Yes. Prof. Torres becomes Mistress Torres.

You and Prof. Torres make it back to her place without incident really, apart from other motorists noting your state of undress. A few of them stare in disbelief, mouths agape while others wink at you and Prof. Torres encouragingly. As Prof. Torres parks her car in the somewhat busy street you look around, feeling rather stressed out at your state of undress. Not mention the fact that you have a vibrating buttplug in your ass and your cock in a cage. Noticing your discomfort Prof. Torres reaches for your hand, caressing it softly.

"Not worry ****, it pleases me very much to have you naked. And my pleasure is your pleasure isn't it?" Her voice takes on that soft yet commanding quality and you find yourself agreeing that, yes, her pleasure is paramount. Thus you find yourself, walking hand in hand with Prof. Torres, in the nude and utterly showing off your status as her ****. Yet you endure it for the pleasure of your Mistress, holding your head high despite all the pointing fingers and amazed stares, you even enjoy the humiliation and if your cock wasn't locked up, you suspect it would be throbbing..

A few hours later you're trussed up tightly on the floor of Prof. Torres living room, or perhaps you should call her Mistress Torres? No matter, you're on the floor, tied up tightly with ropes. Your cock, free from its cage it twitches with ever heartbeat as well as in tune with the electric shocks that Mistress Torres administers from the shock ring around the base of your cock. You see nothing of this however as Mistress Torres feet blot out your view of the world, covering your face as they are and your tongue smarting from worshipping them for long, pleasureful hours. In your ass an even bigger plug than before hums away, rubbing your prostate. On your stomach is a sticky mess of fluids, mixed cum along with Mistress Torres spit as well some ashes from when she taps her long cigarette using you as an ashtray.

In the background a TV hums, broadcasting some popular Spanish show which you understand nothing off. Above you, on the couch is Mistress Torres, dressed leisurely, talking on the phone in rapid fire Spanish while moving her feet around on your face. Despite it all you're content at being used for her pleasure. You feel like putty in her hands as she molds you to fit her desires. Somewhere you wonder how long she planned to subdue you but you quickly dismiss the errant thought, quite enjoying your position after allZ

With a click Mistress Torres hangs up the phone and her feet lift off your face. "You'll make a good foot **** yet! But now, I feel like celebrating my conquest." With that she rises, baring her pussy for your eyes as it descends upon your face. The rest of the night the only sounds heard are the buzzing of your buttplug, the electric discharges of the shock ring, Mistress Torres moans of pleasure as you eat her out again and again, only faintly are your muffled groans heard, swallowed up by the Latina pussy.