TRAINING THE PROF
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Part 8
Next time Maria encountered Julian she realised at once the poor man was suffering from nervous exhaustion. For the next week she kept her demands to the minimum whilst the cock-sucker adjusted to his new sub-status. She didn't even inspect his new wardrobe, although of course she had heard all about it from Mrs Bowen.
Friday ten days on from his visit to the shop, she informed him she would be calling the following night at 8, and that he was to be ready for him. He was.
She arrived on time with simon in tow. Julian greeted her with respect before conducting her to the sitting room.
`How may I serve you, Miss?' he asked, very conscious of the bra under his shirt, and the thong he had daringly selected for her visit.
`Just stand there, wimp, whilst simon strips you for my inspection.'
The lad came over and with hesitant fingers began to remove Julian's outer garments. Maria smiled to herself as the thong was revealed to her gaze. Once her tutor was reduced just to his bra and panties she instructed Julian to strip simon, again to his undies. The lad stood totally passively whilst Julian divested him of his clothes, leaving him just in a pair of tight white briefs.
She made the pair kneel before her, then pulled up her skirt to reveal her plain white ribbed-cotton panties.
Observe closely' she instructed and pulled her panties down to reveal her pulsing privates. She opened her legs even wider so the pair could see her full glory. Right simon' she said, `you can start the worship session.'
The lad stared adoringly at her cunt and began a litany of praise for the pussy goddess exposed before him, praising the line of her cunt-lips the curl of her pubic hair, the scents of her pussy wafting across from her open legs. On and on he went until finally he reached the end of his paean of praise.
`Your turn now, cock-sucker.'
Julian stared at this young woman's private parts. And to his great surprise he really did want to worship her pussy. It was after all with her pussy that she had first marked him as her personal property. And so he added his praise to those of robin's. When he had finished she asked him if he wished to kiss her Temple of Pleasure. And he did, and said so.
She smiled to herself as the self-confessed queer lecturer placed his lips reverentially on her cunt. Yes, she thought to herself, just as I suspected. He is ripe for change. But first he must admit what he is.
She called robin and from her bag extracted a key. She saw the surprised pleasure in the lad's eyes.
`Yes robin, you have been a very good maid all week, so I am going to let you out for the weekend.'
She pulled down his panties and with skilled hands unlocked his chastity belt and removed it. The lad's cock sprang to full attention in a trice. She stroked it, sensing the pulse of ejaculation quivering through his rod.
You poor thing' she said, removing her hand before the lad came and messed her skirt. You deserve relief.' She turned to the still kneeling Julian and ordered him to suck the lad off.
Poor Julian. There was nothing he could do but obey. He swizzled round to face the lad's perfect penis stiff as a post. He reached up and guided it into the silky wetness of his mouth. He took it in further, sucking gently on the sweet rod. Days of enforced frustration welled up from simon's balls and in seconds his whole body convulsed as he unloaded his spunk into the lecturer's mouth, shooting wave after wave of salty cum down his throat and into his mouth.
Maria watched with amused contempt the lad's release and the lecturer's total humiliation. Men are such simple creatures, she mused. Control their cocks and you control their beings.
Once more she had the pair kneeling before her, robin still shaking from his sudden release, Julian dribbling cum down his cheek. She noted with amusement that big boy's cock had escaped the confines of his thong and had half-risen in acknowledgement. Each had to thank her, robin first.
`Miss, it is wonderful that you have allowed me to be despunked and I am so grateful to you for getting cock-sucker to suck me off; it was more than I deserve. I promise to serve you even better and beg you to punish me if I fail. Thank you. Thank you.'
It was Julian's turn. He glanced at the still shaking lad then up at Maria. Her eyes caught his. He was transfixed.
`Miss, it was an honour to serve you by sucking off your sissy maid. Thank you.'
`Is that all you have to say, slut? Did you not enjoy simon's cock?
`Yes Miss.'
`Then say so, slut.'
`Miss, simon's cock is so sweet and yes I loved having it in my mouth and sucking on it and the taste of his spunk. Thank you for ordering me to do it.'
`That is better. Now you had better thank sissy simon too.'
He turned to face the lad and thanked him for coming in his mouth. It was hard to tell who was the more embarrassed and/or humiliated, the student or the lecturer.
By week eight both students and faculty got tired and that probably explained Julian's outburst of anger when a first year group arrived unprepared for a seminar. He told them exactly what he thought of them. It was a mistake.
That afternoon Maria burst into his office.
`I hear you have insulted my friends.'
I am sorry Miss' said Julian whilst lowering his zip. I don't understand.'
Did you or did you not dismiss a first year group this morning.' He nodded. Well, you insulted two of my girlfriends when you did that, Sam Wright and Helen Jones.'
`I am sorry, Miss. I didn't know.'
You reduced Helen to tears, you arrogant shit!' She came close and squeezed his balls as hard as she could. You will apologise to them, cock-sucker. And soon. Or else.'
What could he do? Write a letter? Wait until he saw them next? They should be in his lecture the following day. He decided to speak with them then.
They were both there, glowering at him from the front row. He never knew how he got through the lecture, but at last he got to the end. As the two girls rose to leave he went up to them intending to apologise, but he was pre-empted, for they spoke first.
`Maria says you want to apologise for yesterday.'
`Yes' he muttered.
`Well we aren't sure we want to accept your apologies, Dr Harte.'
`I really am very sorry.'
`Sorry enough to give us tea tomorrow?'
`If you wish, yes, of course.'
`Good. We will be round at four, with Maria. She wants to watch you for some reason or other, and we don't mind. See you then. Oh, and by the way, we like cream cakes.' And with a grin, they left the lecture hall.
It was with some trepidation that Julian prepared for the arrival of his students. For a start what should he wear? Did Maria expect him to wear his undies when entertaining, or should he remain bare? And then what had she in mind, since it was clear she had arranged the tea party? Could he wear a bra and not be spotted by his two young students? In the event he decided to remain as he was.
Four o'clock. No knock at the door. He checked the tray he had prepared; all seemed as it should be. His best china and a plate of cream cakes awaited the arrival of the young ladies and his mistress. Four-fifteen, nothing. By now he was sweating. Five minute later there was a knock at the door. They had come at last.
He showed them into his sitting-room before going to the kitchen to make the tea. He returned bearing the tray, setting it down on the coffee table. He poured the cups and handed them round. The girls sat on the sofa, staring round the room. It was the first time they had been in a lecturer's house. Maria sat in her chair by the fire.
The women chatted amongst themselves, deliberately ignoring their host except to demand second cups of tea. As he handed Maria her second cup, she looked up at him sharply.
`You don't seem to be fully dressed.'
`I beg your pardon?'
Surely you know what you should wear at home, or would you prefer me to spell it out?' He gulped no'.
`You had better go and change then, and don't be long as we have business with you.'
He fled upstairs to change. The two girls looked at Maria with astonishment.
Wow' said Helen. You really do control him, don't you.'
I told you so' replied Maria smugly. But if you want to leave now, darlings, you are welcome to. But I think he should apologise to you for what he did. If we don't challenge these men they get away with murder, don't you agree?'
Yes' said Sam with a smirk. It should be fun.'
He returned in bra and panties. He had even changed his shirt to a darker one to hide the bra from inquisitive eyes, at least he hoped so, but he was well conscious of the shape they left.
Right' said Maria. I think you wish to say something to Helen and Sam.'
He looked at her and then at the two girls. `Err, yes. I just wanted to say how much I regret causing you distress yesterday and ask your forgiveness.'
`Are you truly sorry?' asked a mocking Maria.
`Yes.'
`Good. Then you can prove it.'
`How?'
`Kneel down before them and ask their forgiveness.'
A sudden charge of electricity shot through the room. Helen felt a tingle in her pussy; Sam reflected on how sexy Maria was when in control; Julian felt awful.'
`Well, get on with it, or do you want me to reveal what you are?'
He knelt before the two girls and mumbled his apologies once more. Sam giggled.
`And now kiss their feet and tell them what a useless wanker you are!'
There was no escape. He bent to his task, kissing first Sam's and then Helen's shoes. The girls sat stiff though whether through fear, surprise or pleasure they would never know for sure. To have a lecturer kneel and kiss their shoes was out of this world; to hear him call himself a useless wanker, exquisite. And when he had finished he just stayed there, head hung down like a naughty child. Helen had to cross her legs to contain her excitement. Sam on the other hand opened her legs wider to give him a glimpse of her panties.
`That will do I think, for the moment anyway. Clear away the tea things and wash them up. Stay in the kitchen I will call you when we want you again.'
The girls watched with fascination as the high and mighty lecturer obeyed. The moment he left they plied her with questions.
`How do get him to obey like that?' asked Helen.
`I have my ways. It is easy actually as long as one remembers men are the inferior sex.'
You wonderful' said Sam. I wouldn't have missed this for the world.'
`I have been dominating mere males since I was fourteen.'
`Wow!'
`Is that what you do with Robin?'
`Why do you ask?'
`Just wondered. He does seem very submissive when he is with you.'
`Yes, Sam. He is my personal slave.'
`Do you have sex with him? After all he is pretty isn't he.'
`No Sam I don't. At least not in the way you are thinking. But he is very good at satisfying my pussy with his tongue. You should try it with your boyfriends.'
And with that she rose and went across to sit between them on the sofa. She felt their animal heat, sensing Helen's wet cunt, but it was Sam who interested her most.
`So Sam, what do you think of him?'
`I think he is a shit!' she replied forcefully.
`Do you think he has suffered enough?'
`No!'
She placed a hand on the girl's knee and felt her twitch with recognition.
`So you think he should be further punished?'
`Yes.'
`And what do you think, Helen?'
Dunno.' She was more hesitant, and slightly uncomfortable at Maria's close proximity. Anyway I had better go. I've an essay to finish for tomorrow.'
Maria kissed her lightly on the cheek before conducting her to the front door. When she returned she found Sam sprawled on the sofa. Her skirt had risen to reveal firm smooth thighs and pretty panties. She looked up with adoring eyes.
Maria knelt beside her on the carpet and slowly slid her hand up the inviting leg. Sam sighed. Maria's hand went higher until she encountered her soaking panties. She bent over and kissed her on the lips, the girl responding open-mouthed to her questing tongue. There were tears of lust in Sam's eyes.
Maria rose back on her haunches and began to undo the buttons on the girl's blouse. Sam reached up to push her away, gently.
`What's the matter, darling?' asked Maria.
`What happens if he comes in?'
`Don't worry. He'll stay where he is put until I fetch him.'
Sam's hands fell away and Maria continued her task. The girl's bra was a pretty lace one, but small, only an a cup. Maria reached behind her back and undid the clasp. Her breasts fell free. Maria lent over and kissed her softly on each nipple. Sam sighed with pleasure. Maria undid her own blouse and guided Sam's hands to her breasts. Moments later Maria's fulsome tits were hanging free. She fell full across her lover, rubbing her soaking pussy up against her equally wet cunt. And so they played for nearly twenty minutes before Maria forced herself to desist for the moment. It was time to deal with the wimp.
Sam reached down to pick up her bra.
`Leave it off darling. Let your pretty tits stand out in all their glory.'
`What about Dr Harte?
`What about him. It is none of his business!'
`What about you Maria?' Maria cupped her own substantial breasts in her hands and replied she would leave them free too. Pulling up her soaking panties she went to collect the wimp.
Julian followed Maria back into his sitting room. The first thing he noticed were two bras, one big, one smaller resting on the coffee-table. He looked across to Sam. She was sitting legs wide apart, a smile of pleasure on her face. What had the two women been up to? His dick stiffened and slipped out of his inadequate thong.
Go and stand with your back to the fireplace' ordered Maria. As you can see, darling, he is amenable to simple orders. Would you like to see what he changed into?'
`Ooh. Yes. That would great.'
`You heard, wimp. Show Sam your undies.'
Julian looked from his mistress to the girl then back to his mistress. He began to protest. She cut him short.
`Do as you are told, or those pics go to every student in your first year groups.'
He had no alternative. Once more he felt his total powerlessness in the presence of this extraordinary young woman. Slowly he began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Sam watched fascinated as the man revealed the lacy black bra he was wearing. A command from Maria, and he took his shirt right off. What a scream thought Sam, and her cunt dribbled even more than it had before.
`Trousers next, wimp' came Maria's implacable command.
He bent down, removed his shoes and dropped his trousers and with a quick flash tucked his prick back inside the thong. Sam clapped her hands in pleasure.
`So darling. This is your high and mighty lecturer, a panty- wearing cock-sucker. what do you think of him now?'
`A wimp. A sissy wimp' she breathed.
`Yes darling, that is what he is, now. He was just a cock-sucker before but now he is a sissy cunt-licker. Would you like him to lick you out?'
She would. A command, and Julian knelt to his task. Reverentially he parted her legs and eased her panties down to reveal her pulsing cunt. He bent forward to place his lips on the throbbing slit, and before he knew what was happening, Maria had thrust his face hard into her young lover's pussy.
`Suck and lick bitch!' she hissed. He did.
After ten minutes he rose from his task, his face covered with Sam's cunt juices. Maria smiled to herself. The bitch was learning his place.
`What do you think of mister high and mighty Harte now?' she asked a quivering Sam.
`He's a tosser' she called back with a grin.
`Shall we inspect his bedroom?'
`Yea.'
Julian conducted the two young women up his bedroom. The duvet lay crumpled up as he had left it that morning. There was dust on his dressing-table top.
Disgusting' observed Maria as she ran a finger along the dressing-table top. Next time make sure the bed is made and the place dusted.'
He nodded his acquiescence. She went to his top drawer and opened it, exposing his panty-secret to the ever amazed Samantha.
We could get him to model his new undies for us, but I think we have better things to do, don't you Sam.' She turned back to the crimson faced man. Wait outside, on your knees, until we are ready for you!'
He waited for what seemed ages and through the closed door he could hear the faint sounds of sex, interspersed by cries of delight from time to time as Samantha experienced her first full lesbian orgasm or, to be more precise, orgasms.
When he was eventually summoned back in, Samantha was stretched out stark naked on his bed, her legs wide-open in gay abandon. A large damp patch disfigured the bottom sheet where the two had cum in simultaneous orgasm.
Maria was naked too, her large breasts hanging down, her nipples erect, her face flushed with pleasure. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs together, ready to receive the wimp's body.
Over you go' she commanded after first tearing off his thong. Now for your real punishment for distressing Sam.'
And with that she began to spank his bared bottom again and again, watched eagerly by Samantha. She did not stop til she heard him cry out. `Next time it will be the cane!' she announced.
He was then forced to stand with his glowing bum, back to Samantha so she could inspect it. She sat up and reached across to feel his warmth. He was being treated like some naughty school boy, worse, like a mere slave.
He was dismissed to run the bath for the two young women.
That night as Julian, clad in his pink panties, climbed into bed, his senses were overwhelmed by the two girl's scents so liberally sprayed over his sheets. He fell asleep dreaming of their writhing bodies.