You arrive at your first class obidence to women. The class is mandatory for all men but you are the only one in school. You enter the class and see your teacher miss Bella trix.
You had been put through hell during the first month. The first week you were collared and walked around on a leash get use to being embarrassed. Week 2 Bella locked of your cock and since then she was wearing lingerie flirting and refused to unlock you.
At this point she was waiting until you were desperate to serve. You walked into the room Bella was lying back barr foot in a chair. You could see her large belly hanging out of her far to small nighty.
You had the overwhelming urge to kiss and rub her beautiful belly but you knew doing anything without permission first would result in severe punishment. You never really had the urge to kiss and worship a belly before but the time caged was changing you.
"Your late". She said clearly annoyed. "Sorry goddess". You say not fully realizing what you said.
She smirked, "If you want to worship me show up on time next time". You did not even realize you wanted to worship her but you did. "Your punishment" she said with a cruel smile the cheerleaders are looking for a bottom, the bottom also serves as the team bitch doing whatever the ladies say.
You feel your stomach hit the floor the last team bottom always a guy last maybe 2 weeks before his body gave way mid cheer flattened under the massive weight of the team he was in the hospital for months. The cheer captain sat on his shoulder and was spelling "Hippopotamus" he made it to "T" when his legs buckled.
She was so angry but held it back for the sake of the show. She made him go on all fours and they stood on his back two girls on the base and they lifted a third up and said they would spell "Hippoptamuseses" they barly made it to "I" before he collapsed again but they did not stop. They spelt more then just Hippoptamuseses they finished the routine on his back. He passed out shortly after. You also remember seeing him carrying there bags and massage them whenever they needed.
"Is that what you want?"
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