

Katie slid her green and black lacquered chopsticks through the bun she had just
wound. Summer was over and it was time to head back to St. August's. The
remainder of the school year, and the subsequent summer had been quite
fruitful. She had consumed Jason over spring break, slurping him up like a
milkshake, and spent the rest of the year consuming her marks or arranging to
spend some quality time with them over the summer. Her list now had just three
entries, and in truth she had probably already reversed her reputation, but it
never hurt to be though.

Her growth had slowed at 5'10" and thankfully her breasts growth had begun to
taper at a J-cup (she had had to track down a lot of former lovers),
now she stood nearly 6' and her breasts fit snugly into a K-cup.
Her face had only become more beautiful, and she had continued to get
stronger. She had always found it ridicules in the past when
people said that beauty was a curse, but she understood what they meant now. It
was annoying when people lost their train of thought after making eye contact
with her for more than a second. Unfortunately her breasts, and especially
cleavage when she choose to display it, seemed to have the same effect. She had
given up trying to find a non-sexy voice halfway through the summer. She now
spoke in the dominant and powerful voice she found necessary to keep others on
task.

Her huge breasts always seemed to be getting in the way, though her strong arms
and dexterous fingers allowed her to compensate in many ways. In motion she was
incredibly alluring. The way she glided across a room set her breasts bouncing
and hips swaying in ways that many onlookers had trouble handling.

Of late Katie had taken to wearing clothes cut to hide her impressive figure.
They did a poor job, but meant she was only usually ten to fifteen time more
attractive than the next most beautiful woman in the room. For her first day
back to St. August's she had something different in mind. A black metallica
V-neck did its best to contain her breasts, but still exposed about a foot
of cleavage. It stopped a few inches above her navel leaving her iron hard abs
bare.  Her legs were clad in tight black jeans which looked like they had been
painted on. Her feet clumped in heavy combat boots. Dark and dangerous was the
theme of the day. It was a perfect "fuck you" to the community she hated.

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Reactions had been exactly what she was hoping for. The boys and men struggled
to contain their lust. When she arched her back and pulled the chopsticks from
her hair to let it tumble down her back a few appeared to cum in their pants. In
the girls she saw either anger, fear, or depression. The sweetest moment of the
day had been watching Jackie quietly crying the corner as she publicly invited
Kevin, Jackie's boyfriend to hang out privately later. He wasn't on the list,
but she could make an exception. He had, of course, accepted her invitation
even if he had had trouble finding the words to do so.

Now Katie stood in the Vice Principle, Mr. Garner's, office. It seemed she had
violated the dress code. Several times if Mrs. Wilson was to be believed.

"Katie, do you know why you're here." Mr. Garner did a commendable job of
keeping a steady voice.

She shifted from one hip to the other and crossed her arms under her breasts,
having to lift them to do so. "I'm afraid I don't. You'll have to enlighten me."

"The, uhh, dress code, Katie. You are in violation." He spoke precisely after
his early slip.

"Where? What part of this," she indicated her body with a sweep of her hands
"is in violation?"

"Well, your, uhh, your shirt. Your shirt just won't do, you see." Mr. Garner was
sweating.

"I don't see, actually. I think maybe the rules changed since I read the student
handbook." They hadn't. "Maybe you could be more specific?" She said helpfully.

"Your, uhh. Your midriff isn't -- shouldn't be showing like tha- like it is."

Katie peered down in an obvious attempt to get a look at the offending body
part. "I'm afraid I can't exactly see what you mean, but I will have to take
your word for it. Anything... else?"

"Well that, in itself is grounds for violation. You will simply have to--" Mr.
Garner seemed to have forgotten what she would simply have to do.

"Change?" She offered.

"That's it. You'll simply have to change." He said hurriedly.

"Mrs. Wilson said 'Multiple Violations.' I really want to know what they are so
that I won't repeat them in the future. I would hate to have to come in here for
another dress code violation. Wouldn't you hate that too?"

Mr. Garner gulped. "Well as a matter of, uhh, fact. You aren't allowed to wear
band T-shirts."

Katie unfolded her arms and sighed, in the process heaving her heavy breasts
up and down. "How do you know it's a band T-shirt? Have you read it?"

"Not, uhh, not as such, no. But I, uhh, I recognize the artwork."

"The artwork is it? That's not a very good indicator. It is a much better policy
to read the band name I think. I'm sure you can do it really quickly." Her voice
had taken on an encouraging tone.

He stared at her chest for 30 seconds or so growing more and more nervous as
he did so. Finally he said, "I-I-I Ican't I can't read it."

"Mmmmmmmm." She said sympathetically. "Why don't you take a closer look?" Katie
took two long steps towards his desk and leaned forward, thrusting her chest
towards his face. After a wordless minute to so she said, "Still can't read it?"

"N-no."

"I wonder why. Do you know why?"

Mr. Garner gathered himself. "It's, ahhhhh, it's." He twitched. "It's too, ahh
ahhh."

"Too what?" She said softly. "Huh? It's too what?"

"Dis-dis umm."

"Distorted?" her tone shot up like a proud adult teaching a child.

"Y-yeah" he managed.

"Well I know how to deal with that!" Katie grabbed the bottom of her shirt
and tugged down, the tension smoothing out some of the creases her huge breasts
created. In the process she pulled her neckline down even further, exposing more
creamy cleavage. "Is that better?"

"A little." He stared at her breasts for a couple minutes.

"Still can't get it? Why don't you just tell me the letters and I can tell you
what they say."

"t-T"

"Ok. T. You're doing great. What comes next?"

"A"

"T-A. Good job so far."

"L-L-I"

"Three letters at once! Good job! Lets see... T-A-L-L-I. 'talli' that does not
sound like a band I know. It seems like you were just mistaken about this being
a band T-shirt."

"n-No."

"No what?"

"I uhh, I wasn't--"

"Wrong? You weren't wrong?" She finished for him. "Well if you weren't wrong,
but 'talli' is no bad I know we must be missing something. Maybe we're missing
some letters. That must be it. But I can't imagine how we could be missing any.
Can you think of anything that could cause us to miss some letters?"

"Y-your uhhh-"

"My..."

"Your, uhhh, your breasts." he said quickly.

Katie looked down in surprise. "My breasts! What about them?"

"They, uhh, they--"

"What do they do?"

"Distort." He said timidly.

"Distort! How could they do that? What about them could cause them to distort?"
Katie demanded.

"Size." Mr. Garner said quickly.

"Mmmmmmmmmm. You could be onto something. What about there size?"

"They, uhh, they're very, uhh, very large."

Katie made a big show of noticing for the first time. "I suppose they are. I
guess I live with them every day, so sometimes I forget." She cupped them
spreading her fingers in order to heft their mass appreciatively. They dwarfed
her hands. "I bet if I turn you will be able to read the whole name."

Mr. Garner nodded.

She turned to the left in order to let him begin. "M"

"Ok. M"

"E"

"M-E. Good job."

"T"

"Met. Can I think of any bands that start with met? Noooo. Keep going!"

"A-L-L"

"Metal with two L's. That sounds more like a genre than a band. I suppose
it isn't a band T-Shirt after all." She turned as if to go.

"n-No"

"What? Oh you weren't finished. What else is there?" She came back and turned
to the right so he could look at her left flank.

"I"

"Metalli. That's starting to sound familiar."

"C, uhh, A" he finished.

"Oh! Metallica! They are a band! It looks like you were right after all. I'm so
proud of you." She beamed down at him over her jutting breasts. Suddenly a
concerned look appeared on her face. "Mrs. Wilson did say multiple. That is just
two things wrong with my shirt. I don't want to mess up again, so I would really
like it if you told me absolutely everything wrong with the way I'm dressed."

Mr. Garner looked briefly rebellious. "It would be really sweet of you." She
said.

"y-Your, uhh, your neckline."

Katie looked down. "I suppose it is a little low, but the student handbook is
very specific about what constitutes a low neckline isn't it?"

"Y-yes. I suppose so."

"Well, what are the requirements?"

"It, ahh, it must display, umm," he gulped, "cleavage."

"And am I displaying any cleavage? Take a close look. I don't want you to make
any mistakes." She leaned forward over his desk, letting him get a good look.

He seemed to be struck dumb, so she moved a bit closer and said, "Maybe you
should measure it! Did you know that horses are measured in hands? One hand is
four inches. It's kind of rough, but I don't see a ruler. Why don't you try it?"

Mr. Garner lost a brief internal battle and reached up to lay his hand
lengthwise along Katie's considerable bosom. He was able to cover about half
of it. "No, silly. The other way." She said picking up his hand, so that his
knuckles lined up with her cleavage.

He did not seem to know what to do next, so she picked up his other hand and
placed it below the one already resting on her breasts. "Now go hand over hand,
like this." She said, showing him what she meant.

After a minute or two he got the hang of it and she counted off, "One, two,
two and a half! That's about 10 inches of cleavage! I'll say this
neckline is out of line! Thank you so much for helping me!" she cooed.

She straitened, causing her breasts to jostle. Mr. Garner seemed to have
completely lost the power of speech. Katie ran her hands over the shirt,
beginning at the tops of her breasts and sliding down to her toned abs. "It
seems like this shirt is problematic for a number of reasons." In one smooth
motion she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the ground. "Oh, look at
that!" She said gesturing to the way her chopsticks had been jarred out of
position by the gesture. Her breasts were thrust forward when she reached up
to pulled them slowly from her bun and let her hair tumble down over her torso.

If Mr. Garner had been clobbered before, now he was completely floored. A busty,
dominant vision stood before him clad only in sprayed on jeans, an enormous
cream colored bra, and her own shimmering brown hair. Her hypnotic eyes demanded
his attention, but he did not have enough of it to adequately cover every
exquisite part of her.

Katie looked down at her bra and pouted. "It looks like this is out of
compliance to. It is showing a lot of cleavage." She easily unhooked it, holding
the huge cups, either one of which could have fit Mr. Garner's head, briefly
in front of her. Her breasts stood out proudly from her chest, only drooping
a few inches when she removed her bra. Her powerful back bore the load
effortlessly. "Is this better Mr. Garner? ... Mr. Garner?"

"Mr. Garner I want you to look at me." Her dominant voice cut through his haze.
"Look at my huge breasts, look at my hard abs, look at my perfect legs, and 
ass." she ran her hands over herself as she spoke highlighting each feature.
"Now look me in the eyes Mr. Garner." He did so, knowing he had to obey that
insistent voice. "Look me in the eyes Mr. Garner and realize that you will
always be inadequate for a woman like me. Never able to please me, never able to
provide what a body like this deserves."

"You do want to please me don't you Mr. Garner?"

He managed, ever so slightly, to nod.

"You must be so hard right now." She mused "Don't cum yet. You need my
permission. Do you understand me? You may only cum when I say so."

Mr. Garner knew he had no choice but to obey. He nodded jerkily.

"Now I want you to imagine you are looking at your personality. Do you see it?"

He nodded again.

"I want you to gather up all of your individuality. All of your will. All your
ambition. Do you have it?"

He nodded slowly.

"Good. Now I want you to place it at the tip of your penis. Pack it in tightly
now. Is it there?"

He did the only thing he could.

"When you cum all of that individuality, will, and ambition will leave you. Do
you understand? And when it leaves you it will all flow into me. You will become
mine completely. You will no longer exist as a coherent entity. You will just be
Mistress Katie's plaything. Do you understand me?"

Mr. Garner nodded.

Katie smiled warmly. "You may cum."

Mr. Garner jerked spasmodically in his chair, soaking the front of his pants.
After a moment Katie said, "Who are you?"

Mr. Garner just looked confused. "I don't understand the question. Maybe if you
repeated it Mistress?" He said apologetically.

Katie smiled. "That's OK. I didn't expect you to. How about this: what are you?"

Mr. Garner knew the answer to this one. "I'm Mistress Katie's plaything."

Katie grinned. "That's right. Now you must only call me Mistress while we are in
private for now. And you will answer to the name Mr. Garner or Ron Garner. The
name you used to have before you became my plaything. Do you think you can do
that?"

"Yes Mistress."

She smiled. "Good. I trust the dress code will no longer be an issue?"

He looked horrified at the thought. "Of course not Mistress."

Katie put her bra and shirt back on before stalking out of the office.
