Making my way to my next class, Geography, and could feel mistress' thong tight around me. I was a little embarrassed, but I loved it really. I walked in and sat myself down, next to Johan again. The old, grey haired, bearded teacher came over to me and asked why I was late and I shot back "I had to pick up some papers for Mrs Beaman sir." He nodded and sat back down after handing me a sheet and proceeding with the lesson. I asked Johan what had been covered in the lesson; he responded with "not much, he's just introduced us to the new course, it's barely different to the old one, you haven't missed much, just copy down these notes" handing me his book and pointing to the messy writing scrawled at the top of the page. I had to squint to read it but I copied it down quickly and refocused on the lesson and what Mr Jones was talking to the class about. I couldn't focus though. Mistress clouded my mind; I could only think of her. The thong probably didn't help my case either. Suddenly, I became aware that Mr Jones, and a large amount of the class were looking at me. He must have asked a question, I didn't hear. "Pardon?" I asked. He tutted and said "What's your name? You're the new kid right?"
"Jayden, Jayden Beaman sir" I replied.
"Come up, stand up. Tell the class about yourself." I stood up, fully aware that my shirt didn't come down to my trousers as I'd slung on an old one in a rush this morning. Someone might see what I'm wearing for underwear. I was petrified. And yet, so excited at the same time. I got to the front and glanced across the classroom, nothing suspicious. I introduced myself by saying "Hi, I'm Jayden" and smiling. I blushed a little before I carried on as I wasn't a great public speaker. "I'm originally from further up north and one thing I like is poetry." I looked at the teacher to see if he wanted me to say anything else and he gestured to my chair so I assume he didn't. I sat back down and there were no sniggers or giggles so I was safe for now. I just knew someone would see though but I didn't know when.
Mr Jones addressed the class and put a video on, telling us to make notes about it in the box on the sheet. The whole class didn't seem to listen but I tried to focus, as I was a bit behind in this subject. The chair had a circular hole in the plastic, typical school chair. I had leant forwards when I heard a suppressed chortle from behind me. The air was cold on my lower back- lower down than it should have been. I sat startled and had the sudden realisation of what the two behind me were laughing at. I sat, frozen still, in my chair, unable to move. Their laughing got a little louder and I awkwardly readjusted myself so they couldn't see. I was blushing furiously and Johan leant back and asked what they were laughing at. Whilst he did that I thought to myself that I was never going to live this down. Johan leant back forwards and patted me on the shoulder, obviously holding in a giggle. "Talk to me at break if you want to, I'll be in the R.S. class catching up". I was going to go there anyway to ask Holly about what to do so I thought I might as well. The lesson dragged on for what seemed like hours and the ring of the bell felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I grabbed Johan and darted out of the classroom with him to the R.S class to avoid further embarrassment. On the way, I thought about what had happened. I wasn't sure whether I loved it or hated it. I saw holly through the window, seated. I knew then that I loved it, and her. Everything about her already. I wanted to be her sub. I wanted her to be my domme. Johan and I entered the classroom and mistress seemed confused by my presence. I asked to speak to her in private for a moment and we stood outside the classroom whilst Johan got out his books.
"Someone saw" I told mistress, slightly worried. "What will I do? What if they ask?"
She didn't seem phased.
"It's okay pet." She said, very softly, very calmly. "Just tell them you're owned by someone, they'll understand." She began to smirk. "You aren't my first" I didn't like that at all. I wanted to have mistress all to myself. Selfish, I know, but that's what I wanted. "Don't worry, you'll be fine bitch". We came back into the classroom and I sat next to Johan whilst he did his work. He asked "what are the um, underwear about?", awkwardly pointing to my groin. I took mistress' advice: "I'm um..I'm owned." He seemed to understand as he nodded and smirked a little as he carried on with his work. My first day had been very interesting. Very interesting indeed.
