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Personalised Story: The Professor’s Sissy Maid Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-11-09 23:43:46 +0000 UTC
Melvin stood nervously at the centre of the brightly lit auditorium stage, shifting his weight under Professor Vivienne Cross's intense, appraising gaze as she approached him in her sleek black latex outfit.
Clad in a sleek black latex ensemble that gleamed under the bright lights, she radiated an aura of control and precision. Her black stiletto heels clicked softly against the polished stage floor as she approached, her eyes fixed steadily on his face. With a firm grip on a black riding crop, she commanded him to strip.
Melvin took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he started to unbutton his shirt, a sense of vulnerability settling over him in the vast, empty auditorium. His cock was trying its best to get hard within the confines of the chastity belt, but the steel was unrelentling.
With each piece of clothing he removed, the cool air brushed against his skin, sharpening his awareness of the moment. At last, he stood exposed before her, wearing only the sleek chastity device he had grown accustomed to, his clothes neatly folded in a nearby pile.
"Good boy," she murmured, trailing the riding crop lightly across his exposed ass.
Melvin could hardly believe he was standing naked, wearing only his chastity device, in front of his professor in the empty auditorium. She circled him slowly, dressed in a dominatrix-style black latex outfit, a whip held confidently in her hand.
He felt a long string of precum leak down from the chastity cage which made him go red in the face with embarrassment.
"Melvin," she began, her voice a smooth, measured tone that resonated in the empty hall, "today, we’re going to focus on refining the outer layers of yourself—removing distractions and softening the rough edges if you will."
Melvin swallowed, feeling both nervous and oddly intrigued as his cock strained within the confines of the chastity belt. She held up a small silver case, opening it with a quiet click to reveal a range of grooming tools, creams, and lotions. Each item seemed meticulously arranged, each product gleaming with purpose.
Professor Cross gave a faint, approving nod as she held out a sleek tube of hair removal cream, her gaze sharp and expectant.
"Now," she instructed, her voice low and composed, "cover yourself with this, thoroughly. I want every inch smooth and bare."
Melvin’s hands shook slightly as he took the cream from her, his face flushed as he squeezed some into his palm. Starting at his arms, he began to spread the cool cream over his skin, working it in slowly under her watchful eyes. The cream felt strange, almost tingling as it settled, and he moved from his arms to his chest, covering each area with deliberate care.
"Don’t rush," she reminded him, her tone firm but calm. "Take your time. Evenness and thoroughness are key."
Melvin nodded, trying to focus on her words, though his heart raced. He continued down his torso, feeling the cream soften his skin as he spread it across every inch, moving to his legs and then his back, reaching each area as best he could. Professor Cross circled him, occasionally offering quiet adjustments and directing him to missed spots with a subtle point of her finger.
Melvin was acutely aware of his vulnerability. Completely naked, with his professor fully clothed, a wave of humiliation and submission washed over him. The contrast between their attire felt almost stark—her professional, commanding presence in her latex outfit, while he stood naked and bare. His mind raced, the reality of his submission settling deep in his thoughts, acknowledging his position in front of her.
Once he had finished, she stepped back, inspecting his work with a critical eye. After a moment, she nodded in satisfaction.
"Now, rinse it off," she instructed, gesturing toward a nearby wash basin.
Melvin followed her command, washing the cream away with some bottled water, leaving his skin bare and smooth. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of embarrassment and accomplishment as he returned to stand before her, feeling the cool air against his now hairless skin.
Professor Cross handed Melvin a bottle of lotion, its label a soft pastel colour that contrasted with the intensity of her presence. "Now, apply this all over your body," she instructed, her voice steady and authoritative. "It will soften your skin and make it more... refined."
Melvin took the bottle, his hands still slightly trembling, and began to pour the creamy lotion into his palm. The cool texture of the lotion contrasted with the warmth of his skin as he began massaging it in, working it into his arms, chest, and legs. The scent of the lotion was light and pleasant, almost floral, and as he continued applying it, he could feel his skin becoming smoother, and softer to the touch. He tried to focus, following her instructions carefully, making sure every part of his body was covered.
"Good," Professor Cross remarked, her gaze never leaving him. "Now, for the final touch."
She reached for another bottle, this one with a delicate, elegant design, and handed it to him. "This," she explained, "will give you a subtle fragrance. Something... more feminine. Apply it lightly to your neck, your wrists, and behind your ears."
Melvin uncapped the bottle, a faint floral fragrance rising from it. He dabbed a bit onto his fingers and followed her directions, applying it gently to the recommended areas. As the scent spread across his skin, it felt almost foreign to him, but the smoothness from the lotion and the soft floral fragrance seemed to create a transformation that was hard to ignore. It felt like an awakening of sorts—something subtle yet undeniably present.
Professor Cross stepped closer, her gaze assessing his work. "Perfect," she said, her tone cool and pleased. "Now you're ready to begin truly refining yourself. Keep this routine, and you'll notice the changes."
Professor Cross’ black latex outfit gleamed under the lights as she moved with purposeful elegance. She circled Melvin slowly, her eyes scanning every inch of his body with a sharp, discerning gaze.
"Let's see," she murmured, her voice soft but firm as her fingers gently traced over his smooth, lotion-covered skin. She paused at his back, the soft light casting shadows over his skin. "One here," she said, tapping her finger at a small patch of hair near the base of his spine.
Melvin’s heart raced, standing still, his skin tingling under her touch. She continued her slow inspection, her eyes flicking over his thighs, his bum, his legs—each movement precise, as though she was measuring something more than just his physical appearance.
"Two… three, four," she counted quietly, marking each missed spot with a tap of her finger. Her voice remained calm but was tinged with the authority that had never left her. "Five... six..." She continued, counting as her fingers traced the patches of hair he'd missed, mainly along his lower back, bum, and the back of his legs.
As she circled him, she paused, her gaze narrowing. "Seventeen... eighteen... twenty," she counted, her fingers now more insistent as they glided over his skin, pointing out each missed hair with a precise touch. She didn’t hesitate, pointing out more spots as she reached around to his backside. "Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven..."
Melvin felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, but he remained still, acutely aware of each number as she called them out.
"You're not being thorough enough," she said, stepping back to observe him. Her eyes were sharp and unwavering. "You missed twenty-seven spots, mostly on your bum and the back of your legs."
She unhooked a pair of handcuffs from her belt, fastening them around his wrists and securing them behind his back. Then, with a firm but controlled motion, she bent him over the desk at the front of the room.
She then traced the riding crop lightly across his ass before delivering a sharp crack against his skin.
"You must be more careful, Melvin," she said, her voice firm. "You missed twenty-seven spots, so that means twenty-seven strikes to punish your sloppiness."
"Do you understand?" she asked, her voice steady.
"Yes, Professor," he panted in reply.
She delivered another sharp crack of the whip across his ass, then added, "You will address me as Mistress during these sessions, Melvin. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied as he could feel the precum leaking from the chastity belt covering his feet. He had never been so turned on in his entire life.
She looked at him with a steady gaze and instructed, "Count each strike, Melvin. After each one, repeat the number, then say, 'Thank you for punishing me, Mistress. May I have another one, please?' Do you understand?"
Melvin nodded, feeling a mixture of anxiety and anticipation as he braced himself.
Snap! The whip cracked against his right cheek.
"One. Thank you for punishing me, Mistress. May I have another one, please?"
Snap! This time, the whip landed on his left cheek.
“Two. Thank you for punishing me, Mistress. May I have another one, please?"
This continued until she had delivered twenty-seven lashes to his exposed ass.
"I expect you to follow this skincare routine every day, Melvin. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied, his breath shallow as he winced from the welts across his ass.
Good, now my next lecture starts in twenty minutes so we need to get you into position.
"Position?" he asked, his voice uncertain, as he felt her fasten a collar around his neck. She then led him by a leash to the lectern at the front of the auditorium.
He noticed a small gap in the wooden podium as she guided him to his knees and positioned him inside. Securing the handcuffs to the interior of the podium, she made sure he couldn’t move.
"Stay right here," she said, her tone firm. "I can't deliver a lecture dressed like this. I'll be back in a moment."
With a wink, she walked out of the auditorium, leaving him there, unable to go anywhere.
Melvin couldn’t believe what was happening. Here was completely naked beside the chastity belt and collar around his neck cuffed inside the small wooden podium at the front of the lecture hall and there was a lecture in twenty minutes..
Professor Cross returned a few minutes later in a black leather top and skirt that left nothing to the imagination.
She smirked down at Melvin, her gaze sharp. "Oh, you're still here?" she said, her tone implying that he might have thought he could escape, despite his hands being cuffed behind his back and secured inside the wooden podium.
"Now, it’s time for the next part of your program, Melvin," she said as she positioned herself at the podium.
Melvin released he was face-to-face with her crotch where was standing as she lifted her skirt and placed it over his head.
Melvin was rock-hard inside the chastity belt as he realised Professor Cross wasn’t wearing any panties. He was mere inches away from her perfect wet pussy.
"Good morning, Professor," Melvin heard as students began to file into the auditorium.
"Oh my god, what if I’m caught like this?" he panicked internally.
"Good morning, Susan," Professor Cross replied, her voice calm and unaffected, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Soon, Melvin heard the sound of hundreds of people flooding into the auditorium, the rustle of movement and the scraping of chairs as students took their seats.
Though he was locked inside the podium, completely naked, Melvin couldn’t shake the feeling that all eyes were on him.
As soon as everyone was seated, Professor Cross addressed the class. "Alright, it’s time to get started," she said. "We have a two-hour lecture to get through."
As she said it was time to get started Melvin felt her hand on the back of his head as it guided him towards her wet pussy.
He needed no further instructions and began to slowly lick her lips and start to eat out her glorious pussy while his cock strained within the confines of the chastity belt.
Melvin listened on as his professor gave a presentation to several hundred people while his tongue was inside her wet pussy.
She seemed to say things during her presentation that were masked as instructions for him.
"Stay there and keep your rhythm up," she repeated to the class as Melvin sucked on her clit like he would his thumb,
He couldn’t believe what was happening. Yesterday he was ogling his sexy professor and now here he was worshipping her pussy in such a public place.
For two hours Melvin worshipped his professor's pussy while she delivered a presentation to several hundred people.
He felt her orgasm several times throughout her presentation as her hands gripped the side of the podium so hard her fingers were white.
Melvin had leaked so much from the chastity cage a small pool was forming between his legs. Here she was cumming over and over while his cock and balls were locked away under her control.
Melvin finally heard the auditorium empty as the lecture came to an end.
Once the room was empty, Professor Cross stepped back and looked down at Melvin with a smile.
"Good boy, Melvin," she said. "Your technique still needs some work, but you really put a lot of effort into your assignment today."
Melvin was in so much discomfort, his tongue cramped from strain, that he couldn’t even respond to her.
"I see you enjoyed yourself," she remarked, nodding toward the pool of precum between his legs.
"Please let me cum”, he croaked out as he tried to speak.
"Not until we're much further along in the program, Melvin."
She leaned down and began to uncuff his hands from the podium before removing the handcuffs.
"That reminds me, our next session will be this Thursday," she said, handing him back his clothes. "In the meantime, keep up with your skincare routine."
Without a glance back, she walked out of the auditorium, leaving Melvin standing there.
Melvin quickly out on his clothes and then stumbled out of the room in a state of incredible horniness. I have just spent the last two hours eating my professor’s pussy to multiple orgasms while locked away in chastity.
"I have to cum. I'll do whatever she wants on Thursday’s session," he thought to himself as he wondered what she had planned next for the program.
