In short order, he had her thrilling to his voice every time he spoke the new name he had given her, his voice calm and quiet. They quickly settled into a routine. He wrote up a schedule for her, and she followed it.
Sometimes they worked at his office at the college, but more often than not he would work from home. When she let herself into his house the morning, she busied herself making sure he had coffee ready. At 8:30, she presented herself for inspection. She walked into his study and stood in front of his desk, his coffee in one hand, his newspaper in the other. At his nod, she placed these things on his desk and straightened.
Working without undergarments would be so much more comfortable for her, he had convinced her, so she went without. Her nipples poked out against her white blouse, and his eyes stayed there as he nursed his coffee.
“Missy, your nipples are quite hard,” he observed. “You certainly have impudent, impossible to conceal tits.”
Her entire upper body felt hot from a blush. “Yes, Sir.”
“Come.” He came around his desk and went instead to the sitting area with leather couches.
“Lace your hands together behind your head, Missy. Good girl. Eyes on me.”
Her professor stood very close to her. He wrapped the end of her little tie around his fist and pulled her even closer, until her breasts brushed his chest. She kept her eyes fastened on his stern face, her throat working in a dry swallow. He moved his hand to the tie around her throat and pushed the knot up more, further constricting the silk around her neck. She breathed faster.
Pulling the end of the tie, he sat and guided her over his lap so she straddled his cock. Her skirt was pushed up around her hips. His hand brushed her breasts.
“Your nipples have gotten tighter, if that’s even possible,” he remarked. “Are you wet, Missy? Already?”
“Yes, Sir,” she groaned.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed. “You’re wetting my cock through my slacks. Messy, dirty Missy. Unbutton your blouse, girl.”
Her hands flew to work the buttons through the small holes. She parted her blouse to the sides but didn’t remove it, as he hadn’t told her to. She was learning. She wanted his mouth on her breasts. The professor liked to tongue and teeth at the same time, and he had trained her to respond to it.
Her professor’s hands moved on her little tie again, pushing the knot of the thin silk up, pulling the tail of it. It was a tight band around her throat now. She felt her face redden. Surely he would reward her now.
Instead, his hands settled lightly at her waist.
“Cup your tits, Missy.”
Her breasts settled into her palms. She held the soft globes of weight, offering them up to him.
“Squeeze them.” A pause. “Harder.”
She shifted in his lap. Her head fell back.
“Play with your tits. Pinch them. Hard. Twist them—now pull them out. Up. Higher. You may rub yourself on my cock. I want to see you humping my cock for your pleasure, Missy,” he said indulgently. “Don’t let up on those slutty nipples, Missy. And lean forward a bit—let me tighten your tie for you.”
