BDSM The Bondage Professor

She reached inside her drawer for the sex toy. Then she removed her bottom clothing completely. She laid down on the bed with her legs spread and began to caress her pussy with her fingers. When she was aroused enough, and wet enough, she inserted the sex toy inside.

The toy moved in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were closed. She imaged lewd thoughts of the female character in the book being orally fucked while being tied to her desk. She tried to keep her masturbation quiet so Ashley wouldn't hear. Her mind stayed busy, and so did her fingers which guided the sex toy.

Before long, her toes curled and her back slightly arched. She clenched her mouth shut so she wouldn't make any loud moaning noises. She came. Then her body relaxed and she laid in bed with a blissful feeling. It was a dirty fantasy. If only I had discovered this sooner...

The next day. It was 7 am in the morning. Sabrina followed the instructions the professor had emailed her. She wore a nice buttoned top with an office skirt. Instead of meeting in his office, they met outside of an empty classroom, which he opened with his key. He was carrying a paper shopping bag. After they entered the classroom, he locked the door.

"Have a seat," he said, turning on the lights.

"I'm a little nervous today," Sabrina said almost playfully as she walked around the empty room.

"Why?"

"Everything we've been doing. This classroom."

"Don't be nervous," he replied. "You don't need to be."

"I hope not."

Sabrina sat down in the front row of the large classroom.

"Nice choice," he smiled. "Good girls always sit in the front row. I like good girls."

"Have you done this before?"

"Done what?"

"This," she replied. "Have you made other female students do sexual things for you in exchange for your recommendation letter, or a good grade?"

"I have a prestigious academic career, Sabrina. I wouldn't risk my reputation by soliciting favors from random students."

"Then why do this with me?"

"Because you're special," he said bluntly. "You've intrigued me since the first time I saw you. You've continued to intrigue me every time you speak in class, and whenever I read your work. You're a special person. And you're the most beautiful student I've ever had."

"Flattering words, but how do you know I won't file a complaint against you for sexual harassment? I've done it before to other men."

"You won't. You're far too determined to end this now. I have something that you desperately want. So, shall we get started now? The sooner we begin, the sooner we finish."

She slowly nodded. "Fine."

"Did you read the story last night?"

"I did."

"What did you think about it?"

She thought for a moment. "I thought it was arousing. I've never been into that sort of thing before. I've always felt that sex should be mutual between men & women. Everything should be equal. And obviously my political leanings are on the feminist side. But it was very exciting to read. I enjoyed it."

"I'm assuming you masturbated with the dildo again."

"I did."

"What did you think about specifically?" he asked.

"The female character being tied to her desk. Being used. That sort of thing. That was the most erotic part of the story."

The professor made a gesture to his brown bag. "I figured you would enjoy that scene. Luckily I came prepared. And fortunately we're in an empty classroom with a large desk. Care to experiment with something new?"

"I...I don't think we..."

"The door is locked Sabrina. No one will ever know. I'll never tell. I have far too much to lose. I'm retiring at the end of the year and you'll never have to see me again. I can also help you with scholarships and other ways to make your education more affordable. We can help each other."

She struggled emotionally for a moment. "I don't know. I'm not that kind of person."

"I'll do all the work. You don't have to do anything. I'm not going to penetrate you either, orally or vaginally. I just want to explore."

"And if I want to stop?" she asked.

"Then we'll stop."

"Fine."

"Come to the front of the class. Lay your stomach down on the professor's table."

Sabrina stood up and walked towards the front table. She tried her best to put up a brave face. It was a line she never thought she would cross with a man, but she was doing it. She was prepared to let her body be used by the much older professor, all for the sake of advancing her education. No one would ever know.

She laid her stomach and chest onto the table, with her face towards the empty classroom. She closed her eyes, almost in a state of shame. She heard the professor walking behind her. Then she felt his hands gently slid up her office skirt.

"Relax," he said. "I'll be gentle with you. You are safe with me."

The professor gently pulled her panties down, and she lifted each foot so the panties could be removed. She felt vulnerable and exposed with her dress lifted with no panties on.

She heard the crumpling sound of the paper bag being opened. She continued clenching her eyes shut. She was too afraid to look. Then she felt her ankles being tied with a soft rope. She didn't resist, and she didn't object. It happened so fast. Before she knew it, her ankles were tied to the bottom of the table.

The professor moved around the table and repeated the process with her wrists. In an equally swift process, Sabrina's wrists were tied to the bottom of the table. She was completely tied & bound.

"Please relax," he said. "Things will be easier that way."

The professor softly spanked Sabrina's bare bottom. It was a shock and surprise to her. It caused her eyes to widen completely. Even as a child she had never been spanked. It was a new sensation. Before she could emotionally process the situation, another spank came. Then another. The soft spanks were slowly becoming harder. The spanks began to echo in the large college classroom.

"How do you feel?" he asked in a fatherly manner. "Are you able to handle this?"

"It stings a little bit."

"It'll be over soon. The sooner you cum, the sooner we'll be finished."

Her eyes remained wide. The sooner I cum? He was intending to make her orgasm, and she didn't resist. She didn't fight back. She didn't tell him to fuck off. Her feminist values were eroding, and deep down, she liked it.

She heard the sound of the professor reaching inside of his brown bag again. She was nervous and she didn't know what to expect. When he tossed the bag away, she found out what he was reaching for. There was another slap to her exposed ass. It wasn't his hand. It was a small rubber paddle.

The paddle hurt worse than his bare hand. There was a stinging feeling to it. He continued whacking her bare bottom. It began to hurt badly. Her bottom turned a bright shade of red. She bit her lower lip and tried not to cry like a little girl. She didn't want to appear weak to her dominant and strong professor. The pain grew. The professor continued striking harder and faster.

She wanted to cry.

Suddenly, he stopped. She heard him place the paddle onto the table, and then he got down on his knees to softly caress her burning ass. He rubbed it in a soothing way. He gave it soft kisses. Then he reached below and played with her swollen clitoris.

"Oh..." she moaned.

She was able to avoid making noises during the spankings, but not for the direct stimulation to her engorged clitoris.

The professor rubbed her clitoris in a fast circular motion with two fingers. With his other hand, he continued caressing the sore bottom. He continued softly kissing her bottom as if he was worshiping it. He even gave it a few licks.

"I think I'm going to cum," she admitted shamefully.

"Cum for me, dear. Be my little sex kitten and have a wonderful orgasm."

He pressed his face against her sore bottom and continued to furiously rub her clitoris.

Sabrina's eyes rolled back. Her mouth was wide open. Her body tensed. The muscles in her back & legs contracted, but there was no way she could move since her limbs were tied to the desk. Soft groans escaped her mouth. Soon, a small river of clear fluids gushed from her hot pussy.

The professor didn't stop his finger motions until everything was out. Then he gave her bottom another kiss. The professor stood up and gave Sabrina a kiss on the side of her face. He kissed her hair a few times too.

When the professor untied Sabrina, she sat on the floor in a fetal position. Her body felt like jelly. Her strength was gone. The professor sat down on the floor next to her.

"You were wonderful," he said. "Truly wonderful."

"Is that what you wanted?" she replied with a deep breath.

"It was more than what I wanted. You are truly amazing."

"Does this mean we're done?" she asked, unsure of whether she wanted it to end or not.

"No. We're not even close to being done. As of right now, you've earned an A+ in my class. But you haven't earned my connections yet. If you do, I'll try my absolute hardest to get you into the law school of your choice. And I'll help get you scholarships to pay for everything."

"What do I have to do?"

"Now, I want you to continue studying for your other exams. You're an A student. You should act like it."

"And after?" she asked. "What happens after exams are done."

"Do you plan on going anywhere? Do you live nearby at your family home? Or do you stay in a dorm?"

"I share an apartment with my roommate. We'll both be going home after finals week. We have flights scheduled. Why?"

The professor rubbed his hand through her hair. "Cancel your flight. Reschedule it a few days later."

"But my family? They're expecting me home soon."

"I'll only need a few days. Tell them you're finishing up a major project for school. They'll understand."

"What are we going to do?" she asked.

"When your roommate leaves, I want to visit your apartment. I want to see how you live. I want to take my time with you. I want us to be alone together. I'm curious about you on a personal level. As I've mentioned before, I'm very interested in you. You fascinate me."

"What about...sexually...What are your plans for me?"

He smiled, "We'll figure it out."

"You're not going to fuck me. That's where I draw the line."

"What can you do for me then?"

She thought for a moment. "You can spank me again."

"Will you suck my cock?"

She hesitantly nodded. "Okay. But that's it."

"We better get going. Don't forget your panties. They're on the table. And don't forget about our plans. I promise that everything will be worth it."

With that said, the professor stood up and put the ropes and paddle back inside of the brown bag. Then he walked away, leaving her alone in the room. Sabrina continued sitting in the fetal position as she collected her thoughts. The orgasmic feeling was still flowing through her body. She couldn't tell if she loved the bondage experience, or if she hated it. The small puddle of fluids she left behind gave her the answer.

More Than We Agreed

A week later. Sabrina looked through the window of her apartment to see the view. She was alone, and Ashley had already left after finishing all of her exams. Sabrina should have left too. She should have been home with her family. Instead, she was waiting for the professor. She had already given him the address. She waited in a meditative state for him to come.

She wore a nice blue dress. It was classy & casual. She was barefoot with nothing underneath the dress. Everything she had done with the professor was against her nature. It was against the strong values she had been raised with. And it was against the values she wanted to uphold as a future lawyer. But the professor had given her the best orgasm of her life. She thought about the orgasm everyday. She masturbated thinking about the professor every night. She wondered what he had planned.

The door bell rang and she let the professor in the building. She opened the door and waited for him.

When he made his way to the floor of her apartment, she smiled at him. He was dressed in a semi-casual attire and he was carrying a brown paper bag. They greeted each other and he entered her apartment with confidence, as if he was the owner. Sabrina closed the door and he looked around the living room after taking off his shoes.

"Beautiful place," he said, continuing to survey the room.

"Thank you. I've been living here for nearly 4 years with my roommate. We made the best of it."

"Have you told your roommate about any of this?"

"No. God no. I haven't told anyone. I never will."

"It should stay that way," he nodded. "You look lovely in that dress. You're like a gift waiting to be opened."

"Thank you," she replied nervously. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"I'm fine. Do you mind if we sit down and talk?"

"Of course."

They both sat down on the living room couch.

"I have a gift for you," he said.

He reached inside of the brown bag and handed Sabrina an envelope. She opened it and saw a typed letter on a paper which had the official markings & headings of the university. She quickly skimmed the page. It was a glowing recommendation letter from the professor, which stated that Sabrina was without a doubt the most intelligent student he had ever met. It also gave glowing praise of her moral character and work ethic. There was even a long statement on Sabrina's passion for women's rights.

"I...I'm speechless," she managed to say. "This is so wonderful. It's better than anything I could have written myself."

"You probably won't be needing that letter. I've already spoken with an old friend who works at a top tier law school. Your application will be getting a special screening."

"Which school?"

"Top tier. You'll be very pleased. I've also spoken with people regarding potential scholarships. Everything is being arranged."

She put her hands on her chest. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. I mean, wow. This is more than I ever could have hoped for. This is really going to change my life."

"I've never done this much for a student. I'm only doing this for you."

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he said sternly. "If you want to express your gratitude, then remove your dress."

It was a sobering moment. Her moment of carefree excitement was met with the reality that there were conditions to be fulfilled. She took a deep breath and stood up. Their eyes were locked to each other. Her fingers pinched the bottom of her blue dress. Then she lifted the dress overhead to reveal her thin legs, her shaved pussy, and her small perky breasts with its pink nipples.

She stood naked before him, trying her best to keep a brave face. She tried not to show any signs of nervousness or arousal. But her slightly trembling fingers revealed her nervousness. And her hardening pink nipples became completely stiff, showing her arousal.

"Perfect," he said, with his eyes roaming her nudity from head to toe. "You are a vision of perfection."

"Thank you."

"I'm sure you're wondering what's in the bag. You look nervous. Don't worry, I'm not a sadist. I'm just a normal man with a common fantasy."

His eyes continued roaming every inch of her body, taking in her beauty.

"What fantasy is that?" she asked with a genuine curiosity.

He stood up and put his hand inside the bag. He thought for a moment to give a definitive answer to Sabrina's question.

"I love smart, independent women. Someone like you. I came across bondage literature years ago and I was strangely attracted to it. I felt so guilty about it, because I've always been a strong supporter of women's rights, just like you. But it's just a sexual fantasy right? No one gets hurts. Everyone gets pleasure. Do you agree?"

"Yes."

"It's a common fantasy. There's no shame in enjoying it. There shouldn't be."

The professor took out a black collar from the bag. It looked erotic, yet intimidating. It was specifically made for sexual purposes.

"What is that?" she asked.

"It's a collar for your neck. I think it'll look nice on you. It says 'slut' on it. It's a fun name for our time together."

"Have you done this with other women?"

"No. I've never had the courage. If only I was braver."

"You have me now."

He smiled. "You're right. I do. Now relax while I put the collar on."

The professor put the bag on the couch and brushed Sabrina's hair back. He wrapped the collar around her neck and began to tighten it. He was mindful not to make it too tight. He didn't want to chock or suffocate her. He just wanted to make her a bit uncomfortable, which it did. When he stepped back, Sabrina was naked except for the neck collar with the word SLUT labeled across the front of her throat.

"Look at yourself in the mirror," he said.

Sabrina walked to the living room mirror, which was right next to the front door. She looked at her naked body. She looked at the collar around her neck which labeled her a slut. It was against all of the principles she had stood for. She felt ashamed of herself. But she felt so aroused. No one can ever know about this. Ever

"What do you think?" he asked, standing behind her with rope in his hands.

"It's a provocative sight."

"It is. Now press your hands together. I'm going to tie you."

Sabrina pressed her hands together, and the professor tied her wrists with a soft black rope while he was still standing behind her. It didn't take long. Within moments, her hands were bound together.

"What now?" she asked.

He casually walked backwards while looking at her. He stood in the center of the living room and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Now I want you to suck my cock. I'm sure you're good at it. I want you to be an obedient sex kitten and show me how good you can suck."

Sabrina walked towards him with her hands bound together. He was much taller than her. After a moment of brief eye contact, she dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle and unzip his pants with her tied hands. She pulled his pants down to his ankles to reveal a semi-erect penis. She looked at it for a moment. It was slightly larger than her last boyfriend's. She held it in her hand and briefly caressed it before pausing to think. She hesitated.

"I want you to know that I don't normally do this," she said after some reflection. "I've only done this sort of thing in relationships. I've always been against women using their bodies or sexuality to get what they want."

"Which is exactly why I want my cock in your mouth."

The comment slightly offended her. But it still sent a tingle between her legs. She leaned forward to suck his cock. She had always loved sucking cock for her past boyfriends. It was something she had grown to enjoy since the first time she had ever done it. It had become an expertise of hers. There were never complaints. She had always received rave reviews for her oral sex skills.

With her lips wrapped around the cock, she bobbed her head as she sucked. Her tied wrists limited her hand movement. Her tongue swirled around the head & shaft. She looked up at the tall professor standing above her as she continued to suck. They made eye contact, which was somewhat arousing and partially humiliating. She looked away when she began to take his cock deeper inside of her mouth. Then she sucked each of his balls.

"You're great at this," he groaned. "I knew you would be. You have the lips for it."

"Thank you," she whispered, after briefly taking it out of her mouth.

She returned to work, hoping to make him cum as fast as possible. The more effort she put into sucking his cock, the more aroused she had become in the process. She didn't need to touch her pussy to realize that she was soaking wet between the legs.

"That's enough for now," he said. "I want you bent over the dining table. On your stomach. We're going to have sex in a moment."

She gave him a dumbfounded look. "Our deal was for a blowjob. That's it."

"Deals can always be improved."

"Please. I only agreed to give you a blowjob."

"Touch yourself between the legs. Your body knows what it wants. If you're dry, then I'll walk out, and I'll give you everything you want. If you're wet, then we still have work to do."

The professor was persistent. Sabrina knew it was a pointless argument. Her heart wanted it. Her pussy wanted it. There was no point in fighting. Whatever he's going to do, it's going to feel good. He's going to make me cum again. So why fight it?

She stood up and walked to the dining table, which was only a few feet away. She bent over, placing her hands, face, breasts, and stomach onto the table. The table which she had shared countless meals with her best friend had suddenly become a place for sexual gratification.

She wondered what he would do next, but she had no idea. She didn't know what to expect. She heard the sounds of the bag ruffling as the professor searched through it.

The professor tied her bound hands to the legs of the table using more black rope. Sabrina's wrists were completely restricted and there was no way she could move her arms. The professor also tied each of her ankles to the bottom of the table. Sabrina's legs were spread apart, and her pussy & anus were wide open.

"Do you know what a flog is?" he asked.

"Yes," she nervously replied.

"I'm going to use it on you. Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. It may sting a little. Let me know if it's too much."

Sabrina clenched the rope tightly as the flog tapped her ass cheeks. The second swing was more forceful. She remembered the feeling of the last spanking all too well. It was a feeling she would never forget. But the flog was much more potent than the paddle. Each end of the flog sent a tingling sensation through her pussy and spine. Each end of the flog stimulated her sexually.

The flogging moved to her upper back. The snapping sounds were loud next to her ear. It stung. She began to groan each time she was hit. The pain grew sharper and sharper. But so did the pleasure. It became a potent & perfect combination. He flogged her hard across the back, and her pussy became wetter. She moaned loudly with each strike.

When her back was turning red, he turned the attention of his flog lower, striking the back of her thighs. The area was so sensitive that it made her scream. Sabrina clenched onto the rope tighter in hopes of alleviating the pain.

The flogging moved to each of Sabrina's ass cheeks. It was the spot which gave her the most pleasure. Each end of the flog struck her forcefully and made her hornier.

The flogging stopped for a merciful moment, and the professor inserted two of his fingers inside of her pussy.

"My god," he said. "You're like a faucet. You poor thing."

"I...I need to cum."

He smiled, "In a few moments, my dear. We need to finish our foreplay first."

The professor returned to his striking position, and he gently struck Sabrina right between the ass cheeks. She cried when the ends of the flog directly hit the ultra sensitive skin of her pussy & anus. He let her adjust to the pain for a moment before sending another strike her way. He continued flogging her pussy and asshole.

He put the flog down and used his open hand to slap her sensitive sexual area. The slap was soft at first. But then he increased the strength for each slap. He even made sure to slap her swollen clitoris, which made her squeal like a virgin. His hand became dripping wet with Sabrina's pussy fluids after each slap.

"I think you're ready. Do you want to cum now?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"You've been a good girl. So it's only fair that I oblige."

He reached in the bag again. Sabrina couldn't see what the professor was reaching for. All she heard was the bag ruffling. Then she felt his fingers spread her labia as he inserted an object. It was a sex toy. Smooth and perfectly shaped. It easily slid inside of her pussy because of its small size, which somewhat disappointed her. She needed something bigger.

The sex object was then removed from her pussy, which disappointed her again.

When the object was pressed against the outer ring of her anus, she realized what was happening. The professor only inserted the object in her pussy for lubrication. The sex object was meant for her ass.

She braced herself as the small sex toy was slowly being pushed inside of her anus. It penetrated the tight ring and went in her rectum. The professor took his time and did things slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She enjoyed the sensations of feeling herself being stretched. Soon, she forgot about the pain she felt from the flogging. The slight pain from the sex toy in her ass was much more potent and arousing.

Once the small sex toy was inside of her ass, the professor left it there as a plug.

Then the sound of a package being opened echoed in the quiet room.

"What are you doing?" Sabrina asked with her face still down.

"I'm putting on a condom. I'm going to fuck your pussy because you're a slut."

Those words sent a tingle down her spine, and an excitement in her pussy. Even though her ankles were tied, she tried her best to spread her legs further. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be used like a piece of meat. She knew the professor wouldn't let her down.

He grabbed her strongly by the hips and pressed his hard cock against her labia. He gently pushed and entered. It was an easy entry since she was spread apart and deeply aroused. Sabrina's pussy was a soaking hot mess. The professor savored the feeling of the college girl's pussy. Then he pushed all the way in, making Sabrina press her face on the table and gasp.

The professor placed both of his hands on Sabrina's shoulders, pulling her upwards. He slowly gyrated his hips, fucking her. Sabrina moaned every time the cock was shoved inside her body. Her bound hands clenched tightly as they tugged on the rope. Her delicate pussy was taking a real pounding and her moans became louder.

He caressed her hair with one hand, making sure that her hair was behind her back. Then he reached down with the same hand to fondle her small tits, pinching her swollen pink nipple.

"Are you my slut?" he asked with a depraved voice.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm your slut," she groaned. "Your dirty slut."

He continued fucking her even harder. He continued clenching her shoulder with one hand, and folding her tit with his other hand.

"You're not a feminist with me, are you?"

"No."

"What are you?" he asked.

"I'm your slut," she groaned. "I need to be treated like this."

He pounded her even harder. Their hot sex made loud slapping noises from his crotch smacking her soft ass every time he gave a thrust. Her groans became erratic breathing noises as she began to lose control of her body's senses. She let go. She gave her body completely to the professor. Everything was his.

He used both hands to fondle her tits and to pinch her nipples hard, which made her gasp in pain. He pinched them harder, making her gasp some more.

"I...I need to cum..." she said faintly.

"Say it louder!"

"I need to cum! Please!'

He knew exactly what to do. The professor moved his hands down. One to hold her hip. The other to reach down to fondle her clitoris. Sabrina cried the moment he rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion. At that moment, Sabrina was being stimulated by her pussy being fucked, the sex toy in her asshole, and the finger playing with her clitoris.

She cried out loud, not caring if the neighbors could hear. They probably did. Whoever was listening was probably aroused. She didn't care.

Sabrina cried and her toes curled. Her arms & legs pulled against the rope with all of her strength, but to no avail. Her lower back tried to arch, but the bondage was just too tight. Her face twisted with pleasure. Her eyes widened. She came. Powerfully. Fluids were everywhere. Her small pussy had become a sexual faucet.

The professor neared his orgasm. Even as Sabrina's body had become limp & lifeless, he continued ravishing her spent pussy until he was satisfied. He shot massive loads of cum inside the condom he wore. He grunted, then his thrusts came to a halt before he leaned down on Sabrina's back to rest.

Both of them were a sweaty mess by the time the sex was over.

He continuously kissed the hair on the back of her head.

"You are a goddess," he groaned, out of breath. "A true goddess. I can retire a happy man."

Sabrina was still lifeless, but breathing heavily.

"Untie me," she softly managed to speak with a faint breath.

The professor pulled his flaccid condom covered cock out of her pussy and began to untie her. When she was free, Sabrina laid down on the floor, on top of her own vaginal fluids. The professor sat down next to her, caressing her soft hair.

"I'm going to give you whatever you want. I'll try my absolute hardest. You are magnificent."

She looked at him. "So are you. I've never...I've never cum like that before."

"We have a few short days together. I intend to make the best of it. For the next few days, you'll be my dirty little sex kitten. Then you can go home to your family and enjoy your break."

She smiled, "I'm already enjoying my break."

With that, Sabrina laid her head on the professor's lap. She pulled the wet condom away. She took the flaccid penis in her mouth and sucked the cum. The professor moaned.
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The End
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