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Subject: {ASSM} "Dumb Debbie" Part 1 M/f/WS/coercion
Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 21:10:24 -0400
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Comments: This story depicts the exploitation and humiliation of a young
teenage girl. If you are a male who believes that women should be
sub-serviant to men, read on!
Story_codes: M/f/WS/coercion
Story_intro: Debbie is a dumb blonde who hates school and has trouble
understanding simple tasks and terms in the classroom. Her teacher Mr
Garett, has just the right idea for her.
"Dumb Debbie" (Part I)
by H. Grant
Debbie wandered the highway waiting for her math teacher Mr. Garett as
the sun was setting. She was dressed in tight cut off jeans that were so
short and tight that they revealed most of her ass. They were torn and
shredded at the base with little rips and holes in them. Her hair was
natural blonde and her lips were full and ripe with cherry red lipstick.
Her eyes were caked with black eye shadow and glitter just above the
eyelides. Debbie wasn't very bright at all. In fact, she had just failed
general English which was the easiest level English class in the school.
Her parents had received her report card and yelled at her. Angry and
confused, she had decided to run away. She didn't like her parents and she
didn't like school. All of those hard math problems that involved adding
numbers it just made her head hurt when she tried to think too much. In
fact, the only thing Debbie learned in school was what men liked. She had
discovered that by doing certain things - special things, men began to
notice her and like her. She loved it when the men told her how smart and
pretty she was.
One time her math teacher Mr. Garett called her into his private office
after school. He told her that she was very pretty and that he was
impressed with how quickly she had learned how to add and subtract. This
confused Debbie because she had just failed her addition test.
"Gee Mr. Garett, I thought you called me in here because I couldn't
solve the math problems you gave me." Said Debbie with a index finger in
her mouth and a confused look on her pretty little face.
"That's all right Debbie. Try not to think too hard, it's not good for
you." Soothed Mr. Garett. He stared at the cute little blonde. She was
swaying slightly back and forth in front of him - her hips moving from side
to side as if she had to go to the bathroom. Debbie was a confused little
tart. Mr. Garett had pulled her file from student inventory room and
discovered to his delight that her I.Q. was below 70. He also knew from
observing Debbie that she was very impressionable and could be easily made
to laugh and giggle and persuaded to do things. He observed most of all
that she wanted to be popular like the cheerleaders on the cheerleading
squad. Debbie had already discovered early on that by wearing certain
clothes - specifically tight revealing outfits, men paid more attention to
her. Tight tops that cut off just below her nipples and revealed most of
the lower half of her precious globes made her extremely popular with the
boys and teachers at school.
So here she was. Standing in front of Mr. Garett in her tight cut off
jeans and cherry red cut off top that revealed the bottom of her massive
boobies. Her hair was done up in pigtails and her eyes were practically
smeared with slutty eye shadow. Her lips were swollen with cherry red
lipstick and occasionally without even knowing her hot little tongue darted
out from between her lips moistening her hot little mouth. Mr. Garett
instructed her to be quiet while he stared at her. His gaze moved up and
down her voluptuous body and fell at her crotch. The cut off jeans
revealed almost all of her upper thighs and stopped short at her cunt
forming a little "V". The jeans were about two sizes too small for the
dumb blonde and pulled so tightly against her crotch that he could see the
outline of her pink puffy panties and more specifically, the little folds
of her vagina. Mr. Garret gazed intently at Debbie. Suddenly something
struck him.
"Step closer to the desk Debbie, I want to have a closer look at you."
Commanded Mr. Garett. Debbie didn't want to get Mr. Garett angry so she
stepped forward eagerly. Mr. Garett look intently at Debbie's crotch.
There was a little wet spot that had formed between her legs. On the
surface it appeared that Debbie had creamed herself with pussy goo, most of
the moisture probably was, but it was also a little damper than usual.
"Now Debbie, your a very smart girl and I'm very impressed with your
performance in class. You want to continue to please me don't you Debbie -
after all, you wouldn't want to fail general math now would you?" asked Mr.
Garett.
"Oh no Mr. Garett!" blurted Debbie with a little bit of drool coming
out of her mouth. "Please don't fail me. My parents wouldn't like that
and they would yell at me. I don't like being yelled at Mr. Garett."
"Ok Debbie I won't fail you. But you must do what I tell you like a
good girl. You want to be a good girl don't you Debbie?" sneered Mr.
Garett.
"Oh yes Mr. Garett. I'll do anything you want. Just don't fail me - I
want to be smart and get good grades." Cooed Debbie in the best little
girlish voice she could muster. She knew men liked that.
"Alright Debbie, you be a smart girl and open your legs for me. Step
closer to my chair....that's a good girl I want to smell you."
Debbie stepped even closer to Mr. Garett. She was so glad the Mr.
Garett thought she was smart and pretty. A man of such power and status
was certain to spread the word around about how smart she was. Soon she
would be able to apply for scholarships and get into college and please her
parents. She knew that some day if she tried really hard, she would get
even smarter and learn how to speak properly and to add and subtract.
Debbie also knew that when she got done using the toilet, she should think
really hard and try to remember to wipe herself. Sometimes she remembered
and sometimes she didn't. This was one of those times when she forgot. As
she stepped closer to Mr. Garret, she grew more excited at the prospect of
being probed and smelled by a very powerful man - a teacher!
"Good girl Debbie....spread those little legs....see how smart you are?
You'll do anything I want won't you Debbie....don't say yes or no....just
giggle your reply.
Debbie giggled and spread her legs. Mr. Garret pulled her closer and
pressed his nose up against her crotch and smelled. She sure smelled like
girly goo alright, but there was also a hint of pee pee odor mixed in.
"Did Debbie make pee pee in her panties?" asked Mr. Garett.
"Gee I don't know Mr. Garett....I guess so...do you promise not to tell
anyone if I tell you a secret."
"Sure Debbie, you can tell me. After all I'm you're teacher" exclaimed
Mr. Garett.
"Well....sometimes when I go potty I forget to wipe myself." murmured
Debbie in a little wee voice.
"That's ok Debbie. Wiping isn't good for you. It requires too much
thought. I want you to promise me like a good girl that you will forget
about wiping yourself when you use the potty."
"O.k. Mr. Garett. It will be easy to forget. I forget about a lot of
things." Chimed Debbie.
"I know Debbie. That's what makes you so special and popular. Now I
want you to turn around and bend over, I have a feeling your pee pee wasn't
the only place you forgot to wipe...I want to smell your bottom.
Debbie dutifully turned around and bent over. She felt Mr. Garett's
hands slowly pull her cheeks apart. Her cut off jeans allowing access to
her most private and intimate area....Mr. Garett began to probe the inner
lining of pink panties with his fingers. Slowing he reached around and
unbuttoned her jeans form the other side. Then his hands found her zipper
and pulled it down loosening the jeans considerably.
"Stand up for a second Debbie so that I can pull you pants down." Said
Mr. Garett.
"What's a second Mr. Garett...I don't know what that word means." asked
Debbie.
"Never mind Debbie. Would you like some bubble gum to chew on while I
inspect you?"
"Oh yes Mr. Garett. I just love bubble gum. It's my most favorite
thing in the world" cheered Debbie.
Mr. Garett proceeded with more important things while Debbie chewed
mindlessly on her bubble gum making loud slurping sounds and giggling.
With one hand Mr. Garett shoved Debbie forward again this time making sure
her pink pantied hiney was right near his face. Mr. Garett inhaled deeply
smelling Debbie's sweet dumb girly odors. He took a finger a peeled back
Debbie's panties to reveal her inner crotch. Next he pulled his desk lamp
forward so that it shined a bright beam of light right on her exposed
bottom. Mr. Garett was searching for little traces of BM but found none.
"Debbie you've been a very naughty girl....you wiped your hiney....smart
girls aren't supposed to do that sort of thing. Only men are allowed to do
that" said Mr. Garret.
"Gee I'm sorry Mr. Garett. I promise I won't do it again. I feel so
stupid" cried Debbie.
"That's alright Debbie. It's ok to be dumb and stupid. That's what men
like. If you really want to get ahead in this world, it's better to be
that way."
"Really Mr. Garett? It's o.k. to be dumb? I'm so glad because now I
can tell you my other secret that nobody knows accept my parents.
"That's o.k. Debbie. You can tell me. But first let me make something
very clear to you. Your secrets can only be secrets from other girls. Do
you understand Debbie? Men are different" exclaimed Mr. Garett.
Debbie nodded slowly trying to figure out what Mr. Garett meant.
"Men are supposed to know all of your secrets Debbie. If you tell them,
they can make good things happen to you....they can make you feel better
and all good inside. Do you understand" asked Mr. Garett.
Debbie nodded again slowly chewing her bubble gum.
"Now what's your other secret?" soothed Mr. Garett
"Well..." stammered Debbie. "I have trouble thinking and figuring
things out."
There was a moment of silence as Debbie concentrated hard on what she
was going to say next. Her discomfort in coming up with words was clearly
visible to Mr. Garett. Finally she continued, "I....I need to be given
directions and told what to do." She wimpered.
"That's ok Debbie. I'm going to help you." Said Mr. Garett.
"Really?" blurted Debbie. "Thank you Mr. Garett. I'll do anything you
want. I hate school and I hate home and I hate my parents."
"Ok. Debbie I want you to listen carefully and do exactly as I say. I
want you to get you clothes back on and wait for me out on the main road
after school. I'm going to take you to a special place for girls like you.
There you will meet several of my friends...they are all doctor's and they
are very rich. They will take care of you for the rest of your life. You
won't have to worry about food, shelter, or clothing ever again. All of
these things, especially clothing will be provided for you. Do you
understand Debbie?"
"Oh yes Mr. Garett. I love being taken care of. I'll do anything you
want and I just can't wait to meet your friends. Are there any other girls
I can play with?"
"No Debbie. You won't be meeting other girls. However there will be
other girls living where you'll be staying, but they are only allowed to
interact with men. They will be staying in separate rooms." Exclaimed Mr.
Garret.
"Gee Mr. Garett." Wimpered Debbie in her little girl voice. "Who will
I play with."
"You'll see Debbie." soothed Mr. Garett. "Your going to meet some new
friends and their all going to love playing with you. All you have to
remember is that you must do as you're told like a good girl. Remember
they're all doctors and they know what is best for you Debbie. Now go
outside and wait out on the curb by the highway and I'll pick you up
shortly. Do not talk to anybody....especially any police.
"O.K." Debbie stammered as she bent down and picked up her jeans that
were lying on the floor. Pulling them tightly over her waist, she smiled
at Mr. Garett and quickly left the room.
Debbie continued to pace the highway curb outside the school yard. She
felt all giggly and excited. Mr. Garett was going to take good care of
her! She just couldn't wait to see her new home. Suddenly a van pulled up
next to her on the road. It was Mr. Garett!
"Hop in Debbie. We're going on a long trip." Said Mr. Garett.
"Yipee" cheered Debbie as she climbed into the van. While they were
driving Debbie looked around the interior of the van. She spotted some
curious things. On the floor in the back of the van there were several
items scattered about on the floor. Loose clothing littered the floor
consisting of silk bras, crotchless panties and piles of make up kits.
Also on one of the built in shelves was a pile of medicine bottles with
labels that Debbie couldn't read or even begin to understand. There were
also surgical tools and needles.
"What's all this stuff doin' in the back of your van Mr. Garett?" asked
Debbie in her little wee voice.
"Don't worry about it Debbie. Don't try to figure it out. Remember,
thinking is bad for you unless you are instructed to do something is that
clear?"
"Yes Mr. Garett." Wimpered Debbie afraid that she had upset Mr.
Garett.
"Now Debbie, we are getting very close to your new home and there are a
few rules I want you to follow. The first rule is that you are not allowed
to speak to your new friends. They are all doctor's and they are a lot
smarter than you. If you want to make them your friends you have to behave
as they tell you. You are not allowed to talk unless you are asked to.
The only thing you are allowed to do is giggle and smile and be very
friendly." Exclaimed Mr. Garett.
He stared over at Debbie making sure she had comprehended what he was
saying. She looked so slutty in her outfit and she smelled like urine.
Mr. Garett continued "Also if you want to go potty you must ask
permission by stating the following: 'I have to go wee wee' or 'I have to
make poo poo' do you understand?"
"Gee....I think I do Mr. Garett." Smiled Debbie.
"Good." Said Mr Garett. "Also when you ask to use the potty you must
make sure that you speak in your little girl voice and giggle a lot. The
doctor's appreciate a good little girl when she smiles and askes politely.
Lots of times they will tell you that you are not allowed to use the potty.
If this happens to must stand in front of them and giggle and wait for them
to instruct you to make wee wee and poo poo in your panties.
"Gee Mr. Garett." Wimpered Debbie. "Isn't that smelly and disgusting?'
"Don't worry about it Debbie. You are not allowed to think about what
is right or wrong anymore. You just be a good little girl and please your
new friends and they'll take good care of you do you understand?'
"O.k." giggled Debbie. She knew that Mr. Garett liked it when she
giggled. She also knew that he liked it when she chewed bubble gum and
stuck her finger in her mouth. She also knew that Mr. Garett like it when
she drooled on her shirt. If Mr. Garett's friends were anything like him.
She was going to get along fine. After all, she didn't no any better.
THE END
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