A New Life

As a proud feminist, there was no way, she'd allow herself to keep a brand on her skin, like she was some type of cattle or property. Sure, some women would be turned on by a man taking ownership but not her. Reaching for her sweater, Vanessa knew staining it and getting it dry cleaned was worth far more than her freedom.

"Don't remove that," stated the surprisingly good looking stranger, Edmund, "ever!"

"Fuck," thought Vanessa suddenly acutely aware of her professor from her Gender Studies program.

"Great job, professor. Place another mark on her other arm, just to be safe," requested Edmund as he got up from the desk and circled behind her, clearly eyeing her physique.

A sense of betrayal worked across her skin as she felt another stamp mirrored on her other forearm and the likelihood, the stamp would wear off, wash off or otherwise be removed by accident decrease; only to be replaced by a feeling of humiliation as she felt Edward's hand grope her breasts through her sweater and squeeze, with a juvenile "Honk! Honk! What size are these? Natural?"

Through gritted teeth she replied, "Double EEs" to her new owner.

"Really? Don't ever lie to me. They look at most like large Cs," replied Edmund as he shook up them up and down like he was trying to gauge their weight or maybe he just enjoyed the bouncing action. It was hard to tell just what kind of a misogynistic pig her master was but she felt like she was getting the idea, "but they feel heavy"

"I'm wearing a minimizer, you ass," definitely responded Vanessa as she attempted to stand up from her chair and get away from his manipulations.

"Nice...speaking of asses. That thing is amazing. Bend over the table and don't move until I tell you, you can. Wait, what's a minimizer" asked Edward. Panicked, Vanessa looked up at the professor pleading for help or recognition what she was doing was wrong, only to find a sense of satisfaction and a job well done, as her owner complemented her, before responding, "if you must know, it's a device to compress women's breasts so they appear smaller."

Squeezing her titles more, "Pff. Women. Why the hell would you cover up these beauties?! That's why they felt so heavy," Feeling his hand slide to his other infatuation, she couldn't help but feel nervous as one hand lifted off her bottom and she could sense from her turned head it was way up in the air. Hard slaps on her ass, punctuated both pain and almost everyone of his words as he said, "Professor," "Oww" "you" "Hey stop!" "really" "Fuck" "Knocked" "Stop!" "it out of the" "SHIT!" "park with this one." "GOD DAMN IT! That one really hurt!". "Remind me again, what were my instructions to you? The other professors in this city haven't found me anything as hot as this!"

Vanessa was creeped out the way her ordinarily reserved professor practically clapped with glee at the praise like she was getting off on it. "Oh Master, you told me and I quote "Not to orgasm until I complete my task but that my next orgasm would be mind numbingly powerful and seem to go on and on, for at least 5 minutes and that making you happy would bring me waves of ecstasy and pleasure."

"Ohhhhh," thought Vanessa as the cool air of her exposed ass was making her hate her new owner even more. Being totally exposed, in the middle of a library, by having her conservative jeans yanked down to her ankles.

"Huh. Good thing we meet years ago. I wouldn't take the time to make a ugly, old bitch like you feel pleasure these days. You certainly made me happy though. So sure, you can have you reward but old women cumming is weird. So uhh feel it at home later tonight."

To Vanessa's cringe, as she felt Edward roughly fingering her underwear as he professor spilled the beans before he her underwear before coughing "Slutty choice" as he pulled hard on her underwear and let it slap back against her pussy, "did you have a hot date?" in response to the lacy black pair.

"Of course, this douchebag thinks women are only, for men's pleasure and only dress sexy for a man and not for themselves. Fucking patriarchal dickhead," if she had the ability to move, she'd be so tempted to kick her owner right in the balls, but she knew she could no more get up from the table until he allowed her. "No, you dick. I dress sexy to make myself feel attractive. It's not for the male gaze,"

"Riiiiight..." responded Edward unconvinced, "then why not go panty-less or a g-string and go full-hoe? Nevermind, don't answer that. Just shut up till I say you can speak again. I'll have you dressed for my pleasure soon enough. Professor, what words did I use to describe the task? It's been almost five years, right?"

"Yes, Master; five years. I remember the words exactly though. You told me, and I quote "To look for extremely stuck up bitches that bought into all my feminist bullshit," Vanessa hearing this wanted to tell her professor to fuck off or at least cry out "Hey!" but no sound escaped her lips, she did feel her underwear torn off though, "until I found one that looked like she was built for porn", Vanessa couldn't help but blush a bit.

"and then?" asked Edward as he pulled up her Yoga pants and grabbed her panties stuffing them into Vanessa's mouth. The taste of her own pussy filling her mouth leaving her with a brand new shame.

"To brand her in my office and to make sure she remains pure, a prude and super-hot, and train her until her body had fully developed, then to contact you as soon as possible when I felt it had, Master," somewhat shocking Vanessa. As she had no member of being 'branded' or being trained.

"Haha, that's awesome," replied Edward as Vanessa felt her arms move to respond and she saw her professors do the same, "I've been to busy living it up to remember I even gave you that command."

"That's great, master. You were a very bright and promising student; even intoxicated," replied the elderly professor.

"Uhh, thanks Professor but how did you even find my new number?" To Vanessa's humiliation, he pulled her conservative top off her body.

"I used the student and alumni directory and searched every week for any updates. Eventually, I went to LinkedIn and Facebook but no luck. Finally, found you, your name was in a new article about dating Heather Night," explained the aged Professor as Edward fumbled with the straps on her minimizer.

"Don't worry. I'll get it eventually," responded Edward, as Vanessa's worries faded momentarily. "Oh cool. We'll, we aren't dating per-say. I just had her drop out of the porn world to work as sex educator for my stable." Vanessa wasn't paying much attention to the story, feeling shame as her undone bra was pulled from under hear making his large breasts spill free and crushed against the desk. "Stand up, turn around and stay still until I tell you otherwise"

"Holy shit these are huge! There's no sag at all!" responded Edward as he fondled my breasts with a lack of care that made him seem inexperienced but it was just roughness and not caring for women's pleasure. "More of a sign, he's a misogynistic bastard," though Vanessa, "who couldn't have gotten laid or her time of day without that damn fucking stamp!" The feeling of his hands made her barely able to stand; the pleasure was overwhelmingly intense.

"Professor. Veronica is amazingly beautiful," fumbling, Vanessa wanted to tell this douchebag, her name was Vanessa not Veronica. She had never been fully topless before a man over the last 3 years she'd been attending university. Neither of those facts prevented her from rapidly approaching climax as he continued his tale. "Why does this feel so good!?!" thought a frustrated Vanessa as she started to wonder if she really had been trained.

"Thank you, Master," moaned the professor at the thought of her owner being happy. "I told her to be orgasmic at your touch. She's also already very experienced in the sexual arts. After branding her in my office, I instructed her to practice and she's been forgetting but sending me weekly progress videos."

"What the hell?!" thought Vanessa, having no memory of practicing sex and certainly not taking sexual videos, thought now that she thought of it "...why didn't I date anyone? like...at all? I'm young, healthy, sexy and got asked out all the time; always turning them down."

"Woah, you really did a number on her professor," said Edward at the intensity and speed at which Vanessa came. "Hey Vanessa, you ever given a blowjob before?" Vanessa figured this was coming sooner or later and she shook her head no in response. "Put on your top but not your bra. Tit fuck?" to which she responded no again. "Sex?" and another negative response. "Hand jobs?!" followed by another shake.

Meanwhile, Vanessa experienced her orgasm as she couldn't help but think maybe being owned wouldn't be so bad, as dawned her top.

"Well, great job. You really kept her pure," responded Edward as he watched her dress herself.

"Thank you. I made sure she had no boyfriend and took no men. She practiced only on large dildos since she arrived and apparently remained virginal in high school; waiting for someone special to relinquish her virginity," gleefully responded the Professor at the praise.

"Okay. We'll forget me and keep an eye out for more women. Enjoy your orgasm tonight. It's time for Vanessa and I to go for a walk. We've got places to be and the car is waiting," responded Edward up and left.

Vanessa's heart was just about read to explode at hearing that news. It didn't make any sense but ... it did. She'd been manipulated for years, for a man she just meet and now was being dragged off by him to who knows where? Vanessa couldn't help but draw her eyes to the crotch of her owner. Strange to her, her body responded intensely as she felt pantiless crotch grow wetter than she'd ever felt herself become as she moaned slightly. Frustrated, she blamed the professor for her body's usual, intense, sexual responses.