TRAINING THE PROF
This story is based on an English University and reveals the slow but sure enslavement of an English academic by one of his students.
Part 2
Stripped naked, Lights off except the one in the hall, front-door on the catch, Julian waited, blindfolded for the arrival of his mystery dom, every sense heightened by his strange predicament. There he was a University lecturer waiting for an unknown student to enter and use him. Scared? Very! And yet he felt sexcited too. Was this what he was for? And did he have any choice, anyway? If that pic got out ... There was really nothing he could do but obey.
A click and Julian senses the door opening. It closes quietly but the catch is not dropped. Someone comes close. He can smell man scent, so it is a male student thought Julian, with relief. The intruder takes his arms and moves them gently behind him, and with a click his wrists are encased in steel handcuffs.
Again gently the intruder raises the man from his knees and leads him into the sitting-room. He speaks and at once Julian recognises slave robin's voice. So the dom is still to arrive. First he has to kneel once more, more difficult with his hands cuffed and he is left there whilst slave robin goes out to report. But to whom?
A minute later the sitting-room door opens and a waft of scent fills Julian's nostrils. A hand small and soft strokes his breasts, and then suddenly his right nipple is pinched hard. `Ouch!' But there is nothing he can do and his cry of pain is ignored, his nipple being pinched even harder. And then suddenly something very hard is placed on it. A clamp or peg, he can't tell but it hurts like hell. His other nipple is treated in the same way. And instinctively Julian knows his tormentor enjoys inflicting pain.
He is forced back until he tumbles face-up onto the floor, his arms awkward behind him. He lies passive and still listening as hard as he can. There is a rustle of clothing but he cannot guess what is going on. Is slave robin still there? Who is the student who has pegged his tits?
A bare bottom plonks itself down on his stomach. His legs are pushed open. And then something small and flexible beats the inside of his thighs a dozen times sending ripples of pain through his body. His soft, inner thighs are being whipped. Pain but also pleasure; his cock is rampant, betraying his true condition, but not for long. Sharp nails scrape it, right on the cock-head and he shrivels with the treatment.
The intruder rises but only to put a cushion under his head before squatting on him once more, this time facing the other way. And he can smell it, smell the musky scent of cunt. Slave robin's owner is a woman! Julian's tormentor is a woman! And he feels every ounce of resistance drain from his body; any attempt to control or manipulate evaporates. His senses real. His mind is in a turmoil. He has never served a woman before. He is gay, gay! And yet the cunt scents permeate his very soul. He is being used by one of his female students, that crowd of the unknown, the students he barely notices normally.
As she moves forward over his recumbent body one the pegs comes off sending a flood of blood into his whitened nipple and a wave of pain to his brain. And then before he knows what is happening a hairy wet cunt is clamped securely over his nose and mouth. He is drowning in cunt. She rises to give him a moment's breath before ramming her dripping cunt over his face, smearing him, like a cat marking her territory. She does it again and again until his face is covered in cunt-juice. Still no word has been spoken.
She rises off him and claps her hands twice. Julian hears the door to the sitting-room open. He senses it is slave robin who helps him to his feet and undoes the cuffs before moving his hands to his front and recuffing him.
He is led across to the settee and the lad bends him forward resting his cuffed hands on the seat, his legs out straight, his bum stuck out and up behind him. Instinctively Julian knows he is to be beaten. Behind him he can hear a whispered conversation then slave robin speaks.
`Mistress is going to beat you. You are to respond after each blow. You are to say "thank you Mistress for beating my sissy bum". Is that clear?'
`Yes.'
The first blow shocks by its violence. A leather belt, doubled up has been thrashed across his bared bum, leaving a red path of pain. He hisses out the required mantra, but not loud enough and slave Robin informs him he must repeat it. He does. A hand strokes his bottom and the second blow is struck. Julian cries out in pain but this time calls his mantra out loud. How many is it to be? Six? A dozen? More? He was to find out soon enough. In the next ten minutes he received ten more strokes of the belt, each applied with force, and after each he repeated the mantra: "Thank you Mistress for beating my sissy bum."
At the end Robin returned and raised him from his posture of pain. He was turned round, arse throbbing, before being made to kneel upright before Her. He knew it was Her because he could smell Her muskiness. Instinctively his hands found his rising cock. It was a mistake. He was slapped hard across the face.
`Leave it alone, you cock-sucker!' she hissed.
He hung his head in submission. A finger, dripping in cunt-juice was held to his lips. He opened his mouth to receive Her libation of contempt. How could he a grown man submit to one of his own students? How could he have allowed himself to be blindfolded and cuffed in his own home? How could he have become so debased? How could he have fallen into the hands of a female student?
Around him he heard movement. He strained to hear, to discover what was next. Then he heard the front door close. Now he really panicked. Surely he was not to be left cuffed?
He yanked the blindfold off, blinking in the light, to discover he was not alone. She had left her slave robin.
`You should not have done that. You should have waited for me to release you. Mistress will be most displeased I am afraid.
Please don't tell Her' he pleaded. I will do whatever you want if you don't.'
`Would you suck my cock?'
`Yes.'
`Let me fuck you?'
`If you really want to, yes.'
`I wish I could, Dr Harte, but as you can see Mistress had foreseen this situation and has put me in a chastity belt.' And with that he dropped his slacks
Julian looked at the lad in fascination. He was bare, of course. But his cock and balls were encased in a tight metal frame held in place by a metal belt and all secured by a small padlock.
My God' Julian exclaimed. That is amazing! She is amazing! You really are Her slave aren't you robin.'
Yes I am. And so will you be soon.' He lent forward and undid Julian's cuffs. Now I must go before She gets cross.' He lent forward and kissed Julian gently on the lips, then left.
He rose and went to the bathroom. In the mirror he inspected his red arse and the streaks of a small whip in his inner thighs and his cock rose. A few pulls and he exploded into release, a used sub-male.
Little did he know this was but the beginning.