7 comments/ 143918 views/ 59 favorites Seducing The Professor By: oneguy4fun CHAPTER 1: TAKING CONTROL Dr. Jensen's eyes were focused on the paper on his desk. He was grading homework assignments from a business class that he taught at a prominent University. A subtle sweet aroma interrupted his thoughts. He glanced up to see a female student standing in front of his desk. He had not even heard her come in. He recognized her from his 2:00 class. His class had over 60 students, which he barely knew, but she stood out because of her striking beauty. She was tall and slender, with jet black hair that seemed to glow even though it was dark as night. Her smooth soft complexion was natural and refreshing. She had caught his eye many times during class. As she stood in front of him in a slinky dress that hugged her curves nicely, his eyes could not help but do a quick up and down scan of her body. The clingy black dress was much shorter than her typical eloquent style. It was so short that it made Dr. Jensen imagine, just for a second, how great it would be to get a glimpse of her panties underneath. His cock stirred at the thought. Without realizing it, his eyes rested on her cleavage for a quick second or maybe even two. The top of her black lace bra purposely peaked over the edge of her dress, adding an element of naughtiness to her visit. Her breasts were pushed together tightly into firm mounds that were much larger than Dr. Jensen ever imagined. In class she dressed in a sophisticated and conservative style, which always impressed Dr. Jensen. He was quickly warming up to her more provocative style. She was clearly overdressed for a visit to her professor's office, but that didn't seem to cross Dr. Jensen's mind. Dr. Jensen's observations and erotic thoughts occurred all in a matter of a few seconds, but it was enough for Julie to pick up on them. In just those few seconds, she knew he was mesmerized by her. She could see it in his eyes and his subconscious expressions. She smiled to herself, knowing that soon he would belong to her. Dr Jensen managed to pull his eyes away from her cleavage. "Hello, may I help you," he asked. "Yes, Dr. Jenson, my name is Julie Barnes and I seem to be having some trouble in your class." Dr. Jenson noticed an unusual confidence in her voice. Typically students in distress are nervous and a bit meek when they ask for help. He understood their meekness. After all, his credentials were impressive and he was a prominent professor at the University and well known in the community. He took pride in his stature. Julie's confidence subtly challenged his authority, but he found it added to her sexiness. "One minute Julie. Let me take a look at your file," said Dr. Jenson. Julie watched patiently as Dr. Jenson clicked his mouse several times and punched a few keys on the computer. His eyes scanned the computer screen as he clicked a few more times. She could tell he was scanning over her work. Julie moved around his desk and looked over his shoulders at the screen. Dr. Jensen was surprised at her boldness. His desk was a symbol of authority. No student had ever crossed that line. It was inappropriate for Julie to be standing behind him. Dr. Jensen knew he should stop her advancement, but her beauty and confidence caused him to hesitate. Her perfume surrounded him and put him at ease. Julie gently placed her hands on his shoulders and innocently asked "Not very impressive, is it?" Dr. Jensen tilted his head up toward her voice. Her breasts and bra were inches from his face. Quickly, he turned back to the screen, but the image of her breasts remained in his brain. He desperately wanted to look back again. It took all his will power to stay focused. Dr Jensen struggled to get his thoughts together. "Ah..well...Julie. It's...ah...it's still early in the semester. You have time to improve. With a little hard work you can probably pull out a B or C." Julie lightly squeezed his shoulders and leaned toward his ear. In a soft seductive voice she said, "I was thinking of something a little different doctor." Dr Jensen was certain he felt her lips brush his cheeks. His cock stirred again. Perhaps his mind was just running wild. He tried not to react. He stared at the computer screen as she continued. "I though maybe, we could come up with an arrangement where I do a little less work, and get an A." Julie rubbed his shoulders. Her intentions were clear. Dr. Jensen was stunned. He had fantasized about a situation like this, many times but it was all just fantasy. For a moment Dr. Jensen considered the possibility. He became aroused from the fantasies that flashed through his mind. Deep down he wanted it, but he knew it was wrong. In an unconvincing tone he replied, "Julie, I can't do that. It's not right." Julie's hands remained on Dr. Jensen's shoulders and he made no effort to distance himself from her. After a purposeful pause, she removed her hands and slowly walked to the front of his desk. Dr. Jensen sighed with relief and a bit of disappointment. He was glad she did not push further, although he thought she gave in to easy. Julie of course was just toying with Dr. Jensen. She was a tigress enjoying the thrill of the hunt. She knew how close he was to breaking. She knew a soft kiss and a few seductive words would send him over the edge but she had a much different plan for Dr. Jensen. Julie sat down in the chair in front of his desk. Her sexiness still dominated the small office. The bottom of her dress seemed to disappear behind her long legs. Dr. Jensen had a nice view of her shapely legs and tight thighs. Julie smirked devilishly. "Well Dr. J. I'm surprised to see that suddenly you have morals. I have something here that might change your mind." The morals comment confused Dr. Jensen. He was not sure where Julie was going with that thought. Julie reached into a small leather case and produced a red file folder. She slid it over the desk to Dr. Jensen. He opened the folder and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the picture inside. It was a picture of him having dinner with a woman. The picture alone was innocent. However, if one were to dig into the situation itself, the innocence would quickly disappear. Dr. Jensen wondered how much Julie knew. He was a nervous wreck, but he remained cool and composed in front of Julie. "It's just a picture of me having dinner with a friend. How is that supposed to change my mind," asked Dr. Jensen. Julie sat back in the chair and smiled knowingly. She purposely used his first name, as a symbol of her growing power over him. Dramatically she said, "Now James, we both know the she is not JUST a friend. In fact she's not really a friend at all, is she?" Dr. Jensen nervously shifted in his chair. His mind was churning, trying to figure out how to respond to Julie. Julie stood, leaned forward, put both her hands on his desk and looked straight into his eyes. "She's nothing more than a call girl, a high priced hooker or....ahh... how do you say it? A whore." Julie raised her voice on the last word with an accusing tone. James flinched at the fierce description and averted his eyes away from her. He preferred to describe Cindy as an escort. She was classy and intelligent. Despite the facts that were out in the open, James held onto his denial. In a surprised tone he asked, "A call girl? Really? I didn't know that. Are you sure?" Julie laughed amusingly and sat back down in the chair. James had a quick glimpse of her panties as she sat back and crossed her legs. This time he was too panicked to become aroused at the sight. He watched as Julie reached back into her leather case and pulled out a notebook. "Let's see," she said as she flipped open the cover. Her eyes focused on the paper. "Payments made from James Jensen to Cindy Carson. In February there was a $500 and a $1,000 payment; April $1,500, and June another $500." Julie flipped the page and a few pictures fell out. Acting surprised she said, "Oh, here's a few more pictures you might be interested in. I guess they fell out of the folder." She tossed them on his desk. By now James knew he was busted. He glanced at the pictures on his desk and blushed at the sight of him naked with Cindy. He did not bother to look through them all. It was obvious Julie had done her research. "How did you get all this information?" "That's not important. What matters is that I have it. Last time I checked, prostitution was illegal. I'm sure all this will go over well with the University," she said sarcastically. Defeated, James said, "O.k., I'll do it. I'll make sure you pass." "An 'A' James. I don't want to just pass. I want an 'A.'" "That will be hard to justify," responded Dr Jensen, still trying to hold onto some control. "Well, you certainly had no problem bending the rules for your personal life. Unless you want to be exposed, I suggest you find a way to make it happen." "Ok. You've got an 'A'," said Dr Jensen. His eyes stared down at the desk in complete defeat. Julie remained seated and in no rush to leave. James knew it wasn't over. He sensed that things were just beginning between him and Julie. "There's more isn't there," inquired James. "Of course. Do you think I would let you off that easy?" "What else do you want," asked James, expecting her to insist on a large black mail payment to keep her quiet. "You may want to close your door before I tell you." Julie could have easily reached over and pushed the office door shut, but it was obvious that she expected James to get up and come around to shut the door. As he walked to the door he began to prepare himself for a negotiation of dollars. He was thinking how much he would be willing to pay to keep her quiet. James shut the door and started to walk back to his desk. Julie stopped him. "That's far enough James. Turn around and drop your pants." James could not believe his ears. He was not prepared for that response. He turned around speechless and shocked. "You heard me," said Julie sternly. "Drop your pants. You've been a naughty boy and you need to be punished. I think a good old spanking is in order." Dr. Jensen looked at the young student sitting in front of him. There was sexiness in the way Julie called him a naughty boy. Her perfume was intoxicating. A strange arousal was stirring in Dr. Jensen. He could easily see himself bending over to take his punishment from this goddess. Wild domination fantasies stirred in his mind. Yet at the same time he could not believe what she was asking him to do. It was silly, even ridiculous. He was a grown man. He was not supposed to be punished like a child. She was his student and almost half his age. She could not be the one who punished him. Dr. Jensen blushed with embarrassment at his predicament. His voice was weak and unsure. "Uh, Julie...uh..you're not serious are you? This is going a bit too far don't you think?" "You have two choices. Start obeying me right now and take your punishment like a man or sit back down and watch me walk out the door. If I walk, then I suggest you don't show your face on campus next week when the school paper comes out. I'm sure your story and pictures will make the front page. The way I see it, you either obey me or you lose your job, your career, and your reputation. What's in going to be?" James was backed into a corner with no windows. He felt helpless. He wanted to protest and try to argue his way out, but he knew it was useless. Julie held all the right cards. "I will obey you," he said. "Good, then drop your pants." James undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Julie's eyes stared at his white boxer shorts. "Underwear also," she ordered firmly. James slid is underwear down to his ankles. Julie sat up straight in her chair and patted her legs. "Come lay across my legs." James felt silly and humiliated as he lay across her legs. His authority, his power, and his manliness all vanished when he laid across the young girls legs. Strangely his arousal continued to grow. His cock rested on her warm legs. The mere contact with this beautiful and confident goddess was enough to excite him. His submissive and vulnerable position awoke erotic emotions deep within him. James struggled to keep his cock from reacting to these emotions. Julie on the other hand, was enjoying the situation. To see Dr. Jensen, her professor, crumble and fall right before her was thrilling. The pictures and information she had certainly helped, but she knew that her sexuality and feminine power weakened and controlled him. Her pussy grew wetter and hotter each time he faltered and fell deeper into her web. He was hers now. Hers to play with, toy with, and to control. Julie gently rubbed her hands over his ass. "Mmmm. Very nice. You have such a firm ass. It's going to be fun spanking it." Julie's voice was soft and sensual. She was sending confusing signals to James. Was she teasing him or was he being punished? James could no longer control his cock. It slowly began to swell and grow beneath him. He was embarrassed and ashamed for not being able to control his arousal. He felt his swelling cock push against Julie's legs and he knew his secret was out. Julie immediately commented. "Somebody's being a really naughty boy aren't they?" James struggled to find the right words to respond. "Sorry. I can't help it. I'm not sure why." Julie continued to rub his ass. Her hands slid toward the bottom of his ass. She allowed her finger to lightly graze his balls, sending chills through his body. "I guess you have no control over your little cock now do you? Such a bad boy." Julie slapped his ass with her hand. The quick hit was not hard but it startled James. Julie giggled and rubbed his ass again. "That's what got you in this predicament isn't it? A hard cock that you couldn't control." James remained quiet. Julie slapped his ass again. This time it was a hard slap. "Answer me!" James natural reaction was to defend himself. Before he could finish his sentence, Julie spanked him again with three quick firm slaps. "Don't argue with me. The answer is yes Mistress!" She slapped him one last time to emphasize the point. "Say it!" "Yes mistress," replied James. Julie went back to rubbing his ass. His ass was getting hot from the spanking. Julie's soft rubbing was soothing and arousing. Julie made him lift his ass slightly so she could reach under him and grab his cock. Her hand gently stroked and rubbed his hard cock. "James, I know this is all confusing to you right now. Here you are lying across one of your student's lap being punished. It's a little embarrassing isn't it?" "Yes," replied James. Julie squeezed his cock firmly and reprimanded him, "You will address me as mistress from now on, understand?" "Yes Mistress." Julie released her grip slightly. "Good boy. Now I know your feeling embarrassed and humiliated. You're obviously aroused as well. It's all so confusing to you but I understand." Julie started stroking his cock again. Light gentle strokes that caused him to breathe deep with pleasure but kept him from getting too aroused. "You have a lot to learn James. Your arousal is a clear sign of your desire to submit to me. It is an indication that you are meant to serve and obey a beautiful woman like myself. It's the natural order of things James and it is the way things will be. You are the student now and I am the teacher. You are my slave and I am your Mistress, your Goddess. That is the way things are and there is nothing you can do to change it." Julie's words were taking James on a mental journey into submissiveness. His mind was processing the thoughts. She was keeping him in an aroused state of mind that was hypnotic. The more she stroked his cock the more he seemed to agree with her logic. He was under her control and he knew it. Knowing that he had to obey her in order to save his career, allowed him to accept his position as her inferior. He did not have to question his ego or societies pressure to be the man in control. All of this did not matter because he was being blackmailed. On a subconscious level James was glad for the blackmail because it gave him an excuse to give into his dark fantasies. The power exchange was electrifying. Julie reached into the same bag that held the naughty pictures and pulled at a round leather paddle. She waved it in front of James' face. He thought it looked like an oversized ping pong paddle. "It's time to start your punishment James. First kiss my paddle and beg me to discipline you so that you can be a better man." James ass was already slightly red. He almost commented to Julie that he thought his punishment already had begun but he wisely decided to remain quiet and obey her. He kissed the paddle and begged, "Please discipline me Mistress Julie and teach me to be a better man." "Very good slave. Now I am going to spank you for all your bad behavior. After each spanking I expect you to apologize for your bad behavior and tell me that you will not do it again. Understand?" "Yes Mistress," replied James nervously. Mistress Julie raised the paddle high above his ass. James tensed in anticipation of the slap. Mistress Julie announced, "This is for illegally paying for sex." She slapped his ass 3 times with the paddle. The slaps were not too hard. His humility was hurt more than his ass. James responded, "I am sorry Mistress Julie. I will not do it again." "This is for being an embarrassment to the University." The paddle came down a little harder on this round of slaps. "I am sorry Mistress Julie. I will not be an embarrassment to the University again." Julie continued reprimanding and spanking him for all the things he did wrong. He was condescending to women, he challenged her authority, he tried to negotiate her grade down, and he did not offer her a chair when she first entered his office. The list went on and on. James never realized he did so much wrong. While she spanked him, she kept one hand wrapped around his cock. Each slap of the paddle caused a startling reaction from his body. His ass flinched forward, his cock pushed into her half closed fist. Her paddle left bursts of pain, her fist generated sparks of pleasure, and her words mentally assaulted him. The pleasure, pain, and domination pushed him further into submission. When she was done disciplining James he could feel the heat from his glowing red ass. He was also on the verge of an orgasm. Being dominated stirred up pleasures within him that he never knew existed. A few more spanks and James was sure he would have made a mess all over Julie's legs. He was glad she stopped; not because he couldn't take the pain, but because he could not control the pleasure. He knew she would not be pleased if he spurted all over her hand and legs. Next Julie ordered James to remove the rest of his clothes and kneel before her. She stood and slowly circled her slave in an inspecting manner. She ordered, "Hands behind your head! Eyes down!" Julie stood in front of her slave, enjoying how his eyes focused on the tip of her shoes. "Kneeling at my feet is your proper place slave. It is the way things are now and you will accept it. Close your eyes," ordered Julie. James closed his eyes. He heard Julie moving around and then he felt something being pulled over his head and face. He quickly realized it was her panties. The smell of her sex was strong. Inhaling her scent, excited him and caused his cock to twitch. It was a thrill to have the young woman's panties pressed against nose and face. James imagined her pussy pressing against the same damp fabric that now hugged his nose and mouth. Mistress Julie squatted down behind James. She reached around and cupped her hand over his nose and mouth, pressing the crotch of her panties over his face and trapping in her wonderful smells and scents. She leaned close to his ear and seductively whispered, "Take a deep breath. Smell my pussy James." Seducing The Professor James inhaled deeply and his lungs filled with the smell of her pussy. Julie instructed him to keep taking deep breaths. James breathed in again and again while Julie talked. "That's right slave. Smell me. Smell how excited I am to be in control of you. Can you feel the wetness from my pussy? I am so hot from seeing you squirm beneath my paddle and kneel at my feet. This is what I get off on slave." Julie stood up and giggled. It wasn't a silly girly giggle. It was a short whispery giggle. The kind of giggle that conveyed a sense of triumph. Triumph that she was in control now. Julie slowly circled her prize, watching him inhale the smell of her arousal. Each breath took him deeper into submission. Each breath strengthened the desire in him to server her and worship her. "Since we've already established that you are my student, it's only appropriate for me to lay out some expectations and give a homework assignment, wouldn't you agree?" James could do nothing but agree. "Yes Mistress." He opened his eyes and returned to a normal breathing state. Through the black satin panties, he watched Julie reach into her leather case and pull out a small electronic recorder. She showed the recorder to him and explained, "Since you can not take notes in your submissive position, I am going to record everything for you so that you don't miss anything. After each statement I make you will agree with me by saying 'yes Mistress Julie, I will do as you say.' Got it?" "Yes Mistress Julie." "Good. Let's get started." Julie started the recorded. "Today is April 16, 2008. I am Mistress Julie Barnes. State your full name slave," Julie held the recorder in front of James. "Dr. James Jenson," he announced. Julie slowly circled James, talking into the recorder like she was dictating a speech. "From now until the end of the semester you are my slave. You belong to me, I own you." "Yes Mistress Julie, I will do as you say." "You exist to serve me. You exist for my pleasure. You will always strive to satisfy and worship me. My pleasure and satisfaction is what is most important to you." "Yes Mistress Julie, I will do as you say." Julie clicked off the recorder. She squatted down in front of James, grasped his hard cock, and slowly stroked it up and down. Pre-cum was oozing out the tip. She squeezed the tip of his cock, causing more pre-cum to ooze out, which she massaged over his cock head. "Mmmm. This is nice James. I like that you are excited by all this. Tell me something. How often do you masturbate?" James could hardly concentrate with Julie's soft hands teasing his cock. He was already aroused from the sheer kinkiness of the entire situation. Now her stroking was taking him to the edge. He managed to pull his thoughts together enough to mumble, "Not too often." Julie slapped his face, startling him. "Do you think I'm stupid? Let me re-phrase the question to help you answer honestly. "How many times a week do you masturbate?" James was stunned by her sudden reaction. He was in no position to argue. "Ah, three or four times a week I guess." "That's more like it. Don't lie to me again slave." Julie stared into her slave's eyes with a cruel and devious smile. She clicked on the recorder. "You will no longer masturbate to orgasm without my permission. I control when and how you orgasm." She paused and waited for his reply. James looked down. "Yes Mistress Julie, I will do as you say." Satisfied, she stood up and continued circling him slowly why she talked. "You will be disciplined on a regular basis so that you can learn to serve me properly. If you disobey me you will be punished in anyway I see fit." "Yes Mistress Julie, I will do as you say." "That's good for now slave. Now it's time for your homework. First I want you to listen to the recording at home and type everything I said word for word. Put the word 'slave' everywhere that I referred to you and put 'Mistress Julie' everywhere that I referred to me so that you end up with a contract between you and me. Understand?" "Yes Mistress." "At the bottom draw two signature lines. Under the first line write Mistress Julie Barnes and under the second line write Slave James Jensen. I will stop by your office at 8:00 tomorrow morning to pick it up." Julie moved behind his desk and sat down. She placed the recorder on the desk in front of her. Using one of his pens she began writing on a memo pad. As she wrote she continued. "Assignment number two is to take my panties home, wrap them around your cock and masturbate with them. You've got a perverted little mine so I'm sure you're going to love this assignment. While you stroke your cock with my used panties, read the contract out loud to yourself and imagine worshipping me. When you are finished reading the contract you may cum into my panties. Bring the panties in tomorrow as proof of your obedience." "Yes Mistress. I will do as you say." Mistress Julie stood up from the desk and announced. "That will be all for now slave. I left a note on your desk with some additional information. Chow!" Julie walked out of his office without waiting for a response and without closing the door behind her. James kneeled stunned for a second or two. Her panties still covered his face and his cock still bobbed in front of him hard as a rock. He snapped out of his daze and quickly crawled to the door on his knees and closed the office door. James was fully aroused from the strange ordeal and he felt like masturbating right in his office. He stroked his cock a few times and then remembered how Julie warned him about not masturbating without her permission. He was a bit nervous about how she would punish him if she caught him disobeying her orders and so he decided not to take any chances. James read the note on the desk. She had set up an e-mail account for him and she noted the he would receive the recording via e-mail that night. James chuckled as he read the user name she had set up for him. It was 'Julies_slave23.' He wondered whether the 23 was an arbitrary number or if he was really slave number twenty-three. James hurried home and immediately checked his new e-mail account. He was disappointed to find an empty inbox. He figured the sooner he got started with the assignment, the sooner he could relieve his aching cock. He made himself dinner and then checked again after dinner. This time there was a message from Julie. His cock stirred in his pants just from seeing her name in his inbox. Her e-mail was short and to the point. 'Here is the file slave. You know what to do. Have fun." James played the audio file once just to hear it. His cock was hard and dripping halfway into it. Hearing Mistress Julie's seductive and controlling voice drove him wild. He still couldn't believe what had happened. Part of him was ashamed and humiliated from letting a young student take control of him. His pride and male ego took a big hit. However, the submissive feelings he experienced were unlike anything he felt before. She had taken him to a strange and exciting level of erotica. His shame and humiliation were mixed with potent bursts of excitement and euphoria over being controlled by such a hot and sexy co-ed. Since he was not great at typing, he had to play the recording over and over again. This was all part of Julie's brilliant plan. Hearing her orders over and over again had a brainwashing effect on James. By the time he was finished writing the document, James was thrilled to be Miss Julie's slave. James could not help but stroke his cock while he listened to her commanding voice. He could not wait to cum. When the final spell check was run, he wrapped her satin panties around his cock. As instructed he read the contract out loud while he rubbed the smooth panties over his cock. It was easy for him to imagine worshipping her. He imagined kissing her feet and worshipping her pussy with his tongue. He even imagined her spanking and punishing him for being a naughty boy. He became lost in these fantasies while he stroked his cock and humped her pretty panties. Soon his cock swelled in his hands and he filled her panties with his hot cum. CHAPTER 2: BREAKING DOWN JAMES True to her word, at 8:00 am Julie showed up at James's office. She walked in unannounced and closed the door behind her. Before James could acknowledge her presence, she pointed to the floor in front of her and ordered, "Front and center slave!" In that short instance, feelings of submissiveness flooded James. It wasn't just her commanding order or the finger pointing to the floor that stirred up these emotions. Everything about her presence affected James. Thousands of micro signals flowed from Mistress Julie to James in a matter of seconds. All the signals formed a commanding presence and a dominate aura around Julie. Some were obvious, like the hair pulled back severely and the pinstriped sport coat and skirt. Some were on a subconscious level. James mind could not register that her eyebrows had a certain commanding angle, her rigid posture, her eyes peering into his soul, or even the tenseness in her muscles. James stood up and moved around his desk.. Mistress Julie was inpatient. "Hurry slave. I don't have all morning." James stood in front of Julie with his hands at his sides and his eyes cast downward. He felt a bit awkward and very submissive in front of his student. His cock was starting to swell with excitement. James was embarrassed at his arousal. He tried to keep his cock from growing erect. Julie had other plans in mind. "James, since you are now my slave. You need to learn a few commands. I expect you to carry out my commands immediately and without hesitation. Understand?" "Yes Mistress Julie." "Good. The first command you must learn is 'Present Yourself.' When I say present yourself, you will drop your pants and stroke your cock until you reach a full erection. Once you have a full erection, you will place your hands behind you head and await further orders." James had little time to process what Julie was saying. As soon as she finished explaining the command, she looked straight at James and firmly said, "Present yourself." James did not want to start the day off on Julie's bad side so he immediately dropped his pants and grasped his growing cock. After about 30 seconds of stroking it was fully erect in his hands. James put his hands behind his head and stood with his cock sticking straight out. Julie tugged it a few times, sending chills up James spine. "Is that the hardest you can get it," asked Julie in an amusing tone. James blushed at the subtle insult. "Yes Mistress." She gave his cock one final tug and then went on to the next command. "When I say 'Assume your position' you will kneel before me with your hands behind your head and eyes down." Julie walked behind her slave, sat on the front of his desk and ordered him to face her. Then she gave the command. "Assume your position!" Immediately James got into position. Julie smiled. She was pleased with his obedience. "Very good slave. Now kiss the tip of my shoes and thank me for teaching you these commands. James bent forward and kissed each toe. "Thank you for teaching me your commands Mistress Julie." Julie's pussy was beginning to moisten and heat up as she watched the pathetic display before her. The prestigious Dr. Jensen was under her control and groveling at her feet. She loved every minute of it. Julie moved around the desk and sat in the chair. "Where is your assignment slave?" "The contract is in the red folder on my desk and your panties are in my briefcase." "I don't need to see your nasty cum in my panties slave. I know you're a pervert and so I know you jerked off in them. Take them home tonight and hand wash them in cold water. Do you have soap for delicate fabrics?" "No Mistress." "Then go buy some. My intimates must be treated with extra care. Wash them, hang them to dry, and bring them to me nice and clean tomorrow." "Yes Mistress." "Now let's see how you did with our contract." James remained kneeling in front of his desk while Mistress Julie red through the contract. She used a red pen to mark up the document with changes that she wanted incorporated into the wording. When she was done, she stood up and walked toward the door without even glancing at James. As she walked she said, "Update the document with my changes and bring two signed copies to class this afternoon." Julie did not wait for a response from James. She left his office closing the door behind her. As soon as the door shut behind him, James stood up and looked at his watch. His 8:30 class was just about to start. He pushed the contract under a pile of papers and rushed to class, still half aroused. The few students who were awake and attentive for Dr. Jensen's early morning class may have noticed something a little different about their professor. He was not quite as polished and organized in the delivery of his lecture. His mind was definitely adrift. The brief meeting with Mistress Julie had a compounding affect on his whole day. His arousal lingered throughout the day, making it hard for him to concentrate. As he got into his groove during class he did alright but the minute there was down time his thoughts went right to his beautiful Mistress. Even as he stood at the urinal in the men's bathroom, his mind wandered causing his cock to grow in his hands as he relieved himself. James could not believe the effect Mistress Julie had on him. At lunch time he updated the contract with Miss Julie's edits. She had added a section indicating that he was free to date other women while serving her as long as he notified her in advance and provided her with all the details of the date. James was not concerned about the new rule. He was so busy with work that he rarely had time for dates. The remaining changes from Miss Julie were small grammar and punctuation changes. She also added roman numerals at the beginning of each paragraph so that it looked like a formal contract. James read through the contract one last time. His hand rubbed his cock through his trousers as he read the words that would officially put him into servitude with his student, Julie Barnes. He knew it was wrong to be involved with a student. It would certainly destroy his career if he got caught. Then again he also realized Julie had plenty of evidence to destroy his reputation. At first he was resentful of this. His ego had a hard time accepting the fact that a young girl outsmarted him and was using him. However, after the initial shock of his first meeting with her, he was accepting the fact that she held all the cards and there was nothing he could do about it. Accepting the inevitable allowed him to relax and see the positive side of the situation. Julie was a hot young student. The situation was like a fantasy come true. The domination part was new to James, but he was finding it thrilling to submit to Mistress Julie. He was nervous and excited about what she would do to him in the coming weeks. The more James thought about his submissive relationship, the more aroused he got. He was so lost in fantasy, that he did not notice the wet spot forming on his pants. He kept stroking and squeezing his cock while he imagined Mistress Julie dominating and disciplining him. As instructed James printed two copies of the contract. His heart pounded as he signed his name on the contracts. He was now owned by Julie and a slave to her desires. The contract made it real and official in his mind. His cock twitched in excitement. James was so hot, he wished he could rub out an orgasm right there in his office. He squeezed his cock in his pants. Precum oozed out the tip, causing the wet spot on the front of his pants to grow larger and wetter. James felt the dampness and looked down. Panic set-in when James saw the obvious wet spot on his beige trousers. His next class was about to start and he did not have time to try and dry the spot. He threw on his sport coat, which covered the front of his pants, and he hoped no one would notice. James put the contracts into a large envelope and headed to class. Fortunately he arrived in the lecture hall before any students. He stood behind the podium as the students filed in. When he saw Julie, he called her over. "Julie, I have something for you." Julie approached the podium and said in a low voice, "Is that how you are to address your Mistress?" James blushed. Although her voice was quiet, James felt that others could hear. He stuttered, "ah...well...sorry. I..I..I.didn't think I had to address you as mistress in class." Julie was enjoying seeing her slave embarrassed and struggling before her. "You must show me respect everywhere slave. In class you may refer to me as Miss Barnes. In fact, I want you to address all the women in this class by their last name, preceded by 'Miss.' This way you are showing respect to all females in an acceptable way, without letting everyone know you are a pervert." "Yes, Miss Barnes. Uh, here are your contracts." James handed her the envelope. "Thanks slave." Julie opened the envelope as she walked to her chair in the lecture hall. It was a bit unnerving for James to do his lecture with Julie reading through the contract at her desk. Although no one was paying any attention to Julie, James was worried that someone would glance over and discover their secret. Additionally, James was paranoid by the wet spot on his pants. He stayed behind the podium during his lecture and was thankful that none of his female students asked any questions. At the end of class Julie dropped a copy of the contract on the podium. "This is your copy slave. Check your e-mail tonight horny boy." "Yes Miss Barnes. Thank you." The day could not end fast enough for James. He rushed home and checked the e-mail account that Julie had set up for him. Sure enough there was an e-mail from her. A PowerPoint file was attached to the e-mail. James opened the file and started the presentation. The first slide had a picture of Mistress Julie sitting in a chair. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she was wearing a luxurious fur coat and short leather shirt. She sat on a chair with her legs crossed, revealing garters, black stockings, and black heels. Her eye shadow and deep red lipstick exaggerated her omnipotent look. James thought she looked like a glamorous queen. He knew this was going to be no ordinary presentation. He hoped her clothes would come off in the coming pictures. His cock was already hard at the thought. Next to her picture were the words, "Slave, this is a self-advancing presentation. Follow the orders on each slide. Do not fast-forward through the presentation. Present yourself to me!" James dropped his pants. He still stroked his cock even though it was already hard. After about a minute of stroking and drooling over her picture, he placed his hands behind his head and watched the screen. The next slide popped up and James was thrilled to see the coat falling off Julie's shoulders. She was wearing a black corset underneath. Her cleavage was impressive. The instructions on this slide read, "Stroke your cock while you stare at me slave. This is how you worship the female. The command is 'Give me worship strokes.' Learn this command. When I say it, you will stroke your cock and admire my body. Do it now slave! Give me worship strokes. Stare at my breasts and imagine touching them and licking them. Stare at my legs, my feet. Look at my skirt slave. Can you imagine what's under there? How will you please me? How will you worship me?" James did as instructed. He admired her body while he slowly stroked the full length of his hard rod. She looked incredible. James imagined many perverted and exciting things he could do to Julie. It was difficult for James to control himself. A small amount of cum oozed out of his cock. He rubbed his fingers over the tip of his cock, getting them wet and sticky. James covered his cock in the stickiness. Seducing The Professor The fur coat and leather skirt disappeared in the next slide. Her back was facing forward and she was looking over her bare shoulders with a playful smile. James eyes were immediately drawn to her nicely rounder ass. The text read, "keep stroking your cock slave. Worship my ass. Stare it at it, admire it. Imagine how firm and tight it is. Get yourself so close to the edge slave, but do not cum." The black thong panties did little to hide Julie's beautiful ass. James had been guilty of staring at her ass in school several times. Now he was thrilled to see it up close and almost naked. Small amounts of cum oozed out of his cock. Squishy sounds filled the room as he stroked his wet cock. James was close to cumming. After a few seconds of worshipping her ass, more words popped up on the screen. "Slave, lean forward and kiss my ass. That's right slave. Kiss my ass on the computer screen and tell me how much you want to worship me." James felt silly, but he complied with the instructions. He kissed her beautiful ass on the computer screen and said to himself, "I want to worship you Mistress Julie." The next slide appeared and it was another picture of Mistress Julie sitting with her fur coat and leather skirt. The words read, "Good boy. Now stop stroking! There will be plenty of time to worship my ass tomorrow slave. Get into position!" Mistress Julie was just a picture on the computer screen but her commanding presence was in the room. James immediately kneeled down and put his hands behind his head. More words popped up on the screen. "Tomorrow we shall begin your slave training. The semester is over in 5 weeks and I will use that time to mold you into a good little slave. We shall start at 4:00 at your house. I expect your house to be tidy. I will not wait at your door slave. I expect you to be waiting for me when I arrive. You will open the door before I get to it. You will be clean shaved (including your balls!) and wearing a suit and tie. You will have a dozen roses in a vase and a bottle of red wine waiting for me. You will be cooking me dinner later in the evening slave. Make sure you have something fantastic prepared to cook. When I arrive you will immediately drop down to your knees and kiss my right foot and thank me for coming and you will tell me that you are ready to serve me and you will beg me to mold you into a perfect slave. You will then kiss my left foot and repeat the same words. This is how it is slave. Follow my orders exactly and do not disappoint me." James stared at the screen waiting for more instructions. After about a minute her picture disappeared and an image faded in with a guy kneeling with panties covering his head. The text below the picture read, "Don't forget to hand wash my panties slave." It took James a second or two to realize it was him in the picture. He did not remember Julie taking the picture. Although he was alone, he blushed in humiliation seeing how silly he looked naked and kneeling in his office with her panties over his face and a raging hard-on. He did not want to keep looking at the picture, but he knew he had to follow Julie's instructions. After about a minute the presentation ended. James was disappointed to see it end. He was hoping he would see her naked and he was hoping he would get to cum. Julie's presentation made James incredibly hot and horny. Even though her clothes did not all come off, it was better than any porn that he had surfed on the internet. James pulled up the last slide again and re-read the text. Mistress Julie's confidence, power, and dominance jumped from the screen through the direct and commanding tone of the words. Certain words struck a deep chord within James. 'Slave training,' 'Mold you,' 'serve me.' As he re-read the words, he fell into a deeper level of submission and arousal. James was surprised she wanted him to shave his balls. The thought of it seemed silly but also a bit kinky and exciting. He decided to tackle the task immediately. He had never shaved his balls before and so it took him a while to do it. Using scissors, shaving cream, and razor he managed to remove all his pubic hair. James could already feel razor burn on his newly shaved balls. He was afraid to use after shave lotion on his balls so he decided to rub baby oil over them. The oil felt incredible over his smooth balls. Soon his cock was hard and he was masturbating with well oiled hands. James stroked his cock and explored his smooth balls with his fingers. The sensations were incredible. He was already well aroused from Mistress Julie's presentation. He wished he could get relief. He desperately wanted to cum and enjoy the amazing sensations of a climax. He wondered if Mistress Julie would even know if he had an orgasm. For a brief moment he was tempted to cross that line and be free. James had very little self-control, especially when it came to his cock. Somehow he managed to stop himself. It was more fear of Mistress Julie than self-control. He feared that Mistress Julie would see right through him and know that he disobeyed her. He feared her wrath. She was beautiful, sweet and seductive but James sensed that she could be tough and cruel if she was not satisfied. It was this fear that gave James the strength to stop masturbating even though he was seconds from an orgasm. James put on his robe and headed for his next task. He retrieved her panties from his work bag. They were stuffed in a plastic sandwich bag. At the time, he thought the bag was a good idea. Now seeing the panties still wet with his cum, he was cursing himself for sealing them in the bag. He imagined Mistress Julie would be laughing at him if she saw him pulling the panties out and getting his cum all over his fingers. He hand washed her panties in cold water and with delicate soap. He couldn't help but notice how soft and pretty they were. He felt like a dirty old man playing with panties. He even stroked himself a few times during the process. When he was satisfied they were clean, he hung them on a hanger to dry. The remaining tasks he could do tomorrow. James would call his cleaning service to clean the house in the morning and he could pick the wine and flowers up on the way home from work. James figured Friday would be a long day with Mistress Julie and so he showered and went to bed. He was so horned up that he could not resist stroking his cock in the shower and even while he lay in bed. His balls were aching for release. Eventually his drifted off to sleep. Friday was 'hard-on' day for James. He woke up with an erection, had an erection on the ride to work and throughout the day his cock seemed to grow hard every five minutes. James could not keep his mind off his Mistress and he was excited about his training that would happen after work. He did not know what Mistress Julie had in mind for him but he was certain he would love it. He was also not sure if he would see her during the day. She was not in any of his Friday classes. James had her clean panties tucked away in his work bag just in case she popped in to his office. Secretly he wished she would grace him with her presence. His last lecture ended at 3:00 with no sign of Julie. She must have known his day ended early on Friday's since she scheduled his 'training session' to begin at 4:00 at his house. James rushed home, picking up red wine and red roses on the way. He placed the roses, wine, and two wine glasses on a coffee table in the living room. James did one check in the mirror to make sure his suit and tie looked crisp and in order. Then he printed out Mistress Julie's last e-mail and re-read it several time while he waited. He wanted to make sure he did everything just as she had instructed. 10 minutes before her arrival, James stood by the door and waited for her Mistress. It seemed to take forever, but right at 4:00 her car pulled into his driveway. James cock sprang to life at the sight of her. She was not provocatively dressed. She wore black slacks and a plain white shirt. It was her mere presence that excited James. He could not contain his excitement, knowing that in a few minutes she would be dominating and training him to be her slave. James opened the door as Mistress Julie approached. "Hello Mistress Julie," he said as she walked into the house. She did not return his greeting and James did not wait for her acknowledgement of his presence. He immediately got to his knees. She was wearing fashion sandals the showed off her newly manicured nails. Her nails were perfectly shaped and painted in a deep red color. A round silver toe ring hugged one of her smaller toes. James never admired anyone's feet before, but he thought hers looked beautiful. James kissed her big toe and said, "Thank you for coming to my house and allowing me to serve you Mistress Julie. Please mold me into your perfect slave." He then kissed her left toe and repeated the same words. James cock was already fully erect. Mistress Julie did not say anything. She walked by James as if his actions were expected and part of his normal greeting for her. She went right to the coffee tabled and admired the roses. Then she picked up the bottle of wine and red the label. Satisfied with his choice of wine, she sat on the couch and ordered, "Pour me a glass of wine slave." "Yes Mistress," replied James. He immediately jumped up and obeyed. He uncorked the bottle and poured wine into one of the glasses and handed it to Mistress Julie. She did not take it. With sharp lecturing tone she said, "Don't give me a half full glass slave. Fill it! And put that other glass away slave! I did not say the wine was for you, did I? This is not a romantic date, this is your training!" "Yes Mistress. Sorry." James apologized, feeling upset that his Mistress was not satisfied. He filled her glass and quickly put the other glass away and then returned to his Mistress. James stood in front of her, unsure what to do. His erection was painfully obvious, pushing out against his slacks. Mistress Julie quietly sipped her wine while James waited. James felt awkward standing in front of her. He felt as if he should be doing something. "Mistress, what would you like me to do now?" "Silence! I did not tell you to speak did I?" "No Mist..." Julie cut him off, "I said silence!" James stayed quiet, learning his place with her. Julie took a few more sips of her wine and then reached out and squeezed his cock through his pants. "A little excited about my visit are we?" "Yes. Uh, sorry. I can't help it." Mistress Julie laughed. "Of course you can't. You're a weak male slave. Go get my bag slave. It is in the back seat of my car." "Yes Mistress." James left and returned empty handed. Nervously he asked, "Mistress, may I have your keys. Your car is locked." Julie smiled. She was well aware that her car was locked. She was enjoying toying with her slave. She pulled her keys from her purse and tossed them at James. "Hurry slave. I don't like to wait." This time James returned with a large black duffel bag. "Where would you like it Mistress Julie?" "You may leave it right there for now." James put the bag down and then walked over to Mistress Julie. He was surprised to see that her wine glass was almost empty. A stern command interrupted his thoughts. "Present yourself slave." Immediately James snapped into action. He dropped his pants and stroked his already hard cock several time. Then he put his hands behind his head. Another command followed. "Get into position!" James dropped to his knees and looked down at Mistress Julie's toes. "Stand-up slave," ordered Julie. "Present yourself!" Slightly confused James stood and stroked his cock again and then put his hands behind his head. Mistress Julie was amused at the control she had over him. "Keep stroking your cock slave. I want to see good worship strokes." Julie sipped her wine and admired her slave's cock as he stroked it for her. "Give me hand over hand strokes. Start at the tip of your cock and stroked all the way down to the base with each hand." James obeyed, slowly stroking from the tip of his cock to the base with his right hand, followed by his left hand. Mistress Julie added, "Give me nice firm strokes." He had never stroked his cock in this manner before and it felt great. Mistress then made him switch direction, starting at the base and going to the tip of his cock. After a few strokes she ordered him to squeeze the tip of his cock each time he reached the tip. The stroking and squeezing was having a milking effect. Cum started oozing out of his cock. Julie noticed this and asked, "Feels good, doesn't it slave?" "Yes Mistress. I don't think I can take much more of this." Julie laughed. "You are so weak. Hands behind your head slave." Julie grasped his throbbing cock and pulled him close to her. She held her wine glass below the tip of his cock and then squeezed out a few drops of cum. The cum dribbled into the glass, mixing with the small amount of wine left in the glass. Julie then held the glass up for James to take and said, "Finish my wine slave." James stared at the glass, surprised at what she was telling him to do. Mistress Julie was not pleased with his hesitation. She grasped his balls firmly and squeezed hard enough to get his attention. "I said finish my wine slave! Do not hesitate when I order you to do something." Fearful of Mistress Julie squeezing harder, he took the glass and quickly gulped down the wine. The wine was strong. He could not taste the small amount of cum, but he knew he swallowed it. He was ashamed for doing it, yet his arousal and submissiveness grew stronger. The more Mistress Julie controlled him and made him do perverted things, the more excited he got. Mistress Julie laughed. "Such a nasty boy; drinking your own cum. What would your students think if they saw you now?" Mistress Julie allowed her humiliating remark to sink in. Tonight was all about breaking her slave down. Everything she did and said was designed to strip him of his manliness and confidence and reduce him to a needy slave. No matter how hard he tried to please her, she would find fault. It was a necessary part of his training. Once he learned that she had total control over him and that he belonged at her feet, then she would begin to mold him and condition him to serve and worship her. Mistress Julie rubbed his smooth balls. "Shaved balls are so nice. Keep them that way slave. I expect them to be shaved once a week." "Yes Mistress." Julie stood and rubbed her hand over his cheeks. His face was slightly rough. "Didn't I tell you to shave slave?" "Yes, I shaved this morning." "I said CLEANLY shaved, not 5:00 shadow!" James was upset with himself for disappointing Mistress Julie. He apologized to her. Julie kept a look of disappointment on her face. She ignored his apology and grasped his cock firmly. "Let's take a tour of the house," she said, moving on to the next part of her plan. Although it was James' house, Mistress Julie did the leading. She pulled his cock, leading him over to the stairs. "We will start upstairs," announced Mistress Julie. James had no choice but to follow as she led him up the stairs with her hand firmly gripping his cock. James lived in an impressive house, which was much too big for a single guy. The hallway at the top of the stairs was open on one side, overlooking the living room. On the other side were two bedrooms and a bathroom. Julie admired each room with James in tow. She learned that they were both spare bedrooms, which she guessed were barely used. Perhaps if she spent the night at his house, she would make him sleep in one of the rooms while she enjoyed the master bedroom, Julie thought to herself. While she contemplated this idea, she squeezed his cock. It was a subtle squeeze, but James noticed it. He could not help but notice it because ever since she grasped his cock, his attention was focused on his cock. James had never had his hard cock held firmly for so long. While it was a pleasant feeling it was also very torturous. His cock was used to stroking and squeezing, not a firm grasp. It was a strange and unnatural feeling to have his cock held in this manner. His natural reaction was to want to hump her hand to achieve pleasure. James was smart enough to know that Mistress Julie would not be pleased if he humped her hand. It took all his will power and concentration to just stand still while she talked and held his cock firmly. James found himself anticipating when she would tug his cock to move to the next room. He looked forward to the little tug. He also enjoyed the occasional squeeze of his hard cock. The squeezes occurred at random times and were so subtle, that James wondered if Julie even realized she was doing it. The overall effect of the firm grip, occasional tug, and subtle squeezing was having a tremendous impact on James emotional state. He had a hard time listening to her while she toured the house and towed him along. All his attention was focused on his cock and Mistress Julie's hand. Through his cock he felt every twitch that her hand made. Every direction her hand moved, he followed. He was like a puppet under her control. She took him into a deeper state of submission that he never imagined existed. When they entered the master bedroom Julie's eyes lit up. She had never seen such a grand bedroom. Her whole apartment could fit inside it. The King size bed along the back wall was impressive with decorative posts on each corner reaching toward the ceiling. In front of the bed was a small sitting area with a plush arm chair and matching love seat. To the right of the bed, two carpeted steps led up to a cherry colored hot tub. A long mirrored closet stretched along the front wall. Mistress Julie took in the wonderful room. "This is impressive James. I'm definitely going to enjoy using this room." James half heard her compliment. His mind was too clouded with arousal to pay attention. James finally reached the breaking point. He could not withhold his urges anymore. He thrust his cock forward slightly, hoping it would encourage Mistress Julie to stroke his cock. Mistress Julie abruptly stopped talking at looked at James with fierce eyes that drew him out of his daze. In an angry tone she asked, "Did you just hump my hand?" She gently pulsed her hand around his cock one time, making him want to do it again. Again James could not control himself and he moved is hips forward, pushing his cock into her hand. Feeling like a child who was caught steeling from the cookie jar, he pleaded, "I'm sorry Mistress. I can't help it. You're driving me crazy the way you're holding my cock." "You are so weak James. You're a typical male slut. All you can think about is your cock." "Sorry. You're driving me crazy." Mistress Julie was a not satisfied with his pleading. "Open your mouth slave!" James opened his mouth wide for her. She immediately spit into it and ordered, "Swallow my spit dirty slave. Now don't hump my hand again or your punishment will be much worse." "Yes Mistress," replied James, surprised at the quick and unusual punishment. Mistress Julie pulled his cock Still grasping James cock she walked the length of the mirrored closet to discover an entrance way into a private bathroom. Even the bathroom was luxurious, having its own foyer with two sinks in front of a large mirror. Expensive Italian marble covered the floor. Beyond the sinks were the toilet and an oversized tub, complete with jets. For the first time since the tour started, Mistress Julie released James' cock. "I have to pee," she announced. She ordered him to kneel on the floor facing away from the toilet. "You have not earned the privilege to watch me pee." James heard Mistress Julie lower her pants and sit on the toilet. He heard her pee flowing into the toilet. When she was done she teased, "Maybe one day I'll let you clean my pussy with your tongue after I pee."