13 comments/ 57671 views/ 51 favorites The Bondage Professor By: HeyAll Part 1 of 4: The Recommendation Letter Sabrina sat outside the professor's office. Final exams were approaching, which meant that the professor was busy meeting with students. She waited for at least 20 minutes while the professor's door was closed. She was slightly nervous waiting for the typically stern professor. When the door opened, she saw the professor speaking with another student, who was preparing to leave. Sabrina stood up when the other student left, and the professor turned his attention towards her. He was a tall and well-dressed man in his early 50's. "Sabrina, good to see you," he said. "Do you have an appointment?" "No. Sorry professor. This is sort of a last minute thing." "I'm sure you're aware of my policy regarding meetings. I expect an appointment first, otherwise there's always going to be a long line in front of my door." She took a deep breath for confidence. "I realize that. But there's no one here. I'm sure you can make an exception for me." "Fine. Only because you're a hard working student. Come in." He flashed a rare smile and signaled for her to enter his office, then he closed the door. The professor sat behind his desk, and Sabrina sat in front of him. "So what can I do for you?" he asked, getting comfortable in his seat. "Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I've decided to apply for law school next year. I've already taken the LSAT, and I managed to get a high score. My gpa is also above a 3.0." He nodded. "Interesting choice. I think you'll do very well school. It's not easy, but you certainly have the personality & brains for it." "Thank you," she smiled. "I'm assuming that you want a recommendation letter from me." "That's why I'm here. You're the first professor I've asked, and I really hope you'll do it for me." "So, I'm your first choice? Why? I'm curious." Sabrina felt slightly intimidated. "Well, you've got a great reputation at this university. And you're also the department chair, which I think is going to look good on my application." "I also have connections with the top tier law schools. Did you know that?" She sheepishly nodded. "I did. I mean, I've heard it from other students. I wasn't sure if it was true or not." "I have close friends who are on the admissions committee at some of the top tier law schools. So my recommendation letters go a long way." "Would you consider writing a letter for me?" she asked in a shy tone. "I can't," he bluntly replied. "Unfortunately, you're too late." "Why? The deadline for law school applications are next year." "True. But I only write 2 recommendation letters at the end of each semester. It's a personal policy of mine. Otherwise I would have to write letters for everyone. At that point, my recommendations would be worthless, since any student of mine could get one. Does that make sense to you Sabrina?" "It does." "If you had come to me sooner, then I would have done it for you. You're one of the most capable students I've had in recent years. And that means a lot, since this university is filled with gifted students." "If you think I'm one of your best students, then why can't you make an exception for me?" she pleaded. "I've already told you. My rule is 2 per semester. I always follow my rules. In all my years of teaching, I've never made an exception. Ever." She briefly held her head down, before regaining her composure. "I understand," she replied, getting ready to leave. "Thank you for your time professor." "Wait," he said, stopping her. "You know that I'm retiring this year, right?" "Yes, I've heard." "This is my last semester teaching. I could write you a letter early next year, and you could submit your law school application before the deadline. That would be within my rules." Sabrina smiled. "That sounds great. Thank you so much professor. It really means a lot to me." "I'm not saying that I will. I'm saying that I could." "Oh, so what do I have to do?" "First, tell me why you want to go to law school? What's your ultimate goal?" She thought for a moment to compose a good answer. "Well, I've always wanted a career where I could be a strong advocate for women. I'm almost finished with my minor in Women & Gender Studies. I've thought about becoming a journalist, where I could report on various issues. But my parents have always encouraged me to try law. I've thought about it all semester, since I'm close to graduating. After a lot of consideration, I've decided that law is for me." He nodded. "You've certainly put a lot of thought into this." "Yes sir, I have." "What about your academic achievements so far? Anything I should know about?" She thought to herself again. "Well, I've written several essays in a few of my classes which focus on women's rights, women of color, and various social issues in this country and around the world. I've gotten an A on all of them." "Not surprising. You strike me as a very smart girl. I like that about you." "Thank you," she blushed. "Email me all of those essays that you've mentioned. I'd like to examine them before I make my decision." "Of course." "I really like you Sabrina," he said. "I think you're immensely talented. Women like you are the future of this country. If you can convince me that you're the real deal, then I'll personally contact my friends at the top law schools, and I'll try my best to get you in. How does that sound?" "That sounds wonderful professor," she said with a beaming smile. "I'm confident that you'll be impressed by what I have to offer." "I have no doubt. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a scheduled appointment in about 5 minutes." "Oh, of course. Thank you so much." Sabrina stood up and graciously shook the professor's hand while he remained seated behind his desk. When she left the office, she tried her best to contain her excitement. *** When Sabrina returned to her small apartment, she went straight to her roommate's bedroom, and the door was wide open. Ashley was laying in bed using her laptop to view the latest gossip sites. "Guess what?" Sabrina asked rhetorically. "He actually agreed to write a recommendation letter for me. Can you believe it?" Sabrina entered the room and sat down on her roommate's bed. "Nice! What was it like being alone with him? Was it awkward? That guy is such a hard ass." "It was definitely intimidating. I'll tell you that." "And he just agreed to write you a letter?" Ashley inquired. "I've heard so many stories of smart students being shunned like morons." "I caught him in a good mood," Sabrina shrugged. "But it was a tough process. He wants to talk a little bit more, then he'll write a letter for me next year." "Next year? I've read that if you apply to law school early, you get a slight advantage with admissions." Sabrina smiled, "I know. But he has connections to some of the top tier law schools. He also said that he'd be willing to personally contact them on my behalf, if I can convince him that I deserve it." "Oh wow! That's awesome." Ashley leaned forward and gave her friend a big hug. "Thanks." "How exactly are you going to convince him? That guy ain't easy to please." Sabrina shrugged. "I guess I have to show him some old essays that I've written. He was a little vague about the whole thing. I'm still really confident about all of this. I think he really likes me. He said a lot of nice things." "Well, if anyone deserves to benefit from his connections, it's you." "Thanks. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I just hope he doesn't change his mind." "That would be the biggest asshole move in the world if he changed his mind," Ashley replied. "He's not that cold though. No way." Sabrina smiled. "You're right. But I still need to impress him. I'll do whatever it takes. Believe me." "I already do." *** It was late in the evening by the time Sabrina had already gone through her old files. She had organized all of the highest scored essays she had written. Then she attached them onto one file. She also put the finishing touches on her final paper for the professor's class. She read the final paper several times to make sure that it was flawless. This was her chance to impress the man who potentially held the keys to her future. She attached everything into an email, and she typed a message to the professor: Hello Professor, I hope you're doing well. Thank you so much for meeting with me today. I know that you're an extremely busy person. I've attached all of the essays that you've wanted to look at. I've gotten A's on all of them. I've also attached my final project for your class, which I've completed early. I hope everything is satisfactory. Let me know if there's anything else you need from me, or if you want to meet again to discuss anything relating to the recommendation letter. I really appreciate this. Best wishes, Sabrina The email was sent, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She had been sitting in front of her computer for several hours, with very little rest, in order to send the professor the documents as quickly as possible. With the extra time before dinner, Sabrina checked her facebook updates to see what was new in her social circle. An email came. It was a reply from the professor: Meet me in my office. Monday. 9 am. Sabrina was slightly puzzled by the professor's cryptic and brief email. She wondered if he even bothered to look at any of the attached documents, and if she had spent the past few hours working hard for nothing. Just then, she received another email. It was another reply from the professor: We'll discuss the terms of the recommendation letter. It was the message she wanted. She smiled to herself knowing that the professor's connections to the top law schools was just within reach. Years of hard work was finally paying off. All she needed to do was whatever the professor wanted. Part 2 of 4: The Determined Student Monday. Early morning. Sabrina waited outside the office wearing a semi-formal outfit. She wanted to look sophisticated for the professor. She wanted to prove that she was worth it. He arrived at 9 am exactly. He was holding a small unmarked paper bag, and he barely acknowledged Sabrina when she stood up to greet him. They shook hands, then he unlocked the door to the office and let her in. He closed the door after. The mood was awkward as the professor prepared his desk and turned on his computer, while seemingly ignoring the college student standing in the room. "I hope you had a good weekend," she said, breaking the tension. The professor sat down behind his desk, and Sabrina sat across from him. "I had a great weekend," he replied. "Most of it was spent grading papers. But I also had time for other activities. And you?" "School work mostly. I've been studying hard for exams, and writing papers for other classes." He nodded. "As you should be." "Speaking of which, have you read those papers I've sent you?" "No, I haven't," he replied bluntly. "Oh, I thought you needed them for..." "I won't be looking at them, Sabrina. I'm not interested in reading your essays for other classes. I don't have time for that." "Does that mean you'll be giving me the recommendation?" she asked cautiously. "No," he replied. "You still have to earn it." "What do I have to do then?" He looked at her with a sharp gaze. "Are you a discreet person, Sabrina?" "What do you mean?" "Are you able to keep a secret?" "I've always been a trustworthy person. Why?" "I'm very interested in you," he said. "You intrigue me. But you'll have to promise me that everything we discuss remains confidential. Can you do that? If everything works out, I promise, I'll do my best to get you into whatever school you want. And I always keep my promises." Sabrina took a short breath and tried to keep her composure. She wasn't sure where the conversation was headed, but she liked the outcome. She wanted his help. "I promise. Everything we discuss will be a secret." He nodded slowly. "I'm glad to hear it." "May I ask what this is about? I still don't understand what you want from me." "You've taken three of my courses, correct?" "That's right." "You've always intrigued me," he said. "Since the day we meet, I've found you to be an interesting person. And I've always enjoyed reading your papers. In fact, to be perfectly honest, I still read your papers sometimes. Your thoughts on women's rights, and women's sexual freedoms are fairly profound." "Thank you sir." "I have an assignment for you," he said. "It's completely off the record. No one will ever know. Obviously, it's optional. But if you do it, I'll give you an automatic A in my class, and I'll help you get into a top tier law school." Sabrina hesitantly nodded. "Okay." "It's a reading assignment. I want you to read the assigned material. Tomorrow, I want you here at 9 am prepared to discuss it." The professor reached for the brown paper bag and placed it on his desk, in front of Sabrina. "What is the reading assignment about?" she asked, puzzled. "Everything in this bag belongs to you. Consider it a gift. Don't open it until late at night. I want you to read the bookmarked story before bed. I want your insight because of your unique perspective on women's issues. Can you do this for me?" "I can." "Good," he nodded. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a busy day. I'm sure you're busy today as well." "Thank you professor." Sabrina stood up and gave the professor a hand shake. Then she took the brown bag and left the office. She didn't bother to look inside the bag. She was too afraid to look. *** That night. Sabrina laid in bed with the lights still on. She had just finished her rigorous study routine for the night. Her eyes were sore, and she was mentally exhausted. The night wasn't over yet. She looked at the counter top next to her bed and saw the brown bag. It had almost slipped her mind. She sat up on the bed and reached for the bag. When Sabrina opened the bag, she was shocked by what she saw. There was a moderately sized pink dildo, which was in the shape of a man's penis. She picked it up and looked at it, wondering if it was a mistake. Maybe the professor gave me the wrong bag? Why does he even have this? She had come to the conclusion that there was no mistake. The professor was far too precise and intelligent to be making these kinds of mistakes, she thought. She put the dildo on her bed and searched the bottom of the bag. The only thing there was a very large book. It was old and worn out. She looked at the cover. It was a compilation book of various bdsm stories. She flipped through the table of contents to see that all of the stories were about sex. Not just any kind of sex, but stories of dominance and submission. This is sexual harassment! She thought. Sabrina closed the book and put it on the nearby table. She was angry, shocked, and saddened. She didn't know how to feel. Then she remembered the professor's comment, that the reading was optional. She didn't have to do anything. But then she wouldn't receive anything either. After thinking for a few moments, she realized that there was no harm. It was just a book. All she had to do was read it and discuss it with the professor. Then she would get the professor's help. The dildo would go in the trash later, where it belonged. After a deep breath, she picked up the book and leaned on her pillow to get comfortable. There was a bookmark in the middle of the book. She opened it to find the story that the professor had assigned. She began to read: ~~~ Christina was an independent woman, an artist, and a women's rights activist. She ran a successful art gallery in the downtown area. She was approached by a man named Frank, who offers to sell some of his own work. He shows her pictures, and she's very impressed with his photos and paintings. She visits his small studio to find that the majority of his work is bdsm related. On the wall were images of women being tied and pleasured. Christina politely tells Frank that she doesn't agree with the content, and then she politely declines the offer to buy the artwork. Frank continues to solicit a business relationship from her. He emails her more of his pictures, which showed women being bound & gagged. Then there were pictures of the women in various states of intense orgasm. Christina felt conflicted by the pictures. She thought they were lewd, but tastefully done. They were definitely stimulating to her in some way. She was intrigued. She agreed to meet him again to discuss a potential deal. At his small studio, Frank convinced her that bdsm wasn't such a bad thing. He convinced her that it was something beautiful, and that women received much pleasure from it. Christina was skeptical, but she agreed to experience light bondage at Frank's request. It opened the door to Christina's newfound bdsm fetish. ~~~ After reading the story, Sabrina found herself mildly aroused. With the stress of the upcoming finals, sex was the last thing on her mind, but the story changed that. She was moist between the legs. She was fascinated by the characters. She became enthralled with the idea of the female character in the story being tied & used sexually. Suddenly, the dildo from the brown bag didn't seem like such a bad idea anymore... *** The next day. Sabrina sat across the desk from the professor. He simply looked at her without saying a word. He took another sip of his coffee. The longer the silence continued, the more uncomfortable she became with their meeting. "I want to know what makes you tick," he said, breaking the silence. "I want to know how your mind works in every detail. Are you okay with that?" "I am." "Did you read the story I assigned you?" "I did. I thought it was well written." "What else did you think about it?" he asked. "What did you think of the main character's journey?" Sabrina paused for a moment. "I thought the main character's journey is somewhat common for many people. I've done a lot of research on sexuality over the years. People are constantly discovering their fetishes throughout life. There's absolutely nothing wrong with sexual exploration. It's part of being human." "Do you think that story was realistic at all? Do you think something like that could happen to a devout feminist?" "Why not?" she replied. "The character in that story is human like everyone else. The fact that she's a feminist probably fueled the taboo of being submissive to a dominate male. Just because someone is a feminist, doesn't mean they can't enjoy a fulfilling sex life." He smiled, "You're a very smart girl. I enjoy hearing your insight." "Does this mean I've earned your recommendation?" "Not yet. I want to know if you used the toy I gave you. Did you use it on yourself while reading the story? Or did you use it afterwards?" A dumbfounded look came over her face. "What do you mean?" "Did you use the dildo on yourself." "I...I don't see how that's any of your business." "Whatever you say will remain confidential. I'm retiring at the end of the year, remember? In a few more weeks, you won't ever see me again." She thought for a moment. "I used the dildo on myself after reading the story." "What were you thinking about?" "The lead character at the end of the story. You know, being tied." "Have you always had a bondage fetish?" he inquired. "I don't think this is appropriate. I already did everything you asked." "We still have plenty of time," he replied. "You are a very special girl. You're hard working, and very determined. I appreciate those qualities, and I want you to experience the joys of life. I'm not trying to hurt you. You should trust me on this." The Bondage Professor "What do you want from me?" "Right now, I'm giving you another assignment." "Will it be the last one?" "Maybe," he replied. "As of right now, you have an A in my class. That's all. If you listen to me, I'll use my connections on your behalf." "Fine," she nodded. "Read the 7th story in that book. Then I want you to masturbate with the dildo. Tomorrow, we'll meet again. We'll talk about the story. And I want you to tell me about your orgasm. Can you do that?" "Yes." "Good. And we won't be meeting in my office. I'll email you the location tomorrow morning. Understood?" "Do you promise to use your connections for me?" "I promise." "Then it's a deal." Part 3 of 4: Naked Red Bottom Later that night. Sabrina & Ashley washed the dishes together after dinner. They had cooked together also. When the dishes were dried and placed on the rack, Ashley put the towel down and leaned against the countertop. "This is the worst finals week of my life," Ashley moaned. "Why did I have to major in biology?" "Because you want to do good things with your life. It'll be worth it." "You think so?" "I hope so," Sabrina shrugged. "Well that's reassuring." Sabrina leaned against the kitchen countertop and looked at her best friend. "I can't believe how far we've come," she said. "We used to talk about being grown ups when we were kids. Now look at us. We're on the verge of having great careers." Ashley smiled, "One more semester and then we aren't roommates anymore. It makes me want to cry thinking about it." "We'll be fine. It's for the best." Ashley nodded. "You're right. From the sound of things, you'll be headed to the best law school in the country." "That arrangement hasn't been finalized yet." "What's going on with that guy anyway? Why doesn't he just write the damn thing and get it over with like a normal professor?" "He just wants to be thorough, that's all," Sabrina replied. "I think we'll be done after another round of questioning about my academic record and future goals. That sort of thing." "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he has a thing for you," Ashley replied with a bad pun. "What makes you say that?" "The way he calls on you in class. The way he looks at you. It's kind of obvious, well, to me anyway." "He treats everyone the same way in class." "It's weird that he's spending so much time with you lately," Ashley noted. "Do you have a crush on him by any chance?" "No!" Sabrina replied with amusement and horror. "How could you say something like that?" Ashley made a funny face. "Gosh. I was just wondering. Jeez. Don't be so defensive about it." "Anyway, there's plenty of time to joke about this later. Right now, I need to study. You aren't the only person with brutal exams coming up." "Then we better hit the books." "That's right." *** After closing her door, Sabrina laid comfortably on her bed with her back on the pillow. It was her favorite position to study in. Her eyes quickly glanced through the books and notes for her classes. She was already prepared and everything was ahead of schedule. She closed the material and briefly rested her eyes. The professor's assignment was still on her mind. She briefly wondered if Ashley was right that she was developing a small crush on him. The power he possessed over her was a big taboo. Sabrina moved her school things aside and picked up the large bdsm book. She got back to her comfortable position in bed and opened the book to Chapter 7. She began to read: ~~~ Elizabeth was a successful business woman. She had a large office in a corporate office. She had grown accustomed to giving orders to strong men. The company she worked for had been acquired by another company. Suddenly, she had a new male boss. Elizabeth's new boss was much different than anyone she had ever worked with in the past. The new boss wasn't intimidated by her, or by her beauty. He exuded confidence and Elizabeth's sex appeal didn't work on him. He immediately established himself as the person in charge. He established himself as her superior. By the end of the story, he had weekly visits to her private office to let her know that she was his submissive. Elizabeth found herself bound & tied on her own desk. He used whichever hole suited his mood. Sometimes he would fuck her mouth, other times he would fuck her anally. It was her new role in the company. ~~~ Sabrina closed the book and spread her arms & legs across the bed. There was a tingling feeling between her thighs. Deep down, it made her feel guilty to be aroused by a story in which a strong woman was sexually degraded by a man. But she was aroused nonetheless. The professor's assignment was clear- he wanted her to use the dildo. She reached inside her drawer for the sex toy. Then she removed her bottom clothing completely. She laid down on the bed with her legs spread and began to caress her pussy with her fingers. When she was aroused enough, and wet enough, she inserted the sex toy inside. The toy moved in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were closed. She imaged lewd thoughts of the female character in the book being orally fucked while being tied to her desk. She tried to keep her masturbation quiet so Ashley wouldn't hear. Her mind stayed busy, and so did her fingers which guided the sex toy. Before long, her toes curled and her back slightly arched. She clenched her mouth shut so she wouldn't make any loud moaning noises. She came. Then her body relaxed and she laid in bed with a blissful feeling. It was a dirty fantasy. If only I had discovered this sooner... *** The next day. It was 7 am in the morning. Sabrina followed the instructions the professor had emailed her. She wore a nice buttoned top with an office skirt. Instead of meeting in his office, they met outside of an empty classroom, which he opened with his key. He was carrying a paper shopping bag. After they entered the classroom, he locked the door. "Have a seat," he said, turning on the lights. "I'm a little nervous today," Sabrina said almost playfully as she walked around the empty room. "Why?" "Everything we've been doing. This classroom." "Don't be nervous," he replied. "You don't need to be." "I hope not." Sabrina sat down in the front row of the large classroom. "Nice choice," he smiled. "Good girls always sit in the front row. I like good girls." "Have you done this before?" "Done what?" "This," she replied. "Have you made other female students do sexual things for you in exchange for your recommendation letter, or a good grade?" "I have a prestigious academic career, Sabrina. I wouldn't risk my reputation by soliciting favors from random students." "Then why do this with me?" "Because you're special," he said bluntly. "You've intrigued me since the first time I saw you. You've continued to intrigue me every time you speak in class, and whenever I read your work. You're a special person. And you're the most beautiful student I've ever had." "Flattering words, but how do you know I won't file a complaint against you for sexual harassment? I've done it before to other men." "You won't. You're far too determined to end this now. I have something that you desperately want. So, shall we get started now? The sooner we begin, the sooner we finish." She slowly nodded. "Fine." "Did you read the story last night?" "I did." "What did you think about it?" She thought for a moment. "I thought it was arousing. I've never been into that sort of thing before. I've always felt that sex should be mutual between men & women. Everything should be equal. And obviously my political leanings are on the feminist side. But it was very exciting to read. I enjoyed it." "I'm assuming you masturbated with the dildo again." "I did." "What did you think about specifically?" he asked. "The female character being tied to her desk. Being used. That sort of thing. That was the most erotic part of the story." The professor made a gesture to his brown bag. "I figured you would enjoy that scene. Luckily I came prepared. And fortunately we're in an empty classroom with a large desk. Care to experiment with something new?" "I...I don't think we..." "The door is locked Sabrina. No one will ever know. I'll never tell. I have far too much to lose. I'm retiring at the end of the year and you'll never have to see me again. I can also help you with scholarships and other ways to make your education more affordable. We can help each other." She struggled emotionally for a moment. "I don't know. I'm not that kind of person." "I'll do all the work. You don't have to do anything. I'm not going to penetrate you either, orally or vaginally. I just want to explore." "And if I want to stop?" she asked. "Then we'll stop." "Fine." "Come to the front of the class. Lay your stomach down on the professor's table." Sabrina stood up and walked towards the front table. She tried her best to put up a brave face. It was a line she never thought she would cross with a man, but she was doing it. She was prepared to let her body be used by the much older professor, all for the sake of advancing her education. No one would ever know. She laid her stomach and chest onto the table, with her face towards the empty classroom. She closed her eyes, almost in a state of shame. She heard the professor walking behind her. Then she felt his hands gently slid up her office skirt. "Relax," he said. "I'll be gentle with you. You are safe with me." The professor gently pulled her panties down, and she lifted each foot so the panties could be removed. She felt vulnerable and exposed with her dress lifted with no panties on. She heard the crumpling sound of the paper bag being opened. She continued clenching her eyes shut. She was too afraid to look. Then she felt her ankles being tied with a soft rope. She didn't resist, and she didn't object. It happened so fast. Before she knew it, her ankles were tied to the bottom of the table. The professor moved around the table and repeated the process with her wrists. In an equally swift process, Sabrina's wrists were tied to the bottom of the table. She was completely tied & bound. "Please relax," he said. "Things will be easier that way." The professor softly spanked Sabrina's bare bottom. It was a shock and surprise to her. It caused her eyes to widen completely. Even as a child she had never been spanked. It was a new sensation. Before she could emotionally process the situation, another spank came. Then another. The soft spanks were slowly becoming harder. The spanks began to echo in the large college classroom. "How do you feel?" he asked in a fatherly manner. "Are you able to handle this?" "It stings a little bit." "It'll be over soon. The sooner you cum, the sooner we'll be finished." Her eyes remained wide. The sooner I cum? He was intending to make her orgasm, and she didn't resist. She didn't fight back. She didn't tell him to fuck off. Her feminist values were eroding, and deep down, she liked it. She heard the sound of the professor reaching inside of his brown bag again. She was nervous and she didn't know what to expect. When he tossed the bag away, she found out what he was reaching for. There was another slap to her exposed ass. It wasn't his hand. It was a small rubber paddle. The paddle hurt worse than his bare hand. There was a stinging feeling to it. He continued whacking her bare bottom. It began to hurt badly. Her bottom turned a bright shade of red. She bit her lower lip and tried not to cry like a little girl. She didn't want to appear weak to her dominant and strong professor. The pain grew. The professor continued striking harder and faster. She wanted to cry. Suddenly, he stopped. She heard him place the paddle onto the table, and then he got down on his knees to softly caress her burning ass. He rubbed it in a soothing way. He gave it soft kisses. Then he reached below and played with her swollen clitoris. "Oh..." she moaned. She was able to avoid making noises during the spankings, but not for the direct stimulation to her engorged clitoris. The professor rubbed her clitoris in a fast circular motion with two fingers. With his other hand, he continued caressing the sore bottom. He continued softly kissing her bottom as if he was worshiping it. He even gave it a few licks. "I think I'm going to cum," she admitted shamefully. "Cum for me, dear. Be my little sex kitten and have a wonderful orgasm." He pressed his face against her sore bottom and continued to furiously rub her clitoris. Sabrina's eyes rolled back. Her mouth was wide open. Her body tensed. The muscles in her back & legs contracted, but there was no way she could move since her limbs were tied to the desk. Soft groans escaped her mouth. Soon, a small river of clear fluids gushed from her hot pussy. The professor didn't stop his finger motions until everything was out. Then he gave her bottom another kiss. The professor stood up and gave Sabrina a kiss on the side of her face. He kissed her hair a few times too. When the professor untied Sabrina, she sat on the floor in a fetal position. Her body felt like jelly. Her strength was gone. The professor sat down on the floor next to her. "You were wonderful," he said. "Truly wonderful." "Is that what you wanted?" she replied with a deep breath. "It was more than what I wanted. You are truly amazing." "Does this mean we're done?" she asked, unsure of whether she wanted it to end or not. "No. We're not even close to being done. As of right now, you've earned an A+ in my class. But you haven't earned my connections yet. If you do, I'll try my absolute hardest to get you into the law school of your choice. And I'll help get you scholarships to pay for everything." "What do I have to do?" "Now, I want you to continue studying for your other exams. You're an A student. You should act like it." "And after?" she asked. "What happens after exams are done." "Do you plan on going anywhere? Do you live nearby at your family home? Or do you stay in a dorm?" "I share an apartment with my roommate. We'll both be going home after finals week. We have flights scheduled. Why?" The professor rubbed his hand through her hair. "Cancel your flight. Reschedule it a few days later." "But my family? They're expecting me home soon." "I'll only need a few days. Tell them you're finishing up a major project for school. They'll understand." "What are we going to do?" she asked. "When your roommate leaves, I want to visit your apartment. I want to see how you live. I want to take my time with you. I want us to be alone together. I'm curious about you on a personal level. As I've mentioned before, I'm very interested in you. You fascinate me." "What about...sexually...What are your plans for me?" He smiled, "We'll figure it out." "You're not going to fuck me. That's where I draw the line." "What can you do for me then?" She thought for a moment. "You can spank me again." "Will you suck my cock?" She hesitantly nodded. "Okay. But that's it." "We better get going. Don't forget your panties. They're on the table. And don't forget about our plans. I promise that everything will be worth it." With that said, the professor stood up and put the ropes and paddle back inside of the brown bag. Then he walked away, leaving her alone in the room. Sabrina continued sitting in the fetal position as she collected her thoughts. The orgasmic feeling was still flowing through her body. She couldn't tell if she loved the bondage experience, or if she hated it. The small puddle of fluids she left behind gave her the answer. Part 4 of 4: More Than We Agreed A week later. Sabrina looked through the window of her apartment to see the view. She was alone, and Ashley had already left after finishing all of her exams. Sabrina should have left too. She should have been home with her family. Instead, she was waiting for the professor. She had already given him the address. She waited in a meditative state for him to come. She wore a nice blue dress. It was classy & casual. She was barefoot with nothing underneath the dress. Everything she had done with the professor was against her nature. It was against the strong values she had been raised with. And it was against the values she wanted to uphold as a future lawyer. But the professor had given her the best orgasm of her life. She thought about the orgasm everyday. She masturbated thinking about the professor every night. She wondered what he had planned. The door bell rang and she let the professor in the building. She opened the door and waited for him. When he made his way to the floor of her apartment, she smiled at him. He was dressed in a semi-casual attire and he was carrying a brown paper bag. They greeted each other and he entered her apartment with confidence, as if he was the owner. Sabrina closed the door and he looked around the living room after taking off his shoes. "Beautiful place," he said, continuing to survey the room. "Thank you. I've been living here for nearly 4 years with my roommate. We made the best of it." "Have you told your roommate about any of this?" "No. God no. I haven't told anyone. I never will." "It should stay that way," he nodded. "You look lovely in that dress. You're like a gift waiting to be opened." "Thank you," she replied nervously. "Can I get you anything to drink?" "I'm fine. Do you mind if we sit down and talk?" "Of course." They both sat down on the living room couch. "I have a gift for you," he said. He reached inside of the brown bag and handed Sabrina an envelope. She opened it and saw a typed letter on a paper which had the official markings & headings of the university. She quickly skimmed the page. It was a glowing recommendation letter from the professor, which stated that Sabrina was without a doubt the most intelligent student he had ever met. It also gave glowing praise of her moral character and work ethic. There was even a long statement on Sabrina's passion for women's rights. "I...I'm speechless," she managed to say. "This is so wonderful. It's better than anything I could have written myself." "You probably won't be needing that letter. I've already spoken with an old friend who works at a top tier law school. Your application will be getting a special screening." "Which school?" "Top tier. You'll be very pleased. I've also spoken with people regarding potential scholarships. Everything is being arranged." She put her hands on her chest. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. I mean, wow. This is more than I ever could have hoped for. This is really going to change my life." "I've never done this much for a student. I'm only doing this for you." "I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything," he said sternly. "If you want to express your gratitude, then remove your dress." It was a sobering moment. Her moment of carefree excitement was met with the reality that there were conditions to be fulfilled. She took a deep breath and stood up. Their eyes were locked to each other. Her fingers pinched the bottom of her blue dress. Then she lifted the dress overhead to reveal her thin legs, her shaved pussy, and her small perky breasts with its pink nipples. She stood naked before him, trying her best to keep a brave face. She tried not to show any signs of nervousness or arousal. But her slightly trembling fingers revealed her nervousness. And her hardening pink nipples became completely stiff, showing her arousal. "Perfect," he said, with his eyes roaming her nudity from head to toe. "You are a vision of perfection." The Bondage Professor "Thank you." "I'm sure you're wondering what's in the bag. You look nervous. Don't worry, I'm not a sadist. I'm just a normal man with a common fantasy." His eyes continued roaming every inch of her body, taking in her beauty. "What fantasy is that?" she asked with a genuine curiosity. He stood up and put his hand inside the bag. He thought for a moment to give a definitive answer to Sabrina's question. "I love smart, independent women. Someone like you. I came across bondage literature years ago and I was strangely attracted to it. I felt so guilty about it, because I've always been a strong supporter of women's rights, just like you. But it's just a sexual fantasy right? No one gets hurts. Everyone gets pleasure. Do you agree?" "Yes." "It's a common fantasy. There's no shame in enjoying it. There shouldn't be." The professor took out a black collar from the bag. It looked erotic, yet intimidating. It was specifically made for sexual purposes. "What is that?" she asked. "It's a collar for your neck. I think it'll look nice on you. It says 'slut' on it. It's a fun name for our time together." "Have you done this with other women?" "No. I've never had the courage. If only I was braver." "You have me now." He smiled. "You're right. I do. Now relax while I put the collar on." The professor put the bag on the couch and brushed Sabrina's hair back. He wrapped the collar around her neck and began to tighten it. He was mindful not to make it too tight. He didn't want to chock or suffocate her. He just wanted to make her a bit uncomfortable, which it did. When he stepped back, Sabrina was naked except for the neck collar with the word SLUT labeled across the front of her throat. "Look at yourself in the mirror," he said. Sabrina walked to the living room mirror, which was right next to the front door. She looked at her naked body. She looked at the collar around her neck which labeled her a slut. It was against all of the principles she had stood for. She felt ashamed of herself. But she felt so aroused. No one can ever know about this. Ever "What do you think?" he asked, standing behind her with rope in his hands. "It's a provocative sight." "It is. Now press your hands together. I'm going to tie you." Sabrina pressed her hands together, and the professor tied her wrists with a soft black rope while he was still standing behind her. It didn't take long. Within moments, her hands were bound together. "What now?" she asked. He casually walked backwards while looking at her. He stood in the center of the living room and looked her straight in the eyes. "Now I want you to suck my cock. I'm sure you're good at it. I want you to be an obedient sex kitten and show me how good you can suck." Sabrina walked towards him with her hands bound together. He was much taller than her. After a moment of brief eye contact, she dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle and unzip his pants with her tied hands. She pulled his pants down to his ankles to reveal a semi-erect penis. She looked at it for a moment. It was slightly larger than her last boyfriend's. She held it in her hand and briefly caressed it before pausing to think. She hesitated. "I want you to know that I don't normally do this," she said after some reflection. "I've only done this sort of thing in relationships. I've always been against women using their bodies or sexuality to get what they want." "Which is exactly why I want my cock in your mouth." The comment slightly offended her. But it still sent a tingle between her legs. She leaned forward to suck his cock. She had always loved sucking cock for her past boyfriends. It was something she had grown to enjoy since the first time she had ever done it. It had become an expertise of hers. There were never complaints. She had always received rave reviews for her oral sex skills. With her lips wrapped around the cock, she bobbed her head as she sucked. Her tied wrists limited her hand movement. Her tongue swirled around the head & shaft. She looked up at the tall professor standing above her as she continued to suck. They made eye contact, which was somewhat arousing and partially humiliating. She looked away when she began to take his cock deeper inside of her mouth. Then she sucked each of his balls. "You're great at this," he groaned. "I knew you would be. You have the lips for it." "Thank you," she whispered, after briefly taking it out of her mouth. She returned to work, hoping to make him cum as fast as possible. The more effort she put into sucking his cock, the more aroused she had become in the process. She didn't need to touch her pussy to realize that she was soaking wet between the legs. "That's enough for now," he said. "I want you bent over the dining table. On your stomach. We're going to have sex in a moment." She gave him a dumbfounded look. "Our deal was for a blowjob. That's it." "Deals can always be improved." "Please. I only agreed to give you a blowjob." "Touch yourself between the legs. Your body knows what it wants. If you're dry, then I'll walk out, and I'll give you everything you want. If you're wet, then we still have work to do." The professor was persistent. Sabrina knew it was a pointless argument. Her heart wanted it. Her pussy wanted it. There was no point in fighting. Whatever he's going to do, it's going to feel good. He's going to make me cum again. So why fight it? She stood up and walked to the dining table, which was only a few feet away. She bent over, placing her hands, face, breasts, and stomach onto the table. The table which she had shared countless meals with her best friend had suddenly become a place for sexual gratification. She wondered what he would do next, but she had no idea. She didn't know what to expect. She heard the sounds of the bag ruffling as the professor searched through it. The professor tied her bound hands to the legs of the table using more black rope. Sabrina's wrists were completely restricted and there was no way she could move her arms. The professor also tied each of her ankles to the bottom of the table. Sabrina's legs were spread apart, and her pussy & anus were wide open. "Do you know what a flog is?" he asked. "Yes," she nervously replied. "I'm going to use it on you. Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. It may sting a little. Let me know if it's too much." Sabrina clenched the rope tightly as the flog tapped her ass cheeks. The second swing was more forceful. She remembered the feeling of the last spanking all too well. It was a feeling she would never forget. But the flog was much more potent than the paddle. Each end of the flog sent a tingling sensation through her pussy and spine. Each end of the flog stimulated her sexually. The flogging moved to her upper back. The snapping sounds were loud next to her ear. It stung. She began to groan each time she was hit. The pain grew sharper and sharper. But so did the pleasure. It became a potent & perfect combination. He flogged her hard across the back, and her pussy became wetter. She moaned loudly with each strike. When her back was turning red, he turned the attention of his flog lower, striking the back of her thighs. The area was so sensitive that it made her scream. Sabrina clenched onto the rope tighter in hopes of alleviating the pain. The flogging moved to each of Sabrina's ass cheeks. It was the spot which gave her the most pleasure. Each end of the flog struck her forcefully and made her hornier. The flogging stopped for a merciful moment, and the professor inserted two of his fingers inside of her pussy. "My god," he said. "You're like a faucet. You poor thing." "I...I need to cum." He smiled, "In a few moments, my dear. We need to finish our foreplay first." The professor returned to his striking position, and he gently struck Sabrina right between the ass cheeks. She cried when the ends of the flog directly hit the ultra sensitive skin of her pussy & anus. He let her adjust to the pain for a moment before sending another strike her way. He continued flogging her pussy and asshole. He put the flog down and used his open hand to slap her sensitive sexual area. The slap was soft at first. But then he increased the strength for each slap. He even made sure to slap her swollen clitoris, which made her squeal like a virgin. His hand became dripping wet with Sabrina's pussy fluids after each slap. "I think you're ready. Do you want to cum now?" "Yes," she moaned. "You've been a good girl. So it's only fair that I oblige." He reached in the bag again. Sabrina couldn't see what the professor was reaching for. All she heard was the bag ruffling. Then she felt his fingers spread her labia as he inserted an object. It was a sex toy. Smooth and perfectly shaped. It easily slid inside of her pussy because of its small size, which somewhat disappointed her. She needed something bigger. The sex object was then removed from her pussy, which disappointed her again. When the object was pressed against the outer ring of her anus, she realized what was happening. The professor only inserted the object in her pussy for lubrication. The sex object was meant for her ass. She braced herself as the small sex toy was slowly being pushed inside of her anus. It penetrated the tight ring and went in her rectum. The professor took his time and did things slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She enjoyed the sensations of feeling herself being stretched. Soon, she forgot about the pain she felt from the flogging. The slight pain from the sex toy in her ass was much more potent and arousing. Once the small sex toy was inside of her ass, the professor left it there as a plug. Then the sound of a package being opened echoed in the quiet room. "What are you doing?" Sabrina asked with her face still down. "I'm putting on a condom. I'm going to fuck your pussy because you're a slut." Those words sent a tingle down her spine, and an excitement in her pussy. Even though her ankles were tied, she tried her best to spread her legs further. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be used like a piece of meat. She knew the professor wouldn't let her down. He grabbed her strongly by the hips and pressed his hard cock against her labia. He gently pushed and entered. It was an easy entry since she was spread apart and deeply aroused. Sabrina's pussy was a soaking hot mess. The professor savored the feeling of the college girl's pussy. Then he pushed all the way in, making Sabrina press her face on the table and gasp. The professor placed both of his hands on Sabrina's shoulders, pulling her upwards. He slowly gyrated his hips, fucking her. Sabrina moaned every time the cock was shoved inside her body. Her bound hands clenched tightly as they tugged on the rope. Her delicate pussy was taking a real pounding and her moans became louder. He caressed her hair with one hand, making sure that her hair was behind her back. Then he reached down with the same hand to fondle her small tits, pinching her swollen pink nipple. "Are you my slut?" he asked with a depraved voice. "Yes." "Say it." "I'm your slut," she groaned. "Your dirty slut." He continued fucking her even harder. He continued clenching her shoulder with one hand, and folding her tit with his other hand. "You're not a feminist with me, are you?" "No." "What are you?" he asked. "I'm your slut," she groaned. "I need to be treated like this." He pounded her even harder. Their hot sex made loud slapping noises from his crotch smacking her soft ass every time he gave a thrust. Her groans became erratic breathing noises as she began to lose control of her body's senses. She let go. She gave her body completely to the professor. Everything was his. He used both hands to fondle her tits and to pinch her nipples hard, which made her gasp in pain. He pinched them harder, making her gasp some more. "I...I need to cum..." she said faintly. "Say it louder!" "I need to cum! Please!' He knew exactly what to do. The professor moved his hands down. One to hold her hip. The other to reach down to fondle her clitoris. Sabrina cried the moment he rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion. At that moment, Sabrina was being stimulated by her pussy being fucked, the sex toy in her asshole, and the finger playing with her clitoris. She cried out loud, not caring if the neighbors could hear. They probably did. Whoever was listening was probably aroused. She didn't care. Sabrina cried and her toes curled. Her arms & legs pulled against the rope with all of her strength, but to no avail. Her lower back tried to arch, but the bondage was just too tight. Her face twisted with pleasure. Her eyes widened. She came. Powerfully. Fluids were everywhere. Her small pussy had become a sexual faucet. The professor neared his orgasm. Even as Sabrina's body had become limp & lifeless, he continued ravishing her spent pussy until he was satisfied. He shot massive loads of cum inside the condom he wore. He grunted, then his thrusts came to a halt before he leaned down on Sabrina's back to rest. Both of them were a sweaty mess by the time the sex was over. He continuously kissed the hair on the back of her head. "You are a goddess," he groaned, out of breath. "A true goddess. I can retire a happy man." Sabrina was still lifeless, but breathing heavily. "Untie me," she softly managed to speak with a faint breath. The professor pulled his flaccid condom covered cock out of her pussy and began to untie her. When she was free, Sabrina laid down on the floor, on top of her own vaginal fluids. The professor sat down next to her, caressing her soft hair. "I'm going to give you whatever you want. I'll try my absolute hardest. You are magnificent." She looked at him. "So are you. I've never...I've never cum like that before." "We have a few short days together. I intend to make the best of it. For the next few days, you'll be my dirty little sex kitten. Then you can go home to your family and enjoy your break." She smiled, "I'm already enjoying my break." With that, Sabrina laid her head on the professor's lap. She pulled the wet condom away. She took the flaccid penis in her mouth and sucked the cum. The professor moaned. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.