“No ma’am,” I mouthed, hardly even listening to her. By the time I was naked my heart was pounding, my breath heavy and my c**k as painfully, urgently upright as ever.
“Good,” my professor purred again. “Let’s go then!”
Once again she seized me by the p***s and pulled me along after her inside.
Once again we retraced the same route: dining room, sitting room, hallway; bedroom. But rather than proceed on into the Domination Room, with all of its mirrors, pegboards, and various insidious devices, my inscrutable goddess stopped me at the foot of her enormous canopied bed.
Mad visions of sharing this with her were promptly shattered. A low, sturdy, six foot-square table had been placed there, and once again several coils of rope and that well-remembered ball-gag awaited me. Dr. Teasel move
