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Submissive Violet

I was have always been sexually curious but afraid to act. I read as much as I could about sexuality. I knew I was very aroused all the time but very clumsy, so being an academic I lacked the street smarts needed to work this out for myself.

I went away to an Ivy League School. I loved leaving home and discovering a life for me outside of my parents house. I loathed the silly, drunken, frat boy’s. The stuck up jocks, just partying until they puke and then fucking any warm body they find. I thought they were boring and completely marginal. So at school I started to feel lonely and confused, I took more classes in hopes of occupying my mind, so that I would not dwell on my horny pussy. I masturbated of course and I know how to do it well, there are so many books out there on finding your g-spot and self pleasure and reading them just made me masturbate more and masturbating more made me fantasize about cock. I was a little disturbed by my fantasies and thought I was just really different because the ones that got me off the most were “forced sex, and rape”.

I got busy with classes and needed some help understanding bio-physics, that’s when I first saw Him. I walked into Professor Zachary’s teaching office and the air was suddenly different, it was hard to breathe and I felt extremely timid and self conscious, then…. ALL that changed. He sensed my vulnerability as if He could feel my pulse. I felt stimulated, scared, excited, aroused, all at the same instant. I thought it felt humid but it was my own wetness, I was dizzy but in a delightful way and felt clammy, almost like I could faint. My mind raced with all of my book knowledge about sexual lust and longing but I could not find the words to express the multitude of feelings washing over me. Sensing my vibe, He reached out and grabbed me by the back of my hair, I gasped, He slapped my face and

told me I would do just as he wished. That first time he corrected me I felt a tremendous rush of adrenaline that I had never felt before, my academic mind was mixed up, I wanted to please him so bad yet part of me wanted to make mistakes, mess up on purpose so he would have to correct and punish me. I had NEVER before felt that intense need to please coupled with the dark desire to be brutally punished. My little pussy ached to be abused, owned, and rewarded all at the same time. I just knew all the girls in my dorm could smell this on me, this new need to submit to Professor Zachary, I felt their eye’s on me like they could see just how wet I was for Him inside, I knew they could tell that the only thing I wanted was to be His little whore.

During this beautiful semester Professor Zachary taught me the true definition of submission, I learned to serve the very best, and needless to say I got an A+ in my class. I am finished with his course training and ready to find a new Master, can you be my Professor?

Violet

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