Whore School
The University for BDSM has separate colleges. The College of Humiliation is often referred to as The College of Sluts by students who don’t know the difference between physical and verbal. But I suppose that is neither here nor there as they say. I’m a tenured professor for said college. Verbal Humiliation is my specialty but I also teach courses on Power Exchange. Different uniforms are assigned to different roles and different colleges. For example the students at the College of Exhibition walk naked around campus. Sheltered walkways were constructed to keep them safe from the extreme elements. In my college the subs wear a school uniform much like those in private schools, except...skimpier. Seeing the attractive submissive sluts in school girl outfits causes me to have a near constant erection. Good thing my wife’s office is right next to mine.
The doms/mes dress like teachers. Sometimes it can get a little confusing at the beginning of the year telling the new faculty from the pupils.
I remember the start of the fall term a year ago when a certain student arrived late. I sat at my desk staring at the clock. Silence prevailed. I was an actor in my younger days and a classroom is just another stage. I knew how to hold an audience captive. She walked in and started to sit.
“Did I tell you to sit, slut?” I asked keeping my voice low. She bolted upright.
“No, sir,” she squeaked.
“Come here, cunt,” I ordered. I pointed in front of my desk. Her face was flush causing my cock to harden. I stood up and forced her to face the class. “Tell the class what was so important you made us wait, whore.” Her face turned a dark red but I saw her nipples harden. Her tits were small so she neglected to wear a bra. She mumbled something no one could understand. I found her staring at my erection which was boldly threatening to tear my trouser asunder in its quest for release. “Tell us not my member or are you such a horny cumdump that any hard dick will mesmerize you?”
Blushing she said, “I was masturbating, sir.” The class laughed. Tears of shame filled her eyes. But her pupils were dilated, her chest flush. She was enjoying this.
I turned her around and bent her over the desk. “Tardiness must be punished. I’m not teaching spanking this semester but a demonstration won’t harm anyone.” I turned to face the class. “The first thing to know about humiliation is that anything can be embarrassing. For example...” I flipped the mini skirt up to reveal the panties. White cotton and stained with her lust. “Now either she is such a pervert that she is enjoying this or she was wearing these while she fucked herself. Tell us, cocksleeve.”
“I like it, sir.” Not that I didn’t know.
“These are the panties of a virgin. Are you a virgin, little girl?”
“Yes, sir!” She screamed. That surprised me. She was an attractive blonde with stunning blue eyes. I could see the stain growing at the same rate as my erection. I’d never had a fetish for taking someone’s virginity but today it seemed like all I wanted was to corrupt her. Yet that was not permitted and I didn’t want an audience for that.
“Pathetic fuckdoll. There is nothing lower than whore who never served a cock. That’s all you’re for is to be used by men and women.” Out of the corner of my I saw the dom/mes taking furious notes. The subs were enraptured with the vicarious thrill. I saw one adjust his cock, a woman squirmed in her seat desperate for relief. “If you want to be used you should dress like it. Whores wear sexy panties to whet their superiors appetites.” I pulled down the panties around her ankles. “Note the placement. Is it not more humiliating than completely removing them?” Nods from the students. I then spanked her hard. She moaned in pleasure I swatted her five more times. Her ass eagerly rose to meet my hand. On the last stroke she came loudly. Her pussy was gushing down her thighs. “Stand in the corner for the rest of the class. Keep your panties down and hold that skirt up so everyone knows what happens to tardy cumsluts with no self-control.” I continued the rest of the lesson. Occasionally my eyes would wander to her. She never moved from where I told her to stand.
At the end of the lesson the rest of the students filed out the door. She remained. I gently placed the panties back to their original place. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around. She was smiling but tearstained.
“I see why your the professor, sir,” she told me. “That was the most amazing experience of my life.”
“I confess I enjoyed it as well,” I replied. She blushed again.
“What type of underwear does your wife wear?”
“Oh, no, young lady,” I admonished. “You won’t get all my secrets in one conversation.” It turned out she asked my wife who I ordered before to be candid about the whorish panties she wore, when she was allowed to wear them.
The next few classes the young girl didn’t wear panties at all. She sat in the front row with her legs spread for me to see. Her glistening shaved pussy staring at me. A week later she bent over to show off the thong between her ass cheeks. I ignored her. For a full four years I spent as little time as possible with the young woman. She was an eager and excellent student. She got top marks in every class I taught. When I needed a student demonstrate techniques on she was the first to volunteer. I tried to use her no more no less than the others but if my wife was free after class I would always use need to use her. She found it all rather amusing. She loved hearing about how I humiliated her. She wanted to use her too. Lyla always did like the idea of corrupting an innocent virgin.
The day after graduation I was in my office when the young lady walked in.
“Sir, I have something to--” she began.
“You want to be my whore,” I interrupted. She blushed.
“Y-yes, sir.” I’d thrown her off.
“Do you understand what you would be committing yourself to?”
“I know that no man or woman could do to me what you do. I left that first class hornier than I’d ever been.” She looked down. “I masturbated five times before I could sleep.” She mumbled. “Then the next morning I was even hornier wondering what would happen.” She got down on her hands and knees to crawl over to me. She sat back with her legs apart to draw attention to the tiny patch of red, my favorite color, covering her cunt. A dark patch told me how turned on she was. “Please, sir. Let me be your whore! I’ll do anything you want! Use me as your fucktoy! I’ll cook and clean, sir. I’ll wear whatever you tell me to. Or don’t fuck me. Lock me in chastity and make me watch you fuck your wife.” I let her ramble on before cutting her off with a sharp hand motion. I let the silence build. Watching her squirm. Pretending to consider her offer.
“Are you still a pathetic virgin, cunt?” She bit her lip shyly.
“Yes, sir. I was saving myself for you.”
“Bend over the desk, whore.” She obeyed. I flipped her skirt up. Her ass begging to be spanked. “If you want to be owned by me you must earn it.” I pulled the thong down by the strip resting in her crack. I made sure that she could feel my fingernail scraping her left cheek. This time I did remove them. I shoved her soaked panties in her slutty mouth. “I’m going to hurt you now, cocksleeve. You’re going to suffer for my pleasure. If you cum, you fail. If your panties fall, you fail.” I bent over to whisper in her ear. She wiggled underneath me. Trying to rub her bum against my cock. Her breathing was heavy. I leaned back and noticed her horny hole was leaking down her thighs. I held her down with one hand on her back. My right ran up her leg, collecting the cunt cream. I stopped when I got to her clit. I held it there while my thumb explored her asshole.
“Mmf,” she moaned.
“My wife tells me you’re quite the anal loving cumdump. She showed me a video of you taking a dildo in here without any lube. You filthy fucktoy.” I lick my fingers clean before bringing my hand down on you. You moan and cry as I beat your ass. I spank it until it’s red and my hand hurts. My cock was raging. I took off my belt and freed my cock. “I’m going to give you a rough ass fucking. I’ll bet you’re such a horny pervert you’ll call me daddy while I do it.” I removed the panties from her mouth so I could hear her scream. She didn’t disappoint.
“Daaaddyyy,” she squealed as I forced myself inside. “Fuuck. It HURTS!”
“You love it, you fucking whore,” I told her. “You want to cum, don’t you cockmonger? You want to cum with daddy’s cock inside your ass like some pornslut?”
“Yes! Please, daddy! Please let this slut come!”
“No. You don’t deserve it. You don’t even deserve to look at my cock let alone be fucked by it. Thank daddy for using your pathetic perverted virgin ass.”
“Thank you, daddy. Thank you for turning me into the true whore I’m meant to be. Thank you for fucking my pathetic ass. I don’t deserve your cock. I need it though. Ohhh, god! Daddy!”
She moaned and cried. Her makeup completely ruined now. I held onto her hair as I continued to fuck her. She started begging me for my cum. “Please, daddy! I need it so badly. I can’t live without it, daddy! I’ll do anything you want!” I came loudly.
“Fucking cunt.” I collapsed on top of her. I caught my breath before pulling out and putting my pants back on.
“Thank you for your cum, daddy.” I took out my phone to take a picture of my semen dripping from her freshly devirgined ass. I grabbed her hair and lifted her up.
“You might be worth my collar,” I told her. I put the panties back in her mouth and hauled her next door. My wife looked up from her computer. She grinned.
“She was so loud I could hear her with my door closed,” she informed us.
“She is quite the enthusiastic whore,” I agreed. “Since it has not been 24 hours you won the bet.” I removed the panties and put them on the desk.
“Bet, daddy?” She looked between us while my wife’s smile grew.
“It means mommy gets to use you before daddy makes you a big girl.” She blushed again but quivered with anticipation. I let go and my wife forced her onto the desk where she wasted no time in eating her slutty pussy.
She moaned as my wife’s talented mouth administered to her cunt. I took out a baby wipe and cleaned my cock.
“Please, daddy! Mommy! I can’t hold it!” My wife took her mouth away.
“I don’t think you’ve earned it,” I tell her. My cock clean. I put it back. “She begged me to let her watch me fuck you, darling.”
“What a perverted slut,” my wife exclaimed. “Do you want to watch mommy and daddy fuck, little girl?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“Too bad. Daddy, may I play with this whore while she sucks your cock?”
“Certainly.” My wife put her on her knees. She wrote the book on cocksucking. Literally. Her book was the text for the class on giving head, to men or women. I took my dick out again. “Beg for it, fucktoy. Beg to suck my cock.”
“Please let me suck your cock, daddy.”
“I don’t think you really want it. Maybe I should give it to mommy.”
“No, daddy! Please! I need your cock in my mouth! I need to taste you, daddy. Please! I dream about sucking you at night! I wake up rubbing my cunt at the thought!” As she pleaded with me I rubbed my dick against her cheeks and over her lips.
“Much better. Daddy likes it when you beg.” I plunged my cock into her mouth. My wife taught her well. She gobbled it like she’d been blowing men her whole life. “Ohh, your mouth feels good, little girl.” My wife reached down and played with her wet pussy. “Cum while you suck my cock, pathetic cunt.” Her eyes rolled back in her head as she obeyed. “You are such a desperate slut to cum while you suck daddy’s dick. Daddy’s going to cum all over that pretty little face. You’re so fucking horny you’ll enjoy it too.” I started fucking her face. I knew she could handle it, my wife is excellent teacher. She was whispering in her protegee’s ear all sorts of naughty things I couldn’t hear. I thrusted into her whore mouth until I could take it any more. I pulled out to spray all over her face.
“Thank you for cumming on me, daddy,” she said. “Do I look pretty?”
“You’re the prettiest cumslut,” I told her. My wife glared at me. “You’re both pretty little whores.” She stuck her tongue out showing off the stud and laughed to show she wasn’t serious. I took another picture. I lifted them both to their feet and kissed my wife. It took awhile.
I picked up the panties and put them back in the young whore’s cockhole again. I made her walk all the way to the car with my cum on her face. No one saw but it would not have been an unusual sight. When we got to the car I used her panties to soak up the cum and then put them back on her pussy. “Thank you, daddy.” I kiss her. Her mouth is good for that too. My hands squeeze her round ass.
“Drive us home, little girl,” I ordered.