Her exquisite service to her owner concluded, she carefully let my cock out of her mouth without getting anything on my pants, just as she'd been trained. I touched the back of her head gently. Recognizing the signal she bent her head forward, and I lifted her long black hair and squeezed the last few drops of come from my cock onto the nape of her neck, on the soft hairs where I liked to kiss her.
Professor Ballard took another sip of Chardonnay as she continued to survey the crowd. These faculty receptions were so predictable. The usual suspects were all present and accounted for. She nodded at her fellow faculty members politely. There was the stodgy department chair. God, was he actually wearing a tweed jacket? What a dolt.
Over there was the cluster of teaching assistants and new instructors, always anxious to impress. All smiles and handshakes.
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Professor Ballard allowed the lithe, young blond to lead her by the hand down the dim hallway. When they reached her office, she fished her key out of her clutch and silently opened the door. She motioned for Kendra to go in first. Ballard followed her and locked the door behind her, then turned to face her student.
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*****
The three of them arrived at Jennifer and Kendra's off campus apartment at around 10:00 p.m. It was a sprawling two-bedroom loft in a renovated furniture factory not far from the university. There were tall windows and high ceilings and a lot of exposed brick.
Upon entering the apartment, Kendra immediately began removing her clothing.
Jennifer and the professor stood in the entryway watching the young slave.
"Not good enough, you dumb cow. Try again," said the young mistress sternly.
Kathleen Ballard took a moment to compose herself. She was an English professor. She should be able to string together a few coherent sentences and come up with a compelling and convincing argument that would satisfy her new mistress.
Professor Ballard was a 44 year-old divorcee who had discovered lesbianism relatively late in life. She liked her girls young.
Professor Ballard woke up on her stomach on her bedroom floor. She was naked and collared. She ached all over. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. She lay still in the coolness of the morning. It had been a rough three days. She heard Kendra snoring lightly in the bed above her.
She craned her neck and looked up at the clock on the nightstand. It was time to wake up her mistress.
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Kendra sat on the edge of the bed, basking in the glow of her second orgasm of the morning, courtesy of Professor Ballard.
The slave remained on her knees between the student's legs. She continued to nuzzle Kendra's pussy eagerly after she finished cleaning her with her tongue.
Creating Quite a Buzz: A Temporary Trap
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Welcome to my world, where all women are lesbians, all lesbians are squirters and absolutely everyone is in to heavy BDSM. This is the continuing saga of Kathleen Ballard, a mild mannered, middle-aged English professor who has suddenly decided to surrender to her deepest, darkest carnal lesbian desires. Her rapid descent into slavery has been marked by extreme humiliation, degradation and abuse, all of it quite consensual and deeply satisfying to all parties involved.
***WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL FUCKERY AHEAD***
This story contains elements of coercion, blackmail and body modification in the context of heavy BDSM. Daphne is hereby acknowledged to be a narcissistic sociopath at best or a functional psychotic at worst. I want to portray her as a monster, so don't be surprised when she does monstrous things. Nobody should do any of this stuff to anybody in real life. Now, let the depravity begin.