Author's note: My apologies to the readers for the delay in writing the follow up to this story which I created in 2011. I am grateful to those of you who emailed and encouraged I continue the story of Kristin and submit other stories. I hope this is a good follow up and I appreciate everyone's patience...
Watchdawg
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Chapter 3
It was dark in her dorm room when Kristin returned home. She didn't flip on the light, hoping to avoid waking her roommate Kelly as she used the light from outside to guide her. The soft light from the dorm parking lot was just enough to move around the room.
She disrobed, dropping items of clothing by the bed in a little pile. She winced slightly as she slid her tight jeans down her thighs, still store from the whipping that her lesbian professor had administered just a few hours ago.
As she slid into bed, she reflected on what had transpired. A few days before Kristin Campbell was just another young junior in college, struggling in a course: Statistics. She was a very bright girl but the partying scene had finally caught up with her. That and her attraction to sex which had her spending more time in bars and guy's dorm rooms than in the library studying.
She had heard from other students that her professor, Tracey Wilson, had a thing for lesbian coeds and perhaps she could strike a bargain offering herself for some "extra credit."
Initially, she thought she may have overplayed her hand when Professor Wilson in her office seemed to take offense at the suggestion of exchanging credit for sexual favors. But there was no doubt the beautiful professor had always been interested in the young coed who dressed so sexy and openly flirted with her in class.
Her gamble had paid off with an invitation to the professor's home, secluded several miles away from campus. It was there the professor shared the video she had filmed earlier in the day of Kristin in her office. Taking no chances, the professor filmed Kristin playing with herself, naked sprawled out on the floor. Were Kristin to spread gossip and innuendo about the professor, the video would certainly find itself into the public domain for all the other students and public to see.
That touchy business out of the way, Professor Wilson indoctrinated Kristin in her first lesson in discipline. Tracey Wilson was upfront with Kristin she was no ordinary lesbian. She loved the wild side and preferred a little bondage and discipline in her sex. She made it crystal clear Kristin would devote herself totally to the study of Sapphic desires.
For the duration of her servitude, she would abstain from all sex with any male surrendering herself totally to women. Essentially for the remainder of the semester, or however long she was a student of the professor, she would swear off cock entirely. Her world would consist of lesbian sex and she would do whatever was requested of her by Professor Wilson or her designee.
At first, she wondered if she could honor such a request. While fairly conservative in high school, Kristin had made up ground in college. She didn't have a consistent boyfriend very long, choosing instead to work her way through many of the senior and junior fraternity guys on campus.
She had a reputation as someone who didn't need a lot of primer to get going. Still, she was fairly discriminate with whom she had sex with, and her gorgeous 5'4" 35C 23 34 frame turned a lot of heads. In addition, Kristin had long blonde tresses, with highlights that accentuated her pretty face. There was never a shortage of young men vying for her attention!
Tracey Wilson spent the evening with Kristin giving her a lesson in bondage and discipline. Hoisting the young coed up naked, her arms tied tightly over her head, Tracey let Kristin feel her harsh lash. The whip teased her thighs and ass and she could still feel the heat hours later laying in her bed.
The professor had placed clamps on her little brown nipples, which ached from the pressure yet caused her pussy to tingle. Tracey had introduced an anal plug but it wasn't the first time Kristin's anus had been stretched. She was no stranger to anal sex and actually found she liked the feeling of a hard cock in her backside. Another reason boys found her so exciting.
But it was Tracey's soft kiss and the taste of her pussy on her lips which Kristin thought about now. She never thought the taste and scent of another woman could get in her head as Tracey's did.
The professor asked her to consider carefully what she was committing when she took a vow of service. This would be no quick experiment, no little diversion in her recreational activities at school. No - for the duration of this agreement, Kristin would be the professor's lesbian slave. She would do anything requested and failure to comply would be met with swift and harsh discipline.
Repeated violations and the agreement would be terminated and the grade Kristin sought would likely leave her failing the course and with it, her father's displeasure. If only he knew the length Kristin was prepared to go to get the B and keep her coveted scholarship.
Kristin lay in bed on her stomach as her back and thighs still stung from the earlier lashes from Professor Wilson's whip. The Professor had used a flogger concentrated at the fleshy thighs just below Kristin's spectacular ass. Tracey was impressed by its shape and her toned legs she kept in shape by runs most mornings when she wasn't hung over from the night before.
Just above her ass was a colorful tribal tattoo that she had inked into her tanned skin in high school with a close friend. Both had acted on a dare and held each other's hands as the tattoo artist adorned their small backs. Kristin loved the tat and later had little stars tattooed on her right foot. Body art was in vogue and Kristin loved showing it off though her parents had scolded her for what they considered an impulsive act she would later come to regret. She even had a little dangle piercing her belly button and loved showing it off in many of the midriff tops she wore - her back tattoo and cute navel on full display.
Kristin Campbell lay in her bed, her head buried in her pillow, thinking of what had just transpired that day. The first moments peeling off her clothes in front of her professor and then later watching Professor Wilson expose her gorgeous pussy to her - to savor, to worship. While Kristen shaved her pussy bare, Tracey had a black trimmed bush that even now Kristen could still taste. The scent, the taste was etched in her brain. It was the first pussy she had ever gone down on but she knew after today there would be many, many more. The professor had said as much.
Eventually Kristin's world faded to dark and the day came to a close, a chapter in her life she would not ever forget.
Kristin woke to her roommate Kelly dashing about the room. She raised up to see the young attractive blonde coed moving from the bedroom drawers to the bathroom as she readied for the day. Kelly was a year younger and pretty much kept to herself. She was nothing like Kristin's former roommate Robin who liked to party and loved hooking up with boys as much as her best friend. It was the social scene that eventually caught up with Robin, whose grades had been plummeting for some time.
Kelly saw Kristin stir and remarked how she must have had fun last night, judging by the clothes in a little pile by the bed. Kelly had already been to the cafeteria, arrived back, taken a shower and now was off again.
Kelly said something about seeing her later and was gone in a flash. Kristin sat up and got out of bed. She normally wore an oversized sleep shirt but last night, she simply slipped out of her jeans and top and crawled right into her sheets. As Kristin walked in the bathroom, she could feel how sore her nipples were and when she turned she saw the slight bruising already forming on her thighs. It wasn't real noticeable but was made more evident by the soreness to her sensitive backside.
Kristin brushed her teeth and showered before heading down to the cafeteria for a bite. It was Sunday and nothing was planned that day so she headed over to the library and figured she'd concentrate on some of the schoolwork she had neglected most of the semester.
As she headed across campus, she took notice of the other female coeds, their looks and their dress. In her twenty years, she had never gave much notice to other women, but now she studied them with interest. It also wasn't lost on her this new sense of appreciation of females. No doubt Professor Wilson's lessons last evening were resonating.
Hours seemed to go by slow as her first class approached with Tracey Wilson on Monday. Kristin began the day making sure she was dressed to catch Tracey's attention. She wore the same jeans she had on Saturday night but this time an orange top, that was cut low to accentuate her lovely pert breasts. She had on a bra but removed it and smiled slyly when she looked in the mirror and could see her already hard nipples poking through.
Her roommate did a second look as well as Kristin emerged from the bathroom. Kelly was very conservative in her dress and manner and was really taken back with Kristin. She sometimes wondered, even though she liked her a lot, if maybe this roommate assignment was not quite a match.
Kristin's late hours and the way she always partied and chased after boys didn't sit well with Kelly. But she was determined to mind her own business as long as Kristin wasn't bringing these guys back to the dorm room with her. Little did she know, Kristin's dalliance with guys was behind her. Something not even Kristin was fully aware.
Kristin took her seat in Ms. Wilson's class. She always sat on the front row and today her heart seemed to take an extra beat each time Tracey's eyes met hers. The teacher was intent not to stare at the pretty coed but she couldn't help hold her gaze just a little longer than necessary. Tracey had reminded Kristin at her house she would refer to Tracey as Mistress in her home but here in the class it was strictly Professor.
Kristin listened intently to Tracey but she couldn't get the images of the older woman out of her head. That evening at her house, Tracey dressed in a black leather corset, her ample breasts on full display along with her gorgeous pink nipples. Tracey had been wearing thigh high leather booths with an especially long stiletto heel. The word sexy didn't do the image justice. Kristin knew she would do anything required of her. She would submit to Tracey totally and without reservation. Not as much from the agreement they had made, she simply longed to.
Kristin snapped back out of the daydreaming to see Professor Wilson drawing formulas on a smart board. She took them down in her notebook. It was important she do well in class, not just in the bedroom.
When class ended, Tracey let her hand settle on the top of Kristin's desk as the other students were dashing out the door. In a low voice she said to drop by her office at 3 and don't be late. Then Tracey herself walked out of the class, leaving Kristin to wonder what the rendezvous was all about.
Chapter 4
Kristin was perhaps a few minutes early when she arrived at Professor Wilson's office. A young woman, perhaps a student herself, manned the receptionist's desk and took Kristin's information asking her to take a seat. A few minutes later Kristin was informed the professor would see her.
When Kristin opened the door to the professor's office, she saw that Tracey was not alone. Sitting in one of the side chairs was a very pretty woman.
"Kristin, allow me to introduce you to Leah, one of my graduate students," Tracey remarked as she moved behind Kristin shutting the door behind them. Leah stood and offered her hand to Kristin.
