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The following afternoon, I can’t concentrate on the class I’m supposed to be giving. Jordan sits in the middle row. The lecture still interests him, but his eyes lose focus every once in a while as he switches positions. He’s being a good girl.One of the other students asks whether the air-conditioning is ever going to be repaired. I can only offer her a shrug and a commiserative smile. The superintendent has promised to take care of it but has idled by the overgrown orchard all day. Perhaps, if we’re lucky, the heat will bring thunder in its wake.If hotness makes me horny, a crackling storm is another story altogether. I’ve always been receptive to nature. Wild streams, skies full of lightning and high ocean waves make me feel small, yet strangely significant. They dominate my body and soul. Last year, my students must’ve thought me crazy when I abandoned them to run into the downpour. Then again, I am deliciously mad by most standards.The afternoon turns into an alleviating evening, but Jordan doesn’t come. At least not to me. I eat without looking at him and retire into my quarters. I only ever open the door to my pets. The chamber is half-a-dungeon with its strategically placed hooks, rings and ropes. It has changed very little since kumköy escort bayan my master left the premises; just a touch of femininity here and there.I choose candlelight and a good book for the evening. The air that seeps in through the mosquito nets brings a stormy scent. Just as thunder resounds afar, someone knocks. My hopes are lifted, but it’s bound to be my eager pet again. My feet still are light as I float towards the door. It isn’t the girl.“Can you please take it out?” the young man asks. He’s hunching again, but I sense deliberation in his posture.“Are you sure you want me to?” I whisper. I take a step back and lure him into the room.Jordan holds his breath before shaking his head. His hands fondle his skirt.“How did you dare to try all this with me?” he says. “What if I’d made a scene?”“I can never be sure, but I like to play with fire.”He lifts his eyes. They widen as he runs them along the walls and ceiling. Thunder sounds again, closer.“Say I were willing… what would you do to me?”I step closer and circle him.“Hypothetically, I’d take the slut you are and make you my slave.”“I would never serve you,” he retorts. “You’re not my type.”“Oh, but you wouldn’t have a choice.”I grab kumköy escort leather cuffs and whip them around the boy’s wrists. In another sleight of hand, I’ve bound the cuffs with a ceiling rope. He tugs at the restraints.“I can always yell for help,” he says, but we both know the dorms are far away.“I have a solution or two against that, too.” I leave him hanging and fetch a ball-gag. “This won’t give you a chance.”Jordan refuses to part his lips. I reach between his buttocks and press the plug. As he lets out a steamy “ah”, I force the ball into his mouth.“That’s better. Now, what were you saying? I hear no more complaints…”The young man frowns.“Oh, yes. The plug. I’m guessing you’ve taken it out at least once since yesterday.”He nods.“How did it feel to put it back again?”The boy lifts his arms that point towards the ceiling. He must be trying to shrug towards his mouth.“I’m sure you could talk behind that thing. No? Shame. Then, I’ll have to guess.”I grab his dark hair and pull his head back. The storm is getting closer, but it doesn’t lessen my internal heat.“You were thrilled. Perhaps, just perhaps, did you even use your own cum to slip it back in.”Jordan’s face tenses up, but he assents.“Oh, escort kumköy you dirty girl! You do realise you now have sperm inside you?”I lift the skirt and pull down his panties once again. He’s rock hard. The veins of his dick pulsate. I resist the urge to take it into my mouth; I’m not here to submit, not this time.“So… I will take this plug off… but only to substitute it.” I caress his bottom to relax him and pull on the base that sticks out. His body doesn’t resist. He must’ve been doing it many times on his own, that curious little thing!“’Full,’ you said,” I tease as I open the drawer where I keep my inflatable toys. I bring out one of my best-loved plugs. It’s already double the length of the other. Jordan’s eyes become round again. Just for a demonstration, I squeeze the pump twice. “How shall this feel, then?”The young man moans as I lubricate the plug and start to insert it. While it sinks deeper, his erection wanes, but he doesn’t protest. I know I said I needed a challenge, but that may have been an exaggeration. I love his resignation.I flick the toy’s switch, and it starts to vibrate. Jordan pants through his nose. As I compress the pump three times, he whimpers.“Even this isn’t ‘full’, yet,” I murmur into his ear. “But it’s an… initiation.”I draw back and join a well-placed armchair to admire my creation. The boy shakes and wiggles, but his rod has regained its shape. I spread my legs and show him my soaked cunt for the first time. It shines in the candlelight. I pride myself in its hairless silhouette.

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