Digressions Into Erotica

teacher’s pet: it wasn’t the same this morning. I didn’t feel the same.

Professor Hand: Do you wish to discontinue our relationship?

teacher’s pet: NO! No, please? I just don’t know how this works. I guess.

I’ve never done this before.

Professor Hand: Oh, pet! I am your first? =) I am honored. Do you have any experience with this lifestyle?

teacher’s pet: no.

Professor Hand: Then I will truly be your teacher, pet. Your mentor. I will care for you. Rest assured, you are in good hands. =)

And so it began. His manner was supportive and nurturing, allowing Mariah to test the waters, find aspects of the various acts and rituals she enjoyed, and discover which things were not to her liking. It wasn’t long before he was the first person she contacted every morning, the last person she contacted before sleep. Each day, he gave her a task via email, an assignment she was to complete and confirm. One morning, when she arrived at the office, there was an email waiting for her.

Good morning, pet. Were you in a private office, I would have you sit on your stapler and imagine my shaft between your luscious lips. Pity you are in a rather public cubicle. =(Instead, I would like you to place two binder clips on top of your monitor. As you work today, you are to look at those clips and think of the clamps I would place upon you. Pinch your nipples when no one’s looking. Imagine my fingers replacing yours. =) Use your cell phone to take a picture of the clips. I will keep the picture up today, thinking of you as you think of me.

Mariah complied with his wishes, a secretive grin twitching her lips while she quietly snapped the photo of the clips on her monitor. By eleven a.m., she was soaking wet and had to sit forward on her chair as she typed. When the little envelope popped up in the corner of her screen, her knees trembled in anticipation.

Hello, pet. How is your day so far? Are you thinking about me?

Mariah typed furiously.

Yes! Oh, yes!

He responded to her message immediately.

Good pet. That’s my good girl. You deserve a reward, don’t you? You may go to the lady’s room and pleasure yourself before you eat your lunch.

Imagine you are bound to a chair, your legs splayed before me. Imagine me in front of you, crop in hand, licking your pussy and tapping your inner thighs at the same time.

Mariah raced to the restroom, slammed into a stall, and hiked up her skirt while she thumbed the lock. She sat so quickly on the toilet that the seat slid sideways, squeaking in protest. Her fingers were already on her crotch, clutching, fumbling for purchase on the slippery surface. She came almost immediately, and fought hard to keep it silent.

Holding it in made her head feel as if it were going to explode. She sagged against the tank and took a few minutes to regain her composure.

She had no appetite after, so instead went outside to smoke, then returned to her computer and emailed her Master.

Thank you, sir.

Was it good, pet? =)

Yes!

Will you do something for me, pet?

You’re asking?

This is beyond the realm of my power. You will learn that these things we do are at your discretion.

What would you have me do?

Will you send me a picture of yourself?

Mariah hesitated to respond. He didn’t allow her much time for doubt.

I would truly love to see you, pet. Are you afraid I’ll be disappointed?

Her heart sank. Here, he was probably thinking she was some tiny thing, all cute and trim. Yes, was all she could write.

Oh, pet. That makes me sad. Do you not know I love you? You are beautiful to me already. How can a mere image of you change that? Do you sincerely believe I’m so shallow?

Mariah searched her folders for an acceptable headshot and attached it as a response. His reply was immediate.

You are beautiful. Back to work now. I’ll email you when you get home.

Was that good or bad? She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to concentrate on her job.

That afternoon, Mariah arrived home and raced to her computer, opening her email even before she plunked into her chair.

May I call you on the phone, pet?

Without hesitation, Mariah entered her phone number and clicked ‘Send’.

The phone rang minutes later, and her whole body twanged, as if there were a string stretched taut from her pubis to her collarbone. The caller ID showed a long distance number.

“Hello?”

“Hello, pet. How is my good girl this afternoon?”

“Yay!”

He laughed. “Good pet. Where are you right now?”

“Sitting at my computer.”

“I want you to go to your bedroom.”

Mariah rose, ran up the stairs, and flopped down on her bed. “Okay,” she said with a small giggle.

“Lift your skirt and pull down your panties.” Mariah fumbled to comply, the phone wedged between cheek and shoulder. “Okay,” she panted.

“You are a good girl, my pet. Now spread your legs wid, and imagine they arestrapped to the corners of your mattress. You may bend your knees a bit, but your feetcannot move more than a few inches in either direction.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now touch yourself, pet. Describe what you feel.” Mariah slid her hand between her legs, spread her folds with her index and ring fingers, and prodded her clitoris with her middle finger.

“It feels warm and slippery.”

He groaned. “Good, good girl. Do you have your panties by your side?” Mariah glanced down. “Yes.”

“Put them in your mouth, pet. Stuff them all the way inside.” Mariah hesitated only a moment before she shoved her panties into her mouth, using her fingers to poke the wadded fabric against the insides of her cheeks.

“Ohhah,” she mumbled through the cloth.

“Oh, oh pet. That’s good. Very, very good.” A bit of static accompanied these words, the sounds of a phone shifting, rubbing against something. “Now, pet, close your eyes. Iam with you, standing at the end of the bed. Can you feel me there? Feel my handssliding up the insides of your legs. Feel my palms as they slap your sweet inner thighs.

Oh, you are ready for me, pet. Indeed. Look at how wet you are. You’re practicallydripping, my little slut.”

Mariah traced her vulva with her fingers, feeling the swell and the wetness. She dipped two fingers inside, then slid the other hand down her belly to finger her clitoris, moaning as she curled her inserted fingers.

He was panting into the phone. “I am on my knees between your legs, pet. I raiseyour hips and set your bottom on my thighs. Your feet cannot pull away from theirbindings, and your back is stretched and strained. Feel my shaft prodding you. I amready to enter, and you are frightened and excited. When I enter you, pet, you willcome. You will come harder than ever before, and you will tell me to fuck you like thelittle slut that you are.”