moaning prettily

"Did I do okay?" Yulia asks.

"Six out of ten," Rachel says, writing the number at the top with a flourish. "And after all that time we spent on integrals, too."

"I did my best," Yulia says in a small voice. "It's just, um."

"It's just that you're a dumb little girl?" Rachel fills in, finally looking up at Yulia. Yulia's clit throbs.

Yulia tries to protest, "The dildo--"

"The dildo didn't make you a dumb little girl," Rachel says, pointedly pushing the paper back across the table at Yulia. Yulia squirms in her seat. "You know what this means."

"I--" She swallows. "I just--"

"Stand up."

Yulia stands, bending over the table without even needing to be asked so Rachel can pull down her pants and panties and then slide the dildo back into her dripping cunt. Immediately, she feels her brain soften, so much so that she almost misses Rachel also slipping a vibrator against her clit to, which she secures in place with Yulia's panties.

The vibrator switches on, and Yulia whimpers.

"It's so buzzy," she mumbles, any other word for what's happening between her legs slipping between her fingers. "And my cunt feels so full."

dogs have something called an opposition reflex. you apply force or pressure, they oppose it (unless trained to yield to it). you start to pull back on the leash? they strain forward even more. you try to push a heavy dog off your lap? it's like you can feel them pressing back against your hand. some people get frustrated by this (understandably), but as a trainer, i love it for building drive. when training forward momentum (recall, scent tracking, pulling a bike, etc), i pull them back slightly to create more desire to move forward. if i'm teaching a solid "hold" cue, i try to pull the object out of the dog's mouth to get them to bite down harder. you get the idea.

"Oh my god! She's actually doing it! Can you believe this little slut?" The words should have mortified Kellie, and admittedly she did feel the prickly heat of a blush spreading all the way from her cheeks down to her bare chest… but it didn't stop her from taking the rest of her clothes off, and she felt a different kind of heat between her thighs as she watched a total stranger giggle with contemptuous glee at just how pathetically submissive Kellie truly was. Her former professor was watching, her approving gaze helping to steady Kellie's fluttery nerves, but it still felt like she was brushing up against the ragged edge between excitement and terror as she stood naked before them.

"I told you," Abigail said, and it was a sign of just how firmly ingrained their dynamic was that Kellie kept thinking of her as Professor Landry even in the privacy of her own head. "This girl's had it bad for me since freshman year, she was such a teacher's pet that she took every class I offered and raised her hand every time I asked a question. I knew if we just called her and told her to come over she'd be so horny she would do every slutty little thing I asked." Abigail shifted position to display her furry cunt even more lewdly, lounging naked on the couch next to the other woman Kellie didn't recognize with a comfortable familiarity that hinted at years of decadent lesbian sex. "Isn't that right, sweetie pie?"

Kellie tried to tell herself it was more complicated than that. She tried to insist to herself that Abigail must have left some kind of hidden programming in her head from all those psych classes and all those hypnosis demos she volunteered for, and now it was unpacking itself and leaving her utterly unable to resist the insidious charms of her former professor. But deep down she knew better. Yes, there was a trigger. Yes, she was in light trance when she agreed to come over. But the aching throb in Kellie's clit wasn't something she'd been hypnotized to feel. It was what being hypnotized did for her. "Yes, ma'am," she murmured meekly. "I'll do every slutty thing you ask."

Abigail chuckled. It was less cruel than the laughter of her companion but it made Kellie's cunt throb so much harder with humiliated arousal. "Well, why don't we just test that?" she asked, taking the other woman's leg and gently draping it over her thighs. "Come over here and eat my friend's pussy, sweetie. Show me you're just such a needy little bitch that you'd lick out a stranger to make me happy." Kellie heard herself let out a small, keening whimper, but it already felt like it was coming from someone else and she knew she was beginning to dissociate just a tiny bit. It was a sign of trance, but it also felt like the only way she could go through with an act of submission this total. She had to believe she was just a passenger in her own body.

And certainly lust was the one in the driver's seat of her brain right now. It was pure, thoughtless arousal that sent Kellie down to her knees and crawling across the floor to seal her lips against a total stranger's pussy, and arousal that sent her tongue spiking deep into the other woman's soaking folds in her first lesbian experience. "What a trip!" Abigail's friend cackled, tangling her fingers into Kellie's curly red hair and pressing her closer. "What an absolute fucking trip!" Abigail's blush deepened, even though she never stopped licking, and she felt her own cunt beginning to leak musk down her thighs as the final, mortifying truth sank in. She'd been waiting years for this, saving herself for her former professor even though she knew how unrealistic that was… and now here she was, less than two feet away from Abigail, and all she could do was obediently service her lover. And god was that so embarrassingly, pathetically hot.