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I had no idea that my fate had been sealed and my life was going to change forever when I stepped into that classroom. I was in my second year at the university and as the second child of immigrant parents from China, my scholarship was the only thing that was providing the financial support for me to attend a higher education institution. I had to maintain at least a 3.5 GPA and my parents stressed that this was the only path to a better life. While other kids partied, I spent the nights locked inside my bedroom studying every day, achieving nearly perfect grades.

That was until I made the mistake of enrolling in Professor Roux’s European HIstory class. It was one of the few classes that could fulfill a core requirement for my major and since I had done well in history in high school, I was confident that I would also be able to score well in that class.

I learned later… how much of a mistake that line of thinking was.

As I entered the classroom on that first day, I was oblivious to the hungry eyes of the Professor as she looked at my thin frame and paid careful attention to each step that I took. Had I been more aware, I would have noticed her eyes tracking me and noting which seat that I took and her eyes coming back towards me during her lecture. Instead, I was buried in my notebook taking notes, paying attention to the slides and trying to see if I should take the class while I had the opportunity to drop it without penalty.

The first few weeks went by without any incident. I was surprised by how easy the class seemed and was encouraged by the scoring of my homework. The comments and praise I got back were… very detailed and encouraging. I officially enrolled in her course and fell into the trap that she had laid for me.

My scores on my homework seemed to steadily decline soon afterwards and I despaired as I noticed my grade in the class slipping more and more towards failing. I could not understand what was happening. More and more of my attention each night was spent listening and relistening to her lecture and rereading the material. Everything I did, it seemed that I was answering everything correctly but I would consistently be marked incorrectly due to missing an arcane detail.

Finally as the first midterm approached, I had to go to her office hours. It was the first time that I had approached her. In fact, in all honesty, I had barely remembered her name as I had only seen her class as a stepping stone, but I had realized that… if I did not turn things around, I was going to end up losing my scholarship.

In desperation, I knocked timidly on her door with in my hands the most recent homework filled with the red demerits and mistakes I had made.

The door opened swiftly and I saw her up close for the first time. She was much more beautiful than I had realized. She was taller than me and graceful yet each movement she made projected power and confidence. She welcomed me warmly and gestured to the chair that was in front of her desk. She closed the door firmly behind me as she sat down across the desk, smiling knowingly.

“Hi there Nathan. What can I do for you?”

In a class of a few hundred, I should have been surprised that she knew my name, but I was too nervous about admitting my own failings in her class.

“Prof..professor, thank you for seeing me…. I have been taking your class and working really hard every night and yet… I just can’t seem to do well on the assignments.”

I handed her my most recent homework filled with heavy red marks. She took it from me and looked at it thoughtfully.

“Ah yes… I remember looking at these answers. You did so well at the beginning… I was disappointed in your performance. I really hope you turn things around.”

I looked up in surprise. I had been hoping there was some kind of mistake or some path to redemption.

“Is there anything that I can do? How can I do better? I… I need to get a good grade in your class to keep my scholarship. Please…”

She tapped her foot under the desk and looked up thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, Nathan… you could pay more attention in class and sit up front. I am surprised it took you this long to come to me. If it was earlier in the semester, I would have given you extra reading to do, but… I am not sure at this point if you can really turn things around enough.”

I despaired in my chair. I felt so small and vulnerable at that moment. My knees came together and my hands in my lap clasped tightly together.

“Is there… really nothing that I can do, Professor?”

My eyes lowered and I missed the triumphant smile on her face as she seemed to enjoy my groveling in front of her. I heard her shifting her weight on her chair and leaning forward.

“Well… you poor thing… I certainly would not want you to lose your scholarship…. There is perhaps one thing you could do… I may be able to justify giving you extra credit for it.”

I looked up with hope filled eyes, my existence seemed to be hanging by a thread that she controlled.

“Wh…what would that be Professor? I… would do anything! Please….”

She looked deeply into my eyes and said, “Are you sure… you would do anything? Would you do whatever I ask of you, without questioning it? No matter how strange it is?”

My eyebrows crossed in confusion and I hesitated. Her voice was filled with… such eagerness. I tried to imagine what possible things she could ask of me. Going to the library to fetch her books? Organizing her office? No matter what she asked of me, I was sure that I would agree to it if it meant keeping my scholarship.

“Yes Professor…. I would do whatever you asked, if it gave me extra credit…. Please help me…”

She smiled and sat back and pulled out a contract. “If you agree, you must sign this contract, stating that legally you agree to these terms.”

I looked it over and it seemed innocuous. As I reached for a pen, I thought to myself that she must have this situation happen often for her to have a contract like this prepared. I hesitated one last time, and then quickly signed my name at the bottom and dated it.

She quickly grabbed the contract from me and her eyes twinkled with excitement as she opened her desk and filed the contract and locked it.

“Excellent!”

After I signed the contract, she ushered me out but not before asking for my cell phone number. She told me that if I got a text from her, I had to respond within a minute no matter what I was doing.

I assumed that she meant that I would need to run errands for her and some may be time-pressing. I nodded eagerly and smiled and thanked her for the chance to improve my grades in her course.

I went home with a smile and a spring in my step thinking that I had been given a second chance at life. How little did I know how much my life was about to change. As I walked home, I changed the settings on my phone to make a loud alert noise when I got a text message from Professor Roux.

It did not take long to get the first message. I looked confused for a second as I read it.

“What is your mailing address?”

I replied back with my dormitory address including my room number and did not hear anything back from her. I puzzled for a while why she would want it.

About an hour, I was startled by a loud knock. No one ever comes to visit me and I had forgotten that I had given my address to her. I opened the door to a delivery man holding a paper bag that he thrusted into my hands and walked off without much of a word.

As I closed the door, I got another text message from her. It read: “You are to shower twice a day using the body soap in the bag. Make sure to get every part of your body. If you are going to be helping me, I need you to be clean.”

I wrote back, “Yes Professor.” I was confused why but I shrugged and thought maybe she was very sensitive to smells. I usually shower in the morning but I went to the coed bathroom and started to use the unmarked body soap and spent extra time lathering the soap over every part of my skin. The soap smelled of a light floral perfume and had a strange tingling feeling on my skin.

I did not notice anything too different as I stepped out of the shower but the odd tingling sensation did not stop. I got a smirk or two from the girls as they smelled the scent as I walked by. I rushed to my room in my towel, embarrassed by the experience. In my room, I changed into my pajamas and went to bed and slept soundly for the first time in a while.

The next morning I showered again using the strange body soap and felt the little body hair that I had sloughing off. I was… shocked and confused as the tingling sensation strengthened. The sensations were strong and the smoothness of my skin left me feeling strangely aroused.

One of things I was most ashamed of was my… sex drive. Even though I was an introvert and never had a girlfriend, I masturbated three or four times a day. I found it helped me clear my mind and focus on my studies. I stifled a moan with my newly sensitive bare skin and rushed out of the shower to my room hoping to avoid any stares at my obvious arousal.

As soon as I got to my room, I tore of my towel and closed my eyes as I quickly rubbed myself and found that the familiar sensations were greatly heightened. I crumbled to my knees as I climaxed, spilling my cum over my towel. I was surprised to see that I was… still aroused after that. I shook my head in confusion as the wave of arousal washed over me a second time. Physically, I was too sensitive to climax again but I felt the fog overcoming my mind.

Another day went by without hearing from her and it was now Saturday morning. I had masturbated six times which was the most I had ever done in my life. Even though I ached from cumming so often, I could not stop myself. Finally, I had to text her.

“Professor… please can I stop using the soap… I am having some kind of reaction to it.”

A few minutes went by as I stared at my phone hoping for an answer. Finally my alarm went off.

“Come to my house. I could use your help moving a few things. Here is my address….”

I quickly put on clothes, long pants and a sweater. Over the last few days, I noticed how even the slightest breeze felt like someone was rubbing a silk scarf over my bare skin. I had never felt so… vulnerable and easily aroused before.

I rushed over to the address she gave me and found myself knocking on her door within ten minutes. She lived in a beautiful white Victorian home with a high picket fence and lush green trees. Everything looked immaculate.

She opened the door wearing a bright floral blouse, a skirt, and black nylon stockings. Before she let me inside, I saw her take a half step forward and take a sniff and smile broadly.

“Come on in, Nathan, thank you for coming so quickly and I see you have been following my instructions. I appreciate that very much.”

As she gestured for me to have a seat on her couch, she sat in a chair directly across from me as she gazed amusingly in my eyes. The seat was quite close in the cozy living room.

“Now… you mentioned a reaction. I have lots of things I need help with here but I wanted to see what you were worried about.”

I blushed as I stammered.

“Well.. Professor… I don’t know how to… explain but there are a lot of problems that I am having with it. May I please stop using it?”

I was hoping she would just let me off the hook, but she pressed the issue.

“I am very concerned Nathan. I think you will need to show me. We are both adults here and I would hate to have caused you any harm. Please go ahead and show me what you are so worried about. You are in safe hands here and remember you have that contract that you signed. I want you to take off your clothes and show me.”

She had put her hand on my knee and was rubbing it back and forth reassuringly as she spoke softly but firmly while she held my eyes in her stare. I was confused and my head was spinning from the arousal and her proximity. But more than that, the way she talked with her slight accent it caused me to become more and more unfocused. I found myself agreeing with her before I knew it, and I took off my sweater leaving my upper body bare in front of her.

“Ye…yes Professor…. I noticed… that my skin…. no hair… so soft…”

I was in a daze as she had moved next to me on the couch as she ran her hands over my chest softly and cooed and whispered words of approval.

“Very nice Nathan…. very nice… but you did not have much hair here before did you? Show me where else you are so worried about…”

I nodded and felt my cheeks burning as I stood up. I hesitated as I reached for my waist. She noticed and looked up at me as I stood in front of her. She was fully clothed and felt… powerful as she nodded encouragingly. I finally averted my eyes to the floor and took a deep breath as I pulled my boxers and pants down to my ankles. I was embarassed being naked in front of my professor and could not believe this was happening. I quickly clamped my hands in front of my groin.

“Hands behind your back now!”

I was surprised by the sharpness of her voice as she commanded me and my body obeyed without thinking. I was shocked by how upset she sounded. I looked down at my completely nude and hairless body in shame.

She brushed her hands along my inner thighs and slowly traced circles below my belly button.

“Ah I see what you mean… You look adorable… as bare as the day you were born I imagine….”

Her voice was soft and alluring and I turned even redder as I felt my arousal building uncontrollably. I was stiffening in front of my Professor. I started to move my hands again and she quickly slapped my left inner thigh.

“Keep your hands back!”

I stood up straight and did my best to hold my hands back and closed my eyes as I felt her touches getting closer and closer and my erection getting bigger and bigger.

“You know sweetie… I think the soap is working perfectly…. but I think I should have a thorough check…”

I had been leaking copiously and she rubbed the moisture back and forth over my head.

“So soft… and so smooth…. so wonderful….”

My head was spinning as I felt her hands and her voice causing me to drift more and more into the soft clouds of arousal. I felt myself fighting futilely trying to keep myself from being aroused in front of her and failing.

“Yes my sweet… you are just what I imagined…. so ripe for the picking…. Tell me….”

As she stroked me slowly up and down, she proceeded to ask me questions. I found myself answering truthfully so aroused and confused to answer otherwise.

How many girlfriends have I had? None… Had anyone touched me like this before? No…. Was I a virgin? Yes…. How many times did I masturbate a day? 4-5 times…. What were my fantasies? I had very normal ones but often climaxed thinking about stockings.

Had my eyes not been closed, I would have seen her smile delightfully more with each answer. While she was interrogating me, she seemed to know exactly how much stimulation I could take. She took me right to the edge and slowed down not allowing me to climax. Each time, I felt my head get foggier and foggier and more and more frustrated as she continued to tease me. My legs and knees started to tremble as she continued to tease me. Each time she backed me away from the edge, I fought for control but found myself giving up and starting to surrender into her touch, unable to control or fight anymore with her or myself.

“Yes… yesss that’s it….. that’s perfect….”

I started to beg, my pride completely broken down.

“Please… professor…. please…. I… need to cum…. I can’t… take it anymore….”

She replied softly and gently, “Oh I think you can…. just keep your hands behind your back and let’s see how many more times more…”

I lost track… I begged… I pleaded…. I lost control of my body and tried to reach with my hands to finally achieve that climax I was desperate for. I could not think about anything else and even her stern command did nothing to stop me.

Out of nowhere she pulled out a tan colored rope and skillfully tied my hands and my forearms together, pulling my shoulders back and leaving me even more exposed. She then had me kneel on the floor and tied my wrists to my ankles. Finally she tipped me over and watched me land helplessly on my side unable to stop myself from falling.

She then resumed stroking me, telling me how beautiful I looked and how much she enjoyed watching me squirm. I was helpless and every time I got close, she maddeningly knew exactly how much I could take and let go to see me thrash and convulse as I could not take the waves of pleasure any longer.

My spirit and mind broke completely and still she persisted until I had no longer words but helpless moans as I surrendered. She saw that moment and it was what she was waiting for.

“So… little Nathan…. Would you like to cum for me?”

My eyes shot open as she dangled hope in front of me. I nodded and pleaded affirmatively.

“I have… a proposition for you. You have a choice… You can either decide to not cum or if you cum, you have to let me do whatever I want to you.”

She had a strange look of carnal desire on her face. She knew what I was going to pick and she knew I had no idea what she would do to me. Even as she lovingly stroked my naked quivering hairless body, she had a predatory glint in her eyes. I didn’t care… she knew what my choice was going to be. I needed release. She had tortured me for what felt like hours with no end in sight and she knew I had to agree.

“Please… anything… please…. professor…”

She smiled as I called her professor. She seemed to like the title and strength she felt as I begged her. She positioned me on my back with my arms and hands behind me and my knees bent up to reach my wrists. It was uncomfortable but I didn’t care… my eyes were crazed with lust.

She pulled out a towel, spread it and put it under my head. I thought she was trying to make me comfortable until she straddled my head under her skirt. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I felt her resume touching me and teasing me. My hips tried to thrust upwards to match her stimulation but she knew how to lightly touch and keep me on the edge.

“Now my dear…. student…. you will have to taste me and pleasure me… right as you cum…”

I moaned in response as I opened my mouth. I assumed that she wished for me to please her with my tongue like I had read erotica. I didn’t see her face but she was triumphantly smiling. She started to rub me faster and faster.

“Nathan…. now when you cum…. I want you to enjoy it…. I want you to revel in it….”

She brought me past the point of no return and my body tensed as it finally could relieve the tension that had been building and building. I screamed in ecstasy as I felt my body starting to pump cum out from deep inside of me. The euphoria was unlike any other orgasm I had ever had. I had forgotten in that moment as the tide of cresting pleasure threatened to eclipse my consciousness that she had asked me to please her. But she had anticipated this.

As she heard me begin to scream and cum come pouring out, she let go of my cock and instead spread her legs further apart. All of a sudden I felt a warm wet sensation on my head as she ruined my orgasm. The pleasure was there but it was incomplete and instead I felt a wet warmness engulfing my hair and face. Some got in my mouth and near my nose and I suddenly realized that she had urinated on me.

As much as I could not understand why and what was happening, my brain was forging a connection against my will. I was disgusted and ashamed of myself but the pleasure was tied with her urine. The taboo nature and the strangeness of the experience at that moment where pleasure was flooding my brain, it was forging a new association. I felt my disgust overridden by the waves of pleasure that continued as I felt, smelled, and tasted her.

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