The slut teacher must say no to her orgasms

I grab her firmly by the waist and increase my strength pounding her ass.

Her hands pick the table with so much strength, leaving marks on the wood with her nails.

She continues screaming until she finally let go of my spum inside her intestines. I collapse on top of her.

We are both exhausted and recovering our breaths, with my cock, still inside her.

I get up and finally move from her. The cum starts leaking from her butthole, but I quickly spread her dress around her holes to keep everything there for now.

I move from behind her while she remains immobile, eyes closed but still conscious. Slowly, I move to the other side of the table and put my cock at her face. She initially opens her mouth when she notices me and starts to clean my cock with her mouth.

"That's it, Professor. Clean it." I told her while I caress her hair. I can see some gestures of disgust on her face, but she doesn't show any complaint. Fortunately, she already has the health recommendations I sent all my girls to prepare for this. She is only sucking her ass juices from much cock. Nothing else. Nothing brown.

"Yesterday, Freya made me a gift. She gave me her orgasms."

"She is so...well trained..." She tries to answer with my cock still in her mouth.

"She didn't want to cum. She begs me not to allow her to cum."

"How much...time..."

"Forever."

"What?" She responds, taking my cock out of her mouth due to the impression.

"Don't stop," I command her, putting my bitter cock back in her mouth. "She wanted to renounce to cum for me. She gave me all her orgasms. All voluntarily."

"That is so nice... Master."

"I want the same from you."

Again, she stops sucking my cock due to the sock. At this point, I have it all clean, so I cease to make her continue and put it inside my pants.

"I am not sure if I can, Master." She answers, still shocked.

"Relax. You don't need to answer yet."

"Can at least cum now?"

"No, " I deny her. "I want to do something the next week, and I need you horny and denied. I forbid you to cum until the end of the next week."

"Ok, Master, and after that?"

"After that, it is up to you."

"So, I can cum in a week."

"Yes, but if you do," I add to inform her of her options, "I won't capture you.

My condition to capture you with the APP is that you have not cum."

"And after you capture me?"

"You need to voluntarily give up to orgasms if you want to be captured. I won't ever allow you to cum."

"I need to process it, Master."

"Don't worry. If you cum I won't punish you. We will continue with our current relationships. You will remain to be my ****."

"But not with the APP." She sighs with some desperation. " Can I have one last cum before that?"

"No, " I reply to her, " I want the last orgasm you had to be last. I want you to remember that when you had it, you didn't know it was the last."

"I am not sure when I had it exactly. I didn't give attention to orgasms before you started to deny me."

"Good, that is even better. Do you still want to cum?"

"No, Master," she answers, accepting her future. "I won't cum this week. And I hope to say the same next week."

"Good girl." I compliment her while petting her head.

After letting all clear with the Professor, I sit again in her chair and start to use her computer. Meanwhile, the Professor drops to the floor at my side, resting her arms on my thighs, looking at what I am doing without disturbing me.

There is something I always wanted to do, and now that the campus has been overruled, I can make it possible. No one will try to stop me.

A two-hour class for male students to learn how to domesticate their girls. Professor classes won't be subtle anymore about their anti-feminism. They will go wild without limits, teaching everything, from girls being objects to the many ways to **** them and beat them. How to make them **** without orgasms. How to react when they say no. Erase their dignity. Making her apologize for feminism. Everything.

AntiFeminism 101.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes!" She answers excitedly about what I am writing. "I love it! I can teach all that I want without limits?"

"Prepare this class for every Monday. Go wild. I will bring my sister."

"Can I make the suggestion? The name does not have as much hook as it deserves."

"Suggestions?"

"Mysogyny 101. Easy and simple."

"I don't like that term," I answer, slightly angry. "I don't hate women. I want them to live as inferiors because it is their natural place. Equality is the truth of hate against women because it's wanting to treat them as what they aren't: persons."

"I understand your point of view, Master. But most other men won't do it. Misogyny is a term that everyone will understand. Including women."

"Ok, ok," I answer, defeated. "I 'll change it."

Maybe it is time to accept that I am a misogynist and embrace the term. Still, I'm not too fond of it, but the class must have it as a name.

Ok, Misogyny 101 following Monday.

"Why is it only for men, Master? I won't teach girls how to behave?"

I don't answer, but I want this to be male only formally. If women are not people, they shouldn't enroll in classes because objects don't do that. They are tools.

So, I put a note about only allowing men. And then, I add a list of tools required for the class. Discreetly, as if it didn't matter, I indicate a list of tools they must bring: a pencil, a girl, a notebook, etc.

"You're so clever, Master," She praises me when she reads the tool list. "I like it."

"How many boys do you believe will come to this class?"

"Too many. I am not sure if they will fill in my class."

"Ok, let's require two girls. That discard everyone who has only captured one."

"Still too much, Master."

"No, no, the girls won't use the chairs. They will sit on the floor."

"Nice! But there still won't be enough room for everyone."

"Ok, ok. Can you book the auditorium?"

"Of course," she confirms while giving me access to the college webpage to reserve it with her account credentials, which she happily shares with me. With that, there won't be any more problems. I don't need to hide it. I book it with the Professor's name using the actual class name. I even add a small description on the reservation page without hiding what she will teach. If what the Professor told me is accurate, we will have some male teachers listening to the class. They won't stop this.

"What are those numbers, Master?" She asks me to point to the part of the announcement where I indicated everyone will receive two numbers.

"It is an idea I have for the class. You will love it. For now, you only need to know you must assign to every student two consecutive numbers.

"In the order they enroll?"

"No, I want those numbers not to be special. Pick two consecutive numbers between 101 and 999. Avoid round numbers like 100, 200, 150, 250, etc. So, no number feels special. For example, I could be 237 and 238."

"Ok, I get it. I have an idea of what this could be. It could be so cool."

I add a small porn image with some degrading text, and everything is ready.

I send the announcement to print many copies on the Professor's printer, and I also use her account to make all the campus printers available to do the same. After that, I enter the college website with the Professor's account and added the document to the list of announcements like any other new class so that everyone could find it on the main page.

I get up, helping her too. And pick the copies.

"I want you to give this to every male student you see with multiple girls. Prepare for the class this weekend, ok? If I have ideas, I will share them with you, but apart from that, you are free to do what you want. You can ask me questions, but try to avoid me spoilers."

"Thank you, Master! I love it! I love you! I will prepare it, Master! It will be amazing!"

"Do I also send it by email?"

"Yes, send emails to every male student, but first, I want you to spend the rest of the day giving it in person to everyone you see with girls."

We start to move out of the office, where I notice that she had raised her zip up her top before going out.

I stop her and unzip her top when we are in the hallway.

"The campus has fallen. No need to hide your tits."

I leave both of her tits exposed, still red from the beating I gave her before. She put her hands behind her back to submissively allow me to do what I want.

Even if the tits are red, their color is lighter than when I was slapping them, so it is clear her tits need a little maintenance to keep their redness. She remains stoical with her hands behind her back with only some tiny moans and little screens coming from her mouth, more from pleasure than from pain, holding the pamphlets while I fond, bite, pinch, squeeze, and slap her tits until they are entirely red.

Then I grab her head and spit a few times on her face, having multiple spits on her forehead and cheeks. She opens her mouth to show me that she approves of this treatment, and I spit a kiss inside it.

I don't care if someone hears us or sees us. This is how I want her to make promotion off the new class, so no one has doubts about what treatment girls will receive on it.

"That's it, perfect," I praise her admiring my work. "You are ready to hand out the pamphlets. Also, tell everyone who picks a pamphlet to slap each of your tits once to keep it redness."

"I love you, Master."

She has earned another spit kiss on her mouth.

I leave her to give the notice to everyone. It is time for me to spend the rest of the day with my sister.