Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[AndreaSubbie]

An excited shudder ran through Katy at his words; she wondered if he would feel it through his hands so delightfully still on her shoulders.

There were so many sensations exciting her just now: a man's hands on her bare flesh, even if it was just her shoulders; his encouragement to record her reactions to what she she was learning, giving her permission to use graphic language that would have made her feel ashamed just days ago; the Professors instruction to show their viewers just how much she had learned so far about her limits and personal development, or how did he put it? Self-Exploration? Was he again hinting that KittyKat should touch herself on Cam? She already knew what she wanted to do.

But one step at a time, knock down those limits, or rather knock down her barriers and break through her limits deliciously one by one, savouring the freedom and rewards.

Crossing out 'pussy juice EATEN' she wrote 'cunt cum from finger fuck diddling to be swallowed' and 'knock down each barrier, break each limit'.

So, her studies and her time with Professor were to come first! It was vital! Surely that meant frequent, too? Mm how good that made her feel inside, even getting her to sit a little taller as the Prof had said it. But she still needed to earn.

Which brought her to the question of expenses, allowance and getting a job to provide her with the money she'd need once she left home, or sooner if her travel money was paid at the end of each month.

Katy scribbled, 'check out EARNING while STUDYING, combine the 2?' and an arrow to her previous entry about the cam sessions as a video diary with the words, 'EVERY day?'

By now the Prof had the Video Cam website open and the prompt was waiting for her to log in. That photo from the end of last session of her flashing her tits was still in place, and it made her smile thinking how far she had already come. In the pic her tits looked quite good.

Katy typed in her password, but before pressing ENTER she had that request to make.

"Um, Professor Plum, sir, I hope you won't think badly of me, but before I start showing on cam I wanted to ask something of you.

"I know I flashed my tits at the end of the last session, but I don't want to start that way today, so, um, would you mind terribly, if, er, you kinda like covered me first? Like a hand bra? Kinda just reach your hands a bit lower to hold my boobs, I mean my tits, so the viewers can see I'm topless, er I mean that my tits are out, but they can't see my tits? Yet?"

Biting her lip, Katy looked over her shoulder up at the Professor, desperately hoping he wouldn't be cross, but rather would be impressed with another step forward. Her mouse pointer hovered over 'ENTER', waiting to feel his hands slide down from her shoulders to cup her tits and swelling nipples as her prompt to click on it.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus drew a deep breath at KittyKat's suggestion and held it. Things were moving so quickly. Far from being the naive, uneducated school girl, she was inviting him to touch her breasts, hold his hands over her tits as part of the cam session. Was this a good idea? Did it represent him ceding some control to her? Well, yes, obviously. But was this a bad thing? If she asked him to lick her pussy or indeed fuck her, on cam or not, he would probably just go ahead and jettison the whole slutification project. KittyKat was young and fresh and unsullied. The perfect candidate for him to violate.

But that was the whole point of the slutification project. If he wanted to fuck the students there were any number, girls and boys, who would open their mouths and legs for a higher grade, or just about any concession he could offer as a lecturer. It was the way of modern education and students today. And hey, how much better was it than when he was a student and sex was a lonely solo act committed guiltily in the dark?

Or he could simply go downtown to a brothel, look through the menu and choose a girl or boy of any race or nationality, body type or height or complexion, willing to perform any act on him for money.

But where was the challenge in that? Where was the achievement in buying a prostitute, or a student for that matter?

No, he would give his consent to KittyKat's request, but only on his terms. The project must be preserved at all costs, even if that meant ceding a little control.

"Yes, KittyKat, I will do what you ask. We will open the cam session with my hands covering your tits. I will do this as a concession to your willingness to do the cam sessions, and the amazing progress you are making. But we must be conscious that each step, each new experience, each limit tested and broken, is your project. My hands appearing in your cam session are a prop, no more than the lighting or sound or the screen itself. They could be anyone's hands, so do not reveal who I am, or ask me on cam to do anything else. Only the viewers can ask you things, and only you can respond. Is that clear?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Listening to the Professors wise words, Katy nodded and looked back at the screen.

Of course he was right. She was silly to think that she might hold some allure for him, that he might actually enjoy holding her tits. But never mind, there was still enough thrill for her to be nervously excited and she momentarily closed her eyes to savour the pleasure of feeling his warm hands slip down her front from her shoulders, and firmly but gently grasp her bare tits.

Oh my! It felt even better than she had anticipated to have a man touching her like this.

Heart thumping, Katy clicked the mouse and the webcam page opened up, video and sound on, generic background music playing softly.

On screen they could both see KittyKat from the top of her head to her crossed knees, clearly wearing nothing on her top half, the waistband of her white thong the only piece of clothing.

But her tits were covered by the hands of the mysterious faceless man behind her, previously identified as 'Daddy'. Hands that extended from jacket sleeves.

The number of viewers climbed steadily as if guys from the previous day had been waiting for her to appear. And comments were rolling in, mostly approving of her reduced state of dress and appreciating the tease of the hand bra.

'Hey guys,' she typed, "glad you like today's underwear. '

Which again prompted a flurry of responses.

Sitting back from the keyboard for a moment to pose a little for her viewers, undoing her ponytail and mussing her loosened hair, Katy watched the viewers count rise above 500 and keep climbing, and she thought some more on the Professor's words.

He'd said something about all her progress needed to be her own project. She supposed that meant that he could open her mind and show her possibilities, but where she went, in what direction, and how far was up to her. It was her project of self-discovery and self exploration.

Which meant, as the count passed 700, it was time to give her viewers a reward and advance her self expression.

Sitting up straighter, she rested her hands on her knees and announced, "so if you enjoyed me flashing my tits yesterday, perhaps you'd like to see them again today, " and placing her hands over the Prof's she moved his to cup the sides of her tits leaving the puffed light pink hard nipples completely exposed.

A rush of fear and delight ran through her, and Katy knew she was hooked.

She was exposing her tits to hundreds of strangers and she loved it. The way her face glowed on screen said it all.

A thought occurred to her from something she'd written earlier in her notes and in a few clicks she was checking out her website settings. Yes, the default setting was to record the cam session on her profile so she could download both last session and this.

And what was this? Automatically ticked was giving permission to the host site to use all broadcast material any way they wanted.

Oh well.

Grabbing her notebook she scribbled a message for the Prof to read:

'SELL CAM FOOTAGE TO AMATEUR SITE?'

Leaving her notes so Prof P could see them but their audience couldn't, Katy concentrated on a little trial show.

With Daddy's hands holding the sides of her naked tits, Katy started playing with her nipples, pinching and pulling them but keeping them in full view, just as she'd learned from observing Sophia.

The count broke the 1000 barrier.

After a good while of playing with her tits and crossing and uncrossing her legs Katy wound the session up with,

"Ok guys, hope you enjoyed my second show. Tune in tomorrow same time for further progress; I promise a new development every session!" And she blew all her viewers a kiss leaning forward, tits beautifully exposed, knees apart with her thong nicely on show.

Glancing up over her shoulder she looked to Daddy for permission to sign off.

 

[ericrodman101]

KittyKat nodded her agreement to the Professor's conditions and he held his hands over her breasts as she cammed. It all went without a hitch and he decided his misgivings were unfounded. The viewer count went through the roof. KittyKat was a hit, just sitting and exposing herself, and engaging in cheeky but brief exchanges.

When she instructed, he moved his hands and cupped her tits from the sides. Her bare nipples sat proudly, pushing the viewer count up even more. Much as he would have enjoyed leaving his hands over her tits, and playing with them, the Professor knew the rules he'd placed on himself were as important as the ones KittyKat must follow. Take it slow. The reward will come at the end. When it was time to fuck her, Angus mused to himself, the KittyKat tentatively displaying herself now would be nothing but a memory. The slut he wanted to fuck would have been used and abused at his instruction, his prize for creating his slut and showing her to the world.

He noticed her writing as she exhibited herself. 'Sell cam footage'. Was that a good idea? He guessed it would defray some of the costs she might be expecting the scholarship to meet. But he wanted control of the recorded footage. It could be more valuable in the future than anyone imagined. If, say, KittyKat went down the Sophia path to full on-film fucking, her early work would become valuable just as 'before' shots. Not to mention valuable to him as part of a thesis - 'here is the girl I took from naive teenage obscurity to porn slutdom'.

But that was jumping too many hurdles. Tonight was just about breaking the bare breasts limit. And she'd done that with almost more enthusiasm than he expected.

The viewer count pushed through 1,000. What the fuck do these sad guys do in the evenings, he thought, then remembered how much time he spent online, alone, his cock hard in his hands, searching for ever greater thrills. And he was way beyond staring at a girl's bare breasts.

KittyKat ended with a promise to her viewers to go further next time and looked to him for permission to sign off. The Professor nodded consent so she reached forward and clicked the mouse. The cam session ended with the frame frozen on her breasts and his hands at their sides. If he wanted he could take her breasts in his hands again, play with them, make her hard. Then take her, here in his room. The college was mostly empty. Even if she screamed here was no one to hear.

But however much he would enjoy that tonight, it would break the spell. End the project. When they did fuck it wouldn't be because he took her, but because she offered herself to him. And not here in this bland, uninviting room. He didn't know where. That idea was yet to take form. A set befitting the culmination of her slutification. Somewhere with an audience and a view and.....a presence.

"Good work, KittyKat," he said, stepping round so he could see her from the front. "No, don't dress. Just sit like that while we talk. You have broken another limit. Well done. And the viewers are flocking to you. But that won't go on forever unless you keep offering them something new. Yes, I know you know that. But they are men. They are not subtle beholders of the female form, but animals. Your body is not something they crave to view for its beauty. They look at you as something to defile, to violate, to make theirs without deference or consideration or restraint. Your next limit will need to surprise them, but especially surprise you. Can you think of doing something on cam which might surprise you? Take you beyond what you are imagining now? What do you think Sophia did at this stage in her career to please her audience?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy considered the question. In a way, it didn't matter because KittyKat wasn't Sophia, and would follow her own path.

And despite the Professor urging her to surprise herself tomorrow at their next session, and surprise him and her Cam audience, she thought she already knew what she intended.

"I suppose much of what Sophia has done feeds into what you call men's animal cravings. She isn't making love, or making babies, she's having sex, fucking, being fucked, being used sexually to satisfy the darkest cravings of men's animal lust."

Katy loved the contrast of the academic, serious setting, the lesson or tutorial, with the depraved images and subject matter they were discussing, and her wholly inappropriate state of almost nudity in class.

His 'Good work, KittyKat' made her flush with delight, and she loved how he instructed her not to dress while they talked about her next assignment, but even better he came round to face her so that he could enjoy her nudity, if indeed it pleased him at all. Even if not, even if he was so used to naked girls that she didn't excite him, his looking at her undressed while he was himself fully dressed gave her an enormous thrill. She made a mental note to explore 'only one naked' as a pornographic, exhibitionist theme on line.

It all thrilled her, and she marvelled briefly on how far the Professor had brought her towards the freedom he offered. Never mind her surprising herself or him, what other surprises did he have in store for her? No way would she have believed two days ago that she'd already have achieved so much. She'd had basically the same thought yesterday.

Which gave her a target that might possibly involve breaking down another barrier. No matter what he threw at her tomorrow, however dificult his questions or however depraved and sexually explicit the video they watched, she would carry out her intended Personal Development step.

With these thoughts running through her head, Katy continued, "She's letting the men defile and violate her, and their satisfaction is evident from how hard their cocks get, how big their erections, how hard they cum and how much spunk they spurt into her mouth, her cunt, her ass, over her tits, her belly, her face hair and even in her eyes.

"And she enjoys it, is even fulfilled by it, like it's her purpose, her calling, her gift to humanity. There is no shame, she has risen above that and freed herself from it.

"I suppose the next stage for Sophia would have been to break through another limit, just as you are encouraging and guiding me to do.

"But it must be of my own free will, otherwise there is no growth, no development and certainly no freedom. So I must choose, but carefully, one step at a time but always moving forward.

"Tomorrow I hope to present you with a New Development which we will share with our Cam audience, though it may only be minor."

Katy sat back, hands in her lap, very conscious of her naked tits and tight nipples, the memory of his hands on them almost tangible, and awaited his assessment.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus was thrilled to hear KittyKat talking so dirty. How easily the obscene words flowed off her tongue. And to think when they'd first met, KittyKat had the demeanour of a choir girl, yet here she was as foul-mouthed as anyone, as foul-mouthed as Sophia. And yet not gratuitously filthy, but measured and thoughtful, selecting and uttering the words as if she was speaking about any academic subject. It was delicious.

All the same, though, Angus thought about what faced KittyKat ahead. What trials and experiences she couldn't yet imagine. What limits she would break, consensually of course, but at the hands of men, and maybe women, she hadn't met, and didn't even know she might be destined to meet in whatever circumstances.

But that was still some way off. Although when Angus thought about it, and the rapid progress KittyKat was making, maybe it was time to step things up, complicate matters, introduce a third party. He would think about it some more.

"Yes," he said, "you must choose which limit to break. It may be minor, but it must be a limit. It must be real. It must be a concession on your part. An offer to me and the viewers. You can tell me what it will be or you can keep it a secret. But if it is insufficient or timid, I won't need to give you my verdict. The viewers will let you know."

"And you have it exactly right. Sophia isn't making love. She is being fucked. She is being used to satisfy urges. But it is even more primal than that. Urges is a word which conjures an element of the intellectual, the analytical. What we are seeing is Sophia's total obliteration. She is serving these men in the same way a bucket or a toilet might serve them. An inanimate object. They have semen to deposit. They deposit it in Sophia. And yet, she is more than a bucket because she is not inanimate. She moves and speaks and guides them. But not to ensure her own pleasure. She acts like a robot, an automaton, a device for their sexual gratification. She is obliterated. She becomes an appendage, a receptacle, but an animate one, not merely a container to stop the semen falling on the floor, but a living doll which craves semen, craves violation, craves degradation, so that in their satisfaction she is the opposite. And in that opposite-ness, is her satisfaction. No, the fulfilment of her purpose, her reason for being. How might Descartes have put it? I am cummed on, therefore I am."

The Professor looked into KittyKat's eyes to see if she understood.

"So we look forward to tomorrow and what you will offer. And perhaps I will have something to share with you too."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy's eyes opened a little wider at that. Something to offer her, too?

This was going really well. She must have impressed Professor Plum if he was giving her a special reward tomorrow. Her heart swelled with pride.

She'd listened to the Professor's philosophical discourse, nodding wisely, loving that he said she had it exactly right, and writing,

I am cummed-on, therefore I am, and circled it, then under added,

purpose = receive semen
then crossed out semen and put spunk, then crossed out spunk and put cum, jism and wrote spunk again.

then she put,

MAN I cum therefore I am

KITYYKAT to be filled with cum?

She noted that the Professor's phrase used 'cummed-on', not cummed-in. Of course, cummed-in was how babies are made, and this wasn't about procreation, but raw lust-satisfying animal cravings.

she changed it to, KITYYKAT to be covered in cum?

All the way home Katy was thinking about the Professor's words, adding more to her notes, asking questions of herself.

Yes, she had decided what she wanted to do tomorrow, but would it be enough? Professor Plum's warning rang in her ears, and she added it to her notes,

If it's not enough or too timid, I won't need to tell you. Your viewers will let you know

That was the challenge; keeping their animal lusts satisfied. That was KittyKat's job, her purpose, her role.

It had nothing to do with what she wanted.

That stuff about being cum-filled was more general and could wait until College actually started, though she remembered what he'd said about being a living doll craving semen, violation and degradation. But her present goal was to keep her audience, her viewers, and keep them satisfied.

And she'd already promised them a new development every cam session.

Which meant she had to pace it. She hoped the Prof had already downloaded and saved the two Cam sessions they'd done so far. At some point soon she'd probably want to watch them and analyse them just like they did Sophia's more sophisticated videos. She wanted to judge the progression for herself, see how she felt about the pace of things.

Once home, she had thrilled her parents by telling them she had won the scholarship, and that they'd get the letter through the post very soon.

Over dinner she added, "In the meantime, Professor Plum has insisted I start a rapid learning programme to prepare me for College, with daily Counsellor sessions. He says I have to almost forget all I've learned so far and start again, being re-educated at a much higher level with new ideas, new information, new goals aiming for an intellectual freedom suitable for a Scholar. I'm so lucky to have a mentor like him. Such a wise, gentlemanly teacher. I sometimes think he hardly sees me at all, I'm just a mind in his class to educate and train," and a mild note of disappointment made her parents look at each other and smile, as if not at all disappointed that their pretty, sheltered 18 year old daughter hardly registered on the dry old professor's radar.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus sat in his room and masturbated after KittyKat left. He watched her dressing to leave, thinking now might be as good a time as any to fuck her. It would only take his suggestion and not even a verbal one. He merely had to touch her, place his hands on her, turn her to face him, push her head down to his cock, and fuck her mouth. He knew he would receive little if any resistance.

And if he called it all part of the scholarship, well, KittyKat would jump at the chance.

But where was the thrill, the achievement in vanilla fucking a student? It was old ground. He'd been through it in his head a thousand times. It was no achievement at all, at least not on his terms. Slutification was the goal. The complete annihilation of Miss Katy Cook and her rebirth as the slut KittyKat. And then her submission to whatever humiliations he could dream up, and maybe some he couldn't. Well not yet.

He found a Sophia video to masturbate by. In this one she was visiting her boyfriend in a locker room after the game. They were making out when the rest of the team turned up. There was nothing subtle or plot driven. They simply stripped her and fucked her, passing her round between them, from guy to guy as they drove their cocks into her, standing, lying down, holding her between them, twisting her into whatever shape and pose suited their lust. It was an early movie. She can't have been more than 18 or 19, young and fresh faced, pale and shaved. And unlike her later work, she cried out and resisted. If it was an act, it was very convincing. But the opening credit said everyone in the movie had consented, and who was Angus to doubt the veracity of the American porn industry?

And when they were both done, Angus's hand sticky with goo, and Sophia lying on the floor, her face plastered with male discharge, panting and sore, trying to smile and lick her lips, the Professor leaned back and thought about the promise he'd made to KittyKat. 'Something to share' he'd said. He knew what he meant. The slutification was progressing well, but not as smoothly as he thought. KittyKat was precocious and slow at the same time. For all his hinting, for example, she'd failed to finger herself on cam. Or decided on her own to bring a sextoy to play with, or even insert for the viewers. Did she own a sextoy? Why hadn't he asked?

That's where he expected to be by session two or three. Exposure, then touching, then insertion. As a precursor to what he would organise now. A third party to be present. To fuck her? Maybe not quite yet. But certainly to test her and challenge her by participating in some way. That's what Angus wanted now. To see how KittyKat would respond to someone else on cam who had needs and demands and urges with her as the focus.

But who to bring in? The Professor had thought about finding a young guy to pretend to be another student. But that might send KittyKat off on some collegiate tangent. There would be other students, soon, real or not.

No, it had to be an older man. Someone she might not be immediately comfortable with. Someone to test another limit. Someone who might seem like her father, but who would not offer protection or fatherliness. And as he mulled a few names round in his head, there really only seemed one option. Terry the security guard.

Even as Angus alighted on Terry, he heard his friend in the corridor trying doors to see if they were locked. He wondered if Terry and KittyKat had already seen each other, already locked eyes. Terry had an eye for students, for younger women. The Professor knew that from sharing porn with his colleague. He'd engaged Terry, and other male staff members, in mock interviews about their porn habits, pretending to be researching a thesis. It seemed strange at first how many mature, apparently ordinary men were happy to talk about porn and lust and their fantasies, even to be recorded, and some video taped. Terry had been the most willing subject Angus had encountered in that exercise. The man was a pervert, 'happy to help Prof' he'd said, having sat in this very room with his cock out, masturbating to various magazines and videos which the processor played while he asked questions and took notes.

Terry's footsteps came closer until Angus heard him outside, rattling keys, then turning the door knob and stepping in.

"Still here, Professor?"

Angus smiled. "Still hard at it," he said, knowing Terry would appreciate the double meaning. He watched Terry hesitate, indicating he wanted an invitation, would welcome hearing about whatever bizarre sexual assignment the professor was working on. "I missed my calling," Terry had said when he first found out what Angus liked to study. "Who'd have thought you could get a professorship in porn?"

"Terry, take a seat." Angus gestured towards the chair KittyKat had been sitting in not long before. "I've got a proposition for you if you're free to drop by tomorrow evening."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Counsellor session three.

After a fairly fitful night's sleep, Andrea dressed carefully.

Pale blue clingy v-neck sweater, mid thigh denim skirt, sandals but in her bag one inch black heels, the highest heels she had.

Today was going to be an important day, a significant day in her new University career as a Scholar, or perhaps Pre-Scholar was more accurate.

Counsellor session three.

Katy again reviewed in her head all the progress she'd made so far. Thoughts from yesterday sprang back: her present goal was to keep her audience, her viewers, and keep them satisfied, keeping their animal lusts satisfied; that was KittyKat's job, her purpose, her role; it had nothing to do with what she wanted;

the ultimate goal was about being a living doll craving semen, violation and degradation. Then she would have achieved true freedom; intellectual, emotional, physical and sexual.

It all sounded pretty good when she couched in theoretical terms, terms she'd used last night to mislead her parents so they wouldn't worry or hold her back with the shackles of unenlightened conventions, and although the pace of things was infinitely faster than she she could ever have imagined, Katy felt able to cope. One step at a time. Her choices. She was in control.

Her day flew by and her self-confidence grew. Yes, today's limit, today's barrier was a significant one for her, maybe minor for the Professor, but she was confident she could manage it and sell it, both to him and her audience.

At the arranged time she was at the Professor's door for Session Three.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked and opened the door, coming in and closing it behind her, then pausing in the doorway for the now-established ritual of dressing down for the lesson.

She looked up to make sure she had the Professor's attention.

Her jaw dropped.

Literally, her mouth fell open. The blood drained from her face. She felt a little nauseas and unsteady on her feet.

There was another man in the room. They weren't alone.

The Professor noticed her but said nothing.

Oh shit! What should she do?

He gave no indication. As a test, she put her bag off her shoulder and let it fall noisily to the floor.

Nothing.

She kicked off the heels.

Nothing.

Taking another steadying breath, she grasped the hem of the sweater in both hands and lifted it over head in one motion, dropping it on her bag. Like yesterday she was topless. Bra-less, which would have been very obvious even with the sweater on. She was now bare from the waist up. Tits out in front of not one, but two men, of whom one was a total stranger.

Nothing.

Her sick feeling had receded enough by now, and her balance was back, so she undid the button on her skirt, and the zip, and tugged it over her hips to pool on the floor, kicking it onto her bag and top.

This was her Development today, her step forward. No underwear.

Katy Cook stood totally naked in the University, in the Professor's office, for today's lesson, totally nude. Tits on display. Neatly trimmed dark landing strip on display. Everything on display.

Nothing.

Slipping her feet into her black heels, she crouched to retrieve her notebook and pen, and chin up she walked carefully but calmly to move the chair to its usual place before the screen, and sat gracefully.

Katy crossed her left leg over her right, notebook and pen poised on her left knee.

Heart thumping, unsure what was happening or what lay in store, no longer in control, she hoped she was ready.

 

[ericrodman101]

"So I just sit here and watch?"

"Yes please, Terry," Angus said. "This girl...we'll call her KittyKat...is part of an experiment I'm undertaking. She's a scholarship girl. It's a radical experiment, but you'll see that once we start. I want you just to sit and watch. Well, at first. There'll be two parts to the class tonight. First we'll all watch a movie. And then there will be a practical session. You can speak during the second part. Give directions, if you like. And if at any time there's anything you feel like doing....naturally, that will be fine too."

"Naturally?" Terry sat opposite the Professor, wondering what he'd got himself into. Angus Plum was an eccentric guy, that was clear. Everybody thought so. But so what. College professors were all odd. That was why they didn't have normal jobs. And all that young pussy! Terry walked the campus all day, everyday, wondering how the fuck the academic staff managed to be so impassive in the face of the parade of young women who strutted and pouted and posed in the corridors. All those provocatively dressed girls, all legs and ass and tits and pouty lips, draped over each other and their boyfriends, sitting in corners with their legs up, lying in the quadrangle in the sun baring their flesh, making out in dark corners, laughing and smiling and flirting with him. Just thinking about it made him hard.

"Naturally," the Professor said. "You'll know what I mean, and if you don't I'll tell you."

Angus looked Terry up and down once more. The security guard uniform was fine. Neat, plain, nondescript. If it appeared on the webcam it would look anonymous, like someone had just walked in. Maybe that's how he should appear, just walking in. Hmmmm. Is that how I should organise things? At the point KittyKat needs a hand, a stranger just walks into the room? No, Terry was here now. When the time came, maybe tonight, maybe later, things would just take their course.

How old was Terry? Forty? Single? Married? He wasn't wearing a wedding ring. The less Angus knew the better. And KittyKat would know nothing, of course. Terry was just a nameless guy like the webcam viewers. Just in the room with her.

"OK, just sit here and watch and if and when you feel the urge to do whatever comes naturally, just do it. Or look to me for instruction. Is that clear?"

Terry nodded. Angus gestured for the guard to stand, then moved the chair to an angle away from KittyKat's chair but where he could still view the screen. Just as Terry sat there was a knock at the door.

Angus smiled his approval at what KittyKat was wearing. The clingy sweater and denim skirt were sensible and shapely. He watched her surprise at finding they were not alone, but was careful not to speak. He'd promised her something special, and the limit he wanted her to break now was a significant one. To his great pleasure, she barely hesitated, just dropped her bag noisily, looked around for approval, and proceeded to undress. He could see her eyes darting from his to the stranger and back, but KittyKat continued until she was completely naked. Angus looked across at Terry who was failing to disguise his surprise, just staring open mouthed at what was going on in front of him. He caught Terry's eye for a moment and stressed silence.

Then KittyKat did him proud. She slipped her feet into a pair of dangerously high black heels, bent demurely to retrieve her notebook and pen, moved her chair in front of the screen, and sat, legs crossed, alongside Terry, ready to begin.

"KittyKat," Angus said, stepping behind her so as to give away nothing on his face. "You are learning. Your preparation tonight has been perfect. I commend you."

He could see that Terry was seriously indisposed already, the guard's hands in his lap, tamping down an obvious erection.

"The lesson tonight is only a little different. We will watch a movie and discuss what we are seeing, and then a cam session. The difference is that we have a viewer in the room, but as far as you are concerned, the man is a cam viewer like all the others. The fact that you can see his face and his reactions to you are a simple step forward in the learning process, the benefits of which we will explore as time and opportunity permit.

He placed his hands on KittyKat's shoulders, hoping to calm any nerves, but mostly for the pleasure of feeling her flesh beneath his.

"Do you have any questions?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Not at the moment, Sir," she replied respectfully.

She wasn't sure, but the visitor sat next to her seemed uncomfortable. Was he offended because Katy was naked? That thought made her blush in embarrassment. But the Professor's warm hands on her bare shoulders comforted her, she had his approval, which meant she was doing this right. He'd acknowledged her learning progress, called it perfect, and even commended her!

It was important that she overcome being embarrassed every time someone was offended by her naked body; perhaps part of KittyKat's mission was to help free the unenlightened and liberate them into an appreciation of female nudity and sexuality? Her success might be measured by how much this visitor let go of his inhibitions?

Katy made a new entry in her notebook:

mission: help free unenlightened, liberate them to appreciate female nudity and unrestrained sexuality?

Katy was comforted knowing the lesson would follow the usual format. However distracting it might be to have a stranger in the room, at least she knew more or less what to expect. But she would have to concentrate if her observations were to be up to her usual standard, and not let herself be thrown by anything the visitor said or did.

It was a Learning Opportunity. One that the Prof promised to explore further as opportunity permitted, which presumably meant she must get used to other people joining them for their lessons. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

This was clearly a Big Test.

"I'm ready, Sir."

 

[ericrodman101]

No questions? Not even 'who the fuck is this strange guy sitting in the room next to me naked and trying to cover his erection?' Young girls today, Angus thought....but then KittyKat was making progress, testing boundaries, breaking limits, moving slowly but inexorably towards his goal.

Was Terry the right guy, Angus mused as he lifted his hands reluctantly from KittyKat's shoulders and walked over to the mouse to select a porn vid. Strangely, with Terry in the room and the next stage in his project taking shape so distinctly in front of him, Angus almost felt like tossing the whole thing in. Did he want to share KittyKat with Terry? Like he did with the cam viewers? Was it sharing? Did he have feelings for KittyKat beyond obsessing about the hold he had over her, and would have even more when he finally dropped her into the gutter and raised her to slutdom? Feelings! Where the fuck did that thought some from? Losing my nerve, he thought, losing my nerve....

Which meant only one thing. No more Sophia. Even with the obscene acts Sophia performed on film, her work was still porn from a female point of view. With Terry in the room, it had to be all about men. Whatever he selected to watch tonight, the women in the film had to be nothing but objects, if the limit he wanted to impress on KittyKat was to mean anything at all. Slutification does not include female pleasure, not from the sexual act, not from the fucking, he thought. It means male pleasure, male desire, male release. And in facilitating that, Angus thought, only then could the female catalyst find any pleasure. And maybe even that pleasure, derived entirely from outside the sexual act, was too much. Was pleasure itself beyond the bounds of true slutification?

"Tonight," the Professor said, "we will watch something a little different. Not Sophia, no. Sophia has just been your introduction, KittyKat, to the idea of subjugation, the notion that committing oneself totally to pleasuring others is a pleasure in itself. Sophia, for all her surrender and her degradation, still found sexual pleasure in her participation. You will remember the way she smiled, for example, yes?"

He looked round to see if KittyKat nodded, but she displayed that usual expressionless visage that suggested she was soaking it all up. Terry, on the other hand, was twisting his face between horror and physical pain. Angus wondered whether he should break his rule now or at any point, and verbally permit the guard to take his cock out of his trousers, rather than let him work it out for himself.

"So this film is one I think you will enjoy if only for the complete lack of any expression of pleasure by the female, all the while remembering she is a willing participant. KittyKat, I want you to watch closely to see whether she smiles or uses her eyes or her body to signal or encourage the men to fuck her in any particular way, or indeed, to fuck her at all. Or not fuck her, say, by resisting or turning away."

Still the expressionless face. Angus found the film he wanted and clicked for it to start. It was the one where the cheerleader is gangbanged by the whole football team, under lights in center field, as a way to encourage them to improve their play.

"And viewer in the room," Angus said looking at Terry and breaking the golden rule, "get your cock out if it helps."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Get his cock out?

Katy was momentarily thrown by the Professor's remark to their visitor, but quickly masked her surprise and forced herself to concentrate on today's video, though at the back of her mind she thought maybe she'd missed something, that the Prof was a bit disappointed? She moved her shoulders in that unspoken invitation for his hands to return.

The film started with a simple enough opening scene, of football practice that didn't impress the Coach.

"So, um, he's challenged their masculinity in an effort to get them to play harder, to up their game," Katy observed, and couldn't escape the sexual innuendos which amused and delighted her. She had already discovered the excitement of using explicit graphic sexual language in front of the Professor, but she looked forward even more to doing it in front of a total stranger.

A stranger with his cock out.

Was that how most of her cam audience were when they watched her? Did they have their cocks out? That would be a pretty big compliment to her, if they did.

"Ah," she continued, "they're picking a cheerleader to help the men express their manliness ... oh look, they're stripping her naked!"

Andrea leaned forward to watch more closely, already identifying with the young slim brunette who seemed quite happy to become the instant sexual plaything of the football team.

"The men seem to be enjoying groping her tits and sucking on them, and oh look they've pulled her panties out the way and one guy is licking her pussy! See how much she likes that?"

Katy remembered that this film was supposed to demonstrate the men doing everything they wanted with no regard to the girl's pleasure, but Katy could see how much that pleased the cheerleader, and felt herself drawn in, identifying even more with her.

There was something deliciously erotic about being in the girl's place and Katy felt herself becoming quite aroused, making a mental note to maybe walk naked into the college men's changing room after a game, especially after a win? She rubbed her thighs together, glad her legs were crossed.

"So basically she's letting them do anything they want, whether fucking her or shoving their cocks in her mouth, or look even triple filling her! One cock in her anus, one in her pussy, one in her mouth. She can even have one in each hand!" Far from feeling used, it looked like the cheerleader couldn't get enough.

"She clearly wants more from the way she uses her mouth to seek out the next cock, even while a series of other cocks slide into her cunt, one after the other. They may be using her every way they want, but that also gives her a great deal of satisfaction; her reward is her delight in being used."

"Hm, though she only mananges to have 5 cocks at a time," Katy noted with satisfaction and disdain, witing in her notes,

Challenge - 7 cocks together (2 mouth, 2 cunt, 1 ass, 1 ea hand)

Katy was one day going to achieve the seven.

Despite concentrating, she was very aware of the 'viewer' next to her, of him and his cock, and Katy made sure he could get frequent glimpses of her tits and a hint of bush, hoping to drive him crazy with lust. It was even better than being on cam, because she could tell his reaction to her.

Meanwhile the film progressed.

"Oh look, she has a piercing over her clitoris? Do men like that? Or is it to give her pleasure? D'you think her clit is constantly stimulated while she wears it?" Katy asked the Professor.

The triple fucking had been going on for some time, and they were getting near the end, and it was clear they were going to be treated to multiple cum shots.

Again Katy leaned forward to not miss anything, and licked her lips in anticipation.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus listened to Kittykat as she responded to the video. He'd been surprised at her lack of reaction to his invitation to Terry to 'get his cock out if it helped'. He'd hoped this might throw his student a bit to the point of taking her mind off the pornography and onto the other man in the room. His ultimate goal in having Kittykat perform on webcam for an audience was for her to be fucked on cam, fucked to order from the viewers desirably, and not just by Terry or whomever the professor invited to join them, but by as many men as he could fit into the room, strangers, passers-by, invited viewers, men who would have no connection to or regard for Kittykat, but who would use her, abuse her, degrade her, and when they were satisfied, discard her, with Kittykat showing no pleasure, just complete subordination to the pleasure of the men whose cocks she took inside and whose semen she swallowed. In his mind, that was complete slutification, the utter externalisation of the sexual act for a woman and the complete internalisation of any pleasure derived from it.

But her lack of reaction meant one of several things. Maybe she was in over her head and was too naive to know what was going on and where this was all leading. Maybe she was trying so hard to please him that any misgivings or concerns were just not registering. Or maybe Kittykat was so clever that she'd sussed him completely, and was or would prove to be such a sexual animal, such a complete slut, that she could fool him and the viewers and the men who would fuck her so publicly and degradingly into believing that she was just a slut, and not the one really in control.

Kittykat's descriptions of what she was seeing in the film were accurate and matter of fact. Angus liked how she watched closely. She was a good student, attentive, with an eye for detail. And having Terry in the room, and letting him masturbate so close to her, didn't seem to phase her at all. If anything, she rose to the challenge with even more disinterest.

Picking up how the cheerleader used her mouth to search for cocks, for instance. In the film the cheerleader was being fucked repeatedly in every hole by a whole football team, all large, strong men any one of whom could dominate her, rape her in any fashion they wished. And in the group the girl was completely at their mercy, utterly unable to reject whatever they did to her, and without any help at hand to intervene if she reached her limit or wanted to stop. Nevertheless, despite being fucked in every hole, whenever her mouth was freed between assaults, the cheerleader would turn her head, purse her lips, open her mouth indicating she was looking for another cock, indeed was greedy to have her mouth fucked as roughly and rapidly as the men could respond. The amazing aspect of the video was how even though this one girl was being gangraped by more than a dozen men, she showed no sign of flagging, no sign of reaching her limit. Her actions showed that she was in control and was using the men, not the other way round.

"Yes," Angus said in response to Kittykat's comments. "She is only managing five cocks. But is that because five cocks are her limit, or the men in the video can only manage to feed her five cocks at once. Do you get my point? Who is in control here? The football team or the cheerleader?"

It was at this point that Angus noticed with satisfaction how Kittykat was indicating her awareness of Terry. The janitor had let his trousers fall to the floor and was standing to one side of Kittykat, his cock hard in his hands. She was turning a little, letting Terry get a good view of her breasts and her cunt. Kittykat was in no way indicating to Terry, or Angus for that matter, that she got any sexual pleasure from exposing herself to Terry, but was clearly aware of the impact she was having on Terry's state of arousal. This was excellent, Angus thought. When you are gangraped on cam you are going to be such a star, my little Kittykat. My little depraved and debauched star.

"Yes, a clitoral piercing," Angus responded. "It shows she is a whore. Men like that she is a whore. Of course she is stimulated, but for our purposes it is important that the men raping her think she is a whore, totally available for them to do whatever they like."

Perhaps I need to make an appointment for Kittykat to get a clitoral piercing, Angus thought.

The video neared its conclusion. The cheerleader had been subject to every conceivable violation which might pass the California censors and the men gathered round preparing to ejaculate onto her upturned face. Terry seemed ready to cum as well, just as Kittykat was leaning forward in her chair and licking her lips.

It was time to take back control. The Professor paused the video.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh!" she exclaimed as soon as the video stopped. She had been so looking forward to the multiple cumshots that were bound to happen after all that build up, given the way the football team were surrounding the cheerleader.

A little put out, she glanced at the man next to her to see if he was disappointed too, but he seemed to have troubles of his own, judging by the look on his face.

Despite her previous self control she couldn't help glancing at his cock that had been flashing at her as his pumping hand repeatedly covered and uncovered the very swollen looking organ. The glance became a fascinated stare as she marvelled at how the thing looked in real life, not just in pictures on the internet. Just the presence of a naked erect cock so close to her while she was naked stirred her, and she felt herself become hotter and damper between her legs. She crossed them the other way, towards the visitor and licked her lips, then forced herself to uncross her legs and part her knees. If she was to be worthy of her Scholarship she needed to act out her part.

Finally pulling her eyes away she looked up into her Professor's face wondering what his next Important Truth was going to be, and Katy KittyKat thought through what she'd just learned from him.

The Five Cocks at Once being a limitation, but whose? Was it that the cheerleader couldn't take more than five cocks in her body and hands, or that the footballers couldn't provide her with more at any one time?

"Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh on the girl for not managing seven cocks? Yes, maybe it's more the limitation of the men using her than her inability to take seven?"

And then the clitoral piercing. The Professor said it marked her as a whore, but surely it wasn't only whores who got their clits pierced?

"And, um, don't non-professional girls do it too? Get themselves pierced, I mean? I get that it shows how much she's into sex, but is it such a big deal getting a clitoral piercing?" and she wrote,

Clit piercing .. whores and non-whores too?

Then she added,

Men like her to be a whore for them to rape her doing anything they like

Then thinking that through, wrote big with a question mark,

Can a true elite ever be raped? Does consent matter? Ultimate attainment = consent irrelevent - sole purpose is being fucked - therefore won't be rape?

With her notebook open on her naked knee where the Prof would be able to see it, Katy again looked up to him hoping he'd resume the video so they could enjoy the multiple cum shots of creamy sperm splashing and drenching the lucky cheerleader.

Very aware of the visitor breathing heavily so close to her, she asked,

"So, um, do we get to watch the cumshot now, Professor?" And again she licked her lips in anticipation.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor was pleased to see how annoyed Kittykat was when he stopped the porno. His main worry, however, was that Terry would blow his load before the end of the video, which meant before he switched on the cam for Kittykat to perform for her online audience. He'd half promised Terry that tonight would be his chance to 'enjoy himself with a hot student'. Yes, those were the words he used. He didn't want to promise Terry he could fuck a student, especially not Kittykat. For one he couldn't remember if she was a virgin, and if she was, then dispatching her virginity was something of value not be wasted on the janitor.

Secondly, there was always the chance the girl might say no to Terry's cock in her vagina, certainly more so than his cock in her mouth, and the last thing the Professor wanted was a scene.

And then there was the camming. In the professor's mind, Terry was a typical online pornography kinda guy. Representative of the type, if you like. Once the Professor saw Terry with a hard cock, and given vanilla fucking was out, allowing Terry to discharge himself across Kittykat's face on cam seemed like the best option to take advantage of the presence of them both. He didn't think he needed to seek the girl's consent. She may be a virgin, but what college freshman hadn't already been jizzed on, even if they hadn't been jizzed in, to make the distinction. And if she hadn't received a cumshot in the face yet, then it was no big deal. It would happen sometime soon so it might as well be Terry who got to christen her.

Hence the Professor stopped the porno. They could all watch the end after Kittykat's cam session. Well, after Kittykat's and Terry's cam session as it was now destined to be. And the session would be Terry's cumshot and Kittykat's debut as a cumslut. Watching the cheerleader in the video taking eighteen cumshots, or however many it was to be, would be just more of the same.

The Professor listened to Kittykat's analysis of what it meant to be a whore, and whether a non-professional girl with a clitoral piercing was indeed a whore. And then read her notes over her shoulder.

"It is unimportant whether a girl with a piercing is a professional or not," he said sternly. "What is important is what the men think of her. A girl with a piercing, or a crotchless thong, or a tramp stamp, or labiaplasty or a dildo, or whatever sexual paraphernalia she chooses to display to a man, is a whore in his eyes."

He was very pleased with her dissection of the word 'rape'. It was such an untidy and emotive word. But it was one of the few words which the Professor could honestly say really turned him on, to use the vernacular. In so far as it denoted the utter degradation of the subject, then it was a term which could be justified as an act of slutification. The problem arose because it triggered so much adverse reaction. He preferred to avoid it even though he used it himself tonight.

"The girl in the video is being fucked by the entire football team. Is it rape? Is it groupsex? Is it a gangbang? Is it all of the above? Kittykat, you will soon learn that using the word 'rape', however apposite it may be to what you observe or indeed, participate in eventually, and however much it suits historical precedent, our peers at the college will find it too emotive a term. I should not have used it earlier. Fucking and gangfucking, on the other hand, even if much lazier words, are simply seen as strong language. Their use can be excused as undergraduate whereas rape will always set off the alarms. Perhaps you can think about as part of your project, what is the best terminology to describe the sex acts which must be undertaken by someone wishing to achieve slutification."

"Now, as to your request to watch the end of the video, the cumshot as you so graphically describe it, we are departing a little from our usual routine tonight."

The Professor leaned over and switched on the webcam.

"As you can see Kittykat, you are on cam. Your viewers will be receiving their notifications that you are available. And we have a little treat in store for them."

He looked around. Terry was beating his cock fervently, trying to maintain his erection.

"Your acquaintance in the room tonight is indicating his appreciation of what you have watched together. Perhaps with the cam on, and this gentleman's obvious excitement, you can think of something which will both amuse your viewers and say thank you to your new friend for joining us."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy was still cross with herself for getting told off twice. Once was bad enough, but twice?

She knew she had to try extra hard to please the Professor to make up for her lapses, in wrongly repeating the word 'rape' and misunderstanding its use; and in assuming it mattered if a girl actually was a whore or not.

"Your acquaintance in the room tonight is indicating his appreciation of what you have watched together. Perhaps with the cam on, and this gentleman's obvious excitement, you can think of something which will both amuse your viewers and say thank you to your new friend for joining us."

"Yes Sir," she answered, and getting back into being KittyKat rather than the Scolarship student, she smiled for her audience. In her cam window she could see herself from her knees to the top of her head, clearly completely naked but with legs crossed so that what was between her legs was hidden. Her top half, on the other hand, was not. She was naked, tits out, baring them for her viewers.

"Hey guys, welcome back!" She confirmed that her cam and the mic were both working, and edited her little Title banner "As promised, something new tonight when we get 2000 viewers".

So far it was just her on cam and looking at the Prof asked, "Did you want to stand behind me again Daddy?"

The visitor was still playing with himself, and looking at him KittyKat motioned with her hand for him to stop since he looked like he might not be able to last much longer given what she'd seen in the past on Amateur Bukakke porn that she enjoyed from time to time.

Once the comforting hands were again on her shoulders or toying playfully with her tits and nipples, KittyKat happily began chatting with her viewers, teasing them with words while they kept demanding to know what the New Thing would be. But she was adament, they'd have to wait until the view count reached 2000, and they were only about halfway.

For a moment a little doubt troubled her; was she aiming too high at 2000? But then the numbers started climbing again.

From how she looked it was obvious that most of the viewers were expecting to see her pussy and were quite eager. As to that, she hadn't decided yet.

Finally the count jumped to over 2000 as presumably exisiting viewers encouraged others to attend, or maybe her banner had done the advertising for her?

Whichever, she now had to deliver.

Gesturing to the visitor she beckoned him forward, and reaching behind his thigh brough his naked mid section into view of the cam, his erection bobbing less than a hand's width from her cheek.

"So guys, what do you think? Today we have a live cock in the studio. Do you like it?" She reached over and gently wrapped her hand round it, and on an impulse kissed the swollen end, then laid it on her flat tongue, her face side on to the cam. Then to her own surprise she wrapped her lips round the fat head and flicked it with her tongue before pulling off and facing her audience again.

"That, my lovely viewers, was the my very first taste of cock. And it was ..."

Suddenly she was interrupted as a tiny blob, followed by a huge gout of hot thick semen jetted onto her cheek.

 

[ericrodman101]

Kittykat was good at this, the Professor thought. A natural. She spoke into the cam like a polished professional, as if she'd learned a script, but with conversational ease. And without forgetting to direct Terry, or his cock at least, his face invisible to the screen, into the front and centre.

Even as he marvelled at her ability, Kittykat continued to surprise him. Having introduced the live cock, Kittykat kissed it, then laid it on her tongue, giving anyone watching the widest view possible of a swollen cock in a woman's open mouth. It was a basic porn meme, for sure, but it wasn't Kittykat's bread and butter. The Professor was 99% sure it was her first time sucking a cock, yet she did it as if she'd been doing it every day for years, and on cam with a personal commentary. What a find, dear Kittykat. What a find you are.

Credit to Terry too, the Professor thought. He knew little about the janitor's life and motivations. The guy was a middle aged, minimum wage janitor in a college, surrounded by untouchable princesses who flaunted their tits and thighs and torsos before him every day like some array of beyond-his-reach high end clothes in a mid town department store window. Well, Kittykat was no longer beyond his reach. She was sitting before him, naked, her tongue flicking his cock like she enjoyed it, like she wanted him, like she found him desirable.

And perhaps she did, but that wasn't part of the exercise. Never forget, the Professor reminded himself. The exercise is slutification, not gratification. And even if Terry and men like him are gratified, that is merely a means to an end.

The Professor was on the point of congratulating Terry, in his head at least, for managing to undergo Kittykat's oral examination of his cock without cumming, when the janitor inevitably lost his resolve and ejaculated. Too good to last, the Professor thought, but then Terry was only human. The janitor's cock spasmed, released a small, white warning glob, and then exploded across Kittykat's cheek. And in the back of his head, the Professor imagined two thousand solo cocks at home on the other side of the webcam, exploding at the same time, a gush of semen to register on the Richter scale perhaps. The ridiculous notion made him smile.

There was nothing to say for the moment. What was important was for Kittykat to let the moment play out with the aplomb she'd already shown before the discharge. Don't panic, he thought. Don't react negatively or with surprise. The guys watching at home need to think you do this every day. For their pleasure. Not yours. That having some nameless guy's cock creaming your face is just another day at the office and that given the opportunity, they could find you in the street, in the park, the supermarket, wherever, and could do the same to you without rebuke, or shame, or comeback. You are their cumdump, Kittykat, he willed her silently to understand, and sat back to watch.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy flinched. Of course she flinched, instrinctively turning her head away as a high pressure steam hose blasted her cheek with a scalding jet.

Except it wasn't scalding, just hot and wet. She turned her head after being blasted.

Katy flinched. But KittyKat wouldn't. By force of will KittyKat made Katy straighten her head and smile calmly into the cam as her first ever real cumshot facial slid obscenely down her cheek to splatter wetly on her shoulder and then down her breast.

She turned at just the wrong, or right moment to look at the fat cock that had erupted over her.

The visitor wasn't finished. To her shock, he started to spurt again, now that his big fist had replaced her mouth on his engorged organ. His urgent pumping action blew another rope of thick hot sticky cum out of his cock to splash her nose, less forceful this time and not as much.

She did the wrong thing, opening her mouth in surprise, and he took advantage, getting much closer and deliberately emptying his next load straight over her lips, teeth and tongue.

KittyKat had watched enough porn to know what to do, and had even played and practiced this in private so many times with bananas, hairbrush handles and other innocent toys.

Tilting her head back slightly, her face again side on to the cam, she opened her mouth wide, and accepting the invitation the visitor drained the last of his spunk into her mouth.

She faced the cam, and copying what she'd seen Sophie do, showed her audience to pooled ivory jism that covered her tongue before closing her, mouth, swallowing and demonstrating that her mouth was now empty.

"That's it for today, guys," she announced, her chest rising and falling fast, a gleam in her eye, thighs wriggling against the damp heat between them, "tomorrow you get another New Development once we get past 2000 viewers."

She was about to sign off when the visitor surprised her again, laying his slightly reduced but still swollen cock on top of her head and squeezed out a last few gobs of thick cum, like little drops of icing decorating her dark hair.

A thought came to her.

"Oh, and one last thing, if there's enough interest we might make the recording of this episode available for sale, along with other KitttyKat merchandise like t-shirts and mugs, but only if enough of you leave messages of interest. See you guys tomorrow for more, and don't forget to tell your friends; if we break 3000 viewers you get a bonus treat!"

Katy closed the session, and slumped back in her chair, a farly blank look on her cum dumped face, mild exhaustion in her shoulders.

She gazed up into the Professor's face.

"Was that ok? Did KittyKat give herself to the pleasure of 2000 men for their entertainment and to satisfy their wants, letting them have what they craved?" and as her eyes flicked over to the visitor, "well, maybe 2000 and one?"

She needed to know she'd done ok. She needed the Prof's approval. Katy hoped he wouldn't be angry about her offering a video and t-shirts and mugs. But they weren't committed. It was up to them what amounted to sufficient interest.

But she still craved the Professor's approval.

 

[ericrodman101]

Yes, she was good, the Professor thought. Good, but headstrong. Confident. Over confident?

She'd flinched when the main stream of Terry's cum jetted onto her face. Who wouldn't? But she'd turned back, not away, at the onslaught. Into the stream. Face on. And opened her mouth. The professor made a mental note to watch that bit back again later. Opened her mouth inviting Terry to empty his cock across her lips, her teeth, her tongue. Had Kittykat meant to do that or had it just been a fortuitous convergence of events? Whatever, it was great viewing, the Professor was sure.

And even if this was all new to her, about which the Professor had his doubts, watching her emulating Sophia convinced him Kittykat was the fastest of learners. Just like the slutty Sophia from the video a few days ago, Kittykat opened her mouth wide for the viewers, highlighting the pool of sticky white cum she was holding, then swallowing and opening again to show the viewers that her mouth was empty.

The Professor realised he was hard watching Kiitykat do this. The thought flashed through his head that it was time to show her other videos of different porn acts to show Kittykat what else she might copy on cam. Dildos, bondage, deep throating, double anal. He made a mental note to push her to the limits and the sooner the better.

Kittykat smiled and spoke, promising the viewers something new tomorrow, even offering them merchandise and bonus treats. Now the Professor was concerned. She was good, but she was not in charge. He was in charge. This was his project. Kittykat was his slut, his object, his toy to display and use and abuse and soil however he wanted.

He allowed the cam session to come to a close. "Was that OK?" she asked him. The Professor ignored her. It was important she learned to wait, whether for permission or approval or gratification. He turned to Terry to ask him to clean himself up, dress and leave. But the janitor was already doing these things and with head low and avoiding eye contact, he left the room. The Professor stood in the quiet, listening to his and Kittykat's breathing, hers expectantly rapid, his deliberately deep and laboured. And even when he was ready to speak he waited some more.

"Kittykat," he said, walking behind his desk and sitting. "Stand while I speak to you. With your hands on your head."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She was in trouble, and she knew it.

Katy stood before the Prof's desk, naked, feet apart for balance, wetness on the insides of her thighs and glistening in her little dark bush, hands on her head and elbows back, the recent deposit of slimy sperm still dripping off her face onto her tits, drops decorating her dark hair.

What had she done wrong? There was no approval here, even though she'd broken through so many barriers today. The stripping naked in front of a total stranger, being fully nude on Cam to thousands of unknown men. Touching and sucking a cock for the first time, and on Cam too. Taking a facial covering of ejaculated cum.

No, pushing her boundaries wouldn't be the problem; in their project she was supposed to break every boundary for the sake of academic research and exploration.

No, the one thing the Prof kept emphasising, she'd failed to achieve.

"I'm sorry, professor. I know I shouldn't have let myself enjoy any of that. It was wrong."

She wanted to lower her head, drop her eyes in shame at her total failure.

"I need to write up some notes on the tension between achieving the aim of apparent disinterested whoredom with sexual servitude on the one hand, and my body's natural but wrong reaction to the stimulation of our research topic."

Katy didn't know if she was making things worse by speaking, so she shut up.

Perhaps the Professor would fire her from the programme? Would he maybe give her another chance? Perhaps offer some Remedial Training, as she thought it was called.

And what of the visitor? Was he in trouble too? The prof had dismissed him pretty quick.

But actually the visitor didn't matter. What did matter was that the Professor wasn't pleased.

Katy would have to try extra hard to please himand get back in his favour.

 

[ericrodman101]

He watched her standing before him, naked, legs apart for balance, thighs glistening with wetness, hands on her head like he'd directed. Her face shone with the janitor's cum which slid down to her breasts as he watched.

The Professor refrained from speaking. He wanted Kittykat to understand that his silence and the stern look on his face conveyed how he felt, and just as importantly, that he wanted her to be silent until and while he spoke. He didn't want to dress her down verbally or tell her to be quiet. Having to say it meant she didn't understand. Kittykat had shown herself to be resourceful and quickwitted so far. He didn't want to her to fail. But the project was his and only his. If she proved unworthy of the project or of him, then he'd find another plaything, another object to defile and discard. There were other Kittykat's, innocent, naive, unspoiled, wiggling their firm asses all over the college. It would be a shame to waste what he'd already achieved, but if it had to be wasted, then so be it.

Just as he felt sufficient time had passed to show she understood his requirements, Kittykat spoke. The Professor was sorely disappointed. At least she apologised although even having to verbalise something so obvious worried him that she was too much in love with the sound of her own voice.

He let the apology pass and continued to look sternly, resetting his inner clock and letting the seconds tick again.

Then the silly girl spoke a second time. He could see she knew she was making it worse. It was all he could do not to tell her to shut up.

"A slut's voice is not for explanation or analysis," he said. "It is only for asking for something to happen, and only then when what might have seemed inevitable has not come to pass. Do you understand?"

He looked for a nod, any recognition, and made do with the lowering of her eyes. Another minute passed.

"I think perhaps we need to reiterate the object of the project and the rules. And then we need to make any necessary changes or take whatever steps we require to ensure our objectives will be met."

We. Our. He let his words sink in. 'My' and 'mine' are what he meant. This was not Kittykat's project. She had no objectives, only instructions. She looked crestfallen. Was he being too harsh? The Professor chided himself for his brief moment of empathy. Of course not.

"I remind you that this is an academic study. My academic study. If you want to go off and run a webcam merchandise sex business, you are free to do so. It is of no interest to me other than as a means to an end. And a means utterly subordinate to the project. A mere incidental tool, like a keypad or a mouse or a tissue or a dildo or a stranger's cock, employed to support the project. Do you understand?"

He waited for her to reply. Much depended on it. And even as the Professor anticipated how Kittykat might respond and what he should make of whatever she said, he decided it was time to move things forward regardless. Something was standing in the way of progress. Something which gave her a freedom to take things less seriously than he wanted. In an instant he knew what it was. Kittykat must still be a virgin.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy was shocked.

She'd had no idea how badly she'd screwed up. She actually started to tremble and felt a flurry of fear deep inside. How could she have got it so very wrong?

The answer was that she'd lost sight of what they were doing. Just like the Professor said. She'd become so fixated on just breaking limits that she'd confused serious academic learning with a mere Personal Development Programme.

And she had compounded her error by taking an absurd initiative with the 'merchandising' idea.

Katy was ashamed, and although she was careful to stay in position like she'd been told, her whole body slumped as the confidence was knocked out of her.

Yes, the self-confidence, the self-promotion, the self-satisfaction that had erroneously filled her head was punched out of her as much by the Prof's stern look as by his words. Harsh words, but true. She deserved his telling-off.

She had to let go of her idiotic idea of exploiting their Cam show, and stop trying to please herself. After all, that was the point of the exercise, as far as she could remember. It was about objectification without self pleasure. It wasn't about her. What she wanted, liked, enjoyed was of no account. They weren't trying to make her happy. They were exploring an academic concept of detachment in which her assumed Persona of KitttyKat was but a tool.

But how could she let the Professor know that she now understood that and surrendered to it?

She didn't want to anger him further by disobeying his instruction of how to stand before him. She didn't want to speak like before and say the wrong thing, or say too many self-important words.

What was that about make changes and take steps to get back on track?

And then there was that bit about a slut's voice, which she didn't understand but knew was 'Shut up, slut.'

Taking a big risk, with eyes respectfully lowered she replied,

"Slut KittyKat will make every change and take every step the Professor directs."

Would that do it? was it enough?

 

[ericrodman101]

Still a virgin. Of course. It explains so much. The Professor fixated on first the question and then the solution, so much so that Kittykat's obvious dismay, and then her verbal acceptance nearly passed him by.

"Yes, yes, good," he said absentmindedly.

Still a virgin. He rose to his feet and with hands clasped behind his back, paced the room, oblivious to Kittykat standing naked, hands on head, still soiled from the encounter with the janitor.

Even the Professor wasn't about to be a party to a virgin's cam annihilation, at least not in the style of the gangfucked Sophia or the cheerleader. That was to come, of course, as sure as night follows day. But initially Kittykat's virginity had to be taken in a more regular, more socially acceptable manner. Students' virginities were being taken every night. Indeed, the professor was well aware, as were the college authorities, of virginity-taking clubs and events, cherry poppers they were called, for both male and female freshmen. The events were as regular and mainstream as the other dates on the freshmen orientation calendar, except that they were not formally sanctioned by the college even if they occurred, as often as not, on the premises.

Was that the solution? Arrange for Kittykat to be deflowered by one of the cherry poppers, reputed to be a well organised group of sophomores who met each year to receive the mantle from the year above, and carry on the college tradition with ruthless carnal efficiency.

Or was there another solution? The question of Kittykat's scholarship hadn't come up tonight, but it would in the near future. There was no scholarship, of course. Never had been, never would be. But he'd promised her one and sometime soon, the money needed to materialise lest Kittykat work out the whole thing academic project was nothing more than a figment of his own vain imagination. It was her proposal to sell videos and merchandise which brought the idea of a commercial route for taking Kittykat's virginity to the front of his mind. Her ideas just confirmed how clever and insightful she was. A virgin freshman who performed on webcam, spoke so beautifully unscripted, undressed for him without complaint, and let the janitor cum on her face. Kittykat was the most alluring combination of naivety and talent he could imagine. What a find! The Professor turned away from his naked companion to make sure she didn't see him smile.

Selling her virginity online. Auctioning it off to the highest bidder. Make money to pay her scholarship and make sure the experience was as impersonal and unmemorable as possible. Sure just organising a fellow student, or the janitor, or the next guy who walked down the corridor, to fuck Kittykat and walk off would be simpler, but there would be no payoff, and a virginity transaction might even fit into his supposed study.

And the best part was that Kittykat had essentially come up with the idea herself.

Simple it was not, however. It would take some arranging. But the ideas were coming thick and fast tonight. Who better to organise the sale of her own virginity than Kittykat herself? Brilliant!

The Professor turned. She was still standing naked, hands on head, eyes downcast, as she had been since his rebuke. How long had that been? Five minutes? Ten? Longer? He'd lost complete track of time.

"Kittykat," he said, smiling broadly, hoping to show her that he was no longer unhappy with her. "I have a proposition for you which will both make you happy, I'm sure, and provide some intellectual stimulation. Sit while we discuss it."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Phew! She wasn't in trouble anymore.

It must have been the words she used. The Prof had given them very serious consideration, had pondered and weighed them, taking them seriously as an academic committment. In fact so taken was he by the content of her statement that he almost forgot to acknowledge it. KittyKat had convinced him.

Katy sat in her usual chair, a little more relaxed now that she'd again benefitted from that big smile, but not relaxed enough to clean her face and tits of the drying semen that still generously decorated her skin.

She would proceed with great caution. Katy never wanted to anger the Professor again.

The light outside was now beginning to fade and at the Professor's urging she rose from her chair and turned on some lamps around the office.

So, an idea that would both please her and give her a chance to redeem her fragile Scolarship reputation, such as it was?

Resuming her seat she repeated her assurance that yes she would make all the changes she needed and do what was necessary for the success of the Professor's project.

Which was when he started to interrogate her, firmly but gently, on where the real problems lay. Not the superficial errors that had led to her discomfort of minutes ago, but what was behind it. He helped her to understand that her committment to the project was still only on the surface like the trivial roleplay scenarios they'd first looked at in that book. Like putting on certain clothes or types of makeup. What she lacked was the deeper engagement in the role of KittyKat.

"So I suppose really I can't just play at being KittyKat, but I have to become KittyKat?"

With more questioning he allowed her to admit to herself and to him that true freedom was to be found in letting go at all levels of her being, and she recognised that the deepest level was her sexuality, which explained why it was such a suitable vehicle for exploring the Project.

And here was the difficulty. Her lack of sexual experience was holding her back.

"I think, Professor, that the real problem here is that I'm still a virgin. Is there a way we can fix that, but as KittyKat?"

Katy so hoped that he would be impressed with her leap of intellectual acuity that recognised that solving the problem of her virginity as KittyKat would both fix the material issue and at the same time demonstrate her committment at the deepest level.

She was immensely proud of her suggestion, but tried not to show it. The Professor would not be impressed with preening self-congratulation.

The Prof had been right. She was both pleased and had been able to demonstrate her Scholarship Intellect. Pleased to have redeemed some of her previous good favour, and intellectual enough to have correctly analysed the problems and moved toward a solution.

Desperate for his approval she leapt on a hint of his.

"Would it be ok if I make all the arrangements, well if KittyKat does? I'll submit my suggestions for your corrections and permission before I finalise anything?"

Looking up from beneath her lowered brow she glanced at the Professor's face for some indication that she had done well.