After a good while she was done. Once bitch was done I stood and rejoined her on the bed, marking my page in the book I was reading. I reached ove... and. pulling a small key from my pocket, unlocked the chain from around bitches collar. Then I stood up beside the bed and looked down at my sex slave who only a week ago had been a 19 year old virgin named shalisa who had wanted to be a veterinarian. I smiled inwardly as I mentally celebrated owning such a prize piece of property. "okay bitch,. A second special thanks to Estragon, who accidentally inspired the beginning by an e-mail he sent me with an article from a well-known academic journal. NOTE 4: As always a million kisses and thanks go to my editors for this story as it went through many drafts and changes: Vanessa, LaRascasse and Estragon. Deconstructing the Professor: A Novella 1. THE ‘N’ WORD…a prologue of sorts Setting the tone of a class is critical, especially in college. Most students don’t want to be there and in. My first slave lived for almost three years and that surprised me at the time as I thought I was being really brutal. But I did learn from the experience and if you do the math you will figure out that the next five, between them, lasted only six years, averaging a little over a year each. But I am getting older now and as I age, I am finding myself more anxious to experience all the highs that I possibly can as quickly as I can and, as a result, it seems that each subsequent slave has lasted. She groaned deeply, vibrating my cock which was still deep in her mouth. She tensed up, squeezed and tugged my nutsac again and it felt as if she was tearing my balls off. Then she went limp and let my cock slide out of her mouth. She also slid forward just a bit and rested most of her weight on me, partially supported by her left arm which was still wrapped around my leg. Her legs rested on the bed beside my shoulders. It was a little hard for me to breathe but I was not complaining - her.