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Feminist Critique.
by Paul Vincent

paul.vincentmc@hotmail.co.uk


CHAPTER 1.

Jake Kempton lay on his bed smiling, an erection bulging in his jeans as he read through the page of instructions again on his lap. On his twenty-first birthday a week ago his father, Russell Kempton, had offered him anything he wanted. As the spoiled son of a billionaire owner of a chemical company Jake knew that this really meant anything – a fast car, a plush new flat instead of the room in the Halls of Residence he had at present. But Jake could get these things if he wanted anyway. He had inherited a few million in his trust fund three years ago. He lived the way he did through choice, not because he had to. Too many people knowing he was wealthy was not a good thing, and ostentatious extravagance would advertise the fact. Instead when Jake was asked what he wanted his choice of twenty-first birthday present was simple. ‘I just want you to use Agent Aspect on someone for me,’ he said. Naturally his father agreed without question. He would do anything for his beloved son.

Jake had been officially informed of AA when he turned 18 and was inducted into The Lodge. A few years prior he had been introduced to it in action. A girl at his school, Gemma Benton, who he desired from afar but who scorned him had been programmed by his father with the aid of AA. She was instructed to do anything he wanted. This he took advantage of eagerly.

He didn’t know at the time how his father had mind controlled her, and his father wouldn’t tell him until after he turned 18 and became a Lodge member. Only at that point was Jake officially informed. But it was enough till then to know that Gemma did anything he wanted, and periodically to this day he still utilised her unwilling services.

Jake now had plans for someone else, though. He had never since Gemma had occasion to see AA in action. But on his twenty-first birthday he had the perfect target.

Jake was in his third and final year at Beckworth University just outside London. Jake’s father wanted him to follow in the family footsteps and study Chemistry. Instead Jake having developed an interest in the arts opted for English. This was after several arguments with his father. Jake finally won through, arguing that he would be involved in Kempton Pharmaceuticals anyway after graduation, so it didn’t really matter what degree he took.

Most of the course Jake had enjoyed over the last three years. However the ideological slant of the English Department irritated him. Most with the exception of a couple of male lecturers were sold on feminist interpretations of everything from Shakespeare to George Orwell. Even the film studies special subject he was taking at present was slanted heavily towards feminism. And the lecturer who drove this was his target for AA: the films studies lecturer, Doctor Susan Redmond.

Susan Redmond in character was a stereotypical man hating politically correct feminist. She had even apparently asked once to be able to teach a course exclusively to female students. However the English department for all its faults had refused.

Ironically in appearance Susan was extremely attractive. She was an American in her mid thirties, and Jake thought she looked almost the spitting image of Emily Procter, from CSI Miami. She had the same long blond hair and the same slim attractive figure, with a small, tight looking bottom and small but firm looking pert breasts. She also however had the same cold gaze as the CSI character, and the same flat nasal monotonal voice, which she seemed to use whenever she spoke to a male student in particular. Half the time whenever Jake spoke to her he expected her to take out a pair of rubber gloves and a DNA sampler kit and tell him she was going to take him in for questioning.

Jake lay on his bed reading through the programming instructions one last time. He had received a phone call from his father earlier in the day to say that Dr Redmond had been programmed according to them; before wishing him a happy birthday. Apparently she had been taken by a team at her home relatively easily, where she lived alone from all accounts with only a few dogs for company. The instructions for her programming Jake had e-mailed to his dad, and he was assured they had been followed word for word.

Jake’s erection pulsed harder in his jeans as he contemplated them again:

*“The programming I would like used on Dr Redmond is as follows:
1. You will obey the commands of all males at all times and be unable to do otherwise no matter how much you might attempt to do so;
2. Whenever you feel embarrassed or humiliated you will feel correspondingly sexually aroused. The more embarrassed or humiliated you feel the more sexually aroused you will feel;
3. If you are sexually molested you will be unable to defend yourself in any way. You will instead assist the molestation: for example sticking out your boobs if they are fondled, sticking out your bottom if it is felt, opening your legs and thrusting your hips forward if your crotch is felt, and putting your hands up and out of the way as you do these things. If you attempt to tell the molester to stop or summon help when you are molested you will instead, smile and say, ‘Mmmm, that’s nice. Don’t stop,’ each time you do so;
4. If you are kissed you will throw your arms around the person and kiss whoever the person is back passionately. You will continue to do so for as long as they wish to do so;
5. Lastly, you will act upon all these instructions but you will not consciously remember being told them.”*

Jake smiled more broadly as he thought of his appointment to discuss his last essay with Susan tomorrow. It was going to be an interesting tutorial indeed.

CHAPTER 2.

It was two o’clock on a Friday afternoon as Jake knocked on the office door of Dr Susan Redmond. He heard the monotonal voice that always made him think of Agent Duquesne say ‘come in’ and he entered.

Susan was seated at her desk looking down at Jake’s essay, her long blond hair tumbled down around her face. As Jake entered she glanced up. Her gaze was cold and clinical as usual.

‘Come and sit down. This essay of yours makes interesting reading.’ The irony in her tone was clearly evident. ‘I can only take it that this is some form of adolescent joke. I can’t think of any other reason for you writing such nonsense.’

Jake smiled ruefully. ‘It’s no joke,’ he replied with a confident tone. ‘I believe every word of it.’

Susan gave a forced laugh and smile before speaking. ‘Let’s get this straight. You believe that there is a natural order of dominance and submission between men and women. You believe that men are naturally dominant and sexually desire to dominate women and that ...’ Susan laughed, shook her head and continued. ‘ ... that women sexually desire to submit to men! Well I think this argument warrants a feminist critique.’ She looked up from the essay to Jake now as she spoke. ‘Do I look like I desire to submit to a man?’

Jake smiled back. ‘Actually yes,’ he replied.

‘Well. I don’t really know what to say to that. That is apart from you’re wrong – obviously – and I think you must have had your head somewhere else for the last three years. You need to do some serious reading young man, and probably need some psychological help. I can give you a list of sociology texts to start with. Needless to say this rather ridiculous attempt to argue that Hitchcock’s films demonstrate your natural order is going to have to be rewritten if you want to pass through this term.’

‘I’m not wrong. And I’m not going to be rewriting anything,’ Jake replied.

Jake actually didn’t believe a word of what he was saying about feminism intellectually. He just found Doctor Redmond’s feminist moral superiority an annoyance, and his whole plot was based around this – that and the fact that he couldn’t get the fantasy of having her as his submissive slave out of his head. But primarily he initially wanted to dismantle Susan’s politically correct feminist bombasticism; it was to be a challenge to her feminist beliefs she would not and could not win. His other plans for her afterwards would simply follow on from this. Challenging her beliefs and watching what happened was going to be wicked fun though.

Jake continued his sexist rant accordingly. ‘Yes you don’t overtly manifest submissiveness Doctor Redmond,’ he continued. ‘But that’s simply because you have more than likely never been ordered to do anything by a man before. You have simply never been assisted by a man to get in touch with your submissive female needs.’

Susan glared at him coldly. ‘I think you need to leave now,’ she said in her best Agent Duquesne tone yet. ‘And take this nonsense with you.’ As she said this she pushed across the table Jake’s essay. She then reached to her in tray for another essay to read.

‘Okay, I’ll leave. But first a little test. You insist on dressing in those ridiculous pant suits and wearing no makeup despite being an extremely attractive woman.’ Susan always wore loose fitting suits that were not particularly flattering to her nonetheless obvious curves, and wore little makeup except a slight amount of eye liner. ‘I’m commanding you from Monday onwards to dress for work as follows: Half of the week you will wear black crotch length fitted miniskirts, fitted white vest tops with no bras underneath them, and four inch black stiletto heeled shoes. You will ensure that the clothes are as closely fitting as possible and demonstrate your curves as clearly as possible. The other half of the week you will wear pink hotpants and a matching pink vest top, again all as tight as possible to demonstrate your curves and with no bra under the vest top. Oh, and you will wear pink four inch stilettos at these times. You will continuously wear lots of makeup, including garish red lipstick and nail varnish and make yourself up as attractively as you are able. And you will check your makeup every half hour in a compact throughout the day to ensure that it is kept perfect. Oh. And you will re-read my essay and then give me a mark over seventy percent and record the mark accordingly.’

Susan rose slowly, her mouth agape in disbelief and shock as Jake spoke these words. ‘You are one crazy person,’ she replied shaking her head. ‘Get out of my office.’

‘As I said, I’m going.’ Jake replied. ‘But I’ll be back same time on Monday and you will be here to meet me for another tutorial at that time.’ Jake then opened the door and left. Susan’s eyes followed him out all the way with the same blank look of astonishment on her face.

* * *

Jake could hardly wait for Monday to come. When it arrived he rose early and went to the English Department. He then hung around to try to get a glimpse of Susan and see how she was dressed. She was nowhere to be seen though, and so Jake eventually asked a secretary where she was.

‘Oh. Dr Redmond said she wouldn’t be coming to work today. She phoned in saying she wasn’t feeling too well.’

‘Did she indeed,’ Jake replied smiling to himself.

Jake walked back to his room in the Halls of Residence contemplating this news. He imagined what Susan might have been going through.

She certainly would not possess the kind of politically incorrect clothing he had told her to wear, so more than likely she had gone out Saturday to shop for it. This morning she would probably have got herself dressed in the clothes and then find herself struggling against the programming to get changed back into her normal attire for work; more than likely with full makeup on that she found herself unable to remove. She had probably phoned in sick because she found herself stuck that way. She would have to come in for two o’clock though, Jake thought smiling. She would have to because he had told her to meet him in her office.

Jake realised as he thought these things that he had a raging erection. He refused the temptation to masturbate though and instead watched Hitchcock’s Frenzy to distract himself after returning to his room. Eventually half past one came, and Jake almost ran down to the English department to Susan’s office to make their appointment.

Jake arrived at quarter to two, and knocked on her door. There was no answer and the office was locked. This caused him a moment of concern that she had somehow found a way of disobeying him, before as he looked around he saw a red faced Susan Redmond walking down the corridor towards him. She was wearing what appeared to be an ankle length rain coat, however Jake could still clearly see she was wearing stilettos and makeup.

Susan reached her office door, quickly unlocked it, and entered. She attempted to shut the door before Jake could enter, but Jake simply put his foot in and then pushed it open and forced his way in anyway.

‘I don’t want to talk to you,’ Susan said firmly with a hint of desperation evident in her voice. ‘Please leave!’

‘In a little while. First I want to see you outside of that ridiculous long coat to see whether you followed my instructions. Take it off.’ As Jake spoke he closed the door and walked over to Susan’s desk, seating himself where he had on Friday.

Jake saw Susan briefly shake as she fought his command. Then slowly she began to unbutton the coat and slipped it off her shoulders. Once off, however, she quickly covered herself with her hands and sat down behind her desk.

‘Tut tut, Susan,’ Jake said mockingly. ‘I can’t see you sat down like that. Stand up and come around the desk over here.’

‘No! No I won’t,’ Susan said as firmly as she could. But even as the words were being spoken she found herself rising and walking around her desk over to Jake. As she did so she attempted to cover herself with her hands again; one over her breasts one over her crotch.

‘Take your hands away and put them by your sides,’ Jake ordered.

Susan did so immediately, though shakily with gritted teeth as she fought the compulsion. Once stood in front of him Jake spoke again.

‘Now slowly turn around so I can get a good look at you.’

‘This is ridiculous!’ Susan spat as she slowly began to turn, her face crimson with embarrassment. ‘What the hell is going on? How are you doing this?’

Jake licked his lips as Susan slowly turned and he drank in her image. The little black miniskirt she wore was clearly stretchable and skin tight as he had instructed. It showed off her long slim legs from the crotch down beautifully and her legs were perfectly complemented by the ridiculously high black stilettos. Her bottom, though small and pert, curved outwards in a beautifully toned peachy arc, and was emphasised by the slimness of her legs and waist to perfection. The vest top she wore was equally skin tight leaving little to the imagination. Her small impressively firm breasts, which appeared around a B cup, stood out and could be seen to be clearly unprotected by a bra with their nipples budding through in the helpless arousal produced by her embarrassment.

‘Delicious. Simply delicious. You shouldn’t hide such beauty, you know Susan. In fact from now on don’t. You won’t wear a coat for work again unless the weather requires it. And let’s face it, it doesn’t at the moment in the middle of summer. You won’t phone in sick again either unless you genuinely are ill. Oh, and you won’t deliberately make yourself ill to give you a reason. Just work as you normally do, but dressed as instructed.’

‘I won’t! I won’t! I don’t know what the hell you’ve done but this stops now!’

‘Well that’s not very lady-like behaviour is it?’ Jake said. ‘It’s still early days though I suppose. Clearly you’ve not got fully in touch with your submissive needs yet. Still, one step at a time.’

‘I am not fucking submissive – to you or any man!’ Susan almost shouted.

‘Temper, temper,’ Jake replied rising from his seat. ‘Oh, and in case you’re thinking of asking one of your femy friends for help you will not. You won’t be able to in any way alert anyone that there is anything wrong or different with you. If anyone comments on your change of attire simply tell them you’ve decided that you like to look attractive; and be as convincing as you can about it.’

‘No I fucking won’t!’ Susan almost screamed. ‘Get out!’

‘Whatever you say. See you at your lecture this afternoon.’ Jake then opened the door and left; noticing Susan’s eyes open wide as the thought occurred to her of doing her film lecture dressed like this.

CHAPTER 3.

The lecture that afternoon was hilarious. Jake got a front row seat in the lecture theatre, and sniggered uncontrollably at the reactions of everyone to Susan’s dress as she walked in. Guys in the theatre looked at her with broad grins. Girls looked at her with shocked expressions and shakes of the head.

Susan herself Jake found funniest of all though. Aware of the reactions to her revealing clothes she was clearly embarrassed, with her face flushed red. And as she began to speak – ironically discussing “the male look” in movies and how it drove the narrative – she began to stumble over her words.

Jake could clearly read what was going on. The embarrassment she felt in accordance with his programming would be causing Susan to be proportionately sexually aroused. The way her nipples were budding in the tight little vest top unprotected by a bra demonstrated the fact clearly, along with Susan’s breathing rate increasing as she talked.

Ten minutes into the lecture seeing many of the guys staring at her chest Susan glanced down. Seeing the way her budding nipples were visible seemed to embarrass her still more. She began to stumble over her words increasingly, and was breathless now to the point of almost hyperventilating. Finally she stopped.

‘I ... I’m sorry. I need to leave. I’m not feeling too well.’ She then grabbed her lecture notes and trotted out of the lecture theatre on her stilettos with a “click, click, click” noise echoing in the silence and audibly moaning and panting as she went. Loud giggles and discussion erupted amongst the students immediately.

Jake jumped up and followed Susan. She trotted down the corridor as quickly as she could on her enormous heels and then dove into a Ladies’ room. After looking around to make sure there was no-one else in the corridor Jake went up close to the door to listen. As he did so he heard distinctly a loud moan come from within.

‘Wow!’ he said to himself smiling.

* * *

Jake spent a lot of his time covertly watching Susan and how she responded to the attention she got during the week. She was ogled by male students and lecturers frequently, and this was something she didn’t appear to appreciate at all, glaring at anyone who gave her more than a cursory glance. Her lectures were all much like the first as well; all of which Jake made sure he attended for once. Only one she managed to finish without having to run out for the Ladies’ room.

Her situation worsened half way through the week on the Wednesday, when Susan disappeared home at lunch time and came back dressed differently. When she returned Jake understood why she had gone the first two and a half days without wearing her second outfit. It was clearly avoidance. Unfortunately though Jake’s command to wear it half of the time had compelled her to go home and get changed exactly half way through the week.

Jake’s first view of her dressed in the second outfit was in the car park as she got out of her car. Her face was red, with what appeared to be half embarrassment and half anger.

Jake could hardly believe how she looked, and immediately approached her to get a better view when he saw her. As instructed she wore what at first glance appeared to be little pink hotpants, along with a fitted vest top similar to that she had worn the previous days, only in matching pink. Upon closer inspection however her hotpants appeared more like tight little cotton gym shorts, which left nothing to the imagination and looked very sexy.

‘Wow Susan,’ Jake said approaching her. ‘I thought I told you to wear hotpants, but those are steaming. What are they, gym shorts?’

‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ Susan said, with an even more increased sense of desperation in her voice.

‘But I’m intrigued,’ Jake continued regardless. ‘I instructed you to dress in pink hotpants. I thought they might be in some denim material or something. I never expected you to wear little cotton gym pants like those. Tell me what happened.’

Susan turned to Jake furiously. ‘I couldn’t find anything else in the shops that was pink and like hotpants. Okay? Satisfied?’ She then put her head in her hands. ‘Oh god! What am I saying? What am I doing?’

Jake stifled a chuckle. ‘You’re simply doing what I told you to do of course Susan,’ Jake said with mock gentleness. ‘You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure you could have found something less sexy if you tried. My being commanding with you has stimulated your submissive female needs and you’re finding it difficult not to desire to be pleasing.’

Susan looked up, again with fury in her eyes. ‘I’m not! I’m fucking not. I don’t desire to please any man! I simply couldn’t find any god damn pink hotpants, and these were the nearest thing I could find.’ Susan shook her head as though to try to wake herself up. ‘Why am I doing this... what the hell ... What have you done to me?’ She then stalked off with a “click, click, click” of her matching pink stiletto heels, whilst nervously looking around as she went for anyone observing her.

Susan’s afternoon lecture that day she appeared to find particularly mortifying. The sisterhood in the audience shook their heads even more vigorously at her pink bimboesque outfit. The only thing that appeared pinker than Susan’s outfit was her face, and she disappeared half way through the lecture to use the ladies’.

Throughout the week increasingly Susan became the hot topic of discussion amongst the other English students.

‘I just can’t believe she’s dressing like that,’ one of the guys said to Jake as a group of them sat and drank in the Student Union bar. ‘I always knew she was good looking but she always used to dress down in your usual politically correct femy way; that is apart from having that beautiful long blond hair.’

‘Oh for god’s sake, you are such a chauvinist pig,’ a large ugly girl with short bright red hair said next to him. ‘I think it’s disgusting. She’s supposed to be setting us an example and she’s dressing like some bimbo. I’m going to tell her the next time I see her as well.’
‘Well not all her behaviour’s changed, Constance’ the guy replied. ‘If you so much as look at her she looks daggers back at you. And I heard that she’s reported Doctor Morgan for sexual harassment.’

‘Good. The perv deserves it,’ the girl replied. ‘I only wish she would stop dressing like a pink Barby doll though.’

This was interesting news indeed. Doctor Morgan was another lecturer in the English department. He was a largish portly man of around mid forties, well known for having an eye for the ladies. He had lived alone in campus accommodation since his wife left him a few years ago. He would almost certainly have ogled Susan, but harassing her sounded a bit extreme. It would be interesting to find out exactly what went on at their next meeting.

On the Friday Jake went late to Susan’s office to talk to her. He knocked and heard the familiar monotonal voice, but now without its usual confident air. When he answered there was silence for a short period followed by the sound of a lock on the inside.
Jake looked around. There was no-one in the corridor, so he said, ‘Open the door and let me in Susan.’

Susan duly obliged, and Jake entered closing the door behind him. As he walked over and seated himself Susan walked back to her desk with her hands folded across her chest defiantly and her head down.

‘Well that’s been an interesting week. I’ve noticed that you’ve continued to dress the way I instructed you to do obediently like a good girl. I take it from such behaviour that you are slowly coming to terms with your submissive needs as a woman. Is that the case?’

Susan looked up at Jake and glared. ‘No it is certainly not the fucking case,’ she replied firmly. ‘I am not submissive. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I am not behaving this way because I am submissive. You must have some kind of mind control power or something.’

‘I really don’t know what you are talking about,’ Jake lied, chuckling to himself inside at Susan’s astute reasoning. ‘As I told you last week women are naturally sexually submissive. But like all women these days you’re out of touch with your needs because you’re unused to men commanding you to do things. That’s why you never realised it before now. Since I’ve started giving you commands your inner submissive womanhood is starting to become evident and take over.’

‘What do you want?’ Susan replied trying to ignore Jake’s reasoning.

‘Well I’ve been observing you. And although you have clearly obediently dressed as I instructed – in fact more so with those pretty pink cotton shorts – and have connected to some extent to your inner submissive woman, your general behaviour and demeanour are still wanting. As a female getting more connected to her inner submissive womanhood I think you need to learn to be more respectful of men.’

‘I am respectful to whoever deserves respect, and I have not yet come across a man that deserved any,’ Susan replied, her nasal monotone and cold look reminding him of Agent Duquesne more so than she usually did.

Jake shook his head mockingly. ‘Disavowal I believe that attitude is called, Susan. Disavowal. You are repressing your desires to be openly submissive to men and that is why you have that attitude. You won’t from now on though. From now on whenever a man looks at you because you are attractive you will not glare at him. Each time you get the urge to do so instead you will surrender to your inner submissive woman and smile politely at him, and you will do so whilst trying to look as cute and feminine as possible. If you are walking you will put one hand on your hip and sway your hips sexily as you walk. Or if you are stood you will put your hand on your hip and cant your hip slightly to one side sexily. Also you will carry a pen around with you at all times, and if a man looks at you in a particularly lecherous way you will drop the pen on the floor and bend to pick it up – with your back to him, your legs two feet apart, perfectly straight and your back flat – and slowly. When you rise you will then turn, smile and wink at him sexily.

‘I will do nothing of the fucking sort sicko!’ Susan replied, her hands curled into small fists with anger.

‘Oh, but you will,’ Jake replied with an amused knowing tone. ‘Now let me get a good look at you in that pretty pink feminine outfit. Come around the table and give me a turn so I can look you over just like you did on Monday.’

Susan shook slightly as she fought the compulsion to obey before eventually rising and walking around the table as commanded. As she did so Jake rose from his seat to get a better view of her. Once in front of him Susan appeared to try to give him a scowl. This immediately however turned into a broad slightly insane smile. She then put her hand on her hip before thrusting her hip out to the side.

‘Mmmm. Much better. Very sexy. And a nice smile brightens up a room I always say.’

‘I don’t know how you are doing this but I have had enough of it,’ Susan replied, whilst still smiling inanely at Jake and posing. She then slowly began to turn with her hand still on her hip, allowing Jake a good lingering exploration of her. The tight little pink cotton gym shorts showed off her legs higher than her skirt and normal hotpants would, with the dimples at the base of her butt cheeks visible below their base, and they were skin tight showing off the cheeks beautifully as well as the line of her crotch at the front. The pink vest top again clearly showed the line of her breasts, the nipples of which were budding through enormously. Jake devoured the image of her, licking his lips.

Once she had turned a full circle Susan saw Jake leching over her still. And seeing him do this she threw down a pen onto the floor she had been unconsciously holding without realising it. Her eyes opened wide in shock and horror as she saw what she had just done, realising instantly why. She looked pleadingly up immediately at Jake as if to ask him to stop her – which of course he did not. Instead he looked down at the pen, then looked up at Susan and smiled.

Shakily Susan took steps around in her pink stilettos so that she was between Jake and the pen with her back to him. She then spread her legs two feet apart, locked them back at the knee, and slowly began to bend over. The tight pink gym shorts tightened over Susan’s peachy butt as she bent, making it look even more delicious. The mound and crack of her pussy were also clearly defined between her spread legs as the cotton material stretched taught.

Susan then slowly rose and turned to face Jake – before winking at him whilst smiling, but with her face crimson and her breathing heavy.

‘See what I mean, Susan. Your words might be defiant at the moment but your body is betraying you. Your submissive needs are rising and becoming less easy for you to control.’ As he spoke Jake walked closer to Susan, who remained stood grinning madly. ‘Now what’s all of this business about Doctor Morgan? Someone said you’ve reported him for sexual harassment.’

‘I have; not that it’s any of your business,’ Susan spat out, still smiling at him.

‘What happened. Tell me.’

‘He made a remark about my backside looking nice in these damned shorts. I told him that it was completely inappropriate and I was going to report him for harassing me.’
Jake shook his head and tutted. ‘This is taking disavowal too far. It really will not do. After we have finished talking you will walk to

Doctor Morgan’s lodgings on campus and ask to talk to him privately there. You will be insistent if he is reluctant to let you in that he does so. When he has let you in you will apologise for reporting him and tell him that you are withdrawing the complaint. You will tell him that you will make sure it doesn’t happen again.’

‘I will not! I will not!’ Susan screamed out almost in tears, but still stood with her hand on her hip and her hips tilted to one side sexily, and still smiling. ‘Get out of my office!’

‘Be quiet and listen,’ Jake commanded with gentle firmness.

Susan was instantly quiet, though almost panting and flushed red. Again Jake recognised the telltale signs of her becoming aroused by the humiliation of the situation.

Once she had settled Jake continued. ‘Now after you have apologised and promised it will not happen again you will give Doctor Morgan an explanation for your behaviour. Tell him you do not really believe in sexual equality; you believe that women are biologically programmed to be submissive and sexually desire submitting to men. Tell him that you have been struggling to come to terms with your own sexually submissive nature as a woman. That is why you behaved the way you did with him and disavowing the fact is why you became a feminist lecturer.’

Susan looked fit to explode as Jake spoke. She stared at him, her face flushed bright red, livid with anger, and tears now in her eyes. She almost seemed to have steam coming out of her ears. Jake was finding this funnier than he could describe. He steepled his fingers in front of himself and continued.

‘After you’ve said that suggest to him that he may be able to help you in the process of coming to terms with your submissive nature. Suggest to him that as he likes your bottom so much he might like to punish you for your behaviour by spanking you.’
Susan’s eyes opened wide as Jake said this and she mouthed a “no”, but no words came out as he had told her to be quiet.

‘Also tell him that if he gets turned on by spanking you you will be happy to relieve him in whatever way he wishes afterwards, whether it be a blowjob or by fucking you. Tell him that it would be helpful for you if he was commanding and dominant and you could call him Master whilst he did all of this, as it would assist you in coming to terms with your submissive needs. You will smile and be insistent throughout all of this and look enthusiastic throughout all that happens, and you will enthusiastically do whatever he asks or wants to please him, and of course refer to him as Master at all times if he so wishes. Is that all clear? You can speak now by the way.’

‘You fucking pervert! I don’t know how you are getting me to do any of this but I won’t do that with Morgan. Whatever it is making me do this I am not submissive and will not humiliate myself in that way.’ As she said this Susan was hyperventilating, flushed red, clearly with the humiliation of the situation arousing her enormously now and still stood ridiculously in a pose with her hand on her hip whilst smiling madly.

‘Really Susan,’ Jake said sniggering at her contradictory behaviour. He moved a further step forward to within arm’s length of her as he continued. ‘Such denial. Such rebellion. Well, lie to yourself all you want. But you cannot lie here.’ As he said this Jake placed his hand on the crotch area of the little pink gym shorts.

Immediately Susan gave a sharp intake of breath and her hands moved infinitesimally to her crotch – before instead going up to the sides of her head. She then stepped forward, opened her legs apart and thrust her hips forward invitingly pressing her cunt against the exploring hand.

Jake allowed his fingers to slip further down her crotch and under between her legs. He could feel the heat and dampness of her aroused sex through the little shorts, and began to gently rub the area. ‘See. You cannot resist behaving compliantly to my approaches despite your haughty words.’

Susan responded by trying to look away, shaking as she fought the compulsion to assist her molestation, and left speechless at what was happening.

‘Look at me Susan,’ Jake said in a firm tone in response.

Susan slowly turned her eyes, her head shaking as she fought the compulsion.

‘Your cunt is extremely wet Susan. I can feel it even through the thin fabric of these tiny gym shorts you choose to wear instead of the more decent looking hotpants I expected you were going to buy. You really are a hot submissive slut underneath that cold exterior, whatever you might say. And mastering you like this is clearly unleashing your submissive need no matter how much you try to deny it is. I’m feeling quite jealous of the fun old Doctor Morgan’s going to have with you tonight.’

Susan opened her mouth to speak, shook slightly, and then simply said, ‘Mmmmm ... That’s nice. Don’t stop,’ with her face flushed red and her breathing becoming rapid.

‘As you wish,’ Jake replied, continuing to gently rub Susan’s sex with his middle fingers.

Suddenly Susan’s eyes opened wider, and her breathing became still more rapid. With a look of horror she then emitted a moan and her eyes melted into pleasure as she helplessly climaxed, rocking back and forth with the spasms of her orgasm.

When she had finished Jake took his hand away, noticing as he did so her crotch was now darkened with the wetness or her arousal seeping through the thin cotton material of the little gym shorts as well as her panties. Susan turned away and put her hands over her face and shook her head in disbelief.

Jake rose and walked to the door. ‘We’ll meet again on Monday morning at nine, and you can tell me exactly what happens. Don’t try to change those shorts or hide that damp patch over your cunt till after you get home tonight. Just let everyone see what a hot slut you are. It will help remind you every time you attempt to deny your submissiveness. See you.’

CHAPTER 4.

After Jake left Susan walked up and down her office, tearfully and frantically thinking everything over again. As they had constantly over the last week the same questions came to her mind. What was going on? Why had she dressed like this simply because Jake told her to? And why had she now allowed Jake to do what he had? He had to have some kind of control over her, but how? Nothing had happened to give him that as far as she could remember. But it had to be something like that because the only alternative was that Jake was right. She was a submissive and didn’t know it. She had simply never been told by a man to do anything before, and now Jake had she couldn’t help herself.

She had to admit she was finding it all incredibly sexually arousing. She was feeling turned on almost all the time. After her first conversation with Jake she had initially experienced nothing – other than to think he was some kind of wacko; that was until the following morning. The morning when realising she had no clothes like Jake had told her to wear she felt she had to buy some. No matter how much she fought the urge it was uncontrollable. She had to buy some.

She had gone out and done just that. She couldn’t believe what she was doing trying on clothes designed to objectify herself; clothes that produced an image of a woman she had spent her life fighting against. After that she had bought the makeup. All the time questioning what the hell she was doing but unable to do anything about it. And that was when the arousal started.

At first she just felt mildly horny as she looked at herself in the mirror dressed in the tight miniskirt and tight vest top, tarted up with makeup. She thought of being seen on campus like this and felt a flush of embarrassment – and then she started to feel the horniness. She had always been able to control her urges well. She was heterosexual and found men attractive, but always easily repressed the interest simply by thinking of how unreliable and selfish they were. They were all just like her father, who left her mother when she was nine for another woman and let her mother struggle to bring her up all alone. That thought was all it took to control any heterosexual urges. But now her libido was driving her crazy. To the point tonight where she had allowed Jake to bring her off – whilst she posed for him and thrust out her crotch to assist him. Why the hell had she done that?

Monday morning was when the horniness had started in a big way. She had got dressed in the black mini and white top and put on full makeup, despite not wanting to. She tried to get changed into more suitable clothes, but couldn’t. She tried a half a dozen times, but couldn’t bring herself to disobey Jake’s instruction. And with that she again felt embarrassment; and again felt a flush of arousal.
It worsened when she eventually had to go to work to meet Jake. She just had to. She tried to compromise by covering herself with a coat. And then there was their meeting. She felt totally humiliated by the way Jake spoke to her; telling her to take the coat off and telling her to come over and do a turn for him to look at her. But the humiliation seemed to make her more horny than she had experienced in years.

And then there was the way people looked at her after that. At the lectures she found the humiliation of dressing like this so much of a turn on that she had almost reached a climax on some occasions. It was even worse when she felt forced to go home to change on Wednesday into this pink outfit.

Try as she might she had been unable to find pink hotpants in any of the shops. She did see in a sports shop the little pink cotton gym shorts that were enough like hotpants to pass. And when she couldn’t find an alternative she had bought them. They clung and displayed her shamelessly and she desperately didn’t want to wear them. She was hoping she might get away with wearing only the black skirt and white top, but she remembered Jake’s command to dress like that only half the week. So she felt forced to go home and change – change into the tight little pink gympants and a matching top that made her look like a slutty version of Barbie.

She hated it. But felt even hornier when people looked at her dressed like that. And she couldn’t get through a lecture at all dressed like this now. She kept having to run to the ladies’ and bring herself off in a cubicle like some kind of low slut. Like some kind of submissive.

No, that was ridiculous! She hated men and hated female submissiveness even more. She would never be willingly submissive to any man. It was all ridiculous. Men were all dominating perverts and she was liberated from them. She had never fallen foul of having a relationship with any yet, nor had she wanted one. They were animals, with their dominating natures and their selfishness. In fact the only sexual experience with a man had occurred a few minutes ago. Susan shook her head as she thought again about what she had just done, and looked down at the damp patch between her legs. ‘Oh god!’ she said silently.

As she went over these thoughts again Susan suddenly realised that she had taken out her compact and lipstick from her handbag and was touching up her makeup. She put it down in disgust, but found herself pick it up again and check her makeup again anyway.

Why am I doing this? This is madness!

Susan felt embarrassed. And then she was aware of becoming horny again.

Jake had not told her to feel like this. If she wasn’t submissive why was it happening? Why now was she finding it so difficult to control her libido? Why was she finding embarrassing situations so arousing if she wasn’t submissive?

Susan shook her head and took a deep breath. Whatever Jake had said, whatever power he had over her, she most certainly was not going to do the rest of what he’d instructed. She was going to go home to her beloved dogs and change out of these clothes and relax. Perhaps she would meditate and reread some of her material on female assertiveness. That might help.

* * *

Susan teetered out of her office in her enormous heels furtively, locking the door of her office and putting the keys in her hand bag. She didn’t see anyone on the way to her car apart from the porter of the lecturers’ offices; who glanced at her up and down with a smile as she walked out. Susan tried to ignore this, but could not resist her instinct to face down such typical male behaviour. So she turned to glare at him – and instead found herself smiling sweetly. The porter smiled back more broadly.

‘Good evening Doctor Redmond,’ he said pleasantly as he looked her over.

‘Good evening,’ Susan answered, as assertively as she could.

When she reached her car Susan took her key from her handbag and tried to open it, but could not. Instead she felt an uncontrollable urge to walk on across the campus; across the campus in the direction of the on sight tutors’ lodgings. She knew why this was, and as a result knew the importance of fighting it. She couldn’t do the things Jake had told her to. She wouldn’t do!

So she fought with shaking fingers to press the key fob and open the car door. She fought for a whole minute before her hands finally betrayed her and put the keys back into her handbag. Then her legs began to betray her and she found herself walking across the campus.

‘I will not do what he said!’ Susan chanted to herself as she walked. ‘I will not do it! I am not submissive! I will not.’

On the way Susan had to walk past a bus stop. At the stop she noticed three of her students; two were guys and one a fattish red haired girl called Constance she knew quite well. Constance was the head of the women’s group in the Students’ Union. She and Susan had frequently had discussions about feminism and the various feminist perspectives. She was quite a bright girl.

As she closed on them she noticed one of the guys looking at her. His name was John Terrence, and he was the type of guy who gave lip service to feminist ideas and did what he had to do to get through a course, but who was a complete ogling pervert. He was always leering over girls and staring at their butts or boobs. True to form he was looking her up and down like a piece of meat as she approached them dressed in her hateful objectifying outfit.

Instinctively Susan tried to meet his gaze and intimidate him. Unfortunately she again found herself instead smiling at him sweetly with her head cocked slightly to one side in a mindlessly bimboesque manner. ‘Damn it!’ she thought.

Terrence smiled more broadly much as the porter had. But he kept looking her up and down and his eyes lingered over the way the tight cotton fabric of her shorts displayed her crotch seeming to notice the damp patch. Susan had an urge to cover her crotch with her handbag. Unfortunately as she tried she found she couldn’t, realising immediately that this was because Jake had told her not to.

When she reached close to them Susan felt her hand throw something to the floor as though it were not her own. She looked in surprise and instantly recognised what it was and felt as though all of her blood had just rushed up into her face; into her face and then down to her crotch as she felt herself becoming horny because she knew what she was about to do and felt a rush of embarrassment.

Slowly, shakily, she turned her back to the three students. She then spread her legs two feet apart, locked her legs straight, flattened out her back and began to bend over. She heard one of the students make a ‘wow’ noise as she picked up the pen and slowly rose.

Susan realised that not only had she displayed herself, but the damp arousal patch, and she felt unbelievably turned on by the awareness. Why?

As she contemplated the fact she found herself turn as she rose and smile again in a bimboesque manner at Terrence before winking at him. Terrence’s grin was now from ear to ear. The other guy beside him had his jaw almost to the floor. Constance was shaking her head with her mouth agape.

‘Doctor Redmond what the hell has gotten into you?’ Constance said in an exasperated manner.

Susan felt so ashamed of herself. She wanted to explain that she didn’t want to behave this way; that she was doing it because she had been told to and couldn’t do anything else. Instead she said, ‘I don’t know what you mean, Constance. I like being attractive, that’s all.’ She then walked on after smiling at Terrence once more.

As she did so Susan realised that she had little control over anything. “Please don’t let Doctor Morgan be in,” she whispered to herself.

CHAPTER 5.

Morgan didn’t answer the first knock and Susan felt a temporary flush of relief as she thought that he may not be in. But almost immediately she knocked the second time she heard the lock go.

The door opened a little before it was stopped by a chain, and Morgan’s face appeared at the edge. Seeing Susan his eyebrows knotted.

‘What do you want?’ he said suspiciously.

‘I ... I need to speak to you,’ Susan said shakily, hoping he would adamantly refuse to do so.

‘What? You want to speak to me. Just leave me alone.’ As he said this Morgan closed the door.
‘No. Please wait!’ Susan said desperately, despite wanting him not to with every fibre of her being. She knocked again. ‘I must talk to you. It’s about my complaint. Please let me talk to you.’

Morgan opened the door a little again. ‘What could you possibly want to talk to me about?’ he said.

‘I ... I need to talk to you Please let me in. Please let me come in!’ As she said this Susan found herself smiling sweetly at Morgan. His suspicious look turned to one of curiosity, and he pushed the door to, took off the chain and opened it beckoning her in.
Susan’s stomach dropped as he did this, but she entered anyway.

Morgan was a short podgy man with greying hair, dressed in outdated clothes and smelling slightly sweaty as though he hadn’t washed for a couple of days. His house smelled musty and as Susan entered the lounge she found it littered with books and magazines. Morgan seated himself down on a settee, and Susan seated herself opposite him on a chair, her legs together defensively.
‘

So what’s this all about?’ Morgan said curiously.

‘I want to apologise for my behaviour,’ Susan heard herself say, whilst smiling at Morgan with a supine expression. ‘And I promise not to make any more complaints.’

Morgan humphed in surprise, his eyes opening wide. ‘So what’s changed?’ he said.

Susan again fought with all her might to attempt not to continue; to say something else, anything else. She found herself again shaking as she tried to control her mouth and voice. She managed all of ten seconds of silence before the compulsion became too great and she heard herself begin to speak words she thought she would never utter.

‘I don’t really believe in sexual equality. I believe that women are biologically programmed to be submissive and sexually desire submitting to men. I have been struggling to come to terms with my own sexually submissive nature as a woman, and that’s why I behaved the way I did with you. Disavowing the fact is also why I became a feminist lecturer.’

Morgan’s mouth was agape. ‘Are you serious?’ he said disbelievingly.

Susan smiled. ‘Yes. I’m perfectly serious. And ... and ...’ Susan fought again desperately to avoid saying the next words. She was finding the whole situation incredibly humiliating. And there again was that intense sexual arousal that seemed to go with it all the time now. It undermined her resistance to the words, which was useless enough as it was. Helplessly she heard herself continue; continue to make her humiliation more complete – and her arousal more intense. ‘And you may be able to help me in the process of coming to terms with my nature. As you like my bottom so much you might like to punish me for my behaviour by spanking me.’

‘What?’ Morgan said in surprise. ‘You want me to spank you?’

‘Yes,’ Susan heard herself say breathlessly with the intense sexual arousal she was now feeling. ‘I will be happy to relieve you in whatever way you wish afterwards as well if it turns you on, whether it be a blowjob or by fucking me. And it would be helpful if you could be commanding and dominant with me whilst you do all of this and I could call you Master, as it would assist me in coming to terms with my submissive needs.’

Susan felt so turned on she thought if she were not careful she might come again. She couldn’t believe what was happening.
Morgan appeared to be thinking for a while. But then he looked Susan up and down ponderously. Susan helplessly responded by smiling with her head canted to one side in the bimboesque manner that was becoming familiar to her.

‘Okay,’ he said cautiously stroking his chin. ‘To start with you can call me Master. Is that alright?’

‘Yes ... Master,’ Susan answered smiling, with a flush of arousal as her humiliation became ever increased.

Morgan appeared emboldened by this. ‘Okay,’ he said in a more invigorated tone rubbing his hands together and smiling. And then as though finally making a decision he said: ‘Okay. Well how about we do what you suggest. Get up and lie across my knee over here like a good girl.’

Susan felt a flush of intense anger to replace the arousal and briefly resisted, but found herself rise and walk over anyway, smiling sweetly. She then lay across his lap in an uncomfortable flat position with her feet to the floor and her head over the arm of the settee.

‘Well now. You suggested I needed to be commanding. So I think it only appropriate that you say “yes Master” each time you’re given an instruction from now on. Understand Susan?’

‘Yes, Master. Of course,’ Susan heard herself say enthusiastically, despite inside boiling with increasing rage.

‘Now stretch out your legs perfectly straight behind you with your toes touching the floor and then lift up and stick out your bottom.’

‘Yes Master,’ Susan said, though this time shakily as she fought the compulsion with all her anger. Regardless of her efforts she nevertheless stretched out her legs as instructed and raised up her backside. As she did this she felt the material of the little gym shorts tighten over her cheeks and knew her little toned butt must now look the most inviting of targets.

‘Wow!’ Morgan replied in response, placing his right hand on the cheeks and beginning to stroke and squeeze them. ‘I just can’t believe this. But you know I always suspected that deep down you had a submissive streak. I tend to think that most of you feminists have to be perfectly honest. Okay. Now let’s teach you a lesson you won’t forget for a while.’

With that there was a loud CLAP! noise and Susan yelped with a sting in her right bottom cheek that felt like a slap from shoulder height. There was another CLAP! noise as the other cheek was then similarly targeted. This stung even more, and Susan made an “ouch” noise, instinctively clenching her pert little butt and dropping it down. Spasmodically her left leg also kicked up.

‘My word. I see what you mean about needing to learn to be submissive. Only two slaps and you can’t keep still.’ As he said this he stroked the two cheeks sensuously. ‘Now get your legs back out straight and stick out your bottom again. But this time I want to see you fight to stay in position and take the punishment nicely.’

‘Yes Master,’ Susan said, despite feeling furious now at the way she was being ordered to take the spanking. She was also incredibly sexually aroused by the humiliation of it all, which made her feel even more angry. Again she fought with all her fury to resist the command, but nevertheless found herself straighten out her legs again and raise up her pert bottom. There was another loud CLAP! noise, and Susan felt the sting again in her right bum cheek. This time, though, she gritted her teeth and stayed in position. Another followed and another.

Seeing her stay in position now Morgan said, ‘Excellent, Susan. That’s more like it. Now let’s build up a bit of a rhythm here.’

He then began to rhythmically spank Susan. A loud CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise filled the small room as Morgan worked alternately on the two small pert cheeks.

They stung like crazy, and Susan tried to move with all her might. But despite everything she found herself instead gritting her teeth and fighting with all her might to stay in position with her legs straight and bottom pertly stuck out obediently. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. Or how it made her feel.

After a couple of minutes Morgan paused, and then again stroked the cheeks up and down sensuously. The cheeks hummed with warmth and Susan felt on the brink of an orgasm. She hated herself for it. What was she becoming?

After stroking the cheeks Susan then felt Morgan hook his thumbs under the tops of the gym shorts. Realising he was going to pull them down Susan gave a little cry and reached back to hold on to them. Unfortunately her hand only got to her waist, as her programming interpreted such behaviour as a lack of enthusiasm and prevented her stopping Morgan. As a result her little pink shorts were slowly peeled down over her stuck out pert little bottom as her hand flailed around aimlessly at her side and she panted breathlessly as she resisted.

After pulling them down to her lower thighs Morgan got hold of her panties and pulled them up tight over the cheeks. He then began to spank her again. The noise was less muffled now by the lack of interference from the shorts, and the loud CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise was accompanied by Susan’s, “Ouch! Yow! Youch! Yow! Oww!” after each stroke.

At the end of a further couple of minutes Morgan paused. Susan was panting and now slightly tearful, but had not moved out of position. Her pert little butt was still stuck up in the air and was now extremely hot. She felt less anger now; just shame, and to her frustration was on the brink of an orgasm.

Morgan hooked his thumbs this time under Susan’s panties, and to her horror as her arm again flailed around uselessly at her side attempting to defend her dignity they were pulled down over her butt and down her legs to join her shorts.

‘Now another few minutes on the bare, Susan, and I think you will have been adequately punished for reporting me.’ Morgan said. He now sounded excited, with none of the earlier trepidation present.

The spanking then continued – harder and louder than ever. The CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise now had competition from loudness of Susan’s squeals from the intense pain of the slaps, and in between each YOW! And OUCH! she blubbered with tears. But seeing her so determinably stay in position and make no attempt at self defence Morgan continued, interpreting her behaviour as part of the submissiveness she claimed she craved. Susan’s only consolation was that the intensity of the pain redirected her attention from the embarrassment and humiliation she felt, and as a result calmed her sexual arousal a little.

Finally Morgan stopped. ‘That was excellent, Susan,’ Morgan said as Susan lay across his lap quietly sobbing into the arm of the settee, but with her crimson bottom still stuck up in the air and her legs still out perfectly straight behind her. ‘You took that really well. Now you can get yourself up and compose yourself.’

Susan rose from Morgan’s lap and put her hands to her bottom and began rubbing the scalding sore cheeks. As she did so she heard herself say in between sobs, ‘Ye ... Ye ... Yes (sniffle, sniffle) Ma ... Master.’ She then attempted to grasp her panties and gym shorts and pull them up.

‘No don’t do that,’ Morgan ordered. ‘I’ve decided to take you up on your offer to relieve me afterwards as well. Your submissiveness has gotten me horny as hell, to use a crude phrase. Take them off completely and then go and bend over the chair over there.’ Morgan pointed at a wooden chair near his work desk at the other side of the lounge.’

Susan, without resistance, dropped her shorts and panties, stepped out of them. She whispered in a defeated tone, ‘Yes Master,’ and walked over to the chair.

CHAPTER 6.

‘So I then walked over to the chair as Morgan told me and bent over it. I was extremely aroused by doing this. I heard him come over and stand behind me. Then he said ... he said ...’

Susan was seated red faced in her office on Monday morning talking to Jake. Jake was seated opposite her listening avidly with a broad grin on his face, stroking his chin. ‘Go on,’ he prompted.
Jake had told her to describe the events of Friday with Dr Morgan in detail – along with what she was feeling, how it was affecting her; everything she did and attempted to do, and to miss out nothing.
Susan immediately continued, helplessly. ‘He said spread your legs a couple of feet apart stand with them straight, put your hands and elbows on the table and then arch your back down. I ... I attempted not to. But I said “yes Master” and I did it anyway. And ... and I felt so vulnerable with my sex exposed between my legs and it revealing the fact that I was aroused. And this seemed to make me even more aroused. Then I heard him pull his zipper down. Oh, please don’t make me go on Jake. Please,’ Susan said desperately.
‘Like I said before you started Susan it’s good therapy for you. Facing your submissive needs will help prevent you disavowing them again. And it appears they were quite evident when you were with Doctor Morgan. Continue.’
Susan swallowed, shook as she briefly resisted, and then continued. ‘I then felt him nudge his penis against the lips of my vagina. And I thought, oh no he’s going to enter me and I’ve never been entered by a man before.’
‘You were a virgin?’ Jake exclaimed in surprise. ‘Well I knew you were frigid ... err ... I mean I knew you were repressing your submissive sexual needs, but I never guessed that you had never been with a man before Friday. So anyway, carry on.’
‘Then he took hold of my hips and I felt him thrust forward and enter me. I felt so humiliated and violated. But for some reason it made me feel even more aroused, and I ... and I ... I climaxed ... more intensely than I can remember I ever have before.’
‘Goodness gracious. Obviously the feeling of humiliation stimulated your submissive need as a woman so deeply that you reached an orgasm. The exercise was obviously a positive one for you in assisting you in your journey of female self awareness. So what happened after that?’
‘So then he ... he ... had sex with me. It lasted only a couple of minutes before he came. When he came ... I ... I did again also. When he finished he then said he had enjoyed it so much that I should come back next week at the same time. And then he told me to go. I said “Yes Master” agreeing to come back, and smiled all the time as though I had enjoyed everything, even though I felt furious and violated. And then he ushered me to go, gave me a peck on the cheek whilst feeling my butt, and said “same time next week.” And I walked back to my car and went straight home.’
Jake watched Susan as he spoke. Susan was now crimson. She put her head in her hands, shaking it from side to side in disbelief. She was breathing hard, and Jake could see she was deeply aroused by having to relate her actions to him.
‘It’s alright, Susan. It’s been humiliating having to tell me all of this and I know that it’s probably gotten a submissive girl like you all sexed up again. I’d satisfy your needs but I think I’d prefer to do it in a bed, so you’ll just have to wait until we get back to my room tonight after the party.’
Susan looked up slightly puzzled from her torture of confused emotions. ‘What party?’ she said.
‘Oh, the party in the Student Union this evening. It’s a fancy dress party. With the theme of Vicars and Sluts. I’ve already got my Vicar’s outfit. You’d better go up town for a couple of hours this morning and buy some suitable clothes, as you are coming with me as my date and you probably don’t have anything suitable – other than your new work clothes of course.’ Jake sniggered as he said this. ‘Use your imagination and surprise me. Make sure that you dress as slutty as possible, but not too many clothes though. Make sure they’re scanty and revealing and there’s lots of flesh on show. And definitely let it involve stockings, suspenders and stilettos, ideally with the stocking tops on view for everyone to see. My room is number 28 on the second floor. Meet me there at seven and we’ll go to the party together.’
With that Jake rose and walked to the door to leave without another word. As he left Susan finally took her head from her hands. Her face turned from one of confusion suddenly to resolute anger. ‘I will not!’ She erupted rising from her chair. ‘I don’t know how you are making me behave and think submissively but it has to stop. I will not, do you hear? I will not!’

* * *

At seven o’clock that evening Susan knocked on the door of room 28 in the students’ Halls of Residence. Luckily she had seen no-one on the way here, but she knew her luck was not going to last.
Jake opened the door and as he saw her his eyes opened wide and he looked her up and down licking his lips. ‘Come in,’ he said enthusiastically.
Susan quickly did so and Jake closed the door behind him, before turning to look her over.
‘Well how absolutely amazing you look,’ he exclaimed.
Susan did not reply simply looking down at the floor in disbelief at having again so completely failed to refuse to obey Jake. She was dressed in patterned stockings and suspenders and four inch black stilettos. The stocking tops were clearly visible, along with two inches of the suspenders holding them up, before they disappeared under the tiniest pink stretch mini skirt of only some six inches in length. The suspender belt for the stockings was visible above the little skirt, along with some four inches of her waist. Over this was simply a skimpy see through lacy top, with no bra under.
‘I see you decided to obey me quite perfectly then, despite your wilful words earlier Susan. Oh, by the way. I should have said earlier. Money from the party ticket sales is in aid of the Oxfam charity and there is going to be a slave auction in aid of the charity at the party as well. I thought we could enter you. It will be a good experience and continue your growing awareness of your submissiveness.’
‘No!’ Susan exclaimed in horror. ‘You bastard! You’re not getting me to do anything like that! I don’t care what the fuck you say or what power you have over me or what you claim I am, but I am not going to that party like this and I am certainly not entering any fucking slave auction!’
‘Temper, temper Susan. I thought that we were starting to work through that disavowal of your inner womanhood. Well you’ll learn. You obviously need me to be a little firmer with my commands and to provide you a little more direction on what you are about to do though. Okay. That’s fine. It will do you good. So be quiet and listen carefully whilst I explain. You are going to the party with me dressed like that and you will be entering the slave auction. As you walk you will walk as sexily as you can, waggling your hips and smiling at all times, and hold my hand when we walk together. You will confirm that we are going out together as a couple as and when necessary, and behave as though we are at all times. When you are introduced to any men you will look at their crotches quite openly, tell them how handsome they are and say something as outrageously flirtatious as you can. Your conversation and behaviour with guys will be flirty and will involve the following: You will explain that you are entering the slave auction. You will invite the guys to bid for you and tell them how well you will serve them if they buy you. You will tell them that the idea is really turning you on because you are a submissive slut. You will tell them that you believe it to be the natural place of a woman to be submissive and you don’t really believe in any of the feminist garbage you teach. The order and manner you say such things in is up to you, however you will do all of it whilst smiling and speak in as normal, enthusiastic and authentic a manner as you possibly can.
‘Now when it comes to the actual slave auction this is what you will do ...’
As Jake went on to explain more detail about the auction Susan’s mouth dropped open and she shook her head and mouthed “no” a few times. But as Jake had told her to be quiet and listen she was unable to do anything other than just that.
When he had finished Jake asked Susan if she had understood all of his instructions.
‘Y ... Yes,’ Susan replied grimacing as she angrily fought the commands.
‘Excellent,’ Jake said. ‘Now that you’re clear on how you are to deport yourself tonight we can go.’

* * *

Susan walked sexily waggling her hips and smiling inanely just as Jake had instructed as they entered the Student Union building and the party holding hands. Susan found the posing, pouting, smiling and sultry behaviour infuriating but found herself unable to do otherwise despite her anger, because this had been part of Jake’s detailed instructions.

Students that Susan knew stared at her, some sniggering some shaking their heads. Many of the females were dressed in slutty attire, but few as slutty and revealing as Susan. She had felt aroused before they entered by the thought of Jake’s instructions, but this was accentuated as she saw the people and their responses to her. ‘Oh god!’ she thought as they walked over to the bar. ‘Why can’t I resist what he’s told me to do? Please don’t let me go through with the rest!’

‘Hi,’ a male student said to them as they stood waiting to be served. ‘Surely you can’t be Doctor Redmond?’

‘I sure am handsome,’ Susan replied, looking from the guy’s eyes to his crotch openly and back again. ‘My you’re a big boy. I’m going in the slave auction later. Perhaps you’d like to bid for me? I promise to be a good girl in every way if you buy me.’ She then winked at him.

‘Susan is a bit of a dark horse you could say,’ Jake interrupted to the open mouthed guy in response. ‘She tends to be a bit different out of the classroom these days. I don’t know whether it’s my influence since we’ve been going out together.’

‘Yes,’ Susan heard herself obediently continue, now feeling immensely aroused by her humiliating behaviour. ‘It is. I’ve tended to repress a lot of my feelings up until recently, but Jake’s helping me find release. You know I don’t believe in any of that feminist garbage really, so why should I pretend to all the time. I might have to say I do at work, but when I relax why shouldn’t I be the submissive slut that I really am. It’s a woman’s natural place to be submissive to a man, after all. Wow, I am so looking forward to the slave auction and being sold for a day to one of you handsome guys. It will be such a pleasure to serve a guy. I intend it to start from tonight as well. I can’t wait. You won’t mind, will you Jake?’

‘Now Susan,’ Jake said grinning broadly and with slight shock at how well his commands were working. ‘You’re getting carried away. Let’s go sit with some of the English students over there.’ Jake pointed to a group of students, all dressed as Vicars and sluts sat watching Jake and Susan from a group of chairs with looks of disbelief on their faces.

‘See you later,’ the guy said with a smile and a look of surprise still on his face. ‘I think I can promise you I will be bidding.’

Susan wanted to run away. She couldn’t believe the way she had so obediently gone into that submissive diatribe simply because Jake had instructed her to. She couldn’t believe the way it made her feel. She had genuinely gotten close to an orgasm because of what she had just said. She knew she would continue in the same way with the other students. The thought was awful. But why was the thought continuing to turn her on so intensely? Why?

Jake moved over to the group and Susan helplessly followed – with her hand on her hips, swaying them and smiling.

‘Hi guys. You all know Doctor Redmond don’t you? She and I have been seeing each other a little recently and Susan thought it would be good for us to come to the party, didn’t you Susan?’

‘Yes,’ Susan said shakily, again with a rush of arousal because she knew what she was about to say again. ‘My aren’t you Vicars just the most handsome clergymen I’ve ever seen.’ As she said this she looked over the three guys seated around the table, paying deliberately particular attention at their crotches. One of them was John Terrence, and he clearly had a hard on. ‘Wow. You all look to be growing boys. I’m entering the slave auction later. Perhaps one of you would like to bid for me? I’m really looking forward to serving one of you lucky guys.

And be sure it will be from tonight.’ She winked, knowingly at them all as she said this. ‘I’m really quite a submissive slut when I’m not teaching all of that feminist garbage. Whoever gets me can look forward to some fun.’

‘Well I hope you don’t mind me bidding as well guys,’ Jake replied. ‘You can understand my eagerness to try to take her home myself.’

Susan felt a rush of relief this time that she might be going home with Jake rather than a stranger. Was that his intention? But surely he didn’t have the money to compete? There were lots of rich young people here. And with her dress and looks ... and what she was going to have to say later. Oh god! She didn’t want to think about that!
‘Whoever gets me is in for a great time. I can’t wait to be a slave. I feel it’s so natural for a woman,’ Susan continued, this time with a rush of arousal at the shocked looks of the girls in the group so intense that she nearly climaxed.
‘I really have to apologise,’ Jake responded. ‘Susan is getting a little carried away. Lecturing all of that feminism is quite oppressing for her and she tends to be a bit over the top the other way in her social life. The real her comes out in a big way as you can see. Anyway let’s sit down and relax before the auction.’

CHAPTER 7.

The announcer on the stage of the Students’ Union bar began to speak into his microphone. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Vicars and Sluts. I hope you are ready to bid because it’s time for the Slave Auction. All funds will be going to Oxfam so feel free to be generous. And we have some excellent slaves on show tonight, all agreeable to serve their buyer for a day and wait on them hand and foot. There were supposed to be five in all, however I’ve just been informed that apparently we have one of the English Department’s lecturers here to be sold as well, so there are six.’

There were whoops and whistles as he said this. Susan had stood to go on stage with the rest of the ‘slaves’ to be sold as the announcer started talking. When she was mentioned she realised loads of guys, including which were some of her own students, were staring at her lustfully, and a few with ‘phwoars’ of approval. Susan realised she was posing and responding, with her hand on her hip smiling and licking her lips. She tried to stop but couldn’t. Her legs then started taking her towards the stage – with her hips swaying sexily to even more ‘phwoars’ of approval.

Over the next few minutes three male students and two nervous looking girls were sold to other students to be their willing slaves for the day for sums ranging from five to twenty pounds. Each time the buyer came on stage and led their slave for a day off. Finally it was Susan’s turn.

This time Susan fought like she had never fought before to avoid obeying the commands Jake had given her; to instead run out quickly before she began to. She couldn’t say and do what he had told her! She wouldn’t!

Despite all her best efforts though as soon as the announcer started talking Susan began obeying Jake’s instructions.

‘So now we have the final lot for the day, and one that sounds quite popular with all of you guys out there, so make sure you bid generously. I give you the English department’s Susan Redmond.’

Susan walked over to the guy smiling and swaying her hips sexily, her face turned to the crowd of whooping and whistling students. She then pulled the microphone off him and turned to face the crowd before speaking as she had been instructed.

‘Okay guys. You all know me. I’m an English lecturer with a speciality in Psychoanalytical feminist film criticism. I’ve written lots of papers on the subject. But let me tell you boys I don’t believe a word of any of that bullshit. I believe the place of a beautiful woman is to serve a man as his obedient slave. Tonight I’m here to prove it in practice. I’m going to serve one of you lucky boys as his slave girl for a whole day. And I don’t mean follow you around with an embarrassed smile and fetch and carry for you like those last five will be doing. I intend to make sure you are pleasured in every way. And I mean every way boys.’ Susan gave an exaggerated wink at the crowd as she said this, just as she had been told to, who were whooping and whistling even louder now. ‘Now you boys get those bids in and whilst you do I’ll show you the goods.’

With that Susan gave the microphone back to the stunned looking announcer and began to sensuously undo her lacy top whilst pouting at the crowd – just as Jake had told her to. She then slowly peeled it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor leaving herself topless.

‘Well ... err .. perhaps we should start the bidding then,’ the stunned announcer said. ‘Anyone start with ...’

‘Thirty pounds,’ a guy in the crowd shouted.

‘Forty,’ another answered.

Susan felt mortified. She was still fighting with all her might to leave the stage and run. Instead she had now turned her back to the crowd, unzipped the little pink stretch mini skirt, and was bending sticking out her butt and peeling it down over the cheeks. The worst of it was the way it made her feel; something Jake had not told her to feel and as over the past week the thing about the whole situation which confused her the most. She felt incredibly aroused to the point of an orgasm; her pussy saturated with it.

‘Fifty! Sixty!’

Susan dropped the little skirt to join her lacy top and then began to pace up and down the stage, her hand on her hip, her head turned to the cheering, bidding crowd, now dressed in only patterned stockings and suspenders, panties, stilettos and a smile. She could see Jake at the back of the crowd; watching and grinning but not bidding. She felt herself almost willing him to.

‘Seventyfive! Eighty! Ninty!’

Susan continued to pace up and down sexily smiling and the bidding continued. It was soon up to one-hundred and twenty, and then began to slow. At last it stopped at one-thirty.

‘Do we have anymore? No? No more?’ the announcer said.

Susan glanced over to see the final bidder. Her eyes opened in horror. It was John Terrence. No! She couldn’t serve that sexist perv as his slave! She couldn’t do what Jake had told her to with him!

‘Going once.’

Susan thought of what Jake had told her to do on stage for the winning bidder. ‘Oh no!’ she thought as she saw Terrence in the crowd licking his lips.

‘Going twice.’

She then thought of what Jake had told her to do with the bidder throughout their day of ownership. ‘Serve them obediently in every way and enthusiastically. And refer to them at all times as Master.’ ‘Oh no!’ Susan thought again.

‘Two hundred,’ a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Susan turned and saw Jake’s hand in the air. She felt rush of relief which immediately made her feel angry with herself.

‘We have another bid. Is there any rise on two hundred. Going once. Going twice. Sold to the guy over there for two hundred pounds.’

More cheers ensued as Jake made his way to the stage. He climbed up it and walked over to the announcer, ignoring Susan who continued to pout, smile and stand sexily as he had earlier instructed her to. She watched him take out a large looking wallet and count out two hundred pounds; something which surprised her. He then walked over to her smiling and licking his lips with the announcer in toe. ‘Oh god,’ Susan thought, as she knew what she now had to do.

Shakily Susan reached over to the announcer and took his microphone again. As she was doing so Jake, continuing to lick his lips in satisfaction put his hands on his hips standing with legs apart in a dominant pose.

Obediently Susan then knelt down before Jake as she had been instructed to do earlier in the evening to the winning bidder. She heard the crowd going silent in fascination at her behaviour. As she had also been instructed Susan then looked up at Jake doe eyed, and put her hands together in a praying pose in front of her with the microphone between them. She then began to speak.

‘Thank you for purchasing me. You are now my Master for the next day and I humbly beg for permission as a submissive slut to serve you. I promise I will serve you with the upmost obedience and compliance in every way.’ There were now more whoops and whistles as Susan said this. She also heard some say ‘lucky bastard.’

The worst thing about this was she felt on the brink of an orgasm; something Jake had not told her to feel. Why!

Jake took the microphone off her. ‘I would be only to pleased to be your Master, wench,’ he said with a voice that sounded a mixture of amusement and lust. ‘Stand up and follow me.’ Jake then walked, smiling at the crowd to the edge of the stage. Quickly rising and picking up her clothes Susan blushing followed.

* * *

Jake walked over to Gordon Terrence with the nearly naked Susan in toe, tripping along on her heels to keep up. Guys throughout the Union bar were staring and shaking their heads at the semi-naked English lecturer. Once there Jake paused. Susan stopped also. She felt totally vulnerable only in panties, stockings, suspenders and heels, and with half the campus staring at her lustfully. She wished she could cover up or get dressed, but she had been told to smile and look sexy at everyone at the party, so instead she did just that, posing with a hand on her hip again.

‘I thought I had her there for a minute,’ Terrence said to Jake, smiling at Susan at their side and looking her over. ‘I have to admit to being quite annoyed that you outbid me. She turned into a bit of a tease recently and I was looking forward to seeing if she would really back it up.’

Despite feeling anger at what Terrence had just said Susan smiled back and winked at him seeing him staring at her.
Jake looked ponderously between Terrence and Susan for a few seconds. ‘I’ll tell you what. Come with me and we can discuss it. Slave, follow,’ Jake said firmly smiling at Susan.

‘Yes Master,’ Susan heard herself say, despite feeling instant anger at his disrespect.

Jake, followed by Terrence, walked out of the main bar area of the Union building until he found the office areas out back. Susan, semi-naked, followed along behind.
The offices were deserted in the evening. Jake entered the first office he came across, switched on the light and beckoned Terrence and Susan in before shutting the door behind them. The room was small with only a chair and desk and some shelving with files on them.

‘So,’ Jake said. ‘In what ways do you think Susan’s been a tease then? I’m interested to know what she’s been up to.’

‘Well I suppose all the dressing in sexy gear, and when I was waiting for a bus at the bus stop last week she deliberately dropped a pen so she could pick it bending over to show off her backside. And all of that winking and pouting. I’m curious to see if she’s just a teaser or is as hot as she pretends to be.’

‘Mmmm,’ Jake said looking at Susan with a wicked smile on his face. ‘I’ll tell you what. I do feel a bit bad about outbidding you at the last minute, especially as I have Susan full time as my girlfriend now. How about I let you have her for an hour to see for yourself?’

Susan opened her eyes in horror at Jake’s suggestion. But as Terrence looked at her eagerly she simply smiled and pouted as she had been told to, glancing down to his crotch openly, which she saw was beginning to bulge.

‘Sounds like a great idea,’ Terrence said.

‘Good. Okay then. Slave,’ Jake said addressing Susan again with the same contemptuous disrespect. ‘You will stay here with John for the next hour. I’ll leave you to his gentle mercies. Make sure you come straight back to my room afterwards. See you then.’ Jake then went to the door and walked out leaving Terrence and Susan alone.

Terrence looked from the door to Susan and gave her another once over licking his lips. Susan gulped.

CHAPTER 8.

Jake went straight to his room. He paced around for a few minutes excitedly, then he watched a film for a while to calm him down. Then he took all his clothes off, poured himself a beer and lay on his bed naked wondering when Susan would arrive back.

An hour later there was a knock on his door. Jake shouted, ‘Come in,’ and Susan entered. She was dressed again, but her hair was a little dishevelled.

‘Oh, good to see you Slave,’ Jake said eagerly. ‘Take your skirt, panties and top off and come and lie next to me girl.’

‘Yes Master,’ Susan said, immediately beginning to undress. As she did so her emotions were unreachable. She undressed robotically and came to lie beside him, still expressionless. As she stared at his chest Jake spoke.

‘I take it that you and John ... had some fun then?’

Susan was quiet and did not answer.

‘What happened after I left?’ Jake said now more firmly.

‘We had sex on the table Master,’ Susan replied looking up at him briefly, her expression not changing. ‘I did exactly what he said. You didn’t tell me to. You told me stay with him. I did it. And I enjoyed it and came twice whilst he fucked me. I suppose I did it because I’m a submissive and can’t help obeying what men tell me to do; just like you said I am. I did it because I’m a submissive slut. You’re right about me. And I never knew.’ Susan breathed in deeply and sighed. ‘All of my work. All of the angst and emotion that drove it. All wasted. All lies. I’m submissive and I never knew it. All the time just waiting for a man to tell me what to do. I don’t know whether to thank you or curse you – Master.’ Susan looked up at Jake as she said this with tears in her eyes.

It was Jake’s turn to be looking at Susan in open mouthed surprise now. ‘So you ... you accept that you’re natural place as a woman is in submission?’ he said.

‘I accept that it is certainly and obviously my place Master,’ Susan replied in a defeated tone. ‘I’m still not sure that I agree all women are like me or even the vast majority. But after what I have done over the last week and particularly over tonight I think it undeniable that I am.’

Jake gently embraced her and pulled her to him. ‘You know I’ve wanted you for so long. All I wanted was you to stop hating me and men. None of this needed to happen.’

Susan looked at him slightly puzzled. ‘Yes it did,’ she said. ‘I would never have known what I am otherwise.’ She then kissed Jake on the lips gently. ‘All I would ask is you never give me to anyone else or make me do anything too outlandishly humiliating again Master.’

‘Okay,’ Jake said kissing her back. ‘I promise.’

‘I’m going to lose my job because of what you made me do this week Master. You know that don’t you?’ Susan said with a slightly melancholy tone.

Jake kissed her again before replying. ‘My father owns one of the biggest chemical companies in the world. I’ll be a Director at the end of this year when I graduate. I’ll be in need of a Secretary. I think you’ll fit the bill nicely. You don’t have to worry.’

‘Mmmm,’ Susan said purring and kissing Jake gently. ‘That sounds an interesting offer.’

Jake kissed her back. Then pausing he said, ‘Oh, speaking of graduating, what mark did you give me for that essay in the end?’

‘Seventy-one percent,’ Susan replied. She then kissed Jake again before continuing. ‘It didn’t need much of a feminist critique in the end. I wished I’d given it ninety-five – Master.’


THE END

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