Waiting

“Dr Lee, I think you’re missing the point. We live in some sort of post-dystopian society, not dystopian, where, yes, our needs are met, but the desires themselves are worthless. It isn’t immorality, it’s amorality as a virtue. We abdicate our own sense of right and wrong in order to grasp what we can of what we want. In a sense, we’re the ones making the sacrifice, eschewing conscience for base gratification. What I’m saying is that no one is worth it when shit is on the lineI.”

She was in her fifties and had a way about her that excited me like broken glass flowing through my veins. Painful and frightening, but just too intoxicating to ignore. She was brazenly sexual. It was no more or less a part of her than any other aspect of her, and it seemed to wax with me.

“Michael, are you being insolent or just stupid? Eschew conscience for base gratification?”

“I’m sorry Dr. Lee. I’m afraid I’m so witty that I don’t understand what I’m saying half the time.”

“You have a lot of sex, don’t you?”

A chuckle rose from the class.

“No. Fidelity is . . . wanting to live up to the importance someone has in your mind. We need to believe they are what they are or they become a source of shame.”

“You’re a season of Thirty Something with a chaser of A Clockwork Orange shot into my fucking eyeball. Can you shut up?”

“One last thought, if you’ll allow it. Shame motivates change.”

“After class, Michael. After class.” She seemed angry but I wasn’t sure.

The classroom consisted of large half-hexagon built at higher levels towards the back. I waited in my seat until things thinned out. “Where are you going?”

“My office.” she turned away.

“You don’t know how to want something.”

“Something, yes.” She shook out her hair behind her head.

“Where’s your office.” I leaned forward.

“Third floor. Left out of the elevator. 307, on your left. I don’t want to wait to long.” She eyed me boldly. “You are coming, correct?”

“I’ll walk with you, Dr. Lee. Dr. Lea Lee.” I stood and traipsed down the aisle to the hand not holding her briefcase and raised it so my breath blew over it as I spoke. “I want so much.” I kissed it. She was smiling, broadly. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Lea Lee.”

“You’ll do,” she chirped. Dr Lee tugged me out of the room towards the elevator. Her head rose to meet mine and we kissed during our climb. She placed her hands on my chest but continued kissing when we reached her floor. “Do you mind if I go ahead. There’s something I need to do. Give me half an hour.”

“Dr Lee? Should I get the strap-on out of my car?”

“Yes, Michael. Good thinking. Do you need to buy some gel?”

“No, Mistress.”

A half hour later, I tapped at her office door. “One second,” she cried, and opened it cautiously until she saw me. “Inside.” She turned in. There was a desk with a computer, a desk chair, and a chair for students but not much else. “So, can you tell me why you want me to possess your ass?”

“It’s because you already possess me, Mistress Lea. I need to feel you accept that possession of you and, through your fucking me, what it means to you to possess me. I’m yours. I’m fucking yours.”

“Take your clothes off, Michael. And drop them by the foot of that chair.” Dr Lee reached into my bag for the dildo and vasoline. After strapping on what looked to be a novelty item but was in fact an eleven inch dildo, she lifted my legs up over her shoulders and spread my ass open and began pushing lube in with her fingers, stretching my anus thirty seconds or so at a time as she did. “I see my dick’s hard. Rub it. Michael, I’m going to ask you why you came here and I want you to tell the truth. Why are you here?”

“Because I needed to get fucked really, really bad and I love you and I want you as a Mommy. I want to get on hormones and be a stripper.”

“But you came here. And I know why. You like it when you’re this close to my pussy. You can smell it, yes? You’re a slave to it. You worship it. How could you not? It can give you everything you want. It can give you a Mommy, it can give you an orgasm, it can possess you utterly, it can remake you because you can trust it and you will follow, wherever it leads within you or without you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“Did you just learn this or did you already know?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, my mindless cunt slave. Every night when you go home, you will tug cum from my dick as an offering to my pussy. And when it has consumed your soul, you will understand that you have nothing to lose by cumming inside of it. Inside of me. You do want to cum inside of me, don’t you Michael?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You’re very honest. I’m going to fuck you now.” Kneeling on my clothing, Lea slid her monster dick into my sissy fuckhole while I held my ass globes open for it.

I groaned, deep in my throat. She fucked me fast and even. “I love your dick so much, Mistress. Fuck me good. Fuck me like the slut I am, like the broken little boy I’ve become. Take my ass and let me be yours. Oh, God, Mistress. Yours, all yours. I want to know what it feels like to belong to you. Fuck me really good and I promise I’ll always, always love your dick. You understand me now, understand what I want, what I need, the dick, your dick, my fucking slut cock-sheath. Make me a fucking repository for everything you need. Give me your dick. Show me your love, your cock, your need, your certainty that I am what you want, a completely broken man. Now dick, now dick, now dick. Fuck me hard, Mistress. My fucking goddess wants to know I’m twisting and turning on her prick and now I’m desperate to beg her to cum for you, Everything. Mistress, it’s so. Everything. Love fucking me! Love the way my ass takes your cock! Oh, Mistress. I bet I could take your dick all fucking night if you promise not to let me find out what it truly means to belong to you because then I’d probably cum.”

An hour later, we were on the floor, over our clothing, Lea kneeling and me on knees and forearms. The way she fucked me was so tremendously erotic, like she had saved something for me. Perhaps it was the part of her that possessed me, who understood and wanted what I had needed until Mistress had begun fucking me. Now it was mine. She desired me, wanted me, took thrills in running me out of my mind so my instincts could take hold in our fuck-rut. Because the boy who loved her so was nothing but a dick-hungry slut. All my helpless love meant nothing while she fucked me, nor should it. And I knew that, still l tried.

“I love you, Mistress Lea. Like your dick. Rub it, rub it please Mistress? Rub my useless girl clit. FUCK!!!!! I LOVE LEA’S DICK WHEN SHE FUCKS ME SO MUCH!!! I’M FUCKING BEGGING YOU!! ACCEPT MY LOVE!!! MAKE ME YOURS!! FUCK YOUR SISSY CUNT SLUT!!! GODDESS?? I WANT TO GIVE YOU MY SOUL GODDESS!! MISTRESS, YOUR DICK HAS ME COAXED RIGHT TO THE . . . . ACCEPT MY OFFERING GODDESS!! FIND ME WORTHY OF CONSUMING!!!” I screamed and screamed as my ass tightened in a vise-grip on Dr Lee’s dick. And, as I screamed, hot cum ran from her dick, between her twiddling fingers, onto our clothes. Mistress grasped my balls and I started to grow hard.

“I want all of it.”

I whimpered and reached a hand between my legs. I bucked against her hands on my hips, thrashing wildly from pleasure. “Oh, Mistress! Oh, Mistress! I want to cum if I deserve to if I need to if I want to.”

“I want you to.”

“I deserve to.”

“You’ll know when it feels right. I’ll know too. Mommies always know these things for their boys little.”

“Yes, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. I’m my Mistress little sissy. I love you, Mommy.”

“Good boy. Now what do you think you’ll do when you cum?”

“I can eat your pussy.”

“I’m about ready to pass out as it is, baby.”

“I can leave.”

“You wouldn’t dare do that.”

“I can worship you.”

“You’re doing that right now, Michael. I am your Goddess and you feel that. I know.”

“I can ask you to explain this, explain what’s happened, what it means and what happens because of it.”

“You’ll go home and make your offering to my pussy. Then call me. But you’re not going to get dressed right away to go home, are you?”

“Mommy?”

“Cum to me, Michael. I want a little boy who’s always sweet and likes to know things, to just know things without knowing why. The things I tell him. Do what I expect of you. Argues with your own thoughts and decide you must be wrong about things that feel so true, because you love me like you want to. And you’re pretty, and you have a very big dick, and you want to cum inside me very, very bad. Only this is how we fuck until you learn to be a little pleasanter. And, Baby, fucking like this can be such fun. Your Mommy did raise a hot piece of ass. Now lance your balls with my dick and shoot your offering at the foot of my pussy’s altar.”

“I do know,” I groaned and came in a rush. “I know what it means to belong to you, Mommy. Mistress Lea, are you my Goddess or is your pussy my Goddess.”

“Are you confused.”

“No, you’re right. I can never love you enough. That makes you my Goddess.”

“It’s your church, Michael. Now go home and dream of fucking me all night long. Drain your balls into your pajamas and remember every minute of it when you wake up.”

Mistress tended to my needs so quietly, so subtly.