Musings and experiences about BDSM and other things decadent

“You can go in now, Sarah.”

You slowly stand and make your way through the Dean’s office door.  You know you have really done it this time.  This is not going to be a simple stern warning.

You close the door behind you without looking up.  You can feel the Dean’s presence without having to see him.  You lean against the door and stare at the floor.

“Sit down, Sarah.”

You drag yourself to the hard wood chair positioned in front of the desk.  You know better than to sit in the cushy sofa on the other side of the office.  You catch the movement of the Dean as he sits across the desk from you.  You see the manila folder being opened.

It is thick.

“Do you know why you are here, Sarah?” booms the Dean’s voice.  You shiver.

“Yes sir,” you softly whimper.  “It’s getting caught in the washroom.”

There is a moment of stern silence.

“It is for getting caught in the washroom having sex with your tutor,” corrects the Dean.

You fight to keep a smile from cracking on your face.  You had become obsessed with the idea of having sex in public ever since you caught your sister having sex with her boyfriend at the beach.  The burning itch in your crotch has become persistent ever since—especially after watching your roommate’s stash of porn videos in the dorm.

You had taken your tutor to the men’s room and had begun sucking his cock.  You were good.  Too good.  His moans carried through the building and three professors rushed down to find you with your tutor’s hard-on firmly implanted in your mouth..

The Dean gets out of his chair and stands over you.  You feel very small right now.

“So what do you think we should do with you, Sarah?  Should we expel you?”

You feel the tears welling up.  You choke back your sobs enough to croak out a feeble, “No, please, sir.”

“But you know you need to be pay for your transgression, don’t you Sarah.”

You nod slowly.   You are unable to speak.

“Stand up and lean over the desk,” says the Dean.  His voice is calm and calculating.  The lack of anger only makes it worse.

You stand up and lean over the desk.

You hear the door open and close again.  You think that the Dean has gone out to get the expulsion forms.  You are about to get up to relieve the sore spot on your stomach when you head is forced back onto the desk.

“Did I tell you to get up, slut?” growls the Dean.

You are shocked by the tone and language of the Dean. You’re not a child; you’re a twenty year old woman.   Soon your shock turns to anger.

“I am not a slut!” you cry out.

A woman’s hand stuffs a ball gag into your mouth and slaps your ass hard.  You scream into the fleshy hand as the sting of the strike burns.

“Keep our mouth shut, you little slut!”

You recognize the Dean’s secretary’s voice.  You struggle to get away but the Dean has you pinned down.  Your wrists are tied together and stretched across the desk.  At the same time, your ankles are tied wide apart.  You feel you skirt being raise to expose your pantie covered ass.

“So what should we do with this slut?” asks the Dean in a mocking tone.

The secretary laughs.  “She wants to be a slut,” she replies. “Let’s make her one.”

The Dean laughs.  It is a mean, cruel laugh and you become scared.

“But first,” he chortles, “we need to punish her for disgracing the good name of this institution.”

You scream as your panties are ripped off you, but your cries are muffled by the gag.  You struggle to see that is happening, but the ropes keep you stretched out.  There is a swish, and you hear a loud smack followed immediately by a sharp, painful burning on your bottom.  The is another swish and another burst of pain.

You realize that the Dean and the secretary are whipping you!

You struggle and cry out.  The blows come faster and harder.  You try to beg, but can only manage incoherent groans as each strike becomes harder than the previous one.  You feel your mind spinning.  You feel the pain but your body feels like it is floating.  You start to feel warmth rising in your pussy.

The blows keep coming, but you don’t seem to mind them now.  Your head rolls from side to side as each strike lands on your angry red ass.  You feel a pulsing in your clit and small contractions in your cunt.  The sensation builds as you are whipped over and over again.  Suddenly, you feel the muscles in you cunt convulsing violently.

You are cumming!

You scream into your gag and arch your back as you cum.  Your body convulses as your orgasms overpowers every one of your senses.  And just as suddenly, you collapse.

You can hear the Dean and the secretary laugh.  You expect to be let go, but instead, you feel your clothes being cut away from your body.  You gather your senses and scream in protest.  The secretary slaps your sore ass and you nearly faint from the pain.

“Did you think we were going to let you off with just a beating, you little slut?” she taunts. “The Dean and I have been looking for a fuck slave like you for a long time.  We’ve seen how your body moves and could see you had all the makings of a good fuck slave.  We’ve been only waiting from you to make a mistake so that we could take you away without anyone noticing.  With your record, people will think that you simply were expelled.”

You start to cry as you realize that you are at these perverts’ mercy.  But you have little time for tears.

The secretary crawls on to the desk and moves her crotch towards your mouth.  You can see her bald, shaved pussy dripping as she pulls your head towards her.  You try to get away but she grabs you by the hair and pushes your face towards her crotch.  Just as your mouth is about to touch her dripping cunt, the secretary whips your gag away and buries your face into her cunt.

“Lick me,” she growls.

You do nothing for a minute.  But suddenly, you feel the hard smack of a metal ruler on your already pulped ass.  You scream into her crotch but still resist.  She hits our ass again and again until finally, you begin to tongue her clit.

You can feel the Dean standing behind you.  You feel his hand caressing your pussy and despite your outrage, you feel your cunt juices starting to flow and your body moving to try and get his fingers in a better position.  The Dean laughs.

“She’s a natural,” he says.

He shoves his hard cock into you causing you to gasp.  It feels huge.  It feels like someone is stuffing your cunt with a bat.  And he is not gentle.  He slams his body hard into you–making your face bury itself deeper into the secretary’s pussy.

The Dean grunts like a bear as he fucks you.  You feel the heat in your cunt grow as he pounds into you.  You feel an orgasm rising inside you again.  The secretary moans as you lather her cunt with your tongue.  You feel her shake as a hard orgasm takes over her body.  At the some time, you feel your own cum welling in your body.
But the Dean pulls out of you and then shoves his hard cock into your tight little asshole.

You scream because of the violation of your ass, but also from the frustration of being denied your orgasm.  The Dean is having problems pushing his cock into you.  He pressed several times but your anus refuses to let him in.

You feel the secretary slip under you and begin tonguing your clit.  You stiffen as the orgasm that was denied you rushes back with a vengeance.  You arch your back. And the Dean’s cock pops through and pushes all the way into your ass.  He starts pumping into you with the same vigor aa he did when he was fucking your cunt.  You keep orgasming as the secretary eats your tender pussy.  You roll you eyes as you are fucked in the ass with hard cock and in your pussy with a woman’s tongue.

You begin to orgasm in your ass and contractions force the Dean to shoot his load deep into your ass.  He stiffens and forces his cock deep into you as his cum squirts into you.  He groans and staggers back and rests against the wall.

You feel yourself being untied.  A gag is put into your mouth and you are hogtied and placed into a wheeled trunk.  The lid is closed and you are wheeled into the school basement.

When the trunk is opened, you’re lifted out and impaled on a dildo attached to a sawhorse.  The harsh light blinds you for a few minutes, but slowly you can see your surroundings.  You realize that the entire department’s staff is gathered around your naked body.  And all of them are naked.

“Welcome to your new home, Sarah,” greets the Dean.