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The Professor's Secret Desires - part 2
You lead Professor Harrison King into the dimly lit BDSM club, his eyes widening as he takes in the sights and sounds around him. The air is thick with anticipation and desire as men and women explore their deepest fantasies. You grab his hand firmly, guiding him through the maze of leather-clad bodies and whirring sex machines.
‘Are you ready for this, Professor?’ you ask, your voice low and seductive.
He nods nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. You can see the mixture of excitement and fear in his eyes as he takes in the various scenes playing out around him: a woman being flogged by her partner, a man bound and gagged while two dominatrices tease him mercilessly, and a group of people engaging in an orgy on a large bed.
You stop at a private area sectioned off by red velvet curtains. Inside, there’s a small stage with a pole in the center and several rows of seats facing it. You sit Professor King down in one of the front row seats and take the seat next to him.
‘What’s happening here?’ he asks, his voice barely audible over the music pulsating through the club.
‘This is where we’ll be performing,’ you reply with a wicked grin. ‘And you’re going to be my special guest.’
His eyes grow wide in shock as you stand up and walk onto the stage. You strip off your clothes, revealing a skimpy black lingerie set that barely covers your breasts and leaves little to the imagination. The audience cheers as you begin to dance seductively around the pole, your hips swaying in time with the music.
You motion for Professor King to join you on stage, and he hesitantly stands up and walks towards you. You grab him by the hand and lead him into a slow, sensual dance, grinding your body against his as you kiss him passionately. The crowd goes wild, cheering and catcalling as they watch the erotic display unfold before them.
As the music reaches its climax, you push Professor King to his knees and stand over him, your hands on your hips. ‘Are you ready to submit to me, Professor?’ you ask, your voice commanding and dominant.
‘Yes,’ he whispers, his eyes locked on yours as he kneels before you.
You reach down and unzip his pants, pulling out his erect cock. The audience gasps in excitement as they watch you stroke him slowly, teasingly. You look down at Professor King with a smirk. ‘You’re mine now,’ you say, your voice dripping with lust and power.
With that, you lead him off the stage and into a private room, closing the door behind you. The room is dimly lit, with various BDSM toys and equipment scattered throughout. You walk over to a set of shelves and pick up a riding crop, turning to face Professor King with a wicked grin.
‘Strip,’ you command, your voice firm and authoritative.
He hesitates for a moment before slowly removing his clothes, revealing his lean, toned body. You run the tip of the riding crop up his chest, circling his nipples and making him shiver in anticipation.
‘Now, get on your knees,’ you say, pointing to a large, padded bench in the center of the room.
He obeys, climbing onto the bench and positioning himself on all fours. You walk over to a set of hooks on the wall and select a pair of leather cuffs, fastening them around his wrists before attaching him to the hooks, stretching his arms above his head.
You step back and admire your work, taking in the vulnerable, submissive position he’s in. ‘You look so good like this,’ you say, running your hand down his back. ‘So helpless and eager to please.’
Professor King moans softly as you tease him with the riding crop, striking him lightly on his ass and thighs. You increase the intensity of your blows, alternating between sharp smacks and gentle caresses, driving him wild with desire.
As he writhes beneath you, you reach down and stroke his cock, pumping it slowly as you continue to spank him. He moans louder, his body trembling with pleasure and pain. You can see the mixture of emotions in his eyes: fear, excitement, and an overwhelming desire to please you.
You release his wrists from the hooks and help him off the bench, leading him over to a set of stocks mounted on the wall. You secure his arms and legs in the wooden restraints, leaving him completely at your mercy.
‘Now, it’s time for the main event,’ you say with a wicked grin, picking up a large, intimidating-looking dildo from a nearby table.
Professor King’s eyes widen in fear and anticipation as you approach him, the massive toy in your hand. You tease him by running the tip of the dildo along his crack, circling his hole before slowly pushing it inside him. He gasps in surprise as you begin to thrust the toy in and out of him, his cock growing harder with each powerful stroke.
As you fuck him with the dildo, you lean in close to his ear and whisper: ‘You’re mine now, Professor. And there’s no going back.’
You walk into Professor King’s office and lock the door behind you. He looks up from his desk, a mix of anticipation and fear in his eyes. You smile wickedly as you approach him, holding a feather and an ice cube in your hands. ‘Kneel on the floor,’ you command.
Professor King hesitates for a moment before standing up and slowly lowering himself to his knees. He keeps his head bowed, waiting for your next instruction. You place the feather and ice cube on his desk and retrieve a blindfold from your bag. Walking back to Professor King, you tie the blindfold securely around his eyes, plunging him into darkness.
‘Now, I want you to stay perfectly still while I tease you,’ you say, running the feather along his neck. He shivers in response, and you can see his cock starting to harden beneath his pants. ‘You like being at my mercy, don’t you?’
Professor King doesn’t respond, but his breathing grows heavier as you continue to tease him with the feather. You trail it down his chest, circling his nipples before moving lower to his stomach. He gasps when you brush the feather against his cock, now fully erect and straining against his zipper.
‘You like being humiliated in front of all those people, don’t you? You’re such a dirty little slut,’ you taunt him. Professor King moans softly, but doesn’t deny it. He’s clearly aroused by the idea of being exposed and dominated.
You reach into your bag again and pull out a length of rope. ‘Stand up and put your hands behind your back,’ you order. Professor King obeys, and you quickly tie his wrists together, ensuring he’s securely bound. You then guide him to the chair in front of his desk and sit him down.
‘Now, let’s see how well you can take orders,’ you say, picking up the ice cube. You run it along his neck, making him shiver as the cold touches his skin. ‘I wonder what your colleagues would think if they saw you like this.’
Professor King moans as you continue to tease him with the ice cube, alternating between his chest and stomach. He’s squirming in his seat, desperate for release, but you’re not finished with him yet. You lean in close to his ear and whisper: ‘You have to earn the right to cum.’
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. Your heart races as you realize someone from the university is checking in on Professor King. Quickly, you untie him and remove the blindfold, stuffing them both into your bag along with the feather and ice cube. You glance around the room, making sure there’s no evidence of your activities before opening the door.
It’s one of the university administrators, here to discuss an upcoming event. You try to act casual as you make small talk, but inside, your heart is pounding. Professor King looks flustered and uncomfortable, clearly worried about being caught.
After what feels like an eternity, the administrator finishes their conversation and leaves. As soon as the door closes behind them, you turn to Professor King with a smirk. ‘That was close,’ you say. ‘Maybe next time, we should be more careful.’
Professor King nods in agreement, still looking shaken by the experience. But there’s no denying the excitement and thrill that coursed through both of you during those tense moments. It’s clear that he’s enjoying this newfound world of FemDom and submission, even if it comes with risks.
As you leave his office, you can’t help but wonder how far you’ll push Professor King and whether he’s truly ready for the consequences of his desires. Only time will tell if he’s capable of embracing this new side of himself fully or if the fear of discovery will ultimately prove to be too much.