a landing zone for my horniness

Jessie felt the collar before she saw it. The cool metal pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat from behind, wrapping around her neck just loosely enough to keep her from feeling strangled, and it snapped shut with a click that implied a lock as well as a latch. Jessie didn't even have time to process the first stab of panic and confusion before a woman stepped in front of her holding a leash clipped to a ring on the front of the collar--Jessie thought she recognized her from the campus directory, Professor Parkinson or Parkington or something--and asked, "Do you know what this is, slut?"

And obviously there was so much Jessie wanted to say. She wanted to tell this weirdo in black leather and platform heels that raised her height a full nineteen inches over Jessie's head that just because she was a blonde in a crop top and short shorts it didn't make her a slut, and she wanted to tell her that she had no business doing some weird BDSM thing to students, and she wanted to pointedly remind the professor that this was a public place and she could get fired for treating a student the way she was treating Jessie. But somehow all those defiant thoughts seemed to drain away into meek, simpering submission as she stared up into the older woman's deep brown eyes, and she found herself unable to say anything more than, "Y-yes ma'am. It's a leash and collar, ma'am."

The professor smirked. "And if you're leashed and collared, you must be a pet, mustn't you?" It seemed like a patently absurd assertion on the face of it, one that should have made Jessie bristle in defiance and pull free from the other woman's grip, but… but there was a scattering of other students around the quad, and none of them looked at her like she was the one in the right here. They all watched with a dispassionate interest tinged with the slightest hint of arousal, like they were all just waiting for the moment when Professor Parks tugged on the leash and put this dumb bitch in her place, and it sapped the strength and energy from Jessie's resistance so swiftly and completely that she couldn't even speak. She just nodded deferentially, and something seemed to click into place inside her mind the same way the collar clicked shut around her throat.

The older woman said, "Pets don't wear clothes, sweetie," and whatever part of Jessie still remained free and clear inside her head was kind of amazed by how quickly she stripped out of her clothing. It was like the initial struggle to refuse her new role was the most important one, and now that she'd lost that battle she couldn't refuse all the logical corollaries that came along with being a leashed and collared animal instead of a human being. Her short shorts, her panties and her bra all came off, and when the professor noticed Jessie's dilemma in getting the crop top past the leash around her neck she simply yanked the shirt so hard it tore, allowing Jessie to slide it down past her waist instead. Within moments, she was totally naked.

Then the older woman tugged on the leash, driving Jessie down to the grass, and accompanied the physical command with a lovingly snarled, "Down, girl." Jessie got on all fours, her thoughts already fading into stupefied surrender as she accepted her place, and she crawled obediently away from the quad and her old life at the heels of her new owner. And the most embarrassing thing about it all was that everyone behind her could see how wet she was.

"oh baby, looks like someone's feeling tingly, hmm?"

"you messy girl, you've soaked through your panties"

"such a drooly little thing"

slipping her hands into my panties and showing me the mess i've made.

"clean my fingers, such a whiny thing"

shoving her fingers down my throat.

pup needs an owner that calls him "sweet puppy" "good boy" "pretty pup" when he takes his punishment like a good mutt would

pup needs an owner that pins him down and inspects his puppyparts as soon as they get home from work to make sure he hasn't been touching himself while owner was gone.

pup needs an owner that grabs his hair and forces him down on owners tcock.

Shoving a cum lathered, latex inflatable gag into their mouth. They try to pull away but I'm positioned to hold them fast while the buckle gets done up.

They start to fight back, but they're at a disadvantage, pinned between my legs, and still disoriented. I work the pump quickly, and their jaw is stretched open until I hear a guttural whimper. Panicked, nasal breaths. The soft whistle of the release valve, a promised escape. Eventually.

Having a symbiotic alien that just crawls into my cunt, settles in nice and deep, filling me up completely, although not enough to hurt or interfere with walking. It might have little tendrils keeping my cunt spread open, but once it gets comfortable, I just stays there, all the time. If I get fucked, it stays inside me, making me seem tighter while also absorbing any cumload I take, maybe for sustenance. It might decide to make me orgasm when it pleases, too, just thrusting and vibrating inside of me and massaging my clit until I clamp down and come. Any time I have to piss, it allows me to, although it might also either slide something into my urethra to plug it and make me suffer with my full bladder, or to empty it and drink my piss, or to overstimulate me and make me wet myself.

It all made sense to Jessie after Mona explained it, even though by the time she fully got it through her head she was weary from the long bout of mental exertion and her eyes felt so heavy she could barely keep them open. Once she thought about it, the frame was an absolutely vital part of the process--it kept her head, arms and legs locked in place, so she didn't wriggle around too much once the fucking machine got going and accidentally do herself some kind of injury. Plus, it was going to help keep her gaze angled properly to see the screen, although Jessie couldn't help agreeing that it wasn't going to matter much because her eyelids were going to slip shut after only a few minutes of watching Mona's special videos.

And the fucking machine was important because it was going to keep her cunt simmering with arousal the whole time she was watching and listening, and Jessie understood now that when her pussy was wet and her clitty was throbbing she had an easier time soaking up Mona's words into her empty, horny head. Mona had been demonstrating that to her for… for a while now, although Jessie wasn't sure how long she'd been lying across her new neighbor's lap with her clothes halfway off and her legs spread so Mona could tease her slick labia, and Jessie had to admit it was pretty effective. She--she literally had to. Mona was never going to let her cum if she didn't.

And speaking of her disheveled and halfway-discarded clothes, Jessie realized right about then that she needed to be fully naked before she crawled over to the frame resting on the floor and put her hands and feet and head into the cuffs and collar for Mona to buckle nice and tight. It wasn't just that she needed to make sure her pussy was fully exposed so the big, thick dildo her neighbor had chosen could fully sink into her slick and dripping cunt; no, Mona had explained everything to her, and all the confusion in Jessie's foggy brain had been replaced by sleepy conviction thanks to her patient tutelage. Jessie needed to be naked because it would make her feel vulnerable, and vulnerability helped her accept Mona's unswayable and perfect authority so she could learn even better.

And of course Jessie needed to learn how to be a good girl. That was… that was practically axiomatic, although Jessie's cunt clenched hard around Mona's teasing fingers as she realized that despite being a grad student in mathematics at a prestigious Ivy League college she was having trouble remembering what a big word like 'axiomatic' even meant. Jessie needed to be trained because obedience was pleasure, and the more she sank into deep trance and opened herself up to Mona's programming the better her pussy felt and the happier she became. That was probably the hardest thing to understand, and Jessie remembered how much she'd whimpered and moaned in weak, useless defiance even though her body was already too heavy to move and she couldn't make herself move away from the older woman's sensual touches. But all that silly, confused resistance was gone now, and Jessie finally knew what she had to do.

So she crawled across the floor and let herself be hooked into the frame. She stared vacantly into space while Mona adjusted the extension properly to make sure she was going to get the deep-dicking an obedient good girl deserved. And then she stared into the spiral as it began to twist and turn on the screen in front of her, and found so much more to understand within its bottomless depths.