You are The Head Cheerleader and I am the Submissive Professor.

[Exploringbdsmny]

You are the head cheerleader and I am a history professor at a small college. I am friendly to all of the students, but always come off quiet, a little submissive when no one is looking. It's always been strange to me that since your first semester you've been in my class for the last year and a half. Since that time we have become friendly even some banter like you're in charge. This especially comes out after class when you come in late from cheerleading still wearing the outfit. Everytime you make one of your comments I feel myself becoming more under a spell.

It's the end of your sophomore year and for the past semester I've been vigorously jerking off to you after every class with you. The need to be dominated has finally become something I can't control. I decided it would be better to make a profile on a fetish site and try to find someone who isn't a student to experience femdom. After posting a few ads and pictures with some sex toys there was still no response. I blurred my face so people could see I was in shape, but I felt fear someone who knew me would find out what I loved.
One day during a test I feel my phone vibrate and see it's a notification. My face turns red and I look down to my phone to check the message. My heart stops and I see a blurred face of a girl with a beautiful body and the same cheerleader outfit my crush wears. When I look up I see you smiling at me. I know everything is over and my life is about to end. I can't even read the message. You raise your hand and make a joke about using phones in class. I try to giggle then say loudly that class is over early today.

You don't move as everyone leaves the class. You walk up to me and hike up your skirt to show more of your body. You take your time coming to me then slowly say, "So, Mr. D. what is about a girl with a strapon that turns you on the most?"

Kik is exploringbdsmny

 

[shelleyfaggirl]

You are the head cheerleader and I am a history professor at a small college. I am friendly to all of the students, but always come off quiet, a little submissive when no one is looking. It's always been strange to me that since your first semester you've been in my class for the last year and a half. Since that time we have become friendly even some banter like you're in charge. This especially comes out after class when you come in late from cheerleading still wearing the outfit. Everytime you make one of your comments I feel myself becoming more under a spell.

It's the end of your sophomore year and for the past semester I've been vigorously jerking off to you after every class with you. The need to be dominated has finally become something I can't control. I decided it would be better to make a profile on a fetish site and try to find someone who isn't a student to experience femdom. After posting a few ads and pictures with some sex toys there was still no response. I blurred my face so people could see I was in shape, but I felt fear someone who knew me would find out what I loved.
One day during a test I feel my phone vibrate and see it's a notification. My face turns red and I look down to my phone to check the message. My heart stops and I see a blurred face of a girl with a beautiful body and the same cheerleader outfit my crush wears. When I look up I see you smiling at me. I know everything is over and my life is about to end. I can't even read the message. You raise your hand and make a joke about using phones in class. I try to giggle then say loudly that class is over early today.

You don't move as everyone leaves the class. You walk up to me and hike up your skirt to show more of your body. You take your time coming to me then slowly say, "So, Mr. D. what is about a girl with a strapon that turns you on the most?"

Kik is exploringbdsmny

I love that whole scene...that little play.