Stay for some hands on tutoring.

You don't know if you can trust him, but you desperately want to believe he can help you. "Thanks, Professor Puissan. I'd like that." He smiles warmly and you feel your fears and doubts melt away. If anyone can help you, it will be this wise, powerful, dominant man. And if you absolutely have to suck his thick, throbbing, tasty cock again, then that's just a price you'll have to pay.

The professor turns and walks toward his desk and you follow obediently behind him. He doesn't even have to ask. You are in awe of the power he hides in such a tiny frame. He doesn't seem the least bit self conscious about being bare ass naked either. You have so much to learn from this mysterious, masterful man. You blush as he turns and catches you licking your lips...

"No need to be embarrassed, Mr. Saint, it's only supernatural to want to surrender to a more dominant presence." The professor pulls you in close and you can feel his cock swelling and throbbing through your pants against your wet pussy. He slides his slender hand down your pants and you melt in his hand. "Or is it, MISS Saint?" In a single flourish, he has your pants down around your ankles and his hand cupping your hot, dripping mound. You have to hold on to his shoulders to keep from falling over.

"Of course we have at least one incubus a semester that ends up getting turned into a cunt boi or goes all the way to full succubus. It's a men's university after all and that's what most men desire. It's only natural for the weaker, sluttier sissy bois to transform to please them. Usually not on the first day mind you...and aren't you assigned to the Beta dorms? Did you really get cunted by some half breed sissy stud?"

You know you should be terrified...and you are, but in a perverse paradox, the professor's power frightens you and makes you feel protected at the same time. You know you should feel insulted...and you are, but in a sick, strange way it only makes you want to submit more...to sink deeper...to hide in the professor's fantasy of a slutty sissy school gurl. It doesn't help your confusion that the whole time he's insulting you, his expert fingers are slipping past your soft, sticky folds and deep inside your hungry cunt.

He's finding places inside you that you thought were a myth...girls really do have a G spot?! And "James" never had the experience to know he could send savage, sensual spasm roaring through your body with a single thumb, lightly rubbing a hard little nub you think might be your clit. You have so many questions for the professor...so many excuses you want to offer, but all that comes out is incoherent moans...

"What you need is a strong hand to guide you..." Professor Puissan continues to play a concerto on your pussy as his free hand undoes your top. You step out of your pants so you can completely exposed to him. Wanting him to have access to every inch of your soft, bubblegum pink flesh. "You need a teacher to show you what your body is truly capable of..." His hand slowly slides across your body, groping and twisting and caressing and kneading cries of anguished ecstasy out of parts that you never dreamed could be erogenous...

He has only begun to play with you and already you are ready to surrender everything to him. A small, scared voice is telling you this is a mistake. This isn't a man, it's a primal **** of nature hiding in a pint sized package. He doesn't want to help you get your cock back. He wants to keep you cunted and tamed. He doesn't want to teach you anything but to obey him...to serve him...to satisfy his every twisted desire. He wants to OWN you. You can sense all of this clearly, but for the life of you, you can't think of a single reason why you shouldn't let him...

You feel a tidal wave of blistering bliss about to crash down on you and wash every last worry away. Suddenly, the professor pulls his hands away. You whimper wetly, but you know better than to try to **** his fingers back inside you. This is a man used to being obeyed, and you are getting very used to obeying.

"On your knees." You are kneeling, looking up at him before you fully register the command. He graces you with a satisfied smile as he slowly dresses, letting you squirm, your thighs soaked and your tail draped around you, drooling. It's taking every ounce of willpower you have not to fuck yourself senseless, but you know you don't have permission and even this awful, aching agony isn't enough to get you to disobey the professor.

"Good girl. Now you have a choice. Potentially the last choice you'll ever make. We can take you to the dean and let him decide what to do with you. And I'll be honest, he's likely to give you one last chance and restore your 'manhood'..." He spits out the last word with unconcealed contempt. You can't blame him exactly, it never was much to speak of and you tossed it away so quickly, so easily. Who's to say you wouldn't lose it all over again?

Professor Puissan lifts your chin with a finger so you can stare up into his deep, dark eyes. "OR...you could offer your body and soul to me and I can convince the dean to let you begin a special curriculum of my own design." He pulls out a heavy, iron collar with arcane ruins across it. His other hand is extended offering you help up to go attempt to beg for your manhood back.