Collaring the Professor in a Pet Store: Two
So Francesco's girl friend Michelle worked at a ladies' or girl's wear boutique, and when her hours and Master's free time coincided we went there. She was somewhat petite in stature, short blond hair, green eyes, slim and small breasted. She was dealing with a customer when we walked in, Tark wearing army fatigues and t-shirt to reveal his muscularity, and I wore nonde*********** khakis and shirt. I wasn’t then interested in Michelle except she was Francesco's girl and I was curious about her, about how she agreed to let Nils fuck her, if that was indeed true. I occasionally saw her in the hall chatting with Francesco and sometimes with Nils, the two guys towering over her small frame. Either he was fucking her with Francesco's permission or he was not. Somehow, the look of the three together, how Francesco exchanged pleasantries with Nils, and how they both occasionally touched "their" girl, suggested the fucking was mutually agreed upon. She must be submissive to Francesco's will, perhaps a slave in training, I speculated, except I didn't know to what degree my student dominated his girl.
And I was intrigued by Tark's desire to seduce her and wanted to see if he had any chance in that direction. He told me to sit on the chair by a mirror and hold that larger butt plug tight in my ass. Frankly, I wanted him to bone her good and hard because she was Francesco’s girl, and the boy was beginning to bother me in my office, making innuendos about how far he wanted to go, how far his professor wanted him to go, all vague innuendos of a domination/submission, even sexual, nature. And after he had met the soldier friend, he posted notes on my private college email about his dirty little journal story, how fantastic it was, nothing forbidden, like a permanent tease. Saying he needed confirmation that he wouldn't be punished for writing anything .... he needed a promise repeated over and over, constantly tantalizing. What the fuck was he writing? I wondered. And it was going to be "really hot shit... pardon my language, sir, but I know what you are looking for from me. In the journal, I mean." He must have sensed that he had captured his professor's interest. Of course I gave him the permission he needed.
Also after the pet store incident, Nils seemed to be looking at his professor in a new way and had come to the office asking for an extension on his work. He wore a t-shirt with the logo "I eat Sushi" written on it.
"Why should I give you an extension?"
"Well, because I want one," and he stretched out his legs and crossed his ankles, clenching his hands behind his head. He wore thick-soled black shoes, Doc Martens probably. "And Francesco said you would because I asked and you like me."
"Francesco? I don't remember mentioning anything about you to him."
"Does it matter? Am I wrong? Yeah, and hey, he tells me you know a soldier. That's fucking cool, man. Sometimes I wonder if I should join the army and see the world and fuck chicks hot for a uniform. Maybe I could meet your friend and he could tell me a thing or two. I bet he could." He laughed, leaning forward and crossing his arms on my desk, staring me hard and provocatively in the eyes, knowing obviously that he could get away with such boldness, for the barriers between us had crumbled. I stared at his biceps.
"What do I have to do around here to get an A?"
"Do something daring," was my professor's joking and serious reply, foolishly reaching out and touching the lad's arm, in a frame of mind to submit. Almost feeling that heavy shoe on my face. Did Nils understand? Did he perceive my fantasy about dominant students humiliating and controlling their teacher? He must have. Tark had conditioned my psychology so that it could only see itself in terms of submission and servitude. I had even begun referring to myself as it, according to Master Tark's designation.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, man, you know I will."
Nils got the extension and gave the professor a very piercing look and ironical smile when he left. And he winked.
Francesco had clearly talked about seeing the professor with Tark in the pet store and the incident with the dog collar, coming into the office when the office mate wasn't there, coming in for no particular reason. I wanted Tark to mount that petite girl in his bed and fuck her senseless with his big dick, holding her arms above her head and maybe even teasing her with Francesco's name as he opened her up and made her writhe under his power. Even cooler if Francesco knew about it, but I wasn't going to say anything. This was Tark's game, Tark's prey. I was the obedient observer. Just as I had become game for Nils and Francesco although it didn't know if they even understood how far to go or in what direction. Except Nils probably had dominated one or two people in the past and I sensed that he wanted to dominate me, his teacher.
I clenched the butt plug, feeling sensations go up and down my spine. Wanted to fuck, to get fucked. Tark was physically training it... yes, I was thinking of myself as an it, losing all sense of identity and self, getting it used to gags and shackles and butt plugs and floggers. It was practicing deep throating on a ten-inch dildo, pliable and thick, sucking it in past the gag reflex every day. Readying its body and spirit for the degradation and fucking Master planned for it. As an enslaved cunt, which Master sometimes called me, I had gone beyond the point of objection and refusal, ceasing to be a professor when in the master's presence, Its other world, the world of obligations, friends, profession, family, etc., disappeared when it was with Master, and it became just the Master's possession or animal or object, to do with as he pleased.
Tark fingered some blouses on a rack and whispered to me. "She's one little fuckable doll, I'll give her that. Getting a boner just thinking about her lips on my dick," he chuckled. Looking up she was startled to see a muscular soldier fondling silk blouses. She didn't know Francesco's teacher, at least she didn't recognize me, as she wasn't in the professor's class nor came to its office with Francesco, so it simply remained quiet, watching Tark flirt with her. He said he wanted to buy a blouse for his daughter and, as if it blurted out of her sweet little cocksucking mouth unexpectedly, she said, "you have a daughter?" Admittedly, Tark didn't look like a fatherly type, but he was old enough to have a fourteen-year-old daughter. Michelle, Francesco had told me, had celebrated her 18th birthday in August. Francesco was nineteen and so was Nils. Tark bantered with her, asked why she was so surprised that he should have a daughter. How old did he look to her? Maybe he should have a paunch and skinny arms and, look, he was indeed wearing a wedding ring. Interesting that he stepped close to her as he fondled the blouses, almost touching her shoulder, close enough for her to smell his aftershave, and she did not move away.
"Trouble is I don't know her size or her color preference. But I want to surprise her. She likes clothes a lot."
Then he said: "as a matter of fact she looks as if she'd be your size. Petite and trim, pretty like you, too."
"Well, I take a Small in these blouses."
"Gee, it would help if I could see you wearing one. Then I'd get a better sense of fit, you know what I mean. And color too. She sort of has your lovely complexion and her hair is shiny like yours too. What color goes best?"
Without hesitation and blushing with pleasure, she grabbed three blouses of different colors and went to the change room. Tark winked at me.
"That little bitch will be sucking my dick within two weeks. I've got a fucking hard-on for her already. You think she noticed? I'm buying the blouse and will find out when she's on duty again this week and I'll come back for something else. First I gotta chat her up, see if she has a coffee break soon. I can tell she likes me already, most teen cunts do, and she’s probably creaming her panties in the change room. My little fuckdoll, my baby girl. I'll give the little bitch to Jamal, see how she likes a black buck. Stuff her fucking panties in your mouth; you'd like that, wouldn't you, cunt? And after we've fucked her, I'm going after her boy friend. One day I'll fuck them together, begging for it, you just wait and see. I'll let him fuck you and train him to be my private pig. By the way, have you licked his boots yet, cunt? We're going back to the pet store soon."
The question struck the cunt as rhetorical at the time and it didn't answer. Didn't know when such an event would ever happen or how, despite Francesco's innuendos and pushing the envelope and my own fantasies. Tark had not yet specifically commanded that it lick Francesco's boots, although it had implicit permission to do so and wanted to, just to tell him if and when it did. And so he engaged Michelle's attention and got her to smile and giggle. Throughout the patter and flirtation scenario it could see her weakening and growing interested, and obviously flattered that a rugged muscular soldier had taken a shine to her. So much for love and loyalty to her boyfriend. But then if Nils was fucking her, it stood to reason that Tark could also use her fuck holes. Admittedly, it was somewhat annoyed being ignored while it sat on the chair, and also jealous. And it clenched the butt plug.
So Tark met Michelle three times at the mall within two weeks, telling his professor bitch about each occasion. On the third he pretended that she had annoyed him and he sat silent, ignoring her, in the coffee shop, and he could tell that she was getting more and more upset, and apologized for something she didn't even know she had done. She was talking and whining like a submissive who had displeased her master, although she didn't realize it. What can I do to show you how sorry I am? Please don't be angry with me please tell me what's wrong. So they went to her car and he kissed her and placed his hand between her legs and she squeezed it with her thighs and clung to him. You love me? He asked. And she replied yes crazy but yes. And then he knew that he had her exactly the way he wanted. Cooing, promising, soothing, cajoling, caressing, he got her to speak to him about her "feelings," for him, as well as her love for Francesco, yes, she had fantasies, and so on. He allowed her to touch his hard cock under his jeans but did not release it then to fuck her in the car or let her him suck it off. She got hot and submissive. Arrangements were made.
The fourth time together occurred in the master's apartment. I had been ordered to come over for the afternoon after classes with a case of beer and some groceries for Tark, expecting to do the laundry and maybe even get flogged again after sniffing poppers. By that point I usually stripped naked, since clothes conferred dignity and identity, and a slave has none, acquiring only the dignity of a submissive, the dignity of belonging to a master and satisfying its owner. But it was allowed to wear Tark's underwear as a form of humiliation and ownership, choke collared and leashed unless it had to go to the basement for the laundry. Even then it had to wear the choke collar.
So Master Tark's teacher cunt opened the door to the sound of giggles and little jolts of heavy breathing. Tark was stripped to his waist, holding a naked Michelle (except for black panties) on his lap, nuzzling her neck, nibbling her hair, licking her lips, sometimes gently kissing and slipping his tongue inside her sweet mouth. She was blindfolded so she didn't see me, although she did ask who was there. Who came in?"
'Don't worry your little head about it, sweetie, I told you a friend would be stopping by to do some housecleaning. He won't bother us. Here, sniff this." And she snorted up the fumes from a popper bottle so she was not entirely able to make sense of her surroundings and was compliant. Her pussy lips were already swollen from the rubbing Tark must have given them. So sweet, finely haired, here was Francesco's girl friend, naked on my master's lap. Would Francesco get a fucking shock out of that? I was beginning to get aroused, wondering how my cock would feel in that tight little cunt. What a delicate little beauty she was, almost glowing in lust. For the first time, I wanted her, wanted to fuck her, wanted to feel her soft limbs wrapped around my neck as I hammered her precious cunt. Would the Master ever allow it? Perhaps if it begged its Master, or licked Francesco's boots, it would be given the privilege of fucking the little bitch.
Lifting her off the sofa, Master Tark slung the blindfolded Michelle over his shoulder, her head and arms hanging down, her legs pressed together over his chest, one of his arms wrapped around her waist. Then he carried his captured prey to the bedroom. He had guessed right: she had fantasies of being carried off, of being hoisted and gently raped by a big strong man. Gently raped, for he also fucked a married cunt who had rougher rape fantasies. He was very good with rape fantasies, especially one bitch who liked to be stalked and then taken supposedly against her will in an abandoned place somewhere.
Hence the blindfold which was really a tight fitting silky latex mask that covered half her face and tied behind her head with fine leather strips. She couldn't see out of it, or under, or over, or around it. And she was forbidden to use her hands to remove it. She was moaning and wriggling a bit over his shoulder, but she wasn't screaming or resisting. That sweet little cunt wanted Tark to fuck her and fuck her good. What a slut she must be at heart. Francesco, Nils, and now ever so quickly Master Tark, all claimed her cunt. Would Master enslave her as well or just fuck her for the fun of it as a means somehow of getting to Francesco? When would the boy discover the truth?
Francesco of course was much taller than she and despite his slender built he was strong enough to fulfill her fantasy of being carried, but did he fulfill her rape fantasy? She wanted to feel big muscle and Tark obliged. He told his slave to clean up the kitchen but it could tell that Master wouldn't mind if it watched him a bit. Master didn't immediately release her but pulled her panties down with one hand and threw them to his pet professor, telling it to stuff them in its mouth. Of course it obeyed and shoved the pussy-smelling and damp panties into its mouth, filling the cavity, relishing the humiliation and texture and flavour, desiring to tongue the girl's sweet cunt. But Tark fingered her cunt as it watched, hot and bothered, the master's forefinger sliding in and out, and then two fingers, and then three. He was going to fist fuck her while she was slung over his shoulders.
She moaned out loud but didn't struggle.
"Yeah, daddy's baby girl likes that, doesn't she?" It wondered if Francesco handled the little cunt that way as well, or was he a gentleman in bed, afraid of hurting his little girl, afraid of rough play, limited in his sexual roles and desires. Did Nils also hoist her over his strong shoulders and carry off to enact a rape scenario? It suspected Nils of great sexual, liberated, and even violent tendencies. Nils probably could smack submissives silly. Thinking about that, my cock grew hard imagining it. How would Francesco react to the knowledge that the soldier, whom he clearly admired, was now finger fucking his sweet girl friend slung over a powerful shoulder, and getting ready to separate her legs and sink his big hard cock into her tight wet cunt? Certainly a well-used cunt, no stranger to hard cock. Little did Francesco realize that Tark would make him his bitch as well. The next time I saw Francesco, it would be with the knowledge that Tark had fucked Michelle and she wanted more.
"Mmmm, daddy's baby needs it bad, that's what it feels like." He pulled out his hand and motioned it to lick off his fingers. Removing the panties, I sucked them, then pushed them all into its mouth, four fingers down to the knuckles. What a delicate sugary sweet flavour her cunt juices had. My cock stirred. Master had promised that soon he would get a cock cage for it to prevent its cock from doing what it shouldn't without Master's permission. Even its cock would have to obey the master's will, its body was not its own, its sexual pleasure was not its own to express without permission. Then Tark unzipped his fatigues to liberate a rock hard cock. He grabbed one of my hands and placed it on his dick. It wrapped its fingers around the majestic cock, thick and hard and demanding and it nearly swooned on the spot.
"This is what all cunts need....even you, professor."
The doorbell rang and Tark grunted, answer it, bitch, and of course it obeyed. Opening the door, it gasped to see big Jamal, dressed in his motorcycle jacket and jeans and black boots.
"Well, well, if it ain't Tark's pet teacher. How ya doin' bitch?" He entered, hearing the girl moaning in the bedroom, and removed his jacket and t-shirt.
"Glad my buddy Tark called in the troops. Looks like I got some work to do. By the way, has he fucked you yet? He pulled at the choke collar and tightened it, making me gasp. And he whispered, "one day, one day...this black buck's gonna rape you," then released and left it shaken. I was afraid of Jamal. As he disappeared in the bedroom, exclaiming, "fuck, buddy, you brought home a little white pussy for her black daddy," Clearly the two had played "daddy" games together before. I had to fight back a tremendous inclination to strip naked, and crawl into the bed. And I was half-terrified and half-tempted by Jamal's threat. But the anxiety and fear heightened my lust....switching from first person pronoun to neutral third my mind swirled with the tension between I and it, and it could already feel Jamal's pumping down its throat.
So I, rather it, went into the kitchen and began cleaning up, wondering if it should strip although the master hadn't yet requested that, feeling the choke collar around its neck, wondering what Tark would want to eat and drink when he came out, but it suspected the soldiers would spend at least two hours fucking Francesco's girl friend. Fortunately I had brought student papers and could mark them at the little kitchen table by the front window while the two soldiers played with Michelle. The little fuckdoll would never be the same.
It smiled at the thought. And wondered about Jamal's questions. When would it get fucked? It was preparing its ass with various sized butt plugs, according to Master's instructions. And it wondered about the next trip to the pet store, and seeing Francesco in class afterwards, knowing what his girl friend was doing with Tark, and I also wondered about Francesco's dirty little story he was writing just for his professor. It was due in a matter of days. I thrilled over the belief that Francesco had powerfully dark sexual fantasies. Had he been speaking privately with Tark? And Jamal determined to fuck it with Tark's permission. I felt shaken and half out of its mind ... it was waiting for the inevitable.
(to be continued…)
