Nudge the students towards experiencing what she just did

Rachel was overwhelmed, even as the minutes and hours passed, she couldn't quite forget that feeling that she had when she enslaved the officers. Enslaved them not by **** or obligation, but by introducing them to such pleasures that she just couldn't deny. It now made sense to her why those memes had evolved. Those ideas that a woman, a wife specifically, was addicted to the pleasures that her husband made her experience. It was simply an intoxicating feeling, to wrap someone around your finger with such a basic urge as the one to wish for pleasure. She knew that it wouldn't be the last she saw of the officers and she, for one, looked forward to the future meetings she would have with them. Where she would order them around more specifically than to just not look into her doings at the university.

Work in the office went by slowly, the mountains of paperwork didn't look any smaller at the end of the first hour as they had at the start and the work that was being done just seemed to be getting slower and slower. Rachel looked up from the page that she had her nose in and cursed that there didn't seem to be a secretary or something to help her out with the endless mass of white sheets. She briefly thought to the notebook and just as quickly bashed those thoughts away. If the old dean, a man, could do it; then so could she. Magical notebook or not.

Still, her loins were burning up more and more by the second. A longing building and boiling in her, she needed an outlet for the thoughts that tore into her, that frayed her mind and made her lose the concentration she needed to marathon through the piles of paper that stood before her as unmoving and imposing as inanimate bureaucracy could manage. Rachel decided to deal with just that and opened her computer up to search out anything that could satisfy that particular itch.

Rachel had in her youth tried to participate in political lesbianism, something that she tried long and hard at, but never managed to fully embrace. She just never saw an end in sight to the horrors and plights that men brought into the world and it didn't even seem to get better no matter how hard she denounced them through her demonstrations of same-sex attraction. It was however during those days that she had heard of the term 'strap-on' and she held no previous knowledge of pornography of any kind. It was after all an evil upon the world, a desecration of women everywhere that such things were up for others to watch and enjoy, for the enjoyment was always derived from the exploitation of the woman in those movies. At least in Rachel's mind.

That was why Rachel had no real mental preparation for what she observed as she clicked on the first link she could find of "Strap-on used on a man by a woman". The hit of dopamine and immediate infatuation with what she saw was indescribable. She had intended for her foray to be to sate her curiosity, but unbeknownst to her, the sating of that curiosity had led her to a thirst that would seem unquenchable.

One hour passed and then two, all of it with a never ending shuffling of Rachel's legs as she rubbed her thighs together in an effort to let herself feel the pleasure that her womanly bits longed for as she saw through video after video of women teaching men of she could administer them pleasure.

It pained Rachel to finally stop as she remembered the paperwork that she had to do. She promised herself further explorations at a later time. Not even five minutes into her work she remembered the one tag that had sat beneath each and every video she had watched: 'femdom'.

Pornography was, according to Rachel, a pure act of **** and exploitation of women. That most of today's young people gained their sexual knowledge from that source was a danger to all of womankind in Rachel's opinion, but she had now been shown that it just wasn't so for all of it. She decided to put a block on all pornographic traffic on the university's network that was used by the student body. Well, all traffic that didn't include the tag that she had seen over and over again: 'femdom'

Tommy sat down on his bed again, dejected and alone. He didn't have many friends and the ones he had rarely had the time to just hang out. A deep sadness hung over him. He had always had an easy time with studies and it always pained him when he was done and he had nothing more to do. Time to live life, but no life to live. He was alone, so very alone. Leading him out unto the internet and its many erotic pathways.

Surprise stood in Tommy's eye when all of the usual laid barren, replaced by recommendations that he had never thought of before. Eventually he picked on with an attractive woman. The video itself was from a first person perspective, showing the attractive woman in question fastening a metal object that encased the man's cock to the person whose perspective was being shown.

Tommy, again, had nothing better to do, but to pleasure himself to the scene shown. He wondered, deep down, how the cage would feel. It would lock him up and introduce a sense of discomfort in his life, but with someone having put it on him he would feel that human contact that he wished to feel so badly.

Alice sat in her bed, early as usual, before her roommate had come to disturb her. They had a certain understanding between them. That if not because of extraordinary circumstances, this time was for Alice to enjoy her privacy alone. It was a good thing too, Alice loved nothing more during these hours on her own to peruse the erotic mines of the internet. She was saddened when she found nothing of men bringing women sweet pleasures, for as long as they submitted wholly and completely. The only thing she could find was the inversion of that.

With nothing better to watch she eventually chose to watch a woman straddling a man's face. Alice got off to it, but she still felt discomfort. Imagining herself holding such responsibility as the leading sex in a sexual encounter. She wasn't quite keen on that concept.

James came back to his room late that night, his roommate already sleeping. His dry spell not seeming to be yielding, failing to get lucky at the pub for yet another day and so with nothing better to do, and with his roommate **** enough to not hear anything, he powered up something erotic to watch. He found nothing usual to watch, but with his hormones still high he chose to watch the closest thing he could find to normality.Shame and disgust filled James just after he came and he saw the state of what he was watching. He had presumed the two doing the deed to be married, indicated by the ring on the woman's finger, but at the time that he looked on it through his postnut clarity, he saw a different man licking at the pussy that had so recently been filled by the first man.

As soon as James realized that this second man was the woman's husband he closed it all down. His face reddened, he soon faced away from his sleeping roommate and did his best to both feign and achieve sleep.