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As the Professor’s Pet, I found myself under his complete control. I was his to do with as he pleased, and I craved his dominance. The pleasure was beyond what I had ever experienced before.

The Professor, a tall and imposing man with a stern demeanor, was my master. He had taken me under his wing, showing me the methods of BDSM. And now, I was his perfect pet.

On this particular evening, the Professor invited some of his colleagues over for an intimate dinner party. I was to serve as his devoted servant, catering to the needs of his friends as well. I wore a revealing outfit, a black silk corset and matching thong, with thigh-high stockings that clung tightly to my smooth legs.

As I served the food, I could feel their eyes wandering over my body, feeling their lustful gazes on my skin. It made me feel powerful, for even though I was their servant, I held the power. I could make them crave me, and they would submit to me without a second wondered.

As the night wore on, the Professor dismissed his guests, and I was left with him alone in his private study. His voice was deep and commanding as he ordered me to strip naked and lie down on the leather couch. I obeyed without hesitation.

He circled me like a predator, his eyes roaming over my bare flesh. I was helpless under his gaze, yet I felt my body growing wet with anticipation. The Professor’s touch was all the time electric, and I craved the pleasure that his dominance brought.

The Professor began to tease me, tracing his fingers over my sensitive spots. He knew just how to push me to the edge of pleasure, and he drew it out expertly. My body writhed under his touch as my breathing grew more labored.

Then, without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, but the pleasure was almost unbearable. The Professor’s fingers worked expertly, hitting all the right spots, and I felt my body building towards orgasm.

But just as I was on the brink, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me teetering on the edge. I moaned in frustration, but the Professor just chuckled.

“You’ve been such a good pet, my dear,” he said. “But it’s time to teach you a lesson.”

With those words, he stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. I knew what was coming next, and I braced myself for the delicious pain that his whip would bring.

As the leather thong struck my skin, I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The Professor’s movements were precise, each lash hitting a perfectly calibrated spot, making my body hum with sensation.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, he stopped. His hands were rough on my skin as he turned me over, pinning me down on the couch. With one swift motion, he thrust himself deep inside me, filling me up with his hardness.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts. He pounded into me hard and fast, his breath hot on my skin as he growled out his pleasure. I felt myself building once again towards orgasm, and this time, he let me go over the edge, sending me spiraling into ecstasy.

As I came around, still trembling with pleasure, the Professor withdrew from me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“You’re mine, my dear. And you always will be.”

I smiled, savoring the feeling of his dominance as I basked in the afterglow. Yes, I was the Professor’s pet, and there was no other place I would rather be.
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