The cool of the autumn afternoon was not enough to take away the heat of nervousness Abigail felt throughout her entire twenty-four-year-old body. The first-year teacher had only been at Hatley on Kent for six months. Since training and orientation last Spring, she had easily acclimated to the all-boys school. As one of the only literary teachers, she had also become quite a favorite of the student body. Standing a fit 5‘...

Abigail Ferguson's nipples were sore this morning. She applied some gel that Carina, her friend and fellow pet, had given her after an unruly and somewhat long session with Mistress and her friend "Mrs. Black." Since coming to know the behind-the-veil story of the boys' school, Hatley on Kent, the first-year teacher had fully embraced her secret life as the headmistress' sex slave and pet. With all of the other female mem...