Summer vacation is looming  ... but for you, dear boy, school's about to start. Mistress Kaye Buckley will teach you the finer points of submission and service—if, that is, you prove to be worthy pupil.

You know you've dreamed of this—a strict, uncompromising, beautiful woman pointing right at you. Listen, she says, you've earned yourself detention. Alone. With me.

Hear the school bell ring. Everyone else floods out the doors, and you stay still in your seat. Your fingers grip the metal bars under your chair. Mistress Kaye strides over to close and lock the door. Turning back to you, she unbuttons the top of her blouse, then her cuffs, and she rolls up her sleeves.

You were playing with yourself, weren't you? Mistress Kaye chides.

Your eyes well with tears. You've disappointed the one woman who has guided you, helped you, set your senses on fire with her voice, her touch, her expertise in the realm of Dominance and submission. You nod, ashamed, your stomach in knots.

Mistress Kaye's long red fingernail scratches the underside of your chin. She taps her finger, and you know to lift your eyes. When they meet hers, you note her disappointment—but also her excitement.

You'll wash the blackboard, she says, while I collect the implements needed to discipline you.

Dusty chalk covers your fingers. Metal clangs behind you; wood taps upon wood; drawers open and close. When Mistress Kaye commands you to turn around, she's holding nipple clamps. On her desk are a cane, a cock ring, and heavy leather cuffs.

She takes your nipple between her thumb and forefinger. You take a deep breath in, and you surrender ...



Mistress Kaye Buckley, (415) 379-4886