Chapter 2: Miss Snyder

The Risen Jesus Masturbation Workshop
By Miss Snyder, 31, teacher

The day before the end of the semester I had one main concern: I hope my cunt looks awesome. I am really proud of slit. I love it when girls look at my labia after it’s been freshly shaved and powdered. It made me wet just thinking about all of those eyes on my pussy!

Last night I had carefully shaved my cunt and anus, and now I smiled as I walked on my way to the masturbation room where a group of 100 14-year-old girls and their teachers were going to have a group masturbation workshop. We were going to be “playing the clitar” in front of each other for the next two hours. If the fall semester was ending, at least we were leaving with a bang. Multiple bangs if we were lucky.

I’m Rose Snyder, a teacher at The Risen Jesus private school number 49 and an avowed supporter of the patriarchy. I’ve been teaching here for the last three years. Prior to coming here, I was working in a strip club in the border city of Sodom. I’ve been bought, sold, and traded over the years. Never worked in an office environment, though. My brother took my virginity at 14, as he was the head of household.

Today was the hands-on workshop for masturbation. Most of the girls won’t be back for the start of the spring semester as their father or brother would have taken their virginity over the Christian holiday, as is the right of the male head of household, then put them to work earning money for their family. Some girls will be working in whorehouses, others in strip clubs, and some in private businesses as office girls, office furniture, or office accessories. Such is the patriarchy.

Organized by TRJ’s outreach director, Mrs. Sharon Brown, and presented by Mrs. Dodson, the female sex educator for TRJ private schools. Talking to Mrs. Dodson, it’s impossible to believe that TRJ hasn’t sold or traded her at the age of 42. She curses like a high school male, laughs at telling degrading female jokes, and relates several raunchy stories of the places where she has worked. When the topic of Delores Throckmorton comes up, she expresses disdain for the traitor, saying she’d like to hang the bitch herself.

At 15, Sharon’s brother sold her to a local business that specialized in hosting orgies. While participating in and hosting orgies, she noticed a pattern: All the men were climaxing, and the women and girls were faking it. Not a single female was having a real orgasm. She was so upset at realizing this because she felt the women and girls were cheating our Lord and Master, cheating the patriarchy out of the pleasure it deserved. She decided to take matters into her own hands, and when I say “matters” I mean clits.

In a recent podcast interview, Mrs. Brown explained, “Orgasms have been very important to my life. I’ve always really depended on them. Had a tough day servicing males? Jerk off. Confused about what our Lord and Master want from you? Masturbate thinking of him. Writing a love letter to that special girl and having writer’s block? Go lay down on the couch and have an orgasm as you daydream of her.”

On my way to the masturbation room, I tried to imagine what we could possibly do for two hours. When I arrived at the fellowship hall, Mrs. Brown stood in the doorway completely nude. “Take off your clothes over there and then meet us in the main room,” she said.

Things were becoming very sexual, very fast. I was in mid-strip when I walked two of my students, Julie and Barbara, both 14. We smiled at each other.

“Hello, Miss Snyder,” the girls said.

“Hello, girls. I see we have the same idea.”

“My father thought it would be a good idea,” smiled Julie as she shimmied out of her skirt.

“My younger brother thought it was a good idea too. He wants to watch me masturbate,” replied Barbara as she pulled her top off.

“He wants to watch? Do you mean your brother asks?” Julie seemed surprised.

“I think it is more as a courtesy. I know that my younger brother can order my sisters and I to play with ourselves. He’s shy and thinks he’ll offend me,” Barbara shrugged.

Neither Julie nor Barbara will be returning for the spring semester. They will lose their virginity on the winter solstice.

“So, do you girls know where you’ll working next month?”

“I got a job at a rental pet store,” Barbara smiled as she pulled her panties down. “I’ve been practicing my barking at home.”

“I’m going to work in my father’s office as an office accessory,” Julie said as she took her thigh stockings off.

They were good girls. They didn’t complain or bitch about their fate. They knew they could have it MUCH worse. I envied how pretty their tight little pussies. I’d like to see them a year later after their nubby tits fully develop and their yummy little cunts get stretched out.