
"Samantha, you know why you're here, right?" Mr. Hennessey asked.

Samantha cocked a hip, oozing exasperation. "No, could you please
enlighten me?"

Mr. Hennessey sighed. She was going to make this difficult. "Dayton
High has a dress code for a reason. It's important that students
have have a distraction free environment." Despite himself, Hennessey,
found himself glancing at Samantha's breasts as he said the word
distraction.

"I don't see what could be distracting about my outfit." Said Samantha.
In truth, she had watched it do a number on several people just this morning.
It wasn't even that her outfit was that revealing. True, her thin black
sweater had been been bought back when she was wearing an HH-cup, and
it's fabric now clung tightly to her curves. Her jeans hugged
her bubble butt like a second skin, and the blue fabric did nothing to
hide the smooth power of her legs, but Sam's outfit was not fundamentally
different than outfits worn by other girls at the school.

"Well, your, your sweater is quite revealing."

"It is? I hadn't noticed." The red head glanced down at her ample chest.
Her growing breasts had stretched the fabric enough that the tops of her
breasts were peaking through the v-neck. Her breasts were forced up and
together by her J-cup bra. Samantha knew she needed new bras, but she grew
so fast that it seemed she could never quite keep up.

"Well, you, aahhh, you see, your clothing has been distracting to some of
the other students. It's it's very important that we maintain a good learning
environment." Mr. Hennessey looked nervous.

"I don't think it's my cloths which are a problem." Samantha said calmly.

Mr. Hennessey looked at her, "W-what do you mean?"

"Loads of other girls wear things exactly like me, but when they wear it,
it's not distracting is it?"

He looked at her, knowing exactly what she meant. After a beat or two of
silence Sam spoke up again, "The difference is me. When I wear these clothes,
they are distracting. No one else has a body like mine. The problem isn't my
clothes. The problem is that I'm just too sexy. Isn't it?" Her eyes seemed
to flash with power.

Mr. Hennessey gulped. "Y-yes." he stammered without really thinking.

"Look at me Mr. Hennessey." Samantha demanded. "Look at my full breasts,
and long legs. I'm not going away. You don't have any power over me."

Mr. Hennessey just stared.

"You've never been in the presence of such powerful femininity before.
All men must submit to me. Are you not a man?" Samantha had never intentionally
tried to enslave a man with the force of her sexuality before. Dozens of
boys called her Mistress, but in each case they had come to realize her
dominance on their own. Now she was just following her instincts.

"Do you submit to me?"

Mr. Hennessey groaned.

Samantha pulled off her sweater, revealing the pale expanse of her massive
chest encased in her huge red bra. She started rocking her body gently
back and forth. "Watch my breasts move back and forth. See how they sway.
Imagine that you are between them. Trapped by two huge, soft breasts."
She smiled faintly, "Submit to me Mr. Hennessey. It would be so
easy. Just let go."

Mr. Hennessey groaned, "P-please."

"You are not to orgasm until I give you my permission. When you do you
will give me all of your will, all of your individuality. You will become
my possession. Do you understand?"

Mr. Hennessey just nodded.

"Good. Then cum for your Mistress." Samantha said.

Minutes later, Samantha walked confidently out of Mr. Hennessey's office.
She felt unstoppable.
