I sit in the university lecture transfixed by my professor, his voice echoing in my ears as I watch him, the words, images and graphs on the screen of the smart board blurring into the background. Ever since I started taking his classes I've had a huge crush on him, it was love at first sight, I've been obsessed about him all term. My other friends have been out most nights finding others to spend the night with, one is already in a relationship, but I just can't seem to get him out of my mind long enough to be with anyone else, he's the one, I want him, I need him. As I stare longingly at him I absent mindedly toy with the pen that he gave me when I deliberately forgot my own, a treasured gift from him.

I barely notice as the other students noisily pack away their things and start leaving the room, only fully coming back to reality as my professor speaks directly to me, causing my heart to beat fast as he walks up to me, my legs feeling light preventing me from trying to stand as the classroom empties.

"How are you doing?"

"G... good. H... how about you?" He smiles back at me with a friendly and caring smile.

"I'm alright but I would feel better if your grades were higher. Is there anything getting in the way of your studies?" My mind races as I stare back at him blankly, embarrassed building inside me, I can't tell him the actual reason that I'm struggling is cause I'm attracted to him. Although there is something strange about how he asked me that question, does he know?

"No, no sir, everything is fine." I feel a small part of me die inside, I could have told him how I feel but I'm to nervous, and now he thinks that I'm either an idiot or hiding something.

"Well, with the term ending I have some free time and was wondering if you would like some extra tuition to help you get better?" What? More time with my love?

"Would it just be you and me?" Why did I just say that?

"Yes, it would be just you and me." He smiles warmly at me, his charming face melting my heart.

"Sure, that sounds great." Realising how long we've been alone together I begin to awkwardly gather up my things, my fingers clumsily gripping papers and fumbling them into my bag. Getting up on my wobbly legs my face becomes level with his and I have to fight off the urge to give him a kiss and fearing that I'll lose control I hurry out of the room.

"See you later." As I exit the room I can't help but smile joyfully in giddy excitement. I'll be all alone with him over the holidays, just me and him.

I nervously make my way up the path to his front door, my legs shaking nervously as I ring the bell. I've been waiting all week for this, my friends spending the whole time trying to guess who my mystery date was, even today as i was getting ready, worrying about getting everything perfect, but none of them figured it out and I of course kept it a conplete secret, I even checked a few times to make sure they weren't following me to find out, none of them would approve and might even stop us being together. My heart flutters slightly as the door opens to his smiling face as he gestures for me to enter, stepping in I here him closing the door and locking it, the bolt sliding shut reassuring me that no one will disturb us. I follow him into his study and pulls out at chair at a table.

"Before we start would you like a drunk?"

"Yes, that would be great, thanks." I look around as he walks out, seeing the bookcases of so many books, studying the titles, desperately trying to learn more about him but they're all intellectual texts, which makes sense as it is where he works. Maybe if I have time I can look at his computer or through his drawers or in other more personal rooms. I stop exploring the room as I hear his footsteps and smile as he walks in with two glasses of wine. Wait, wine? I take the drink confused.

"Don't play dumb, I know that you have feelings for me and that's why you're struggling. So tell me, how best can we get your grades up?" I look at him in shock and take a sip from my glass.

"Y... you know?" He knows, and he's not angry or disappointed or confused, I should drop the act. I look at him with a playful smile.

"Maybe the first thing you should do is spank me for being such a bad student." He smiles sits down in a large armchair and pats his lap. I excitedly get up, as I move over to him i undo my belt and bend my body over him, raising my ass playfully in the air for him to pull down my trousers and punish me, it's really happening, I'm laying across his lap. I gasp as I feel the sting of his palm as he smacks my butt, I moan and squeal as he continues to spank me, his hand relentlessly slapping my ass, as I feel a bulge growing in his trousers with each blow.

My ass glows warmly as I get up from his lap, my legs shaking as I pull up my trousers and move unsteadily, my head feeling light.

"What do you say?"

"Thankyou for punishing me sir, I've learnt my lesson and I'll behave myself from now on." He smiles back at me.

"Good boy." Feeling slightly overwhelmed I pick up my drink and take a large gulp, preparing myself for whatever comes next. As I see him unzip hi trousers, freeing his hard cock I know exactly what he expects me to do.

"Come and show me how sorry you are?" I move unsteadily towards him and lower myself down to my knees, the smell of his crotch feeling my senses as I playfully lick his cock, one I've long been dreaming of tasting. Sliding my lips over his manhood I run my tongue over its head as I begin to move up and down, pushing it deeper and deeper into my mouth, as I do I feel his hand gently hold the back of my head and lower me further down, causing me to choke slightly as he forces himself down my throat. Like all good students I follow my teacher's instructions and push myself down, filling my throat and choking on his cock, quickly receiving my reward as my mouth fills with his delicious cum, which I savour as I hungrily swallow it down luke the good boy that I am. As I lick his cock clean of any remaining cum, I feel his hand gently stroke my face, I look up at him lovingly with a smile on my face, I've been dreaming of this for so long, part of me can't believe that it's actually happening.

I rise to my feet, my legs wobbling slightly, as he tucks his cock back inside his trousers. My mind feels slow and foggy, I stumble slightly and lean against the table. What is going on? I feel drunk or something, but I only had one glass. Wait? Did he drug me?

"Well done, you really are a good boy. I'm starting to wonder if I needed to drug you. But don't worry when you wake your new classes will begin." What? New classes? Before I can even fully process his words my legs give out, my knees buckling and the room starts to spin as he catches my limp body, one that feels heavy and numb, as if I'd had way to much after a night out. As the world begins to darken and my eyelids grow heavy, the loving face of my professor reassures me that everything will be alright.

I struggle to open my eyes, the effects of the drug still lingering in my system, as I feel cool air over my naked and exposed body, one tied spreadeagle to a bed. I look around the dark, dimly lit room, seeing what looks like stone walls covered in rope and chains, gags, crops, canes, whips and various other pieces of bdsm gear. I try to call out as I pull on my restraints, testing them, my muffled voice echoes off the walls as I notice the ballgag filling my mouth. As I struggle against my restraints I feel a crushing pain in my crotch and look down to see a shiny chastity cage locked around my cock, keeping it sealed away.

"Good, you're awake." I turn to see my professor smiling down at me, his smile one that I've never seen before, this one hungrily, playful and sadistic, almost as if he is revealing his true self to me.

"You have a lot to learn as my pupil, as you can see the dress code is simple, but there are many rules you must learn to follow. Also all your possessions have been confiscated as you will not be needing them and as you've probably already noticed your cock is confined preventimg any inappropriate behaviour. This course is a full time program and as such there will be no days off or holidays, and you are not allowed to leave the premises at any time, except for supervised field trips. Your new classes will teach you how to be a good boy, you will learn how to behave, how to please me, how to serve me and how to gain pleasure from it. You are mine, you will be my lover and my slave. Any misbehaviour will be punished but good behaviour will be rewarded. Do you understand?" I nod my head, as I do I feel the heavy metal collar around my neck, a symbol of my enslavement and owned status as his. I only wanted to be with him and now I am, I hope I do better in his new classes as I did in his previous ones, I hope I can be a model student for him.

"Time for your reward for being a good boy so far." I moan and tug of my restraints as the plug buried deep inside me suddenly roars to life, causing my cock to strain against its prison as I'm pleasured, watched eagerly by my loving professor.

Epilogue:

I kneel by my professor in his study, waiting patiently as he works marking papers, waiting for my next lesson after finishing cleaning and tidying the house and I've written my essay on proper slave etiquette. Soon it will be cooking but there might always be a lesson he could fit in between, like oral or ass training, or foot massage, or ass cleaning, or piss tasting. All the possibilities make my caged cock strain underneath my school uniform that master makes me wear when outside my room in the dungeon, while down their I wear nothing but my collar and chastity and whatever restraints he chooses, the tight shorts barely conceal my locked cock and hug my plugged ass tightly. The shirt isn't much better but thankfully the top buttons aren't done up and are instead left open, as to not block the view of and allowing me to proudly show off my collar, a symbol of my relationship that I love to show off, along with my chastity, the only two pieces of jewellery allowed by the dress code.

"Have you finished all you work?"

"Yes sir." I wait patiently to see if he is happy with me as he tskrs my essay and watch as he flicks through the pages, I try everyday to please him and be a good student, sometimes I fail or misbehave and he has to cane me to teach me, which I'm grateful for but I'd rather be a good boy and do well in his classes.

"Penmanship is still a bit sloppy but the general contents is very good. You are doing so much better then when you started, I think the change in topics really helped you. Now I think you deserve a more fun lesson." I look up as he undoes his trousers and I obediently crawl over to his cock and without needing to be instructed immediately begin to suck it. He isn't wrong, I have definitely improved since changing topics, I love my new classes and my professor, he has so much to teach me, I never wish to leave, instead wanting to pursue a career as his slave.