A cocky student propositions his professor, but he doesn't realize what he's in for when she accepts his offer to trade sex for a grade. Join in as she describes unleashing her favorite tools -- gags, whips, cuffs, and more -- to dominate her pupil with a lesson plan that tests him to his very center!
This 6500-word story is packed full of bondage, anal play, oral sex, and more! More
Excerpt: (adult content, 18+ only)
Jeff showed up precisely at 11:30.
“What’s that for, Professor?” he said, pointing at the rope.
“No questions, Jeff,” I said. I brushed past him to close and lock the door. Then I pushed him toward the desk. The muscles in his back were amazing, ridges around his shoulders that felt like pure power. I raked my fingernails lightly down his back and he shivered.
“No talking during exam time,” I said, walking to my desk and facing him. I’d unbuttoned my shirt so my breasts were exposed, perched firmly in the pink bra. My hair was down now, spilling over my shoulders.
“Unless you give up. That’s very important. If I hear you say ‘Flunk Me’ this whole thing will be over. Understand?”
“Second rule: you cannot cum until I give you permission. You cum without permission, you fail. Got it? Not a drop.”
He looked surprised and nodded again.
“That is a very important rule, Jeff,” I said, moving closer. I reached forward and cupped his crotch. His eyes went wide as I caressed his half-hard member through his jeans. “You’re going to receive a lot of pleasure in the next hour or so. It’s imperative that you do not cum until I tell you to.”
Fast nods this time.
“Good. First things first. Clothes off.”
Jeff shed his clothes in no time. The blue Oxford and jeans flew into a corner of the room. Jeff stood in his boxers with his cock poking insistently at the fabric, nearly fully erect with a twenty year-old’s electric enthusiasm.
I opened my desk drawer and removed the whip. Jeff made a soft grunting noise, almost like a question...