Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Just One Drink; 17

Even meeting with James so close to campus put her teeth on edge these days. She might not recognize anyone, but that was no guarantee that they wouldn't recognize her. All of that tension melted away when she saw James sitting in the sun outside drinking a glass of sparkling water. Sometimes the darkness that was her life threatened to overwhelm Violet, but not when she was with her lover. When she was with him, she could do anything. She stooped for a quick kiss before sitting down at the table opposite of him, and then the two chatted casually until the waiter came to take their order. It was a casual lunch, and Violet spent the first half waiting to find out what today's game was, and the second half not caring when it never materialized. It was rare, but sometimes he just wanted to spend time with her, and she didn't mind that at all.

It was only when they were walking to his place after that he let the bomb drop. "I need you to do something for me tonight baby," he said casually, not even looking at her while she held onto his arm. "I need you to go to Dr. Stern's office at seven and handle something for me."

"Of course Master," She answered without hesitation, "What will we be doing there?" She half expected some form of mild punishment for asking, but all she got from him was a quick sideway glance before he continued. "I haven't been doing so well in that class because of all the time I've been spending with you, and I need you to go and make sure that I keep my grades up." James said nonchalantly, "You can do that for me, can't you baby?" "Wait," Violet asked, suddenly unsure, "So you won't be going with me? You want me to ... go alone?"

"I've got to do something that can't wait tonight," James responded, his voice growing a little colder.

"But I've never..." She started, dimly aware how much her protests were annoying her owner as his body language stiffened, "You've always been there with me... I'm not sure that I--"

As they walked by an alley, James suddenly pivoted and pushed her into it without warning, sending her several steps inside as she barely managed to keep her balance. As soon as she turned around though, he was on her, pinning her to a dirty concrete wall by her throat. As she looked into his eyes she was frightened to find they were as cold as she'd ever seen them.

"I'm sorry James... I mean Master. I'll--" Violet started, before he slapped her hard across the face.

"Who's pussy is this, cunt?" He growled, bringing his hand down to grip her mound almost painfully through her tight jeans.

"It's yours Master, all yours," she gasped, fear racing through her veins as she struggled to please her owner.

"That's right slut, It's all mine. I decide who gets to use it. I decide who gets to use all your holes." While James spoke, his tone grew more intense and his grip on her throat slowly tightened. "Even if I decide I want you to suck that homeless guy's dick while I live stream it, it's my decision not yours, isn't it?"

"Yes master... of course..." Violet gasped, barely able to get the words out. To have to suffer such indignities at the hands of a teacher in his office was already terrible enough, but to be forced to do something so vile where everyone could see... Surely he wouldn't, would he?

After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, James let her go, letting her slide bonelessly down the wall to sit on the street. He looked down at her with obvious disappointment. "Seven. Wear something slutty, and don't be late." He said, before walking off and leaving her there.

For a moment she wanted to jump to her feet and chase after him, but she knew that would be a mistake. He'd given her his instructions, and any attempt to apologize or make amends would be seen as an effort to weasel out of them. She glanced at the homeless man a quarter of the way down the alley from her. If she pushed him, he might really let that filthy bum have his way with her. A shiver went down her spine. No, she couldn't do that. The only thing she could do was obey, as distasteful as she found it.

Violet rose on shaky feet and continued her trip home alone. While she walked she tried to figure out just why this bothered her so much. James had forced her to do far worse things than to fuck a teacher. None of them had shocked her quite so much though, and she couldn't quite put her finger on why. It gnawed after her well after she got home. Was it that he wouldn't be there to enjoy her suffering? Or maybe it was that he didn't seem to mind other men using her, even though she clearly belonged to him?

While Violet was in the shower getting ready for her meeting tonight it finally occurred to her. Lately he'd been letting more and more other guys use her, but sending her out like this made her feel more like a call girl than a fuck toy. It was one thing to be double-teamed by James and a friend or to be forced to suck a stranger's dick while her owner watched, but to be sent off to fuck like this... It made her a whore. A real one, not the sexy kind. The thought made her feel dirty all over again, and she turned up the heat on the water to where it bordered on scalding to try to shake it. It didn't matter how it made her feel. All that mattered was that her owner had told her to take care of it, and she wasn't about to disobey him.

After that decision was made, all she had to do was get dressed. She considered wearing nothing but a raincoat, like a true pervert, but decided that if she was going to dress slutty for a teacher, she might as well dress like a student that deserved to be punished. In the end her skirt was a little too short, her makeup was a little too generous, and her bra and panties were entirely absent as she walked to campus. Even in the dark Violet knew by the looks that the women she walked by were giving her that she'd nailed it. They knew she was a slut, and when one clutched on to her boyfriend's arm a little tighter as she passed, she found herself smiling. There was power in flaunting her true nature.

Looks aside, her trip to Dr. Stern's office was uneventful, and after taking a moment to smooth her skirt she knocked on the door at five till seven and waited for the loud "Enter." before opening the door. Inside the messy office was a man older than her father with a stern look, graying hair, and thick glasses. He gave her a quick look before returning his gaze to the screen.

"Lock the door behind you and then get your ass over here so I can get a good look at you." he said disinterestedly.

"Yes professor," Violet said, following his instructions. She'd never had a class with Dr. Stern before, but she'd heard that he threw a little fit whenever someone called him Sir or Mister instead of Doctor or Professor. According to everyone she'd spoken to about him he was almost as brilliant as he was self important.