TRAINING THE PROF
This story is based on an English University and reveals the slow but sure enslavement of an English academic by one of his students.
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Part 3
Julian now knew that his domme was one of his female students, one of the women he taught. What he did not know was which one. Yes, he had heard her speak, but she had hissed her order and Julian could not tell from that who it was. It transformed his attitudes to the women in his classes. Suddenly he became more polite, less sarcastic, more considerate, less aggressive. They all noticed it but only two knew the reason behind the transformation - the Mistress and her friend. And they were not letting on, yet.
For a week Julian's new email centre remained empty of new messages. She wanted him to suffer. And he did. He even tried to contact Robin, but to no effect. Under strict instruction, robin ignored the coded emails Julian sent him, and kept out of Julian's department. And slowly Julian realised he had to wait, wait on the whim of his tormentor.
So he was unprepared when his Special Subject group invited him to a mid-term party in one of the student flats. Of course he had to say how delighted he was and promise to appear; in the back of his mind he had already decided he would stay as briefly as possible before slipping away.
What to wear? Shirt and pale-red jacket, black slacks, shoes and socks. Underwear? He had none. Could he get away with it in the close confines of a party? But if he went out and bought some underpants and She was there, what then? He would have to go commando. He bathed and shaved before leaving for the party about ten.
When he arrived the flat was full of sweaty bodies and noise. He looked round for his host and spotted her, a non-descript older student called Maria Rain. Normally she dressed in figure hiding clothes, but for the party she wore a pretty embroidered blouse which revealed her substantial breasts to perfection. Her black slacks were cut quite tight. With a start Julian realised she was really rather pretty. He gave her the bottle of wine he had brought and she thanked him, before taking him off to meet some of the other guests.
A couple of glasses of cheap wine later, Julian felt almost relaxed as he surveyed the scene. Jon Roberts, a handsome lad from his group was kissing a very pretty girl; obviously they were intimately acquainted and would be more so later! Another seminar lad call Andrew came over and engaged him in boring conversation about the last seminar until he was rescued by Heather Wiggins. Heather shared the flat with Maria Rain and two other girls, both away for the weekend. She was sharp in every sense of the word. She had a sharp nose and a sharp chin and as far as Julian could tell sharp pointy tits. (My god, he thought to himself, I am looking at women's tits now! Is that the consequence of exposure to cunt.) And with that he wondered if She was the mysterious domme who had so transformed his daily life. But before he could follow up his train of thought Heather had dragged him into the centre of the room and was making him dance with her, much to the amusement of the other students.
She moved closer and closer and to his alarm Julian felt his fag-cock rise. Then she pulled him even closer to her, placing her hand on his bum to do so.
Ooh!' she called into his ear. You are naughty, you are not wearing any underpants.' And she grinned into his face before releasing him from her grasp and moving onto a lecturer from Bio-Chemistry.
With a sigh of relief, Julian fled to a protective wall and tried to calm down before leaving. Another glass of wine delivered by the host delayed him for another ten minutes. Glass emptied he moved towards the door and escape. As he moved through the door and into the relative cool and calm of the landing, his host, Maria followed him.
`You are not going now are you?'
`You don't want a boring old fart like me hanging around spoiling your fun' he reposted.
`But we do! We have a little surprise for you later. You must return else you will spoil the party.'
Reluctantly he returned. For the next hour he drank three more glasses of wine and ogled the handsome young men touching up their female companions and generally acting in a laddish manner. How he envied the women their proximity to male flesh!
Suddenly the music was turned off and Maria called for silence.
`Quiet everyone' she demanded. Jon has a present for our tutor.' Jon Roberts unwrapped himself from his girlfriend and came over to stand by the host and the lecturer.
Well, Dr Harte' he explained. The group has noticed a certain absence in your wardrobe and thought we would supply the deficiency. So here is a small token of our esteem.' And he handed the astonished lecturer a small package.
The cry went up `Open it. Open it.' And so with a reluctant grin he did as he was bid. Inside the package was a pair of frilly pink panties! He blushed like a school kid at the flimsy garment held in his hand for all to see. He had two options, to fling the gift back at the grinning students, or to make a joke of it and prove he was a "good sport". He chose the latter, and after a brief embarrassed moment the music was turned back on and party resumed.
Now he could not slip away. If he did, it would suggest the students had succeeded in embarrassing him. He had to stay. By now he had drunk the equivalent of the wine he had brought and more, but there appeared no shortage of supplies. He sunk his pride and sought out another glass of indifferent plonk. He slipped a hand in his jacket pocket and felt the soft fabric of the gift. And slowly it dawned on him that he had been publicly humiliated. One of the students had noticed his absence of underwear and now the whole group was in on the secret. And in accepting the gift without comment he had in effect admitted his was going commando!
Jon Roberts's girlfriend lurched over, very drunk and gave him a wet kiss on the lips. Hey, Big Boy' she giggled. Give us a feel!'
Big Boy. They called him Big Boy. He didn't know whether to feel proud or humiliated.
Her hand slid down the front of his trousers and gave his semi- hard cock a squeeze, before kissing him once more on the lips and staggering back to her boyfriend.
Julian fled to the lavatory for a piss. Safe inside, door locked, he inspected his lipstick smeared face before washing it off. Even after his piss, his cock remained semi-hard. Someone else, wanting to use the toilet, rattled the door-knob, and quickly Julian zipped himself up and emerged back into the mayhem. Now at least he could go. As he waited at the door to the party-room, Heather Wiggins came up to him.
Where have you been Big Boy? Maria has been looking for you. Don't dash off before saying goodbye to her.' She looked round the room as though searching for her friend. She must be in her bedroom, the one at the far end of the corridor on the right. Pop in there before you go.'
The request was innocent enough, but somehow Julian doubted it. Was the voluptuous Maria his anonymous mistress? Was it her cunt he had worshipped over week before? Was it she who had belted his bare bum? What did he know of her? Not a lot; he never bothered much about his female pupils, preferring to concentrate his energies on the boys. She was just another average female student.
The door was ajar. He tapped on it. I am just off' he called. Thanks for a great party.'
She opened the door to him. It took you long enough. Come in cocksucker' she commanded. I have a few things to settle with you.'
Julian's world-picture disintegrated at that moment. Suddenly all his preconceptions about himself and what he was flowed away. In a flash he recognised Maria as the Mistress of his body, the controller of his fortunes. It was as though he had been hit in the stomach. Never had he felt so helpless, so passive.
`Shut the door.' He obeyed and turned saw she was sat on the end of her bed which was covered by a pretty embroidered silk grey cover.
`Come here. Closer!'
He stood between her open legs. With practiced hands she pulled down his zip then undid the catch at his waist. He felt his trousers begin to slide down his legs. With two firm hands she yanked them down below his knees and he was bare, bare and exposed before her.
She handled his cock and balls as though she owned them, but then she did. His cock stiffened, much to her amusement. An order and he removed his trousers entirely. Further orders and he bent down over her substantial thighs. He could feel her body warmth, smell her scents. Outside the party continued and suddenly he realised the door was unlocked.
`May I lock the door please' he begged.
`No.' And with that she began to hand-spank him, firmly at first and then harder and harder as though she was getting rid of her frustrations - which she was. She wanted him squirming and by the time she had finished, he was.
He rose, rubbing his bum. She stared down at the wet stain on her slacks. The dirty cocksucker had dribbled on her. She pointed out to him the error of his ways. He apologised, to no avail. She rose and went to her cupboard and opened it. Julian stared with astonishment for seated in the bottom of the cupboard was a naked robin, naked save for ever-present chastity-belt. For a brief moment they made eye-contact as she reached into the cupboard and fetched out a cane.
`Get over the bed, cocksucker. Put your shirt there first, I don't want your filthy cum all over my bed-spread.'
He bent over and waited, waited for the inevitable.
It came with a swish of pain across his already sore bum, forcing a cry from his lips. Five more times she beat him, the last across his soft upper thigh leaving a weal of pain which would last a week.
`Get up.' He rose unsteadily, his bottom now throbbing. Meanwhile she returned the cane to its place in the cupboard and closed the door, closed it on the naked witness.
`Put your panties on.' There was no gainsaying her; he obeyed pulling the sissy pink panties up over his now detumescent man-hood.
`Now go! And don't forget to thank Heather before you do. I expect you to return at 8 tomorrow morning to help sissy robin clean up. And don't be late if you know what is good for you!'
She watched him leave with quiet satisfaction. That will treat the bastard to treat me with contempt. she thought to herself as she slipped her hand inside her slacks and gave her soaking cunt a gentle rub of pleasure.