TRAINING THE PROF
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Part 12
It took Julian nearly two hours to complete his task. When he had finished his essay on why "Women are Superior to men", he emailed his Mistress to inform her. There was no reply. He went to bed in his cock-cage and pink panties.
In the morning he checked his emails. There was the briefest of messages from Maria reminding him not to forget his homework when he called at six. Julian had another uncomfortable day in his cock-cage, but at least by then he had learnt how to piss without spraying everywhere.
When he got to the flat he found both women in residence. Miss Maria was seated at the table, Heather was watching the TV. He handed his homework book to his lady and stood awaiting her judgment whilst she read through his piece.
`What is that' asked Heather glancing across from the TV.
`Nothing important. Just an essay on the superiority of women.'
`What fun! May I read it?'
`Of course' and Maria pushed the red-covered book across to her friend.
Julian stood mute and red with embarrassment whilst Heather read his essay. He knew the coarse language he had employed; Maria insisted on it but he never expected his work to be read by another.
`Did you write this?' asked Heather contemptuously.
`Yes.'
`So you are inferior to me then are you?' Maria looked across at her slave and nodded.
`Yes.'
Heather turned to Maria. `He doesn't sound very submissive, does he.'
`No. Very truculent.'
Julian could see his de-caging disappearing before his very eyes. He was desperate; anything would be better than another day caged.
I am so sorry' he said, head lowered in submission, I am your inferior Miss Heather in every respect, and I apologise for annoying you with my truculence.' And he fell to his knees at her side.
Heather grinned at his discomfiture.
`So, you are a cock-sucker.'
`Yes, I am a cock-sucker.'
`And a cunt-licker too.'
`Yes, when I am permitted to, I worship at Miss Maria's beautiful temple.'
Maria viewed the performance with satisfaction. The cunt was beginning to learn his place. But she wasn't going to hand him over the Heather; she had other plans for her slave. The Sisterhood had already booked him in for the summer. Indeed, it was a part of Maria's initiation into the Sisterhood that she bring her own slave to the group, but that was for the future, now he needed further breaking.
`Tell Heather what you are wearing under your trousers, pansy.'
`I am wearing white panties and a cock-cage, Miss.'
Heather looked at the kneeling man with renewed interest. So that is how Maria controls him, she thought.
`Tell Heather why you wear panties.'
`I wear panties because I am a sissy, Miss.'
`And why are you wearing a cock-cage? Why did I have to cage you?'
`Because I failed to get your permission before masturbating.'
`Use the right language, cock-sucker.'
`Yes, Miss. Sorry Miss. When I want to wank I have to ask Miss's permission. I forgot to and that is why I am now caged, to stop me wanking off.'
Heather's cunt was wet, her tits tingled. This was such fun seeing a lecturer admit his downfall. She rose, ignoring the kneeling male, went across to her friend and kissed her full on the lips. Shall we go to bed now, darling, and make love' she whispered into her ear. In a moment' she replied.
She rose from the table and signalled Julian to follow her to her room. There she made him strip to his cage. From her bag she extracted a blindfold. Once he was deprived of vision, she led him to the end of her bed and made him kneel.
`You will say nothing, you will do nothing except with my express permission. Is that clear, cock-sucker?'
`Yes Miss.'
`And if you attempt to remove your blindfold, you will wear the cage all Easter. Is that clear too wimp?'
`Yes Miss.'
`Good.'
The two women made love expertly and noisily, pleasuring each other in the ways only women know how to. Hands and tongue explored each other's cunts, and Heather gave Maria's tits all the attention they craved.
They had been lovers since their first meeting, and although Heather also enjoyed cock, they remained lovers from time to time and shared their secrets and secret passions with each other. That was how Heather knew about Robin, but she did not know about Dr Harte at least not fully until now. It was so fucking exciting!
Heather orgasmed not once but twice, rolling chasms of lust pulsing through her loins. How she adored her lover. As they lay entwined, covered in sweat and cunt-juices, Maria whispered her plan in Heather's ear.
`Oh, I should adore that' said Heather.
`Go and get it and I will prepare him for you.'
Julian could hear the women whispering but could not make out what they said. Poor Julian. As he had knelt listening to their love-making, his cock had nearly burst its cage. To no avail. It was an agony of unrequited lust. Then he sensed Heather leave.
Please Miss' he begged. Please let me out of my cage. I will do anything you want, but please release me.'
Maria stood over him letting her cunt-scents drift over him, running her hands through his silky soft hair. Meanwhile Heather had returned to the room and stood silently watching the spectacle. The man did not know she had returned let alone the big black strap-on cock she had secured to her thin waist, poking out like some avenging wand. Maria indicated to her to remain still and silent for the moment.
First Maria fetched his shirt and placed it over the pillow she had put at the end of the bed. Then she made him rise and removed the cage. Julian almost cried with gratitude as his cock was released to spring up rampant. She slapped it hard until it subsided.
On her command he leant forward over the pillow, preparing himself for what he assumed would be another caning. How wrong he was this time.
Maria squatted on the bed open legged in front of him and taking his hands guided them to her soaking pussy.
`You will pleasure my cunt, you cock-sucker, while Heather deals with your cunt, and you will lie there and take it. If you don't you will stay caged all vac. Is that clear?'
`Yes Miss, yes!' he cried.
He felt his fundament being fingered and lubed, but still he didn't realise what they had in mind. Then something hard and round pressed at his hole and with a heave of her loins Heather broke through his outer defences. He tightened to resist the intrusion. To no avail. Roughly, cruelly Heather shoved her phallus deeper and deeper into his fundament, revelling in his cries of pain. Julian's hands drifted from the preordained task, but Maria soon guided them back to her now flowing cunt.
Heather did not stop until she had filled his hole with all seven inches of hard rubber. Now she fucked him rhythmically, letting her movements coincide with the renewed waves of pleasure flowing through her loins, until with a shout of pleasure she rolled into her third orgasm of the evening. Julian could feel every spasm of it, and as she came so did he soaking his shirt with days of unreleased semen, despunking like some young teen on his first full wank.
As she withdrew, he began to sob.
Heather withdrew the phallus and pushing him off the pillow, seized his shirt and used it to wipe the rod clean.
As he ejaculated, his hands had slipped away from their ordained task. Maria was not pleased! The wimp had forgotten that his primary duty was to serve her!
She rolled off the bed and fetched the Stinger, and as Julian lay there sobbing she gave him twelve arse-marking strokes of the cane as Heather fingered her friend's clit. By the end he was sobbing like a child and at last Maria had her own orgasm, her body shaking as she rolled into her highs and then lows like the waves on the sea-shore.
She was satisfied at last. She pressed her dripping cunt to his lips and fed him her effusion. He lapped like a dog, eager to taste his Mistress's pleasure.
Julian was broken.