11 comments/ 40788 views/ 57 favorites Bondage Professor, Curious Student By: HeyAll Part 1 of 3: The Learned Student Christina wore her tshirt without a bra. She preferred the freedom of being braless. Most people didn't notice anyway since her breasts & nipples were embarrassingly small. Then she wore a stylish thin sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. Her fingers brushed through her hair to create a breezy casual look. It matched her free spirited all-American style. Not much make-up was needed except for some eye liner. After a quick glance in the mirror, she was ready to go. She grabbed her things and left the dorm. The early morning office meeting with Professor Kelly was scheduled for 9 am sharp. Christina waited in front of the office. The professor wasn't there yet. By 9:13, the professor briskly walked down the hall carrying a stack of papers and her purse. Professor Kelly was a tall voluptuous woman that moved gracefully. Her presence was commanding. She could be stern if necessary, but she was mostly friendly. Even in her middle age, the students considered her to be the 'cool' professor on campus. "Sorry I'm late," the professor said. "No problem at all." Professor Kelly struggled to reach for her keys while her arms were full, but she managed to open the office door. "Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable." The professor put her stuff down in the messy office and she sat behind her desk. Christina sat across from her. "You seem busy this morning," Christina noted, looking at the mess. "I'm always busy," the professor replied. "Try grading midterm essays for over a hundred students." "Yikes. I can imagine." Professor Kelly leaned back in her seat to relax from the already busy morning. "So, what can I do for you Christina?" "I was hoping to get your advice on some things." The professor nodded. "Let's hear it." "I'm almost finished with my degree in English and a minor in Women & Gender Studies. I've already spoken with my parents and I want to pursue a Master's degree in Literature." "You sound like you've made a firm decision." "I have," Christina replied. "I want to become a professional novelist someday. I think a Master's degree will help improve my credentials and writing abilities." "Don't you know that most novelists live tortured lives and are destined for poverty?" the professor joked. Christina gave a faint smile, "I'm aware of the potential consequences." "What kind of novels do you want to write? Any ideas?" "I have some ideas that I'm working on. Stories about women's lives. The struggles they experience. Different cultures. Things like that." "So how can I help?" the professor asked. "Well, to be honest, you're my biggest influence in writing. I've read all of your novels. I love your writing style and themes of female empowerment." Professor Kelly gave a faint smile and nod. "That's a very kind thing to say. Not many students have bothered to read my novels." "That's really unfortunate. You're amazing." "And I'm assuming you need some tips," the professor said, eyebrow raised. "I was hoping you could give me some pointers on a possible thesis paper." "So you want me to be your mentor." "Something like that," Christina nodded. "I don't have a problem with that. You're a wonderful student and a great person. I enjoy mentoring students." "I hope it's not a burden though." "Not at all," the professor replied emphatically. "I became a teacher for this very reason. I feel like this is my contribution to the world. You'll know exactly what I mean when you become a successful novelist someday." "You're the best. Seriously, you have no idea how happy this makes me." "But I have to warn you, I'm always busy. I teach a lot of classes and I mentor a lot of students. But you can always feel free to email me." Christina nodded. "That's fine. I understand." *** The literature class had an emphasis of women of color. It was a mid-sized classroom with over 50 students. Most of the students were white females. The professor gave a lecture on the assigned reading, and the students simply listened. "Pecola is a very complex character, as you've all read," the professor lectured. "She is someone with a deep longing to become something. Perhaps one of you could share your thoughts as to why Pecola wishes to have blue eyes." The room was silent for a split second. A few hands were going up when the professor spoke again. "Christina," the professor said. "Why don't you enlighten us on the reading?" Christina quickly sat up straight. "Okay." "Why did Pecola wish to have blue eyes." "Because the perception is that having blue eyes is beautiful, and not having them is considered 'ugly' in a way," Christina replied thoughtfully. "Is it really that simple?" Christina looked slightly dumbfounded. "Well, that's what the book implies." "Did you read the book, or did you look at the cliff notes online?" Professor Kelly's voice was slightly raised, slightly annoyed. Christina was sitting in the middle of the room and other students turned to look at her. "I read the book," Christina replied. "Then give me the right answer. Why did Pecola wish to have blue eyes?" "Because society views blue eyes as being 'beautiful.' And Pecola wanted to be accepted and to be beautiful." "You've said that already. Is that the best you've got?" the professor asked with a slightly stern voice, eyebrow arched. More students turned to look at Christina. "Did I give the wrong answer?" Christina asked, almost sinking into her chair. "The novel deals with themes of how society can influence women's perception of beauty and value. Furthermore, it underscores the African-American experience in this country and how they are perceived. Pecola wished to have blue eyes for those very reasons, because she was a black child living in a white society." The professor continued. "Now, do you see the difference between your answer and my answer?" "Yes," Christina replied meekly & embarrassed. "Good," the professor said, turning her attention to the rest of the class. "I'd like everyone to finish the reading by Friday. Be prepared for more discussions." The students packed their things and left the classroom. Christina was stunned that she had been grilled so hard. She tried her best to hide her bewildered emotions. She slowly packed her things and waited for the other students to leave. When the other students had left, Professor Kelly was still by the desk closing her laptop and gathering her things. "Did I say something wrong?" Christina asked, walking up to the front desk. "What do you mean?" "Those questions. Your tone. You seemed mad at me." "Do you have a problem with the way I run my class?" the professor asked harshly. "No. It's just...it was just..." "Don't take things so personally," the professor replied in a softer tone. "I wasn't trying to give you a hard time. But if you want my help, then I expect more from you. I'm willing to sacrifice my time to help you, but you've got to show me something. You have to prove to me that you're worth the extra attention." Christina nodded. "Okay, I understand." "You want to be a writer? It's a brutal world. Critics and readers have no problem tearing you to shreds. If you want to toughen up, this is the place." "You're right. Thank you. I'll come better prepared next time." "You were perfectly prepared today. You always are. I know you understand the material. But you've got to speak & write like a professional. If you want a Master's degree, you're expected to work harder than everyone else." Christina nodded again. "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind." "If you'll excuse me, I've got another class to teach in an hour." "I appreciate this professor." "I'm glad. Don't let me down Christina. I have a lot of faith in you." The professor packed her laptop and books and promptly left the classroom. Christina stood alone in the room for a moment, still reeling from the humiliation. *** The following class was the same result. Despite studying harder and reading more closely, Christina was given another tough time, courtesy of Professor Kelly's rigorous socratic method. Everytime Christina said something right, the professor kept finding new ways to stump the student in front of the class. Christina tried to keep a brave face despite the fact that her confidence was being shattered in front of her peers. Other students tried to raise their hands to provide answers, but the professor only wanted to hear from Christina. It was the worst experience Christina had ever felt as a student. *** Christina was on the verge of tears when the class was over. She composed herself in the bathroom so the other students wouldn't see her cry. She planned on skipping her next class so she could lay in her dorm room and listen to Sia's latest album. Instead, she sucked up her emotions and refused to wallow in self-pity. She marched straight towards the professor's office. She was determined to have a say. And she wasn't leaving until she got satisfactory answers. There was another student inside the office. The door was closed. Christina waited anxiously. Half angry, half shocked over her treatment in class. She remained baffled that she had been abused in front of everyone. She no longer cared that her mascara was slightly smeared around her eyes. She wanted answers. The door opened and the other student left. Christina marched inside the office without being invited first. "Christina, did we have an appointment?" the professor asked. "No. But I think you owe me an answer." "I don't owe you anything." "Why did you treat me like shit during class?" Christina asked, trying her best to maintain composure. "I spent hours reading that book, and nothing I said was good enough. You made me look like an idiot in front of the class." Professor Kelly gave an understanding nod. "Please, have a seat." "Do you think I'm too stupid to go for a Master's degree?" Christina asked bluntly, sitting down. "Is that what you're trying to tell me?" The professor sat behind her desk. "Frankly, I think you're one of the brightest students in class." "It doesn't seem that way." "I'm always truthful with my students. Being honest is part of a productive learning environment. Believe me, I've been doing this for a very long time." Christina wiped around her eyes. The tears were gone. The emotions cooled. She began to relax. "I just don't understand why you've been treating me like this. I thought you wanted to help me." "I am helping you," the professor replied. "You just don't realize it." "What do I need to do?" "You lack confidence in my opinion. It's something I've noticed about you, the way you speak in class, and the way you write your assignments. If you want to be a successful writer, then you need to be very confident about everything you write." "I think I'm a pretty confident person," Christina replied with a half shrug. "If you were a confident woman, you wouldn't be crying in my office. I know that sounds harsh, but it's the truth. A lot of great authors are discouraged because they can't handle criticisms. I don't want you to fall victim to that." "I can handle criticism for my stories." "How do you know?" the professor asked. "You've never published anything." Christina briefly looked away. "I have, kind of. Nothing professional. But I've posted some stuff online for a story website, you know, for free." "Fictional stories?" "Yes." Professor Kelly showed a hint of interest. "What kind of stories?" "Trust me, you don't want to know." "That's exactly the kind of thing I do want to know about. If you want me to mentor you, then there's a certain level of trust we should have. Besides, I'm a little bit curious now." Christina gave a faint shrug. "I've written some adult stuff. Nothing extreme." "Really? That's surprising," the professor replied with a sudden interest. "I'd love to read some of your work." "Oh, no, I couldn't," Christina replied, shaking her head nervously. "What are you afraid of? I won't tell anyone." Christina shook her head again. "I can't. I never intended to show it to anyone." "But you want me to be your mentor, right? What better way for me to critique your style than to read your stories?" It was a losing battle, and Christina knew she couldn't win. "I'll send you a link tonight." The professor smiled, "I can't wait to read it." "Don't expect much though. Most of the comments are negative and my scores are kind of low." "I got the same reactions when I started writing." "Really?" Christina asked. "I was around your age when I first started. I showed my work to different publishers and I was always told that my stories needed improvement. And guess what I did? I improved my work. I figured out what my deficiencies were and I fixed them. That's the key to becoming a better writer. Keep working it." "I could definitely use a lot of improvement." "We'll discuss that after I read your stories," the professor replied. "I'll give you a thorough critique. But in the meantime, I have another class starting soon." "Umm, one more thing, really quick." "Yes?" Christina searched for the right words. "Most of the stories I've written online are lesbian stories. I just wanted to give you a quick warning about that." "Are you a lesbian?" the professor asked keenly with an eyebrow raised. "I'm not. I was interested in writing about the struggles and discrimination that many women face. That's all." The professor leaned forward. "It's okay if you are. I won't tell anyone." "I'm not. I promise I'm not." The professor leaned back, almost with a sense of disappointment. "I really need to get going. I wish we could chat all day. But I've got to teach another class in a few minutes." "Of course," Christina replied. "Sorry for coming in here with all my drama. I get emotional sometimes." "I like people who are passionate. And don't forget to email me with the link." "I'll remember to do that." *** Later that night. Christina sat in front of the computer with a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows inside. Her eyes scanned the list of stories she had written for an erotic website. She had written different themes of sapphic erotica; interracial, first time, mature, and even an incest story featuring two sisters. It made her nauseous knowing that the professor would soon be reading it. She unleashed an unpleasant sigh. Once again, her big mouth had gotten her into trouble. Letting her emotions run free was always her worst habit. Christina copied & pasted the link onto an email. Then she wrote the message: Professor Kelly, Here's the link to my stories. It's nothing special. Maybe erotica isn't my specialty, but I enjoyed writing them. best wishes, Christina The email was sent. It was awkward beyond belief knowing that her intimate stories & fantasies would soon be read by her mentor. She closed the computer and watched an episode of True Detective, followed by an episode of The Blacklist before going to the bathroom to wash up. Her nightly ritual was the same; get cleaned up, apply cream to her face and lotion to her body. She checked her computer to see if there were any new emails, and there was one from the professor: I've read some of your work. It's pretty decent. Meet me in my office tomorrow at 8 am. I'd like to discuss some things with you. - prof k Christina didn't know what to think of the cryptic email. The professor was always a difficult woman understand. Part 2 of 3: The Obsessive Professor The air was cool in the early morning. It forced Christina to wear a bra. The last thing she wanted was for her nipples to be poking through her shirt while meeting with the professor. It was 8:21 by the time the professor finally showed up. There was no apology. Professor Kelly simply strolled down the hall carrying a box of her things. Pleasantries were exchanged and they sat down in the office with the door closed. "I've read several of your stories," Professor Kelly stated, leaning back in her chair. "They were mildly entertaining, but with obvious flaws." Christina nodded. "Okay." "What you lack in your writing is a sense of realness. Your characters don't feel natural to me. Your love scenes felt too clinical." "Was it that bad?" The professor shook her head. "It wasn't bad. Just flawed. We can fix that." Christina looked uncomfortable. "I've never showed those stories to anyone. Not even my best friends. So it's weird having someone to talk to about this." "I'm glad you're sharing this with me. Our secret." "Our secret," Christina smiled. "I brought something for you." Professor Kelly opened the cardboard box she had brought with her. It was filled with different things and she reached inside to pick up a wrapped package. She handed the package to Christina. "What is it?" Christina asked. "Short stories that I've written years ago under a pseudonym." "Oh, thank you. I'd love to read it later. Thanks. Why a pseudonym though? Why didn't you publish them under your real name?" "They're bdsm themed stories," the professor replied with a wink. "I would never publish those under my real name." Christina was taken aback. "Oh, sounds interesting." "I was a much different person when I was younger. Bondage was my thing. Those stories are closely based on my real life experiences. No one in the university knows about it. And certainly none of my students." "Our secret." Professor Kelly smiled. "That's right. Our secret." "Well, I can't wait to read it. I think you're an impressive writer." "Like I said, those stories are based on real life encounters I've had with submissive men. And submissive women. Keep that in mind while you read it." It was another shock. Christina tried her best to keep a straight face. Submissive men? Submissive women? The intrigue only grew. "Sounds intense," Christina said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. "Read it. Then you can comment." "Okay." "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Anything," Christina replied. "People write stories for a reason. So why did you choose to focus your online stories on female relationships?" "Well, I wanted to tell the stories of women who struggle with their identities in..." Professor Kelly gave a sharp look. "I expect an honest answer. Our secret, remember? Tell me the truth." The college student fidgeted her fingers on her lap to hide the nervousness. "It's a curiosity. I've never done anything like that before." "Why not?" the professor asked. "You're young. Beautiful. And you're on a fairly liberal college campus." Christina blushed. "Long story. I'm from a Catholic family." "So am I." "Then you understand, you know, the family situation." "I'm a grown woman," the professor replied. "And you're becoming a grown woman too. You're obviously a feminist, right? Doesn't being a feminist mean we can make our own decisions with our bodies and our sexuality? Our families and society don't get to make that decision for us." "You're right." "That's the problem with your stories," the professor stated. "You lack the authenticity. You don't know what you're writing about." Christina nodded, accepting fault. "You're right." "If you want to become a novelist someday, I suggest that you work on your emotional connections. Your thesis for a Master's degree should focus on female sexuality. Understood?" Christina's eyes widened. "But my family and friends might read it." Bondage Professor, Curious Student "Won't they read your novels someday as well?" "Yeah, but..." "Christina, if you want to be a professional writer, then you have to get used to people reading your inner thoughts. That's the only way to become brave and confident with yourself." "Okay." Professor Kelly winked at the student. "Then it's settled, you have your thesis topic. After you've read my books, we can meet again. Give me your thoughts afterwards. I enjoy your insight." "I'm a fast reader. It might take me a week or two." The professor reached inside the box again and handed the student a notebook. "Use this notebook as your private journal," the professor said. "When you read my stories, write down your feelings. It will help focus your energy. Always remember your feelings." Christina held the notebook and nodded. "I'll do it." "That's what I like to hear. We'll meet again in my office when you're ready." Christina stood, carrying the package of bdsm stories and the notebook. "Thanks professor." "One more thing," the professor said. "Yes?" "Next time we meet in my office, don't wear a bra. I prefer you braless. Women your age should always be braless." Christina was dumbfounded and her jaw slightly dropped. She was stunned that the professor kept track of her undergarments. She had previously assumed that no one realized that she was usually braless. "I'll keep that in mind professor." "Email me for an appointment next week. I want to continue this conversation." Christina assured that she would, and the professor's eyes shifted to the paperwork on the table. Christina left the office and closed the door. *** It was a busy weekend of reading. Schoolwork was first priority. After all the assignments and essays were finished, Christina laid in bed with Professor Kelly's book in hand. There were 8 books total. All of them were short paperback stories. When she started reading, there was an uncomfortableness knowing that it was written by her esteemed professor. She had already glanced through the different books and they were all written from the perspective of the female character. There was no doubt that the books were written by the professor. It was the same beautiful writing style. The more Christina read, the more she felt uncomfortable knowing the professor's sexual point of view. Halfway through the first book, Christina had read an array of sexual pleasures, thoughts, and feelings- all from the professor's perspective. The acts and themes centered around the pleasures of dominance & submission. It was an eye opening thing to read. Christina had always considered herself a fairly open minded woman on the topic of sex. To Christina, sex was something that was beautiful and should be shared equally between two partners. But in the professor's book, the submissive surrendered to the dominant woman. The submissive receive pleasure through the unconditional surrender. By the end of the reading, Christina was unsure of what to think. She was slightly aroused, yet slightly bewildered. The book was a sexual odyssey of bdsm. She needed coffee and fresh air. Christina dressed in jeans, flip flops, and a stylish tshirt. Braless. She took another book, the journal, and a pen, and she headed out to a nearby coffee shop. She bought a cup of coffee and sat on a bench underneath the shade of a tree. A few sips of coffee and her mind was clear. The fresh air did wonders. Her fingers flipped through the second book and she read quickly. The second book was much more focused on lesbian themes. More dominance. More submission. The characters felt real. The details were rich. And the sex was vivid. Christina crossed her legs a few times in different directions while she read. There was a tingly wet feeling between her legs. Her eyes were fixated on the short story. Throughout the reading, the same question still lingered in her mind: How much of these stories are actually true? By the end of the story, Christina needed another sip of the coffee, but the coffee had already turned cold. Her mind was in a frenzy, which was the perfect time to capture her thoughts. She opened the notebook and grabbed the pen: I just read two of the professor's bondage books. Huh? Wow. Did I really just read that? What an experience. I've always had sapphic fantasies. The gentle and romantic kind. The loving kind. I like the softness and tenderness that women have. Neither of the professor's books had those things. The concept of bdsm is strange to me. The whole idea of 'surrender.' Why? What's the point? I don't get it. Yet, why do I feel so tingly inside? Wierd. I've never written in a journal before. 3/28/15 Christina closed the notebook and threw away the cup of coffee. *** The next morning was spent with friends. They went to the gym together for a workout. Then they had lunch. Christina went back to the dorm mid-afternoon. Her body was exhausted from the workout. She laid in bed with another book. The book was also told in first person point of view. It was written several years ago and it was much newer than the other books. The main character was a professor and the other character was a female student. Christina carefully read every word, noting how the professor described her lustful thoughts for the pretty young college student. Tensions grew. Things inevitably became a sexual odyssey where the professor would tie the student in her office and have her way. It took two hours for Christina to read the entire book. Her eyes hurt. There was an aroused tingly sensation between her legs. She got up to use the bathroom. While she sat on the toilet, she reached down to rub her swollen clitoris. It had been a long time since she had sexual contact with another person. Her rubbing fingers felt good. Her mind thought of the story. She imagined herself being bound in Professor Kelly's office. She thought of servicing her beautiful teacher, just like in the story. Her mind raced through various sexual acts and positions until she was sufficiently aroused enough to orgasm. Her toes curled on the floor. A pressure built inside of her. The pressure begged to be released. She played with her clitoris until the pressure was free, and it felt like a heavenly gift which stimulated her entire body. She used two sheets of toilet paper to wipe her vagina, and she noted that it was covered with clear fluids. It was the natural consequence of being overworked and under-satisfied. She hadn't orgasmed in a while. Then she flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and picked up the notebook: Good god! An orgasm. It's been awhile since I felt one of those. And it was a firecracker of a feeling. Phew! I came after reading my professor's short little bondage book. She has a few of those which she gave me. I've always enjoyed her novels. I'm not sure if I enjoy her bondage books though. Probably not my thing. But the last story. It was just 'wow.' It hit really close to home. She described how she (in the character in her book) seduces a more-than-willing female student in college. Professor Kelly told me that none of her students know about her erotic story history. So I'm assuming that it's only her fantasy. God, I hope so. The last thing I want is to be seduced by Professor Kelly in her office (even though she's a super sexy fox). Never mix work & pleasure. That's what I've always been told by friends with bad experiences. I'd like to remain cordial with Professor Kelly so we can work on my thesis. God, if she wasn't my professor, who knows? 3/29/15 *** That night. After a light dinner of fresh vegetables and grilled chicken, Christina sat in front of the computer. She wrote an email to the professor: Hello Professor Kelly, I've read most of the books already. I really like them. And I've been keeping track of things with the journal. Do you think we can meet again on Monday? I have a lot of things to discuss with you. best wishes, Christina After the email was sent. Christina surfed the internet and checked all of the new facebook updates on her friends' profiles. Moments later, she received an email reply from the professor: Monday 8 am is good. Bring your journal - prof k Christina was immediately dumbfounded. 'Bring the journal?' She was shocked that the professor would want to read the journal that was supposed to be private. She tried to think of a polite way of declining. She replied: Hi Professor, Is it necessary to bring the journal? I think it's better if it remains private. I hope that's okay. Christina After the email was sent, she expected an immediate reply. The reply never came. Even after another 30 minutes, there was no reply. Christina surfed the internet in the meantime, and there was still no reply. She got up to wash herself before bed. She did her beauty routine. It was late at night, Christina checked her email, and there was a message from the professor: No exceptions. Don't remove any of the pages either. - prof k There was a sinking feeling in the pit of Christina's stomach. She knew she was screwed. A bunch of her intimate personal feelings were in the journal, including her sexual thoughts on the professor. *** Christina sat with a stiff posture in the professor's office. Her back was straight and her chest was pointed out. She wasn't wearing a bra as the professor had previously requested. Nerves were building in her stomach. Professor Kelly had a blank poker face as she carefully analyzed each word of the student's journal. There was an undeniable tension in the room. "Very intriguing," the professor nodded, putting the journal on the table and leaning back in her chair. "Anything in particular?" Christina asked, almost too afraid to hear the answer. "You followed my instructions. Your journals are very detailed. And you're not wearing a bra. I'm impressed by the obedience." "Thank you." "And I like that you're wearing a small tshirt. Excellent choice of wardrobe. I can tell that you're very perky in the chest department." "They are," Christina replied, referring to her breast. "I'm not gifted in size though." "It's not about the size. It's about how confident you are. I always try to stress that with you. Confidence is key to everything. Including good writing." "I understand," the student nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. Especially after reading your books. Your writings are so vivid and sharp." Professor Kelly smiled, "I'm glad my books were able to give you some hot orgasms. Are you more open minded towards bdsm now?" "It was interesting," Christina shrugged. "Certainly very provocative. I've never really been into that kind of stuff. But it was nice to read." "Your journal entries describe your multiple orgasms. You're obviously too ashamed to admit your true feelings." Christina shrugged again. "It's an arousing topic." "When you masturbated, how often did you think of me?" the professor asked bluntly. A fear was sent down Christina's spine. The professor could always sense a lie. The student had no choice but to be honest. "Only after I read the teacher/student book," Christina replied honestly. "Was that story actually true? Or was it purely fictional?" "Sadly, the teacher/student book never happened. It's a big fantasy of mine that I've never had the chance to explore. The rest of the stories are true from when I was a young woman." A flurry of thoughts swirled through Christina's mind. It was a surreal thought knowing the professor was involved with a long list of bdsm sex acts. "Oh, that's interesting..." "Pinch your nipples," the professor said. "Do it. Through your tshirt." "Excuse me?" "Do I have to repeat myself a thousand times? Pinch your nipples." Christina looked dumbfounded. "Do I have to? I mean, am I going to be punished if I don't?" "This is optional. I'll still be your mentor. And I'll still grade you fairly. I won't retaliate in any way. But I want you to do it." "Why are you asking me to do this?" "You're the only student I've ever trusted with my secrets," the professor replied. Christina took a deep breath. "Okay. Fine." "Don't talk. Show me." With another deep breath, Christina pinched both of her nipples through her tshirt. They were soft pinches, enough to give the professor what she wanted. "Describe your nipples to me," the professor said. "They're pretty small. Bright pink. My areolas feel smooth and they're a lighter shade of pink." "Are your nipples sensitive?" "They are." "Are you aroused now?" the professor asked. "I was kind of aroused a while ago. You know, from the sex talk. But touching my nipples for you is more exciting." "Lift up your tshirt and show me how you normally play with your nipples." Christina froze. "Do I have to?" "Everything is optional. Either do it, or don't waste my time." After another deep breath, Christina lifted her tshirt to reveal her toned stomach and perky little breasts. She reached up and rubbed both of her stiff pink nipples. The professor watched with hungry eyes. Christina continued to rub and rub. Her eyes looked at the different papers posted on the walls. She was too ashamed to make eye contact with the stern professor. "Does this bother you at all?" the professor asked. "No." "Is this making you aroused?" the professor asked. "Yes." Professor Kelly stood up with a poker face. Her intentions were unclear. She walked around her desk towards the exposed student. Christina remained sitting in a state of anticipation while her breasts were displayed. The professor stood in front of Christina and unexpectedly pulled the student's tshirt down to cover her breasts. "I'll send you an email later tonight," the professor said. "Read it carefully. I'd like our private meetings to continue. Don't you?" "I do." "Good girl." Professor Kelly bent down to give Christina a kiss on the forehead. It was a gentle kiss in the midst of a highly charged sexual situation. Part 3 of 3: Bondage Days / Submissive Nights Christina stayed up late. Far too late for a dedicated college student with a busy curriculum. Ordinarily she would have been asleep already. But instead, she waited and waited. The waiting came to an end after receiving an email which was short, concise, and clear. Christina read the message several times: If you're interested in what we've been doing, open the attached files. Then email me your thoughts. Tell me about your masturbation fantasies. I love your curious mind. If you're not interested, then don't bother. I'll still be your mentor. I'll still help with your thesis. No hard feelings. - prof k Christina's gentle hand played with the computer mouse, and the icon roamed the screen. She finally decided to click & download the attached files. There were a total of 48 photos. Her eyes skimmed them over. All of the images featured naked women in bondage. The pictures were old amateur photographs which had been scanned to the computer. Each photograph was tastefully done, even though the subject matter was lewd and lascivious. The women in the pictures were of various ages and ethnic backgrounds. None of them looked like professional models. They all looked like average everyday women. But all of the women were completely naked and totally bound. They were in various states of helplessness. Their limbs were bound by rope. Some were gagged. Others were allowed to scream as they were being wiped. The photographs were taken in various studios and homes. The photos all ended the same way; with the women on their knees performing oral sex on the female photographer. Looking at the pictures closely, Christina was certain that the photographer was Professor Kelly, with those unmistakable voluptuous long legs. Christina's heart skipped a beat. The pictures confirmed that the professor was experienced in domination & bondage. Nothing was a lie. There was an excitement in Christina's mind, like she was playing with something dangerous. But dangerous in a good way. She leaned back in her chair and slid her hand down her panties. She played with her clit. Her eyes locked onto the screen. She looked at the image of a middle aged woman (who looked like a PTA mom) eating Professor Kelly's pussy. There was no love in the picture. There was no tenderness in any of the pictures. Only lust. Pure sapphic lust. Lust for other women, by women. The feeling made Christina's pussy burn. It was a surreal taboo knowing that her esteemed professor was secretly a bondage domme. Christina continued playing with herself. Her mind raced. Her fantasies ran wild. Then she came. She sank further into the chair. She pulled her hand out of her panties. The tips of her two fingers were wet. It took a few moments for her to regain her thoughts & composure. At that point, she was too lazy to get up. Instead of washing her fingers, she simply licked them clean and wiped the saliva onto her tshirt. She sent a reply email: Professor Kelly, I opened your attached file and looked through all the images. Thank you for sending them to me. I'm glad you trust me. I also know that you were the photographer. I'm not sure if that was supposed to be your secret. But I won't tell. I masturbated looking at the photographs. Particularly the one with the mature woman going down on you. Hot! I'm not ashamed to admit it, but it made me cum. I'm not sure where this is headed, but I'm willing to follow you. sincerely, Christina It was far too late in the night to expect a response from the professor. She turned off the computer and did her nightly routine before going to bed. *** Christina listened attentively to Professor Kelly's lecture. She gazed at the professor with admiration. Most of her thoughts were about the professor's sexual side. It was their dirty little secret. "Christina," the professor called during the lecture. "What was the author's main point in the assigned reading?" "The author's main point was that women often feel insecure with themselves to conform to society's standards of being beautiful." "And do you agree with that notion?" the professor asked in front of the class. "Yes," Christina replied confidently. "Explain." "Well, it's an unfortunate fact that so many women in today's society can't accept themselves for who they are. They judge beauty by what they see on tv and in magazines. The truth is, beauty is an incredibly subjective thing. Women shouldn't feel pressured to conform based on other people's opinions. Women should accept who they are." "Excellent. You've been paying attention. And I think you're going to do very well on the final essay." Christina beamed with pride from the high praise. The professor rarely gave praise to students in the middle of a lecture. When the class was over, the students packed their things and left the room. Christina took her time and waited until she was alone with the professor. "That was excellent," the professor said when they were alone. "You were confident in your answer. I like that." "Did you read my email? I didn't get a response yet." "I wanted to hand deliver my response. You deserve a personal touch." Professor Kelly reached inside her pocket to give Christina a handwritten note. Then the professor left the class while Christina opened the note and read it. *** It was a night of fantasy and charm. Christina was alone in her dorm. She was bottomless. A towel had been laid across her bed. She laid on the towel and masturbated for the second time that day. The fantasies were all the same, just with different variations. Bondage Professor, Curious Student Thoughts of Professor Kelly's bondage books. Thoughts of showing her tits to the professor. And thoughts of the professor's handwritten note. It was the perfect storm. *** They met in the early morning on campus. It was 7 am. The professor wore a classy dress. Christina wore skinny jeans and a small tshirt. The morning air was cool, which caused her nipples to harden and poke through her tshirt, just the way the professor liked. The professor unlocked the back entrance to the auditorium. No one was there. And no one saw them enter. The lights were off and the auditorium was lit by the morning sunlight shining through the top windows. "Why did you bring me here?" Christina asked. She followed the professor's lead onto the stage. They stood on stage together and looked at the empty room. "Someday soon you'll be graduating on this stage. I'm sure you'll have many honors and distinctions. You're a wonderful student and a wonderful person." "That really means a lot. I can honestly say that you're the best teacher I've ever had. And I don't mean to sound rude, but why are we standing here?" Professor Kelly smiled. "Are you afraid someone might come in and catch us?" "Kind of." "Then we better hurry" the professor replied. "Pull your tshirt off." Christina took a deep breath and pulled her tshirt off, tossing it to a nearby table. She stood topless in the empty auditorium and her nipples became harder than diamonds. The professor gleefully looked the student over. "And the rest?" the professor asked, eyebrow raised. Another deep breath, and Christina stepped out of her shoes, standing barefoot on the cold floor. She undid her jeans before sliding them off with her white panties. Everything was placed on the table. Christina stood completely naked. Her toned body and shaved pussy on full display. "Better than I had dreamed," the professor nodded. "You're a perfect thing." "Thank you," Christina replied with her voice nearly cracking from the nerves. The professor walked to the podium. Inside were items she had already placed there. She took out a handkerchief and signaled for Christina to come to her. The student did, and walked naked across the stage to the professor. Professor Kelly used the handkerchief to slowly & gently gag the student's mouth and tied a knot in back of her head. "Turn around," the professor said. Christina turned around and the professor tied her hands together with a thin rope. "You're mine," the professor whispered in the student's ear. "Over to the table." They walked to the table. Christina was gagged and her hands were tied behind her back. They went to the table on the auditorium stage. Nerves were building. Tensions grew. Professor Kelly undressed. Christina feasted her eyes as the professor removed her dress to reveal a middle aged voluptuous body. Thick legs and large breasts. It was a vision of womanly perfection. The bra was removed and so were the panties. Professor Kelly's large round breasts hung free. The big brown nipples hardened. Her pubic hairs were thick and curly. "Bend over the table, my little slut," the professor said. Christina was shocked to hear the feminist teacher use the word 'slut.' But it was arousing in the context. She bent over the table with her stomach and breasts on top of the cold surface. She didn't know what to expect. "This may sting at first," the professor added. "But you'll like it." A powerful slap rippled across Christina's ass. She screamed after the second spank. The handkerchief stuffed in her mouth muffled the noises. More slaps came. Then a series of slaps. The pain never eased. Each slap hurt. It was a degrading and painful experience. Christina was told to spread her legs, and she did. A series of other slaps came. It hurt even worse and she screamed even more when the slaps hit her open pussy. Then the slappings stopped. Her bottom was left with a painful and stinging sensation. The professor showed her wet fingers to the tied & gagged student. "Look at this mess you've made," the professor said, showing her fingers. "Are you enjoying being disciplined?" The professor positioned herself behind the student again and continued the painful slaps. Each slap was loud enough to echo in the auditorium. It was a symphony of pain & pleasure. Then it stopped. "On your knees," the professor said. "I'm going to teach you a lesson I'm not allowed to teach in class. You're going to learn how to eat pussy the proper way." Christina stood and her bottom ached with every movement. Her skin was tender. She then got down on her knees and she saw the naked professor sit on the edge of the table. The professor's cunt was hairy. Legs were spread. There was a large clitoris. The labia was dark and thick. It glistened with shiny arousal. It was soaking wet. And it was becoming wetter by the moment. Christina's mouth was ungagged by the professor, but her hands were still bound. "You won't be needing your hands for this," the professor said. "Just your mouth. That talented little mouth. You have a beautiful voice. I love hearing you speak in class. Now let's see how you eat pussy. Get to work." Despite being a novice, Christina bent forward and dove right in. There was no point in savoring the sapphic moment. Her first lesbian experience. There was no time to waste. She didn't want to get caught by anyone entering the auditorium, so she had to make the professor orgasm as soon as possible. Her mouth pressed onto the labia. Her tongue pressed onto the open pink pussy. It tasted strange. It tasted distinct. It had an odd texture. Christina realized that pussy would be an acquired taste. But she knew she was willing to acquire it. Christina's mouth went to work. Even though she had never done it before, she tried her very best. "Oh my god," the professor moaned, running her fingers through Christina's hair. "You're a natural. I can't believe this is your first time." Those words gave Christina the reinforcements she needed. She continued her oral exploration with even more vigor. Her lips roamed the labia. Her tongue stroked up and down like a painter. Up and down strokes. Instead of a brush and paint, all she needed was her willing tongue. "My goodness, Christina. You eat pussy like an angel. Don't forget my clit darling." How could she forget? Christina used her talented tongue to lick the engorged clit, which sent a shiver down the professor's spine. The professor gasped and moaned as the clit was being stimulated. Christina continued, knowing what the professor craved. Professor Kelly screamed with delight. "God, Christina. I'm almost there. It's been so long since I've had a beautiful kitten like you servicing me. Come on. Make me cum. Come on." Christina's tongue stroked from the bottom of the pussy to the top of the clit. Up and down. Her mouth sucked the thick vaginal fluids. Slurping everything. It was beyond her wildest fantasies. It felt dirtier than she had ever imagined. The professor cried and screamed at the top of her lungs. And her lungs were powerful. The professor's voice, which gave lectures to thousands of students over a prominent career, was used to scream her pleasure throughout the auditorium. She came. It was a powerful orgasm which tore through her body. Christina knew it was over and she stopped licking. "You're an angel," the professor said with a wicked smile. "I can't believe I just did that. I mean, I've never done that before." "You're a natural, Christina. Now get on the table again. It's your turn. Lay on your stomach. This time, I want you facing the auditorium." Both women got to their feet. This time, it was the professor's turn to get down on her knees. Christina laid on her stomach again facing the empty auditorium. She felt the professor spread her butt cheeks apart. It was slightly humiliating knowing that the professor had a clear & intimate view of her anus and vagina. "Imagine a full crowd," the professor said while on her knees. "Imagine this is your graduation. You're about to be awarded your accolades which you've worked so hard for. All of the students are admiring you. Your friends are in the audience. Your parents are there. Your whole family. Everyone is in awe of your achievements. Are you imagining it?" "Yes." "Good girl." Professor Kelly leaned forward and engaged in her oral assault. Her tongue was hot to the touch. It was aimed straight towards Christina's pussy from behind. "Ahh!!" Years of eating pussy came to good use. It was a skill which could never be forgotten. Professor Kelly held the student's butt cheeks open with her hands and her mouth dove right in. The professor's tongue expertly reached its targets. Her tongue stroked from the center of Christina's anus, all the way down to her clitoris. Up and down. Up and down. Her mouth sucked & slurped everything. It was pleasure Christina had never felt before. Her first sapphic encounter. Her first time being eaten by another woman. Her professor. It was the perfect storm. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Christina's mind screamed for more. Her eyes were wide open. The thought of a full auditorium. The feeling of her ass and pussy being orally assaulted. It was too good to be true. Her toes lifted off the floor. Her toes curled into strange shapes. Her shoulders lifted off the table as her back arched. Her athletic body showed its form. "Enjoying yourself?" the professor asked, putting two fingers in the pussy. "Yes!! God yes!!" The professor worked her fingers in the pussy. "Imagine the crowd. Imagine everyone watching us. Knowing what a slut you really are. It's no longer our secret. It's for the world to know. What must they be thinking? Sweet Christina, the closet lesbian. Good girl Christina, the bondage slut." The image burned into Christina's mind. She imagined the crowd, including her parents and family, watching her on stage. On stage naked, having a lust filled encounter with the much older professor. Christina cried. Cries of pleasure. Cries of shame. Tears welled. Tears rolled down her cheek. She sobbed. "Are you close to cumming my dear?" the professor asked, furiously working her fingers. "Yes!!" "Do it! I want to taste you." The professor put her mouth back onto the pussy and sucked. Christina came. It was an unusual orgasm. It was like a shot from a powerful drug. Every muscle in her body contracted. Her pussy felt like a pressure cooker that exploded violently. Pleasure exploded through her body. It was a nuclear orgasm. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted. *** Her eyes finally opened. Her wrists were untied. Christina looked up to see Professor Kelly inches away. The professor's lips and chin were wet. They were laying together on the table. Naked. The professor caressed the student's long hair. "What time is it?" Christina asked. "It doesn't matter." "Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" "Your well-being is more important," the professor replied. "You fainted. Now I'm going to take care of you." "I like this feeling." "So do I." The professor leaned down and gave Christina a kiss on the lips. Christina kissed back. It was soft and romantic. The professor slipped her tongue into the student's mouth. They held each other. Their naked bodies intertwined. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.