Hi all, writing a story after a long time at the request of one of my readers. This is on BDSM and specifically lesbian BDSM, so if that isn’t your taste, feel free to skip. Narration would be from the reader from now on in the story.
I just came across this BDSM lifestyle when I was marching towards 20. With so much information available on the internet, porn, I explored this lifestyle. I soon developed a kink for it. I understood my inner core and now knew that I have submissive traits and was willing to explore.
I started to connect with people on BDSM chat rooms. I was looking for a master/mistress but was not able to find the right match. Time went by, and soon I had graduated and was now 24. I now started to teach in a college and was an assistant professor.
I now had more free time than before and started to explore my kinky side. The most important part of BDSM is to get the right match. You will get many options, specifically if you are a girl, but probably not the right match. I again turned to BDSM chat rooms to explore, along with watching porn.
I was living alone now, and so it was easy for me to indulge my fantasies and play with myself. The feeling of submitting to someone was now on my mind and heart. This kept revolving in my head all the time. I used to see a bold lady and used to fantasise about submitting to her.
One day, I was in the chat room, and I got a ping as “Pet.” I don’t know, but suddenly I got a different feeling, a feeling of realising myself, of being submissive. I responded to it, and we started to chat. Somehow, I wanted to submit to a mistress rather than a master.
You probably can name it as bi or lesbian, but my natural inclination was towards women. There was a mistress on the other side, and this was the best thing that could happen to me. We started to chat and get more comfortable. We discussed our kinks and hard limits.
Chat continued for a long time; we met again and again on chat and started to play a little online. She was dominant, and I was submissive. Due to privacy, we never shared our pics with Face, but she started to give me tasks, which I used to do.
I came to know later that she was a student doing her graduation and was 4 years younger than me. The feeling of submitting to a younger girl made me more erotic. We hadn’t discussed any personal information, such as name, city, or other personal information.
I used to take a class in my final year. Since it was the final year, the number of students was quite low, as very few used to turn up.
One day, I was sitting in the lab alone, and one of the female students reached out to me. She wanted some help with her project, as she was way behind schedule, and there was not much time left. I gave her some guidance, but she needed more help, actually, way beyond my limits.
She wanted me to co-work with her to complete her project. This was not something that I should be doing ideally, but she wanted me to cross the limits and help her. I denied her request. She looked in my eyes and said that I would need help; her tone had changed.
It did not sound like a request but more like an order. Suddenly, I got a chill in my body, but within a minute, I got back my senses and said, Is this a request? Or order? She again looked in my eyes; there was a silence for a few seconds. It was looking like her eyes were speaking rather than her lips.
I was lost in her eyes, and then I could see her lips moving, but I was still focused on her eyes. Words stuck in my ears, and I could hear only one word—order. I was still lost in her eyes; they were dominating. I wish to stay like this without flipping my eyes for a millisecond.
There was total silence, but then my mind brought me to my senses. I was a professor, and she was my student and was ordering me. I broke eye contact and then, with a long breath.
I told her, “Are you out of your mind?” Why would I do your work? There is a large difference between helping you out and doing your work. This is unethical as well.”
She again looked into my eyes and said, “Because I want you to do it, and I am ordering you.” You will do as I say. This was far more intense than the last one. She was getting into a dominant role. I was getting more into a submissive role. My heart and mind were battling each other.
Still, my mind won, as I had to take care of my position and maintain dignity. I said to her in a little high tone, “Are you commanding me? I am not your employee, so you cannot order me. I am your professor; maintain that dignity.”
She moved closer to me now and, looking in my eyes, said, “Yes, it’s a command, and you will follow it.” Suddenly, my body shivered, and my pussy became a little wet. I was somehow liking it, forgetting about everything—my position, her position.
What will people think if this comes out and gets spread? Fantasies and reality are always different. In a fantasy world, we can do anything, anything that we wish, without any social pressure. But in reality, we are bound by the rules of society and have to take care.
I came back to my senses now; it’s better to end this, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to control myself and the repercussions following it. I, without making eye contact, asked her to leave now. She smiled a little and said, “I am not going to leave until you do what I want.”
I thought it’s better for me to leave to end this, no more making a scene. I stood up from my chair and started to walk away. As I would have taken 5-10 steps, I heard the word “pet.” My legs were frozen now. I was shivering; this was my ID, which I used to talk in BDSM chat rooms.
How in this world did she know about this? Have I interacted with her previously? I can’t remember. Was this just a bluff, as this ID is common, and they may have just said they were thinking about all that happened? I was completely clueless. I didn’t want to turn around, but I had to know about this.
I turned towards her, trying to be bold, and said, “What do you mean?”
Student: I mean the same as what you are thinking.
Professor: I am not thinking about anything. Why did you call out this word?
Student: I called it out because you know this word very well.
Professor: Keeping myself in my senses, this is a common word; everyone knows about it. Why did you call it?
Student: I called it out, as this is your ID.
I was now frozen; my heart seemed to have stopped, my mouth was dry, my eyes were in shock, and my feet were trembling. Still, I tried to recover and said, “Which ID?” She came closer to me. Our eyes were a few inches apart, and then she said, “Don’t pretend as if you don’t know it.”
Her words were slow, each word striking my ears slowly, and my body was going into a state of shock. “This is your ID with which you chat in BDSM rooms, and I know you are submissive.”
This was exactly what I didn’t want to hear. I was in shock but was helpless. At one point, I was feeling submissive, but at other points, I was feeling scared. I was not able to think and was standing just like that. Her words strike again—I know all about you.
I was about to speak and then just asked, “How do you know?” This was my acceptance. “I know all about you; you are a submissive, and you have an inclination towards mistresses rather than a Dom.”
Professor: It was now looking like there was no point in backtracking on it. I, gulping my saliva, asked her, “How do you know all about this?”
Student: Because my ID is mistress101.
Oh God, this is the ID that I have been talking with and playing with; she was my online mistress. Still, I was not able to understand how she recognised me, as I hadn’t shared any pics with a face on it.
Professor: Still, how did you recognise me, as I haven’t sent any pics of mine with my face? Did I?
Student: Nope, you didn’t, but your tattoo on your arm told me the whole story. Your body colour, height and figure were complementary to your pics, so it was an easy guess.
Professor: From when you knew that I was the one in the virtual and real world.
Student: A long time back, probably a few days after you sent your first pic. I saw you in a sleeveless dress that day and noticed the tattoo, and then the rest of the things.
Professor: Why didn’t you tell me earlier, then?
Student: There is always the right time for everything.
Professor: Okay, what next? I think I will help you out, as you have been my mistress.
Student: I know that for sure, but I want more.
Professor: What?
I want you to be my slave in the real world as well. I know you won’t deny the fact that you also wish the same. I know your pussy would already be wet. She was right, but didn’t want to accept this.
My heart was now racing. I wanted to accept her offer to be her slave, but at the same time, she was my student. How could I submit to her? If this thing is out, my whole reputation would go for a toss.
Professor: I am submissive, which I don’t deny, but submitting to my own student is a different thing. If this gets out, I will be ruined; my whole reputation will be lost. I am happy to help you with your project.
Student: You have been my slave in the virtual world, and you will be in the real world as well, no questions asked.
Professor: Step in my shoes and think about it. We all live for our pride and image, which would be completely lost in my students’, my peers’, and my superiors’ eyes. They will start taking me for granted.
Student: This would be completely between you and me. You would be my slave only when we are both alone. To the outer world, we would be a teacher and a student.
Professor: How can I trust this?
Student: This is an unsaid contract in the BDSM world, and trust me on this, I do take care of my slaves; it’s my responsibility.
Keeping my face down now, said, “Okay, this is a big risk that I am taking and trusting you.” My mind is still saying to say no, but my heart, for some reason, trusts you, and I am going with my heart.
I, with my whole body and soul, request you to accept me as your slave. I will follow each of your orders, and your wish will be my command.
Student: This is not the way a person requests to be a slave. Get down on your knees in a slave position, kiss my feet, and then request it.
Professor: Yes, Mistress.
I started to move towards the door to close it. As I would have taken a couple of steps, I heard, “Slaves don’t walk; they crawl.” I got on all fours and started to move towards the door. I was really nervous, as anyone could be there; someone could come inside.
I thought I would say that something fell on the floor. I was looking for it, but was still very nervous. I didn’t hear any footsteps and was a little relaxed. I moved towards the door, stood, and closed it. I again got on all fours and moved towards my new mistress.
Moved near her, kissed her heels and her feet, and requested permission to be my mistress. She put her hand in my hair and moved in the way we love our pet. “Good pet,” were her words, and I melted on hearing them. She asked me to stand now and take a print, which was sent to my email.
I crawled to my system and saw a new email; as I opened it, shivers went down my body. It was a slave contract, which was long enough. The crux was that I submit to my new mistress and will follow each of her orders without question. I would aim to keep my mistress happy, and any mistakes will attract punishment. The contract also mentioned that both parties will keep this a secret. They will be in a normal relationship with the outside world. There was a section for me to write my safe words and hard limits.
At the end, it was to be signed. I was so wet reading the whole contract. I filled my hard limits, which weren’t much, but public humiliation, scat, permanent marks, puke, etc. I chose the safe words as orange and red, and then signed it.
I got on all fours in a slave kneeling position and then, with the letter in my hands, gave it to my new mistress, my new owner, my new world.
Student: That’s like a good slave. Here are the ground rules that you will follow.
1. I will always refer to you as “pet” or “slave,” and you will always refer to me as “Mam” or “Mistress,” of course, when we are alone.
2. If we are alone, you will always be in the kneeling slave position.
3. You are not allowed to walk while we are alone and will always crawl.
4. You will wish me every morning you wake up and before you go to sleep, and if we are together, then in a kneeling position.
5. There could be some online tasks that I will ask you to do, and you need to do them.
6. I don’t like hair on my slave’s body, so you will get them waxed, the whole body, and repeat this regularly, including your privates.
7. You are not allowed to wear panties from now on unless you are on your period and have taken my permission explicitly.
This is for now, and more rules will be followed as we go.
Now strip your panties and hand them over the desk.”
I stood up, pulled up my saree, pulled out my panty, and put it on the desk. Again, I went in a kneeling position. I suddenly received a hard slap on my face. This was my first touch of skin on my face.
Mistress then yelled, who will thank me? You should thank me after every task or punishment. I said, “Sorry,” and heard, “That’s like a good slave.”
The next mistress asked me to strip. My heart sank. I was in college, and though the door was locked and curtains covered the windows, anyone could still come and knock on the door. I was in my own zone.
I received another slap with the words “I don’t repeat myself,” followed by “Strip now.” These words had magic, and my body started to follow the orders. My hands started to remove my saree, then blouse and petticoat. I was left in my black bra only now.
I was still looking towards my mistress’s feet and saw her hand movement. I came to my senses that my bra was still there and moved my hands back and unclasped it. I thanked Mistress, and she was happy to see my devotion. Mistress then took the saree and tied it around my neck.
She said this is your collar for now. You will, though, buy a dog collar from the store today. Mistress put hands on my shoulder and forced me back to the kneeling position. She took hold of the other end of the saree and used it as a leash. She ordered me to crawl behind her.
I followed her on all fours inside my own lab, which I was in charge of. She didn’t leave any tile where my knees have not been. She continued it for almost 15 minutes, and my knees were in pain now. But I was praying that no one would turn up here.
After I touched every part of the room, she sat on the desk and asked me to lick her feet and worship them. I removed her sandals and started to lick every part of her feet. I was busy with this, and I heard the word “suck.” I started to suck one of her toes, taking it completely in my mouth.
This was now a dream come true for me. I was experiencing this in my real life, which I had dreamt of. I knew the mistress was quite experienced as well, based on the events that had happened up till now.
After a lot of sucking, she removed her jeans and was now only in a thong. Yes, she was wearing a sexy navy-blue thong. I was ordered to now start licking from the toes to the knees. There shouldn’t be any part of the body left. I started to roll my tongue from toes to knees.
My mistress had probably got the waxing done, so there was not a single hair, and I was loving it. After both legs were done, Mistress ordered to now lick her thighs and specifically inner thighs, but not the thong. I was shivering with pleasure; my pussy was quite wet by now.
I was licking her inner thighs, and she put her toe inside my pussy. I almost trembled. “My pussy was very wet, and Mistress said, ‘Look at you, slut; you are so wet being a puppy pet to your own student.’” Such a shameless whore you are.
The comments were degrading, but they were making me more excited and submissive. After I had touched every part of the mistress’s inner thighs with my tongue. I was ordered to stop. Mistress turned around and half lay down on the desk. She ordered me to remove her thong, which had fallen out of her legs.
She ordered me to separate her ass cheeks with my hands and then lick her ass with my tongue. This has always been my dream, my fantasy. I was instantly onto it and started licking her asshole. Mistress seemed to be enjoying it. I’m not sure if this was her first time when someone was licking her asshole.
But I could hear her moans. I started to put my tongue inside as much as possible and started to tongue fuck. Her asshole was tight, so it looked like she was a virgin from the ass. But she had maintained good hygiene, which helped me get going. After almost 10 minutes, I was ordered to stop.
Mistress now turned around and sat on the edge of the desk and ordered me to lick and suck her pussy. I placed my tongue, and it was wet and hot; she was already aroused. The instructions were very clear to not use hands, just the tongue. I was already waiting for this and started to lick her juices.
She put her legs around and tightly covered my head between her legs. I was loving this, and so was she. I didn’t have to wait. In almost 5 minutes, Mistress reached her orgasm. It was intense; she was moaning like anything. Her pussy became tight, and she released a lot of juices, which I happily licked.
After almost a couple of minutes, Mistress came back to her senses and asked me to lick it clean. I didn’t leave any part of her pussy and licked it clean. She then kicked me out and put on her thong and jeans. She took my panties with her and asked me to be ready all the time, as I am her 24/7 slave from now on.
I was ordered to get normal and get dressed, and she ordered me to get going with my project. Her orders were that from here, she won’t work on the project, but it would be my responsibility to complete it, with quality and in time.
Our eyes met, and I just said one word—”Yes, Mistress.” The word that was going to change my whole life going forward. The word that would give a new meaning to me, the word that would fulfil my dream and make me complete.
This is the end of the first part, more parts to follow. I hope you enjoyed the story. You can reach out to me at [email protected] or [email protected]. Please provide your valuable feedback.