Captured By Teacher

I once was captured and used by a teacher… well, not a teacher. A professor, really. You see, I had this really hot Physics Professor at the university I attended. She was a tall woman in her mid-thirties with curly, strawberry blonde hair that reached her mid back. I was 20 at the time I took her class and I just thought she was beautiful.

I would sit in the back of class and fantasize about having sex with her across her desk. I wanted to sit up front so I would have a better chance of looking up her skirt when she sat on the edge of said desk, but I always had a huge boner by the end of class, so I couldn’t risk it.

I thought I was a stud back then. Here I was, Mr. Trust Fund, Jr. at a little Ivy League school. I had plenty of money and lots of time on my hands. I could’ve had any girl I wanted, or so it seemed. In truth, I had only had one serious girlfriend in college. She was also a rich snob who only wanted me for what my name and bank account would provide.

I caught her one night in bed with some low life dude and confronted them both outside her locked dorm room door. I yelled and screamed and called her every horrible name I could think of until the campus police came and escorted me out after I tried to break the door off its hinges. Needless to say, that relationship ended quite suddenly.

Captured by Teacher: Hot Summer Fun

So I was a free man as I sat in that classroom that fateful summer. I was always good at math. I had no problem understanding physics…until she announced that she would tutor anyone who felt they needed extra help, that is. Then, I suddenly couldn’t grasp any concept of the subject.

I was going to need a lot of one-on-one assistance. I was there when she posted her schedule on her door. I smiled at her through her window as she taped it up. She smiled and walked back to her desk. I put my name by the best time for me. I now had a scheduled tutoring session with my very hot and sexy Physics Professor. Life was good. My sessions with her started out boring.

I had to be careful not to show her that I actually knew the material and was just coming to tutoring because I loved the way her legs looked as she crossed them. But, of course, she caught on after a few weeks. She had enough class to not confront me about the knowledge.

One afternoon during one of these unnecessary sessions, she asked me out of the blue if I would be agreeable to moving our meetings from her office on campus to her home. I was stunned by the great suggestion, but managed to say okay. So I began to meet her at her house.

At the location changed so did the tone of our conversations. She started asking me about my sex life. Although shocked by the question, I answered. She then told me she was a dominatrix. I only had a vague idea what this was and asked her all about it. She talked about it for a while, and then asked me if I wanted a demonstration.

Professor of Domination

Now, I’ve had lovers. Why would this make me so nervous? I felt the adrenaline flow through my body as I stood and followed her down the hall to her room. She helped me undress and asked me what I liked sexually. I told her a few things, still in shock that this was actually happening… little did I know, this was all part of being captured!

When I was completely naked, she tied my hands above my head with a purple silk scarf. Then she lay down beside me on the bed and began to kiss and bite me lightly. The feeling was incredible. My cock was throbbing before she was half way done.She did other things to me as well that day. Some of them were scary at first, (hey handcuffs and paddles are hot, but when you first see them they are a little scary) but everything was totally erotic.

When we were done, she let me keep the scarf and the cuffs. As it turned out, this was not our last encounter. We continued to have a sexual relationship for the rest of my college career. She was very good at the art of surprise. 

There were times when I was terrified and wanted to run screaming away, like when she’d lock me up and leave me. But my cock always overturned my self-preservation. She taught me many things and by the time it was over, I was a very well trained slave. Having been captured by my teacher… professor… Mistress… she was, after all, all of those things- was the best thing that ever happened to me!