She prepares you for something..

Entering Prof. Torres classroom you notice it being largely empty, afternoon classes not yet having started. Looking around it now it's mostly a sprawling auditorium with mean acoustics.

Sitting at the desk near the whiteboard is none other than the woman in question, Prof. Torres. Looking as beautiful as a painting her lips ease into a casual smile as she spots you entering the room.

She gestures you over with her index finger curling itself in a come hither gesture, her nails painted blood red. You walk on over nervously, not knowing what to expect yet your sense of nervousness warring with the odd sense of excitement at your lack of control.

Drawing near the desk she gestures imperiously for you take position in front of the desk, as you do so she leans back in her chair like a cat toying with her prey.

"My favorite student.." She smiles at you, a naughty gleam in her eyes, the professor morphing into the wicked dominatrix. "..you've come to a wise decision.." You nod your head in agreement, not daring to speak. "..we'll have so much fun together, I have so many toys for us to try!" Her eyes burn with such an intensity that they seem to gaze into your very soul.

"But for now, we've got classes to attend to. Your studies are important!"

The dominatrix morphs into your professor once more, seamlessly and then back into the dominatrix just as seamlessly. "Unfortunately you are not in this class but I've got a use for you nonetheless."

Standing at attention, your pulse racing with excitement you hang on her every word, expecting some kinky play. You are not kept waiting for long. And you are most definitely not disappointed.

"Undress for me ****, fold your clothes and put them here on my desk." She pats a spot on the desk. You hesitate slightly, scared of undressing in such a public location. Fearing discovery by your school mates. Noticing you hesitate is your Domina Sara however.

"That was not a request. Now, ****!"

Her tone brooks no hesitation as she snaps at you and your fingers begin to fumble with your shirt before you consciously realize it. In short order you are naked, utterly exposed before the gaze of your dominant Latina professor.

"Better ****. But I see we've got some obedience training to do. No matter."

With an extended index finger she indicates your next position, at her side next to the desk. You scramble to obey.

"There will be plenty of time for that later, now, let's see."

Taking little notice of you Prof. Torres produces her bag from underneath her desk, rustling around in it for a few moments before pulling out a **** collar that you recognize as yours as well as a small plastic device. She holds it in the palm of her hand, showing it to you.

"This my ****, is a nice little cage for the stud between your legs."

Winking at you she takes your soft member in hand, sliding the cock cage over it, caressing your balls all the while and locking it securely in place. Then she proceeds to clip the key onto a necklace she slips around her neck, the key resting securely between her breasts.

"Can't having you get too excited right now after all, don't you agree ****?"

Totally under her spell now you nod your head mutely. "I knew you would see it my way ****, you always were such a good student." Smiling at you she gives your balls a last caress before rustling in her bag anew as well as shuffling your clothes into the bag.

Your brain is having a hard time processing your situation, naked before your Spanish professor, wearing a cock cage in a classroom where anyone could walk in any minute, your clothes out of reach. Your brain alternates between being scared utterly shitless yet excited at submitting to your Prof. Torres.

Another item appears from the depths of the bag, what you recognize as a buttplug, a nice thick base and good sized plug. All in a fashionable pink color and there even seems to be some sort of remote control.

Patting her lap she indicates for you to lay down, presenting your buttocks to her. Of course, you obey. In her lap looking at the floor and her dainty feet it isn't long before you feel a cool sensation of lube around your asshole and just moments later you feel the head of the buttplug pushing against your rosebud, popping inside snugly. You moan slightly at the odd sensation.

"Now we've got you plugged snugly, good boy. Hmm, such a nice ass, just begging for a slamming.. Ah well, it'll have to be later." Prof. Torres muses as she strokes your ass, scratching it lightly with her nails before she sighs and another order comes over her lips.

"Kneel before me now ****!"

She slaps your ass and you get off her lap and move into a kneeling position, prostrating yourself before her. You hear Prof. Torres chuckling softly under her breath and suddenly you feel her warm breath against your ear.

"Be a good boy and hold still for me.."

As she breathes into your ear your mind melts into soft mush and you feel her slipping the **** collar around your neck, fastening it tightly.

There you are, collared, buttplug in your ass and your cock in a cage, on your knees before this beautiful Latina woman in a classroom at university. Yet there is nowhere else you'd rather be, waiting for her next command.