The Rise of Teachers and My Selection as a Pet

Teachers Pet Chapter One By the year 2163, the world had become a much nicer place than in previous generations. Humanity had nearly ruined the planet, but women gradually began to take control. At first it was slow and subtle, starting at universities before spreading through the entire education system. Women proved more capable of managing our global home—a world that men were on the verge of destroying—and their power grew.

These empowered females earned the title ‘Teachers,’ having taught humanity how to thrive by using their innate empathy, femininity, and maternal instincts. Due to a genetic shift, the ratio of men to women had reached 5:1 by 2100, climbing to 10:1 by 2063. Women could now select only the finest males—those who understood they belonged at their feet.

Worshiped and adored for saving the world, these women stood on pedestals while men served them.

The previous all-female government enacted a law requiring all men to undergo selection to determine which would serve as personal servants. Becoming a ‘Pet’ was the most coveted role in this brave new society. With odds of 10:1 (and rising), competition among men grew fierce, and the Teachers set increasingly difficult standards.

My day for testing finally arrived. I had waited months for my letter, hoping to earn a spot as a Teacher’s Pet. Waking early, I dressed and paced my apartment, wondering if I was worthy and whether my preparations were sufficient. Time came to head to the test center—a minimalist structure of pure white render with darkened glass windows. As I ascended the grand sweeping stairs outside, it felt like entering a temple; perhaps that was intentional.

At the reception desk, I presented my appointment letter and ID. The receptionist appeared feminine in hair, makeup, and nails despite being male—a fitting role for those who didn’t pass selection. It was considered beneath a Teacher to hold such positions, as Teachers were too vital to society for demeaning tasks.

I entered the induction room where nine other men awaited selection. We scrutinized one another for strengths or weaknesses before our Teacher arrived. She radiated confidence typical of women in this era and wore 1950s fashion: four-inch black stilettos, seamed stockings, a pinstriped pencil skirt to the knee, and a white cotton blouse. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a bun, her pale complexion highlighted by red lips and smoky eyes behind black-rimmed glasses. We were captivated.

‘Sit down,’ she commanded. We obeyed silently, knowing hidden cameras watched every move so nothing would be missed. Forms for disclaimers and identification were distributed.

‘I am Miss Jane. By day’s end, one of you will become my Pet. You’ll undergo various tests to prove your suitability to serve me. The first begins now: remove all clothing and place it in the lockers to the right. Once everything is secured inside, close and lock each locker, then leave the key on my desk. Move!’

Uncertain if this was part of the test, we scrambled to comply. I shed shoes, t-shirt, jeans, pants, and socks, keeping personal items in pockets. Pushing toward crowded lockers amidst naked flesh frantically searching for space and keys, I managed third place but sat at my desk first.

As the class settled, nervous glances were exchanged regarding our exposed state.

‘Next is the body scan,’ she announced. ‘Line up individually to stand in the booth with hands raised while the machine rotates around you.’

We went one by one. I was grateful for shaving my body hair that morning; most Teachers preferred hairless pets, as it erased signs of masculinity and testosterone—traits blamed for Earth’s earlier troubles.

‘Now a written exam,’ Miss Jane said, handing out papers. She noted the finish time on the board and started the countdown timer. Questions ranged from cooking, cleaning, laundry, D.I.Y., and fashion to general knowledge, ending with personal details like sexual preferences and fantasies. So focused was I on performing well that an hour passed quickly.

Miss Jane walked up and down monitoring us closely. Satisfied with my answers upon submission, though only realizing afterward how naked I felt compared to her attire. Being fully exposed under a dressed Teacher made me feel submissive and controlled. I avoided staring at her impressive figure lest arousal begin. The whole class was then blindfolded for the next test.

Miss Jane checked each knot carefully. When she reached me, I sensed her warmth and perfume tightening mine; her breath on my skin triggered arousal. Next came making love to an inflatable doll in multiple positions within a minute. Because we were blindfolded, we couldn’t learn from previous candidates’ techniques.

Afterward, we gave oral pleasure to dummies equipped with sensors to evaluate our skills. Then each man approached the front to masturbate until erect—a challenging feat under scrutiny. Standing there felt strange; I seemed disconnected from my body while Miss Jane took notes as I stroked myself stiff. Upon erection, she simply said ‘Next.’

I walked back shamefully hard-oned past waiting candidates who avoided touching us. After five hours of testing concluded, the chastity ceremony began.

Candidates knelt before Miss Jane on a stool to receive a custom-fitted metal chastity cage, molded from our earlier scans. Nervous about having my most private area touched by a Teacher—never done before—I feared excitation would mean immediate eviction and life as either a receptionist or male prostitute.

Focusing hard to keep mind off her sexy, hot presence filling me with desire to serve forever, I knelt eyes closed awaiting cold stainless steel around cock and balls. Surprisingly, warm hands touched me first; shivers ran up my spine deep into soul as she placed the cage and snapped the lock. In that instant gratitude washed over just having received her touch.

Opening eyes, I saw her smile melt my heart. She kept the key in a special box before returning proudly to my seat.

it feels strange yet soothing. We halted for lunch. It was a bit awkward because we were still bare-skinned. There was a sense of relief that the examinations had concluded, though we all wondered if our performance warranted being chosen as Teacher’s pet. Soon after, we were summoned back to class and told to take our seats. This was the moment of truth; we would discover our assignments based on the test results. As names and roles were announced, my optimism grew. It came down to the last three, with mine still pending, and then just two candidates remained. My heart pounded rapidly, spinning through possibilities.

‘Next I will announce who becomes my pet,’ she said, noting that we had likely deduced it was between us two. She glanced back and forth, revealing nothing. The tension in the room mounted deliberately. It became hard to bear. ‘My Pet will be… Nat!’

Yes! I pumped my fist in celebration. I could scarcely believe it. I would become Miss Jane’s pet, permitted to care for her, serve her, adore her body, and reside with her. Not as an equal—let us not overestimate—but perhaps she might grow fond of me enough to let me sleep in the same room eventually! With that, she approached to congratulate me and fastened a collar around my neck to mark me as hers. Standing behind me, she secured a leather strap across my throat, tightening it at the rear. It featured a metal loop on the front for clipping a chain for security. Being owned by such a lovely Teacher felt wonderful. I trust her guidance eagerly as I move forward in training.