Deviant Education Ch 01

I always wanted my own little sex slave and being a college professor of Gender Studies, I had an ample selection to choose from, both male and female. I decided it was time a few students received more extensive knowledge in the subject in order to understand the subject matter more deeply.

My theory was, this would not be hard to pull off, as I have observed a few students taking notice of my short skirts and long legs. Apparently, I have that dirty librarian look. I heard the mutterings in class as I had my back turned. Guys and girls both. It was, after all Gender Studies, so you tend to get all kinds in this type of class. From the hard core feminists to the guys taking the class just to get ass.

The next day I made sure to wear my most form fitting skirt, black and probably a size too small, but it really accentuated the roundness of my ass. A tight white button down blouse, almost see-through, enough to see the lacy white bra, revealing the hint of my nipples. My long fit legs leading to the highest pair of black heels I owned. My hair given that tussled up-do look and my "dirty librarian" glasses as they had been called.

In class, I would put my plan in motion. We would be beginning Gender Sexuality and it's Effects on Human Development. "A perfect lesson for the day", I thought to myself.

Class went as planned, open discussions about sex and sexuality assisted me in weeding out my target(s). There were a few die hard lesbians spouting their feminist views to a threesome of guys arguing their chauvinistic counterpoints. They were perfect subjects for my experiment. My first lab rat would be one of the feisty boys, Jase Culvers, the loudest of the three. I called on him after I released the rest of the class.

I slipped him a piece of paper with an address written on it, "Be at this address at 9:00pm sharp!"

He looked at me a bit confused, so I leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I've got a little project I need your help with". I grabbed his earlobe with my teeth and gave him a light nip and sucked it as I pulled away from him. He was startled, but compliant and agreed to be on time while adjusting the crotch of his pants, leaving the room .

The clock read 8:59 when headlights pulled up in my drive. The rushed knock at my door affirmed it was my studious little pupil. He walked in haughtily, so confident. "I'll break him of that shit", thinking to myself.

"So...what's this project you needed my help with?"

"Well, Mr. Culvers it will require strong physical endurance, perfect obedience and nudity. Do you have any objections to these rules?"

"Sounds hot, teach!" He always called me "teach". A bit disrespectful I thought.

"Good, Mr. Culvers. Now undress!"

"R-Right here, right now?"

"You did agree, Mr. Culvers."

He kicked off his Budweiser flip flops while he took off his plain white T-shirt. He wore a pair of old faded button-fly Levi's. My favorite. Easy access and they just make a guy's package look so yummy.

I suddenly stopped him. "I wanna do this part". Grabbing the waist of his jeans pulling him closer to me. I couldn't resist ripping them open.

"Mmmm, commando, I like that Mr. Culvers", as I finished pulling his pants down, kneeling as I did. I looked up to see his thick, hard 7" dick staring me in the face. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way as I stood up. I walked around him, observing his chiselled, 20 year old physique, running my nails along his tanned skin.

Grabbing an ass cheek with one hand and a handful of his dark, curly hair in the other, I pull him against my body. I pull his head back, licking his neck as I squeeze his taught cheek. He let out a worried moan, unsure of my plans for him.

I release my grip from him and move behind him. Taking his wrists behind his back, I gently cuff him with a pair of handcuffs I borrowed from one of my cop friends. Poor Jase never realized I had him restrained until I walked back around him, licking his cologne covered skin all the way around to his navel and up to his nipple, which I gave a nip with my teeth.

"What the fuck, Ms. Watson? I don't remember this being part of the deal," raising his hands up from behind him.

"Technically, Mr. Culvers, this falls under all of the rules."

I put my hand around his manhood and lead him to a darkened room down the hall. I position him in the middle of the dimly lit room. He doesn't notice the chains and ankle restraints anchored to the floor until I already have him secured. I slowly pull my panties off in front of him and put them in his mouth and tied a silky scarf around his head to keep him from questioning any more rules.

I slip off the the robe leaving my high heels on, unveiling my nude, athletic body. I took up a flogger and ran it softly over his shoulder to his chest. The beads of sweat built up on his forehead and torso. I can smell his fear. The air thick with his heat made my nipples harden.