Lisa's Journey
By Zarch
Chapter 1
I was teaching at a liberal arts college located close to but not in a large city. I also served as the faculty advisor to the campus politics society.
We were having a meeting of that society at my apartment. We were planning our activities to help our favorite congressman get reelected. Once the plan had been agreed upon, we had sat around discussing all sorts of ideas, as is common among college students and faculty. I was the only faculty member, and the rest were a mix of male and female students. Lisa, a beautiful redhead, was automatically one of the leaders of the society. She carried a 4.00 GPA in a double major of Biology and philosophy. She was a few inches shorter than my six feet, with lovely green eyes, a pale complexion, and that long lovely red hair that she wore loose and flowing.
As was usual, Lisa had on blue jeans and a loose silk blouse. The jeans were not tight, and neither was the blouse. I assumed she dressed this way to hide a desirable body; large firm breasts, beautifully spread hips and long slim athletic legs. It didn't work. I had long fantasized about what was inside those loose fabrics. Her blouses were always almost completely buttoned up, with only the top button unbuttoned.
I was sitting on an easy chair while students sprawled all over the sofa and the floor. Lisa sat on the floor next to me. She was wearing a white silk blouse, blue jeans and sandals. Surprisingly, the top three buttons of the blouse were not in use. Every time she leaned forward; I got a nice view; a black lace bra lifted and displayed a pair of creamy mounds.
She leaned forward often. I wondered if she was purposely giving me extra views. She probably knew most males would be interested. Was my interest not unwelcomed? More to fantasize about.
Personal relationships between faculty and students were frowned upon by the administration, but not forbidden. I had to be careful; I wasn't tenured yet. She was not one of my students; she had no need for any of my courses. I knew her only because I was only her academic advisor; I always was assigned to advise students with double majors.
After we had finished business, and had a few snacks, the students began leaving. I got involved in sending them off, making sure they didn't leave any belongings behind. Everything got stuffed into the proper book bags, and off they went, except for Lisa. She was in the kitchen, cleaning up the remains of the snacks. I went in to thank her, and she turned and faced me. Then, without a word she came and stood closely in front of me, with her hands hanging at her sides; she waited silently. A tentative smile graced her lips. I hid my surprise as she calmly looked at me with what I realized was an offering.
She looked calm and relaxed, just waiting for me to react. I could either step back and just thank her for doing the cleanup, or step forward, grab her, and pull her into an embrace that would be more than a simple hug of appreciation. Two choices; one sensible and safe, and the other exciting and dangerous. After a short hesitation, I threw caution to the winds and reacted by reaching for her, and pulling her roughly to me. I felt her breasts push into my chest. Her arms wrapped around me in a willing embrace.
She lifted her face toward mine, and I gave up all my inhibitions and gently kissed her. She wasn't satisfied with "gentle." Her lips pressed hard against mine, and mouth opened and our tongues intwined, sending waves of passion through both of us.
I slid my right hand from her back and under her left arm to caress her gently, and then to her breast. I gently massaged it, feeling her hard nipple. She pressed her chest forward, and I stopped the massage and started squeezing hard. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breast into my hand.
Her moans got louder as I kissed and squeezed.
Then, instead as continuing as she obviously wished, I released her breast, dropped my hands to her arms, and pushed them down to her sides, and held them there briefly, before releasing her. Her arms remained in place.
I stepped back, looked straight into her beautiful green eyes and said,
"Wait."
She said nothing, while she stood where she was, her body quivering in apparent frustration. Her eyes were asking, "Why?"
I answered in my most authoritative voice:
"Before we go on to where we both want to go, you should be aware of what kind of man I am, and what that means for you."
She looked into my eyes, but remained silent.
She waited,
I continued: "I am a dom. That is short for dominant. That means when I enter a sexual relationship with a woman, I require her submit to my demands; to immediately do whatever I tell her to do. I give the orders, and she obeys. She becomes what is called a 'Sub,' which is short for 'submissive.' That means she submits to all of my demands. She gives me total control of her body. That is, she gives ownership of her body to me, as if I had purchased it at an auction. She becomes my sex slave. In sexual situations I am free to do whatever I want with or to her, whenever I want. Her only option is to obey.
If she fails to act this way she will be punished. I enjoy the act of punishing, because I am also a sadist; I enjoy inflicting pain. With some women, pain can be erotic and give sexual pleasure, depending upon who is administrating the pain. That is the woman's concern; it is not mine. I don't care if she is a masochist or not. I enjoy her reaction in any case. Of course, she can end the relationship at any time by simply saying she is ending it. I won't protest. I only want a willing submissive. I do not engage in rape or assault. If she doesn't end the relationship, she and I would agree on a "safe word," that she can say to stop anything I am doing to or with her. Uttering that word will bring any activity to a full stop.
There may be times when I will inflect pain just because I feel like doing it. A submissive woman is my slave and toy, to do with as I please, until she utters the safe word. The simplest safe word is "no. That is the one we would use.
She must not pretend reluctance; "no" must mean no.
She must enter this relationship of her own free will. She must also know that the Dom/Sub relationship is one-sided. I can do anything I want. She cannot.
For instance, I already have several casual subs at my beck and call. They are not exclusive to me; they are community subs. The community is made up of members of the local BDSM club. There are several of us, and our clubhouse, is in the city; In it we share these subs. Some Doms have private subs, who are not shared with other dominants. You would be private, but I might introduce you to some of the community subs, by having them help me use you. A Dom/sub relationship does not have to be romantic; using does not require loving. The life of a sub is harsh because the Dom makes it so. The sub must enter the relationship with no expectations other than the abuse by the Dom. In particular, I have a breast fetish. I enjoy doing all sorts of painful things to a sub's breasts. Know that being a submissive is often painful.
I am going to leave you now and go through that door into my bedroom. You can make you choice freely; come join me or leave and go home. In either case, my admiration and high regard for you as a student and person will not change. You are one of the good ones; You have a superior brain and you are willing to work hard. You will succeed in whatever you decide to do professionally, regardless of our relationship, be it professor and student, friend and friend, advisor and advisee, or dominant and submissive.
Without touching her again, I went into the bedroom, and shut the door behind me. I had made submission sound as bad as I could. She would have to be deeply interested in me to accept submission. My hypothesis was that I had scared her off. I would wait for the experimental results.
She remained silent during my exit.
I sat in the chair by the bed, picked up a book and read while I waited for the sound of the outside door opening and closing. I didn't want to hear that. But I expected to; However, I was aroused and I felt my cock growing rigid in hopeful anticipation. There was silence while I read. Then I heard the click of the front door being locked. I had not heard it open.
After a few more minutes she walked slowly into the room. I closed the book, placed it on the bedside table and stood up. She stopped in front of me.
She looked into my eyes, then lowered hers, and softly said, "I come freely to submit to you. I have wanted to feel your hands on my body ever since your guest appearance in my literature class; when you gave your scathing condemnation of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, blaming it for romanticizing love-sick suicide. Your commanding voice and your ideas excited me both intellectually and sexually. I will never forget how you thundered, Romeo should have tried to honor her with his life, not dishonored her by his useless death. Then you really thrilled me by adding that the same must be said about Juliet. Her death was just as shameful, but knowing the 'blame the woman' culture in which she was raised, perhaps forgivable."
She went on. "I loved the way you answered all our questions, defending your position ably against those hopeless romantics, completely defeating them. Your clear comparison of Romeo' death to the death of those who gave their lives defending their loved ones was memorable. You said, 'Even if you fail, as Hector did, there is honor is dying while defending. That's why our school mascot is the Trojan. There is no honor in dying for self-pity. No school has Montague for a mascot.' I wonder if you saved any lives that day."
Her total recall amazed me.
She paused, then continued: "I was so excited when you were appointed as my new academic advisor. When I entered your office for our first advising session, I was fantasizing about becoming Heloise to your Abelard, but with no threat of the same ending."
Then she came to me, grasped my right hand and pulled it to her left breast. I resumed squeezing it and kissing her hungry lips. My cock grew and pushed to get out of my jeans. I did not want to rush; I wanted to savor her active submission slowly. I stayed in control while I crushed her breast and lips. She moaned and arched her back to push her breast into my hand.
I broke off the kiss, released her breast and undid the rest of the blouse buttons. Then, with both hands I grasped her throat, briefly choking her to let her feel the power I had over her life, and then pushed the blouse off her shoulders onto the floor. I pushed her bra straps off those beautiful shoulders and reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and let it join the blouse on the floor, leaving those gorgeous shoulders and lovely white mounds open to my view. Her pink nipples were standing at attention.
I slid my hands back up her arms squeezed those shoulders hard enough to enhance their beauty with some bruises. She moaned softly.
Turning my attention to those erect nipples, I pinched them between thumbs and forefingers and pulled her to me. She came willingly to me, lifting her lips to invite another crushing kiss. I accepted the invitation, while my hands explored her naked back, pulling her breasts hard against my chest.
