Chris has thought he was pretty hot stuff, going over to seduce Professor Jill Anderson into giving him a better grade. A couple of his buddies had bragged about making similar deals with some of the other female TAs and professors, and Chris had felt like it was a simple enough solution. Go over to her place, do a little pleading for special consideration, and then suggest that he could give her a hand in the bedroom. She was at least a decade his senior, and the thrill of bedding an older woman and getting academic goodness out of it on top of the experience just seemed like a no-brainer to Chris. When he arrived and Jill invited him inside he felt completely in control of the situation.

Everything had gone well. Jill had proven sympathetic to his plight, and had suggested the usual silly make work projects. Extra study time that Chris had no desire to tackle. He had a social life after all, plenty to keep him busy that was far more interesting than dusty tomes on academic topics he hardly cared about. He put up with it for a few more minutes, humouring her as his professor earnestly tried to help him. Then he told her he might be able to help her with some suggestions. Perhaps they could find something he might do for her around here.

He nodded confidently towards the bedroom.

Jill’s eyebrows had risen, and she had looked briefly over to the bedroom, and then back to him. Studying him. Chris had sat there confidently, sure that she was going to go with having a fun evening and then bumping up his grade to the necessary passing level. After all, he wasn’t asking for a lot. And he was willing to bet a hot evening of sex with a young man like him was going to be better than anything else she had going on.

“I suppose…” Jill had said slowly, “If that’s really how you’d like to proceed…”

Chris had just smiled and nodded, and Jill gave a small sigh, “Very well. Though as we are alone, I think it only fair that we do things my way. My house after all.”

Chris had risen from his chair with a gracious nod, and had already started walking towards the bedroom while pulling his shift off. After a few moments, he heard Jill get up from her chair and follow him.

All of that had gone precisely according to his plan. It was only after that moment that things began to diverge.

He found himself naked, with her still mostly dressed, though she had shaken out her ponytail to release her hair. Then she made a suggestion, to introduce a bit of kink. Chris agreed, not expecting much from Jill. She dropped a few neat bundles of rope onto the bed, and had him turn around. Chris was still confident when his arms were positioned behind him, still confident when the rope began to hiss around him, constricting his arms into a boxtie. He was a trifle uncertain when more rope locked his arms to his torso, making his entire upper half immovable. When Jill shoved him belly first onto the bed, he grunted in annoyance.

“Alright, easy Jill, you don’t need tooaaagggghhhmmgmghhh!!” His annoyed warning was suddenly arrested as she yanked his head back by his hair, and then roughly pressed a penis gag into his mouth. “Jjggimmmgg! Wwaaahhh uuhuh ffffgguukk!?”

“You stupid little slut.” Jill snapped, buckling the gag tightly behind his head, “You dumb, dumb little creep.” Her hand slammed down onto his naked rear. Once. Twice. Thrice. Making him wail into his gag and try to squirm away on the bed. Jill easily held him in place, one hand griping his rope harness, while the other expertly maneuvered cuffs around each ankle. These seemed to have been custom made for this purpose, as they snapped shut and lock easily enough with her using just one hand. Jill smirked, and then spanked the struggling idiot again a few more times for good measure. More garbled questions and probably a threat or two came from behind his gag, so she reached out and seized hold of his cock and balls.

All movement ceased. Jill grinned. That always got their attention.

“I still need to finish setting up for our little playdate together Chris. In the meantime, I don’t mind if you squirm, but you will remain quiet and on the bed. Deviation from this will result in additional punishment on top of what you’ve already earned.”

Chris couldn’t believe his ears. Punishment? Remain quiet? Who the hell did this bitch think she was??

“Geeeff uuucckegh!” He snarled from behind his gag.

“Splendid,” Jill’s hand slashed downwards, each strike leaving bright red handprints on his buttocks, “You mark so easily Chris, it’s a wonder you want to act out. I’ll have this tight little ass cherry red in no time at this rate.”

Chris bellowed into his gag with the first few blows, and then gradually got less loud as they continued. Raining down onto him until his ass felt like it was on fire. Until he stopped shouting. Stopped cursing. Stopped doing anything apart from just lying there, and breathing. And accepting.

Jill’s hand delivered a final spank before delicately smoothing over his inflamed skin, “There’s a good pet. You see? You can learn, when you choose to apply yourself. Now, I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t go anywhere.”

Jill wasn’t gone long. He felt her hands press something leathery around his throat, bringing it snugly all the way around before buckling it off.

“Now then, I’m going to explain why this has happened to you Chris. Why you are being treated this way. But since your brain only really seems to turn on when sex is in the air, or being talked about, let me make certain you are going to be paying attention.”

Chris grunted, and then moaned in a much higher tone than he had ever thought he would reach as he felt her slicked up fingers testing and teasing at his rear passage. He moaned plaintively then, trying to shimmy away from Jill’s fingers, but a warning spank against his thigh quieted him. Forced him to remain in place as she slid one in. And out. And in. And out. Over and over, making him accept his subjugation. An utter reversal of what was meant to be happening right now.

Chris was meant to be fucking her! He wasn’t meant to be getting fingers aaaaaanadddggaaaa…

Her finger slid out in one smooth motion, derailing his train of thought. He had a pair of seconds to groan before he suddenly felt something rubbery press up against his rear. Begin to press inside. Into the more welcoming hole that her fingers had just made.

“Ooooooooooogggggmmmhhhhh” His loud guttural moan drew a satisfied laugh from Jill.

“That’s my slut. Finally realizing your place. And, now that I have your attention…” She gyrated her hips a little before continuing to press more deeply into him, “Let’s have our little…talk.” With a last little hip thrust she laid over top of him, holding a hand out in front of his unfocused eyes, “What do you see, slut?”

Chris tried to focus on her hand, but it took a little while. He grunted. Her hand. Left hand. A ring, “Aaawww iinnggghh?”

“Exactly, slut.” Jill began to rock slowly back and forth, making her strapon pull out and press in with little half-inch increments. “I am married. You tried your silly, slutty little sex for grades proposal on a married woman. You thick, thick moron.” Her thrusts picked up a bit of momentum, and any bitter or angry response Chris might have had was rapidly lost in his moans. Moans that came in time with her thrusts. He could feel himself getting hard. Harder, really. He had begun to get that way while he was being corded up, the ass play was just enhancing it still further.

Jill gave him a few light spanks as she kept thrusting, “You are a rather pathetic young man, aren’y you Chris? You know, my husband Mr. Anderson…”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“…And you’ll only every call him Mr. Anderson, slut.” Spank! “He would never get treated like this. Have a man’s role reversed to take my rubber cock up his ass. Because he’s my husband. My man. Worthy of my respect, as I am worthy of his. But you?” Jill’s hand came down again, a little harder this time. Spank! Spank! “You’ve just a pathetic little pet pretending to be a man. A horny slut who can’t even cobble a sentence together while I own his tight little ass. Hmmmm?”

Chris couldn’t do anything but moan, though he found himself pressing back against her. His body reveling in the pleasure of the moment, even as his mind tried to grapple with just what the hell was going on. But there was nothing he could mentally anchor himself to, and his control kept fraying and breaking apart as Jill thrust the rubber intruder deep inside him in a steady cadence. The desultory spanks that accompanied it were just enough on his tender rear to keep him moaning in sensation overload as he squirmed in his bonds. No response was possible. No response was necessary, from Jill’s perspective. His body betrayed just how much he enjoyed the reversal.

“It’s alright slut. Not every boy can grow up to be a man. The ones who will be successful do. They would have seen me during office hours. They would have worked out some mutually respectful deal to obtain a better grade. They would put in the work.” Jill thrust deep inside, making Chris strain against his ropes and squeal, “But for every one of those sterling pupils, there are at least two more like you. Boys who think the answer to everything is their cock, who think they can just fuck their way out of doing the work.” Spank. Spank. “You clearly have no ability to problem solve beyond that, so I’m going to help you slut.” Spank. Spank. Thrust. “I’m going to help train that small brain of yours to stop thinking with your dick, and save you from a life of mediocrity.”

Chris moaned as she continued to plunge into him. What the hell was going to happen??

As it turned out, he didn’t have that long to wait. Jill kept him rump up on the bed taking her strapon for a little while longer before pulling out and leaving him to recover for a few minutes. When she returned, it was with ice, a chastity cage, and a butt plug. The chastity cage was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to get him secured and locked away after a few minutes of effort. The butt plug by comparison slid in with hardly an issue, just a long moan of pleasure and shame from Chris. Jill patted his butt a few times, and then hauled him up to his feet and marched him back out to the living room.

That was where Chris found himself now. Kneeling on the floor, his dick locked away, his bottom plugged, and his arms and torso reefed tightly in cordage. All he could do was stare ahead at Jill who had seated herself in front of him on the couch, and try not to drool. Especially since she had a different, slightly larger strapon ready for him.

“Now, my horny little slut, you are going to focus on a task.” Jill’s hand stroked over Chris’ hair and then grasped it, tugging his head up to meet her eyes, “You’re going to suck my strapon while your vibrating little friend in your rear keeps you horny and pliant. And while your adorable cage prevents any troublesome erections.” Her hand left his hair and gripped Chris’ chin, “And if you really have problems getting into your role, slut, I can always go find you a nice pair of breast forms and really remake you into my little bimbo. Would you prefer that?”

Chris frantically shook his head no. Jill reached forward and removed his cock gag, letting his drool trail down his chest, “Good boy. Get sucking then Slut.”

Chris paused for only a moment before leaning forward and taking the rubber protrusion into his mouth, bobbing up and down in front of Professor Anderson. His Professor, for her part, simply sat there, radiating confidence as she watched him debase himself before her.

Eminently satisfying, for Jill. Embarrassing as hell for Chris. After a few minutes though, he closed his eyes. Pretending that he was alone. That he wasn’t being watched. It couldn’t get that much worse, right?

And then it did. The door opened. And a bright male voice called out, “Hi sweetheart I’m h-oh.”

A hand settled on the back of Chris’ head, keeping him at his current pace of bobbing up and down as Jill responded, “Hello my love, did you have a good day?”

“Tolerably well.” Footsteps approached from behind Chris, and then he heard the sound of a kiss from above him, “So…I suppose this means that you’ll need me to get the kids from school? Do ice cream or something?”

“That would probably be best, love.”

There was a pause. Then, “Is this gonna be an overnight thing? Because I was sorta hoping…”

Chris heard Jill chuckle, and could imagine her warm smile, “My darling, I am absolutely yours tonight. This slut simply had sexual ambitions far above his station in life. I need to cement in his mind where he belongs now as a result.” Her hand returned to his hair, tightening and pulling him up and down on her strapon, “I am sorry love. I hadn’t been planning on this, but certain idiot boys are often inconsiderate when they plan to trade sex for good grades.”

“Ah.” The amusement was now plain in Mr. Anderson’s voice, “Well I’ll clear out and get out of your hair then sweetie. But tonight,” his voice became husky, “Just you and I…” Another kiss was exchanged, and then he strode quickly back across the room, and departed with a jauntily slammed door.

Chris heard a happy, satisfied sigh above him, “Such a dear, dear man.” Then the hand on his head tightened again and yanked him up and off her strapon. He had just a moment to gasp for air before his cock gag was crammed back into his mouth, silencing him once more with black rubber. The gag stayed in even as she began untying him, freeing his arms and body from the tight grip of her rope. He remained kneeling as she shoved him forward a bit to enable her to unbind his ankles, and then slowly ease the butt plug from his rear. That done, Chris found himself urged upwards and ushered towards the front door. He got his underwear back. That was it.

“By your own actions, you’ve joined my Slut Stable. For boys, and a few girls, who thought they could seduce their poor defenceless little professor.” Jill smirked at him, giving a few condescending pats to his cheek, “Which means that wonderful little cage around that troublesome cock stays locked on. If you manage to demonstrate an improved work ethic perhaps we can slowly introduce you to controlled orgasms without a rubber dick in either of your holes. But getting back to orgasming like normal isn’t going to happen for a long time for you, Slut. Not until I’m quite certain you’ve learned your lessons properly.” She reached behind him and swatted his ass, prompting Chris to moan as the butt plug shifted within him, “I have home office hours for my Slut Stable, every Wednesday evening for two hours. Sluts must apply in advance for a half hour block. If you do not apply in advance and simply show up there is a cage in the basement where I keep disobedient time wasters.” Jill spanked him again, “Staying in that cage is for first offenders. Repeated offences require…sterner methods.”

Chris shivered nervously, and she gave him a confident smirk and patted him on the cheek, “But I’m sure you’ll be an obedient Slut for me, won’t you Pet?” At his rapid nod she grinned, “Very well, off you go. I’ll still expect that assignment by Monday.”

Chris stumbled out of her door, head spinning as he tried to orient himself to his new situation. He had gone over to Professor Anderson’s home a confident young man, floating high on the idea of seducing a sexy older woman. Now he was a caged boy toy…no. No, not even a boy toy. That would imply she intended to have sex with him. No, he had somehow become something even lesser. An owned thing, not even seen by his captor as a man. Head spinning he stumbled on his way, barely aware just yet that he was practically naked, with a locked cock, a tight gag, and a snug collar, proclaiming his status to anyone who happened to see him. Chris could barely consider anything beyond the vision of what his future held with Professor Jill Anderson...