Helena knelt at her Master's feet as he wrote this semester's curriculum. She wasn't in his class this time, even though she had wanted to reconfigure her schedule to fit it in. He closed his laptop and tilted her chin up to meet him. "I will miss you in my class, but I still expect you to join me in office hours on a regular basis for our special meetings. And you will continue to live here, pet. So I can have access to you whenever I like."
She felt herself begin to throb between her thighs, but kept her legs spread. Master had taught her that in the first few days of her living with him. She wasn't allowed to close her thighs to him unless she was walking—which was rare. As were her wearing clothes.
He tweaked her nipple, making her focus on the present again. "Shall we see how flexible you've become in the past month?"
She bowed her head in agreement.
He rose from his desk chair and walked toward the bedroom. She crawled after him and felt her wetness leaking down her thigh. Helena climbed up the pet stairs he had on the side of the bed and lay on her back spread eagled for his inspection. He walked around her and fastened her into the cuffs at each corner, pulling tight.
Helena knelt before her Master as he used her mouth.
After the semester ended, he’d told her to stay with him and to tell her parents that her advisor had hired her as a paid intern for his book. It was news that thrilled her mother, but her father had immediately asked about her housing situation. Her Master had told her to say that since it was a paid academic internship, the school would pay for her housing. That appeased her father and here she was, living at the foot of her Master day in and day out.
He brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. “You wanted me to set your New Year’s Resolution and I’ve decided I want you to work out more. Your stamina needs a boost, pet. And while I love using your sleepy pussy, I want you alert for our games.”
She nodded and licked the underside of his hard cock.
”Luckily for you, there’s a gym in this building. And a room for private sessions.” He thrust deep into her, making her eyes water. “Once I’m done here, we’ll go down. Your workout clothes are on my bed.”
He unloaded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. He pulled out, brought her up for a quick kiss, and smacked her ass. “Go change and meet me by the door in a minute.”
Helena sat beside her professor, waiting for him to acknowledge her. He had emailed the class the day before saying he was going away on a conference this week and that the three teaching assistants would be doing additional office hours for the students' studying questions right before she received a private text from him telling her to go to his home with an overnight bag. She'd arrived fifteen minutes ago and he had yet to do anything but look at his laptop. He typed something on his computer, then closed it. "Strip, Helena."
She stood up from the couch, unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the hard wood floor. She reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it off, her nipples immediately tightening in the cool air.
He motioned for her to step closer and she did. His left hand reached for her left breast, cupping it and swiping his thumb under the swell, while the other slipped between her thighs to her already wet pussy lips. "Have you studied for your final exam next week?"
Not as much as she should have. "Yes, Master."
He pushed his index finger into her and she bit her lip at the sensation. She thought she'd be used to it by now, but every time, it made her pulse quicken.
He massaged her breast gently, making her moan. "And do you have any questions for your knowledgeable professor?"
She panted. "Will we have to remember the publication dates of all the works we've read?"
He inserted his middle finger, stretching her a bit more. Then he began slowly pumping them in and out of her. She felt her own wetness start to leak down her thigh. "No, pet. I'll be giving you a list of the titles and dates. But you will have to know the authors. Next?"
"Will there be quote explications or just essay questions?"
"Just three essay questions. What else, Helena? That can't be all of your questions." He pressed his thumb on her clit, slowly massaging it in circles.
She shifted on her feet. He'd since made her start wearing heels he bought her. Today, they were black boots with red accents. "I..." She swallowed. She couldn't think of anything to say. "Can I come, Master?"
He pressed harder on her sensitized clit and sharply pinched her nipple. "No. Treat this as our normal office hours. Be a good girl and make the most of this one-on-one time with your professor, Helena."
Helena was on Tumblr again, and growing wetter by the minute. She knew her professor had forbidden it, but she couldn't resist given she had already been horny the moment she woke up. And as her last class of the day, her attention wasn't fully there.
When class ended, a male classmate turned to her and said, "would you like to grab a coffee with me some time?"
She was about to answer when her professor's voice rang out sharply: "Helena, I need to speak to you. Now."
She shrugged apologetically and made her way down the auditorium stairs to her professor who eyed her with intense disapproval.
"You didn't follow orders. Pack up your things and come to my office."
When she arrived at his office, she wasn't surprised this time when he closed the door and locked it. His next order, however, did. "Strip."
She hesitated, but did as she was told.
She did, and he immediately pressed his erection against her lips. She opened her mouth, understanding the silent command.
He slid in and out slowly, completely stretching her mouth with his girth as he spoke. "I specifically told you Helena to not let me catch you misbehaving again. And what do I feel during my lecture?" He gripped her hair tightly as he pushed himself deep and held still. She whined at the pressure and focused on breathing through her nose. "My phone buzzing every single time your dirty little mind reblogged something on Tumblr." He pulled out, still hard, and pulled her to standing. He wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed slightly. "You directly disobeyed me, Helena. What should I do about that?"
School didn't start for another day, but Helena found herself waiting outside her advisor's office on Labor Day. She wore her usual outfit of a plaid, pleated skirt and white blouse. Now, she wondered if she should have dressed more conservatively. She had always had a small crush on her advisor, and it seemed to grow as she got older. When he had taught her last semester, she spent almost as much time fantasizing about him as she did on her homework.
The door suddenly opened and she found herself face to face with the man who expanded her mind by day and starred in her dreams. He turned to let her pass. "Helena, please come in."
She walked into his office and sat in the chair in the corner and placed her bag on the floor. When she looked up, he was watching her. He closed the door and walked to his own seat behind the desk. He interlaced his fingers and leaned forward. "Do you know why I called you in here?"
She shook her head. "I'm not sure, sir. You didn't say in your email."
He turned his computer monitor toward her and she sucked in a breath. On the screen was her secret Tumblr account, filled with black and white images and gifs of her darkest desire: to be completely dominated by a man. She stared, unable to take her eyes away until her advisor said, "Do you think it is polite to be online during class?"
His tone made her eyes snap to his. "No—no, sir."
He stood up and came closer to her until he stood in front of her. "Your parents pay a lot of money for you to get your education. Do you think a good daughter would be wasting their investment? Especially when you want to study abroad this year. You should have been paying extra attention last semester so you would qualify."
Again, she replied, "No, sir." When he didn't say anything, she asked, "Am I expelled, sir?"
"No. But you must be punished for your disrespect."
She cast her eyes downward and tried to ignore how those words, especially said by him, made her throb between her thighs.