Sub Training Of Srishti Pt 01

"Get out of the office. Knock. And wait till I ask you to come in," it was very difficult to neglect the authority in Mr. Yadav's voice.

He has been teaching physics for 14 years in Harods College of Science and Technology now; a gold medalist in his yesteryears and a force to reckon when it comes to the knowledge about his subject. Even in his thirties, he carried himself with the agility of a strongly built youngster, indicating the hours he spent in the gym and his greying sideburns only added to his authoritative persona like an old wine getting better with age.

A bit taken aback, Srishti walked out of the office and knocked the door and waited patiently for Professor to respond. A couple of minutes had passed before he responded with a calm but definite, "Come in."

She walked in quietly and stood in front of his large, oval shaped, oak desk which was covered with neatly arranged papers and files. She had newly enrolled herself into the college for her PhD and it was very much imperative to meet Professor Yadav to get an idea about how to go about and make it good, if not excel, and the college Dean had made it a customery habit to ask the newcomers to see Physics Professor before choosing their optionals.

She looked around at the brightly lit office. It was circular in shape with an array of books arranged on the right and behind Professor's seat. A fireplace with a small fire shimmered on his left. Her eyes trailed to the wooden work which adorned the room, as she craned her neck to observe the glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"Isn't it beautiful?" He looked up for the first time since her arrival.

"Yes it is, Professer," she was barely audible.

He placed the pencil between the pages of his book and closed it, putting his hands on the desk.

"What is your name?"

"Srishti."

"Srishti what?"

"Srishti Kulkarni."

He pushed his chair back, standing and walked to the book rack on his right.

"And what brings you here Srishti Kulkarni?" he rummaged through the array of thick, brown covered

books before pausing on one and tilting it out.

"Dean asked me to come and see you, Professor,"

"Ohh a new student, are you?" he showed the first signs of interest, placing the book on his desk and looking up at Srishti.

His eyes were slightly brown, and his gaze deep and inquisitive.

"Yes Professor," she replied with a small smile and a sweet dimple formed on her right cheek.

He observed her for a moment. She was a pretty, young woman with slightly curled hair which she had braided into a casual pony.

"Have a seat," he pointed to the wooden chair and sat back.

"Do you like Physics? "

"I'm not sure professor," she shrugged, "I like it and don't like it at the same time." she replied with a small chuckle.

He did not smile.

"I see," he took his glasses off, "Stand up and fetch that box for me,"

"Sir?"

"Stand up and fetch that box for me," he repeated, pointing to a small desk kept by the fireplace.

She got up, a bit confused, and walked to the desk. It had three thick books piled up and a small wooden box at the top. She took the box placed at the top and walked back to him, but not before catching a glimpse of the dark cover of the book. It had a girl, with her hands cuffed in metallic cuffs and sitting on floor by a chair. A man sat snugly on the chair with his hand holding a leash. Her mind was boggled for a moment as her instincts urged her to take a second look, to make sure that she was not imagining things.

She felt her throat going dry for a moment as she recollected her modest demure and walked back, placing the box on his desk, "Sir," she mumbled, settling back in the chair.

"Did I ask you to sit?"

"No Sir," she immediately stood up, looking a bit embarrassed.

The sun outside the window had turned orange, throwing its last rays.

"Physics is the reason we all are enjoying our comfortable, luxurious lives with impeccable technology at our disposal," he had a nice hoarse voice with a tincture of domination, "and everything you have around, has to directly or indirectly acknowledge the contribution of physics for its existence." He opened the box and took out a pyramid shaped glass and placed it articulately on his desk against the sun rays. A rich spectrum of colors had erupted from the opposite side. His lips spread into a smile for the first time. He had a serious face with slightly hollow cheeks, a strong jaw and neatly trimmed facial hair.

"You see what happens?"

"Yes, Professor," she smiled back.

"Good. Take physics as your optional and I promise you that I will make you fall in love," he took his gaze away from the prism and looked into her eyes, "with Physics of course."

It was their first eye contact and she felt as if he was looking right into her; through her. His pupils did not touch the base of his eyes and looked as if he was drunk but his smug, calm face was one of the most assuring thing she had seen for the entire day. He effused an aura that was meddling with her conscience. It was something she had never felt before. There was something about his presence that made her nervous and excited simultaneously.

"Yes, Professor," she replied and lowered her gaze, unable to sustain the feeling of intimacy, his intimidating eyes were giving her.

"Better, Srishti," he replied, less to her affirmation to take the subject and more to the lowering of her gaze.

She could feel goosebumps across the back of her neck, as she licked her lips instinctively. She could still feel his gaze on her as she momentarily looked back at him before lowering her gaze again.

Srishti was born and brought up in a traditional, hindu family with rigid rules and mannerisms of how a girl should conduct herself. Then after her 10th standard she came to New Delhi to complete her 12th standard. It was this stint of two years in Delhi that challenged her prejudices and gave her a different perspective on how things happen. The things which were thought of as forbidden and taboo in her native city were daily practices in this new place, which was going to house her for the next two years. Almost all girls in her school had boyfriends, and the single ones were never reluctant to interact with guys in hope of finding a prospect. A slightly fuzzy notion, "If you want a job come to Delhi. If you want a girlfriend come to Delhi," was very famous among people aspiring to study in Delhi or had already graduated and were willing to come to Delhi in search of employment. She was exposed to so many new things. Many boys in school, as well as from outside, tried to approach her.

She was excited and amused with all the attention. She was introduced to expensive beauty parlors by her new, "modern" friends and her hairstyle had changed from two, long, neat, braided ponytails to shorter, casual hair. She would hear, with enthusiastic attention, the encounters of her friends with their boyfriends of how they, after bunking the classes, went to some park and spent time in the shades of a tree or did "adult things" hiding behind a bush. She earned her fair share of such encounters in later months. Her first experience of being touched, pressed, felt and squeezed by a boy happened in a dark cinema hall; she had allowed him to touch and caress her between her legs. A week later she had her first orgasm. The shy cocoon inside her had ruptured, and her long subdued, amorous desires had come to the fore. She had a series of stints with different boys from then on.

But this was something special. It was the first time that a person, this much senior to her, had aroused her not just physically but physiologically. All her previous meetings and temporary flings were with boys of her age, they were as amateur as they come with their sole purpose of somehow relieving the tension in their pants and none of them was ever able to arouse a feeling of intimacy within her. And here she stood in front of a man quite elder to her, oozing maturity from his mere existence, and her alienated and outcast feeling of being loved and cared and to subjugate to someone worthy enough got a spark of hope.

That night, her head was full of thoughts; his demeanor, his way of talking, his voice, his intimidating eyes; everything was etched in her memory. The cover of the book was flashing in her head as she turned in her bed, squeezing her thighs instinctively with a tingling sensation rising between her legs. She was anxious and excited, and felt the rush of blood to her sensitive parts. Her fingers unknowingly lingered around the tip of her breasts as her mind wandered in territories uncharted by her but not unknown. She imagined herself standing in front of him, her hands clasped behind her back, as he sits with a smug face near the fireplace. She imagines him standing up and walking to her, his strong, manly hand reaching for the back of her head and grabbing her hair in a gentle yet firm fist. "Mmmm,"

He had pulled her face up as she sees the fire sparkle in his dominating eyes. She felt her panties going damp at the thought of being so vulnerable in front of him. Without realizing, her mind was already cooking up plans of seeing him again.

And it had happened sooner than she had expected.

It was a regular cold day of December as she was dawdling around in the library when she heard the familiar assertive voice of Professor Yadav. She looked around and saw him in a conversation with a girl student in Physics alley. She thought of putting her plan into action immediately and unbuttoned two top buttons of her shirt and strolled towards the Physics section. The girl student was in an animated conversation with the Professor acting all girly with her hands moving wildly as Srishti approached them. He was standing with his composed demeanor.

"Professor, do you have a minute?"

The girl student paused with her hands in the air and they both looked at her. It was him who responded first,

"Srishti? Tell me,"

*He remembers my name!*

"I have some doubts regarding Quantum Physics. Would you mind sparing some time in the evening and explaining it to me?"

The other student's hands were down by now. He blinked and thought for a moment, and nodded in affirmation with a neutral expression.

"Yes you may come and see me at 7. Quantum physics need extra efforts to be comprehended completely." he turned to the girl student, "and you meet me in the office after your final lecture."

"Thank you Sir," is all Srishti could manage before he strodded off.

The other girl student looked at Srishti from top to bottom and top again.

"Why do you want to see him?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Quantum Physics," Srishti replied in a matter of fact tone.

"With these many buttons opened, I don't think you are looking for Quantum Physics from him sweetheart,"

Srishti's face turned a bit red and she felt the coolness of air conditioner on the bare skin of her cleavage.

"I.. I don't know what you are saying,"

"You are not the first and certainly not the only one who eye him," the other girl sniggered, putting the book back into her bag, "but it's not easy to get his attention. He is a man of different desires," she winked and started to walk towards the main exit.

"Hey listen!" Srishti almost ran behind her, before being hushed down by the librarian.

"This is a library young lady," librarian furrowed at her, "not your canteen!"

"I'm sorry..," she gave a sheepish smile and walked out.

Her mind was running fast.

*Different desires she had said.*

*‎Is this related to the book in his office?*

*‎Does he like submissive women?*

*‎Is he what I think he is? *

There was only one way for her to find out and somewhere deep inside her a little, kinky Srishti rebelled and she hoped, and almost begged for that matter, that he trains her for something more than just Quantum Physics.

She knocked at the door of his office and waited.

"Come in,"

She turned the knob around and pushed the door in as she felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She wore a loose, pink top with skin tight denim jeans. She was not into much makeup as her fair, smooth skin was attractive enough to make the heads turn for her second glimpse but that evening she took extra efforts of applying mascara in her already beautiful eyes; her hair were loose and slightly damp because of the bath she took before coming.

He was settled in his usual position with some thick book. A small fire was glowing in the fireplace on his left. Everything seemed to be in its place, left just like she saw it the last time except the curtains of the window had been drawn. She walked to his desk and stood with her eyes darting around the fireplace. The book was missing.

"You are late!" he almost gave a low growl bringing her wandering mind back to reality. Grandfather clock by the window read 7:15 p.m.

"Ummm.. I'm sorry Professor I..was about to come whe...,"

"Quiet!" he looked up at her, putting the book aside, "obedience," he took a momentarily pause to let the word seep in, "and punctuality," he continued, "are the most important things you have to inculcate if you wish to be my student."

"Yes, Professor."

It seemed that he had some out worldly power, for rather than being scared, she felt hypnotized by his manly gaze.

"A mistake has been done," he loosened his blue tie, "and I'm an ardent believer in the concept of punishment. A mistake, done deliberately or unknowingly, should not go unpunished."

Punishment was surely her trigger word, she thought, as a tingle rised in her belly and ended at the tips of her mammary glands.

"What kind of punishment, Professor?"

He smiled smugly,

"Wrong question. It should have been something like why are you punishing me for such an insignificant mistake that too when I have committed it for the first time."

Her cheeks blushed a shade of light crimson.

"Which brings me to the conclusion, not that it was very difficult to reach at with your show of skin in the afternoon, that you are not here just for Quantum Physics."

She gulped.

He didn't exhibit any sign of outrage, on the contrary his composed demeanor made Srishti more excited than nervous.

"The path you are contemplating to tread demands obedience on your part. The sole purpose of a side of yours will be to serve me in any way I demand. And you will be privileged to enjoy the subjugation under my tutelage."

He walked too close to her, his eyes as piercing as ever. She could feel his warm breath hitting her skin with every breath he released. She was scared of what would happen if someone walks in with him standing so close to her, but a side of her enjoyed the anxiousness, the thrill of doing something others would only dream of. His eyes were moving around all over her. She could feel his deep gaze observing her modest parts. She felt a wave of goosebumps rising from the bottom of her spine and reaching to the back of her neck as he raised his strong hand and reached for her face. She felt his fingers on her left cheek and his thumb on her right and the gentle hold became stronger with each passing moment as he squeezed her cheeks till her lips were protruding into a neat pout. His face was inches apart from her lips. To her little shock and embarrassment, she felt her body betraying her.

"You are getting wet between your thighs." It was more of a statement and less of a question as his lips curled into the smallest of smiles, enjoying how this young lady, whom he considered as naive as far as submission was concerned, was willing to explore her darker, kinky side. He always took pleasure in manipulating and observing how the uninitiated ones responded to this secret dimension of love.

He had considered this particular relationship between two persons to be one of the finest forms of a relationship two human beings could get themselves into. It was not unnatural for him. It was not weird or awkward for him. The contractors of moral policing had systematically sabotaged the very nature of humans, who are just a sophisticated form of animals.

On a macroscopic level, where you can pinpoint a particle as a particle and a wave as a wave, there is a very distinct boundary of what belongs to what bucket. It is the microscopic details of the human psyche which throw a plethora of inhibited prospects and possibilities.

He relinquished her face and his palm slithered down to her neck. He wrapped his fingers around her throat, with his other hand running through her damp hair. He could feel her gentle vein pulsing under his grip as he leaned forward and rubbed his lips across her right cheek.

She instinctively closed her eyes, losing herself into the moment. His hand ran through her hair and closed into a tight fist, tugging and pulling her face up, and his other hand pulled back before landing back on her cheek, *SMACCK *

"Mmmm," she couldn't hold back her feminine moan of lust, feeling his strong hand scrawling all over her skin. His hand slipped down to her heaving bossom and his finger flicked her hard nipple from over the cloth, rubbing the texture against her tip before gripping it between his finger and thumb.

"Sir please..," she was almost on her toes in sweet pain as he playfully tugged on her breast.

"Please what hun?" he whispered back in his raspy voice.

"It hurts... Mmmmmm," he twisted her hardening tip and pulled her closer. She couldn't dare complain but followed his lead mashing her body in his. She was in a different ecstasy as he, with such little hold on her body, was manipulating her deepest desires.

She shuffled from toe to toe as his hand slipped down the curve of her back and scrawled around her jaunty ass.

"No.. No please Sir..," her protest was half-hearted.

"I have observed you from behind on so many occasions," his hand gripped her firm right buttock in a tight fist, "and perhaps everytime your ass has grabbed my attention," his hand had pulled back and recoiled with a sharp force*SMAACKK*

She felt the dampness increasing in her panties as he tormented her modesty openly.

"Isn't it amusing? And equally exciting?" his hand continued to knead her left buttock and the other hand on her nipple tugged on her taut breast, "How you lose control over your body and the things which are outrightly preposterous actually turn you on," his manly warmth was melting her into his wolfish hug, and all she could do was to let herself flow in the tides of the moment.

She was discovering her innermost, concealed desires buried so deep inside of her that she didn't even know of their existence till now. And this man who was orchestrating her body, she thought, was so benign but firm at the same time; his hands and fingers were molesting her intimate body parts but his soothing gaze, sporadic nudges and brushes of his lips were calming her down;an epitome of contradictions. It was like she was riding a wave of crests and troughs; he was lighting her up, gripping and pulling her and taking her to the threshold and before she could breach her point break, he would release the noose, making her slide back.

With a swift maneuver by his masculine arms, he twirls Srishti around till her back was pressing against his front. She gasped; his semi hard manhood was pressing hard against her buttocks.

She squirmed in his tight clasp, as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck. "Mmmmmm," her heartbeat was surely audible in the silent room, only punctuated by ticking of the grandfather clock and her occasional moans.

His gentle kisses turned into persistent nibbles across her shoulder while his arms stayed wrapped around her torso. She felt weak and dizzy, her knees acting flimsy as he gave gentle bite above her collarbone, making her squirm. His first moan was obvious as she rubbed herself against his swelling digit. He gave a gentle hump from behind, grabbing her hair in a fist and pulling her face up.