Dominant Maggie

I was teaching graduate students in one year long course as an adjunct. It had always been a side job, and until recently I never noticed how hot many of my students were because it was a virtual course. But last year the university decided to mandate a few face to face classes. I was then reminded of how hot these 20-30 years olds were. I'm 42, divorced and secretly very very submissive. But have never been able to find a partner that understood that or even anyone I'd feel comfortable revealing it to. So, when one of my students called me on it, I became happier than I ever knew possible, if only for a semester.

This one students name was Maggie. She was 5'7, blonde and beautiful. She had an amazing body - a great ass and perfect tits, but honestly it was her face that always grabbed my attention. After scoping out her social media pages I could tell that as an older teen she had tried some modeling. I'm not sure how successful it was but she had posted some pictures of herself in a bathing suit and I jerked off to them several times.

I guessed she was 23 when she entered my class-just one year from finishing her masters degree. I never overtly flirted with her but just enough where she could probably see that I was attracted to her. At the beginning of the course, in the fall semester, we started out having a nice, fun rapport. Occasionally in class there would be a few back and forth jabs and a few little smiles - but, like the rest of the class, I tried to create a warm environment, especially because it was a challenging class.

By the end of Fall semester, however, she did not like me and it was obvious in her emails to me and her demeanor in class--virtual and in person. This, I suspected, was because she was barely turning in work. When she did, it was generally ok, but I refuse to not grade her lower for the assignment being late. She was carrying about a C average. Around December she turned in her final paper and wrote me this email to follow it:

"Professor,

I've attached my final paper. I realize it's late but this will not be a factor in my grading. You will grade this as if it had been turned in on time.

I want to meet before the start of next semester to go over a few things. I can't tolerate how you've approached grading my work for another 5 months.

Let me know your availability. I want to meet in person and off campus."

I read this email around 10pm on the final night before grades were due. I had been ready to fail her until she finally sent this email with her final paper, which was very very late. But I had NOT expected this email. For the first 5 minutes I just felt anger. Who did this young student think she was?? I felt completely within my rights to grade in the ways I did, and NO student was going to win if they decided to challenge me.

But then, I read the email again. And again. And again. And I started to get very hard. I have 5 inch penis which is average I suppose, but it's very thin--far below average. I've always been insecure about it since a girlfriend in my early 20s had complained she couldn't feel it.

I started to stroke my pencil dick as a read the email. It was actually very hot. "You will grade this as if I turned it in on time." I mean, this was an order. From a very hot student.

As I jerked off it occurred to me I should write back in a desperate hope for a reply. As I started to type I also thought about how this still had to remain professional. What could I write that showed my submission without seeming like there was any sexual undertone?

So I just wrote back "Yes, Maggie, I understand. I'll do as you suggest. Here are some times that work for me to meet you in early January."

I sent it and waited, still stroking. I was feeling close to cumming when I heard a ding. She wrote simply: "That's good you understand. I worked hard on this paper and will be very surprised if it's anything less than an A+. Let's meet at the pub below on your third date option. I will see you next semester."

And that was it. I exploded within 10 seconds knowing full well I would give her a perfect score no matter what.

Through the rest of December and the holidays I probably jerked off 20 times to the email. I contemplated writing her and asking if she was satisfied with her grade - which was a perfect score - but I was too nervous to do it over my university email. And just about a week before classes started I got an email from her to my personal email, which I always include on the syllabus.

"Professor,

Are you still set to meet me at our schedule place and time next week? Once again, I want to go over a few things.

I saw my grade you entered for last semester. Good boy.

-Maggie"

I wrote back to say I was still planning to go, and afterwards I think I came about 5 times in an hour. It was the hottest email I'd ever received. It was exactly what I had always wanted....to be a submissive bitch to a hot, younger woman. Still, I wasn't sure what she wanted to "go over" and it did make me nervous.

I met her on what turned out to be a surprisingly warm day - I lived in Florida. I saw her walking toward the pub entrance before I reached it so I waited. She had on a a small dark blue summer dress, wearing sandals. Her blonde hair was down and her skin was tan. Her boobs must have been a solid C cup and she showed off just enough cleavage to make my dick start to get hard. She was fucking hot.

"Hi professor!" She was surprisingly cheery.

"Well hi! You can call me John, if you'd like."

"Ok, that's fine. Let's go in - I'm sweating out here."

I opened the door and she walked in. We grabbed a small table in the corner. Few people were there, but those that were quickly eyed the blonde hottie I was with. As she walked ahead of my her ass swayed in front my eyes. She had a perfect bubble butt and I think I could see her thong outline but wasn't positive.

We both sat down and ordered an appetizer and water. She then ordered a wine and I grabbed a beer. The waitress asked for her ID and said "wow, only turned 21 a few months ago, huh?"

"Yep! Legal to drink now!"

I was surprised. "Wait, how are you only 21 and almost done with grad school?"

"I graduated a year early in undergrad and went straight into the masters program. Your class is my last."

This surprised me. She wasn't dumb, but she was definitely not at the type of intellect or ambition to graduate an entire year early from college. Seemed odd.

We talked about our holiday break - all very non serious stuff. I noticed she seemed a little nervous, or almost shy, until her second glass of wine and then she became more talkative. In retrospect I think she was trying to gauge whether she could test me or whether I'd try to get her into trouble.

"So," I said, "what did you want to go over anyway? I was curious."

"Oh, that. Yes. I think you know, John."

I grinned. I really didn't know. "I mean, is this about your late papers? What?"

"Yes and more. Pay this bill and meet me outside. I'm gonna use the ladies room and I'll meet you outside." She didn't say it in a bitchy way, but certainly in an assertive tone that I hadn't heard her have before. It was like a different person.

I paid and went outside. I could feel my pencil dick getting hard from her order. She came out in a minute or two and said "come on. Follow me."

We walked about 100 yards, or 2-3 blocks, until we came to an apartment unit. She opened the front door and we walked up one set of stairs and entered her apartment.

She pointed to the living room. "Have a seat."

I felt nervous. I went in and sat down. She was in full control. And I couldn't believe she had invited me to her apartment. The place was very clean and basic. What you'd expect from a 21 year old. I noticed only one bedroom and got the sense that she lived alone. She went around the living room and closed the blinds on the window. Why, I wondered?

She then walked over and sat on the couch. I was in a chair across from her. She crossed her legs. Her sandals hung down slightly, and I could see her toenails - they were pink.

"Sorry it's so hot in here. I just put the AC on. I'm sweaty. I can't believe it's so hot out."

"I know, it's never this hot this at this--"

"John I brought you here to establish some rules." She interrupted. "are you ready?"

"Uhhh....yes?"

"I know you are." She patted the couch to the right of her, clearly indicating for me to sit beside her so I got up and moved. She smelled so good. Mix of whatever perfume she had on and some sweat."

"I kinda have a feeling you have crush on me." She smiled and put her hand on my leg when she said this. My dick grew hard. "And it's ok. Im really glad."

Wow. I couldn't believe it. Maybe she wanted to date me? I was incredibly excited. She kept her hand on my leg and then said "will you do something for me John?"

"Yes." I realized when I said it that it came out very desperate.

"Good. Take of my sandals please." I took them off her feet and placed them on the floor. She then sat back at the end of the couch and placed her feet in my lap. "Massage please."

I couldn't believe it. I never had a foot fetish necessarily but literally any body part on her was a privilege to touch. Little did I know this would be the beginning of my fetish. I began to massage her feet and she closed her eyes and let out a tiny moan. Her feet were very damp with sweat and I could smell them from the sandals. They were relatively clean but I noticed the bottoms were more dirty and beat up. I guessed that she probably didn't have a lot of money to get regular pedicures.

"This feels good John. You like my feet don't you?"

"Yes I do! I don't mind doing this at all."

"I bet you don't." She then took her foot out of my hand and moved it toward my groin area. She placed her toes directly on my dick through my pants. I looked at her and she smiled.

"This doesn't feel very big John. But I can tell you're hard. Her foot began stroking through my pants. "I had a feeling you were small."

"Yes, I...uhh..."

"It's ok. That makes things much easier for me." Then she lifted both her feet up into the air near my face. "I want you to clean my feet. It relaxes me."

I wasn't sure what to do. "Do you want me to get, like, a wash cloth?"

She laughed. "No. I want you to use your tongue." She then moved her feet close to my face and mouth.

I grabbed her feet and brought them closer. They glistened with sweat. I brought her soles to my mouth and pressed them against my lips, half expecting her to pull away and call the police. But she didn't. As I put them against my lips she pushed them into me, almost knocking my head back. "CLEAN!" She yelled. Without thinking I stuck out my tongue and started to lick all over. Fast at first and then slowly. I closed my eyes. I was rock hard. They smelled so strong but so good. As my tongue moved around I could taste a small amount of dirt. Her heels were a bit rough. It was amazing. It's hard to explain if you've never done something like it. In regular context I'd say they stunk and the whole thing was gross....but when it's a very hot girl and your dick is hard it's wonderful.

After about 5 minutes I noticed my hand was unconsciously pressing against my dick. She noticed too and pulled her feet back. "That's enough. And no touching until I say." She then got up and stood over me.

"Here's the deal John. First, I'm not doing one fucking piece of work this semester. Do you understand?"

"Uhhh yes."

"Good boy. Second, you're going to do my assignments for me so there's a record of them. And I'm going to get a perfect grade on all of them. Understand?"

"Yes." I couldn't believe I was agreeing but I'd have said yes to anything. And also, I knew I could do it without anyone knowing.

"Third, I may ask you to do some work for my other classes. And occasionally I may have some other tasks for you. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Good. Lastly, if you tell anyone about this our arrangement is off and I'll accuse you of being a pervert and harassing me." She could tell this made me nervous. "John you do not have to worry about that as long as you meet my needs and keep your fucking mouth shut. Can you do that? Can you be a big boy for me?"

"Yes," I nodded. She was only 21 but it was like an experienced 40 year old talking to me.

"Good. I know you're a pervert but I like that. Because I know you'll do anything to get what I can give you."

"What's that?"

"Occasionally you'll get to taste and smell my body. I may even give you a few things here and there. Just enough to make that little dick cum."

And with that, she turned around and leaned over the coffee table with her ass high in the air.

"Put your face right here John." Then she lifted her dress and exposed her ass. She had on a pink thong. She took her finger and placed it directly in her asshole. "RIGHT here. Smell and lick. And you may jerk your little dick. Just don't get your gross cum on my floor."

I quickly pulled my pants down to my knees, and placed my face right into her ass. Again, something completely new for me. I'd never smelled or even tasted a woman's ass. I was never asked. It never occurred to me to want to, either. But smelling Maggie's ass was magical. I breathed in deeply and began jerking. My tongue moved in and around her thong. Like her feet, the musty smell and taste was a huge, huge turn on. She moaned quietly as my tongue started to slip into her asshole. It hadn't been my intention but I guess it must have loosened from licking and pressing so much that my tongue literally went in about a quarter of an inch. She moaned louder. And right then I came. Hard. I was sure to keep all my cum into my hands. Even as I came and immediately after I kept licking because I didn't want it to end. But it did.

She stood up and pulled her dress back down. "No mess? Just in your pants huh? Good boy." Then she tossed me a box of tissues. I quickly wiped my hands and pulled up my pants. I could feel cum dripping down my legs.

"Time for you to leave now. I'll email or text you when I need something. Oh, and I won't be attending class this semester either."

She walked me to her door. As I turned the door knob she said "wait. Here." She then reached under her dress and pulled down her thong and handed it to me. "Enjoy. And don't forget our deal."

I walked out and felt weird and honestly nervous. But by the time I got down the stairs and outside of the apartment unit, all I could think of was getting home so I could smell her thong. And within 30 minutes I was back at my house shoving her thong into my nose. First I'd smell right where her ass was, and then I'd switch to smelling where it had been touching her pussy. The first sniff was amazing because it was still damp. I could taste her. I came within a minute the first time and then 3-4 times more in the next 45 minutes. I couldn't get enough.

Just when I was about to take a shower, thinking I was exhausted and out of cum (and also just a mess of loads of cum all over my stomach) I got a text from her.

"Thanks for being a good boy today. I like having a little bitch to work for me. I'll text you in a few weeks to see how things are going. I may have some work for you in my other classes. i may also need help with my rent. Xoxox."

So, I came again. Twice. The next two weeks couldn't come fast enough. I was so turned on but also scared. I was now genuinely her bitch. Id never win a case against her if she accused me of something, and id clearly crossed ethical lines already. if i do her work then its legal lines. i was certainly going to comply, though. she owned me. all i wanted was to smell and taste her again.