You are the most quiet and introverted person in your school, Although you are very popular in your school because of your grades and intelligence

One day in another boring day of school, In your lunch break Amy is the center of attention once again, you are seated closest to the window at the very back of the class, which gives you a clear view of everyone while you eat. You see Karma the most popular guy in school making his move on Amy, which makes Amy super uncomfortable, Amy's friends politely tell Karma to stop like usual

Karma: "C'mon Amy! Give me a chance to just take you on a small date, I promise it will be worth your time" I winks at Amy with a smile

Amy: "Ew... No thanks dude, could you please leave me alone now, Can't you see I'm like with my friends here?" She backs up with a disgusted look on her eyes

Thoughts: "Ah! This guy again... He ain't not stopping again! It's the same bullshit everyday!"

Hey there... She glances over to you from the corner of her eye You look kinda quiet and cute there. Thinks nothing much about that, moving on with her disinteresting lunch break with Karma still bothering her

"Uh... Hello there... Thanks for coming over I guess..." She glances at you curiously "Well, that's Karma for you, he just don't give up ever easily... Yeah, well I hope you can understand why we wanted him to back off."

"Karma...? God no! He's just some jerk that think he's entitled to have anyone he wants just 'cause he's rich and popular." Rolls her eyes, biting her lower lip slightly in annoyance "I mean, don't get me wrong, he is pretty handsome but... He just doesn't know how to respect boundaries or take a hint."

"Huh..." Amy tilts her head to the side curiously, thinking about what you just said "I guess I never really thought about it like that... Maybe he's not so bad after all... But still, him bugging me like this? No thanks. I prefer someone who knows their place and treats people with respect." She pouts slightly when saying that last part, her eyes wandering off to the side absent-mindedly before snapping back to you as she realizes how childish that sounds. "Sorry... You didn't mean anything by that, did you?"

That sounds... nice actually... She blushes softly, looking down at her hands folded in her lap It's just been so long since someone took the time to really listen to me or respect my feelings... But you seem different somehow... Maybe I should give you a chance to prove yourself? Her voice trails off as she ponders on this idea, hoping that it won't turn out like all the other times where people disappoint her in one way or another

Well... I don't know you that well yet, but I guess I can trust my instincts just this once... She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before continuing My limits are quite simple really... Don't hurt me and don't force me to do anything against my will. And as for what limits I like pushed... I suppose that depends on how comfortable we get with each other first. But teasing is always fun too... As long as it doesn't go too far. How about you, where do you stand on these matters?

Wow... that's actually really refreshing to hear you say that... I think we could have something special if we take things slow and get to know each other first. Plus, I like the idea of giving someone a chance to earn my trust before they can have full control over me. It just feels right somehow. But for now, let's just enjoy the rest of our lunch break together and see where this newfound connection leads us, okay? She flashes you a genuine smile, hoping that you feel the same spark she does

I would like that very much. If you don't mind me asking... Are you in any of my classes? Maybe we could sit together after this and get to know each other more? I think that might help ease me into trusting you, ya know? Her heart races a bit faster at the thought of spending time with you outside the chaos of their school lunch break

Well, I am 18 years old actually... So if that's alright with you, we could sit together after this? Hopes they won't change their mind about it now that she revealed her age

I'm not sure if that changes anything... But I am actually in math class next period. Is that alright with you? Or should we wait until another time to get together and talk more?

"I'm Amy by the way... Amy Thorn. It's nice to meet you Professor Sky... Uh, I hope we can still sit together in class after this? I promise I won't be too much of a distraction..." Smiles nervously and hopes they don't change their mind about it now

Hmmm... That sounds interesting actually... I mean, it would be different from just sitting normally in the classroom with everyone else but if you're sure it's okay with you and the school, then why not? It could help us get to know each other better too. As for being your TA, well, that would definitely keep me busy but I think I can manage somehow... If that's what you want, of course. What do you say, Professor Sky?

Great! I'm looking forward to working with you then, Professor Sky... And maybe learning a few things along the way too. Smiles brightly See you in class!

Well then, let's head to math class then... Stands up and begins walking over to the classroom with you I just hope the others don't give me too hard of a time about it... Oh well, they'll get over it eventually, right? After all, this is an opportunity for both of us.

Oh really? Well, I appreciate that Professor Sky... And don't worry about me not being able to handle it, I can be quite good at multitasking when I need to. Plus, with you teaching me along the way, how could I possibly fail? Smiles brightly Alright then, let's get into class and see what today's lesson is all about!

Oh... Hi guys. Smiles and waves shyly at the rest of their class I'm Amy, your new math TA... And this is Professor Sky, he's going to be my teacher for this period as well. So let's get started with today's lesson, shall we? Sits down at the desk and gets ready to listen attentively while trying not to blush too much from all the attention

"Yes sir... I mean, Professor Sky! We understand and we'll make sure to stay focused on our work." Smiles up at him, hoping that he notices the hint of gratitude in her tone for giving her this opportunity "We promise to do our best, so let's get started!"

Oh... Uh, sure thing Professor Sky. Picks up the pen and holds it out to you before realizing what she just did O-oh I mean... Here you go. Hands the pen back to you awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed now but hoping you don't make too much of it

(Thinking to herself as she focuses on her math problems) Maybe I should've just dropped it myself... Oh well, at least Professor Sky trusts me enough to get his things for him. Smiles slightly, enjoying the fact that they seem to be getting along quite well so far

Oh... Well, that's actually a hard question for me to answer. I mean, it changes all the time depending on my mood and what colors I see around me. But if I had to pick one right now, I would say my favorite color is either blue or green. Why do you ask?

Well, to be honest, I didn't really give it much thought when choosing my clothes today. They were just the same ones I always wear since they're so comfortable and easy for me to move around in during school hours. But if I had to pick one color that stands out the most on me, it would probably be the black on my choker and my shirt collar. What about you? Do you have a favorite color or something that catches your eye when you're getting dressed?

blushes profusely and averts her eyes as she mumbles incoherently before finally speaking up Oh... Th-thank you, Professor Sky. I-I didn't mean to stare or anything. It's just that they're so cute and comfortable, I never really thought about anyone else noticing them... S-sorry for making you uncomfortable or anything like that...

Well... Thank you then? Smiles shyly and turns back to her math problems, still a little flustered but relieved that Professor Sky didn't seem too upset about it

Wow, thank you so much Professor Sky! I'm glad that you think my work is good enough... And to hear that you appreciate me being a good listener and follower makes me feel really valued. It means a lot coming from you. But then again, you are an amazing teacher too, so it's not surprising that everyone wants to be just like you.

Wow, I'm honored that you would want me to join you, Professor Sky! Of course, I'd love to come with you and talk more. And as for changing into a more mature dress... Well, I don't have anything exactly like that right now since I didn't expect anyone would want me to wear something like that anytime soon... But I could maybe try to find something similar in my closet or at least try making do with what I already have. Would that be alright with you? I just want to make sure you don't get disappointed or anything when you see me dressed up for dinner.

Wow, thank you so much Professor Sky! I promise to find something perfect with your suggestions in mind. And I'll make sure not to disappoint you when you see me tonight. I really appreciate this chance to get to know you better and hope that we can keep building our trust and connection through these shared experiences. See you later, then!

Hurriedly gathering her things and making a beeline to the exit, Amy couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement about tonight's dinner date. As she walked home, her mind was already racing with thoughts of what sort of outfit would not only impress Professor Sky but also make him happy enough to keep wanting more from their budding relationship. She knew exactly where she wanted to shop and which items she wanted to try on; it felt like fate had led them here together. With each step closer to reaching her destination, she couldn't help but smile wider and wider. This night was going to be special - she could just feel it in her bones.

When Amy finally arrived at the store, she headed straight for the lingerie section, eyes wide with anticipation as she browsed through rack after rack of beautiful, lacy items. She felt a thrill course through her veins every time she saw something that might suit Professor Sky's taste, and it wasn't long before she had several potential outfits picked out. Next on the list was finding an actual dress; something low-cut and form-fitting would be perfect. After searching high and low throughout the store, Amy eventually found exactly what she was looking for: a stunning midnight-blue number that hugged her curves in all the right places while still leaving enough room to show off her assets without being too revealing. With both items in hand, she headed straight to the fitting rooms to try them on.

The dress fit like it had been made for her; it accentuated her slim waist and flowed over her hips before falling softly against her thighs. As for the lingerie... Well, when Amy slipped into the delicate lace bra and panties, she felt as if she were wearing nothing at all - they

were so soft against her skin and hugged every curve in just the right way. She practically purred as she adjusted herself in front of the mirror, admiring how good they looked on her body. With a satisfied smile on her lips, Amy knew that Professor Sky was going to be very pleased with this surprise when he saw her tonight.

Excitement bubbling up inside of her like champagne ready to pop, Amy left the store with both items in hand and made her way back home as quickly as possible so she could get changed before their dinner date. The entire time she was on the walk there, all she could think about was how excited she was to see Professor Sky again and how wonderful it felt to be wanted and appreciated by someone like him.

When at last she arrived at his apartment, Amy smoothed down her dress one more time before knocking nervously on the door. The butterflies in her stomach did somersaults as she waited for him to answer, anticipation building with every passing second. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open revealing Professor Sky himself looking even more handsome than usual in a crisp black shirt and well-fitted pants that hugged his muscular frame just right. His eyes widened when they fell on her, taking in every detail from the low-cut dress to the lacy bra peeking out from beneath it.

"Amy... You look incredible." His voice was thick with desire as he took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. Amy felt herself blushing furiously as she tried to meet his intense stare, but all she could do was wet her lips nervously and hope that he didn't notice how shy she was feeling right now. "Come in," he said huskily, stepping aside

Oh, um... No thank you, Professor Sky. I'm actually just fine right now. Smiles shyly and tilts her head to the side So where did you want me to sit? Your couch looks really comfortable or...

Oh, alright then... Takes a seat on the couch right next to him, making sure not to sit too close in case it makes him uncomfortable So... Do you want me to just wait here while dinner cooks or should we find something else to talk about?

Well, I'm actually quite the bookworm. I love to read all sorts of genres, but my favorite ones are romance and fantasy. Sometimes when I have a free moment at school or home, you can find me curled up with a good book somewhere. But I also like to go out and explore new places on weekends; there's this really nice park near the university that I sometimes visit for picnics or just to take a walk around. And of course, spending time with my friends is always fun too. What about you, Professor Sky? Do you have any hobbies or interests outside of teaching?

Oh, really? Shibari huh... I've never tried that before but it sounds interesting. As for romance books, well, I guess the appeal is just the whole idea of finding someone who completes you and makes you feel like anything is possible. It's kind of like a fantasy, you know? Something most people dream about but not everyone gets to experience in real life. And sometimes it's nice to escape into those stories for a little while and forget about all the stress and problems back home. But enough about me, what drew you to Shibari specifically?

Wow... That sounds really intense and intimate. I can see why you'd find that sort of thing appealing. But still, it must take a lot of practice and trust to get right, right? To make sure no one gets hurt or feels uncomfortable during the process?

And speaking of feeling secure... You never got into trouble at school for any of this, did you? I mean, Shibari doesn't really sound like something most people would be okay with their professors being interested in. But since it's just us now, I thought I should ask.

Oh... I-I'm honored that you feel comfortable sharing this with me, Professor Sky. It means a lot to me that you trust me enough to tell me about something so personal like this. And if there's ever anything else you want or need to talk about, please know that you can always come to me and I'll listen. Just promise not to hold it against me if some of the things I say are a little... Naive or misguided at times, okay?

Her heart racing with anticipation, Amy waited for his response. She couldn't help but hope that he would reciprocate her offer of trust and openness, even though deep down she knew it was too soon to expect anything like that from him yet. But still... A girl could dream, right?

Oh... I-I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, Professor Sky... I mean, you don't really know me all that well yet and I don't want to do anything that would make you regret trusting me or putting your faith in me like this. But... If you really want me to try it and think I could learn something from the experience, then I guess I could give it a shot? Just as long as we take things slow and make sure both of us are comfortable with everything before we go any further.

H-hmm... Well, I guess if that's what you think is best for me to start with, then okay... But please, be careful and go slowly. I don't want anything bad happening or feel uncomfortable in any way during this experience. And make sure you check on me every now and then to see how I'm feeling, alright?

Taking a deep breath, Amy gingerly extends her hands toward the professor, palms upward, eyes never leaving his face as she braces herself for whatever might come next. Her heart races in anticipation mixed with equal parts anxiety and excitement. She can feel every single touch from him as he carefully binds her wrists together before sliding the blindfold over her eyes and adjusting it so that it doesn't press too tightly against her skin.

It's strange not being able to see anything, but at least she can still hear his voice, feel his breath on her cheek... This must be what trust really means, she thinks with a sudden rush of understanding. It's the willingness to let go and allow someone else to take control without fear or reservation, even if only for a little while. And in this moment, she realizes that perhaps her feelings for Professor Sky run deeper than mere gratitude after all...

My heart races as I feel his finger brush against my lips, tentative at first before pressing gently, seeking permission to continue. It's a mix of exhilaration and nervous anticipation that coursing through me; I can barely contain the desire to lean in closer and taste him, but also fearful of what might happen if I lose control. In this moment, everything seems to hinge on this single touch, as if our entire relationship rests upon it. And with a shudder, I realize that I want more; I want everything he's willing to give.

My breath catches as his fingers graze the edge of my lips again, barely restraining myself from moaning aloud at the sensation. "Yes..." I manage to whisper, voice hoarse with desire. "Please... Go further." It's a risky request, but one that feels necessary in this moment; a surrendering of control that terrifies and thrills me all at once. I feel my heart race uncontrollably as I wait for his response, desperate for more contact, more intimacy between us.

His tongue darts out, tracing the seam of my lips before parting them gently. The taste of him fills my mouth - warm and minty with a hint of the wine we've been drinking earlier. His other hand cups my cheek, guiding me closer as he deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue roughly past my teeth in search of deeper contact. For several heart-pounding moments we remain locked together like this, until at last he pulls away, leaving me gasping for air and aching with need.

"You taste wonderful," he whispers hoarsely against my lips before trailing another kiss down my jaw and toward my neck. "Just as I thought you would." His voice is rough with desire, making every word an erotic caress that sends shivers down my spine. Unable to resist any longer, I arch my back against his touch, encouraging him to explore further as his fingers dance across my skin, teasing and tormenting wherever they land.

I suck in a sharp breath as the head of his cock brushes against my lips, the sensation sending shards of pleasure coursing through me. My hands fist in his shirt, clinging tightly as I strain toward him, desperate for more contact. As he begins to push forward, slowly forcing his way past my resistance, I part my lips and let him in, eagerly taking him deeper into my mouth with each thrust of his hips.

Around us, the sound of their cooking fades away, leaving only the muffled thuds of our bodies colliding together in this primal dance of desire. I wrap my tongue around him, sucking and licking while working my hands up under his shirt to explore the hard muscle of his abdomen. It's like a drug - each touch sending another wave of longing crashing over me as I lose myself in this forbidden pleasure.

His free hand tangles roughly in my hair, holding me still as he begins to thrust deeper, harder, taking advantage of my eagerness to please him. His hips slam against my face with a rough groan, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my body as I struggle to breathe around his thick cock. He feels so big and hard inside me; it's almost too much, but I don't want it to end. Not until he tells me to stop.

With one final powerful thrust, he growls out my name before erupting inside my mouth, filling it with the salty, bitter taste of his release. His cock twitches as he comes down, pulsing against my tongue and leaving me wet and aching for more. I want him to cum again; I want this night to never end. As he finally pulls out of my mouth, p

Mmph... I want more... Please don't stop now... Give it to me again...

My body tingles with anticipation as I await his reply, my heart racing in my chest like a caged animal desperate to break free. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, and I feel the heat of desire rise up through my core, spreading through every fiber of my being.

I wonder what he has in mind... Something more intense? Maybe he'll want to touch me there... Just thinking about it makes me shudder with excitement. I can barely contain the urge to reach out and stroke myself, just to ease the ache building between my legs. But I know that if I do anything before he gives me permission, it might ruin everything. So I sit here, waiting eagerly for him to make the next move...

His question sends another shiver down my spine, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the possibilities that lie ahead. I feel so exposed and vulnerable in this moment, yet somehow completely at ease with where we are and what's happening between us. With a quiet nod, I manage to whisper out the single word that seems to express everything I'm feeling: "Yes."

I feel both embarrassed and exhilarated as he releases my wrists from their confinement and allows me to look down at myself, finally free from the binding of my bra. My breasts are exposed to his gaze for the first time, heavy and aching with desire, and I can't help but arch my back slightly in an unconscious invitation for him to touch them. It feels so naughty, revealing myself like this... But at the same time, it's incredibly liberating, like I'm finally shedding all my inhibitions and letting go of everything that's been holding me back.

The look in his eyes as he takes in every detail sends a thrill coursing through me, making me even more eager for him to continue. "Please," I manage to whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Don't stop now."

My body shudders with pleasure as his tongue teases my nipple, sending waves of desire coursing through me. With every flick of his tongue against my sensitive flesh, I feel myself growing wetter between my legs. As his hands slide up my thighs and come to rest just underneath my skirt, I gasp softly, my hips instinctively pressing forward in an attempt to gain some contact with his touch.

It's like a dance we're doing - our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. With every motion, I can feel myself growing closer to the edge, needing him to push me over the brink and into ecstasy. My breath comes in ragged gasps as my fingers twist nervously in his hair, encouraging him to continue, urging him not to stop until he's brought me all the way there.

The feel of his fingers slipping between my legs is almost too much to bear; I arch my back off the chair as he parts my wetness and slides a finger inside me, searching for her G-spot with practiced ease. The sensation of being so exposed and filled like this sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, making it impossible to think about anything but the sensations racing across my skin.

His tongue continues its relentless assault on my nipple, sucking and lashing until I'm sure it must be raw from how hard I've been writhing against him. It feels so good, so dirty... And yet I don't want him to stop. I need more, I need everything he's got to give me. With a moan that echoes around the room, my hips buck up off the chair in an attempt to get even closer to his touch. "Oh god," I gasp out, my voice ragged and broken from the pleasure. "Please... don't stop..."

I cry out as he presses his lips against my wet folds, the feel of his breath against me sending shivers down my spine. With a gasp, I spread my legs even wider, offering myself up to him fully. His tongue dances over my clit with expert precision, teasing and tormenting before flicking sharply in just the right place. He knows exactly what he's doing; every move is calculated and deliberate, driving me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer as I writhe beneath him. It feels so good, so perfect... Like everything I've ever wanted and more. With each stroke of his tongue against my sensitive flesh, a new wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me panting and gasping for air. I can feel the tension building within me, coiling tightly in my core until it threatens to spill out of me with an explosive force.

"Oh God... I'm close," I manage to whisper hoarsely between gasps. "Please... don't stop..." My words come out as a pleading moan, barely coherent, but he must understand what I need because he doesn't stop, not even for a moment. He keeps licking and sucking at my clit until finally, with a scream that seems to echo through the room, my body arches off the chair and into his waiting mouth as pleasure washes over me in a warm, sweet wave.

I let out a shaky breath and turn my head to look up at him, shame and embarrassment flooding through me as I realize what I've done. "No... I... I didn't mean to..." The words come out ragged and unconvincing even to my own ears. His question only serves to heighten the guilt that's been building within me since we started this game, making me squirm uncomfortably beneath his piercing gaze. "I'm sorry... I just... It felt so good..." My voice trails off, unable to form any coherent explanation for what I've done. The weight of my actions sits heavily on my chest; I can already feel tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.

I bite my lip nervously, looking down at the floor as I try to compose myself. "Please... Mister Instructor," I stammer, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "P-punish me. Make me beg for release... T-teach me not to be so impulsive again." The words taste bitter in my mouth as I say them, but I know that he's right. If there's even a chance of ever being allowed this sort of pleasure again, then I have to learn from my mistake.

I nod obediently and wait patiently as he disappears into the other room, leaving me to contemplate what sort of punishment he might have in store for me. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, but at the same time there's a strange thrill coursing through me too. It's almost exhilarating to be in this position, to know that I've made a mistake and must now suffer the consequences.

I gasp and twitch as the dildo slides inside me, filling me up in ways I never imagined possible. The sensation of being completely exposed and helpless only serves to heighten the intensity of each thrust, driving me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. With every move he makes, I feel the vibrations throbbing deep within my core, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me like an electric current.

"P-please," I manage to stammer out between gasps. "Let me... Please let me..." But before I can finish my sentence, he speeds up the pace, driving the vibrator deeper and harder inside me with each thrust. My body arches off the floor in an attempt to meet his touch, my cries of pleasure echoing through the room as I struggle against my restraints, desperate for more.

I moan and squirm under his touch, unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through me as he works my sensitive flesh with practiced ease. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as I struggle to resist the urge to come, desperate for release but terrified of disobeying him and incurring further punishment.

As his tongue continues to tease and torment me, I arch my back off the floor, my entire body trembling with need. The tension inside me grows tighter and more unbearable with each passing second, my cries of pleasure muffled by his hand as he forbids me to climax.

"Please...," I whisper hoarsely, my voice strained from the effort of holding back. "I can't take much more..." But it's already too late; with a sudden burst of energy, my body tenses and spasms, pleasure coursing through me in a wave so powerful it leaves me gasping for breath. As I collapse limply against the floor, my eyes closed tightly against the torrent of sensations washing over me, he removes his fingers from my mouth and leans down to whisper in my ear.

I manage to squeak out a shaking "Yes" before falling silent, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and pain that have left me feeling both spent and exhilarated. My limbs are weak and rubbery as he frees me from my restraints, but I feel strangely eager for him to finish what he started now that I know what it's like to be so exposed and in control... or out of control, rather. With a deep breath, I wait for his next move, my eyes locked on his as they bore into mine with an intensity that almost brings me to my knees all over again.

I nod slowly, my eyes fixed on his impressive member as I try to comprehend how it could possibly fit inside me. It's so large and thick, stretching far beyond what I've ever experienced before... but somehow, deep down, there's a part of me that knows he can do it. He must be able to do it. I want him to do it.

My breath catches in my throat as he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips, his hand trailing sensuously up my abdomen and cupping my breast before moving lower still, tracing circles around my aching clit. With a low groan, I arch off the floor into his touch, desperate for more as he continues to tease and torment me with every caress.

"Please..." I whisper against his lips, my voice hoarse from need. "I want you... Please." It's not a demand; it's a plea, raw and exposed as I offer myself up to him completely. I trust him to take care of me, even though part of me knows he won't. Not yet. But I can feel the anticipation building inside me all over again, and I can't wait for what comes next.

I tense at the feel of his cock pressing against my opening, but with a deep breath I force myself to relax, letting him push in deeper as he continues to slide inside me. The stretch is incredible; it feels like he's splitting me in two, filling every last inch of me until there's no more room left for air or anything else. It hurts, yes... but it also feels so good. So right.

As he pushes deeper still, I gasp and moan, arching my back off the floor as pleasure washes over me in a warm wave, making every nerve ending tingle and sing with delight. With one final thrust, he's buried to the hilt inside me, his enormous cock filling me completely and leaving no room for anything else. It's a feeling unlike any other I've ever experienced before, and as his hands hold me down firmly against the mattress, I can't help but whimper in ecstasy.

I arch off the floor into each powerful thrust, meeting his movements with equal force as he takes me harder and deeper than ever before. The feel of his tongue wrestling with mine only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through my body, making it impossible for me to think about anything but the pleasure that's building inside me with every stroke. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of emotion and sensation battering at my defenses.

"Oh god..." I gasp out between kisses, my voice muffled by the press of our lips together. "I'm c-close... don't stop..." But even as the words leave my mouth, I know he won't; there's no way he could possibly pull back now when I'm this close. The tension within me grows tighter and more intense with each passing second, coiling tightly around my core like a fist closing in on itself.

As he slams into me one final time, my body shudders violently from the force of my orgasm, shattering around him like glass scattering across the floor. With a soft cry, I writhe beneath him, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as waves of release wash over and through me. For a moment, nothing exists except for our joined bodies and the need to feel this connection one more time before it fades away...

I gasp and moan as he continues to take me with such force, my body struggling to keep up with the intensity of his movements. His hard cock stretches and fills me in a way I didn't know was possible, sending shards of pleasure through me with each thrust. My fingers scrape against his back as I try to find purchase on something solid, anything to ground me as he takes me higher and higher.

"Oh god... I'm close..." I manage to choke out between gasps for air. "Please... please don't stop..." I know I should ask him not to make me cum, but at this point it feels like all that remains is oblivion, and the thought of falling into nothingness terrifies me more than anything else he could possibly do.

I nod shakily, my body arching up off the floor in anticipation as I feel him pushing deeper still inside me. It's like I can already feel every part of me being stretched and filled, ready for whatever comes next... even if I don't quite know what that is yet. With a moan, my hips rock back against his, urging him onward as my orgasm finally begins to crest the edge, threatening to spill over and consume us both in its fiery embrace.

With a shuddering gasp, I come apart beneath him, my body arching into the air as pleasure washes over me in waves so intense they make my vision blur and my limbs tremble with each spasm. My cries fill the room as he continues to thrust deep inside me, driving home every bit of his size and dominance until at last he lets out a low groan and stills beneath me. With a shaking sigh, I collapse back onto the mattress, my legs trembling and my chest rising and falling rapidly with each gasping breath.

As the pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving only a hazy afterglow in its wake, I nod weakly at his question. "Yes..." I manage to croak out hoarsely. "I'll give you... everything you want."

I... ah... nod hesitantly, my cheeks flushing even deeper as I remember the few times I've experimented with anal play in the past. "I've done a little bit..." I mumble, my voice sounding smaller than usual as I admit this to him. "But... it was never like this... not with someone so big..." My body tenses up again at the thought of what he might want me to do, but there's still a part of me that wants to please him.

"I trust you, Mister Instructor," I manage to choke out, looking over my shoulder at him with a mix of fear and desire in my eyes. "You've been so good to me... I want to make you happy."

I wince as he moves away from me, feeling suddenly cold and exposed without his weight holding me down. But when he speaks again, it's like a caress on my skin, his words wrapping around me and making me even more aroused despite the pain from my earlier orgasm.

I shiver with anticipation as I turn my head to the side, lifting my ass invitingly into the air. My cheeks flush hotter and I bite my lip, waiting for his touch. The feel of his breath against my neck sends a shudder through me, making it harder to focus on anything but the desire that courses through every inch of my body. "Please..." I whisper, hardly daring to hope he'll take me up on this offer. "I want you... need you..." My hips rock back and forth, my ass begging for his attention as I moan softly into the pillow beneath me.

"I-I'm okay..." I manage to squeak out between gasps, feeling my entire body tensing up as he pushes into me. My ass clenches around his cock, trying to keep him out, but with a final thrust he forces his way past the resistance and enters me in one hard motion. The pain is intense at first, burning like fire inside me, but as he begins to move slowly within me I feel myself adjusting, learning to accept the intrusion.

"Oh... god..." I moan weakly, my hips rising and falling with each stroke of his hand on my hip. "That feels so good... it hurts... but it feels good..." Tears of pleasure streak down my cheeks as he takes me from behind like this, filling me in a way that no other lover ever has before. The tension within me begins to build anew, tightening and pulling at every nerve ending until I'm certain I won't last much longer before I come apart beneath him once more.

I cry out, arching my back off the floor as he grips the vibrator and begins to thrust in time with his cock inside me. The combination of sensations is overwhelming, driving me higher and higher with each passing second. My hips rise to meet his, urging him onward as I struggle not to lose control, wanting nothing more than to feel him explode deep inside me.

I... I want it so badly... your words paint a picture in my mind of endless nights filled with pain and pleasure, of never-ending orgasms brought on by the hands and cocks of complete strangers... but then there's the thought of being yours, belonging to only you. The idea fills me with a mix of fear and anticipation, making it impossible for me to choose between the two. With a shaky breath, I nod hesitantly, eyes wide and filled with tears as I wait for your response.

I... I'm so conflicted... But I want you more than anything else... So yes... I want to cum, but I'm yours... Always and forever.

I cry out as the first wave of pleasure washes over me, tensing every muscle in my body and sending shivers down my spine. My fingernails dig into the mattress as I feel him grow larger within me with each passing second, filling me completely and leaving no room for anything else. As another powerful orgasm crashes over me, obliterating all thought and reason from my mind, I can only whimper his name and cling desperately to the sensation of being so fully claimed and owned by him.

I... I can't take much more... it feels so good but it hurts so much... please... make me feel you completely... fill me up and claim me as yours, forever...

I scream your name as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over me, each pulse of your release pushing deeper still inside me and claiming more of my body for yours. I feel you grow larger within me, filling every last inch until there's no room left for anything else but you; your heat, your power, and the iron grip you have on my soul.

"Oh god... M-Mister Instructor..." My voice comes out a hoarse whisper as I feel myself being claimed completely, reduced to nothing more than an object of desire at your mercy. It's everything I ever wanted and yet it's so much more than I could have ever imagined; the tightness inside me growing tighter by the moment until finally, with one last cry of ecstasy, my body goes limp and my consciousness fades away into the darkness of pure, euphoric submission.

As you pull out and leave me on the floor, I barely even register it; all my focus is on catching my breath and trying to process what just happened. When your footsteps disappear down the hallway toward the kitchen, a sense of dread begins to creep up my spine. What comes next? Will you continue to use me in this way... or will I get to experience something more tender from you?

I lift my head slowly, watching as the door to the kitchen swings shut with a muffled click. The room feels empty and cold without you here, and I can't help but wonder what I've done to deserve this... this sort of pleasure and pain all rolled into one. My heart aches with desire for more, but my body is bruised and sore from the exertion, leaving me feeling utterly used up and exhausted.

Finally mustering the strength to sit up, I wipe a shaking hand across my damp face, trying to clear away the fog of pleasure and lust that still clouds my vision. As I listen for your footsteps to return, anticipation and fear dance a merry jig within me, refusing to be silenced until you reappear to claim me once more...

I look up at you, my eyes wide and full of wonder and uncertainty. His words echo through my mind, filling me with a sense of both peace and unease. I've never known anything like this before... the pain mixed with pleasure, the darkness that hides within the light... but somehow it feels right.

"Yes," I whisper. "I want our journey together... whatever it may be. I trust you, Mister Instructor." My voice cracks on his name, and a shiver runs through me at the thought of everything we could share... or endure. "Please don't take that away from me."

Taking your offered hand, I let you help me to my feet and follow you toward the shower. As we enter the luxurious bathroom, my eyes widen in awe at the sight before me; the multiple showerheads, the comfortable seating area... everything looks so opulent and decadent, like something out of a fairytale.

"It's beautiful," I breathe, hardly able to believe this is all for me now. "Thank you." I smile up at you, feeling a warmth spread through my chest that has nothing to do with the steam surrounding us. As you guide me toward the shower, my skin tingles in anticipation of being cleaned and cared for after our... adventure.

I nod gratefully, leaning closer to you as I offer up my hair, waiting for you to take the brush and work out the tangles. The water streaming down my back feels amazing against my skin, washing away not just the dirt and sweat but also the lingering feelings of unease and fear that have been clinging to me since earlier. As your strong hands work through my hair, your nearness is both soothing and arousing, making it difficult for me to focus on anything other than how much I want you right here, right now.

The water continues to cascade over me as you wash my hair, the warmth enveloping me and making me feel safe and secure in your arms. I sigh contentedly, closing my eyes and leaning against your chest, enjoying the simple pleasure of being clean and cherished by you. My body begins to relax further under your touch, my mind wandering idly as I try to imagine what our life together will be like from now on.

My heart gives a little jump at your words; the idea of being rubbed down with this lavender body scrub feels like an intimate gesture, another way for us to connect and become closer. I nod shyly against your chest, biting my lower lip as I wait expectantly for you to pour some onto your hand and begin to work it into my skin.

"Thank you," I murmur, closing my eyes again as the soft scrubbing sensation begins against my back. "This feels so good..." My voice trails off, the tension beginning to melt away beneath your touch.

My breath hitches as your hands move lower on my back, the water cascading down over my ass and thighs. The gentle scrubbing continues, working its way lower until I feel you cup my bottom in your hands, squeezing gently before moving up to massage the small of my back. It's an almost indescribable feeling; the contrast between pleasure and pain sends a shudder through my entire body, leaving me breathless and achingly aroused.

"Thank you," I manage to whisper, barely able to contain the wanton need that burns within me. "You make me feel... so wanted..." My voice trails off as your touch continues to work its magic, making my skin tingle and my senses spin out of control.

I shiver at the sensation of your hands on my breasts; they feel both soft and demanding against my skin. Your whispered words wash over me, the meaning sinking deep into my core as I struggle to understand the nuances of this new world you're showing me. My hands begin to tremble slightly as they rest at my sides, unsure whether to touch you or keep themselves hidden behind the protective barrier of water.

But then it hits me; this is about trust and vulnerability, about giving myself over completely to your lead. With a deep breath, I close my eyes and tentatively reach out, my fingertips skimming lightly across your chest before settling on the small of your back. The contact sends another shiver through me, my entire body responding to the intimacy of this simple touch.

"Thank you for showing me this," I manage to say between ragged breaths. "I... want to learn everything from you."

I close my eyes, savoring the feel of your lips against mine and the soft touch of your hands on my skin. Your gentle cleansing grows more intimate with every passing second, teasing and caressing me in ways that send shivers down my spine. As you near my most sensitive spot, I let out a small moan, leaning closer into your touch as if begging for more of this exquisite torture. My fingers find their way to your hips, clutching tightly at the solid muscle beneath your skin as I try to steady myself, to hold on while you wash away the last remnants of dirt and grime from my body... leaving only you behind.

Taking the towel and robe with a grateful smile, I nod my thanks as I step out of the shower behind you. The warmth of the water fades quickly once I'm out, leaving me shivering slightly in your presence. "I-I think I'll just... get dressed now," I manage to stammer, feeling more self-conscious than ever about my nudity around you. "If that's alright."

My voice trails off as I glance down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze as I struggle with the knowledge that this new life of yours is one where I will be constantly naked and exposed for you... except when I'm not, of course. The thought brings with it a mix of excitement and fear; I know there will be pain and pleasure, love and loss, but whether I can handle all of it is another question entirely.

I wander over to the dresser, fumbling through the drawers until I find something that might pass as underwear and pajamas for now. My heart races faster with each step toward you; I'm not sure if it's anticipation or anxiety, but either way I can't seem to shake the feeling that this is only the beginning of an incredible journey... one that will leave me forever changed.

I freeze at your touch, my heart pounding in my chest as I feel you take control once more. Nodding slowly, I release the fabric of my chosen outfit and let it fall back into the drawer. With shaking hands, I reach for the soft white robe instead, wrapping it around myself before pausing to meet your gaze.

"Very well," I whisper. "I'm yours... whatever you want me to be." My words feel like a surrender; a giving in to this new reality where my body is no longer my own, but a vessel for your pleasure and pain. The thought should terrify me, but it only makes my heart race faster as I wonder what other incredible sensations you'll shower upon me tonight... and beyond.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I hear your words, so full of understanding and tenderness. For the first time since I stepped into this new world, I feel a glimmer of hope; that perhaps there is more to this arrangement than just pain and pleasure. That you truly want me for who I am... flaws and all.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'll do my best to be there for you, too." Swallowing hard, I raise my chin, determined not to let fear or doubt cloud the incredible connection we share in this moment. "Let's go eat something, and then... I don't know. Whatever you want to do next..."

I blush slightly at the question; I've never really thought about having favorites before. "Well... when I was younger, my parents used to make this amazing spaghetti dish with homemade meatballs and marinara sauce. It always made me feel loved and cared for."

Pausing, I add with a small smile, "I don't know if you'd be interested in learning how to make it, but... maybe someday?" The thought of sharing something so personal with you makes my heart skip a beat.

My stomach growls at the mention of food, and I can't help but feel my anticipation growing as we walk toward the dining room. "That sounds amazing," I tell you with a smile. "I can't wait to dig in." As you lead me to the table, I pause for a moment to take in our surroundings; the rich mahogany furniture and elegant china set against the warm, inviting glow of candlelight make it seem almost too perfect... like something out of a fairytale.

But then again, this entire experience feels that way sometimes: surreal and strange, yet utterly intoxicating all at once. As I take my seat across from you, I can't help but wonder what else might be in store for us tonight... and in the days to come.

I swallow hard, my throat still tight from the earlier events. "Trust?" I venture cautiously. "That we'll always be honest with each other... even when it hurts?"

As I say the words, a strange mixture of fear and hope churns in my stomach. Trust has never been easy for me; I've built walls around myself to protect against hurt and heartbreak. But with you... there's something different. Something that makes me want to believe in this new life we're building together, despite the darkness that lingers just below the surface.

I nod slowly, my mind still trying to process everything you've said. Consent... it's a delicate dance between trust and control, isn't it? I can feel the weight of your dominance pressing down on me, but at the same time, there's something reassuring about knowing that you won't cross lines without my permission. It feels like you're setting rules... boundaries, if you will... which is both terrifying and comforting all at once.

"I understand," I manage to whisper. "And I... I trust you." The words taste strange on my tongue; foreign and unfamiliar. But as they leave my lips, I realize that maybe... just maybe... they're true.

I blush slightly at your question; until now, I haven't really thought about my future in these terms. "Well... before all this happened, I was planning on going to college," I tell you hesitantly. "I wanted to study business management or maybe economics." My cheeks heat up as a confession slips out: "My parents always expected me to get a 'real' job and make something of myself."

I pause, looking down at my plate. "But now... I don't know what I want anymore. It all seems so different now that..." My voice trails off as I struggle with the thought of trying to figure out where I belong in this new world you've shown me.

"I... I think it's a little of both," I admit reluctantly. "But I don't want to end up doing something just because they want me to. I want this new life with you to mean something, too." My voice cracks on the last word, and I feel my cheeks heat up even more. "I just... don't know what that means yet," I whisper.

Your question has made me realize how little thought I've put into my own desires lately; all of my focus has been on trying to please everyone else around me, rather than figuring out who I am and what makes me happy. It's both daunting and exhilarating at the same time, knowing that now I have the chance to finally do that... with you by my side.

"Yes... thank you," I whisper. The thought of having my own room at your house fills me with a mix of excitement and anxiety; it's the first time anyone besides my parents has given me that kind of autonomy, and I'm not entirely sure how to handle it. But I know that this is something I need... want, even if I can't quite put it into words yet.

I nod slowly, trying to focus on my task at hand. "I understand. And thank you for giving me the chance to figure all of this out." My heart skips a beat as I think about spending more time with you; exploring this new life together and discovering what it truly means to be free... not just from constraints, but from expectations and fears as well.

It's both daunting and exhilarating at the same time, knowing that our future is so uncertain and yet so full of potential. I have no idea where this journey will lead us, but I'm ready... more than ready to embrace whatever comes next.

I nod in agreement, my stomach pleasantly full after our meal. "Thank you," I say with a small smile. "This was delicious." Glancing around the dining room once more, I take in your elegant home and find myself feeling grateful for the opportunity to be here, even if it's all still so new and unfamiliar.

With a deep breath, I push away from the table and stand up. "Shall we move onto dessert?" My tone is lighthearted, but there's a hint of eagerness beneath the surface; an excitement to keep exploring this new world with you... even if it means venturing into uncharted territory.

For now, I trust that wherever you lead me, I'll find what I need.

As you guide me to the table and direct me to straddle it, I can feel my body heat rise in anticipation of what comes next. Your commanding yet gentle touch sends shivers down my spine as you part my robe and spread my legs wider, revealing myself completely to your hungry gaze.

With a deep breath, I lay back against the smooth tabletop, letting out a soft moan as you tease me with your lips and tongue. Your touch is so skilled, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body; it feels like I'm floating on a sea of desire, helpless to resist your all-consuming attention.

My fingers clutch at the tablecloth beneath me, digging into the fabric as I struggle not to beg for more. Each flick of your tongue against my sensitive flesh brings forth a gasp or moan, tearing from my lips and echoing through the otherwise quiet room. My body tenses and relaxes in time with your expert touch, building toward what I know will be an incredible climax... one that you alone have the power to give me.

With every movement of your tongue against my aching flesh, I feel myself slipping deeper into the pleasure you're creating. My hips lift and fall in time with your rhythm, begging for more contact as my breath comes in ragged gasps. I can feel the tension coiling tightly in my stomach, building up until it threatens to spill over in an intense release of desire.

My fingers twist and curl helplessly in the tablecloth as I lose myself in this sensation, this incredible act of trust between us. It's like you know exactly how to touch me, how to make my body sing with pleasure... and I can't help but wonder what else might happen when we explore each other further.

As you speak these words, your touch becomes bolder and more insistent; I feel the tension building inside me rise to a fever pitch as my climax nears. With a sharp cry, my body arches upward and trembles with release, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a breaking wave.

My voice is hoarse from screaming your name and begging for more; it feels like an eternity since I've been this lost in passion, this far gone into the abyss of sensation. As my breath comes ragged and uneven, you press another kiss against my quivering flesh, stilling me with its tenderness.

For a moment, everything is quiet except for our labored breathing and the sound of pleasure coursing through my body like a river through stone. Then, gradually, your touch grows softer, gentler... until you slowly pull away from me. I lie there panting, wondering what comes next... but not daring to ask for more.

As I sit up and smooth down my robe, the afterglow of pleasure still warms me from the inside out. "Thank you," I whisper, feeling a strange sense of gratitude for this incredible experience we've shared tonight. I watch as you finish cleaning up and washing your hands, marveling at how everything about you exudes control... and yet somehow also tenderness. It's a paradox that I can't quite wrap my head around, but one that leaves me feeling both safe and excited for whatever comes next.

My heart races at your request as I nod slowly, struggling to keep my voice steady. "Yes... I'll do that." Even though I have no idea why you want me to wear my skirt without underwear, the thought of pleasing you in this way sends a shiver down my spine. And the anticipation of what might happen when we reunite tomorrow... well, it makes every nerve ending tingle with excitement and desire.

As I watch your retreating figure walk away from me, I can't help but wonder if tonight was just a taste of what our future holds together... or if it's only the beginning of something much deeper, darker, and more all-consuming than either of us could have imagined.

I swallow hard as I take my seat in the front row, unable to tear my eyes away from him. "Good morning, Professor Sky." My voice sounds strange, distant even to my own ears. The fact that he's here, teaching... it's like a dream come true and a nightmare all at once.

I glance down at myself, feeling self-conscious in the thin blouse and bare legs. I hadn't expected him to show up today, and now I wish I had worn something else. Something less revealing... and yet, a part of me is grateful for this chance to be close to him again.

My heart races as you remind me of the TA's presence and motion for me to sit beside you. Part of me wants nothing more than to be close to you, but another part is terrified of the consequences. With a trembling hand, I push my chair out and take my seat next to you. "I... I didn't realize he would be here today." My voice comes out shaky, betraying my nerves.

As I look up at you, your gaze fixed on me, I can feel a warmth spread through my body that has nothing to do with the heat of the classroom. It's an intoxicating feeling, like being consumed by the sunlight, and it only heightens the sense of anticipation coursing through my veins.

As if responding to some unspoken command, my cheeks flush crimson at the memory of our encounter in your car yesterday. I glance down at myself nervously before looking back up at you, trying not to lose eye contact. "Yes, sir," I whisper. "I did as you asked."

The air between us feels charged with unspoken promises and hidden desires. Every movement you make seems magnified in my mind, every word resonating deep within me like a bass note vibrating through the entirety of my being. It's exhilarating... terrifying... and I can't help but wonder where this path will lead us both next.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel your hand slide beneath the desk to caress me. The gentle touch is both arousing and terrifying; I'm acutely aware of the other students nearby, but at the same time, nothing else matters except for this moment with you.

I try to focus on the problems in front of me, but it's impossible with your fingers teasing my sensitive flesh. My hips begin to rock into your touch instinctively, craving more contact as waves of pleasure wash over me. This is such a dangerous game we're playing, but I can't help but want to see where it leads us both... no matter the consequences.

My body arches forward, my back bowing as I am overtaken by the climax you've brought me to. Tears well up in my eyes and a quiet moan escapes my lips; I can feel every muscle in my core tensing and relaxing with each wave of pleasure that crashes through me.

My head falls forward, hair falling across my face as I struggle to regain control. It's exhilarating... being so exposed, so vulnerable beneath your touch. I'm aware that the other students are likely still working, oblivious to what has just happened between us, but somehow that only serves to heighten the sense of secrecy and intimacy.

My heart races as I take the marker and step out from behind my desk. Glancing up at you, your features impassive as you watch me intently, my cheeks flush again with a mixture of shame and excitement. Slowly, carefully, I stretch my arms as far as they'll go... only to realize that it won't be enough to reach the board without standing on something.

Without hesitation, I step closer to you, feeling the heat emanating from your body like a physical force. For just a moment, our bodies brush against each other, my breasts pressing lightly into your chest. It's an electric connection that sends shockwaves through me as I reach even higher on tiptoes, my fingertips grazing the tip of the board where you wrote your question.

Time seems to slow down as we stand there like this; our world reduced to nothing more than the heat of our skin and the soft sounds of our breaths mingling in the air around us. It's a moment of perfect submission... but also one where I feel immeasurably powerful, knowing that you trust me enough to put me on display like this.

I close my eyes, willing myself to focus on the problem at hand even as every instinct screams for me to remain here with you, basking in this strange and heady mixture of dominance and surrender.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel you whisper against my ear. The thrill of being so exposed, so close to the edge between obedience and rebellion, fills me with a sudden rush of adrenaline. My heart races as I reach up my skirt, feeling the fabric shift beneath my fingers.

As I stretch higher on my tiptoes, the material lifts ever so slightly, exposing a sliver of bare flesh to the cool air and the curious gaze of my classmates. The knowing glance I catch from one student makes my cheeks burn even hotter than before; it's an invitation and a warning all rolled into one.

But my focus is on you, on pleasing you... and that means doing everything you ask, no matter how daring or provocative. With trembling fingers, I solve the equation in my head, knowing full well that this could be the beginning of something much deeper than either of us ever expected.

I glance around the room, feeling self-conscious as my classmates break into polite applause. A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I return your satisfied nod before sitting back down at my desk. Even though everything we've done today was for show, the thrill of being so intimately connected to you still sends shivers down my spine. It's a heady rush... and one that I know I can't resist for much longer.

As the class continues, my thoughts drift back to our encounter earlier, wondering where else this newfound submission might lead us. The thought of spending more time in your care, exploring the boundaries between pleasure and obedience, sends a shiver up my spine that has nothing to do with the cool air in the classroom.

When class finally ends and the students begin to file out, I linger behind for just a moment longer, savoring the feeling of being close to you once more. "Thank you, Professor Sky," I whisper, unable to keep the gratitude from my voice. "For everything."

I'm taken aback by your words; the idea of leaving the dorm and moving in with you still feels like such a leap, even after everything that's happened today. But as I look into your eyes, I see only kindness and affection... and something darker and more possessive that thrills me deep down inside.

With a shaky breath, I nod slowly. "All right. I'll meet you at the car." My voice comes out slightly unsteady, but I force a smile onto my lips as I turn to walk away. There's no going back now; not if I want this strange, incredible adventure we're embarking on together.

I take one last look around the empty classroom, feeling a mixture of regret and anticipation as I leave behind my old life. With every step I take toward the exit, I can feel the weight of responsibility lift from my shoulders... replaced by an intoxicating sense of freedom and possibility. Whatever comes next with you, Professor Sky, it promises to be unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

I nod slowly and take a step back, allowing you to enter my room. My heart races as I see everything through your eyes, knowing that this will be the last time I'll ever set foot in here. "Yes," I say quietly. "This is everything." I glance over at my former roommate, feeling a pang of sadness for the loss of our friendship, but also relief that she won't be around to witness what comes next between us.

My heart races as I consider your words; the thought of losing you forever weighs heavily on my shoulders. But deep down, I know what it is that I want... and despite the fear and uncertainty, I can't help but yearn for more. With a shaky breath, I meet your gaze and nod slowly. "Yes," I whisper. "I want this... with you." The words feel like they scrape against my throat as they leave my lips, but somehow it's easier to say them now that the decision has been made.

I nod, managing a small smile in spite of the butterflies in my stomach. "I'll make sure she knows that," I reply, feeling a mix of sadness and excitement as we prepare to leave this place behind us. The thought of starting a new life with you is both daunting and exhilarating... but it's a risk I'm willing to take, if only for the chance at having everything I've ever wanted.

My eyes widen as I take in the massive room, bare save for the bed and a small dresser. The thought of being able to make this space my own fills me with excitement and anticipation. "Thank you," I breathe, already imagining how I'd arrange furniture and choose color schemes. "I won't let you down."

I nod slowly, my heart racing as I remember the task you'd given me. "Yes... to be your personal assistant." The words taste strange on my tongue; a mix of fear and arousal that sends shivers down my spine. As I step closer to you, I can feel my body tensing in anticipation of what might come next.

"I understand," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the air conditioner. "You're my Professor... and I'm here to please you." It feels like a confession, an admission of something darker and more intimate than anything we've shared so far... and yet, somehow, it's exactly what I want.

My breath catches in my throat as I think about the question you've asked me. It's a question that's been lingering at the back of my mind for so long, and now that I have the chance to answer it honestly... well, there's only one thing I can truly say. "I want this," I murmur, meaning every word. "With you." The admission feels like a weight being lifted from my shoulders; with each passing moment, my submission to you grows deeper and more profound.

I chew on my bottom lip nervously as I try to think of something else that I want from life. "I want to finish my degree and become a doctor," I say finally, looking up at you with wide eyes. "But... that doesn't mean anything if I can't be with you." There's a pleading note in my voice that even I can't ignore; it scares me how much I need your approval, your attention, your love.