A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 7
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.
I seldom awoke late, but the following morning it was 10 AM when I first opened my eyes. The inviting aroma of eggs and toast greeted my nostrils as Julia entered the bedroom with a breakfast tray. She had donned my linen dress and it looked lovely on her and we immediately kissed.
"It makes me feel like I'm part of you, that I'm yours," she explained.
What had brought me this piece of heaven? I asked myself silently. Julia continued, lightly fingering the collar to which I had become oblivious.
"You know, Kristina,, when I saw this on you last night as I came in, I nearly creamed. ... It gave me courage."
I smiled and reached over to stroke her leg. She willingly hoisted the dress and my hand made its way to her pussy, warm and tender. But I also began to worry a bit -- things were becoming too complicated too quickly. I could easily imagine spending days on end with this wonderful girl, yet I also knew that I would never have touched her were it not for my induction by my Mistresses into the breathtaking world of glorious submission.
Then again, last night I had assumed a different role, and it too seemed quite natural.
Julie interrupted my reverie. She seemed very serious, very intense, as she clasped my hands in hers and said, "Kristina, no one's ever made me feel the way you do. I want to please you, I want to do for you, I want you to use me." She was blushing crimson. I understood her feelings all-too-well, and was also incredibly aroused by her devotion.
"Well, my dear, if you are true to your word you'll have to be patient, OK?" I said.
She peered at me quizzically.
"I mean," I continued, "what I've done is... let's just say it;s complicated. We both have to think this through a bit more."
She seemed crestfallen.
"I've got a number of obligations coming up, a busy week, and I'll probably have to leave town to visit relatives this weekend," I lied.
"Are you telling me you don't want to see me?" she asked, nearly in tears.
"No, sweetie, no ... just -- it's just that we need to take this slowly, that's all."
I stroked her hair and kissed her and promised to enjoy another delightful night with her, so we made plans to go our separate ways until late afternoon. I selfishly wanted her again, yet I was fast growing very confused. Julia was so sweet and smart and ... willing ... Could this become a viable partnership? And if so, should I turn my back on the others, turn away from the depths of depravity before ... before I lost myself altogether? Yet wasn't that just what I wanted to do -- to lose myself utterly in my Mistresses' power? Isn't this what Julia also wanted from me? Friday loomed menacingly.
I spent two hours at the gym working off anxiety and then ran a few errands afterwards.
I returned home by 530 and discovered that Julia had prepared a romantic dinner, complete with candlelight. It was delicious and we mooned at each other like puppies over every mouthful, every sip of wine while lighthearted classical music played in the background. We were prolonging our anticipatory pleasures gleefully, and by the time we repaired to the bed were fully aflame.
We made love for hours -- conventionally, tenderly. Julia's eyes pleaded for more of the previous night, but I desisted, caught between wishing to be her slut and wishing to be her Teacher, so I compromised, satisfied on the one hand that wonderful possibilities lay open for the two of us, should we decide to explore them, yet also frustrated by the tug of Friday. We agreed to part the next morning and to meet the following week.
It was now Thursday and I was alone. Sandra called. She gave me Monica's address, said that I was expected at 7 PM Friday night, that if I were as much as a minute late or without my purchases the offer would be closed. She didn't even wait for a response from me -- just hung up. That was it. It was purely and simply up to me, and I was immensely relieved.
I decided to devote the day to menial shopping and moderate exercise outdoors. I jogged for an hour around the campus, then hopped in my car heading for my favorite used bookstore. There I spent a wonderful hour browsing, and I discovered a few old gems for the grand total of 10 bucks.
As I jumped back into my car to return home I realized that I really wasn't very far from Loveladies.... Their array of erotica still piqued my curiosity. Surely it wouldn't hurt to browse there a bit and to reward myself with a toy or two for my decision to tow the straight and narrow. I had no doubt that Nikki would respect my wishes once she understood my decision, once I explained. I headed there with a new and clean vigor, with the intent to buy something to please myself and myself alone if I chose.
I sauntered casually into the story close to 6 PM and was surprised to find a different saleswoman, a tall elegantly dressed woman in her forties I guessed, quite attractive.
"May I help you?" she inquired. "We'll be closing soon."
"Oh -- um -- I was here a few days ago ... Is Nikki around by any chance?" I felt awkward and embarrassed.
"You mean the owner?"
"If that's Nikki, yes."
"Surely I can help you....."
"I was looking for something ... special..." said sheepishly.
"Your name?"
"Kristina -- the teacher, tell her."
"Hold on." The woman picked up the phone, mentioned my name and then motioned for me to enter the employees' door.
I crossed the threshold into what I suppose must be every lesbian's erotic fantasyland and I let my eyes roam lasciviously. The door opened and closed again softly behind me as the saleswoman entered saying that Nikki was only available by appointment, but that she herself would show me a few things.
I smiled with relief. "Sure."
"Do you want something to wear? Or mainly to use? Let's narrow down your choices a little," she added.
"I'd like ... to wear something, something really -- exciting and slutty," I replied shamelessly.
"You like to please, am I right?" she asked casually.
I nodded.
She brought me a pair of very elegant long finely crafted black leather dress gloves, so long they reached to my biceps. I tried them on and they looked and felt great. I had never thought of gloves as being especially erotic, but somehow they added an unmistaken allure.
Then without saying a word she unbuttoned the front of my blouse while standing behind me and unclasped my bra and removed them both. She also slid my panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Except for my collar and gloves I was totally nude and beginning to experience the warmth in my gut that led to trouble.
"My name is Marge," she whispered, as she slipped a lovely black lace camisole onto me and fastened it from behind. My breasts were clearly visible through it.
She cupped them and began to massage them and I involuntarily bent my head backwards for her kisses along my neck.
"You don't need anything fancy, Kristina," she murmured. She clasped my gloved hands and brought their wrists together and pushed me to my knees. Then she moved in front of me in all her tall mature elegance and I just did what came naturally.
I kissed her foot and cradled her leg and stroked her strong thighs and she spread her legs for me. I clutched and pulled at her panties with my teeth, creating a small tear that allowed me to rip the crotch apart. Then I buried my tongue and mouth and face into her strongly aromatic cunt and had her cumming within minutes.
"Oooooooh," she exhaled, "you're a sluttly little angel tongue...I needed that so badly."
She turned around and bent over for me and I licked every last bit of cum from her thighs, her beautiful cunt, and I spread her buttocks to gain access to her netherbud which I moistened and prodded and sucked on. I was growing amazed at my power to please and at my power to be attractive to women by pleasing and I reveled in it.
The phone rang in the storefront....Marge motioned for me to gather my things. I gladly parted with my money for the gloves and camisole which I knew would inflame the girl or Mistress of my choice.
Marge stopped me at the door and gave me a long lingering deep kiss in full embrace.
"Now get out of here before my niece gets back!" she exhorted.
(to be continued ...