The hinges on the door to your office creaked as I pushed it open. I noticed you seated at your desk with your eyes firmly fixed on your laptop paying no attention to me as I made my way inside. It was the first semester I’d had you as a professor, but so far your reputation for being strict, brash, and a bit sexist proved to be correct. I’d always been a straight A level student, but I was struggling to pass your class which is why I was here.

If thought of ways to improve my grade for weeks now. I’d attended extra credit lectures with guest speakers, been extra polite toward you, and even tried my hand at flirting, but nothing worked. I was so frustrated by the fact that I was going outside of my morals just to get your attention and you seemed almost annoyed with me for it.

I didn’t know it, but you had noticed my advances and you had planned to take full advantage of them. My escalation to flirting with you was pretty transparent. You know that I wasn’t into you, but that I was trying to take advantage of you. It wasn’t meant to be insulting on my end, but as a girl with high morals who occasionally got up to partying, I was desirable to some extent. The thing I didn’t take into account was the fact that you were far more patient than the guys my age. You didn’t plan to have me suck your dick once and then pretend it never happened. You wanted to make me suffer for my grade to go up and you had every intention on making sure I did.

With that all being said, you knew that you wouldn’t have to blackmail me with videos or photos. My grade would be plenty to hold over my head. As you saw me step into your office and close the door, you noted my hair was up in braided pigtails and that I’d decided to wear my glasses. A light blue crop top accompanied the black skirt I’d decided to wear today. The skirt was modest and was not as short as one may think as it reached down to my mid-thighs, but beneath it hid a pussy that was not covered by any underwear. I’d made sure to remove my thong in the bathroom near your office just in case I had to resort to flashing you.

“Professor Williams! How are you doing this afternoon?” I asked with a warm smile painted on my face. My eyes making sure to focus on yours as I stepped toward your desk inside of the relatively spacious and windowless office. The smile was fake as could be, but I wore it proudly doing my very best to catch your eye again. ———————————————————————

This is a pretty straightforward scene that I intend to be played out over the long term. My character is name Phoebe and she is a senior in college who is doing her best to make it into that large state university’s masters program. My grade in this course could mean I wouldn’t make it into this program and I’d be desperate to change that.

Phoebe is an outspoken and independent individual that lives off campus in an apartment with a roommate. In being a senior, she does not have as many classes as she once did leaving her a bunch of free time. She also does not work and her mother pays for most of the things she does. The small amount of money she makes comes from door dashing.

I’m happy to provide a photo reference for Phoebe. If you have questions, feel free to ask them. Alternatively, if you’d like to go ahead and start us off, feel free to do so!

Kinks: BDSM, humiliation, forced orgasms, squirting, verbal degradation, outfit control, face slapping, mild pain, begging, caging and confinement, cream pies, face fucking, toys, realism, predicament bondage, TPE, 24/7, non-con and I’m sure there is more I’m forgetting to include

Limits: Blood, watersports, scat, animals, altering my physical appearance, marking my body permanently, overly public play