Maestra Y Alumno Novels & Stories

I crouch at my Master's feet, submissive as he wishes. Something kisses my aching sex, and I shudder. I gave myself to him long ago. And he gave Michael to me. And now Richard too. It's a heady mix. From above me; a silken rustle; my hair is brushed to one side. But I am not invited to move. No assisting hand raises me to my feet. I wait... The rustle of fabric and the creak of his shoes as my Master shifts on his feet... The scent of new leather and the tang of polish...

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

My wolf stirred, responding to the challenge in her tone, to the way she was looking at me with barely suppressed amusement. My eyes darkened, and I took a step closer to her. "Master?" I watched as realization hit her and her cheeks flushed a deep, telling red and her eyes widened in mortification. "I...that's not...I didn't mean—" she stammered, backing up slightly until she hit the window frame behind her. "It's just a traditional term! In magical training, students always call their teachers master, it's completely normal and appropriate and I wasn't trying to suggest anything—"

Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands."

A FEW DAYS PASS “Dear me, you have surpassed every one of my students,” said Grandmaster Shui. “Thank you, Grandmaster,” said Crown Prince. “Soon, you will be off on your own.” “It’s all thanks to your teaching.” Grandmaster Shui laughed loudly. “Now, let’s run along and get some lunch. I’m starving.” “Yes, Grandmaster.” “Come child, you too,” said Grandmaster Shui to Bella. Bella stood still as she thought he confused her with someone else.

Mr Reyes smiled at her action. “Stay where you are.” She said loudly. “Watch me.” Arya slowly started to touch herself, keeping her eyes in contact with the Master. She smirked a bit when her hand slid between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. “Now touch yourself I want to see it.” Her eyes were now fixed on his erect manhood. “You are forgetting yourself Omega, I’m the Master.” He smiled getting up. “I have to say it was quite refreshing to follow your orders for a bit, but I crave something more than my own hand. I know I went harsh on you yesterday so use your mouth now.”

Alaric’s laughter vibrated through the air. “You could call me materialistic all day long, but I don’t care. After all, it’s not like it’s for free. I’m going to be working for it.” Layla pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you’re really interested, you’re already on the right path. Only elite students can become elite teachers.” “Just elite students? What about the ordinary students?” She raised an eyebrow. “They could become ordinary teachers, but only elite teachers teach elite.” He said, pouring more honey on his remaining pancakes.

One represented the weak, defeated and insecure side, precisely the opposite that had emerged during learning the game. The contrast was so stark that there were people who swore they believed they were literally two women. “Yes friend, you are in check or, better said... you already were when you set foot here and Romantic, isn't that true...?”, he says in a provocative tone as he approaches the master and looks at her from top to bottom. At this moment the teacher becomes visibly nervous. And shaking a lot, she asks a misunderstanding question, “what do you mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

Any person they would recognize upon meeting must be a piano master! Andrew smiled and shook his head, very curious about Linda's teacher. "I'm not afraid either." Maria nodded confidently. "My master is no worse than those world-renowned piano masters. I've been learning from him since I was young, so I have a strong foundation. It's just the top one hundred. I'll easily make it in." Linda knew that Maria’s master was Andrew, although she had never heard of him. But since she had a good relationship with Maria, she naturally wouldn't embarrass him.

"Yes, Master. It is all due to what you have taught me. I have learned to survive with those who do not take in outsiders. I have kept the words of your teachings to maintain a secure path for myself to our goal." "I may become your enemy in the future, my student. How would it be if we meet at opposite sides as master and student? I have expected it amongst students so no identities are exposed. It's such a pity that the paths have diverged in this way instead of staying straight and harmonious."