07

The Former Student

Part 1

The universe was conspiring against him Martin thought as he saw the email notification pop up on his phone. The name of the sender burned into his eyes, his brain unhelpfully adding the honorific that it had bestowed on her. Yes, he had been very unwise and weak to create the situation in which he found himself in but he hadn't known that he would ever see that name come back into his world.

Martin knew his weakness well, Japanese femdom... There was just something about watching cute, young Japanese women boss around and abuse men twice their size for fun. Watching the videos made his flesh crawl with the shared humiliation of the men on the screen and made his cock twitch. But it was just a harmless fetish that he knew he would never have the guts to act on in real life. Besides it was healthy for the prostate to masturbate frequently so it was his dirty secret that no one, except his internet provider and google of course, knew about.

Well it was a little dangerous given he taught university classes that often had multiple cute Japanese women in them. But he was very firm about it. He never thought about his students that way. No matter how cute they were, no matter how scanty the clothing the normal university student wore these days; there was a solid barrier between his real life and his fantasy life. This was really helped by the student, professor dynamic... he had the power of grades to hold over their heads and in response the deferential way they acted towards him was light years away from the way the woman he fantasised about treated him in his thoughts as he lay stroking his cock each night.

Reiko had been different. Brilliant but volatile. She had seemed bored with the course at times, forgetting to turn in assignments, missing quizzes but had aced every test she had bothered to write. One of those academic stars that was clearly destined for a bright future if she could figure out how to play within the system long enough to get there.

Reiko didn't seem to care about marks so there wasn't any deference paid to him as the instructor. She often seemed offended by the subjectivity of the course material, often demanding more proof or examples for lecture content. She seemed determined to find holes in the logic of each lecture, which there were lots... the course was being taught at the second year level so there was a fair amount of hand waving to paper over the gaps in the simple theories that were being presented.

Martin enjoyed the classroom participation of course. Nothing was more soul crushing than spending three hours expositing on economics to a room filled with hundreds of students and never hearing a peep in return. Any words spoken from students were precious gifts to be cherished and treated with great care in the hopes that it would spark even more students to raise their eyes from surfacing the internet on their laptops and actually take part in their education.

However, it was frustrating at times being forced to defend the shoddy logic of the course to an insightful student. Martin would love to be able to have an actual conversation with her in the classroom, explain to her clearly how the problems she had seen actually were problems and that was why this material was only taught in undergrad courses. These were meant to simply be the first steps in building up to much more complicated models in grad school that would reflect her stated concerns. But those models would require a lot more math and a general understanding of agent's optimisation for a student to have any hope of comprehending them. And this course didn't even have a prerequisite for calculus.

So he was stuck in front of the class, moving lines around on graphs and proclaiming fuzzy statements with lots of weasel words instead of writing out the math that would nail down exactly what would happen in the economy. While this cute Japanese woman attacked him over and over again with logic he couldn't refute. Because he knew that as soon as he actually gave ground and started talking about the exceptions to the models in response to her questions then that was the only thing a decent percentage of the class would remember on tests. He needed to give them simple truths for simple minds at this point in their undergraduate careers. Those that stuck with the field and displayed some ability would be told in the future that most of what he was saying was nonsense, but that they had needed to learn it in order to understand the much more complicated truth.

He could hardly use the 'lies to children' model of education to defend the lecture material so it made for some very rough moments when he was frantically searching for some way to refute a particularly insightful attack from the lovely Reiko. He could only use the dodge of 'the math is too complicated for me to get into at this level' so many times before it started to sound like he didn't know what he was talking about. 'I would be happy to discuss this after class but it doesn't fall within the course content' worked a bit but that led to long discussions with this spirited vixen in an empty classroom late at night ... Not a situation a professor wanted to be in, especially not with an erection beginning to form in their trousers.

He was sure she wasn't being intentionally rude, probably just being on the autistic spectrum somewhere and not being great about picking up social cues. But no amount of yawning, sorting his lecture papers and erasing the board would give her the hint that it was time to go home and stop pestering her poor professor. It had always been his policy to stay after class as long as there were students asking questions but there were limits... he needed sleep unlike these teenagers that just needed to blink their eyes a few times and be ready for another night of partying.

It began to feel like she was holding him hostage after class. That she wasn't going to let him leave until he had satisfied her and bowed to her arguments. And as soon as he started to think about it that way, his mind was merrily skipping along the path to other ways she would make him satisfy her and the punishment she would inflict if his efforts weren't pleasing to her. Some nights he would awkwardly walk back to his car, his erection bumping up against the briefcase held in front of his crotch in an attempt to shield it from her view... because of course she followed him all the way to his car. Stridently arguing and pestering him all the way. Sometimes he was almost thought she was going to get into the passenger seat to continue the argument before he could drive away...

He didn't think about what he would do if that was to happen. Whenever the possibility popped up in his mind it quickly led to fantasies of being ordered to drive her home like an obedient chauffeur. She would casually reach over and begin teasing his hard cock through his trousers as he drove. She would begin explaining how he had been a bad boy and that she knew just how to train bad boys into being good boys for their owner. His mind wove stories of whips and chains and chastity cages, being trained like a dog by this diminutive woman that was becoming a larger and larger part of his life. So he tried very hard to avoid thinking about it... surely she wouldn't ever do that right?

Still he wondered if she ever thought about the power differentials, as she stood beside his car in an empty parking lot at midnight raising her voice as she launched yet another question (yes, class had ended two hours ago but she was still not satisfied). There was little light, no cameras, no witnesses and she was badgering a man twice her size, a respected professor whose word would be believed over hers if he decided to rape her over the trunk of his car. Wasn't she the least bit afraid?

She certainly didn't show it. If anything he was probably even more afraid than she would have been. There were no witnesses to protect him if she decided to send an email to the dean's office accusing him of touching her or saying something that could be interpreted as sexual harassment. Of course no one would definitely believe her... he wouldn't be fired of for sure... not based on the accusation of one student. But it would always haunt his career, people wouldn't be totally sure that he hadn't abused his position in a moment of indiscretion. They would look at the beautiful Reiko and think it was possible that his self-control had snapped for an instant and he had reached out and touched that amazing body that her scanty clothes displayed for the world to see. (Seriously, did she always go straight to the club after each class because why else would she show so much of that flawlessly smooth skin?) Promotion possibilities would dry up, other universities would decide that they just didn't want to risk it leaking out that they hired a professor that had been accused of sexual harassment in this day and age. His career would just wither away based upon her word.

Standing in the parking lot, wanting to leave but not wanting to offend her. Trying to hide his shameful erection he wondered if she knew just how much power she had over him. He wondered what she would do if she did know. Other students would just go for marks but not Reiko-sama, she was far above those mere trifles. No she would use that power to get something more satisfying for her. He just knew that she would make him submit to her arguments, make him admit that she was right and he was wrong. Admit that this young student had bested the old professor in wisdom and knowledge.

With that he jumped in the car and quickly drove off before his mind weakened further. Fuck, this was the first time he had applied the sama label of respect to Reiko... Reiko that was her name. He was the superior in this relationship. He wasn't chained at her feet, leashed and collared like a dog for her amusement. He was her superior if anything. Sama was the title that the men in the videos he watched used as they begged and pleaded with the beautiful women that teased and punished them. The ones that stroked the men's big cocks just to the edge of orgasm before cruelly denying them release with joyful glee. The ones that whipped and beat their men for the slightest mistake, for daring to disagree with anything they said. The ones that made their men earn their orgasms through acts of service and humiliation. With as mind like hers he knew that Reiko would be so ingenious at finding ways to shame and degrade her professor once she had him chained and caged.

Martin shook his head sharply trying to drive those thoughts out of his head and focus on the road. But it was to no avail so he soon found himself pulling over to the side of the road, masturbating fervidly into a Kleenex as he strove to find a video on his phone that would drive Reiko out of his thoughts. He laughed sheepishly afterwards as the scent of his cum filled the car, the sharp edge of his hunger had been sated, replaced with embarrassment at jerking of in his car like a teenager. He looked at the video playing on his phone for a minute before closing it, erasing the woman from the screen as she brought a whip slashing down onto a defenceless man. He knew she didn't compare at all to Reiko... Reiko was too beautiful to do porn. No, she would marry some rich man and have him cater to her every whim, eager to do anything just to earn a rare smile from her blessed lips.

That was the moment he realised just how much a threat this kitsune was going to be. She had breached all those defences he had put in place to keep the naughty thoughts at bay when he taught. But he swore to himself that he would be able to handle it. Thoughts were one thing but it would certainly never actually progress beyond that.

Well he soon realised how troublesome just thoughts could be after he had to finish one lecture by standing behind the lecture for the last 10 minutes because something in one of Reiko's questions had sparked an erection that was very obviously bulging out of his pants. It was nice to know that he could still get it up without any problem at his age but dammit he had thought those days of having to frequently readjust his cock in his pants to avoid social embarrassment during his teenage years had passed long ago. It was things like that the lucky ones with small cocks never thought about when they bemoaned their predicament.

So he began jerking off in his office before class. Draining his balls to keep some semblance of self-control. It worked but it was an admission of defeat. Reiko had more power of his cock than he did. She was already controlling him even if she didn't know it.

Martin's fetish began a raging addiction as he tried to find some porn star to eclipse Reiko from his mind. Someone whose diminutive body and angelic voice would prove so addictive that his fantasies would centre only on them and not the forbidden fruit that was taking up even more of his time. His porn consumption skyrocket as he kept trying to find some fetish, some woman, some idea that would keep him from thinking about Reiko as he shot his load into yet another Kleenex.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. It just gave his mind even more fuel for fantasies about how Reiko-sama would use and abuse him for her pleasure. So he decided to declare a retreat. Fantasies were OK right. Nothing wrong with fantasies. But he wouldn't act on them of course. Just be a dirty old man lusting after an innocent young girl in his mind, but never letting her know how perverted he was. He just had to make it to the end of the semester and Reiko-sama would disappear from his life just as abruptly as she had entered it. He was sure she would stick around in his thoughts for some time afterwards but soon enough he would be at peace again.

However, Reiko found a new way to monopolise his time. She discovered the office hours he held for another course that he taught and she soon started showing up at his office. She placed her tight ass in the seat across from him, crossed her slim legs which showed off her diminutive feet in the sandals she wore and then began her latest line of questioning on the labour response to inflation uncertainty. Martin decided afterwards that it was using too much brain processing power to keep from staring at her cute toes that twitched and curled as she spoke that made him blunder into recommending a few books for her to read on the subject. He thought there was little harm.... In his long experience with undergrads there were very few that ever read anything he had ever recommended to them. And some of the books were way above the undergraduate level. For once she seemed to be mollified and departed within a socially acceptable time after the office hours ended.

Martin was actually hopeful that maybe he had solved this menace to his peace of mind for the rest of the term. Until the next class when she hit him with a question that had come out of the books that he had recommended. He looked at her as he frantically tried to marshal a response in his head and he saw a mischievous smirk on her face. He wasn't sure if she had always known but now she did, she knew that she was right and he couldn't admit it in front of the class. She was the one with all the power in this classroom, this tiny woman whose beauty drew his eyes like a moth to the flame that would burn it to a crisp.

He stammered out some half-nonsensical statement as he tried to get his mind back on economics and off just how beautiful Reiko-sama was in her moment of triumph over him. The swelling in his trousers became a more pressing issue and he tried to nonchalantly hurry back to the safety of the lectern on the other side of the classroom as her angelic voice contemptuously rebutted his false logic.

Once back behind the safety of the wooden privacy shield he could think clearly and decided to admit to what Reiko-sama had so artfully stated.

'As your colleague so rightfully pointed out, there are a few complications on the application of this theory that are a bit beyond the scope of this course so I won't get into the details during the lecture. I would however be more than happy to discuss it after class with those that are interested.'

Reiko-sama smirk grew even wider as she basked in her victory over him. Out of site of the class, he carefully reached down and rearranged his rock hard cock so it ran straight up under his waistband. For the rest of the class, every step he took rubbed his jeans up and down across it. Keeping him stiff, reminding him of his verbal submission to the beautiful goddess that watched him like a hawk stares at its prey before it strikes. He was constantly clenched, waiting for her next verbal blow but she was magnanimous in victory and held off more punishment until the end of class.

After class a few students hung around for 10 minutes or so but they were completely lost in the discussion Reiko began. She had clearly read at least some of the books he had recommended but hadn't completely understood them. It was actually a joy to have a proper discussion on economics with this gifted beauty and Martin quickly lost track of time. Thankfully his erection had subsided when his brain had focused on academic pursuits and for once it was an easy walk back to his car, although later than normal. The normalcy was shattered when Reiko dropped into the passenger seat beside him. He glanced up startled.

'Drop me off at the residence on Queens and Dundas' was her only words of explanation before she started into another discussion point on present-bias. Martin obediently did as she said, half expecting her hand to move over to his crotch to assert her ownership of him. He was very aware that his pants were showing blatantly that his cock had stirred back to life as soon as real life had diverted into his fantasy world. He hoped that she didn't notice in the dimly lit car and began to sweat as he gamely tried to keep up with her line of reasoning while his brain strove for any sign that she had noticed his sexual arousal. Belatedly he realised that it was probably too late for buses to be running so she had commandeered a ride. He chastised himself for not offering, if Reiko-sama hadn't been forthright enough to take what she wanted then she might have had to walk alone on these streets in the dark... a beautiful angel shouldn't risk herself like that.

He dutifully pulled into a parking space in front of the residence building but Reiko-sama continued to lay out her reasoning as his cock ached with desire for her to notice it and his mind hoped for her to remain ignorant of her effect on her professor. Finally, he managed to insert a suggestion that she read a certain chapter of a previously mentioned book which succeeded in freeing him from this misery. She departed without a word.

He watched her enter the building, already missing the joy of her presence but so glad that he could now reach into his pants and address his strident cock which had been throbbing as she spoke. It was so risky doing this in such a public place but he couldn't stop himself. Her enchanting scent still lingered in the air, driving him on and making his orgasm feel so amazing as his cum spurted into his boxers.

He drove home in the aftermath. Cum turning cold and feeling disgusting on his skin. Recriminations at having masturbated almost in public. Wondering if Reiko-sama had noticed his erect cock when she was in the car. Disappointed that she hadn't acknowledged it, hadn't asserted her dominance of him. It must be all in his mind? She was just an innocent woman blissfully unaware of the evil thoughts that lurked in the dark recesses of her professor's mind. Once again he swore to never act on his thoughts.

That night his trawls through the internet of porn turned up IPX-232. The story of a student that looked a bit like Reiko-sama, that knew just how her body affected her professor and used it to entrap him in a web of domination under he was her obedient toy. Martin rubbed his cock to countless orgasms that night, wishing that he could understand Japanese so he could know exactly what was said to entrap the poor professor. He imagined Reiko-sama translating for him, watching as he stroked his cock to every word that she spoke. He wondered if she would punish him for his porn habits or would she be glad that he was training himself to be an obedient servant for her once she decided to claim him.