The Subject of Dr. Lea’s Class

“Michael, you look adorable. Let’s go now.”

I applied another layer of hairspray and a bobby pin then trotted after Lea.

“Remember, let me get ten minutes in before saying your bit.”

“Yes, Dr Lee.”

We drove in silence to Old Dominion University, the school she taught at. She had been a Korean foreign exchange student as an undergraduate with only a few years of English back in Korea, learning the language as she moved though the undergraduate program. I admired her tremendously for it. I’d never had the nerve to ask if the school of Education was where she wanted to end up because I felt it was likely a source of sorrow to her and of self-blame for not being able to perform better while far from fluent in the language she was being taught in. But I didn’t think I could make her see this. She sensed my admiration among my unthinking devotion, my shameless acceptance of her owning me, and that was enough.

We walked into the small lecture all together and I took my seat at the back. My breasts had not come in on hormones as well as I’d wanted so I’d had implants and a nose job as well. Stripper breasts tend to draw positive attention. Dr Lea lee launched into her lecture and I listened attentively as she spoke of establishing behavioral norms in childhood that were conducive to desirable behavior. She began to speak of Korean folk tales, juxtaposing them with Disney movies and I blurted out, “What about Aesop’s fables?”

“Those are not widely read. I haven’t seen you before. Would you share your name.”

“Rosalie. Call me Rose.”

“Come down here, Rosalie, and bring that bag of yours. I want to see what’s inside.” She unzipped the bag and pulled out a ten inch dildo and harness. “Did you bring a dick for everyone?”

“Just you, Dr. Lee,” I chirped.

“What did you think I’d do with it.”

I pulled off my schoolgirl clothes.

“I was hoping you’d fuck me with it.”

“Class! I can handle this. But you have a penis.”

“I was hoping you’d fuck my sissy slut ass, Dr Lee.”

“On the desk then. Darren,” she pointed to a boy no more than nineteen. “I see that you’re erect. That’s good. I want you to come down here and fuck Rosalie while the rest of us watch. The desk is a bit low. Bend over it, Rose.”

I did as Dr Lea lee instructed. This hadn’t been talked about but I was hers to use as she saw fit.

“Notice how timid Darren is about all this. He’s clearly a virgin, class. And he’s about to lose his virginity to a Rose’s hot tramp ass. Darren. You certainly are taking your time. Stop for now. Nikki, sit up and offer those obscene tits to Darren. Absolutely no teeth, Darren. Hands only to hold them in place Suck in as hard as you can and then push out with your tongue on nipple,

I couldn’t believe I had a boy nursing at my breast. It was exquisite. I felt crucified, letting him take what he needed from my breast, the stigmata. My oversized cock quickly grew erect, pulsing against Darren’s chest.

“Class, we’re now going to see Darren suck Rosalie’s dick. He’s a virgin and he wants to suck dick well and he’ll likely try to take her into his throat. Darren? Take your time, but that’s what I want you to do. If you can’t, Rose will help you.”

Darren was on his knees, arms by my thighs, fighting to work his lips down to the shaved base of my penis.

“Rosalie, grab Darren’s head please. Class? Pay close attention. Fuck his face. Do you see that, class? Darren is tapping three fingers on Rose’s thigh which is hardly a signal to stop. Don’t stop, Rose. Secretly, he hopes it’ll go on forever. Rose will stop when he passes out.

I was pressing into Darren’s throat but not very far. He was gagging and gasping for breath. But Mistress was clearly correct. His tongue never stopped and his lips kept pressing around me. Finally, his breath came through his nose and his panic abated.

“That’s enough, Rose. See how many times you can make Darren cum in twenty minutes. We’ll go without a break tonight.

“You won’t fuck me, Dr. Lee?”

“I want to see you suck that boy’s dick, Rosalie. It’s time you got over your hang-up with men.” A student was called to the front for me to suck off while Darren fucked me. I hadn’t sucked dick since I was twenty-two. It felt great. I flushed all over, attentive to his dick, concentrating on its needs. The smell of my perfume filling the air only made it more intoxicating. I was glad he came to the back of my mouth and let him cum inside it. I would have anyway, of course, and actually saved some to let dribble out of my mouth as I gazed at my mistress, Darren fucking me from behind, my mouth open and semen running from it that I licked up. “Don’t you know?” I mouthed. “You own me.”

“Remember how much you need me to own you.”

I shook my head. “There’s no emotional component to being owned, Mistress. It’s just knowledge. There could be fear, I guess. But I just know. It’s not good or bad. It just is. And I never wanted it. It hurt. So bad. The process of you acquiring me. Not possessing, but acquiring me without a will of my own, and shameless, helpless, willing slave to a love that broke me. My love for you. He’s fucking me, Mistress. Your student. But I see why it doesn’t matter. You know you own me.”

“Remember how much it hurt to need me.”

I screamed, thrashing my head, overcome with confusion, pain, and filled desire. “Yes! Yes! Now!” Pound my needy fucking slut hole for my Mistress so she can see a man cum inside me for the first time.

“You can come if you need to, sweet thing,” Lea supplied and Darren immediately gasped. “Suck it, Rose. You want to the whore your mother raised, then suck it.”

“You know I can’t say no,” I told her, dropping to my knees. I blew every boy in the classroom. They came on my tits, in my ass. I fucked Darren while Lea called me his mommy. Finally, she dismissed us.

Seeing the devastated look on my face, she took me by the arm and led me toward the car. “How do you feel?”

“Panicky. Like I can’t catch my breath, only I can. It’s like I’m running on high. The cum on my tits. The cum leaking from my ass. I feel embarrassed but like a good person too. Dr Lea lee, it’s true. I am a fucking whore.”

“You’re my whore.”

“I know that,” I said, taken aback, slightly wounded. “I know that, Dr Lea lee.”

“I want you to call me Mommy.”

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I am the person whose love for Lea transcends human emotion.

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