By His Orders

Leila Matherson was the picture of youth and beauty in her late twenties: cascading brown hair, attention-stealing body, and intelligent and energetic blue eyes. She typically wore skirts ranging from ankle to thigh length, but usually stuck to more "professional" lengths when at work, which just so happened to be as a professor at a small college. Her outfits were always cleanly composed and she definitely took time to maintain her overall appearance.

Miss Matherson also had one small, tiny, almost insignificant detail about her. She was, for lack of a better word, a victim of romance. To one of her students.

Professor Matherson had the problem of a particularly driven, academically excellent, athletic, and handsome young man being in one of her classes. He hadn't been shy about showing interest in the only slightly older professor and she'd been quite unprepared for his advances.

Once her student, Charles, had expressed interest in starting a relationship, a proper one, Leila had been faced with a choice. Should she go ahead and attempt to have a relationship with a student at the university, something that was not technically illegal, but was frowned upon by most. Or should she resist and deny his affections, distancing herself from a relationship.

To her own chagrin, she'd timidly accepted him and after a couple months had found him to be a passionate lover, respectful partner, and overall fulfilling man to be with.

There was just one more surprise in his toolkit. Charles was an extremely sexually dominant person. And, after their few months of relationship, revealed to Leila that he wanted to go a little further together. After explaining that he wanted to 'hold her leash' so to speak, Leila surprised herself with her own answer; yes.

So now she did everything exactly as she was told by this particularly dominant and insatiably sexual second year student. Today, for instance, she had to wear a silent vibrating egg against her clit and at some point during class subtly slip him her panties, soaked in her aroused fluids.

Some days it was butt plugs, some days it was dildos, others she wasn’t allowed to wear underwear at all, and still other days she had to give him hand or blow jobs after class. Whatever it was, she knew she had to obey. After all, she had been the one to submit. And, she had to admit, it was incredibly fulfilling. So far, she had performed well enough to keep him satisfied, but he always wanted more, he always wanted her to improve, and she found herself wanting to improve for him.

On this particular day, Leila let her mind drift as she taught. The thought of how she'd gotten wrapped around his little finger and how she'd truly begun to enjoy it always surprised her and the thoughts snuck up on her at the oddest times. This was no exception. She knew Charles was due to graduate in two and a half years, if he didn't pursue further education, which he likely would. If so, their relationship would remain strained and secretive, at best, for years. If he didn't continue past a bachelor's degree... well, that was a question for later.

She stopped her musings and realized she was halfway through her lecture for the period and the buzz of the toy on her sensitive bud was getting to her. She was finding it hard to focus and even harder to keep her voice steady.

Charles, sitting three rows from the front and over to the right side of the amphitheater-style room, had his bold, knowing grin on his face as he watched her try and teach. He caught her eye in a lull in her lecture and made a little hand gesture like he was pinching the sides of a pair of underwear and shimmying them down. His signal was clear: he wanted her panties now.

Groaning inwardly, she flipped over to a relevant video and instructed everyone to take notes while she walked to and sat at her desk, hiding her lower body from view. As the video began to play, she worked her panties off under her skirt, balled them up tight, and stood up slowly. The breeze that wafted under her skirt tickled her loins and added to the sensation of the buzzing egg still taped to her crotch. She nonchalantly walked around class, making a show of checking on students as they took notes. She could feel little drops of her own wetness rolling down her legs.

She passed by Charles, sitting at the end of his row, and palmed her panties into his hand. She carried on but saw him unfurl the crumpled garment under the small writing surface built into the theater style seats and checked the soaked patch on the front of them. He turned and smiled at her, a devilish grin accompanied by a wink. She blushed madly as she walked off.

By the time class ended, Leila was feeling desperate. The buzzing egg had been relentless and she'd nearly reached orgasm a few times. She was certain that some of the students knew she was wearing it or at least guessed something was amiss. Regardless, the exhibitionist nature of the task and the sexual stimulation had left her in need of release by the time the final bell rang.

Most of the students filed out, some sticking around to finish notes or properly pack their bags. A blonde female student curiously beckoned a black haired boy to the door before leaving. Leila watched the boy dash out of her classroom and finally she was left alone with Charles.

"You did great, professor. I think only a few people guessed what might be going on, so we should be fine." Charles always spoke with a crisp air of confidence that was mirrored in everything he did, even as he sat himself on the corner of her desk and grinned down at her.

She glared back for a moment before the buzzing egg hit a sweet spot again and her glare extinguished as she shut her eyes and gently rubbed her thighs together. She swore inwardly. He always knew how to do this to her.

"Charles, may I please have some release? It's been an hour of this torture..." She tried to keep the need from her voice. She knew he would be arbitrarily fickle in what he allowed or disallowed of her. And, as his expectations of her submission had been explained, he would use any excuse he could to suggest she was disobeying his orders. And that would mean he could punish her however he deemed fit.

Charles put a finger to his chin in a mock deliberation of his decision. "I don't quite know... I'm not sure you deserve it..."

"Wha-what? I did everything you asked. You even got my wet panties for it..." Leila protested. She was about to burst.

"Fine. But only if you fully strip, kneel, spread your legs, and finger yourself. I wanna see you squirt."

Leila cursed her situation briefly. She loved being like this, needy and desperate, but Charles was always forceful and deliberate in what he asked of her. He never took big leaps in his demands but he was always pushing her further.

"F-fine..." Leila whispered.

She slowly worked herself out of her clothes and removed the buzzing toy, a gasp of relief escaping her, only to be replaced with a whimper of need. Now nude, she knelt down, spread her knees wide open, and began teasing her pussy in her favorite ways. Her eyes slowly closed as she lost herself to the pleasure and as her right hand busied itself with her snatch her left hand took a kneading grip of her left breast. Her breathing increased and her pace quickened; she wanted this over with before someone came in and saw them like this.

Finally, with some deft teasing of her sensitive clit, she welled up and felt orgasmic pleasure wash over her, electrifying her nerves. Her pussy released a small spray of juices as her thighs spasmed but Leila only felt mortified as Charles applauded her raunchy display with a taunting slow clap.

When she got her breathing under control and felt ready to move again, Leila opened her eyes only to see Charles peering down at her with a lusty gaze.

"Perfect. Great stuff, Professor. A little something for the memoir, I'm sure. Before long, I'll even have you cumming on command." Charles stepped closer to her, she couldn't move or resist.

He stroked a hand through her hair, gently grasping the back of her head. "We'll pick this up another time. And one day you just might start asking for more before I can give it to you. If these," he held up her soaked panties in one hand, "are any indication, you certainly loved being wet in front of everyone..."

Charles turned to leave, dangling the stolen garment on his finger. "Catch you later, Miss Leila. I'll expect your nightly photo by midnight. Ciao!"

Leila sat on the floor for a moment, gasping and panting with a growing blush and faint grin on her face. As much as he debased her and made her do horribly humiliating things, she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt. She only hoped nobody would find out before their relationship ran its course.

To that end, Leila quickly redressed and fixed her hair, making sure the little dribbles of pussy juice down her inner thigh wouldn't be noticeable for the rest of the day.