Chapter 3
Then she flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and picked up the notebook:
Good god! An orgasm. It’s been a while since I felt one like that. 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 really hit 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 and 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?
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.
After the email was sent, Christina surfed the internet and checked twitter and social media like she normally did.
Moments later, she received an email reply from the professor:
Monday 8 am is good. Bring the journal.
Christina was dumbfounded. ‘Bring the journal?’ She was shocked that the professor would want to read the journal, which she had assumed would be private.
She tried to think of a polite way of declining. She replied:
Is it necessary to bring the journal? I think it’s better if it remains private. I hope that’s okay.
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 nightly beauty routine. Christina checked her email again and there was a message from the professor:
No exceptions. Don’t remove any of the pages either.
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.
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.”
“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 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 dirty sex acts.
“Oh, that’s interesting…”
“Pinch your nipples,” the professor said. “Do it. Through your tshirt.”
“Do I have to repeat myself a thousand times? Pinch your nipples.”
Christina looked dumbfounded. “Will you stop being my mentor if I don’t do it?”
“It’s optional. I’ll still be your mentor. And I’ll still grade you fairly. But I want you to do it.”
With a deep breath and a moment to think, 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?”
“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.
“Is this making you aroused?” the professor asked.
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 the 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?”
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 that 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.
Christina’s gentle hand played with the computer mouse, and the icon roamed the screen. She finally decided to click and 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 whipped.
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 and 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 mature woman (who looked like a PTA mom) eating Professor Kelly’s pussy.
There was no love or tenderness in the picture. 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.
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 and composure. At that point, she was too lazy to get up. Instead of washing her fingers, she licked them clean and wiped the saliva onto her tshirt.
She sent a reply email:
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.
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.
“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.
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