Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2004 08:23:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Caterina Duvay <catclitduvay@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 3

A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 2 (lesbian/authoritarian)

By

Caterina Duvay

(catclitduvay@yahoo.com)

Disclaimer: this story is not for minors or anyone offended by graphic
depictions of lesbian sexual experiences. Feedback is welcome (esp.
lipstik cyberdommes!)

Please email me if you have any comments.


In the aftermath of any intensely erotic lovemaking there are inevitably
moments of awkwardness: the untangling of limbs, toweling off, pauses
that cry out to express something inexpressible, and the ever-looming
`what next.' So it was that I rather awkwardly extricated myself from
these strange and beautifully perverse creatures whom I had known only in
the charged intellectual atmosphere of the classroom.

Monica, the 40 year old redhead, had returned to university to pursue a
Master's after a failed marriage. Sandra was a sharp and ambitious grad
student avid for reading. Little did I suspect that both were immersed
in a world I had barely touched in my erotic imagination, and that they
would combine to give me the sexual experience of a lifetime.

My joy in submitting was not unexpected.... But I suppose the intensity of
it was. Why did I crave being slapped on the mouth like a whore? Why
did I yearn for it from these two magnificent bitches? How could I have
given myself up to be stroked by a rider's crop, to be stung and burnt
by its lash across my sensitive thighs and cunt? Why was I now becoming
aroused yet again? What did these beauties have in store for me?

Believe it or not, my greatest fear was that they would simply leave. I
had the sense that there was no going back for me, no going back to the
`celibate' masturbatory lifestyle of a lesbian voyeur. And I felt so
tremendously desirable! Monica and Sandra had awakened something deep
within me and excited confidence in my sensuality as never before. I
would be indebted to them forever.

My thong was soaked and in shreds; I still wore the collar and chain. As
Monica swooned from my tonguing and Sandra's kissing and pinching I
began to imagine even darker scenarios wherein I would be a degraded
whore, a slut to their every dominating command. I was eager to beg for
loving punishment, to be filled by hard thrusts, even to be
humiliated...maybe lust had driven me crazy.

I rose from my knees while Monica purred in a post-orgasmic trance, but
as I turned towards the bathroom Sandra reached over and harshly grabbed
my sopping shredded thong.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch?"

She drew herself off the sofa away from Monica and leapt to her feet,
pulling me by my panties and leash, drawing me to her luscious lips for a
long deep romantic kiss. Monica was now sitting up on the sofa, her legs
crossed under her in lotus position, smiling dreamily.

"We're hardly through with the lesson, Kristina," Sandra continued,
before adding, "What a lovely name -- Kristina -- but I think it's also
lovely to refer to you as whore, slut, bitch, slave."

Hearing these words sent yet another thrill through me.

"Down on your knees, Kristinacunt". She pushed me to a kneeling
position in front of Monica, who reached out and gripped each of my
nipples between her fingers. Monica pulled wickedly on my tender breasts
and I uttered a sharp cry which drew a reward from Sandra -- a sharp slap
on my ass and a harsh pull on my hair. She then harshly ripped apart the
remainder of my thong, freeing and exposing my naked cropped pussy and
never-violated rosebud.

"Our little whore will do exactly as she's commanded, won't she?"
Sandra said.

I nodded vigorously.

"What a lovely ass you have, Kristina, a slut's ass beckoning for its
mistress's hand."

I remained silent. My buttocks were still burning from the crop. Sandra
brought her hand around to my mouth; I licked it, swallowed it, sucked on
her fingers, covered them with my spittle. I sensed her kneeling behind
me and pushing my legs further outwards with her knees, all the while
holding my hair like a set of reins, keeping my head up and facing
Monica, who retained her grip on my nipples.

I was on all fours, my head yanked backward, my small breasts stretched
forward to their limit, my legs forced lewdly apart by Sandra's knees,
my cunt open, my buttocks pressing against Sandra's taut midriff....

Her wet hand came down hard and with unpredictable timing on my right
buttock, and as I gasped involuntarily Sandra jerked my head backwards
forcefully while simultaneously Monica pinched and pulled on my nipples
with searingly lovely pressure. My cunt again began to drip and a strange
wonderful sensation filled my insides and spread outwards all over my
body. I confess that I simply loved being used as a degraded slutty
lesbian whore by these beautiful feminine dommes. I loved the taste of
Sandra's young pussy, and Monica's mature one. I loved the piercing and
stinging touches of their knowing hands. I loved the unpredictability of
Sandra's harsh slaps across my ass cheeks and flanks and I felt a climax
building again as the aftershocks of her blows rippled across my drenched
labia.

But I was jolted again by a stinging smack across my mouth, surprising
and just painful enough to temper my preclimactic rumblings.

"You like being a slut, Kristina?" asked my young tormentor.

"Unnnh" I attempted to reply as she brought her hand across my mouth
sharply again.

"I didn't hear you," Sandra said, while Monica twisted my rock-hard
nipples.

"Yesssssssssss!" I managed to scream.

My lips were stung again.

"Yes, what?" Sandra inquired.

"Yes, Mistress!" I replied.

Monica twisted and pinched my nipples even more fiercely, adding: "There
are two of us, professor!"

I was delirious, trembling in a state of lovely degraded pleasure-pain,
as I whispered: "Yes, Mistresses!"

As Monica drew me to her by my exquisitely charged nipples and Sandra
kept my head and neck arched upwards, she spat on my face. I licked her
spittle into my mouth with my tongue.

"Open your mouth, bitch" commanded Monica. She spat into it, into me,
several times and I drank her sweet saliva with relish as Sandra
continued to spank my willing and submissive ass. I didn't know how
much longer this could go on: I was so hot, so wet, so drunk with novel
sensation that I weakened and fell to my elbows. But Monica only
strengthened her hold on my taut breasts and Sandra kept pulling my hair.

I screamed helplessly: "Make me cum, please, I beg you!"

Sandra loosed her hold on my hair and then I felt her capable hands grasp
and pull and stretch my ass. She spat on my rosebud and its warmth took
me by wonderful surprise and before I knew it my tight virgin ass was
being stretched and filled by Sandra's fingers. She eased them in at
first, slowly twisting them and pressing upon the walls of my nether
canal. Then she abruptly removed them and I shuddered, and she proffered
them to my hungry mouth. I sucked ravenously the fingers that had been
fucking my ass and coated them, intoxicated by my own smells and tastes.

Monica was artfully and rhythmically pincering and stretching my breasts
and nipples, sending galvanized jolts to my cunt, and as I lost myself in
this pleasure-pain Sandra's fingers smoothly entered my ass. She thrust
into me hard, harder, and I accepted them deliciously, moving backwards
to increase her pressure, and when her knuckles slipped across the
barrier of my sphincter I simply collapsed in shuddering ecstasy. I was
hers, I felt her warmth and solidity and engulfing penetrating presence,
the newness of being taken in my nether regions, and it became a sort of
luscious heaven for me to relax into such indescribable perversity.

Monica slid off the sofa and cradling my face in her elegant hands kissed
me so indescribably tenderly, taking full possession as I most willingly
gave myself.

Sandra joined her lips to ours to cement my bizarre but wondrous
capitulation.

"Follow me," she said, tugging on my leash, "I think you've passed
the first exam."

(To be continued, hopefully, if readers are encouraging. Email welcome.)