How to explain what happened... hmmm... I guess I should start by telling a little about myself. My name is Samantha, and I'm blonde and blue-eyed. That's if the guys ever actually see my eyes. They tend to look at and even talk to my breasts. I guess I should forgive that, because I like my healthy, perky 36D breasts too. When I masturbate, I usually start with them, caressing them until their nipples wake up, their areolae crinkling and thrusting the swelling nipples forward. And they get so sensitive! And yes, I can make myself cum by nipple stimulation alone. But I never neglect my pussy, stroking my labia, teasing my clit, and fingering myself until I cum. But I digress. Sorry.
Anyway, I was heading into my last term in college. College has been an eye-opening experience for me, opening up worlds of knowledge. For instance, I discovered I'm bisexual! Some of the parties we have in the dorms are fantastic! I discovered how much I like sucking cocks, being fucked by cocks, eating pussy, having my pussy eaten, and at some parties, it seems I might experience all that at virtually the same time! And we have some private vids to prove it! I also enjoy the power I feel when I'm giving hand jobs, and even on a rare occasion or two have been fisted and also fisted a willing needy female.
But yes, before you ask, I also take classes. Some of them were amazing, while others were a waste of time and money, as far as I was concerned. And, of course, the latter were usually required classes. But I was now in my last year, and I had all my requirements done, so I just needed some credit hours to finally graduate. As the term was about to start, I looked over my choices of courses, and for some reason, a medieval history class caught my eye. I knew some friends really liked reenacting medieval times, dressing up, jousting and stuff. So I thought, "Maybe this will be interesting... at least to know more about what really went on in those days." So I signed up.
OK, maybe I wanted the class because there was something about the professor that taught this course. I'd seen her around campus, walking through the Quad, shopping at the bookstore, etc. She was striking in her looks, carrying herself proudly, almost stern but still oh so very attractive. She always looked great wearing clothes that showed off her figure -- and I'll admit her figure made me drool a little. "At least if I'm sitting in her class, I'll enjoy the view, even if the material being lectured about is boring," I said to myself.
But the material wasn't boring at all, and I also did enjoy the view, very much. Professor Martin was one of the more gifted teachers, capable of making the material come to life in the minds of her audience. I found myself mentally transported back to that era, learning what life was like not just for the nobility, but also for the merchant class, and for the poor. She gave us interesting assignments and pointed out good resources for further study, both in the books in the library but also with various online references. I worked hard on her assignments, and ended up always getting one of the top grades. Blushing, I'll admit that I wanted to please this majestic woman. I wanted her to take special notice of me, because I became very enamored of her as the term continued.
Even when we had no special assignments, I searched the internet, doing research on my own about this period in history. During this, I started to read references to how women were controlled back then. This was interesting because this was a topic that the professor only touched upon lightly in her lectures, so I dug deeper. In the course of my research, I learned that some control devices were terrible and just plain cruel but others involved the women being humiliated for bad deeds. I found this fascinating, and to be honest somewhat exciting, and wondered if what I was reading was real. Somehow, these concepts seemed to cause something buried in my mind to emerge into the beginnings of clarity.
All our assignments were turned in and graded, and it was now the last week of the school term. So, if I was going to satisfy my curiosity, I'd have to see if I could have a private discussion with the professor. As the class ended, the other students were streaming out of the room, when I approached the front desk. Professor Martin looked up at me with a questioning expression on her lovely face. "Professor, I've been doing some reading on my own, and I wondered if you had some time that we could discuss its veracity?" I asked, my heart throbbing hard in my chest at being so close to her, having her full attention, and inhaling her fascinating scent.
"I don't have any time left today, Samantha. But I'm very curious about what you've been reading, and what you'd like to discuss. Can we meet in my office tomorrow, after classes?" she asked.
I was so caught up in her spell that if she'd asked me to climb the bell tower naked and ring the bell 3 times, I would have done it. Trying not to swoon with joy and anticipation, I breathlessly replied, "Sure, Professor. I'll see you in your office tomorrow. And thank you for granting me some of your valuable time." I guess something about my answer caught her by surprise, because it made her suck in a deep breath. Her well-shaped breasts, primly tucked inside her tailored blouse, rose in unison, and strained at the enclosing material. I tried not to let my eyes bulge, staring at that sight, and it took a lot of self control to stop my own pair from rising in response and straining at my own blouse!
I'd seldom visited the faculty offices, since students used office hours to ask the faculty questions, or get answers to exam questions clarified for them, neither of which I was in the habit of doing. So I had to consult a floor plan to work out where the professor's office was located. Arriving at the appointed time, and being invited in, I looked around curiously since I'd never been there before. I noticed she had several paintings and artifacts around the room, both of which were depicting her special area of expertise.
Invited to take a seat in front of her desk, I realized as I sat across from her how striking she looked in this milieu. I was not only impressed by her, but also a bit intimidated. She exuded an atmosphere of confidence and authority that excited me. "I'm glad to see you, Samantha. So what have you been reading about, and what questions have arisen?" she asked.
I may have gaped a little, like a fish yanked out of the water, being ensnared by her complete focus on me outside of our normal classroom setting. "Umm, er... I've been reading more about the state of being a woman in those times. I guess what confuses me is that I got the feeling that women were mostly owned, regardless of their position in society. Not only owned by men, but for the most part controlled by men. Am I reading that right? And if so, were women pressured into these roles and situations?"
Professor Martin smiled, answering "Oh yes, it was certainly true, and not just by peer pressure of men or society in general, but also by physical and mechanical means."
"Sorry Professor. I don't understand -- what do you mean?"
"There were actual devices whose main purpose was to be used on women to dominate and control them," she stated in a very matter-of-fact voice. She paused and looked at me. "It might be more clear if you actually saw what I'm talking about. Would you like to see the collection that I have at my home? I have a examples of items from the medieval ages you might find interesting. And since today is the last day of classes for either of us, and the beginning of summer break, I could show you, if you have the time. I've never shown anyone it totally before, but since you're my best student, I'd be happy to let you see my collection."
Too afraid to talk, lest my voice squeak with excitement, I nodded vigorously, indicating that I'd love that invitation, and had scads of free time since the term was ending. She wrote her address on a post it note and handed it to me, saying, "Good, come on Friday, please. Come early, because there's a lot to see. I have some very special items and costumes. Come about 10 AM so we don't have to rush through the collection. We can even have lunch and talk."
