Thread: The College Dominatrix- Messeduprp x Samanthab

MessedupRp said Alice Givins glanced at the clock on her desk once more, tapping he surface with the end of a red pen. Her eye flirted from the clockface to the door and down to a red, leather bound journal on the desk, on the inside cover, the name Tara Reed was written in blue ink. It had been several years since Alice took on a position as a creative writing professor, after her own writing career took off to moderate success enough that she lived very comfortably at least she had decided to seek out a teaching position, something that would allow her to cultivate budding authors who were searching for their own voice. She felt a connection with most of her students, after all, she read every assignment they would pen. But there was one girl she felt especially close to. Young Tara Reed. If Alice were prompted on why she felt such a connection with Tara, she likely wouldn't answer but in reality, Alice saw a bit of herself in Tara. She recognized a fire for writing and a desire to be heard. But it didn't hurt that Alice liked watching Tara's ass sway as she left the lecture hall every day. The professor didn't feel bad about lusting after a student, the school had no policy against it and that mean that all the sweet girls in Alice's classes were available. This was why Alice had been so floored by what he found in Tara's journal as well. It was normal for students to keep journals of ideas and manuscripts for future writings. When Alice saw Tara had left her journal in the classroom, she chose to keep it for the night and return it to her student the next morning, tomorrow was Saturday so Tara would have all day to come by and pick it up. However, curiosity got the better of Alice and she couldn't stop her rogue fingers.from cracking open the pages of the book, not could she stop her eyes from frifting over the pages and soaking up each word of text. What Alice saw was shocking. She eas greeted with detailed depictions of lust, scenes of a young co-ed woman being sexually dominated by her professor. Alice had to do a double take and make sure that this was right book, but it was. The style was distinctly Tara's and the handwriting was unmistakable. Alice decided not to share this little discovery with anyone else, not wishing to risk poor Tara's reputation. She sent the student a simple text message, You left your journal in class. Come by my office today at 600pm to pick it up and waited patiently in her office. Her official office hours had ended a little while ago so now she was just waiting for Tara to arrive. Alice adjusted all the items on her desk again and checked her appearance. She looked good for 36. She had a slim figure, she ate well and exercised constantly. That granted her a large, firm rump, her apple chest was a gift from her mother and her elegant face was from her father. She had full lips and bright greenneyes that contrasted her pale skin. Alice's long black hair was nearly combed and now tied back in a tight ponytail. Her glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She was wearing black heels, stockings and gated belt with a black skirt and a whote blouse under a sharp blazer. A knock at the door caused Alice to jump a bit as she was pulled from her stupor. She smirked and called out, come in. Alice smiled politely at Tara, hello Tara. Please, have a seat. Once the girl was sitting, Alice held up the book, holding it from enough away that Tara couldn't grab it. This is a very interesting ready Tara... I haven't mentioned it to anybody, I was hoping you might be able to shed some insight on the subject matter. She set the journal down and leaned forward, what made you start writing these kinds of things Tara? You're not in trouble, Im just... curious. Click to expand... Tara jumped off her Harley, pausing only long enough to shut off the engine and shove the helmet in a saddlebag before sprinting through the parking lot toward the campus building. Her long red hair flew out behind her, the helmet having made it a tangled mess. Her boots clacking against the asphault as she hauled ass. Her mind was racing almost as fast as she was. Surely Professor Givins wouldnt read her journal, after all she wouldnt pry into her students personal items, that...that just wasnt her. Banging through the doors of the building Tara almost slammed into another student, though she doubted she could have done anything to him. At 5'3 and 90 lbs she was hardly a monstrous force of power. Likely she would have been the one sent sprawling. She only just barely managed to gasp out a sorry before she was racing toward Professor Givin's door. Pulling off her perscription sunglasses, exposing her pale blue, almost grey eyes she pulled out her she placed them in the pocket of her leather jacket and pulled out her pair of indoor glasses from the same pocket. She knew that there were people who laughed at her because...well...she didnt look like the motorcycle type. But she was...sort of, being as tiny as she was she had been forced to develop a tough attitude to get people to back off when they tried to push her and that came out in a lot of ways, her chopper and clothing style being the big ones. But those who got to know her, really know her, knew that she was very mild and soft spoken. Her parents, before their deaths wold have never guessed she was anything but a quiet, slightly introverted young woman. And they certainly would have never suspected the kinds of things she has in her journal. Finally Tara reached the right room and stopped outside of it, trying to catch her breath and settle down a bit, she wasnt winded, she was in good shape, but her clothes and the warmth of the building had caused a slight sheen of perspiration to bead out on her face. Reaching up she knocked on the door and waited to hear a come in to open it up. Upon entering and being commanded to take a seat Tara walked over and sat down across from her professor. Tarra's face paled when her professor held up the journal and commented on its contents. Tara spluttered and ooked around before her eyes squared on professor. You...why did you read that, its private! She accused, beginning to panic.