by A. M. Hess
“Professor Shaw?” Brenda said opening the door.
“Mrs. Cook, please come in.” She said again. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise visit?”
“Please, call me Brenda.” She moved to hug the professor. “I had some time on campus today and wanted to see the command and control center of our most valuable educator.” She laughed.
Kelly knew that it was no coincident for the leading university booster to just happen into her office during the only free time of her day. This woman was purposeful in everything she did, the question was…why? Offering her a seat she said, “I’ll call you Brenda if you will call me Kelly.” They sat, “I am so happy to see you. This is my only time in the office today, if you’d come by after lunch we would have missed each other.” So, how did you know and why are you really here?
Brenda Cook smiled slyly, “I suppose you’re too smart to know I didn’t just happen to walk in. Saturday after the game I asked the coach to check your schedule for a time when I could find you in the office. He did and here I am.” She paused a moment. “I don’t think you understand how valuable we see you. As I was saying Saturday, Tom and I, as well as many others, have worked hard to promote this university and all of its programs both academic and athletic. It’s rare that a professor sides with us outside the realm of academia. Further, to have an educator give of themselves as tirelessly as you do is remarkable. We just want you to know how much we appreciate your efforts.”
With Brenda coming clean about her knowledge and intent Kelly was somewhat relived. She didn’t want to feel like she was being deceived or lied to; she liked Brenda and many of the people at the All-Star Club. “I appreciate everything and it’s important to feel valued. I love being here and participating in the education of the kids. I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else. I guess that I owe you a debt of gratitude as well. I don’t think we hear this kind of thing enough and I hope other professors will get on board and work to promote every facet of the school. I find it exciting to be part of it all.”
Brenda could see the spark in her eye and felt the sincerity in Kelly’s message. “You don’t have to thank me, we all do our part.” Her gaze drifted to the book on the corner of the desk. “Wanting Control, are you reading this?”
Kelly could feel the heat rising in her face, “I must admit that I am. You recognized it, have you read it?”
“Oh yes, I have and most of the women in the Boosters Club. It’s funny how many women want to take charge in the bedroom and are too afraid to talk about it. When this book came out, all of that changed. I shouldn’t tell you this but Tom and I have our little role reversals from time to time. I’m not sure if he lets me be in charge and likes me to be in charge. In either case, the book has opened the discussion among most of the women I know and all of them want an opportunity to take charge in the bedroom.” Brenda laughed, but Kelly Shaw knew that there was more to it than just a simple role-playing game. This woman liked the power she wielded and worked hard to maintain control in every aspect of her life. She doubted that Brenda Cook relinquished any part of her authority in or out of the bedroom. The book just gave her an avenue to discuss it and find out about the habit of others.
Interesting, Kelly thought. “I think more women would be happy taking charge in the bedroom, but I also think that men would enjoy it too.” She set the bait and now waited to see if the woman took it.
“Indeed, at least I have never had any complaints!” She laughed out loud.
Meaning more than just Tom, there was definitely more than met the eye when it came to Brenda Cook and she wanted Kelly to know it. She wanted to invite her to the inner circle of her power club, but at what price, Kelly wondered. “I should think not”, she agreed. “Men are just little boys that have grown up; they still need to be told what to do and when to do it. If they act out, a proper spanking sometimes is the best discipline.”
Brenda shot her a sideways glance, “I think you and I understand each other perfectly.’ She stood. “I’ll leave you to your papers for the time being. I’ve taken up enough of your time. When time permits, I’d like to introduce you to a few other women in the club. I think we can be mutually beneficial to each other.” She gave Kelly a hug and a peck on the cheek before moving to the door.
As she opened the office door, Brenda Cook turned and said in parting, “And professor, let’s talk sometime about what I can do to assist with your private lessons of our student athletes.” She gave Kelly a knowing wink and closed the door behind her.
Chapter Ten
The alarm clock sounded at 7:00 o’clock. Adam climbed from his bed heading to the shower. He knew cleanliness was important to his mistress and he didn’t want to give her a reason to punish him. She had given him instructions to be well cleaned and on time for the 9:00am session.
It had been several weeks since he began his training and the semester was coming to an end. The professor had kept her promise by making sure his schedule was completely open for each session. He wondered if she had discussed the arrangements with some of his other teachers. In any case he looked forward to each visit to her home. She had become his only outlet for sex and he had learned to give himself completely and without question.
Never having such an experience before, Adam was finding himself in his mistress. She told him what to do, how to do it and when. There was no thought in being submissive and he liked giving up the control to her and he looked forward to it. She made him feel safe and free to do as he was told. There was little need for conversation, only providing for her pleasure. He learned to receive pleasure through her and it was more than he could have ever received from a younger inexperienced woman. She rewarded his good behavior and he wanted more each time.
A chill of excitement ran through his body as he rang the doorbell. He was hoping to taste her but willing to perform as she instructed. The door opened and his mistress stood before him in only an open robe. “Come in and strip off your clothes here by the door.” He did as he was told; already his cock stood at full arousal. He waited for his next instruction.
The professor settled into a recliner and motioned for her sex slave. “Come over here and kneel.” Adam moved immediately and upon reaching her knelt with his head bowed and waited. “Begin with a foot massage”, she said in a low voice. He cradled her bare right foot in both hands and began to rub and caress every part. She moaned and stretched out in the recliner, obviously enjoying the sensations. When told to do so, Adam moved to the other foot and began the same relaxing massage. She stared down at him, naked, erect and kneeling before his mistress. She could see the submission and willingness in his eyes and knew he wanted only to please her.
Pulling her foot from him and spreading her legs wide, she said “Use your mouth to pleasure me. Don’t make me remind you how to use it.”
“Yes, Mistress”, he said and hungrily went to work on her open sex.
She had done well with Mr. Adam Carlson. He had become one of her favorite projects. The young man was remarkable in his willingness to serve her. The semester was coming to a close and today she had a special treat lined up for her student. As grades were to be published next week, this would be the last time she could coerce him into submission.
Just the thought of what she was planning with him brought her close to the brink of orgasm. His tongue was trained as well as the rest of his body. He took his time and she clearly felt his desire to please her and only her. Kelly breathed deeply as the electric sensations began to pulse through her signaling the apex. Her belly tightened and with a quick lash of his tongue she fell into the passionate abyss of climax. She cried out and held him to her. He continued as he was taught coaxing her through the waves of pleasure.
When the pounding in her chest slowed to a dull throb, she reached over to the end table and handed him a small bag. “Well done, Mr. Carlson. Put these on please. I assume by know you know how by now.” He opened the bag pulling from it four black leather restraining cuffs th
at she had used on him prior.
Finished, he stood before her with the restraints on both his wrists and ankles. She liked how the dark black leather contrasted against his pale skin. Chromed metal rings hung from each restraint and other than four black bands he stood naked. Dressed only in a robe, she smiled slyly walking to her slave and stroking his hard cock.
She enjoyed the readiness of the young men who called for her special services, this one was no different. His grade would reflect his cooperation this semester and the professor was moving on to extra credit. She handed him two small chromed clasps. He took them in his hands without a word. “Attach one to each of your wrist cuffs.” She slowly circled him gently rubbing the cheeks of his backside and stoking his erection as she made her way around him.
Once the clasps were in place she went on, “We are coming to the end of the semester Mr. Carlson. Tell me, have you enjoyed the benefits of your additional tutelage?”
Without hesitation he responded, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Very good”, she said still circling. “Today is a final exam of sorts. This could be the difference between a passing or failing grade. Are you willing to submit yourself to me again for this final session?”
“Yes, Mistress”, again was his immediate response.
“Lay down on your back over there on the ottoman.” She pointed and he quickly took his place. The professor picked up a metal bar from next to the sofa and standing at her slave’s feet began to prepare him. The bar had a clasp at each end similar to the ones now hanging from his wrists. They jingled as she moved about between his legs. She first attached one to his left ankle restraint and then spread his legs wide. In doing so she was able to attach the opposing clasp to his right ankle restraint.
The young man lay there completely open to her. It would now be impossible for him to close his thighs. His cock stood straight in the air begging for attention. Roughly the professor grabbed the center of the spreader bar and pulled Adam’s legs up exposing his ass to her. “Give me your wrist”, she commanded. He brought his right wrist to her and she attached it to the same ring on the bar as was his right ankle. “Now the other”, she demanded and when she had it attached to the left ankle, her student looked like a roped calf at a rodeo. Both arms were extended to meet each ankle, his feet were waving in the air with his ass exposed and waiting.
The professor left the room and when she returned he knew what fate awaited him. She had nothing on but a harness around her waist which wove between her legs and around her thighs, from her center hung a flesh colored rubber dildo. It bounced as she walked back into the room. Without a word she opened a small bottle of lubrication and began rubbing it into his opening. Her slender fingers penetrated his virgin hole as she pushed the slippery substance deeper into him.
He moaned slightly as her penetrating fingers rubbed against his prostate. The restraints were too strong for Adam to break and he could not move from his current position. There was nothing he could do to stop her; he was helpless to prevent what was about to happen next.
When the professor was satisfied that her pupil was ready, she used additional lube on the rubber dildo. While running her hands over the fake cock she looked down at Adam and said, “I’ve been waiting quite a while for this and I’m going to enjoy it.” She rubbed the head against his asshole expecting to hear him plead for her to stop. Instead he remained calm and waited for her to take pleasure from using his body.
She aimed the dildo at her target and gently eased it into his opened ass. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath but did not protest. She pulled out and applied more lube. When she inserted the dido again it easily slid in. Smiling down at him she could feel his body tense from the new sensation of being impaled. Stopping her movement, she allowed him to get accustomed to the invasion before going on.
Certain that he had relaxed somewhat, the professor began again in earnest. Pumping in and out of his ass using more force with each stroke. Dominating him in this way was enjoyment enough but the pounding was striking directly at her clitoris sending waves of pleasure though her body. Each new thrust brought her closer to orgasm. She continued her forceful battering until the building climax crashed into her. And with a final push she drove the strap-on deep inside her helpless slave, holding it there as the orgasm racked her convulsing body.
Her hands were wrapped firmly around Adam’s thighs holding them in place as she spasmed against the base of the imitation penis. Hearing him whimper, she looked down just in time to see jets of cum launch from his dick and splash across his chest and stomach. She had not expected him to orgasm from being penetrated or without other stimulation. The sight brought her immediately to slam into him over again bringing her second climax flooding through. The result left her legs trembling and weak.
Exhausted, she unfastened the wrist restraints and pulled free from his ass collapsing onto the adjoining sofa. “Unbuckled your restraints, you can go”, she said breathlessly. She watched as he released the remaining clasps and got dressed. When he reached the door to leave she said, “Mr. Carlson…”
“Yes, Mistress”, he said looking back over his shoulder.
“Well done. You will receive an A+ for the semester. You may want to consider private lessons again next quarter.” She paused for a moment, thinking, “I have some members of the Boosters Club who might like to meet you.”
He smiled opening the door, “Yes, Mistress, anything you wish.”
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine