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11/26/2022 1:22 pm

The Professor

i made it through my summer break, working, partying and dating a cute little blond named Sherry. She had just graduated high school and in the fall was off to college herself. We wasted little time together, finding wherever we could to enjoy each other’s company.
While i was having sex over the summer, it was all vanilla. Yes, i got to practice my oral skills for which Sherry was much appreciative. But she practiced hers on me as well and not once did she orgasm and i didn’t. But i really wasn’t complaining.
When the end of summer rolled around and i got back to college and started my classes, a lot of things were happening. No longer a freshman i got more involved in my areas of interest. This meant that not only was i getting into some classes other than large lectures but, in my case, i began working at the campus television station and writing some articles for the college newspaper.
This was all very exciting but the one class that i was most looking forward to was the one in human sexuality. It turned out to be pretty much what i had expected, an overview of the subject matter with an emphasis, as promised in the course description, of “different” behaviors. By different back in those days they meant mostly homosexuality but delved into other not-traditional aspects of sex.
The Professor was a woman in her 40s who encouraged students to call her by her first name, way ahead of the curve. Rebecca was, in most aspects, a fairly average woman with dark brown hair and green eyes. But hear her talk or get into a conversation with her and you knew she was very extraordinary.
Not only was she comfortable with who she was, she was also comfortable with who you were. Or even who you didn’t realize you were as yet.
Because of the basic nature of this course a lot of students who were questioning their sexuality were enrolled. i obviously didn’t fit in that classification. Still, i was one of the most willing to join in on class discussions and add my personal thoughts and insights to the lessons.
One day i was walking across campus and passed Rebecca. She said hello first and i politely stopped to respond in kind. She asked if i was enjoying her class and then asked me to stop by her office sometime.
A little perplexed because i couldn’t think of anything i had done to screw up or make her mad, i wandered into her office the following afternoon. After a few initial niceties Rebecca came right out with it. “You obviously aren’t gay and you don’t appear to be unsure about that. You aren’t in a major that requires this class. So why are you taking it?”
i hadn’t expected the question and was unprepared. i was embarrassed to tell the truth, that i was looking to learn more about Dominance and submission so i stammered some things about it being interesting and that it fit into my schedule but she wasn’t buying any of it.
Finally, after several minutes of going back and forth and her basically saying she didn’t believe me, i confessed. “i’m interested in some of the other areas that will be covered,” i admitted. When prodded for specifics i admitted my real reasons.
With her prompting me, once the gates opened i flooded her with my thoughts and ideals and what i was really trying to learn. She sat and listened. It was like a real confession in a way. As i told these things to someone else i began to feel a load lifted from my shoulders. Eventually she said she had to go to a meeting but that, if i was willing, she would like to continue the discussion at another time.
i met with her at her office again the following day. She gave me information that wasn’t in the book and picked away at all of my fantasies and fetishes. She wasn’t judgmental and was actually reassuring and encouraging. She said that there were a lot more people who shared my fetishes than i could imagine. “Because it’s out of the mainstream most people are afraid to admit it,” she said. i remember that line vividly because she used it in class when we began our discussion of some of these issues.
Eventually she gave me an address and told me when to be there. It was for a meeting of a bondage group in a nearby city. It took me about 45 very nervous minutes to get there but when i arrived i was surprised to see Rebecca there, dressed not for class but for the dungeon.
Everyone there was nice, saying hello and tossing about small talk. Several said that if i had any questions to please ask them. i was filled with so many that i didn’t know where to begin. Instead, i just took it all in.
The meeting was actually going to be a demonstration of some rope bondage and some candle play. Like the majority of the people there i was just in the audience. i made it a point to sit on the floor, a little off to the side. One of the Dommes there smiled and said i really didn’t have to sit there, that i could be comfortable on a chair. Rebecca replied for me, “I think he’s comfortable there.” i was.
As it turned out, Rebecca was one of the Dommes who was demonstrating that evening. Following some very intricate rope bondage by a large leather clad bear of a man, she came out with an older gentleman who was stripped naked and then strapped down on a table. She began to drip hot wax from candles onto this body, all the while explaining the concepts behind first the type of candle wax to use and then on such topics as where to drip and from what height for maximum pleasure.
Following the demonstrations Rebecca and i chatted a little bit. She said she wasn’t a hard core Domme and just did it on occasion. She actually had stepped in for this demonstration when the scheduled guest couldn’t make it.
Mostly she asked about how i felt as i watched things. Did some things scare me? i replied, “yes.” She answered, “That’s good. If you’re too willing to do anything you might end up getting hurt.” It was very sage advice that i didn’t always heed.


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