Dominant Maggie
By John_salen.
This one student’s name was Maggie. She was 5’7, blonde and beautiful. She had an amazing body – a great ass and perfect tits, but honestly, it was her face that always grabbed my attention. After scoping out her social media pages, I could tell that she had tried some modeling as an older teen. I’m not sure how successful it was, but she had posted some pictures of herself in a bathing suit, and I jerked off to them several times.
I guessed she was 23 when she entered my class one year after finishing her master’s degree. I never overtly flirted with her, but just enough that she could probably see I was attracted to her. At the beginning of the course, in the fall semester, we started having a nice, fun rapport. Occasionally, in class, there would be a few back-and-forth jabs and a few little smiles – but, like the rest of the class, I tried to create a warm environment, especially because it was challenging.
By the end of the Fall semester, however, she did not like me, and it was obvious in her emails to me and her demeanor in class–virtual and in person. This, I suspected, was because she was barely turning in work. It was generally ok when she did, but I refuse to not grade her lower for the late assignment. She was carrying about a C average. Around December, she turned in her final paper and wrote me this email to follow it:
“Professor,
I’ve attached my final paper. I realize it’s late but this will not affect my grading. You will grade this as if it had been turned in on time.
I want to meet before next semester starts to review a few things. I can’t tolerate how you’ve approached grading my work for another five months.
Let me know your availability. I want to meet in person and off campus.”
I read this email around 10 p.m. on the final night before grades were due. I had been ready to fail her until she finally sent this email with her final paper, which was very late. But I had yet to expect this email. For the first 5 minutes, I just felt anger. Who did this young student think she was?? I felt completely within my rights to grade in the ways I did, and no student would win if they decided to challenge me.
But then, I read the email again. And again. And again. And I started to get very hard. I have a 5-inch penis, which is below average, I suppose, but it’s very thin–far below average. I’ve always been insecure about it since a girlfriend in my early 20s had complained she couldn’t feel it.
I started to stroke my pencil dick as a read the email. It was very hot. “You will grade this as if I turned it in on time.” I mean, this was an order from a very hot student.
As I jerked off, it occurred to me I should write back in desperate hope for a reply. As I started to type, I also thought about how this still had to remain professional. What could I write that showed my submission without seeming like there was any sexual undertone?
So I just wrote back, “Yes, Maggie, I understand. I’ll do as you suggest. Here are some times that work for me to meet you in early January.”
I sent it and waited, still stroking. I was feeling close to cumming when I heard a ding. She wrote simply: “That’s good you understand. I worked hard on this paper and will be surprised if it’s anything less than an A+. Let’s meet at the pub below on your third date option. I will see you next semester.”
And that was it. I exploded within 10 seconds, knowing I would give her a perfect score no matter what.
Through the rest of December and the holidays, I probably jerked off 20 times to the email. I contemplated writing to her and asking if she was satisfied with her perfect grade, but I was too nervous to do it over my university email. Just about a week before classes started, I got an email from her to my email, which I always include on the syllabus.
“Professor,
Can you still meet me at our scheduled place and time next week? Once again, I want to go over a few things.
I saw the grade you entered for last semester. Good boy.
-Maggie”
I wrote back to say I was still planning to go, and afterward, I think I came about five times in an hour. It was the hottest email I’d ever received. It was exactly what I had always wanted….to be a submissive bitch to a hot, younger woman. Still, I wasn’t sure what she wanted to “go over, ” which made me nervous.
I met her on what turned out to be a surprisingly warm day – I lived in Florida. I saw her walking toward the pub entrance before I reached it, so I waited. She had on a a small dark blue summer dress, wearing sandals. Her blonde hair was down, and her skin was tan. Her boobs must have been a solid C-cup, and she showed off just enough cleavage to make my dick start to get hard. She was fucking hot.
“Hi, professor!” She was surprisingly cheery.
“Well, hi! You can call me John if you’d like.”
“Ok, that’s fine. Let’s go in – I’m sweating out here.”
I opened the door, and she walked in. We grabbed a small table in the corner. Few people were there, but those quickly eyed the blonde hottie I was with. As she walked ahead of me, her ass swayed in front of my eyes. She had a perfect bubble butt, and I think I could see her thong outline, but I wasn’t positive.
We both sat down and ordered an appetizer and water. She then ordered wine, and I grabbed a beer. The waitress asked for her ID and said, “Wow, I only turned 21 a few months ago, huh?”
“Yep! Legal to drink now!”
I was surprised. “Wait, how are you only 21 and almost finished grad school?”
“I graduated a year early in undergrad and went straight into the master’s program. Your class is my last.”
This surprised me. She wasn’t dumb, but she lacked the intellect or ambition to graduate from college an entire year early. It seemed odd.
We talked about our holiday break—all very nonserious stuff. She seemed nervous or almost shy until her second glass of wine when she became more talkative. In retrospect, I think she was trying to gauge whether she could test me or whether I’d try to get her into trouble.
“So,” I said, “what did you want to go over anyway? I was curious.”
“Oh, that. Yes. I think you know, John.”
I grinned. I didn’t know. “I mean, is this about your late papers? What?”
“Yes, and more. Pay this bill and meet me outside. I will use the lady’s room and meet you outside.” She didn’t say it in a bitchy way, but certainly in an assertive tone that I hadn’t heard her have before. It was like a different person.
I paid and went outside. I could feel my pencil dick getting hard from her order. She came out in a minute and said, “Come on. Follow me.”
We walked about 100 yards, or 2-3 blocks, until we came to an apartment unit. She opened the front door, and we walked up one set of stairs and entered her apartment.
She pointed to the living room. “Have a seat.”
I felt nervous. I went in and sat down. She was in full control. And I couldn’t believe she had invited me to her apartment. The place was very clean and basic—what you’d expect from a 21-year-old. I noticed only one bedroom and got the sense that she lived alone. She went around the living room and closed the blinds on the window. Why, I wondered?
She then walked over and sat on the couch while I was in a chair across from her. She crossed her legs. Her sandals hung down slightly, and I could see her pink toenails.
“Sorry, it’s so hot in here. I just put the AC on. I’m sweaty. I can’t believe it’s so hot out.”
“I know, it’s never this hot this at this–”
“John, I brought you here to establish some rules, ” she interrupted. “Are you ready?”
“Uhhh….yes?”
“I know you are.” She patted the couch to the right of her, clearly indicating for me to sit beside her, so I got up and moved. She smelled so good—a mix of whatever perfume she had on and some sweat.
“I kinda have a feeling you have a crush on me.” She smiled and put her hand on my leg when she said this. My dick grew hard. “And it’s ok. Im glad.”
Wow. I couldn’t believe it. Maybe she wanted to date me? I was incredibly excited. She kept her hand on my leg and said, “Will you do something for me, John?”
“Yes.” I realized when I said it that it came out very desperate.
“Good. Take off my sandals, please.” I took them off her feet and placed them on the floor. She then sat back at the end of the couch and placed her feet in my lap. “Massage, please.”
I couldn’t believe it. I never had a foot fetish necessarily, but any body part on her was a privilege to touch. Little did I know this would be the beginning of my fetish. I began to massage her feet, and she closed her eyes and let out a tiny moan. Her feet were sweaty and damp; I could smell them from the sandals. They were relatively clean but I noticed the bottoms were more dirty and beat up. I guessed she probably didn’t have much money to get regular pedicures.
“This feels good, John. You like my feet, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do! I don’t mind doing this at all.”
“I bet you don’t.” She then took her foot out of my hand and moved it toward my groin area. She placed her toes directly on my dick through my pants. I looked at her, and she smiled.
“This doesn’t feel very big, John. But I can tell you’re hard. Her foot began stroking through my pants. “I had a feeling you were small.”
“Yes, I…uhh…”
“It’s ok. That makes things much easier for me.” Then she lifted both her feet into the air near my face. “I want you to clean my feet. It relaxes me.”
I wasn’t sure what to do. “Do you want me to get a washcloth?”
She laughed. “No. I want you to use your tongue.” She then moved her feet close to my face and mouth.
I grabbed her feet and brought them closer. They glistened with sweat. I brought her soles to my mouth and pressed them against my lips, half expecting her to pull away and call the police. But she didn’t. As I put them against my lips, she pushed them into me, almost knocking my head back. “CLEAN!” She yelled. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and started to lick it all over. Fast at first and then slowly. I closed my eyes. I was rock hard. They smelled so strong but so good. I could taste a small amount of dirt as my tongue moved around. Her heels were a bit rough. It was amazing. It’s hard to explain if you’ve never done something like it. In regular context, I’d say they stunk, and the whole thing was gross….but when it’s a very hot girl, and your dick is hard, it’s wonderful.
After about 5 minutes, I noticed my hand was unconsciously pressing against my dick. She noticed, too, and pulled her feet back. “That’s enough. And no touching until I say.” She then got up and stood over me.
“Here’s the deal, John. First, I’m not doing one fucking piece of work this semester. Do you understand?”
“Uhhh, yes.”
“Good boy. Second, you will do my assignments for me, so there’s a record of them. And I’m going to get a perfect grade on all of them. Understand?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t believe I was agreeing, but I’d have said yes to anything. And also, I knew I could do it without anyone knowing.
“Third, I may ask you to do some work for my other classes. And occasionally I may have some other tasks for you. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good. Lastly, if you tell anyone about this, our arrangement is off, and I’ll accuse you of being a pervert and harassing me.” She could tell this made me nervous. “John, you do not have to worry about that as long as you meet my needs and keep your fucking mouth shut. Can you do that? Can you be a big boy for me?”
“Yes,” I nodded. Although she was only 21, she seemed like an experienced 40-year-old talking to me.
“Good. I know you’re a pervert, but I like that. Because I know you’ll do anything to get what I can give you.”
“What’s that?”
“Occasionally, you’ll get to taste and smell my body. I may even give you a few things here and there. Just enough to make that little dick cum.”
And with that, she turned around and leaned over the coffee table with her ass high in the air.
“Put your face right here, John.” Then she lifted her dress and exposed her ass. She had on a pink thong. She took her finger and placed it directly in her asshole. “RIGHT here. Smell and lick. And you may jerk your little dick. Just don’t get your gross cum on my floor.”
I quickly pulled my pants down to my knees and placed my face right into her ass. Again, something completely new for me. I’d never smelled or even tasted a woman’s ass. I was never asked. It never occurred to me to want to, either. But smelling Maggie’s ass was magical. I breathed in deeply and began jerking. My tongue moved in and around her thong. Like her feet, the musty smell and taste was a huge turn-on. She moaned quietly as my tongue started to slip into her asshole. It wasn’t my intention, but it must have loosened from licking and pressing so much that my tongue went in about a quarter of an inch. She moaned louder. And right then I came. Hard. I was sure to keep all my cum in my hands. Even as I came and immediately after, I kept licking because I didn’t want it to end. But it did.
She stood up and pulled her dress back down. “No mess? Just in your pants, huh? Good boy.” Then she tossed me a box of tissues. I quickly wiped my hands and pulled up my pants. I could feel cum dripping down my legs.
“Time for you to leave now. I’ll email or text you when I need something. Oh, and I won’t be attending class this semester either.”
She walked me to her door. As I turned the doorknob, she said, “Wait. Here.” She then reached under her dress, pulled down her thong, and handed it to me. “Enjoy. And don’t forget our deal.”
I walked out and felt weird and honestly nervous. But by the time I got down the stairs and outside of the apartment unit, all I could think of was getting home so I could smell her thong. And within 30 minutes, I was back at my house, shoving her thong into my nose. First, I’d smell right where her ass was, and then I’d switch to smelling where it had been touching her pussy. The first sniff was amazing because it was still damp. I could taste her. I came within a minute the first time and 3-4 times more in the next 45 minutes. I couldn’t get enough.
Just when I was about to take a shower, thinking I was exhausted and out of cum (and also just a mess of loads of cum all over my stomach), I got a text from her.
“Thanks for being a good boy today. I like having a little bitch to work for me. I’ll text you in a few weeks to see how things are going. I may have some work for you in my other classes. I may also need help with my rent. Xoxox.”
So, I came again. Twice. The next two weeks couldn’t come fast enough. I was so turned on but also scared. I was now genuinely her bitch. I’d never win a case against her if she accused me of something, and I’d crossed ethical lines already. If I do her work, then it’s legal lines. I was certainly going to comply, though. She owned me. All I wanted was to smell and taste her again.
The End.
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