As soon as I stepped into Professor Greyson’s office, I knew what was gonna happen.
He greeted me with a stern nod and motioned for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk, where he all the time sat in his high-backed leather chair.
I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on me as I sat down, his gaze almost predatory in nature. I tried to keep my composure, but I was starting to feel a little uneasy.
“Tell me, Miss Anderson,” he began, his voice low and seductive. “How have you been since we last spoke?”
I swallowed hard, trying to discover the right words to say. “I’ve been doing well, thank you for asking,” I managed to say.
“That’s good,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You know, Miss Anderson, I’ve been noticing the way you look at me in class.”
I blushed, feeling embarrassed that he had picked up on my feelings towards him.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked, his eyes piercing into mine.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling nervous about what he might say or do. “I…I just…I’m attracted to you,” I finally confessed.
He smiled slyly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “I thought as much,” he said, standing up from his chair and walking around to the front of his desk. “In fact, I’ve known for quite some time.”
I stared up at him, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean, Miss Anderson, that I am a dominant,” he said, taking a step closer to me. “And I think you have the potential to be my submissive.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was something out of my wildest fantasies. I had all the time been drawn to BDSM, but I had never had the courage to pursue it.
“If you’re interested, we can explore this dynamic together,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But you have to be willing to trust me completely.”
Without hesitating, I nodded my agreement. I knew this was what I wanted, what I had all the time wanted, but had never been brave enough to pursue.
He led me to a small room off his office, where he had set up a play space with all the necessary tools and equipment. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of the leather and metal implements, the chains and ropes and cuffs.
He sensed my apprehension and moved closer to me, his hand gently brushing my cheek. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “I will take care of you.”
And with that, he began to slowly undress me, his fingers trailing over my skin. His touch was both gentle and firm, sending shivers through my body.
He instructed me to stand naked before him, my arms held tightly behind my back. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but also exhilarated by the power he held over me.
He began to explore my body, using his hands and his mouth to tease and pleasure me. I moaned and gasped, feeling sensations I had never experienced before.
Then he brought out the restraints, binding me to the wall and exploring my body with a variety of implements. The pain was intense at times, but the pleasure it brought was even more so.
He pushed me to the brink, then pulled me back at just the right moment, his mastery over my body absolute.
When it was all over, I felt sated and blissful, more alive than I had ever felt before. And as he returned me to my clothes and sent me on my way, I knew that I had found something truly special with my dominant professor.
