It was Wednesday afternoon and I was in town with my TM, shopping. This actually means, she was shopping as I was carrying her bags behind her. There were a lot of young students in the city since they had their afternoon off. Since the TM was busy selecting some boring every-day clothes, I let my eyes wander around a little, enjoying specially the sight of a few schoolgirls standing in front of a shop window. They were quite young, maybe 14, but they looked some older, wearing a bit to much make-up. I did not really care for their make-up, to be trough I did not spend a long time looking at their faces. What caught my attention was the nice uniforms they were wearing. They had to be from some semi-conservative school, since they all wore white blouses, plaid skirts and to my great pleasure white pantyhose (or even stockings, my fantasy was telling me, who knows?) and black patent leather marry-janes, with small heels.

I did not realize, that a good amount of blood hat fount it's way in, but not out again, my private area, and that my hardon was showing quite prominent in my pants. Another thing I did not realize, was the fact that I was not the only observer around. My TM was looking at my for quite a while and as she cleared her throat I almost got a heart attack.

"You know it's not polite starring at small girls, showing that much interest in them" she said pointing at he bulge in my pants. My head was showing a nice red color and as I could not contradict her, I just looked down at the floor. She stood there thinking for a while, and then with a wicked smile in her face she said "It seems like you caught me in a good mood today. It seems like you like their attire, maybe you should just go over there and ask them, where they bought their nice clothes."

As suggestions are never really suggestions with a TM, I knew I had to do as I was told. This let sink my heart into my pants, but not my dick. Whether I liked it or not, I had to face it. I approached them with my tomato head and asked them in a trembling voice: "Excuse me, misses, I just wondered, where one could buy the kind of dress you are wearing?". I hate girls in that age for their boldness. "Why you want to know that? You want to have a uniform for yourself? You seem to like ours." They were giggling as they looked down at my barely to hide bulge in my pants. Even redder: "No it's for my daughter, she might like to have clothes like that for herself", was the only clever answer I could think of. Whereas clever is relative, since at my age (28) it is not very likely to have a daughter in that age, and even if - no sane girl that age would want to wear a dress like that without being forced to.

"Ok, if your daughter is in such a need, we can give you the address of a shop. They may even have bigger sizes of uniforms, just in case your daughter is about your size." the pretty but mean girl answered, writing down an address on a piece of paper. I could hear them giggling and talking about that 'pervert' when I headed back to my TM.

My day started to go in a direction I was not sure I liked. My TM liked it, she seemed to be in a very good mood, when she announced "It looks like you also have some shopping to do. Let's go to that shop." As we haded to the shop she teased me, telling me how much she likes schoolgirls as well and how nice it will be when she could my teacher and how nice I will look in this uniform. I was in a condition of shame and arousal, not knowing which of the feelings was stronger. According to the color of my head, it was shame, according to my erection it was arousal.

We arrived at the shop and she let me go in first to buy the uniform and stockings for me. She joined the shop some moments later, pretending not to know me.

I collected the items in the shop and was getting very horny be the looks of the clothes. Specially having to select the stockings, I was oozing precum in my pants from anticipation. The shoes were a special problem, since my TM warned me, not to spend money on shoes that won't fit properly. I had no other choice than to try them on. Just as I was trying to do so without being seen, the salesgirl - a pretty girl in a pretty short skirt - was approaching me with a big smile on her face "Can I help you, Sir?". I blushed and tried not even to think of a cheap excuse. "No thanks, I'm fine, just need to try them on".

Pretending to be just helpful she did not leave "We have a similar model also with some higher heels, I will bring you a pair - but if you want to try them on, you'll better wear a pair of nylon socks."

My TM in the back of the shop almost burst laughing and was obviously having a good time. The salesgirl kept torturing me, made my try on different shoes, walk around with them, and commenting how sexy they will look on a nice girl. She also tortured my, by giving my a nice view of her nice legs, covered in black nylon. I could not look away as she had such nice and shapely legs. "Jealous of my legs? Or just keen of touching them?" she asked as if she was talking about the weather. Not sure, what to say I searched for help looking at my TM. She nodded and I told the salesgirl that I really like to see beautiful girl's legs in nylon. "And you like when a woman tells you, what to do", she added looking at the TM. "Yes I like it" is admitted happy about the revelation of the truth, but also humiliated by my confession.

"Kiss my shoes" she said suddenly, in a unsure but curious voice, not sure if I will do what I am told. I did not know what do do, since I did not want to make my TM angry by following someone else's orders. The TM approached us and without any warning she kicked me in my balls. I dropped to the floor in pain but the TM ignored me for the moment.

"Sometimes he is a little slow, but all in all he is fun. He also has a useful tongue and a nice cock" and then she added to me:"You heard the lady!" Still in pain, but knowing better then to hesitate again, I crawled to the salesgirl and started kissing her shoes. The two women started to chat about my, my cock, my love for shoes and stockings and the weather, while I was left kissing the salesgirls shoes. I was happy down there and even had some nice glimpses of their shapely legs, as they did not make a big effort of hiding them selfs.

To soon we had to leave the shop, since other costumers almost caught us, but on our way home the TM announced: "Don't be sad, I gave her my mobile number - she maybe will join us some day. You know what? - She also likes to play dress up games and I have the feeling, that she has more from you than from me". She had a knowing smile on her face and I had aching balls in by pants, joined be a nice stiff cock that really looked forward to meet that nice salesgirl again.

I was very inpatient went we came home, but my TM did not seem to care. First we had some dinner and later on we watched some TV - my frustration was growing, since I hoped for some relief. When I almost lost the hope for some play-time my TM announced "The lesson starts in 20 minutes, make sure to be dressed popper and in time, the teacher will not tolerate any delay."

I hurried as much as I could, starting to take off my clothes, then i started dressing. First some cotton panties - a bit to small, specially in my momentary state of arousal, the tip of my cock showing over the waistband. Then the nice white opaque stay-ups, they made me so horny - the feels and looks. The bra and the white blouse came on my upper body and the (too) short plaid skirt barely covered my stocking tops. I felt naughty and sexy, specially after I put on my new marry-janes with a quite high heel. To finish my styling I put on some make up and tried to comb my hair as girlish as possible, but as sexy my slim body looked, as ridiculous my colored face looked. I tried several times to make me look as female as possible without having any success. I started to get frustrated in front of the mirror as the door opened and I could see the reflection of the most beautiful teacher. The TM was dressed in a elegant, somewhat old-fashioned, skirt and blazer, black see-trough pantyhose and black stilettos with very high heels. She wore to big fake glasses and had her hair in a knot: The fetish teacher in person.

"You're late!" she said in a stern tone. Then she started to inspect me: She looked at my face and just shook her head "The girls this morning had much more talent, and they where more than 10 years younger than you are.", then she checked for proper fit of my bra, pinching my nipples through the fabric. She inspected the stockings, sending me electrical waves trough my body, "lift your skirt" - I did as i was told, showing my panties, wet from my precum. "Did I tell you to wear panties? I'm quite sure the girls this morning did not ware any in your imagination.". Again i blushed "Sorry, TM, please may I take them off?" " I'll do that", she said tearing them down all but gentle "you talk to much anyway", she continued and stuffed the wet panties in my mouth.

"That looks much better!" she commented, looking at the tent that my erection formed with the skirt. "You have a nice big clit, girl. Do you like your teacher?", she said pointing at my dick. I nodded 'yes' and she continued "Let's see if you still like your teacher after the spanking you earned for being late. There will be no class today - just punishment, since you put more effort into make-up than in being on time. Follow me!". I followed her in the living room, where a single chair was in the middle of the room. She sat down and made sign to come to her. "Bend over my knees, and pull up your skirt so that I have access to your behind." I did what I was told to, placing my dick between her legs and my behind in a exposed state. As she closed her nylon covered legs, my erection was caught at the most beautiful place for a nylon pervert like my. Already I was very close to cum.

"We'll do a hundred spanks - maybe you are lucky and my hand starts to hurt before that. Maybe not and I will use the cane."

She started spanking me and my mind was filled with pain, as her blows were quite strong. But the longer I had to endure the pain the more I became aware of the friction of the pantyhose to my dick. The pain started to become more and more arousing as well and all in a sudden I was in a complete bliss, starting to orgasm. "You naughty, dirty, slut-girl" she shouted spanking even harder, "what a pig you are making such a mess on my pantyhose and shoes". Spurts of semen covered her calves and shoes, coloring the black into white. She continued spanking me even after I finished cumming, making sure that my pleasure turns back to pain. In my post orgasmic depression I was not horny at all and thus I was suffering, without lust. It was not for my pleasure, I realized as blow after blow landed on my sore butt.

"You know what to do!" she just said as she was finished spanking me. I knew: I got on my knees and started to clean the sticky mess from her legs and shoes, eating all the remains of my former pleasure. As normal reaction of the kinky situation I was in again, my dick started to grow again.

"Stop that, you pervert", she shouted "I don't want that stupid dick anymore in an erection" She got up angry went and left the room. When she came back she had tape in her hand and without any hesitation, she took my penis and taped it back between my burning ass checks. The pain added to the pain on my butt.

"You'll have to learn to think of my pleasure and not only at your stupid dick. Now you will continue cleaning me up, and the you will lick my pussy through my pantyhose. Don't even think about touching yourself or stopping before I tell you - I don't even care if your tongue starts to bleed! Now it's my pleasure time!"

I spent the rest of the evening between her legs, bringing my Tm to several orgasms. My dick tried to get hard a few times, but since the tape on my ass and the constriction really hurt, my lust stopped quickly.

After this intense evening I had to sleep on my belly on the ground, my dick still tied back. I woke up several times in the night, since my dreams about the my TM's nylon covered pussy, brought my dick to life - and me back in pain.