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Lauren’s hand was between her legs again. Her pussy was wet, cloyingly sticky, and her musky sweet aroma permeated the air. She watched the computer screen while her fingers slid between swollen pussy lips. Addiction…she recognized it for what it was. Lauren was addicted to sex. Anyway that she could get it, she did. At that moment, her method of choice was masturbation. The familiar porno scene filled the screen as she moaned, fingers plunged deep into her pussy while the submissive’s mistress inserted the plug into her tight little asshole. “ Oh damn, I need that! ” Lauren squirmed in her bed; she tried desperately to silence herself as the raging undercurrent of her second orgasm began to build. She turned over and thrust her fingers deeper into her soaked sex, bit her pillow, and whimpered while the much needed orgasm pummeled her sex starved body. “ Oh damn, so…very… good! ” She lingered in the bed, her body hot and wet while the thunderous orgasm wrecked her svelte body. Lauren thought about her plans for the day. Naked and giggly at the images that suddenly filled her mind, she rushed into the bathroom to shower. As a student at the local university, Lauren was in the position to admire many different types of women. Yet her tastes were very specific, and despite having caught the eye of a cute blonde in her kinesiology class, Lauren only had eyes for her English composition professor. Lauren’s skin was clammy, her nerves were raw, and her breath caught in her throat as she approached the lecture hall. As she reached her destination, she placed a small hand atop her perky tits, took a deep breath and opened the door. Michelle noticed the girl enter the lecture hall. “ The little minx knows what she’s doing, ” she thought with some satisfaction. It had not been the first time Lauren came to one of Professor Mitchell’s lectures without being enrolled in the class. Obviously there was more to her appearances and Michelle was determined to know why. There were other reasons why the girl piqued her interest and whet her appetite. Lauren’s body showed its need; her rapt eyes expressed her desire to belong and the girl’s entire being begged to be used, to be owned. “ I will make you mine, peach .” Michelle’s thoughts returned to her class. “As a reminder, your papers are due on Friday. You may leave now.” Lauren felt her arousal spike as she listened to her. She spoke in a low voice and to no one in particular, “She could recite the freakin’ alphabet and my pussy would drip and twitch.” Her next thought was the reason why she was there, “I wonder what it would be like to be hers; to be bound to her bed, to be defiled, and to be completely at her mercy.” The students cleared out almanbahis of the classroom steadily. Lauren sat, stared, and let her mind go blank while she watched Professor Mitchell clean the lectern. “Ms. Jackson, you are aware that your session doesn’t begin for another forty-five minutes. Why are you here?” “Umm, I…I want to speak with you, Professor.” “About what?” The professor’s statuesque form was commanding and the simple question made the girl go silent. Lauren did not answer. “Come with me.” Lauren followed the tall beauty as she left the classroom. She watched as the teacher’s long dark legs carried her to the block of offices assigned to the English department. Her heart beat rapidly, wildly, as her breath came and went in lust filled spurts, “ What I wouldn’t give to worship at the top of her precious legs .” Professor Mitchell opened her office door for the young woman; she eyed her limber body and fantastic breasts. “Ms. Jackson—Lauren, isn’t it?” she registered the girl’s nod, “Lauren, how can I help you?” “Professor Mitchell, I want to write my paper on bondage and discipline. Is that appropriate, I mean, is that allowed?” Lauren found that her mind was buzzed and unfocused, as if she were high, which made her approach seem so odd. Maybe it was a tad too forward for someone like Michelle Mitchell. She waited patiently but lost confidence while her obsession looked at her. “You want what?” Michelle smiled at the sweet girl while she fidgeted nervously. “…to write my pa,” Lauren was stopped abruptly as her professor stepped into her personal space. “Hush! I heard exactly what you’ve said. What do you know of BDSM?” Michelle’s closeness shattered Lauren’s confidence and made her stomach turn cartwheels. “Speak up, girl.” “I watch porn, I love bondage, and I need,” laughter erupted in the book filled space as Michelle quieted and circled the girl. “You need attention, you need a firm hand, and you really need to think about why you are here!” “What?” “Did I tell you to speak?” Lauren shook her head, “Then you’d best keep quiet.” Michelle ogled Lauren’s sweet body while she thought about her answer. She realized that it took quite a bit of courage for the girl to seek her out. She also realized that she wanted her; Lauren’s eyes beckoned her—they were so needy, and yet so very sexy. The teacher in her thought about the university’s strict policy regarding fraternizing with students. Was she worth the risk? Did she want the girl to experience the utter joy of submission at her hand? “Why are you here?” Before Michelle considered breaking the university’s regulations, she had to know if the girl really wanted to write about BDSM or if she wanted to experience almanbahis yeni giriş the pleasure of domination. The allure of complete submission was a novel idea to some, but to others it was their life’s purpose. Michelle had experienced both types of individuals, and had to know in which category Ms. Jackson belonged. “I want to write…” “WHY are you here, girl?” Michelle watched Lauren drop her head. Lauren considered lying again, but she understood that her ruse was over. She fell to her knees and spoke softly, demurely. “Miss, I’ve been watching you for months. Uhh, I want to know if you are what I think you are. What I want and need you to be. Are you a Domme?” “Yes, I am.” Michelle looked down at the girl as she glanced upward; her mouth formed a perfect O, but nothing…not a sound left her mouth. “You may speak.” “Are you…do you prefer females?” “Yes. Now get up. I want to talk to you face to face.” Lauren stood slowly, her mind raced while she tried desperately to regain some semblance of control over her body. Her skin began to heat, while sweat formed on her brow. “Yes, Miss.” “There are rules here; policy that I must follow. If we were to start a relationship, I could lose my job if it were discovered. I am your professor, it is unethical,” Michelle paused as she heard the pretty girl’s murmured sigh, “it is unethical for me to pursue this.” “But Miss…” Lauren was prepared to plead her case. “Hush! I won’t tell you again. Speak only when addressed, you must understand what I have to say and I won’t repeat myself for your benefit.” “Yes, Miss.” Lauren lowered her head as Michelle placed two slender fingers on her chin and lifted it. “I have to decide if I want to assume that risk. What makes you believe that you’d make a good pet for me?” “Miss, I’ve watched you for months. I’m a sophomore now, nineteen years old, and I know what I am; I know who I am. I will obey you, I will worship you, and it will be a pleasure to be used by you.” “Very well said, dear girl.” Michelle considered the young woman with the precious eyes. Her body tingled. It had been too long since she had a play thing, but must she have this one? “Lauren, stand up.” Without a word, the young girl with the body of a goddess stood; her eyes were downcast as she awaited Michelle’s next statement. “What is on your mind now?” “You Miss, will you make me yours?” “Ahh…that is the question, you’ll have your answer tonight at dinner. My place, 7:30pm. Wear a skirt, Lauren.” Professor Mitchell wrote her information on a card and held it out for her. She leaned into her ear and whispered, “If you are late, don’t bother showing up at all—your question will be answered without me having to almanbahis giriş say a thing. Do you understand?” “Yes, Miss. May I leave now?” “Go.” Lauren darted from the professor’s office. Her heart danced a jig in her chest, her skin was flush and heated, and her pussy’s honey seeped and soaked her thong. She ran to the nearest bathroom and into a stall. Her hand flew to her soaked sex; she felt her labia swell as her fingers abused her fat nub. It didn’t take long; Lauren climaxed violently and enjoyed every second of the quick orgasm. As Lauren walked back to the lecture hall, she thought that she would have difficulty sitting through class. And truth be told, she’d already written the paper. She decided to skip class as there was nothing she wanted more than to rest, bathe, and prepare her mind for the possibility of becoming hers. Oddly, both of Lauren’s roommates were home. “Damn, I don’t need them hounding me now.” She went to her room, turned on some music, and made a beeline to her closet. She tossed clothes around the closet as she looked for the perfect outfit. Within forty-five minutes her nerves began to wreak havoc on her system, but she looked great. She chose a stunning red sundress that showed off her delicate shoulders; and with boobs that were firm, perky, and begged for attention, she wore no bra. Her skin radiated with a sun kissed glow, and the overall effect was ridiculously arousing. Lauren knew that her professor would take note and appreciate her efforts. Lauren hopped into her cute little VW bug, a graduation gift from her parents, and nervously drove the short distance to Professor Mitchell’s home. She had to keep her mind from wandering off from time to time during the drive. She took a deep breath as her destination came into view, steeled her resolve to go through with the dinner, and timidly left the comfort of her little vehicle. Michelle saw the beautiful creature approach the front door, “My my my, the girl has style—innocent and alluring, this should be entertaining.” The professor opened the door as the girl brought her hand up to knock. “Hello, Miss.” “Come in Lauren, the den is set up for us. Follow me.” Lauren walked behind Michelle, again she watched her legs. She thought that there couldn’t possibly be another woman as beautiful as her professor. She had amazingly long legs; her milk chocolate skin always looked so dewy and smooth. The professor was not your typical beauty queen, her appeal was understated and she had the pretty girl next door look, except with a Caribbean edge. “What are you thinking, Lauren?” “You have a nice home, Miss.” “Thank you. You may sit.” “Thank you, Professor.” Lauren looked around the spacious room, her nerves were completely raw and her brain was jammed full of thoughts of chocolate pussy. Music played softly in the background, vanilla spice scented candles were lit, and a bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket on an elegant glass table.