Ever since I was ten I remember wanting to wear panties, tights, and skirts. I would sneak into my sister's room while she was at college and try on anything I could find with the fear of being caught by my other siblings. My favorite outfit of hers was a skyblue cotton bikini with her black tights and white ruffled mini skirt and blue spaghetti strap tank but my dress up times were very limited. Of course no one knew of my obsession and she someone didn't seem to miss any of the clothes I took from her. When I got to college things changed.
I had my own room as a freshman and had saved up a lot of money working that summer. With the mall right down the road, I was finally able to go shopping on my own. I walked into Forever 21 and couldn't get enough of all the skirts and panties and tights. I picked a pair of black panties that were one size too small and had a little peep hole in the back just below the hem. Along with that came a matching bra, a white bra, white thong, black, nude, and white tights, a black dress that fell midthigh with little white polka dots, and a tight black mini skirt. I left the mall with my new goodies and set off for a night of fun.
Being on the swim team gave me an excuse to shave my body and my hair was shoulder length just because I liked it that way (maybe it made me feel more like a girl). Once back in my room I stripped and put on the black panties with matching bra, the white tights, and black dress. The feeling of the dress falling around my mid thigh was amazing and knowing I wasn't in a position to get caught made me feel even better. I stood there twirling around, looking in the mirror, rubbing my legs for a long time. I decided that I was going to stay dressed up for bed in my new clothes because I couldn't get enough of them. Just as I was laying down the fire alarm went off. Crap. There wasn't enough time to change as the RA was banging on my door. I threw a pair of sweats on and a hoodie and ran out of the room to join everyone else in the yard. I couldn't have been more scared as the fear of getting caught in front of all of my dorm was making my hands shake yet I was getting aroused in my black tight panties. The alarm turned out just to be a drill and we were allowed to reenter the building. Patting myself on the back for making it through that scare, I started going back in with everyone when all of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Professor Adams, a fifty year old history professor that I have this semester. About six foot, seven inches taller than me, dark hair, medium build. History wasn't the best subject for me and I figured he was going to comment on my poor performance on the last exam. "May I help you?" I ask. He looks around and then leans in very close, whispering into my ear "your dress appears to be hanging out from the back of your hoodie. I thought I should tell you in case you didn't want anyone to know." Then he took my dress and tucked it into my sweats and walked away. Busted. I quickly walked, more like ran, upstairs into my dorm room panicking. What was I going to do? What was I going to saw when I see him in class tomorrow? Did anyone else notice?
The next day I woke up still frazzled. I didn't really sleep much due to the stress of not knowing and then I was also strangely aroused by being caught. I was thoroughly confused but tried to shake it off as I went to class. Walking in I prepared for some kind of comment but Professor Adams said his usual hello and went back to looking at his computer screen. The entire class was business as usual until the very end when we were leaving. "Brit, may I have a word with you?" Having no other class and really no other choice I stayed. "So how long have you been dressing up?" Well he didn't waste any time I thought to myself. "What do you mean?" I ask trying to play dumb. All of a sudden the nice Professor Adams turned serious. "You know damn well what I mean. You have two options: you either tell me what I want to hear or I let everyone in on your little secret." At this point I feel trapped so I tell him the story about my sister's clothes and my trip to the mall. "Are you wearing anything now?" "No" I say. "Well from now on you are going to wear panties, a bra, and tights under your clothes when you come to my class and after class, you will stay so I can check to make sure you did as you were told. Remember, if you don't want people to find out, you will do this. Dismissed."
Speechless I left his classroom and went back to my room. Was there any way I could reason with him? Probably not. He is not known for compromising. There it was again though, my raging erection tenting my pants and I just had to masturbate. Did I want to get caught? Do I enjoy the humilation? Either way, that was one of the best orgasms I have ever had. The next day did not come soon enough and I was beginning to look forward to my "check". I decided to go with the nude tights, black bra, and white thong so he could get a good luck at my selection through the nude material. I walked into class getting the normal hello and everything was fine. At the end of class he asked me to meet him in his office on the edge of campus in fifteen minutes which is something I didn't expect. I waited the fifteen and then walked up to his office building, an old victorian house reconfigured to hold college offices. Walking in there was a receptionist at the door. Not exactly sure where to go I asked where his office was and she sent me to the third floor, the only office up there. I make my way up the stairs, feeling the thong working its way in my crack and the feeling my pants brushing against my tights. I try to push the feelings out of my mind but as I knock on the door I can already feel my erection growing. "Come on" I hear from the other side of the door.
I walk in and Professor Adams is behind his desk. "Please, have a seat." The room is huge with windows overlooking the street, wood floors, a big oak desk, with books all along the walls. "Please, have some water." Not realizing how thirsty I was, I filled my glass up and drank it all in one gulp. "Brit. Let's make this clear, you better be wearing what I told you to wear or this will not end well for you." Now I am trembling and unsure of what to say but I manage to squeak out "No need for that sir, I did want you asked of me." Without saying another word he got up from behind his desk and locked the door. Turning around he said "well?" I guess it was the moment of truth. I stood up and took off my shirt revealing the black lace bra. Looking pleased, he just gestured with his head towards my pants. I remove my shows exposing my feet covered in the tights. I then unbutton and lower my pants to show off the rest of the tights and my white thong. I now feel completely exposed having never shown another person this side of me. He looks me up and down, walking towards me but not saying a word, spins me around so my back is facing him. I can only imagine he is looking at my ass with the thong wedged between my cheeks. "Do you want to pass this semester?" "What?" "It's simple, do you want to pass my class?" With that he placed his hand onto my ass and ran a finger along my crack. "Uh... yes.. sir." "Will you do anything I say in order to pass?" "Do I really have a choice?" "No, not really" and then I felt him push his finger into my tights and thong grazing my hole. I couldn't tell if it was me getting aroused or if I was nervous but I began to get nervous and leaned onto his desk. "Don't worry baby, that is normal. The drugs won't last that long but long enough for me to tie you up." Before I could even argue darkness filled my eyes.
I woke up face down on a hard surface. I tried to rub my eyes but realized they were stuck behind my back. I tried to move my legs but they were spread and not budging. At this point I am panicking and try to yell but my screams are nearly silenced behind something in my mouth. I finally come to and realize I am tied to his desk with a ball gag in my mouth. "You didn't think I was going to let a pretty little thing like you get away did you? I know you are scared but its okay, I'm not going to hurt you. You obviously want to feel like a girl and I can help you." As he said that he ran his fingers gently across my cheek. Now, if you are a good little girl we will both be happy. If you are not, Daddy will be upset and will have to punish you. Do you understand?" I do my best to mumble a yes. "Good. I can tell you have wanted this for a long time so just relax and let me make you feel amazing." At that moment he took his hand and slid it into the back of my tights and thong and started rubbing my rosebud. It felt squishy and thats when I realized he was lubing me up. Then he slid a finger into me and I let out a whimper. "Shhhh, its going to be okay." Working his finger in and out begins to make me horny and I start pushing back against his thrusts. Taking the cue, he adds a second finger, then a third. I am barely able to contain myself as I am tied to his desk, ball gagged, and helpless. Then he pulls down my panties and tights to my knees and I feel something bigger start to enter me. He goes slow and I feel his head pop inside of me, then the rest slides in. I feel his body press against me and his balls against my ass and that is when I know I am fully penetrated. He begins to pump in and out of me slowly at first, gliding over my prostate, and I am leaking precum all over the side of his desk. I begin to moan and he speeds up, grunting in my ear, grabbing onto my waist, my hands tied behind my back and there is nothing that I can do except be used by this man. He then grips me even hard and fucks me faster. I am seeing stars as my orgasm is building. I feel him starting to swell "take it my girly slut" and I feel his cum shooting deep within me. This sets me off and I shoot cum all over the side of his desk. He falls on top of me and lays there panting for a minute as I lay there on my stomach, unable to move. Professor Adams kisses me on my neck and slowly pulls out of my now cum filled ass. He then pulls my thong and tights back up, extra high forcing the thong tightly up my butt and leaves me tied up. "I have to go out for a bit but you can stay there for a while and think about how I know own you and you are now the girl you've always wanted to be and the one I have always wanted to have." With that he put his clothes back on and left the room, locking the door on his way out leaving my tied face down in my black bra on his desk with my hands behind my back, legs spread, and cum leaking out into my white thong and nude tights.
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