A woman in her 30s loved roleplaying her character, who was a very sexy teacher named Ms. Summers. Her partner was a woman in her 20s named Serena, who loved roleplaying as her loyal student. They both lived together in an apartment, where they owned a couple desks and a small chalkboard they could use to make a vaguely classroom setting for their fantasies.

Ms. Summers was sitting at her desk that she set up near one wall of the apartment room, pretending to grade a student’s assignment. While the teacher’s gaze was focusing on top of her own desk, Serena slowly approached Ms. Summers’ desk holding onto an apple in her hand. She reached her hand out and lightly plopped the apple down on the desk near the assignment that Ms. Summers was grading.

“I brought you the plumpest, juiciest apple I could find.” Serena happily beamed towards her teacher, even though Ms. Summers’ attention was still hyper-focused on grading the paper. “I’ve been thinking about how much you’ll be enjoying this tasty fruit all morning.”

Serena turned away from the teacher’s desk so she could sit down in her own desk, but was distracted by Ms. Summers tapping her shoulder a few times. Serena quickly spun around to look at her teacher’s smirking face, and noticed that she was casually tossing the apple up in the air, and catching it in her hand over and over again.

“Now, you didn’t think you could just give me this apple and walk away without me hypnotizing you, right?” Ms. Summers cheekily asked her pupil.

Serena blushed bright red. “N-no, Ms. Summers.”

Ms. Summers opened up a drawer on her desk, and pulled out a small but thick piece of string. She tied one end of the string around the stem of the apple, and then lifted up the other end until she was holding her makeshift apple pendant in front of Serena’s face.

Ms. Summers started subtly moving her hand back and forth to make her apple pendant lightly swing left and right, and grew a delighted smile on her face as she watched her student’s eyes obediently following the hypnotic movement of her pendant. Ms. Summers increased the speed of her arc, making her apple swing faster while Serena plunged deeply into a sleepy trance for her teacher.

Serena let out a happy, mindless squeak when Ms. Summers stopped swinging her apple, in favor of twirling the apple around in little hypnotic circles. The teacher stroked her finger around the apple to spin it faster and faster, twisting and swirling her student’s mind around her finger. “I am your deepest desire… I am the apple of your eye…” Ms. Summers seductively cooed to her student.

Serena happily sighed as she stared further into the hypnotic apple spinning and swinging in front of her face. “The apple of my eye…” She mindlessly repeated, now so deeply hypnotized that Ms. Summers could see the bright red apple reflected within the pupils of her student’s eyes. Once she looked sufficiently stupefied enough, Ms. Summers stopped spinning the string that was holding up the apple, and plopped the apple right into the palm of her own hand.

Ms. Summers leaned her face in closer to her side of the apple to take a large bite out of it. She slowly chewed and savored her bite before swallowing it. She then commanded her student to take a bite out of the other side of the apple. Serena also moaned out savoring the taste of the juicy apple.

Both Ms. Summers and Serena were alternately taking luscious bites out of the apple. Their lips were pressing very close to each other once the apple started getting reduced to its core. Ms. Summers tossed the apple core into a wastebasket near her desk, and then pulled Serena closer to her so she could plant a long, passionate kiss against her lips.

Soon, the two started french-kissing each other, both moaning in lust as they started tasting each other. Ms. Summers was lovingly stroking her hand up and down the side of Serena’s face as they both deepened their kiss. When they pulled away from each other, Serena was longingly looking into Ms. Summers’ bright red luscious lips and happily sighed.

Ms. Summers was affectionately twirling her finger through a single lock of Serena’s black hair, and then took back her hand so she could point a finger past where her student was standing. “Now, why don’t you go and take your seat? Class is about to begin.” Ms. Summers seductively whispered to Serena.

“Of course, Mistress Summers.” Serena sat down at her desk that Ms. Summers had set up right in front of her own desk. Serena obediently folded her own hands over the top of her desk to show Ms. Summers how much of a loyal teacher’s pet she could be. “I love nothing more than obeying whatever you say, Mistress Summers.”

Ms. Summers immediately grabbed a ruler off of her desk and slowly walked over to where her student was sitting. Serena was laying her head a little over her desk. Ms. Summers leaned herself down over Serena’s desk, to firmly yet gently prop one end of her ruler underneath Serena’s chin. Ms. Summers slowly lifted up Serena’s face with her ruler, until she made absolutely sure that her student’s adoring face was looking upon her own with rapt attention.

“That is Ms. Summers to you.” The teacher playfully scolded her student in a mock-stern tone of voice. She began gently stroking underneath Serena’s chin by rubbing her ruler back and forth in an affectionate way.

“Awww, c’mon. Why can’t I call you mistress?” Serena jokingly whined, while sticking out her tongue to hiss out in pleasure from feeling her teacher rub her chin with the ruler. “They both have a ‘ms’ in them.”

“Perhaps you can refer to me as mistress in the bedsheets.” Ms. Summers teased. “But when you are in my classroom, even when you are helplessly under my spell, we must keep things strictly professional between the two of us.” The teacher sensually breathed over her student’s face.

“Does kissing fall under your definition of ‘strictly professional?’” Serena teased back.

“Of course.” Ms. Summers leaned her head in even closer to plant a short yet sweet kiss upon Serena’s lips. Serena felt her heart race really fast as she practically swooned over her desk from the teacher’s kiss. After sweetly petting her student’s head a few times, Ms. Summers turned away so she could return to her own desk.

“I am ready for my first lesson of the day, Ms. Summers.” Serena obediently recited in a monotone voice, with a radiant smile growing on her face.

“My, my. My student sounds so eager to please me.” Ms. Summers seductively praised her student, making Serena develop a large blush over her cheeks as she felt her heart gushing out of her chest at the same time. The teacher sat down on her chair and removed her high heels, stretching out her long pantyhose-covered legs until she propped up her feet on top of her own desk.

“Your first lesson… the art of foot worship.” Ms. Summers proudly proclaimed the lesson’s theme, while wiggling her toes in a very hypnotic pattern to keep her entranced student further bound to her will. Serena shivered in lust while a small trail of drool escaped her lips. One of the lights on the ceiling was shining brightly against Ms. Summers’ toenails, making her toes shimmer and sparkle in Serena’s heavily hypnotized eyes.

“I think it’s time for you to press your sweet lips against my beautiful feet, and keep kissing my toes as if your life depended on it.” Ms. Summers purred to her student.

“I would love nothing more than kissing your feet, mistr- I mean, Ms. Summers.” Serena blushed over her little slip-up. Serena used her arms to push herself up over her desk so she could lean her face in closer to her teacher’s feet. She brushed her lips against the soles of Ms. Summers’ stocking-covered feet, covering every single inch with her kisses over and over again.

Ms. Summers was moaning and cooing in lust from feeling her student’s lips smacking against her toes. The teacher gripped her fingers around the waistband of her pantyhose, and started slowly peeling them down her legs. Meanwhile, Serena was planting a long succession of kisses up and down both of Ms. Summers’ long legs, rubbing her cheek over the silky fabric of her pantyhose and savoring how it felt.

Ms. Summers was struggling to fully peel off her pantyhose with her student’s face in the way. “Honey… I need you to stop kissing my legs for a few brief moments.” She seductively breathed out. “I can’t tear off my pantyhose with your lips in my way.” She mischievously giggled.

“B-but I don’t want to stop kissing your feet or your legs.” Serena pouted.

“But how else would you be able to kiss my bare skin?” Ms. Summers chuckled.

Serena thought about her teacher’s rhetorical question for a brief moment. “Hmm… good point.” Serena hesitantly removed her lips from Ms. Summers’ leg so that her teacher could continue peeling off her pantyhose. Once Ms. Summers pulled off her pantyhose and tossed it to the side, Serena eagerly returned her lips to her legs so she could continue profusely smooching them.

Serena moved her face down so she could start kissing the soles and toes of Ms. Summers’ feet again. Ms. Summers firmly pressed one of her big toes against Serena’s lips and lightly pushed her face back with her foot. “Hold on a minute there, my little toe kisser. Why don’t you start giving my toes some loving licks instead?”

“Wouldn’t licking your feet be kind of stretching your definition of ‘strictly professional’ a bit thin?” Serena teased with a giggle.

“Perhaps.” Ms. Summers teased back with a sly smile on her face. “But if you don’t lick my feet, I’ll have no choice but to send you to detention.” The teacher mischievously chuckled.

Serena thought over the teacher’s ’threat.’ “Well, if you’re the one running it, then detention can’t be all that bad.” Serena smirked.

“Be that as it may…” Ms. Summers started, pushing both her feet forward until she forcibly stuck both of her big toes into her student’s waiting mouth so she could repeatedly suck on them. “I still demand my loyal student to worship my feet.”

“Yes Mistress!” Serena excitedly shouted, before blushing over her mistake. “Er, I mean Yes Ma’am!” She quickly corrected herself, leaving several apologetic licks over Ms. Summers’ toes using her tongue.

Ms. Summers’ turned her attention over to a clock on the wall, and quickly realized that it was almost too late to begin Serena’s second lesson of the day. She had to immediately pull her toes out of Serena’s mouth with a wet pop, and grab a handkerchief out of her desk drawer to wipe her student’s saliva off of her feet.

“I can’t believe I nearly forgot about your second lesson!” Ms. Summers exclaimed in disbelief after she finished cleaning her own feet. She had to awkwardly rush herself so she could fit her pantyhose back on. She hopped off of her chair so she could approach the chalkboard at the front of the class, and grabbed a piece of chalk that she tapped on the board.

“I shall test your knowledge of animals for our main lesson of the day.” Ms. Summers admitted to her student, while she drew a stick figure-like representation of a cat in the center of the chalkboard. After she finished drawing the cat, Ms. Summers tapped the middle of the cat drawing’s body with her chalk, and then suddenly began drawing a chalk spiral around and around the cat. The spiral got bigger and bigger the more the teacher dragged the chalk around the cat, until the center of the chalk spiral had completely dwarfed her drawing.

Ms. Summers set her chalk down and turned her attention back over to her student. She raised a hand up to her own mouth to stifle a laugh, when she noticed how entranced Serena’s face appeared to be from having watched the chalk spiral get drawn over the chalkboard. Ms. Summers slowly strutted her way back to her student’s desk.

The teacher held out a hand so she could lovingly stroke underneath Serena’s chin. “Let’s make your lesson a little more immersive. I’d love for you to show me how a cat behaves.”

When Ms. Summers stopped rubbing Serena’s chin, Serena crawled off of her chair with a very dazed look on her face. She attempted to tell her teacher ‘yes Ms. Summers,’ but the only noise that came out of her mouth was a cute little mewl. Serena crawled around on the floor on all fours like a cat, slinking her body around in a figure-eight pattern through Ms. Summers’ long legs, while meowing every time she slipped through her legs.

Ms. Summers reached down to stroke Serena’s body with her hand as if she were petting a cat. Serena was purring as she felt her teacher stroke her fingers through her hair. “Good girl… good girl…” Ms. Summers was cooing to her obedient student. “How about you show me how a cat plays with a ball of yarn?”

Serena immediately rolled over onto her back, pretending to toss an invisible ball of yarn in her hands. She was mewling while happily imagining the yarn ball getting thrown up and down in the air. Ms. Summers kneeled down on the floor near Serena so she could stroke her hand alongside the side of Serena’s face. Serena shifted her head towards her teacher’s hand so she could cuddle it while purring.

When Ms. Summers was finished petting her student’s head, she got back up on her feet and walked back over to the chalkboard. She found an eraser and rubbed out her drawing of the cat until the board was blank again. She grabbed her piece of chalk and tapped one of its ends against the board, and began sketching out a somewhat crude-looking drawing of a parrot. She started drawing a spiral around and around the parrot, until the spiral had completely taken over the entire chalkboard and dwarfed the parrot.

Ms. Summers set her chalk back down on the tray in front of the board, and stepped back over to Serena’s desk. “Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve never been an excellent artist.” Ms. Summers poked a little fun at herself over her off-model parrot drawing.

“I think your drawing looks great, Ms. Summers.” Serena happily beamed after returning to her desk.

“Why, thank you.” Ms. Summers blushed from her student’s praise. “Now that I have gotten your fully entranced attention with my spiral, would you mind answering with the one thing parrots are best known for doing?”

“Parrots are known for repeating everything their owners say, Ms. Summers.” Serena dutifully answered, with her hands perfectly folded over her desk to show her teacher how absolutely obedient she was.

“That is absolutely right, my star pupil.” Ms. Summers praised her blushing student. “For the next part of your lesson, you will repeat everything I say to you, just like a parrot. Understood?”

“Of course, Ms. Summers.” Serena smiled brightly. “I already love repeating and obeying whatever you say, Ms. Summers.”

“Excellent. Let us begin.” Ms. Summers cleared her throat. “I love obeying whatever Ms. Summers says. Repeat.”

“I love obeying whatever Ms. Summers says.” Serena mindlessly repeated.

“I love being under Ms. Summers’ control. Repeat.”

“I love being under Ms. Summers’ control.”

“I shall always remain a loyal pet for Ms. Summers. Repeat.”

“I shall always remain a loyal pet for Ms. Summers.”

“Fantastic. You’re obeying me so perfectly.” Ms. Summers lightly scratched under Serena’s chin with her finger in an affectionate way that made her student’s heart start beating a lot. The teacher turned back to her chalkboard to erase her parrot drawing, in favor of drawing a dog in its place. She kept her student entranced by drawing another chalk spiral around the dog.

Ms. Summers put her chalk back on the tray, and then sat down over her chair to remove her pantyhose again. She got up from her chair holding onto her hose in one hand, as she slowly and seductively approached her student. “I think it’s about time for my obedient little puppy to perform some tricks for me.”

Serena leaped out of her chair and got down onto her hands and knees like a dog, happily barking and panting like the literal teacher’s pet she saw herself as. Serena was wildly running around on all fours around Ms. Summers’ long legs like an excitable puppy, sometimes stopping to worshipfully lick up and down her legs.

Ms. Summers’ made a throwing motion with her pantyhose towards the floor right in front of her student, as if she were wielding a whip. “Sit.” She seductively hissed out.

Serena instantly plopped down onto the ground on her haunches, while happily panting with her tongue out as she did so. She tried to tell her teacher ‘yes Ms. Summers’ again, though she could only verbalize this through a single bark.

Ms. Summers held out her pantyhose above Serena’s head just out of reach, and started quickly spinning her hose in little circles. “Spin!”

Serena suddenly spun around in circles on all fours, desperately trying to grasp onto Ms. Summers’ pantyhose with her mouth. When Ms. Summers stopped twirling her pantyhose in the air, Serena suddenly stopped racing in circles with a very dizzy look on her face. Ms. Summers bunched her pantyhose into a ball that she rolled up in her hand, and then tossed it clear across to the other side of the room. “Fetch!”

Serena quickly ran after her teacher’s pantyhose on all fours, panting and barking just like a dog. When she reached the spot the pantyhose had been tossed to, Serena leaned her face down so she could pick up the pantyhose with her mouth. She just as quickly ran back over to her teacher, and dropped the pantyhose ball at Ms. Summers’ feet.

Ms. Summers leaned down to pet Serena over her hair. “Good girl… such a good girl…” Ms. Summers cooed to her pet, while using her free hand to pick up her pantyhose. Serena was obediently licking her teacher’s feet with her tongue. “I hope you don’t mind fetching after my pantyhose a second time.” Ms. Summers smirked as she tossed her hose to the other side of the room again.

Serena ran back and forth across the apartment retrieving Ms. Summers’ pantyhose every time she tossed it. When Ms. Summers grew bored of making her student fetch her pantyhose for her, she decided to twirl her pantyhose around in a rolling motion. “Roll over, dear.”

Serena immediately rolled over onto her back while happily panting. Ms. Summers reached down to rub one of her hands across Serena’s belly in an affectionate way, while wadding her aromatic pantyhose in her other hand and shoving it over her student’s nose. Serena’s panting soon gave way to a very aroused-sounding huffing as the scent of Ms. Summers’ pantyhose filled her nose and swarmed her mind.

Ms. Summers stopped rubbing her student’s belly when she detected that Serena was getting very wet. “Oh honey… I can tell you’re getting very aroused by me. To tell you the truth, I’m getting quite turned on myself just watching you get so horny. I shall have to end your lessons early today so I can take care of you.” Ms. Summers suddenly snapped her fingers. “Class is dismissed.”

Serena suddenly sprang up to her feet with a completely dazed look on her face, as she scooped up her teacher in her arms and quickly ran towards their bedroom carrying her bridal-style the entire way. “Yes, Mistress Summers.”

Serena set Ms. Summers down on their bed. After they both stripped off all of their clothes, Serena was about to dive onto the mattress face-first into her teacher’s pussy, until she remembered to grab a Do Not Disturb sign and hang it on the knob of the apartment room’s door. She ran back into the bedroom and dove right into the arms of her loving mistress, licking and kissing every single inch of her sexy body.

If anyone walking past their apartment door had good enough hearing, they could hear the sounds of wet smacking, and an obediently aroused voice exclaiming “yes, Mistress Summers” over and over again.