Author's note: This story is greatly inspired by 'The Professor's Gambit' by user Black_Hat_Lee and is kind of like a fan sequel. This story should be able to stand on its own however because you can gather what happened before through internal monologue and conversation, I wanted to create a story where the unnamed Professor and Sylvia had a more complex relationship and motives almost like enemies to lovers. I still recommend you check out his story because it's a hot read for anyone into the dominant professor dynamic but realize the motivations that drive both the main characters are slightly different in my story even though they share the same names and physically the same backstory.
CW: Nothing too extreme for the internet, but my story includes some intense themes such as domination, blackmail, reluctant submission, rough sex, breathe play, semi-public humiliation, and swallowing nasty things??, etc so consider yourself warned.
If you're here just to get off I have headers showing where the introduction ends/ sex starts so you can hop right in if you don't care for the story (you're missing out imo), there's still a bit of build-up though so try to be patient you kinky readers ;)
Part 1:
Since Sylvia's first escapade as my schoolgirl slave, her temperament had been disgruntled at best. Her typically warm personality had frozen over so to speak. In class, she had become more hesitant to answer my questions, often staring at me with eyes like daggers for several seconds before reluctantly replying. She used to take any chance she could to demonstrate her intelligence in class to impress her professors because she thrived on the approval of authority figures. That's probably what made it so easy for her to do well in school, and I was willing to bet her looks hadn't hurt her either.
It's debatable whether her continually bad attitude is a symptom of my ongoing efforts to train her or just the effects of the birth control I put her on after filling her young fertile pussy with my seed during our first 'session'. My leading theory though is that this shift was caused by me turning her aforementioned need for approval against her. Even though she acted as if she had hated it, I had pushed her to fulfill one of her deepest darkest desires, to be sexually dominated by me, and in the process, I also gave her the most intense squirting orgasm of her life thus far. No matter what she consciously thinks of me, subconsciously her brain sees me as an unrivaled authority figure with the power to give her immense pleasure, her master. Meeting the expectations of her peers is no longer rewarding to her because their power to pressure her pales in comparison to the power I hold over her. Only my approval matters enough now to release the pleasurable reward chemicals in her brain. She would either come to accept that by submitting to me and living out all her previously suppressed fantasies in a fulfilling life of servitude or she'll be torn apart by a life void of any fulfillment all because she let her inhibitions control her.
I've been starting her training slowly, so I can focus on chiseling away at what's holding her back. If I advance too quickly, while she hasn't fully submitted to me yet, I'll scare her even more than I already have, forcing me to waste time fighting against her fear. I can't let her break free either though, so I need to keep her just submissive enough that she doesn't try anything stupid to break our agreement. Sex with Sylvia is like a drug, and while we had originally agreed to only having her serve me until she graduates a year and a half from now, I was determined to make her submit to me permanently so I'd never have to give up my new addiction. That might seem selfish, and it is, but I'm not doing this just for myself; I'm confident that if I succeed Sylvia will be happier than ever. That's partially why I'm taking the time to do this the hard way, if all I wanted was for her to remain my slave I could simply take pictures or record her during one of our sessions and blackmail her, but I want her to do it willingly and deep down so does she. That essay was a silent plea for help, she admits that she longs for me to take her until she starts enjoying it, and that's exactly what I plan to do.
A promising early indication that my efforts are having the desired effect on her is that her wardrobe has also taken a turn. Her typical pre-submission professional outfits still make regular appearances, but more recently she's arrived to class dressed noticeably more provocative. On multiple occasions, she's worn slightly more appropriate versions of traditional school girl outfits consisting of a blazer, blouse, tie, skirt, and stockings or shin-high socks with heels. I made it clear to her early on that I was to be her only source of sexual release and I think after not orgasming for about a week she's subconsciously trying to entice me.
Regardless, it's drawing near to the end of semester crunch, the time when good students began preparing for final examinations so academic tensions are running high. Sylvia's performance up until recently had been nearly flawless, but since pledging herself to me her scores were barely clinging to an 'A'. Admittedly that doesn't sound like a big deal, but for someone like Sylvia who's forced herself to achieve perfection for so long, it represents a major blow. The last midterm before the final is coming up, and it's a perfect opportunity to start leveraging her need to do well against her. Her pride in her intelligence makes her believe she can eventually outsmart me. I certainly couldn't make her dumber, and I didn't want to, but I could degrade and humiliate her every mistake so that her confidence in her abilities was reduced. If I was successful, it would prime her for further training as we built up to the day she would give herself to me willingly.
The school day before the test, I summon Sylvia into my office after class. Beckoning for her to follow me down the hall, she begrudgingly obeys like a loyal foal. Once inside my office, I lock the door behind us.
"What do you want from me now? Let me guess another fucking blowjob." She says, failing to hide her frustration. Sylvia had always taken school seriously and ever since she submitted that stupid essay by accident she's had to juggle her responsibilities as a student and as my slave.
At that, I grab her hands, which were hovering near the hem of her skirt as if she expected she'd need to remove it at a moment's notice, and I clasp them together above her head as I pin her to the back wall of the office.
"I thought we discussed how you would refer to me, or do I need to give you another lesson?" I say in a monotone voice while leaning in closer to her slightly turned face.
"No professor," she stammers.
"Look at me when I talk to you my pet"
"Yes professor."
With that, her fear temporarily changes to anger as she turns her head to glare at me before returning to a more complacent expression. That's something I love about her, she has a fiery temper that sometimes gets the best of her, after all a slave you never have to punish isn't nearly as much fun. That fire was further stoked by overconfidence in her abilities, it's true that she was brilliant but priding herself on that fact sometimes blinded her to when to give up. In this mental state, she'd never willingly submit to me.
Still holding her against the wall with one hand, I press the other inside the edge of her skirt from above until I meet her panties. I grip both the top of the skirt and her undergarments as I pull away from her body so that I can see inside.
Sylvia releases a faint gasp as she moves her hips forward in an attempt to minimize how much I can see.
"Back", I say as if I'm talking to an animal. The squirming of her hips dies down but doesn't stop completely after that.
I peer inside, and as expected Sylvia has grown a small bush of black hair around her mound. Outside of occasionally taking advantage of her glorious throat skills before or after class, I had yet to seriously fuck her as I had on day one. That was about to change though with this coming midterm.
I release the fabric and a slight slap sound created by the elastic impacting her pale skin seemingly echos through the small room. I let go of her hands and they limply fall back to her sides but she doesn't move.
