(Continued from Part One. I suggest reading it first which might assist with enjoying this portion of the story.)

Stanley James is mortified at his distressing behavior. In less than ten minutes in MZ. RYDER’s personal presence he has humiliated himself and soiled a public facility of his college. How could he have possibly done this and how could SHE have so easily made him do it?

Confused he put his trousers back together and rushes back into the classroom. Gathering his books he glances up to the seat in which SHE sat for nearly an hour. Closing his eyes he sees HER glorious beauty and against all odds begins to engorge again.

Stunned he trudges out of the building, only giving acquaintances a brief, but hopefully friendly nod. He climbs into the safe confines of his car shaking like a leaf. Touching himself

tentatively, Stanley realizes the desire for stimulation is again compelling.

His cell suddenly chimes, startling him. Looking at the phone he sees a text from an unknown number. He freezes. Is it HER? Seconds pass in his indecision until another text pops up. He can not withstand. Opening up the message he first sees a pic of HER spectacular leather-clad Ass and the words, ‘KISS ME, BABE.’

Stanley is quivering as the next message reads, ‘LOOK TO YOUR LEFT.’ He swallows and does. There he beholds a glistening gold convertible sports car in the drive lane next to his parking spot. The top is down on the sleek exotic machine and KIKI is at the wheel. SHE is wearing designer shades and giving him a sizzling sexy smile. The vehicle is barely moving as SHE blows him a kiss then squeals away in a cloud of burning rubber. Heart pounding he watches HER glide around the lot and exit into traffic.

As SHE disappears he finds himself just clawing at his zipper, freeing his meat and stroking wildly. Seconds pass as he glances around nervously his balls tingling, his prick pulsing at the very brink. The sound of his phone can not stop him, but as he looks at it he reads the text, ‘YOU MAY CUM NOW’ and he does…

———-

…Tuesday is his lesson-planning day. That’s a good thing because he is exhausted. Unlike ever before he simply ravaged his shocked little Wife last night. He was bewildered himself because all he could do is fantasize about KIKI as he pounded his sobbing spouse. He left her confused and upset this morning. He said he was so sorry and had no idea what possessed him, yet of course he surely did.

Now, upon approaching his tiny office, he sees the door ajar. His pulse quickens and suddenly craves HER once more. Could it be HER? Pushing into the cluttered space he finds no one, which crushes his hopes. He wants HER so much, but he fears HER equally.

SHE is dangerous beyond measure, yet — on his chair is a package. Its wrapped in gold. Slamming his door shut and locking it, Stanley rushes over and frantically fumbles opening the enticing gift. Lifting the box lid, he gasps. Inside, surrounded by sparkling tissue paper is a metal object.

Professor James is not a totally innocent guy. He’s dated some before marriage, and even, of late, has occasionally delved into Porn. But never has he held a chastity cage as he currently does. In the box is also a set of instructions and, well, orders from his, well, new owner.

He has tried not to confess to himself just how much KIKI does control his every wondered now.

SHE has become his obsession overnight, painful as that is to admit. Being a student’s pet is actually never crossed his mind. Quite the contrary he’s at all times wondered. But MZ. RYDER has so enchanted, so overwhelmed him that Stanley is indeed HER toy with which to play.

HER enclosed orders are simple, ‘PUT IT ON, SEND ME A PIC.’

His mind races. How far will he go for HER? How much humiliation can he take? He fingers the jeweled stainless steel contraption, pondering. His feeble resistance is waning. His pants slide down, followed by his boxers. Glancing at the instructions he snaps the cage on, hearing a loud click. Only then does he panic. He tugs and twists but very soon realizes that its locked on tight. Flopping into his office chair Stanley can not believe he’s done this, and for HER, the bewitching MZ. RYDER. He breaks down, feeling his tormented member painfully engorging, and softly cries.

After sometime cursing his foolishness, he finally composes himself. Realizing he must obey this devious vixen no matter how reckless it is, he takes a pic and sends it. He checks the time and quickly pulls up his pants. Class in five minutes. ‘What am I gonna do,’ his brain screams…

——-

…less than a minute into his lecture one of his students sneaks in, apologizing for being tardy in a low voice and shuffles over to take a seat in the far end of the first row. Professor James recognizes the kid, hell, everybody does. Brian is a star football player for the college and a BMOC. Stanley clears his throat and begins again. But just a few words in, another figure strides in. The resounding click-clack of HER heels announces KIKI RYDER’s entrance.

SHE is encased in a flowing gold cape; HER lustrous blonde tresses are gathered at the crown of HER head and the resulting ponytail cascade downward like a shimmering waterfall. HER gait is slow, swaying and sinfully alluring. Moving by his podium SHE quietly purrs, “HELL-OOH, BABE.”

The enthralled professor and most of his class watch HER sashay up to Brian, run a hand through his hair and slide into the seat next to him. An eerie silence ensues after this display.

Stanley snaps from his shock and stammers, “Well, ah, meanwhile, I, ah wan, want to talk, ah, about supply and demand.” He fumbles through the basic topic, straining not to glance at HER, but feeling HER piercing stare in his very core.

He directs the class to a page in the text, and takes a peak to the side. At that moment KIKI throws the cape apart to reveal HER incredible long, scintillatingly sculpted legs which are crossed and rise up to the taut hem of a micro mini. The shiny red latex bridges from thigh to thigh and in between is a semi-shaded space. Stanley instantly knows SHE wears no panties.

Faking a cough to cover his moan, he forges onward. He stumbles with his words till he’s certain the concept must not be getting through. Reluctantly he calls for examples. All he sees are blank stares.

“OHHH, PROFESSOR,” he hears. Reluctantly he turns to HER. SHE has a hand on Brian’s groin, and SHE moves it up his bulging slacks. “IF I HAVE A DEMAND OF SOMEONE, SAY A BIG, ATHLETIC JOCK, AND I INCREASE THAT DEMAND…” SHE hesitates, licking a frosted upper lip as HER fingers draw a circle on his slacks at the head of the guy’s surging penis. Then KIKI continues, “I EXPECT HIM TO RESPOND BY INCREASING HIS SUPPLY FOR ME, ISN’T THAT RIGHT?”

Stanley is quivering, speechless, as he sees HER lean over and run the tip of HER tongue around Brian’s earlobe. Jerking around he blurts, “Well, yes. Another example, business example, please.” A few meager answers are offered while seemingly everyone is craning their necks to get a glimpse of MZ. RYDER and HER “big, athletic jock.” The pair are at the end of a row and easily visible only if a person is in the front of the room. Stanley, of course, is that person. He detects a swishing sound and discreetly sneaks another peek that way, finding SHE has covered the guy’s midsection with the cape. Both HER hands are under the glistening gold moving rhythmically.

The class is muttering and the noise level is rising. Stanley realizes he’s out of control and so are the students. “Ah, class, ah I must apologize. I’m simple not teaching you very well today.” He assigns them a reading and promises to make up for his inadequacies on Friday.

“Class dis, dis, dismissed,” he stammers, turning his back to their gaze. His shame is crushing, but his lust is raging. Listening to the crowd descend the steps and leave, Stanley stands motionless till there are no more sounds, no more kids.

However, he senses HER presence and looks over his shoulder. SHE is standing over Brian now. HER head is dipped to the side, engaged in a ferocious kiss. The guy’s body is slid down on the edge of the seat, his back arched, and HER arms are pumping up and down rapidly. Stanley hears the jock’s muffled groaning. Is this really happening?

KIKI suddenly straightens up and Brian whimpers, “Please, pleezz let me cum.” SHE sends the cape into a circular flourish and pivots,

“NO BIG BOY,” the blonde she-devil snarls, “NOT TILL YOU’VE FINISHED POLISHING MY CAR.”

Come-hither eyes on fire captures Stanley’s. SHE moves towards him with an exaggerated, seductive amble, HER gigantic breasts lunging under the liquid metallic surface.

“Pleezz,” the guy pleads from a distance.

“DISMISSED,” SHE hisses at him over HER shoulder before reaching Stanley. Then arriving at his slumping form SHE whispers, “KNEEL.” Without hesitation he does and an ankle boot is presented from beneath the bottom hem of the cape. Stanley immediately caresses the slick red patent leather. Lost in his obsession he bends and kisses the steel toe and runs his tongue over the sharp protruding studs. He has surrendered to HER divine dominance…