Miss Alaya: Teaching...

It seems like a long time ago now, but I was school teacher for many years after leaving University and taught at a private school for boys. It was a boarding school, so I had them in My grasp at all times and I took no nonsense.

I had My very special way of keeping them in line. I have to say that My classes were very popular, of course the silly little things always tried to fight Me at first, but Miss Alaya always gets Her own way!

The first thing they learned was to address Me properly as Miss Alaya, or just 'Mistress' was acceptable if they wanted to speak to Me. If they forgot I would walk up to them and slap their faces very hard in front of the class; the look of horror on the boy's face and disbelief was a pure joy to Me, and he certainly wouldn't forget a second time!

I would take them to My chambers to watch 'girly' films and read 'girly' magazines. This was to prepare them; all their silly male thoughts and egos had to be removed, I was going to teach them how to respect, and be totaly submissive to every Woman they ever came into contact with.

I had the help of a seamstress who I found in the next town and I took all the silly boys' measuments and she made them the most beautiful shiny Maids uniforms, in the brightest of satin colours. Can you imagine over 20 sissy French Maids. On any given day, I had arranged for a small rota of boys to come dressed to their lesson as a sissy Maid and to lisp and curtsey like a girl in front of Me and the rest of the class. Every morning, the chosen boys in their sissy uniforms were made to recite the sissy French Maid motto. I taught them deportment, how to care for their new uniforms, how to curtsey (deep and slow with head bowed low!) We would only discuss 'girly' issues and there was never any talk of football in My class! By having them take it in turns, sissified in uniform in front of others in the class had a marvelous effect!

When dressed in their pretty uniforms, I taught them the importance of chastity, so each of My sissy maids wore one at all times (which they had to purchase using their own savings) and never took it off at weekends. From My window I could see the sissies playing rugby, but always knowing they had a chastity device on under their grubby little shorts.

I taught them how to sew and knit, and they all loved and looked forward to 'baking day'; each of them trying to out-do one another in the kitchen to impress Mistress with their chocolate cookies. I'm smiling now just thinking about it!

The class of '84 was very special to Me. There was one sissy boy that I did favour, but it wasn't instant. He joined our school mid-term from a private School in the Netherlands, so of course he was shocked by the way I tought in My class, and he would make fun of all the other sissies in and out of lessons. He would disrupt My daily routine, and nothing I did or said at first would make any difference to him. He was underming My authority and I could see My sissies staring to listen to what he was saying. Something had to be done and done quickly!

I spoke to a friend of Mine, Mistress Lynsey who was living in London at the time, and told her My dilema. In the end we were laughing so much because the solution was really so easy. This is the account of how I tamed and brought to heel My favourate sissy of class of 1984......

I always had really hated Monday mornings, like most people I think? But this Monday was different. Outside was bleak and cold, but nothing could dampen My sprits. I bathed and took My time dressing for My first class. My hair and make-up were imaculate, My fully fashioned cubin heel stockings shining, My black satin panties and lacy bra, with My tight black satin knee-length skirt and white satin blouse - tight in the body, with full puffy sleeves. My shoes were cleaned the night before by My maid sofia and were shining so much I could see My reflection in them!

I took one last glance in the full length mirror, sprayed My signature Chanel perfume on My wrists and neck. "Henderson!!!", I thought - our fight is over, today is a new beginning! Today you become Mine! I packed My case with all the neccessary equipment - could this day get any better, I smiled! Yes of course it can and will!

I walked down the halls towards My class. I had to chastise a couple of boys who were talking instead of walking to class. The way they looked at Me told Me I had dressed correctly that morning!

As I neared My room, I could hear the usual commotion and all of it coming from Henderson. I opened the door and the class fell silent in an instant. Henderson, suddenly remembering he was the rebel, turned his back and started talking about football to a sissy! "Sit down at your desk Henderson!" No response, so I said again, "Henderson turn your body to face the class and sit at your desk! If I have to ask again boy, you will be more than sorry!" He did what I wanted him to do, and that was to do nothing.

My sissies knew something was going to happen. I could see from their little painted faces that Mistress was back on track and Henderson would be joining the sissy fold after all.

I began to walk towards the insulant boy slowly making sure My stilleto heels made an extra sharp click on the wooden flooring, so confident was he that he didn't even turn. I was behind him now, and I spoke in a soft whisper in his ear; "Nothing scares you does it boy? Nothing I've done or said has made a differnce"? He turned to look at Me now, our faces almost touching. It was as if he had seen Me for the first time, "you don't scare me" he said, what you do here is not right, I'm a man not a poofta to be dressed up like a girl!". I replied, "you're not a man you silly boy-child, and what I do, I do for a reason, and you willl see boy!"

Little beads of sweat was now falling from his brow; his breathing was so fast and heavy I thought his heart would jump from his chest there and then.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him to his feet, his chair tipping over and crashing to the floor. "It's time boy" I said, and I dragged him all while he was cursing Me and dragging on his feet - but I was much stronger!

"Maids bettie, tammy, and louise - Clear My Desk!!" My little boys who were My sissies for the day, jumped out from behind their desks and elegantly swished to My desk which was raised on a dais at the front of the class. By the time I got there, My desk was clear. I threw the boy onto his back on My table and ordered the maids to hold him firmly there. I raised My tight satin skirt so that I was able to sit on his chest comfortably, and with that there a was little gasp of excitement from My maids sitting at their desks.

I was tired of his ranting and told him so! For a boy who didn't want to be called a sissy, he sure was acting like one. I slapped his face so hard that it made My hand sting a little, but it seemed to have the desired effect. At long last, the boy was silenced. I took this opportunity to gag the little monster, his eyes widened like a dear caught in car headlights, darting from side to side. I gave him a little smile and softly brushed his hair away from his eyes with the palm of My hand.

"It's OK to be scared and to even fear Me, but I would never hurt you without reason. This will teach you boy, just who is really in charge. This will bring a whole new meaning to your life. Pretty soon you are going to worship and love Me, just as all My little darlings did in the past, the present and the future!"

As I was talking to him I don't think he realised one of the maids was strapping him to the desk. When he did though, he began to struggle and moan a little, but there was no point and I told him so - he would only tire himself out!

"I have come to the conclusion boy, that you have been in private schooling for so long that you don't know what its like to receive love and affection and to be told kind things. So what I must do is take you all the way back to the beginning, regress you, almost like giving birth to you. First, I'm going to remove your nasty boys uniform!" I grabbed a huge pair of scissors from My case & began to cut. First his right trouser leg, then his left. I then cut the waist band and slipped the tattered trousers from beneath him. I did the same to his knotted tie and crisp white shirt. His body was firm and well shaped from playing lots of rugby. His skin was milky white and free from hair - no need for forced shaving I thought!

Though, from his belly button down, he had a thin strip of baby blonde hair. I could see through his underpants that the boy was excited as well as scared; a wonderful combination. I cut away his pants now and he let out a moan of ecstasy as I purposely let My fingers brush against his male thing as I slipped his pants off. "Look at this boy girls; see how hard he his; how smooth he is; how calm he's getting!"

I ran My fingers over his body, very gently, "there there little boy, Mistress is now here to take care of you." I took some baby oil from My bag and applied it to his genitalia. I slipped on My clear surgical latex gloves and began to massage the oil into his smooth skin, then the talcum powder, "mmmmm, your smelling very sweet for Mistress now." I reached into My bag of tricks again and pulled out a lovely nappy, "Lift up your bottom baby boy so Mistress can put on your nappy now." He looked terrified and didn't move, so I yanked hard on his male thing, My grip was so firm I pulled on it upwards, so he had to raise his bottom. As he did, I slipped the nappy under him, I pulled the first part between his legs and up to his waist, then folded the right side to the center, then the left. I then secured him in with large pink nappy pins; that nappy was going nowhere; and just in case we had any accidents, I placed a pair of beautiful yellow plastic-panties over the top of his fluffy nappy.

As if by magic, My new boy was now calm. I released his wrist bondage and his arms fell listlessly like a rag doll. I lifted his head off the desk and sat down beside him. "You see baby boy" I said, "Isn't this much better than fighting with Mistress?" I grabbed his cheeks and we were staring softly into each-other's eyes. What happened next was nothing short of a little miracle. My little sissy baby boy had started to cry, so I unbuttoned My blouse pulled My breasts from My bra to reveal a very hard, pert nipple. I then removed his gag and placed his mouth on My breast; "There My little one, suckle on Mistress' tittie; Mistress will take good care of you, guide you, control you and own you. His body was now shaking with excitement and I could feel his little baby tears falling on My breasts.

Henderson had become 'sissy Charlotte', and I taught him well. He came to love strap-on play, and what the little sissy slut could do with his tongue, brings a smile to My face just thinking of it now.

Our once a month 'class sissy days' were especially fun for him, but that is for Me to tell you another day!

Mistress Alaya.
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