Class Pet: Femdom Erotica Page 6

  But there they were, these nubile coeds, each willing to explore and play.

  It was incredible, and it only tormented him more. He kept straining against his bonds, hoping to somehow slip free. No, that wasn't going to happen. These girls had done an excellent job. His ankles were restrained, trapped against the chair. His arms were stuck behind his back.

  He could look on. He could enjoy the show, yet he was never going to get any real satisfaction.

  No, Julia had found a way to use his body against him.

  The blonde moved in, and she wrapped her lips around one of Julia's nipples. She started to suck hungrily, hollowing out her cheeks. At the same time, Julia threw her head back, and she gasped. Hot ecstasy left her lips, and it wasn't difficult for Mason to imagine Julia's pussy getting damp by the second.

  He had already tasted her excitement. He wondered if he was going to do that again. Ultimately, the decision would not rest in his hands. Oh no, she wanted him as a pet, her toy, so she would be the one to make the choice.

  Then again, what was the point of having a plaything if she wasn't going to use them?

  While the blonde continued to lick and nipped at her breasts, Julia leveled her eyes upon her pet teacher. He had made so much progress already, and she loved that look of consternation on his face. He was so desperate, so incredibly hungry, and she was the only one who would make the decision when and if he received any satisfaction at all.

  That heady rush of power only amplified the joy coursing through her body.

  "Enough," Julia finally decided.

  Right away, the blonde withdrew, and the other girl stepped back.

  Unable to peel his eyes away from his beautiful student, Mason helplessly watched as Julia pulled her bra back in the place. A second more, and she buttoned up her blouse. Within just a few moments, she was perfectly put together again. No one outside of that room would have been able to guess what had happened only a couple of seconds before.

  "Mason, I'm very excited now. In fact, I think all of my friends are. Do you think we should do something about that?" She ran her fingers through his hair, fisting his scalp. "Do you think you should do something about that?"

  He puffed frustration from between his lips, his eyes tight and angry with her, yet his cock continued to dribble with excitement. He needed her so badly. He could feel the pain of his blue balls raging throughout his body, spreading from his crotch.

  If he truly craved an orgasm, then he was going to have to please her. He was going to have to make her happy and to demonstrate just how useful he could be.

  Torn between ego and need, Mason blinked several times, and he felt something within him crack, then shatter. It all happened so quickly, his shoulders slumped, and he yielded.

  Somehow, all of those thoughts about escape and securing his freedom faded away. Shards of fantasy schemes all withered and melted away into nothing. This girl had everything she needed. Yes, he might be able to find something to blackmail her with, but would that even work? Would she even care if he got her expelled from school?

  And what about him? Obviously, she would still destroy his career.

  "I'll do whatever you want."

  "Who am I?” With those three words, she flashed him another one of those coyly precocious smiles.

  He remembered the first time her lips curved in that manner. It had been on the first day of class, and it had been the first time and made eye contact. In that moment, he knew this girl was going to be dangerous. She was going to be the one to give him problems, only Mason never contemplated the possibility that she would be able to do anything like this.

  His head droop low, and he stared down at his cock. For just a moment, he looked at his trapped member, knowing that this girl had him locked into this device. She had the key. If you ever wished to escape his chastity prison, he would have to obey her.

  As she controlled his penis, she controlled his lusts, his emotions, everything that made Mason a man.

  "You are my owner," he said, remembering her lecture from just that morning.

  "And are you my teacher?"

  "No?" Mason replied uncertainly, honestly confused about what answer she would like to hear most.

  She clicked her tongue and shook her head, touching his chin. "Silly boy. Of course, you are still my teacher. Only the relationship has changed a little bit. Tell me, do I outrank you?"

  Now, he could guess what she wanted to have him say. "Yes, you outrank me."

  "Good boy!" She patted his cheek, looking down at him. "You see, rank is very important. A lot of people like to think that everyone is equal, that's not true. We are all different, with different abilities and strengths. For example, I'm very good at taking a defiant man like you and turning him into a pet. Are you my pet now?"

  "Yes, I'm your pet." This time, he could only stare down at her leather boots, but she didn't seem to mind. Apparently, she enjoyed this kind of subjugation, where he couldn't bring himself to even glimpse up at his beautiful owner, the woman who now claimed him.

  "You're my pet, and you belong to me. But what about all of my friends here? You are still a professor at the university. Do you outrank them?"

  This time, he managed to lift his gaze and glance about at the different girls in the room. They were all smiling, leaning forward and watching with rapt attention. They never imagined a teacher could be broken down so thoroughly. They never believed that a cocky guy like Mason could be so easily subjugated and domesticated.

  Little by little, Julia took away everything he had.

  Soon, she would belong to him entirely. Just one signature, and then it would be done.

  "No, I don't outrank anyone?” Again, Mason couldn't be entirely certain what his owner wished to hear.

  "That's right! You see, I knew you were a teacher for a reason. Obviously, you're a very smart boy. So when I untie you, are you going to try to get away?"

  For just a fractional second, Mason really did think about trying to bull rush his way past these girls. Theoretically, it would be easy. They were smaller than him. But if he tried, he would have nowhere else to go. More importantly, Julia would tell everyone about his fraud.

  No, escape wasn't an option.

  He shook his head.

  "Say it," she said, tugging on his scalp. Another little jolt of pain ran through his nerves, and his eyes watered briefly. He blinked away the pain, listening as the girls giggled.

  "I can't escape. I belong to you."

  "That's right! And guess what? I'm going to keep you forever! You are going to be my favorite toy. And in time, I'm sure you're going to learn to enjoy it." This time, Julia glanced at her friends, and they all laughed again. They knew the truth. Some part of Mason would never be able to accept Julia as his owner. Some part of Mason would always long for his independence and the power he once wielded in the classroom.

  Except those days were now behind him. He saw that now, and Julia leaned forward. She kissed Mason on the mouth, hard. Her tongue teased his, and the heat nearly exploded through his body. He kept thinking, hoping that he would somehow be able to climax, but the chastity device held his cock down, preventing any orgasm at all.

  She pulled back, leaving him dizzy.

  Julia circled around him, and she started to untie his bonds. Even when he was free, he didn't move from that chair. Honestly, he didn't know where he could possibly go or what he could do, not until Mason gave Mason a fresh command.

  "I think my friends and I are pretty excited. So, we want to feel your tongue."

  "Me first," said the blonde. She sat down on the couch, she leaned forward, and she started to strip out of her lower garments.

  Before long, Mason licked his lips as he faced that girl’s pussy. She really was a natural blonde, and her nether lips glistened with excitement.

  "Get to it," Julia commanded.

  He started to stand, but she grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down onto the floor. "Crawl."

  Whil
e her friends giggled, Mason obeyed. He dropped down onto his hands and knees, and he started to crawl across the room. He wished for more distance, more time to think, but sooner rather than later, he found herself at the feet of the blonde girl.

  "Come on," she said, grabbing him by his hair. She pulled him close, sliding his head right between her hips.

  Braced on his hands and knees, he started to lick. He flicked out his tongue, but the blonde called out, "I know you're a smart guy. You can do better than that!"

  "I guess you just need some incentive," said someone else. In this position, Mason obviously couldn't tell who spoke last.

  The other girls came up behind him, and they started to spank him. Someone used the brush. Someone else used the flat of her hand. Either way, he took a double spanking, which definitely prompted him to go faster. His tongue moved like a little hurricane against the blonde’s pussy.

  She moaned, not at all self-conscious. The other girls kept playing with the toy too. They spanked and paddled him, making sure he felt every single strike. Used and debased, Mason gave this girl everything she had.

  After a minute or three, she shoved him back. She had enjoyed every single orgasm he gave her, but now it was someone else's turn.

  The brunette sat down next, she spread her legs, and she peeled back her skirt. She dropped her panties, and Mason had no choice but to service her too. He had been demoted to the status of their living sex toy.

  "Go," Julia commanded with a snap of her fingers, and this time, Mason didn't even try to stand. He crawled over to the next girl. He started to lick, swiping his tongue from side to side and up and down. He traced quick circles, hoping that he would do a good job.

  His backside already stung a shade of bright red, and he honestly didn't know how much more he could take.

  With one girl after another, he acted just like a plaything. He was an obedient toy, making the girls giggled and moan in equal measure. Sometimes, they stroked his hair. At other times, they were just as happy to slap his buttocks, savoring the sound every strike made.

  When the girls were spent, they lounged about on the couches, each one of Julia’s friends resting their arms and smiling.

  "Mason, go back to the kitchen and get us some wine."

  He peered back up at her for several heartbeats, hoping she would give some indication of when he might be allowed in orgasm. Despite everything, that need had never diminished. Now that every single girl in this room had been serviced at least once, he kept hoping that he might to get a treat.

  "Go, pet," she said, pointing back toward the kitchen.

  This time, he got up onto his feet, and he started walking. He didn't ask about his clothing. Oh no, these girls were going to keep him naked except for the chastity device.

  Back in the kitchen, he quickly found a tray, several wineglasses, and he started to pour one Julia and each of her friends. When he was done, he went back into the living room. He waited for Julia to acknowledge him.

  Finally, she smiled back at her plaything. "Good boy. It's nice to know that you can be trained. It's nice to know that I can get you to do anything I want."

  His skin turned another shade of crimson, and the other girls laughed at his expense.

  "Ladies, I have to have a few words with my pet professor. But please, have some wine. Enjoy the evening.”With those words, Julia got up, and she held out her hand. Reluctantly and obediently, Mason took it.

  She led him back to the house, and his hope started to build again. They were going straight toward his bedroom, or at least what had once been his bedroom.

  When they were halfway there, Mason spotted the backpack hanging from her other hand. He had to wonder what other toys it contained. Somehow, he didn't think he really wanted to find out.

  "Lay down, on your back," she commanded once they made it back into the master bedroom.

  Mason obeyed, climbing onto the bed. Julia stripped the sheets and blankets, leaving them feeling exposed.

  “Spread your legs. Lift your hands over your head."

  "What, what are you going to do?” Mason asked. Before this girl had started his training, he had always used language to his advantage. He could be so charming with the right kind of confidence.

  But now, he raised his arms and spread his legs, making his body even more vulnerable for her. And this young woman simply smirked down at him.

  She reached into her backpack, and she pulled out four sets of straps. She secured one to each of his wrists, and then she locked the opposite ends to the headboard. She did the same with his feet, making sure he was nice and secure.

  Only then did Julia climb up onto the bed herself. She straddled him, touching her eight fingers to his chest and dragging them down the length of his torso.

  "I'm going to have so much fun playing with you when we are alone. So right now, you are going to stay right here where I've left you, and I'm going to go entertain my friends. What you think of that?"

  Mouth dry, Mason stared back up with this girl, understanding what kind of answer she expected. Hating himself for supplying it, he said, "I'm going to stay here."

  "And you're not going to make any noise, are you?"

  "No, I'm not,” he said, utterly defeated.

  "Good boy. But you know, I really want to be sure you're not going to make any noise. I'd hate to have to come in here and discipline you. What kind of hostess would that make me?"

  Julia retrieved her panties again. At some point, she must've put them back on, not that he had ever seen her do it. Then again, her friends had been plenty distracting.

  She pulled off her panties once again, and he reluctantly opened his mouth before she even gave him the order. She pushed her underwear into his mouth, and then she tapped his cheek. "I'll be back in a little while," she promised.

  Hopping off of the bed, she went right back toward the door, he watched her go, his eyes on her tight little ass.

  She placed her hand on the knob, and then she paused. "Oh, I almost forgot.”His beautiful student turned around, and she sauntered back up to the bed. She pulled out the key to his cock lock, and she unlocked him.

  Right away, his cock stiffened, standing almost straight up.

  "Have fun while I’m gone," she said, stroking his member from the base all the way up to the tip.

  Just like that, she got up, and she left him there.

  while Julia laughed with her friends, enjoying the wine and his home, her teacher remained naked, struggling with everything he had. At this point, there wasn't much of his strength left.

  Or maybe it was something else.

  Mason despised the possibility, but maybe, just maybe some part of him couldn't bring himself to fight anymore. He had been wrestling with this girl all night, and she had defeated him at every turn.

  More importantly, he couldn't overcome the simple fact of what she knew. With her evidence, she could destroy his career with just a phone call or something as simple as an e-mail. Hell, a text could be enough.

  Growling with frustration, he yanked on his straps again, wishing he could somehow free himself from her hold.

  If nothing else, he wanted to prove his masculinity, and his strength, by getting out of those shackles.

  Maybe the cock lock wasn't on his member any longer, but Mason still itched for an orgasm like nothing else. Besides, he loved the idea of demonstrating his defiance and independence to this young woman. She needed to understand she couldn't control him, not really. She couldn't force him to obey her.

  Or maybe Mason just needed to prove it to himself.

  Exhaling through his mouth, he tried to summon up another burst of strength. By this point, he had lost count of how many times he had tried to rip himself free. Obviously, there would be bruises around his wrists and ankles, yet those details seemed largely unimportant.

  The door opened again, and she sauntered in.

  "I've come to a decision," Julia announced, perching herself on the edge of the bed. Almost a
bsentmindedly, She reached over, stroking his like it wasn’t a big deal.

  Pivoting his hips to the side, he tried to keep his penis out of her reach, but she just adjusted easily. Smiling down at him, she said, "Mason, next quarter I have some free time in my schedule, so I think it would be good if I became your assistant.”

  "What are you talking about?"

  "I’m going to be your TA. You know, you could still teach, but I would come to all of your classes, and if you make any mistakes, I would point them out. Oh, and I would also be willing to help your students deal with you. Sometimes, you can be very unapproachable, so it would be nice to have someone to help form the connection."

  "You're going to mess with me, aren't you?"

  "Every single chance I get," Julia vowed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

  "No, I won't do it."

  "Of course you will," she said. "And you know why you're going to do it? Do you know why you're going to go to the head of your department and request to have me made into your student aide?"

  His nostrils flared. Hoping to hold onto some slight sliver of his independence, he refused to speak another word.

  Julia shrugged, rolling her shoulders back because she really didn't mind. She enjoyed talking down to him anyway.

  Stroking his shaft some more, making the tip drip with his pre-come, she continued, "Mason, you're going to give me everything I want because you really get a choice. Tomorrow, you're going to call up a lawyer and a notary public, and you're going to transfer all of your assets into my name. But don't worry. I'm going to let you keep your job. Of course, we’re going to have to change your direct deposit so your paycheck goes into an account I control. Don't worry. It’s not a big deal since you’re not going to need money anymore."

  His eyes locked on her, and he kept trying to convince himself that she was somehow joking, or maybe that this was just a bad dream, except everything felt too real, especially her grip on his tumescent penis. His entire body ached for an orgasm, only she hadn’t made her point, not yet.