Caitlin new class style

"But women should be independent and do not let men dictate them what to do," says a female student replicating professor Caitlin.

The professor has continued to the class attacking feminist advances that started once women joined the job market in WW1. Now she is directly arguing that maybe women could be happier if they choose a submissive life with a man they trust.

"So, are you telling me that women should do what you want, and if they choose a lifestyle you don't like, they should be ****, so they make your choice?" asks professor Caitlin.

"No, I don't mean that. I mean that women should make their own life choices and not let men do it for them."

"So, they could willingly choose to be a submissive wife and let their husband make all decisions for them, right?"

"No, professor, that choice would be wrong. Women shouldn't choose that." Answers the enraged girl without realizing that she has fallen into the professor's trap.

"I understand. Do you think women should only allow choosing what you want them to choose? Excuse me, who of us two was supposed to be a feminist?" The professor responds with delicious irony, using feminism to her advantage to defend that women should be submissive. More than half of the classroom starts laughing, primarily men but also some women.

"I am not telling you that women should let the first man you meet **** you into doing what he wants. I am just telling you that maybe women could be happier if they choose a simple life serving a man they trust, instead of the stressful life of working in an office or studying in College. There is nothing wrong in women being docile, submissive, and obedient if it is their choice."

"So you tell me, professor, that it would be better if I drop my studies? Is not that ironic coming from a female college professor?" reply the same girl, trying to turn the argument around.

"I just don't want you to make the same mistakes as me. Look over there, the last week it was the place where a classmate of yours sits, her name is Brooke. She told me she had found a man, and now she is happier than ever after realizing that her purpose in life is to serve, what she calls, the man of her life. No one has **** that girl into that life; she is strong enough to recognize that lifestyle is the best for her. Are you telling me she shouldn't be allowed to choose what makes her happy?"

"No." The girl answers with a defeated attitude, thanks to the emphasis that Brooke willingly chose her new life. Ok, maybe with a little push from me, but anyway, no one could deny that, right now, Brooke does willingly want to continue living as my Holes, my pet girl, and not as Brooke, the colleague girl. I never **** her; I just showed her her true self.

"Since she told me that she came to class a few more days, but I have not seen her since 2 or 3 days, which means that I am sure that she has finally chosen a submissive life and therefore she doesn't need education anymore. And trust me, If I could go back to when I had her age, if back then I had a man like Brooke has, I would do the same as her. And I believe that all of you girls would be happier if you chose what Brooke chooses. I could be your professor, but any time a girl like you drop their education, it makes me happy because I know that thanks to me, a girl has chosen a path in life that makes her happy."

She pauses for a few seconds, but the girl doesn't reply anymore.

"But until that happens, I am your professor, and all of you have to work if you want to pass their class. So, everyone, for next week, I want a four-page essay about this topic."

She starts writing on the blackboard, 'Negative and positive consequences in women's lives of feminism and women's right.'

"I don't want you to think I am indoctrinating you with my beliefs. I want you to reach your own conclusions, so two pages with positive effects and two with negative effects. You can ask yourselves the following questions: Is a modern female office worker happier than a 50s housewife? Are women happier when they are allowed to express their own opinion or not? Do the consequences of women's rights make their lives happier? In definitive, should women choose feminism over other options? I want you to approach this topic without preconceived ideas, and even if that topic was obvious to you, I want you to at least question your beliefs. See you next week."

Definitively if Caitlin's classes are like this, I am more interested in coming, even if my notes are a guaranteed A+. But now I must go to her office to tell her about Erica, and since we are, she can help me too because this antifeminism class has definitively turned me on. I think she also believes that she could use her mouth for other things besides talking.

"Hey, Greg," Dave says to me before I can leave. "What happened? You have been missing classes a few days, and now when professor Barnes uses her classes to attack feminism instead of defending it, as usual, you have been using your phone instead."

Until now, I had my doubts if I should tell Dave about the APP, but now that I have used it to capture my own sister, I need to be more cautious. **** has made everything different. I don't want him to tell me how disgusting I am for trying to bang my sister.

"Ah, that. I have been busy those days with family problems, and during the class, I was talking with a relative." I could also tell him it was because of a girl, but then he would ask me to show him photos of the girl, which could be a problem if he found out she is my sister.

"Oh, is bad? Do you need some help?"

"Not much," I respond to him. "Don't worry. I could handle it, but thanks for the offer."

With this, I say goodbye, enough for Dave not to suspect anything. It is time to visit Caitlin at her office.

Finally, I reach Caitlin's office. I enter, check that there is no one else inside except the professor and lock her office, so we can't be interrupted.

"Hi, Master. Did you like the class? I prepared it, especially for you." She tells me, clearly happy that I came to visit her.

"I love it. But I have a question, do I need to write the essay as everyone else?"

"Of course, you could be my Master, but you are still a student in my class."

"What kind of **** with make her Master write an essay?"

"Don't worry, Master. I know my place. You have already written an excellent essay. You have an A++. Congratulations."

"I don't remember writing it."

"Because I did it in your name."

"Isn't that cheating?"

"No, because I could be your professor, but more importantly, I am your ****. You had just written it using a tool, me. I can't, in good faith, believe that women are objects and not accept you to use your women as tools; I don't see much difference between using me to write the essay than using a pen. An object is an object, right? "

"Mmm."

"If you are still not convinced, remember that you taught me that women shouldn't have their own opinion. This means what I wrote was not my opinion but yours."

"Haha, I like your logic. It is amazing how you openly **** yourself for me".

"Thank you, Master! I just wanted to please you."

"But couldn't you have problems with this essay with the others students? Maybe some girl complains about your class."

"Don't worry, Master. That is why I tell them to put both positive and negative effects about feminism".

"What are the positive effects of feminism?" I interrupt her.

"The hell I know. None if you ask me, but some of those girls believe in those imaginary positive effects, so if someone complains, I will say that my purpose was an exercise for them to being able to identify anti-feminism arguments."

"Clever, you want to convince feminists that this is a pro-feminists exercise and to antifeminists that is an anti-feminists exercise."

"Exactly, that is why it is ambiguous, to let them ask themselves it is good or bad; they already know those 'positive' arguments, so the only news is that they will think about the negative arguments, so in the worst case, nothing while change and in the best case they will question feminism. I wish I could openly say in class that women are sex objects instead of persons."

"Even if they are.", I add.

"Of course, we are objects. But it is impossible to admit that in class."

"And how should a woman who recognizes she is an object talk with her owner to show proper respect? Like you right now?"

"Oh, no. Master, I am sorry. Where are my manners?" Just as she said that she gets up, gives me her chair, and immediately sits on her knees on the floor.

"That is more appropriated," I said at the same time I open my zip and take out my cock from my pants. "Your class and our conversation have had this effect on me, and it is because of you."

"I am pleased, Master. Since I am to blame, I have to take responsibility."

Just then, she starts to lick my shaft and my balls. Then she put the whole cock inside her mouth. She has no gag reflex at this point, and a few seconds later, she takes it out.

"I was right about Holes? Do you make her drop her education?"

"Yes, the last days we have been busy, but finally today I told her to drop her classes. She doesn't need education anymore; after all, she is just an animal."

"I agree, women don't need educ...mphhh." I interrupt her before she finishes her sentence by measuring my cock deep in her mouth, and I start to face fuck her without contemplation. She is making such lovely gag sounds now.

"Enough talking. It is time for your mouth to be used in more productive ways. You can touch your cunt, but you can't cum."

At this point, she realizes that she is just a tool for my pleasure and lets me have all control; I am the one who moves her head around my cock. She even tries to keep eye contact with me, as if her eyes are telling me, 'Master, use me as you want.' Meanwhile, she had both her hands busy with some fingers inside her, just enough to bring her to the edge but not to cum.

"I capture a new girl. Yes, that means you lost the competition. When we finish, we will talk about her, and I need your help to teach her to forget that she is a person and accept she is just an object which lives to please me, like you."

Finally, I am about to cum, but just immediately before, I take out my cock enough, so only the tip is inside. I want her to taste my cum. When I finish, I let my cock partially inside her mouth.

"Don't swallow, don't talk, and keep my cock in your mouth, but not suck it, let it go flaccid. There is something I want you to do."

I'm sure she doesn't expect what I will do to her.

"Are you my devoted ****?" I ask her, and she immediately nods to agree, with my cock still in her mouth.

"Are you willing to do anything I ask you to please?" Again, she nods in agreement.

"Well, right now, I need to take a leak, and I want to use your mouth as a urinal."

I can see in her eyes that this has surprised her, but she still keeps my cock in her mouth. She has not immediately run away when she heard about it.

"As you know, I don't care about your opinion. It is irrelevant to me if you like it or not. But I won't **** this into you. If you are not ready, you can take my cock out of your mouth, and I promise you that I won't punish you."

I wait a few seconds and let her think about her options.

"Of course, no matter what you choose, you and all my girls will become my urinals. I will give you a training method, so eventually, you will be the one who asks me to drink my piss. If you agree now, I will let you cum while you drink it."