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This made my dayI live in close proximity to a school. Sometimes I hang around to jeer at the teachers arriving in the morning, or leaving after their final class in the afternoons:
"Look at you in your clown outfits!" I scream at them, "the mortar-boards, the long coats! You twots can't educate worth shit. Do you know what the square on the hypotenuse is equal to? I'll bet you fucking don't. The sum of the square on the other two sides, that's what. But only in a right-angled triangle, you mugs!"
Occasionally I bring a few friends along and we chat when there aren't any teachers around. But pics, no, we never use pics while masterbaiting. Never seen the need for baiting purposes, to tell you the truth. Me, sometimes I'm just there baiting on my own, though: yesterday there was this teacher came out, bint of bints she was, a plug-ugly flat-chested nerdess with mauve crimplene trousers, and - horrors - a vile check shirt, buttoned right up to the top, plus a light-blue beret - honestly, I have never seen such a first-class gag-and-retch get-up.
"Oi, doll!" I shouted. "Bet you can't spell for toffee. Spell "masturbates", go on, bet ya can't, ya stoopid prat!"
Guess what? She just blinked at me through those ruddy specs of hers, with glass an inch thick, and said "Of course I can spell that. M-A-S-T-E-R, B-A-T-E-S, Master Bates. Why would I NOT know, young lady? I work with Master Bates on a daily basis here. And who are YOU, anyway, if one might know?"
Laugh? Did I laugh? I'll say I laughed, thought my jeans would never dry during the walk home! But I told her who I was:
"Me," I told her flatly, "I'm Mistress S. Just you call me Mistress S, lover. Mistress S the Masterbaiter."