Office Hours

History of Science was one of those classes that history majors took for a science credit and science majors took for a history credit. Jack had been the former. The college sophomore had been a huge fan of history ever since his friend's older brother had introduced him to Spartacus: Blood and Sand, 300, Mongol, HBO’s Rome, Alexander, and a dozen other epic movies and tv series that taught Jack that the best stories were the ones that really happened.

Jack was expected to write a paper, and he wanted to make his about Archimedes and the Siege of Syracuse. Jack had had a question about sources and when he went to ask Dr. Double D if he should include a section about ancient laser weapons Jack found his teacher was not in her office. Alone in the room, Jack saw the most peculiar looking device sitting on Professor DeStantos’s desk.

To Jack's untrained eye it looked like someone had taken a maglite mini and carved hundreds of tiny glyphs into the side in a spiral pattern. The light bulb had been swapped out for some kind of crystal and some kind of custom battery pack was sticking off the back end which gave the device an extra phallic look. The thing looked like a prop from a campy TV show from the 90s. Jack picked up the peculiar device and did what came naturally to any young man barely a week out of his teens.

"Can I…" Jack heard a woman say. Turning to see professor DeStantos standing with a look of indignant anger enveloping her face.

Jack turned beat red. He had had a small crush on Dr. Double D. The woman was pretty hot for someone who was older than his mom, Jack could only imagine how hot she had been when she was young. Jack realized how immature he must have looked and became deeply embarrassed. He tried to play it cool. "Oh, Hey Dr. D. Cool flashlight. Are these carvings on the side cuneiform?" He said trying to sound as sophisticated as possible. That only seemed to make her even angrier.

"Give it…" the teacher snarled as she lunged towards Jack.

Everything happened all at once. Jack saw his teacher leaping at him like a hungry lion which made him flinch. Jack's finger pressed down on the device’s activation button. The beam of light that projected itself from the device struck Yolanda DeStantos square in center mass. Time seemed to slow down as Jack watched his teacher change before his eyes. It was as if Yolanda had suddenly become low resolution, that for the briefest of moments the professor became a blurred out impression of a person. As fast as she blurred out, Yolanda seemed to return to reality in ultra high definition looking thirty years younger than she had. The entire process had happened too fast for anyone to register the transformation.

Before Jack had the opportunity to react, Yolanda dropped to her knees and bowed down. "Master." The busty professor said in a sultry tone. "Your pleasure is my purpose. Thank you for bestowing upon me the sacrament of bondage. I promise to be the best **** a master could ask for."

This whiplash from hot anger to cool submission was too much for Jack. The young man fell back into a chair and pinched the side of his head in confused frustration. "You are freaking me out professor. What is going on?"

Yolanda bit her lip as she tried to phrase her response so as to not cause her master distress or confusion. "You see Master, the object you hold in your hands is a one of a kind invention. My soul-trainer combines ancient sorcery with quantum theory in a first of its kind work of magi-techincal engineering. Thanks to you, I now know that I was right after all these years.”

As Yolanda regaled Jack with the story of how she developed her theories, the tenured professor turned **** girl crawled over to the man who owned her and knelt in front of him. While Yolanda spoke of translating ancient tablets and conducting experiments with sending and receiving signals from other dimensions, the **** girl removed her master’s shoes and socks and placed his right foot atop her ample bosom. Jack felt the older woman, who now looked more like a college student than a college teacher, kneading the soles of his feet with skill and enthusiasm. The twenty year old could not help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. Jack watched with incredulity as the woman who Jack had always imagined as a ball buster with a no nonsense attitude was kissing his feet. Jack felt her warm wet tongue wriggling between his toes between tidbits about how she made the decision to build this particular device as opposed to some of the other spells that she had acquired. “Ultimately, it was the most cost effective way to make my point, Master.” Yolanda said with a giggle.

Jack sat there slack jawed in disbelief. “What was it like? Being in that place, The Kennels?” Jack could see that even mentioning its name brought a shudder of terror to the **** girl. From what the professor had said so far, The Kennels existed in a reality utterly outside of any context that a human could understand. Jack could see the professor who he always thought of as witty struggle to come up with the right words.

“Unpleasant.” Yolanda said. “But rewarding.”

“That is it?” Jack asked.

“I am sorry Master, but it is like trying to describe the color of jazz music or the sound of the color green. Please forgive this dumb slut.” Yolanda said.

“It’s alright.” Jack said. The mention of the word ‘slut’ stirred the attention of the young man’s primal urges. Jack tried to stay focused. “You said ‘rewarding’. Rewarding how?” Jack asked.

“Look at me Master.” Yolanda said, pulling her dress down to display her perky young tits. “I have been remade to be my best self. For the first time in my life I feel as if life as real meaning. Thinking about how I get to spend the rest of my life as your **** fills me with the most profound sense of happiness. I have never wanted anything as much as I want to serve, obey, and please you. My Master.” Yolanda said before prostrating herself towards the man who owned her.

Jack looked at his teacher, then at the device, then at his teacher again. He did that several times as he tried to think. “You said you could make other devices? Like, if I wanted you to make me a cape that let me fly, you could do that with this techno-magicry?” Jack asked. Jack could see Professor Double D was deep in thought as she pondered Master’s question.

“A cape, no. But a pair of boots that can let you fly could be doable. But the parts would cost a small fortune. If you want something like that you are going to have to enslave someone with a couple of million dollars in the bank.” Yolanda said.

It took Jack a few moments to realize that the woman was serious. Both about flying boots and enslaving someone with a lot of money. Jack felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He felt a great deal of pressure inside of his chest. Jack looked at the innocuous soul-trainer. The seemingly comical device suddenly felt quite heavy. “How about…” Jack took a breath and tried to compose himself. “You. Go home. And work on building whatever devices you can with what you have now. Buy whatever you need. We will worry about the cost later.” Jack looked at the soul-trainer and smirked. “I have some things I need to take care of. Give me your address so I can see what you have come up with tonight.” Jack said. The young man was proud of himself for what he thought was a calm and collected approach to the situation.

“Does this mean that Master will be moving in with us?” Yolanda asked after handing her address to the boy younger than one of her three daughters. Yolanda could see that she had shocked her owner with the question. “Forgive me Master. I should not have presumed. I just. It would make fulfilling your desires easier for me if you were living in my house, but that is selfishness. I am an impudent whore that deserves to be punished.” Yolanda said.

“No, it's alright.” Jack said. At the moment, the sophomore was living in a dorm room sleeping on a double bed with a roommate who would go days without sleeping playing Guild Wars 2. The idea of living in a place where he did not share a bathroom with thirty guys sounded amazing. “I would love to move into your home. If you are sure you have the room, and that your family will not mind.” Jack felt another delightful sturing as he saw his hot teacher’s face light up with his decision.

“I am sure that we can find room for you. As for my girls. I am sure that once they get to know you they will love you as much as I do.” Yolanda said rising to her feet and composing herself for public view. Within moments, she had the outward appearance of her usual self. “you are going to be so pleased this evening, Master. I will work diligently getting everything ready for your arrival.”

Something came over Jack and when he would later recall what happened next he would always do so with the recollection that he felt at the time like a spectator in his own body. As Yolanda turned to open the office door she heard her Master’s voice from behind her. “****.” He said in a low voice. Yolanda turned to see her owner looking at her like a hungry wolf looks at a steak. The woman’s bosom heaved as her breathing grew in intensity. Yolanda felt her owner’s hands on her chin. The woman felt his thumb exploring her lips. On instinct the woman began to suck playfully on her Master’s digit. The professor looked at her student like a horny co-ed in dire need of a good fucking. Jack smiled and gave his **** girl a passionate kiss. The most passionate kiss the woman had felt in a long, long, time. Their tongues danced together in playful exploration. Yolanda felt his strong, sinewy, hands exploring her gravity-defying breasts. Jack heard his teacher moan in carnal desire. That was when Jack broke the kiss off and gave Dr. Double D’s perky ass a slap. The woman looked shocked and delighted. “I look forward to this evening.” Jack said as he turned his back on the professor turned **** girl and walked off with the soul-trainer in hand.

Yolanda clutched the threshold of her office door. The **** was panting like a bitch in heat. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her tits were as hard as diamonds, and her panties were wet on their own for the first time in five years. The woman stared wide eyed and longingly at the college student who had stolen her life’s work as he walked away looking oh, so, so, sexy to her Kennel-addled sensibilities. “Yes, Master.”