Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2004 20:22:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Caterina Duvay <catclitduvay@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 8 (conclusion)

A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 8 (conclusion)

By

Caterina Duvay

(catclitduvay@yahoo.com)

(Disclaimer: not intended for minors! Feedback always welcome,
especially from sexy gurls)



Friday morning arrived and I thought of sweet Julia and began to have
second thoughts. What if I just failed to show up? What if, instead, I
called Julia and surprised her and spread her lean legs for my mouth
alone tonight and throughout the weekend? Hmmmm...

As I showered and was reminded of my collar images of giving myself up to
fierce Monica and a commanding Sandra assailed me and I grew weak in the
knees. Just this once, I said to myself, just this second taste...

My body became electric. The hours before the rendezvous were few. I
wished to make myself as erotically alluring as possible so I sped off to
a shoe store and purchased a new pair of elegant and very high heels.
Then to a hip urban fashion shop where I found a pair of leather pants --
so tight they were like leggings, smooth and supple to the touch, sleekly
sexy I thought.

I tried on my outfit at home: leather gloves, camisole, sheer silk thong,
leggings and heels. With my collar I looked like a delectably
provocative bitch, a femme waiting to be plucked and fucked by the right
women... Would 2 suffice, I mused? I began almost desperately to yearn
for an `ultimate' experience, an experience of submissive pleasing so
complete that every fiber of my taut body would gloriously revel in
servitude.

The night was warm. I left the safety of my home with breathless
anticipation and looking, to the casual observer, like an unusually happy
whore.

I arrived at Monica's just before 7. Sandra ushered me into the large
and tastefully decorated apartment. Monica's previous life was unknown
to me, but I understood that she'd been married for a while and had
pursued business before returning to academia. I had the sense that
either her ex or a trust fund kept her in material goods: she wanted for
nothing, was always expensively and fashionably dressed. She looked
stunning: her red hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders. Both she and
Sandra wore large men's oxford shirts which seemed to cover a sort of
body stocking. Naturally they too had stiletto heels...which I imagined
myself fawning over, kissing, licking, like their obedient cunt-student..

The three of us sat to share some wine. Sandra's long dark hair was
coiled in a well-crafted braid that hung nearly to her waist. After a
few minutes of idle chat Monica addressed me seriously:

"Kristina, I want to lay down a few ground rules."

I gulped, barely containing a shiver of erotic apprehension.

"First, whatever happens between us stays between us, OK?" I nodded.
Of course.

"Second, you have a choice." She paused. "You can stop now, having
enjoyed a nice glass of wine with your so-called students, or...or you
can go on." She stared at me with a tinge of menace. "Once we enter
that room," she added mysteriously, gesturing towards what must have
been her bedroom, "you will have no choice whatsoever but to do as we
say when we say it."

My scalp started to burn and tingle.

"Do you accept these terms?" she inquired, adding, "Don't worry: no
blood, no marks that won't disappear after a day..."

Sandra rose and sat next to me, stroking my cheek. She kissed me and I
shuddered. Her kiss gave me the strength to go on.

"Yes, I accept."

"Yes, what?" asked Monica severely.

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered, gripped by fear.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," said Monica.

"Yes, Mistress," I repeated, louder.

"Very good!" she said. "Now, let's open those packages."

There were two. One was a large box, the other a cylinder. I opened the
cylinder first: a leather crop which ended in a single thin but stiff
knotted lash about 6 inches long. In the large box was a smaller box,
and inside that yet another, and finally amid all the tissue wrapping I
discovered a jar of Mineral Ice -- a "cool, greaseless pain reliever
that penetrates deep..."

Sandra snapped a leash onto my collar and directed me to my fours before
I knew it.

"Look at her, Monica, isn't she the gorgeous slut, with her lovely
gloves and pants and see-through thong... Good enough to eat and much
much more."

Monica smiled. She removed her oxford to reveal a finely woven stocking
that covered her entire beautiful body except for her breasts and shaven
cunt. Sandra also doffed her shirt to show that she was dressed -- if
`dressed' is the word -- the same. My god, were they sexy!

Monica placed her heeled foot on the small of my back and took hold of
the crop. She lightly tapped my buttocks with the switch and a shiver of
intense pleasure shot through me moistening my pussy.

"Remember, Kristina, you have a choice...Would you like to enter my
bedroom?"

I nodded. The switch came down slicing the air into my thigh's
sensitive flesh and I twitched.

"Yes, Mistress," I corrected. Sandra tugged and I followed her into
their lair, crawling behind.

The bedroom was quite large and reassuringly normal-looking. I had
feared something out of a bad lesbian bondage video -- you know, special
contraptions, crosses, bars, chains dangling from the ceiling, a cage or
two... Instead there was just a very big bed, a bureau, a walk-in closet,
two chairs and a countertop on the side near the adjacent small
bathroom. The door to the bathroom was mirrored and I could see my
reflection in it as I rested in my supplicant's position. I looked very
desirable, very hot, if I can say so myself, very sleekly sexy, waiting
for my commands. I wondered how far they would push, how far I could let
myself go.

Sandra lifted me to my feet by my hair and ordered me hold my hands high
above my head. She cuffed them. Monica meanwhile was flicking her
special crop, signaling for me to spread my legs far apart, occasionally
snapping it against my flanks, my ass and my breasts, lightly, just
enough to excite. My nipples were very hard and they protruded
suggestively as I held up my arms.

Sandra retrieved the jar of Mineral Ice and, taking a dollop, raised my
camisole and coated both nipples and aureoles with it. It gave a
pleasantly cool sensation but before long began simultaneously to burn.
It was stronger than I thought but it felt very erotic.

Then Sandra took two wooden clothespins and clamped them on my nipples
over the camisole. Oh, but this hurt... what with the burning of the
liniment and the clamping of the pincers. On top of this my arms began
to grow tired and sagged a little.

"Keep those arms up, bitch!" hissed Monica as she lashed my right
breast.

"Oww," I yelped. The effect of the Ice was becoming more intense as
my nipples sang with fire.

Sandra knelt down in front of me. She peeled off my leather pants and
bunched them at my ankles, where they acted as a sort of restraint. Then
she gently kissed my gleaming pussy through my thong, then pulled my
thong away. She applied the Mineral Ice to my outer lips and I caught my
breath as the warmth penetrated...but she continued, smearing it onto my
inner lips, then coating my clitoris. It seemed to soothe at first, and
then...then I simply couldn't believe what was happening. My entire
cunt was on fire. I exhaled forcibly, my knees buckled, I twisted, tried
to rub my thighs together but this made it worse... Tears welled in my
eyes and I began to plead for them to take it off, to stop it.

Instead Monica lashed my buttocks with the crop and Sandra pulled my arms
back up over my head. Oh lord it was too much for me! I panted and
purred and begged them to wash it off and then to let me go, to please
let me go...

"Sorry," answered Monica coolly, " you've already chosen." She
lashed my ass and I toppled forward, crying, filled with anger and even
terror now, fearing my tormentors as I hadn't before.

"Let me explain something, bitch," said Sandra as she held my cuffed
hands to prevent me from touching myself, "a dedicated slut will give
even when she gets no pleasure in return. You've got about 20 more
minutes of agony, so if you want to use your mouth, then use it on your
Mistresses."

"Fuck you!" I cried. She slapped me. Again. I was bursting with pain
and the need to release myself somehow, so I complied: it was futile to
try to resist. She uncuffed my hands and recuffed them behind my back as
I knelt in front of her, and she lowered my head to her pussy. Monica
was behind me and used her knees to keep my legs apart.

I licked and sucked Sandra's cunt, screaming and moaning and dribbling
into it until she came. They switched places and I did the same for
Monica, only Monica added a volley of lashes on my back and my ass as I
frenetically ate her out. She pressed my face against her as she came
and it was then that I became conscious that the burning of my clit and
cunt was subsiding. My tears now were tears of relief and as Monica
lifted her ass to my lips I felt sexual arousal surging within me again
overcoming the indescribable sting of the liniment. Now in gratitude I
began to flick my tongue against her anus, now I could once again
appreciate her sultry domineering sensuality and yearn to be her
plaything. Sandra was absolutely correct: only now, that I had given to
my Mistresses while unable to experience my own simultaneous thrill of
sensual please, only now was I truly a slut, truly a servant to my
Mistresses' desires, and thus in the long run all the more complete.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sandra walk over to the bureau
and return with a strap on. She made me take it into my mouth to
lubricate it: the attached dildo was about 8 inches long, concentrically
ribbed and transparent -- and thick.

As my tongue curled its way into Monica's sweet netherbud, Sandra slid
her cock into my ass in one stroke. I cried out as the ribs pushed and
stretched my sphincter each time she moved it in or out: it was
delicious, depraved and difficult. Monica was holding her legs up and
backwards showing her lean firmness and giving me full access to her
treasures. The clamps on my nipples were pinching and exciting me still,
and Monica's urgings to Sandra made me feel all the more wicked and
helpless.

"Fuck her, Sandy, fuck our lovely gorgeous professor...fuck her good
and hard, Sandy, fuck her ass, fuck our pretty bitch!"

And as Sandra fucked me Monica brought the lash of her crop down against
my ass cheeks, timing each blow to coincide with a thrust. I came in a
rush, my mouth all over Monica's ass and cunt, shaking and quivering as
I was lashed and ass-fucked, as my cunt still glowed from its `salve'
and as I thought of how low I had let myself go in service to my own
depravity.

I stayed the evening. My pussy and clit were too sensitive to be touched
or tasted, but I touched and tasted and pleasured Sandra and Monica yet
again. When I took my leave the next morning, they presented me with a
gift. It was another collar, identical to my own, with a tiny lock and
key.

"For your new slut," advised Monica, "Use it wisely.".

I thought of Julia and smiled.

Sandra added: "Oh, and about next Friday ... Bring your friend."



The End

Thanks to everyone who took the time to give me some feedback: it was
awesome!!! Gurls especially, please feel free to email me to comment
further or just to chat -- mmmmmmm..

Cat

(catclitduvay@yahoo.com)