Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 19:55:26 +0000
From: kitty h <kittyha56@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Training_the Prof_03 ( bi authoritarian)

TRAINING THE PROF

This story is based on an English University and reveals the slow but
sure enslavement of an English academic by one of his students.

Comments, suggestions to kittyh55@hotmail.com with `harte' in the
message head.


Part 3


Julian now knew that his domme was one of his female students, one of
the women he taught.  What he did not know was which one.  Yes, he
had heard her speak, but she had hissed her order and Julian could not
tell from that who it was.  It transformed his attitudes to the women in
his classes.  Suddenly he became more polite, less sarcastic, more
considerate, less aggressive.  They all noticed it but only two knew the
reason behind the transformation - the Mistress and her friend.  And
they were not letting on, yet.

For a week Julian's new email centre remained empty of new messages.
She wanted him to suffer.  And he did.  He even tried to contact Robin,
but to no effect.  Under strict instruction, robin ignored the coded
emails Julian sent him, and kept out of Julian's department.  And slowly
Julian realised he had to wait, wait on the whim of his tormentor.

So he was unprepared when his Special Subject group invited him to a
mid-term party in one of the student flats.  Of course he had to say how
delighted he was and promise to appear; in the back of his mind he had
already decided he would stay as briefly as possible before slipping
away.

What to wear?  Shirt and pale-red jacket, black slacks, shoes and socks.
Underwear?  He had none.  Could he get away with it in the close
confines of a party?  But if he went out and bought some underpants
and She was there, what then?  He would have to go commando.  He
bathed and shaved before leaving for the party about ten.

When he arrived the flat was full of sweaty bodies and noise.  He
looked round for his host and spotted her, a non-descript older student
called Maria Rain.  Normally she dressed in figure hiding clothes, but
for the party she wore a pretty embroidered blouse which revealed her
substantial breasts to perfection.  Her black slacks were cut quite tight.
With a start Julian realised she was really rather pretty.  He gave her the
bottle of wine he had brought and she thanked him, before taking him
off to meet some of the other guests.

A couple of glasses of cheap wine later, Julian felt almost relaxed as he
surveyed the scene.  Jon Roberts, a handsome lad from his group was
kissing a very pretty girl; obviously they were intimately acquainted and
would be more so later!  Another seminar lad call Andrew came over
and engaged him in boring conversation about the last seminar until he
was rescued by Heather Wiggins.  Heather shared the flat with Maria
Rain and two other girls, both away for the weekend.  She was sharp in
every sense of the word.  She had a sharp nose and a sharp chin and as
far as Julian could tell sharp pointy tits.  (My god, he thought to himself,
I am looking at women's tits now!  Is that the consequence of exposure
to cunt.)  And with that he wondered if She was the mysterious domme
who had so transformed his daily life.  But before he could follow up
his train of thought Heather had dragged him into the centre of the room
and was making him dance with her, much to the amusement of the
other students.

She moved closer and closer and to his alarm Julian felt his fag-cock
rise.  Then she pulled him even closer to her, placing her hand on his
bum to do so.
	`Ooh!' she called into his ear.  `You are naughty, you are not
wearing any underpants.'  And she grinned into his face before releasing
him from her grasp and moving onto a lecturer from Bio-Chemistry.

With a sigh of relief, Julian fled to a protective wall and tried to calm
down before leaving.  Another glass of wine delivered by the host
delayed him for another ten minutes.  Glass emptied he moved towards
the door and escape.  As he moved through the door and into the
relative cool and calm of the landing, his host, Maria followed him.
	`You are not going now are you?'
	`You don't want a boring old fart like me hanging around spoiling
your fun' he reposted.
	`But we do!  We have a little surprise for you later.  You must
return else you will spoil the party.'

Reluctantly he returned.  For the next hour he drank three more glasses
of wine and ogled the handsome young men touching up their female
companions and generally acting in a laddish manner.  How he envied
the women their proximity to male flesh!

Suddenly the music was turned off and Maria called for silence.
	`Quiet everyone' she demanded. Jon has a present for our tutor.'
Jon Roberts unwrapped himself from his girlfriend and came over to
stand by the host and the lecturer.
	`Well, Dr Harte' he explained.  ` The group has noticed a certain
absence in your wardrobe and thought we would supply the deficiency.
So here is a small token of our esteem.'  And he handed the astonished
lecturer a small package.

The cry went up `Open it.  Open it.'  And so with a reluctant grin he did
as he was bid.  Inside the package was a pair of frilly pink panties!  He
blushed like a school kid at the flimsy garment held in his hand for all to
see.  He had two options, to fling the gift back at the grinning students,
or to make a joke of it and prove he was a "good sport".  He chose the
latter, and after a brief embarrassed moment the music was turned back
on and party resumed.

Now he could not slip away.  If he did, it would suggest the students
had succeeded in embarrassing him.  He had to stay.  By now he had
drunk the equivalent of the wine he had brought and more, but there
appeared no shortage of supplies.  He sunk his pride and sought out
another glass of indifferent plonk.  He slipped a hand in his jacket
pocket and felt the soft fabric of the gift.  And slowly it dawned on him
that he had been publicly humiliated.  One of the students had noticed
his absence of underwear and now the whole group was in on the secret.
And in accepting the gift without comment he had in effect admitted his
was going commando!

Jon Roberts's girlfriend lurched over, very drunk and gave him a wet
kiss on the lips.  `Hey, Big Boy' she giggled.  `Give us a feel!'
	Big Boy.  They called him Big Boy.  He didn't know whether to
feel proud or humiliated.
	Her hand slid down the front of his trousers and gave his semi-
hard cock a squeeze, before kissing him once more on the lips and
staggering back to her boyfriend.

Julian fled to the lavatory for a piss.  Safe inside, door locked, he
inspected his lipstick smeared face before washing it off.  Even after his
piss, his cock remained semi-hard.  Someone else, wanting to use the
toilet, rattled the door-knob, and quickly Julian zipped himself up and
emerged back into the mayhem.  Now at least he could go.  As he
waited at the door to the party-room, Heather Wiggins came up to him.
	`Where have you been Big Boy?  Maria has been looking for you.
Don't dash off before saying goodbye to her.'  She looked round the
room as though searching for her friend.  `She must be in her bedroom,
the one at the far end of the corridor on the right.  Pop in there before
you go.'

The request was innocent enough, but somehow Julian doubted it.  Was
the voluptuous Maria his anonymous mistress?  Was it her cunt he had
worshipped over week before?  Was it she who had belted his bare bum?
What did he know of her?  Not a lot; he never bothered much about his
female pupils, preferring to concentrate his energies on the boys.  She
was just another average female student.

The door was ajar.  He tapped on it.  `I am just off' he called.  `Thanks
for a great party.'

She opened the door to him.  `It took you long enough.  Come in
cocksucker' she commanded. `I have a few things to settle with you.'

Julian's world-picture disintegrated at that moment.  Suddenly all his
preconceptions about himself and what he was flowed away.  In a flash
he recognised Maria as the Mistress of his body, the controller of his
fortunes.  It was as though he had been hit in the stomach.  Never had
he felt so helpless, so passive.
	`Shut the door.'
He obeyed and turned saw she was sat on the end of her bed which was
covered by a pretty embroidered silk grey cover.
	`Come here.  Closer!'

He stood between her open legs.  With practiced hands she pulled
down his zip then undid the catch at his waist.  He felt his trousers begin
to slide down his legs.  With two firm hands she yanked them down
below his knees and he was bare, bare and exposed before her.

She handled his cock and balls as though she owned them, but then she
did.  His cock stiffened, much to her amusement.  An order and he
removed his trousers entirely.  Further orders and he bent down over
her substantial thighs.  He could feel her body warmth, smell her scents.
Outside the party continued and suddenly he realised the door was
unlocked.
	`May I lock the door please' he begged.
	`No.'  And with that she began to hand-spank him, firmly at first
and then harder and harder as though she was getting rid of her
frustrations - which she was.  She wanted him squirming and by the time
she had finished, he was.

He rose, rubbing his bum.  She stared down at the wet stain on her
slacks.  The dirty cocksucker had dribbled on her.  She pointed out to
him the error of his ways.  He apologised, to no avail.  She rose and
went to her cupboard and opened it.  Julian stared with astonishment for
seated in the bottom of the cupboard was a naked robin, naked save for
ever-present chastity-belt.  For a brief moment they made eye-contact as
she reached into the cupboard and fetched out a cane.
	`Get over the bed, cocksucker.  Put your shirt there first, I don't
want your filthy cum all over my bed-spread.'

He bent over and waited, waited for the inevitable.

It came with a swish of pain across his already sore bum, forcing a cry
from his lips.  Five more times she beat him, the last across his soft
upper thigh leaving a weal of pain which would last a week.

	`Get up.'  He rose unsteadily, his bottom now throbbing.
Meanwhile she returned the cane to its place in the cupboard and closed
the door, closed it on the naked witness.
	`Put your panties on.'  There was no gainsaying her; he obeyed
pulling the sissy pink panties up over his now detumescent man-hood.
	`Now go!  And don't forget to thank Heather before you do.  I
expect you to return at 8 tomorrow morning to help sissy robin clean up.
And don't be late if you know what is good for you!'

She watched him leave with quiet satisfaction.  That will treat the bastard
to treat me with contempt. she thought to herself as she slipped her
hand inside her slacks and gave her soaking cunt a gentle rub of
pleasure.