Sleep With My Professor

1. ESELY Friday afternon's last lesson. Even though it was sweltering than the Devil's pit, Professor Edmend wouldn't switch on the air conditioner since something had gone awry in the vent. Perhaps some of it was my responsibility after a previous practical joke in the teachers' lounge a few weeks before, but I had no clue how the scent had made its way to the social studies classroom. The professor jerked his fingers. You'll shortly have examinations. " Focus," he said, gazing at everyone in the room. I wasn't paying any attention to him. He had to let free. He took each subject seriously, and as a result, I felt as like I was being lectured to rather than attempting to prepare for my final examinations. I was in my last year. If he had any say in the matter, I would have graduated already. My Omega brothers would be happy to have me remain, so it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed behind. He yelled, "Esely," this time spitting a bit in the air. Everyone around me is taking notes. He laughed and said, "What are you doing? You're "playing with yourself under the table." I scowled and shook my head. "It's not appropriate to ask that," At him, I furrowed my brows. It's totally improper, but I'm not. Around me, the other students laughed. In this classroom and at this school, I was a legend. I brought fun and vitality to this town. Few others could concur with it. Probably comedians, but this wasn't a college for clowns. I should know since I looked around for one but none of them would take my swimming scholarship. "Copy these notes," He made a finger snap. "Be careful to research the theory behind these sociologists. It's significant. "He turned around and grabbed a piece of chalk. I said, "You can at least turn the A/C on." " "Perhaps I would if it didn't smell like fermented yoghurt." He struck the board with the chalk stick. My back began to perspire as a result of the scrape on the board. I had had it. I was impossible to concentrate on. I didn't have a stupid hand fan I could wave in my direction to have warm air blown in my face. I rose up and searched my pockets while the professor turned his back on me. My lighter was in my hand. I intended to calm down. taking a seat at the desk as the kids next to me hold it stable. They were laughing in secret because they knew what I was about to do. The lighter was clicked before a flame was seen. I raised it as near to the ceiling sprinkler system as I could. The other pupils secured their computers beneath the desk with their laps. I'd packed a notepad that was just partially utilized. I didn't care if it got wet since I didn't really need this lesson. I positioned the flame against the sprinkler while extending. The floodgates finally opened wide and began pouring down on us all in a matter of seconds. In the space, a second sprinkler thudded and sprayed water in a circular pattern. Resuming my seat. The only clue that it was me was that others were gazing, and maybe there was also a history of my executing such acts. In this heat, the cold water was a welcome break. As delight and enthusiasm poured from the others, I was able to unwind into it. They were now calmed down and revitalized since I had done my thing for society. My tongue briefly expanded before retracting in response to the peculiar flavor. When I opened my eyes, Professor Edmend was in front of me. Sprinklers stopped working. Two other instructors entered the space and inquired about the incident. It wasn't surprising that everyone was staring at me since they were always anticipating what I would do next. Being a reality TV celebrity was similar to that, except there were no cameras present—unless you include the cameras on everyone's phones. "Who did that?" you ask. His speech was like a whip, breaking. Someone did it. He had never seemed so animated to me. Then I saw his laptop on the table next to the documents he was grading. I had messed up, but it wasn't the first time and I didn't think it would be the last. I was left alone with the professor after everyone left the room. It was a good thing that the floor was tiled since it made it simple to remove the water. He remarked, approaching the classroom entrance, "You remain seated. "Y He drew the blind down over the slatted window and shut the door. He paced back and forth and added, "The fact that you're still in this college after everything you'd done tells me all I need to know." "I don't care about the documents, and I'm not concerned about the laptop. Those documents may be printed again since it was a college laptop. “Ok. I—” I reached under the desk and retrieved my luggage. "Everyone was on the boil. Nobody was even watching your pointless class. Chapter 2 He mocked, "Stupid class," and moved up to me. He was soaked. Through his shirt, I could see his erect n*****s and hairy chest. I gave him a smile. "People are enrolled in this class because they want to learn about society, people, and the world." He groaned and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and fingertips. I suppose they just need to look at you once to realize that's what the future holds. I turned to face myself as I wiped the sprinkler water pool away while placing my hands up on the tabletop. "Yes, all of this," I said. "What exactly is wrong with it, then? " "You are very conceited; you have passed this class by skating. I should have let you go months ago, but your coach believes you're some kind of golden kid, so I didn't. Even so, do you own a gold medal? " because he asked. I rose and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I said, "You've had students who actually paid attention in class, but I've won more gold medals for swimming." "At this point, you can either give me credit for calming this place down or—" He approached and took my suitcase in his hand. He responded, "You're not going anywhere. You are required to remove every last drop of water from this room with a mop and a bucket. I responded, tugging the sack even more firmly, "Listen." I've had to go someplace else. “No. He tugged with an unusual amount of effort for a teacher, saying, "You have to be right here, cleaning up the mess you caused. You may not be aware of this, but I am in charge of the final grading. I anticipate you to act now if you wish to graduate. " I forbade anybody from speaking to me in such manner. I pulled the sack again. Everything sprang out the zipper like a spring-loaded jack-in-the-box as it opened. Unseen clothes by anybody else was now wetly arranged on the desk. I kept gazing at it. He gave it his whole attention. Silky fabric, thrills, and black and white lace are now soaking up the water. A set of cat ears was added as the last touch. Professor Edmend grinned as he released the sack. I don't want to snoop into my pupils' personal affairs, but this is an odd outfit selection. I believed Halloween to be in October. My face became crimson from the heat. I seldom felt humiliated. I was very mortified, to be honest. I thought my body was incapable of feeling such sensations. I was tenacious and self-assured, and nothing could change that. There was nothing else save this and Professor Edmend staring down at my kitten play clothing. I exclaimed "Oh f**k," nearly having a panic attack. “I—” He grabbed at the outfit. “Wait,” he said, smiling. You are employed by the kitty club. I bet they pay extra for jocks dressed like this.” He shook his head as he scanned my body. He could not face the condemnation in his gaze. "It's a f*****g job," I said. "How on earth would you even know that?" I asked while shrugging. "What do you do? Gay?” "Yeah," he said. "Everyone is aware that I'm homosexual. I've decorated the classroom with pride flags. I typically wear one on my jacket, but right now it's too hot to do so. The worst kind of somersaults occurred in my stomach. Because we had been hooking up at the frat house for more than a year, the only other person who knew I was bisexual. "I'm not gay," I asserted. He murmured, sliding his fingers over the clothing, "I never claimed you were. I'm wondering how you obtained a job or why you would even go to work there. " He started asking me questions now that I didn't want to answer. It was an underground club. " It wasn't something you just happened to stumble across. You have to be looking for something specifically in order to find it. That is how I had discovered it, at least. " I gave a headshake. The location lacked a name . Only those who knew the location could enter; it was only a place. This was not a case of a name being located using Google maps. "Try again," I instructed as I stuffed the damp clothing into my suitcase. And they were now drenched. Chapter 3 With that pained rage expression once again on his face, he continued, "You still have to clean this." "If you intend to be on time for your shift. I advise you to act fast. I chuckled, "Prof," and shook my head. I need to dry this off now. "Not my fault, then, is it?" He should not have given such a dull lesson. If he hadn't, I may not have taken such extreme measures for my own amusement. Even yet, I was aware that there wasn't much I could do. I could almost feel the professor getting ready to punch my card. I didn't want to be exposed or, worse, left behind thus close to graduation. A few months ago, as Emmett emerged, the frat house was standing behind him. A few others also disclosed their s****l orientation, but I remained silent. One of the Vander twins, Spencer, with whom I had been having s*x, also came out as bisexual, and he subsequently went on to find love. "Fine," I yelled. "However, if anybody finds out—" He raised his hands. He remarked, wearing a lovely costume, "I'd never out you and that." I wasn't sure whether I trusted him. MARK My buddy Cadic had been pleading with me to go out a brand-new club in town for months. He admired its subterranean location. It lacked a name, but all the lads were decked out in maid attire, with cat ears, cosmetics, and some of them sporting tail-adorned butt plugs. I was aware that Esely worked there. I reported for a new laptop for the classroom when he had cleaned it, then I left for my apartment. I couldn't stop picturing his face. He was a danger and a jock. He had pulled countless practical jokes on the class. I found comedy in the circumstances at hand. Thumbtacks, whoopee cushions, and laser pointers. He was a boy guy. He was 22 years old. I used the system to find up his age. I was twenty years his senior. Being his instructor ought to have dissuaded me from wanting to imagine him wearing that lace-trimmed dress and those stockings. I tried to stop myself, but I was unable to do so. As I struggled to stay focused on marking assignments, I had to fight off many erections. Esely's arrogant visage would resurface whenever the page would halt, insulting me and pleading with me to come meet him at the club. —Cadic. What are your plans for this evening? I text. He could have had arrangements beforehand, but knowing Cadic, he would have been open to altering them if I had consented to go out. —Wow. He is still alive! Your last message was days ago. I nearly visited your institution to see if anybody recognized this geek with gray hair. —You're hysterical. No. I want to leave. the location of the kittens. —You aren't prepared for it.Grab me. You're not ready for all a tiny cat delivers, Mark, and I say it as a friend. I was unprepared. He was correct, but I was eager to see Esely suited up to prove him wrong. He was a swimmer, and I had undoubtedly seen him in tight Speedos in one of the trophy cases, but until I discovered his preference for lace and silk, I had never given him or his body that kind of consideration. I'm all set! Pick me up tonight. I had to let some steam out. —Fine! Don't, however, dress in a constipated manner. Do not dress in a manner befitting a teacher, by the way. Noted. —In an hour, I'll be there. Your automobile is coming with us. It's prettier. I was unbothered. I was going to give my body and mind the exact amount of thrill they had been craving tonight. ensuring that when I came home, I would have enough music in my head to play. There were many of clothing for teaching in my wardrobe. I spent most of the year teaching. During breaks on the beach, there was a little area for swimsuits. Cadic greeted me by saying, "Tragic," as I unlocked the door for him. I wore a Hawaiian shirt with a white vest, beige cargo shorts, and sandals. I believed my appearance was adequate. Summertime casual attire like this was ideal for going out at night. What is incorrect with it? He looked over the top of his sunglasses and shook his head. “No.” I said, "I don't know whether there's a clothing code, or anything. "What do you suppose I do all week, attend these sexcapades underground?" He raised one brow, sighing, "Obviously not. We'll figure you out, however. Tay, you seem to be a covert police officer. Chapter 4 I was aware that was plainly wrong. I blinked. Sometimes it was awful to listen to Cadic. From what I understood, the guy had never encountered a kink that he did not like. My hair was somewhat pushed up as a result of his brushing some wax putty through it. making remarks about how I had allowed it to get so gray. I wore a leather jacket over a t-shirt, dark blue trousers, and boots. All of these items were in my closet, but they didn't exactly scream "I'm me," and I wasn't sure it was a leather bar. On Cadic's request, I purchased the garment particularly for a leather bar. He laughed and said, "You need to look cool, not like you haven't been laid in fifteen years." I said to him, "You know that's not true. "I already told you I wasn't biting, but the last time I got laid it was right before Christmas and it was with the guy you set me up with." He gave me a look that I was familiar with. Such a critical queen, he was. I hadn't even told him the true reason I wanted to travel there because I knew that if I did, it would only be a matter of time until he was pressuring me into a forbidden relationship or outlining all the reasons why it was a bad idea. Luckily, Cadic and I were both aware that he would carry out both. As a result, I remained silent throughout. After shaving off the facial hair on my cheeks and dousing myself in fragrance, I was prepared to see what all the excitement was about. It was really out in the wilderness. Cadic sped my vehicle. There was a second exit to a location advertised as "Gable Manor" before you turned off to depart, which was twenty minutes' drive from my apartment and along a highway. We're heading to someone's home, right? As we stepped into a road with substantial trees on each side of it, I questioned. There was a large wrought-iron gate along the road, and automobiles were parked in a row behind it. Lights and a water feature within the home made it come to life. Cadic grinned. "It's Gable Manor," he said. "I am a reader." Then you understand who Gustav Gable is, he said. "This guy had a cat obsession. Like forty years ago, he passed away. “Wait.” I tightened my face. The question "Is he still in there?" “No, no. His legacy, however, is. I could stay here for days. I'm amazed you decided to come after all this time, but I guess that's why," he added. It's now owned by another eccentric who essentially exploits it as his own exclusive club. He gave my shoulder a gentle stroke. But don't be alarmed. Since I am a member, you are welcome to visit today. Unusual given I came here because one of my pupils refused to learn from me, it turned out I had a lot to learn. I was curious as to what made this location unique and why he chose to pay attention to it rather than me. The gate opened for us when Cadic called his name at the entrance. Once inside, we parked in a lengthy row with other vehicles and proceeded to the main entrance, which was at the top of some steps and had a large porch. As we moved closer, there was no sound coming from within. Both inside and exterior lighting were beaming on the home, which was lit up. You're going to adore this, he assured her. These young men dress up. It's similar to Playboy, except animals and humans aren't subject to some old man's whim. He was accurate. This was exactly the same. The door was opened by a boy wearing the maid's black and white attire. His shaggy black locks were covered in fluffy cat ears, and his face was contoured with highlights and eyeliner whiskers on his cheeks and dazzling pink blush. “Welcome.” I was amazed. All of this was going on right in front of my eyes. Other males followed the youngsters while pacing the room in silk robes and almost nothing else. It was one enormous playhouse. "This is it," Cadic said, taking off his jacket to show a sleek, black harness that was wrapped around his torso. I'll let you go now. Come find me if you want to go, but try to hold out for at least a few hours. Now that I had a foot in the door, all I needed to do was explore the organization. And I was searching for Esely when I said it. The kid said, "You're new." I'll explain the rules to you. As Cadic walked away, he put his arm over my. While there isn't a set of guidelines, there are several things we all agree upon. No cell phones. Avoid recording films or taking images of your wife or girlfriend while on the phone. He groaned and shook his head. It's "such a turn off." “Oh—ok.” I grabbed for my phone in my pocket. Anyhow, it was always set to mute. And what else? "Go with the flow," he said. The Manor had several rooms, but Lyon, the owner, insisted that using them required consent and that no p*****t could be exchanged. He's never here, so that's not actually followed, and a tip is something we all like. In front of a doorway, we stopped. At me, he batted his eyelids. “A tip?” "Yep," he said. To provide a service. Just a little bit to let you know how well we're doing. Cadic had not brought up it. "And do you want a tip?" I quizzed him. He kept batting his eyelids. Well, I've covered the essentials. A tongue snap startled both of us. When I glanced around, Esely was decked in costume, complete with attached ears and a matching glitter accent on his face. He rose up and shook his head. “Leave.” Chapter 5 “Me?” I made a finger gesture towards myself. "Jasper, no. Go on," he yelled. Esely came over as the kid left my side without leaving a gratuity. I looked him up and down and remarked, "I had to come and see for myself." He wore pink ribbon bows at the ankles of long, white stockings that reached his thighs. I'm not shocked. When you saw them, I knew you wouldn't be able to help but come. I moved back, trapping myself against the wall, as he moved forward. He reduced the distance between us. His soft, silky lips made contact. I had no idea there would be so much—in the face. "Now that you've seen, you can leave." He turned aside, and I grasped his hand. “No. You often attend my class and are always the worst, I remarked. "It's about time I had some fun." Esely pinned me immobile by pressing his body against mine. He said, "You think you're accomplishing something. His hand pressed on my pectoral and clutched my chest. "Remember that I'm the student? You are the unsavory little instructor who came here in the hope of gaining an edge. I shook my head as I resisted the want to open my lips due to the intense heart palpitations. "You want to know what I do?" he questioned. I can take you into a room and show you what it looks like if that helps you feel better. I say, "I—I don't." I had come here just to see how he looked, and I had now encountered him. My painful erection had returned. I believe this gives me the upper hand over you, he added. "I'm simply a nice, innocent kid trying to become rich. You're a dishonest guy in a position of authority who wants to bring me into a room and—" His lips, which were shiny and juicy, were slapped. So, how much are you ready to pay me in exchange for my silence? I inserted my finger inside his neck collar. "Not a cent," I said. I said, feeling the adrenaline shoot me in the throat, "I might need to have a talk with the counselors on campus, it's a shame to see young people like you resort to this type of life." He gave a quiet purr. Oh, is it a subservient teacher's voice, he wondered. "I didn't believe you have the capacity. You'll discover that it's against the law to tell someone what you witnessed here. I said, "I bet you enjoy being told what to do." "Just one loud plea for help. act erratically. “Go on.” My neck was tingled by his sweet voice. You should be aware of my fantasies about you. You may be arrogant, but when you yell at me, I get a raging boner. He tried to take my hand, and I let him since I was curious. He questioned, "Do I get you hard, Sir?" Or, do you favor Master? I was strong. My c**k demanded to be taken out from within my pants. Even though I typically have no trouble speaking, I stumbled. He slipped his fingers from mine and murmured, "When you find your voice, come find me." That should have gone differently, in my opinion. I hadn't anticipated him approaching me so quickly, but he was aware of the no camera rule and I wasn't the kind of person to snap a photo or use blackmail. Unless using blackmail as a tactic to encourage my kid to pay attention and participate in class. After all, I now understood more than ever that he was a fully developed adult. As I turned to look, I saw other youngsters holding hands with males. Some of them ate from their hands while sitting on laps. It didn't take me long to stroll in and see Cadic giving a boy's head a gentle stroke while the child sipped milk from a saucer on the floor. He inquired, "You need something?" To beat my c**k into oblivion, I sought out a restroom. I wanted to go home and beat my c**k until it was completely gone. We had only just arrived, though, so we couldn't go right away. I smiled at him and turned to go. ESELY Naturally, he appeared. Clearly, he had every right to act in that manner. Even though I had done the most of the pushing, the guy essentially pushed up against me. Knowing he was here, maybe lurking behind a corner or doing something similarly nasty, worried me out. My happiest spot was right here. I adored dressing up and getting my makeup done by one of the other kitties. Between this place and the frat house, the vibe was different. It would have made me uncomfortable to remove everything and leave, but I doubt the professor would ever reveal his presence to anybody, much less that he saw me, one of his pupils, whom he bumped into. Alcohol back at the home was purchased with the money I earned here. Nobody else was aware of the fact that Jordan's parents were gradually breaking off contact with him and that the frat money were rapidly depleting. The fact that the one person who came in to assist us was fired or resigned didn't help. He left us for whatever reason, and the school didn't assign us a new house director, particularly when the semester and school year were about to expire. I have never interacted with anybody here. The regulation on touching was quite strict, but if you gave your agreement, everything was on the table—and sometimes really on the table. I took off my clothes in the dressing room and peered out at the other men leaving and some of them coming in. I never imagined that I would be surrounded by muscular guys or slender men dressed as our cat play characters in our uniforms in any of my visions. Some of them had little Hello Kitty pins on them, while others had rainbow ribbon knotted around their waists. One of the guys saw me looking at him in the mirror as he was applying eyeliner and said, "What's it like down there?" The question "Make much?" I said, "Couple hundred bucks," while flexing my biceps under my tight t-shirt. Chapter 6 He murmured, "Ooh," while pouting his lips. Well, aren't you fortunate. I shrugged and replied, "They love to sniff and bite, but in a fun way. My d**k was off limits to them, and I wouldn't have allowed them do anything more than touch me. They would have attempted to f**k if I had let them in there, and I was still finding out how I felt about males and s*x in general. I returned home on my motorcycle after stopping at a nearby liquor shop to buy a few bottles of alcohol. The party had already started when I returned to the frat home. Considering all the parties we had throughout the years, it was surprisingly low-key. That was mostly caused by the school hitting us hard. I pulled up to the garage and parked before exiting with the tiny crate of booze bottles. Applause followed, raising them far over my head. At the sight of the booze, they applauded. Jordan, the fraternity president, was standing guard at the entrance when I gave him the package. "I'm going to change and come down in a minute." Is that sparkle? I shook my head and rubbed the back of my fingers across my face. Most likely, sweat. You desire some? I scoffed while clutching my bag. On my walk around the house, many inebriated people stopped me and demanded to chat. They spoke in a slurred manner and made lofty declarations, but I needed to go store this things and take a shower. The Manor had a limit to how much the makeup wipes could do. I walked into my room and heard someone say, "Ash." I refused to allow anybody else to move into the shared room that was meant to be in my room when the man backed out. I had a tiny double bed made by combining the two single beds. I said, "Spencer," and turned on the light. I questioned, "What are you doing?" “Wait—wait. What are you doing outside at night? He sprang from my bed and said, "I was waiting for you." He closed the bedroom door by pushing me up against it. "You have avoided me. It also aches. What would you do, for instance, if I just stopped avoiding you? Right now, I wasn't in the mood to entertain this lunacy. "You're dating someone. I won't assist you in your affair with her. I'd be happy to speak with you if you split up, however. Weird things were going on between us. I was a member of the swimming team, as was Spencer. He was young. Before Spencer, I had only ever been with females, so he made the first move. When Spencer came out as bisexual, I just found out that he had been hooking up with any hidden bi or gay males on school for more than a year. And then right away—I was still trying to figure out how—he got himself a girlfriend. Even though the timing seemed odd, I decided not to pass too harsh judgment on him. "Sadie and I were hooking up for a very long time," he said. "Since we're almost certainly going to end up together, I made the approach. It's not like she is unaware of my bisexuality. She even inquired about threesomes. I am aware that she is okay with my looking at males. I informed him, slipping my backpack from my shoulders, "Yeah, well, I'm not interested in you and Sadie." "At this time, I'm not interested in you." I was only interested in one guy, and I detested the idea of wanting anything to do with him. Tonight when I saw the rage in his eyes, it really hit me, but when I looked back at Spencer, I felt nothing. “Sorry. When Emmett arrived, a lot of males came out, so maybe look for someone else. He moved backward. "Are you serious at this moment?" Deadly grave. I may put up an act that I don't care, but when it counts, I do. You must thus leave my room. Spencer furrowed his brows and pouted. But, he said, "what if I moved into your room?" "You once suggested that," Spence, you're not understanding. No, we can't. I never considered myself to be someone who could bother others while also upsetting them. However, offending someone to the point of crying wasn't who I was. I was the light relief; I was the joke that tickled your funny bone and made you squirm inside. "You decided that," I said to him. And I really hope you'll respect that. I spoke in a more solemn tone. He gave a nod. At least he recognized it. But I wasn't sure whether he really understood it or if he was just acting as if he did since that's what I wanted. He exited my room as I walked away from the doorway. The doors were unlocked, but I had a little wood wedge that I could kick under the bottom of the door to keep it closed. I reclined on the bed and looked up at the ceiling as the low vibrating throb of dance and techno music echoed throughout the home. I removed a little amount of the glitter residue from my skin by rubbing a hand over my face. I had to get much better at washing my face before returning. Glitter was in everything these days, so nobody would really object, and I had probably used glitter in over a hundred practical jokes at this point. Jokes were a highlight of the day. The clean-up wasn't happening, but today's sprinkler was. Chapter 7 I reached into my underwear while lifting my t-shirt to my belly button, clutching at the semi-erect c**k that was only partially awake due to Professor Edmend's ideas. I had no idea the dude wore t-shirts or leather. His formal teaching attire gave off the impression that he was a rigid adherent to the rules. The question "You want to f**k?" I tried other words I may have uttered to him in a whisper. You wish to take care of my cat's requirements completely? I needed a lot of things. After responding to a job posting, I started playing with kittens. I first found the concept of dressing up weird, but after everything started to come together, I started to enjoy wearing clothing and my ears. I had seen so many various outfits that I could put on, but the maid's attire was more of a uniform. I stuck my tongue out to the atmosphere. I had been working on my tongue roll. I stroked down my chin with my free hand, which had become a loose fist that resembled a paw as I rubbed it on my face. This was the feeling I needed. This was the feeling I was looking for. It quieted the chatter in my head. I often hoped I might have found someone from the Manor, but it was against the rules to stay outside the Manor. And even though most of the aspects of me that were still inside of me wanted to come out, I didn't want my last month of college to alter how other people saw me. "Can I lick you?" you asked. I mumbled while allowing my tongue to flick and roll. "Just a taste will do." I could picture the face of Professor Edmend. I was unable to let it go. I wasn't hanging onto it; it was just fixed in place, like if someone had superglued a board with his face on it, making it impossible to rip down. But I didn't care since I needed him now. Now, my d**k desired him. He wasn't the kind of guy I usually dated. My typical kind would love my body and implore me to spend the night. However, the forbidden aspect of having feelings for Professor Edmend made me feel strongly. I was prepared for him to give me instructions in his stern voice. Be mindful. His voice, with its piercing, cracking tones, appeared in my voice. Nice kitten. I said, "That's right," with a pant. I'm a decent kitty. In an effort to pull my pants down, my toes curled and grabbed at the hem. 'I'm great,' I say. I wanted someone else to be in charge for a change. I yearned to beg and give my possessions to someone else. But because I wasn't going to go find my instructor to pique my newfound interest, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Visit me, kitty. I arrived while still in my underpants and throwing my c**k. My underwear's fabric was pumped with c*m, which gathered there. I kept trying to prevent the remainder of the sperm from rising by tightening my palm around the shaft of my c**k. In my post-nut moment of clarity, I regretted my approach. It was almost repulsive to think of Professor Edmend and the things he had said to me at this point. I quickly took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist before grabbing my caddy and going to the shower room. I saw myself in the mirrors when the shower room was deserted. My high school wrestling experience along with swimming have given me my lean body and big shoulders. Both my skin and some fading tooth scars had red imprints on them. Those guys wanted to f**k me so bad. For a little moment, my ego was content. I wasn't blaming them. I would want to f**k myself too if I were me. As usual, I wasn't paying attention when I was informed that the swim team wanted clean shaven athletes to be more aerodynamic. I got a glimpse of the hair on my chest. I kept my shampoo, conditioner, soaps, and gels in my shower caddy. then the cream for hair removal. Nobody wanted razor burn or lumps on their skin, particularly since they spent the most of the time in Speedos. I proceeded even lower south and used a little amount of the hair removal cream on my hole after finishing my process and applying it. I was a top, therefore I never shaved my hole. Normally, I would leave the cream on for five minutes, but after two minutes, it started to burn my hole. As the burning sensation had me in its grip, I yelped. With all of my might, I backed my ass up as the ice-cold water sprayed out of the nozzle, rapidly chilling it. Hair strands streamed down my legs. I dragged my hand through my hole. No hair was present. And the burning was all gone. My cheeks were pinched tightly. A brand-new unusual sensation, yet I was strangely intrigued to investigate it more. I carefully inserted a finger after pressing it on my grip. I immediately started to withdraw. I said, "Maybe another time," as I slid my body under the water of the shower, allowing it to wash the hair remover off the remainder of my body. Chapter 8 MARK I was shocked by how near I had gotten to him. I had touched him before he had touched me. I wasn't sure whether he had been acting like a clown in the class all that time in an effort to grab my attention. That was successful, I suppose. I was fully focused on Esely White, which was up to full mast. The following morning, I left early for university. I needed to get some items from the classroom on a Saturday. Esely's behavior after that, which appeared extremely high school, changed my opinion of him since I realized he was just attempting to grab my attention. Teachers were too drunk to come in and perform additional work, students were still suffering with the effects of their hangovers, and the campus was deserted thus early. I was often in the same situation after drinking too much wine; the hangover came on quickly. I would have to suffer in this humid classroom since the air conditioning made the space smell bad. The top few layers of the papers were dry, but the ink had spilled. The papers were still on the desk. IT received my laptop, and a replacement laptop request had already been made. I replayed the moment from yesterday, seeing that outfit fall out of his bag filled something in me I didn’t know was a hole until it had been filled. I walked over to his desk while picturing him still seated there with a perpetual frown on his face. At the Manor, he had a different face. He seemed at ease there. His face was painted, and his attire was virtually obedient. I had been thinking about it all night, the way he put on a front, but when he was all dressed up like that, I couldn’t help wonder if what he was searching for had been a firm hand to take control or guide him A voice said, "Sir," which surprised me. I looked around in shock. My brain could already have caved in. I didn’t know if I believed what I was seeing, but Esely was standing at the classroom door, his hands tucked into his trouser pockets and his shoulders hunched. He looked sweet, which I never thought my brain would allow me to think. “Yes?” “I—I—” and speechless. He was not at all like that. After entering, he shut the door. "Last night, as you approached the Manor." “Yeah?” Was that anything you were interested in? I told him, "I'm a strong believer in individuals experiencing what they think they would love and determining if it's anything for them. "People are intricate. For instance, why would you attend class on the weekend. You got turned around on route to the pool? He gave a headshake. "I believe everyone should explore their own selves. So, are you interested in that? Before biting into the lower lip with his upper teeth, he tasted his lips. I mean, until I really, really got into it, I had no idea what I was into. I replied, "I couldn't say," since I was suddenly having trouble speaking. I had no idea what was going on, but it seemed like everything was making my throat strangely dry. “Ok.” He nodded before turning to go. You like it? As he approached the door, I inquired. He turned his foot slowly and stared at me. The play is hotter, but the money is also excellent. Try it out sometime, you know. Tonight I'm working again," he said. "If you want to go on from where we left off yesterday. You're aware. He formed a loose fist with one hand up. When I was holding your hand. If I consented to anything like that, I would be insane. I'm not a member, I say. You're the only one who is aware of me and that location, therefore it's a pity, he remarked. So, if I decide to attend class on Monday, I suppose I'll simply see you there. I wasn't sure whether he was issuing an order for me to go or if my mind made that decision. I wanted to return. The way I'd repeatedly gone to the bathroom sink last night simply to think about all that figure underneath the costume piqued my interest. "Can I ask what you like about it?" Esely grinned. "Perhaps if you show up tonight." The ultimatum was given, so there. Either I show up and get to know better, or I don't show up and spend the whole night s******g my c**k while feeling guilty. “Ok.” He shut the door once more as he departed. I slumped to the ground and leaned against a desk. I had no idea what he was trying to do, but I could tell we were on the same page. That would either satisfy my curiosity or give me a terrible headache tonight as I consider what may have occurred. I couldn't get the thought out of my head while I salvaged what I could from the now-dry paper. It followed me home when I got into my vehicle. With this one, I was flying too near to the sun. I knew it wouldn't be comfortable but I didn't know what would happen if I kept going since I may fall flat on my face. Chapter 9 Throughout the day, the concepts developed into advantages and disadvantages. There were just as many drawbacks as advantages. Each of them made a point, and I found it difficult to forget any of them. I would be able to observe what was going on if I attended, which was advantageous. That was a con because if we continued to make physical contact, it would violate the school's code of conduct. Cadic wasn't aware of my situation, but I had said to him that I was considering returning to the Manor. If something were to occur, I would need him at my side. Evidently, he was still there. Although I didn't know Cadic's source of income, I was aware that he either owned a software firm or sold software. He had money, but instead of buying nice cars, homes, or other things with it, he indulged in hedonism. Sometimes I wished I were more like that since it would make making decisions lot simpler. How would Cadic react? I inquired, and the response was simple. Come over to the Manor wearing anything you don't mind tearing off. Even though there was still s****l activity, role playing made it much more enjoyable. I'm paraphrasing, but he had previously made a statement to such effect. Are you driving your car? Cadic hadn't been replying to the messages, so I phoned him. Stop calling, he said, unless you have a lovely kitten sipping milk from your belly button. And yes, my automobile is regularly at this location. Ugh. Do you want me to come get you once more? If I do, are you at least going to get laid? "yes, yes, certainly. Let me try. Visit us later. I still have some grading to do. “Ciao.” I experienced excitement that made me feel like a euphoric adolescent once again. Although I knew it was inappropriate to be thrilled about this, I now understood what to anticipate. And from the hours I spent searching online last night, I discovered a few things. Cadic's advice to avoid dressed as though I was going to a choir concert as a section leader kept ringing in my ears. When he came, I was already dressed for him in the leather jacket, a white t-shirt, and a pair of trousers. just way he had dressed me yesterday. With a sigh, he said, "It'll do. "You know, repeating an outfit is illegal." I was maybe going to commit a criminal tonight, even though I was unaware of it. It was more of an I'm his instructor crime than a fashion crime, which wasn't really a criminal because he was an adult. The prospect of all those males dressing up in their attractive costumes tonight didn't terrify me as much as it did yesterday. terrified by the experience of a stubborn erection. This time, I was ready to go a bit more into it. As we entered the row of vehicles, Cadic replied, "If you don't find someone, you can't be hovering around me." "Even though you frightened one of my kittens away, and despite the fact that we are such close friends, I don't want to be watched. He was also focusing on the left n****e, the man said. How erogenous are the n*****s, exactly? He groaned. "Don't be too emotional; the most I was around you was ten to twenty minutes. I was conversing with this one child. He said, "Kitten," and I corrected him. I said, "I was speaking to this one kitty about his studies. "I had fun, then," Cadic c****d his finger pistols to the side of his head and pretended to shoot himself. You do realize that isn't enjoyable, right? I also hope you gave him a tip. We're all here for the same reason they are—to have fun. Paradise.” This could be heaven in another dimension, but for the time being, it was gratifying my c**k's curiosity. the one part of my body that is presently in charge of all of my body's activities. Esely was sitting on a stool, almost waiting for me at the entrance, stroking his fingers up and down the lace stocking. Hello, I said. He responded, "I saw your car from upstairs." I foresaw your arrival. “So—” Cadic responded, "Enjoy," and then he walked away, leaving me on my own. I said, "I—I—I simply came because I was curious about what you had to say. I was really interested in learning what he liked most about the game, and I was also intrigued about why I was feeling heated in every zone. He wrapped his arm around mine and added, "We can go upstairs." His whole demeanor and outlook changed. He tightly gripped my hand and held it. "You know, so that I can show you about all the things that you don't see." “Yes.” We proceeded to the third level and through a corridor of doors as Esely led the way while holding my hands. The door was open, so I assumed it was unoccupied since it was. He shut the door and locked it after leading me inside. I was in the middle of the room, across from him, surveying the opulent space that had a four-post bed and beautiful wood floors. He bowed to his knees and whispered, "You can touch me." His outfit's skirt rose to expose a bulge that he either hadn't concealed or was deliberately displaying to me. He crept up on his hands and knees. "I like to be petted, stroked, and I like to lick." He approached and rubbed his head on it while holding out a hand. “You—” I was trying to remember whether I had read any textbooks regarding this. Do you like the name "kitten"? As long as you call me, you may refer to me as a kitten, whether it's a nice cat or a terrible kitten. My throat tightened as I said, "I—I actually wanted to talk to you about—about." How does this make you feel? I questioned. “Why?” I shared his feelings since I could experience them too. I felt a thrill go up my spine. I was abruptly thrust into the uncomfortable situation of running my fingers down the back of a boy's hand, which was a step outside of my normal comfort zone. Chapter 10 ESELY His lightly massaging my head with his fingertips and the way his loud, labored breathing could be heard all across the room. I wanted him to continue when I gently purred from the back of my throat. It was a nice purr. I almost believed this to be a scene from a dream for a split second. I hadn't even paused to realize this was true last night since I was so horned up with thoughts of all the things I wanted him to do to me. He tucked his finger under my chin so I would gaze up at him and said, "What do kittens like?" Because I've never done this before, I want to ensure that I'm doing it correctly. It may have been that what I desired was different from what other people wanted or loved doing. I like the gentle pressure of a strong hand or force on my flesh. My preferred kind of play was males who squeezed and others who pretended to bite. I liked how they made me feel hard, and I liked curling up into a softer version of myself. I said to him, "I like a lot of things; tell me what you like, and I'll let you know if it's something we might enjoy doing together." There is no incorrect response. I reached out and kissed the back of his hand that was holding something near to my face. He didn't appear eager to respond. After all, he was my instructor, and I was often the one causing extreme chaos in his classroom. I didn't hold it against him that he was unwilling to be honest in my presence at this time. After doing nothing but losing his faith in me for many semesters, I hadn't done anything to regain his trust. He retreated and sat on the side of the bed, asking, "What do bad kittens get?" "Because I don't believe you've yet done me any good. I'm not even sure whether you've ever been nice, my tiny kitty. On his knees, he massaged the palms of his hands. I pouted out my bottom lip as I scurried across the floor to him. I replied, "You can s***k me." However, you must explain why I am a terrible little kitty. I nearly split my legs apart as I sat. I extended forward and ran my hands down each of my legs. And, just so you know, everything occurs here remains here. That was pretty much the Manor's only unbreakable rule. All of it remained in the Manor. He kept looking at me for a while. You'll refer to me as Master, he instructed. And you'll follow my instructions, right? I shook my head and pursed my bottom lip further. Alright, Master. And our go-to phrase?" He said the word "cucumber," almost preparedly. "What happens if I'm hungry?" I questioned, c*****g my head in his direction. I may request some cucumbers. Cucumbers are long and sturdy, making them ideal for—true, plus. I stopped and almost got up from the play of it. I whispered in a panicked breath, "I've never—I've never inserted anything in myself." “So, I—” He rubbed his knee once more. I stooped down and placed my head on his knee. My head was rubbed by his hand. "I'm a top, so if you think you'll be doing anything in me, that would make you a bad kitten," he muttered. I had not considered f*****g him. As a kitten, f*****g wasn't something I did in situations like these. I want to get f****d in this manner. I wanted my hole to be around the size of a tongue and a few fingers. I said, "I'm a good kitten." "And I don't allow anybody access to my hole. even if they want to be my master. It was mostly accurate. I wasn't going to readily give up my hole. The last thing I ever wanted was for him to take that virgin section of me simply because he showed a little curiosity. I hadn't had anything inside there before. If that were the case, I would have allowed a number of the males in this room to take it. "Good," he said. "The last thing I imagined was how much simpler you would be. When did you start doing this? I said, pointing up at him while fusing my eyebrows. "A few months," I said. "How about it?" He started with a quieter "So," "Have you been concentrating on this when you ought to have been in class?" Chapter 11 Yes, it was doable. This transformation had been amazing and liberating. I'd been satisfying a fanciful need in my life for the last several months, and it made me feel utterly content. "If I told you it was an A, would you give me an A?" He stroked the side of my face and my chin as he grinned down at me. "With you in this position, I'd say anything was possible." "Well, you teach about human behavior," I said. So, if I utilize what I have to obtain what I want, isn't that exploiting human nature?, I say. He was attempting to cover a grin that indicated he was pleased with what I remembered from his teachings while he chewed on his lips. Since these were essential concepts, it wasn't entirely unexpected that I was aware of them. What's more intriguing, in my opinion, is that you already know a little bit; what's holding you back from learning more? I said, "I wish your classes were more engaging." It was sincere and accurate. He continued to grin and look into my eyes while nodding. "Information is important," he said. "There isn't always an interesting way to give you that information," she said. He held my chin and rocked my face back and forth. "I wish you acted more naturally in class. a bit more reserved and attentive. I argued with him, "But I—I'm not like this outside of here." "Why not?" I know you're not. I couldn't contain my chuckles and started laughing. "You'd really want me to show up to class decked out in a tiny dress and my face all painted?" I queried. People might chuckle and believe it to be a joke, but to me, this isn't funny. It's crucial to safeguard the tingling sensation that this emotion gives me within. He started off by saying, "I'd agree, what I think is nice about this is that you're usually so defiant in class, but here, you want someone to take control of you, don't you?" My ears were filled with the loud echoing throb of my beating heart. I said, "I—I—I like for someone else to take control." “Master. I'm yours to rule right here. but after we go. It never took place. Therefore, it is up to you to judge if I have been a good or terrible kitty. He questioned, "Here?" We're counting outdoors, so if—" “Here.” He grinned. "So you're a good kitten," I said. I was a nice kitty in this situation, nodding against his palm at my chin and face. My gut and chest shot like pyrotechnics as I heard him name me. I pawed at his palm and informed him, "Good kittens get rewards." "What is my prize?" He was dealing with a lot behind his eyes. I noticed the gears whirling. There was a lot of room for play in this area. He could persuade me to kiss his body or fetch me a saucer of milk, which I would guzzle down for him if he so desired. Those were pleasures I had so far appreciated, but I had not yet thoroughly explored that sensation. He questioned, "What rewards do you like?" I gave a headshake. I resisted making a decision. I wanted someone else to make the decision. I need a different authority figure. I like how someone else determined whether I had been nice or terrible and what it involved. Milk, kisses, and hugs were given to good kittens. Bad kitties received spankings and gagging. "I'm not sure. How do you feel? Can I—can I see you undress? In this performance, the garments served as my shield. I knew nothing else at the moment, but it was all I needed to know. I grabbed at the dress' white frills on the breast while standing. "Why don't you just take it off of me?" The master stood with a bulge in his pants. He instantly put a hand over it and moved behind me. We had comparable heights. My neck felt his breath. His gentle, raspy voice tickled, saying, "I don't know what you're doing to me." However, you're making me insane. I said, "You study people. You explain what I'm doing, please. He carefully unpinned the dress's rear buttons. He remarked, "You're giving me something I didn't know I wanted." It feels outlawed. He pulled my arm away from the dress sleeve and ran his fingers down the length of my arms. "Like a dream where I learn something new about myself." It reminded me of how I felt at the time. forbidden and taboo, tucked away in a secret chamber in a big Manor home off the beaten path. This was the farthest I could go from reality. Being myself was challenging because I had a reputation to maintain, but in this place, I had none. I had just the interest of males and some silky cloth on my body. My shoulders gave out, and the garment plummeted to the ground. I was dressed in a thong and bow-adorned thigh-high tights. His hands immediately spread my cheeks and began to pull as the thong string seemed to get eaten up by my hole. He continued, kissing my back and putting his clothes-clad body against mine, "You're still so young." His hips pushed into my behind, and I felt the belt's cold, heavy metal on my flesh. He let out, offering another shove from his lips, "I shouldn't be doing this. I said, "But you want to. And I'm aware that I shouldn't. "So, you ought to stop." He took a step back and put a hand on my waist, massaging my skin with his thumbs. "You're right," he said. This isn't supposed to be occurring. Your instructor, I am. I sighed and tilted my head in his direction. "Teach me anything, if you're such a brilliant instructor. I replied, "Teach me how to pronounce your name with my tongue. He squeezed my cheeks firmly before sliding his hands back to his ass. "Once again." My hard c**k was forced down into the front slot of the thong, the kind they used for male stripper shows, as I rotated fully. Okay, I replied. "I hope you'll remember me later, when you're beating your meat." Chapter 12 He stopped speaking after that. He left a little stack of cash on the dresser beside the door after patting his palm there before turning to exit the room. Although my d**k was now pulsating, I only received a few thrusts from him while he was completely dressed, so it was wonderful to know that at least I was appreciated. I need more than that; I could hardly tell I was a size larger in those jeans. I needed to know how to get ready. I had tried butt plugs once before, but I only knew one method to prepare. 6. MARK Esely and I were always at odds with one another. On the one hand, he was a terrible student of mine. At every turn, he put my nerves and patience to the test. However, he was almost handing himself to me on a silver platter, as if he knew I wouldn't take him up on it but still wanted me. After dropping Cadic off at the Manor, I went home and spent hours m**********g, edging my c**k to almost completeness before drawing my hand away and squeezing a hand around the base of my c**k and balls with another. I was fighting the need to let the wave of post-o****m sorrow surge over me. Although I didn't want to, I knew I would eventually feel it. I anticipated that it would hit me like I had done something heinous and sinister. I was aware that this was untrue. He was an adult with the capacity to refrain from doing this, but the way my finger traveled down his back and spine, all the way to his hole, haunted my thoughts. I eventually fell into bed after covering myself with numerous held loads of c*m. Remorse roared over me, telling me how terrible I was. It was something I had never done before. I was seen as something of a pushover, but it made me think of something Cadic had once said to me. Dominate your self-assurance. If I was so afraid of experiencing my whole emotional capacity, I'd never be able to find someone to f**k. I made an effort to push his skin out of my thoughts till I returned to university. My first lesson of the day was delivered to a wide-eyed Esely on Monday morning. He had attracted my attention for once without being a bad thing. He was focused, arms pressed up on the table, back straight. He raised his left eyebrow and murmured, "Morning," looking at me. As he talked, the other pupils seemed to settle down. They've always done. I was unsure of his advantage over them. Perhaps they were waiting to see whether he would say or do anything funny. Since it was often done at someone else's cost, it was only sometimes hilarious. I had brief bursts of rage and irritation as I awaited more developments on Esely's behavior in class. Are you sure you want to know about our weekends? Esely went on. Although I didn't understand where he was going with this, I didn't enjoy it either. Looking at him now, the defiance in his eyes is such a contrast to the submissive pouting I had seen on his face just days before. The weekend had been a whirlwind for both of us. I answered, clearing my throat, "No. Since I am aware that everyone has been studying. I wondered whether he'd put a pin on my chair as I dragged it out from under my desk. And I won't be expecting much if you haven't been studying, you know. I took a minute to sit back and relax in my chair before drinking some coffee. It was the first cup's sweet sweetness. It was just what I would have needed to cope with Esely today. It was surprising how easily the class went. I had completed some of the study materials they were using to get ready for their final examinations. Esely had also genuinely paid attention. Immediately after the lesson ended, he departed. I sat back in my chair and sighed. I leaned back while I rubbed my eyes. "Only a few weeks left." The door slammed. I jerked my head toward the sound and saw Esely in front of it. He remarked, shutting the door, "You found your voice then," and drew the blinds over the window. “So?” “So—so?” I mumbled in disbelief as I let out. Informing him after surveying the space, "This is a classroom," I said. He murmured, bending to his knees, "Master." You don't mind if I address you as master, right? It curled my toes while stifling the heightened pleasure in my body. I replied, "Listen," pulling the chair out from under the desk. Whatever you're hoping to find here cannot occur. We won't discuss the Manor, and until we graduate, we'll simply go our own ways. He crawled over to me and said, "And after graduation?" "So what?" I was eliminating his chance to pursue me after graduation. I shouldn't have been going through any of the many thoughts that were racing through my head. Esely attended school. And that was all. I have nothing else to add about it. He added, pawing at my shoe, "Professors and students f**k all the time. "What makes this so unique?" I was aware of the rumors about educators and pupils, but Principal Ronnie had taken action to stop it from occurring. Particularly in my classroom, I couldn't risk losing my job over a little mistake. Chapter 13 He replied, reaching up from my inner thighs and ankles, "You can say stop." "If you don't want to work with me any further." I chose something. The question "What do you want?" "I want you to play with me and let me see your dominant side," she said. He got up. But I'll leave if you don't want to. He was honest, at least. It was odd for him to be subservient in a s****l relationship after being in a dominating and authoritative position in the classroom. Even though he had ears and clothing, he was completely submissive. He understood just how to get that dominating side out of me, which I needed right now. I said, "Be a good kitten then." "On your hands and knees." He was back on his knees, overcome with a smile as big as his face. He formed his hands into paws and licked them in a catlike gesture. Now what? He complied with my commands as my c**k throbbed. Please show me that tongue. extending as far as it would go with his pink tongue. I had never previously had this much power over someone. Certainly not in this manner. "Like that?" you ask. Nice kitten. Do you want to sample some cream right now? I questioned as I touched my belt buckle. I was prepared to give him my whole attention. "Move in a bit closer." Esely drew nearer to me and c****d his neck in the direction of my crotch. Now what? My nerves were struggling to control how my fingers moved. I unbuckled the belt while I fidgeted. I replied, pretending as if this was some crazy, lucid dream, "Open for a surprise." You could always conjure up whatever scenario you desired in such locations. There was no such thing as a no. It occurred if you wanted it to. He reached excitedly for the zipper on my pants. My boxers' buttonhole was firm enough to accommodate my c**k. Esely fixated his attention on a cumin bead that was accumulating on my tip for a brief period of time. He said, "I like that." “Can I?” Right. He was awaiting my order. He was now pleading with me for approval. "Only with your tongue." He put his hands behind his back before sticking his tongue near my c**k, almost as if he were looking for apples. I directed his tongue and lips to the tip of my c**k with my hands on his hand and going through his hair. He had a moist tongue, and they were thick. I may have already placed my nut in his mouth if I hadn't come once this morning and three times yesterday. He demonstrated his lack of gag reaction by taking my c**k all the way to the back of his throat. He moved beneath my desk with my assistance as I pushed my chair within to conceal him. One of the numerous images I had while m**********g was this one. the covertness of having someone suck my c**k under my desk. "You're good at that," I remarked. His tongue tickled at my head as he withdrew, tracing up the shaft, and it gave me a peculiar shudder. I almost pulled him into my thigh as I clinched my toes in a clutch. He answered with a degree of attitude I anticipated from him, "I'm good because when I do something, I don't do bad at it." It took me a while to grasp that I was in control of this play. "Tone," I murmured. The saying goes, "Good kittens don't sass." He lowered his head slightly and developed a pout. "Master, I'm sorry. I responded, "Good kittens, I apologize." You're a nice cat, I say. Yes, he acknowledged, "I'm a good kitten." He forced himself out from behind my desk by pressing on my legs. "f**k me," you should say. “What? Now?” He opened his eyes when he sat down on my desk. "Not now," he said. "I—I have to first make sure I like it. But you should be the first to f**k me, please. I didn't believe he was a virgin because of the way he was behaving, and I was aware that he had previously dated a number of women. I was thus a bit perplexed by this. "To f**k you," I said. “But—” In my behind. He gave a nod. Your d**k is flawless. Because you like playing even though it's wrong, I want you even more. As he recounted each argument, his body language altered. "I'm bi, and while I've f****d, I've never f****d. And—” He took hold of my c**k and started m**********g. "Getting you off over me is a hot idea." I was lost for words, mostly because of the way his rubbing my c**k had sent shivers up and down my body. “I’ll be a good, good kitten if you promise that you’ll f**k me,” he said, wide eyed and blinking rapidly. "Consider myself a hole. Untouched. For your taking: fresh. nevertheless, only by you. I held onto the table, gripping tight. “I—I—I wanna f**k—f**k you so bad,” I let out with the release of c*m up my shirt. Esely held the little c*m from his hand up to his mouth and licked it. “I look forward to it,” he said. “You should probably clean up. I’m off duty.” He jumped off the table. “Um—” “Yeah?” “Only if you pass the test I’m handing out on Wednesday,” I said. “So, study.” He shrugged. “You’d be the one losing out if I fail.” Fuck. He was accurate. I wanted him to miss, but I also want the delicateness of the little, unexplored hole he had promised to put me in. There was no turning back now. Chapter 14 ESELY I was proficient at what I was doing and knew how to accomplish it. Even when I didn't even realize I wanted something until it was in front of me, I always managed to get what I wanted. I could have prepared for it if I had known what I needed before it occurred. Instead, I was left desiring a teacher whose come was sweet, like icing, but whose c**k tasted like soap. He was also endearing in a teacher-like manner. Since he was older, I wasn't sure whether our plans would be against any laws, but I did know that they would be followed. We were planning on playing and f*****g. I felt a tingle of happiness go down my spine as I realized it would happen. Sadly, that didn't last long because as soon as I walked into the changing room for swimming, Spencer started bugging me again. He said, "You're late. I went to my locker, hoping to get away from him. I believed I had made it clear to him. I didn't want him to watch me become undressed any longer since we weren't going to happen. It was enjoyable when we kept things a secret in the past, but today, almost without my choice, it made me feel a bit unclean. It's practice, I moaned in response. Why are you bothering me, exactly? examining him from head to toe. His slim frame and tight Speedos would typically have piqued my s****l interest. But now, when I glanced at him, there was nothing more than a fleeting remembrance. Additionally, I had m*********d this morning before giving Professor—Master a blow job behind his desk to get my delights. We were at the first stage, which included physical touch, so it would have been better if I had been wearing my adorable clothing and earrings. I wasn't really familiar with the bases, but I believe this was our first base. At the end of the month, we still have a swim meet, he said. "Practice is crucial," I said, "Hey," as I looked around to see some kids departing and others pulling up their Speedos. He was accurate. This was on-time for me even though I was running late. "Can you please do me a favor?" "Yes, yes," Sucking, Spencer. “Anything. Which do you require? "You need to leave me alone." I had tried being kind and straightforward. Everything failed. He was just trying to bother me, and I was already tired of being bothered. I wanted to pay attention to the things that gave me joy. The first thing that made me happy was playing practical jokes on others and making them seem foolish, but the second, third, and fourth things were dressing up, the professor, and speaking my mind. They were on the list of happiness, not necessarily in that order. While Spencer was out getting dressed, I couldn't help but feel the need to go through my locker for any pranks I hadn't yet pulled.Popcorn candies. It was flawless. The most ideal location for the bursting candy at this precise moment was in his underpants, just a sprinkling on the crotch. At the metal lockers, there was a pounding. Coach Simon Monroe yelled, "White, come on." I'll say, "If you're not in that water in the next sixty seconds, I—" Just a few seconds before, I had been stroking my ass as I finished putting my Speedos up over it. I was more interested in it since I had virtually told Professor Edmend to f**k me. I said, "Coming Coach," as I warmed up by running in his direction. The Palmdale University featured a number of sizable pools. The campus contained a single pool, but swimmers had access to the water. Regular swimmers couldn't go in without risk. We were strong guys who excelled in sports, athletes. I was greeted by the scent of chlorine. Over the weekend, I hardly visited the office. I skipped the optional training sessions since I was so obsessed with the Manor and hoped the professor would show up again yesterday. Coach made a pharyngeal noise. He blew his whistle, "We're going to start off with some warmup laps." Older people go first. Everyone else should stretch. Pool lane dividers were used today to divide the pool. There are 10 lanes altogether, each with a regular lane width. Even though I had previously stretched earlier while tucked beneath the table, this was the day's second-best work. On certain days, I hoped I could simply keep swimming forever in the water, but it would happen here soon if you hit your head on anything. It was probably better that I avoided swimming in the sea or ocean since I had no idea what was in the water nearby; all I knew was that every news report mentioned a Florida guy. Coach yelled, "White, in the water," as everyone else entered. Recently, I had been distracted, but it was all for a good cause—I was attempting to get laid. “On it.” I dove in with a splash. The coach whistled. He warned, "Do it again and I had penalties to your time." "So you won't be attending the meeting at the end of the month," she said. It was a friendly competition between two Florida institutions that were rivals, thus the race was significant. Tampa and Palmdale. They often lost, but last year they won, which upset the coach. For once, I wasn't at fault for his rage against everyone. Ricky hit his head, but he continued to run without telling anybody. "I'm timing, once there, once back," he said. “Ready.” I positioned my feet on the pool wall with my goggles covering my eyes, ready to push off when he blew his whistle. ”Marks.” He made a whistling sound. My hands and arms slashed through the water, one after the other, gathering up speed as I forced myself forward, gliding through it. I was in front of one person and behind another when I turned to look to the side. I slid forward in the water as I neared the pool's edge and kicked my feet back off the wall to push back. I scored four out of 10. Not awful at all. This is the reason we practice, Coach sighed. I said, pushing the goggles up over my head, "It's still morning." You can't depend on us to be accurate all the time. Coach shook his head, trying to contain his smile. "I can, yes. And I do anticipate working on this with each and every one of you. You're slipping behind and growing worse if you're not actively improving, he remarked. That's mostly a letter to the rest of you, I suppose. As the freshmen, sophomores, and juniors stretched around the pool, he nodded at them. When Spencer stared at me as I exited the water, I wasn't sure whether his eyes were a dagger or if he was gathering material from my wet body and the suction of my wet Speedos around my c**k. "Juniors," the coach yelled. "In the swimming pool." We were able to complete a few more laps before practice was over. I quickly forgot about the surprise prank I'd played before practice and wanted to return to the frat home. The first sound they heard was a scream as they believed that little crabs had been brought inside to nip at their testicles. Everyone felt the bite of those dry popping candies erupt on their damp skin a few seconds later. Chapter 15 It was too late to point the finger at me. I had on my clothes and was leaving. My hole, a finger, and some lubrication were my companions. “Hey! As I walked into the home, one of the frat brothers laughed and said, "Just heard about the prank you perpetrated in the locker room. "You better not treat me like that." I winked at him and said, "Don't worry, if I do it to one of you, I'll make sure to do it to you all. It was real. I wouldn't single out any one person. Everyone was fair game, but Jordan was a mess since his parents had told him to wait to use his trust money until the fraternity was back on track. It also meant that I was no longer permitted to play any inside jokes. I used the improvised door stop to secure the door to my room. I had been considering this all morning. I wanted to have fun. I wanted to exercise. I needed to be ready for the inevitable de-virginization the professor was going to subject me to. I had pleaded for it, so I knew it was coming. I was nude in front of my bedroom mirror. I knelt down in front of it and examined my hole. It was remained smooth and hair-free to the touch. My hole puckered and tingled as I ran a finger over it. I anticipated needing a lot of lubrication to get just the tip of a finger inside. I needed to get ready. I gathered some lubrication and sat in front of the mirror, this time with a cushion under my lower back so I could see my hole, while watching a film about the prostate and a******x. Although I had previously seen holes, mine was certainly the best. I was familiar with the fundamentals of taking d**k in my own ass, but I still needed to develop a bit more courage. I unintentionally squirted a little more lubricant than I should have, and I spread it all over my hole. It ran up my balls and thighs, over both cheeks, and all over my body. I was so greasy that I was nearly ready for some oil wrestling. It had a benefit, however. My finger found it simple to enter. The prostate is palpable. your finger slightly in a hook. Instead of pushing, simply feel around to find your hole. If this is your first time, have patience with yourself; playing about inside will become much simpler over time,' the voice from the film said in my brain. As my finger moved past what felt like a little button inside of me, my c**k jerked. I gave it another little squeeze after letting my finger rest over it for a bit; this time, my c**k jerked more vigorously. My body was experiencing some kind of change. a murky, static sensation similar to sipping almost flat sparkling water. Although it seemed strange, I was eager to go on playing. 8. MARK I lied to myself and said I had no idea what had got the better of me, but I did. He was there. Totally him. He made a pledge. the thrill of him. every aspect of him. When he approached, I had the most amazing chilly plash of perspiration running down my neck. I yearned for more of it, as if he had pinched a nerve to give me a bone I couldn't get go of. Due to my intense interest in the Manor, Cadic had extended an invitation for me to return there tonight. Even though I really wanted to attend, I turned down the advance so that I could see what else I could do with my brand-new kitty. I declined the invitation nevertheless since I didn't want to have little meals before my major dinner. He hasn't asked why the sudden interest occurred, and I was afraid to tell him it was because of a pupil. I didn't want him to believe that I shared his s*x-obsessed tendencies. He had had s*x with both his employees and those he had hired for s*x. This was not his usual thing. He wasn't going to be my pupil for very long, but I wasn't attempting to do anything questionable to get me off. I saw a new one emerge in my flat while I prepared soup on the stove and checked my school emails on the new laptop. sent by Esely White From: Mark Hello, Professor Just wanted to let you know how thrilled I am for the exam on Wednesday by sending you this email. I'm eager to disprove your assertions. We both know I want to graduate and have a big boy job, so I hope it's not too difficult. Anyhow, I'm ready. All I had to say was that. Having you ready? Oh. f**k. He shouldn't have been providing me information like this in this situation. I recognized the language used in the coding. However, this account's emails were public. Any of these things may easily happen to the institution at any moment. I rewrote an email while lowering the heat on my soup to prevent burning. sent by Mark Esely White Esely, thank you for your email. I'm happy to hear you are anticipating the exam on Wednesday. Keep in mind that this is a practice test for the final exam you will take. And it's always ideal to practice as much as you can before the test. Enjoy your evening. Looking back at my own response, it ought to have been sufficient to demonstrate that it was indeed about the test. If I was coding my own message, I questioned. I said as I read, "As much practice as possible." “Oh.” The way his hands and lips had made me feel earlier in the conversation had not yet left my body. how he had been crawling about on all fours, preparing to suction and pull until I gasped. Although it had been months since I had been touched in that way by another person, I hadn't anticipated blowing up that quickly. It simply occurred. I took a big breath and shut the laptop lid, so I didn't need to wait to see whether he would reply. I put my soup into a dish and tore a baguette from the previous day to use as dipping bread. It was already on my TV. The DVR was playing The Great Food Truck Race. It was a crazy exhibition, but even though I knew I wasn't as adventurous as they were to come up with anything so crazy, I enjoyed some of their works. My flat was mine, which was good. It was on the top floor, and the ground floor had a pub. They sold beer and wings, but I never went in. Not my scene, however. I greatly preferred a delicious homemade pasta dish with sauce and wine. Cadic deserves credit for occasionally pushing me beyond of my comfort zone, I have to admit. I had a few quick romances in my life. During that period, I had also tried with other things, but I always felt as if I was doing it for them rather than the other way around. After 42 years on the planet, I ought to have learned by now not to change for anybody. The announcer for the program said, "On this leg of the race, you'll be headed down to the neighborhood beach, during this time, you must compete against each other to sell the most crab leg meals. It always included something absurd and strange. Chapter 16 The contestant said, "But Tyler, it's almost winter, the beach will be empty," as the camera slowly zoomed in on them. You have till I tell you to sell; that's the rule of the game. He added with a large frightening smile, clapping his hands, and shooing them away, "And the vehicle that sells the most will receive an additional $400 in the till. To me, this was enjoyable. Placing them in such circumstances and forcing them to act in such a manner. Maybe it was the psychology and sociology point of view, but I found these reality TV trials to be entertaining. Now, if I had been on the program, I would have sold as many crab legs as I could for the basic price. I dipped my bread into my soup and peered around the vacant space. I yearned for a friend with whom I could discuss pointless issues that no one was affected by. I was losing out on a lot of things, including that. Esely's attention and touch had me pondering. I was aware of my little hunger, but at least I knew it wasn't a need. I just required cerebral stimulation in this existence. And it wasn't appropriate for me to even think of Esely in that way; at best, he was physically exciting. Even though we hadn't had a whole discussion that wasn't focused on either of our bodies or the s****l tension we'd induced, there was a lot that was missing in terms of mental stimulation. Just as I was finishing my soup, there was a knock on the door. Esely remained still. A rucksack that hung from his shoulder was flung about. "You invited me over to practice," he said. “I—” "You invited me to come over." He lightly tapped my shoulder while chuckling. Do you always wear those clothing? I assumed you wore regular clothing like the ones you wore to the Manor. I reached out and touched the door's side. You've got the incorrect impression for sure, I told him. How did you discover my residence, exactly? He answered, "It's in the system. "If you know where they work or their complete name, you can locate anybody. Despite the fact that the internet is free, there are a lot of items online that you should be paying for. like as addresses. He made a shrug. Therefore, should we wait until one of your neighbors looks through their peephole and sees me, or are you going to extend the invitation? Esely had a smug smirk that I had lately seemed to be falling for. The phrase "You smug son of a—" I refrained from grinning as I drew him in by the rucksack. You understand I didn't invite you. I followed him and shut the door. Esely stood on his tiptoes and kicked off his shoes. He said, "This is a lovely house you have. What are you viewing, I ask? He moved around the couch to find a seat near me and immediately made himself at home. I took his bag from the ground near his shoes and unzipped it. Is this the kind of procedure you were referring to? I questioned while examining his cat ears. He answered, "I thought that may be a prize. "We discuss this test, and then you assist me." I sat next to him and said, "I thought discussing about the exam might be helpful for you. He had his eyes glued to the TV. The question is, "What are they doing?" "Okay, so only around six teams remain, and each of them has a food truck. One of them solely sells dumplings, while another truck purportedly specialized on Latin cuisines. But today, they have to sell the most crab leg meals, I reminded him, giving him a simple explanation of the normally complex reality TV program. He looked at the TV while c*****g his head like a bewildered cat. He questioned, "So, why are they selling their dish for eighteen dollars?" "Wait, the other team is selling theirs for $10. Naturally, if volume is the goal, you lower the price and increase sales. Ok. Maybe with him, we were making progress. I replied, "That's what I said." “Oh.” His eyebrows arched and moved. Who did you say that to since I don't see anybody else in the room? "Obviously myself," I said. "But I said it anyhow." Esely gave me a grin. Intoxicating. I returned his grin with one that was considerably bigger. "I don't believe it matters. A single person's perspective is unreliable. You must "wait, wait, wait, wait." I made contact with his arm and briefly held it. Are you claiming that I don't accurately recall my own words? He touched my hand and replied, "I didn't say that exactly, but I can't trust something you only said to yourself." It began to warm up as he was holding it. So I'd claim that because I came up with the notion, it was my idea. Given that he was using some kind of critical thinking, I was willing to overlook this one. He was more complex than I had imagined. Although it was intriguing to feel and observe, he insisted that I couldn't be trusted. I laughed softly. "You'll be mistaken if you think you can come here and use me to get the test's answers." I wouldn't steal, he sneered. “Wait. No, there was the time I broke into one of the frat homes and took a whole bottle of vodka, but to be fair, there wasn't really anybody there and the Omega Nu house was still occupied, so I had every right to take it. I resisted the urge to kiss him right away. I chose to stand and set his luggage aside instead. Turning off the television will allow us to concentrate on some of the sociologists we have been studying. I snarled at him with my fingers. “Yes?” Chapter 17 ESELY We didn't hesitate long before putting the lessons on hold. I had been getting ready and hoped to take more action in this regard. I didn't like waiting for things. My mother once took me to the doctor because she thought I had a problem with my attention and I was impatient. I quickly undid his shirt because I wanted to see more of his body. I had a fleeting glimpse of it as he got drenched by the sprinkler. the way his n*****s were firm and covered with little hairs. It's possible that this is what roused my c**k from its nap and caused it to focus all of its attention and blood flow in his direction. I looked into his eyes, "I hope you don't mind," I murmured. His pupils got more alert as their faint green gradually vanished. I've never had a teacher before, therefore you are it. He put a palm over mine and said, "You're keeping count?" It's simple to keep track of numbers when it's the first, I said to him. "Your chest is lovely. Do you exercise? Before returning to maintain eye contact once again, he grinned. The campus is like one big gym, he said. Of course, I exercise. It was useful to know that. Someone with that kind of tenacity has attraction. I questioned, "So, what do you want me to do?" He asked me once again, "What do you want to do?" Although it appeared to be something that came naturally to me, I told him, "No, you have to take charge." My hand was pulled away from his chest by him as he stood. "Take off your clothes and go nude for me. He grabbed my suitcase and said, "I wanted you to put on that adorable outfit and ears like a good kitty. He flipped it over and emptied the contents into the ground. “Oh.” Along with my bottle of lubricant and condoms, there was a metal butt plug with a little fake tail attached among the kitten play clothing. I wasn't certain whether he would have brought them. I haven't... He selected the butt plug from the stack, and my throat started to feel dry and itchy. "I only inserted a little of it." He polished a thumb over the base of it and remarked, "I'd want to see this within you. I'm "on all fours." I unzipped my shorts while standing like a nice, submissive kitty. I questioned, "Slower?" Still clutching the butt plug, my lord sat down on the couch once again. All of it. Remove it." I stopped wasting time immediately. With the exception of my boxers, I removed everything. With them, I mocked him. They were tented with eagerness, and my c**k's head was nearly visible through the gap. The question "Should I—" He began to brush his face on my flesh as he was on his knees. He licked my torso and kissed me on the chin and cheeks. The delicate stubble was itchy. He was free to act whatever he pleased. Just then, I was prepared to f**k. He tugged my underpants, and I felt my c**k hit my belly in response. First, his tongue made contact with it, then his lips wrapped around the end and descended as far as they could before drawing back and cleaning his mouth. He pushed you aside and murmured, "You taste good," before sitting down once again. "Put on clothes." He was gently teasing me by touching me with his tongue, but I like it. I craved it once more. I also want for it to contact my hole, however. People have reportedly felt absolutely out of control after getting their holes licked. I also wanted to experience it. I was on all fours and instantly frightened that the thigh-high socks might chafe against the thin mat. It wouldn't appear professional for me to have holes in them. The living room's tile floor covered the remaining areas. I knelt down and made my way there. "I like it here," I muttered. At least in my opinion, he didn't mind. Inside his mouth, his tongue made rolling motions. He pointed to the small stream of light coming from the setting sun and added, "The light hits you well from there." “Now. How should we respond to this? He raised the buttplug. "Whatever you want," I said. Is it a reward or a punishment, then? I figured he would know for sure whether it was one or the other. I was tempted to refer to it as a prize or at the very least a warm-up for the major performance since I knew other kitties at the Manor utilized them. "I think it's good, but—you should know, I'm tight," she said. His visage was dominated by a smug smile. He picked up the lubricant from the floor and walked up to me saying, "All holes are tight until they're ready." I didn't have to express my desires to him. As he licked at my hole, he was already face first in my ass and splitting it with his hands. I felt an odd feeling like a tickling that I couldn't place. He persisted in licking me and poking me with his finger, gradually exposing me. The question "Have you ever—" I stopped and turned to find his head still aimed at my behind. He concluded for me, "Plugs." “Sure. You'll look great in this one. I said, "Thank you." He gently tugged at my collar as he reached up to my neck. We must discuss that safe word if we are to proceed, he added. I informed him that the Manor has a traffic light policy. Red signals a halt. He nodded, running his fingers across the back of my head. "That seems like a sensible plan. What do you say to get what you desire, then? "Why green?" The plug entered my body. It entered seamlessly. as when someone attempts to divert your attention before hurting you. However, there was no pain at all—just a curious feeling that something was happening inside of me. My fingers were pretty thin, and I had never had anything inside of me other than a finger. He began to stroke my cheeks, "How does that feel?" It seems to be OK inside. I murmured, slithering in a circle so that my head was in his lap, "It feels great. I placed my head on his lap and raised it so I could see his face. "I believe I am prepared to attempt the real thing." The master touched my face. He questioned, "What else does a little kitten like to do first?" , "I have milk." “Soy?” He chuckled, "Of course. I informed him, seeing the waning of his grin, "I only consume whole milk from a cow." “Oh.” “Jokes.” I couldn't tell from his slow head shake whether he was annoyed or tickled by this. He continued, "I want you to get inside the kitten by crawling." I'll prepare a little bowl of milk for you. On all fours, he took me into the kitchen. Although crawling on tile was challenging, I was able to do it since I was a professional and had been training at the Manor. This time, however, anxieties were also getting in the way; I wasn't sure if I could get there without falling to my knees and doing the splits. Doing the splits at this angle may have actually split me in two because of the butt plug inside of me. He replied, having previously prepared a little saucer of milk for me, "Come on kitten." "Watch how well you follow directions. I hope you would always act like way. I informed him, "I can't always play. But if you want to play, I'm always here. You just need to go from being my instructor to becoming my master. He seemed to have gears spinning behind his eyes whenever I spoke. I was talking a lot, and the most of it needed to be digested. The fact that it took him a while to decide didn't bother me much; what mattered was that he agreed. He knelt down to me and said, "You're so f*****g gorgeous." My lower lip was pulled open by his thumb at my chin, which was at my chin. I don't want you to say anything. Just meow. My part was being played out in real time. While drinking the milk from the saucer, I meowed at him. He ran his hands through my hair and all over my body. While he was talking about me being a nice kitty, his gentle lips licked at my ears. Every time my c**k throbbed, something within my hole seemed to clamp up around the plug and harden me. He said, "Now," as I raised my chin to look at him. He gave my white lips a kiss. "I'm going to carry you to my room, and I'll give you something else you can use that mouth for." I nearly said, "Y—". “Meow.” "Nice kitten," He gave me a head pat. Chapter 18 He was quite powerful and picked me up as I encircled him with my legs. I held the butt plug within while clenching my position. To his bedroom, he carried me. The room was unadorned. light-colored wood furnishings and plain white walls. Over the head of the bed with its cream-colored linens, there was a solitary landscape-framed picture of the beach. He turned me over on the bed so that my c**k and the plug in my ass were completely exposed. He then lifted the maid's clothing. He ran a finger up my inner thigh and said, "Do you always keep everything shaved?" "I like it." “Meow.” The master laughed. "That's accurate. You were mindful. He removed the plug from my hole, which was almost a relief, but I missed the pressure and feeling it had been applying to my insides. I wished it were still inside of me. “Meow.” He questioned, "You do?" “Meow.” He replied, reaching over my body and kissing me on the lips for a long period of time while forcing his mouth to mine. "I'll make it comfortable for you," he murmured. I enjoyed it and felt at ease when he touched me. I yearned to become one with him and the situation. I reached down to my hole and softly pressed it as he left me alone. It was somewhat damp from where he had been licking and where the plug had been. It seemed odd to feel it thus open, so I poked my finger inside. I reached out and grasped my c**k. Although I had never been f****d before, I was prepared. He questioned, "Playing without me?" “Meow.” Yes. "I'll be gentle because I know you've never done this before." “Meow.” Good. With the lube in his hand, he poured a little on a finger before placing it on my hole. He undressed in front of me, removing his shirt first, and then forced his trousers and underwear down. His c**k was already at attention and waiting. “I have a condom too,” he said, showing me the packet. "Should simplify things." This was a completely new light to him. I hadn’t seen him like this before. But I wanted to see more. I had to see more. He was taking something from me, or more so, I was forcing him to take my ass virginity. It happened so quick; I didn’t have time to prepare.There was no pain, only a light discomfort from the stretch, much more than my fingers or the butt plug had done to me.Grabbing at the sheets on the bed and pulling them to me, I held my breath and clenched my teeth. It was like he hit the sweet spot in my body, and I couldn’t take it all at once. “Is that ok?” he asked. “You can say.” “It’s—better than I thought.”He entered a little farther. "And right now?" Just somewhat greater discomfort was present. It didn't hurt as much as an injury would have.It resembled the effects of being struck in the funny bone. “Good.” I had no context, but all I wanted was for him to f**k me. I didn't f**k in the way that you did. Just screw me. Face of the master altered. a grin. Curled brows forming. “Oh. He replied, pushing his hips out while driving his c**k in farther. "I was being nice," he added. His waist was encircled by my legs, which I was holding against while drawing him in. “Harder.” He got into bed and shifted me about, putting my head on the pillow. He kissed me on the nose and rubbed my face. He f****d me harder as our faces came together, pressing my knees into his chest as I felt the bones in his hips strike the backs of my thighs. I had not expected it to be this good. I was now envious of everyone I had ever been throbbing inside of as I felt the warmth of his c**k pounding inside of me. His body froze, thrusting more forcefully onto me. He pulled me in close. He placed his forehead on mine and said, "Fuck." “Fuck.” He tugged the dress up as he drew away from me. It seems that you created a mess. “Me?” I asked, gasping for air. My lips was cleaned with a moist finger. This time, that's your c*m, he remarked. I wasn't even aware that I had arrived. There were times when I thought my body had vibrated or cucked, although I hadn't even jerked my c**k. I licked the last bit of come from my lips and said, "How?" "Some people can c*m without even touching themselves, and prostate stimulation," he said. Did you like it? Although I felt a sense of connection to another person in that little period, I wasn't sure whether I liked how brief it was. I want more. Perhaps I wasn't such a wonderful cat after all, but rather a bossy kitten. He chuckled, "You're a good little bottom." I have never heard that name either. I felt a warm pool of comfort surround me, and I found myself forgiving him for the brief encounter. Chapter 19 MARK I wasn't sure what I wanted out of this with Esely. He squeezed me tightly and tickled me while placing his lips on my n****e and licking the tip. "Want to stay the night?" I questioned him as he ran his fingers from my belly button up my body. "I don't believe I ought to ask that," And you, too? He placed his head on my chest and said, "That depends." What other plans do you have for tonight? I said, "I was going to grade some papers. He answered without thinking, "I can help with that." I shook my head jokingly. "You won't be getting close to those papers. And you won't be able to search for the exam I'll have you sit for without staying in my line of sight, I assured him. He gave an eye-roll. "As if I'd even need to do that. All of the information is posted here. His forehead was tapped with his fingertips. You're going to be amazed by me, and I'm going to ace the exam. I typically amaze people." I gave him a thorough look. In that respect, he wasn't mistaken. He astounded me. Not now, though. I wasn't going to tell him that. I had no need to boost his ego. I said, "If you wow me, I'll let you know on Wednesday." Esely mocked at me while pouting. He lifted his head from my chest and said, "Are you saying I'm not wowing you?" I've never allowed a male inside me before now, but you. I mean, I've been a d**k, but... I said, running a hand through his hair and tugging the cat ears, "And you're really good at sucking dick." “Oops.” He remarked, folding his arms over and pouting his bottom lip somewhat further, "You know, you shouldn't do that to a kitten like me." "You must treat me well. Just now, you stole my virginity. He gave me a blink. On the tip of his nose, I lightly touched him. You're such a moron, I said. You don't even seem to be the same person as the student in the classroom, says the speaker. Why? "Because I am," he said. "I'm a frat guy, a swimmer, and all that in college. I can be adorable, little, and submissive since I'm a kitten here. "So, do you think you're cute?" Are you serious when you say I'm not cute? He almost fell off the bed when he reclined. I took hold of his hand and secured him. Since you are aware, I often get compliments on my looks at the Manor. He was adorable. Absolutely adorable. Because I knew it would boost his ego a bit too much, I didn't want to tell him that. If it doesn't matter to you, I believe you need to be praising me. He started by saying, "You're—" after glancing at me. Your work is excellent. You’re—” "Wow, is it really that difficult?" Esely licked his lower lip. "I enjoy how you seem to be a gorgeous instructor while really being quite the opposite. Additionally, I believe your d**k is excellent. I tucked the ears back into his head and grinned at him. "You didn't respond to my query. Do you want to spend the night? He gave a headshake. "I can't. He laughed, "Well, what would we do? "Tomorrow, go to college together. No. Someone would notice if I spent the night outside the frat house. After trying. I didn't want this time to pass quickly. I was aware that when he departed, I would be left alone in this apartment with my hand, my erection, and guilt about having slept with a student. However, in the grand scheme of things, I was behaving as if we were two strangers getting together to play. He got out of bed and said, "Can I take a shower here?" "You are welcome to observe." I was being choked by the voyeur kryptonite. I had to watch him shower in my bathroom, of course. Do you want me to observe you? I quizzed him. He added, "If you don't, that's fine; I just figured since I was here and I'm so gorgeous, you'd at least want to watch." But that's OK, maybe it won't happen again. I sprang out of bed as the sheet started to slide. The question "What do you mean?" He made a shrug. "We achieved our goals." I assured him, "No, no, it'll happen again." "If you didn't want it to happen again, you wouldn't have pursued me," I said. Esely smiled and went out of the room, looking aside as he did so. Are you certain about that? I went after him and took hold of his arm. I informed him, "Wrong way to the bathroom." And are you attempting to convey to me that you didn't find what just transpired in there enjoyable? I had no idea why I was suddenly the one being chased. Following his pursuing me this morning and his subsequent appearance at my residence. He ought to have been the one still seeking me. Esely snarled. He said, "I'm only a kitten. I'm not sure what I want. Leading him to the restroom, I wrapped myself in my bathroom by snatching it from the rear of the door. I warned him, "I sincerely hope you don't think sleeping with me gets you any better results." Or maybe you're attempting to get more knowledge by using my c*m, I wonder. He pushed me up against the bathroom wall as he shoved his fingers between the robes. He touched my privates. "We'll check to see if it worked on Wednesday." I murmured in his ear, "It won't, for sure." "Go take a shower now so I can top off my bank," I said. Esely was excellent at following directions in this situation, but not so much in the classroom, and even here he sometimes disobeyed, although I understood it was all for fun. He wanted me to dominate him, and I relished helping him do that. I didn't think of myself as inherently dominating or submissive. Esely lathered up his body in soap as I sat on the locked toilet seat, giving me his adorable cat eyes and asking if he may use my assortment of shampoos and conditioners. It was simply unfortunate because I knew this wouldn't last. He was going to return to being a mental pain in my behind. He took a shower, and I enjoyed every second of it like a sweet that was gently melting on my mouth. I wished it would never end. I said, "You smell good." He said, toweling his body. "Naturally." "No, I mean because of the way you used—" "I know, I think it's the pheromones," he said. I imagine that's why you were so into me. I just can't fight the chemistry, or are they biological pheromones? His body was still damp when I snatched the towel away from him. Although I was into him, I wasn't really sure who of the two of us had made the initial move. "You'll find it was you who were into me," I added. He was the one who had me pushed against the wall at the Manor, but I had really gone there looking for something to later masturbate over. I now had a wealth of information from the experience of being inside of him. He pulled the towel back into his hand and added, "I guess you began it when you dropped my suitcase on the desk. "However, I don't blame you. I mentioned the pheromones before. I said, "Perhaps it was because you activated the sprinklers. Esely stretched out his arm and inhaled deeply. "Water turns it on. I'm probably an excellent swimmer because of this. I chimed in with "right," adding to his comments. "So, do you intend to pursue swimming as a profession?" "No, absolutely not," he said. "A few of the boys will compete against team USA in any sport they participate in. All I wanted was the whole ride. I understand. "And if you don't do well in social studies?" I inquired because I was truly interested in what he planned to achieve with his life. I couldn't help but want to learn a little bit more about him. I was curious. "I don't want to say that I believe you will. However, what if you do? He made a shrug. He added, "Things simply seem to happen for me. "I was capable of doing anything. He stopped, stretching out his hand and extended his thumb, "I could—" "I may go into cryptocurrency. One of my frat brothers made like five bags on cryptocurrency, you know. My swimming record speaks for itself, but teaching would not be what I want to do, and frankly, I'm sort of done competing since chlorine is bad for the skin. I wanted to give each other personal advise, but we weren't in a position to do so. Our bodies had only recently linked and we had just f****d for the first time. Before last week, I hadn't ever considered him in that manner. Chapter 20 Even though I wanted to warn him he was wasting his ability, I chose to remain silent. I may even consider teaching," he said. "How difficult could it be when you do it?" This time, I saw the expression in his eyes. He was attempting to elicit a response from me. He wanted me to be a little bit pushy and controlling. provoking me to do it. I said, "I'm not sure if you could handle a classroom full of kids like you." What are your plans for all of them? They into line with pheromones? He mocked. People pay attention to me. I replied, "People pay attention to me." His gaze vacillated as it scanned my body. Question: "Do they?" I yanked the towel away from him once again and yelled, "Come on kitten, you see how obedient you are in here." This time, he gave it to me. You want me to behave in this manner, right? His enthusiasm could be seen in his eyes and all over his body. He became conscious. But I won't give it to you once again. It seemed only fair that I now refused to accommodate his erection after taking a risk and asking him to spend the night. He pouted, "Don't be mean," he pleaded. I am just a kitten. You must not treat me badly. I put my lips to his nose and whispered, "You know, I think I have something I need to do." I'm simply not giving you what you want; I'm not trying to be nasty. Esely exhaled loudly. "That's a little mean, too." In a sense, that was what he expected from me. Just handing it to him. I handed him the towel once again and said, "If you play your cards right, maybe I'll see if I can free up some time on Wednesday." If you don't want your fraternity to suspect anything, you should get dry. 11. ESELY We had a good time playing, and when we f****d, I realized that was all I wanted. But I wasn't going to let him know that I was aware of it. He would have to start by treating that test with some respect if he wanted more of me. Except for Spencer, none of the other fraternity brothers had even noticed that I had left. It would normally be sufficient to claim that I was heading to the pool to do some laps before tonight, but Spencer wouldn't leave me alone. As I ascended the stairs, he nearly backed me into a corner by asking, "Where were you?" "I went to the swimming pool." I chuckled and drew my bag up to my chest. "Good for you," I said. If I'm being completely honest, you should definitely run more laps. "Why did the guys say that you were training then?" "What's bothering you?" I had a few good explanations for why he cared so much about where I'd been and why he was so fixated on finding out. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, however; maybe he was truly seeking for me to tell me something significant. He remarked, "First of all, I'm furious that you placed pop rocks in my underpants. I laughed out loud as I thought about it. I said to him, "I thought that was the action you were looking for." I did it to as many pairs of underpants I could see in the locker area, so you're not exactly fortunate. "I want an apology," he complained. I paused in the corridor, "You want my attention," It was deserted. I looked up at him. He touched my chest with his hand. "You have it. What's so crucial? When he spoke, his lips shook as if he were murmuring them under his breath. "I thought it was enjoyable. I wish I could relive that joy. I replied, "No," checking to make sure the corridor was free before continuing. "You want someone who will call you and simply screw you. Fun was had. But I'm no longer intrigued. I had also hit my first bottom. I was investigating it on my own. It was thrilling, and if I could, I would have done the same for myself. I had a lovely hole and d**k. I wasn't doing anything wrong, and at this point, I didn't care what others thought of me. You have a crowded campus; leave to find a different location to cheat on your partner. Spencer turned and left. I went back to my room and kicked the wooden doorstop out from beneath it. I collapsed into my bed and stared above. I was not the villain. I had already promised Spencer that if he had a girlfriend, I wouldn't work with him. Even though I was a jokester and enjoyed playing practical jokes, I never cheated. But my instructor and I were having relations down below that boundary. I catch myself nearly referring to him as Master rather than Professor Edmend or even Mark in my head. Now, none of those names fit him. He was my Master, and I relished giving myself up to him. I wasn't as fully subservient as some of the other lads at the Manor were, so that wasn't the issue. They would turn into flimsy playthings and toys. They were the pricey kittens you purchased since they were raised in a decent home. I was a street cat that was bratty and had a little amount of attitude. However, there was a part of me that desired goodness and success. A part of me felt pressured to accomplish those things, like study and do well in school. I couldn't depend on my body indefinitely unless I turned it into a company, which I didn't want to do. That might have gone one of two ways: I could have joined a sport and sold my body, or I could have gone online and sold a subscription to it. To get a protein shake and some electrolyte water, I went downstairs. I certainly needed something to give me energy again after the workout I had at Master's flat. The fridge and pantry were fully filled even though the cook had departed for the evening. Emmett and Jake were chatting inside. Emmett was the one who came out and brought the whole frat house to life. People were primarily startled by his connection with Beth, thus it wasn't such a big issue. Which revealed that she had been a lesbian all along. It was an odd coincidence, but I never broached the subject with them. Even though I was sometimes a jackass, I always showed respect. Jake patted my back and murmured, "Ash." "Where have you been, my man?" I said, "You know I have examinations coming up. Every time he thought he saw you, "I've been looking for you, and every time I see you, you're gone, like what's up with that?" We need to pull off a major prank before our big party to mark the end of the college year in a few weeks. “We?” I questioned, taking a ready-made shake from the refrigerator. I fixed Emmett's gaze. Being the master of pranks is challenging. It nearly counts as a full-time job. Jake groaned. You're going to be departing soon, and I want to take over the title, so come on, dude. It's not worth it, I'll tell you that much. I don't care, I'll tell you that much. Jake had played a few little jokes. He played in the minors. He was too concerned about the consequences. When a clever practical joke was pulled on you, you didn't have to worry about the fallout as long as it wasn't harmful. Using the sprinkler as an example. Emmett grinned. "Serious," he said. Jake wants to follow your example. I stated, opening the water bottle and downing the whole contents without stopping for a breath. "Nobody can do what I do," I said. “See.” Jake said, "I heard you're part fish." Chapter 21 I chuckled back, "I do have strong swimmers." Pull a prank if you want me to declare you the "next me," but if it gets you expelled from college, it's all your fault. His hands were clapped collectively. “Deal.” Even my desire to continue playing practical jokes on others had diminished. I was maturing. Since I was the first of my type and no one else was as good at what I could do, it wasn't their fault that I had a good time. I simply had a knack for making people laugh. From the kitchen, I brought my protein drink with me. Spotting Jordan was reading from a manilla file while alone in the living room. His face was pulled together in agony. I jumped into the seat next to him and said, "Hey. The question "What's up?" From over the file, he gave me a glance. "My parents," he complained. "What do they have done now?" As he closed the file, he sighed. They won't give me a single penny from my trust until I graduate because they are still investigating how I behaved as house president, they said. I kicked at his foot lightly and remarked, "That's great." "We'll shortly graduate. What's all the fuss about? You're about to graduate, he said. Since Christmas, I have failed every project I have taken. I lack the necessary credits to graduate. He shook his eyes and turned away. "It is what it is. I won't, however, be finishing at the same time. “f**k. Man, I'm sorry," I murmured as I got up from my seat to join him. I encircled him with my arm. You'll be okay. You might continue in that position. "I was supposed to have an internship at one of the political offices," he complained. "At this point, I'll be fortunate if anybody can ignore the fact that I had to redo the most of my year. Only so far is my name going to carry me. I gave his shoulder a pat. I said, "If worst comes to worst, we could both find employment on a beach or something." "I'm a certified lifeguard. I am able to swim. We could spend the whole day watching ladies, exercising, and tanning. "Women," he said with a smile. "I've seen Spencer leave your room in the middle of the night." My arm retreated and almost flinched as it went around his shoulder. “I—” He said, "Dude, it's OK. "I genuinely care who you f**k or who you like." Spencer is – " I was at a loss for words, and I didn't want him to believe it was still going on. He thinking I was allowing Spencer to cheat on his present girlfriend was the last thing I needed or wanted. That's finished. It was only some testing. You buy me stuff, and I'll be s****l; I'm essentially bisexual. Jordan hardly even smiled when I made a joke, and I chuckled at myself. He stopped, his brow wrinkling like he was Gordon Ramsay, before saying, "I don't—" "I've had girlfriends, but my attraction to women isn't always steady. Or really anybody. He stared at me. "Sometimes, it's this strong feeling and then—" I advised him, "You need to do some research." I'm sure there are more labels you can find to try to explain how you feel. "Bisexual, pansexual, ace, gray, are a few of the names I know." He complained, "I'm not concerning myself with it right now. I'm simply going to concentrate on attempting to convince my parents that they don't have enough credit so that maybe I can finally have access to my trust. He took hold of the knee of each of my legs and dug his fingers into the muscle. I'll threaten you if you tell anybody what I just told you. I swatted his hand away and replied, "Relax, bro." "At least get the lube out if you're going to threaten to have a good time with me." "You're not my type," I said. I wasn't sure if he even understood what category he fit into. Jordan is left unattended while I return to my room with my protein drink. Once again, I was curled up in bed, thinking about how lovely Master had been. I guess he was still getting the hang of dominance, but he was definitely becoming the character more and more. The more I thought about him, the more I wanted to do well on Wednesday's test so he would be happy. I didn't want to disappoint him. I was typically a decent kitty, but the bratty part of me did because I was curious to find out whether he was aggressive in any way. He also advised me to do well in the test. For the first time in a very long time, I opened my laptop and pulled up some of the online pages I'd been intending to look at and research. Chapter 22 MARK Esely and the feelings he had given me were starting to partly consume my thoughts. He had been a bother and a pupil I didn't want to teach for so long. He had become someone I really anticipated seeing. Additionally, he came at my door unexpectedly at first since he knew where I lived, but I'd be lying if I claimed that wasn't what I'd wanted. When I realized the secrets he was concealing behind that grin, I wanted Esely to appear. I wanted to see him there, looking coy and innocent while holding his bag close to his breast. He seldom arrived at class on time, but that Wednesday he did. He didn't even notice I was there when he entered, except for a quick peek in my way and a look he gave me beneath his eyes. My gut tightened with excitement as I realized how covert this whole situation was. I called his attention by saying, "Esely, come on, you're holding up the class." It was practice test day today. I was trying to determine how well-prepared the students were for their final examinations. Esely and I had both agreed that I would reward him if he performed well on his test, but I was certain that I would do it whatever. Even if he wasn't wearing his black and white lace, his pleather collar around his neck, or even the cat ears, I couldn't resist his adorable face. He was the only thing I was drawn to; nothing else. I spoke to the class and noted that my voice was unusually louder than normal. "We're only going to spend thirty minutes on this," I said. I was heard by people. After so many years of teaching, the fact that less and fewer students were enrolling in my classes each year gave them all the motivation they needed to pay attention. "I'm not sure how much trust I have in you passing the exam if you don't pass this test. This is a sample exam question. I went around and placed the little pamphlet on each person's desk. Additionally, refrain from cheating since why would you? I fixed my gaze squarely on Esely's eyes. "There is nothing to be gained by lying." To finally know whether whatever I had said or done to Esely had finally paid off, I was both anxious and eager. He was meant to obey and be controlled, and I was supposed to be the one in charge. He was meant to be the one I was in charge of. in a weak, non-military manner, yet with submission. I wasn't asking him to do anything terrible; all I asked was that he go a bit farther than just getting a passing mark on a single point. On the piece of paper I gave each of them was a question concerning feminism and the form it took in America. Along with any present problems they were addressing, they would need to discuss how the movement had evolved from its inception, as well as the latest advancements and what that signified. I found it gratifying to see the men students express their opinions and knowledge of the subject without allowing the female students to dominate the discourse. I looked online while seated at my desk, using an anonymous web browser on my laptop, for little gifts I may give Esely. He would nearly grab my sight every time I glanced up over the edge of my laptop screen as he returned his attention to his notepad and added more words. I was aware that he wouldn't be a student forever. I was aware that he would graduate, or that he would graduate if the rest of my class passed him. Although I didn't have much information about his other courses, I figured he wasn't performing as poorly in them as he was in mine. There were so many resources online that I had never looked at before, as well as so many products and toys that I believe only Cadic was aware of. Esely was compelled to do well in my class, therefore it was only right that I perform well and get greater knowledge about cat play. Little kittens may try to scratch or bite depending on how they play. Depending on whether their play is s****l, some kittens will be quite oral focused, and this may be handled in a variety of ways. This might be a pacifier if the child loves merging kitten play with age play, but if they want a s****l variation of kitten play, they could want to suck the n****e or perhaps engage in o******x. I looked away from the TV as saliva started to gather in the back of my throat. My body erupted in blood, which then began to gather in my c**k. That happening now was very unacceptable. I had to seem like a professional, and I believed that I had outgrown the tendency to have improper c**k twitches in the middle of the day. It was like going back in time to when I first started having rage-filled boners in my early twenties. There would be no quick resolution to this issue. I remained sat while the website's phrases played in my head like movie end credits. "What do we do now that we're done?" One of the female students at the front of the class asked, "Laura?" I responded, "You can leave it on my desk, and then you can go." The session would have continued for a further fifteen minutes, but I wasn't prepared to stand in front of them. More pens began to scratch answers out on the paper. Knowing they could leave early once the lesson was over, they were eager to depart. I saw that just one individual was purposely lingering behind when the others left the room. Esely had been seated, writing with a pen on paper. He seemed to be washing his fingers as he dug with his thumb nail. My boner was still pressing up against the inside of my pants as we were the final two students in the room. He turned to face me and said, "Just us then. "I completed," He picked up the document, came over to me, and set it on my desk. "I—I have something else for you as well." I shut the laptop lid so I could concentrate. Absolutely, what is it? "First," he replied, closing and locking the door to the classroom. I do not want anybody to witness. I was curious. Under this desk, he had previously given me a blow job before. He carefully pulled down his denim shorts as he spun around and shoved his ass in my face. "At all times." He undid his shorts and underwear to expose the fur tail that was linked to the butt plug, which was firmly inserted within his hole and resting between his cheeks. I grabbed hold of the tail end and gave it a little twist. The feeling is, "How does it feel?" He pulled it back while clenching his teeth. "I like it." Backing up in my direction, he. I'm getting it ready for you. I gave it another gentle pull and added, "It's almost time for lunch." I'm also hungry. I put a hand around the front of his torso and felt his washboard abs, the texture of his skin underneath, and the contours of each and every muscle. My fingertips felt the oozing come from the end of his muscular c**k. I withdrew my fingers and tasted the delicious c**k sap. "I'm starving right now." I couldn't get it out before he pulled away. You promised to reward me after you assessed how well I performed. He whirled around and hid behind. Now that I have your whole attention, you need to consider praising me often rather than only when I do well. His shorts' button was secured. Grabbing his hand, I said, "No. You cannot make fun of me in that way. Esely nibbled his lower lip while nodding. I simply said, "I can, I will, and I did." But I thought—" "But you're naturally in command in the classroom, which I don't enjoy. Outside the class, in a bedroom, for example, you’re not naturally in charge, that’s when I like you to be dominant,” he said. "Mark those papers, then. If you can let me know if I succeeded, I'll come get my prize. I was in awe as I peered at him. Wondering how long he’d been thinking about what to say to me. It was surprising, and oddly refreshing to hear it from him. But it made complete sense. And as much as I hated changing for someone, this didn’t feel like a change in me, but a natural progression. Chapter 23 Esely left the classroom, swaying his hips for me as I watched, knowing he had that cattail butt plug inside his hole. Those thoughts continued to grow my solid c**k inside my trousers, even though I didn’t know how much more growth there could be at my age. Opening my laptop up once more, there were images of boys in different kitten play outfits. When a kitten wears a maid’s outfit, popularized by growing online trends, this can sometimes signify they are a service sub. However, this is only because of the outfit itself. A service sub often refers to a lifestyle of being submissive to the dominant partner. You should get to know the wants of your kitten. Do they want to provide services like a maid would and clean, or are they subverting their clothing choice by wearing something they feel pretty in with no intention of doing anything but being pampered and f****d? I hadn’t even thought of that. I had a lot of learning to do. It would’ve been nice to have someone come and clean, and then once that was down, suck on my c**k, but I wasn’t that much of a dominant man. I liked the idea of being nice as a reward for my sub following orders. In the past, I’d had men who were submissive to the point it wasn’t fun. Pillow princesses who made pouting expressions and remained immobile as we penetrated them as they relaxed. They quickly drained my d**k of its enthusiasm. Esely made me feel good since he taunted me and nearly fought back with me. I chided myself, "Control yourself," and closed the browser. Esely's score would signify more than simply advising him to study harder or that he'd done a good job, so even that had become something s****l as I had to concentrate on evaluating these exam responses. Esely's result was preparing me for another successful fling. 13. ESELY I was fortunate that the practice exam question he gave me was related to material I had just reviewed in the textbook. It wasn't because I considered the topic intriguing; rather, I did it because I anticipated that he would attempt to trick everyone by doing something. The questions were really simple, so as long as I could recall everything, I was OK. All I had to do was wait. I did not, however, perceive a drawback to this. To reach me, he would send me an email or something similar. I'd made enough fun of him. I want a prize that was several inches long and just wide enough to make me feel comfortable. He sent me an email right afterwards to congratulate me on a job well done. Even though I wasn't 100% certain, I did trust him. As the fraternity brothers discussed their plans for the approaching end-of-semester celebration, I was in the midst of a meeting with them. When I was caught looking at my phone and grinning, someone asked me what I thought and what I intended to do about it. They were anticipating some elaborate prank, and Jordan was counting on me to behave because I knew his secret. However, if he planned to remain here for another year, I doubt he would have wanted any of my trash to backfire on him. I said, "Jake is taking over." As I continued to focus on the email, someone interrupted me, saying, "Wait, but people know you pull the pranks; people are expecting something crazy." The very final sentence was a request. A nine. More research will be beneficial. I have several books here that you may like. For you, I can bring them. It was programmed, so I wasn't going wild. The time at home is nine. at his residence. Additionally, he had promised a gift if I performed well on the exam. On the sheet, where there should typically be a marking guide to indicate how many points the question was out of, there was no point system that I could discern. I got up, stretched my back, and remarked, "I'm sorta over it. "Okay, so. Jake.” I glanced around to see whether he was giving me a curious look. "No pressure, but it appears that everyone wants a big joke." I had considered playing a practical joke on another frat house. The Gamma Pi residence included a large fish tank. We could have entered and taken their fish, but that would have been a lot of labor, and we would have needed a place to store them. I also wanted a Leo pull. He was the one who came in to reform this fraternity, but it later emerged that he had been having an affair with Emmett. Anyway, Leo replaced a lot of our alcohol with water. Alternatively, we might have kept their alcohol and become even more inebriated. I said, "I'm going to leave as well." , "I have to study." Spencer got up. "Study," he mocked. "What's going on with Esely?" They both laughed together. Although it was uncharacteristic of me, I had been pranking to fill a gap, and now I had a real person to do so. I didn't feel the urge to play jokes to attract attention. I laughed along with them. I said, "Growing up, I guess," while directing my gaze downward at Spencer. "You ought to try it. You could learn something about yourself. Spencer came into focus. I didn't want to make it seem worse than it was, but Spencer had been trying so hard to ride my d**k that it seemed to be noticed. I headed upstairs to get my belongings. I couldn't wait to meet Master and see what gifts he had in store for me. I had been fasting all day to be ready. The butt plug was making it more difficult for me to control my erection when I left his classroom earlier in the day, so I nearly considered leaving it in all day. I was also unable to attend swimming practice while using a butt plug. I showed up at his flat around eight thirty in the evening. His little chest hairs were visible while he was dressed in his silk robe. "You're early," he said. I demonstrated my wrists to him. "Does it appear that I maintain the time?" He said, "I haven't finished setting up yet," before taking hold of my wrist and pushing me inside. "Wait here, then." I was now fascinated. He spent time and effort setting up a surprise. That sounded good to me. I hadn't received anything like from anybody before. Spencer had only ever done the douching and gotten the lubricant and condoms for me before. I saw the orderly array of shoes he had on the stand as I was standing in the hallway. He was neat and careful. He kicked my shoes off, giving the situation its customary flare of chaos. A little while later, he returned to get me after looking in the hallway to see what I had done. I liked how he looked at me with crossed eyes. also how he grinned at me. He gestured down the hall to his room, "Come in here," and opened the door. There were no lights on. He took me straight into the shadows. When the lights came on, I wasn't sure what to expect; maybe it was a surprise party, but I couldn't remember ever having mentioned wanting more than one person at once. The question "What is it?" I questioned as I stared into the pitch blackness, attempting to pick out items in the thick shadows. He muttered, "Trying to find the switch," banging his palms on the bedroom wall. The moment the light came on, the room was filled with color, and there were several toys and clothes on the bed. I had seen some of these dresses and things before, but I had never purchased any of them since the Manor had very strict restrictions about what you could and couldn't wear if you were employed as a cat. "Pink," I murmured. Everything was a lovely pastel pink color, including the ears and tail. It caused something in my stomach to flutter, as if I suddenly felt myself come alive for the first time. It was thrilling. “I—” He stroked a palm up the back of my neck and murmured, "It's yours while you're here. I looked online and was shocked to see so many goods available for same-day delivery. Do you want me to put them on? I questioned as I threw my luggage at my feet. “I—” He apologized. "I ought to have asked," "No, I love it," I said as I threw myself on the bed and covered myself in the clothing and toys. It connected with me on a level that made my bones tingle. Everything about what I was witnessing was enjoyable. I ran my fingertips over the fluffy, brand-new, tag-still-on pink and white lace stockings. The question "Is it all for me?" "It's a prize." I questioned whether I had genuinely performed well in class or if I had actually performed well and he was so shocked that the only way he knew to demonstrate this was by giving me these presents. Even after he said that things would remain here, I was aware that I couldn't take them with me to the fraternity house. Even just having the items in my purse was dangerous. "You want to get dressed up for me?" he questioned. "I'll make some milk in the kitchen for you. Now that I know how, I'll treat you well. This pleased me. I meowed loudly while nodding. Chapter 24 I had packed the little liquid liner and the pink blush I always used at the Manor for my cat look. It complemented the dress he had purchased for me really well. And upon closer inspection, it resembled the maid's attire but was only pink in color. A pink collar with silver studs and two tiny jingling bells was also added to the ensemble. I slid out of the bedroom after getting dressed, the bells jingling around my neck. The master was waiting for me in the kitchen. He snapped his fingers while gasping. It was "perfect," he remarked. It was "a perfect kitten." I scurried over and began licking the milk out of the little bowl. He leaned over and ran his fingers through my hair. I pressed my head into his, saying, "Thank you. It was tasty. He showed off more gadgets. Large woolen balls in soft pastel colors, together with string. From it, he tore off a short piece of thread, which he hurled to the other side of the room. I followed it as I stumbled on the slick tile floor. My hands were making small paw shapes as I batted it about with them. He grabbed my attention with, "And look at this!" The events were overwhelming. I watched as he played a laser pointer trick on me, starting where my hand was on the ground. I pursued it all the way to him, where he had his robe illuminated. His c**k was jumping, and his balls were hanging down, so I grabbed at it and pulled it open. I resisted the impulse to hit them as I had been doing with the balls of wool since they seemed to be my next toy. He beckoned as he blasted his c**k with the laser. "Go on," he murmured. Even if it didn't seem like it, I hadn't been waiting for his approval. In order to decide, I had more or less been waiting for my brain to catch up with the rest of my body. I scratched at his arched c**k. It moved side to side after moving up and down. I gave it another touch while observing its motion. I had been thinking about his d**k all day, and suddenly it was looking back at me. I took it into my mouth as far as it would go after opening it up and latching onto it. I wouldn't give up on it. Now that I had it, it belonged to me. I sucked the end, moving my tongue down and back up each time, grabbing the delicious ceval off the tip as a little prize in the sucking d**k game. He scooped me up and slung me over his shoulder, so it didn't last long. I was taken aback by his incredible strength as he lifted me and slung me over his arm as he carried me through to the bedroom. He said, "You're staying here tonight. It wasn't a question this time. And that directive didn't bother me. Last time, I would have remained here, but he asked. In my head, I knew I should have said no to be a brat, but it turned out that I had declined out of fear. I had never previously spent the night anywhere else. After we had s*x, even Spencer had left my bed and was making his way to his room down the corridor. I said, "Ok," as he placed me on the bed with all the other objects I hadn't yet touched. He carelessly threw everything off the bed as he moved his hand along the surface. He was unique, but he was still the same person—he was just more introspective. He said in a whisper, "I'll clean it later," as I gaped in shock at what had happened. I cautiously lifted the skirt and added, "You haven't even looked." His fingers moved up my inner thigh and he said, "What haven't I seen?" "I inserted it," I flashed him to show him my plug and tail that were protruding from my hole. "Getting everything ready for you." You're a tease, I tell you. He gently tugged on the tail's tip with his fingers curled around it. As it had previously, my hole tightened as I struggled to maintain my hold on it. What are you planning to do? He let go of the cloak over his arms and emerged in the open. I'm going to fisk you. He took out the butt plug from my hole after pulling it once more. I had the impression that he had extracted an organ via my ass. He played a finger about my hole and said, "Look at you." You are prepared for me and all lubed up. "I'm ready for Master at all times." While his other hand proceeded to investigate how broad the plug that I had produced was, he put a finger at my lips. From now on, meow for me. "Meow, meow." As I reclined and looked up at the ceiling, butterflies flitted through my body, from my head to my stomach. He remarked something about not having used a condom all day as he opened the package. I am unable to agree. Due to the fact that I was a cat, I was unable to tell whether I had m*********d this morning or this afternoon. My hole was lightly tapped by some pressure. His distance from me was shortened by my thighs. His c**k penetrated me more deeply. The quick, intense, delightful pain that was pulsing through me caused my toes to curl. I said "Meow," putting my arms over his back and yanking him across my body. Before I could push my tongue out, he gave me a few gentle pecks before we started moving back and forth, our tongues moving in time with our bodies. He f****d me with a ferocious fury I didn't believe I had ever experienced before. He was training for a marathon, but my c**k had only ever participated in sprints. I had f****d with speed, but he had f****d with stamina. My c**k became a hot c*m fountain as I gripped it, spraying hot come between us and all over the nice clothing he had bought for me. Each and every beat was a throb from my hole as he shoved his hips deep and my hole shrank closer to his c**k. He pulled away while panting, sweating, and lay over my body. He buried my face in kisses and whispered, "I—I came like five minutes ago, but I couldn't stop f*****g you. You are amazing, man. I noticed as I stared at him that his skin had absorbed part of the pink pigment shadow I'd applied to my cheekbones and nose. I grinned back at him, "Meow," and gave him a hearty kiss on the cheek. Chapter 25 MARK We stayed up all night together, kissing in bed. Like butter, we melted into one another. As we came and f****d, our skin merged into one. Both going to sleep and his leaving were something I didn't desire. I felt entirely satisfied by his being here for some reason. As he slept off on my chest, I kissed his forehead. My n****e's flesh was raw where he had been licking. There was a lot of mouth movement, and the website had been accurate in predicting the oral fixation. That element of it was enjoyable. I offered him a lot of things to suck on, so it was helpful for me when he used his mouth to kiss me tenderly on my n*****s and other parts of my body where he could. He said in a blur to me, "You don't have to keep kissing me. "And you ought to get some sleep." I should have been asleep by now, I knew. We were both required to be in college. He was presumably swimming when I was instructing. We didn't have any classes together tomorrow, which made me happy. I could not bear to imagine how it would feel to see him leave my bed and enter the classroom. I echoed her, "I don't want to waste a moment." He said, "I—I have a question." I asked myself, "Did I really do well on the test?" Unexpectedly, he did. So much had changed from the week before, when I'd seen his clothing tumble from his luggage, to the present. That wasn't something I thought was doable. I almost gave up on him. I reassured him, "You really did good. "But I knew you would," He laughed and pressed his face even closer to mine. "No you didn't," he said. He was accurate. I had no idea, but I wanted to believe it, so maybe I had somehow materialized his success. I promptly went to sleep after that. Feeling someone alongside me, waking up in the middle of the night, and then drifting back to sleep in the security of their embrace was pleasurable for the first time in a while. That's what I'd been longing for, and even when I did have the security net of another person, I never became used to it. Esely was going to graduate and go away, so I knew I couldn't grow accustomed to his being here. Everything that was hindering me at this time was just transitory, so I would simply have to put up with it. I prepared breakfast since I woke up before him. I was thrilled and anxious to prepare food for him in order to fulfill a bizarre desire I had in my heart and thoughts. Despite the fact that this was only a fling, there was the perception that it was weirdly couple-like. But none of us could resist the pull, and we couldn't keep our distance from one another. I cooked fried eggs by breaking eggs into a heated pan with a little oil. I toasted some bread before spreading butter on it. Having this inspiration in the morning was fantastic. I made a pot of steaming coffee and poured glasses of fresh orange juice that I had purchased at the wholefood market to go with the eggs and toast. From behind the bathroom door, Esely entered the dining room while wearing a robe. He massaged his face while raking a hand through his unruly hair. He sniffed the air and inquired, "Breakfast?" while rubbing his eyes. Oh my God, I'm starving to death. For him, I drew out a chair. "Eggs, bread, and juice. I would have eaten meat, but after seeing a video, I'm reducing down. None of it seemed to faze him. Eggs are an excellent food. I went back to the table with the food dishes. A little pot of creamer and some sugar were placed next to the coffee pot, which was in the middle of the table. Before poking them with a fork and slicing them along the center with his knife to force out the whole yolk, he spread spicy sauce throughout his eggs. The bread served as somewhat of a sponge for the liquid as he gathered it up there. I kept watching him until he established eye contact, at which point I began to eat. He said, "This is good," but the meal muffled his voice. You produce quality eggs. Considering all the culinary programs I watch, it was really simple. I'm sure I would be made to slap two pieces of bread at each side of my face and be nicknamed a "i***t sandwich" if any of those hosts saw me create any of this. He looked at me and replied, "I just have a protein shake in the morning normally." Apparently, I had a few of them last night. He gave me a wink. Actually, your bed is quite comfortable. Because we put drinking and other things first, the beds back at the frat house aren't the greatest. He immediately drank the whole glass of orange juice after pressing the glass' lip to his lips. "No regrets, then?" I inquired and immediately realized that I was becoming the needy man you never wanted to talk to. The phrase "I mean, sleeping over." He laughed. "Fun was had. However, I'll have to go before you, so if you want to shower with me, we should get started right away. I have to get back to the home so I can claim to have gone for a run, which I never do, but because of the way times are changing, I can now also pretend to run. I advised him, "You take a shower." It will give you an advantage. the greater As I continued to look at him, I realized that his face was the only face I ever wanted to see. Although I had before, and on multiple occasions, wished him to leave my classroom and never return, I really liked being around him. I had reported his troublesome conduct and spoken to his coach about how to deal with it. Perhaps being f****d was what he had been looking for the whole time. He got dressed, bathed, and then gave me a passionate kiss. I looked into his eyes and said, "Did you use my toothbrush?" Chapter 26 "I brought mine," he said. He kissed me once more and said, "How can I be good at oral if I don't take care of my oral health?" I'll speak with you later. It had the cadence of a promise. The sound of a promise appealed to me. I'll speak with you later. I felt disappointed when he departed. My existence had vanished like a huge shaft of sunshine. Without him there, the apartment quickly became chilly. Even though he had only visited us twice, it was unusual to feel that way, and it was even stranger how fast I had developed feelings for him. He had placed everything neatly and cleanly in the bedroom. In truth, I would have preferred to fold it and take care of it myself, so I hadn't asked him to do that. I imagined him to be my abandoned cat that need care. It was pleasant to have the same sense of need and want he gave me. He never left my thoughts, and his kisses never left my face. The level of thrill I was experiencing throughout my body was beyond measure, and I was unable to contain it. It seemed as if vibrations had been planted in place of all that had been stolen from me. As the day went on, I made an effort to pay attention and look out for Esely—whether he was in the corridor or even passing by the classroom. I attempted to control my enthusiasm so that I wouldn't revert to a juvenile state since I knew he was busy. My need to play with myself continually throughout my teenage years came out thanks to him, and the way my body remembered his touch and play was the pinnacle of sense memory. I yearned for it again and over again. I caught sight of the student waiting at the entrance shortly after the final lesson as he departed. The broad grin I'd previously seen wasn't there. He continued, gently, "We need to talk," with a tight voice. The delighted grin that had been on my face as he closed the door vanished. "We had a good time, but—" In the chair, I raised my back straight. “What?” He gently shook his head, "Someone at the Manor knows that I was at yours." "And—and they don't like it when we sleep with guys who were at the Manor, and that is now outside." What are you saying, I'm sorry? We cannot carry out this. In the chair, he gave me a thorough once-over. I either couldn't make sense of what he was saying or my brain was refusing to take in what he was saying. “Esely.” I need that employment. It's how I'm able to support myself." Like everyone else in the home, I do not come from a wealthy family. He added, looking away from me, "I'll be fortunate if any of my family members even make it to my graduation. “So, I—” I grabbed his hand by the wrist while standing. But we still keep it a secret. He jerked his hand out of my grasp and said, "You're not comprehending. "I need a job; my job is to look attractive and cheer up guys. I dressed up for you and gave you a positive feeling. I work in it. “Esely.” I made another attempt to take his hand. "However, what transpired between us wasn't productive. It was only the two of us, and we got along. "Yeah, well, I'd rather network with money than people. He turned for a short moment to stare at me, his eyes raw and red from crying, saying, "You're like—you're like—." "We could never collaborate. And everything you do leads me to believe you want a relationship with me, which I just cannot accept. Please wait. He rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I reclined backward into my work chair. I was deflated and shattered. All of those titillating butterflies had their wings savagely torn off of them, and now they were sitting at the base of my stomach gathering dust. I laid my shaking fingers flat on the tabletop, trying to calm myself. I was sick to my stomach, felt deceived, and wanted to vomit. Chapter 27 ESELY Although it stung, I had to. Both my job and those tips were going to be lost. Since the money was nice, I had to keep earning it while I could. I had no desire to gain a reputation at all. I had seen a couple of the men at the Manor develop reputations before abruptly ceasing to appear. They were dismissed, but there were speculations about what happened to them. Never taking someone home was one of the unwritten laws. I wasn't sure whether I should enter and say that he was my instructor since doing so would have made things much stranger. Therefore, I had to break it up before I started to develop a deeper love for him. I also didn't want to become accustomed to his bringing me breakfast or to the way he kissed and snuggled me when I was asleep, or at the very least, while my eyes were closed. "You ok?" As I barged inside the frat house, Spencer questioned. He was constantly there everywhere I went, and this was no longer just a coincidence. I challenged him, "No," I said. I'm not fine. Why? Why do you wish to know, please? The brothers paused and observed what was taking place. He said, "Chill, it was only a question. I said, "You're infatuated with me. “Why? so I'll stop f*****g you. Spencer. You are dating someone. You're hooked to feeling liked, so why would I want to keep doing that with you? I'm not sure what makes you believe that I still want you, however. I didn't really care about what I had said since so much had been disclosed. It was required at the time. He was a fly about me, doing the things that flies do that are so terrible, like landing on my skin at the most inconvenient moments. I walked stomping into my room. Tonight, I was meant to visit the Manor. I worked there every night from Thursday through Sunday. However, I was unable to even consider going. My objective was to get the money because I needed it, but they wrecked my relationship with Ma, the professor. There was a knock on my door. Jordan looked inside while giggling to himself. There is "so much drama," he observed. Everyone in the basement is talking about it. They may not stop unless you offer them a brief news conference, in my opinion. My face was buried under the mattress. I informed him, "I don't care. “Honestly. I couldn't give a damn. He has been bothering me for weeks, and during the last several days, I haven't even wanted to try to talk to him because of how angry he makes me feel. Jordan, who was likely one of the few to know, only did so because he saw Spencer exit my room. It's not like I gave any thought to the folks who knew anymore. I let my body serve as the temple of pleasure that I always knew it could be because I was myself. I was going to be late for work even though I always offered pleasure. Everyone must have known you two were involved, he added. "That proved it," I turned over and peered at the ceiling. Compared to the ceiling I'd seen in the professor's bed, mine was quite different. I enjoyed spending time with him, but when he chose to find a girlfriend, I refused to aid in his deception against her. You know, that's simply not who I am. It was awful to even attempt to describe to him what I was going through without bringing up the professor. More of my dirty laundry had already been sent out today, so I wasn't going to air it. I also thought it was really humorous how I had essentially outed myself to everyone. Spencer had admitted to being bisexual at Emmett's coming out. What are you going to do, then? Jordan enquired. The last thing we want is for the end-of-year celebration to be a dud because you argued with one of the twins, so I have to ask because I'm still the frat president. I had overlooked it. One of the Vander twins, who hailed from the Vander financial dynasty, was Spencer. If it came to that, nobody would be on my side. I could swim circles around them and I had fun and comedy, but in terms of what really mattered in this environment, I had nothing to give them. I couldn't afford to offer them that, despite throwing lavish parties and snapping selfies with Grey Goose bottles. I told him, "I'll give him 30 minutes." He won't apologize to you, Jordan said with a grin. There was a knock on the door. Spencer said in a faint, whispered voice, "Esely." I raised my elbows and raised my gaze to the door, where Jordan was leaning up against it. “Esely. I apologize," he said. Jordan, it seems like you're mistaken, I said. With a shocked expression on his face upon seeing Spencer inside, he opened the door for Spencer. I said, "Come in," while leaning my head back against a cushion. Spencer entered and shut the door behind him after Jordan had gone. Spencer started by saying, "Listen," as he was perched on the edge of the bed next to me. I've been bugging you, but you won't let me talk, yeah." I asked him to continue speaking by rotating my hand in a rolling motion. "Yes, I want to continue spending time with you and yes, I am in a relationship. Is it an offense? No. I understand that you don't want me to cheat, but I wouldn't. She is amenable to our silly antics. Thoughts crossed my mind, but I didn't want to be proven wrong. I didn't want him to inform me that I wasn't allowing him to talk further. I gave a headshake. I had no interest in keeping my identity a secret or running away. I wanted to act in my best interests, and if that meant having to make some difficult choices, then so be it. "My parents initiated the connection, and because we had previously dated, being together seemed normal to the two of us. She is also bisexual, but we have a lot of fun together and love one other's company. He let out a sigh and reached out to put his hand on my leg. If that's alright? I gave a headshake. I responded, "It's not OK. We come from diverse backgrounds and walks of life, and sometimes that doesn't work. I'm about to graduate. I—” His hand retreated. "Ok," he said. "Well, I'm genuinely relieved that I was able to express it. I simply assumed you were tricking me in some way. “Nope.” "So I suppose that's it. Even if it would be lovely to sleep in this bed just one more. I got out of bed and stretched my legs over the side. I assured him, "That's not going to happen." "And even though I think you're a good guy, sometimes," I laughed at the comment. "Yes, I have someplace to go. Therefore, it would be fantastic if you could just say that we are friends. I extended my hand to him. He looked me up and down as hesitation streaked over his features as he questioned the gesture. “Fine.” His hand entered mine. "But if I split up with her, I'm back to being single." I laughed, "In the distant future." "Sure, find me when you've been married, had kids, and decided to disobey your family." Although the notion was absurd, it was also what I imagined for him in the future. He held my hand closer and stated, "I'd never marry someone just because my parents said so. But that's only a verbal agreement. You stated that I could if I were single. I said it again, taking my hand away, "In the future." "Anyway, you need to go. I have someplace to be. “Oh?” “Yeah. I work on the side. He scanned the area and cast a quick glance at the bag at the entrance on the floor. "The ears of a kitten." "You're aware of that?" “I—I—well I kinda snooped a little last time we f****d,” he said. Chapter 28 It wasn't even important. Just the fact that he had discovered them and hadn't bothered to put them on for me astonished me. Not that I was more interested in becoming a kitty than I was in owning one. Well, I have to find a way to save money. I was astonished and relieved that he no longer inquired about it. I had to get out of here quickly. There was a lot of damage control that had to happen at the Manor, especially if I was going to keep my job there. Showering and forcing myself to go over what I was going to say and how I would deny everything I was being accused of, I finally made my way to the Manor. The only males I knew that attended Palmdale University were one or two. That person must have been the informant. He was addressed as Santi. I went straight for him in the changing room. His flawlessly accentuated golden skin. I was standing behind him, gazing at the mirror image of him. He couldn't have been more than twenty, but the way he c****d an eyebrow when he saw me watching led me to believe he may be much older. He questioned, "Yes?" "You snitched," I said. People entered the changing room to dress while others entered to undress, creating a lively atmosphere of music and conversation. Nobody seemed to be very interested in what we were doing. He said, rolling his eyes, "Who are you?" My lips was near to his ear as I leaned forward. "I'm a candidate for this position who needs it. Therefore, I would at least hope that any new reports about me bringing guys home from this restaurant were accurate. He laughed and turned to face me in his chair. "Oh," he said. You are the one having an affair with your instructor. Even I wasn't the one who stated it. Get your facts straight, please. I peered around the room to see if anybody else may have spoken. Nobody else here knew a lot about me. The lone student from the college was Santi. He must have seen me escorting him upstairs before seeing me with the professor. "Then, who?" I queried. He snapped his tongue, "Listen." Even though we are kittens, we aren't very catty. He gave the room a sidelong glance. "Most often, members voice complaints. Well done if you're being compensated for a house visit. Nobody in this room will speak. We respect the effort. I now regretted approaching him. I should have had faith that they wouldn't have spoken. These individuals have been extremely kind to me since I came. I could only apologise to Santi before settling into a neighboring chair with my enormous ego and getting ready for the evening. Chapter 29 Mark It didn't make sense at all. The more I pondered it, the less sense it all seemed to make. I made every effort to search my mind for anybody who could have seen us together. It was inconceivable for someone to have linked the two of us because I had hardly even gone to the Manor. Except if he was attempting to avoid having another s****l encounter with me, which I didn't mind, but I would have appreciated the candor. I contacted Cadic. Do you intend to visit the Manor tonight? Esely would probably not want to see me, so I asked even though I knew he would be there; yet, it was the only place we could communicate. “Mark. No more taking you, please. “What?” He said, "I saw you. “Sorry. What?” “Mark. I saw the kitty and you. You brought him inside. The regulations prohibit it. I could lose access to both that location and the other locations I like going. “Wait—wait.” Inside of my skull, my thoughts zipped about, creating several lighting moments. I said, "What are you telling me?" "I would have been kicked out if I hadn't told them." My fleeting assumptions were proven correct. You are to blame for Esely's employment being in jeopardy. Cadic sighed at me and lowered the phone. "I was guarding my interests. You need to establish a reputation in these locations. It would have been against me if it hadn't been me. And even though I love you, brother, I had to pass on this one. It was demoralizing to experience, comprehend, or even consider. I entered the flat and saw Esely's stack of folded clothing on the dresser. Even though he had only arrived this morning, a lot had changed. There was no way I could make him return, as much as I wanted him to. Cadic was on the line when I hung up. I was now aware of what I needed to know. It was over what had transpired between me and my kitty. It blazed brightly and quickly, but when it was done, it was gone, and there was nothing left for us to do except go on and carry on with the rest of our lives. I threw all the things I'd purchased for Esely into the top drawer and closed it with a swipe of my palm. There was a stale feeling in the air since it was the conclusion of something I didn't want to end. I thoroughly cleaned the flat before collapsing in front of the TV with a microwave supper for one that I had pulled from the back of my freezer. The faint freezer burn texture on the top of it gave the scorched food a little more bite. I accepted that this was how my life would be as I slurped down the mashed potatoes and gravy and tore through the tough meat. Esely had been causing my heart rate to increase due to tension as well as excitement. As a teacher, I was aware that my heart rate shouldn't go beyond a particular threshold. I didn't see him at all the rest of the week. He wasn't enrolled in any of my courses, and he didn't approach me as he passed. Actually avoiding me, he was. Although I didn't want to believe it, I knew it was the case. Even though I made every effort not to, the vacant seat in the classroom where he had been was a constant reminder of it. If it had occurred earlier, I would have been relieved that he wasn't distracting the class, but at this point, all I could think about was wanting to see him. I spent more time in my classroom every evening. I was anticipating his arrival. I understood the likelihood. Even imagining that he would show there and declare that he didn't care about the work and that he only wanted to be with me was a distant shot. I had grown too old to still believe in fairy tales. The door was about to open when there was a knock. Hello, I said. "I'm Santiago," he introduced himself as he entered. In his booty shorts and very thin and loose vest, he was almost unclothed. You have to deal with Esely, I wasn't even going to enter this room. “Esely.” I straightened my back. He is my pupil. What took place? Santiago grinned sarcastically. He made his way back to lock the door. He said, "No, you understand what I mean. "Recently, he's been a complete disaster. At the Manor, you understand. “Oh.” He was telling me despite my uncertainty about whether I wanted to hear any of it. I regret to inform you of that. He replied, approaching more quietly, "I know you and him had a little thing." He brought a chair over and sat down across from my desk. "You need to speak with him. He has been imbibing. I wasn't in charge of him. That wasn't my issue. I wasn't permitted to take an interest in anything unless it related to his academic work. I shrugged and shook my head. There's always his fraternity, you know. They will undoubtedly have a plan that they may be able to execute. "He hasn't left the Manor," he said. "Almost a week ago. First of all, he is unable to depart. Due to his constant drinking, he is unable to ride his bike back. And he always declines offers of rides home from others. I kept slapping my skull. I was against hearing it. "If you know anything, you'd know he can choose for himself," He tapped his fingers on the wood table, "Did he tell you that it was a member who told on him?" "Because I believe it's crucial to remember that. Not one of us was it. Additionally, I'm certain that you two were acquainted before you came to the Manor. I pointed toward the lecture hall. "We did. So?” He snapped his fingers in front of my face and said, "So." "He appears to believe you two had something going on. He's there drinking every day and being much more promiscuous than I've ever seen him since it was taken away from the two of you. And you're here, so, yeah. He scanned me with his eyes, eyeing me up and down while he considered what to say. "Your shirt has some nice stains on it. I thus assume you are suffering as well. Esely was difficult for me to get over, but at least my approach was half-functioning—by which I mean it was not working at all. Everywhere, even this desk, made me think of him. Even the sight of a stray cat made me think of Esely, who would crawl about the kitchen slurping milk with his little tongue. Santiago got up. retrieve up then; I'll take you to the Manor so you can go retrieve him. I closed my eyes and said, "He doesn't want me." I had a strong link with Esely, so saying such things aloud felt strange and hit me in the gut. He wants to preserve his position. Santiago took hold of my hand. "You'll come and set his head straight if you want him to keep his job then." But we can't work, I've already told you that. "You can," he said. "Before the Manor, you two were acquainted. It's not like that location is the reason the two of you are together. Actually, the only reason they care is because they want to keep things at home. Mostly, it's a safety issue. Since I didn't want to see Esely intoxicated and I didn't want him to see me seeming to be in a strange period of despair where I was slipping in and out of it, I wasn't even sure I wanted him to take me there. He scolded me and said, "Come on. "If not because you like him, then at least because he's your student." Chapter 30 With that one, he could have had me by the balls. But only because I liked him, he was my student, and he was correct in both cases. I felt a sense of obligation to shield him from himself. But also because I could clarify the matter better. Knowing who had informed them about us was annoying since it had been my pal. I inhaled deeply in the hopes that it would focus my thoughts and enable me to decide. "Fine," I said. Saying "Let's go." Even though I was nervous to do this, I had to. As Santiago drove me to the Manor, he began to tell me about what Esely had done. Even though he hadn't been having s*x, he had been more forceful and demanding with the other members. They tolerated it to some degree since having a cat that understood their needs was different from the normal cats the Manor had. "Isn't he being a little brat?" I said softly. "More now," he retorted. "We're entering from the rear. Also, let's hope he's still in the dressing room. The thought of seeing him made my stomach queasy. Although I had mentally prepared for him to enter the classroom, I hadn't mentally prepared for an ambush. I was even more anxious since Santiago had already called my attention to the filth on my shirt. The worker has their own parking space. Observing the Manor from this angle was odd. Apart from a guard at the back door, no one was present. He looked me over and then invited us both inside. We moved through doorways and through broad halls. As we came closer to the changing rooms, the music got louder. He dusted the first kitty we saw with a glittering highlighter and inquired, "Where's Esely?" He indicated a locked door. "He is sleeping." I came to a halt and leaned against the door we had just passed. I'm not able to accomplish this. Chapter 31 ESELY His face was the last thing I anticipated seeing while feeling hungover. At first, everything was a blur, and I began to believe that I was hallucinating. He turned out to be standing in front of me, proving that I wasn't hallucinating at all. He was on his knees on the ground, caressing my chin as though there was still a connection between us. I scowled, "Go away." He turned aside to face Santi's door. The question "And what are you doing?" "Esely," replied Santi. You're aware that you can't be in these changing rooms. I didn't even remember entering this place. My cheeks stung, and my head was vibrating numbly. I peered around. One of the private changing rooms was where I was. They had roomy couches that were ideal for sleeping on and were very big. In none of the upper bedrooms could I get any sleep. Kittens could only access them if a member was strapped to their arm since they were just for members. His smooth voice swept over me, "Let's wash your face and I'll take you home," pressing his thumb at my chin to draw my attention to him. Even after I informed my professor, "Master," that I never wanted anything else, he still came for me. I stumbled, "I can't go home," I said. "You take me along with you." He said, "I—" and seemed to be searching for approval from Santi. Not even Santi was in command. "Let's first cleanse your face. Additionally, you may wish to dress. Do you just have on a t-shirt? He removed the blanket that was around my waist. At least you are wearing underpants, I suppose. I didn't anticipate seeing him again at this time. I had tried to stay away from him and everyone else up to this point. My arm was pulled till I was ready to stand beside him. I may have felt safe enough to come here and become inebriated since nobody in this establishment cared to see me, particularly when the members were paying and the alcohol was flowing. He seated me at a chair and sat across from me. I scantily scanned the area to check whether Santi was still hovering. From what I could make out in my foggy peripheral vision, he had left. "Can you take me along with you?" I quizzed him. He began stroking my face while pulling at makeup wipes. Of course, he responded. But I have to share something with you. "I can stay on the couch if you have someone over," she said. I couldn't tell from his smile whether he found what I was saying funny or if anything else was going on in the area. "You may use my bed; I will use the couch. That is a boundary that I wish to respect. You've given me a lot to ponder. Although we had fun together, I don't want you to quit your work and I also don't want to push you into doing anything with me. I sighed and said, "It was a member. They are only envious. "It was my friend," he said. "I wanted to tell you, but I knew it wouldn't probably change anything." Although I didn't know it and it wouldn't really matter, I had discovered something that would. "Pick up my bag." He started looking through my luggage as I looked at my mirror. I felt low and hopeless. My skin seemed to be years older. I kept removing my makeup by wiping it off while thinking what I had been missing and how many calls I had been neglecting. The whole fraternity had phoned, but I had informed them that I was gone, and the visual evidence that I was still alive was helpful. He leaned back in his chair in front of me and said, "Ash." "Where did you get all of this money?" I said, "There ought to be 4,000 in that bag. Don't take it. Staring into the bag of cash, he continued, "I—I won't, I'm just asking." It costs a lot of money. I took the bag and informed him, "It's a week of tips." I have a contract, but it only applies to those who are in committed relationships. It states something about there not being any money involved, that it existing prior to the employment, and other things, and we both have to sign it. But I just learned about it. He gave me a grin. It compelled me to grin. He said, "I'll sign it." No, but we are not even a couple. Although it hasn't been long, he added, "I think being together and enjoying each other is the better option if you're here getting wasted and I'm at home eating microwave meals that are cold in the middle and not even caring if it's out of date." He took the paper. Where should I sign? I exclaimed, stabbing my finger on the page, "You're being silly." However, you may sign here. I wasn't planning on running into him again. I would eventually have to return to university and take the examinations, but because I wouldn't have to attend his courses anymore, it was simple to avoid the professor. Santi picked up the document after I put my signature. They'll get this from me. You must don some clothing. He was accurate. I needed to complete getting dressed. I had been here a week and had gotten used to life here. Some of the other men followed their lead. Every night they worked, spent the day sleeping on the lounge chairs in the dressing room, and then repeated the cycle. But I didn't want that kind of life. A nice item that was in excess was harmful. Once I was clothed, self-aware, and just a little bit sober. Santi gave us a ride home. I had my eyes closed in the passenger seat, trying not to feel queasy, while the professor gave him instructions and directions from the front seat. His place was just as I had recalled it. Clean. I went straight to the couch to lie down. He took the seat next to me and raised my legs so they were resting on his lap. I said, "I'm sorry," to him. "No, I'm sorry," he said. "No, I'm even more sorry." It's truly your fault, he laughed, so that's excellent. I made up an outcry of horror. Well, I mistakenly believed that your acquaintance had exposed us; hence, you are to blame. We were having a great time together. He damaged it. We didn't change for ours. He held me close and massaged my body while I drifted in and out of sleep. He ultimately had me eat something since he knew it would help me wake up and quickly relieve my hangover headache. I believed I was a burden to him. As we sat across from one another at the dinner table, he stated, "You know, I meant it about the document we signed. He touched my foot with his. "Now that I know you're a real human and not some robot seeking laughter from a classroom, I'd love to continue getting to know you," she said. Chapter 32 At him, I furrowed my brows. I said, "How do you know I'm not just a robot?" All the things we had done would have hurt if you were, he said. I wouldn't know since I've never had s*x with a robot. I tried to demonstrate to him how a robot would move by doing my best robotic arm and hand inflections. He chuckled despite the poor interpretation, which I liked. "I won't talk about us to anyone," He said, "Me neither. I believe some individuals are so ingrained in one another's life that if we tell them, they'll simply want to break us apart. Which is really strange since I didn't expect this would be an actual thing. To his point, he was correct. I also didn't believe it would be anything genuine. The reason I didn't want it to be genuine was less because he was the opposite of me and more that, according to me and no one else, the opposite of me was dull. He was only private, but he wasn't dull. We sat back down on the couch after eating, and I snuck another long glass of water. We both rested there as he played one of the taped TV programmes. It was calm and serene. I said, "You know, I won't have anyplace to stay after I graduate. You're near to the Manor, and you're—" "And I know this is soon, like, much too soon, and I don't want to put this on you as I could definitely find someplace." He answered, "You can move in." "Sure, that. However, there are restrictions on that. At the frat house and at the Manor, I had spent a lot of time adhering to the rules, but they were there to be violated. What circumstances? You never act foolishly, he remarked. That's all. Oh, you remember to hang up your shoes at the entrance rather than simply kicking them off. Anything else? " And you need to consider your future, he said. What is the one thing you wish to do in life? After that, you may take action. He just required that I examine myself and reveal to him my darkest, most intimate secrets. Even worse, I had no idea what I desired for the future. I just knew I didn't want to grow up to be like my parents. I didn't want to have to live in poverty later on. Do I have to choose right away? “No, no.” He proceeded to spoon me on the couch and kissed the back of my neck. "Now that the kitten stuff is paying well, you ought to consider saving as well." Has anybody ever accused you of being bossy? I questioned while wriggling in his arms as I turned around. He gave my nose a boop-kissed. Have you ever heard someone say that all you need is a solid hand to hold? Actually, I had heard those precise comments from a number of individuals. The reply is "Yes, Sir." He clarified, "Master," luring me in. His mouth was against mine. "Master," he said. The answer is "Yes, Master." Chapter 33 MARK Spending time with Esely once again was enjoyable. Naturally, because we had both gone through distinct experiences, things were different. Cadic had apologized, and Esely was able to put things right at the Manor, but I wasn't quite ready to accept that just yet. The finest thing I've ever had was almost destroyed by him. Esely benefited from temporarily living with me in a semi-apartment-like setting. I was able to mentor him while he prepared for the test. I had no prior knowledge of what was on that exam, but I had been informed that it would have questions from all the many courses we had been studying. Esely had been saved from himself at the Manor a few weeks before. I was nearly no longer his instructor since he was prepared for his exams. He had to maintain his good looks at the fraternity, however. Given that I was so used to living alone, I didn't mind too much. But it was his last test, which meant that I was no longer his instructor. Although his fraternity was hosting a sizable party, he had promised to stop over and visit me beforehand so he could tell me how he felt the exam went and I had agreed to prepare a supper for the two of us. At least my culinary inventiveness was back. I was no longer a sandwich for idiots. My homemade pasta and sauce, which was simple but wonderful, went well with a lovely white wine. After spending the most of our time playing as him being little and kitten-like while I was his controlling Master, it seemed pretty grownup of us. I yelled, "You're early," as soon as I heard the front door open. He kicked off his shoes, which he then carefully arranged after. He entered the kitchen and said, "I wouldn't miss it," as he pulled his t-shirt up over his head. "This place is so hot." I was blending the fresh tomato, onion, garlic, and all the fresh herbs I could locate at the whole foods market into the spaghetti sauce. I replied, "I'm almost finished." "You should prepare the table. In addition, I have a bottle of white wine. He leaned against my back and whispered, "Babe, you know I can't drink, I have to get back on my bike to the frat house." He encircled me in his arms. I said, "Then I'll drive you." The wine is excellent. I made certain to serve it with spaghetti. He reached down the front of my pants with his hand. "It's supple," It's sleeping, I whispered. You shouldn't start a project that you can't complete, therefore keep it quiet. Additionally, I was aware that he wouldn't be able to accept all of my pasta, sauce, and meat. Considering that he was a guy in demand, at least not in the time he had given me. Before setting the table, he released his grip and cleaned his hands. He'd been here so often that he left part of himself behind, and it lingered long after he had left the flat. It was so great to have him give this place life, even when he wasn't here. I waited for him to return from the restroom while plating the meal and pouring the wine. He sat next to me wearing a stylish blue shirt. "You got dressed for me," I said. "I believe you look fantastic." "And I think you look delicious," he said. Me or the food? He turned his head away from me to stare at the food. You claimed that the spaghetti was fresh, correct? “Yeah.” Then, without a doubt, the meal, he laughed, squeezing his lips together. I'm joking. Although it's been a while since I last tasted you, I'm sure you're also delectable. I said, "This morning," and he said, "Yes." "Do you still remember?" "Oh yeah," he said, still chuckling. The good news is that I believe it worked. He believed that by ingesting my c*m, his cognitive function would have improved. When the test results were released, only time would tell whether it was indeed the case. That's great. I got a terrific blow job, and you received a performance booster. He lifted his glass of wine and said, "You thought it was great?" I gushed, "It was the best I'd ever had," trying to boost his ego as much as possible. “Cheers.” I held out my glass for him. I was vanishing into the pleasure he gave me while we ate and maintained extended eye contact. The way he made me feel loved and the way he looked at me. It was magical. I was afraid that it might disappear at any minute, but I didn't want it to leave me. He gulped the meal down like someone was trying to steal it from his plate and replied, "Next week, I'll start moving my things in. Was it okay? “Sure.” I had already prepared room in the closet and the drawers for him. "You know I can help if you need it," I said. Chapter 34 You understand that no one else is aware of us, he continued. "Perhaps we can start informing people after I graduate and everything has settled. However, for the time being, I like being your little kitty, and it's good to have a secret we can both keep. Whatever brings you joy. I laid my open hand on the desk. His hand entered mine. You're going to spend tonight in the frat house, right? From across the table, he muttered, "I wish I was coming back here," and gave me his pouty looks. But we'll have plenty of time for it the following week, I know that. He was accurate. We had been discussing the length of our time together. We were simply glad to have discovered one other amid the confusion of what our former teacher/student relationship had looked like, even if it was still an unlabeled new connection. He was playing with my foot in between his feet below the table. I'll thus return tomorrow about noon. We sit around all day doing nothing, I believe. It "sounds like a plan," I said. It was a fantasy to imagine doing nothing with him all day. Then I'll simply have to suffer by myself tonight. He gave a nod. “Unfortunately.” He would text me and leave me voice messages, little micro podcast-style things that I could listen to, so I knew he missed me while he was away from the home. It was evidence of how close we had gotten and of how well we were growing to know one another. I attempted to stand between him and the door after we finished eating and he got ready by dousing himself in fragrance. I said, "I don't want you to leave." He hugged me and remarked, "You don't look as cute as I do when I do that." It reminded me of how we first got into this when it was pinned up against the door. I said, "I love you," out loud. My thoughts were fumbling about before my eyes. We had never stated it before, any of us. I tried to hide the fact that I had just sent this new connection the death knell by saying, "So, we should go kitten," while speaking loudly. I knew he heard what I said even if he didn't acknowledge it. I left him off at Greek Row after driving him there. I was aware that I shouldn't have had a stone in my stomach, but I did, and I didn't want to leave him in this situation. I had vowed to him that I wouldn't watch any of the programs we were co-viewing. So I spent the whole evening by myself watching movies. Going to bed alone was the hardest, but it wasn't quite as gloomy as it had been when I had been by myself since at least this time I knew he would return. It wasn't any different for me to have the whole bed to myself than it had been for years, but it's good to keep someone in your life when they provide you with the comfort your body has been longing for. I curled around a pillow and buried it between my legs while I read in bed. I must have dozed off while holding my k****e because I was startled awake by a rustle in the middle of the night. A voice was heard after it was near the door. Esely was stumbling about while attempting to be silent. He was definitely not a cat in that regard. Maybe a clumsy kitten. He flopped down next to me on the edge of the bed. He was just partially clothed when I switched on the light at my bedside. I assisted him in removing his shirt and pants. "I thought you weren't coming back tonight," I remarked. He uttered a drunken murmur. I re-turned the light off before settling up next to him and hugging his side. I gave him a cheek kiss and said, "I'm glad you're back." He had the odor of someone who had been submerged head first in a pool of vodka. He said, "You know," and held out a hand. "I love you, too." I knew he had heard me earlier when I said, "I—". When he held me, it was automatic, like if he had pressed a button on me. I had said it and I had meant it, but I didn't want to let my guard down so easily. "I do," he responded. I cherish you more than a mountain. I questioned, "A mountain?" And trees, he continued. And a lake. I like it when the lake is little, but as time goes on, it becomes larger and larger with an abundance of water. You may swim in it as well. "Trees and a lake, yes." He turned over and hit me with his falling arm. "I cherish you like a lake. No. like the lake's water. And you swim in it. I can swim you know. Can you swim?” “I can swim,” I said. “Ok, ok,” he said, quietly. “If you couldn’t swim, that’s ok. I am a good life guard. And I’m hot too, so Baywatch, watch out.” He was feeling mighty confident of himself. But I liked that. He was headstrong. He knew what he wanted. Right now, he wanted to sleep, even if I could feel his c**k digging into me. I said, "You could do that." "How was your night?" I asked. He threw his arm around me and murmured, "Missed this. "I'm too inebriated for s*x, but we can cuddle," the speaker said. "I just wanted to be here and cuddle." I encircled him with an arm. As usual, we can snuggle. He was really priceless. So lovely. I never wanted to be apart from or lose him. I had generally been single and living alone up until this point in my life, so the thought of returning to that made my throat hurt. I never wanted it to take place once again. I replied to him by saying, "I love you." His lips instantly began to probe my n****e as he rubbed his head against my chest. He was aware of my preferences. ESELY, EIGHT MONTHS LATER Chapter 35 "Come on, kitten, we're going to be late!" From the hallway, Master yelled. I felt anxious. We were going to be late, of course. I completed getting dressed in a T-shirt after brushing my teeth. He motioned with a hand for me to approach while standing and tapping a foot on the ground. I groaned and put my feet into my shoes near the entrance. "I know we're late," I said. He put his thumb to my mouth's side. You used a little bit of toothpaste. The man kissed me. The goal is to go pick up the cat from the shelter, bring her back here, show her around, and gauge her interest in the toys. Of course not your things. I rolled my eyes at him while tutting. She is welcome to play with my things as well. He took my hand, and he replied, "Fine, but she has claws. You do not. She may therefore scratch. "I realize that. I replied, "I'm the one who wanted her. But you said that you were pleased with my performance once I graduated. I can have anything, you said. And I assured you that I was wise. "You know I work in the morning too, so if she cries in the middle of the night, what do you have to do?" In particular on nights when hubby was at work the next morning, I recounted the lengthy list of things I would have to do for the cat if she screamed. Only Thursday evening through Sunday did I work. I had advanced to the position of supervisor, which put me in control of many kittens. Even though I was now a respected kitty, I was still a kitten at heart. We had already visited the animal shelter a few times. We had discussed buying a kitten or cat, but neither of us had any intention of taking the decision lightly. If we acquired anything, we had to treat it right. I laughed and told him that he was being stupid when he previously told me that it would be like having a kid. The need of children was considerably greater. No of how often we tried in bed, I was not going to have one of them anytime soon. I already knew which cat I wanted. a ginger and white tabby cat named Ginny. She and Master were both elderly, so I assumed that they would get along well. He had never met her, but I'd taken her to the animal shelter a few times so she could get acclimated to me. Each time, I brought some goodies for her and the other cats and kittens to show them that I wasn't a monster. Everyone adored me. As we stood in the animal shelter and stared at the enormous wall of metal bars where the animals seemed to be imprisoned, he questioned, "Is she the one?" I tugged on his arm, "I want them all," in a low voice. We don't live in a palace, and although I'd want to say yes, I'm not a billionaire, he said. Choose the one you want. One of the lads who worked there was also one of the kitties at the Manor, so the staff knew me. This cat served as the ideal ties that bound us together. As soon as Ginny emerged from her cage, she purred and practically sprang toward me. She was placed in a different container so that we could take her home. We didn't really need anything else since we had been prepared for this, or at least I had. I was so happy to have a companion to keep me and my partner busy while the other was at work. I allowed her to go home in her box while sitting on my lap. She didn't hiss or act irate or furious. He said, "Are you going to change her name?" She's ginger, not white. Ginny likes her. Through the container, she purred at me. "And I also have her affection, therefore I win. Have you purchased food for her? Of course, he responded. "Food, toys, she's got everything she needs." He gave my knee a touch and gave it a comforting squeeze. I was secretly planning to get a second cat and perhaps a third and fourth as well. It wasn't like we might be expecting any kittens any time soon since I knew Ginny couldn't get pregnant. He continued, "You have to promise me one thing," as he parked the vehicle. "I swear," You weren't even listening to what I had to say. “What?” He tickled my chin with a finger-scratch motion. "You have to promise that you'll love me more than the cat." I faked a gasp of horror while shaking my head. "I'm not sure if I can do that." Thoughts like, "She's adorable, but—" You have to love me more than the cat, I insist. Only a kitten, I am. He came closer and kissed the tip of my nose. "All right, cat. I don't like the stench emanating from that box, so we should definitely take her inside right now. To his point, he was correct. Perhaps she had been anxious. I didn't mind that I was anxious however. With her new family, she had returned home. Moreover, I was still a kitten.