefly, he wondered how far her skirt would shoot up with her long legs coiled like that-
-and suddenly felt a warm sensation in his groin as his cock twitched. He blushed, even though there was no one to watch him. How could he be thinking perverted thoughts about Reina Morimoto when she was treating him like this?
Her hands suddenly slid down to his buttocks, where they kneaded at his ass like dough. Instinctively, he flexed away from her, but that didn’t exactly stop her from doing it.
“What a fine ass you have. Your profile detailed a few athletics, but nothing substantial?” mused Reina as she worked his skin generously. “Is this correct?”
Mitch gurgled and nodded in affirmation. Having his own ass handled like that by a woman wasn’t helping the tingle in his crotch. He gasped again when he felt her thumbs worm between his cheeks and pull them apart. It was so sudden that he jumped forward, but his only reward was an ear ringing slap and stinging pain across his left ass cheek.
“Sit still!” Reina ordered curtly after he yelped, then once again dug her fingers in. This time, Mitch forced himself to stand still, arcing his back slightly as she wasn’t gently about it. He gasped again when he felt something poke the rim of his anus, what could only be the cap of her pen. “A nice tight asshole to play with as well!” Reina sounded very pleased as she gave his ass one last squeeze, then circled in front of him, still absorbed in her notes. She had turned a few pages, and Mitch was able to catch a quick glimpse of the contents: lines filled with her loopy scrawl, numbers, and comments.
There was still a long way to go.
Reina dug into one of her desk drawers and pulled out two objects. One he recognized immediately, a ruler, and the other took him a second to realize that it was a slide caliper.
“I think you’ll enjoy this part very much, Mr. Bowen,” Reina smiled, her bright blue eyes shining into him. She stepped close, very close. He could smell her perfume.
Then he jumped as he felt her warm hand circle his cock, and in an instant, that lust he felt at only thinking about her rushed forward like a flood. His cock grew stiff as a board in her hand, and she was soon kneading a meaty rod in her hand.
Mitch moaned, eyes almost rolling back into his head as her smile broadened further. “See, isn’t this a fun test to take? And to think you were so recalcitrant before.” Her massages turned to strokes, glossing up and down his cock. It felt extraordinary.
Then, as quickly as it happened, it ended. Reina withdrew her hand, leaving Mitch with his cock sticking straight in the cool air. He moaned again, this time in disappointment and longing for her warm palm.
“However, not all of it can be fun,” she lectured, then took the ruler in her hand. Positioning his cock so that it sat straight, she pressed the ruler along it, then peered at the measurements. “I’m very impressed Mr. Bowen. A boy your age is already above average in length. A full seventeen and a half centimeters.” The ruler lifted, but she placed it back along his shaft, measuring again. She measured a third time, then seemed to settle on an average. “Seventeen-point-eight exactly.” She grinned mischievously. “However, I don’t think anyone will mind if I round to an even eighteen…”
Mitch blushed further. His cock throbbed harder as if proclaiming that he bested most men on the planet already. He never had his cock measured, nor compared with others in the shower, so coming from his headmistress, of all people, whilst bound and gagged was very surprising, to say the least.
“You have what I like to call a ‘proud cock,” she explained as she set the ruler down, then took his girth in her hand again, sending Mitch to bliss. “Normally, I like my men well hung, so thick and fat it sags a little when full of blood. But yours…” she released it, and instead of standing straight, it angled up, eager and trembling. “A sign of a good fucker.”
She let go again, leaving Mitch feeling rather frustrated at the whole situation. Since Reina had already forced him to it, he no longer tried to hold back his erection at her body, and with the experience of her hands on him fresh in his mind, he wasn’t going to go soft any time soon.
This time, Reina picked up the calipers and firmly gripped him by the sack. Mitch tried to pull away as soon as he saw the metal pincers zero in on his manhood, but all that accomplished was a hefty jerk on his balls. Cold metal squeezed one of his balls, and then Reina peered at the device’s measurements.
Mitch though being manhandled like this would be humiliating, and at first it was. But after she complimented him on the length of his cock, and when he realized just what she was doing with the calipers, it was strangely arousing. In addition, he continuously felt the warmth of her hand as she skillfully kneaded his balls around to acquire the proper measurements.
Reina set the caliper down to jot a few things on the form. “Right testicle, nineteen cubic centimeters, and the left, twenty. Once again above average Mr. Bowen. I can’t believe Leona decided to pass on you.” She caught his eye with a devious smile. “Now I can enjoy you all by myself.”
He tried to glare at her at the audacity of what she just said. She had no right to use him like a slave! As soon as he was out of here, he was going to call the cops.
But the glare was once again replaced by a nervous jerk when she reached behind his sack and lightly scratched. “A little hairy, for my taste,” she said dismissively. “Once we’re finished today, it’s off to the nurse for a shave.”
The caliper returned briefly, measuring the width of his cock and pinching a little uncomfortably around his spongy head. After that, Reina seemed to mercifully be finished with her in depth inspection of his manhood and put both the ruler and the caliper away. Mitch dared to hope he was finished. If she didn’t escort him to the nurse herself, he’d get a chance to run for it.
To his dismay, Reina seemed to have no desire to release him just yet. “The oral portion of this test is next, and obviously, you can’t take that with a gag in your mouth.” She patiently placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him. “I will ask you again, Mr. Bowen, are you a good boy, or a naughty boy?”
Good boys didn’t have to wear gags, Mitch remembered darkly. He thought for a minute. He could lie so he could take it out, and then yell for help, but who was going to hear him? The secretary? If she hadn’t heard anything by now, then that probably meant she was working for Reina. If Reina didn’t take the gag out, what was going to happen then?
The rubber ball made his jaw ache, and the taste of rubber filled his mouth. He wanted the damn thing out, regardless of what was going to happen. It was humiliating. He looked at Reina, hoping his expression would give his answer, but she waited patiently with a bright look on her face. She wanted an answer.
“Mmm-mmph,” Mitch mumbled.
“Hm?” Reina put a finger to her ear. “Speak up.”
“Ud-oy!” It was the closest thing he could say to ‘good boy’.
Reina smiled, then moved to unbuckled the ball in his mouth. She did, then pulled the sphere free, unleashing a torrent of saliva that spilled down his chin. Instead of removing it fully, however, she re-buckled it around his neck like a necklace.
Mitch’s jaw ached as he finally got a chance to flex it, but chose to hold anything he might say to the headmistress. To his shock, she hiked up her skirt, flashing him both her garter belt and white lace panties, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled the lacey unmentionable down, revealing a shaved sex.
“Now, Mr. Bowen,” Reina began, leaving her skirt up as she hoisted herself onto her desk, spreading her legs. “I’m grading you on technique, enthusiasm, and overall experience.” She pointed to the ground, or more precisely, her shave pussy. “Get on your knees and begin at once.”
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