A Very Special Student Teacher Relationship By-Zara Thusta I was instructing a class in public speaking sometime ago when I happened to notice a young woman in my class who peaked my attention. A few weeks into the semester, she gave a speech on pornography, and made repeated references to bondage, discipline and domination. Her main point turned out to be that people engaging in consensual relationships who happen to take pictures or make films, should not be considered pornographic, because it is completely voluntary submission, as opposed to other types of pornography which forces women to be subjected to sexual activities against their will. She also added that a significant portion of B&D "porn" depicted men as the ones who were forced to submit to women and that this was something that other pornography did not focus on. I was quite impressed with her speech, and she presented it very well, she had a good command of her topic and spoke very well. That night as I was grading her speech outline, I noticed that she had a large number of sources and citations about pornography included, but none that specifically mentioned anything about B&D or S&M. I was dissappointed that she had failed to include her references, so I graded her down from an A to a B. I also put a note on her outline telling her that she should come to my office, so I could explain to her why she had been marked down, and show her the proper way to cite her sources. Wednesday rolled around and I noticed her sitting in the front of the room. She usually sat near the back, so it was quite unusual to see her right there in front. She was about medium height, I would guess 5'5" or so and nicely built. Long legs, which I got to see often as she wore miniskirts almost everyday. A nice figure and a very pretty face, framed by short blond hair parted on the side. Her name was Maria, and she was always very active in all the class discussions and always very assertive about whatever she felt on any given topic. I could see that she was wearing a pair of knee high black leather boots today. Boots are very common up here, as there is always snow on the ground and it is usually quite cold. These boots were different, however, they had what looked like high stiletto heels, which came down to a very thin point at the tip. I noticed how gracefully she was able to walk in them, and how they made her ass cheeks tighten as she took each step. She wore a very short denim miniskirt, and a pair of black seemed stocking that disappeared about knee high into her boots. She also wore a loose fitting black blouse, which made her look really sexy. This woman looked so mature, it was ahrd to believe she was an 18 year old freshman in college. As I lecture, I kept looking around the room, trying to keep my eyes off of her. I succeeded for the most part, except once or twice, when I noticed she was sitting with her legs slightly spread, revealing that she was wearing a pair of shiny black leather panties. I had to step behind the podium to hide my growing erection from the class. As I did, a smile came over her face and she crossed her legs, concealing her pantied crotch from my view again. With about 15 minutes left in the class, I handed back my comments on their speeches and their outlines and dismissed them. She read both sheets very careful and kept shaking her head as she read. After everyone had left she was still sitting at her desk reading. I stepped towards the door and she looked up at me and told me she would see me at three, when my office hours started. I went back to my office and sat down at my desk, leaving the door open. A few minutes later, there was a wrap on the door, and I looked up and saw Maria standing in the doorway. I asked if she needed something. She expalined that she wanted to talk about her grade, and she was very upset about it and didn't feel like waiting around until 3:00 to discuss it. I put the bok I was reading away and told her to come in and have a seat. She stepped inside, pulled the door shut and turned the lock. She came over in front of my desk and sat down. She looked me staright in the eye and told me to explain why she got a B on the speech when it was clearly A work. I took the papers from her and pointed out her section where she cited her sources, and told her that most of what she said in the speech had no documentation. I told her it was sloppy work to forget to cite such a major part of her research and told her that it was unacceptable. She took the paper back and expalined that she had cited everything she had used and that everything else she already knew. I asked how she knew so much about D&s relationships, and she smiled at me. She asked why I called it D&s, and that that wasn't a term she ever used in her speech, she asked how I knew what that was. I fumbled with my words a little and told her I just knew. She snapped back at me and expalined that it was the same thing with her, she just knew. She also said that if I wasn't willing to tell her how I knew, why did she have to cite something in a paper that she already knew. I didn't have an answer to that one, either I had to admit that I was into D&s, or give her the grade that she wanted. I took out my red pen and scratched out the B and wrote in an A, I did the same in my grade book. I asked her if she was satisfied. She said no. She told me that it was really irresponsible of me to grade her down for no reason and that she was really upset for a while before she came to see me. She also told me that she had worked very hard on her speech and that I didn't have an appreciation for how much work she had done. I told her I was sorry. She muttered under her breath that I would be. I asked her if there was anything else and if not she could go about her business. She told me she wanted to discuss her speech further, and get some honest feedback from me, since I had not been honest about it before. I agreed. She sat back and spread her legs again, but I couldn't see anything under my desk. I sat up in my chair and tried to get a peak. She looked at me and shook her head, telling me she knew I was interested. I denied it at first, but she just gave me a look, and I knew she didn't believe me. She told me she noticed me looking at her boots and her crotch all class long. She also told me that she noticed me stop writing and look up for a long period of time when she was discussing B&D in her speech, especially the parts about women and men. I explained to her that I knew a little bit about Mistresses and female domination. She looked at me and smiled softly, looking very innocent. She said she wasn't familiar with the terms and that she wanted me to tell her more. She told me that she had been to the library and had never been able to find any books or articles on the subject and asked me how I knew so much. I told her I had some friends who were interested and I talked to them sometimes. She looked down and said "Oh, so you have never done it yourself, huh?" I wasn't sure what to say, I opened my mouth and I just said "well . . ." and let it fall off. She looked up with a sparkle in her eyes and asked to hear more, telling me she was really very interested and didn't know too much about it. She asked me if I had ever been a slave to a woman before. I nodded. She told me that she couldn't hear me and that I should speak up, I at least owed her than. I responded, telling her I had been a slave to a woman before. She smiled, and asked, "a dirty little slut slave?" I looked down and nodded. She barked, "I can't hear you!" I said "yes." She looked back and me and asked "yes, what?" I could hardly believe I was saying it "Yes, I was a dirty little slut slave, Mistress." She informed that she didn't know what I meant by that and that she didn't know what to say to me. She looked so innocent when I looked back up at her, she was smiling softly and her eyebrows were raised. She looked inquisitive. She asked me if it was true that sometimes women tie men up and if they were spank them. Again I didn't know what to say. I replied, "Well, sometimes, they get tied up and sometimes they get spanked, if they have been bad." She asked if I liked to get tied up and spanked, and I told her that I did. She looked back at me and told me that she didn't want to hear any of this, and that she was disgusted by my behavior and that she was afraid that I would try to rape her. I freaked out, I told her that I wouldn't that I was just answering her questions and that I didn't mean to offend her. She said she was just kidding and got up, walked to the door and opened it. Standing there was another woman. Maria reached inside her blouse and pulled out a small tape recorder and handed it to the other woman, showing it to me first and playing back a small portion where I had told her I was a dirty slut slave. They both laughed, and she shut the door again and sat back down. She told me that her friend was going to edit the tape, and it would make a nice little piece of evidence in a case against me for sexual harassment. I couldn't believe what was happening. Maria opened her bag and pulled out a few feet of rope, and a ping pong paddle, reminding me what I had said earlier, that sometimes men who have been bad get tied up and spanked. I tried everything to get out of it, and finally, I begged her, "Please Maria, please don't do this." She just laughed and told me that she had to, repeating my words, when little slave boys are bad, they get spanked, telling me "you said so yourself." She ordered me to come over to her and take off my pants. I did, and she pulled my boxer shorts down to my ankles. She tied my wrists together behind my back and pulled me down on her lap where she was sitting. She began spanking me slowly with her hand and gradually getting harder and harder. After about 25 swats, she picked up the paddle and spanked my ass, making me repeat, "I am Mistress Maria's dirty slut slave." Each time I said it, she would spank my ass. After about 45 minutes she got up and put a sign on my door, indicating that I would be unavailable for office hours as I was "all tied up." She kept me bound for several hours, spanking me and making me lick her boots and eventually letting me lick her pussy to orgasm. She then removed her miniskirt and boots and put my pants on. She put her boots on as well. She untied my wrists and took my boxers off as well. With that she gather her things and left, leaving me only her miniskirt and my shorts to wear. As she left she cautioned that I should wait until later to leave, she didn't want me to get in trouble. She also handed me a note and then walked out the door, pulling it shut behind her. I pulled on her skirt and it barely covered my crotch and the tops of my thighs. I couldn't close it, so I had to hold it shut with my hand. I opened the note which read: 6/5 I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did, especially since we will be doing it very often. I have been attracted to you since the first day of class. Just as you teach me in class, I will teach you at home. We both have a lot to learn it seems. By the way, your pants fit very nicely and I hope you know they contain your keys and your wallet. If you want them back, stop by my place tonight. If you are good, I may let you have them back. See you soon, Mistress Maria The note was dated 5 days in the future, so if I tried to use it as evidence against her, it would look forged. I knew I had to get my keys and wallet back, and that I would have to find where she lived and go there. I looked in the student directory, and found the address, just a few blocks away. In my shirt and her miniskirt, I left the office, sometime after 10:00 p.m. and made my way to her place. What was waiting there for me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I found her house, and knocked on the door, figuring that she may well be asleep being that it was getting late. However, I could hear from behind the door music playing and the sound of voice. Suddenly it dawned on me. IT WAS PARTY! And I was standing at the door in a miniskirt that barely covered by balls. I paniced briefly, but was somewhat relieved when the door opened. In front of me stood a 6' tall man dressed in a pink teddy, stocking and garter belt. He was wearing wrist cuffs and a collar, and a few feet behind him stood a woman dressed in a tight fiting red dress holding a leash that ran to his collar. She snapped the leash and the man stepped back a few feet and the woamn told me to come in. She shouted into the back corridor, "He's Here, Maria!" She instructed me to sit down on the couch and wait for her. As I made my way over to the couch, I saw 8 or 10 couples, each of which had a dominant and submissive partner. For the most part the women were all dominant, but I did see a few women who had other women as their submissives. The same woman told me to stand and follow her. She led me down the corridor to a door. She opened it and pushed me in. Maria was there, dressed just as she was when she left me. She had a camera in her hand and snapped a picture of me in her skirt and laughed. Then she returned to what she was doing before, snapping pictures of a man on the bed, who was tied tightly to a four post bed, spread eagle. He had a gag in his mouth and written on his chest in bright red lipstick were the words "Kim's Slave." He was struggling quite a bit, and Maria explained that he was not as cooperative as I was, and that they had to take experpts from his lectures to get a tape that would implicate him. He looked up at me and struggled some more, kicking and trying to scream through his gag. Two more women came in and helped turn him over. Once he was securely tied face down they put a wide dildo up his ass and took some more pictures. Fianlly, they let him up, and keeping him bound and gagged, led him out of the room. Maria looked at me, and put her camera down, she motioned toward the bed and explained that I was next. The two women came in and quickly stripped me naked, and Maria held up my keys and wallet for incentive. I hopped into bed almost thankfully and spread my arms and legs so they could be tied. Maria decided that that wasn't good enough for me, she wanted something that she could really enjoy looking at, so they talked about it for a few minutes and decided to hogtie me on the bed, with my feet attached to the back of the ball gag, and my wrists tied to a collar in back of me. Next, they pulled out the lipstick and wrote across my chest "MARIA'S SLAVE" and began photographing me. She expalined that this was an insurance policy that I would continue to obey and service her and her friends as they wished. If I ever decided to leave, these pictures would mysteriously show up in very detrimental places. She tied me spread eagle after that, leaving me gagged, and placing clamps on my nipples, cock and balls, and having people point to the writing on my chest which clearly indicated I belonged to her. After 3 rolls of film and several positions, I was released and told to go into the room next door and kneel and wait for Maria to be done. I did as I was told. I kneeled waiting for Maria, just as she had instructed. After about a half hour of waiting, I began to get a little bit restless and got up to stretch my legs. As I got up, the door opened and Maria walked in. She asked me what exactly it was that I was doing. I tried to explain that I was just stretching and that I had been waiting patiently all along until just that very moment. She just shook her head and pointed to the writing on my chest. She told me that I was not only disobedient, but also a back-talker. She walked over to the closet and opened it. Instead of a closet, I found a small, walk in room with all sorts of cuffs, whips, paddles, gags, blindfolds, and devices which filled the room, except for a small roundish looking table which she seemed to consider as a possible form of punishment for me. I knew better than to open my mouth or say another word. She instructed me to crawl over to her and kneel by her feet in the closet. She reaced up and grabbed a small, wide band of rubber, and told me to close my eyes. I could feel her stretching it over my head and in a few seconds it was pulled tightly over my eyes. It was extremely tight, and made opening my eyes impossible. It hugged my head so tightly, that after just a few minutes in it, my face was starting to sweat underneath it. The next thing she did was order me to pledge to her my service. I told her that I pledged myself to her completely and that I would serve her anyway she saw fit. She told me that was good, and she was pleased, because that was the last thing I would be able to say for a while. I expected to feel the pressure of a ball gag fit into my mouth but to my suprise she told me to stick out my tongue. When I did, I felt her fingers grab it, and I felt it being slid between what felt like two pieces of wood. She pulled my tongue until it was out as far as it would go, and slid something back into my mouth until it hit the sides of my lips, pressing them back. Next, I felt the pressure increase on my tongue as she tightened screw on each end. In just a few seconds, I had a clamp on my tongue that was pulling it out of my mouth and that was wide enough to put pressure on my jaws without it slipping into my mouth. She had clamped my tongue! She was right, about speaking, it was a much more effective gag then even the largest ball gag I had used. And whats more, IT HURT! She told me that my tongue was being punished for my back-talking and that this would be a reminder of why I was to be more submissive when addressing her. The next thing she had me do was stand over the small rounded table, and I could feel her attaching cuffs to both my ankles and knees. The table only went up knee high, but held me very firmly in position. Next my wrists were tied to my knees, so I was completely bound and tied motionless to the small table. The next thing I heard was a small, slow clicking noise, and then a pause. Something being screwed to something else, and then more clicking. Soon, I knew what the noise was, as a small dildo started rubbing against my asshole and I felt a slight tingle against my balls. Slowly with each clicking sound, the dildo moved deeper and deeper into my asshole. At the same time, I could feel a v-shaped edge of hard wood pressing against my cock and balls. At first, it was uncomfortable, and slowly it began crushing my balls and digging into my cock. The pain became more and more intense. Finally the clicking stopped. Maria told me that all I had to do was say nicely that I wanted her to stop. She giggled as I tried to speak with my tongue clamped as it was. She thought the whole thing was funny. After trying several times to tell her to stop, she told me she couldn't understand me. I tried again. This time, finally, she told me she understood. I breathed a sigh of relief, maybe she would let me of this contraption. Much to my surprise, she turned the crank again, shoving the dildo deeper and pressing the bar against my cock and balls, crushing them completely. After cranking the handle, she commented how she was so surprised that I had actually asked for more! And asked if there was anything else she could do for me. I tried to ask her to stop, but again, she told me that she wasn't sure if she should do more or not. I tried to shake my head to say no, and with that she said, that she had never seen a slave respond so negatively to her wanting to stop. She cranked it two more times, and I tried to scream, to no avail. I tried pushing the clamp off my tongue, wriggling free and trying to use my bonds to push me up off the horse, but I got no relief at all. She told me I looked like I was trying to tame a bucking bronco, and called her friends in to watch. In a few moments I heard cheers and laughs for what sounded like a dozen women. Some of them seemed to know who I was, and two were voices I recognized from my class. They cheered "Ride 'em Cowboy" as I bucked trying to get away from this horrible device. After about a half hour or so, the cheering faded, and, exhausted, I was removed from the device. I could feel Maria petting my head and telling me that I was very obedient. She told me I was not to say a word, and then removed the clamp from my tongue. It felt so wonderful just to get my tongue back into my dry mouth. I didn't dare speak, I just sat quietly, blindfolded and waited for her next instruction. Before I knew it she was helping me stand up, and re-cuffing my hands together and attaching them to a hook overhead. I heard a clicking sound again and felt myself being raised slowly to an upright position. I was stretched out so that my feet were flat on the floor, and I was completely secure. She attached a 2 foot spreader bar between my ankles and attached what felt like about twenty pounds of weight to it. She ordered me to stand up on my tip toes, and to hold that position. She informed me that it pleased her. She also told me that if my heels touched the ground, I would be punished. I kept up as long as I could, but eventually, I rested back on my heels. As I fell back, I felt a sharp sting on my ass, and then another and another and several more. I raised back on my toes, and the whipping continued. After about twenty more blows, it stopped. Maria told me that I had displeased her tremendously by failing to obey. The rule was simple: She had to make it less pleasurable for me to rest then to stay up on my toes. In essence, the whip was just helping her teach me to please her. I fell back on my heels several more times, each time receiving a whipping somewhat more severe than the last. Finally, after I held my position for close to an hour, I was released and slumped down on the floor. Now I was told that I had a reward coming and that I should be very proud of my service. My blindfold was lifted up over my eyes and I saw 6 beautiful women, including Maria, standing before me. Each clad in the sexiet lingerie I had ever seen. Maria explained that they were having a lingerie party outside, and that these were some of the models that had come to the show. She also informed me that they each had something special to give me, that I was to take as the highest honor that I deserved. She pulled my rubber blindfold back down, and positioned me so that I was kneeling. Next, I felt a headband being tightened around my head and buckled shut. I fit very tightly. My wrists were clipped to the cuffs on my knees and finally, my ankles were first tied to a small screw-eye in the floor, and then to the back of the band around my head. As a result, my head was tilted back as far as it would go, and my mouth was pulled open from the strain on my neck. Maria told me I had done very well, and now, my job was ready to begin. She leaned down and ran her finger along my lips, very erotically, and told me that she would be very pleased with my service, if I would act as her human toilet until the party was over. She explained that all the women here would use my mouth to pee in any time they had to go. I was to swallow all of it, and if I performed adequately, she would allow me to use the bathroom at the end of the evening. If not, she told me that she had a special gag, that ran a catheter from my cock to a ball gag, which would force me to hold it all night, or swallow my own piss. I twisted to get more comfortable, and told her that I would serve her to the best of my abilities. She seemed pleased. She asked the ladies who had to go, and one woman spoke up. Maria showed her over to me and instructed her how to use her human toilet. She introduced the woman as Beth, and told her to squat down on my face, positioning the top of her pussy over my mouth. Then she instructed her to sit, as on a normal toilet. I was literally holding the full weight of this woman on my face. Next she told her to piss as she normally would. She let her stream loose and I gulped as best I could. Having her pussy right on my face, made me grow hard. Maria quickly put an dend to that by resting the sole of her boot on my hard cock, and slowly putting weight on it, until my erection subsided. When Beth had finished pissing, she asked Maria what to do next. Maria told her to flush my tightly gripping one of my nipples and twisting it. I swallowed hard! Next she asked her for toilet paper. Maria instructed her to stand up, turn around 180 degrees and allow me to lick her clean. She also told Beth that she should grab my nipple again and twist it when she was finished. As Beth squated on my face again, I licked furiously, and I also felt, a light tap on my cock from Maria's boot, as I got hard, again, it turned into a firm squashing action, which returned me to my limp condition. I serviced a steady stream of women, drinking their piss, licking them first to cleanliness, and next to orgasm. In fact, when one of the women complemented Maria on the "greatest toilet in the world," Maria told her that I was doing my job perfectly. My jaws were aching, and my lips and tongue were exhausted, but I kept going until there were no more women to service. My nipples were so sensitive that even a rush of air passing by set them on fire, each twist set them burning like an unquenchable flame. Some of the women were nice, just lightly tapping them when they were done, others derived great pleasure from twisting them viciously. Either way, I was quite happy to be of service. That night, Maria told me that she loved the way I was obedient to her, and as a result, she had gotten me a present. She instructed me to spend the night, and get some rest. She told me tomorrow was a big day, starting at five in the morning. She told me she knew my entire schedule and would make sure I got everything done, but that the morning was hers. I agreed. She asked me how I would like to sleep. I didn't understand the question at first, and then as she removed the cuffs, locks and straps from the closet, it became clear. "Face up, or face down?" I smiled, and told her face up. She smiled and told me she liked that position best as well. She tied me spread eagle to the bed, at the ankles, knees, elbows, and wrists, and attached a collar which was locked to the headboard. She blidfolded me with a beautiful silk scarf, and rubbed lotion on my nipples, cock and balls. She kissed me on the cheek and told me to sleep well. I heard her turn off the light, and the door shut and lock. I fell asleep quickly, dreaming of what tomorrow would hold.