Patricia and the Professor
Faye Duncan
F/f, Pain, Humil.
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The two women, both the older and the younger one, were lying together in the older one's bed, naked, sweaty, and, for the moment, satisfied. They had just completed a most enjoyable spate of lovemaking. The older woman had cum twice in the past fifteen minutes due, in no small part, to the delicious tonguing of her pussy and clitoris accomplished by the younger woman. The older woman was a professor of Romance Languages at the local college. The younger woman, a girl really, was a nineteen-year-old student who had fallen hard for her prof. The younger one was a very willing pupil who had learned well from her mentor just how to please an older woman with her tongue and her cunning little fingers. The older woman was named Professor Renue. The younger woman was called Patricia.
The older woman knew a great deal about the younger one; her deepest, darkest dreams. She had had no compunctions about using such knowledge of several of her young girl pupils to her own sick, twisted, advantage. And she saw absolutely no reason not to do the same with her willing little, and, as it turned out, subby slut pupil.
The older woman was stroking the younger woman's long, brown hair with one hand and playing languidly with her pupil's moist pussy lips with the other.
"Do you still love me, Patricia? Do you still love your dear Professor Renue?"
The younger woman looked up adoringly at the older woman and sighed sensuously.
"Yes, Professor Renue. I love you very much. You have opened my world to so many new experiences, and I am completely devoted to you for it."
The older woman smiled down beatifically.
"Good girl, Patricia. That's my very good girl. I know how much you love being in my class, looking up at me with those sad doe eyes of yours, longing for me to stand by your desk and raise my skirt enough for you to slip your head adoringly between my thighs right there in class to show everyone how much you love me. Isn't that right, Patricia?"
The younger woman thought about it for a moment, then she nodded emphatically.
"Yessssssss, Professor Renue. I sit there in your class each day and remember what it feels like to taste your intoxicating pussy juices and hear those little moans you make just before I get you to cum into my mouth. I sit there and want to taste you all over again. I love you so much."
The older woman stroked the younger woman's cheek. She had such yummy plans for this little girl. She just had to bring her along. That's all.
"Such a good, loving little freshman girl, Patricia. I don't know when I've had as devoted a little slut as you lick my pussy for me. But now, baby, it's time for you to pass one of Professor Renue's little devotion tests to prove just how much you really do love me and want to make me happy. Do you think you can pass my little devotion test, baby girl?"
Again another emphatic little nod from the younger woman.
"Yessss, oh yesssss! I can pass any test you think to give me. I love you so very, very much, and want to please you with all my might."
The older woman placed the tip of her forefinger on the younger woman's lower lip. The younger woman eagerly bent forward and began sucking on her Professor's finger as if she were nursing at the breast.
"Sweet little child. I'm a lucky girl to have you, Patricia. Such a willing student."
The older woman slid her moist, saliva-covered finger out of her student's worshipful mouth.
"Thank you so much, Professor Renue. I want to be your good little freshman slut girl. It makes me soppy wet and tingly just thinking about what you might want to do to me."
The older woman slowly removed her sticky fingers from her student's moist pussy, licked them clean, and then giggled deep in her throat. Things couldn't be going any better.
"Yes, sweetie. I can tell just how wet you are right now just thinking of it. It makes me wet also thinking of what I'm going to do to you. Do you remember how much I like it when you put your cute little lips against my pussy and drink your Professor Renue's pee pee `right from the tap'?"
The younger woman blushed pink all the way down to her naked chest, but she smiled and nodded just the same.
"Yesssss, oh yesssss. I love the taste of my Professor's golden pee! It's so hot and pungent, and drinking it proves just how devoted I am to you. Doesn't it, Professor Renue?"
Now it was time for the older woman to nod her agreement.
"That's right, little one. And now your loving Professor wants to get at your own darling pee pee, but I don't plan to drink it from your cunning little pee hole. I just want to look at it as it comes out of your body as a sure sign of your devotion to me."
The younger woman wore a perplexed look on her pretty young face. Still she was willing to do what she needed to do to satisfy her Professor. If peeing in front of her mentor was the test, she knew she could pass with flying colors.
"Then do you want me to get up and pee pee into a bowl so you can watch me do it in front of you, Professor Renue. I'd be embarrassed and humiliated to have to do that right in front of you, but if it will prove how devoted I am to you, I'll do it right now."
The older woman looked pleased with how this was all going. Her pupil was willing enough to satisfy her, but her idea of merely peeing in front of her professor wasn't nearly proof enough. Not nearly enough.
"What a sweet little slut child to be willing to degrade yourself by doing that for me, precious. But that's not exactly what I had in mind. I want to help my little slut girl pee pee, princess, and I also want to have the power to control exactly when you pee pee."
The younger woman looked even more perplexed at her professor's words.
"I don't understand Professor Renue. I can hold my pee pee until you give me permission, but how can you help me pee pee?"
The older woman's face took on an aspect of emerging cunning, and just a touch of cruelty.
"Well, my sweet little slut girl, I just happen to have a certain something with me that will allow me to help you pee pee exactly when I want you to. And it will be such fun using it on you, Patricia, especially since it will hurt you and you already know how much I love hurting my little class slut girl, don't you?"
The younger woman blushed even redder and averted her doe eyes from the countenance of her Professor. Then she couldn't help herself from blurting it out.
"Yes, Professor Renue. I know how much you like hurting me and, and, and, and how much I want you to hurt me to prove how much I am willing to take to prove that I love you."
The older woman saw with cruel delight that she had coaxed a humiliating admission from the lips of her young student lover.
"That's right, Patricia. You do seem to be able to endure quite a bit of pain as a proof of your devotion to me. So I have no reason to think you won't want to let me help you pee pee even if it hurts you a bit."
The younger woman turned her adoring gaze back toward her Professor lover. She was re-assured by what she had heard and now more than willing to obey.
"Thank you, Professor Renue for believing in me and how devoted I am to you."
The older woman bent down and planted a sweet little kiss on the younger woman's upturned lips. Their searching tongues intertwined for a brief moment. Then the older woman raised up once more. Her eyes flashed with wanton and cruel hunger.
"Not at all, precious. Now, let's not waste another minute. I'm just dying to start helping you pee pee. Look, Patricia. Here it is. A nice, long catheter tube with your name on it. Doesn't it look just precious?"
The older woman had reached under her pillow and extracted a long, thin latex thing that looked for all the world just like a baby snake. She held it in front of the younger woman's face so she could really see it.
The younger woman watched as the baby snake moved back and forth in front of her sweet young face. As it swung back and forth, she became almost mesmerized by its tantalizing appearance.
"I've never seen one before, Professor Renue. What does it do?"
The older woman licked her lips in anticipation, then she decided that part of the fun would be explaining the device to her little slut student, and what she planned to do with it.
"Well, sweet girl, here's how it works. All you have to do is just lie back against those pillows, open those lovely, smooth, coltish legs or yours and let me do the rest. Can you do that for me, Patricia, like a good girl?"
A tingle of worry crossed the younger girl's thoughts. There just had to be more to it than that. But then she smiled loving up at her Professor. This was, after all, a test of her devotion to the older woman. The young girl nodded.
"Yes, Professor Renue. I can do that or anything else you say because I love you and I love the things you do to me that excite me and make me wet for you."
The older woman absently fondled the small, pert breasts of the younger woman as she lay there. This was really going to be such sick fun!
"Good girl, Patricia. Now do as you're told, and I'll do my part to help you pee pee. First I have to find your little girl pee hole, so play like you're peeing for me just a little bit so I can see just exactly where your pee pee comes out."
The younger girl immediately pressed down with her Keagle muscles and willed herself to pee pee just a little bit for her Professor. She knew that peeing in front of Professor Renue was highly embarrassing to her. But she so wanted to please her mentor and lover.
"Am I doing it okay for you, Professor Renue. I just peed a little bit so you could find my pee hole."
The older woman watched fascinated as little spurts of golden girl pee escaped from her student's tiny pee hole. She so adored making little girls like Patricia pee pee in front of her, and she just couldn't wait for the real thing to begin!
You did that very well, baby. The sheet is a little bit wet, but that's okey because I now know exactly where to put in the catheter to help you pee pee. By the way, Patricia, I'm not going to lube the cath before putting it in. That way it will hurt more and I''ll like that so much better. Is that okay with you, sweetie? "
The younger girl wriggled a little bit at hearing that her Professor wanted to cath her in ways that would hurt more, but the thought of pleasing the older woman dispelled any last reservations she may have had. She would prove just how devoted a slut lover she could be!
"Yessssssss, Professor Renue. I can feel myself getting wet between my pussy lips just thinking of what you are going to do to me."
The older woman leaned down and whispered sensually into the ear of the younger woman.
"I know, Patricia. I could see the little dew drops glistening from your yummy little nether lips. It makes your Professor so proud to know that what I'm doing to you makes my little girl slut wet."
The younger woman smiled up at her Professor. She was passing the test! She was, she was! She leaned back against the pillows and sighed languidly.
"I love you do much, Professor Renue. Do anything to me you want to do if it will make you happy and prove how devoted I am."
The older woman reached down and placed the very tip of the catheter against the younger woman's now exposed pee hole.
"That's my good little slut girl. Now, I'm going to insert the tip of the cath into your precious little pee hole and it's going to hurt a little. But I know you can stand the pain just like a brave little soldier for me. Right, little one?"
The younger woman sucked in her breath, awaiting the pain she knew was to come, and welcoming it.
"Yeeeees I can endure anything so long as you are doing it to me, Professor. Ohhhhhh! That itches just like tiny ants were stinging me!"
The older woman caressed the younger woman's hair as if to comfort her as the fingers of her other hand began to push the catheter inside.
"I know, precious. But you see I want it to hurt. Just let me turn the end of the cath back and forth between my fingers as I slooooooooowwwwwwwwly push it deep inside my baby girl. That should make it hurt a whole lot more."
Little tears of agony began to form in the younger girl's eyes and run down her cheeks. Her breathing became shallow and irregular.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It HURTS, HURTS, HURTS. Please, Professor Renue. Please stop for a minute and let me get used to it. Please, please, please!"
The older woman's tormenting hand just kept up its pressure while her other hand stroked the younger woman's hair. A kind of fiendish glee began showing itself on the older woman's face. This was the first little student slut she had ever been able to do this to, and she was enjoying every second of it to the fullest.
"Now, now, Patricia. You know I can't do that, little one. That would let you get used to the pain, and I don't want my little baby slut to get used to the pain just yet. Do you still love me, Patricia, even after what I'm doing to you, baby"
The younger woman began to writhe around on the bed, but the catheter was too far inside her now to be pulled out by her writhing. The older woman held it in place and began rolling the end of it between thumb and forefinger.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD. IT H U R T S!"
The older woman placed her lips against the younger woman's ear.
"Tell me you love me, Patricia, and I'll stop for just a minute to let you rest."
The younger woman heard her mentor's cruel words and she surrendered.
I LLLLLOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEEEEE YYYYYOOOUUUUU! IIIIIII LOVE YOU, PROFESSOR RENUE. NOW PLEASE MAKE IT STOP HURTING! PLEASE, PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU TELL ME, JUST PLEASE STOP FOR A MINUTE."
The older woman stopped pressing her hand against the younger woman's pussy for just a moment.
"I'm so glad you still love me because what I'm doing to you is making your Professor Renue sooooooooooo wet. But I'll agree to stop for a moment and let you catch your breath."
The younger woman wriggled on the bed like a gaffed eel.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Just please stop for only a minute and let me get used to the pain. It feels like evil little bees are stinging me all inside. Please, Professor Renue, when you do this next time, please put the lube on the cath so it won't hurt so much."
The older woman's face took on a stern visage.
"No, Patricia. I can't do that, and I won't do that. That would make it hurt less, and I don't want there to be any question about your level of devotion to me. You still are devoted to me, aren't you, slut? You do want me to know that, don't you?"
The younger woman sobbed out her surrender.
"Yesssssss, Professor Renue. I am completely devoted to you and I want to show how much by letting you do anything to me you wish. But it HURTS!"
The older woman laughed out loud.
"Of course it hurts, Patricia. Gosh. For a bright young girl like you, you do say the stupidest things sometimes. It's obvious that it hurts just because I want it to hurt. Now enough of your stalling. I want to help you pee pee right now. It's the very least I can do for my little lover girl. So just a little twisty-turny with my fingers as I push and then pull back a little, then push a little harder so the tip will go just a little further inside my little baby slut's urethra. See how careful I'm being, baby?"
The younger girl was so enmeshed in her pain she hardly heard the words the older woman was saying to her.
"OHHHHHHH GOD! It burns like acid. Please just push it inside me without turning it between your fingers. That is what hurts the most."
The older woman nodded her complete agreement with the younger woman's assessment.
"I know little one. But you must admit that the pain I'm giving you is making you drip like a little slut faucet. You can feel my fingers deep inside your precious little pussy, and they are wet and sticky. And every time I push a little on the cath, your darling little slit squeezes my fingers like they were in a velvet vice. You can't deny it, Patricia, can you?"
The younger woman was slowly accustoming herself to the pain. And, she most certainly had to admit that she was also beginning to feel the first erotic stirrings deep inside her that always led to a glorious orgasm.
"No, Professor Renue. I can't deny that what you are doing to me makes me wet and drippy. What have you done to me to make me be this way?"
The older woman's face took on the quizzical aspect of a professor in the classroom, lecturing her students.
"Why nothing, sweet little girl. Nothing that you didn't want for yourself somewhere deep inside. If I have done anything, I have only unlocked the door to a part of you that hungered to be treated just as I am treating you now. Don't fret, baby. We're almost there. Just one more little twist and we'll push that bad old cath right into your cunning little bladder. Then I'll really have control over when you pee pee and how much. Won't that be jolly?"
The younger woman's eyes suddenly grew wider and her expression changed from one of sweet suffering to one of beatitude.
"Ohhh, Professor Renue. I can feel the tip pushing into my bladder. I'm going to be allowed to pee pee out of the cath now! Aren't I?"
The older woman smiled down at her slut submissive.
"Not quite yet, little one. Why don't you look down between those sweet little pink breasts of yours that I so love to twist and squeeze. If you do, you'll see I have put a cunning little clamp on the end of the cath. I have clamped the cath shut, so your pee pee cannot get out the end. This is how I plan to control WHEN you pee pee."
The younger woman began to scream in purest sensual agony.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THAT'S KILLING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Let me pee pee, please, please, please! I'll do anything you tell me to do. I'll lick your pussy right in the middle of class. I'll sit naked in class and play with my tits. I'll beg you and beg you out loud in front of everyone in class to degrade me in any way you can imagine. BUT PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME PEE PEE!!"
The older woman's voice took on the soothing tone of a mother trying to comfort her child who has hurt herself playing.
"Now, now, little girl. Is this any way for you to show me how much you love me? I'm having so much fun by keeping you from peeing through the cath. The thought of it makes me practically gush. And, oh, look at this. You're peeing little dribbles right around the cath. Your bladder must have been really full, baby. But you're getting those little dribbles of girl pee pee all over my clean sheets. I'll have to punish you for that later."
The younger woman had become completely oblivious to what the older woman was saying to her. Her agony was now total.
"GOD, GOD, GOD! PLEASE, PROFESSOR RENUE. Please open the clamp now, so I can pee pee through the cath!"
The older woman looked down with an expression of petulance on her flushed face. She knew that her young thrall had reached the limit of her endurance, but it annoyed her no end to let up on the girl just when she was really beginning to feel the salacious effects of torturing her.
"Oh, all right, little cry baby. Besides, I don't want any more of your girl pee soiling my sheets. Here. I'll put this cute silver bowl under the end of the cath and open the clamp. But you had better fill that bowl up for me, baby. I want to watch my little slut's pee pee gush out of the end of the cath. Now don't disappoint me, baby!"
The younger woman's gratitude at her benefactor's generosity was boundless. She had fallen hard for her Professor at the beginning of the term, and now she had committed herself completely to the older woman. Forgotten was the fact that her professor was the very one tormenting her. All she could think about now was the fact that Professor Renue had taken the pain away.
"Oh thank you thank you, thank you, Professor Renue. It feels wonderful!!!!! My pee pee is gushing out of me. I can hear it splashing into the bowl. God! This is bliss. I think I orgasmed just when you opened the clamp."
The older woman's smile was loving and proud.
"I think you did, too, Patricia. There's a sizable wet spot on my sheets, and it isn't all girl pee. Not by a long shot. You are such a good girl, and you've practically filled up the bowl for me. See how helpful I was to you!!!!!"
The younger woman's naked body fairly glowed with sated sexuality. She had PASSED THE TEST!!!!!!
"Yessss, Professor Renue. You helped me pee pee a lot and you helped me cum cum, too! Thank you."
The older woman tousled the younger woman's hair. Patricia had passed the first real test of devotion, and there would be SO many more tests to pass!
"You are welcome, slut girl. And now we'll drink a little toast to our mutual success. Sit up and I'll tilt the bowl so you can have a big sip."
The younger woman slid up the bed so she could sit up and take her drink.
"Thank you, Professor Renue. My pee pee tastes so hot and pungent. Almost like yours, but not so strong."
The older woman nodded her head in agreement after taking her own well-deserved sip of the younger woman's pee.
"So it does, little one. Just the way I like little girl pee pee to taste!"
Seeing that her mentor was in a giving mood, the younger girl asked shyly.
"Can you take the cath out now, Professor? Can you please?"
The older woman, WAS in a giving mood. And it never hurt to give in to a subby slut like Patricia every once in a while.
"Well, all right. Since you've been such an obedient girl. But I'm going to have some fun taking it out. I'm going to do a little more twisty-turny with my fingers, and then I'm going to push-pull on it some more. I just adore fucking a little girl's pee hole."
The younger woman suddenly realized that one should be careful about what she wished for. She might just get it.
"OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that hurts so much. Please just take it all the way out. Please!"
The older woman's tone became petulant.
"But I want to play with you some more, Patricia. I adore the pain my little cath screwing is giving your nasty little pee hole. You still want to make your Professor happy, don't you?"
Seeing no choices open to her, the younger woman bowed to her inevitable place in this relationship.
"Yesss I do want to make you happy, and I know that giving me pain and making me beg for more of it makes you happy. If you'll please just take the cath all the way out I promise I'll lie here very still and quiet like a good little slut and you can pinch, and squeeze, and twist, and scratch, and slap me all you want to. Doesn't that prove how much I want to make you happy?"
Seeing that she had won the battle, the older woman relented.
"Okay, little bratty girl. But you promised, and I'm going to take you up on your word. And tomorrow in class, your little pee hole is going to itch and burn like fire. And that will remind you that you belong completely to me. You are mine, all mine, Patricia, and don't you ever forget it!!!"
As the cath finally came out of her tortured little pee hole, Patricia nuzzled happily against the warm, naked body of Professor Renue.
"Oh I won't ever forget, Professor Renue. I want to belong to you. I want to be yours all yours. You HAVE unlocked a side of me I never knew existed before, and I don't ever want to lose that side."
Professor Renue hugged her little girl student slut as hard as she could. Their sweaty, naked bodies pressed together and they kissed madly.
"That's my good little student, Patricia. I'll teach you things about yourself you never suspected, and they will make you cum and cum and cum for me."
The younger girl sighed contentedly.
"Oh, Professor Renue. I just can't wait!"
The professor smiled her cruelest smile.
"Neither can I, little girl. Neither can I."
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