Professor Mistress

Has themes of bondage and non-con.

"Baby, you got to get up now love," I was floating somewhere nice, somewhere that made the clouds seem like they would be harsh to the touch. I felt someone against my back, naked, and I started to open my eyes. I was greeted with a beautiful smiling Browning. I smiled back, careless about the past I incurred as her wrath in my life. She stroked my face and neck.

"We have to find something for you to wear," if Browning were capable of blushing, I knew she would have right then, "I was a little too excited earlier. I nodded and bit my lip at the memory. I didn't even care that I had also let Dean fuck me. It was mindblowing. And I trusted Browning to not push my limits too far, and I was rewarded with multiple orgasms.

"Good thing someone already started stocking," I heard Shawna moan near my ear. There was no way I could go for another round but my body wasn't asking for permission.

"We could always just let you be naked all of the time?" Browning teased with a smile that made my life feel light again. I smiled back a little too enthusiastically.

"Oh I think she likes it, new uniform?" Shawna breathed in my ear again as I bit my lip against the sensations building.

"Oh no love, you have to take it easy, we can't break you on your first day, we have to save that for opening night," Browning never stopped rubbing my naked flesh from neck to mound. Shawna groaned as she got up placing her hand on my hip to assist her. I could hear her wrestling through some drawers and clothes.

"We could always just save money and have her live upstairs you know," they both chuckled.

"What do you mean live upstairs?" I shuddered as Browning tickled near my lips again.

"Surely you didn't leave out the penthouse did you?" Shawna chastised.

"It wasn't ready, and you trust my methods don't you?" her fingers tickled my lips again, this time I was surprised she hadn't noticed that I was already wet.

"Of course I trust your methods, they are my favorite," I could sense her winking when she admitted that. "Alright now, both of you, up, let's go." Browning stood and held her hand out to me as I shakily got to my feet. Even after a small nap, my legs still felt like jello. They both smiled at the evidence.

"Come back tomorrow at the same time, and we'll try something new," Browning started getting dressed as I stood naked waiting for someone to give me clothes to wear.

"These shall fit," Shawna held back a giggle, "Well enough." I took the clothes she handed me and noticed her amusement was because of how promiscuous the clothes were. Short in all the right places and tighter in all the others. I didn't mind, I would wear anything that wouldn't get me legally in trouble just to get to my bed sooner. Browning walked me out as Shawna disappeared the opposite way upstairs, presumably to this penthouse I had yet to have the privilege of seeing.

"Same time tomorrow, and new dress, code, no panties," she started to turn away from the door, but turned back before the door closed, "no panties ever again." She smiled as my face turned red, probably from embarrassment and excitement combined.

It was difficult to focus on classes thinking of what could possibly be in store for me at the club later. If being tied to a cross and mercilessly fucked into pure bliss was just the beginning, I was more than happy to oblige throwing myself to my death in that pleasure. Sanity be damned, I wanted more. Browning was much better at being discreet in class and not making small moments of eye contact with me. I missed them but I also understood that we couldn't be obvious or draw attention to ourselves. Shawna had said she was risking everything by having contact with me. And somewhere deep inside, I knew I was as well. Going to all of my classes without panties on was also exhilarating. A few seconds of even thinking about, thinking about that cross, made me wet, and the realization that anyone could smell me or my wetness would be evident only made it more exciting.

I had a couple hours between classes and when I needed to be at the club which I threw myself into class work. I had a nudging feeling that this was going to become a routine for me somehow. And nothing had ever made my body feel so in tune with my mind and soul.

As I walked to the club it felt like I was living someone else's life. Someone's life who hadn't been motivated by death but motivated by life. When I walked in, Dean greeted me with a huge smile. I never really found myself attracted to men as much as I was women, but this man clearly had skills. The memory made my cheeks blushed which seemed to only spur him on more.

"Oh there you are my darling showstopper, I am so delighted you decided to come back, I hope you enjoy your time here as much as I do," the implications in his words made my insides tingle with anticipation. "Browning is waiting for you upstairs, we are almost ahead of schedule to open next weekend, I know you will be ready by then, showstopper." I wanted to ask what that nickname was all about but I had been told several times I would be the top performer. And my understanding of those duties so far, made me want it even if I never got paid. But I wasn't going to admit that to anyone. I could tell things were well on there way as I made my way upstairs. It almost looked like a club that was complete and closed on the weekdays at this point. I couldn't imagine what else would need to be completed in less than two weeks time but it was going to look impressive.

I floated my way back to the room I thought I would find Browning in. She was leaning over something that looked like a modified gym bench split at lots of different angles.

"Oh perfect timing darling," she motioned me in with excited hands, "come please you are going to love this." I walked towards her as she took my bag off and threw it on the bed.

"Strip," she commanded but it felt more like a request, although we both knew it wasn't. I was a little disappointed she wasn't wearing her heels and corset as last time, but she looked stunning nonetheless. She had on tight leather pants, healed boots composed of multiple straps, and a purple button down, buttoned mostly, down. I couldn't help my eyes rake up and down her body as I glanced at the door but started to take off my jacket anyway. I shrugged out of my shirt as well and then slipped off my sneakers, following them with my jeans. I couldn't help but notice she was as enthralled with my body as I was with hers.

We were both silent for a moment as I stood in my bra sans panties as requested as she stared at my pussy. I hoped she couldn't tell it was wet already but by her concentration, she either did, or was hoping it was. I peeled off my bra slowly hoping to keep her attention just a bit longer. She pulled my by the hand over to the contraption she had been inspecting when I arrived.

"This is for you, tonight, we are going for stamina. First, drink this," she handed me a bottle of water that was room temperature. I took a sip and she quipped an eye at me, "all of it now love, you're going to need it. I chugged it eagerly ready for whatever plan she had for me as her eyes trained on my throat with each gulp. When I finished she took the bottle from my hands then pointed at one end of the contraption.

"Kneel her," the end she was indicating looked a bicycle seat but at a weird angle. I knelt down in front of it as she ushered me further up.

"You want this part to be touching just above," she stroked my clit and found satisfaction at the wetness and my shivering response. I moved closer to where she indicated as she moved my ankles a little, pulling my feet back to lay straight. Then I felt large metal clamps close just above my ankles. One at a time. She messaged my shoulders, "remember your safe word, at any time." With that statement she pushed my shoulders down so I would be leaning over. The placement of the previously thought to be seat was evident now as it supported my hips and barely put pressure on my clit.

She adjusted a couple bars until my tits fit right in between them as she pushed me further down. The weight of my own body resting comfortably between my ribs clavicles. There were several other components to this contraption that I couldn't even begin to assign a task for. She then pulled up a U shaped cushion piece and adjusted it to hold my head looking straight in front of me, the weight of my head benign supported off my neck. She ran her hand down my back and across to my wrist lifting it straight back and up slightly. I felt more metal clasp under my wrist. She repeated the same with the other hand as my arms formed a T shape but arched further from the ground than perpendicular.

I had no idea what was in store for me but my pussy was on board as my own juices started to form enough to show on my thighs. She then put some straps around my ribs constricting me from being able to lift my lower body at all. A sudden slap on my ass had me gasp out a sensual moan that surprised even myself. I could hear her chuckle now as she ran her hands up and down my thighs. I could hear parts cranking and moving as my knees were slowly spread further from each other. She ran her whole hand roughly from clit to ass and I

almost cam right then. I could feel now the ropes around my midsection would keep me from squirming away from whatever sensations she had in mind.

She stood in front of me now, hands on her hips, admiring me like a work of art. She smiled with achievement at my positioning and bent down to kiss me hard on the lips like she was claiming me. And I wanted her to claim me.

"Tonight is about stamina, and of course, multiple orgasms, remember your safe word, you can use it at any time and everything will stop ok?" she was serious now and it only turned me on more as I accepted.

"Yes, mistress," my voice was so husky I almost didn't recognize it. She went back behind me and I heard her rustling around again. I was anxious to see what she was doing but the lack of visibility I think was part of the hype. I heard a click and then felt my brain cease.

The section that was holding my lower hips up starting vibrating. It was directly on my clit but it was close enough that I could feel my bud responding right away. I had to remind myself to breath as another surprise slap came down on my ass. Then three more. Each one felt like she was shoving a dildo in me. It was a mix between pain and height of pleasure. Then she grabbed both cheeks and spread them apart harshly. I could feel her breath on my pussy as I wished I could push myself back onto her mouth but I couldn't move an inch. She lightly slapped my lips and I swear I had a small orgasm at the contact. She licked me finally from clit to asshole and I shook as much as I could tied up.

I heard more motion and whined at the loss of her touch. Then I felt something touch my entrance ever so slightly but not move any further. Then I understood what the other levers and bars were for from back there. Slowly, almost painfully, I felt a dildo push its way inside me. I screamed out in pleasure before it was even fully in. My toes curled and my hands wanted to make fists. It pushed further inside me than I ever thought something could go. That paired with the still vibrating pulse on my lower belly and my brain no longer had thoughts. The huge dildo was slipping in and out now, clearly covered in my own juices.

It started to pick up pace and I could hear the sloshing of it entering and exiting my pussy. I groaned and had to make sure I kept breathing. I had completely forgotten that Browning was even in the room. But when I saw her my heart soared too. She was doing this to me, and I never wanted it to stop. And it didn't. It settled on a pace that was just enough to produce the squishing my juices still. I moaned again, my eyes fluttering closed, even though all I wanted to do was keep the enthralled hypnotic smile on Browning's face.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that," she knelt in front me now, taking my face in a forceful kiss that made me want to die right there. I could feel her moaning too at the contact. I then felt something soft slide over my face as she tied it behind my head. She put a blindfold on me.

I couldn't tell how long it had been but I was covered in sweat now as this machine knew just how to stay at a pace that wouldn't give me release. The added senses heightened with my loss of sight. I didn't know how I wasn't cumming more between the pulsing on my lower stomach and the huge dildo sloshing in and out. I had no idea where Browning was and although I wanted to share this moment with her more personally, I knew she was there enjoying herself just as much if not more than me. I felt a breath on my ear before I heard her speak.

"We are going to try something new, but I think you will love the orgasm you've been hovering around. Remember your safeword," I thought it was a little silly that she kept bringing it back up but it also warmed my heart and calmed my soul down more than I wanted to admit.

"As the dildo slowed down, I felt another one press up against my asshole. I had never done anal before, but I was so deperate for release I was willing to try anything right now.

"Just remember to relax, it is going to hurt, but then it will feel good, so, so, good," I could hear her own arousal as the dildo slowly pushed its way inside my ass. I instinctively wanted to pull away but I was immobile to. She was right, it hurt, I felt tears burning my eyes and I was thankful for the blindfold. I didn't want to disappoint her and more than I trusted her that it would stop hurting soon. It felt like minutes but was probably combined less than one before the whole length of the dildo was inside of me. It fought with the dildo in my pussy every other pulse. When it finally reached depth, the one inside my pussy stopped, I was now full in both holes as my walls contracted around both but my orgasm was ripped away when they stopped. I had never been so turned on and frustrated at the same time.

Suddenly there was a hand on my mouth pushing it open. I obliged quickly not caring what was happening if it got the dildos to start moving again. I felt another dildo in my mouth, although this one felt different than the other two inside me. The one in my mouth started moving in and out slowly, tickling the back of my throat and threatening to choke me. I was about to protest when both dildos slid all the way out of me slowly. I felt like a piece of my newly found heaven went with them as I whimpered at the one in my mouth. I felt a hand on my cheek stroking it, "That's it baby, you sure know how to pick them Browning." I didn't know who was speaking but it was clear it was their dick in my mouth and not a dildo. I had given blowjobs before but I never enjoyed them. I was about to speak around the dick when both dildos thrust back into me simultaneously.

I screamed in pleasure at the action as the vibrating below my stomach picked up a notch. I felt like I was straddling a jackhammer. Except I was being jackhammered in all three ends. That thought alone sent me over the edge as both dildos pumped in and out of my quickly now. I was grateful once again for the bonds that held me because I lost complete control of my body then. Evern centimeter of me shook as much as it could in place. The man in my mouth burst along with me. As his member came out of my mouth I swallowed then took in deep breaths waiting for the slowly shaky come down. But I was in no such luck.

The dildos pumping in and out of me didn't stop, not for one moment. I didn't even finish coming down from an orgasm when I felt another, larger one boil to the surface. I screamed as I squirted all over myself and the machine. Browning was suddenly in front of me with both hands on my cheeks.

"Remember your safe word, keep breathing," she was calm in this moment when I felt like I had no control over anything. It was the longest orgasm I had ever had. I was starting to come down again when another one flexed through me as I felt every single bind dig into me as my body throttled itself again. My toes curled and wouldn't let go. There was no way that even running the longest marathon, twice, was as taxing as this machine. I was coming down again for what time I couldn't even count anymore. I took in another large breath as I squirted all over myself again. I never thought feeling this slutty could feel so good. As my body came to the end of that orgasm I felt a huge cramp hitting my calf from my toes curling.

"Snowman!" I couldn't help but scream out. Not two seconds later, everything stopped and the dildos came out slowly.

"Breath baby, keep taking deep breaths," I could hear Browning as she took off the binds on my legs first and worked the cramp with her hands. It was almost as pleasurable as an orgams. It helped that my juices had lubricated my skin like message oil. When my leg stopped flexing, she undid the ties on my torso then hands so fast, I felt weak for having been held down by something so easily undone. She took off the blind fold then helped me up with both hands. I could barely stand and once the contraption wasn't between us, she lifted me off my feet and carried me. My arms clung around her as I burrowed into her neck. Her scent and her strength were anchors to my sanity right now.

"Sh baby it's ok, here drink," she laid me on the bed, never pulling my arms from around her but producing a straw in front of me. I drank greedily until the need to breath took over again. She laid beside me stroking my face and neck gently while cooing quietly. I pulled her towards me and put our foreheads together, I was still breathing heavy and she was still petting me all over.

"That was," I had to stop for a breath, "the greatest thing," I wanted to say ever, but for some reasons tears sprang to my eyes without thought.

"Hey you're ok, I've got you, she rolled me on top of her and squeezed me tight as I clung onto her for help.

"What's," I sniffled between a sob, "happening, I was happy, this is happy, why do I feel hollow now? That was the greatest moment of my life why do I feel like I wanna die now?" I was so confused and vulnerable and overcome with sadness, but I didn't feel sad.

"Well," she rolled us again so she could wrap herself around me from behind and rested her head on my shoulder as she continued, her warm breath another calming factor.

"Sometimes when you get to extreme highs, especially suddenly or without practice, your body can think it needs to equilibrate, and it will go just as low as it was high. I have never seen it happen this dramatically to someone before who wasn't already familiar with it. I'm sorry I should have talked to you about it, but no one," I could feel her tears hitting my shoulder and parts of my hair now. It made me feel worse that I was also making her sad now too. "No one, has even given themselves to me so easily before, never trusted me so much," I couldn't tell if her sadness was reminiscing or slight joy. I clutched the parts of her wrapped around me harder in acknowledgement and begrudging satisfaction. I didn't want her to be sad, but having her admit that this was an experience for her as emotional as it was for me, was something I knew I would never forget, and nothing else had ever made me happier.