Purely by coincidence, Professor Amanda Bell met one of her Literature students on the mat during a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class for beginners. During the past 10 years, she taught students in a university setting; now she was actually about to grapple with one. Her usual academic attire was typically a dowdy skirt and blouse combination. Now she was currently...
Prologue: Elle Cohen studied her reflection in the mirror and she could hardly believe her eyes. Her bare breasts -- round C cups -- were bound with soft black rope. The rope made exactly 3 loops around each breast, hooked around her shoulders, and circled the back of her neck to create self-bondage. Overall, the rope formed a makeshift bra that warped h...
She sat in her office. She liked being a TA(teaching assistant). At 22, she had the grades of a hundred freshman in her hands. She sat grading homework. The thought of power made her excited. She thought of failing people, ruining their careers. The thought of power made her randy. The thought of giving As to those she liked, rewarding hard work and loyalty....
Part 1 of 3: Face in the Crowd Snow fell on the college campus. Exam week was almost over. Most of the students had already gone home to be with their families for the winter. Linda, the history professor, walked towards her car. She was an elegant and respectable woman. She had recently been named chair of the history department, which was the highlight o...
Teacher's Perspective: The Kiss Professor Janson used her imposing 5'10" height to assert dominance as she carefully observed each student leaving her classroom. The Catholic university was strict about dress code, which seemed stuck in the 1950's. Plaid skirts, white button down shirts and cardigan sweaters were required. A delicate gold crucifix hanging o...
Julie was having trouble coming up with tuition for the semester. She was only a sophomore and, after this one, there were two more years of tuition payments that would still be due. She knew she’d have to fend for herself and was already holding down two part time jobs. And still, she was always running short. Then she’d gone to the student health clinic in...
There are so many paths one can take in life. The same holds true for men and women. Some truths are simply universal. Like the fact that there is an exception to every rule. My name is Miranda Brownstone and I'm the Athletic Director of Randall College in the town of Norwood, Massachusetts. The first woman and the first Black person to hold that position in...
[Author's Note: This story is dedicated to two very special people in my life that inspired me to start writing, and to push through the writer's block and continue. Although this story is not entirely dependent on my previous story, you should read the other for background information and continuity. I hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I enjo...
Vanishree, was petite although she always evoked those usual glares from guys around. Migrating from a small town to a buzzing city wasn't easy although she had begun coping up with the ordeals of being a part of the cosmopolitan. She wasn't feeling humiliated anymore whenever guys took advantage of the overflowing crowds in the buses by playing with her tit...
At a high school in a small town, the Grade 12 students were getting ready for the upcoming prom night and for the following day's graduation ceremony at the local church. For some students, the high school years were the best time of their lives. On the other hand, for others, they just can't wait to get into the work force out of town never to return, or g...