I wake up to find the professor still sleeping below me. I don't know for how long I've slept on him. It's pitch black outside. I roll over beside him. He's peaceful in sleep. His toned chest rises and falls like the ocean waves as he breathes. He smells like freshly burned rocks. His strong arms that carried me here bulge from his figure. I'm overcome by a desire to please him; to make him happy. I don't care if it's indecent. I take his limp cock in my hand and kiss it. I wrap my mouth round it. I pull and tug on it in my mouth as he grows inside me. I roll my tongue round his cock. He looks at me.
"That's a nice way to wake up" he says half awake.
"Uh-uh" is all that I can manage. He's completely hard now. He relaxes back on the pillow as I caress him. I blob my head in and out of his length. I take his balls in my mouth, wetting them with my mouth as I stroke him. This is what I want to do. He's my master and I want to please him.
My professor strokes my hair with his strong hand. I'm sitting on one of his legs and I can feel my pussy dripping. He bucks and I feel he's about to come. I wrap my mouth around him and blow him harder. He comes in my mouth, grunting. I swallow as much as I can. Some of it flows on his dick and his balls. I clean him with my mouth, looking at him for approval. He pulls me up to his mouth and kisses me. I am delighted that I can please him.
He pinches my ass and I squeak.
"Let's get cleaned up. We have a lot to discuss," he smiles at me.
He carries me in his arms again to a huge bathroom. There's a shower enclosed in a glass compartment. He takes me inside it and stands me up. He fiddles with the shower buttons for a while and after adjusting it to the right temperature, he asks me to join him. I am under the shower and he's bathing me! He lathers me with soaps I don't even know exist. The aroma of orchids fills the shower and there's steam everywhere. I can't even see him clearly. But I know he's there when his hands brush my neck. I know he's there when he massages by back. His strong hands have become delicate all of a sudden, their only motive seemingly is to relax me. He follows every stroke of his hands with little kisses, melting me. The savage who wanted to fuck my brains out is now an angel taking care of me.
"You're beautiful everywhere Elizabeth," he praises me as he washes my feet.
Oh, I've never felt sexier. I've never felt anything like this before, come to think of it. He runs his hand up and reaches my pussy. He teases me, flicking my clit, but refrains from doing anything else.
Oh, come on!
After what has certainly been the best shower of my life, he takes a towel and dries me. He seems to have showered in the process because he smells wonderful. He throws the towel away and leads me to the bedroom. He puts on a shirt and some ash colored jammies. I search for my clothes but remember they're outside somewhere. He notices me and grins
"You don't get to wear anything"
Oh, I don't want to!
"Come on," we head out to the hallway as his hands rest where they belong - on my ass.
He sits on the rose wood sofa. I take the chair opposite to him but he interrupts,
"Here, Ms. Elizabeth," he says patting his right thigh. I sit on his lap facing him, my pussy kissing his jammies and my legs on either side of his thigh.
"So, why did you join the forum?" he asks.
"I wanted to be a part of you people" I reply
"What do you know about us?"
"I know that people are spanked and dominated"
"That's part of it, but there's a lot more," he chuckles and adds
"BDSM stands for Bondage, Dominance, Sadism and Masochism"
I can see why you're a professor.
He continues:
"what do you like Elizabeth?"
"I like it when you... when you command me" I say hesitantly.
"So, you are a submissive. You like to be dominated," he observes
Yeah! Now, do that. God!
"Do you like being hit?" the tease has begun and I'm already wet. His pants are wet where they meet my crotch.
"Yes" I reply lowering my head.
"Do you like to be humiliated, Ms. Elizabeth?" he says fondling my nipples. I can see the tent in his pants.
"I...I don't know" I'm dripping. He sees this and a smile blossoms on his face. He takes his finger reaches my pussy. I get up slightly to accommodate him. He inserts it in me and I sit on it.
"Would you, in a scene, want to be my slave?" he's circling his finger inside my pussy.
"Yes... Yes... please" I moan, my eyes closed.
"I will - in a scene - hit you, abuse you, Ms. Elizabeth. Are you sure you want to be my slave?" his other hand is on my nipples, teasing it.
"Yes... professor," I grind against his finger, intoxicated by the whole scene.
"You will obey all my commands in a scene" he growls, squeezing my nub harder. I whimper while I answer
"Yes... professor"
"Are we in a scene now?" his words are more of a grunt now.
"Oh please, yes. Yes, we're in a scene," I say grinding harder.
He removes his finger and asks me to get up. He undresses completely.
"Let's go to the dungeon, kitten," he says with an evil smile on his face.
Kitten! That's what he's named me. I'm his kitten!
He grips me by my hair, leading me downstairs. It hurts just enough for me to enjoy it. We descend a several steps before he stops. He switches the lights on and I take a few seconds to process what's in front of me.
It's a brightly lit room with a king sized bed in the center of the far end of the room. There are two stands with various devices suspended from them. I don't recognize any. There's a huge chair across the bed. To my right, I see an open shelf full of ropes and handcuffs. The thought of my professor using these on me makes me shudder with excitement.
"What do you think, kitten?" professor asks.
"I like it professor," I purr.
We walk up to the bed. I don't know what he plans on doing with me as he motions me to get on it.
"Kitten, I want you on all fours" he commands, spanking me. I like it. I assume the position looking into his eyes.
I'm on all fours, just like a kitten - for my professor.
"Do you know why you are in this position?" he asks.
"Because I'm your kitten, professor," I reply with no shame. I like my professor. I want to do everything to please him.
"Good," he grins, adding
"And what does my kitten want?"
"I want to be yours, professor. I want you to humiliate me, give me pain, give my joy; I want you to own me." I say, meaning every word of it.
He pulls the chair towards him and sits down crossing his legs.
"Turn around" he orders.
I obey him without question. I'm still embarrassed about being so... naked around him. But it also excites me to no end. My vulnerability to this man drives my pussy crazy. I know I'm leaking on to my thighs. The anticipation of unexpected pain or pleasure gives me the thrills.
"Spread your legs wider."
I do as he asks.
"Open your pussy for daddy, kitte-"
Holy fuck!
I just heard 'daddy'. He wants to be my daddy? That's so... wrong. And yet it feels so good. I want him to be my daddy. I want him to be my daddy. Daddy - it just sounds perfect.
Slap!
"Oh god" I scream in pain as he hits me on the corner of my ass. This isn't his hand, it's different.
"Don't you dare turn around. I asked you to do something," he roars. I can feel the anger on his face even though I can't see him.
"Yes" I whimper. I reach for my pussy with one my right han-
