Teaching Serena Ch. 03

Serena walked slowly to Mr. Samuels' office. She knew that he wanted to meet with her but she had been putting off seeing him for the past week... since that night with Rob. She knocked on the door and heard a muffled "Come in." Serena's teeth began to chatter in nervousness. She tried to control the chattering but she was unable to. Her hands were like ice as she stepped into Mr. Samuel's office. He was looking over some paper and didn't look up when she knocked on the doorway to notify him of her presence.

"Mr.... Mr. Samuels?" Serena watched him inwardly sigh and add one more notation to the paper he was grading. He looked up once at her and then went back to grading another paper.

"Come in, Serena. Keep the door open."

I'm in deep trouble, Serena thought, as she slowly lowered herself onto the chairs facing Mr. Samuels' desk.

"Remain standing. (I was thinking the dialogue "and please do not sit!" wasn't necessary, and the shorter way makes him sound more in control... your call though!)

Serena looked at Mr. Samuels but he continued to correct the papers that lay on his desk. She pushed back the chair so that it was out the way and stood up, her face flushing. She waited for a little bit and then began to fiddle her fingers with nervous impatience.

"What can I help with you today, Serena?"

Serena shuffled her feet before answering his question. "You asked me to come and see you...," her voice falters with her lie. "This was the first chance I could find because I have been so busy."

Mr. Samuels looked at Serena with a stern eye.

"You have a problem following orders, Serena."

"I... I..."

"When I tell you something, you are to listen. Is that understood?"

"Yes", Serena responded noting the authority in his voice that commanded respect.

"And..." he said with a raised eyebrow, "do not interrupt me." You should know I enjoy your company Serena," he lowered his voice. "Do you like the way I use you?"

Serena looked at him and stayed silent, unsure of how to answer him.

"Do you like how I squeeze your hips and pull your hair and bite your shoulder and fuck your ass?"

"Yes," she spoke softly and looked at the floor, astonished by the directness of his forthrightness.

"Do you like how I punish your plump round ass with my hands, my belt, and whatever else I can hurt it with?" Mr. Samuels waited for Serena's answer.

"Yes," Serena looked at him in the eyes, "I love it... you make me feel so good and so bad at the same time."

"Good." He paused. "Open you blouse."

Serena followed his order. She brought her hand to the first button of her deep purple silk shirt. She began to unbutton one at a time, trying to make it as sensual as she could.

Mr. Samuels smiled and his eyes flicked to the open door. His smile deepened. He was impressed that she was following his orders with the door open... very impressed.

"Let me see your breasts better... pull your blouse open all the way."

Serena nodded softly and unlatched her bra in the front letting her breasts fall out of the restraining cups.

"Mmm," Mr. Samuels stays silent eyeing her breasts then asks her a question. "Why do you follow orders, Serena?"

"Because you ask them of me."

"Why does that make any difference?"

Serena fell silent and her eyes become unfocused as she thought about her answer. "I've," Serena huffs and looks flustered. "You... I just want to obey you're every whim. I don't know why. It just feels right... I'm sorry I can't explain myself better," Serena finished hanging her head in submission.

"Don't feel to bad, that was an excellent answer," Mr. Samuels grinned slyly as he wrote something down. "Now close your shirt."

Serena followed his order but first took off her black lacey bra and put it in her purse then finished buttoning her shirt.

Mr. Samuels handed Serena a piece of paper.

"I want you to come to my home at 9:00 tonight."

Serena was looking at the piece of paper but her head came up very fast as he continued to speak. "Tonight?" Her voice trembled.

"Tonight. We need to work on... well I don't have to explain myself now just do as you're told."

Serena visibly shivered. "Yes I will be there," the lingering question of what will be in store in her mind.

"Do you have any questions?"

"One."

"Well, make it quick. I am quite busy here."

"Are you going to be my Master tonight?"

Serena's request broke Mr. Samuels icy demeanor and he couldn't help but try to hide the merging grin from his mouth. "Serena, I am always the Master and you are to never speak with the doubt I hear from your voice. Is that clear!" Serena nodded in agreement feeling the power and passion of complete submission to this man. "Tonight you will show me if I am to be your Master forever."

"Am I to wear exactly the same outfit I am wearing now or may I make a few changes?" I will still wear the basic things however..."

"Fine," Mr. Samuels motioned with a quick dismissal hand gesture. "Do you want to tell me what you have in mind?"

Serena lowered her head breaking their eye contact. "No that is ok," timidly trying to not sound disobedient but not wanting to ruin the surprise either.

"That's fine... I'm tempted to trust you."

"Am I dismissed?" Serena asked quietly nodding to his last remark.

Mr. Samuel nodded and Serena turned and left the room.

* * *

Serena walked into her shared apartment and sighed, thankful that her roommate was out and about and not home. She dropped her book bag and walked into her room and flopped onto her bed. She looked at her alarm clock and it read 6:00.

Three hours, she thought as she draped one arm across her eyes. She knew that if she didn't get up she would fall asleep, so she got up walked to her closet. She unbuttoned her shirt and hung it back up knowing she would have to put it back on for Mr. Samuels in a couple of hours. She then kicked off her white high-heeled sandals and pulled off her pinstriped pants and pushed down her black lacey thong.

Serena opened up a small bag in her closet and pulled out a small hot pink vibrator....

Mm, this is going to feel good, Serena thought as she walked naked into the bathroom needing desperately to relieve the continuous urgency of sexual desire that was the life of a dedicated nymph.

Serena turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower and placed the vibrator on the side of the tub. She turned and felt the hot water pour over her soft body. She began to lather up her hair and spent a few minutes massaging her scalp and relaxing herself. She washed out the shampoo and put conditioner in. While letting the conditioner soak in she shaved her legs and pussy, then washed out the conditioner. Serena cleaned her body with a nice smelling soap and reached for her waterproof pink vibrator.

Serena moaned as she felt the vibrator hum against her clit. It felt so good and she leaned against the shower wall. She never used it in the shower before and loved the feeling of water pounding on her body and her clit being pleasured.

She felt the orgasm building and came as the vibrator quivered over her clit. She sighed and slipped down to the bottom of the shower. Sitting there with her eyes closed and legs spread, she felt the water rushing over her and became aware it was getting colder by the minute. She sighed, wanting to have another orgasm in the shower but not wanting to be cold. Serena shifted, dragged herself out of the shower, and toweled herself dry.

She stepped out of the bathroom and flopped onto her bed again. She was still holding the vibrator and felt her inner lust still unsatisfied and a smile crept upon her face. She placed it between her legs and proceeded to give herself another orgasm. Serena cried out as the beginning wave of an orgasm began to over take her body. She screamed as she thrust the vibrator into her pussy and began to fuck herself with it and she played with her clit using her fingers. Her body shuddered and she moaned when she began to climax over and over again and she slipped into a light sleep.

"Serena?" a voice spoke through Serena's dream and she found her looking up at Mindy, her roommate.

"Mmm?" Serena rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 8:30. "Damn it!" Serena shot up and collided heads with Mindy. She shook her head to clear her vision.

"Mindy are you alright? I'm so sorry and," Serena looked down at herself. She was naked and her pink vibrator was sticking out of her pussy. "Oh my god," Serena gasped, remembering her earlier activities.

"It is ok, Serena," Mindy spoke softly and slowly brought her hand down upon Serena's naked hip. "I... always hoped I would find you like this."

Serena was shocked and she looked at Mindy and felt her hand on her hip. Serena didn't know what Mindy meant, but she knew she needed to get ready to see Mr. Samuels.

"Mindy, I have to get ready to go somewhere..." Serena dwindled off and saw a look of soft rejection in Mindy's eyes.

"I hope you have a good time," Mindy said as she smiled sadly. Serena hoped that she meant it and would mean it when she got home later.

"Thank you." Serena replied as Mindy walked out of her room.

That was kind of weird, Serena thought as she got off her bed and went into her closet. She pulled out a pair of small fishnet stocking and a matching black garter. She put those on and then pulled her purple silk shirt on without a bra. She buttoned up the shirt and then looked around to find her favorite pair of black pinstripe club pants. They had holes on the sides and looked professionally slutty. She grinned as she put them on then went into the bathroom and blew dried her hair and put on her make up.

Serena grabbed her white high-heeled sandals and headed out the door. She drove fast, concerned that she would be late. Would he even let her in if she didn't show up on time? She drove faster.

Before too long, she arrived at the proper address. She looked down at her outfit one last time before opening the car door. She took a deep breath and set her shoulders, then strutted up to Mr. Samuels's door and knocked twice.

He opened the door and couldn't help but smile seeing her there. "You look lovely... come in. Serena smiled and ducked her head. Stepping over the doorway and into the house, she looked around the room, then her eyes locked with those of the older professor. "Come here, Serena." Tenderly and quickly he gave her a smooch on the lips. Serena was taken aback as she felt his lips press upon hers. Her surprise soon turned to pleasure as she felt him kiss deeper. "Now," he said sternly, "I expect you to be a good girl tonight. If you're not able to follow directions... well, I have a way of dealing with that."

Serena nodded and dropped her coat to the floor in one fluid motion, showing off what she wore for him. He hardly looked at her; instead he turned and asked her to follow him. Naturally, she complied. They went to the backyard where a table has been set up, with a few candles on it. The table had six chairs: one at each head, and two on each side. Mr. Samuels sat down at the head of the table and started to pour himself a glass of wine. Serena continued to stand, remembering how earlier in his office she was made to stand. She fidgeted as he sipped his red wine without glancing at her. Then he spoke.

"Serena, please sit." He looked up to watch her. Serena walked to the other end of the table and sat down, feeling conscience of his eyes on her body and her flimsy coverings. "Serena? Do you have the right to sit at a head of the table?"

She silently cursed herself for being so stupid, then immediate stood up, accidentally knocking over her chair in the process. She gasped audibly, then looked at the professor's calm gaze. Cringing slowly, she picked up the fallen chair. Her face burned as she felt him chuckle at her and shake his head.

"I expect my questions answered. Now, do you have the right to sit at the head of a table?"

"N-no," she stammered.

"I agree. Why don't you have that privilege?" He smiled like a predator circling around his prey and hoped for a self-deprecating answer.

She mumbled, "I am... I am your slave. I'm sorry."

He paused, the answered, "Good girl... come stand next to me." She did as she was told, and he continued. "As your punishment, I want you to take off a piece of clothing. Then you will you sit where a good slave should... next to me?" She silently nodded. "Good. What piece of clothing will you take off? You decide."

Serena took off he deep purple shirt, revealing her luscious, naked breasts to him. She heard him take a breath in, then she folded the shirt, put it neatly on a chair, then sat next to him.

He smiled at her. "Wonderful... you may have some wine if you want."

"N-no thank you."

"Are you nervous?

Honestly and immediately she answered, "Very much so, Mr. Samuels."

He laughed heartily and said, "Then have some wine... relax!" He paused, then added, "Are you always this nervous with men who have already fucked you?" He watched her face as she felt the jibe hit her, making her feel whorish and cheap. He then asked, "What makes you a slave, Serena?"

"My willingness?" she said meekly, with little hope in her voice. He would not interrupt her, preferring instead to let her sink or swim. Serena looks exasperated for a moment then added, "My sluttiness? I don't know."

He suddenly looked upon her sweetly. He ran his hand over hers, saying softly, "Don't be exasperated... I know you're trying your best."

Pleadingly, she said, "All I can think of is my willingness..."

"Yes... very nice. Take off your pants." Serena carefully slid her chair back, then wiggled her soft pants down, slowly and seductively, while gyrating to music all her own. She looked at him as he slowly looked her body over, his eyes stopping at her garter belt, black stockings, and pantyless crotch. "You look especially wonderful tonight." Serena slowly started to turn around, showing off her. "Bend over the table... I want to see your butt better." Calmly, the girl bent her frame over the glass table. Wanting to anticipate his orders, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. Mr. Samuels laughed softly. "You didn't need to go that far... but thank you.

"I wanted to please you," Serena responded simply.

He slowly ran his hand over her hair, then a few fingers down her back... then two fingers of the small of her back, and one, ever so slowly, down the crack of her ass. Serena shivered as she felt his fingers trace her body, and knew that he was happy seeing her in a garter and thigh high stockings. She felt his single finger move over her ass, the tip lightly touching her asshole. It lingered for a moment, teasing her, then moved on to her pussy. She moaned softly, and he suddenly plunged his single finger deep into her pussy. She was spread open, and he pushed, trying to get as much as possible in her. He twisted his wrist, curling his finger to say hello on her g-spot. Standing behind her, he used his other hand to steady himself; his other palm found its way onto the back of her neck. He leaned a bit, applying pressure, and squeezed a bit too.

Then, as fast as his finger entered her pussy, he pulled it out. His other hand remained on her neck, and he waited for her to get the courage to ask what was going on.

"Oh my... god..." the girl moaned as little orgasms coursed through her body. Then, "Mr. Samuels?"

"Yes Serena?"

She shuddered a final time and leaned more heavily on the table top. Then she spoke very softly in a small voice: "Thank you."

His finger, wet with her juices, starts to lightly rub her asshole. "You're welcome... but we're hardly done."

...to be continued!