Submissive Professor (closed)

[Tappy_McWidestance]

My name is James and I have the best job in the world. I am the Dean of Student Affairs at a small Midwestern liberal arts college. What makes this such a great job? Two things. First off the student body is comprised of about 80% girls between the ages of 18-21 who are away from home for the first time and looking to experiment sexually. Second, as a naturally dominant man (discovered when I was in college 20 years ago) I have no hesitation to use my position to “educate” these young women on what it takes to succeed here. To be sure I don’t just go around trying to fuck every piece of ass on campus. While officially against the rules for a student and a professor to be involved, technically I am management. It is still frowned on and if the Chancellors knew about some of my particular fetishes I’m sure I would be fired, although I also know some other their dirty secrets which gives me some latitude. So I am discreet. I pick my targets carefully. After doing this so long it is obvious which freshmen are naturally submissive and will take kindly to my advances. I prefer girls who were not the most popular in their class as they tend to try and please more. Smart girls who are also on scholarship are also easy picking as they tend to be willing to do anything to make sure they can stay in school.
The start of the school year in the fall means I have to interview every new student. Like I said we are a small college so it’s not as bad as you think. Usually it’s 5 minutes and a quick rundown of the major rules. But if you are an object of my affection, expect your interview to be longer. Although you don’t realize it, I’ll also be doing a background and credit check, talking to your friends and basically learning all I can about you.

Two years ago I began a relationship with Kelly. She was the antithesis of the kind of girl I usual chose. She was gorgeous and I was sure all the guys on campus would be fighting over her. But there seemed to be a spark between us immediately. I fucked her on my desk the second time she came to see me. It turned out Kelly was a switch sexually. She was very open with me about it. In high school she had learned to seduce and dominate other girls who were part of more popular clichés as a way to get back at them. But she also had a daddy fetish and was quite submissive when she was with me.

Her favorite thing was to have me spank her over my knee and then crawl under my desk to suck my cock as her apology. We always fucked in my office. That added to the thrill. She would arrange to meet me early or late when the rest of the staff was gone, but several times we almost got caught. I’m sure there were quiet rumors floating around, but I didn’t care. She was a sexual dynamo and I wasn’t about to give her up.

One day after I had deposited yet another load of cum into her forever greedy mouth, she asked if she could bring a friend next time. It turns out that her friend was a girl Kelly had made her slave. The girl had never been with a man having made it through high school a virgin until Kelly had deflowered her. I saw a side of Kelly I had not seen before. She spanked the girl while ordering her to blow me. Later I gave the girl her first experience of a real cock in her pussy and her first spray of hot cum on her face.

Thus began a beautiful friendship. Kelly would still show up alone for “daddy” time, but usually she brought a friend to dominate in front of me. I was getting more pussy than I ever had before. Kelly seemed to have a stable of five or six girls she would bring around on a rotation. I never got tired of our after-hours activities. I often wondered how Kelly seduced this girls, but I didn’t bother to ask. I really didn’t care that much as long as I kept getting a steady diet of young submissive women.

 

[DommeKelly]

My name is Kelly or Domme Kelly if you are fortunate enough to be one of my submissive female lovers. James has done a fine job of describing me, but he left out a few details. I love seducing straight women to the lesbian lifestyle. I love having a girl willing to lick my pussy until I can’t cum anymore. I’ve been highly sexual since I went through puberty. I have to orgasm every day (preferably several times per day) or I turn into a total bitch.

My freshman year I joined a sorority. I figured this was the best place to meet like minded women. And it was. I allowed myself to be “seduced” by a senior during pledging but soon she was my sex slave. Several other of the senior class were soon loyal subjects of my juicy pussy and I was the unanimous choice to lead next years’ pledge recruitment. Usually that honor went to an upperclassman, but everyone knew of my persuasive powers so I got the honor of being rush chairwoman.

During my sophomore year I began bringing girls into the sorority. Some were just good candidates that you would want for a sister. Some get not really sorority material but I wanted them in my bed. And some were both. Attractive, submissive and open to suggestion. These are the girls I brought to James and we enjoyed them thoroughly. During the spring semester a new wrinkle occurred in our sordid little affair. A new professor was hired and I happened to get her for one of my comparative literature classes.

I’d never seduced an older woman, although by older in this case I’d say eight or nine years.

While I have a daddy fetish, that doesn’t translate to a mommy or older sister attraction. But looking at her I thought we could have a lot of fun. She was curvy and voluptuous. She definitely had a different look from the typical freshman I usually stalked. Freshman are confused and experimental. They are easy marks. This woman looked worldly and definitely had something to lose getting involved with me. There would be little defense if she was fucking a student. Especially a female student. She would be fired immediately. I looked at her as a challenge. Could I make her one of my loyal pussy slaves? If I did could I share her with James. I’m sure he would love that but would she submit to the Dean as well? This was shaping up to be an interesting semester.

 

[Summer_Lopez90]

I was so excited to land this position. My first real teaching job. And at a smaller college. I really didn't want to be a professor in a huge state college and not get to be personally acquainted with the students in my classes. It's not as fulfilling to me.

My name is Summer Lopez and I'm 28 years old. Just recently graduated with my masters degree and ready to help other college students get their education. I'm definitely nervous but I know when I get to know my students and get into the school year, I'll be fine.

As I said I just graduated. It was a tough long road for me to make it through college. Growing up with strict parents who forced me to go to private school, I held in my wild side I suppose, but once I got out on my own into a dorm all hell broke lose. I was a wild animal, to put it lightly. I squeaked by my freshman year with a C average. I'm shocked I even did that well. The following year I was able to party and make it to more classes, so I crept up to a B average. It probably didn't hurt that I flirted with my professors some too.

I met my husband, Tony, towards the end of my sophomore year. We actually met at a party and had a one night stand. I didn't see him again until the next year, and we started dating. I figured what the hell, he was good in bed and I was always looking for a meal. We got serious, and ended up getting married after we graduated. I went on to get my masters, and he got a job selling insurance.

We were so in love at first. He was so supportive of me working to get my masters. I didn't have a job so I could focus on my schoolwork. I guess the stress of his job and *being the sole provider began to get to him. I took a year off to get a job to help pay the bills, but I resented him for it. I missed the old days of partying as I saw others in my classes still in that lifestyle. Tony had no more interest in partying. In fact we really didn't have many friends. I had a few friends from college. He was just becoming more and more difficult to be around.

But we made it. I have a job now that I'm sure to love, and the money isn't bad either for a starting position. So now that I'm happy, he should be happy, and we'll be happy together again. I hope.

 

[DommeKelly]

I began to plan how to seduce my professor. I did some research through some other friendly faculty members (I’d given a few of my girls to my teachers to help with some grades) and found out that Summer was married, but that life wasn’t as grand as she had hoped. Apparently hubby wasn’t keeping up with her sex drive. So my first order of business was to park myself in the front row every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I’d always wear a short skirt and show a hint of cleavage from a tight blouse. Although my goal was to distract her, I also ended up distracting myself.

I would try to pose shifting my legs whenever I thought I had her attention but the thought of trying to tease and seduce her never failed to arouse me. Thinking about all the nasty things I was going to make her do always got my motor running. Twice during the first two weeks of class I had to fake an illness and run to the bathroom to diddle my clit.

As the semester progressed I could tell Summer was paying more attention to my short skirts and increasing amount of cleavage I was showing her. I’d give her a panty shot now and then. At first I noticed she was shocked at my “accidental” flash. But soon I could tell she was actively trying to get a glimpse of my delicates.

Word through my faculty contacts was things were worse for her at home. She was showing signs of lowering her defenses to my eventual advance on her. I decided she was ripe for the taking. It was time to put my plan in action.

 

[Summer_Lopez90]

Things were progressing nicely at work/school. The faculty seemed to welcome me and my students seemed quite intelligent. Things weren't so wonderful at home. Ifiling I preferred to be at work. Tony was very happy for me when I got this position, but he seemed less and less interested in me or my job. I'm not sure if its jealousy that I am making more than him, but we have forced conversations at home and I cannot even remember the last time we had sex. Part of my female brain can't help but worry that its my appearance. I'd gained about 20 pounds in college, but I thought it in all the right places. Maybe he didn't.

I had confided in my fellow teacher and coworker Jennifer one night when she insisted I come out with her for a few drinks after our late classes. After a few glasses of wine I was babbling all of my woes. She seemed very sweet and was assuring me that he was an idiot for not fucking the shit out of me. When I got home I practically raped Tony. I was able to get off but it was a very un satisfying orgasm. So, the next day after classes I went to a local sex shop and bought one of their most expensive vibrators they had. I went right home and tried it out. It was fabulous. Apparently this is my new sex life.

It only took a couple of weeks to learn all my students names, and find out who my favorites were. I know we teachers aren't supposed to have favorites, but we do. In one of my comparative literature classes there was a student by the name of Kelly Ramirez that stood out. Not necessarily because of her intelligence, but because... Well, at first I couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed very eager, always sitting in the same seat in the front of the class and very attentive during my lectures. She dressed to the nines every day too. She was gorgeous, a Latina like myself. She was probably about 5 foot 6, tanned skin, long black slightly wavy hair, huge natural breasts, and was very curvy. She reminded me of myself before I gained the extra 20.

I've always considered myself a straight woman with the occasional sexual thought about a woman. But something about Kelly was captivating. Maybe it was the way she dressed. She always wore a skirt and V neck or other cleavage revealing shirt. Because she always sat in the front row, her tanned lithe legs would catch my attention. Perhaps it was part jealously, but I found myself looking at her more often. As hard as I tried not to, I was more drawn to her. Did she realize? Did she like it? Wait, what? No. I don't care. That's ridiculous! I must be sex deprived if I'm thinking this way!

Well she must've noticed. She seemed to uncross her legs at just the right moments. Tuck her hair behind her ear while giving me a coy look or apply shiny lip gloss to her pouty lips. Pull her shirt down exposing a lacy bra. The first day I saw her flash her panties I nearly coughed out loud. I began to wear my glasses so as to hopefully conceal my wandering eyes. I desperately hoped she would give me another look. She had the sexiest panties. Always lacy and vibrant colors. It was wrong, so wrong, but I found myself looking forward to her class. We never spoke before or after class, and I had myself convinced that she had no clue I was constantly checking her out.

 

[DommeKelly]

On Friday I was ready to make my move. I started by dressing in the shortest skirt I had. It wasn’t appropriate for class but I didn’t care. Summer would be able to see everything once I sat down. The second part of my plan was to get my panties nice and smelly with girl musk. This was easy to accomplish. I rubbed myself to orgasm through the panties before breakfast, after breakfast, in the bathroom before class and once when I excused myself during class. By now I didn’t have to fake illness. Summer had commended that I looked flush after returning from one of my during class masturbation sessions and suggested I head home to rest. I had assured her I was fine and ever since then she didn’t question my motives. I’m sure she knew what I was doing, but she didn’t seem to care. Or maybe she was excited by it.

This time, with four good cums soaked into the front of my panties, I took them off and returned to class with my panties in my purse. I wasn’t disappointed in the look of surprise when Summer got an eyeful of my shaved pussy instead of my white cotton panties. She lost her train of thought. I knew I had her.

She struggled for a few moments but got back on track and finished the lecture. I waited in my seat until the hall had emptied out. There were a few stragglers as I asked Summer if she could help me with a problem. She said she had to go, loud enough for the other students to hear as they followed out of the room. I assured her it would only take a minute. I got up and followed the last student to the door. I then shut the door and locked it.

Summer had a look that mixed fear and anticipation as I walked back toward her desk. I loved that. It meant she was conflicted. This was going to be easier than I thought.

 

[Summer_Lopez90]

Kelly continued to distract me daily. I found that even when she was not in the class I was teaching, my attention kept straying to the seat she always sat in. She was an enigma to me. Was she attracted to me? Was she a lesbian? There was no way a girl, or rather woman, with a body like that could escape the attentions of men. There were only a handful of males in her class, but I noticed every one of them strain their necks to watch her when she excused herself to the ladies room. Which she did once every class. When she would return to her seat, she would seem... flushed. One time I asked her if she needed to be excused as I was worried that she had a fever. She assured me she was healthy as a horse. What got her all flushed then? Surely she wasn't... nah. How could she masturbate that quickly and come back to class. Impossible. But in the back of my mind, I was sure that's what she was doing.

I found that I was beginning to obsess over Kelly. sometimes after all the students left the classroom, I would sit in her seat, still warm from her very firm, round ass. I even touched the chair one day, to see if it was wet. Laughing at myself, I immediately left the room. Of course it wasn't. But I was.

Several of the next few times I fucked myself I thought about her. When I would reach the point of climax I would picture her sitting in her chair flashing me her panties. That got me to cum so hard, and I just lay there after my body stopped shaking, berating myself for getting off to an image of a female student. A very sexy female student. My fingers found my wet pussy and slid inside easily, my thumb flicking over my clit. This time I came to the image of her spreading her legs for me, only instead of her panties her wet juicy pussy was what I saw.

The next day at school was Friday. Thank god. I begged Tony to take me out on a date for that night. Hopefully he would get tipsy and fuck me good. I really needed that. The vibrator and my fingers were not enough to stave off my Kelly obsession. I needed physical contact from my husband. I just had to get through this day.

Kelly was dressed exceptionally sexy today. I would almost classify it as slutty. Her skirt was so short, I know it couldn't possibly cover her ass when she sat down. And of course when she did sit, she flashed me a glimpse of a white cotton panty. That seemed an odd pairing for the outfit she had chosen, I mused. I mentally shook my head. Time to get to today's lecture.

About 20 minutes into class Kelly once again excused herself to the restroom. She had every eye on her as she strutted out of the room. I continued to speak, watching her out of the corner of my eye. About 5 minutes later she returned, looking flushed again. She was driving me crazy! As I told the class to refer to their books for a particular assignment, I cast a glance over at Kelly. Just then, she spread her legs, pretty wide, I must note, and her panties were not what I saw.

It was her juicy, shaved, still wet from obviously masturbating, pussy.

Oh god. I stumbled over my words, but got back on track. A few curious eyes looked at me as I flipped around to the chalkboard to write. Focus! I screamed at myself. Before I turned back around to dismiss the class early, I took a deep breath. Some of the students cheered at being released early. Kelly hesitated, then got up and approached me, asking for help with a problem. Oh shit! I couldn't be alone with her. I told her I had to go, but she followed the last student to the door and locked it, walking back slowly to my desk. I'm a professional. I can do this!

The look in her eyes was almost predatory. I'm sure that was in my imagination. But why did she lock the door? Surely her problem wasn't me. Maybe she wasnt really into me like I thought. Maybe she hadnt been wearing panties earlier, and my mind was playing tricks on me. I really shouldn't worry about all of this. It's obviously all in my head. She is a student and needs help with something.

"Yes, Ms. Ramirez? How can I help you with this problem? Was it really necessary to lock the door?" I asked her, crossing my arms over my breasts and raising my eyebrow at her, attempting to appear confident.

 

[DommeKelly]

My problem is you, professor. I’ve noticed you staring at me. Summer tried to deny it but I could tell she was struggling to figure out how to pretend I had not busted her. I circled around her desk. Her hands had a death grip on the edge of her chair. I immediately went into seductress mode. I’d seen that posture before.

In a soft tone barely louder than a whisper I told her I knew what she needed as I circled her chair. She was sitting bolt upright and staring straight ahead. I put my lips right next to the back of her neck so she could feel the heat of my breath. “Yes, I’ve known women like you…” I continued. She was frozen in place. I could tell she had been thinking about me. Thinking about what if I was trying to seduce her and it wasn’t all in her mind. I reached around and unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse. Her breathing was becoming ragged.
“You want this don’t you…” I said so softly she had to strain to hear me. Her chest was rising and falling. I’m sure her heart was pounding. I could smell her arousal. I was ready to share my own scent. I knew she would be mine.

I slowly pressed my panties over her mouth and nose. I didn’t rush it. I let her see it coming. She could have easily raised her hands or even stood up. But she didn’t. She accepted what I was doing. She was a good girl like all my other conquests had been. I held my panties tightly forcing her to breath through them.

“Learn my scent pet. Smell what you’ve done to me. Soon you will crave that smell. It will consume you. You will live to please me.”
Summer’s eyes were closed as she took in my arousal. I’m sure internally she was still fighting her demons that this was wrong, but her body language told me that she was already mine.

I rolled her chair back from the desk about a foot. She was lost and didn’t even notice. I then pulled my panties from her face. As expected she pushed her head forward trying to remain in contact with my wetness. I didn’t say anything. I lifted my skirt and hopped up on her desk. I spread my legs so she had an up close and personal view of my glistening pussy.

“Come and get it teach,” I teased. “This is your world now.”

 

[Summer_Lopez90]

I just sat there as Kelly circled me. My worst fear was a reality. How had I let this get so out of hand? My first year, no my first semester even, and I was busted by the student with whom I had been fantasizing over, and staring at during class. I was cursing myself. So much for my awesome job! I opened my mouth, beginning to defend myself, when she leaned in closer to me, her tone changing drastically from critical, to lustful.

She knows what I need. She's known women like me. I just sat there, frozen, helpless. Her lips almost touched my neck as she leaned in close to me, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. I felt her reach around from behind me and unbutton my shirt, my abundant cleavage now on full display. I was trying not to pant, but failing with flying colors. Kelly was whispering now, telling me I want this.

I felt like I couldn't breathe then. God she is so hot. I watched her reach into her purse and pull out... The white cotton panties. She had taken them off during class. I watched helplessly as she brought them close to my mouth. I closed my eyes. Oh my god. The first time I inhaled her glorious scent, my pussy gushed into my panties. It was like my own scent but so much sweeter and heavenly. I just sat there, breathing her scent in and out of my lungs. Kelly was telling me I would crave her smell, that it would consume me and I would live to please her. At that exact moment, I believed her.

But wait! Stop! She is my student, I'm her teacher and I'm a professional. This can not happen. I must stop this.

I was trying to get a clear head. I just need to push her away...

In that moment, her panties were withdrawn from my face. I struggled momentarily to get back in contact with them, but opened my eyes attempting to bring myself back to reality.

I was about to tell Kelly that really, this could not happen, when she perched herself on my desk a foot in front on me, her legs spread wide and her beautiful, shaved, wet, delicious smelling pussy on full display. I gulped. As she told to me to come and get it, I looked up into her gorgeous dark brown eyes. I was a goner. History. My job be damned. I had to have a taste of that luscious pussy.

I fell on my knees before her, as if to worship her. I had no clue what I was doing, but I didn't care. My hands slid up her tanned, toned legs, all the way to her wetness. My fingers caressed her wet lips, slightly pulling them apart and placing my mouth right at her opening. Her scent was intoxicating. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. What was I thinking...

I wasn't. I stopped thinking.

 

[DommeKelly]

I looked down at the gorgeous woman kneeling in front of me. She was so pristine and innocent looked I almost felt guilty corrupting her. Almost. Deep in her eyes I saw the submission in her soul. Whenever I choose a new conquest I always have a momentary doubt that I’ve picked the right girl. 90% of the time I’m right. Summer had left me slightly less confident because she was older. There had been a chance that my sub radar wasn’t calibrated quite right for a professional woman like her. But when I looked into her eyes as she lowered them from my gaze to looking at my pussy, I realized I what kidding myself. Of course I had picked right in selecting her. She was a natural. She craved submission.

Her eating my pussy was almost secondary to my thinking of all the plans I had for her. I love to humiliate my girls. It makes them more desperate for my approval. Just thinking of bringing Summer over to the sorority and dressing her up as the naughty house maid got my juices flowing. Oh, her tongue was helping. But truth be told I could tell she was a novice. But what she lacked in experience she certainly made up for in enthusiasm. As for the experience part, she would be getting plenty. I was confident she would soon but licking pussy with the best of them. And sucking cock too. And presenting both her holes for any number of partners. God how I loved college life.

I was giddy just thinking how much fun I was going to have the rest of the semester. Summer was lovingly worshipping my pussy. Her face was plastered between my thighs. I know she would eventually come up glistening. I love that look on my lovers. The lust in their hearts showing with my juice on their face. Summer would look stunning. I also knew James planed to shower her face with his affection too. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

I was finally getting close to my orgasm. I knew James was waiting in the hallway. His plan was to “catch” us with more than our pants down. But I made him promise to wait until after I came. Orgasm denial is for subs, not their mistress. I turned my head and saw him watching through the small window. I waved my hand back and forth saying “not yet.” He had a mischievous look in his eyes. I felt sure he was going to deny me my pleasure. While I always take what I want from women, by daddy fetish meant James could do most anything he wanted to me included the aforementioned orgasm denial. I hate him for it, but it has helped me be a better Domme having experienced it from the sub side.

But right then I didn’t want him bursting in on us, damn it. I wanted to cum. I knew him well enough to know his patience would wear thin quickly. I needed to take my orgasm if I wanted to have one at all. I grabbed Summer’s head and pulled her as tightly as I could against my pussy. Her tongue hadn’t been giving me as much pleasure as it one day would so instead I just decided to hump my clit against her face. James always loved watching me to that to our conquests. I figured he’d let me play the out to completion if he got to watch.

I rode Summer’s face smearing my wetness and scent all over her. She was marked now as a pussy lover. There would be no going back for her. I ground my clit against her nose. I knew she would be thrilling to my scent even more than when I stuck the panties against her mouth. Almost there…

I’m sure the lurid scene I was playing out would get millions of hits on the Internet if it was ever posted. I was moaning far too loud than I should have been for a public place, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even sure if Summer could breath, but I really didn’t care. Finally my orgasm hit. It was like a tidal wave crushing down on me. My body constricted into one giant pussy as I felt the spasms from the tips of my toes to the last follicle of hair on my head. Involuntarily I stood up. I was still holding Summer’s head which must have stressed her neck, But I couldn’t stop cumming. I felt my legs starting to go numb. I let go of her head and tried to move to the side. I knew James was waiting to see her cum covered face. But my legs were too weak and I ended up in a heap on the floor.

Looking up I saw Summer looking down at me. She was smiling apparently pleased she had brought me off in such a spectacular fashion. Her face was no longer innocent, although she was still stunningly beautiful. She was actually more beautiful to me displaying by juices for the world to see. I was still tingling post orgasm. I knew it was all about to end, but I didn’t want it to.
I smiled back at Summer. Then I heard James clear his throat. Her pride at making my climax drained from her face as she realized she was busted. I watched as she looked up. Her face was no longer pride but shock.

 

[Summer_Lopez90]

I was in heaven. This sexy vixen had her legs spread wide for me and I was all up in her pussy. I never realized this was something I wanted. But as I began timidly at first, licking her sweet pussy lips, I knew there was nowhere I would rather be at that moment.

Her scent. I couldn't get enough. I pressed my nose against her clit as my tongue lapped up her juices. My fingers *began exploring her folds, as they had explored mine so many times before. But this felt all new. I could hear Kelly moaning, and that made my own pussy get hungry to be touched. My right hand made its way under my skirt, and inside my thong. My fingers began stroking my own clit in time with my tongue on Kelly's.

All of a sudden I felt her grab me by my hair and shove my face hard into her wetness. She began humping my face in earnest, eliciting much louder moans from her. I tried to keep my tongue on her clit, sucking on it, but my efforts were futile as she ground herself against my face, faster and harder. I could tell she was about to orgasm as her hips gyrated around and towards me. Then Kelly came, hard; she was thrusting herself wildly on my face and I just held on to her legs for dear life. Her juices gushed out of her wet hole and I greedily drank them up. My face was covered with her wetness but I didn't care.

She moved off of me quickly; falling to the floor. I looked down at her, pretty satisfied with myself for getting her off. She looked pretty well spent. Good thing I sent the class home early. We still had about 30 minutes until the next instructor was scheduled to arrive.

Kelly smiled back at me. I was about to say something to her, probably something lame, when I heard a loud male clear his throat. What the hell? I thought. I looked towards the door and my face drained of its color. Dean James was standing there, a look of pure disgust on his face. Oh shit. I was so fired.

 

[Tappy_McWidestance]

I cleared my throat after Kelly was done orgasming and showering Summer’s face with her joy. This was the moment of truth. Usually Kelly brought girls she already had under her control to my office. They had already pledged to serve her and never gave a second thought to any request I had. This was a little different.

How Kelly managed to get Summer into this position so quickly is hard to understand. She seemed to have control over certain kinds of women. I could tell by the look of satisfaction on her face, at least until she saw me, that Summer was very pleased to have brought Kelly off. I’m sure she was expecting Kelly to return the favor. But that would have to wait.

I watched as the color drained from her face when she noticed I was watching their lascivious display. She hadn’t realized she’d been setup. That catching her was part of my master plan. At that moment I’m sure she was thinking “I’m going to be fired on the spot.”

I noticed she had slumped back in her chair. Kelly didn’t even bother to turn and look at me. I’m sure she was focused on Summer’s face as she came back to Earth from her orgasm.

“Ms. Lopez,” I began in my most authoritative voice. “What the hell is going on here?”
She tried to stammer an answer. I knew she couldn’t tell the truth. But I didn’t care right then anyway. I just wanted to get her further off balance.

“Ms. Lopez. You and your friend are going to clean yourself up and report to my office. Do not keep me waiting.”

I didn’t wait for a response but turned around and walked out as if I was really angry. I would have liked to chastise her a little more but my cock was getting hard and I needed to get out of there before she noticed. I wanted her to believe I was a dispassionate observer at that point.

I also knew Kelly had a few more tricks up her sleeve.

 

[DommeKelly]

I loved the look of terror on Summer’s face as she realized she was busted. It probably would be eclipsed when we got to James’ office and she realized that there was a way to save her job, but she probably wasn’t going to like it. But for now, I had to play along that we were in trouble.
I quickly got off the floor. Summer was babbling something about how she couldn’t believe what happened and how could she have let her defenses down. She still didn’t realize she had been set up. It was cute.

I straightened myself up as quickly as I could and hustled her out of the room toward the Dean’s office. I could tell she wasn’t thinking straight. Saying it a bit louder than I’m sure she would have liked, I announced “We’d better duck into the lady’s room and wash that pussy juice off your face.” Summer didn’t say a word. I tugged on her arm and pulled her into the empty bathroom.
Summer seemed resigned to her fate. As she bent over the sink and began to wet her hands to wipe down her face I heard a loud sigh. I decided she needed a little more to think about.

“Oh my God teacher, you look so hot with my cum on your face,” I said proudly. I then began to run my hands up her legs and under her skirt. She didn’t seem to notice. She was staring at herself in the mirror.

Her pussy had noticed. It was dripping its secret sauce into her panties. I gave her kitty a quick rub through her panties and then slide two fingers past the elastic leg band. Summer mewed as I pushed both fingers into her sopping pussy. I took this as consent and began to finger fuck her.
She was still staring at the mirror rubbing her wet hands across her face, but she was also rocking her butt and moaning. I decided to up the ante.

“We will not be needing these anymore,” I announced as I pulled off her saturated underwear and tossed it into an empty stall.

Summer didn’t seem to notice. She was totally gone.

I gave her a couple more prods with my fingers but got little reaction. I decided it was time to bring her to James.

“Summer, we’d better get down to the Dean’s office,” I announced removing my fingers.
Summer sighed. I took her arm and led her out of the bathroom. I don’t think she noticed I’d removed her panties.

The walk to James’ office was short. His secretary waved us in. I positioned Summer right in front of the desk and then sat down in a chair a couple of feel behind her. On the desk, just as James had promised, was the final step in sealing her fate as our new play toy.

On one side was a piece of paper. It was her resignation letter typed and ready for her signature. It didn’t detail why she was fired but it was worded to make it difficult to get another education job. Her career as a teacher would end today if she signed it.

On the other side of the table was a ping pong paddle. I knew James had other toys in his desk drawer. The paddle was all Summer had to see for now. James was sitting behind his desk. He had a stern look in his eyes. But there was a twinkle as well. I knew he loved this moment.

 

[Summer_Lopez90]

"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod" I kept muttering to myself as Kelly nearly dragged me out of the classroom and towards the Dean's office. I am so fired. What would I tell Tony? Not the truth. Maybe I could say a coworker tried to hit on me and I was sick of it. No, no way he would buy that. He knows how happy I am here. I groaned when I heard Kelly say rather loudly that I need to get the pussy juice off of my face. Thank goodness there weren't too many people around. I felt sick to my stomach so hopefully anyone who heard that thought she was joking and was helping me to the restroom to throw up.

I went to the sink, turned the water on and bent over to splash water on my face. I could still smell and taste Kelly so strongly, and instead of being thoroughly repulsed by what I just did, I was morbidly aroused. I sighed. What happened to me in there? Shit I left my purse, too. I meant to touch up my makeup. My face was a hot mess. I cringed as Kelly chose just then to say how hot I looked with her cum on my face. I was about to tell her to stop, this wasn't the time to be joking around as I was going to be unemployed in a matter of moments, when I felt her behind me, her hands running up my thighs.

I just looked at myself. Surely this was all a dream. I felt her fingers probing into my wetness, sliding into my soaking wet pussy. I arched my back, my ass raising to allow her easier access to fuck me. I moaned slightly, even though I still didn't believe this was really happening.
*
I vaguely felt my wet, useless thong being removed. Whatever. Who cared about a thong when she was about to get fired? Her fingers withdrew themselves from my pleasure center. I sighed dejectedly.

Kelly began ushering me out of the restroom. I wanted to pass out. How was she so perky about this whole ordeal? Oh yeah. She was a student and would likely not even have the slightest infraction! I seduced her. I am so fucked!

Next thing I knew I was seated in Dean James' office. In front of my face was a resignation letter, with a pen placed at the signature line. I hung my head. This was it.

Dean James cleared his throat. God he looked mad. I had caught his eye when I first walked in but now still hung my head. I waited for him to speak. I was speechless at this point.

 

[Tappy_McWidestance]

“Well Ms. Lopez, I don’t think we need to discuss why you are here. The school takes a very dim view of its teachers, ah, socializing with its students. The fact that you chose a same sex encounter makes it worse. I am afraid you leave me no choice but to institute strict disciplinary action against you.”

I had noticed when she sat down her eyes focused on the resignation letter sitting on my desk. She had briefly made eye contact but then hung her head in shame. She was staring at the letter. She would not look up at me. I had been so bold as to look directly at Kelly and smile. She smiled back while nodding her head. Summer was totally ashamed of her behavior. We both knew she would be more than willing to take her “alternate” punishment.

I wondered if Summer’s brain had registered that I said “disciplinary action” instead of termination or firing. I could see she was fighting back the tears. I doubt she was really thinking rationally.

“Ms. Lopez, please pull yourself together and look at me.”

I heard her sniffle. She then raised her head.

I began by calmly telling her that we can’t have our teachers taking advantage of our students and how if news got out it would be a scandal and how the trustees would make sure she never gets another college teaching job, yadda yadda yadda. It was all bullshit, but she didn’t know that. All she saw was that her life was going down the drain.

She finally got up the courage to plead for her job. Through the tears she began to spin a story of how it was Kelly’s fault and how her husband would never understand. As I listened she went into great detail of how Kelly seduced her and how she couldn’t help herself. Her tale was making me hard again. Summer has a very sexy voice and to hear her talk about the nubile Kelly teasing her until she cracked had me ready to throw her over my desk and fuck her. Summer that is. Well actually both of them.

I was amazed at the detail Summer went into. It was almost as if she had resigned her fate of being fired and was trying to at least save her reputation. Of course she was also digging her own grave when I held up my hand and told her I didn’t believe a word she was saying. How it was only making matters worse that she was trying to blame the student because she was a sexual predator.

I didn’t look at Kelly but I’m sure she was loving every minute of my exchange with Summer. Summer didn’t even seem to be aware that Kelly was still in the room and started to become argumentative. I shut that down right away.
“Look Summer,” I said using her first name for the first time. “Obviously I could fire you right now. Your resignation is on my desk and ready. But you are a good teacher and I really don’t need the headache with the Board of Trustees. You made a mistake and I’m willing to let it slide.”

Summer’s face suddenly beamed.

Then Kelly spoke up forcefully. Summer looked surprised after seemingly forgetting Kelly was still there. Kelly said that Summer had practically raped her and then complained that she was getting off without punishment. Kelly asked what was to prevent Summer from doing this again to another student? Summer started to reply how Kelly was really the one to blame and I could sense the conversation between them was about to escalate. Of course Kelly was just playing her role in our plan. It was time for me to step in.

“Girls, stop. Let’s talk this through like adults. Summer, Kelly makes a good point. I don’t want to put anything in your permanent file, but you do need some form of punishment.”

I slowly moved my hand across the desk to where the ping pong paddle was sitting. The inference was obvious. Summer understood quickly. And almost as quickly told me to go fuck myself. How the school rules obviously don’t allow the Dean to spank the teachers any more than they allow her to be with a student.

“I’m sorry you feel that way Ms. Lopez,” I responded going back to using her last name to be more formal.

I pulled my phone out of my jacket. Instead of making a call however, I turned it around so Summer could see the picture I took of her between Kelly’s legs.

While holding the phone in my right hand I pushed the resignation letter toward her with my left. She looked deep into my eyes. I saw the moment when she surrendered to me.

“What do I have to do,” she asked.

 

[DommeKelly]

I felt my pussy gush when Summer said those words. I knew I could do whatever I wanted to her, but to hear her give up control to the Dean made my heart leap. That slut would soon find herself serving all of the sisters in my sorority, but for right now she was going to have the task of being spanked, sucking dick and worshipping my pussy again.

I watched Summer sit passively as the the Dean explained that in his experience, only a spanking (conveniently pointing toward the paddle while saying it) could teach a wayward teacher the error of her ways. Summer was past the point of fighting. She asked if James wanted her to bend over his desk. I thought it was interesting that she almost volunteered instead of waiting for him to tell her what to do.

I had to speak up though. He wasn’t going to have all the fun.

“I think I should get to spank her,” I opined. “After all, I am the injured party here.”

I knew James wouldn’t object. Summer would be spending a lot of time in this office and he would have plenty of opportunities to paddle her saucy ass. I didn’t think Summer would object. She had proven to be quite open to suggestion. I looked at the pair of them for any hint of resistance. Sensing none, I pointed at my lap and told Summer to lay over it.

I made a show out of slowly pulling her skirt back up over her ass. I felt her shudder as the cool air hit her wet pussy. This one was going to be a playful spanking. I’d give her a real punishment later for some minor infraction. This was just to reinforce who was in charge of this relationship.

She yelped as my hand hit her ass for the first time.

“Be quiet slut. You’d better get accustomed to my hand because I intend to do this a lot.”

I smacked her ass again, harder this time, before she had a chance to respond.

“What’s that whore? Cat’s got your tongue?”

Two more fast spanks. Two more incoherent sounds from her mouth.

“That’s right… this ass belongs to me now. You fuck who I tell you to fuck and you cum when I tell you to cum.”

Three fast hard spanks. The sound of her supple flesh taking my hand filled the room. I stopped long enough to rub her ass and slide a finger between her legs. I knew she’d be wet, but I didn’t know she’d be that wet. I wondered if she pissed herself? She had better not have. I had to wear this outfit home.

I continued her spanking, although I was a little gentler now. Her yelps had turned to moans. I caught James’ eye and nodded my head. He stood up from behind his desk. His cock was impressively bulging in his jeans. If I wasn’t busy with my new toy I would have jumped all over him. But his cock’s destination was his new slave’s mouth. I began to mock her. It was part of my plan to break her down so I could build her up as my perfect sex toy.

“This bitch is loving this. She’s soaking wet.”

I knew hearing that would humiliate Summer. Especially because the Dean had heard it.

“She’s quite a fucking moaner too. Isn’t she James.”

He agreed with a grunt.

“You’d better find something to quiet her down or the whole staff will know what we’re doing.”

Of course there was no chance of that, but Summer didn’t know that. For all she knew somebody else could walk through the door and find her sprawled across my lap with a red ass, a dripping pussy and a whole lot of explaining to do. Of course that was really just James’ cue. He walked around his desk. Across my lap, Summer was positioned perfected at cock height. He stood in front of her and unzipped his jeans.

“This ought to keep you quiet,” he said before pushing his beautiful manhood into her mouth.

She kind of resisted so I gave her another spank, the hardest one yet, and then grabbed the back of her head. I pushed her down on his cock until his pubic hair was tickling her nose. I’m sure she did not usually take that much cock into her mouth. I saw her gag a bit when it hit the back of her mouth.

“Take it all slut. You are no good to me if you can’t suck big dicks,” I hissed at her.

Summer was now completely under our spell. The physical stimulation, the mental seduction and now the abject humiliation of being spanked and giving head in the Dean’s office. I took pity on her and began to rub her clit instead of spanking her. She’d been a good sport about all of this and she had not cum in the classroom or the bathroom.

I knew the last remaining part of our conquest of her was to give her some pleasure so she would want more. Unless I missed my mark, she would have the biggest orgasm of her life. Soon she would be addicted to the touch of both me and the Dean and would be begging for us to make her cum.

I began to manipulate her clit. It is a specialty of mine. I can keep a woman on edge as long as I want. Summer was tough though. She was so turned on I thought just by touching her she’d go over the edge. I had to be careful.

“No cumming without permission slut. I’ll let you cum after you drink your new master’s cum.”

I wondered if she comprehended the meaning of my using the term master. Soon enough she would call me mistress if she did not understand the term. James was now using her mouth more like a pussy. I was still holding the back of her head with one hand and toying with her arousal with the other. Her head was snapping backward with every thrust. Summer was having trouble breathing and her eyes were closed. I watched as he pulled his cock out every few strokes so she could suck in a lungful of air.

I knew from experience James was very adept as holding back is own orgasm, but I didn’t think he’d bother right now. I could see by the crazed look in his eyes that he was really enjoying pounding her mouth. I could tell he was going to unload a huge volley of cum down our new pet’s throat. I began fingering her more insistently. I could tell by the heat on my hand her pussy was boiling.

“Remember, don’t cum yet…”

I kept cooing. But she didn’t listen. Really I can’t blame her but the infraction would give me a excuse to paddle her again. Summer began to convulse on my lap as her orgasm tore through her. It was too much for James as the spectacle of the beautiful professor writhing in ecstasy touched off his own orgasm. I knew that look too. He was filling her mouth.

Summer was totally consumed by her climax. I doubt she even realized he was shooting in her mouth. I watched as his cum began to leak from between her lips. That would earn her punishment from him as well. I knew she’d be getting lots of practice drinking his semen.

Summer was a mess by the time we finished with her. She was gagging, spitting out cum and tugging down her skirt as she got off my lap. She didn’t say anything. She just looked at us. James was the first to speak.

“So Ms Lopez, do we have an understanding?”

Summer looked at us confused. I filled her in.

“You belong to us now Summer. I will be coming to your house to examine your clothes. You will wear nothing unless we approve it. At 10pm tonight, I want you at my place. Your slut training will begin then. Tomorrow morning I’m sure the Dean here will want you in his office and will have more instructions for you. From now on he is Master J. I am Mistress K. We own you. You will do nothing without approval and you will refuse no request that we have. Do we understand ourselves…”

I watched as the formerly innocent Summer tried to process what I’d just dropped onto her. James’ cum was still dripping from her chin and I’m sure her copious juices were running down her leg. Her body knew what her answer should be even if her brain had not quite caught up yet.

I knew what she needed to seal the deal. I looked her in the eyes. I locked on my stare. And I slid three fingering inside her pussy and began rubbing her clit with my thumb. Immediately she started rocking against my hand.

“That’s right toy. Fuck my hand. You know you want this. You know your need this. You need someone to take care of your needs.” I was practically cooing the words. Her eyes were closed. She was gone, although I knew she was hearing me. The words were drilling into her subconscious. It was hypnotic. She back to rock more forcefully on my hand.

“Good girl. Listen closely to your mistress. No more orgasms without permission. You must ask for everything. We will treat you well. When you are good we will reward you with the best orgasms you can imagine. If you are bad, you will be punished.”

I continued describing her new life to her. The more degrading I talked, the more fluids poured out of her leaking pussy.

“You will cum when I say and not before. You already came once without permission. I will punish you for that. Don’t let it happen again.”

Summer whispered “Yes mistress.”

Thirty seconds later she whispered “Am I a good girl?”

“Yes you are a good girl.”

I sped up my thumb on her clit.

“Mistress I need to cum. May I please cum?” she said breathlessly.

“Not just yet slave. Hold out a little longer.”

I knew she couldn’t wait too much longer. I’m a tough mistress but I’m fair. I did give her the command to cum and cum she did. Shamelessly. And loudly. But not before James had his ever present cell phone recording the video of her coming. Bless Steve Jobs for making it easy to create blackmail material when you’ve got a hot to trot slut who can’t control her pussy.

Yes, Summer the Slave was going to be special.

 

[Summer_Lopez90]

This isn't happening, I kept repeating over and over in my mind. I begged and pleaded with Dean James, spilling every sordid detail of how Kelly seduced me. Of course she said it was the other way around. We began arguing, and I was really getting desperate now. However, when he showed me the ping pong paddle, I was livid. Like I was going to let him spank me like a child! That's it. I began to rise out of my chair when he flashed me a pretty clear picture of me servicing Kelly's delectable pussy. I sank right back down. I'm so screwed. "What do I have to do?" I asked him quietly.

This was beyond humiliation. Not only did I just orally service a female student, in my classroom, I was about to be punished by a spanking in front of her. So maybe I should just quit. There's no way I can ever look at her the same again, anyways. Or maybe I can request she be transferred out of my class. I looked back at the resignation letter, briefly. If I really did sign it, it looked doubtful that I would be able to get another job that I loved as much as this one.

Dean James was explaining how a spanking could teach a teacher the error of her ways. I was only half listening. Hoping to speed up the humiliation, I asked if he wanted me to bend over his desk. Hopefully facing away from Kelly. Or possibly after she left... Just then she spoke up, whining about how she is the victim and she should be allowed to spank me. I looked between her and Dean James in shock. Surely he wouldn't let her...

But he seemed very agreeable to it. Kelly patted her lap, and really just wanting to get this over with, I went ahead and bent over it. She didn't reach for the paddle, thank god. She slowly lifted my skirt up over my bare ass, my missing panties no protection for my wet pussy. Dean James was in the perfect spot to gaze upon my naked behind. I groaned dejectedly.

Without warning, Kelly began to spank my bare backside with her bare palm. I cried out, mostly in surprise, but Kelly scolded me as she continued assaulting my tender ass with her hand, calling me all matter of derogatory names. Slut. Whore. My ass belongs to her now? What does that mean, fuck who she tells me to? I don't think so bitch! I thought. Just then she slid a finger across the wet folds of my pussy. I moaned without thinking, arching my back slightly, inviting her to continue that instead of spanking me. But she didn't. She started spanking me again, but not quite as hard. Her one finger was still teasing at my pussy lips, so I just moaned, actually beginning to enjoy the slaps on my ass in correlation to her finger at my wet entrance.

I heard her speak then, but not to me. Oh shit I forgot Dean James was in the room! Kelly was telling him what a slut I am, how I was soaking wet and loving it. I tried to protest, but she was still talking, telling him to shut me up. Here comes the paddle, I thought.

Oh but I was dead wrong. Before I knew it Kelly had yanked my hair, pulling my head back then forcing it onto the Deans hard naked dick! I choked and gagged, mostly in shock of my mouth being assaulted in that fashion. But then I felt the goddess' finger rubbing on my pussy again. I moaned around the Deans cock, as he began thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure Kelly was giving me. My hips were rocking in time with her motions, and against my better judgement I felt my orgasm building. Everything that had transpired earlier between Kelly and I was still very vivid in my mind. I moaned again, only vaguely hearing her say something about don't cum until she says...

It was too late. I came hard, grinding my pussy against her hand, my juices coating her lap. I was screaming in ecstasy, but it was muffled by the deans huge throbbing member ramming into my mouth. Just then I felt him explode, gobs and gobs of his hot cum filling my mouth, flowing past my lips and down my chin. My orgasm still had me in its clenches, my hips riding Kelly's lap to keep up the pleasurable sensations.

Once I came down from my orgasmic high, I scrambled off of Kelly's lap as quick as I could, adjusting my skirt and wiping my mouth. I looked back and forth between the two of them, not really sure what to say.

The Dean was the first to speak.

“So Ms Lopez, do we have an understanding?”

What the hell.. I began to question that when Kelly spoke up, telling me that I belong to them. I listened to her whole spiel, trying to soak it all up. Really at this point there isn't much of a choice. I can't lose my job. But slut training? Go to her house tonight? No way, I thought. I have a date with Tony...

Kelly approached me then, with a very seductive look on her face. She went right for my crotch, sliding three fingers inside my very wet pussy, manipulating my clit as well. I closed my eyes, rocking my hips against her very talented hand. She was speaking to me again, saying things like how she would take care of me and my needs, and how I just had to be a good girl. There was more but that was the gist of what I could comprehend at that moment. How she knew I wasn't getting my needs fulfilled was beyond me, but I just put my hands on her shoulders, leaning onto her for support. My legs were jello at this point. I threw my head back, biting my lower lip and moaning in pleasure.

My second climax was imminent. I mumbled to Kelly:

"Am I a good girl?" to which she responded yes, I am. I moaned at her approval, all of a sudden craving it.

What was I to call her... Fuck what was it! I'm about to cum... Oh right.

"Mistress, may I cum, please? I need to cum." She told me not yet, but then in the next breath gave her permission. I let go, wildly bucking against her hand, screaming her name in ecstasy as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I've ever felt in my life washed over me. I was fucking her fingers with wild abandon, as I ground my clit against her palm. I came and came and came again, tears of joy streaming down my face. When she removed her hand, I slid down her body, collapsing in a heap at her feet. Without thinking about what I was doing, I began kissing her ankles and sexy feet. I felt... all kinds of feelings. Grateful. Humble. Longing. Need. Desire. Even a bit of love... I looked up at her then.

"Thank you, Mistress K. May I have your address so I can come over for my training?"

 

[Tappy_McWidestance]

I was overjoyed with Summer’s willing submission to Kelly and myself. I knew by the end of the night she, with Kelly’s guidance, would be well on her way to being our perfect submissive pet. On Monday morning I would have her report to my office and would have my way with her again. But as the two women walked out of my office, I knew there were two other things I had to do.

First, I needed to retrieve the video my PC had been recording through its webcam of Summer being spanked and sucking my cock. We were not going to blackmail her as we would be implicated as well. But it would give her something to review over the weekend which would build her desire for Monday. If the past was any indication, tomorrow when Kelly refuses to talk to her, Summer will come looking for me. I too will make her wait until Monday so she will be primed for the next stage of her training.

The second thing I needed to do was to deliver the video to her house after she left for Kelly’s. When she gets home tonight she will have her starring role immortalized on DVD. In the package will also be one of my favorite toys, a smooth chrome coated remote control egg. A note will instruct her to masturbate at least 5 times per day over the weekend until she is just to the point of cumming and then stop. Then on Monday morning she is to masturbate one final time (still no climax), insert the egg and present herself at my office at 7:30.

I started to get hard again thinking about allowing her to visit me Saturday or Sunday, but I knew it was better to wait.

 

[DommeKelly]

My pussy had been been aching in need since I first put my palm to Summer’s backside in the Dean’s office. Before I sent her home tonight she would learn not only how to please me but what was expected to a good little submissive. I had instructed her to be at my sorority at 9pm sharp. But no matter what she thought would happen to her when she arrived, I had made other plans which I didn’t think she could predict. If she managed to pass a couple of tests and arrive at my room, I would know she was grade A sub material.

I had a couple of hours to kill so I had Missy, one of my in house subs, lavish her praise on my clit. She was a good pussy eater. I should know. I trained her from a novice. Hardly a day goes by that she doesn’t give me at least one good orgasm. Usually she can satisfy me enough to keep me focused on my school work. But today was different. Try as she might and as many times as she could get me off I wasn’t going to be pleased until I gushed over my new slut’s face.

About 8:30 I had Missy help me get dressed. Summer was going to meet her mistress in full bitch attire. Leather corset, leather boots, leather gloves and an assortment of whips, paddles and restraints. Missy was going to help. She would be given the pleasure of administering Summer’s tests and if I am feeling generous, may get her own pussy licked by the professor of pleasure.

By 8:50 I was ready. I sent Missy downstairs to wait for Summer while I sat in my room in anticipation. I kept looking at my watch. She would be here soon. The thought that she wouldn’t show up never entered my mind. I knew her too well. I did think there was an outside chance that she would balk when Missy administered her tests. If that happened, then she was not worthy of serving me and I would move on.

My watch showed it was now 9pm. I’d give her a couple minutes grace for punctuality in case her watch was slow. At 9:01 I received a text from Missy that an older woman (Missy was a freshman so to her Summer was old) had walked in the front door. I would have my answer soon.

I paced back and forth in my room. The heels of my boots clicked on the wood floor. My room is on the second floor above the kitchen. I’m sure some of the people were wondering what was happening although I’m also sure at least one of my pets were there and knew we were inaugurating a new sister in submission tonight.


9:05… I wondered how Missy and Summer were getting along. I figured since Missy had not texted me that Summer ran off that she had passed the first test. But that was the easy one.

9:10… still no message. That was a good sign. She should be done soon. But the final exam was the hardest part so we were not out of the woods yet.

9:15… a knock at the door and a smile across my face.

I knew Missy and Summer were waiting outside my door. I let them wait for a few seconds. I knew it would stress Summer and I didn’t want to appear too eager. Finally I swung open the door. Missy was beaming with pride and flush from her very recent orgasm. She handed me a leash. Looking down the leash was attached to a leather dog collar around the beautiful Summer’s neck. Per my instructions to Missy, Summer was naked. She was also blindfolded, had a bit gag strapped to her head and had a butt plug with a horse hair tale up her ass.

I can only imagine the humiliation poor Summer must have felt as she first had to strip in front of Missy and then had to pleasure the young girl she just had met. I’m sure she was burning with shame as Missy dressed her for me. The final test was having her crawl naked up the stairs to my room. Summer would have no idea who many people had seen her but she had to assume somebody had.

“Here she is mistress,” Missy said to me.

“Thank you slave,” I told her. “Was she any trouble?”

“No mam. She’s a doll.”

I tugged on Summer’s leash and brought her into my room. Soon I would remove her blindfold and allow her to gaze at her new mistress. But first I wanted her to worry about who else might be in the room as I began her position training.

“Welcome professor,” I began. “Tonight you are the student and you will learn your lessons well.

 

[Summer_Lopez90]

I looked at my phone and took a deep breath. 8:47. I don't want to appear too eager, but I don't want to appear complacent either. I gripped my steering wheel and peered out of the windshield at the sorority house where my goddess lived. What am I doing here?

Listening to my pussy, my brain reminded me. Casting all my common sense aside.

After all, how many of my other current students lived here? Or students to come? God Summer. Get the hell out of here!

Well I did. Out of my car, that is. I stepped out and made my way up the walk to the front door.

My shoes clicked on the pavement as I nervously looked around. I had chosen my outfit carefully; I wanted to please Kelly with how I looked. But I had no clue how she wanted me to dress. I wore a short, tight jean skirt that accentuated my ass perfectly, with a slit up the back. My red high heels made my legs look superbly toned and tan. My shirt was a recent purchase from Victoria's secret, a tight black V-neck tee shirt. My cleavage was expansive, popping out of my black bra. Finally I wore black sheer lace boy short panties. I felt sexy froIm head to toe.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. It was opened by a very giggly freshman. I didn't recognize her. Thank god.

"Hello. I'm looking for Kelly, is she here?" I felt so stupid asking it like that, but that's how the words tumbled out of my mouth.

The girl just waved me towards the steps and took off. Okay, I thought. Then a very sexy young blonde approached me. "You must be Summer. I'm Missy."

I looked her up and down. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a teeny tiny sorority tee shirt. Her body was very athletic, yet curvy under the casual clothes, I could tell. She was looking at me expectantly. I cleared my throat.

"Yes. Where is Kelly?"

Missy raised her eyebrow at me. What? I thought. "Right this way, slave," she said, turning on the ball of her foot and indicating I should follow her.

A sane, sensible, responsible teacher would have left. Not followed a freshman into the next room, which happened to be a study room. It was empty. I looked around nervously.

"Um, is Kelly..."

Missy interrupted me. "Mistress Kelly has instructed me to fetch you. As well as giving me a few other instructions."

She sauntered over to the couch. On one of the end tables was a small duffel bag. Missy sat down on the couch, gesturing to me to sit down on the floor in front of her. "You can do this the easy way or the hard way. I know from personal experience, you want to choose the easy way. If you decide not to participate in Mistress Kelly's requests, she will no longer require your services."

At that moment, Missy wiggled out of her jeans, revealing that she had no panties on, as well as having a very bare, wet, juicy, young, inviting pussy. Oh god. She spread her legs, propping her ankles on my shoulders as she began to slowly rub her pussy lips, not 6 inches from my face. I gulped.

"I can see you dressed sexy for our Mistress. That wasn't necessary. Your first task is to strip for me. Make it good. I want to see that sexy ass wiggling in my face, slut," Missy commanded, still hypnotically stroking her fingers over her wet snatch.

My logical mind wanted to tell her to fuck off. But instead, I stood up, and began my strip tease. After all, no one else can see me, and if it meant I would eventually be spending time with Kelly... What the hell.

I stripped my shirt off of my torso, then turned around and bent over, indeed wiggling my ass in Missy's face as I scooted the skirt down my legs, kicking it next to her on the couch. I unhooked my bra, sliding each of the straps down my arms and flinging it into a nearby lamp. I then shimmied out of my panties, tossing them on her face. She giggled, taking them and pressing the crotch against her nose, inhaling deeply. I felt my pussy gush a little.

There I stood, naked in front of her except for my red high heels. Missy then wagged her finger at me, a "come hither" as she pointed between her legs, indicating for me to lick her pussy. I fell down to my knees in front of her. Leaning over, I opened my mouth and began lapping up her juices. She tasted so sweet and succulent, and I moaned onto her clit as I nibbled on it. "No hands, slave. Keep them behind your back," she breathed, her hips beginning to rock and thrust at my face in time with my ministrations on her clit. My hands clutched each other behind the small of my back. I alternated between tongue fucking her and sucking hard on her clit. She was holding my head against her mound, gyrating on my face as she started to really moan. "Oh fuck yeah Professor. Suck my pussy bitch. Mmm yeah you dirty little whore, eating the pussy of a student you just met.. Oh fuuuuuck... Oh god yes.. Oh I'm cuuuuummmming..." and cum she did. She squired her sexy cunt juice all over my face. I drank up as much as I could, hoping that now she would roll me over and return the favor. She slumped against the couch for a moment then sat back up.

Missy grabbed the bag off of the end table. "I'm sure a slut like you is desperate to get off. If you follow these next few directions, I guarantee that you will. At the hands of the one you came here for. How does that sound? Shall I proceed?" I was past the point of caring. "Yes, please, Mistress Missy," I begged. It felt off to call her that, but I just wanted to feel her mouth on my pussy, which was dripping onto the floor underneath of me.

Missy placed a blindfold over my eyes first. "Do you want me to explain to you what I am doing or just do it?" she asked me. I was breathing heavily at this point. "Uh ok, I guess tell me," I whispered. She chuckled. "Okay I'm going to put a bit gag in your mouth. It's like what you see horses wear. Once I do that, you will be unable to speak." I felt the strap go around my head, then the gag was placed in my mouth. "Now, my dear professor, is where we separate the girls from the whores. Bend over and relax," Missy commanded. I did so, as I felt a warm jelly like substance being applied to my asshole. Oh no. Not my ass. I tried to resist but Missy slid the intrusion into my tight asshole anyway. I groaned in discomfort. It wasn't painful; but it didn't feel too big.

"Oops. I meant to tell you more about that. Oh well. Now it's time to go upstairs to see Mistress Kelly. Oh. One last thing.." I felt a leather strap wrap around my neck, then a click as a tug pulled me forward. I was still on my hands and knees. I crawled slowly in the direction I was being led.

Since I couldn't see, it made everything worse. I imagined a line of girls watching me. Missy led me to the stairs. I climbed each as quickly and carefully as possible. I hung my head in shame as the freshman led me around with a leash.

After what felt like an eternity of crawling up steps on my hands and knees, I heard a knock. Since we had stopped, I figured we were knocking on Kelly's door. God I hoped. Get me inside, quick! I begged silently. Finally a door opened. I heard Kelly's sexy voice. My pussy gushed a little more.

Kelly and Missy began speaking about me as if I wasn't even there. Which I may as well not be, since I could neither see nor speak. When I heard Missy praise me, I beamed inwardly as I felt my wetness leaking down my legs.

I felt a tug on my leash then, heard the door shut behind me as I was led farther into the room. Kelly must be wearing stilettos, as I listened to their telltale click on the floor near my ears. I acknowledged her statement that I was now the student with a mumbled "Yes, Mistress" around my bit gag. Who else is in here with us? I wondered. I didn't really care. As long as Kelly was here.

 

[DommeKelly]

I mouthed a silent thank you to Missy for delivering my professor to me gift wrapped exactly as I had instructed her. Missy was one of my finest pets and I could always count on her to complete her tasks successfully. But now it was time to begin Summer’s education in submission and servitude. Part of me wanted to just force her between my legs, but I knew I needed to make her want me a little bit more before I gave myself the pleasure of her tongue. In my most authoritarian voice I began to bark at her.

“Stand up straight.”

Immediately Summer straightened her back and thrust out her tits. It took all of my willpower not to just begin to maul her.

“Hands behind you head, legs spread two feet apart.”

Again Summer instantly complied. She was easy pickings.

“This position is called Inspection. Whenever you present yourself to me or Dean James you will stand for inspection. The only exception is if one of us raises our hand when you enter the room. If you are clothed when you arrive, remain that way until given further instructions. Do you understand?”

Summer mumbled the best she could. I’m pretty sure she agreed with my instructions but I wanted to play with her.

“I couldn’t understand that, slut. Do you understand rule number 1?”

Again Summer mumbled through the bit gag. I could tell she was very agreeable.

“Say yes I understand rule number 1, mistress. You must always address me as mistress and Dean James as Master. That is rule number 2”

“I understand rule number 1 mistress,” Summer said more clearly this time.

I didn’t respond to her this time. I wanted her to be nervous so I simply walked around her perfect form. I knew would be following my position. When I saw her head move to “see” me through her blindfold I caustically reminded her to keep her eyes forward. Summer turned her face straight forward and whispered, “yes mistress.” She was even better than I anticipated.

I continued to “inspect” her. I touched every inch of her body. Of course I paid special attention to her pleasure zones. Her nipples and pussy had been screaming for attention so I gave them enough to buckle her legs and induce a stimulating moan from my captive. I gave her a running commentary about what I thought of each of her body parts and the plans I had for them. I could tell she was getting light headed as I made sure to tease her and refused to let her unlock her leg position. I knew from experience at a wedding that if you lock your knees too long you can pass out. I wasn’t going to let that happen to her, but I did want to stress her a bit longer.

I tweaked her nipples (more moans) fingered her labia (wet and puffy) and then reached around her cupping her breasts in my hands while I ground my groin against her backside.

“You have pleased me well so far and I’m sure Missy appreciated your talented tongue earlier. I’m going to bring in a couple of my other house pets to complete your inspection and begin the next part of your training.”

I left her standing in the middle of the room still at attention while I grabbed my cell phone. One speed dial later I had instructed Missy to round up the girls and get up here. I knew they had been downstairs drinking and dancing. No doubt they were sweaty and not at their freshest, but I didn’t care. That would be Summer’s problem. While we waited, I filled her in on what was about to happen.

“I have my own private harem in this sorority that you are attempting to join. My harem not the sorority. While the decision to take you under my wing will be mine alone, my pets do have a voice so if there is strong dissention I will take that into consideration. Unless you are given conflicting orders directly from me, I expect that you will serve them as faithfully as you serve me. You are the low woman on the totem pole as it were so until we find another girl to add to our merry band of perverts, you are going to be very busy. Do you understand?”

Again Summer’s voice was muffled, but I understood her to say “Yes mistress.” That brought a smile to my face. I allowed myself a break from the training to finger Summer’s pussy a bit more. She was soaking wet but I wanted to be sure my submissive sisters would find Summer wet, inviting and ready to please. Again Summer’s legs began to fail as I began to finger fuck her. She wanted to desperately to ride my hand. It was cute, but I couldn’t let her get away with such insolence.

“Lock those legs slut. No grinding on my hand without permission.”

Summer reassumed the inspection position as a soft knock on my door broke the silence. I popped my fingers out of my professor and opened the door. The girls were all trying to look past each other and the door to see what was going on. They all knew Summer would be there and I’m sure Missy filled them in on her preparations. I snuck past the door and shut it so I could instruct them.

My instructions were simple. They were to complete their own inspection of our new toy. They were to make their inspection intimate and pleasurable. They were not to allow Summer to climax, however. I was also going to choose one of them to stay after the inspection and to help with the training. Whoever did the best inspection would be chosen. All the girls responded affirmatively that they understood their instruction.

I opened the door and 5 horny women entered the room. I took a seat to watch the action while my 4 slaves began touching Summer all over her body. They played well together as I had taught them to do and didn’t fight over her tits and ass. Much like a wolf pack hunting as a team, the girls brought Summer to the edge of climax over and over again. I could tell Summer was straining to not lose control. She was trying to be a good girl and hold her position but it was getting tough for her. I allowed the girls about 10 minutes to fondle the poor defenseless Summer and then I dismissed everyone but Katie.

The other girls left quietly without a fuss. They knew better than to question me. They would have ended up with a paddling if they are crossed me. Katie looked to me for instructions. I told her to unblindfold Summer. I also told Summer she could relax. I watched as the strain melted from her arms and legs. I also saw appreciation for the return of her sight. I’m sure she was wondering what the girls molesting her looked like.

Next I told Katie to remove the butt plug and to take it into the washroom to wash it. Summer grunted as the plug was pulled out of her with little regard for subtlety. Katie should have taken more care with our novice. I would have to correct her for that. Of course she was a bit of a pain slut so she might have done it on purpose. But that could wait. I needed to give attention to Summer.

“OK prof,” I began. “Please retrieve the large black case from my closet.”

I pointed to the small closet in the corner of my room. Summer went over and got my case of toys.

“Now, please open the case and place each item on the table.”

I’m sure she wasn’t surprised to find my collection of dildos and vibrators. She seemed a little unsure of herself as she starting pulling out my handcuffs, paddles, a flogger, another blindfold, Ben Wa balls, a collar, a leash, two ball gags (one red and one black so I could accessorize) and a few other items I’ll leave to your imagination.

Katie returned and added the tail butt plug to the collection. I then had Katie explain the purpose of each item. Katie had an innocent aura to her. She was the last person you would expect to like being tied up and fucked in the ass with a strap-on, but there she was giving a lecture on kinky sex toys.

I watched Summer while she watched Katie. I could tell she wanted to try them all. Before the night was over Katie and I would use most of the items on the fair Summer. But first, I needed to cum. I explained to Summer that as mistress I always came first. No matter what activity we did individually or as a group, I was the top dog and I always got my orgasm. Summer nodded.

I had the sweet innocent Katie handcuff Summer’s wrists behind her (for her own protection so she would not be tempted to masturbate) and told her to lay next to me on the couch. I slipped down so my pussy was hanging off the side to give Katie better access to me and then held Summer’s head just above the wonderfully talented tongue of Katie as she pleasured me. I gave Summer a running commentary of what makes a good pussy licker (as Katie was one of the best I’d had) as Katie nibbled, licked and sucked a strong orgasm out of my pussy.

I could feel the heat radiating off of Summer’s body as she watched up close and person Katie eat my pussy. I would have liked to hold off my climax for a longer time, but that was hard when Katie was doing the deed. She was so skilled it compromised my ability to stay in control and when I came, I came hard. Summer’s head was bouncing in my lap as I convulsed and shook back and forth. Katie was greedily licking up my cum like the slut she was and enjoying every drop.

I wished I could have immediately told Summer to take her place to show what she had learned, but I needed a break and Katie needed a reward. I told Summer to get on the floor (it was fun to watch my squirming minx with her hands immobile) and for Katie to sit next to me. I then told Summer to show what she had learned on Katie.

I gave her a repeat of my commentary and repeated a few tips, but it seemed she had been paying attention to Katie’s demonstration. Soon she had Katie climbing the walls and begging me for permission to cum. Not that I can’t be generous with that kind of thing but I wanted Summer to be sure she understood what was going on so I told her “not yet.”

I noticed Summer raiser her eyes when she heard that although she didn’t stop her take of pleasuring young Katie.

“Rule number 3… no cumming without permission,” I informed her.

This seemed to inspire Summer as she buried her face in Katie’s crotch and appeared to intensify her efforts to make her cum. Was she just trying to show off for me? Perhaps. Was she trying to prove her skills better that Katie? Probably, although I would have to test for that more thoroughly. Maybe she was just getting turned on again by the whole scene. Whatever the reason Summer seemed determined to make Katie cum without permission. Katie for her part was begging so sweetly attempting not to make that happen. I had always been able to read my girls’ needs very well so I let Summer continue licking and Katie continue begging until I knew she was about to fail rule number 3. Then I gave her the command to cum. She had maybe 20 seconds left before she would have broken anyway and I really didn’t want to punish her for cumming without permission after the great climax she had given me so I let her off the hook.

Katie was off in her own climatic world so I pulled Summer’s head up from Katie’s pussy. She was plastered with Katie’s happiness and looked divine. I had her stand up and escorted her to a mirror so she could see how beautiful she looked. I think she wasn’t so sure as her makeup was smeared and he face was glistening with girl juice, but I assured her she looked great. I then grabbed my phone and spun her around for a picture before she could react.

“Let me send that too the girls and see what they think,” I announced to the stunned Summer.

Little did she know I sent it to the whole house. While only a couple of the sisters formed our group, everyone knew about it and many of the girls had Summer as their professor at one time or another. I had no doubt that by Monday morning everyone in her class would see the picture.

After Katie recovered from her climax I told her to leave and send Missy back in. As she was leaving she hugged Summer and told her she was great. I could tell Summer was happy about that. Missy returned a few minutes later and stripped out of her clothes without being told. We spent the next three hours instructing Summer on the joys of submission and the majority of the toys in my collection. We then sent her home with the instruction to visit Dean James first thing Monday morning. She had no idea how much her life was going to change.