It had been months since Sarah left High School. She was one of the more popular girls at her alma mater. Actively involved in athletics, art, school functions and social life made her very busy, and well known in the small teenage community. Yet Sarah, like many others before her, decided not to go to the local college, but to go away to the university. Needless to say, she was not prepared for the many differences she would face.
Her first year was tumultuous. She did well enough in classes, but it was the social shock that Sarah did not prepare herself for. She was one of the more attractive girls in her small city, things were much more simple. There was little competition. Now, she was just another freshman in a school that was a city in itself. It was difficult to fit in. She didn't dress like the other girls. She didn't drive the right car. Sarah went from feeling like Aphrodite atop Mount Olympus to feeling ordinary. Fortunately, that was about to change.
Sarah looked forward to the hot summer and her summer classes. She enjoyed the outdoors and decided to take a summer class in archaeology. She was excited to get her science requirement done, and also all of the fieldwork.
Summer came, and she sat in class with only about two dozen others. Remarkably, many of them were older. One guy was at least 10 years older than her. Sarah remembered thinking he was the teacher. He was a teacher, just not what she expected.
A week into the class, Sarah found herself enjoying the class, but falling a little bit behind. Sarah did not have to work that afternoon so after class she went to the library to bury herself in "Identifying Geologic Artifacts".
"Wow, do the people who write these books have any personality?" Sarah said under her breath in the quiet library alcove.
"Unfortunately most of us are as boring as turtle race" came a quiet, low and calming voice. "Hard to translate?"
Sarah turned to find the "old man" of the class sitting at the table behind her. He was not a cute guy by any stretch of the imagination, but he was fit. He had a rough edge to his look. She smiled, but realized she was a bit embarrassed. "I am not a science geek".
"Oh, so all scientists are nerds huh?!"
As embarrassment builds, "I didn't mean that. I just meant that.... Er. Uh......"
"I don't think that recovery right now is a viable option for you." He said with a laugh. "My name is Greg."
"Hi, I am embarrassed." Sarah said with a smile.
"Would you like a hand with your reading?"
"Sure"
So, the two exchanged pleasantries and finished the impromptu tutorial. Sarah filled Greg in on her past, as short as that was. She was proud and that shined every time she talked about home. Greg on the other hand, was well indoctrinated in the university. He had his masters in geo-physics and was working on his Ph.D. He was taking the class this year because next year, it would be his turn to teach it. Remarkably, he wasn't all slide-rules and bar graphs. Sarah was surprised to find he was a musician, a guitarist and singer to be exact. He was also very involved in intra-mural sports at the university. That summer, he was playing soccer and ultimate Frisbee. Soon afternoon turned into evening and both saw a setting sun. Greg invited Sarah to the student center for dinner and continued conversation. But Sarah, reserved in her social graces, did not accept. Its not that she didn't like Greg, but the age thing was a bit much. So the two parted for the day, only to meet in class two days later.
Sarah found it hard to focus. She studied over the weekend and exercised. She ate well and slept, yet there was uneasiness about today's class. An unsettled heat crept through the room causing unwarranted sweat to bead on her brow. As her breath quickened, she found her thoughts wandering:
I gazed into his eyes as he taught me, only me. I didn't care
what he drew on the board, I only knew I wanted his most intimate of teachings. As those formulas filled the space in front of me, I just wanted him to take me. My stomach was small and filled with butterflies. Then it happened. He walked over to me, touched my shoulder and began to pull my blouse off. I saw only him, in an empty classroom. His hands removed my blouse as if weren't even on my body. My breasts covered under a bra that was as easily removed. I was exposed to him, and I didn't want him to stop. His hands touched my breasts. My nipples hardened with every sensation from his fingers. He pinched my nipples sending shudders throughout my body. I wanted more. I wanted everything. As he stood next to me, I reached to his pants. I could feel something underneath and it made me gasp. He was not like the boys I knew. He was a man, and I could feel it in my hands. I wanted to see it, touch it, and devour it. I unzipped his pants, and reached in and began to pull it out....
The other students began to get up and leave and Sarah was left recovering from her daydream. It was all she could do to gather herself and make it to the ladies room. But no amount of cold water could tame the heat inside her. Never in her life has she been so captivated. She was out of her mind with lascivious thoughts. She sat quietly in the stall and began to touch herself. She needed to feel satisfaction and it was not long before an orgasm pulsed through her veins. Sarah was left feeling hot and spent. The heat of the day gave way to a cool breeze that traversed the campus. Sarah made her way to a small spot in one of the courtyards. In there was a tree with great shade. Sarah planted herself under the tree, closed her eyes, and tried her best to resume her daydream.
For the next several days she was in a trance of passion and desire. Even the most mundane sights gave rise to impure thoughts. Sarah was slowly and forever changing in her view of life. Slowly her breasts were becoming fuller. Her muscles more defined. Sarah was changing from girl to woman and her desires were evolving proportionately.
Sarah was struggling to keep up with the science, and reluctantly she needed help. She nervously approached Greg and asked for help. Unbelievably, Greg was kind and gracious and agreed to tutor her that weekend. Wanting to know more about her strange desires, Sarah went to the Internet. For hours she surfed web sites reading all she could. She found sites on alternative lifestyles and various forms of erotica. Story after story, one photo to another she was shocked, and exhilarated. But the hours blended evening into night and sent her to bed to dream.
You have me undress in the house. You place the leather cuffs on my wrists, and lock the cuffs behind my back. You tell to me to open my mouth and work your favorite ball gag in, tighten it especially tight and tell me I'll want it soon...
You open the door and tell me to walk to THE tree. The old oak is regal, with branches that parallel the ground, a triple trunk, and foliage that drapes the ground, protecting from stray eyes. I begin the walk. It usually feels like such a short walk, but tonight, in the moonlight, naked, it takes forever to reach the relative safety of the tree. I kneel in the fallen leaves and await you, My Master. As I wait a car drives by away on the highway and I realize that the protection isn't as complete as I'd remembered it... If they could see me, the passersby would see me kneeling under the tree. I blush, and squirm wondering what will happen..
You tell me to stand. I get to my feet, and wait. I hear you move behind me, you unlock my hands. Raise my hands above my head, one at a time and attach them spread out to a very large branch. I am on my toes when you attach my ankles to a spreader bar. A car goes by and I see the lights through my blindfold. I am nearly suspended, completely supported by this wonderful old tree. You display me. I hope I am pleasing you. My womanhood is totally exposed for all to see, for you to punish as you please. I am completely immobilized; you can touch me anywhere, with anything. You know how helpless I feel, you remind me how helpless I am- with only touch of your outstretched hand. You say you could leave me and a stranger may come along, that I would eventually PRAY for anyone to come along and help me.
You step back, and I hear nothing for what seems and eternity. I am inside my own head, I long for you to make some contact that I know is coming. You warm me as you spank me; I lose count of the strokes. You gently stroke me between sets of strikes. I am startled when you begin to use your favorite paddle. It tingles and stings. I realize that your strokes are coinciding with the distant passing cars, that you are hiding me in the night from certain display in the day. I am granted a brief respite from the pleasure of the pain and the humiliation. Then I hear the next car, I know another stroke is coming... After an eternity that passes in an instant, I realize that instead of another set of cars and strokes of the paddle that I am being slowly lowered. I try to move my feet and realize that somehow you have secured the spreader bar to my ankles. My arms are still above my head. I begin to think you are putting me on my knees.
