Trained to submit

Monika slowly got dressed for class, today the first day of her plan. She had been trying to figure out how to do it for over two months now, Monika a determined and inventive girl once she put her mind to it. It sounded like a ridiculous idea but she even Googled the subject, surprised to find that the Internet contained a wealth of information on the seduction of a professor, and it didnt seem to be the taboo subject that many made it out to be. It was different than high school; college students were more sophisticated.

Her medium-length auburn hair hung down just below her shoulders, pushed a bit to one side in front to give her that sexy look. At five feet six, one hundred ten pounds, her figure made boys fawn over her, but at twenty-three, she was looking for someone older, more mature. A man that knew what he wanted and would demand it. It wasnt that she was a virgin, though her experience was limited to three boys. One had lasted a few months, the others shorter, all of them sexually unfulfilling for Monika, the boys more interested in getting inside her and pounding away until they came, never paying much attention to her, just a convenient place to park their pricks until they came.

She pulled on the white blouse over the lacy bra, leaving the top button open. Dress sexy, the websites had said. It doesnt hurt if you absentmindedly play with the top button on your blouse or reach inside to slowly scratch an itch. Her breasts werent huge, but were more than ample to draw attention to her deep cleavage, a small gold cross hanging from a chain looking almost anti-religious as it nestled between her tanned breasts. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, her blue plaid schoolgirl skirt in her hand. It was great to live in a time where schoolgirl outfits were for the fashion conscious, not the perverts. She wrapped it around her; the short skirt leaving a wide expanse of naked leg, even shorter when she would be sitting down. She sat in the front row of his class, where she could shyly cross her legs, but her skirt would ride high up her legs. She slipped on the heels she bought just for the skirt. A fun heel, plaid like her skirt, not too high, but high enough to accent her shapely calves when she walked, hoping to entice him as she walked out of his class. And she wore a white thong underneath her skirt to remind her how naughty she was.

She whistled at the image that shone back from the mirror. God, she made herself wet. You ready to go? She yelled to her roommate.

Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom, grabbing her books, stopping dead when she saw Monika. She was really going through with this. If he doesnt jump your bones, hes blind or gay. Monika had told her of her desire about a month ago, both of them talking about it endlessly, Monika finally getting enough nerve to do it.

Neither, Im sure, Monika responded. They were both grad students, Monika wanting to become one of Michaels TAs, teaching assistants. Each summer he would take off for some distant location for a study, never knowing where it would be until the last moment, a select group of his TAs accompanying him. It was the chance of a lifetime, Michael the head of the Economics Department, a brilliant scholar and a member of the current administration in a Washington advisory committee on economic affairs. And he was damned attractive, mid forties, single, though he was never without a woman on his arm in the newspapers. He dressed like the typical Ivy League college professor, a sweater usually during the cold winters, or a polo shirt in the summer, his chiseled chest more like a man half his age. He wore dress slacks that looked like they were tailored for him, Monikas eyes focused on the bulge in the front and his tight ass. But what drew her attention the most were his hands. Large, powerful hands, Monika almost cumming in her panties each day she stared at them in class, imaging what they would do to her or make her do to him.

You have lots of competition, Cassandra reminded her. There were more rumors about Michael than any other Professor on campus. And they all couldnt be false. Yet girls flocked to be one of his TAs.

I dont mind sharing, Monika shot back. And she meant it, though she had heard rumors the other way also. Michael would share with the other Professors, Monika not sure how amenable she would be to such an arrangement. While she was enamored with Michael, she didnt know how she would react to being sexually available to others that Michael would demand of her. Would my attraction to him and his powerful animal magnetism draw me deep into the dark side?

Get going, you dont want to be late. Thats not the way to get him to notice you. They closed the door behind them as they rushed across the campus, Cassandra leaving Monika to go to her class, Monikas heels clicking down the hallway as she entered the lecture hall. She was surprised to see Michael already standing before the class, her eyes looking up at the clock, noticing that she wasnt late. He must have just arrived early, Monika taking full advantage of the situation as she strutted to the front of the class, her hips swinging from side to side, her short skirt swaying hypnotically. She looked at Michael, his eyes not failing to see her outfit, her eyes looking down, catching a glimpse of the bulge in the front of his pants. Her eyes looked up at Michael, turning red as she realized that he was watching her, catching where her eyes had been.

It was getting near the end of the semester, Michael glad that summer was almost upon him. He had lost one of his TAs to a car accident, not serious, but enough that she had dropped out of school for the semester. And a lovely redhead no less, redheads always stirring his cock. He hated to train a new girl so close to the summer, preferring to do it earlier so he knew what he was getting for the summer. But necessity forced this upon him, and it wasnt that he didnt have a bevy of girls eager to submit to him, willing to do anything for him, though Michael did test them to the farthest limits. None failed to live up to his expectations no matter what he required of them. He had a list in his head of the girls he was considering, one of them coming into the class now. And from the looks of her, she also had set her eyes on him. While she always dressed well and flattering, she was dressed to impress this morning, difficult to do at 8 A.M. Yet she carried it off with flying colors, his cock stirring as he saw the gentle sway of her short schoolgirl skirt, the gentle bounce of her breasts and the tanned cleavage that boldly showed through the unbuttoned top of her blouse. And from the way she was boldly looking at his cock, she was eagerly seeking the position under him. Which is where that lovely body would end up if she was successful.

Good morning, Michael, all the students calling him Michael, Monika trying to say it with a sexy voice. She still felt a heated flush on her skin from being caught boldly gazing at his cock.

And a good morning to you, Monika. You look good enough to eat he would have loved to say, but the room was filling up fast. Tantalizing, he said in a hushed tone that he hoped only she would hear.

She felt a rush of arousal between her legs. Did I hear him correctly? Tantalizing as in teasing she hoped. She beamed brightly, Michael had noticed her more than usual. She had had three classes with him already in her academic career, so he knew her, and she often answered questions in class and did well in his classes. But today she felt they had just reached a new plateau. He noticed her in a new way, Monika hoping that it was in a sexual way. She put her books down on the desk, letting Michael look at her a little bit longer before she sat down. She noticed he backed up from the lectern, and then it dawned on her the significance of the seemingly innocuous movement. He wanted to be able to see beneath her table. Not to disappoint him, she sat down slowly, letting her legs part just long enough to give him a brief glimpse of the mysteries that lay between her tanned thighs in the darkness under her skirt. She crossed her legs, making sure the short skirt rode up high, giving Michael a good view of her long legs, Monika suddenly getting this image of them up over his shoulders as his big cock split her up the middle.