The slut teacher is telling everyone about her new class

PROFESSOR CAITLIN POV

I'm so happy, so happy!

Finally, I can teach all that I want without restrings. I was so sick of trying to constrain myself, pretending that my teachings were indeed to teach feminism...Now I can openly give the female inferiority message that my Master believes. I can teach all College boys how to train all those girls they have been capturing so they become as docile and obedient as my Master's other girls and me.

My tits hurt so much after my Master's beating, but it hurts so good... And all the boys are helping me, slapping my tits to keep them red until I finish announcing my new class.

And no one has said he doesn't want to be in my class, so I am sure it will be a success.

I see in the hallway a young man discussing with a girl. The bitch is yelling something at him. Poor boy, he needs to come to my class.

"I told you we shouldn't come to this campus. It has become so weird! I hate it!" The bitch yells. She is a blonde wearing a skirt and a shirt, but unfortunately, it doesn't show much skin. I suppose her tits are ok but not overly big. Master would say she is a six at most. But that temperament makes her a four... or even a three.

"Excuse me, Sir," I interrupt, approaching them from behind.

"What does she want?" The girl says after seeing me. "What a whore!" she adds after looking at me. I have both my tits exposed and entirely red due to slapping, as my Master commanded me, and my face is full of my Master's spit, which is starting to dry.

"And proud of it," I add, "I wasn't talking to you. Hi, Sir. I am the slut, Professor Barnes. How are you?"

When I started talking with him, I do what Master told me and look down my gaze to the floor to show me shy and submissive.

"Hi, my name is Phil. And she is Claire."

Even without looking at his face, I notice he has problems looking at me. He is trying to avoid my tits, even with them being exposed.

"Sir... what are you looking at?" I tease him a little.

"I was...I didn't want..." he answer dubitative.

"My tits are down here," I answer, smiling and pointing at them. "you can look at them."

Now he is more relaxed, not trying to avoid my tits. Of course, the girl says something about how a whore I am, but I ignore her.

"Sir, do you have another... 'classmate'?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"She means another girl," Claire interrupts."Yeah, this moron tricked me with that app that everyone has and then did the same with my best friend, Paula."

"Perfect, you'll like this then," I continue, giving him my class pamphlet.

"What is this, Misogyny 101?" Phil asks.

"You won't be seriously thinking about going to that whore's class? I won't allow it!" The girl protests, taking the pamphlet from his hands.

"Sir, you don't deserve this treatment. She is yours. Make her respect you."

"Don't listen to this whore, babe! She must have been brainwashed like all those people on this campus."

"Sir, " I continue talking, ignoring her protests. "I can teach you how to make her more obedient and respectful. She will do anything that you want."

"Don't I have anything to say on it, bitch?"

"No, you don't!" I respond to her mad. "You belong to him, so it is his decision. Not yours. He should be able to do what he wants with you, so shut the fuck off because this conversation doesn't concern you!"

"If you go to that class, we are over!" She threatens him as if a captured girl could walk away from her owner.

"She is yours, Sir. She can't leave you if you don't want."

"Shut up, both of you!" Phil finally reacts.

He picks up the pamphlet again and starts to read it.

"Babe, maybe it could help us improve our relationship," he tells her.

"You don't need that," she adds. "I could be a little more affectionate to compensate, though," she continues pulling her hands on his chest, trying to seduce him.

"Don't listen to her, Sir," I interrupt her. "There is nothing she has to negotiate with you. You can make her be like you want. Just command her."

"Please, Phil. That whore's class seems so wrong."

"I am not sure, Professor, " Phil answers me. "My girlfriend doesn't seem to want to come."

"Sir, it does not matter what she wants. She is your tool, like your pen. If you want to go to my class, you should do it. None of your tools should have a say about it. Not your pen, not your phone, and especially not your girl."

"I am still not sure if that is ok."

"Sir, there is nothing you ever wanted to make her do or ask her?" I try to persuade him.

"Well, yeah. There is a question I always was afraid to ask."

"You can do it now, Sir."

"Babe, have you ever cheated on me?" He asks her.

"Of course not, Babe!" The bitch tries to convince her. Poor boy, he hasn't even made the question right. "How can you say that!"

"Sir." I try to help him. "You should command her to tell you the truth and then ask the question."

"Tell me the truth!" he finally starts commanding. "Have you ever cheated on me?"

"Yes, I am sorry..."She answers in a faint whisper.

"What!? With whom!?" Phil replies, extremely mad.

"One night you didn't want to party with me and stay at home playing video games. I hooked up with one of your friends, Michael. I am so sorry, babe."

"Ok, we are over!!"

"That means you will release me, babe?"

"No, Sir," I Interrupt. "Don't do that. You can keep her as a 'classmate' and have fun with her and her body."

"Yeah," he answers me. "I will go to your class. And she and Paula will too."

"No! I don't want to!" She screams, protesting."

"Shut up. Stop interrupting us," He commands her. "I am talking with the Professor. So, stay there in silence until I finish."

"You won't regret it. Any doubt, Sir?"

"What things will you teach me?"

"Many themes, Sir. How to make her apologize for feminism. How to make her understand her place is on the floor below you. How to make her fulfill all your sexual desires. How to teach her she can't say no. How to discipline her."

"Discipline? I don't think I could hit a girl."

How cute. Many young boys have this problem. Those damn feminists are the culprits in teaching men they shouldn't discipline their girls.

"I apologize, Sir, but you are wrong," I correct him. "If you believe that you really, really need my class. This is one of those feminist lies. They know discipline works so well teaching girls their place, which is why they have always insisted it is wrong."

"I am not sure."

"Why don't you try with me first?" I tell him, pointing at my tits. "Look, they are both red. Everyone who has picked a pamphlet did it. That is why they are red."

He keeps looking at my tits for a few seconds until he finally slaps one of them. Then he slaps my other tit.

"Ouch, It hurts!" The poor boy is still contending himself because his slaps were very weak compared with my Master's ones. Never mind, I slightly fake it with a cute moan to increase his confidence.

"Look at her," I continue grabbing her face from behind. "This bitch has cheated on you. Doesn't she deserve a slap on the face?"

Phil stares, looking at her face. At the same time, I can see the fear on her face. She is starting to breathe heavily. Come on, bitch; it is not that bad.

And finally, he slaps her face. He will still need to work on it to hit her harder, but it is a good start. She tries to complain, but she can't because of the command to shut up.

"Look," I tell him as I raise her shirt showing her boobs. The bitch is wearing underwear I must rip off to expose her. "Slap her tits, Sir. She deserves it."

This time he doesn't doubt. He slaps both of her tits. He is softer than I wanted, but he does it.

"Again, Sir, and harder." He slaps her tits again. With some more strength, but unfortunately, not enough to make her cry. Don't worry, bitch. I will teach him to make you cry.

"Feels good, isn't it?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he agrees. "it is a good way to vent about what he has done to me."

"So you're coming, right?"

"Yeah, but I have one last doubt. About this."

"Let me see," I left the girl standing with her tits exposed, and I look at the pamphlet. He is pointing at the part about urinals. "What is the problem?"

"Did that means...to use her for that?"

"Yeah, is precisely that."

"I didn't know that was possible."

"Of course it is. The class will be two hours long, and you will need to piss, and she could be your urinal."

We both look at her and how she is trying to tell us, "No, no, no. It is gross," with her head. But fortunately, she can't talk right now.

"It seems she doesn't like the idea so much."

"Sir, that doesn't matter. I could teach you how to make her want it."

"I am still not sure."

"It is ok, Sir. This part is optional. Some men don't like the idea of using women as urinals. And that is totally fine. Don't do it if you don't want to do it."

"I will think about it, but I am not sure."

"But, Sir, "I continue explaining to him. "If you want to do it, then do it. It is your decision. Not hers. Please don't limit your pleasure for her. Don't let her tell you what to do with her body."

I am unsure if he will do that part, but at least I have convinced him to come to my class with that bitch. I continue explaining little details about the hour and place when I notice my Master approaching us.

"Hey, Phil. How are you?" My Master greets him.

"Greg. Where have you been those weeks."

"I have been busy with something personal. Who are you, whores?" She asks about me and the girl.

"Hi, Sir," I answer him, pretending I don't know him, as he told me. "I am the slut teacher Barnes. Here, this is a new class I will start this Monday." I say to him as I give him the pamphlet.

"Cool, I would love to teach those biches."

"Greg," Phil adds. "You will need to bring two... 'classmates.'"

"That wouldn't be a problem," my Master answers him. "I have six."

"Six? Oh, boy, you must tell me how you did it."

"Some other time. Who is this other whore?" He asks, pointing at Claire.

"My bitch ex-girlfriend."

"Ex? What happened?"

"He cheated on me. So we are no longer together."

"I am so sorry. I am already told you she wasn't good for you. But will she still be your 'classmate'?"

"Yeah, I learned about that app when everyone on campus had it. Thanks to that, I still could have fun with her."

"Yeah, it is what she deserves for cheating on you."

I let her both talk without interrupting them. It would not be polite for a woman to talk when two men are talking. I love how they are talking about Claire in front of her as if she hasn't been present.

"Ok, slut," Master starts talking with me after reading the pamphlet. "I will go to your class."

"Awesome, Sir! You won't regret it! Now that you have confirmed your assistance, can you please slap my tits?"

My Master didn't say anything. He raises her hands and slaps both of them.

"Ouch! Thank you, Sir! It hurts so much!" Unlike Phil, his slaps are very hard. It hurts, really hurts. But at the same time, it makes me wetter than ever.

"You know what, Phil? Now that I look at you, I am having a like a deja vu?"

"About what?" Phil answer.

"I have the impression that if I made different decisions in my life, I could have ended up having a party with you, Dave, and the other guys from class fucking all together my 'classmates.' And probably Dave's ones."

"We still could do it. I'll bring this bitch. I don't care about her anymore."

"Sorry, Phil. But one of the 'classmates' I met made me realize I am a possessive man. I don't want any other man to touch my things."

"Well, it is a pity, but if you change your mind," he pauses to slap Claire's tits, "she is available."

"Maybe on another life. I have the impression that if I would choose to turn a 'classmate' I found into my maid, I would have done that. But now she is my beloved pet."

It is weird. Is Master talking about Holes? Why would he wanted to turn her into a maid when he already has Binita? Anyway, I am glad his decisions made him not want to share us. But if he told me to fuck other men, I would do it.

"Sorry, Greg, but I don't know what you are talking about. Anyway, we have to leave."

"Ok, I will see you in the new Class." My Master says goodbye to him.

"Sir! Sir!" I try to catch Phil before he leaves. "Maybe it will be good for you to ragefuck her as soon as possible. She deserves it."

"Yeah, maybe I will."

"Can I suggest her ass?" I give him an idea which makes her head shake again because she clearly doesn't want that.

"He doesn't seem to want it."

"Exactly. That is why you should do it."

"Yeah. Move that ass, whore. We will have fun."

I watch them both leave, proud that I have improved this boy's life. When they have left, I approach my Master.

"Good job, slut" He congratulates me while slapping my face. Oh, how I love how he hurts me. I have become such a masochist thanks to him.

"Sir, can you renew the spit on my face?"

It is starting to become dry. I need more. But Master agrees with me because he starts spitting on my face without saying a word. I can feel his spit dripping over my forehead and cheeks again.

Some fall on my eyes, and I can't see, but I open my mouth, expecting a kiss from him, which he does. Soon I feel another spit hitting the back of my throat, which caught me by surprise, making me gag a little, but I control it and swallow his sweet kiss.

When I can move the spit from my eyes and see again, I notice that Master has already left.

Look. More college boys. I must tell everyone about my class. I can't fail my Master.

PROFESSOR CAITLIN POV ENDS