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Subject: {ASSM} Sadistic Professor (MF, Mdom, semi-nc, torture)
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Sadistic Professor


  I was crying when I came through the door into the kitchen from the
garage.

  "What's wrong, Carolyn?" Mike asked as he gave me a comforting hug.

  "I'm going to fail this class, Mike!" I sobbed.  "I just got my mid-
term and I failed it!  I study and I think I understand it and then I
take the tests and mess it up!"

  "It's going to be alright," he said.

  "No, it's not.  You know that I have to pass this class or I'll be
fired because I don't have the credentials to keep my job!" I sobbed.

  We moved to the living room and I sat with my head on his shoulders
feeling sorry for myself.

  I had been taking a night class on Tuesdays and Thursdays to finish
up my degree that I needed for work.  It was down to the wire on the
time frame that I had to get it all done.  I had to have it all done
by the end of the term or my job was done.

  Mike was my husband of five years and he was my soulmate.  He was
always the one I looked to for comfort.  I had a daughter when I was
17 and until I met Mike I hadn't found anyone that made me feel the
way I did with him.  I was now 37 years old and I was finding college
much more difficult that I remembered it being.  Steph was now a
sophmore in the same college I was attending while she still lived at
home.  She didn't seem to be having any problems.

  we continued to sit there talking about my problem when Steph came
home.

  "What's wrong, mom?" she asked when she walked into the room.  "Your
mascara is running down your face.  Have you been crying?"

  I proceeded to confess my problem of failing the class and that if I
didn't pass it I was going to lose my job.

  "Mom, I've been hearing rumors about your professor.  I don't know
if I should tell you about them or even if they are true."

  "What have you heard?" I asked.

  "Well, I have heard that he targets a girl each semester.  He makes
sure their tests are harder than anyone elses and they start failing.
Then he blackmails them into having sex with him in order to get their
grades up.  If they don't agree, they end up failing and having to
take his class over again."

  "What!" I was furious.  "Why doesn't anyone turn him in?"

  "Well, rumor has it that his best friends are on the disipline
board.  It boils down to the girl's word against his and who do you
think they will believe?  The rumor is that two girls have tried to
get him fire and they were threatened to be expelled for false
acusations until they dropped the complaint."

  "Come to think of it, I remember seeing him grab the test off the
bottom of the stack when he handed it to me," I commented.

  "Oh, God, Mom," she said.  "You might be in trouble."

  "What else have you heard about him?" Mike asked.

  "Well, from the rumors that I have heard, and I don't know if they
are true or not, he is very demanding of his female students that he
blackmails.  They have to do everything he says or they get punished.
I heard he is kind of sadistic.  Like I say, they are rumors and I
don't know if they are true or not.  You know how rumors are."

  "Yeah," I said as the phone started ringing.

  Steph grabbed it and then went to her room since it was for her.

  "What am I going to do?" I asked Mike.

  "I don't think you have much of a choice," was his reply.

  "But you're my husband, Mike.  I can't go to bed with another man,"
I protested.

  "It's not like you haven't been with other men before," he said.
"To be honest with you, the thought of you with another man is kind of
a turn-on for me."

  I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants.  I let my hand fall to
it and feel his hard cock through his clothes.

  "You want me to fuck this bastard?" I asked still a little stunned
from his reaction.

  "I don't want you to, but I don't think you have a choice.  I'm just
saying that I understand you have to do what you have to do and I'm
telling you that it does turn me on.  I won't be mad," he tried to
explain.

  He got up and grabbed my hand and escorted me to the bedroom where
we made love like we hadn't done in a long time.  We just couldn't get
enough of each other.

  I pondered my delema over the next two days as I waited for my
Thursday class.  When I walked in, I aksed my professor if I could
talk to him and he told me to wait for him by his office after class.

  I had a hard time paying attention in class as the possibilities of
what could happen flew threw my mind.

  After class I walked up to his office and waited for about twenty
minutes for him to show up.

  "Sorry, Carolyn.  I had to take care of a couple other students
before I could get away.  Please come in," he said as he opened the
door.

  He closed the door behind me gestured to a chair across from his
desk.  I sat down and crossed my legs as I let him get settled in and
put away his teaching books.

  "Now," he finally said, "what can I do for you, Carolyn?"

  "I want to talk to you about my grade."

  "Yes, I guessed you probably did.  You're failing."

  "I don't understand.  I study and everything makes sence and then I
take your test and everything is so much harder than the problems in
the book."

  He got up from his chair and walked around to my side of his desk
and leaned against it right in front of me.

  "Maybe you are not studying the right way," he said as he leaned
down and grabbed my knees and uncrossed them.

  "What do you mean?" I asked dumbly.

  "Carolyn, you can study as hard as you want and understand
something, but maybe you are trying to do it with the wrong solution."

  "I still don't understand," I confessed.

  "Carolyn, if I'm not mistaken, you have to pass this class or you
lose your job, right?"

  "Yes," I answered.

  "Well, from what I have seen, you are not going to pass with what
you have been showing me so far.  We need to figure out a new plan as
to how to get you a passing grade," he said as he leaned forward and
slid the hem of my skirt up my thigh a few inches.

  I acted like I finally understood what he was getting at.

  "I'm a married woman!  I cant' do that."

  "I don't care if you are married or not.  Do you want to pass my
class or not?" he asked.

  I thought about it for a moment and then quietly said, "Yes."

  "I haven't had a chance to have supper yet.  Let's go to my house so
I can eat and then I'll tutor you a little.  We'll start working on
that passing grade."

  I knew what he meant as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a
standing position and escorted me to the door.

  As we walked across the parking lot he instructed me to follow him
back to his house which was just outside of town.

  As we were driving I called Mike and told him that I was going to
his house and I didn't know how long it would be before I got home.  I
double checked with him that it was ok to be doing this and he almost
encouraged it.

  His house was fairly nice and it was kind of secluded from neighbors
by woods on the sides.  In fact, I couldn't see any other lights
around his place.

  The inside of the house was very nice.  Most rooms had wood floors
and the livingroom had a huge fireplace with a very large bear skin
rug in front of it.

  We walked to the kitchen and he quickly made a couple brats for
himself and ate them in front of me.  He offered to make me one but my
stomache wasn't feeling the best as my nerves were working double-
time.

  When he was finished he walked over the the bar stool that I was
sitting on and walked up directly in front of me.  He grabbed my knees
and spread them apart causing my skirt to ride up my legs and then
stepped between my open thighs.  His eyes were locked to mine.  I
tried to pull my skirt down.

  "Carolyn, grab the back of the chair and don't let go," he
instructed.  It was definitely a order and I reached behind and
grabbed the bars.  "Are you ready to start learning how to pass my
class?"

  "Y..  Y.. Yes," I finally stammered out.

  He reached up and started to unbutton my blouse.  When he got to the
bottom, he pulled it out from inside of my skirt and then pulled it
down my arms and behind the chair.  Then he reached over to the knife
rack and grabbed the large knife and slid it up between my breasts and
slice my bra in half.  He put the knife back down and moved what was
left of my bra to behind the chair as well.  Then he instructed me to
lift my ass up and he reached around and unzipped my skirt and pulled
it down my legs and off.  Then he grabbed the knife again and slit
each side of my pantyhose and panties and pulled my panties out from
my body.  Then he carefully cut my pantyhose around my thighs and then
cut the panty part off my body leaving my legs in thigh high nylons.

  "Carolyn, you have a very beautiful body," he commented as he stood
back to admire his work.  "What size are your tits?"

  "They are a C cup," I finally answered after it dawned on me that he
was asking a question.

  My mind was going a mile a minute.  I could tell that I was getting
aroused and I was trying to fight the feeling.

  "They are just perfect," he said as he stepped closer with the knife
still in his hand.  He placed the tip on the seat of the chair and
slid it forward until it was under my crotch.  Then he carefully
lifted it up until the tip touched my pussy.

  I gasped.

  "Just hold still, Carolyn," he instructed.  "Feel the hard steel as
it touches your body," he whispered.  "Feel the sharp tip as it
travels over your skin.  I want you to think about how this tip could
slice your delicate skin just as easy as it can create an erotic
feeling."

  He moved the knife slowly along my pussy and up to my belly
traveling through my pubic hair.  It was extremely scary but at the
same time, he was right, it was kind of erotic.

  "Breath, Carolyn," he said.

  I didn't realize that I was holding my breath until he mentioned it.

  He continued to slowly run the knife up my belly and between my
breasts, and then to my horror he guided the tip around my left breast
and then to the arosole and finally placed the tip directly on the end
of my nipple and held it there applying slight pressure.  Each time I
took a breath I felt the pain increase a little as my chest expanded.

  "Did you breast feed your daughter?" he asked.

  I looked at him a stunned look.

  "Oh, don't worry.  I know all about you, Carolyn.  I do a careful
study of all my female students before I select them.  I know you were
pregnant when you were only sixteen and had Stephanie when you were
seventeen.  You were a slut back in high school, weren't you?  I know
you had a few boyfriends before you finally met your husband, Mike.
Does he know you are here?" he questioned.

  "Yes."

  "Good.  Does he know why you are here?"

  "Yes," I said again.

  "Good.  So far you are turning out to be just the perfect student.
Just as I pictured you would be.  So back to my question.  Did you
breast feed Stephanie?"

  "Yes," I answered as I took another shallow breath.

  "She was  a lucky girl to be able to suck on these beautiful tits.
I notice that you are taking shallow breaths.  I want you to take a
deep breath and hold it for me."

  "But it hurts when I take a deep breath," I complained.

  "I know it does," he replied.  "I want it to.  That's one of the
subjects we are going to be studing tonight.  Now take a breath,
Carolyn."

  I thought about trying to get away but he was standing between my
thighs and he had a knife pushing against my breast.  I was in no
position to fight him.

  I took a deep breath and my nipple started to sting.  I looked down
at it and saw a trickle of blood coming from around the tip of the
knife.  I quickly let the breathe out and whimpered, "Oh my god."

  "It's just a little blood, Carolyn," he said calmly.

  "I can't believe you poked me with that knife!" I told him.  "Are
you crazy?"

  "I didn't poke you.  You took the deep breath and caused it to poke
you.  You need to learn to control your body better than that.  I see
that is another area that I need to tutor you on.  Now take another
deep breath and hold it this time.  Show me you are a good student."

  I took a deep breath again and felt my nipple sting once more.  This
time I held it and looked down as I saw more blood trickle down my
breast.

  "Keep holding it, Carolyn," he instructed.  "You're doing great.
Most women I have to tie to the stool before we get to this point.
You must have a higher pain tolorance than the younger female
students.  I'm going to enjoy pushing you to your limits.  Ok, let the
air out and get ready for the other side."

  I exhaled and felt my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen.  I took a
few quick breaths as he spread my thighs a little farther apart and
then placed the tip of the knife on my right nipple.

  "Ok, Carolyn.  You know what to do.  I want to see your blood
trickle down your breast just like the first one."

  "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.

  "You need to know who is the Master, Carolyn.  You need to know who
is in charge.  You also need to learn to obey me.  Carolyn, for the
next nine weeks you are going to be coming here after class and
performing for me.  You are going to find yourself doing things that
you never dreamed you would be doing.  Many times you will be doing
things to yourself.  Sometimes it's going to be very painful.  I like
to hear women scream in pain, Carolyn.  Downstairs I have a whole
dungeon just waiting for your body to be abused in."

  "What about scars?" I asked.

  "I will never cause you any harm that will leave a permanant scar.
You may have some for several months, but they will go away.  I'm glad
your husband knows why you are here because he will see your damaged
body.  You will have small cuts and bruises but don't worry, as they
are usually where you can wear clothes over them to hid them.  Now,
take that deep breath and tell me who is the Master."

  I took a deep breath and felt my right nipple sting with pain as the
blood started to flow again.

  "You are the Master," I said still holding my breath.

  "That's right, Carolyn.  And don't you ever forget it.  Do you
understand that you will come here every Tuesday and Thursday night
after class?"

  I nodded.

  "Do you understand that your body will be punished and tortured
while you are here?"

  I nodded again.

  "Let it out," he instructed.  "You are doing wonderful."

  He removed the knife from my breast and placed it on the wooden seat
of the chair and slid it under my crotch with the blade pointing up.
He pushed it in until the blade was slightly pushed into my delicate
skin.

  "Ok, Carolyn.  Now I want you to be very careful, slow and steady as
you move both of your legs straight out in the air.  Use the back of
the chair for support."

  I took my feet off the foot support at the bottom of the chair and
imediately felt the pressure of the blade pushing into me.  I slowly
moved my legs to being straight and then held it like that as I felt
the blade pushing deep into my slit.

  "Good, girl," he said praising me like a dog.  "Now go ahead and put
them down."

  Once I was firmly on the stool again he had me lift up and he pulled
the knife out and to my relief there was no blood on it.

  He put the knife on the counter and then helped me to my feet.  He
pulled my blouse and cut up bra off my arms and then pulled what was
left of my pantyhose down and off of my legs.  Then he took my hand
and led me to the living room and laid me down on the bear rug in
front of the burning fire.

  I watched in silence as he stripped his clothes off and then climbed
down onto the rug next to me.

  "Carolyn, you are much older than the other students I chosen in the
past, but I'm still old enough to be your father.  I'm fifty-eight
years old.  Did you ever dream of your father fucking you?" he asked.

  "No," I replied.

  "Liar," he snapped.  "I would venture that all young women fantasize
about their father fucking their tiny little pussy.  You might not
remember, but I bet you did at one time.  Carolyn, I want you to call
me 'daddy' when we are fucking.  I want you to think of me as your
daddy.  I want you to think of me as the one that brought you into
this world.  Now beg me to fuck you."

  I looked at him in the eyes.  "Please, Daddy.  Fuck me.  I need you
to fuck me bad."

  The truth was that I did need him to fuck me.  For some reason the
entire night was making me horny and I didn't know why.

  He climbed on top of me and pushed his huge cock inside of me.  It
took several stroke to get it all inside of me but finally he was.  I
felt full.

  "Oh, God!  Daddy, that feels wonderful," I moaned.  It was a little
embarrassing calling him daddy but I figured I didn't have much choice
anyway.  As I said it I felt an extra tingle in me as it was so dirty
and nasty.

  It wasn't long before I was on the edge of an orgasm when I felt him
come inside of me.  As soon as he was done filling me full of his
sperm he pulled out of me leaving me feel unsatisfied.

  "Please, Daddy.  I didn't come yet." I begged.

  "You have to earn another fucking first," he said with a grin as he
got up.  He reached down and grabbed my hand and pulled me to my
feet.  "What do you say we go down to the dungeon and have another
lesson?"

  Without letting go of my hand he led me to a door at the end of the
hallway and opened it up.  It was fairly dark as we walked down the
cement steps into the cool basement.  As he turned on some lights I
became shocked and scared at the same time as I looked all all the
devices hanging on the walls, sitting on the floor in the middle of
the room, and haning from the beams above our heads.

  He opened up a drawer and turned a brighter light on just above it.

  "Carolyn, come over here and pick out which set of nipple rings you
would like to have," he instructed.

  My heart nearly stopped.  I had to force myself to walk over to him.

  "Pick them out carefully.  Once they are installed, they will be
permanant."

  With a little encouragement, I picked out a pair of gold ones that
were in the shape of a "D"  He explained that the straight part would
be going through my nipple and the ring would allow things to be
clipped to it.  When I asked him what kind of things he explained that
weights would be used to pull down, and chains and ropes would be used
to pull up and forward to lead me.

  He reached into another drawer and pulled out a device that composed
of a couple of wooden dowels with three long threaded bolts running
through them.  He looked at me and smiled.

  "Titty clamp," he said as he showed it to me.  "First I'm going to
clamp your tits in this and then you are going to be placed on the
plank over there and the clamp will be secured into place.  Your hands
are going to be tied behind your back and I'm going to install your
nipple clamps.  With your tits clamped tight, there is nothing you
will be able to do to get free.  You are going to be at my mercy and
I'm going to make sure it hurts.  You will survive it though.  All my
female students that have gone through my tutoring program have.  Are
you ready?"

  "I don't think so but I don't really have a choice, do I?" I
answered.

  "Well, actually you do.  You can say no and fail my class," he
said.  "Do you want to fail or do you want me to install your nipple
clamps?" he asked.

  "I can't fail.  I guess I'll have to get the nipple clamps," I
resigned.

  "Good girl.  Now help me get these titty clamps on you."

  He stepped in front of me and held the clamps apart as he put it up
to my breasts.

  "Push your tits between the bars and then hold them out from your
body as I tighten it down," he instructed.

  It felt strange as I worked my tits through the gap.  Then I grabbed
them with each hand and stretched them outward.  He reached up and
started to spin the wingnuts down and the pressure on my breast
increased.  When the clamp was secured snug he told me to let go and
put my hands behind my back.

  He went to another drawer and returned with a rope and tied my
wrists together quite tightly.  I tried to pull them free and there
was no way I was getting out of it.  Then he walked back to in front
of me.  He returned to tightening the clamp down.  I watched in horror
as the pain increased and my breasts started to swell and turn a
darker shade.

  "Oh, that really starting to hurt!" I complained.

  He continued to tighten more.  Then he grabbed my nipples and
squeezed them with his fingernails.

  "Ouch!" I screamed.  He just laughed.

  "I like how this clamp makes them more senative.  Just wait until I
run the needle through them," he said as he leaned forward and gave me
a kiss on my lips.

  When he broke the kiss he placed his hand on my ass and pushed me
towards the plank.  It was a 2x6 that was on edge between two posts.
The top edges of the plank were cut on 45 degees angles which made the
top of it a point.

  He lowered it towards the floor and helped me step over it.  Then he
moved it back up until it met my pussy between my legs.  He squatted
down and reached between my legs and spread my pussy apart so that my
lips were on the bevels and the point was deep in my crack.  Then he
told me to let a little pressure down on it until he raised it up.
Then he pushed a button on the wall and it started to raise.  Before I
knew it I was standing on my tippy toes and was having to endure a new
sense of pain.

  "Oh, god, it hurts," I moaned.

  "Get used to it, Carolyn."

  He moved another set of posts on a track over to in front of me.
There were two bars that went post to posts.  He moved the lower bar
to directly below the threaded rods on the titty clamp and then moved
it up until the rods went through holds on the metal bars.  He put
nuts on each rod.  Then he lowered the upper bar until the threaded
rods went through holds on it and added nuts to each threaded rod as
well.  Then he put pins in the track on the floor so that the whole
assembly couldn't move.  Finally he tied ropes around my ankles and
looped it through a ring on the floor.

  "Go ahead and try to move your tits, Carolyn," he instructed.

  I moved back and forth and no matter how much I tried to pull them
free, they never moved a bit.

  "Carolyn, you are totally helpless.  I hope you understand that
fact.  Even if you wanted to change your mind and quit and take a
failing grade for my class, you can't.  You are going to endure having
nipple clamps installed permanantly.  It's going to be very painful.
As I said before, I enjoy a woman in pain.  In a little bit I'm going
to start training you about pain.  The main thing you need to remember
is that pain will not kill you.  It may seem like it at the time, but
I will never seriously hurt you.  Please feel free to scream as much
as you want.  You can call me names if you want, but keep in mind that
if you piss me off, I will make it even harder on you.  This is a
sound proof basement so scream as loud as you want.  Do you understand
what I am telling you?" he asked.

  "Yes," I said as I tried to keep myself from panicing.

  "Are you ready to start?" he asked.

  "I don't think I have a choice," I answered back.

  "No, you really don't," he agreed.

  He walked over to a cabinet and opened the doors and returned with a
metal tray with all kinds of clamps and needles on it.  There were
spools of string, a couple small clear tubes, pliers and something
that had a power cord on it.

  He grabbed the clear tubes and reached up to the ceiling and pulled
down two hoses.  He attached the tubes to the ends of the tubes and
then held it up to my nipple.  It instantly started to suck it inside
and he turned his attention to the other one.  Once they were both
firmly attached to my nipples he got up from his stool and leaned
forward and gave me a kiss again.

  "I'll be back in a while to continue," he said as he walked to the
stairs.

  I heard him walk up the stairs and heard the door shut.  I was bound
helpless alone in the basement as these suction tubes pulled my
nipples longer and longer.  I watched them being stretched right
before my eyes and felt the pain as they were stretched.

  It was was so sureal as I thought about the whole situation.  I
thought about my husband and my daughter and how they were at home
enjoying a nice meal and a movie as I stradled a sharp board with my
wrists tied together behind my back and my breasts clamped into place
as my nipples were stretched as much as possible.  I knew my fate.   I
knew that when he came back down I was going to be tortured worse than
I ever thought imaginable.  I looked at the tray.  I saw the needles.
I knew that they were going to be pushed through my sensative
nipples.  I had seen pictures of women with nipple clamps.  I knew
that it was possible.  I knew that soon I would have them as well.
What scared me was that this man loved a woman in pain.  Tonight, and
for the rest of the semester, I was going to be his woman.  There was
no way I could escape his torment if I wanted.


To Be Continued...  (maybe)

Let me know if I should continue this story.   Email me at
sstry01_No_Spam_@hotmail.com  and tell me if you like it and also if
you have any suggestions.  (take out the No Spam and the underlines in
the email address)

Sarah

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