Tiffany Reisz

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Felt Tips - Now out in paperback!

What is FELT TIPS? I'm glad you asked! FELT TIPS is the world's greatest anthology of office-supply-related erotica. Over forty authors donated stories and every cent of the proceeds goes toward a charity that supports underprivileged classrooms. FELT TIPS has been available as an eBook since December. Now it's available on Amazon in paperback.

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My story in FELT TIPS is called "The Teacher's Pet." It stars Mistress Nora and Sheridan and some strategically-placed binder clips.  


The Teacher’s Pet

By Tiffany Reisz

            One of these days Sheridan would learn that Mistress Nora heard everything. Memory of an elephant and one little random stray sentence uttered in her presence was as eternal as a topless photo posted on the Internet. She couldn’t even say for certain when she’d made the off-hand comment about teachers being among the various authority figures she found attractive. It must have been at Kingsley’s that night. Nora, Kingsley, Griffin were all there along with a few of the more highly-favored submissives who’d been given the honor of serving the Dominants their dinner and wine.

            “I don’t remember ever having crushes on my teachers,” Mistress Nora had said as she drained the last of her red wine. She snapped her fingers in Sheridan’s direction, and Sheridan returned to the Mistress’s side with the bottle. “Not in high school anyway. A few cute college professors, but back then, I only had eyes for You-Know-Who.”

            Kingsley gave her a lascivious knowing grin.

            “You-Know-Who was a teacher when he was eighteen. Taught modern languages at our school,” Kingsley reminded Nora after he too had finished his wine. She loved being around Kingsley when he’d had more than a glass. His French accent grew thicker, his hands wandered even more. “I used to stand outside his classroom and watch him. I’d never seen such alert students.”

            “They must have been terrified of him, Monsieur,” Sheridan said as she poured for the Mistress. Sheridan stiffened slightly when she felt a hand on the back of her knee. She’d put on a little white cocktail dress, white strappy heels and no panties whatsoever before coming to serve at Kingsley’s table. The white dress Mistress Nora had picked out. The total lack of underwear, that had been Sheridan’s idea.

            “Non, pas du tout,” Kingsley said, leaning forward and steepling his fingers. “They adored that blond monster. Absolute devotion.”

            “I know that feeling,” Mistress Nora said as she slid her hand up Sheridan’s thigh. Sheridan put a hand on the table to steady herself as the Mistress slipped one finger into her. “I hated school until him. But once I had him helping me with my math homework...let’s just say homework became a far pleasanter experience.”

            “I always helped him grade the French homework.” Kingsley took a ripe red grape from a silver bowl and popped it into his mouth. “One red pencil and I could bleed all over those poor boys’ papers. It’s an accent aigu, not rocket science.”

            And that’s when Sheridan had said it, rather under her breath and entirely off-hand.

            “I wish one my teachers had fucked me when I was in high school. That would have been so hot...illegal, but so hot.”

            But she couldn’t be held accountable for a statement like that, could she? Not with Nora’s index finger tickling her cervix.

            And Mistress Nora hadn’t said a word about it that night, about Sheridan’s long-ago dream to be sexually used by one of her teachers. The conversation had moved on to other, safer subjects than the man Mistress Nora called You-Know-Who and Kingsley called The Blond Monster. That had been over a month ago...six weeks even. So it never occurred to Sheridan that one day she’d call to make an appointment with the Mistress and receive this as an answer.

            “Little Miss, I think we need to explore your erotic fascination with authority figures, authority figures other than powerful men in business suits. Dress like a school girl and wait in Kingsley’s playroom. Wear panties this time. That’s an order.”

            Nora hung up before Sheridan could even utter her usual, “Yes, Mistress.”

            Sheridan had gone to a public high school in Chicago and hadn’t worn a uniform, but she knew the Mistress had gone to parochial schools all her life. Something about that Catholic schoolgirl uniform just did it for Sheridan. Hopefully it would do it for the Mistress too. Sheridan gave herself a once-over in the mirror in one of Kingsley’s bedrooms. She’d found a red and black pleated skirt and pulled it on and some white cotton panties. They seemed rather safe and schoolgirl-esque. A white polo shirt to match her white knee socks and saddle shoes completed her transformation. She’d arranged her blond hair into pigtails with little white bows. At twenty-three, Sheridan still had the breasts of a fourteen-year-old girl, so she didn’t even bother with a bra. The Mistress had demanded panties. No other underwear had been mentioned.

            As she looked at herself in the mirror, Sheridan felt the first rush of arousal. She loved scening with the Mistress. Why more women didn’t play with a Dominatrix was beyond her. As one of Mistress Nora’s very few female clients, Sheridan knew she occupied a rather privileged position. The men who came to the Mistress paid through the nose to get brutalized and beaten into a bloody pulp by the legendarily sadistic Dominatrix. Sheridan got the beatings too, but she got one thing the men didn’t get--orgasms hand delivered by the infamous Little Red Riding Crop herself.

            By the time Sheridan got to the playroom, she knew she was already starting to soak her white cotton panties. No one had the power to get her off quite like The Mistress. Nora knew all Sheridan’s secret fetishes--business suits, powerful authority figures, being treated like a little girl who existed solely to be used for another person’s sexual pleasure...

            Sheridan opened the door to Kingsley’s playroom and nearly laughed out loud. It had been transformed from a BDSM dungeon--albeit a posh one--into a classroom, a large rolling chalkboard and desk included. An old-fashioned student’s desk sat at the middle of the room in front of the chalkboard. She did laugh out loud at what the Mistress had written on the board--“Ms. Sutherlin.” Apparently she wasn’t to call her Mistress Nora today. Ms. Sutherlin...she could get used to that. Sheridan took her seat at the desk and waited. She wasn’t sure how much time passed--five minutes, maybe ten. But it seemed like an hour of breathless impatience waiting for the Mistress to arrive. When the door opened behind her Sheridan held her breath.

            “Well, at least you’re on time for class today,” came a woman’s voice from over her shoulder, cold and stern. “You missed yesterday.”

            “I’m sorry, Ms. Sutherlin. I didn’t mean to miss class.” Sheridan tried to sound as contrite as possible and it came out sounding genuinely repentant. During her BDSM sessions with the Mistress, Sheridan put all her years of stage training to good use.

            “You didn’t just miss class, Young Lady,” Nora said, coming to stand in front of Sheridan. “You missed a test.”

            Sheridan looked up at Nora and nearly broke character with a smile. Usually Nora dressed in men’s style business suits for their sessions. Sheridan had such a fetish for Armani that merely being around a man or woman in such a suit could get her half-way to orgasm. But today the beautiful black-haired, green-eyed Dominatrix wore a tight black pencil skirt, a white blouse tucked in, black and white heeled spectator shoes. Nora had gone all out to play the part of the stern and scary teacher. She had her beautiful wavy black hair pulled back into a severe bun and black retro-chic glasses on. As if she didn’t look powerful and erotic enough, she even wore a black tie with a perfect windsor knot at her neck. There wasn’t a straight high school boy in the world who wouldn’t drop to his knees in front of Ms. Sutherlin and pledge his eternal devotion. Sheridan certainly would.

            “A test? I forgot about the test.” Sheridan laid her head down on her desk in absolute defeat.

            “Yes, a test. You have a zero where a grade should be. Now what should we do about that, young lady? Leave it a zero?”

            “I can do make-up work,” Sheridan said, raising her head and looking up at Nora. “I’ll do anything. A paper, a make-up test...anything.”


            Sheridan nodded eagerly.

            “Absolutely anything. I have to get into a good college,” she said, almost laughing again. All her young life her father had drilled the importances of getting good grades into her. Good grades, good college, good life. Instead of college, she’d gone to Broadway, become an actress, and now make six-figures an episode on her tv show. But playing submissive to Mistress Nora...that was her favorite role.

            “I’m sure we can come up with some make-up work you could do for me,” Nora said as she came to stand behind Sheridan’s desk. She gently tugged on one of Sheridan’s curling blond pigtails.

            “I’m sure we could too, Ms. Sutherlin.” 

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