She dressed for the day as instructed and went about her business. It was while walking out to her car that she realized the pleasurably cruel torture...at my choice of panties. The beads rubbed her clit while she walked. She had to stop a moment initially to keep her pussy juice from bursting into her pants. She laughed to herself as she started walking again. Her steps had to be deliberate. There was no way she could walk or probably even sit without the beads rubbing her clit. Throughout the. I told her to sit on the desk. I offered her the position of being my slut. She was told who to fuck when I said. She was to wait until after every class except on Friday and fuck me. I told her on Fridays she would come to my apartment and spend the week end. I told her to bring her laundry with her and she could use my washer to wash them. I told her that she had until she walked out the door to decide. I told her she would be allowed to turn in future papers late. The papers had to be turned. I let my hand fall to the bare skin of her thigh and traced my fingers up, just under her skirt. "You don't know me at all," I said as my hand moved farther up her skirt. "Try to stop me. Maybe I will, and...maybe I won't." My fingers were just inches from her panties by then, and her hands were clenching into white-knuckled fists. She brought them up and pressed them into my shoulders, not quite hard enough to push me away, but enough to keep our bodies apart. Her mouth was so close to mine I. "I have beentold that I am not welcome at this TG convention and that you are one ofthe leaders. I may not be coming back here, but I'm absolutely certainyou will regret that before the night is over."Debra tried to tell here that she had not been involved in the decisionto ask Mistress Ann not to return. Her words could not be understoodunder the gag and they fell on deaf ears anyway. Mistress just went onwith her dissertation."First of all, you should know that the strap binding your.