Epilogue
The next Wednesday I got up for Dr. Ellis' lesson as normal. It had been a week
since she had let me go free, and I had heard nothing from her during that time.
Even so, I had obeyed her and worn her panties every day, and having studied the
cage I was wearing, I decided not to try and remove it. Although I had just
been through one of the traumatic experiences of my life, thinking about what
had happened to me strangely turned me on.
So, much the same as I did every other Wednesday morning, I got up out of bed,
washed and dressed, and left for Dr. Ellis' lesson. I arrived in the department
foyer, greeting my classmates, and we all walked to her office together. As
normal, we knocked on the door, and she bid us to enter. Just like any other
lesson, we sat round the blackboard, and the teacher stood at the front, and we
had a pretty normal lesson. Until the end. I knew what was coming.
"Robert, can you stay behind for a few minutes please?"
"Yes, yes of course. No problem" I said. She ushered the rest of the class out
of the office and locked the door.
"I've missed you, Robert" she said sweetly. "Are you wearing them?"
"Yes, yes Dr. Ellis. I've worn them every day." She walked up to me, and held
me firmly by the hips, pushing me back into her desk. My cock started to grow
hard, straining against the cage that held it. Still with one hand on one of my
hips, forcing me against the desk, she took her other hand up to my chest and
leaned me back, so that I was practically lying down. She slowly reached down
and undid my belt buckle, then pulled my flies open.
"Good, very good Robert. You're wearing the pink ones today. Very nice, they
suit you." She pushed me back further so I was completely lying on the desk,
and pulled out the chain which held the key from under her blouse. But instead
of unlocking me, she just dangled the key in front of my face. "Whether or not
I free you depends on how pleased you make me in the next few minutes" she said.
And then, hitching up her skirt, she pulled down her own panties and climbed up
onto the desk, mounting my face. "I'm sure I don't have to give you
instructions. Now get to work!"
Getting stuck into her gorgeous pussy, it suddenly hit home that I was no longer
my own man - she had taken me and forced me to become her plaything, her sexual
slave. But as she pushed herself harder and harder onto me, suffocating me and
squashing my face, I realised that if anyone was going to do this to me, I'd
want it to the woman sitting on my face right now.
