He’d gotten a bit grumpy after she left. Snapping at some unfortunate students. The wait was weighing on him. 

The visual of her nipples peeking through her top flashed in his mind now and again. The more he tried to resist it the more agitated he got. This was supposed to be a game, not make him desperate. After some fretting and walking around his office it slowly dawned on him.

He controlled her.

That much was obvious but he could see her whenever he wanted, do as he pleased, make her forget if he so wished. Every meeting could be as sweet as the first if he commanded it so. 

He didn’t have to wait. The thrill of knowing all ventures into the dark could be new and exciting for her was his and his alone. He could tweak her reaction as he wished. Make her scared once, make her “seduce” him the other. She could be an innocent he corrupted or a slut he punished. She was pliant clay sitting wet on the wheel and he could set her world awhirl. 

God, the power was intoxicating. 

Barely containing his joy at this revelation he picked up his phone. Twenty minutes away her phone pinged rapidly. 

She had been laying on her bed, idly watching herself in the mirror, these last few days felt as if nothing much had been happening. A pink fog seemed to have settled over her. It was nice though, comfortable.

On her way back home she had tried to recall her answers, to tally them when she got home like she usually did. But she couldn’t seem to remember the test at all. 

All that surfaced to her mind was her professor’s intense eyes and how truly exposed she felt with a thin white top hugging her skin. 

How did she end up without a bra anyway? She could’ve forgotten it, but her mother would have stopped her before she left the house had that been the case. She was very strict about modesty, and not partaking in a hint of sexual attention. Her daughter was to remain pure until she deemed fit…

The multiple pings on her phone brought her out of her musings, she rolled on her back, observing her upside down reflection on the mirror in front of it, as she casually picked up her phone. 

The moment her eyes traced the contours of the dark words on her screen, the instant her fuzzed over brain parsed them fully, her agency left her muscles. Her pupils dilated, her jaw slacked. 

She typed a response, two short words. Acknowledgment, honorific. 

Limbs animated by words her conscious brain did not register, she moved to her closet to change her clothes at his command for the second time that day. 

Her tank top, one he had liked so much, remained on her, but her sleek black pants were changed out for a much too short skirt she didn’t even know she owned. This was one of the many un-approved items of clothing she had accumulated in the past weeks. 

Her instructions? To show up at his house, a location she would not remember, in a skirt and tank top with nothing under them, only to regain her senses when his cold, agile fingers touched her hot, throbbing clit. 

Before she left her room she grabbed her jacket. While it was not on the list of items curated for her, the first goal of a secret slave is to not be discovered as such.

She was the perfect drone. Nothing in her path perturbed her. It didn’t matter if someone yelled at her while she was crossing the street, cat called her, then walked away disturbed at her utterly blank expression. The order had been given, and it was to be executed. That was all that she cared for. 

In a few minutes she stood in front of a door, twisting its handle to open it as she walked into a room shrouded with darkness. The furniture was mere shapes in the shadows. The only thing that was clear was the silhouette of her dear professor sitting on the sofa. 

He welcomed her with a smile, letting her sit in his lap.

His hands rode up her thighs, lifting her skirt up, he admired her mound, the lines at her hip joint, her obedient lack of panties. His hands caressed in the opposite direction, the skirt dropped to its original position. 

She melted into his embrace, giggling at his face in her neck. He whispered to her idle things, she neither responded to nor understood them. 

He wanted to enjoy her fuzzed, blank state before he revived her. An evil thought passed through his mind. He grinned. 

A slender hand slithered under her skirt, parting her legs in a simple movement and laid a single finger on her clit. 

The fog over her brain seemed to lift just a little. She had just regained her ability to speak and understand verbal commands.

As she was coming up, a word echoed from behind her, “Right.”

Her senses cleared further. She gained her sense of control, her sense of identity. And most importantly the ability to recognise that sitting in her professor’s lap with his hand on her cunt is wrong!

An urgent gasp escaped her mouth, she tried to clamber off his lap. A firm hand around her waist kept her in place.

“What is..? How did I?” Her incoherent questions stumbled out.

He gave her no response but instead his finger swirled in its spot. 

This time the noise that left her was a moan.

“Feels good doesn’t it?”

She breathed out a ‘yes’ in response.

“I want you to focus on the pleasure. Nothing else matters right now.”

She squirmed. A pathetic noise rose from her again.

“Mhmm, I knowww, see how wet you are.”

Her attention drew to her core, she noticed, much to her chagrin, that she was dripping wet. 

The finger slid down between her folds.

“Let’s forget all unnecessary questions for now. Focus. On. The Pleasure.”

“...”

“Can you do that?”

“Yes..”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Sir..”

“Good girl.”

A bolt of pleasure bounced around under her skin. Her body seemed to know the experience more intimately than her mind did. It felt warm and buzzed under his praise.

“It seems…That I can break you multiple times over..”

“Mmm? What do you mean Sir?”

“We’ve done this befor-”

“No we haven’t!” Her voice rose.

“We have done this before,” he continued calmly. “You have commands you don’t even know about.” 

“No-”

“Why else would you be sitting here, so skimpily dressed, deriving such pleasure from my fingers.” 

She squirmed as he circled her clit. Her thighs clenched and relaxed but never moved from their place. 

He chuckled, “You can’t even close your legs when you want to.” 

A terrible feeling began to settle in her chest. Maybe he really did control her…

“Nooo.” She whined, more to console herself than to stop him. 

“Hahaha, you had it for a second.” 

Her eyelids drooped. 

“I tolldd you~” His voice sang out, distant and hazy. “I’m always right.”

“You’re always right Sir.” She could hear her own voice respond. 

“I know what’s good for you.” He smiled, kissing her cheek tenderly. 

“You know what’s good for me.”

“My pleasure is your pleasure.” 

“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” 

“Goodd toy. Do you know what that means?” He cooed at her, moving her to sit next to him, holding her legs open in the same position. 

“No Sir. Please tell me.”

“Hehehe, yes of course.” Fingers wrapped around her wrist, bleary eyes watched as her hand was directed to his bulge, he rubbed her palm against it. She could feel it hard under her hand.

An unexpected moan from him sent pleasure ricocheting through her. An intent expression formed over her face. She observed his face, the slight smile, lips parted as he groaned out sounds, hair falling to the front of his face, which was lit around the edges from the light that seeped through the heavy curtains. 

She studied how his hips twitched, how slowly he used her hand to grind into his crotch.

She wanted to make him feel this way on her own. To have on his face such bliss, to have him smiling and moaning. 

“My pleasure,” he panted out, smiling as he met her gaze.

Their hands moved in a fluid arch from his groin to hers. He used his knuckles to run over her dripping cunt, digging into her clit just a bit. 

Her eyes fluttered and she melted into his touch, whimpering pathetically. “Is your pleasure.” He concluded his statement. 

“Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“The more you pleasure me, the more pleasure you will get. More specifically, the act of pleasuring me is pleasurable for you. Understand and obey?”

“Mmmshf yess sirr.” 

He moved his hand away slowly. She opened her eyes, watching him lean back onto the sofa.

She’d always been sharp. A head tilt to assess the situation was all she needed before bending forward and putting her mouth over his bulge. 

“Good girl!” He laughed, pleasantly surprised. His hands tangled in her hair. 

The gentle kisses she trailed on him sent small buzzes of pleasure through her. Her scalp tingled with his touch. 

It was warm and pleasant. Comfortable. She could stay in that moment forever-

“Second.” 

Her muscles relaxed a bit, the warmth shifting just left of comfortable. 

“Second.”

She squirmed, a discontent settled in her body. She couldn’t place it. 

“Second.”

More. She wanted more.

She lifted her head from his jeans, a trail of spit followed. Her mind vaguely registered the pool of drool she had left on his pants. 

Her teeth gripped the zipper, sliding it down, hands planted on his thighs. 

“Mfgh, fuck, did you have to do it like that,” his hand rested on her head, a barely contained lust in his voice.

Her fingers slipped past his open fly, into his underwear, and pulled his dick out.

She looked at it with sparkling eyes. An anticipation of satisfaction building in her. 

Her hand slid up tentatively, like she was just exploring some fascinating object. 

She ran her thumb across his tip, and shivered. It felt like his hands were copying her movement across her clit. She repeated it. 

Rubbing smooth circles around his opening, his precum slowly slicking her fingers. She was so absorbed in her fascination that his hums and squirms of pleasure were going entirely unnoticed.

His cock was like a remote control connected to her pussy. Like buttons activating different parts. 

“Sec-second.” 

The equilibrium of her fixation broke. She leaned forward, tongue sticking out, saliva rendering all surfaces shiny. 

Her tongue flicked the head, and she felt the wetness drag through her folds. 

The more she swirled her tongue around his tip the more she moaned and squirmed. Thigh muscles tightening and fluttering, It felt like his fingers were probing and prodding her in all the right places. 

“Tease..” She mumbled out between mouthing his tip. 

“Hmm?”

“Y-your fingerss…”

He gripped her chin with one hand and ruffled her hair with the other. “My hands are up here, baby.” 

She blinked. Slowly. 

A look of realization dawned on her, blood rushed to her cheeks. 

Her soft lips parted and she engulfed his full length. 

He bucked into her at the unexpected gesture. The heat and moisture made him write. 

Her head pulled away slowly, moving up, leaving her saliva to evaporate off his shaft. Before he could exhale, she had begun her descent. 

In mere moments the two of them were reduced to whimpering wet messes goaded on by each other's noises and gestures. 

For those moments both of their heads were clouded over with mindless pleasure. But he had to come back down. 

He squeezed his thighs together and with a breathy moan and pulled her head away. 

She looked up in confusion. “Dont you want to cum?” 

“If I cum… you cum..” He explained. 

“Ohh..” A smile curled her lip. 

She sat there obediently, body pulsing with pleasure as he took deep breaths. 

Her gaze followed his rising and falling chest, his open shirt, the sweat seeping through it. 

“Did you enjoy that?” He asked, raising his head to face her. 

“Yes..” There was something timid about her nod. 

“Good. I hope you understand that you can only cum when you make someone else cum.” 

“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” 

“Exactly.. How did you like giving head?”

“A lot..” She shifted in her seat, “ It made me tingly all over.” 

“Mhmm. You almost came from it didn't you?”

“Yes..”

“Almost. Another command.. The ardent desire to give head… Do you understand?”

Her lips curled slightly and she looked up at him with mischief in her eyes, “Almost.”

That earned a chuckle from him and he ruffled her hair, “Right,” her eyes cleared a little, “You will not move until I tell you to. Understand and obey?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl. Almost.”

Her eyelids flickered, she gulped but did not move.

“Almost.”

Her gaze shifted from his hands to his dick, which was resting against his stomach, her eyes unfocused and refocused. 

“Almost.”

She let out a pathetic whimper, lips parting and saliva pooling in her mouth.

He laughed. “Goood job resisting baby. You can move now-”

Before he could finish his sentence she pounced on him, taking his length in her mouth and bobbing up and down greedily. 

The amused laugh that had left his mouth transmuted into moans. He thrusted up into her senselessly, losing himself to the pleasure. 

The more he expressed his pleasure, tangling his fingers in her hair, moaning and twitching beneath her the more she felt her own pleasure build.

A pressure began to build in her. 

“Second, ugh fuck,” he commanded between pants, “I’m gonna cum-”

Her own mind was overrun with only one thought. Your pleasure is my pleasure.

Bucking into her mouth wildly and sloppily till he pumped his cum into it. Her thigh muscles clenched, pathetic whines escaping, muffled by the contents held in her orifice.

She swallowed, they stayed there, panting and sweating. 

A few moments passed and he ruffled her hair again. 

“Good girl, that was amazing..” 

“Thank you Sir.”

“Let’s get cleaned up, right?”

She blinked slowly, rising out of the depths she’d been put in. 

“Come back out, all the way, right, right, slowly. There ya go. Right.”

He could practically see the gears in her head turning.

“How are you feeling? Good?”

A nod was her only response. 

They moved away from the couch, wiping down the slobbering messes they had made over each other.

“I want you to remember this as a dream. Alright?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. When you go back home, take a nice warm shower, and forget all about us meeting. Practice your edging, remember your commands.”

She nodded, donning her jacket, and walking towards the door.

“Oh and, shut the door on your way out.”