Chinese lezdom - video 405

The highschools halls were silent with fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the dark green lockers and reflecting a bit off the recently waxed floors. The wide corridor was empty aside from a single blonde woman barely over the age of nineteen, she walked at a slow pace but was seemingly confident as she strolled slowly along in a equally as confident outfit consisting of a sleeveless white halter top shirt, beige khaki pants and tall brown boots. However, despite Jenns external appearance she was fluctuating between being overjoyed and having a breakdown.
With every step she took her stomach felt like it was twisting into shameful knots while also feeling like it were full of butterflies as if she were riding a roller coaster. It didn't really help that everything looked exactly the same as it had back when she was a student here, the same posters on the walls, the same unpleasant sour milk smell and soon Jenn came upon another very familiar sight that brought her to a halt.
"Of course, that's still here…'Mr.,state principal of the year'...eh, maybe." Jenn read the plaque on a trophy in a display case, there were other trophies there but this one was most prominently displayed, it was also the only one recently shined and polished which made the girl shiver. "If I've been gone a year and that things still shiny then that means…oh man, it's gotta suck to be my replacement."
As Jenn stood there staring into the display case thoughts of her 'replacement' were swiftly overtaken by the memories of the countless hours she'd spent in service to the 'State principal of the year', all the hours spent suffering and groveling, submitting and desperately vying for approval all from a man whose sole interest in her consisted of nothing but tormenting her simply for his own entertainment. During her time in service to Mr. and his large, flat feet Jenn had largely hated every moment of it, all the routine meetings and discipline that were ... upon her…but now that she was an adult in college, she longed to be controlled and told what to do, over the past few months she craved to be instructed and to serve a power higher than herself. Most people, when faced with such internal adversity would turn to religion but not Jenn, four years of constant servitude and a convenient break from college had brought her crawling back to the warm, vile embrace of Mr.Maxwells feet even though she'd sworn to herself she'd never return. Part of her hoped he'd turn her away, though that part was utterly insignificant compared to the shame filled part of her that wanted nothing more than to be commanded to obey countless twisted, degrading orders from the forty-eight year old principal.
"Ugh…what's wrong with me?" Jenn mumbled as she kept walking, her cheeks reddening. "I just want to serv- I just wa- maybe he'll la- ugh! I don't know what I want…this is probably a mistake but I don't think I care…"
Her confident demeanor was briefly rattled as the bell rang loudly, ending the school day and after another moment the hallways were flooded with students, most of which were eagerly rushing towards the exit. Such a sight immediately transported Jenn back to her years long servitude, to all the times she had to fight against the hordes of impatient younglings exiting the school while she tried to reach the principals office, only to be used and degraded at her destination.
"Oh! Jenn!" Her old math teacher said from her classrooms doorway. "Nice seeing you here!"
"O-oh hi Miss.Zhang…" Jenn stammered, walking faster while some miserable brunette girl quietly entered the classroom.
"Don't be a stranger, come visit. And say hi to Mr. for me." The teacher grinned.
"R-right, of course…"
Jenn kept moving forward, feeling even more tempted to leave just like the students as the memories of serving more than just the feet of the principal kept flooding her mind but thoughts of those various teachers quickly faded as the schools office came into view. It was an unassuming location with a help-desk window and a wooden door next to it, it wasn't even the door leading to Mr.Maxwells office but still the sight alone was enough to make her palms sweaty and double her heart rate. Upon reaching that door, Jenn was so overloaded with feelings of deja-vu that she went right in the office and didn't even hear as the friendly secretary greeted her as she'd done countless times before, instead the young college girls blue eyes were fixated on the door at the back of the office. She moved towards it slowly and with reverence, as if approaching the divine altar of a powerful deity(Satan, in this case). She felt terribly overjoyed, nervous, scared and ashamed all at the same time so as she finally reached the door she merely stood there staring into its cheap wooden surface.
"Oh man…I don't know about this." Jenn mumbled, her external shell of confidence fading away. "Maybe this was a mist-"
The secretary innocently used her old phone/intercom thing.
"Mr. your guest has arrived."
From the other side of the door came a voice; strict, stern and harsh.

Herrin Jessi zimsternchen mit ihren beiden persönlichen Sklavinhündinnen Ilayd.a Arsl.an und Inka A.ylin Koh.ler