Mistress Lola’s High School Adventures
By Lola Powers, woteverlolawants@gmail.com
...A story of Mistress Lola when she was in high school


Mistress Lola recently got an email from S.F. asking whether or not she was
still writing. The truth is, Mistress Lola has NEVER stopped writing. It's
just that most of her writing has been for her private love slaves who (of
course) pay for the privilege of hearing from Mistress Lola.

However, one of Mistress Lola's favorite love slaves (He knows who he is.)
asked his strong and powerful mistress for a story from when she was in high
school. Somehow he knew that when Mistress Lola was in high school she wore a
sexy schoolgirl outfit to school... I wonder how...

Anyway, since Mistress Lola is a generous mistress (and because she got well
paid) she decided to grant her slave his request. Mistress Lola also decided
to share this with Amy's readers because she wanted her potential slaves to
know what they were missing.

So...here is a story from Mistress Lola's high school days when she was simply
know as "Miss" Lola. If any of you weakling males like what you read and would
like to inquire about becoming one of Mistress Lola's love slaves, email
Mistress Lola as woteverlolawqants@gmail.com

Don't keep Mistress Lola waiting. She hates to be kept waiting....

And now... the story:

Poor Mr. Ian is the newest teacher at Trudeau High School. He's just out of
college and twenty-two years old. He's barely older than the seniors going to
Trudeau. Worst of all, no one has told him yet who really runs Trudeau High
School. It's not the teachers. It's not the principal. It's not the even
superintendent of schools.

Trudeau High School is under the rule - under the thumb - of one of its
students. It's not the star of the football team or the leader of a criminal
drug gang. No . . . . Trudeau High School is ruled by an eighteen year old
senior by the name of Lola Powers.

As you might suspect, Lola Powers is not your typical eighteen year old girl.
For one thing she's 6'2" and she looks even taller because she loves to wear
her 6" candy apple red pumps to school.

Miss Lola, as she prefers to be called (and you'd better call her that if you
want to stay healthy), has the most beautiful face anyone has ever seen with
her high delicate cheekbones, her hypnotic, cat-like emerald green eyes, her
perfect nose and her full, pouting lips. Furthermore her face is flawlessly
framed by her long, naturally curly reddish, blonde hair.

Even though Miss Lola's face is indescribably beautiful, that is usually the
SECOND thing people notice about her. That is because they are so distracted
by her impossibly powerful and sexy looking body. Her gigantic, magnificent
breasts are probably her most noticeable feature. She stopped wearing a bra
when she was sixteen because she realized she didn't need one since her
breasts didn't sag at all with or without one. When she stopped she was
wearing a K-cup, but it was already starting to get too tight. Her huge tits
have grown some since then, so it's no telling what size cup she would wear
today.

Once people get over looking at Miss Lola's spectacular tits - which isn't
easy - they most likely notice either her long, toned, shapely legs or her
amazing, round perfect ass. As Miss Lola likes to say, "It doesn't matter if
you're a boob man, an ass man or a leg man, because I've got the best of all
three." That's why most men instantly fall in love with Miss Lola as soon as
they lay eyes on her.

Once someone gets over admiring Miss Lola's stupendous, feminine body, they
get around to noticing her huge muscles. When she flexes her arms her biceps
and forearms easily grow to sizes that would make any male bodybuilder in the
world so jealous that he would consider either killing himself, giving up
bodybuilding or (most likely) both.

When she wants to show off her calves and thighs, it's exactly the same. Her
ripped abs turn hard men into jello, and even watching her flex the muscles in
her back have caused men to instantly cream their pants.

And as strong as Miss Lola looks, she at least ten times stronger. Even at age
eighteen she was warming up with one handed five hundred pound curls. It was
her inhuman strength that guaranteed that she was one hundred percent in
charge of Trudeau High School even though she could have ruled all the men at
least with just her seductive charms alone.

But Miss Lola likes to use her awesome strength to be in charge of things. She
took charge of her own home when she was just twelve years old. It began when
she beat up her seventeen year old brother. He was muscle bound, 6'1" and
weighed 265 pounds. He was the captain of both the Hockey and wrestling teams
and a black belt in karate.

At the time, Lola was 5'8". After beating the shit out of her brother, he went
crying to their father who was 6'5" and 270 pounds. He was a former Olympic
weightlifter and expert in seven forms of martial arts. When he went to scold
his daughter for beating up her old brother, she decided to show her father
who was boss.

Two minutes later he was on his knees crying and begging his twelve year old
daughter for his life. And in case you think that Lola defeated her father
using her own martial arts expertise, think again. She didn't have to. Her
father, whose punches could break bricks, found that his hardest punches had
no effect on his super powerful little girl. His speed and strength also
didn't help him because Lola was vastly stronger and infinitely faster.

In an effort to regain control, Lola's father and brother tried ganging up on
Lola. Again, she defeated them as if they were little children. In a desperate
attempt to win back his house, Lola's father got his 6'7", 298 pound younger
brother to help him and his son against Lola. His brother was a champion mixed
martial arts fighter. Once again, Lola beat all three of them with no problem
inside of four minutes. To make sure they got the message this time, she put
all three of them in the hospital.

When Lola went to visit her brother, father and uncle in the hospital, all
three men were so terrified of her that they broke down weeping and begged her
not to hurt them anymore. She promised that she wouldn't as long as from that
day forward they would devote their lives to dong whatever she told them to do
and making her happy. She also warned them that if they ever tried to gang up
on her again that she would make sure that they regretted it even more than
they did now.

None of them were foolish enough to ever challenge her authority again.

After taking over her own household, Lola began taking over all the boys in
her neighborhood. This was easy for her of course because she could easily
kick the ass of any of them by themselves or all of them put together. Once
when she was thirteen she became angry at a group of eleven boys ranging in
ages from twelve to sixteen.

She chased them until they all climbed a big tree in an effort to get away
from her. This was a huge tree that had a trunk almost three feet in diameter.
This didn't bother Lola at all. Instead of climbing the tree, she stood below
it and shook the huge trunk until all of the boys fell out. If she had to, she
would have uprooted that tree with her bare hands.

By the time she was sixteen, Lola could have any boy she wanted simply by
virtue of her beautiful face and incredibly sexy body. Even still, she
preferred to intimidate them with her massively superior superhuman strength.
She enjoyed doing things like making the entire hockey team line up in the
main hall of the school and take turns kneeling before her and kissing her
candy apple red high heel shoes. By the time she was seventeen, she made all
the male teachers in the school line up along with the hockey, lacrosse and
soccer teams and do the same thing. When she was eighteen, she added the
cheerleaders and the women teachers as well.

No one ever complained because they were afraid of Miss Lola and because they
all felt it was an honor to get to kiss her sexy feet.

And yet, somehow, no one ever told poor Mr. Ian the way it was.

Poor Mr. Ian didn't know that Miss Lola got straight A's in all her classes
even though she never bothered to do any of the assignments or take any of the
tests. He didn't know that Miss Lola was never counted tardy or absent even
when she came to class late or not at all. Poor Mr. Ian didn't know that Miss
Lola did ANYTHING she wanted ANY TIME she wanted to do it.

For the first week after Mr. Ian took over Miss Lola's math class from her old
teacher, Miss Lola decided to let Mr. Ian think he was in control. It amused
her to do this. Mr. Ian had been hired as a mid-year replacement for a teacher
that Miss Lola had driven to a nervous breakdown. She didn't drive the old
teacher mad with fear. Instead she drove him mad with lust.

It pleased her to mess with Mr. Ian in the same way. She sat right in the
front row of class wearing her version of a sexy schoolgirl outfit. She did
this even though Trudeau high School did not require school uniforms.

Her version of a sexy schoolgirl outfit consisted of a short, short red plaid
skirt that showed all of her sexy long legs and about half of her round firm
ass. Her ass cheeks were almost on full display because of the thong panties
she wore underneath her barely there skirt. On top she wore a white cotton
button down shirt on which none of the buttons were fashioned. The top buttons
were left undone to reveal the cavernous cleavage that resulted from Miss
Lola's mountainous breasts.

Just below the breasts, the shirt was tied off in a not so that Miss Lola's
tight, ripped abs could be admired. Around her neck she wore a short necktie
that only brought even more attention to her savage cleavage. Over her white
shirt she wore a tiny grey sweater that barely fit over her massively muscles
arms and could never have come close the stretching enough to cover her
enormous tits.

On her long, muscular legs she wore thigh-high white stocking that were so
shear and stretched so tight that they were almost translucent. At the tops of
the thigh-high stockings were two frilly red and black bows. Her long, flowing
hair was tied into pigtails with two large frilly red and black bows that
matched the ones on her thigh-high stockings. On her feet she wore six inch
candy apple red high heels.

When Miss Lola walked into Mr. Ian's match class dressed this way Mr. Ian took
one look at her and said, "Um, Miss..."

"Lola," Miss Lola informed the new teacher. Her voice was cool, confident and
seductive.

"Uh, yes, Miss Lola, do you think that that attire is suitable for school?" he
asked. His throat was so dry that he could hardly choke the words out.

Miss Lola looked down on Mr. Ian. At 6'2" and with 6" heels, she was taller
than him. She took a deeeeeeep breath which caused her gigantic tits to rise
and expand and then seductively fall. "Well, Mr. Ian, I just passed the
principal in the hall and the way he looked at me with his tongue hanging out,
I'm pretty sure that the thought my outfit was simply fabulous." Then she did
a little spin. "Do YOU like it, Mr. Ian?"

Mr. Ian could feel his dick starting to get hard. "Um, well...yes, I suppose
if the principal doesn't mind, I don't mind either."

Miss Lola looked right at the huge pup tent in his pants and said, "Yes, Mr.
Ian, I can see that YOU like my outfit very much!"

Mr. Ian flushed red. Luckily the bell rang so he said, "Everyone, please take
your seats so that we can start class now."

Miss Lola took a seat in the front row and pretended to pay attention to the
lesson that Mr. Ian was teaching. Instead of really paying attention, she
tried hard to distract him with her sexy body. She hardly had to try at all.
For example, when he would look over in her direction, she would cross and
re-cross her long, sexy legs always making sure to give Mr. Ian a glimpse of
her sexy pink lace panties beneath her skirt.

At other times she would simply inhale and exhale deeply which caused her
massive tits to heave. She would also make sure to lick her lips seductively
whenever she knew he was looking at her while trying NOT to look at her.
Finally, at one point she pretended to drop her pencil just so she could get
out of her seat and bend over and reveal her perfect, round, tight ass to Mr.
Ian.

As a result, Mr. Ian almost came in his pants several times in class. He found
it impossible to resist having a huge boner the entire time he was in Miss
Lola's presence. It was obvious to the other students who'd seen Miss Lola
torment other teachers like this in the past. As a result, they giggled
quietly to themselves during the entire class period.

Mr. Ian couldn't even demand that the other students stop giggling for fear
that one of them would volunteer the reason for their giggling. He knew that
he couldn't really deny that he was lusting after Miss Lola because it was so
obvious. The worst part was, the more he tried to look away, the more he found
it impossible to not look at her.

Poor Mr. Ian had been totally humiliated by his sexy student, and everyone
knew it!

When class was over, all the other students got up and filed out of the room.
Miss Lola lingered behind. When she was alone with Mr. Ian, Miss Lola walked
over to him. She stuck out the index finger of her right hand and placed it
under Mr. Ian's chin.

"Now see here!" Mr. Ian began to protest.

"Oh hush, little man," Miss Lola demanded. Poor helpless Mr. Ian took one look
into her seductive green eyes and knew that he would do anything she told him
to do. It was all he could do to not throw himself on his knees before her and
beg her to let him worship her.

With one finger under his chin, Miss Lola lifted Mr. Ian off the ground and
said, "You know something, Mr. Ian? You're kind of cute!" Then she put him
back down and scampered out of the room. Mr. Ian watched her bouncing ass
until she was out of sight.

He then called the office on his intercom. He told the secretary, "Uh, Mrs.
Billings, I'm off this period. I don't live far from here. Would it be alright
if I ran home to change my pants? I had...." He didn't know how to finish that
sentence.

The secretary who had been at that school for many years and who had seen just
about everything in her time said, "Let me guess, you just had Miss Lola in
class, and you had a little accident in your pants."

Mr. Ian looked down at the growing wet spot in the front of his trousers. "Uh,
yeah," he admitted.

"Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Ian, it happens all the time. Go ahead home, but
take my advice, from now on keep and extra pair of trousers in you classroom
storage closet."

"Yes, Mrs. Billings; thank you Mrs. Billings."

That's how things went for Mr. Ian for the next several days. Miss Lola kept
coming to school in different variations of sexy schoolgirl outfits and
thinking up ways to make Mr. Ian feel uncomfortable. One day she just stared
at him intently the entire class with a look that said, "I want to fuck you so
hard that you won't be able to walk straight for a week!"

Her intense come-hither stare combined with Miss Lola enchanting eyes and some
enticing lip licking thrown in for good measure had Mr. Ian so dripping with
sweat by the end of class that he had to go home again to change his shirt AND
pants. After that, he kept an entire spare outfit in his storage closet.

On Tuesday of the following week, however, Miss Lola was not in a very good
mood. Her father had forgotten to buy her favorite breakfast cereal and her
dumbass brother hadn't finished her laundry in time so she didn't have a clean
pair of thigh-high stocking to wear. She was forced to beat the shit out of
both of them for their failure to server her adequately.

Miss Lola was still in a bad mood when she got to school. She drove her pink
Cadillac to school only to find that some idiot had parked in her parking
spot. That particular spot had been hers since she began driving to school
when she was fourteen. Every year she went to one of the local car dealerships
and picked out a new model. Of course, she never paid one cent for any of her
cars. When you combine world class beauty and sexuality with superhuman
strength, you rarely have to pay for anything.

When she saw that some moron had parked in her spot, she did the only thing
she could. She got out of her car, lifted the four door sedan that was parked
in her spot and threw it down hard and upside down in the grass next to the
parking lot. Then she got back into her own car and parked it in her favorite
spot.

She was still angry when she reached the door of the school. As a result, she
ripped the metal door of the front entrance to the school off its hinges. Her
mood hadn't improved much by the time she got to Mr. Ian's class. She was
still wearing her own version of a sexy schoolgirl outfit, but she had to
settle for lacy ankle socks in place of her thigh-high white stockings.

She was also sucking on a big red tootsie pop when she got to class. When Mr.
Ian saw that she was eating candy he said, "Miss Lola, do I need to remind you
that it is against my classroom rules for you to eat candy in my class?"

Miss Lola walked over to Mr. Ian and stood so close to him that her huge tits
brushed pressed against him. She took the tootsie pop out of her mouth and
licked it seductively in front of him. "Listen, little man," she said, "I'm
not in a good mood today so if you know what's good for you, you won't give me
a hard time."

"B..but M..miss L..l..lola, r..rules are r..r..rules," Mr. Ian said trying to
sound brave and in control.

Miss Lola grabbed Mr. Ian by the collar and lifted him in the air with one
hand and said, "I. Don't. Follow. Rules."

The other students were watching to see what would happen next. Most of them
liked Mr. Ian so they were hoping that Miss Lola wouldn't beat him up. None of
them had the courage to say anything to the super-powerful girl however.

After being held in the air for several more seconds, Mr. Ian said, "V..very
well, Miss Lola, I suppose we can overlook it t..this t..time if you will just
t..take your seat now."

Miss Lola set Mr. Ian back down on the floor. She looked contemptuously as the
empty desk where she usually sat. "I don't feel like sitting there today."

Miss Lola made her way to the back row of the class and announced, "Today I'm
sitting here!"

"But that's Keith William's assigned seat," Mr. Ian pointed out.

"Today Keith and I are trading," Miss Lola announced. Then she turned to Keith
and as she swayed seductively from side to side she asked him in a sweet,
little girl voice, "You don't mind trading with me do you Keith." Keith didn't
answer because he was too busy staring into Miss Lola deep, deep cleavage and
wondering what it feel like to have his cock sandwiched between Miss Lola's
twin peaks.

"Keith!" Miss Lola snapped.

"Oh! Uh, what, Miss Lola?" the entranced boy said.

Once again, Miss Lola swayed adorably from side to side and said, "You don't
mind trading seats with me do you Keith?"

"Oh no, Miss Lola, I'd be glad to." Keith was so happy that Miss Lola spoke to
him that he would have agreed to anything. He'd been fantasizing for the past
three years that Miss Lola would make him her love slave and tell him what to
do. If she would have told him to jump, he would have not only asked how high,
but he would have asked for permission to come back down!

Keith Williams was so happy that Miss Lola spoke to him at all that later that
night, he jerked off so many times that his right hand became numb and his
dick got rubbed raw.

Miss Lola then took her new seat between Brad Smith and Joe Varner. Brad was
6'6" and weighed 285 pounds of solid muscle. He was the star defenseman for
the high school hockey teams. He as so big and mean and intimidating that he
was expected to be drafted by the NHL right out of high school.

Joe Varner was the 6'8", 270 pound star of the school's lacrosse team. He was
not as bulky as Brad; his muscular body was more graceful and lean. Besides
being top athletes for the same high school, another thing these boys had in
common was that they were both terrified of Miss Lola. For one thing, as big
as their muscles were, her were still much bigger.

Miss Lola noticed that Joe was sweating very badly. "What's the matter with
you, Joe? You sure are sweating a lot."

"N..n..nothing is wrong with me, M..m..miss L..l..lola," the terrified boy
replied.

"Are you sure because you sure look awful; doesn't he look awful Brad?"

Brad figured that his smartest move was to agree with the super-strong Amazon
princess. "Y..yes, M..miss L..lola, h..he l..looks awful."

"Why do you suppose that is, Brad? Do you think that it's because he's afraid
of me?" Miss Lola asked.

"Y..yes, Miss L..lola, I..I..I bet that's it. I..I..I b..bet he's afraid of
y..you," replied Brad

"But aren't you terrified on me too, Brad? Aren't you terrified of what I can
do with these?" As she asked this, Miss Lola flexed her two powerful arms. The
muscles on her arms grew so big and hard that they tore right through her
sweater and her white shirt sleeves reducing them to shreds. Miss Lola took
off her tiny, undersized sweater and discarded it. Her huge, gigantic breasts
also swelled up and threatened to burst through her white shirt at any moment.
Her nipples almost poked right through her shirt. Her cleavage grew even
deeper and more inviting.

Miss Lola bent over and grabbed one of the legs of Brad's desk and lifted the
desk with Brad still in it with one hand into the air. She raised it so high
that Brad's head was brushing against the classroom ceiling, "Aren't you also
terrified on my huge muscles and what I can do with them, little boy?"

"Yes! I...I'm t..terrified, M..miss L..l..lola. M..m..ercy, p..p..please show
m..me m..m..mercy, M..miss Lola!"

While still holding Brad and his desk aloft with one hand, Miss Lola stooped
down and picked up Joe and his desk with the other. She stood back up and now
both of their heads were bumping the ceiling. They both began to beg and plead
for their lives. Both big strong boys were sobbing and begging Miss Lola to
spare them and to not hurt them. Finally, she showed mercy and placed them
both back down on the floor.

Then, just for fun, Miss Lola took a step back to the rear wall of the
classroom. She looked over her shoulder and said, "This is what I COULD have
done to you two wimps." She punched a hole right through the back wall of the
classroom. Then she stuck her arm in the hole all the way up to her bicep.
When she flexed her arm, her bulging bicep grew so big and hard that it put a
crack in the wall that reached all the way up to the ceiling.

Brad jumped out of his desk and immediately got on his knees in front of Miss
Lola and began kissing and worshipping one of her long, muscular legs.
"Please, don't hurt me, Miss Lola," he begged. "Of course, I'm terrified of
your mighty muscles. Please, don't hurt my weak male body with your vastly
superior female power, Miss Lola. I'll do anything you say. I'll be your dog."

Miss Lola looked at Joe and said, "Well? What do you have to say for
yourself?"

Joe jumped out of his desk and fell on his knees beside Brad. He began to kiss
and lick Miss Lola's other powerful, muscular leg. "Please, Miss Lola, don't
use your terrible superhuman strength to hurt me either. Just allow me to
worship your power and grovel at your feet."

"Is there anything else you'd like from me?" asked Miss Lola.

"Yes, please, let me be your love slave," Joe pleaded.

"Me too!" begged Brad.

Miss Lola then looked across the room and Imelda Mackenzie who was Joe's
girlfriend. She was the second prettiest girl at Trudeau High School which
meant that she was very, very pretty, but not even close to being one tenth as
pretty as Miss Lola.

Imelda had long, beautiful red hair and a beautiful girl-next-door face. She
had a rocking body with DDD-cup breasts and a killer ass and long sexy legs.

Miss Lola asked the second prettiest girl around, "How does it feel to see
your boyfriend kissing and licking my leg and begging to be my love slave?"

"It...It makes me feel jealous," replied Imelda.

"You mean because you wish he'd worship you the way he worships me?" asked
Miss Lola.

"No," replied Imelda, "I'm jealous because I wish I could worship you the way
you're allowing him to. I want to beg to be your love slave too. Can I please,
Miss Lola?"

Miss Lola smiled at Imelda and said, "Of course you can, baby doll."

Imelda immediately made her way across the classroom and fell on her knees
between Brad and Joe. While the boys continued to worship Miss Lola's strong,
muscular legs, Imelda stuck her head underneath Miss Lola's short, short,
plaid schoolgirl skirt and began to plants kisses, licks and little nibbles on
Miss Lola's impossibly sexy ass.

Finally, Miss Lola turned her attention back to Mr. Ian. She gave him a sultry
smile and said, "I hope you don't mind us interrupting class, teacher. Of
course, even if you do, there's not a thing in the world you can do about it.
I'm just too strong and powerful."

Even though Mr. Ian responded by saying, "I know," Miss Lola still decided to
demonstrate her power by once again flexing her powerful biceps. The muscles
on her arms became hard again and tore through what was left of the tattered
sleeves of her shirt. Her huge biceps grew to a size that was much bigger than
any man's biceps could ever hope to grow. They looked mighty and perfect and
sexy - the ultimate in feminine power and beauty.

"Do you like my sexy, super-big muscles, Mr. Ian?" Miss Lola asked.

At first Mr. Ian could not answer. His mouth had gone completely dry when Miss
Lola flexed for him. The vision of the tall, powerful Amazon princess flexing
for him while two muscular male athletes were on their knees worshipping her
leg and a beautiful sexy young eighteen year old woman was on her knees
kissing and licking her ass was too much for Mr. Ian. All the blood rushed out
of his head in into his rock-hard penis.

Finally, he managed to nod that he did indeed like Miss Lola's sexy, super-big
muscles.

By this time, Miss Lola looked around the room and noticed that all the other
students were also enjoying the show she was putting on. The male students all
had their dicks out and were stroking them. The girls all had their hands down
their pants and skirts and were likewise pleasuring themselves.

Miss Lola looked at Mr. Ian and saw that the familiar pup tent that she was
used to seeing in his pants. This time, the bulge looked even bigger than
usual. Indeed, Mr. Ian's dick had grown harder, thicker and longer than it had
ever grown before. She could also see a small stain made of pre-cum on the
front of his pants.

"Mr. Ian, doesn't it hurt to have your hard, thick dick straining against the
front of your pants like that?" Miss Lola asked the young teacher?

"Y..yes," Mr. Ian replied. He'd completely given up trying to deny that being
in Miss Lola's presence made his dick hard.

"Wouldn't you like to take it out and start stroking it like everyone else is
doing?" Miss Lola asked.

"Yes," Mr. Ian replied as he began to unfasten his pants.

"Wait just a minute, Mr. Ian!" cried Miss Lola, "I didn't give you permission
to take out your dick. I only asked you if you wanted to!"

"Oh! I'm sorry, Miss Lola, is it okay with you if I take out my dick and start
stroking it?" the teacher asked. This made Miss Lola smile because it meant
that Mr. Ian understood that SHE was the one in charge.

"Say 'please'," Miss Lola instructed Mr. Ian.

"Please, Miss Lola, pretty please with sugar on top may I please take out my
dick and start stroking it?"

"Tell me why you want to stroke your cock so badly," Miss Lola insisted with a
devilish smile.

"Because, Miss Lola, you're so strong and sexy and beautiful," replied Mr.
Ian.

"Get down on your knees and beg me to allow you to take out your cock and
stroke it to my fabulous, sexy, strong body, Mr. Ian," Miss Lola insisted.

Mr. Ian fell to his knees and groveled and begged Miss Lola to let him pull
out his cock and stroke it as a tribute to her superlative power and beauty.
"Do you worship me, Mr. Ian? Am I a goddess to you?"

"Yes, Miss Lola, you are my supreme, all powerful goddess. I only want to live
to serve you and to make you happy. If I could only make your life happier by
as little as one percent, I would die happy knowing that my life's mission had
been fulfilled.

Miss Lola smiled at this. She looked down at Joe and Brad who were still
kissing and worshipping her legs. "Did you hear that, boys? Our teacher, Mr.
Ian, REALLY knows how to beg a girl right." She kicked the two boys away. They
went flying several feet in opposite directions. Imelda was still worshipping
her ass. Miss Lola locked eyes with Mr. Ian and said, "I'm tired of having
those little boys worshipping my legs. I'd like a MAN to worship them now. How
would you like the job, Mr. Ian?"

Tears of gratitude filled Mr. Ian's eyes. "Thank you, Miss Lola; thank you for
letting me have the great honor and privilege of being allowed to worship your
long, sexy, super-powerful legs. Mr. Ian crawled to the back of the room and
began to lick and kiss Miss Lola's beautiful, muscular legs.

After several minutes, Mr. Ian looked up and asked his goddess, "Miss Lola can
I please - I know I'm not worthy - but may I please be granted permission to
pay special attention to your exquisite feet?"

Miss Lola was delighted with how subservient and acquiescent Mr. Ian was to
her. Of course, Miss Lola was used to men and boys groveling, begging and
worshipping her, but something about Mr. Ian's fawning addiction to her made
her feel extra special. She smiled sweetly at her latest conquest and kicked
off her shoes. She said, "Very well, Slave Ian, you may peel off my cute
little lacy socks and worship my bare feet.

This was a very rare privilege that Miss Lola seldom granted. She almost never
gave one of her slaves the honor of kissing her bare feet. Mr. Ian carefully
peeled off her sock as instructed and kissed each of Miss Lola's precious toes
with the kind of reverence a goddess deserved.

"Do you enjoy kissing and worshipping my feet, Slave Ian?" Miss Lola asked
even though she knew the answer.

Slave Ian enjoyed kissing and worshipping Miss Lola's feet so much in fact
that he was almost reluctant to stop long enough to tell her so. However he
also feared Miss Lola too much to NOT answer her question. He looked up and
said, "Oh yes, Miss Lola, goddess of goddesses, I LOVE kissing and worshipping
your feet. I love doing anything you allow me to do to your magnificent,
unbelievable sexy body. Before meeting you I never dreamed a woman as sexy or
as strong as you could exist. I didn't dare to dream it."

Once again, Miss Lola was VERY PLEASED with the way her newest slave groveled
before her and flattered her. Then suddenly it occurred to her. "Oh my
goodness, Slave Ian, I forgot to give you permission to take your dick out and
stroke it for me!"

"Oh, Goddess Lola, do you mean it? Do you really mean it? May I please take
out my dick and stroke it for you now? Please, Goddess Lola, may I?"

"You may on one condition," said Miss Lola.

"What, Goddess Lola, please tell me."

"You must admit that from now on I am in charge of this classroom and this
school."

Just yesterday, Mr. Ian would have thought that no matter what he would NEVER
admit something like that. He thought that as a teacher he must NEVER
relinquish control of his classroom. Even before when he was intimidated by
Miss Lola, he tried hard not to show it. He told himself that no matter how
intimidated he was, he must never let her know that she was in charge.

That was all changed now. Now that he'd seen a small fraction of how supremely
powerful and majestic Miss Lola really was, he understood that someone
ordinary and mortal such as himself could never be in a position of authority
over her. She should rightfully be in charge of ANY situation or environment
she finds herself in. If she went to Ottawa to visit parliament, it would only
be fitting that the prime minster and every Member of Parliament should kneel
at her feet and acknowledge their inferiority.

So, when Miss Lola made her request to him, he had to stop himself from
laughing for fear that his laughter might be misinterpreted. "Goddess Lola,
not only are you in charge of this classroom and this school, from this day
forward you and in charge of my entire world!"

"In that case, Slave Ian, you may take out your dick and stroke it for me,"
Miss Lola granted.

When Mr. Ian unleashed his dick from the confines of his trousers, Miss Lola
took one look, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Mr. Ian had a
lovely, huge cock!

Miss Lola took one look at it and scooped Mr. Ian up in her strong arms and
said, "I'm taking you home with me. I have to get you and your cock alone!"
Mr. Ian barely had time to pull his pants up before Miss Lola hit the hallway
with him in her arms. She marched right into the principal's office with Mr.
Ian still in her arms. "I'm taking Mr. Ian home with me. You'll have to get
someone to cover the rest of his classes for the day."

"Yes, Miss Lola, whatever you say, Miss Lola," the principal replied. After
Miss Lola left his office, he started to cry because for the last four years
he'd been dreaming that Miss Lola would carry HIM in her arms like that and
want to take him home with her. That night for the thousandth time, he dreamed
about being Miss Lola's love slave and jerked off three times just thinking
about it.

When they got outside, Mr. Ian pointed to the faculty parking lot. "My car is
parked over there," he said. Of course, Miss Lola's car was closer since she
had the best parking spot on campus. It didn't really matter where either car
was park, however.

"A car would take too long," Miss Lola explained. I live about five miles from
here. It would be faster if I ran with you in my arms. She took off running.
Three minutes later they were standing in front of her house. She carried him
inside.

"Is anyone else here?" she cried out. Her father came out of the kitchen.

"Hi, Pumpkin," he said cheerfully despite the beating he'd received from his
daughter earlier that day. "What are you doing home this time of day?"

"Don't stand around asking foolish questions, old man," Miss Lola scolded,
"Can't you see I've got a guest. Get out of here and leave us alone!"

"Where should I go?" her father asked.

"I don't care, as long as you're away from here."

"Yes, Pumpkin," her father said as he walked out the door.

For the next four hours, Miss Lola treated Mr. Ian to a private show. She
tried on her sexist lingerie and string bikinis for him. She did A LOT of sexy
muscle posing for him. She took him to her private weight room and let him
watch as she removed her top and lifted thousand pound weights with one hand
like they were made of paper mache.

THEN they got busy. Miss Lola got naked for Mr. Ian and allowed him to lick
the sweat from between her giant tits. She then allowed him to kiss and lick
her entire body. He paid special attention to humongous biceps, thighs and
calve, her tight, round ass, her nibblish ear lobes, That place where her neck
meets her broad, muscular shoulders, her sexy, precious feet and toes and, of
course, her juicy pussy.

When he was finished with that, Miss Lola lifted him over her head and gave
him the most incredible zero gravity blowjob anyone could ever dream of
having. She also gave him a mid-air titty fuck. By the time Miss Lola was
finished with him, Mr. Ian was passed out lying on top of his new master with
his head resting between her tits.

Miss Lola laid there running her fingers through Mr. Ian's sweaty hair saying,
"Sleep, my precious little one. Get plenty of rest. When you wake up, you're
going to need it!"

THE END

If you liked my latest story (And I KNOW you did!), finish jerking off as you
think about Miss Lola in her sexy schoolgirl outfit on her knees sucking your
dick. THEN, email me at woteverlolawants@gmail.com to tell me how much you
liked my story and how badly you'd like to become one of my love slaves.
Hurry!