Message-ID: <24728asstr$961204222@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <000701bfd70a$ac01b0e0$0dc6f6d1@computer01> From: "Harry Grant" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 Subject: {ASSM} "Dumb Debbie" Part 1 M/f/WS/coercion Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 21:10:24 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, gill-bates Comments: This story depicts the exploitation and humiliation of a young teenage girl. If you are a male who believes that women should be sub-serviant to men, read on! Story_codes: M/f/WS/coercion Story_intro: Debbie is a dumb blonde who hates school and has trouble understanding simple tasks and terms in the classroom. Her teacher Mr Garett, has just the right idea for her. "Dumb Debbie" (Part I) by H. Grant Debbie wandered the highway waiting for her math teacher Mr. Garett as the sun was setting. She was dressed in tight cut off jeans that were so short and tight that they revealed most of her ass. They were torn and shredded at the base with little rips and holes in them. Her hair was natural blonde and her lips were full and ripe with cherry red lipstick. Her eyes were caked with black eye shadow and glitter just above the eyelides. Debbie wasn't very bright at all. In fact, she had just failed general English which was the easiest level English class in the school. Her parents had received her report card and yelled at her. Angry and confused, she had decided to run away. She didn't like her parents and she didn't like school. All of those hard math problems that involved adding numbers it just made her head hurt when she tried to think too much. In fact, the only thing Debbie learned in school was what men liked. She had discovered that by doing certain things - special things, men began to notice her and like her. She loved it when the men told her how smart and pretty she was. One time her math teacher Mr. Garett called her into his private office after school. He told her that she was very pretty and that he was impressed with how quickly she had learned how to add and subtract. This confused Debbie because she had just failed her addition test. "Gee Mr. Garett, I thought you called me in here because I couldn't solve the math problems you gave me." Said Debbie with a index finger in her mouth and a confused look on her pretty little face. "That's all right Debbie. Try not to think too hard, it's not good for you." Soothed Mr. Garett. He stared at the cute little blonde. She was swaying slightly back and forth in front of him - her hips moving from side to side as if she had to go to the bathroom. Debbie was a confused little tart. Mr. Garett had pulled her file from student inventory room and discovered to his delight that her I.Q. was below 70. He also knew from observing Debbie that she was very impressionable and could be easily made to laugh and giggle and persuaded to do things. He observed most of all that she wanted to be popular like the cheerleaders on the cheerleading squad. Debbie had already discovered early on that by wearing certain clothes - specifically tight revealing outfits, men paid more attention to her. Tight tops that cut off just below her nipples and revealed most of the lower half of her precious globes made her extremely popular with the boys and teachers at school. So here she was. Standing in front of Mr. Garett in her tight cut off jeans and cherry red cut off top that revealed the bottom of her massive boobies. Her hair was done up in pigtails and her eyes were practically smeared with slutty eye shadow. Her lips were swollen with cherry red lipstick and occasionally without even knowing her hot little tongue darted out from between her lips moistening her hot little mouth. Mr. Garett instructed her to be quiet while he stared at her. His gaze moved up and down her voluptuous body and fell at her crotch. The cut off jeans revealed almost all of her upper thighs and stopped short at her cunt forming a little "V". The jeans were about two sizes too small for the dumb blonde and pulled so tightly against her crotch that he could see the outline of her pink puffy panties and more specifically, the little folds of her vagina. Mr. Garret gazed intently at Debbie. Suddenly something struck him. "Step closer to the desk Debbie, I want to have a closer look at you." Commanded Mr. Garett. Debbie didn't want to get Mr. Garett angry so she stepped forward eagerly. Mr. Garett look intently at Debbie's crotch. There was a little wet spot that had formed between her legs. On the surface it appeared that Debbie had creamed herself with pussy goo, most of the moisture probably was, but it was also a little damper than usual. "Now Debbie, your a very smart girl and I'm very impressed with your performance in class. You want to continue to please me don't you Debbie - after all, you wouldn't want to fail general math now would you?" asked Mr. Garett. "Oh no Mr. Garett!" blurted Debbie with a little bit of drool coming out of her mouth. "Please don't fail me. My parents wouldn't like that and they would yell at me. I don't like being yelled at Mr. Garett." "Ok Debbie I won't fail you. But you must do what I tell you like a good girl. You want to be a good girl don't you Debbie?" sneered Mr. Garett. "Oh yes Mr. Garett. I'll do anything you want. Just don't fail me - I want to be smart and get good grades." Cooed Debbie in the best little girlish voice she could muster. She knew men liked that. "Alright Debbie, you be a smart girl and open your legs for me. Step closer to my chair....that's a good girl I want to smell you." Debbie stepped even closer to Mr. Garett. She was so glad the Mr. Garett thought she was smart and pretty. A man of such power and status was certain to spread the word around about how smart she was. Soon she would be able to apply for scholarships and get into college and please her parents. She knew that some day if she tried really hard, she would get even smarter and learn how to speak properly and to add and subtract. Debbie also knew that when she got done using the toilet, she should think really hard and try to remember to wipe herself. Sometimes she remembered and sometimes she didn't. This was one of those times when she forgot. As she stepped closer to Mr. Garret, she grew more excited at the prospect of being probed and smelled by a very powerful man - a teacher! "Good girl Debbie....spread those little legs....see how smart you are? You'll do anything I want won't you Debbie....don't say yes or no....just giggle your reply. Debbie giggled and spread her legs. Mr. Garret pulled her closer and pressed his nose up against her crotch and smelled. She sure smelled like girly goo alright, but there was also a hint of pee pee odor mixed in. "Did Debbie make pee pee in her panties?" asked Mr. Garett. "Gee I don't know Mr. Garett....I guess so...do you promise not to tell anyone if I tell you a secret." "Sure Debbie, you can tell me. After all I'm you're teacher" exclaimed Mr. Garett. "Well....sometimes when I go potty I forget to wipe myself." murmured Debbie in a little wee voice. "That's ok Debbie. Wiping isn't good for you. It requires too much thought. I want you to promise me like a good girl that you will forget about wiping yourself when you use the potty." "O.k. Mr. Garett. It will be easy to forget. I forget about a lot of things." Chimed Debbie. "I know Debbie. That's what makes you so special and popular. Now I want you to turn around and bend over, I have a feeling your pee pee wasn't the only place you forgot to wipe...I want to smell your bottom. Debbie dutifully turned around and bent over. She felt Mr. Garett's hands slowly pull her cheeks apart. Her cut off jeans allowing access to her most private and intimate area....Mr. Garett began to probe the inner lining of pink panties with his fingers. Slowing he reached around and unbuttoned her jeans form the other side. Then his hands found her zipper and pulled it down loosening the jeans considerably. "Stand up for a second Debbie so that I can pull you pants down." Said Mr. Garett. "What's a second Mr. Garett...I don't know what that word means." asked Debbie. "Never mind Debbie. Would you like some bubble gum to chew on while I inspect you?" "Oh yes Mr. Garett. I just love bubble gum. It's my most favorite thing in the world" cheered Debbie. Mr. Garett proceeded with more important things while Debbie chewed mindlessly on her bubble gum making loud slurping sounds and giggling. With one hand Mr. Garett shoved Debbie forward again this time making sure her pink pantied hiney was right near his face. Mr. Garett inhaled deeply smelling Debbie's sweet dumb girly odors. He took a finger a peeled back Debbie's panties to reveal her inner crotch. Next he pulled his desk lamp forward so that it shined a bright beam of light right on her exposed bottom. Mr. Garett was searching for little traces of BM but found none. "Debbie you've been a very naughty girl....you wiped your hiney....smart girls aren't supposed to do that sort of thing. Only men are allowed to do that" said Mr. Garret. "Gee I'm sorry Mr. Garett. I promise I won't do it again. I feel so stupid" cried Debbie. "That's alright Debbie. It's ok to be dumb and stupid. That's what men like. If you really want to get ahead in this world, it's better to be that way." "Really Mr. Garett? It's o.k. to be dumb? I'm so glad because now I can tell you my other secret that nobody knows accept my parents. "That's o.k. Debbie. You can tell me. But first let me make something very clear to you. Your secrets can only be secrets from other girls. Do you understand Debbie? Men are different" exclaimed Mr. Garett. Debbie nodded slowly trying to figure out what Mr. Garett meant. "Men are supposed to know all of your secrets Debbie. If you tell them, they can make good things happen to you....they can make you feel better and all good inside. Do you understand" asked Mr. Garett. Debbie nodded again slowly chewing her bubble gum. "Now what's your other secret?" soothed Mr. Garett "Well..." stammered Debbie. "I have trouble thinking and figuring things out." There was a moment of silence as Debbie concentrated hard on what she was going to say next. Her discomfort in coming up with words was clearly visible to Mr. Garett. Finally she continued, "I....I need to be given directions and told what to do." She wimpered. "That's ok Debbie. I'm going to help you." Said Mr. Garett. "Really?" blurted Debbie. "Thank you Mr. Garett. I'll do anything you want. I hate school and I hate home and I hate my parents." "Ok. Debbie I want you to listen carefully and do exactly as I say. I want you to get you clothes back on and wait for me out on the main road after school. I'm going to take you to a special place for girls like you. There you will meet several of my friends...they are all doctor's and they are very rich. They will take care of you for the rest of your life. You won't have to worry about food, shelter, or clothing ever again. All of these things, especially clothing will be provided for you. Do you understand Debbie?" "Oh yes Mr. Garett. I love being taken care of. I'll do anything you want and I just can't wait to meet your friends. Are there any other girls I can play with?" "No Debbie. You won't be meeting other girls. However there will be other girls living where you'll be staying, but they are only allowed to interact with men. They will be staying in separate rooms." Exclaimed Mr. Garret. "Gee Mr. Garett." Wimpered Debbie in her little girl voice. "Who will I play with." "You'll see Debbie." soothed Mr. Garett. "Your going to meet some new friends and their all going to love playing with you. All you have to remember is that you must do as you're told like a good girl. Remember they're all doctors and they know what is best for you Debbie. Now go outside and wait out on the curb by the highway and I'll pick you up shortly. Do not talk to anybody....especially any police. "O.K." Debbie stammered as she bent down and picked up her jeans that were lying on the floor. Pulling them tightly over her waist, she smiled at Mr. Garett and quickly left the room. Debbie continued to pace the highway curb outside the school yard. She felt all giggly and excited. Mr. Garett was going to take good care of her! She just couldn't wait to see her new home. Suddenly a van pulled up next to her on the road. It was Mr. Garett! "Hop in Debbie. We're going on a long trip." Said Mr. Garett. "Yipee" cheered Debbie as she climbed into the van. While they were driving Debbie looked around the interior of the van. She spotted some curious things. On the floor in the back of the van there were several items scattered about on the floor. Loose clothing littered the floor consisting of silk bras, crotchless panties and piles of make up kits. Also on one of the built in shelves was a pile of medicine bottles with labels that Debbie couldn't read or even begin to understand. There were also surgical tools and needles. "What's all this stuff doin' in the back of your van Mr. Garett?" asked Debbie in her little wee voice. "Don't worry about it Debbie. Don't try to figure it out. Remember, thinking is bad for you unless you are instructed to do something is that clear?" "Yes Mr. Garett." Wimpered Debbie afraid that she had upset Mr. Garett. "Now Debbie, we are getting very close to your new home and there are a few rules I want you to follow. The first rule is that you are not allowed to speak to your new friends. They are all doctor's and they are a lot smarter than you. If you want to make them your friends you have to behave as they tell you. You are not allowed to talk unless you are asked to. The only thing you are allowed to do is giggle and smile and be very friendly." Exclaimed Mr. Garett. He stared over at Debbie making sure she had comprehended what he was saying. She looked so slutty in her outfit and she smelled like urine. Mr. Garett continued "Also if you want to go potty you must ask permission by stating the following: 'I have to go wee wee' or 'I have to make poo poo' do you understand?" "Gee....I think I do Mr. Garett." Smiled Debbie. "Good." Said Mr Garett. "Also when you ask to use the potty you must make sure that you speak in your little girl voice and giggle a lot. The doctor's appreciate a good little girl when she smiles and askes politely. Lots of times they will tell you that you are not allowed to use the potty. If this happens to must stand in front of them and giggle and wait for them to instruct you to make wee wee and poo poo in your panties. "Gee Mr. Garett." Wimpered Debbie. "Isn't that smelly and disgusting?' "Don't worry about it Debbie. You are not allowed to think about what is right or wrong anymore. You just be a good little girl and please your new friends and they'll take good care of you do you understand?' "O.k." giggled Debbie. She knew that Mr. Garett liked it when she giggled. She also knew that he liked it when she chewed bubble gum and stuck her finger in her mouth. She also knew that Mr. Garett like it when she drooled on her shirt. If Mr. Garett's friends were anything like him. She was going to get along fine. After all, she didn't no any better. THE END ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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