Chapter 2

Lucille smiled at herself in the mirror as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. Almost a month had gone by since she introduced the professor to his new role (my how time flies when you're misbehaving). Professor Munroe was shaping up quite nicely and she felt he was ready for the next step. Wednesday afternoons used to be when the professor could come over to her apartment and spend a few hours since he didn't have any classes, office hours or meetings. Before she made the change to their relationship they would spend the afternoons making love. Of course he no longer had that privilege but today he would get to spend the afternoon with her, only this time it would be different (very different). She picked up her purse and took one last look in the mirror. As always her outfit was impeccable. Tan, form fitting slacks hugged the perfect curves of her ass and thighs, a cream colored silk blouse flowed over her pert breasts and tucked neatly into her slacks. She completed the outfit with dark chocolate leather boots and a touch of gloss to her delicious lips. She wheeled her small case out the door and headed towards campus. When she reached professor Munroe's office she let herself in (as usual) without knocking and locked the door behind her. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, without her having to say anything he stood up and dropped his pants. Yes, he was coming along quite nicely.

"Good morning professor."

"Good morning." He mumbled.

"Since you have been doing so well I figured we would start on our next phase but first let's get that nasty little cock of yours all locked up." When she looked down at his cock she stifled a laugh. It was rock hard. "Oh professor. Are we going to have to go through this every morning?" He didn't answer. He knew what was coming, what happens when he's hard and she needs to put him in the cage but he still couldn't help it. The past three days his cock stood to attention every time he heard her lock his door in the morning. Just that click and he was hard, he didn't even have to look at her. Lucille stepped up in front of him, raised her hand and smacked his cock, hard. He gasped and tears began to well up in his eyes almost instantly. His cock drooped a little but it was still too firm to fit the cage on, it seemed to be taking more and more pain every day to get it down. Lucille, as always, did not shirk from the task. Once again she raised her hand and smacked his tender cock. As the tears spilled over, his cock finally gave up and wilted all the way. Before it could recover (and they both knew that it wouldn't take much) she slipped on the cock cage and secured it.

"Get into position professor." He spread his legs and braced his hands on his desk. She had stopped needing to use the gag on him about a week ago. He would still cry (and how she loved the taste of those silent tears) but he could keep the noise to a minimum (it was far more entertaining to have him restrain himself). However, she still brought in various pictures to place before him and now she had newer more interesting material. It had become so exciting for her that she had begun to take candid pictures of him with his wife and friends and colleagues at the university (how she accomplished he never knew). She would then Photoshop those images together with an image of him fucking her, or more recently, him bent over and red-assed at his desk. Every day she came in with a new torturous masterpiece to place before his weeping eyes as she tortured him. "Now instead of putting your hands on the desk like that I want you to reach around and grab your ass cheeks. Pull them apart for me."

"What?" His eyes widened. He had resigned himself to their current games but now it seemed that there would be more at stake. Lucille reached between his legs and he felt her carefully French-manicured dig into the soft flesh of his balls.

"Don't make me repeat myself." She hissed. When she removed her hand he reached back and did as he was told. Lucille set her case on his desk but before she pulled out the paddle she took out a small pink butt plug and some lube. She squirted some lube on the plug and stepped behind him. "You are doing so well, I am very pleased with you." With that she positioned the butt plug against his exposed ass hole. He jerked a little when he felt the cool wet bulb against his anus but he maintained his position and she began to push the plug into him. "If you relax it will make this easier on you. If you don't... well..." She let the implication hang there as she pressed the lubricated head against his virgin ass hole. The butt plug slid home and despite himself the professor let out a small sigh. Lucille smiled at the sound and reached for her paddle. "Brace yourself professor, you know what comes next. And don't let that pretty toy fall out." After she landed her final blow she dragged her nails across his hot red skin, enjoying his whimpering as she tortured his already tender flesh.

"Tell me, my pet. What are you?"

"Your..." The professor groaned as she dug her nails into his skin. "... Your bitch-boy." He whispered.

"Say it again. Louder."

"I am your bitch-boy."

"Very good my pet." Lucille purred as she wiped the tears from the professor's eyes and licked her fingers. "And don't forget, this afternoon you are going to come to my apartment early so we can play a little longer before I send you home. I may even have a little treat for you."

Professor Munroe arrived at her door right on time. She let him in and this time, instead of just dropping his pants for a quick spanking before sending him home, she had him strip completely. He stood there naked at the center of her living room. She stepped up close behind him till he could feel the fabric of her blouse brush against the skin on his back. She leaned in close to his ear, her breath making him weak and dizzy.