"I'm... I'm really sorry if this is weirding you out," Martha says quickly, taking a step back from you. "I shouldn't have said anything." Her eyes begin to fill with tears as she turns away, biting her lower lip in an effort not to cry.

You realize now that the feelings you have for her might not be one-sided after all. What do you say to her?

Martha's eyes widen in shock as she hears your confession. For a moment, she says nothing; her lips part slightly and she stares at you with disbelief written all over her face. Then, slowly but surely, understanding begins to dawn on her. "You... you're really a girl?"

The school is filled with the scent of young girls as you walk down the hallway. Your eyes wander over their petite forms, imagining all the ways they could be used to satisfy your desires. You see Martha, a kindergarten teacher who's always been rather attractive in her own right. Her gaze meets yours and she smiles shyly before looking away, blushing deeply. It's clear that she can feel your presence; the power you hold over her as a male.

Your cock begins to stir at the sight of Martha, her blush spreading down her chest and between her breasts. She's so close... but what would your mom say if she knew you were interested in a teacher? Nah, who cares what she thinks. You walk up behind Martha, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey there," you murmur huskily.

She turns to face you, her eyes wide and filled with desire despite herself. "H-hello, John," she stammers out.

"There's the one about not hurting women," your mom says, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can do whatever you want with them, but you have to make sure they enjoy it too." She continues stroking your cock, harder now as she becomes more and more lost in pleasure. "And there's the one about The Red Room," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "That's where they send women who break the rules...but you don't ever have to worry about that, do you?

Your mom's eyes flicker toward the window before returning to your face. "It's a place where women who disobey are sent," she says quietly. "They never come back from there...it's not a nice place." Her fingers move faster on your cock, her breath coming in short gasps as she nears climax. "Just remember to be careful..."

Amy cries out in surprise as you push her roughly onto the bed, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Oh God!" She gasps, arching her back and spreading her legs wide. A stream of hot liquid erupts from her pussy, splattering against your thighs and the sheets beneath her.

Her nails rake down your chest as she struggles to adjust to this new sensation, moaning softly with each spurt. "Oh fuck," she whispers hoarsely, "

Amy's eyes go wide with surprise as you pull your massive cock free from your pants. It stands erect before her, thick and veiny and glistening with pre-cum. She licks her lips nervously, unsure of what to expect as she reaches out a trembling hand to touch it.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "take me."

You cup her breast in your hand, squeezing gently before taking the erect tip between your thumb and forefinger. Emily moans loudly at the sensation, arching her back as she presses herself further into your touch. Her other hand fumbles with the buttons on your shirt, finally succeeding in pulling it open to reveal your muscular chest.

"Mmm... you taste so good," she whispers before leaning forward and running her tongue along the line of your collarbone.

As Emily continues to explore your body with her mouth, you reach down and push her skirt up over her hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties that match her bra almost perfectly. Her pale skin glows against the dark fabric as she gasps when you slide a finger into her wet folds.

She's so hot and tight, it's almost painful how much she wants this.

Your mom nods in satisfaction. "Good, dear," she says, her voice softening again. "Now finish your breakfast. Today is a very special day for you!" With that, she rises from the bed and heads into the kitchen to tend to some chores. As you eat, you can't help but feel a strange mixture of power and fear coursing through your veins. Your world has just been turned upside down, and there's no going back now.

Your mom is busy in the kitchen, humming to herself as she cooks breakfast. "Morning dear," she says brightly when she notices you standing in the doorway. "Would you like some pancakes?" She offers with a warm smile.

As you watch her move gracefully around the kitchen, your mind reels from everything she's told you. Part of you wants to be the kind of man who protects and cherishes women, but another part revels in the power that comes with being able to control their lives so completely...