I moved my face toward his, staring into his eyes for a sign that he wanted me to stop. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me the rest of the w...y to his lips. I pressed my lips into his incredibly soft and full mouth. I stayed in the same position for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of him and the amazing butterflies I felt all over my body. He then started feverishly kissing me, exploring my lips with his moist tongue, stroking the back of my head with one hand and moving the other. As I gazed downward I noticed the shape of my body wasnow much different then before. Where the ribbon that tightened mywaist had been was now just my waist, a very thin waist. It was as if Iwas wearing a corset, even though I couldn't feel any signs of oneunder the dress. That ink had permanently squeezed my body into thisshape and had probably merged into white skin under my dress. Ofcourse, the waist was nothing compared to my hips. The ink on my sideshad emphasized the size of my hips and. My advisor, Dr. Richmond, called me into his office to talk to me on the very second day of the new school year.“Good afternoon, Mr. Cavanagh,” he said as I sat down in front of his desk. “I’d like to have a little talk with you about your grade in American Literature last semester.”Of course, he had to bring that shit up. Luckily I managed to just barely hold my rage in check.“Dr. Richmond, listen, I don’t know what Dr. Lattimore thought he was—”But he held up his hand to silence me. “I know,”. He looked at me, shocked at the sound. ‘Why did you make that sound, Slave?’ ‘My nipples still hurt from when Brian spanked them, Sir,’ I said. He stood up and slapped my right breast and then the left hard, right at the edge of the nipple. ‘You must be tired, Slave. You called these YOUR nipples. Don’t tell me you need another lesson on who owns your body.’ My eyes flooded with tears and I blubbered, ‘No, Master, please! I meant your nipples, your nipples.’ He ignored the tears and counted out.