'Teacher, what is this?' said Michiko with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I looked at the card; a picture of a stern woman in thigh boots and a 
list of services.  I blushed.  This was my first job as an English teacher 
in London and I'd never had to deal with this kind of problem before.  We 
were under orders not to teach any taboo words, but this was a bit different.  
I hesitated, unable to decide what to do. 

'Er well, er, Michiko, I'm not sure I'm supposed to...'

'Teacher, I see this everywhere, you must tell me!'

Michiko pouted angrily and I flinched at her disapproval.  Michiko was by 
far my sexiest student and I really wanted her to like me.  I decided that 
she was right, it was necessary information.  In fact I even convinced myself 
I was protecting her.

'Er well Michiko, I'm afraid they're actually advertisements for prostitutes. 
Umm, ladies who have sex for money.'

'Ohh,' said Michiko thoughtfully, 'yes I know word prostitute.  But what is a 
dominatrix?' I gulped.  I really didn't want to go into this but once you start 
explaining something to someone, it's hard to stop.  And I have to confess to a 
certain strange thrill in talking about these things, in how ever innocent a way, 
with such an attractive young woman.  Even so, I still stammered over the words 
while my face burned red.

'Er well, umm a dominatrix is a woman who is bossy with a man.  She is like 
the err, queen and he is the er, slave.  Do you know slave?'

Michiko's pretty face frowned as she studied the photo of the woman on the card.

'But this is for sex?' she asked, confused.

'Well yes umm, she makes the man take off his clothes and do things for her, or 
maybe she er, smacks him on the bottom, and he er, likes that.'

'Ohhh...' said Michiko making sense of it.  Then she laughed.  It was a lovely, 
saucy laugh; like a naughty school girl.

'Yes, I understand.  In Japan we have.'

I got my bag ready to go, anxious to avoid explaining any of the other words on 
the card.  But Michiko was looking at me thoughtfully. 

'Teacher, do you like dominatrix?'
  'Oh er, no, no.  I have to go now Michiko.'  
 Michiko stared at me wickedly and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
   'I think you do.'
   'I don't, honestly.  I really have to go now.'
   She let me go then, but I felt her mischievous stare burning into my back as I 
left the classroom.  Michiko was a strange one.  Nobody knew quite why she was in 
London. She wasn't like the other Japanese girls at the school, either.  For a start 
she was taller and stronger looking than average.  She didn't look muscular but her 
body was very firm and toned.  Her breasts were big too, and she would 
often wear tight, low cut tops that showed off her deep cleavage.  I'm 
sure she knew how I couldn't help staring at that, but I think that was 
her point.  Unlike most Japanese girls I'd met, who seemed to be very 
shy and deferential, Michiko liked to tease. She would often ask difficult 
or embarrassing questions to put me on the spot, and I got the feeling 
that she took great delight in seeing me squirm. The thing with the phone 
box card was embarrassing but that was just Michiko, so I didn't give it 
anymore thought. Until the next day.
  I'd never seen her looking so good.  She was wearing a black top which was 
polo neck rather than low cut, but it was so tight that I could see her breasts 
in perfect relief. She wasn't wearing a bra.  Her jeans were also tight and black, 
and they were tucked into knee length boots.  It reminded me of the dominatrix 
on the card, as I'm sure it was meant to.

  I couldn't take my eyes off her but I tried to be subtle about it and struggled 
through my lesson.  A couple of times she caught me looking at her and winked.  I know 
I blushed bright red.
When the lesson ended Michiko was the last to leave.
  'Teacher, you were looking at my...what are these?' Michiko cupped her breasts.  I 
knew she already knew the word but she was just embarrassing me by making me say it.
  'Er, breasts,' I stammered.
  'Yes, breasts.  You were looking at them.'
  'Er, no...I wasn't, honestly.'
  'Yes, you were.  I think you like me today because I look like dominatrix woman.'
How could I protest that it wasn't true, I liked her whatever she was wearing?  
Fortunately she left after that, but there was worse to come next day.
  The following morning Michiko arrived in the same outfit except that she'd traded the 
jeans for a tiny black leather mini-skirt.  This gave me the tantalising possibility of 
seeing up her skirt but I was determined not to give in and risk more embarrassment, so 
I kept my gaze strictly above desk level.  Towards the end of the lesson I could see her 
begin to frown.  She was getting impatient and for a moment I felt a surge of pride that 
I was in control, but then she did something to shatter my confidence.
  There was another Japanese girl sitting next to her, called Kanako, who was the pretty 
but prim looking wife of a Japanese businessman.  Five minutes from the end of the 
lesson I saw Michiko take that same prostitute's calling card from behind her book, 
show it to Kanako and point discretely at me.  I was shocked to see them both giggling 
at me behind their hands and I was so embarrassed that I actually finished the lesson 
a few minutes early.  I intended to leave with the rest of the class but just as I was 
about to go Kanako said she had something to tell me, so I had to stay.
  'Er yes, Kanako' I said warily. 'You wanted to tell me something?'
  'Yes I want tell you...Michiko want to speak with you!'
Then she burst into a fit of giggles and trotted daintily out of the room.
  Michiko looked at me sternly and wagged a finger at me.
  'You naughty teacher.  I wear short skirt for you and you not looking.  You very 
ungrateful teacher, so I tell Kanako about you like dominatrix.  Tomorrow you looking, 
or I tell all the Japanese students.'
  I was dumbfounded.  She'd told a shocking lie but what could I do about it?  I was 
hardly going to protest to my own supervisors or denounce Michiko in front of the class.
   The funny thing was that, as before, it turned me on to talk about such shocking 
things with her.  I was both aroused and ashamed, and as soon as I got home I had to 
masturbate over a picture of an asian woman in boots that I'd got from the internet.
I felt better once I'd come.  It's much easier to resist temptation once your sexual 
appetite has been sated.
  Unfortunately the effect was only temporary.  When I awoke the next morning I couldn't 
help touching myself again and thinking of her.  I didn't have time to make myself come 
though and so I arrived at work even more hot and bothered than usual.  Part of me was 
afraid of more embarrassment but part of me was excited by the thought that the lovely 
Michiko actually wanted me to look up her skirt.
  That second part of me got more than it bargained for.
Michiko was at the back of the class again, but this time there was another Japanese 
girl sat next to her.  On the desk I could see the prostitute's card sticking out of 
Michiko's textbook like a bookmark.
  Michiko was staring at me intently.  I knew what she'd do if I was 'ungrateful' again, 
but I didn't know how to have a look without making it obvious to the rest of the class. 
I dithered for about ten minutes wondering what to do, until suddenly I had an idea.  
While I was going round the class handing back homework, I 'accidently' dropped some in 
front of Michiko's desk.  Then when I knelt down to pick them up I took a discrete look 
underneath.
  What I saw took my breath away.  Michiko wasn't wearing any underwear.  I got up so 
quickly I banged my head on the desk and everyone laughed.
  'Silly teacher,' said Michiko cheekily.  'Silly man.'
Everyone laughed again.  I managed to regain some control but to be honest the rest of the 
lesson was a waste of time; I couldn't think straight at all.  Michiko was having great 
fun though.  A couple of times she dropped her pen so it rolled near to me and I had to 
bend down to pick it up.  My penis was so hard that I had to hold my book at waist height 
to stop the others seeing, but I know Michiko saw.
  At the end of the lesson I didn't try and escape.  If Michiko wanted to talk to me 
again, she would.  It was co-operate or have her spread vicious rumours round the whole 
class.  However, this time she didn't say anything.  Instead she just took something from 
her pocket and pressed it into my hand.
  'It' was her g-string.

I had an afternoon class that day so I didn't finish until six.  I was just getting ready 
to leave when the staff room phone rang. 
  'It's for you,' said Janine, another teacher.
I took the phone from her.
  'Hello,' I said.
  'Hello teacher.'
I recognised the voice immediately, but I didn't say her name.
  'Teacher, do you have my panties?' she asked softly.
  'Y-yes.'
  'Do you like them, teacher?' 
There was no point in denying it.
'Y-yes.'
Good.  Now go to toilet and put my panties on.  I will meet you outside the school at 
exactly five thirty.'
  With that the phone went dead.  I stood there, like an idiot again, thinking.  I didn't 
know what she was up to but it frightened me.  I put my hand in my pocket and felt the 
thin lacy material of her knickers.  And the hardness of my cock.  I was scared of what 
new embarrassment she had in store but I was also turned on.  An image of her in that 
tight leather skirt, and what lay inside, filled my mind. Desire began to take over what 
was left of my free will.  Perhaps this teasing was just her way of seducing me.  Perhaps 
I would actually get to make love to the beautiful Michiko!
  With my heart pounding in my chest I ran to the toilets.  As soon as the cubicle door 
was shut I pulled off my trousers and pants and put on her knickers.  They were really 
tight and my hard-on was poking out the top of that tiny triangle of lace.  I knew they 
must look ridiculous on me but it was nearly five thirty, so I put on my trousers and 
hurried out to meet her.

She didn't ask me if I was wearing them.   Instead she waited until we were on the bus 
and then she hooked her fingers inside the waist band of my trousers and felt for the 
thin elastic cord.  I thrilled to the touch of her fingernails against my skin. 
  'Where are we going,' I asked.
  'My place darling.' 
 That was all she'd say, but I was happy with 'darling'.  It seemed like my dreams were 
coming true; Michiko wanted to be my girlfriend!  She even let me put my arm round her 
and when we got off the bus she was holding my hand.
  Michiko's flat was on the tenth floor of an expensive apartment block. This is it, I 
thought as we went inside; a cup of coffee and some romantic music and we'll soon be 
kissing on the sofa.  However, there were a few surprises in store.
  The first was that the sofa was already occupied.
  'Kanako want to play with you too,' explained Michiko.  'Now, pull down your trousers.'
I trembled at the thought of being humiliated in front of another student, but I had gone 
too far to go back now.  It was obvious that if I wanted to have any fun with Michiko I 
would have to play by her rules, so I fumbled with my belt and slid my trousers down.
  Both girls burst out laughing.  I did look ridiculous in Michiko's underwear.
  'You big sissy!' cried Michiko.  'Take off your man-clothes sissy boy.'
Then she smacked me on the bottom to make me hurry up.  I took off the rest of my clothes 
but I must have looked hurt because suddenly Michiko changed her tone.
  'Ahhh, don't be sad sissy boy.  I like sissy boys.  Sissy boys make me very wet.'
With that she gave my erection a quick stroke through the lacy material of the g- string.  
Her long nails tickled the soft skin of my penis and once again I was filled with 
conflicting emotions; fear and desire, shame and arousal.
  'Mmmm, yes,' purred Michiko.  'Pretty sissy boy.  Quickly Kanako, get some more nice 
girly clothes for our sissy boy.  Then maybe I get wet enough to fuck him.'
  Kanako went out of the living room and came back a moment later with a neatly folded 
pile of silky black and white clothing.  It was a French maid's outfit.
  'Put them on,' said Michiko sternly. 'Now.'
I did as I was told.  I struggled with the fishnet stockings and the bra but five minutes 
later I was standing in the living room wearing a saucy little French maid's outfit; 
complete with hat and lacy white apron.
  'Perfect,' said Michiko. 'Now go into the bedroom and look at yourself in the mirror.'
Once more I did as I was told.  There was a fitted wardrobe with mirrored doors and what 
I saw in them was a truly shameful sight; a full-grown man with bulging biceps and hairy 
arms, dressed as a maid in stockings and pinny.  I almost wanted to cry.
  However there was one consolation.  When Michiko and Kanako joined me in the bedroom 
they too had changed.  Michiko was wearing a pair of shiny black thigh boots, matching 
g-string and bra while Kanako was dressed in a white version of the same thing. They both 
looked stunning.
  'You see,' said Michiko. 'You're a very lucky sissy boy.  Your Mistress is wearing 
something very nice for you.  I think you should show her how grateful you are.'
  Her voice was soft and husky but there was a hint of menace in it.  For a moment I 
was unsure what to do to make her happy, but then suddenly the answer came to me in 
a flash.  Something that suddenly felt like the most natural thing in the world.  
I got down on my hands and knees, crawled to Michiko's stiletto heeled  boots and started 
licking.
  'Yes darling sissy boy, that is correct.  That is very grateful.'
She let me go on doing it for a few minutes and then I heard her sigh passionately.

'Oh yes, that makes me very wet.  Now I think I want to fuck you.  Do you want me to 
fuck you sissy boy?'

'Oh yes Mistress!' I gasped, looking up at her beautiful body and trembling with anticipation.
'Please.'

'Very well then.  Take off your panties and get on the bed.'

I've never moved so fast in my life.  At last all the humiliation was going to be worth it.
But once more my Mistress had some surprises for me.  The first was that I was to be tied up.
While Michiko looked for something in the wardrobe, Kanako handcuffed my wrists to the 
bedstead behind me.  This didn't bother me too much, as I was already completely in my 
Mistress's power, but when Kanako moved I saw something that made me gasp with fear.  
Michiko had removed her panties and in their place she'd strapped on a sleek black 
plastic dildo, which she was lovingly lubricating with large amounts of gel.
  'Don't worry darling,' she said casually, 'I only use a little one for your first time.'
She gripped my legs firmly and pushed them up to my chest.  I struggled for a moment but 
when she grabbed my balls with her long, strong fingers I immediately froze.
  'Keep still sissy boy,' she said sternly, leaving me in no doubt about the consequences 
of resistance.  Then she smiled and gave my penis, which was still hard, a long, soft caress.
  'Just relax darling.  Just relax and imagine how much your Mistress enjoy you like this.'
  At that moment I felt the tip of the dildo slip inside me and I saw Michiko begin to 
move slowly.   It hurt but she was as gentle as she could be and with each thrust it 
became a little bit easier.
  As Michiko got into it she began to moan with pleasure.  She removed her bra and I was 
treated to the full glory of her big round breasts.  With each new thrust she became more 
excited and more beautiful.  Our eyes met and I realised that in spite (or was it because?) 
of everything else I loved her and wanted to see her like this, whatever it took.
  So rapt was I that I hadn't noticed what Kanako was doing.  Only the whir of electronics 
gave it away.  Kanako was videoing everything!  I dared not say anything but my Mistress 
must have noticed my distress because she took my cock in her hand and whispered softly 
to me.
  'Don't worry my darling sissy boy.  This video is just for us.  As long as you are good 

boy and do what your Mistress tell you, nobody else ever see this video.'
  Then she began to pull on my cock in time with her own thrusts until I came.  It was 
bizarre but it was the best orgasm I'd ever had.  A few minutes later my Mistress came 
too and finally withdrew from me.
  'Mmm, I like that very much.  Now you are mine, sissy boy.  You go home, you get your 
things and you move in here.  In the day time you are teacher and you wear your man 
clothes, and in the night you are my darling sissy maid and you wear these clothes.  You 
do what I tell you like good sissy maid and nobody ever see that video.  Sometimes I leave 
you with Mistress Kanako; she is novice and she need to practice.  But always you belong 
to me...'
  'Novice?' I whispered, disbelievingly.  'You mean...'
  'Yes silly sissy.  She is just learning, but I have been a dominatrix for a long time.  
In Japan I learned.  That is how you could not fool me.  When I showed you that card and 
I saw in your eyes, I knew you were the one for me.'