Puppy Puddles
My name is Puddles and I am a good puppy slave girl. I was not always like this however. I used to be Amber, and I was a teacher at the local college when all this began and forever changed my life. I went from being a results driven, focused science teacher into a total slave pet and willing slut. It was a journey I would never have imagined myself taking, and one which I am so happy to have experienced. I was 28 when it all began. I had always considered myself pretty without really thinking I was beautiful. I was a bit too short for my tastes at five foot three and maybe had a few pounds to lose in the hips. My long hair was blonde and worn braided down to my mid back. I wore glasses over my pretty blue eyes. Sadly the few extra pounds in the hips would have been well served in my bra as my chest was a modest 32B.
It all started this past August when classes finally resumed after a long layoff. The pandemic and summer break meant I had not seen any of my students since late March and many new faces greeted me when I finally returned. I was shocked to see how much turnover there had been and frankly a little saddened too that so many had not returned. I guess it's not easy when life throws you this kind of a curveball. I also know several students had gone into healthcare seeing how the pay and conditions had been increased in that field.
My group, which had been a sizable one of almost 30 was now down to 14 students and half of those were new. I noticed Vanessa right away. She was a tall girl with cute pink hair and a pair of deep dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle as if she was enjoying a joke only she was privy to. She had the breasts to match her height, with a pair of tits which I was sure got her noticed every time she entered a room. She had a piercing in her nose and another in her lower lip, as well as several others on her sexy body I was more than sure.
I surprised myself with such thoughts. I had certainly already noticed that some of my students were attractive, some I might have even called sexy. This was the first time I had ever wondered what one of my students bodies might look like under her clothes. I shook the thought from my head and focused on teaching the class. After a few minutes I managed to focus on the class and the rest of the class went by quite nicely.
Over the next few weeks though, thoughts of Vanessa kept creeping into my mind. I would imagine her nude, wondering what her body was like. It also seemed like her outfits became more and more alluring, showing off her cleavage or long shapely legs. Some of them bordered on being unacceptable in a school environment. It was almost as if she sensed my interest. I would be eagerly awaiting my Monday and Tuesday morning group to be able to see what the latest fuel to my fantasies would be. Then in the fifth week of class Vanessa was absent, I almost felt betrayed. It was a strange feeling to be so taken aback by a student's absence.
Vanessa missed the next week too, as well as the one after. By this third week I was a wreck. I was wondering why she was not in class. I asked around with some colleagues and learned she was still in school, and that she actually lived in one of the small dorms on campus. Being a small local college most students lived at home and commuted in. The dorms only housed a few dozen students at most.
When Vanessa did not show up for her classes the next week again, I decided to go and see what was up for myself. Something about this girl had me obsessing over her. I wanted to know why she was missing classes, I wanted to know if everything was all right with her studies. But really I just wanted to see her again. I tried to justify wanting this to myself with academic or social reasons but deep down, I wanted to see her because I was obsessed.
Class was on Monday and Tuesday, two days a week. I managed to hold off until Thursday evening before I found myself standing outside her dorm. I was dressed in blue jeans and a gray parka over a black flutter top with a pair of black suede boots. I paused outside her dorm and asked myself what I was doing here. She was a grown woman and allowed to attend classes or not, it was her own decision. I told myself over and over that I should leave and head back home.
I did not of course and soon I was walking through the dorm on my way to her room. Of course it would be on the top floor and the furthest one down the corridor, I thought. Why was I so nervous? I was just a professor looking in on a student who had been missing classes for the last three weeks. Was it because all my fantasies lately had been fueled by thoughts of the sexy punk girl and all the things I would love to do to her?
I was just thinking this as I approached her dorm room and started to panic a little. I had no idea what I was doing or why I was doing it. I turned to leave when suddenly the door opened behind me and I heard her soft voice "Miss Stewart? Is that you?" I turned back and saw Vanessa, she was leaning against her door frame in a pair of blue short shorts and a small black crop top which hugged her beautiful breasts so beautifully. Her shorts showcased her long, slender, well-toned legs, all the way down to her pretty bare feet as she stood there looking at me. Her right leg was bare except for a snake curled around a golden dagger on her calf and a small silver ankle chain. Her left thigh was a virtual canvas of demons and angels dancing together, some kissing even. It was truly a work of art and very beautiful.
I looked at her dressed like this and swallowed, nodding weakly. I tried to speak but my voice seemed to crack as I looked for the words "Va-Vanessa... Is everything al-al-alright?" I asked. I had not stammered since high school but seeing her like this had me confused and flustered. However I had expected this meeting to go, this was not it. She had me off balance and already trying to find my footing in this encounter.
She smiled widely, flashing her perfect white teeth at me and simply said "Would you like to come in for a moment? I suppose you are here to talk about the fact that I have not been attending classes over the last few weeks." She turned and walked back into the dorm room, leaving the door slightly ajar as an invitation to me. I hesitated a few seconds and walked forth, pushing the door fully open and closing it behind me. I could sense my heart beating like a drum in my chest as I turned to face her, distractedly removing the parka as I did so.
I planned to ask her why she was not in classes the last few weeks, I wanted to know if everything was alright in her life. I wanted to ask if she needed help with anything. I just stood there, mouth agape as I looked around the room. It had a small wooden table and stove, with a small counter, two cupboards and a small sink in the part of the room which served as the kitchen. A couch dominated the far end of the room with a large flat screen TV hanging in front of it on a wall mount, and a large wooden desk was set beneath it. But what really caught my attention was the large king size bed to my right, or rather what was on the king sized bed.
The bed was covered in a black bedspread with a red bed skirt underneath, the pillowcases being black with red trim on them. On the bed, in plain sight for anyone to see (which of course in this situation meant me) was a bright pink harness with a thick pink rubber cock next to it. A red and black flogger rested next to it, My eyes kept wandering back and forth to it as I tried to looked at Vanessa standing before me. Her lips were moving but my brain did not seem to be registering the words which were coming out of her mouth at the moment.
"Is everything alright Miss Stewart?" she asked me with a slight smile, drawing my attention back to her. I nodded as I felt a lump in my throat and tried to act casual about it, as if this was something every college professor sees regularly. I slowly turned my eyes back to meet hers.
My voice sounded a little strained as I answered shakingly "Y-y-yes of course Vanessa. I was just really worried when I did not see you in class." I was having a hard time but forced myself to focus back on her and the situation. Her smile was disarming and I forced myself to relax a little.
She moved closer and I could suddenly smell her intoxicating perfume. She kept approaching and I found myself thinking this was a lot closer than a student and her professor should be. My head kept spinning and my mind wandered back to the toys I had seen on her bed, wondering why they were out, if she had been using them before I got her and if so on who. I blushed deeply as I wondered this and felt my throat going dry.
She smirked as she approached and looked into my eyes, causing me to blush deeply. How on earth did she get so close and how did she smell so good. Her eyes held a playful smile as she said in her soft voice "I did not quit but I have to admit I much prefer learning in private than in a busy classroom." Her hand came up and brushed my arm softly as she said this and I shivered, holding back a moan which would have betrayed my arousal.
Her words, her touch and the sights I had seen on her bed did it to me. I had never felt so aroused and I leaned in to kiss her, but my lips were met by her finger held up between us. "Amber, this is hardly proper at all you know. I am a student and you are my professor, this could be seen as an abuse of authority on your part" I whimpered weakly, aroused beyond reason and not really caring about my position as a professor at the moment. A part of me was appalled, wondering what had become of the confident in control woman I normally am.
She brought her hand under my chin and moved her lips forth until they were barely an inch from mine. I could smell the faint odor of marijuana on her breath as she whispered "Of course if I was the one to be in the position of authority, no one could say a thing now could they, pet?" I was shocked. Had she just called me pet? Why were those words so arousing to me? Why did I feel like my whole body was on fire just being so close to her?
