It all started during my junior year of college. My professor, whose name was Paul, had invited me to his house to tutor me for an exam. At first, I was hesitant about going, since I was dating a guy named Bill, but I finally decided it would be okay...after all, he was my professor. He met me at the door, smiling at me, and invited me in. I should've known something was up when he took my books and papers and put them on the table in the foyer.
"Would you like me to show you the house?"
He handed me a margarita and took my arm to lead me through the house. I was worried about looking into the bedroom but he ignored my obvious fears and seemed delighted at my surprise about the size of the house. We toured all of the upstairs and then he led me down to the basement where he had a beautiful playroom and bar and offered me another margarita from the blender.
"Where's your wife?"
"She's out of town."
He showed me some of the electronic gadgets he had in the playroom and, as we played a game, his arm went around my waist and he was soon stroking my hip and butt.
"Would you like another margarita from the blender?"
I was already feeling the effects of the alcohol as I was swaying and must have passed out. When I woke up, I was lying on a table, on my back, totally naked and when I tried to sit up, I found I couldn't because my arms were tied above my head and my feet were also tied with my legs spread wide.
"What are you doing?!" I asked with a frightened voice.
"You're too beautiful to waste on those college punks so I'm going to make you my sex slave!"
He leaned down, took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. Meanwhile, his fingers found my groin and began exploring the lips of my pussy.
"You have such a lovely body! I'm going to enjoy showing you the marvels of total sexual pleasure," he kept telling me.
I gasped when his fingers went into my cunt and he bent down and began licking my clitoris. Although my brain was trying to reject his manipulations, my body was responding to them. I was frightened to death of this man and yet my body was tossing in response to his touches.
"I need to teach you what it will be like to disobey my wants."
He hand-cuffed my wrists, tied them to a bar above my head and hoisted me up so I was suspended, my body hanging in midair, with my toes barely touching the floor.
My tits stood straight out and my nipples were rigid as Paul started to whip me with light strokes. I initially cried out in pain from the small welts on my tits and belly but my cries soon turned to murmurs as he placed a vibrating dildo inside my cunt and strapped it to my leg. The sensations it created drove me to heights of sexual responses I'd never felt before!
