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Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#8
Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2001 05:10:01 -0400
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                 Part - 8

Ripppp....Fucking Road Map, how the hell they expected someone to refold
the damn things in a compact car, especially after they kinked up was
beyond my comprehension!

Well at least I found where Credence was hiding at, as I pulled out of
the abandoned gas station slash mini mart, and once again got back on
206 heading west.

Spotting Fall Mountain Road (which turned out to have nothing to do with
any mountain) I turned the Electra off onto it, and as the directions I
had gotten over the phone promised, within a couple of miles I spotted
the highschool in between the gaps in the trees.

Pulling the car into the closest space I could locate in the rather
vacant parking lot, I checked my face in my rear view mirror to see if
my makeup was where it should be, and finding it had survived the trip
intact I then grabbed my purse and my jumbo sized briefcase and got out
of the small car (probably in the exact same manner Houdini used to
escape a straight jacket) and then I locked the car doors using my
remote key, and then I headed on in to see what there was to see.

Coming in thru the office doors the first person I saw was the
secretary, who was (as all good secretaries seemed to do lately) banging
away on his computer, doing things (I sensed) he had done a thousand
thousand times already, wondering all the while to himself why they
hadn't yet invented a machine that could handle this boring shit!

Finally giving up (after standing there a full minute) and announcing
myself to him (as I sensed he was so wrapped up in what he was doing) he
then looked up at me with that glazed look (I knew all to well), I then
spoke to him (in a tone of voice that I knew from past experience would
cut thru to his conscious mind), to tell Principle Hanshaw that Doctor
Margaret Gangers was here to see (glancing down at the paper in my hand)
Dennis Nobly,Brenda Gladchuk and a Peter Moresby.

After he picked up the phone and made the announcement, I took the
opportunity (while I waited) to go thru his memories to see what had
happened before I got here, and I was surprised to see how much he had
seen, and all without letting on to anyone that he saw it!

In fact I was so absorbed in sorting out the large amount of information
I had gleaned from his mind, that I almost jumped out of my skin as a
voice that came from right behind me said "Excuse me I am the Vice
Principle, can I help you?"!

Calmly turning around to confront the woman behind me I was greatly
surprised to see that it was Sibyl Banning, who I had worked with
extensively a little over seven years ago, after that awful school
shooting in Brandon!

After we gave each other sisterly hugs she then led me towards the
Principles office, and without knocking (which revealed much to me)
opened the door to reveal a rather distinguished middleaged woman (just
as I new it would be knowing Sibyls tastes as I did) who was at that
moment on the phone, and who upon noticing the two of us waved us
towards a couple of chairs that had been pulled up in front of her desk.

Finally hanging up the phone she turned to face us fully and said more
to Sibyl than to me "That was Jane Nobly, I told her that she was
supposed to bring Dennis back this afternoon to be examined but she is
putting up a real stink",at which point she turned to me, and asked me
if I thought that I should push her to get her to bring her kid back in,
at which point I told her that if she could call her back that I could
instead stop at their house after I examined the other two, if that
would make things easier ( which by the relieved look I saw on her face
I knew it did).

Then it was time to get down to brass tacks as I then pulled out one of
my thick yellow writing pads from the briefcase (which was mostly for
show as when I opened the case I had triggered a long duration tape
recorder) and started asking questions!

Mostly what I heard (as I sat there making the odd note so I could refer
back to the relevant portion of the tape) was basic stuff ( at least
basic as far as the last couple of years was concerned after the effects
of the CHANGE ), until that is when they came to the part of Brenda's
behavior as the chastity device was being removed.

Asking Sibyl in particular to go over it one more time I started making
mental connections with the stuff I had learned, and the many other
cases I had seen over the last year and a half, and what I came up with
was the conclusion that little Brenda was an honest to goodness sadist,
who was (as I secretly smiled to myself) likely to grow up to be a real
ball buster (at least if I had any say in it)!

When I had finished with them I then asked about this Miss Kimono, which
I then learned that she was with the mother and daughter, in a little
used office in the Auditorium keeping an eye on them.

Asking Sibyl if she would mind going and relieving her so we could chat,
as I sat there with the Principle (in silence) as I scribbled (in Latin)
and as I reviewed in my mind the likely course of action I was going to
take with this Peter Moresby, at which point the teacher in question
came into the room at which point I politely asked Mary to step outside
for a few minutes while we talked, at which point she announced that she
had a phone call to make and left the room.

Finishing up with Miss Kimono I was getting so randy that as soon as she
was on her way back to the Auditorium I asked Mary (as she stepped back
thru the door) if she could direct me to the staff restroom, as I just
had to relieve myself, which was true but only in a manner that maybe
only Miss Kimono could relate to!

Cleaning off the small four inch vibrator (that had the name Mini Max
written on the side) in the sink, that I had taken out of my purse even
before I had dropped my pants to use on myself, to achieve two very
pleasurable orgasms (which was only a down payment of what I planned on
later when I got home) that as soon as I had finished listening to Miss
Kimono I knew I would badly need in order to be as sexually calm as I
could be as it was now obvious that this mornings episode in the
restroom ad awakened something in him that had been dormant.

Finished with that and the rationalization, I then glanced up at the
mirror and I noticed that my face looked in need of a little touch up,
at which point I again thanked the God in charge of handing out good
looks as at the age of Fifty Three my complexion and my body looked
better than some (make that most) thirty year olds I had seen when I
went to the gym!

Making sure to flush the toilette before I opened the door in order to
give at least a plausible deniability, I was surprised to see Sibyl
standing out in the hallway, obviously waiting for me at which point she
gave me a sly little wink and asked me if I might need to relieve myself
again shortly, which made me do something I hadn't done in years, I
giggled.

As we headed for her office where Peter was stashed, Sibyl told me that
Mary had gone down to the cafeteria to straighten out a screwed up
delivery, so I had to make due with just her for the next hour.

Opening the door to Sibyls office what greeted me was the sight of this
tall good looking young man, who was sitting in the clone of the chair I
had seen in Mary's office staring out the window wishing he were
anywhere else but here.

Even before I sat down in the comfy swivel chair behind Sibyls desk I
was frantically probing his memories, and what I basically found was
that this was a good hearted kid (what was basically referred to in the
trade as a Boy Scout)!

In a few minutes, as h continued to stare out the window I basically
read his own life story, as seen thru his own eyes from his
relationships with his mother Ann which was typical, to his turbulent
but still not out of the ordinary sibling situation with his older older
sister Julie and his younger older sister Barbara, who I noted with
interest he favored over Julie I assumed because of the age difference
as she was 18 and Julie was 23.

Skipping some parts for later review I came to the scene in the hallway
with the girls teasing Dennis, and I was relieved to learn (as I had
assumed) that it wasn't the pain he desired but the humiliation, which I
was also happy to learn he not only desired but Craved, and which put
him square in the Submissive category and not in the Masochist category
as I had feared!

Which damn near made him the perfect subject for one of my many
experiments!

Knowing what I would have to do with him it was time to see if the girl
was going to be as easy to manage, so after rejoining Sibyl in the outer
office, I kinda hinted to her ( to set up the first stone in the
foundation as it were) that Peter was going to be a prime candidate for
a new home schooling program!

To be continued...

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