Surprise Lessons (closed)

[Powerdog16]

Doctor Gant smiled at her and said, "Yes... yes I do. The first thing you need to learn is that you are not as high and mighty as you think you are. You live in denial for even thinking so." He gazed at her, pressing closer to her, holding that leg up. He felt his body long for hers but was strong enough to stop himself before surrendering and just taking her.

He stepped back for a few moments and at let her leg go. He turned, headed to his briefcase and then pulled out to items... a long sash that had a thick knot in the middle of it and a small length of rope... about 12 foot. He doubled the rope in his hand, turned and walked back to her. He said, "Tell you what. You don't want to kneel... Fine. It is your choice and I respect that. You want to stand. Okay... I can go with that too."

As he got within kicking distance, he anticipated her lash out with her left leg and caught her ankle again. He said, "Didn't learn the first time did you...?" He wrapped the rope at her ankle hooking it through the loop and then running it up to the iron ring above the door. This forced her leg to remain out and parallel to the ground. Her right leg was forced to take the remaining weight of her body.

He leaned up into her body once more... pressing his weight into her, his hardening shaft pressing into her loin. He took the sash from his pocket and took the knot and moved it to her mouth and said, "Open up..."

Her teeth clenched tightly of course and he simply moved his free hand to her neck taking her air. He whispered, "THe sooner you open your mouth, the sooner you get your air back..."

He gazed into her scared teary eyes and watched her cooly... controllingly... He knew that she knew the dire straits she was in... Eventually she obeyed him... opening just wide enough for the knot to be shoved into her mouth and the sash to be wrapped around her head and cinched off. He said, "Good girl... now... as I see it... I have you for the next 8 hours. You can stay in this position for the next 8 hours... or you can nod... simply nod and that will tell me you are ready to start learning your lesson. 8 hours may not seem too long... but ... it is going to be an eternity in this position. So..." He put his hands to her sides, touching her ribs and sliding down her body pressed in firmly, "Have fun... oh... and did I mention that Doctor Hammond cancelled his afternoon classes today? Sheesh... that means I could keep you here another... oh... 3 hours..."

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Mr Gant pressed harder into her and she almost let a moan out but kept it buried deep inside of her. When he let her leg go she dropped back to it, hoping it would take some of the burning in her calf. She watched him move to his briefcase and while his back was turned she glanced up to see how the ring and rope was laid out above her. Her eyes moved back to him as he turned back to her and she saw what was in his hand.

Tiffany’s mind ran with what he could possibly use that for when he moved closer to her. He was going to make her kneel or stand for the whole day? She tried her luck again and struck out with her left leg only for it to be caught in his hands again. His words made her smirk to him. She struggled as he wrapped the rope around her ankle and moved it up to the ring above her, keeping her leg out and all of her weight on her right leg. She felt her calf begin to burn with all of her weight and knew she wouldn’t last long if she ended up staying this way.

Mr Gant moved into her, pressing his body along hers and she could feel his hard bulge in his pants. He wanted her and she could feel it. Maybe she could play on that a bit and get herself out of this. Problem with that is her body was getting more and more turned on. She felt her hard nipples rubbing against her bra and it was sending sparks down to pool between her legs. The same place he was pressing his hardness into her.

The sash with the knot in the middle came into view and he demanded her to open her mouth. It hit her then that he planned to gag her. Tiffany clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to do as he demanded. His hand gripped her neck quickly, shocking her as his fingers began to cut off her air flow. He was going to force her to take that gag into her mouth. The thought alone began to scare her that he would be so willingly risk her life just to gag her. She felt the tears burning her eyes as she tried to hold off from opening her mouth.

Tiffany finally gave in, feeling her lung burn for air. Her lips parted and he shoved the knot into her mouth before releasing her neck and wrapping it around her head. She listened to his words and what they meant. He was going to leave her like this for 8 hours?!? If she would just accept kneeling at his feet like some dog she could get out of this. Her stubbornness wouldn’t let her be treated like that. She stood firm against him even as her body burned partly from the pain in her calf to the burn between her legs needing to feel him drive into her.

Tiffany fought those thoughts but his hands sliding over her ribs was killing her resolve. The moment he pressed deeper into her she tried to bite off the moan but it whispered lightly from her throat. Tiffany tried to quickly turn it into a groan as Mr Gant told her that he may very well have her for another 3 hours or more. Her eyes glared at him, telling him to let her go or he would regret this.

Mr Gant’s hands gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging into her sides as he leaned closer to her, “So be it…” He instantly released her and she didn’t realize he was taking some of her weight until he let her go. Her calf burned with such pain, like the worse possible Charlie horse you could have. Her fingers wrapped quickly around the ropes above her, the same ones that were keeping her bound as he turned from her. She took all her weight on her hands around the ropes and the one around her ankle as she lifted her right leg up to strike at him from behind.

 

[Powerdog16]

The kick connected and he had most definitely not expected it! Her heel connected with the upper part of his back just below the left side of his ribs and sent him stumbling hard to the side. Two things had fallen into his favor however. One, he spent some time in the boxing ring off duty and so he was a little tougher than he looked and two, with her particular position, she was not able to put enough momentum into the kick to do any real damage. As soon as she brought the other foot into the air, her momentum literally was nearly dead when it connected.

He reached up and rubbed his side before turning back to her, shifting his head to the side and sucking air through his teeth a moment before saying, "Ouch. Still don't get it do you?"

He turned and walked back to his case and pulled out a second rope, doubling it up and walking back to her. He watched and waited for her to try and kick again... only to see nothing. It was a wait of nerves... but a wait he would win. Every time he moved in a little too close, she would kick out at him. Finally, he did catch her ankle, taking away all her foot. It doubled the rope around her ankle and this time pushed her foot to the floor and bound it to the pipe than ran near the edge of the door itself. Her foot was not immediately under her, but off to the side a bit... making it just a bit harder to stand. However, out of kindness, he did slide her heels off.

He looked at her and said, "You realize... it only takes one thing... one thing and I will set you loose of this." He started to turn and head back to the desk when he stopped turned back to her and then said, "You know something else... if I am stuck dealing with a spoilt piece of human flesh like you... let's make it worth my while shall we?"

he ran his hands to her waist, slipping his fingers under her blouse and ran her blouse up her side, revealing her soft skin, her firm stomach, pierced belly button, up along the bottom of her ribcage, up over those magnificant breasts... He tucked the blouse material into her bra straps so she could not shake the blouse loose and kept her bra covered tits exposed.

He stopped at that point, smiling at her reactions to him. It was not entirely unpleasant for her. He could hear her gasps and trembles and fears. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes and the fear of what was to come. He gently put his hand to the side of her face and said, "Listen. I know you are scared. I would be too. But you are going to have to trust me now... not that you have choice. Trust that I know what is best for you right and right now. Trust that you did not understand what the situation was that you were really getting into. You are going to have to trust me. I won't rape you. I won't force my sex on you. You will beg for it. You will tremble in need for it... All you have to do is nod..." He gently slapped her face once... before turning and walking back to his desk, sitting down, pulling out the first term paper and began to review it...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany felt her heel connect with his back but unsure of where and what damage she did until she got her leg back under her. Mr Gant turned to her and she could see the annoyance in his eyes. He went to his briefcase again and pulled out another rope, the same kind he used to bind her leg. He couldn’t expect this ring to hold all of her weight for a long period of time.

It was like a standoff between them. First he would move and she would move to strike. Her arms were getting tired and she wanted to be able to lick over her own lips again. Tiffany struck out again with her foot but this time he caught it. She started to struggle against him, growling in her throat. He wrapped the rope around her ankle and pulled it down but didn’t put it under her. Tiffany was leaning and trying to keep on her foot but she struggled to do that. Trying to see what he was doing and not having much luck she tried to pull her leg up, attempting to knee him while he was bent over. He must have been ready for it cause that is when the rope tightened and he took her heel off.

Tiffany knew what he wanted and she was determined not to give it to him. Mr Gant turned back toward his desk, but didn’t make it far. He turned back to her and her eyes glared at him while he mind wondered what he could possibly do to her, short of raping her. His hands moved over her waist and her back arched, but she tried to make it seem like it was pride and not from his touch. Slowly his fingers slid over her skin, pulling her shirt up slowly. Letting his fingers tease over her skin was pulling gasps along her throat as well as her own body shuttering a moment or two.

Tiffany had to close her eyes for a moment as the ache between her legs burned over her. His hands pushed the shirt past her bra and began to tuck it under her straps. Her eyes opened as she realized what he was doing. Tiffany’s eyes watched him like a hawk, trying to figure out what he was about to do to her. His hand on her face steadied her a bit. His touch was gentle and she felt her body relaxing against his touch. Tiffany fought this response to him, but she was failing and badly.

Mr Gant’s words slithered over her and just the thought of him getting her to the point she was begging him just made the fire raging through her become ramped. Her body began to arch a bit toward him as his hand gently slapped her face before walking away. Her eyes watched him, partly from anger and rage at how she must look, but also curiousity.

Tiffany’s hands moved around the ropes, gaining leverage just a bit and she learned that she could use her left leg to push down on the ropes and it pushed her up enough so she was standing on her toes of her right foot. Once her legs got tired, she let go and she slipped sideways where she held most of her weight on her wrists. She bit down on the knot in her mouth time and again, wishing it wasn’t there. Tiffany knew it would take only a nod from her head and he would release her, but she didn’t want to give him that enjoyment.

Her eyes raked over him, watching him review term papers like she wasn’t even there. That pissed her off. She struggled from time to time as the minutes ticked by. Her extremities were starting to wear out on her. Cramps began to form in her arms and legs, plus her lips were so dry. Tiffany groaned and she watched as Mr Gant’s eyes moved up from the paper he was reviewing. She still fought herself even as her head nodded.

 

[Powerdog16]

Doctor Gant glanced up at her and saw her nod. He looked at the time... not even an hour into it and she was giving in. He finished his work with the term paper and then stood up and walked back over to her. He said, "I can imagine you are hurting pretty good right now." He ran his hand along her face, behind her head, tugging on her hair.

He leaned in and said, "Let me tell you a little something about me before I let you go. You see... There is a whole side of me that very few people get a glimpse at. You are starting to." He leaned in even closer and let his words escape less than an inch from her ear... "I know this is turning you on. me being this close... going places you have never allowed another man to go. It scares the hell out of you because your safeties are gone now and you are completely dependant on what I am going to do to you. If I were to dip my fingers into that pussy... I bet I would find it so wet..."

He smiled and kissed her ear before whispering, "And it pisses you off too... that your body is betraying you. I hear your moans and groans... your gasps... your arches in your back... even the one you have now..." He glanced down and whispered, "Your toes are curled... I see that too..."

Gant looked at her and said, "Now... when I untie you, you will go get your book off the floor... then you will get down on your knees next to me facing me. I will teach you how to kneel when you get there... Do you understand girl?"

He watched her nod and then said, "And remember, you can turn around and leave if you want too... I won't stop you... but by doing so... you have chosen your fate of Big Bertha and her ass hole... At least here, with me... you will learn what you need to learn to become submissive... and you are submissive to the core baby..."

He backed up and went to her legs and started to untie it. He said, "Oh... and if you ever strike me again... you seal your fate too... "

He took his time untying her legs and as he did, he ran his hands up and down them to make sure their circulation returned to them properly... He stood up and unhooked her hands from her wrists, massaged them back to normal... and then waited to see what she would do...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany watched him take a moment longer before moving over toward her. His hand brushed her face before his fingers dove into her hair pulling her head back again. The bun she had her hair in was long gone by now. His words whispered over her and Tiffany fought the reaction her body was having to them.

The moment he mentioned his fingers inside of her, her leg weakened, her arms being the only thing that was holding her up at that moment. Her body arched to his, almost pleading with him to do just that. Tiffany groaned and didn't realize it had actually come out. The more the mental images of him giving her such pleasure was doing so many things to her that she didn't realize part of them, not until he pointed them out to her.

She growled more to herself than to him, but he was also to blame for this reaction in her. If he would have just played along with her then none of this would be happening. A small part of Tiffany was elated that he didn't play along, like the others had. Mr Gant tested her, challenged her and that was something no one had done before. As much as Tiffany hated it, she was starting to respect him as a teacher and a person.

She nodded her understanding of what he wanted her to do. When he untied her legs he began to massage them and that was something Tiffany wasn't expecting. He stood up, her eyes locked with his as he untied her arms and began to massage them. Tiffany could feel the curious look slid over her face.

Mr Gant stepped back from her and she automatically reached for the gag in her mouth. He touched her arm and shook his head. She didn't fight him over it, she was curious exactly what he thinks he could teach her by making her feel like some dog at his feet. Tiffany found herself moving over to the book she dropped, bending at her waist she moved to pick it up. Slowly standing back up straight she turned with a hint of that pride she had and walked over to his desk.

Glancing to him before looking at the floor she took a deep breath in and began to lower herself to her knees, the book pressed to her chest. Part of her screamed inside of her saying she gave in too quickly, she didn't fight the good fight. But Tiffany knew there would be more chances than this one to fight back. She looked down at the book in her hands so Mr Gant wouldn't see the spark in her eyes at that thought.

 

[Powerdog16]

Once she did as she was bid, he walked to his seat behind the desk and sat down, gazing down at her for a bit. He saw her eyes move up to his and then back down. The bit in her mouth and her breasts still partially exposed were amazing to him. Really turned him on in ways that she could not imagine.

He said, "You are almost correct in what is called the slave kneel. It is a traditional Gorean kneel. He leaned down, spreading her knees out shoulder width, straightening her back, shoulders taunt. He said, "When you read, keep your head straight... only move your eyes. Your hands should remain rested on your knees holding the book. You will able to hold this position for hours... There you go... good girl..." He ran his hands along her face a couple of times and said, "Now... start reading pet..."

For the next two hours, he worked on papers as she read... or tried to. He often put his hand on the back of her neck gently, or ran his fingers through her hair, or caressed her cheeks, or rubbed her back. Occassionally when she slouched, he would correct her gently. Paper after paper he worked through, some taking more time than other but he made it a point to ensure that she was checked on regularly, honestly keeping her interests in heart as she did as she was bid of him....

Another hour progressed and he could see she was starting to really hurt from the bit from the position, the dry mouth, etc... He looked at her, stroking through her hair once more and felt her head tilt into his... she was enjoying this... He could see her body betray her eyes though... He said, "Would you like a short break?" Before she could really respond, he slid the gag from her mouth and massaged her jaw... He said, "You may get up, go the bathroom, there is some bottled water in the fridge there too... so take some and drink it... you have 10 minutes before you will return to this position. And... please... ask me anything you want..."

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany did exactly what he wanted, though her mind was racing with thought about what to do to get out of this. His hands touching over her face a few times was killing her concentration on her thoughts. And it annoyed her that his presence did that to her. He was a handsome…older man, but not so old that it made her sick when images of them sweaty and intertwined on a bed somewhere assaulted her mind.

Over the next few hours it was torturous. Her jaw hurt and her lips were so dry, but that wasn’t what tortured her the most, it was when his hand would grip the back of her neck, rub her back softly, caress her cheek like he cared. Worst of all was when he ran his fingers through her hair. She actually had to close her eyes and take a slow breath to calm her belly that flipped and her heart that fluttered.

Even when he corrected her posture a couple of times he was gentle about it and that made her even more curious about him. He was showing a softer side to himself, but she could still feel the tiger lurking under the surface. She was going to have to find some way to get past this; she couldn’t give in to him.

More time past and her attentions had finally waned to the book in her hands. She was hurting, but she was actually finding interest in the information in the book. His hand stroked through her hair and she automatically reacted to it, tilting her head into his touch. Tiffany realized what she was doing and tried to straighten up. A break sounded nice and before she could even nod he had removed the gag from her and actually massaged out the kinks in her jaw. He was being awfully nice to her and she wondered why.

Tiffany laid the book on the floor, stood up and walked to the fridge and got some water. The coolness of the water was so refreshing; it helped with her parched throat, mouth and lips. Her mind spun with all the questions she could ask but she refused to give him the satisfaction. She quickly went to the bathroom and returned to the spot she was kneeling in. Again she got into position and a flash of anger coursed through her. Her eyes flicked up to him before she looked back to the book as she picked it up from the floor, not saying a word to him.

 

[Powerdog16]

Professor Gant watched her with careful eye as she did what she was bade to do. He smiled as she returned to him and knelt down. He knew she was a massive tangle of emotions and it was something that was he had to admit he enjoyed seeing. She was not entirely angry... more confused and curious as to what was going to happen next.

As she prepared for the rest of the shift, Gant said, "We will eat lunch in an hour. Until then, I want you to wear something else." He reached to his desk and picked up a red ball gag. He showed it to her and said, "Open your mouth... now."

Eventaully he watched her mouth open... though it was under protest clearly... He said, "Good girl. Now... let me give you a piece of advice here..." He slid it into her mouth, then strapped it around her head and locked it in place. He turned her to face him and said, "Do not bite down on it. Do not clench on it. All you will do is make your jaw even more sore. Trust me..." He let his hand run through her hair and smiled when her eyes closed a moment.

He said, "I know this is confusing for you. Just relax, take it in stride and you will see where this is going to go." He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently.

Finally he turned and went back to working on the papers as she read her chapters...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany listened to him but didn't want to raise her eyes because she knew the anger was quite evident in them. When he said he had something for her to wear, that is when she raised her eyes to meet his. Glancing over the red ball gag, her eyes flicked to him. Demanding she open her mouth again, her eyes held a challenge as she didn't want to do that again.

The look in his eyes was enough that she gave in and opened her mouth. She felt him slipping into her mouth and again she had to get used to this thing in her mouth. Tiffany tried to take his advice about the ball gag, but it was hard as her jaw would hurt regardless of whether she bit down on it or not.

Mr Gant's fingers slid through her hair and she couldn't help her eyes closing and her body taking in the sensation while it sent chills over her body. If she could she would be nibbling her bottom lip by now. His words brought her out of her enjoyment of his touch.

Tiffany was slightly confused but more so about herself. She was giving in to him and that was pissing her off. She was better than this, stronger than this and here she was doing what he wanted her to do. Patience she said to herself, just patience. His lips on her forehead again was her undoing. She could imagine the feel of those lips running over her skin. Groaning inside she started reading again in hopes of it taking her mind from everything.

She didn't move except to turn the pages of the book and eventually is became almost normal for her to be there beside him. Tiffany listened to him shuffle through papers and her eyes would flick up to him from time to time. Tiffany found she was curious about him, pissed at him, desired him and yet wanted to see him pay dearly for this. So many conflicting emotions raced through her, she didn't know if she was coming or going right now.

 

[Powerdog16]

The first indicator to Doctor Gant that he was ready for lunch was the rolling of his stomach. He blushed lightly and then said, "well... I guess it is time to eat..." He got up and said, "I hope you enjoy spaghetti. I brought enough for both of us. I ordered it at Little Italy's."

He walked to the microwave and heated it up till it was nice and warm. He walked to the desk, set it down next to her and then opened his case and pulled out a pair of leather shackles. He walked to her and put the book down and said, "Now... while you are in this office, you will learn to trust me. Put your arms behind you... I won't hurt you... I promise."

As she eventually complied, he clamped them onto her wrists and then walked to his seat and sat down. He leaned down and popped out the gag and said, "I hope you are hungry. This is more than I can eat alone..." He rolled some noodles up in his fork and then offered her the first bite... He said, "Come on... it is time to eat now..."

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany glanced up when Mr Gant moved from his chair. She watched him intently as he moved to put some food into the microwave. She loved Little Italy's, they had the best food! Mr Gant moved over to his desk and pulled out some shackles from his case before moving around Tiffany, taking the book from her.

Tiffany hesitated with his demand that she put her hands behind her back. Did she really want to put herself in this kind of situation where she loses the loss of her hands?

After a minute more she finally decided to let him shackle her hands behind her back. This was a huge step for Tiffany and she even groaned inside when she felt the shackles close on her wrists. Her eyes watched him as he moved back around her and got the food from the microwave.

The smell of it made her realize how hungry she was. Her eyes moved over the food as he took a seat. Tiffany glanced to him while he bent over and removed the gag from her mouth. She moved her jaw around trying to get the kinks out of it.

Tiffany missed him putting food on the fork until the smell of it woke her from her thoughts. He brought it to her lips and said it was time to eat. Slowly opening her mouth, her tongue wrapped around the noodles and pulled them into her mouth. Her lips making sure to clean the fork of any sauce on it.

Slowly savoring the taste of the spaghetti as she chewed slowly on it and finally swallowing it. Tiffany's eyes moved to Mr Gant, seeing a side of him she hadn't seen before..a very tender side. It confused Tiffany a great deal and yet she was enjoying it.

 

[Powerdog16]

Doctor Gant smiled as she accepted the meal he gave her and said, "I hope you are beginning to see what i offer you, Tiffany." I twirled noodles around his fork and took a bite himself, before preparing another bite for her.

"On one hand, it scares you that I take away your freedom to speak or to use your hands. It scares you out of your mind to think that I could pretty much do anything that I want to your body and there would be little you could do about it." He slid the bite into her lips and let her take it.

He said, "And yet, in your mind, I am sure you envision whips, beatings, tortures, and pain. In the back of your head, you think that is what is going to happen. So... when you find yourself being made to read a book... or to be handfed a meal, it confuses you. Have you ever been handfed a meal before? Where are the crops and whips? Everyone believes that bondages is all about beating a slave down and forcing your will on theirs."

He took another bite and then prepared one for her. He then said, "I admit, there are times when playing around with crops is fun and I have been known to use them. However, I prefer other tools of bondage to pain. The first being absolute trust." He smiled as she willingly accepted the spaghetti now where she had been hesitant before. He said, "Such as this. You now eagerly accept the meal I give you, rather than with hesitation. You trust I am going to take care of your needs."

He paused took more to his lips and fed her even more. There was plenty for both of them to enjoy. He said, "I trust you too. As we sit here, I trust you are going to do the right thing for you. You have ways to really mess this up for us if you wanted to... but deep down in your heart, you are conflicted. You know that you should do something to interfere with this and yet, what I am doing to you is more than you could have imagined."

He shifted his head slightly, taking a slight glance down her body and he noted something that he had not earlier. A small grey wire which was poking out just slight from under her bra. He instantly knew she was wearing some kind of recording device. He smiled and realized it was perfect. He looked into her eyes and he could see that she knew that he knew too.

But he did not go for it. He leaned in and said, "I trust you to do the right thing and I truly believe you will." He ran his fingers through her hair, gently letting the strands fall down to her shoulders as they slipped through his fingers. He went to gently kiss her forehead, when he felt her head shift up. He smiled as he knew what she really wanted.

He said, "If I do what I am about to do, it will change things even more." She was silent and only stared into his eyes.

He leaned down and let his lips press down onto her, feeling her mouth open with his and their kiss grow from hesitance to profound power...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany listened intently to him while accepting every bite he offered her. Each bite tingled along her tongue and sent her body into heaven just from the taste alone. She shook her head, letting him know that no one had ever done this before to her. Her mind considering his words and yet she wasn’t so much thinking of beatings and whips, but humiliation, yes.

Mr Gant brought it to her attention that she was willingly accepting each bite he offered her. That bothered her a bit that she was giving in to his demands so easily now. He was right on so many levels and yet even hearing the truth made her want to fight against it.

His eyes moved down her body, to her chest that was still exposed to his eyes. He paused and a hint of curiosity slid over his eyes. Her eyes flicked down and she realized what he had seen, the wire she placed on herself before coming to his room this morning. Tiffany’s eyes moved back up to meet his, seeing the look in them that he knew, but it was up to her. Even his words confirmed what she thought she saw. He was leaving it up to her on what she was going to do.

The moment his fingers began to move through her hair, she tried to shut her eyes and keep the feeling out. It was something she loved to have done, something that always made her heart flutter and her body ache; she didn’t know why that was, but it was. Her eyes fluttered back open just as she saw him lean in to kiss her forehead.

Her hear racing she turned her head up toward him. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, could feel the shivers sliding through her creating goose bumps along her flesh. His words were even a warning that if he gave her what she wanted things would change. Tiffany didn’t care at that moment what would happen, she just wanted him, wanted to feel his lips.

Her heart exploded in her chest the moment his lips touched hers. Her mouth immediately opening for him as her body slowly melted for him. His tongue slid along hers and pulled a moan from her. Tiffany wanted a deeper kiss and even moved up a bit more to make it deeper. Her belly was doing flip flops inside of her, her breath even quickened while her eyes closed to savor every tick of the clock. Tiffany didn’t want this to end; she wanted this kiss to last forever.

She heard the voice in her head screaming about fighting this, fighting him, but all she could really think about and feel were his lips, his tongue and what sensations he would pull from her should those lips linger all over her body. She shivered against him and moaned again. He was right, this did change things, it made her want him all the more now.

 

[Powerdog16]

As the good Doctor finished his kiss with her, he pulled back, watching her longingly reach for him. He leaned back upright and gazed down at her, running his hand through her hair. He said, "Told you everything would change..."

A chime on his watch distracted him a moment and as he glanced at it, it said, 1:30PM. He had a class at 2PM... despite whether or not he would have made her stay. He looked down at her and said, "I have a class to teach now." He leaned down, unfastened the cuffs and pulled them from her delicate wrists. He took them, the gag, and a silk sash and stuffed them into her purse as she remained in position.

He picked up the book and helped her to her feet. He offered both the purse and book to her and said, "Take these with you..." He moved his hand to her throat once again and clamped down as she took the items and caused her to pause.

He leaned in and whispered, "Borrowing a quote a from movie. Your feeling a bit like Alice, aren't you... falling down the rabbit hole.... hmmm? Would you like to see how far this rabbit hole goes? There is a slip of paper in your purse with my address on it." He leaned in and whispered, "I will be home precisely at 9PM. If you truly want to see how far the rabbit hole goes... be there before then... there is a key under the mat..."

He leaned back a moment, only to kiss her once more, before turning and picking up the course lesson plan and materials and then made his way out of his old office, leaving her free to look through his own office as she saw fit... another act of trust...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany felt him break from her lips and even followed them before her eyes began to flutter open. The chime on his watch annoyed her and she even glared at it like it was the reason why he broke from her lips. Tiffany leaned into him as he uncuffed her wrists but she stayed right where she was while he pulled back away from her.

He was driving her crazy and it was pissing her off even more. How could she so willingly give him everything he had asked for? His hand in front of her reminded her that he needed to leave, which meant she did too. Accepting his hand and standing Tiffany glanced to him while he offered the book and the purse to her. As she accepted both of them she felt his hand snaking around her neck.

The moment he clamped down on her neck was the moment she became this huge puddle. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, his fingers on her…all of him on her. Tiffany found herself leaning into him again as he whispered to her. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed softly. He had given her his address, a way for her to get into his house, search out his things if she wanted.

Her eyes opened just as he gave her another kiss, turning to grab his things and heading out of his door. Tiffany took a deep and steady breath, trying to get herself under control and remember the reason she is doing this. He had threatened her and here she was melting at the slightest touch of his fingers or his lips. She groaned before pulling her top down over her chest again and turning to the door. Tiffany didn’t think even once to rummage through his stuff as she left his office.

The rest of the day she spent berating herself for being so damn easy. How could she give up on her mission to bury him just because he made her just slightly horny? Tiffany knew better than that, she has to actually change her clothes when she got back to her room, her panties were soaked. She had never been that turned on before and all he did was kiss her.

Tiffany stood and began pacing the floor back and forth. Her eyes flicked to the clock and she seen where she should be leaving soon or she would not make it there on time. She growled at herself again before her mind took her back to those moments in his office. How desperate she was to feel his lips. How quickly she gave in to him and wanting him to take her right there. Tiffany shook herself and again flicked her eyes to the clock.

Crossing her arms over her chest she watched at the clock ticked away. She guessed that it would take her all of 5 minutes to walk to his house. Tiffany’s heart began to race as it drew closer and closer to where if she didn’t leave soon she would be showing up at exactly the same time as Mr Gant said he would be there. She huffed and turned her head to look out the window. She would not go to him, nope, not if she wanted to keep her pride. Her heart skipped at beat before her eyes jerked back to the clock, 8:55pm.

Tiffany growled again and grabbed everything he had given her and she raced out of her door and down the hall. Cursing herself all the way to the destination on the paper. Panting quickly from the run she rounded the corner in time to see Mr Gant getting out of his car. What the hell was she doing? She came to a dead stop only a few feet from the front porch. She shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t be here. He was her enemy, wasn’t he? Her eyes moved slowly over him as he turned and saw her. Her heart felt like it was going to burst through her chest, she gasped for air trying to calm her breathing down and a light sheen dotted across her forehead. She froze like a deer caught in headlights. What was he going to do, she wondered.

 

[Powerdog16]

Then evening trickled by like sand through an hourglass as the Professor stayed late at his office, reviewing a couple more midterms, then heading to the pub on the corner of elm and Cartwright and buying a couple of pints of beer to drink as he watched the rugby game playing on the TV in the corner. He kept his eye on the time and as he felt the alcohol calmly sooth his nerves, he checked his time and it was 8:40. He knew the path home well and knew he it took exactly 20 minutes to get home so he collected his things and headed out the door.

He turned over the engine, backed out of the parking, and headed towards his place. It was a little two bedroom cottage on the west side of town not too far from the campus itself. He loved being so close to the campus and often opted to walk to work, rather than drive, for environmental reasons and simply because it helped his overall mood and he got some additional exercise...

As he pulled into his drive, he spotted someone running near his door. He shot his eyes towards the movement and smiled. He knew who it was. He slid out of his car, locked it and turned and met her eye to eye. He could see her extreme nervousness as he picked up his briefcase then locked his car, turning and walking towards his front door. He paused a moment right next to her, turned his head and examined her closely, not even saying a word one way or the other to her. He then turned his head back to the door, and walked on to the door.

After a moment of fumbling for his keys, he finally put the key in the slot, turned it, opened the door and then slipped into the house. He left his door wide open for her as he walked in and flipped on a few lights, setting his case down and then putting his keys on the shelf near the door. He glanced back towards her a moment, not indicating whether she should come in or leave and simply went on his way to the kitchen, pulling out a pair of prepared steaks and a side dish of peppers and mushrooms and walked to his inside kitchen grill and fired it up, to prepare for an evening meal...

He had told her he would not make her come into his house... and even though she stood there at his door, he would wait till she came in... to take charge of his girl...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany watched as Mr Gant locked his car and moved toward the front door. Her eyes stayed on him as she swiveled where she stood. Her breath caught, expecting the worst when he turned his head and looked at her. Tiffany felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest it was pounding so hard.

Mr Gant turned back to the door and finished walking up to it, unlocking it and moving inside. Tiffany noticed he left the door open. Did he want her to come in, even though she was late? Taking tentative steps she moved up onto the porch, expecting to be yelled at or something. She was starting to feel the disappointment that she caused by not doing what he told her to do.

Tiffany glanced into house and seen Mr Gant moving around. She should turn around and just go home, but then she didn't have anything to help her against him or what he had being held over her head. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. Deep breaths...if she just kept breathing she would be okay.

Tiffany took another step toward the door, her eyes moving over the interior of the house. Slowly and cautiously she took a step into the house. Her heart raced in her chest and she felt the chill slithering over her skin. One minute she was hot and the next she was cold. He was making her crazy. She was more than nervous, she was a complete basket case....she had to be to have come here tonight. Did she expect him to fall all over her or something?

Tiffany finally moved her last foot into the house and gripped the door, slowly shutting it behind her. She leaned on the door knob as Mr Gant was seen briefly moving around in the kitchen at the end of the hall. Again she stayed completely still hoping the predator hasn't spotted her yet.

 

[Powerdog16]

The steaks were part way to being cooked before he finally heard the door close. The door had a familiar squeak to it when it was closed. He tossed pepper and salt on the vegetables and before glancing up and saying, "You may lock the door now, please."

There was the sound of a mechanical lock clicking in and then he said, "That is a good girl. Are you hungry? I have dinner I am making for us. I hope you like steak? Come in here... now Tiffany..." He worked his magic on the meal as it was sizzling to perfection.

Slowly he kept his eye on her as she eased into the room with her purse and book. He said, "Funny you should bring the book with you. You can put it down on the table. Did you bring the items I gave you?"

He watched her do as she was bid and it was obvious she was terrified to an extent... but even more excited and curious than anything. It was a good thing. When she nodded, he said, "Good. The gag, put it around your neck, you don't have to wear it yet. The cuffs, put them on your wrists behind your back. You won't need your hands for the rest of the night..."

He could see her sudden hesitation and he slid the steaks on to the plate and then walked around the counter to her. He ran his hand along her hair and down her cheek and said, "Let me make two things clear here. First and foremost... you are safe with me. Completely safe with me. If you ever feel unsafe... say the word Red. That is your safeword and I will stop and we can talk this over..."

He then said, "And second, Coming here... you are surrendering to me. Giving into my whims. In this house... I am your Master... In this house... my word is law. If you don't want this... the door is right there and I won't hold it against you if you go."

Calmly, he turned and walked to the plates poured the peppers, mushrooms and onions and took them to the table. He pulled out a 1991 red wine and two wine glasses down... pouring them up. He turned to her when he was finished preparing the table and waited on her decision...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany leaned against the door until his voice made her jump just slightly. Her fingers fumbled for a moment but eventually locked the door. She slowly took steps into the house, afraid to look away from Mr Gant as he was preparing dinner so Tiffany didn't get to see any other part of his house.

She made her way into the kitchen, her eyes completely locked with his. She heard his instructions and moved without even thinking over to the table to set the book down. Nodding her head to him she listened to his instructions. Tiffany must have hesitated longer than she thought because she was watching him walk toward her.

Her heart raced in her chest, feeling like it was going to burst from it. She caught the sigh in her throat as his hand brushed through her hair and down the side of her face. It was difficult to keep her attention on his words when all she wanted to do was roll in that sensation that he was giving her. Tiffany took a slow deep breath trying to calm herself, but it wasn't helping with him so close to her.

Then his words finally sunk into her. Would she willingly give him everything, all control over her? Tiffany's mind was beginning to battle with the rest of her. Her body was more than willing to take the chance, being rather obvious with the heat that pooled between her legs with the simple thought of him.

Her mind, on the other hand, was screaming at her to turn and walk from the house. She was stronger than this...she didn't need some man telling her what to do. Why would she willing give to him what she wouldn't give to anyone else? Tiffany's eyes watched him as he moved around the kitchen. The food smelt delicious and she felt her body craving just a taste, but again her mind reprimanded her.

Tiffany took a deep breath and let it out slowly, setting the purse down with the items inside of it still trying to make up her mind if she was going to stay and accept his terms or if she was going to go and possibly piss him off. Her mind ran with thoughts, her body clenched every time he looked in her directions.

Finally she cracked, turning her eyes away from him, even lowering her head a bit she whispered to him, "Sorry....I just can't." Tiffany turned and headed toward the door. At first her pace was quick but then it started to slow, until she was at a stop halfway to the door. Her determination to prove everyone wrong about her kicked in. She was strong, she worked hard when she wanted to...she just chose to use what God had graced her with to help herself along.

She was questioning herself, questioning everything she had done to this point. Maybe Mr Gant is right in that she needed to learn something new, a new way of life. Slowly turning she glanced back down the hallway toward the kitchen. She began to fist her hands at her sides and before she even could blink she was walking back toward the kitchen with a renewed confidence.

Stepping over toward Mr Gant and the purse, her eyes never touched his face as she made the final step. Bending down she gripped the items from the purse, placing the gag around her neck and moving the cuffs around her back. It took her a moment but she finally got them closed. Her back arched and she looked straight ahead, willing to take his lessons with pride.

 

[Powerdog16]

MR Gant watched her with a rather scientific and socialistic curiosity more than anything else. He could see how she mentally and emotionally struggled with whether or not she would fall back to her old ways which had crumbled for her in recent days or face the challenge of what he would put her through. He shifted his head to the side but did not try to stop the young woman as she muttered how she could not do it and turned to walk away...

He permitted himself a mild smile on his face when she stopped halfway to the door, stopped and turned around with a sudden sense of confidence about it. She had convinced herself to trust him and to go through what what he would put her through. He watched her walk past him... to the purse, pulling out the gag and the cuffs and following through with his commands.

Professor Gant smiled, paused a moment, then walked towards her and said, "I had my doubts you would stay. It pleases me like you would not believe to see you still here." He ran his hand through her hair, easing his fingers through those delicate strands, then caressed her chin, along her neck so softly. His fingers ran along her sides, caressing the outer edges of her breasts so slightly, down to small of her waist, down the round of her hips, settling on her ass cheeks. He gently pulled her to him and kissed her lips so softly.

He could feel her lean into him and he slid his hand up between her lips and his and said, "Stop. From this point on tonite, you do only what you are asked to do... no more... no less. I will kiss you, you do not kiss me unless you are told. Is that clear?"

She muttered yes in a hesitant manner and he whispered, "In this house, you will always refer to me as sir... or Master Gant. Do you understand?" He let his hands move back up her body, finding her hair once more and gave it a nice firm tug...

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany felt the jolts that sparked through her body at the feel of his fingers brushing through her hair. His fingers moved down her chin to her neck and she couldn’t stop herself from raising that head up just a bit. She shivered inside as his fingers brushed down the side of her. She almost sighed in relief as he pulled her into him and began to kiss her. Tiffany found herself leaning into him; wanting more….but then he stopped her.

Mr Gant’s words radiated through her and she mumbled a yes. She understood though she didn’t like it one bit. His next demand of her was met by her silence. She was holding off, she felt it on the tip of her tongue, but she knew the satisfaction it would give him to hear it. His fingers moving through her hair made her eyes begin to close just as the strands were yanked on. Her eyes widened looking at his and seeing he was waiting on her to actually say it. Her voice was slightly low, but nowhere near a whisper, “Yes Sir, I understand.”

She watched as a smile curved Mr. Gant’s face….Richard’s face. She really did like his name and knew how intelligent he was, maybe that was why Tiffany looked at him as a challenge she wanted to overcome. But now she stood in his house saying Yes Sir to him and willingly put these cuffs on her wrists to let him do whatever he wished of her. How could she betray herself like that? His touch was nice, even ‘close your eyes and sigh’ nice, but that didn’t mean she had to give in to him.

Tiffany watched him for a moment, letting her mind wrap around how it came to be that she was giving in to Richard when it was him that should have been giving her what she wanted.

 

[Powerdog16]

The professor led her to the dinner table where he had placed the steaks... and turned to her and said, "There is something else that you are going to wear for me tonite... something to get familiar with. Get on your knees here and wait..."

As she did as she was bid, he turned and walked over to a black velvet box the size of a cereal box, and opened the top of it. He reached inside and pulled out a cobolt blue patent leather collar. It was only about three-quarters an inch wide and had two features to it. The first was a chrome plated ring attached to the middle of it. The other was a chrome plated clasp with a lock hanging loose on it. Gant pulled the lock off and opened the collar and said, "While you are in this house, you will wear this."

He turned and gently ease it around her delicate neck, locking it in place with the clasp and then securing it with the small pad lock. He glanced down at her to gauge her reactions and she did not seem to hate the idea... though beyond that was out of his scope...

He sat down at the table and picked up a steak knife and fork. Glancing down at her, he moved the knife down to the first button of her blouse and with one flick of it, the button popped off hte blouse, opening her shirt up exposing her breasts a bit more... He moved the knife up to hte steak, cut up a couple of pieces and then took one with the fork and said, "Eat. I hope you like it about medium. I never asked you this morning what you preferred."

He slid the steak into her lips and let her eat. He took a bite of his own. For the next 20 minutes, few words were spoken. He was not in a rush and she had to fully adjust mentall and emotionally to what was happening to her. Feeding her was in part a good way to settle her nerves. The thing about the meal as well as every few minutes, he could move that knife down to the next button, popping the button off the shirt and opening her blouse up even more.

When the steak and wine was finished, he glanced down and noted her shirt was completely open, her breasts barely contained by her bra, her nipples hard enough to pierce through the fabric. He shift his seat to face her, glancing down at her and saying, "Part of being a slave... as you are for me tonite is about being taken care of as much as taking care of your Master. Trust is something I hope to eventually have earned with you. For without trust in me, this would truly be a terrifying experience, versus pleasurable as it is not for you..."

He took a cloth napkin and dried off a spot of steak juice on her lip and then leaned in to her and kissed her once more. As he did, his hand slid under the remnants of the blouse, touching her ribs, down to her back. He hooked the blouse and slid it down her shoulder and arms... till it hung off her cuffs...

He gazed down her body and said, "Would you like me to continue to show you how far down the rabbit hole I am going to take you ... Alice?"

 

[Wolf Vixen]

Tiffany hesitantly slipped to her knees before watching Richard walked over to a box. Curiosity was getting the better of Tiffany, but she was trying to school her face for when he turned around. Her eyes danced over the collar in his hands. It was blue in color and had a ring on the front, like you would see any dog collar, but the back…the back had a lock on it.

Richard stepped to her and explained how she was to wear this while in the house. She felt it slip around her neck and she almost sighed against the cold leather. Tiffany felt her nipples harden as a shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes met Richard’s again as he took a seat at the table. He gripped the fork and knife as if he was ready to begin dinner. Tiffany didn’t realize how hungry she was until her eyes moved to the steak.

She gasped feeling the button being cut off of her shirt. Her eyes moved back to Richard while he was acting like nothing was happening. It was like this was everyday for him and maybe it was, but to Tiffany this was something new, new and exciting. She accepted the steak he offered and she moaned with delight as her taste buds wet wild. She was so centered on the taste of dinner that Tiffany didn’t realize he was steadily cutting the buttons from her shirt.

By the time dinner was done Richard turned to her…a slave….a slave…was that what she was to him. Her ears picked up the rest and that began to relax her. In her mind ‘slave’ meant, well like in colonial times. Her mind completely switching gears the moment his lips touched hers. She sighed softly against his mouth as she felt the heat automatically pool between her legs. Her body wanted him, she wanted him, but this slow torture of lips and hands was just as amazing.

Tiffany’s nipples hardened even more as she felt her blouse being slipped from her shoulders. The air of the room tickling and teasing along her flesh, raising goose bumps all over her body. Her eyes softly closed, savoring every second of this moment. Tiffany didn’t open her eyes as he pulled away; not until his question sunk into her mind. Her eyes fluttered open and she whispered to him in a husky tone, “Yes Sir.”

 

[Powerdog16]

Doctor Gant smiled and leaned in, knife in hand and gently moved it down her body saying, "You have taken quite a risk with me pet... I could do anything to you right now and there is little you could do to get away from it. Do you fully realize what kind of trust you have put into this otherwise perfect stranger?" He let the knife gently graze across her neck and smiled when she lifted her head for him, exposing her neck even more. It was a move he had not expected but one that told him massive amounts about her.

He grinned and said, "My my... you are ready to learn. You do trust... that pleases me..." He moved the knife from her neck to the right strap of her bra... and cut right through it... followed by the left strap. He bit onto the blade of the knife to free his hands a moment and then pushed the bra down from her breasts, letting it fall loose at her waist. He got his first gaze at those beautiful young perky breasts. Her nipples looked hard enough to cut diamonds with.

He took the knife once again and gently scrapped each nipple softly, moving in slow circles around each aerola, each mound. He rolled and teased each one for an inexomanite amount of time. The professor was in no hurry and she knew it. Besides, he thoroughly believed that there were times and places to just jump in and take what he wanted and this particular moment was not one of them. He would take his time, start learning her body. It would be much better for her to long for the next touch... than dread it.

He leaned in, letting his cold wet lips grace each nipple with a kiss, followed by soft slow steady lick around each aerola so softly. He moaned as her chest heaved towards him practically begging for more. A small smile pursed his lips as he only gave her what she needed at that moment and not a bit more. The longing and the need would be fulfilled, but not for a while. He would amplify that need to a point in which she would be barely coherant... and then he would blast her with round after round of mind blowing orgasm, paying her in kind for her longing and need...

He let her linger waiting for the next thing and he let it happen... a nip. He sucked the entire left aerola into his mouth before pull back slowly, leaving only the nipple between he teeth, nipping it firmly, rolling it gently in his teeth. While his worked the left nipple with his teeth, he played with the right one in his hand... She was his plaything and she was going to savor every second of it... wandering how she ever lived without it before...