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Exploring Submission - part 3
You wake up on Sunday morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after last night’s incredible experience with Prof. King. As you’re enjoying your coffee, your phone buzzes with a text message from him: ‘I hope you enjoyed yourself last night. I’d like to continue our exploration of female submission together if you’re interested.’ Your heart races as you read the message. The thought of spending more time with Prof. King, delving deeper into your desires and fantasies, is both exciting and terrifying. After a moment’s hesitation, you reply: ‘Yes, I’d like that very much.’ A smile spreads across your face as you receive his response: ‘Wonderful. Come to my residence at 7 pm tonight. We’ll continue our journey together.’ The rest of the day passes by in a blur as you prepare for your private session with Prof. King. You arrive at his residence promptly at 7 pm, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He greets you warmly at the door, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and narrow waist. ‘Good evening,’ he says, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your knees weak. ‘I’m glad you could make it.’ You smile up at him, unable to find the words to express how grateful you are for this opportunity. He leads you into a dimly lit room filled with various BDSM tools and equipment, and you can feel your heart racing in anticipation. Prof. King takes a blindfold from a nearby table and gently places it over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. ‘I want to heighten your senses tonight,’ he whispers in your ear. ‘To make you feel every touch, every sensation.’ Over the next hour, Prof. King teases your senses with different textures, temperatures, and scents, making you squirm with pleasure and anticipation. He traces feathers across your skin, drips cold water down your back, and fills the room with the sweet scent of vanilla. As your arousal builds, he begins to restrain you in intricate positions using ropes, cuffs, and chains. You find yourself spread-eagle on a padded table, your wrists and ankles bound tightly, leaving you completely vulnerable and at his mercy. Prof. King’s hands explore your body, caressing every inch of your skin as he whispers dirty, seductive words into your ear. ‘You’re so beautiful like this,’ he purrs. ‘Completely helpless, completely mine.’ His touch sets your skin on fire, and you can’t help but moan with pleasure as he teases your nipples and traces his fingers along the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. You’re aching for him to touch you more intimately, to satisfy the burning need that’s been building inside you all evening. Finally, Prof. King stands before you holding a riding crop in his hand. ‘Are you ready for your spanking?’ he asks, his voice dripping with desire. You nod, unable to speak as he raises the crop and brings it down on your bare bottom with a sharp crack. The pain is intense, but it’s mixed with an incredible sense of pleasure that spreads through your entire body. Prof. King spanks you repeatedly, alternating between your left and right cheeks, making you moan and squirm with each impact. The sting of the crop is both painful and exhilarating, driving you closer to the edge with every stroke. As your orgasm builds, Prof. King slows down his movements, teasing you mercilessly as he traces the tip of the riding crop along your sensitive flesh. You can feel your body trembling with anticipation, desperate for release. ‘Please,’ you whisper through gritted teeth. ‘Let me cum.’ Prof. King smiles down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. ‘Very well,’ he says, his voice low and commanding. ‘You may cum.’ And with that, you experience a powerful orgasm, your body shaking with pleasure as waves of ecstasy course through you. As the intensity of the orgasm subsides, you collapse onto the table, spent and exhausted but deeply satisfied. Prof. King removes your blindfold and helps you sit up, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern. ‘Are you okay?’ he asks gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You nod, unable to find the words to express how incredible the experience has been. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both catch your breath. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it,’ he whispers in your ear. ‘I think we could learn a lot from each other if we continue to explore this together.’ You look up at him, feeling a sense of connection and trust that you’ve never experienced before. ‘I’d like that,’ you say softly. ‘I’d like that very much.’ As you share this tender moment, you can’t help but feel excited about the prospect of deepening your connection with Prof. King and exploring the world of female submission together on a more regular basis.
You arrive at Prof. King’s private dungeon, feeling both nervous and excited. As you step inside, the dimly lit room filled with various BDSM implements sends a thrill of anticipation through your body. You can’t help but admire the collection of whips, floggers, paddles, and other tools hanging on the walls. The sight of them makes your heart race and your pussy throb with desire.
Prof. King greets you warmly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours as he guides you to the center of the room. He gestures for you to kneel before him, and without hesitation, you lower yourself to the ground, presenting yourself as his submissive.
‘Very good,’ he says in a low, dominant voice. ‘Now, let’s begin.’
He reaches for a length of rope and proceeds to bind your wrists together behind your back, emphasizing your vulnerability and submission. The feel of the rough rope against your skin sends shivers down your spine as you realize just how helpless you are in his hands.
Next, he leads you over to a St. Andrew’s Cross mounted on one wall. With a gentle but firm touch, he secures your bound wrists to the cross, ensuring that you are fully exposed and unable to move away from the sensations he is about to deliver.
Prof. King picks up a riding crop and begins to spank your bottom, alternating between soft caresses and sharp smacks to create a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Each strike of the crop leaves a tingling sensation on your skin, making you acutely aware of every inch of your body.
‘You are mine to command, YN,’ he says as he continues to spank you. ‘Do you understand?’
Your breath comes in short gasps as you reply, ‘Yes, Sir.’
The spanking intensifies, and you can feel your pussy growing wetter with each smack. Your body is on fire, and all you can think about is pleasing Prof. King and submitting to his every desire.
After several minutes of intense spanking, he stops and steps closer to you. His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, ‘Now it’s time for the real fun.’
Prof. King runs his hands over your body, exploring every curve and crevice with a combination of tenderness and possession. He teases your nipples until they are hard and aching for attention, then moves lower to circle your clit with his fingertips.
You moan loudly as he begins to rub your swollen clit in earnest, applying just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your legs tremble beneath you, and you know that you are on the brink of an explosive orgasm.
‘Please, Sir,’ you beg, ‘I need more. I need you inside me.’
Prof. King chuckles darkly and steps back. He unzips his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock, which is already glistening with pre-cum. You lick your lips in anticipation as he positions himself behind you, the head of his cock nudging against your wet entrance.
With one powerful thrust, he slides all the way inside you, making you cry out in pleasure and surprise. He starts to move slowly at first, savoring every inch of your tight pussy as he fills you completely. Then, he begins to pick up speed, pounding into you with increasing ferocity.
You can feel his cock hitting all the right spots inside you, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Your orgasm builds slowly at first, then quickly intensifies until you are consumed by it.
‘I’m going to cum,’ you gasp, your entire body trembling with anticipation.
‘Yes,’ Prof. King growls in your ear. ‘Cum for me, YN.’
With those words, you let go completely, your body convulsing as a powerful orgasm rips through you. You scream his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you breathless and spent.
Prof. King continues to thrust into you until he too reaches his climax, groaning loudly as he fills you with his hot cum. The feeling of him spilling inside you sends another jolt of pleasure through your body, and you collapse against the St. Andrew’s Cross, your limbs shaking from the intensity of the experience.
After a few moments, Prof. King gently unties your wrists and holds you close, their bodies still trembling from the powerful orgasms they’ve experienced together. He kisses you tenderly on the forehead, whispering, ‘You were amazing, YN.’
As he helps you to stand, you can’t help but feel a sense of connection and trust that you’ve never experienced before. This intense BDSM session has brought you closer together, and you know that your submission to Prof. King is only the beginning of a beautiful journey into the world of female submission.