The student.. - Sex Stories

The student..

She sat quietly in her dorm room, diligently reviewing her days field work as she did every day. She loved her studies, but despised the Loneliness of her nights. She needed more.. she yearned for a break that would allow her to be someone vastly different than the upstanding, proper, polite, and perfect student she had worked so hard to become. Hidden Deep within her mind, she quietly fantasized about being controlled, to be relieved on occasion, of the persona of her own creation...to be made into a shameless slut, governed only by the repressed lust that tormented her mind and sex.. Her only outlet for such behavior was the secret relationship she maintained with her loving on line master..he was the only man in her life that truly pleasured her. Months prior, she had earned his dominance, and as a reward, he mailed her a plainly wrapped box of which she was strictly instructed not to open, but to lock away on the top shelf of her closet, along with the unwashed panties she had been wearing the very first time she had cum for him.. She only knew that he had assembled the boxes contents especially for her..and that he would allow her to open it once she had accomplished an unknown level of his training... The wind blew cold outside..frost covered her windows...goosebumps covered her skin from the lack of heat and the Cold concrete that her dorm was constructed from.. She slowly lowered her pajama bottoms and sat bare on her cold chair, placed her pajama bound ankles up ...

... onto the desk, and letting her knees fall widely apart, Rudely exposing herself in perpetration to communicate with her master... She sat quietly, feeling the warmth inside herself begin, the pressure of her rapidly swelling sex, her clit protruding from her labia, her nipples forcing themselves against her pajama top.. Hands fixed to her sides, she f***ed herself not to masturbate, as she would Surly orgasm from the lightest touch..she knew that she had reached the goal of her master... He had ordered her to enthusiastically masturbate at every opportunity she was alone, at bathing time, bathroom breaks, driving, whenever and wherever she was..but only to the point of which she would orgasm..and then abruptly stop...to deny herself the release of witch was strictly his... Master had f***ed her to work herself into such a horny delirium that she had to take precaution when she waxed and shaved her sex for him, as she would always be uncontrollably aroused even before she could begin his scheduled ritual.. Today was a special day..the day she came to the realization that she had to use extreme caution even with the slightest of movement, and in Particular, sitting down ; as he had taken every pair of her panties from her and her sensitivity and awareness of herself had allowed the Crotch of whatever she wore to masturbate her. Without her concent, and at the most inappropriate times.. Bing... Master popped up on her screen.. Are you ready?? Yes master, I'm always ready for you.. ...