Chapter 4: A Domme Emerges

Over three years passed before Helena’s desire to abuse, humiliate, and feminise a guy re-emerged. She’d adored doing those things to Matt, but her drive to become a philosophy professor meant those desires took a backseat to her future and coursework. That wasn’t to say she hadn’t been sexually active. She was and had experimented with her sexuality as only university students living away from their parents’ influence can. Helena discovered she had no interest in the fumbling, bumbling advances of men her age. She preferred older lovers who were at least six to seven years older than her and who’d also had a full sex life.

Her dominant desires were lit by one of her professors. The professor, Paul Strange, was a delicate-boned, effeminate-looking man in his mid-forties. He had piercing blue eyes, and long, salt and pepper hair that hung to his shoulders untidily. He often smelled vaguely of pot. Initially, Helena initially thought he was probably gay, but she noticed his eyes tracked her ass whenever she walked in his presence, and he stood beside her to check her work more often than the other students.

Deciding to take a chance, Helena masturbated several times while wearing a sexy pair of lace panties. Then, the following day she waited to be the last to leave his class, gave them to him and said, “You may call me and ask for a date tonight. However, if you do, you’re required to be wearing these if you want any chance of getting lucky.” Leaving the shocked professor sitting open-mouthed, Helena marched from the room, purposefully swinging her delectably tight ass as she walked.

It took a week, but as she’d expected, Paul phoned after Helena attended his Friday class. During the session, he surreptitiously handed her a note saying he’d call her that night to arrange a date. Helena read the note and smiled to herself. Her pussy heated as she imagined what she’d do to the delicate-looking professor, and she blew off Craig, her date for Friday and Saturday nights. Of course, Craig wanted to know why, and Helena replied, “Because you’re boring and a dud root. Learn some techniques, practice them with some others and then call me again. If I’m free, I might take you out for a trial ride.”

“Fuck you, you dyke bitch!” Craig snarled.

“I forgot to mention that you’ve got a pin dick,” Helena said sweetly before disconnecting the call and blocking his number.

Doctor Strange turned up at Helena’s dormitory at 7:00p.m. as arranged. He looked like a bit of a hippy with his scraggly beard, long hair tied in a ponytail, jeans, T-shirt, and a knit jacket with leather elbows. Helena swept out the door, marched around to the passenger side, and got in the car, leaving Paul a little shellshocked. He shook himself and got in the driver’s seat. “Where would you like to go?”

“You’re taking me, remember?” Helena replied. “Don’t you have a booking somewhere?”

“To be honest, I thought you were just horny and wanted to fuck. Why else would you give me a pair of panties that smelled so obviously of sex?”

“I am horny, and I do want to fuck,” Helena stated. “But don’t I deserve a meal and conversation first?”

“Indeed,” Paul chuckled, putting the car in gear and backing out of the dormitory’s driveway.

Paul drove them to an Indian restaurant on the way to Toowong, where they shared a meal and conversation together. Helena enjoyed it because Paul had travelled the very road she was on, that is: high school, university for an undergraduate degree, a Master’s and then a Doctor of Philosophy. They drank a bottle of red wine with their meal, and at its end, they discussed going back to Paul’s place because he couldn’t come into the dorms where Helena lived.

“Are you wearing my panties?” Helena asked bluntly.

Colouring, Paul admitted, “Yes.”

“Did you hold them to your nose and whack off a few times?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to taste and smell it from the source?”

“Very much so.”

“Let’s go then.”

The pair walked to Paul’s car, and less than ten minutes later, they were inside his unit, kissing up a storm. Things progressed swiftly, and they were both naked shortly after getting inside, although Paul still had Helena’s panties on. Helena suppressed her typical revulsion of a hairy sexual partner because she liked the affable professor and thought he’d make an excellent project for her to feminise.

Paul proved to be a skilful lover. He picked the slender undergrad and carried her to his bedroom, where he lay between her long, athletically slender thighs and went down on her sweltering pussy. Despite never having had someone with a beard between her thighs before, Helena enjoyed Paul’s ministrations and crested quickly. Another climax quickly followed before Helena clenched her thighs around Paul’s ears and rolled him onto his back. Then, returning the favour, Helena slid his panties down, and took his adequate, slender, less than 6-inch cock in her mouth.

“Gawd, you’re good at that!” Paul groaned a short time later as he filled Helena’s mouth with his thick seed.

Helena released him from her mouth but continued to jack him, waiting to see if he’d rise to the action again. Unfortunately, unlike the few teenage boys she’d let seduce her, Paul, being in his mid-forties, had a longer refractory period. However, he wasn’t inactive, and they swapped positions again as he went back down on Helena’s juicy pussy. He drove her to two satisfying orgasms before he was hard enough to move higher and spear into her wet depths.

Although Helena had had several bigger cocks inside her, Paul’s was adequate for the task, and unlike some, he knew how to use it and had good control. Helena crested twice more before climbing to her peak again. This time, Paul joined her in the leap from her cliff, and he roared as he filled her tight little pussy with cum.

That was it for the night, and Helena rolled onto her side with Paul spooned behind her. However, she found his beard irritating, and asked him to roll away. Helena was the first to awaken the following morning, and she woke Paul up by sliding down and giving him a nice, loving blowjob. Despite her messy pussy, Paul returned the favour and then they got out of bed and showered.

They left the apartment to get breakfast at a local café, and after they’d eaten and were drinking their coffee, Paul asked, “Would you like to do this again?”

“That depends on you,” Helena replied cooly.

“What do you mean?”

She reached over and tugged gently on his beard. “You’re too masculine for me with all this hair. Are you prepared to shave your hair off?”

“My beard, you mean?”

“I mean everything other than the hair on your head and your eyebrows.”

Paul’s eyebrows almost climbed into his hairline. “You mean my armpits and groin?”

“I mean what I said—all hair from your body besides the hair on your head and your eyebrows.” Helena stared at him evenly before adding, “Of course, waxing it off would be better.”

“You’re shitting me, right?”

“Not at all. We’re compatible. You liked it when I took the lead in bed, and my guess is that you’re quite submissive. Make me your Mistress, and I will rock your world. But it starts by you proving you can be what I want.”

“I’m forty-four. You’re what? Twenty-one? What makes you think you’re capable of controlling me?”

Helena grabbed his dick under the table. As she suspected, Paul was rampantly erect. “This does.”

Paul pushed her hand away, stood and walked away. Fortunately, it was only a short walk to the dormitories, and Helena had left nothing at Paul’s place. She wasn’t concerned about her grades because she didn’t believe Paul would hold their encounter over her. Also, Helena thought he’d call after a few days of considering what she offered.

Helena’s prediction proved correct because when she attended his lesson the following Friday, he was clean shaven, and when he stopped beside her to check her work, she noticed his arm appeared free of hair. She hid a triumphant smile. Then, as she expected, he called her that night and asked to see her again. Wanting to strike while the iron was hot, Helena agreed to let him pick her up for dinner the next night.

Conversation over dinner was a little stilted because they were both a little nervous about what was to come. But after Helena joked that she felt like a teenager on her first date night, laughter ensued, and the rest of the meal flowed more smoothly. After a cup of coffee each, Paul paid the bill, and then they walked to his car and travelled to his unit.

When they got there, Helena followed Paul inside and to his room before commanding, “Strip!”

“Why?” Paul asked protestingly.

“Because if you haven’t obeyed my instruction to get rid of all your body hair, I’m going home.”

The problem for Paul was similar to the one Matt had. Which was, despite his mouth protesting, his cock swelled and pressed painfully against his trouser front. He tried to turn away to undress, but Helena insisted he face her. To her hidden delight, Paul had obeyed her edict and removed all the body hair he could reach. Paul’s back and shoulders still had a smattering of body hair across them, but given it was impossible for someone to shave that part of their body, it did not bother Helena. Going forward, Helena would insist that he had that waxed away. In passing, Helena noted he was wearing the panties she’d given him.

Helena shuffled her mid-length skirt above her bare pussy, sat on the edge of the bed, spread her slender thighs, patted her pussy and said, “Eat.”

Paul looked at her hairy pussy, groaned, and dropped to his knees before her. Then, using his hands to lift and spread her knees, he went down on Helena’s juicy cunt. Without the facial hair, Helena found Paul’s explorations much more enjoyable. She held her eyes closed and imagined him dressed in drag and his hands cuffed behind his back, and she almost immediately launched into a body-shaking orgasm. Two more followed quickly, but when Paul tried to move higher and kiss her, Helena pushed him away before turning around and presenting her small, taut derriere. Paul took the hint, and his tongue snaked out to dance over Helena’s chocolate starfish.

Using her fingers to help Paul’s tongue, Helena gave herself another pair of orgasms before she stood and removed her clothing. Then she summoned Paul to his bed and made him lie on his back. She took him in her mouth and used saliva from his shaft to lubricate his back passage before easing her middle finger into his ass and caressing his prostate. The twin sensations of P-spot massaging and a hot, wet mouth on his dick were too much for the uni professor, and with a groan, he lost his load into Helena’s greedily sucking mouth.

Helena held Paul’s cum in her mouth before moving up to kiss him. She held his head firmly and made him accept his semen when he tried to pull away. However, even though he tried to pull away, his body betrayed him again because his cock roared back to life. His doing that confirmed Helena’s thoughts. Paul was not only submissive but bisexual curious if not a homosexual in denial.

After he’d accepted everything from her mouth, Helena kissed her way down Paul’s body, pausing to tease his nipples with her lips and tongue. She revelled in his smooth body and felt powerful because he’d obeyed her. By the time she reached his cock, it was bouncing and straining with his arousal. Precum poured from its eye, and Paul groaned as she took him back in her mouth. This time, instead of easing her finger into his ass, Helena carefully worked his plum-sized balls away from his shaft until she could grip them and hold them separate.

Helena worked Paul’s shaft and glans expertly as she held his balls away from his shaft, preventing him from cumming without experiencing significant pain. However, the inevitable happened, and with an agonised, tortuous groan that somehow still expressed his pleasure, Paul ejaculated into Helena’s mouth again. He didn’t object when Helena insisted he accept it from her mouth when they kissed this time. In fact, being dominated by Helena seemed to excite him because despite being in his forties, Paul’s dick barely wilted, and he was soon ready for round three.

With her lover reacting so enthusiastically, Helena decided to push the envelope. She casually said, “You and I are of similar builds. What say I dress you up, do your hair and makeup, and we go into The Wickham in The Valley for a drink and to dance?”

“What?” Paul gasped.

“You heard what I said. It’ll be fun and a whole new experience for you.”

“What makes you think I’d want to do that?” Paul asked, appalled.

“This thing throbbing in my hand when I suggested it,” Helena said mirthfully, squeezing Paul’s shaft.

“What if someone from the uni saw me, or one of my friends did?”

“First of all, by the time I make you up, I’d doubt even your mother will recognise you. Secondly, even if they did, all you have to do is ask why they’re in a gay bar.”

“There is that,” Paul admitted. “However, I don’t have any women’s clothing here, and you can’t take me back to your room at the dorms.”

Helena chuckled before holding up her overnight bag. “It just so happens that I brought a change of clothes in case I decided to stay for the night.”

“I don’t have any shoes,” Paul continued to protest.

Helena took out jeans, a singlet, a matching bra and panty set, and a pair of sneakers she intended to wear home if she stayed the night. “I will do your makeup and dress you in what I wore tonight. I’ll put these on, and we’ll see if my heels will fit you.” She fetched them from the door where she’d kicked them off. They were a little tight, but not so much that it would be a problem as long as Paul wasn’t standing for too long. “There you go, no more excuses,” Helena chortled.

Pauk stood looking at her with his mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate a counterargument. His thinking wasn’t helped by Helena taking his throbbing cock back into her mouth. He groaned protestingly as she brought him close to the edge and then stopped. “Agree to let me dress you, and I’ll let you cum in my mouth again,” Helena offered.

Paul nodded, and not long after that, he filled Helena’s mouth for the third time that night.

“Go shower and shave again,” Helena instructed. “Ensure you shave both ways, with and then against the grain. Meet me here naked when you’re done.”

Paul returned about fifteen minutes later, and Helena carefully made up his face. Once she was satisfied with how he looked, she helped him into her skirt and top. The skirt fit well, but the top was a little tight across the shoulders, especially after she used water-filled condoms to create the illusion of boobs for him.

Helena examined Paul with a critical eye before saying, “You’ll do for government work. You’ll need to buy some heels and tops that actually fit, but it’s close enough for tonight.”