A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 8 (conclusion)
By
Caterina Duvay
(catclitduvay@yahoo.com)
(Disclaimer: not intended for minors! Feedback always welcome, especially from sexy gurls)
Friday morning arrived and I thought of sweet Julia and began to have second thoughts. What if I just failed to show up? What if, instead, I called Julia and surprised her and spread her lean legs for my mouth alone tonight and throughout the weekend? Hmmmm...
As I showered and was reminded of my collar images of giving myself up to fierce Monica and a commanding Sandra assailed me and I grew weak in the knees. Just this once, I said to myself, just this second taste...
My body became electric. The hours before the rendezvous were few. I wished to make myself as erotically alluring as possible so I sped off to a shoe store and purchased a new pair of elegant and very high heels. Then to a hip urban fashion shop where I found a pair of leather pants -- so tight they were like leggings, smooth and supple to the touch, sleekly sexy I thought.
I tried on my outfit at home: leather gloves, camisole, sheer silk thong, leggings and heels. With my collar I looked like a delectably provocative bitch, a femme waiting to be plucked and fucked by the right women... Would 2 suffice, I mused? I began almost desperately to yearn for an `ultimate' experience, an experience of submissive pleasing so complete that every fiber of my taut body would gloriously revel in servitude.
The night was warm. I left the safety of my home with breathless anticipation and looking, to the casual observer, like an unusually happy whore.
I arrived at Monica's just before 7. Sandra ushered me into the large and tastefully decorated apartment. Monica's previous life was unknown to me, but I understood that she'd been married for a while and had pursued business before returning to academia. I had the sense that either her ex or a trust fund kept her in material goods: she wanted for nothing, was always expensively and fashionably dressed. She looked stunning: her red hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders. Both she and Sandra wore large men's oxford shirts which seemed to cover a sort of body stocking. Naturally they too had stiletto heels...which I imagined myself fawning over, kissing, licking, like their obedient cunt-student..
The three of us sat to share some wine. Sandra's long dark hair was coiled in a well-crafted braid that hung nearly to her waist. After a few minutes of idle chat Monica addressed me seriously:
"Kristina, I want to lay down a few ground rules."
I gulped, barely containing a shiver of erotic apprehension.
"First, whatever happens between us stays between us, OK?" I nodded. Of course.
"Second, you have a choice." She paused. "You can stop now, having enjoyed a nice glass of wine with your so-called students, or...or you can go on." She stared at me with a tinge of menace. "Once we enter that room," she added mysteriously, gesturing towards what must have been her bedroom, "you will have no choice whatsoever but to do as we say when we say it."
My scalp started to burn and tingle.
"Do you accept these terms?" she inquired, adding, "Don't worry: no blood, no marks that won't disappear after a day..."
Sandra rose and sat next to me, stroking my cheek. She kissed me and I shuddered. Her kiss gave me the strength to go on.
"Yes, I accept."
"Yes, what?" asked Monica severely.
"Yes, Mistress," I whispered, gripped by fear.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," said Monica.
"Yes, Mistress," I repeated, louder.
"Very good!" she said. "Now, let's open those packages."
There were two. One was a large box, the other a cylinder. I opened the cylinder first: a leather crop which ended in a single thin but stiff knotted lash about 6 inches long. In the large box was a smaller box, and inside that yet another, and finally amid all the tissue wrapping I discovered a jar of Mineral Ice -- a "cool, greaseless pain reliever that penetrates deep..."
Sandra snapped a leash onto my collar and directed me to my fours before I knew it.
"Look at her, Monica, isn't she the gorgeous slut, with her lovely gloves and pants and see-through thong... Good enough to eat and much much more."
Monica smiled. She removed her oxford to reveal a finely woven stocking that covered her entire beautiful body except for her breasts and shaven cunt. Sandra also doffed her shirt to show that she was dressed -- if `dressed' is the word -- the same. My god, were they sexy!
Monica placed her heeled foot on the small of my back and took hold of the crop. She lightly tapped my buttocks with the switch and a shiver of intense pleasure shot through me moistening my pussy.
"Remember, Kristina, you have a choice...Would you like to enter my bedroom?"
I nodded. The switch came down slicing the air into my thigh's sensitive flesh and I twitched.
"Yes, Mistress," I corrected. Sandra tugged and I followed her into their lair, crawling behind.
The bedroom was quite large and reassuringly normal-looking. I had feared something out of a bad lesbian bondage video -- you know, special contraptions, crosses, bars, chains dangling from the ceiling, a cage or two... Instead there was just a very big bed, a bureau, a walk-in closet, two chairs and a countertop on the side near the adjacent small bathroom. The door to the bathroom was mirrored and I could see my reflection in it as I rested in my supplicant's position. I looked very desirable, very hot, if I can say so myself, very sleekly sexy, waiting for my commands. I wondered how far they would push, how far I could let myself go.
Sandra lifted me to my feet by my hair and ordered me hold my hands high above my head. She cuffed them. Monica meanwhile was flicking her special crop, signaling for me to spread my legs far apart, occasionally snapping it against my flanks, my ass and my breasts, lightly, just enough to excite. My nipples were very hard and they protruded suggestively as I held up my arms.
Sandra retrieved the jar of Mineral Ice and, taking a dollop, raised my camisole and coated both nipples and aureoles with it. It gave a pleasantly cool sensation but before long began simultaneously to burn. It was stronger than I thought but it felt very erotic.
Then Sandra took two wooden clothespins and clamped them on my nipples over the camisole. Oh, but this hurt... what with the burning of the liniment and the clamping of the pincers. On top of this my arms began to grow tired and sagged a little.
"Keep those arms up, bitch!" hissed Monica as she lashed my right breast.
"Oww," I yelped. The effect of the Ice was becoming more intense as my nipples sang with fire.
Sandra knelt down in front of me. She peeled off my leather pants and bunched them at my ankles, where they acted as a sort of restraint. Then she gently kissed my gleaming pussy through my thong, then pulled my thong away. She applied the Mineral Ice to my outer lips and I caught my breath as the warmth penetrated...but she continued, smearing it onto my inner lips, then coating my clitoris. It seemed to soothe at first, and then...then I simply couldn't believe what was happening. My entire cunt was on fire. I exhaled forcibly, my knees buckled, I twisted, tried to rub my thighs together but this made it worse... Tears welled in my eyes and I began to plead for them to take it off, to stop it.
Instead Monica lashed my buttocks with the crop and Sandra pulled my arms back up over my head. Oh lord it was too much for me! I panted and purred and begged them to wash it off and then to let me go, to please let me go...
"Sorry," answered Monica coolly, " you've already chosen." She lashed my ass and I toppled forward, crying, filled with anger and even terror now, fearing my tormentors as I hadn't before.
"Let me explain something, bitch," said Sandra as she held my cuffed hands to prevent me from touching myself, "a dedicated slut will give even when she gets no pleasure in return. You've got about 20 more minutes of agony, so if you want to use your mouth, then use it on your Mistresses."
"Fuck you!" I cried. She slapped me. Again. I was bursting with pain and the need to release myself somehow, so I complied: it was futile to try to resist. She uncuffed my hands and recuffed them behind my back as I knelt in front of her, and she lowered my head to her pussy. Monica was behind me and used her knees to keep my legs apart.
I licked and sucked Sandra's cunt, screaming and moaning and dribbling into it until she came. They switched places and I did the same for Monica, only Monica added a volley of lashes on my back and my ass as I frenetically ate her out. She pressed my face against her as she came and it was then that I became conscious that the burning of my clit and cunt was subsiding. My tears now were tears of relief and as Monica lifted her ass to my lips I felt sexual arousal surging within me again overcoming the indescribable sting of the liniment. Now in gratitude I began to flick my tongue against her anus, now I could once again appreciate her sultry domineering sensuality and yearn to be her plaything. Sandra was absolutely correct: only now, that I had given to my Mistresses while unable to experience my own simultaneous thrill of sensual please, only now was I truly a slut, truly a servant to my Mistresses' desires, and thus in the long run all the more complete.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sandra walk over to the bureau and return with a strap on. She made me take it into my mouth to lubricate it: the attached dildo was about 8 inches long, concentrically ribbed and transparent -- and thick.
As my tongue curled its way into Monica's sweet netherbud, Sandra slid her cock into my ass in one stroke. I cried out as the ribs pushed and stretched my sphincter each time she moved it in or out: it was delicious, depraved and difficult. Monica was holding her legs up and backwards showing her lean firmness and giving me full access to her treasures. The clamps on my nipples were pinching and exciting me still, and Monica's urgings to Sandra made me feel all the more wicked and helpless.
"Fuck her, Sandy, fuck our lovely gorgeous professor...fuck her good and hard, Sandy, fuck her ass, fuck our pretty bitch!"
And as Sandra fucked me Monica brought the lash of her crop down against my ass cheeks, timing each blow to coincide with a thrust. I came in a rush, my mouth all over Monica's ass and cunt, shaking and quivering as I was lashed and ass-fucked, as my cunt still glowed from its `salve' and as I thought of how low I had let myself go in service to my own depravity.
I stayed the evening. My pussy and clit were too sensitive to be touched or tasted, but I touched and tasted and pleasured Sandra and Monica yet again. When I took my leave the next morning, they presented me with a gift. It was another collar, identical to my own, with a tiny lock and key.
"For your new slut," advised Monica, "Use it wisely.".
I thought of Julia and smiled.
Sandra added: "Oh, and about next Friday ... Bring your friend."
The End
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