LOGIN"The offense before this court is serious and your actions caused harm to multiple victims. Therefore, it is the judgment of this court that you be sentenced to ten years imprisonment in a state correctional facility."I sucked in my breath. I could hear the drums rolling and it felt like I was being sentenced to death at that moment. After a whole month of being on trial, it was finally over. I stared at the judge then looked at my lawyer who just shook his head sadly. We lost the case. I was so fucked.My mother was sitting in the gallery, and I could see tears in her eyes. I failed her. "I'm sorry." I whispered across the room to her. She just nodded through her tears. A police officer stepped up behind me, grabbed my wrists, and handcuffed my wrists. I was led out of the courtroom momentarily before I could even say a proper goodbye to my mother. Camera flashes were in my face non stop as I was led outside. I kept my face down because I was too ashamed to raise my head and look i
He pressed the wand directly on my clit. The vibration shot through me like electricity and I arched my back off the desk and moaned. "Oh god…oh god, Professor."I bit my lip so hard that I could taste blood in my mouth. The rope bit into my skin as I twisted and squirmed. The pleasure built fast and my thighs trembled as I climbed toward the edge."Please." I begged. "Please…Professor, I'm going to cum."He pulled the wand away and I whimpered miserably. The orgasm left me and I was now aching all over. "Not yet." he said. He was so evil. Why would he do this to me? Why??He pressed the wand back on my clit and this time, he rubbed it in slow circles. The feel of the vibrator on my pussy was so good and I began to cry because I knew he wouldn't let me release. "Please." I sobbed. "Please, Professor. I've been such a good girl. Please let me cum.""You have been a bad girl." he countered and pressed the wand harder and I moved my hips off the desk."Please fuck me. I need it so bad."
My stomach did a somersault."Everything? Now?""Everything, Sophie." he responded firmly. He had a very stern look on his face. He looked a bit different now. Not like the professor Mason I knew. "If you are going to be here, you follow my instructions. Take them off."My hands shook as I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall to the floor. I removed my bra and panties until I was standing completely naked. My nipples instantly hardened and I crossed my arms over my chest. I was absolutely terrified right now. I didn't know what was going to happen next. He looked at me for a long moment as his eyes roamed all over my body. I felt extremely self conscious at that moment. "On your knees." He finally said. Immediately, I knelt down on the carpet, and looked up at him. I watched as he walked over to a drawer in the room and pulled out a pair of thick leather cuffs, long red rope, and a blindfold. He walked back and crouched in front of me."We need to establish the rules before I touch yo
I had spent an hour choosing what I was gonna wear and finally settled on a high-necked black dress that made me look more mature but felt completely tight against my skin. I looked at myself in the mirror and let out a big sigh. Tonight was the night I was possibly going to fuck my professor. Tonight could turn out in two ways. One, I could get into so much trouble or two, I could get the best sex of my life. Either ways, I wouldn't regret that I didn't take the chance. I had to take a cab to the bar where we would meet because Chloe took my car. The taxi dropped me at the bar. “Obsidian Lounge.” I looked at the purple neon sign. It felt like I was walking into the lion’s den. The bar was so dark, I could barely see my own hands as I walked toward the back and sat down. Okay, Sophie…call down. I inhaled and exhaled then rubbed my hands together. There weren't a lot of people here at this hour so the bar looked a bit depressing. This was probably a bad omen. At exactly 8:58 p.m, I
I stared at the laptop screen for a solid three minutes. There was no way. Absolutely no way that my terrifying, 6'2, grumpy professor was currently online looking for a submissive to tie up. I was about to slam the laptop shut when the door burst open. "I am going to literally throw myself off the campus library roof." my roommate, and best friend Chloe yelled at the top of her voice. Ugh what was it now? She practically stomped into the room like an elephant on a rampage and threw her massive backpack(I don't know how she dragged that thing to class everyday. She could literally fit a bazooke into it) onto her bed. Her hair was also a bit messed up. She looked very distraught. "My stats professor is a literal demon." She paced back and forth across the room. "He gave us a pop quiz on a chapter we haven't even read yet and I failed. I know I failed. I am going to end up living in a cardboard box under the highway." She placed her hand on her head and I rolled my eyes. Did I forget
If you had told me at the start of the semester that I would spend my Tuesday mornings staring at a forty-five-year-old man’s jawline, I would have laughed in your face. But here I was, sitting in the third row of British Literature, completely distracted.Professor Mason was easily 6’2. Whenever he stood on that podium to address us, he always reminded me of a giant tree. He never smiled. Seriously, I had been in his class for three months and the man always had this slight frown on his face, like he hated his job or something. His voice was deep as hell too like a sonic boom. He weirdly reminded me of that new guy from peaky blinders. To be completely honest, he scared the crap out of me.He wore these thick glasses that sat perfectly on his slightly big nose. I had a massive weakness for men in glasses, it made them look so hot. Now combine that with his sharp jaw and the slightly gray hairs at his temples. You can see the vision right?? Professor Mason was literally a living Greek







