Warning: This is an explicit semi-fictional/semi-autobiographical

multipart series involving White Daddy / south asian boy raceplay,

crossdressing, and more. If you are not of age and/or find the notion of White Cock superiority to be offensive, then please do not read on.

Instructor Mike’s Academy – Part 3 – Is this Love?

I picked up the note and read carefully so as to not miss anything:

“Hello little aimee. As the days go on, your instructions will become more complex but today we will start simple. You’ll notice the pretty pink panties and sundress that you wore for me yesterday on the bed. Put those on, and then slide into the slippers at the foot of the bed before heading to the vanity. Put on the blond pigtail wig, then put on the clip-on earrings I left there for you before grabbing your doggy bed and coming downstairs. Place the doggy bed at the foot of my recliner, have a seat, and announce yourself. I will join you shortly after.”

Seems simple enough. I quickly slipped on the panties, which easily covered my spent dicklet, and then threw on the sundress. The slippers were a nice touch as I’m a waif and often cold, especially in skimpy clothing. I took a closer look at them and they said QT and Pie…cute! The wig had an adhesive and took a few tries to get on correctly. The earrings were far more simple to put on as I checked myself in the mirror. I looked sexy! Like a pretty girl. I scampered downstairs at 2:59, set up the bed and then announced, “Instructor Mike, I am prepared and in position.”

As I sat on the demeaning doggy bed, I took stock of who and what I was becoming. The frilly panties felt amazing, and I looked cute, but my masculinity was still rebelling against this new reality. It was a tug of war between my old hopes and dreams and the epiphany of White Cock Superiority, coupled with confusing feelings for Instructor Mike. The fear and uncertainty was creeping back in. I guess such a rapid change can lead to an equally rapid response pushing me back.

Mike walked into the living room carrying 2 different colored drinks. His hair was a bit tussled after the shower and that along with his beard made me stare at him longingly. He was wearing blue silk pajamas and I could see his Big White Cock flopping around in them as he walked over. The Cock hole in the pajamas was open and I caught glimpses of it as he got close and sat down, putting the drinks on a side table. I turned to face him sitting Indian-style, my panties visible to him with my hiked up dress.

“Instructor Mike, I would like to thank you if it is permitted.”

“By all means. If you feel the need to thank a White Man, you have correctly asked for permission. Pull off my pajama bottoms and proceed.”

As I reached my hands over to his waistband, he lifted up a bit and I then removed his bottoms completely as he slid his slippers to one side. I sensed the nearness of his Tremendous Cock, reached over as he pulled his shirt up a bit to give me full access, and prayed to it as it deserved. I resisted the urge to sniff and then planted my 10 allowed kisses all over his Big White Cock and Balls.

“Thank you for thinking of me with the slippers to help keep me warm while still showing off my body for you, Instructor Mike. They are so cute!” I resumed my position on the doggy bed.

“My pretty little aimee is looking very cute in her outfit. A bad Dom only takes and never gives. I saw that your slim body was chilly yesterday, so I was sure to buy something to help keep you warm. When you are with a White Man, remember that it is his right to use you for pleasure however and whenever he desires. However, if he is not bringing you happiness as well then you have the right to walk away. No relationship or encounter results in a 50-50 split. In general, the larger Man utilizes the smaller and weaker boys and girls to tame the Dominant animal brain within. When those drives are sufficiently satiated, a small reward may be in order if the Man feels the boy/girl has performed well.”

“Thank you for explaining that, Sir! It felt really nice to receive such a nice present. So much is happening so quickly that I don’t know what to say or do.” As I said this it was hard to maintain eye contact as I wanted to stare again at his Magnificent Meat, but I restrained myself and focused.

“Sir never has that problem, which is why He is here to guide confused little ones like you. I will say that I am very impressed with both your intelligence and obedience. You will make a wonderfully servile little sissy.”

He patted and stroked my head with one hand as he took a sip of his drink with the other. He was right, of course. I was very intelligent and listened carefully to Sir’s orders. Coupled with the fact that my enthusiasm stemming from my sponge-like desire to learn about sex made me the perfect “student.” I can see why Mike enjoys this so much and why I am not the first teenager on the doggy bed.

“Have you ever drank alcohol before, little aimee?,” he asked as he looked down at me commandingly while adjusting his Cock, forcing me to steal a glance.

“I tried a Budweiser once, Sir, but I didn’t like the taste.”

He pulled his hand from possessively stroking my head and handed me the other drink which was a clear liquid with ice and a lime on the rim. “This is a vodka tonic with lime. Try it. I made it weak for you since you’re a lightweight in every sense of the word.”

As I took a sip from the pink straw I felt a little burn as it went down, but it was much better than the beer.

“I thought you’d like that. We call that a chick drink which suits your girly figure so you don’t get sloppy drunk. Much lower alcohol content than my bourbon on the rocks.” He waved it in front of my face and my eyes burned. He laughed and said, “Leave the Man drinks to the Men. So what kind of drinks do you like and why, little aimee?,” he asked snarkily.

“I like chick drinks, Sir. My girly figure makes Man drinks out of the question for me. Thank you for introducing me to it. I like it very much!” I did and started drinking it down a bit faster.

“Good girl, aimee. I wanted to give you a little alcohol to loosen you up for the next lesson, but as you’ve come to find out, the lesson never ends. Finish your drink and then give me a nice foot massage.”

I downed the drink which, as promised, only got me a little buzzed.