Sara could feel her heart beating faster and her pussy moisten as she listened to her professor speak in her college human sexuality class.
The class began with a mixed crowd of both female and male students, but had slowly dwindled to a small group of female students as the course was in its final week.
The professor was in her late 40's, very attractive and had a very stern, but kind demeanor to her. She seemed like she could be a very nice lady, but definitely wasn't somebody to mess with.
The class had started off very "text bookish", so-to-speak, but as the class got smaller and the male students were no longer present, the class slowly veered towards a whole new perspective on human sexuality. The professor had started to voice her opinions on female supremacy both in, and out of the bedroom.
Sara had never really heard anything about this subject before and was very intrigued by it all. As the class progressed, Sara showed more and more interest in the subject and was constantly asking the professor questions about it.
One day after class, the professor asked Sara to stay, so she could have a word with her.
"Sara, I have noticed that you have shown quite a bit of interest in my lectures about female supremacy and I was wondering what your thoughts were about it?"
"Well, yes, I am very intrigued by what you have been lecturing about professor. I always look forward to coming to your class."
"Good Sara, I'm glad that you are enjoying my class. Obviously, I can't really be too explicit with this subject when I'm lecturing for obvious reason, so are there any questions that you may have that I can answer for you?"
"Well, I do have some."
"How do you know so much about this?" Sara asked
"Well, let's just say that I practice what I preach." She replied as she let out a small giggle
"So, you lead this kind of lifestyle?"
"I sure do, and I love it."
"The way that you are showing so much interest in this, I am willing to bet that you would like it too."
"Tell me something Sara, did a lot of what I was lecturing about in class make sense to you?"
"Did you feel a sense of excitement? Be honest."
"Yes, it made a lot of sense, and yes it did excite me." Sara replied, a bit embarassed
"Hahahahah........I'm sure you did Sara. Its okay to feel a little embarrassed about it, it's perfectly normal. This isn't for everybody. It takes a special kind of woman to pursue this lifestyle."
"Do you think that this is something that you would like to explore further?"
"Yeah, I definitely want some more information on it."
"Okay, fair enough. I got an idea."
"Do you have a boyfriend Sara?"
"Yes, my boyfriend Rob that I am rather serious with."
"You know that you have a major fifty page paper coming up soon as your final for this class right?"
"Uggggggggg.......Yeah, how could I forget! I'm dreading it!"
"Hahahaha..... I know, everybody is."
"Tell you what; what if for your final project I propose something else? Something a lot more interesting and fun?"
"I would say that I would definitely be interested!"
"That's what I figured."
"Stay after class tomorrow and I will have something for you okay?"
"Okay, sounds good professor. I am looking forward to it."
Sara could hardly wait to see what the professor had in mind. She could barely sleep that night thinking about it all.
The next day after class Sara stayed behind as instructed by the professor.
"Glad to see you stayed Sara."
"Yeah, I'm intrigued by what you have for me." Sara replied with enthusiasm
"Good. Have a seat."
The professor reached for a wide manila folder on her desk and handed it to Sara.
"Now, before you open this I just want to say a few things."
"The reason why I am doing this for you Sara is because I can tell that you are somebody who is going to take this project very seriously. I am a good judge of character and I can tell that you are that special kind of woman that I was talking about yesterday."
"Plus, this gives me an opportunity to help guide somebody who I think has the potential to be a strong, independent woman, such as myself in the right direction. All I am trying to do is bring out the type of person that I think you really are."
"Understand Sara?"
"Yes, I do professor and I thank you for that."
"It is my pleasure Sara."
"Now, you may open the envelope." Sara removed the contents of the envelope and was confused about its contents. Inside was a small notebook, about fifty pages or so thick, a set of papers that were stapled together that said "Instructions" and a contraption that she had never seen before. A plastic curved looking device and a small key lock.
The professor could see the confused look on Sara's face and proceeded to explain.
"Your project is going to be on male sexuality, in particular, the control of your boyfriend's orgasms for the next two months and the effects that it has on him and his personality."
"The journal is for him, so that he can document his feelings, thoughts, etc, so that we may study them later on."
"The plastic thing is called a chastity device. It will ensure that your boyfriend follows the guidelines that you set for him during this project by not letting him masturbate unless you allow it."
Sara could feel her heart pounding and her pussy moisten as she listened to the professor explain the contents.
"But, how do I get him to put it on?"
"Well, that's the part where you have to get creative my dear." She giggled
"You have to use all of the tools that your body has to offer in order to convince him. Remember, guys are weak when it comes to sex. They can't help themselves and will do almost anything to get it. Girls are a lot stronger when it comes to this and you have to use it to your advantage."
"Remember, you have to be that strong woman that I know is inside of you!"
"You think you can handle it?"
"Ummmm.....Yeah, I think so!" Sara replied with a confident voice.
"Good. I strongly feel that once you begin this adventure things are going to fall into place for you. You are going to see in yourself the woman that I know is in there somewhere."
"Remember, your grade is going to hinge on how well you follow my instructions, so be strong and don't deviate from them!"
"I won't professor!"
"Good, now make me proud!"
Sara gathered the contents and put them back into the envelope. She left the classroom and began to walk towards the school parking deck as she went over the whole conversation that she just had with the professor in her head.
She got into her car and couldn't help but reach down and rub her crotch as the professor's words "Control his orgasms" ran through her mind.
It was a surreal type of feeling. She was nervous and turned on at the same time, a feeling that she had never experienced before. She began to unbutton her pants so she could have access to her swollen clit, when sounds of other students in the parking deck jolted her back to her senses. She took a moment to catch her breath and regroup.
Finally, she started the car and began her journey back to her apartment. All she could think about the entire car ride home was playing with her pussy once she got home.
She pulled into the lot and literally ran into the apartment. She quickly took her jeans and panties off as she made her way into the bedroom. She laid herself down on the bed and began to rub her clit furiously as she quickly exploded into orgasm.
Panting heavily, she paused momentarily to catch her breath and then began to work out another orgasm from her now drenched pussy. In the excitement of the moment, she didn't even hear her boyfriend enter the apartment.
Hearing the commotion, her boyfriend walked into the bedroom and saw her spread eagle on the bed furiously finger-fucking herself. He watched silently as she exploded into orgasm. When she was done, she lay with her head back on the pillow, panting and relishing her post orgasmic experience.
He stared silently for a few minutes at his girlfriend's wonderful body. Her wet, swollen lips matted from all the pussy juice that had oozed out. He had an instant hard on!
"Having fun?" his words taking her by surprise
"You friggin scared me!" she said a little annoyed by his untimely presence. She grabbed the covers and quickly covered herself with them.
"How long you been standing there?" she questioned
"Long enough." He said with a grin as he sat beside her on the bed.
"Why are you covering yourself up?" as he tried to take the covers back off of her.
"No, not now." She tugged back at them.
"Don't need me right now huh?" he said sarcastically as he giggled
"No, not really." She giggled as well, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed babe, I completely understand. If anybody would understand it would be a guy." He joked
"Sometimes you just got to rub one out!" hahahahah
"Yeah, I guess.........." Still embarrassed Seeing an opening to change the subject she asked
"So, how often do you "Rub one out."
"Hahahahah, not that much since I started dating you." He fired back with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Nice try. Don't try and dodge the question."
"I don't know babe, when I feel like it."
"Come on, you know. Once, twice, three times a week?"
"Will you stop it; I told you I don't know when I feel like it." He replied obviously annoyed by her nagging
She decided not to pursue this any further at the moment, but it was definitely something that she was going to in the future. He left the room to go use the restroom, and she took the opportunity to get dressed. When he got out of the bathroom, she was sitting on the couch.
"So, babe, I was thinking, instead of going out to dinner tonight like we had planned, do you just want to order food and get a bottle of wine instead?"
"Ummmmmm......Okay, sure. I'm kind of tired anyway."
"Yeah, me too."
They ordered some pizza and cracked open a bottle of wine. The pizza arrived and they sat down to enjoy their meal. They engaged in general conversation, but all she could think about the entire time was how to approach the subject that was now weighing heavily on her mind. She decided that it would be best if she approached this whole thing slowly, and in increments rather than trying to dump all of this information on him at one time. He was going to be on a need to know basis.
"So, remember that big report for my human sexuality class that I have been complaining about?"
"Yeah, how could I forget, you have been bitching about that for a while."
"Well, my professor said that I might not have to do it."
