Submission at its finest

Hungry...

  I’m sorry M-M-Miss. *her breathing becomes shallow as she struggles not to make the girl any angrier*. I’ll l-leave you alone now.

Hey... Hey. *pushes her hair out of her face* Shh, baby it's okay. I'm a submissive, don't worry. And I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm sorry. 

Hungry...

Are you… Sure? *she bites her lip, not sure whether Natasha wants to be left alone or needs help.*

I said I'm fine okay?

Hungry...

Do you want me to get something for you?

Sex... sex is good. [private]

Yes... Yes tell me that again. I want to be with you. I think about you all the time too. All the time. Don't change your mind again.

Sex... sex is good. [private]

I like you too... But you're the one who told me we couldn't do this.

Once the Morlatt girl was pressed up against the desk, face against its top, Siobahn smiled slightly. Although the smile did not reach her eyes. Seeing Natasha bound, bent and following what Leordes ordered so willingly… The professor went around to the back of her student and gripped her sides, feeling the girls bare skin in her hands, herself brushing up against Natasha’s backside only barely. “Hmm.” Siobahn said in thought, squeezing  the student’s sides and then releasing them, to trail her long fingers, her nails, lower towards the girl’s backside. The professor leaned back to get a better look, her expression as though she were studying something rather than a someone. She grazed her palms up the Morlatt girls buttocks, closing her fingers about her cheeks - as much as she could fit into her hands - to spread them apart, revealing more. Siobahn used two fingers to give the girls dripping sex a few teasing strokes, her brows raising slightly at the feel of it. 

Natasha listened at the professor walked around behind her. She was getting the impression that the professor was a bit of a sadist, and that frightened her slightly, but it didn't bother her in the slightest. She shuddered when she felt the older woman's hands gripped her sides, her pussy growing even wetter as she felt Leordes brush up against her. She pushed back involuntarily, but immediately forced herself to sit still. She needed to be touched. Natasha winced, biting down on the gag as she felt nails dig into her skin and drag down her body. She felt helpless, she couldn't do anything but sit there, pressing her face harder against the wood as her ass was grabbed and then spread. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, so she couldn't do much, but she clenched her fists, attempting to choke back a whimper as she felt fingers slide along her opening. Please. She didn't dare attempt to speak. But her mind was screaming. 

Sex... sex is good. [private]

It does? Why?

Sex... sex is good. [private]

Do you want to be with me? Does it... Bother you when I talk about having sex with other people?

Oh well

I'm sorry! I really am! I wish I could be good enough for you! But I'm scared... I'm too scared to get attached.

Sex... sex is good. [private]

I don't know. Because you're beautiful. And you have an amazing voice, and you care about me. And you're broken. And you let me be in charge.

Oh well

I... You know that's not true. I think... You know I think you're amazing...

Sex... sex is good. [private]

Well you keep pissing me off. And you just got mad at me because I /mentioned/ having sex with a man and then acted like I was an idiot for asking if that was allowed...

Sex... sex is good. [private]

Yes. Christina. I've been here for a few years, thanks. You're the one that got all pissy when I mentioned it. Make up your fucking mind.

Oh well

I'm sorry... That wasn't... Fair. That's not true.

Sex... sex is good.

I know, I know… I’m sorry. 

We can... have sex with other people, can't we? I mean we're not... like that. 

Oh well

Not getting punished is good, but being forgotten? That’s probably not good.

Maybe she just decided you weren't worth it.