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WVC Ch. 28: The Photography Class

After the private posing session I did for the Gang of Three in Ms. Reynolds classroom (WVC Ch.27 - the Private Drawing Session), Valerie and Erika waited for the other students to leave. Then the two Club members escorted me outside to make certain none of the three were lying in wait on the steps of the Art Building. I had hoped to be able to spend some social time with either one, but they both had school work to do. Or so they said. We parted ways in the middle of the campus on the walkway that led back to their sorority.

I guess I believed them. Neither had that mischievous glint that might have signaled an ulterior intent, so I trudged back across campus to my dorm. I had told Chandra that I needed to study, and it was true. As I approached the coed dorm, I realized that I was hoping she might be lurking in the lobby or outside my door in our shared hallway. I was more than a little disappointed not finding her in either location.

Locking the door behind me, I settled in for a night of studying. When I fired up my computer, I found the e-mail that I had missed, the one Erika did receive. From the Political Science Department, it read.

"You are to be the subject of a private drawing session, supervised by your trainer. You are to report to Ms. Reynolds' art classroom at 2:00 PM on Saturday. Continue to take the diamond shaped energy pills as well as the herbal supplements tonight and Saturday. Under your normal clothes, wear your Display Suit #2, the blue posing pouch with the restraining straps. You are not to ejaculate during the session."

There was a second e-mail as well, this one had originated in the English Department.

"You are to be the model for a photography class led Professor Eva Redmond. Report to the Room 301 in the Art Building at 7:15 PM on Wednesday, April 29. You are to take the herbal supplements and the diamond shaped energy pills beginning on Tuesday, and the following day. Eat lightly, dress casually, and bring your leather collar and the full body harness you got at the Velvet Fist. Ms. Redmond has your Display Suit #4, and she will provide the rest of the costume you will wear. You are reminded not to ejaculate during class."

This e-mail must have been the one Erika saw before the private drawing session. I'd never been photographed before. The prospect left me feeling both nervous and excited at the same time, and it was still four days away. Pulling out the box from underneath my bed, I rummaged through the various display suits and pieces of equipment. Laying out the metal and leather harness out on top of my bed, I shivered, wondering what else I'd be wearing for the class that the teacher would provide. And I couldn't remember exactly what Display Suit #4 was.

I'm not sure how I managed, but I focused on studying the rest of the night, sitting on pillow on the desk chair. The welts on my ass were still quite tender. Sunday was spent hitting the books as well, trying not to think about the upcoming photography class. Ms. Redmond? I was certain that I'd seen or heard the name before, but I couldn't place her.

The days passed quickly. In between studying for exams and finishing papers, I wondered how this would be different from posing for a drawing class, suspecting that the poses would be more rapid, maybe like the class with Ms. Reynolds where I'd danced to music she played (WVC Ch.12 - the Intermediate Drawing Class #3). And judging from the comments made at the end of the private posing session, the Gang off Three would be there. I wondered if I would know anyone else.

By the time Wednesday evening came, my nervous energy had increased to the point I couldn't eat any dinner, no matter what my instructions were. And my cock stayed thick and heavy, filling out the pouch of my cut-offs. Assuming I'd be changing into my gear as soon as I got to the class room, I decided to go commando. After stuffing my bondage gear into a small carrying bag, I set off across campus and arrived promptly at 7:15. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The voice was low and all business. Timidly, I opened the door and entered the classroom, closing it softly behind me. Tallish, with close cropped blonde hair, the instructor rose from her desk and strode toward me, wearing black pants that hugged her slim hips and a white t-shirt under a purple sleeveless vest. Despite my best intentions, my eyes dropped to her chest. She didn't seem to be particularly well endowed. A brief smile flitted across her attractive features as she held out her hand. High cheekbones on her narrow face gave her the faint look of a high fashion model.

"Hello, Bill. I'm Professor Redmond. It's good to see you again."

As I mumbled my greeting, her smile grew broader. Her handshake was firm, almost brusque. Still griping my hand, she continued.

"We met the day you were trying on the posing suits."

Immediately, I flushed red. Now I remembered her, especially the forthright way she fondled my cock. Behind her fashionable glasses, her dark brown eyes twinkled as she finally released my hand, dropping her gaze down to the bag I held.

"Did you bring your costume?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Excellent! Put on the collar."

Nodding meekly, I dug into the bag and retrieved the shiny black leather. Crossing her arms over her meager chest, she watched as I fastened it around my neck.

"Good. Now the harness.'

Pulling it out of the bag, I held it up for her, the shiny rings and buckles glinting in the lights. She was still smiling as she shook her head.

"You'll need to take off your clothes to put it on, Bill."

I looked around for a changing area. One end of the long room was closed off by a black curtain, so turned toward it, assuming that I was to change on the other side.

"Where are you going?"

Her words were curt so I stopped immediately. Gesturing toward the curtain, I asked.

"Isn't that where I change?"

"No. Our photography stage with all the props and equipment is behind that curtain. You can change out here."

"Here?"

She nodded as she checked her watch.

"Yeah, and we only have a few minutes before the students start to arrive."

The tall blonde took the harness out of my hands.

"Hurry up.'

With a deep breath, I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and tossed it onto the nearest desk. Kicking off my sandals, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them slide down my legs. She watched closely as I stepped out of them, her brown eyes focused on the thick log swinging between my thighs. Bending over to retrieve my shorts from the floor, I dropped the denim cut-offs on top of my shirt. Professor Redmond made me wait a moment as she gazed down to my twitching cock, watching it thicken and grow longer under her direct scrutiny.

"Good."

Untangling the leather straps, the attractive blonde arranged the harness and held it up for me. The broad straps formed a pair of Xs, each centered on a large metal ring. Another shiny ring hung lower, attached to a single strap attached to what seemed to be the waist belt.

"Lift up your arms."

As I obeyed her instruction, she slipped the cold leather and metal up over my arms and down across my shoulders so that one X separated the pectoral muscles on my chest while the other centered on my back. After buckling the wide belt and cinching it tightly around my waist, she adjusted the crossing straps and stepped back. Glancing down, she nodded at the glittering ring hanging directly in front of my bare crotch.

"You know where that ring goes, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Without waiting for any more directions, I bent over and started working the shiny metal down over my cock and balls. She stood with her hands on her slim hips, watching me pull my still softened shaft through the rigid circle before I stuffed first one and, then my other ball through the ring as well. Once the ring completely encircled both, I squeezed more skin through the tight aperture until the shiny metal nestled firmly against my lower abdomen.

When I had finished, I straightened up and let her look. Behind the glasses, her brown eyes gleamed as my cock started to thicken and fill, stretching out away from my thighs, gradually rising until it was pointing directly back toward the blonde. Reaching into her front pocket, she nodded approvingly as it twitched higher, still no fully erect.

"Excellent! Put this on."

The bit of cloth she held out to me was bright red. I just stared at it.

"It's the display suit that was too small for you."

"Oh."

Vaguely, I remembered that Erika had kept one of the suits to make adjustments. Taking it from her, I saw that was a spandex pouch with two holes, one rimmed with tight elastic and the other with a rigid ring, probably metal like the one that now circled my balls and swelling cock. When I hesitated, she smiled.

"It's a ball pouch. The elastic opening goes on first."

Nodding as if I knew what I was doing, I bent over again and stretched the elastic, sliding it over the reddish bulb. My engorged knob was just a little too swollen for the hole with the metal.

"Squeeze the head of your cock so it will slide through."

And that worked. Forcing the blood to reverse and flow back down the thickened shaft allowed my cockhead to shrink enough so that the rounded bulb could pop though the unyielding hole. Sliding the rigid ring all the way down my stalk, I nestled it against my balls, circling the very base. As I straightened up again, the blood rushed back into my crotch, filling my cock and causing it to extend out, twitching eagerly as it stretched toward the short haired blonde.

Looking down, I watched the veins bulge out along the sides of my darkening stalk, and I suddenly remembered why this suit had to be altered. The ring around the base of my stalk had been too small. Judging from the intense shade of red my cockshaft was turning, I wasn't sure that any change had been made. I glanced up at Ms. Redmond, and her brown eyes were focused on my angry looking cock, now fully erect and quivering as it jutted out from between my thighs.

"Oh. That's looks a bit uncomfortable. Is it?"

She didn't raise her gaze above my waist as I answered.

"A little."

"Well, no one will see it anyway. Here, put his on over it."

She tossed me what appeared to be a matching G-string, made of the same shiny spandex. With my deep purple hard-on waving proudly before me, I stepped into the elastic straps and pulled the shiny thong up my legs. But as I pulled the pouch up over my engorged cock, I realized that it was way too big. Although the straps fit snugly on my hips and up the crack of my ass, the pouch was huge, offering absolutely no support for my bobbing hard-on. I looked up to see a bemused expression on the teacher's face.

"Is this right, Ms. Redmond? Is it supposed to be this loose?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she stepped closer, her dark eyes glittering behind the glasses as she examined the shimmering pouch.

"I'm not sure. Assume the position."

Without any hesitation, I clasped my hands on top of my head and shuffled my feet apart, which sent my hard-on swinging freely inside the baggy suit. As she watched it come to a jerking, twitching halt, she shrugged again.

"This is what I was told to have you wear."

I caught my breath as she reached down to cup my balls, tightly bound in the shiny material. After a couple of friendly squeezes, she released them and curled her hand around the base of my stalk. With a one firm stroke all the way up and then down the full length of my stiff pole, Professor Redmond tested the limits of the stretchy material, pulling it forcefully against my straining cockhead as she completed the one pump and pressed the back of her fist into my balls. I gasped at the strength of her stroke.

And then she let go, studying the way my projecting pole swung back and forth. After a short minute, she swatted the rounded knob, causing it bounce wildly.

"I see what you mean. Turn around."

Shuffling my feet, I turned away from her with the bulging pouch swaying heavily before me. After just a moment's pause, she palmed my bare ass and I jumped.

"Excellent. No sign of any marks."

Giving my butt a firm squeeze, she let go and crossed the floor toward the black drapes.

"Oh. You know about that?"

I couldn't stop myself from blurting out the question. With her hand on the edge of curtain, she turned back to me, a smile playing across her lips.

"Oh yes. I'm a Club alumna. Word gets around. Come on, let's get you ready. The students will be here shortly."

With that, she yanked the heavy drapery aside to reveal a low stage dominated by a large cross of St. Andrew at the back of the platform. Amid tables strewn with equipment, other wooden structures stood along the edges while a second black curtain formed a backdrop. Nimbly, she hopped upon the stage and motioned me to join her. With the prominent hard-on swinging excitedly inside my flimsy G-string, I followed her up onto the platform.

"And now for the final touches -- "

From a table at the side of the platform, Ms. Redmond picked up a pair of leather armbands and fastened them around my upper arms, emphasizing the bulge of my biceps. Next, she held up a pair of leather cuffs and attached them to my wrists. Satisfied that they were not too tight, she then knelt on the floor between my legs and fastened an identical pair around my ankles. Finally, she retrieved a black leather mask and stepped close behind me, careful to avoid the distended pouch of my neon red suit. Expertly, she put the half mask on my head, arranging the eyeholes so I could see.

"You may know some of the students in class, so this will give you anonymity."

She glanced down at the bloated front of my thong. The quivering bulb made the shiny cloth shimmer under the bright lights, emphasizing the size of my swollen pouch.

"On the other hand, they may recognize you anyway."

Cupping her hand over the bulge of my cockhead, she gave me a little squeeze through the thin material.

"Your most distinguishing feature is quite the talk on campus."

With a smirk, she gave me a couple of quick strokes before she released me and turned toward the back of the platform.

"Stay facing front."

As I complied with her command, I heard the clank of chains overhead. Glancing up, I saw a horizontal steel bar descending toward me. A short length of chain dangled from each end.

"We've been shooting a series of fantasy scenes this semester. Hold up your arms."

As I obeyed, I noticed that the ring around my cock and balls tightened as I raised my arms. And when the attractive professor attached my wrist cuffs to the clips hanging from the chains, the increased tension tugged my wobbling pouch up toward the ceiling.

"Good. Now spread your legs."

Following her directions caused the bulge in my flimsy suit to bounce wildly up and down. Shrugging off her purple vest, she tossed it onto a nearby table and retrieved a steel rod. Turning back to me, she carefully avoided my bobbing hard-on as she knelt on the floor to fasten my right ankle to the end of the spreader bar.

"You'll be the first male that my students have had the opportunity to photograph."

As she ducked under my twitching G-string to attach my left ankle, I couldn't help but to stare down at the curves of her chest. Smallish in size, her breasts appeared to be round and firm beneath the sleeveless top, but what caught my eye were the prominent nipples that crowned them, large and pinkish brown through the thin cotton, and very obviously erect. My cock twitched as I watched her fasten my ankles to the rigid bar. When she finished, she rose to her feet and squared her shoulders, which thrust her stiff nipples out toward me.

"And having you in this series will be a special treat."

After a glance down at my quivering pouch, she nodded approvingly and stepped back to evaluate her work securing me to the structure. Even though my wrists and ankles were firmly attached to the bars, I could pivot in place and had quite a wide range of movement.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes Ma'am, I guess so."

"You look yummy! Now, it's time for me to don my costume."

She grinned at my look of surprise.

"Oh yes. I'll be in the shots with you."

After pulling the front curtain closed, she smiled as she moved the light poles that lined the sides of the stage, switching on each one and adjusting the beams so they were focused directly on me.

"I've been a model for a number of the other sessions. I like being in front of a camera."

Once she finished with two sets of poles, the attractive blonde hurried past me to the back of the stage, out of my sight. I could hear the sound of what must have been the zipper of her pants as she continued.

"Sometimes, I think I like being a model even more than I do being behind the lens."

I heard the classroom door open and close, and then again. The students were beginning to arrive. The animated tones of their voices and the vibrant sound of their nervous laughter betrayed them. They had same excitement that I felt.

"I better get back out front."

As she brushed by me, Professor Redmond didn't give me a second look. The black boots clicked briskly below her long white robe, and aside from the boots, I couldn't tell what kind of costume she wore. After dismounting the stage, she slipped between the curtains, careful to keep the edges from swinging open.

"Good evening, girls. Please take your seats while we wait for everyone to arrive."

The door swung open and closed twice more, and then the blonde professor called the class to order.

"Girls, girls, can I have your attention? As promised, we have a young male as our model tonight, a special treat that I know many of you have been eagerly awaiting. I know I have."

There were some nervous giggles, but she plunged ahead.

"We're continuing with our fantasy series, and he is appropriately attired. As I've done in the past with our models, I will be assisting him with some of the poses, and joining him in others. Are there any questions?"

An awkward silence followed. I guess there were no questions since she abruptly pulled back the curtain to reveal me hanging spread eagled in the middle of the small stage. There was a soft gasp as the students gawked at my harnessed body, and especially at the bright red G-string jutting out toward them.

Looking out over the classroom, I counted a total of seven students, all female, all armed with Nikons except for one Pentax. I spotted the Gang of Three, clustered together at one side of the room, whispering and giggling. And I recognized two students I'd met earlier in the semester in the campus coffee shop, a dark blonde with brown eyes and a strikingly pretty blue-eyed brunette. I couldn't remember their names, nor could I tell if they recognized me. But I certainly had caught their attention. They were talking excitedly, staring at my nearly nude body.

"As you can see, although he is securely restrained at his wrists and ankles, he can move quite freely with the rest of his body."

Stepping back up onto the low platform, the blonde instructor flashed a long expanse of bare leg. As she strolled to the table, I turned my eyes to the other two girls. One I'd never seen before, a short Hispanic-looking brunette with black eyes and a nicely rounded chest, while the other was a tall full-bodied black girl with long sleek legs, her dark skin in sharp contrast to the snug white shorts she wore. With a start, I suddenly recognized her as one of the sorority sisters I'd met last Saturday at Sigma Epsilon. I think her name was Regina, and she was strikingly attractive. Already fully erect, my cock twitched higher, the jerking movement readily visible inside the loose pouch.
"Although our model is quite experienced in posing for drawing classes, this will be his first time posing for a photography session."

After bending over a small stereo system on the nearest table, Ms. Redmond straightened up and took off her glasses, laying them down beside the stereo. As soft jazz began to filter through the room, she began to pull on a black leather mask. Unlike mine, it completely covered her head and upper face, although it left her mouth and chin exposed. With her short blonde hair tucked underneath the mask, only the gentle swell of her breasts and the sharp points of her nipples through the thin material of her robe betrayed her sex. With her dark brown eyes glittering behind the black leather, she smiled as she drew closer.

"I want you to take a deep breath and relax."

As I followed her instructions, she let her gaze trail down my body, nodding approvingly.

"Good. Now close your eyes and let your body move to the music."

Taking another deep breath, I shut my eyes and tried to ignore the beams of light focused on me. Slowly, I began to sway, dancing in place as I concentrated on the rhythmic beat. Because of the restraints binding my wrists and ankles, the only part of my body that really had any freedom was my torso, particularly my hips.

"Excellent! Just let go and feel the music."

As I tried to move in place, I only thing I could really feel was the bulging pouch swinging freely back and forth between my thighs. Keeping my eyes tightly closed, I heard the sound of chairs scraping the floor and then I sensed the students moving up onto the stage, closing in around me. Light flashes began popping, in front of me, off to my side, all around.

"That's it. Keep your eyes closed and let yourself go. See how far you can move to the music."

The jazz changed and became more energetic, faster and with a heavier beat. Encouraged by her words and feeling bold with my eyes squeezed shut behind the mask, I gyrated my hips, swaying from side to side and thrusting my bobbing hard-on out in front of me. The students responded, snapping of their cameras more rapidly as I danced, pumping my hips and vigorously bouncing the distended pouch up and down. Under the heat of the lights, my increasingly enthusiastic dancing caused me to start sweating. I could feel the beads rolling down my face out from under the leather mask as I continued swing my hips.

"Excellent! Now, keep your eyes closed while I attach more of your costume."

More of my costume? What else could there be?

As the music changed again, slowing down and becoming more sensuous, I followed the slackened pace and reduced my movements. As I sensed her hovering right in front of me, I kept the rhythm steady, swaying my hips from side to side. The flashes of light and the camera clicks didn't stop, so the students must be photographing her as well. And when she licked my left nipple, I jumped but kept my eyes closed, just as she'd instructed. As the professor sucked my button between her lips, I caught my breath and kept moving, more subdued now as she flicked it with her slippery tongue.

Feeling my nipple start to respond to her attention, burgeoning in her mouth, I shivered. When the nub finally stiffened between her lips, she spit it out and took the rigid tip between her fingers, pinching it, squeezing it, rolling it back and forth. Satisfied that the excited button couldn't swell any more, she let go and attached a clip to the tender point.

This time I yelped in pain, still keeping my eyes scrunched together as I jerked against the restraints, which set the weight bouncing and sent a sharp jolt of electricity down to the base of my cock. Firmly attached now, the swinging weight tugged on the super sensitive nub as the professor smacked me. Startled by her sudden attack, I just stood there as she first slapped my cheek. Then she followed with a sharp whack on my lower abdomen, just above the waistband of my bobbing pouch. Recoiling from that blow sent my jutting cock into another round of wild gyrations, which in turn set off another flurry of rapid clicking and camera flashes.

"Unless I give you permission, don't you dare move! Do you understand?"

With my eyes still shut, I nodded.

"Yes Ma'am."

Passively, I stood with the spreader bar keeping my feet well apart and my arms stretched overhead as Ms. Redmond repeated the procedure on my other nipple. Licking and sucking until it was firmly erect, she then pinched and pulled on that button until she was satisfied that it was as stiff as possible. This time when she fastened a weighted clip onto the excited tip, I didn't move a muscle.

"Much better. Now you may open your eyes."

The masked teacher was still standing in front of me, but she'd discarded her robe. I stared at her black leather corset, cut high up on her narrow hips, revealing her smoothly shaven pubic mound and the bright pink lips glistening below. Her firm breasts stood high and proud, bared by the upper edge of her corset, her surprisingly large nipples hard and erect with each pinkish brown circle sporting a shiny jeweled ring. My rigid cock bobbed enthusiastically, sending ripples through the loose pouch. Crowded around us, the students kept shooting, the lights flashing with each snap of the cameras.

I ignored them as Ms. Redmond stepped closer, holding my gaze as she grinned. Letting her fingers trail down the front of my torso, gliding between my pectoral muscles and the pair of small chains that hung from my nipples, she traced the broad leather strap that disappeared beneath the waistband of my G-string. Brushing her fingertips lightly over the spot where she'd smacked me, she broke her stare to look down at her hand. Tapping the reddened mark meaningfully, she whispered as the students continued to photograph both of us.

"You're going to obey me for the rest of the class, right?"

"Yes Ma'am"

Still keeping her brown eyes focused below my waist, she slipped the tips of her fingers just under the taut elastic and started to slide them back and forth, edging the tight band out away from my lower abdomen. I caught my breath. Was she going to yank it down and totally expose my raging hard-on?

"From now on, I want you to keep your eyes open. I want you to see what's going to happen to you."

Snapping the red waistband back into place, she spun on her heels and walked purposefully to one of the side tables. I admired the way her slim hips swayed back and forth, her bare ass cheeks revolving atop her sleek thighs. Even though some of the girls took her place in front so they could shoot close-ups of my trembling pouch, my eyes were only on the leather clad blonde.

After retrieving a riding crop, she turned back to face me. With a sly smile on her face, she flicked the end of her whip against the side of her high boot. The sound of the snap of leather on leather definitely caught my attention, and my stiff cock jerked higher. After strolling back across the stage, she slid the soft tip of the crop under my chin. Moving it lower as the camera flashes kept coming, she tapped the clips attached to my nipples, sending the weighted chains swinging and harsh shocks directly into my crotch. But I didn't flinch. Nodding in approval, she trailed the supple leather down my chest and across my abdomen until she reached the tightened waistband.

I held my breath as she traced the top edge of my quivering thong, running the leather crop back and forth along the elastic before she moved lower. Sliding the flexible tip down the side of my straining pouch, she caressed the underside of my swollen balls and then back up the other leg, outlining the edges of the shiny triangle. Then she tapped the end of my protruding pole, bouncing it lightly up and down.

Slipping the end of her crop under the trembling G-string, the leather clad instructor blonde lifted my rigid pole high into the air. Suddenly, I noticed the wet spot at the very tip of my throbbing hard-on, darkening the red cloth. The lubricating fluid flowing out of my cockhead had drenched the thin material. As the professor slid the black leather all around the engorged bulb, pressing the soaked nylon against the curves of my trembling cock, the shape and size of my raging erection became clearly visible. Watching closely, she tapped the rounded knob again and stated the obvious.

"It appears that our model has become sexually aroused."

Dropping her camera down to her side, the black girl bent over to examine my projecting pouch more closely, ignoring the other students as they kept snapping photographs. I wondered if Regina recognized me. And she must have known that she was close enough to my twitching G-string that she was likely to be included in the pictures.

"He's got a really big dick."

That sent the Gang of Three into a fit of barely suppressed giggles as the black girl glanced slyly up at me. She started to say something else, then changed her mind as her Hispanic friend saw an opportunity and took advantage. Kneeling on the floor between my widely parted legs, she aimed her Nikon upward, making certain to capture both my swollen pouch and Regina's smiling face in the frame. Ms. Redmond tapped the bloated end of my cock, sending the darkened spot on the thong bobbing up and down, and almost hitting the black girl in the chin. The cameras flashed.

"Is he going to lose the suit?"

Ignoring the question, the masked professor batted my hard-on again, a little harder this time. That set it bouncing wildly, threatening to escape the loose confines of the suit as the pace of flashing lights accelerated.

"We'd really like to see him nude."

Ms. Redmond still didn't respond, tapping the bloated knob in time to the slow beat of the music. The black girl had stopped any pretense of taking pictures, her dark eyes wide as she studied my swaying cock, now clearly revealed in the clinging material. As she leaned closer, the top edge of her t-shirt fell forward and gaped open, exposing the deep valley between her full breasts.

"Wow! His dick is really leaking a lot. Look how wet his suit is."

Like almost everyone else in the room, I looked down. The spot had grown. My dripping cockhead had saturated nearly all of the front of the wobbly G-string.

"Umm, yes. Apparently his penis does generate a lot of lubricating fluid."

Abandoning my trembling front of my thong, the photography professor began to flick the crop lightly against my lower abdomen, just above the edge of the taut waistband. I tried to stand still and resist the impulse to jerk away, but as she increased the intensity of her blows, and I couldn't withstand the assault. Each thwack of her whip sent my jutting erection into a series of wild gyrations. With their flashing cameras, the students captured every bouncing, swinging moment as Ms. Redmond circled the area around my crotch with her riding crop, snapping it across my thighs, on the outside of my hips, even flipping it up between my spread legs to land squarely on the underside of my balls. That last one really stung, and I reacted by jerking my hips up, causing my stiff cock to bounce violently up and down.

Stopping abruptly, she glared at me from behind the mask.

"Did I give you permission to move?"

I swallowed, feeling the tingling going from my pinched nipples all the way down to the base of my cock.

"No Ma'am."

"Then be still."

Turning her attention to the chains attached to my nipples, Ms. Redmond applied the crop to the bobbing weights, tapping one and then the other, causing the range of motion to increase until they were swinging back and forth in a full half circle, rising until they were parallel to the platform. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I didn't cry out or budge, holding my position as the cameras kept flashing.

As the heavy weights continued to swing, tugging on my aching buttons, she stopped and leaned close, sticking her tongue out. The pace of the camera clicks sped up as she licked the sensitive tip of my right nipple as it extended beyond the edge of the metal clip. I sighed as she bathed the swollen nub with her saliva, taking the rigid button between her lips and tenderly nursing on it. The students kept photographing us as she repeated the process with my left one.

Smiling slyly, she pulled her head back as she raised her crop until it was sticking up in front of my face. Holding my gaze, she lowered the leather against my nose, lightly tapping me before she slid it farther down, running the black leather back and forth across my lips. Reflexively, I opened my lips and she gently pushed the soft end inside. After sliding it in and out several times, she withdrew the dampened tip and trailed it farther down my torso, drawing a moist line on my bare skin.

As Ms. Redmond dropped her gaze to my chest, she located the erect button of my left nipple with the wet end of the crop and tapped it experimentally. Still staring at her target, she began tattooing the stiff nub with the black leather, gently at first, then picking up the intensity until she was really smacking the rigid tip. This time, I gasped under her steady assault, finally wincing at a particularly wicked blow and involuntarily jerking away.

With her eyes flashing, she grabbed the metal ring on the body harness and yanked me closer. Through clenched teeth, she hissed as the cameras kept popping.

"It seems you have a problem following my instructions. Didn't I tell you not to move?"

I swallowed, feeling my jutting cock throbbing urgently inside the flimsy G-string, the double rings keeping me adamantly erect.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Since you're having difficulty obeying me --"

Releasing her grip, she left her sentence unfinished and shoved me backwards. Stalking angrily back to the table, she tossed the riding crop onto the surface and picked up another whip. As she swung it ominously back and forth, the longish strands swishing in the air, she glanced toward the door and made eye contact another woman, a regal looking blonde wearing a severe black business suit.

I hadn't realized anyone else had entered the room. I'd been too preoccupied with Ms. Redmond and the seven photography students. The new arrival was very tall, probably taller than the masked instructor. With her arms crossed over what appeared to be a substantial chest, she stood with her high heeled feet spread apart, watching the scene unfold around me on the raised platform.

Her ash blonde hair was swept up onto the top of her head, and she wore a black business suit that contrasted sharply with her pale skin. The skirt was short and tight, clinging to her wide hips while the short sleeved jacket was buttoned up the front of her chest. Encased in sheer stockings, her shapely calves stretched the skirt material snugly across her thighs. The black dress shoes had a very high heel, emphasizing her imposing height.

As I was gazing across the classroom evaluating the elegant looking blonde, Ms. Redmond had circled behind me, swinging the new whip. As the students kept shooting, I heard the air swish before I felt the strands splay across my bare ass cheeks, the leather tips biting into my skin. I cried out and thrust my hips forward, sending the loose pouch between my legs bouncing wildly up and down The cameras flashed, trying to capture every bobbing movement.

Gulping air as I hung against the chains overhead, I felt the warmth of her body on my back as she drew close. Whispering in my ear, she let the stiff tips of her pierced nipples brush lightly across my shoulders.

"I told you to be still. You didn't follow my directions, did you?"

"No Ma'am. I didn't, but I couldn't help it."

She was silent for a moment, rubbing the warm metal of her nipple rings back and forth across my skin. I felt her hands glide down the sides of my torso, sliding around my waist onto my lower abdomen, pulling my ass back against her bare crotch. The heat coming from between her legs was unmistakable. As the students leaned in to focus on my swaying pouch, she ran her fingers lightly across the elastic waistband, fingertips dipping inside. I caught my breath as the students kept shooting.

With her thumbs above the waistband and all of her fingers just beneath the flimsy nylon, she pressed my hips back against hers, and began to sway to the soft jazz. Side to side, she forced me to keep time to the insistent beat. Her voice was too low for the students to hear.

"Since you can't seem to control yourself from moving, let's see you dance some more."

I assumed that she meant to dance together, with her fingers hovering near the base of my raging erection, and we did start off that way. But then the music changed, picking up the pace and gradually becoming wilder. When she pulled her fingers out of my thong and stepped back away from me, I should have guessed what would happen next. But the first stinging blow was still a surprise.

I yelped and thrust my drenched G-string out toward the delighted students. As my stiff cock bounced vigorously up and down, Ms. Redmond flailed away on my defenseless butt, landing one sharp smack after another. Rising up onto my toes, I tried to avoid her relentless assault, bobbing and weaving, not knowing when or exactly where she was going to direct the snapping strand of leather on my ass. The girls kept shooting. Some aimed their cameras on the teacher behind me and others attempted to get us both in the picture, but most of the lenses were focused on the wildly swinging pouch between my outstretched thighs.

Finally, she stopped. Tears were streaming down my face, emerging from under the black mask, dribbling down my cheeks and dripping off my chin to land on the wooden platform below. Fearfully, I waited to see what was next, my chest rising and falling as I gasped for air and my raging erection pulsing urgently beneath soaking wet nylon.

I jumped as she gently slid her hand onto my flaming butt, caressing the blazing skin, tender from the whip. Panting from her exertions, Ms. Redmond continued to palm my ass, softly massaging the sensitive surface. The very pretty brunette who'd I'd met early in the semester dropped her Nikon to her side, her blue eyes wide as she stared down at the tented cloth of my swollen thong.

"Wow! You really got him dancing."

As her blonde friend knelt on the floor and pointed her camera up at my twitching pouch, I suddenly remembered their names, Madison and Ashley. But I couldn't recall which was which. Now that I was stationary, the girls inched closer, taking more pictures of the trembling G-string. The blonde was so close that she nearly bumped the end of my protruding hard-on with her camera lens.

As Ms. Redmond let her fingers trail down into the valley between my ass cheeks, I shivered under her soft touch. Sliding lower, she pushed the elastic strap aside to tease my puckered hole as she agreed with the pretty brunette.

"You're right, Madison. He was definitely an animated dancer."

Still focusing her Nikon at the throbbing pole that jutted eagerly against the saturated pouch of my suit, the blonde Ashley asked.

"So are we going to get to photograph him nude?"

As the teacher fingered my sphincter, I caught my breath. I felt her brush her stiff nipples across my back before answering.

"Not tonight, girls. We're already past time for the class to end, aren't we?"

She kept teasing my ass as the tall brunette from the Gang of Three, Blair lowered her camera to check her watch. She was the one with the Pentax.

"Yeah. You're right, Ms. Redmond."

The girls were reluctant to retreat from the stage, especially since their instructor showed no sign of wanting the session to end. Whitney, the chesty leader of the Gang had a glint in her blue eyes as she asked.
"Can he come back for another session?"

That seemed to be a popular suggestion as a number of the students agreed.

"That would be great, Ms. Redmond!"

"Can he, please?"

"How about next week?"

Withdrawing her finger, the leather clad teacher patted my butt affectionately as she strolled downstage, herding the girls off the platform. The majestic looking blonde stood off to one side, watching.

"We'll see."

Ms. Redmond was noncommittal as she drew the black curtains shut, leaving me alone on the raised stage, still strung up and twisting in the air. The soft jazz was still pulsing in the classroom, but I heard the door open and close several times, presumably as the coeds left. After a few moments, the blonde instructor yanked open the curtain and joined me onstage. Other than discarding her mask, she wore the same costume.

As she stepped up onto the platform, I caught a glimpse of her exposed pussy lips, now reddened and noticeably moist and plump. The heat from the leather mask had flattened her short hair, and she tousled it with one hand as she approached. Behind her, the regal blonde in the business suit followed, flashing a long expanse of slim thigh as she lifted her tight skirt to mount the stage. My cock remained hard and stiff, quivering inside the flimsy nylon.

Stopping directly in front of me, she gazed down at the trembling pouch.

"He's got too much freedom of movement."

Sounding vaguely familiar to me, her soft voice had a clear tone to it, almost like she was a trained singer,

"We can attach his ankles to the floor."

"That should work. He needs to be held really still."

As the instructor bent over to flip open a pair of two metal covers in the wooden platform that hid a two heavy duty D rings, the other woman strolled over to one of the tables, casually unbuttoning her black jacket. She looked young, perhaps only a few years older than I was. I was certain that I'd seen her recently, but I couldn't remember where.

After releasing my ankles from the spreader bar, Ms. Redmond loosened the rope overhead so I could walk. As she guided me toward the front of the stage, I staggered the few steps until I stood between the widely separated D-rings. As the leather clad blonde hurried to the table to retrieve a couple of short links of chain, the newcomer leisurely shed her jacket, arching her back to slide it off her broad shoulders and down her arms. Her movement thrust out her chest toward me, her substantial breasts straining against the white cotton of her tailored blouse and causing wide gaps to appear between the over matched buttons. My rigid cock jerked upward, rippling the shiny cloth of the G-string.

"Any marks still on his back?"

The questions was directed to Ms. Redmond as she returned to where I stood, my arms still raised above my shoulders as I admired the way her small breasts jutted out over the black leather corset. Shaking her head, she sank to the platform beside me.

"None."

Nodding with satisfaction, the tall blonde watched as Ms. Redmond fastened one chain to the nearest D-ring and then stretched it to connect with the leather cuff around my ankle.

"Good."

As the leather clad teacher slid on the platform around behind me, the other woman turned away to riffle through the implements scattered on the table.

"What about his dick?"

"Nothing there either."

As Ms. Redmond bent over other D-ring and clipped the second chain to it, I realized that I would have to spread my legs much wider apart for the cuff on my left ankle to reach. The spreader bar had probably been only 18 inches long, while the distance between the D-rings was closer to 3 feet. After retrieving a small whip, the regal looking blonde turned back to us, letting the supple leather strands slide through her fingers.

"Excellent."

As she strolled across the stage toward us, she swung the whip lazily back and forth. I realized that the top button of her blouse had become undone, but that did little to relieve the tension her large breasts exerted on the white cotton. Coming to stand just a couple of feet in front of me, she steadily looked into my eyes before deliberately dropping her gaze down to my quivering pouch as it projected out toward her. Ms. Redmond started to ease my left foot into position so she could fasten the leather cuff to the chain when the taller woman stopped her.

"You'll need to relieve him of his suit."

Without a word, the instructor reached up and carefully pulled the elastic waistband down, peeling the sodden material off and revealing my throbbing hard-on. Freed of the loose G-string, my stiff cock swung back and forth, now a deep purple hue in sharp contrast to the bright red nylon stretched over my swollen balls. The pair of metal rings had done their work, one squeezing the base of the rigid shaft while the other circled my bloated balls.

Sliding the tiny thong down my legs, the kneeling woman held it steady so I could step out it, which set my jutting pole swinging wildly. Since my right foot was firmly fastened to the floor, she just left the drenched bit of cloth draped over the cuff around my ankle.

The newcomer stepped closer, holding the whip high between us and letting the soft tips trail across my trembling cock. Tapping the inside of my ankle, Ms. Redmond had me shuffle my free foot closer to the end of the chain so she could attach it. Obeying her unspoken instruction sent my raging hard-on bobbing up and down, energetically bouncing against the underside of the dangling tendrils of the small whip. It was almost like I was asking for the tall blonde to use it on me, on my protruding cock.

Once the instructor had secured my ankles far apart, she rose from the floor and disappeared behind me. Adjusting the overhead rope, she lowered the bar so that it rested across my shoulders. Working behind me, she unclipped my wrists from the metal rod and let it drop abruptly to the wooden stage. I jumped at the sudden thump, sending my stiff cock bobbing once more, lightly hitting the limp strands of the whip that the majestic blonde held. In her high heels and with my feet spread so wide, she towered over me. Still watching my excited pole jerk and twitch, she spoke softly.

"Do you know who I am, Bill?"

Obviously, she knew who I was. Swallowing before I replied, I shook my head and found myself staring directly at her massive chest. There a faint pink shade beneath the white cotton I hadn't noticed before.

"No Ma'am."

"You may call me Miss Michaels."

"Yes Ma'am, uh - Miss Michaels."

She let the leather strands play up and down the length of my hard-on, paying particular attention the rounded bulb, teasing my shiny skin with the feathery tips. As she continued to play with my engorged cockhead, Ms. Redmond stood up and raised my wrists back overhead, clipping them together and attaching them the end of the thick rope. The sound of her heels echoed on the wooden floor as she returned to the back of the platform. She began to hoist my bound wrists higher in the air as Miss Michaels lifted the soft leather strands before letting them drop on the top of my protruding hard-on. It tickled more than anything else.

"I'm glad you agreed to help us."

Agreed? With my arms stretched high in the air and my legs splayed wide apart, I was in no position to disagree.

"Ummm. Sure."

The clicking of Ms. Redmond's heels announced her return as the tall blonde raised the whip higher. When she brought it down across the top of my twitching cock, it had a little more bite and I winced. I was truly immobilized.

With her firm breasts projecting out over the top of the black leather, the shorthaired teacher joined the taller woman in front of me, staring down at my jutting cock, still bobbing up and down from the surprisingly gentle whip stroke. Without lifting her steady gaze, Miss Michaels handed over the leather whip.

"We don't have a lot time, Eva. With his feet spread this far apart, he'll soon get leg cramps."

Briefly, her bright blue eyes flickered up to meet mine.

"Let us know, okay?"

"Yes Ma'am, uh -- Miss Michaels."

Experimentally, Eva Redmond swung the small whip back and forth. I didn't have to wonder what her target would be. It was trembling in eager anticipation, pointing directly at the two blondes.

"Start slow. Easy strokes so you can build up from there, just like you would with a woman's pussy."

Her brown eyes wide, the leather clad blonde still hesitated, swishing the black leather strands. After another long moment, Miss Michaels spoke again. But this time it was a command.

"Whip his dick, Eva. Now!"

The teacher and I both inhaled together as she swung the whip up as high as her shoulder. As she brought it down, the tips of the tendrils struck the upper portion of my shaft, just below the metal ring that circled the base. If she'd been aiming at my exposed cockhead, she was off target.

"Again. Hit the head of his dick.'

Focused intently on her target, Ms. Redmond didn't hesitate this time, swinging the leather strands higher, up above her shoulders before she brought it down. Her aim was better too. It was a bullseye, and I winced under the direct blow, a reflex action causing my hips to jerk backward. But the restraints kept me from moving more than a couple of inches.

"Better. Again."

As she raised the whip higher still, over her head this time, I saw a glint in her brown eyes that I hadn't noticed before, one that had me concerned as she delivered a third blow. As before, she was squarely on target, giving my shiny cockhead a stinging smack with the ends of the leather strands. I couldn't help it. I cried out and pulled my defenseless hard-on back as far as I could manage.

With a sigh, Miss Michaels stepped in front of the other woman and took the whip. As she swung it lazily back and forth, she hiked up her short skirt so she could spread her high heels wider apart, baring her muscular thighs almost up to her crotch. Staring at her, I realized that another button on her tight blouse had become undone, revealing the soft creamy swell of her upper chest. My cock twitched higher in appreciation.

"The object here is not to hurt him."

Swinging the black leather in a broader arc, she let the tendrils fall across the top of my straining knob. I shivered at the contact, but I didn't recoil from the much softer blow.

"The object is to tease him right to the edge."

As the next stroke landed, it just a bit harder, but not enough the cause me to pull away. With her free hand, the towering blonde reached up and released one more struggling button of her tight blouse. The lacy edges of a well filled pink bra peeked at me. I licked my lips as she lifted the whip once more.

"And if you do it right --"

And she left it fall, expertly curling the leather tendrils over the flaming bulb. In response to this whip stroke, I stretched against my restraints, shoving my hips forward and to thrust my quivering cock out toward her. Her eyes lit up.

"There! You see that?"

When she delivered another light smack with the whip and the strands snaked all around my taut cockhead, I did it again, trying to hump the biting ends of the black leather. As my trembling pole jounced up and down, the blonde teacher exclaimed.

"Wow!"

"That's what you want. You want him to shove his dick up against the whip, just like that, trying to get off. Of course, you don't let him cum. You just keep him teetering on the edge."

Grinning at the shorter woman, Miss Michaels handed her back the whip.

"Now you try it again."

There was a fierce determination in Ms. Redmond's eyes as she flexed the black leather.

"Let the weight of the whip do most of the work, Eva."

Jaws clenched and bare nipples pulsing urgently, she nodded as she mimicked the taller woman and swung the whip up. I caught my breath and waited. The tendrils fell across the dark purple knob, perfectly placed so the tips lightly smacked the shiny skin and sent my jutting hard-on bobbing up and down. Miss Michaels nodded approvingly.

"That's it. Now try it again."

This time as she swung the black leather up over her shoulders, I pushed my hips slightly forward, offering her a better target. And once more, she scored a direct hit, setting my rigid pole in motion.

"Eva, I think you've got it. See how close you can get him to orgasm just by whipping his dick."

After she watched the leather clad blonde land another bullseye on my inflamed cockhead, Miss Michaels sauntered back to the table with her short skirt still hiked well above her knees. With her back to us, she shrugged the white blouse off her broad shoulders and tossed it onto the table. A sturdy pink bra strap bisected her back while a pair of narrow ones snaked over the curve of her shoulders.

Picking up another whip, she turned back to us. Despite having the bare breasted photography professor in front of me flailing away at my exposed hard-on, my eyes were on the tall blonde. Pale creamy flesh spilled from both sides of the over matched bra cups, jiggling with each step as she strolled back across the stage. By now, Ms. Redmond had found her rhythm, swatting my stiff pole with authority. Unconsciously, I matched her pace, thrusting against my restraints to angle my hips up toward her and raise my cock to receive every tantalizing blow. Smiling broadly, Miss Michaels paused to watch, holding the whip handle in one hand while caressing the supple leather strands with the other.

"Very nicely done, Eva. You can also whip his dick on the underside, like this."

Stepping aside to give the taller woman room, Ms. Redmond crossed her arms just below her breasts while she watched, lifting the perky nipples up so the overhead lights glinted off their shiny metal adornment. Unfurling the black strands, the majestic blonde swung the whip back and forth, getting a feel for the heavier weight and extended length. Expertly, she swung the whip up between my splayed legs so that the flexible ends wrapped around my thickened shaft. I shivered at the contact, but made no effort to recoil from the blow.

"See? If you do it right, it will take him right to the edge of an orgasm this way too."

Looking dubious, the short haired teacher stepped closer and began to swing her whip.

"What about his balls? Aren't they really vulnerable hanging down underneath him?"

"Normally, yes. But remember that he's wearing a ball pouch, and even that little bit of cloth gives him some protection."

"Oh. Okay."

Gazing doubtfully down at my quivering hard-on, Ms. Redmond swung the small whip up and lightly smacked the rigid pole as it stuck straight out toward her. I exhaled in relief. Being a smaller whip, the gentle stroke she delivered was little more than a tickle.

"He can take more than that.

To show her just how much, Miss Michaels put her whip back in motion, smacking the underside of my bloated cock with a little more authority. I winced in response, but kept my hips still. Glancing down, I watched my raging hard-on bounce freely. The ring around the base of my shaft had squeezed it so tightly that the entire stalk had turned a deep purple, with the thick veins along the sides bulging ominously.

Swinging her smaller whip again, the bare breasted teacher landed another direct hit, firmer this time and my distended pole bobbed higher up into the air. Nodding with approval, Miss Michaels gestured with her whip toward the end of my rounded bulb.

"Keep an eye on the tip of his dick."

Letting her whip hang limply down by her side, Ms. Redmond leaned over and peered curiously at the shiny knob.

"What am I looking for?"

"You see how wide open his cockhole is?"

Examining the gaping slit, she nodded.

"When he starts to leak, let me know."

Coiling the strands of the whip in her free hand, the taller blonde turned to go.

"Where are you going?"

The tall blonde paused, a sly grin crossing her attractive face as her blue eyes met mine.

"I'm going to warm up his butt. You keep whipping his dick."

As Miss Michaels sauntered out of sight behind me, the shorter woman stepped back and unfurled the smaller whip. After swinging it back and forth, she aimed it up between my splayed open legs, snapping the ends against the underside of my trembling cock. I jerked in response, sending it bobbing wildly. I think she was feeling more confident. But I didn't have time to evaluate her growing self-assurance as the first stroke across my bare butt captured my attention. Miss Michaels suffered no such lack of confidence.

Despite the limited range the restraints gave me, I thrust my hips forward, trying to avoid the next stinging blow from behind. Ms. Redmond took advantage of the jutting target that I offered her, angling the strands of her whip upward and landing another direct hit on my bloated pole. This time I cried and pulled back, just in time to receive the second sharp smack on my exposed ass from the unseen blonde.

Reversing the direction of her stroke, the leather clad blonde began to swing her whip in a circle, making a full revolution so that the black tendrils crashed down on the upper surface of my straining hard-on and the flexible ends wrapped around the engorged bulb. I yelped as the tips bit into my tender skin.

Back and forth like a ping pong ball, they bounced me, first establishing a rhythm and then gradually increasing the pace. Tears begin streaming down my face again, emerging from under the leather mask and coating my cheeks. As the teacher labored in front of me, flailing away on my purplish cock, I couldn't help but admire her firm breasts, high and shallow on her chest, riding proudly above the black corset and crowned with fiercely erect nipples, large and pinkish brown, decorated with the glittering metal.

After a few minutes of this, I realized a gradual change had occurred. Instead of attempting to evade the dueling whips, I found that I was now adjusting my hips and rising to meet each stroke. As Ms. Redmond swung her whip in the freewheeling circle, I stretched out toward her and lifted my hips as I high as I could, offering my bouncing hard-on up to the stinging tips. And after the blow, I arched my lower back and thrust my butt back to receive Miss Michaels' longer, more powerful whip.

"Stop!"

Surprised by the sudden outburst, the photography professor complied, her bare chest heaving as she panted, the swollen nipples pulsing urgently in the spotlights. Caught up in an approaching climax, I kept struggling against the restraints, pushing my hips forward and back, my gleaming cock bobbing vigorously as I humped the air in front of me. When the taller blonde emerged from behind me, I saw that she was breathing heavily as well. Swinging the black leather whip, Miss Michaels strolled around to stand right in front of me. I blinked. She'd discarded her skirt, wearing only a tiny pair of pink panties on her ample hips. As I gawked at her stunning figure, she used her free hand to point at the tip of my quivering cock.

"See that? He's leaking."

Tearing my eyes away from her exquisite form, I saw that she was correct. The rounded end of my knob was shiny with lubricating fluid.

"Did he cum?"

Ms. Redmond was standing with her mouth open, starring down at my throbbing pole. Draping the strands of her whip over the top of my trembling bulb, the taller blonde shook her head. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, staring at the imprints of enormous nipples, round and pink, pressing eagerly against the thin lace of her straining bra cups, pale flesh spilling over the edges of the stretched material. The tiny triangle between her thighs was pulled high and tight, outlining the plump lips of her pussy through the damp cloth.
"No, Eva. It's just pre-cum."

With her wet hair tousled and her brown eyes wide, the photography teacher suddenly looked years younger as she examined the tip of my swollen cockhead, watching the clear drops of liquid ooze out of the open slit and drip steadily onto the platform between my feet. Miss Michaels swished the tips of her whip up and down the full length of my hard-on, teasing the thick veins as they pulsed urgently along the sides.

"It does look like a lot of juice."

Reaching down, the tall blonde abruptly captured my throbbing cock, curling her fist around the upper portion of my stalk. I gasped as she rubbed the pad of her thumb back and forth across the yawning cockhole, smearing the slippery fluid all over my purple bulb. And just as brusquely, she let me go. Spreading her high heeled feet, she stood up and began twirl her whip, watching my rigid cock jerk and twitch as it stuck straight out from between my thighs. Clear juice continued to flow from the open slit, dripping steadily on the stage below.

"It appears you're right, Eva. The records don't indicate that he produces this much fluid."

She paused, letting the ends of the whip trail up the inside of her muscular thigh.

"Show me what you were doing before."

"What? When I was whipping his cock?"

Without raising her gaze from my drooling hard-on, Miss Michaels nodded. I noticed that she'd pushed the handle of her whip up between her thighs, nudging the black leather into the full lips of her pussy, pressing the translucent cloth inward.

"Show me, Eva. Show how you whip his dick."

Taking a deep breath, the leather clad blonde started swinging her wrist, sending the short strands of her whip in another vertical circle, slowly at first, and then gradually picking up steam. As she stared down at her target, the engorged cockhead protruding out toward her, I held my breath. She took a step forward and aimed at the darkly purple bulb, landing a sharp smack directly on the top of my straining knob. I threw my head back and cried out, but I didn't pull my hips back, feeling my stiff pole bounce up and down as the tall blonde encouraged Ms. Redmond.

"That's it! Whip that big dick of his!"

Another blow landed squarely on the taut bulb and this time, I gasped, keeping my hips shoved forward. Lifting my head, l watched the photography professor whirl the whip in an ever faster circle, a gleam in her brown eyes. As she prepared to deliver a third stinging jolt to my bobbing hard-on, I tilted my hips up, raising the throbbing bulb higher so that it reached up toward the topless blonde.

Just as she swung the strands down, I anticipated the timing and thrust up against her whip stroke, rising to receive the leather tendrils as they smacked the swollen bulb. Standing beside her, Miss Michaels had plunged the blunt end of her whip handle into her pussy, pressing the thin cloth inside as well.

"Oh yes!"

As she cried out, the tall blonde tossed aside her whip and yanked down the top of her miniscule panties, revealing a pale tuft of pubic hair as she jammed her fingers deep between the glistening folds of skin.

"Did you see that? Did you see him stick his dick out for you?"

Her words came tumbling out, husky in her excitement. Sawing her fingers in and out of her enflamed slit, she yanked the strings of her panties down her thighs with her other hand so she could reach deeper inside. Shifting back and forth on her high heels, she awkwardly tugged the sliver of cloth lower until it fell limply around her ankles. As she gestured toward me with her chin, she barked at the other woman.

"Hit him again. Whip his big dick harder this time!"

Ms. Redmond had her own hand busy between her thighs as she hesitated, staring down at my quivering pole, watching a stream of clear fluid pour of out my cockhole and drip onto the platform bellow.

"Won't he cum if I do?"

"Not if you hit it harder."

Nodding resolutely, the short haired blonde started whirling her whip once more, swinging it in a circle, even faster this time. As I stretched against the restraints, shoving my hips as far forward as I could, I offered my twitching hard-on up to her. She inched closer and I felt the swoosh of wind on my dripping cockhead as the tips of whirling strands just missed. Holding my breath, I waited, knowing her next pass would be on target. And I was right.

The ends bit into the exposed skin of my inflated bulb. She did whack me harder, and I began to convulse, involuntarily jerking and thrashing against the restraints, sending my rigid cock into wild spasms. After kicking off her panties, Miss Michaels leapt forward and grabbed my cock. Holding me firmly around the base, she pinched the deep purple knob between her thumb and forefinger, effectively shutting down the looming explosion.

As she squeezed, I writhed in her grip, trying to hump her hands, looking for any resistance so I could reach a climax. But she was too strong, and my position was just too vulnerable. Gasping for air, I gradually back away from the forbidden orgasm as Ms. Redmond stared with her mouth open and her hand wedged between her thighs.

"Wow."

Satisfied that the moment had passed, the taller woman stepped back and released my cock, studying it for a long minute. Still hard and stiff, it jutted out toward her from between my thighs, shuddering from the near explosion and dripping steadily on the stage. The only difference seemed to be the slower pace of the liquid dribbling out of my slit, and that the skin wasn't quite stretched as tightly across my cockhead.

"Yeah, that was close. You smacked his dick just right."

The teacher beamed with pride at her friend's words.

'And apparently, he's getting better at self-control."

Lifting her pale blue eyes up from my quivering pole, Miss Michaels fastened them on the other woman, gazing at her meaningfully. As she slipped her fingers back into her bare crotch, her voice was husky.

"Why don't you release the young man, and let him get dressed so he can be on his way?"

Nodding in agreement, the photography instructor let the small whip dangle from her wrist as she stepped forward and knelt on the raised floor to unclip my left ankle from the chain attached to the floor. Once it was free, I gingerly lifted it and stretched my stiff leg. Ms. Redmond didn't give my bobbing cock a second look as she crawled around it to release the right foot.

Miss Michaels wasn't watching me either. She was busy eying the slim blonde who was wiggling her bare butt as she methodically unfastened my restraints. Disappearing behind me, she lowered the overhead bar so that she could release my wrists. As I rotated my shoulders to get the blood flowing again, Ms. Redmond reappeared and knelt on the floor again, unwrapping the leather cuffs around my ankles. She made sure that her rounded ass cheeks were pointed directly at the other woman, swaying them back and forth as she worked.

Standing up, she did the same to each of my wrists, tossing the black leather restraints aside once they were off. And then she paused, staring down at my jutting cock, watching it tremble as it continued to leak onto the platform below. As Miss Michaels kept her fingers busy between her thighs, she issued instructions.

"He's going to need some help to take off the genital restraints."

With raising her brown eyes from below my waist, the topless teacher asked.

"How?"

"Take the head of his dick between your thumb and forefinger."

As she waited for Ms. Redmond to follow her directions, the tall blonde intensified her finger strokes, jiggling the pale flesh that overflowed her narrow bra cups. Rigid with excitement, her nipples pressed eagerly against the thin lace, the huge areoles a shade or two darker that the pink material that almost hid them. Warily, the photography professor grasped my cockhead as instructed.

"Now squeeze him so that the blood goes back down his shaft. You need to force it past the ring around the base."

Careful not to hurt me, Ms. Redmond pressed the spongy knob.

"Harder! He's not made of glass."

So she did. And I gasped at the sudden force she applied. Under her persistent pressure, the remaining rigidity in my cock quickly dissipated. Watching it droop in her hand, she asked.

"Now what?"

There was a raspy breathiness in Miss Michaels' reply.

"Peel that red pouch off of him, and take off the body harness. And don't take forever."

Between her open thighs, the younger woman's hand was a blur. With more urgency in her movements now, Ms. Redmond reached underneath my balls and yanked the elastic pouch off. After sliding the built-in ring up my slippery stalk, she held up the tiny piece of sodden cloth in front of my face. With a sly gleam in eyes, she smiled.

"I believe this is yours."

Dropping it into the palm of my upturned hand, she unwrapped the leather armbands and tossed them aside, letting them clatter on the wooden stage. After she unbuckled the black straps of the body harness, the shiny ring around my cock and balls came off easily. As she folded up the black leather and handed it back to me, Miss Michaels spoke up as I stood there, now totally nude, clutching the leather harness and red nylon ball pouch in the middle of the platform.

"Young man, you may get dressed."

With a shrug, I started toward the front of the platform, my cock swinging heavily between my thighs.

"Hey!"

Mystified, I turned back to face the two blondes. Both wore wide smiles.

"The mask. Take it off."

Sheepishly, I reached up and pulled the black leather off of my head. Letting it drop on the platform, I stepped down as Ms. Redmond came over to close the curtains.

"Bill, I really enjoyed tonight. I hope you did too."

She hesitated and lowered her voice.

"And I look forward to our next class."

I didn't realize that there might be another one. As I retrieved my clothes, I could hear the two of them on the stage. No words, just a regular rhythm of a whip snapping onto bare skin. After I finished dressing, I unlocked the door and crept into the darkened hallway. It was late and not surprisingly, no one was in sight. But when I emerged from the art building, I was startled to find Erika lounging on the front step.

"What are you doing here?"

Grinning at my question, she looked terrific, even in the dim light. Long tanned legs below a pair of pale colored shorts, full breasts pushing against the tight t-shirt she wore and her thick brown hair tumbling over her swimmer's shoulders - I felt my cock start to revive inside my cut-offs.

"Waiting for you."

Taking my arm, she led me down the steps.

"Thought you might want some company after the class. And that you might want to avoid the students that were waiting here afterwards for you."

Were headed back toward my dorm, and the campus grounds were pretty empty.

"Someone was waiting for me?"

"Actually, several of them. When you didn't appear right away, and then the after session stretched longer, they gradually drifted away."

"Who were they?"

Still grasping my arm as we walked, she looked over at me, a slight smile playing across her lips.

"Why? What does it matter?"

I shrugged and mumbled.

"Uh, I guess it doesn't. I just was wondering --. I mean, I thought that --"

Her deep blue eyes were still on me as I started to blush.

"You wanted to see who was interested in you, right?"

I could feel the color in my face spread down my neck as she continued.

"You wanted to see who was interested in you and this big penis, didn't you?"

Abruptly, she reached down with her free hand and cupped the bulge between my thighs. That stopped me in my tracks, right in the middle of the campus walkway. While I glanced nervously around us, she explored my swollen crotch.

"Are you hard?"

"No Ma'am, not really. Um, not yet."

Finding the thickened shaft, she gave me a couple of strokes.

"I always forget how big you are."

As I began to swell in her grip, I cleared my throat.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Erika?"

"Probably not."

Just as unexpectedly, the brunette let me go and started walking again. After a few moments, she broke the silence.

"How did the after session go?"

"You know about that, huh?"

With a smirk, she nodded.

"Fine, I guess. I really don't have much to compare."

"Ms. Redmond didn't hurt you?"

"No, although she didn't seem to have any experience with uh, -- with guys. The other woman helped a lot."

Erika looked puzzled.

"The other woman that was instructing her. A tall blonde named Miss Michaels. I'd never seen her before."

An odd look flashed over my trainer's attractive features. We'd reached my dorm and she stopped on the bottom step.

"Do you need me to take you all the way to your room?"

Now it was my turn to look confused.

"Why would I need that?"

"I thought that Chandra girl might be lurking outside your door."

"Oh. Well, I think I can handle her."

There was another smirk as the brunette replied.

"I understand she can be pretty persuasive."

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll chance it."

"Okay then. I'm not responsible if you can't keep this in your pants."

To underline her point, she reached down and grabbed my cock again. It had grown in both width and length since she'd last held me, and she raised her eyebrows as she fondled the swelling pole.

"Still not fully erect?"

With another flush of color flooding my cheeks, I shook my head. Giggling, she released her grip and gave it an affectionate pat.

"Have a good sleep."

As she turned to go, I stopped her with a question.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow. You're scheduled with Mya and Brooke. Check your e-mail when you get upstairs. If you get upstairs."

She nodded meaningfully at a couple of giggling coeds as they passed us on their way inside. One seemed particularly interested in the bulging front of my cut-offs.

"Good night, Erika."

After a breezy wave of her hand, I watched her saunter off into the darkness, admiring the way her shapely hips swayed with each step. Carefully, I made my way upstairs, warily peeking around the corner to make certain that no one was camped in front of my room. Seeing the coast was clear, I darted silently down the hallway. Trying not to clank my key as I slid it into the lock, I hoped the door hinge wouldn't squeak.

I was successful, heaving a sigh of relief once I was safely inside. And sure enough, a minute later, there came a soft knock.

"Bill? It's Chandra. I just want to talk."

I didn't even glance through peephole. I just ignored her and after another insistent thump or two, she left me alone and retreated, presumably back into her room across the hall.

Intrigued by Erika's comments, I turned on my computer to check my e-mail. And sure enough, there it was, this one from the Philosophy Department.

"On Thursday at 4:30, Brooke and Mya will assist you with your gym workout. Wear your normal workout clothes, but not your jack strap. Bring your black rubber cock ring. After you are finished training with the girls, proceed to the women's dressing area. There you will wear the ring while you shower in the communal area, openly displaying your penis and letting anyone who wants to play with you. Continue taking your blue diamond shaped pills and the herbal supplements tonight and tomorrow. You are not to ejaculate."

Sitting back in my desk chair, I stared at the screen. This would be different. I usually changed clothes and showered in Coach Turner's private office, although there had been times when it was less than private.

And Brooke and Mya? I couldn't think of two Club members less likely to want me in a scenario with them. Every time I had seen them at the gym since the Supplicant Ceremony (WVC Ch.14), the Asian girl barely acknowledged my presence with a curt nod while her blonde partner paid me even less attention. Still, it promised to be an unusual workout. Just how memorable, I had no idea.

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Feb 2, 2018 in femdom

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