Chapter 2
“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.”
Christina searched for the right words. “Most of the stories I’ve written online are lesbian stories. Adult stuff. 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 the drama.”
“I like people who are passionate. And don’t forget to email me with the link.”
“I’ll remember to do that.”
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 and pasted the link into an email. Then she wrote the message:
Here’s the link to my stories. It’s nothing special. Maybe erotica isn’t my specialty, but I enjoyed writing them.
The email was sent. 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 before bed.
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 decent. Meet me in my office tomorrow at 8 am. I’d like to discuss some things with you.
Christina didn’t know what to think of the cryptic email. The professor was always a tricky woman to understand.
Part 2 of 3: The Obsessive Professor
The air was cool in the early morning, forcing 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.”
The professor shook her head. “It wasn’t bad. Just flawed. We can fix that.”
Christina looked uncomfortable. “I’ve never shown those stories to anyone. Not even my best friends.”
“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. 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 many, many years ago under a pseudonym.”
“Oh, thank you. I’d love to read it. Thanks. Why a pseudonym though?”
“They’re BDSM themed stories,” the professor winked. “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 loosely based on my real-life experiences. No one in the university knows about it. And certainly none of my students.”
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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“That’s the problem with your stories,” the professor stated. “You lack 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.”
“Won’t they read your novels someday as well?”
“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.”
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.”
“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.”
Christina held the notebook and nodded. “I’ll do it. Thanks, professor.”
“One more thing,” the professor said.
“Next time we meet in my office, don’t wear a bra. I like when you came here braless the previous time. Women your age should always be braless.”
Christina’s jaw slightly dropped. She was stunned that the professor kept track of her undergarments.
It was a busy weekend of reading.
Schoolwork was the 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 a female character.
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 and 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. Maybe someday I will.
I’ve never written in a journal before.
Christina closed the notebook and threw away the 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 main character was a professor and the other character was a female student.
Christina read every word carefully, noting how Professor Kelly 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 that entire book. Her eyes hurt. There was an aroused tingling 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 that stimulated her entire body.
She used two sheets of toilet paper to wipe her vagina and saw it covered with clear fluids. It was the natural consequence of being overworked and under-satisfied. She hadn’t orgasmed this good in a while.
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