Ryan had no idea how many men or women were around, but going by the sounds there were plenty of them around. If he tried, he might have been able to figure it out, but the cool air brushing over his nude form, the cold feel of the edge of Her stilettos resting on his back, the slight press of the plastic rings of his chastity belt, the somewhat sore feeling of his gagged jaw, and the acute awareness of being used as a nude foot stool bound on his hands and knees by his Mistress/Woman's Studies professor was a bit distracting. In the haze of submission, he idly thought back to how it all began less than a month ago. When they were in a more casual setting, they usually laughed about it because, for all that had actually happened to him, he still felt like he was in some sort of porno movie, rather than real life.
Taking a Woman's Studies course had been a bit of a gambit for Ryan, one that his friends gave him no end of trouble about as he signed up. But, going into the business world, showing that he had, of his own will, taken a course like this was sure to help with brownie points for political correctness, and he also hoped to show some of the more closed-minded people in the class that not all men were pigs, and that chivalry and respect weren't chauvinism and patronizing.
As he'd likely predicted, when he walked in on the first Monday of class, he was the only guy in the class. He recognized a few of his female friends from around campus and sat near one of them, who had tried to point him in the right direction to his class -- they had a good laugh when he revealed he was, indeed, in this class. A bit of joking between the two ensued before the professor walked in.
All of Ryan's career and social intents for showing up to class went completely out the window as Professor Aldera entered. For all his talk, Ryan was still a hormone charged college-aged male, and she was, well, to say she was beautiful is like saying water's wet.
She was like something out of one of his dreams. She looked to be in her late thirties, perhaps just entering her forties. She still kept her hair long, a head full of flowing auburn curls that cascaded past her shoulders and down to her back, with a few streaks of red highlights in them. Her eyes were an almost paralyzing green behind the proper glasses she wore. The outfit she wore was a somewhat tight dark blue blouse and matching black skirt that slid down around her curved hips to her ankles, topped off with a slight flash of black stockings and heels. She didn't sport a pure tiny hourglass form (which was nice for Ryan, really thin women creeped him out a bit), she was certainly well endowed, round breasts just showing a slight hint of sag, the heels keeping her equally around rear tight and high. She had a slight bit of a middle, but it just helped pull her all together.
"...in our class?" In what was perhaps the first of the many (though not all as negative) embarrassments he felt in front of her, the first came when he barely heard her speaking for all his staring at her. A few girls around the class were giggling, some were shooting daggers, others just rolled their eyes.
"Wh- oh, yes, Professor, that's me." He caught up, managing to compose himself.
"You didn't take a wrong turn or select a wrong class, Ryan? I think this is my first time seeing a boy in my class." Being twenty-one, it was a bit odd to hear himself called 'boy', but Ryan passed it off.
"No, Professor, I'm here because I want to be." He said with what he hoped sounded like confidence.
"Well, then. Welcome to my class." She shot him what was unmistakably a challenging, almost playful wink as she turned, starting the opening lecture. Despite the raging hard-on he was sporting under the table, and the urges to just stare at her and admire just how God damned beautiful she was, Ryan pulled all of his attention on the material. After his screwed-up entrance, he had to prove he was serious.
Class passed by and large in the same way over the next few weeks, other than Ryan's showers on days after class were taking a bit longer than normal as he worked out his 'frustrations' from class. Their first major paper was assigned, each of them chosen to select a topic about a woman's role in various vocations and social settings, and how it has changed.
"Ryan, can you come here, please?"
They had just received the paper's requirements, and most of the rest of the class had filtered out of the room. Ryan nodded and packed his things and made his way to the front, standing in front of the desk. It was a bit hotter than seasonally normal that day, and she had her blouse opened one or two buttons. The dark frills of her bra were just visible against the open blouse. It took all his will not to stare.
"Ryan, I must say you've done phenomenal in this class so far. Well thought out comments, active in discussions, always staying on top of things. The first boy in my class to show such... dedication. I'm impressed." His cheeks flushed a bright red at the comment.
"W-Well, Professor, I'm just doing my best. I joined this class to learn, but also to make a bit of a point, and I just don't want to not be taken seriously."
"Well, Ryan, I'm going to give you a chance for that, if you'd like. A chance to really dazzle me." She smiled a bit, tongue sliding across her fully, ruby red lips. His breathing grew a bit shorter.
"D-Dazzle, Professor?" His throat had gone dry.
"Yes, Ryan." She stood up and walked around towards him. "There's one aspect of this assignment that no one ever wants to look at, and I think that you can handle it, or at least be more willing to." She handed him a small folder of papers. He flipped through a few of them, which largely focused on woman's role in the BDSM community over the last few years.
"P-Professor?" He looked up from the papers to a confident smirk on her lips. It made him feel weak in the knees. He shook his head and was able to compose himself, taking a few slow breaths. God she was beautiful, and with this assignment it was almost like she was targeting him specifically in all of his weaknesses.
"Yes, Ryan. You see, as shocking as this might be, I tend to dabble a bit in some more... erotic hobbies. And over the years, the number of women in a dominant position in the general bondage community has risen steadily. I was hoping you could do a bit more technical research on it, perhaps tie it into something else. None of the girls in class have ever really taken to it, but I think that you would be less... abject to getting to look at porn for school. Am I right?" She laughed softly, and he laughed in response.
