Dominating The Professor

The last time we saw eachother, you had agreed to write my letter of recommendation and give me A's in your classes despite me not doing any work. I taunted and humiliated you, leaving you locked up in chastity. I return to your office once again, because you have been dragging your feet on my grad school letter. I come in and demand you fulfill your promise to me. You try to push back, with a truly pathetic attempt, and say you refuse to give me an A because I have done nothing to earn it. That was the wrong thing to say. I grow infuriated, I pull down your pants and grab you by the balls and squeeze hard. I remind you of who is in charge. You plead for mercy, whimpering like a desperate little pet. I hand you a paper and pen and tell you that you have approximately 4 minutes to finish. I leave the office. When I return, I am delighted to see you've actually done it. I love when you listen. I read it over and confirm everything looks good, then I turn to you and tell you that I'm not leaving, not yet. You need to be taught a lesson. I pull my strap on out of my bag, put it on over my jeans, and tell you to bend over the desk. You need to understand your rightful place. I peg you, while you remain caged. I put my hands around your neck and tell you to open your mouth. I spit in your mouth, you belong to me and we both know it. I laugh as I watch you leak all over yourself. You can't even help from cumming, even in your cage! Part of you loves serving me, clearly. I remind you of what you must do, or I will be back. And god knows what I will do to you if I have to come back again.