"Holy fuck, Professor!" She was staring at me, weak and out of breath. "Who the fuck
are you?
"
I smiled, removing the chain from around her neck. "You can get dressed now. And, as we discussed, I'm simply your college professor. Nothing more." I undid the chain from around her waist to unlock the upper cabinet. Her breathing was still strained but calming down. The aroma from her sex was intoxicating; or maybe I was feeling the effect of the last couple of drinks. She held onto my arm with one hand while she tried to pull her underwear up.
"Isn't there any place to sit down?" She looked at me like I was responsible for the design of the anteroom. She bent down and maneuvered her clothing up her legs, her breasts remaining bare. It was hot and moist in the room, and I could feel my dick swelling slightly. I stopped her, putting my hands on her shoulder.
"Look at me, cunt. Yes. That's right. Just because we're not in there, doesn't mean you aren't in training. You will treat me with respect appropriate to your professors when we're out there," I nodded to the bar, away from the club, "but you must remember what you are and what is being expected of you."
She looked up at me and realized I was dead serious, shifting her gaze down and then back up, and down again. "I'm sorry, Professor. I...this is a lot to process. I'm not...I wasn't...I didn't expect Car to do this to me..." She stopped and put her hand to her mouth and looked back up at me. "Shit! Do you think she set this up from the beginning? My flashing you, the first picture?" She looked back down, shaking her head. "Motherfucker."
"You understand you are not to play with yourself. No toys, no slipping your fingers into your wet cunt when you're taking a shower. No rubbing against the sheets at night. I want you to remember the insert. I want you to remember the sheer sensuality of being stimulated only through your skin." She nodded, her hands at her sides, her nipples still stiff and erect. "Okay, enough for one night. Finish up and we'll have a nightcap out there."
I handed her her blouse and let her finish dressing before opening the door, careful not to bump anyone who might be in the hallway.
I grabbed an open table and invited her to sit. Shirley was there before our butts touched our seats. "Some grappa, Shirley. This cunt needs a drink."
Shirley smiled and winked at Tee before she turned. Tee looked at me, furious. "What??? You aren't going to talk that way to me out here???" She was embarrassed at being exposed.
I nodded. "Shirley is an employee of the club. She knows what you're going through. You may want to make friends with her, actually. She's been through this not too long ago."
Tee just shook her head and looked around. Her eyes stopped on the guy in tousled clothes, still sitting at the bar. "And I suppose he really is a millionaire?" She looked back at me.
I nodded. "Yep. Practically runs the place."
She knocked the grappa back in one toss, and nearly coughed it all back up. "What the fuck is that shit?" She kept coughing through my answer.
"...and it's expensive, so the next time, maybe you want to try sipping it."
Still recovering, she looked back up at me from under her eyebrows. "What the fuck is going on in there?"
I shrugged. Where to begin? "First off, it's a club, that's obvious, right?"
She rolled her eyes and looked at her empty glass. I motioned to Shirley to give her another.
"I'm a member. There are about 100 members at any time...different levels of membership..." As interesting as it was to me, I'm sure she didn't need to know all the ins and outs of club membership. Still, a few details were going to be important for her to know. "Like most exclusive clubs, full membership is difficult to achieve, but associate membership is relatively easy, depending on an individual's...passion? Dedication?" I took a sip. "Associate membership is one path to full membership.
"To become an associate member, you must apply for an apprenticeship." I watched her shiver, no doubt at the memory of those naked apprentices she'd glimpsed, not to mention the personal service I'd received. "But even then, you have to have an invitation from a full member." We sipped in silence for a few moments, she staring at me and around the room, me thinking about the upcoming mid-term I was delivering this week.
"What am I?" That hint of anger. Sweet.
"You are a trainee. You have willingly and voluntarily decided to let go of your own agency, be my sub, in plain English, in pursuit of your most desired sexual fantasy. That's the primary focus of the club: members pursue their sexual interests and are permitted to bring in outsiders to fulfill those interests."
"Are all..." she hesitated. Maybe she didn't know what question to ask or probably she had too many. "Do all of you...are you all doms? Or are some members subs?"
I laughed softly, shaking my head. "No. Not all members are dominants. But you're right, I only know of a couple who are subs. It's been interesting to watch how that works. But BDSM is really only a portion of the members' interests."
"What is going to happen to me?" From her shivering, I thought she might be afraid, but then it occurred to me she might be feeling angry, like she was being used.
Better nip this in the bud. She's signed up for the ride; she knows how to get off.
"As you've agreed to, you have begun the induction phase of your training. As we discussed, for the next several weeks you'll be my submissive, plain and simple. You'll learn the ins and outs of what is already in your nature. You'll practice how to let go of your needs in service of your master, because you know, deep down, this is what gives you the most pleasure. That and your most secret desire to have all of your holes filled with hard cocks."
She shook her head, looking at her glass, clearing her throat. "I...but...how can you just say that about me? You don't know me. It sounds totally fucked up. Either I'm fucked up for being that way, or you're fucked up for believing I'm that way."
I smiled thinly and nodded: a pretty typical response, and why not? It must sound and feel totally insane. One day you're joking around sexting your professor, and the next you're stripped, blindfolded and made to endure a vibrating dildo for lord knows how long. Who wouldn't question somebody's sanity? And, I reminded myself, she didn't know the extent of Larry's invasion of her privacy.
"It's fundamentally about trust, Tee." My use of her name didn't go unnoticed. "You don't trust me yet, because you haven't gotten to know me. But I know you. I've seen your behavior this term and it's like dozens of other young women, and men, who exhibit a pattern of submission. Let's do a quick check-in: At any moment during the past hour, other than your request to piss, did you feel even close to using your safe word?"
She toyed with her glass, thinking, and then just delaying the obvious. "No, Professor." She stopped and looked at me. "No, not once during the past hour did I feel close to using my safe word...Professor."
"Was it just the sheer novelty of what was happening, or is it an expectation that you'll finally get those cocks in you?"
She looked around, blushing and then back to me, avoiding any direct eye contact. "Please!" She hissed. "Why do you have to say it so loud?"
"And so, you haven't answered, which tells me how much training you really need."
She just shook her head and finished her drink, screwing her face up as it burned down her throat. "Fuck. Fuck. Okay. But, shit. Okay, I've agreed to be your sex toy for the next month or so, and you've promised to make my fantasy come true. But what happens after that? I get my cocks," she lowered her voice, "and then we just pass each other in the halls, la-de-dah?"
The way she talked to me, how she shifted from vulnerable to angry, struck a chord I hadn't felt in years. I didn't let my surprise show, but it made me stop. I covered by finishing my drink. I narrowed my eyes. "First of all, we will pass in the hall
la-de-dah
no matter what, you understand that, right?"
She looked up, afraid at my expression and tone. She nodded, looking back down quickly.
