The alarm sounded loudly, and I reached over to slam the snooze button on the clock. I lifted my head from my pillow and looked at the glowing red numbers. 6:45 a.m. I had transferred here from another college, and I had to pick up classes as I could get them, mostly the early ones that no one else wanted to attend. I needed to make an eight o’clock class and then I would be free until noon. That should give me time to get acclimated to a new campus and finding my way around. No lounging this morning. I immediately popped out of bed and put on a pot of coffee before jumping into the shower. I was still waiting for my belongings to arrive so there wasn't much to study in my closet while looking for something to wear. I wanted to blend in, but all I could find was a button down blouse that seemed a tad tight, and a skirt that was too short for this conservative school. It was going to have to do.
I took a last sip of coffee, brushed my hair and teeth, grabbed my books and headed out the door. The sun was low but rising between the buildings on campus, and there weren’t many people around at that hour. I know it wasn’t my choice to be out at dawn, but it was time to get down to business and prove myself in this new setting. I had a map of the campus, and I studied it as my books shifted about in my arms. I found the building and went down a darkened corridor, not seeing any obvious room numbers. I knew many classes weren’t held at such an early time, so I was just going to have to find a room with people in it, and I should be in my class. At least I knew I was in the correct building. I hoped I would make some new friends and that I would like my professor. I heard voices at the end of the hall and I entered the room.
The professor smiled as I came into the class and he said, “You must be Rebecca. Please take a seat at the front of the class, as we are starting today with a demonstration, and I’d like for you to be my assistant in this lesson." “Of course, Professor Adams,” I said, putting my books under my chair and sitting down. "Class? This is Rebecca, and she has transferred from another school. This is a good time to demonstrate what you do when you have a new untrained sub." With that he shoved a rubber ball with leather straps dangling from it's sides into my mouth. I leapt up from my chair, but he shoved me down again and said, “Obey, slut and learn!” Standing behind me, he adjusted the straps with a buckle, pulling tightly, and lifting my hair to the side to make sure things were secured. Then he fluffed my hair back out over the strap.
“Sit upright, whore.” I looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to speak under the gag but it was a mumble. I tried shoving the ball out with my tongue, but it wouldn't budge. The Professor gathered lengths of rope and started binding my arms to the chair arms and my legs were forced open. I felt the rope cut into my flesh. It strained and it hurt. I knew my classmates could see my exposed panties, and I was ashamed, because I knew they were moist with the shock of these alien things on my flesh. I felt helpless and embarrassed, but my classmates just sat and scribbled into their notebooks while the professor walked over to a board and started drawing knot diagrams as a means of explanation to binding a cum slut. I had never heard such language from a professor. No one seemed shocked.
“Please note, class, that with a true cum slut, just the feel of rope on her flesh, or the gag in her mouth, will create wetness.” He tilted my head back and to the side so that a string of drool showed trickling down my mouth. I blushed deeply. “The rope will also produce the same effect on other body parts,” and with that the professor took a pointer and touched my pussy with its tip to show the wetness. The students took more notes. Next came a padded blindfold with an elastic strap to it. This went over my eyes. I turned my head to hear Professor Adams say, “Darkness is erotic. The padding of the blindfold prevents any light from coming in, and no amount of struggle or shifting will make this come off, not without serious effort." I felt the pointer near my face. "Please make a note how still a whore becomes once bound. This is the mark of a true cum slut."
“Also. Remember that when you use rope, it is best to burn the ends as they tend to fray, and you wish your work to be as neat and precise as possible." He drew more diagrams on the board, and he then held up a rope end and fired it with a lighter, to show the proper technique.
"As for gags, there are many models, and you will need to study Chapters Two and Ten to learn the various types. There is also an Appendix IV in the back of your textbook. I expect you to be proficient in the use of all of them before this class is over. You will discover penis shaped gags, leather gags, rubber gags as Rebecca is wearing, gel gags, dildo gags. Then there are ring gags that leave the mouth open and promote the maximum drool. The slut will not be able to stop drool from forming, or from keeping the drool from threading onto her tits. This is ideal. I do recommend, however, that you begin your subs with a standard rubber ball gag to train the mouth for more advanced techniques and items. We won’t get to ring gags until later in the semester, and there will be lab work."
"I want each pupil to study the syllabus I have put together, so you are prepared for class when you arrive, and I want you to do some outside reading, as we will have a lot of material to cover—more than can be discussed in the allowed class time. For example, you will note that Rebecca is wearing lingerie. While lingerie can incite the imagination, your ultimate goal is to have your whore naked so that she is always in a ready state for you. Nudity emphasizes her helplessness and submissiveness, but more importantly, it leaves her in a prepared state to be fucked. Life is exposure, raw and lusty."
"Many find the ways of bondage to be dark and twisted. Notice how Rebecca here is blindfolded. Her mind must compensate for her lack of vision. She if forced to focus on my voice. Do you see how she turns her head to follow me?" I could hear the Professor walking around behind me. "She is fully concentrated, and this is the ideal state for a cum slut to remain. Even if a slut considers herself to be a strong person, both mentally and physically, bondage allows her to lower her defenses and indulge in her submissive side, learning hidden…secret….unknown strengths." I could hear the scritching sounds of pencils taking notes.
I struggled against the rope. I tried to speak under the gag. Professor Adams came over and lowered the gag out of my sore, raw mouth. “You have a question, slut?” “Sir? Is this Sociology 101?” “Why no,” he replied. "Let me check my enrollment list. Your name is on it. They must have made an error at registration. You will need to go over to the Administration Building to get this corrected. I do wish you would stay, however, as I think you would learn all you need to know about humanity in this class.” I stared into his eyes. They bore right into me. The Professor untied me, and I went and took a seat with my classmates. I opened my notebook as he continued to lecture, bringing another eager student to the front of the class.
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