Miss Strata's Plaything

I looked up, dazed by the attack, and saw Miss Strata towering over me, a cane in her left hand.

As I struggled to my feet, Miss Strata, dressed in the smart outfit you would expect of a teacher, grabbed my hair and dragged me along the floor. All I could do was stumble behind her on all fours...then...then she struck me with the cane, stinging my bottom hard.

I was dragged into a weird room, darkly lit, with...a chair with a big dildo on the seat...a bench with straps and what appeared to be a piston device behind it...assorted whips, cattle prods, straps, gags...straitjackets, stockings, panties...oh god...my god...my eyes wide as she threw me onto an ottoman and gripped my pants and pulled them down.
I struggled weakly, but Miss Strata's strength pinned me down as she stripped off my pants aggressively...oh fuck...her power...please...