Blog : Professor Slave Boi

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5/12/2024 5:58 am

Professor Slave Boi

"Bring it with you on Thursday. Fortunately, I picked out some other things for you to wear today. You'll find your clothes on and next to the spanking bench in the dungeon. You can change in there and then present yourself to us before you start cleaning."

"Yes, Princess. Thank you Goddess."

As I walked downstairs to the dungeon, I was still trying to process Anna's extremely troubling remark a moment earlier. Not the fact that I had to work longer than two hours, nor that the mansion was especially messy. Rather, it was the fact that they were planning on inviting guests on Thursday, the day I was to spend four hours with them, including preparing and serving them dinner. They had promised me that I wouldn't be subjected to further exposure to other teachers at my university. Still, I had to risk asking, at some point, who they planned to invite to their "little get together."

Expecting to find a maid's uniform in the dungeon, I was not completely mistaken. Draped over the spanking bench were sheer black, thigh high stockings and a garter belt as well as a white lace maid's cap. On the floor next to the bench were a pair of what appeared to be brand new, black high heels. Presumably, these were purchased specifically for me and would not painfully pinch my small feet.

The garter had a velcro clasp, so was relatively easy to put on. I initially struggled attaching the metal clasps to the thigh highs, but got those on as well. I then put the on the ridiculous cap. Finally, the most challenging part: the heels. They were my size, thankfully, but I was very unsteady in them, even partially twisting my ankle when I first tried to walk in them. Regarding myself in a large mirror hung inside the door to the dungeon, I looked utterly absurd, especially with my bare torso and rock-hard sensitive nipples sticking out.

Anna laughed loudly when I wobbled my way into the living room, where she and Paul were now reclining on the couch. My tiny cock strained against its cage as I stood before my young monarchs, watching them scrutinize my ridiculously attired form.

"Don't worry, professor. You'll get used to the heels before you know it. Now let's see you curtsy."

The moment I was dreading. Should I confess to her that I had forgotten her instructions and beg her forbearance? Or should I wing it? I chose the latter, and chose unwisely. Not having a skirt to lift, I sort of mimicked lifting a phantom one and lamely bent my knees before standing straight again. There was no extending my right foot behind my left, no holding my position for two seconds when I bent my knees, no lowering my chin, no maintaining eye contact with my mistress. In other words, my improvisation was a dismal failure.

"That's pathetic sissy boi. Did you bother to practice at all?", asked Anna, with a scowl.

"Yes, Princess. Maybe I picked a bad how-to video."

"You only watched one? You didn't read anything about the different steps involved? It's not hard to find instructions on Google. I checked myself. You either are lying to me or you're a complete brainless bimbo. Is it really true that we can't leave marks on his cute ass.?", she asked Paul.

"For now, yes, unfortunately. But I think I've figured out some ways to punish our professor that won't leave any long lasting marks."

"Good. He deserves it. Maybe a little pain will help you remember to do what we tell you to do in the future, and to do it properly," said Anna to me.

"Yes, Princess Anna. I promise to study how to curtsy very carefully before Thursday."

"You better. Including a deep curtsy."

"But that doesn't get you off the hook for fucking up today," said Paul. "Now get busy."

I gathered up their dirty laundry first and started a load. The mansion was indeed a mess. I later learned that Paul and Anna simply never picked up after themselves. Why should they when they had a seemingly ever increasing stable of menials to do so for them. However, when one of the servants fell ill or for some other reason failed to clean on their allotted days, the next one paid the price, as I did that day. It was quite challenging walking in the heels, but Anna was correct that I got used to them fairly quickly. By the end of the nearly four hours I was with them that Tuesday, I was managing to walk in them reasonably steadily.

As I worked, I caught snippets of their conversation.

Anna said, "It's a bummer we don't get to control his little cocklet."

Paul replied, "I know. But I'm working on that. It's going to take a little time."

"That's good. Without control of his tiny cock, it doesn't feel like he's truly our slave, you know what I mean?"

"I do. Just be patient."

"How do you plan to do it?" Anna glanced at me. "Or don't you want him to hear?"

"I don't care if he hears or not. There's nothing he can do about it. The key is to make friends with Luke. He was willing to lend Rollins to us at the Ren Fair when we asked. My guess is he'll be willing to share him again. And regularly. Besides, Professor Larson told me Luke built a huge pool at his house. I'd love to swim there when the weather gets nice. Indoor pools just aren't the same. We enjoy nude sunbathing."

I knew that Paul had taken one of Neil's classes last year, but hearing that they had been in touch since the Ren Fair -- bonding over their shared love of nude swimming, no doubt -- was concerning. I hoped that there wasn't anything else they were bonding over.

Anna instructed me to use the Johnsons wax I had purchased to polish the expensive coffee table and end tables in their large living room. They watched TV as I worked around them, ordering me as they did last time to serve them drinks. The toothbrush was for me to clean the crevices in the tiled bathroom floor of the huge master bathroom. Anna said that the crevices made it difficult to thoroughly clean with a mop. That may have been true, but I suspected this was more about humiliation than cleanliness. She supervised me as I worked on my hands and knees, scrubbing the first few tiles, urging me to pay particular attention to those closest to the toilet. She stood in the entrance way, as I bent over with my panty-clad butt sticking out. Although my clitty fought against its chastity cage almost the entire time I was there that day, there were certain moments such as this that the throbbing was particularly unpleasant.

As I was mopping the kitchen floor, I heard an alarm go off.

"Get your ass in here slave.", I heard Paul yell from the living room. "It's time for your punishment. Normally, I don't administer correction until a servant has completed all assigned tasks for the day, but since we can't leave any visible marks on you for the time being, I'm going to make an exception for you. Five demerits from last week plus one from today. Not to mention your compete failure to learn how to properly curtsy. Get over my knees."

"But what about the punishment lines, sir?"

"You're questioning me? They were to address a separate issue: your idiotic obsession with academic integrity, professor."

"But, Sir, didn't you say that you would address my demerits on Thursday when I would be here longer?"

"That was before I knew you could stay here longer today. I intend to take advantage of it. But I'm also happy to administer part of your punishment today and part of it on Thursday. I'm sure that our guests will enjoy it."

"Uh Sir, I was meaning to ask you about that. You, you...you and Princess Anna promised you wouldn't tell anyone or show anyone..." My tongue was tied.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, professor. Our guests are Kelly and Archer," said Anna.

"Archer Princess?"

"Archer is Kelly's boyfriend. You two go way back. He saw you cleaning Luke's truck in a pink speedo and you cleaned his muddy boots at the Ren Fair. That was so much fun!, Anna giggled.

"What are you waiting for?," Paul snapped.

I walked over to him and lay across his knees. Across the knees of my student, dressed as some fetishized faggot maid. It was a truly surreal moment.

"The advantage of a hand spanking is that it can hurt quite a bit, but it won't leave marks. The redness will fade in a couple of hours, and I think I know how to go right up to the edge of leaving bruises without actually leaving them. The key is lots of repetition. I'm going to give you twenty spanks for each demerit. Normally, it would only be ten, but that's when I'm using a paddle, strap or crop. Or cane. We will inspect your cleaning when you're done, and any additional demerits you earn today will be addressed on Thursday." Paul rubbed my bubble butt with his hand as he spoke, a sensual exertion of control that I did not expect, making my tiny clitty throb in it's steel prison.

"Did you ever think you'd get to spank one of your professors?", Anna asked her dominant boyfriend with almost childlike delight.

"Great to check this one off the bucket list. Someday, I'd like to have a Senator or Governor over my knees."

"How about the President?"

"You never know. There are submissive cucks and closet masochists in all walks of life."

And with that observation, Paul's hand came down hard on my panty-clad bottom. It came down again and again. The first strike hurt, but it was the cumulative effect that really turned this hand spanking into a tear-inducing punishment. I managed to be fairly stoic until about the 30th strike. By around the 50th, I was kicking my smooth legs. Eventually I kicked with sufficient force that both of my heels came off. Although my sheer panties offered next to no protection, about midway through my punishment, Paul pulled them down and struck me on my cute bare bottom. Around the same time the tears came, I started squirming around on Paul's lap.

"Stay still slave!"

I tried, but as the spanks kept coming, I continued to squirm on his lap. Paul then reached between my legs and firmly grabbed my small balls. That certainly got my attention.

As he squeezed them, Paul said, "Do you think you can be still now slave?"

'Yes Master. I do Sir."

Through great exertion of will, I was able to remain still as Paul delivered the final twenty strokes. He pushed me roughly off his lap onto the floor after he finished.

"Normally, I would now make you stand in the corner with your ass on display for 30 minutes or so, but I want to make sure you have time to finish cleaning."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and replied, "Yes, Sir. Thank you Master, Sir."

Anna sat down next to Paul on the couch and, inserting her hand into his sweatpants. said, "That was hot. Did it excite you as much as it did me? Oh, I can feel that it did! Please fuck me with your huge cock on our freshly made bed."

"Sounds good, babe. If we're quick, he can wash the sheets again before he leaves."

Which is exactly what happened. Their inspection of my work only resulted in two additional demerits that day.

Before I left, Anna gave me detailed instructions for the meal I was to prepare on Thursday. Princess Anna also mentioned that I would be introduced to the art of cock sucking, which made my tiny clitty throb!

It was 9:30 PM by the time I got home. Given that Luke was away, I was hoping Brooke would release my tiny clitty when she got home and give me footjob or maybe even allow me to make love to her like she did on Thanksgiving. As exhausted as I was, I had been in a near constant state of frustrated sexual arousal throughout the day and its myriad humiliations, and I was dying to be released.

Unfortunately, Brooke had a difficult night at the restaurant (two men who hit on her, and one who stiffed her after she politely rebuffed him) and was in a foul mood. So instead of being released, I spent still more time on my now truly aching knees, giving her a long foot massage as she silently watched TV.

That was still the highlight of my long, long day. That's the life of a submissive and obedient sissy boi ........ with a tiny clitty!

tiusup 67M/67F

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5/12/2024 6:49 am

Good slut


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