Head Back to Campus

Even though I had finished with my classes, I knew there were still many people at school who had afternoon classes, and many were hot coeds to mess with.

I made my way to campus, and I saw my English professor Dr. Milbourne. Milbourne was an intellingent, straight-laced, well spoken woman. She was always well dressed, and often wore her hair in tight buns. I had found her quite attractive, and knew if I ever got to see her in jejans and a t-shrit with her hair down, she would look rather sexy. She was wearing a black pantsuit and sitting on a bench outside the humanties building.

I walked up to her. "Hello, Dr. Milbourne. Waiting for someone?"

"Oh, hello, John. Yes, I'm going to meet a colleague for tea."

I took out the watch and waved it in front of her. She quickly went into a trance. "Dr. Milbourne, when I snap my fingers, you will call your colleague and tell him...or her you cannot meet for tea as you are having a bout of explosive gas. You will then invite me to your office as you need to talk to me in private."

I snapped my fingers.

Dr. Milbourne blinked a few times. She took her phone out of her blazer pocket. She called someone. "Hello, Harris, this is Roberta. I cannot meet you as I have a bout of explosive gas....yes...thank you...yes that sounds good." She hung up. "John, would you come to me to my office."

"Yes, Dr. Milbourne."

A few minutes later were were in Dr. Milbourne's office with the door closes. "Um, John, I'm...well, I can't remember why I asked you here."

I took out the watch and put her back into a trance. "Roberta, remove your blazer and put it on the back of your chair."

Still in her trance, Roberta removed her blazer and walked to her chair. She hung her blazer on the back of her chair then stood there quietly.

"Come back over here and stand in front of me."

She obeyed.

"Take off your shoes and slacks."

She obeyed again. Leaving her shoes on the floor by her feet and holding onto her slacks. I took the slacks out of her hands. She was wearing a pair of pale pink cotton panties. "Tuck your shirt into your panties then pull the waistband of your panties up higher.

Again, without a word or change of expression, Roberta obeyed.

"Take your slacks, but put them on backwards and leave the zipper open."

As I watched the normally imaculately put together professor obey me. I looked around the office and spotted a dispaly of dried flowers, feathers, and leaves.

I took two feathers and stuck them firmly into Roberta's bun, and added a few stems and flowers.

Roberta had her slacks on backwards.

"Roberta, when I snap my fingers, you will not realize there is anything wrong with your clothes. You will also not realize there is anything unusual about your hair. You will want to take a walk around campus, but leave your blazer here. If someone points out your panties are showing, you will realize you subconciously dressed this way because you get really turned one when male students catch glimpses of your panties. A couple of times a week, you will find ways to give boys a glimpse of your panties while not making it look intentional. Do you understand all of that?"

She nodded.

"After I leave your office, you will realize how sexy you find me. Tonight when you go to bed, you will become very, very horny. You will masturbate while fantasizing about me fucking you over your desk, but you will be unable to orgasm, and you will find this very frustrating. Tomorrow when you see me in class, you will remember that fantasy and want me to fuck you after class."

I walked around Roberta. The waistband of her panties stuck up over the waistband of her slacks, and her fly was pulled wide open. I had a hard-on, and thought about fucking her right there, but I thought ginning her up and setting her up would be more fun. By this time tomorrow, four attractive woman would crave my cock in them.

I snapped my fingers.

"Well, Dr Milbourne. I have to go. If you can remember what you wanted to tell me, tell me after class tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you, John."

I tried not to smirk at how silly she looked with all the things sticking out of her hair. I smiled at her and left her office.

I waited outside the front doors and saw Roberta walk out, see me, smile politely and walk off, ,panties on display and feathers, sticks, and leaves stickng out of her bun.