BDSM is an important aspect of the sex lives of many people across racial, gender and sexual orientation lines, and there's a lot more to it than what you've seen in the 50 Shades of Grey movie," Professor Khadija Mansour said, and the entirety of the Gender and Sexuality Class at the University of Montreal listened with rapt attention.
"Professor Mansour, all this whips and chains stuff sounds like it could open up the potential for some abuse in interpersonal relationships," I said evenly, raising my hand for good measure. I sat in the first row of the vast lecture hall, and all of a sudden, all eyes were on me. Cool by me since I'm an attention whore in every way.
"Miss Teshome, the cinch point of all BDSM relationships is consent, and I'm sure you know most people don't consent to be abused," Professor Khadija Mansour replied smartly, and I saw frustration on that lovely face of hers, and smiled wickedly. Five feet ten inches tall, athletic and lovely, with black hair and bronze skin, the Prof looked singularly uncomfortable with my line of questioning. I love putting Miss Mansour on the spot and frustrating the hell out of her. Khadija's cute when she's mad.
"Thank you for clearing that up professor," I replied coyly, and exchanged a knowing smile with my friend Albert, who sat next to me. Tall and stocky, with dark brown skin and curly hair, Albert is originally from the island of Haiti, and I've known him since our halcyon days at Loyola High School in Montreal. Albert's the first person I came out to, and we've been best friends for years.
"Leave the poor woman alone, ma Cherie," Albert said, rolling his eyes and I smirked and shook my head. What fun would university be if students didn't put their professors on the spot once in a while? Besides, the University of Montreal is one of the most expensive schools in Quebec, even though I'm told Ontario schools are way more expensive. Professor Mansour can take it, since she loves dishing it out so much.
Class ended, and at once the forty seven students in the Gender and Sexuality class exited. Me? I lingered for a bit. Albert wanted to chill later but I told him I had some shit to do. I hate lying to my best friend like that, especially since Albert is still nursing wounds from his recent breakup with Anneke, this German chick he'd been dating.
"I'll swing by your house on Saturday and we'll chill, I promise," I said, and Albert nodded, then left. I was alone in the empty classroom, save for the professor, of course. I looked at Professor Khadija Mansour, and smiled coyly. The woman matched my stare, and I saw a hint of defiance in those lovely brown eyes of hers.
"You are such a brat, Mariam," Khadija said as I stood, mere inches from her. Clad in a stylish black vest over a white blouse, black silk pants and platform sandals, the gorgeous Egyptian-Canadian gal looked absolutely stunning. The way her thick, round ass looked in them pants, hot damn.
"If I'm bad why don't you spank me?" I said defiantly, and stood so close to Khadija that I could smell her perfume, Simply Belle. I looked into Khadija's eyes, and smiled. Gently she pulled me closer, and we shared a passionate kiss. It was so risky, the two of us making out at school like that. What if a student came back and saw us? Whatever. I didn't care.
"Don't tempt me," Khadija said, patting my derriere for good measure before swatting it. I giggled, and then we left the classroom, walking through the throngs of students moving about the numerous hallways of the University of Montreal. We made our way to the parking lot, and drove the few blocks to the Rock Hill Area, and swiftly entered Khadija's apartment.
