The class read Sexology 344. The vague description followed as, "An in-depth study of past and present human sexual behaviors." The class only offered 100 seats, of which 96 were already filled. If she wanted to graduate in May, Chloe needed a humanities course and this was the only one that fit into her current class schedule. No prerequisites were listed and the only mentioned requirement was an introductory lecture must be attended if students wished to continue with the course. Curious and desperate, Chloe decided to take the plunge and signed up for the 97th seat.
Two Weeks Later:
With her book bag hanging on her shoulder, Chloe entered the large lecture hall to find every seat taken with the exception of a few near the front. "Great, I'll be dead center and a target." Chloe thought sarcastically. She made her way down the carpeted aisle way and gingerly tiptoed to the front middle seat. As she sat, Chloe glanced around with ocher eyes at her fellow classmates. Avoiding eye contact, she grazed the room before noticing the male peer directly behind her. Clear, green eyes met Chloe's and an exhale halted in her throat. Unable to look away, their breathless glance was broken by the tip tap of heeled shoes signaling the professor's arrival. Chloe looked to the lecture podium to discover an incredibly beautiful man peering out at the new semester's fresh meat. A deafening silence filled the hall as the professor remained quiet, penetrating each student with an unflinching stare. Chloe remained frozen in place, heart pounding, completely taken with her instructor's presence. Appearing to be of Mediterranean descent, the professor wore his dark wavy hair barely above his shoulders and piercing dark eyes peered out of rimless glasses.
Finally, his accented, baritone voice cut through the muted room, "Hello class. I am Professor Angotti and welcome to Sexology 344. This course meets most humanity and a few science requirements. I realize the class description offered a less than clear idea of the nature of this course. This is my intention. The title and sketch of the class are to invoke a particular level of curiosity from interested students. This class requires all those involved to be curious and open-minded. The latter will be discovered today during this introductory lecture."
Pausing, he reached into his tattered, leather briefcase to pull out a stack of papers before continuing, "I have here a non-disclosure agreement approved by the university. Let me assure and warn everyone wishing to remain, aside from those involved in this class, nothing is to be said about what goes on in this room. I have the full backing of the Dean as my research and lectures make this school a great deal of money. There will be swift and harsh discipline for any offenders."
Dr. Angotti stepped up to the end of the first row to hand out the document and walked back to the podium. "I say this not to feed my ego, but to sidestep any misunderstanding of the nature of my lectures. I do caution each and everyone of you, my lessons can be quite graphic and even violent when the material demands." He waited for this information to sink in. "Now, my credentials are comparable to your other instructors. I completed my undergrad at the University of Edinburgh in anthropology. I attended grad school at Stanford University, where I also obtained my pHD with a focus on the sexual behaviors of cultures throughout recordable history. Let me remind you, this is a real class despite the uncommon focus. We will explore in-depth, modern copulatory practices and their ancient origins. Also, please hold any questions for the next meeting time. This lecture is simply observational. In fact, after signing and handing back the non-disclosure agreement, please put away all materials for my first demonstration."
There was a stirring of movement as students either packed up and left or passed the signed document to the front before putting their things away. Only five students left the building, leaving 95 students, including Chloe, eagerly awaiting their first Sexology lesson. There was silence once again as an air of uneasy curiosity occupied the room. Dr. Angotti moved to collect the signed agreements, shuffled through them and announced, "I have 95 papers. Allow me to once again stress the importance of your discretion. I will not hesitate to act if I feel the integrity of my lessons are compromised." Making his way to the back of the stage, the professor stepped out of sight and reappeared dragging a black folding table with him to the center. He adjusted his vest and continued, "My first demonstration is meant to thoroughly distance you from your comfort zone. I do not want you writing notes. I want your full attention and remember to hold your questions for the next session. Now, let's begin. Class, meet Rae, my most dedicated TA."
On cue, a tall, slim, tawny-haired woman stepped gracefully from backstage. Not a single student uttered a word as they took in her full appearance, but there was an evident shuffling, indicating their surprise. Rae was outfitted in only a royal blue torso corset and a pleated school-girl skirt that scantily covered her perfectly round ass. Her perky, medium-sized breasts hung free and her small, pink nipples were trapped in silver clamps connected by a single chain. Rae wore her hair loose and long down her back and her feet were bound in 4-inch, blue stilettos. Proving to be the most shocking accessory, a black, studded collar surrounded Rae's neck. She stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze downcast.
Chloe sat frozen in her seat, completely enthralled with the sight before her. She rode a rollercoaster of feelings from disgust to lascivious interest. Having only experienced basic sex with one man, Chloe never believed people like this actually existed. She thought it was made up by the filthy porn industry. Having a physical and sexual response only confused her more. Chloe's private reverie was interrupted as the professor began his lesson.
"Being young adults, I'm sure many of you are familiar with BDSM in one way or another. As we establish the teacher/student relationship, I feel it is fitting to demonstrate a show of dominance on my part to avoid confusion as to who is in charge. While I am open to the majority of sexual acts and have a vague sexual identity, I find the Dom/Slave relationship to be the most exciting. Rae serves as my primary slave and will participate in today's lesson." Dr. Angotti walked over to his slave and leads her to center stage by tugging on the nipple clamps. He took a black, velvet bag from her clasped hands and faced the class while addressing his TA. "Slave Rae, display position."
