Professor Anip

The whisper is sibilant. The woman that steps from the shadows is dressed in the most amazing fetish outfit Barb has ever seen.

She wears a spiked choker. The spikes are easily four inches long and wicked sharp. An extremely tight corset squeezes ample breasts into providing incredible cleavage. Black latex pants and fingerless opera gloves cover her arms and legs. On her feet she wears shiny black ballet boots which nearly eight inches to her height.

She moves with the grace of a dancer, gliding next to Barb. Barb is amazed by her piercings and tattoos.

“My dear, you are in such exquisite pain. Let me help.”

Barb recoils as razor sharp black fingernails graze her shoulder. Suddenly, she feels strange, euphoric.

She giggles. “Fuck, what did you do to me?”

“I changed your pain, to pleasure. With the power of pain you could do incredible things, Barb.”

“Who are you?”

“I am Professor Anip, and I wish for you to join my class.”

Barb pauses for a moment, then grins. “How could I not say, yes? I’ll take your course.”

“Splendid. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

As she struts off, Barb admires her round, perfect, ass as it sways with each step.

With a spring in her step Barb wonders where she’ll go next...