A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 5
By
Caterina Duvay
(catclitduvay@yahoo.com mailto:catclitduvay@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: The following story is not intended for minors nor for anyone offended by the depiction of lesbian sexual experiences. The author is neither encouraging nor condoning the behaviors described.
Email feedback is much appreciated from anyone with similar interests, esp. femme dommes or subs.
Part 5
When I awoke the next morning, sunlight was streaming through my bedroom windows. The air was fresh and mild and for a moment I believed I had merely dreamt of the abduction by my two bold seminar students. My aching body told me otherwise, however.
My nipples were tender, as were my ass and flanks from the cropping I had been administered. My cunt throbbed after the furious fucking it had received from Sandra and her huge dildo. And my ass -- my poor once-virgin ass -- was inflamed by Monica's brutal ravishing. It amazed me -- it made me question my sanity ... How could I have withstood the double-plundering of my physical treasures?
Images of my lithe naked form as I lay stretched out in the middle of my bedroom floor flooded me: my lean smooth legs in the air, feet crossed and bound, giving utter access to my jewels; my thin but well-formed arms pulled far back with their tied wrists over my head; fierce beautiful red-haired Monica driving her massive tool into my bowels; sultry insistent Sandra thrusting into my buttered cunt, distending it to new dimensions; my entire body shivering and shuddering as never before....
It was all too much to comprehend ... but despite the residual soreness I was again captivated by a raging lust.
In one half-day I had been `forced' to lick and suck my students' private parts. In one half-day I myself had been licked and sucked, whipped and slapped, bound and gagged, collared and pincered and spat upon, and wildly mercilessly and relentlessly fucked in both ass and cunt while I devoured the cum of a 22 year-old. It was all too much, too much.
I reached down reflexively with my hand to stroke my hard pearl but then remembered my Mistresses' injunction and desisted. An entire day loomed and I was even more consumed by my desires, a day of enforced frustrating abstinence, a day that would be filled with racing thoughts of unnamed wild degradations laying in wait. Oh, and a bit of shopping too: I couldn't stop smiling as I read my Mistresses' note commanding me to drive an hour out of town to a toy store' to pick up a package, not to be opened, and to spend at least $300 of my hard-earned money on goodies' of my own choice and imagination. My heart again began to race.
But first I bathed and oiled my skin and frankly admired myself in the mirror, seeing a woman I hadn't quite seen before, a woman more energized, more confident, more sexually charged and more ravishing than I had ever thought possible.
I shaved my tender pussy with delicacy, taking care around the labia that had been clamped for perhaps an hour the night before. I soaked luxuriantly in the tub, pampering myself.
By noon I had managed to get downstairs, refreshened and nubile, dressed skimpily and provocatively on this off-day. I wouldn't be back in the classroom again for another 2 weeks to head a summer session for which my preparation was all but complete. As I sat at my kitchen counter sipping my first cup of coffee the bowl on the floor -- the bowl from which I lapped too much wine too quickly -- caught my eye. I was seized again by an almost total corporeal shudder and, tingling everywhere, fell to all fours and relived that bizarrely compelling moment. It felt so utterly natural.
My hand strayed to my neck -- my collar. I realized that the collar could not be removed without a key to work the tiny padlock that secured it. Consequently it would be visible to everyone outside -- which kind of thrilled me as being both a saucy fashion-statement and a sign of servitude and discipline.
As I made the rounds of ordinary shopping and strolling I detected the curious glances of many, male and female, and I inwardly reveled. Did they see me as a slut? If so, good; after all, isn't that exactly what I was? Why should pleasure be shameful? That they desired me I was certain, and it was marvelous to be desired, marvelous.
As the day wore on I began to experience a mounting excitement at the thought of my necessary trip to the `toy' store. Because I wanted to be as discreet as possible, I arranged to arrive at dusk. I thought it would be a sleazy place, but instead it was merely unassuming, located a few blocks from a major mall. Entering "Loveladies Lingerie" was just like entering Victoria's Secret. I was the only customer and the saleswoman approached me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, sexy. Her left nostril was pierced and her jet black hair was done in a page-boy. She had a great figure, dressed in tight-fitting leather slacks and a funky blouse.
"Hi, may I help you?" she inquired pleasantly. "I'm going to be closing up fairly soon -- was there something particular you were looking for?"
I was a bit confused, having expected to be led to some den of depravity, and disappointed that I wouldn't be able to take the leisure to ogle an array of erotic implements of pleasure. I smiled benignly.
"I came to pick up a package.."
`Oh, yes, you're the student, right?" said the saleswoman.
I blushed at the joke and corrected her.
"No, I'm actually a teacher, at the university."
"Kristina?"
"Yes, that's me."
"OK, well here's your package -- nice stuff, by the way."
She eyed my collar with what appeared to be amusement and then gave me a head-to-toe.
"Something else you're interested in?" she asked.
"Well, uh, actually ... ," I stammered.
"What are you into?" she rather casually inquired, appraising me again, trying to size me up.
"Well," she continued, " you're intelligent -- that goes with being a teacher I guess -- and it seems like you're kinda new to being a slut."
She shocked me and I turned crimson. She continued casually, "Go through the employees' door and I"ll be with you in a minute. I have to lock up."
I opened the door marked "Employees Only" and found myself in a room nearly as large as the storefront -- but much more breathtaking. It was filled with the instruments of desire, dark desire, for women only: Latex and leather clothing, dildos and vibrators of bewildering variety, ropes, cuffs, chains, paddles, whips.... I almost fainted. At the other end I could see my image reflected in the large 3-sided fitting mirror ... and I indeed looked like a slut, an alluring and charged creature of pleasure.
"I'm Nikki," said the saleswoman, shutting and locking the door. Her voice startled me but I composed myself and held out my hand: "Kristina". She smiled and I noted how pretty she was, and I smiled back, and she then asked me to undress.
I was taken aback and began to protest but then figured it had to do with needing to be fit for something special, to try something on requiring sizing.
Nikki's eyes gleamed mischievously and her manner became strikingly authoritative.
"I want every last shred of clothing off that lovely body of yours, Kristina, except your shoes and collar. Hurry."
There wasn't much to take off actually, and I was growing red and fearful.
"Don't worry, we're the only ones here," she commented -- not so reassuringly I thought.
"You're a neophyte, aren't you?" she asked. I nodded. "Which means you have a lot to learn, so in fact you are really a student, right?" I nodded again, "I guess I am."
"See anything you like?" she inquired. My eyes roved -- everything seemed exciting and perverse and I had no sense of what it was I really wanted.
"Well," she said, sensing my indecision, "maybe I can help."
She led me close to the fitting mirror and stood behind me, gently fingering my nipples and brushing her lips against my neck.
"You've got a lovely body, Kristina, a body that has just begun to awaken to new pleasures, am I right?"
I cleared my throat and softly assented as she tousled my hair.
"I've got something I want to show you." Nikki went to a shelf and returned with a kind of leather strap. "This is called a pussy-paddle" she continued, "but it's really effective on all other kinds of places."
My breathing quickened and my heart raced and pounded, my mouth became dry.
"Spread your legs apart, far, as far as you can, and keep your hands behind your back."
She positioned my hands so that each gripped the opposite wrist, and she drew my back into an arch. Then she began gently to swat my nipples, which grew hard almost immediately. I winced and breathed heavily as I gazed at myself in the mirror.
"Hold still, Kristina... you can make all the noise you want, though, since nobody can hear us, and it kinda excites me anyway."
She commenced, swatting harder, reddening my breasts, occasionally just clipping the nipple alone, and I struggled to remain motionless, but in vain. I did begin to pant audibly, in pain and excitement, and I shouted outright as she landed two extremely hard blows to each breast.
"You're a natural, my dear," she cooed.
I had been used to testing my intellectual limits throughout my life, and now it seemed I was thirsting for a similar challenge physically and sexually. I really didn't know to what limits I could go, what I could attain, frightening as it may seem. But my curiosity was now unquenchable.
Nikki moved behind me and commanded me to bend forward, keeping my arms in place and my back arched still. I did my best.
She stroked my ass, lightly at first, then increasingly harder. It burned and my cunt responded by gushing. Even though I whimpered and occasionally shouted and yelped I was relishing every stroke on my ass and my thighs. My breaths were rapid-fire and my heart rate must have been at 200 as this stranger walloped me mightily with a paddle, with sharp hard strokes that stung and flooded me with sensation beyond description.
"You" -- whack! -- "are" -- whack -- "such" -- whack -- "a" -- whack -- "fucking" -- whack -- " cunt" -- whack -- "whore" -- whack -- "slut"...WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
I struggled to keep from falling forward and Nikki pulled me up by the hair.
"Stay on your feet, bitch!" She spread my legs further apart to open up access to my ass and cunt, and began her strokes again, searing me, holding me up by the hair as I heaved and yelled and gasped for breath and delighted in the shock waves that coursed from my exposed cunt throughout my body. She was now whipping my pussy with fervor and I trembled and purred and grew dizzy, sick with desire, inflamed.....Her final blow to my cunt made me cum in a rush and as I came she smacked my ass fiercely to accentuate the orgasm, all the while retaining her grip on my hair.
Eventually she permitted me sink to my knees and extend my arms in front of me in relieved prostration, to catch my breath, and become somewhat calm again. I was filled with a tremendous longing to pleasure her, this fetching stranger, this sexy young bitch who had read me so perfectly and satisfied my cravings so surely.
"You're a lovely little plaything, Kristina. Now take your reward."
So saying she slipped out of her slacks and spread her legs as she stood above, facing me. I raised myself and moved her lace panties aside to engulf her magnificent pussy with my mouth, tonguing and kissing and licking and pressing and grinding her into her own powerful climax.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said when the last of her moans had ebbed, and she dropped to her knees and cradled my head and kissed me full and deep on the lips.
"When you're through your little fling with whoever," said Nikki, "I want to see you again."
I had no doubt she was absolutely correct, and as I was about to leave the store she gave me the pussy-paddle she had used on me as a present.
I arrived home late in the evening, exhausted, but slept fitfully in anticipation of the next day's message from Monica and Sandra. The cool sheets of my bed helped to soothe my inflamed buttocks and thighs and breasts, but these mementoes of Nikki's attentions acted as a powerful aphrodisiac.
I'd had more sex in the past 2 days than I'd had in the past 2 years -- and sex of a kind and intensity that was light-years in advance of my previous experience. How much better could it get? How much more depraved and submissive could I become? What would be next in store?
(Hopefully to be continued: feedback most welcome.)