Ms Kyoto has her way with Melissa

Professor Kyoto turned the machine up, giving Melissa a sharp direct jolt that caused the coed to blackout. After about fifteen minutes Melissa regained consciousness. She awoke and found herself restrained upright in the center of her professor’s office. Apparently the older Asian woman had shackles hidden in the floor and ceiling, now Melissa was bound by them. Melissa could feel the shackles pulling her wrists and ankles tight, holding her in an X position. Looking around she realized she still had the tiara of Professor Kyoto’s on her head and that she had been stripped to her bra and panties and little white socks. She was about to wonder where the professor was when she felt the presence of the woman behind her and Kyoto’s hands on her hips and side.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too much. I wanted to adjust you to a better position but I didn’t think you would cooperate.” Kyoto said running her hands up Melissa’s side and pressing against the coed’s back. The woman ran her hands up to Melissa’s bra encased breasts, running her hands over the pink fabric with red hearts. “This is such a cute bra.” Kyoto commented stroking the tops of Melissa’s tits. “Imagine to my surprise when I thought I would just have a cute student to play with, I get not only that but Rocketgirl as well.” Kyoto then slipped one hand up Melissa’s neck to her chin, taking Melissa and turning her face to the side Professor Kyoto kissed her bound student.

“You are sick woman.” Melissa said struggling against her bonds. She squirmed more as she watched Kyoto’s hands slide back down to her bra, and could not do anything as the woman pulled the cups down off Melissa’s breasts, exposing them. Kyoto slid her fingers along Melissa’s perky warheads, to the perfect swollen tips, stroking them between her fingers. “Uhhhhhh.” Melissa groaned in response to the stimulation. “Stop please….”

“Stop? I think you like this, you can try to deny it but your body is saying you like this.” Kyoto said as her fingers continued to slide over Melissa’s pointy nipples. “Maybe I need to help convince your mind what your body likes.” Professor Kyoto stopped stroking Melissa’s nipples for a moment to punch some commands into her computer activating the tiara on Melissa’s forehead. Melissa jerked and gasped as the machine was activated. “Don’t worry, I am just feeding pleasurable and slutty thoughts into your mind now…. Nothing more.” Kyoto said as her fingertips returned to Melissa’s breasts. “Now doesn’t that feel good?”

“Uhhhhh ohhhh.” Melissa bit her lip her mind confused. Part of her was screaming no, that her professor was sick and deranged, but a growing part of her was saying yes yes. “ummmm yesss.” Melissa said sighing. Melissa’s body started wiggling against professor Kyoto in response to the stimulation, and she felt the professor slide one hand down over her firm belly as the other continued to toy with her large sexy missiles. The hand slid down over Melissa’s matching panties down to the growing wet spot over her crotch. Melissa unconsciously spread her thighs for the invasive hand.

“I love the matching panties too.” Kyoto teased as she stroked Melissa’s panty covered mound with the back of her finger tips. “You are such a sexy and naughty student.” The asian woman’s fingers then slipped into melissa’s panties, into the coed’s bush and a finger sought out her wet slit. “You can’t tell me now that you are not enjoying this, being helpless and me having my way with you.”

“Please, don’t stop.” Melissa said her hips rolling as she rubbed her wet sex against Kyoto’s fingertip. Melissa’s eyes were closed and the bliss was overcoming her. Kyoto’s device was working. All of her other thoughts were being overcome and suppressed by the sexy and naughty thoughts being fed into her mind.

“I don’t plan to.” Kyoto said as she fingered Melissa, feeling her student’s wet folds. “In fact I think we are ready to move to the next step.” Kyoto then stepped away from Melissa’s body for a moment. And the professor could hear Melissa whimper disappointed. This caused the woman to smile to herself, the machine was having the desired affect it had control over Melissa and now all the girl wanted was sex. Kyoto knew she could use this device to influence and control people. When professor Kyoto stepped behind Melissa again she was nude, wearing only a strapon fastened tightly around her waist. She pressed back against Melissa and rubbed the strapon against the helpless girl, letting Melissa feel it. Kyoto held the strapon in one hand and rubbed down melissa’s crack and between her legs. “You want this don’t you?”

Melissa gasped at the touch of the strapon and moved her ass in response, rubbing her body against Professor Kyoto’s. “Yyyessss, fuckkk meee” Melissa said overcome by the machine.