Author’s note: This work of adult erotic fiction represents a cooperative effort between a human author and a GPT-3 text generator. It started as an interesting experiment, but I thought the result was something worthy of sharing. I’m curious to see what people think. About 40% of the content was generated by the artificial intelligence, although heavily edited to correct plot details and to create a more consistent style. Most of the time I wrestled the story in the direction that I wanted to take it, but occasionally, I’d let the AI take things down a less expected path. It made for a very interesting and unique creative experience. I will also note that this story is entirely fictional, meant for adult fantasy entertainment only, and that I in no way endorse the sort of non-consensual blackmail contained within.
Chapter One:
You are a professor of computer science at MIT. You are only 30 years old and you are already making a name for yourself. You enjoy your job and you enjoy the single life. You stay fit and have an active lifestyle by computer nerd standards. Life is good.
The day starts off normally enough. You just finished giving one of your afternoon lessons. This was an advanced course in artificial intelligence, primarily geared towards upperclassmen majoring in computer science. This is your last teaching assignment for the day and your are looking forward to getting home early. You’ve never been a fan of Mondays. You don’t have any particular plans yet, but you’ll probably think of something. Maybe you’ll give your friend Ted a call or perhaps you’ll just crash on the couch with some Netflix after a workout.
As you begin to pack your briefcase and laptop, a student approaches your desk as the other students file out of the classroom. “Hello professor,” Jennifer says in a singsong voice. You display a genuine smile when you see it is her. Normally, you get annoyed when students bother you right after class instead of during scheduled office hours, but you certainly don’t mind making an exception for Jennifer.
You first took note of her on the first day of class a little over two weeks ago. She certainly stands out in a crowd. In a class of nearly 40 students, only eight are women and she is by far the most attractive. She always picks a front seat right in front of the lectern. She tends to wear skirts that are far too short to conceal her panties when she sits with her legs spread wide. She has a habit of sitting like that most of the time actually. You snuck a few quick pictures with your phone last week while she was putting on a particularly nice display. You figured it was all in good fun. Just a little harmless jerk off material. You’ve never slept with any of your students nor made any attempts to do so. That would be unethical.
Jennifer was quick to catch your attention in other ways as well. She is by far the most talented student that you’ve worked with in your three years of teaching. Here at MIT, even the average student is quite exceptional, so the fact that she stands out by such leaps and bounds is very impressive. It is almost a bit intimidating, especially to a young professor such as yourself. Jennifer is always quick to answer questions. She often provides thought provoking comments and questions. Her work is impeccable and programmed with a unique and creative flare. She is the sort of student that most teachers love to have in class because of the interesting dynamic that she provides.
There is one thing about Jennifer that you find unappealing. Despite being a very attractive young woman, her personal hygiene habits leave a lot to be desired. To put it bluntly, she stinks to high heaven. This was starting to get particularly bad by the end of last week. You can smell her offensive body odor from several feet away and you noticed that other students stopped sitting next to her, so you are certainly not the only one to have noticed this. In the end, you don’t feel it too strange. A lot of the most talented students at this school are a bit eccentric. You assume Jennifer is a young computer whiz lost in her own little world too oblivious to conform to social norms. One other quirk you’ve noticed is that she always wears the same color socks and underwear every day. Both are always a pale pink, almost white but not quite. She is an odd duck for sure, but her attractive body and unmatched intelligence more than make up for a little peculiar behavior in your opinion.
“Well hello Jennifer,” you say while being hit with a wave of that body odor as she leans over the desk. She politely says, “I hate to bother you Professor Johnson, but I was wondering if you could help me out with a personal AI project that I’ve been working on. Because of the extreme resource requirements, it can only run on the powerful desktop that I custom built for it in my dorm room. I was hoping you could swing by in an hour or so to help me run some diagnostics. Perhaps you could bring your laptop.”
“Sure, no problem at all. What sort of AI project is this?” you ask without hesitation. “Oh I’d like it to be a surprise, but I’m sure that you’ll find it very interesting.” Her tone of voice shifts with that last statement, but you don’t pay it any attention. She continues, “I live in dorm 13 in Thomson Hall. I’ll see you in an hour then.” She playfully skips out of the room before even waiting for final confirmation. “I’ll see you soon!” you shout just as she is exiting the classroom.
You guess your plans for a very early day are out the window, but you are genuinely curious about Jennifer’s project in artificial intelligence. You decide to grab a quick bite to eat at the cafeteria as you make your way across campus towards Thomson Hall. You exchange a few pleasantries with other students and faculty as you finish your meal, check the time and head to Jennifer’s dorm.
You are a little nervous as you approach the door. You really aren’t sure why. Perhaps deep down inside you know that you have an inappropriate crush on this girl. Who wouldn’t? On second thought, this is a perfectly innocent meeting and you are simply offering to help Jessica out with her project as she requested. You clear your throat and knock on the door. “Hey Jennifer,” you say.
Jennifer opens the door. Her eyes widen with a friendly welcome. “Hello Professor Johnson. Thank you so much for coming over on short notice.” You note that she has changed outfits since last you saw her. In class, Jennifer usually wears stereotypical schoolgirl uniforms that you can’t help but think are something straight out of a porno movie. Currently, she is wearing tight black spandex shorts and a casual pink tee-shirt. She is also wearing her standard pale pink socks of course.
She grabs your hand as she leads you into the dorm. You feel a twinge of nervous excitement at the gentle touch of her soft hand. You have to clear your throat again. You look around and are surprised to see how big the dorm is. You were expecting a single room, but this is a large suite. You are in the living room area. You can see a small kitchen and bathroom as well as two bedrooms off to either side.
She guides you by the hand into her bedroom. The room is very neat and tidy. You were sort of expecting a pigsty given her body odor issues. There is a very expensive looking full tower PC on her desk. It certainly has all the bells and whistles. Jennifer sits down on her bed and you place your laptop on the desk.
“So Jennifer, you needed some help with your project? I’m really excited to see what you’ve been working on. You really are an amazing programmer.”
Jennifer playfully wiggles her feet around as she sits on the bed staring at you with adorable blue puppy dog eyes. You try not to stare at her wiggling socked feet, but you can’t help yourself. You’ve always had a thing for female feet. You hope she doesn’t notice. A professor should not be staring at his student like this.
Jennifer giggles as she toys with her long blond hair, “See something you like professor?” She wiggles her feet faster. You nervously look away as you stammer just a bit. You try to redirect the conversation. “So what does this program of yours do? What exactly was it that you needed help with?”
Jennifer’s smile turns mischievous. She says, “I’m sorry professor. I didn’t actually invite you here for help with a project. I invited you here to tell you something.”
You immediately start to flush and feel your pulse racing. This is quickly becoming inappropriate and you begin to feel uncomfortable with your decision to come here. “Oh, what did you need to tell me? Did you need my help with something else then?” You try to stay casual.
Jennifer leans towards you. “I hacked your computer.”
You blink your eyes a few times in disbelief. You look at Jennifer and say, “O… K…”
“No, really, I totally hacked your computer. I found some interesting things on your laptop to say the least.”
Your eyes widen and your pupils dilate. This situation is quickly going off the rails. “You did?” you ask dumbfounded.
Jennifer nods her head, “Mmhmm. I found out some very fascinating things about you.”
You mumble something incoherently.
Jennifer says, “For example, I found out that you have a little foot fetish.”
You try to gain some semblance of composure. “I do not. Jennifer, this is inappropriate. You need to…”
Jennifer cuts you off and begins to speak in a more authoritative tone. “Your website history and bookmarks say otherwise.”
“You must be mistaken,” you say. You are still trying to project an air of confidence.
Jennifer shakes her head, “I don’t think so professor. I also saw that you have a bunch of emails pertaining to pictures of several female students. Some of the back and forth you had with… Ted was it? Some of your comments were utterly inappropriate. I also saw that you assigned numbers to their pictures? What the hell is up with that? You are a total creep!”
Your face is a solid shade of red at this point. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Surely we can just…”
Jennifer again interrupts. Her tone steadily growing even more assertive. “Do you know that one of those girls is the daughter of Dean Cameron? I wonder how he’d feel about that. And can you imagine my surprise when I saw that you had a folder on your computer titled ‘Jennifer’? Seriously professor… pictures of my panties? Really? I’m guessing you have been stalking me for a while.”
You stammer, “No. Honestly, I wasn’t stalking you. I just… I just… W-what do you want?”
She stands up and whispers in your ear, “Ahhh… now that is the correct question. I want you to do what I say. Anything I say. If you comply, I will keep our little secret. If you don’t, I will send these files to every student and professor at this university. You will be fired and your life will be ruined. I will of course make sure to really seal your fate with a detailed story about how uncomfortable you made me feel and how you made all sorts of inappropriate proposals to me.”
“I never…” “Don’t be naive!” she interjects waiving her finger. “Who do you think people will believe? A startup teacher with pictures of his student’s undies on his computer or cute little innocent me?” Jennifer bats her long eyelashes. “Also, don’t forget all of the campus security videos that will show you coming to my dorm. That won’t look suspicious at all, right?”
Jennifer walks towards the door and puts on a pair of sneakers. She turns around and says, “I’ll be back in a little while. I’m going to the gym for a workout. While I am gone, I want you to think very carefully about what you will do for me when I return. Don’t go anywhere. “Ponder your situation carefully. Toodaloo.” Jennifer waves as she departs.
You just sit on the bed stunned. You find yourself alone in Jennifer’s dorm room. You don’t know what to do. If you do what Jennifer says, she will probably continue to blackmail you. If you don’t, you could lose your job and ruin a promising career. What in the world could she want anyway? An A+ in your class? No, that can’t be it, she could get a perfect grade in any class with little effort. Money perhaps? You don’t understand her motivation here. She’s understandably upset with you though. You never should have taken those pictures. Perhaps you can still reason with her.
Whatever she wants, you need to make a decision before she returns. You are leaning towards going along with Jennifer’s blackmail for now. That will at least buy you some time to manage the situation.
You wait nervously sitting on the bed for over an hour. Your imagination runs wild. You wonder what Jennifer’s intentions are. You hope she won’t be too cruel. She was always so polite and friendly in class. You’ve never seen this side of her.
Finally, Jennifer returns. She is dripping wet from head to toe. She kicks off her sneakers and joins you in the bedroom. “I’m back professor. I had a great workout and I got very sweaty and smelly as you can see. I did step aerobics and weight training.” She sits herself down on the bed right next to you. Her shoulder is touching yours. The body odor is even worse than usual. You’d like to shift away from her, but you don’t want to aggravate the situation. You hadn’t moved the whole time that she was gone. “So, did you decide what you are going to do? Do you agree to do anything I say or would you rather I release the blackmail files and ruin your life?” Her tone is so matter-of-fact. It’s like she’s asking you what you want for lunch or some other mundane question.
Jennifer stares at you with a serious expression on her face while waiting for your answer. She is not bluffing. You would be fired and never be able to get a good job again. Your life would indeed be ruined, you are fairly certain of that. You have little choice, you will have to do what Jennifer wants. You reply, “I’ll do whatever you say.” Jennifer shifts to a more friendly and playful demeanor in an instant. Smiling she replies, “Oh, I know you will. This arrangement is going to be epic. You’ll see!”
You are shocked by how happy she is to have made you submit. Jennifer says, “This is a contract that states you agree to be my slave. Sign it and I will not release the blackmail files.” You balk at the term slave.
Jennifer slides the contract towards you. It contains a few paragraphs of legalistic language stating that you agree to be Jennifer’s slave for as long as she sees fit. Also, it states that you agree to do whatever Jennifer asks and if you refuse, she has the right to punish you however she wants. You read the contract and wish you could think of some other way to get out of this mess. You will have to sign if you want to pacify her for now. Besides, contracts signed under this sort of duress are not legally binding anyway. Additionally, contracts that seek to codify illegal activities are null and void. You try to convince yourself that signing this document is no big deal.
You attempt to hold the pen steady in your shaking hand. You sign the contract. Jennifer smiles, jumps off the bed and claps her hands in excitement. “Good, now that we have that settled, take off your clothes!”
You are shocked and embarrassed to hear Jennifer tell you to take off your clothes in front of her. You hesitate to follow her order. You just sit there stunned. Jennifer becomes angry and says, “Why are you just sitting there? How can you fail to understand such a simple command? Obey me or suffer the consequences. It would be a real shame if you ruined your career when you were just making a name for yourself.”
Jennifer’s strict tone scares you into obedience. You stand up and begin to nervously take off your clothes. First you pull off your tie and then unbutton your shirt and pants. Jennifer watches attentively as you strip down to your underwear. You are wearing blue boxer shorts. You are embarrassed beyond words. Jennifer makes a mocking show of looking you up and down. “Oh be quick about it. Underwear too obviously.”
You try to delay the inevitable. You try to think of something to say. Jennifer taps her foot while she takes out her phone. “You have three seconds until I release the files.” You hurriedly pull your underwear down and step out of them. Now you are standing completely naked in front of your student. This is all happening so fast. “Well, it’s not the biggest penis I’ve ever seen, but I suppose it will have to do.” You can almost feel the weight of her gaze upon your nude body.
You blush looking down at your flaccid two inch dick and she continues, “Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles. I want to examine your asshole.”
You are about to protest when Jennifer again threatens you with her phone. “Are you disobeying me again already?” You promptly bend over and grab your ankles. The lowered position of your head only adds to the lightheadedness that you are already experiencing from the shock of it all.
Jennifer walks closer and stands behind you. You feel so intimidated. She spits in her hand and lubes up her pointer finger. “This might hurt a little bit.” With only that brief warning she pushes her finger deep into your ass. Your face contorts as you bite your lip and try not to cry out. This can not be happening. Jennifer pushes and pulls her finger in and out a few times. The spit provides very little lubrication and you moan in discomfort.
You start to whimper uncontrollably. Jennifer says, “What’s wrong professor? Are you embarrassed? Are you ashamed that your student has made you her slave and has her finger up your ass?”
You say, “This is so humiliating Jennifer. Please stop this.”
Jennifer rams her finger in even harder, making you groan loudly. She says, “You will no longer call me Jennifer. You will now address me as Mistress. Is that clear?” She pushes her finger all the way to the base for emphasis as she asks this question.
You yelp and say, “Y-Y-Yes, Mistress.”
She speeds up her finger thrusts. It is really starting to hurt now and your shame steadily grows. “While I’m finger fucking your ass like the bitch you are, I think this is a great opportunity for you to apologize for perving on me and all of those other girls, don’t you think professor?”
“I’m, I’m sorry.” you say in a quiet voice. Jennifer begins to thrust her finger even harder and faster. She is ramming you at a rate of three per second with each violent insertion making an obscene slapping sound as her hand smacks up against your behind. Your whole body is reverberating with that frequency and you are having difficulty holding your balance. You grit your teeth and grip your ankles tighter.
Jennifer mocks you, “I’m sorry? That is all you can come up with? I’m sorry? You have an IQ of 162. I think you can do better than a pathetic I’m sorry. Granted, you have the mind of a chimp compared to my 235, but I’m not letting you off the hook that easily. Take a moment to think of an appropriate apology. If it is to my liking, I’ll stop violating your asshole.”
You find it very hard to think clearly through the painful thrusts. You’ve never experienced any sort of anal penetration before, making this crazy situation even harder to process. You are also a bit distracted by her claim of having an IQ of 235. That is higher than any ever recorded. She must be bragging, trying to intimidate you. You try to focus as best you can. You want this to stop. Perhaps this is the moment you can convince Jennifer that you are genuinely sorry. Maybe after this, she’ll show mercy and forgive you. Despite the relentless ass pounding, you begin to formulate the sort of apology that you think she wants to hear.
The sound of your voice is rhythmically distorted from Jennifer’s rough anal probing. “I am sincerely sorry for perving on you and the other students Mistress Jennifer. It was very wrong of me and I promise that nothing like that will ever happen again. I deserved this humiliating punishment and I thank you for helping me see the error of my ways.”
Jennifer lightly slaps your ass as she removes her finger. “Good boy. Very good boy. You can stand up now. Your ass is about as tight as I expected. That will make your anal training all the more fun.”
You are so relieved that she stopped that you hardly register the comment about anal training. You let go of your ankles and stand up. Your asshole is definitely sore. You are still embarrassed standing there naked in front of Jennifer with your small flaccid penis dangling in the wind, but at least she is no longer pounding your butthole. You feel so humiliated and submissive in front of this cruel girl, but you are hopeful that your apology will placate her and this horrible ordeal will all be over soon. You turn to face your tormentor. You find that your eyes instinctively look down to the floor at her feet. You are too ashamed to look at her face-to-face after what she just did to you.
Mistress Jennifer says, “Now that you are nothing but my lowly slave, you need to learn to worship me properly. I want you to fully appreciate every part of my majestic body. You will have to smell and lick every inch and every crevice, no matter how dirty. In fact, consider it your new job to keep me clean from head to toe with your tongue. I know this is going to be very hard for you. My roommate says that my feet and bum in particular are very stinky. She complains about them all of the time. That is probably because I almost never shower.” She giggles.
You eye Jennifer’s sweat-soaked workout outfit. You would not have thought that a girl could get so sweaty. Your hopes of Jennifer being done with you are dashed. You don’t like where this is heading at all. You’ve never known anyone with such terrible body odor. Still though, you decide that cooperation is your best bet here. At some point, she’ll feel that you’ve suffered enough.
She giggles, “I’ve been wearing these cute socks for two weeks and worked out almost every day. They must stink so bad! Well, let’s start your body worship training with those shall we?” You think to yourself that this must explain why she always wears light pink socks. They were the same socks the whole time! You pray that the same is not true for her panties, but you strongly doubt it.
Jennifer sits down on her bed and wiggles her toes in her socks. She snaps her fingers and points to the ground by her feet with an evil grin. “Get down on your knees and smell my socks!”
You kneel before her like a royal subject and look down at her feet. You already want to throw up as you can already smell her stench even from this distance. You are no longer so sure that you can do this. You begin to tremble.
Jennifer slaps your face hard and says, “Did you not hear my command? Are you being a disobedient slave?”
You say through tears, “No… Mistress.”
Jennifer slaps your face again and says, “Louder!”
You say, “No… Mistress!”
Jennifer slaps your face one more time and says, “Now, smell my stinky, sweaty socks!”
You bend over and bring your nose within a few inches of her feet. You take a few light tentative sniffs. The odor is so much worse than you expected and you were fearing that it would be pretty bad.
Jennifer says, “Not like that you fucking idiot. I want your nose touching. I want to hear you taking long deep breaths as you really take in the scent of your goddess. This isn’t supposed to be easy for you. Think of this as a potential cure for your perverted foot fetish.”
Jennifer is glaring at you with a stern look. You are scared to death of disobeying her. You don’t know what else to do, so you put your nose right to her foot and start taking a deep breaths. You can feel your stomach start to churn as you retch. The socks have such a strong stench that you can taste it in your mouth. You gag, but manage a few more deep inhalations at her prompting.
“Now I want you to hold your head up so I can rub my feet all over your stupid face. I want to give you a good facial scrubbing with my moist socks.” Jennifer rubs her feet all over your entire face. She starts at your forehead and works her way down. She mercilessly lingers over your nose and lips as she presses hard enough to squeeze out some of the fetid sweat as she grinds it into your skin.
Jennifer looks pleased with that and says, “Given how smelly my socks are, just imagine how gross my feet must be!” You groan thinking about your fate. You say, “Please stop this Jennifer. This is disgusting. Please don’t make me do this!”
Jennifer scowls. “I think you meant to say Mistress Jennifer, and yes, I am indeed making you do this!”
Jennifer takes off her socks and throws them at your face. You manage to catch them instinctively. “Now shove both socks into your mouth! All of the way in. You are going to serve as my personal Laundromat. I want you to swirl them around and get them nice and clean for me. Use lots of spit and suck hard. I don’t care how gross it is. You will do this or the files get released.”
You close your eyes as if that will somehow help to mitigate the taste as you begin to place the first sock into your mouth. Your tongue tries to recoil, but there is nowhere for it to go. You begin to choke as you shove the other sock in. It is a tight fit, with very little room to spare. The taste defies imagination. You fight the powerful urge to spit them out and you begin to swirl the socks around in your mouth as best you can with your tongue. You can taste the dirt and sweat as the grimy contents wring from the material. The salt irritates the back of your throat the first time that you swallow.
Jennifer says, “Now… I want you to repeat after me, and be sure to sound grateful. Say thank you for giving me the honor of cleaning your smelly, sweaty, dirty socks Mistress Jennifer.”
You repeat after her to the best of your ability, but your voice is muffled and unintelligible speaking through the socks. You start to cry. Jennifer laughs, “You sound so ridiculous with my socks in your mouth! Try to say it more clearly.”
You repeat after her again, but you don’t manage any better. You feel sick. Besides the humiliation, having to try to speak just makes the experience even worse somehow.
Jennifer says, “I’m sorry, I still couldn’t hear you. Would you mind repeating once more? And for fuck’s sake, spit out the socks so you can do it properly you loser.” You take the socks out of your mouth and pathetically say, “Thank you for giving me the honor of cleaning your smelly, sweaty, dirty socks Mistress Jennifer.”
“That’s better. Well, they are obviously nowhere near clean yet. Back in your mouth they go. Wash them really well. Suck the stink right out of those socks slave or I’ll make you add laundry detergent. That would be a hundred times worse so you best show some enthusiasm.” You put the now spit-soaked, but still very smelly socks back in your mouth and continue cleaning them for several more minutes before she finally allows you to spit them out and hand them to her. She holds one up to her nose to smell it. She appears to be satisfied and puts them aside.
“Now we are moving on to my feet slave. I want you to think about how gross they are going to smell and taste. By the time you are done, my filthy feet are going to shine or I will release the blackmail files. You will clean my feet like your career depends on it, because it does. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” you say as you once again take up the position of kneeling before her as she sits smugly on the bed.
Jennifer puts her bare feet right on your face and orders you to smell. The skunky, acrid odor is so bad that worry it may even be toxic. It is literally that awful. You wonder how feet that are this pretty can smell so disgusting. You can definitely tell that her feet have not been washed for a very long time. The recent workout certainly didn’t help matters either. “Get to cleaning slave.” You take a final deep breath and start licking. The taste is indescribable. You feel like throwing up but you know you have to do this or else. You try to focus on the tops of her feet which are slightly cleaner, but only in a relative sense. You lick for about a minute before Jennifer pulls her feet away and lifts her leg up to inspect your work.
“Terrible,” she says. “Why are you cleaning only the tops? Look how gross the bottoms are still. I can also feel grit between my toes. You haven’t done a good job at all. I think you are trying to avoid the dirtiest spots. Between the toes is where all the good stuff ferments. Get your tongue in there and lick. I don’t want any filth left between my toes or anywhere else.”
Jennifer spreads her toes so that you can clean between them more easily. Your tongue finds the most horrid things buried in those crevices. It stinks and tastes like a very pungent and long-expired cheese. You are in hell and she seems to be enjoying every second of your suffering. She gives you a break from her toes from time to time, redirecting your efforts to the dirt covered soles. You are forced to alternate between toes and soles for nearly twenty more appalling minutes. Your persistence eventually begins to reveal the soft, supple skin of her delicate feet as you work your way through layers of grime.
You feel mortified. You wish that you could just run out the door and leave this nightmare far behind. You loath agreeing to come here. You regret ever meeting this girl. You just keep doing as you are instructed until Jennifer finally pulls her feet away from your face.
“Now it’s time to judge your work. Jennifer slides a finger along the bottom of both feet and brings it to her nose to gauge the odor. She then feels around between several of her toes. She savors the tension in the air as she languidly proceeds with the assessment. You are fairly sure by the vastly improved smell and appearance that you did a good job, but her severe demeanor still manages to make you feel apprehensive. “Well, that’s better,” she says. “Don’t hesitate to dig into the worst of the filth next time or you’ll be punished.”
You look up at her, filled with an intense mixture of emotions. You are relieved that she is no longer making you clean her feet, but you are fearful of what she is going to make you do next. The horrible taste of her socks and feet lingers in your mouth and down your throat. You’ve never felt so unclean on a visceral level. You’ve never felt so used or so helpless.
Mistress Jennifer says, “So you have cleaned my sweaty socks and my stinky feet so far slave. This is just the start of your body worship training. There are still many dirty parts of my body that I am going to force you to smell and clean with your tongue. Yep, this is just going to keep getting grosser and grosser for you slave. Are you nervous?”
You only manage a feeble whimper and nod your head.
Jennifer pulls down her exercise shorts and throws them in the corner. She sits down on her wooden desk chair and spreads her legs giving you an excellent view of the pale pink panties that played a major role in the horrifying situation that you now find yourself. “Now, slave, I want you to kneel between my legs, take one nice deep breath through your nose to take in my musk and lick the front of my dirty panties clean.”
Your reluctant obedience is almost becoming second nature at this point. You kneel and bend forward until your face is between Jennifer’s legs. You stare at the damp panties covering her pussy. You take a deep breath with your nose pressed firmly to her crotch. You are taken back by the smell which is a mixture of sweat, urine, and pussy juice.
“Start licking, slave,” Jennifer demands.
You close your eyes and begin to lick her panties. The taste is stale and bitter. Her panties taste very different from her socks, but they are equally disgusting, if not worse. Your face wrinkles with distain and you want nothing more than to pull away, but you know she will get angry if you stop.
“That’s right, slave. Lick those panties clean,” Jennifer says in a condescending tone. “Professor, I’m shocked that you don’t appear to be enjoying this. These are of course the very same panties that you lusted over last week when you snuck those pictures. I figured you’d love the opportunity to get intimately acquainted with the object of your perverted affection. I’m sure you realize by now that I’ve worn these for two weeks as well, just like my socks.”
You continue to lick the front of Jennifer’s panties and she begins to moan in pleasure. The outline of her mounds that lie just below the sheer fabric become more and more visible as your tongue presses up against her groin. This is even more humiliating than cleaning her feet. You are far too subjugated to fane any pretence of pride. You openly weep as you continue your efforts.
“Mmmm yes. I love the feeling of your tongue on my panties, slave,” Jennifer says in a very lustful tone. Jennifer’s moans get louder and she starts grinding her gross panties into your face. “I bet my panties taste far worse than you imagined. You’re tasting two weeks of crotch sweat, pee and vaginal discharge. I want you to focus on that as you lick. God that is nasty.”
Jennifer grabs a handful of your hair to better hold you in place as she grinds her panties across your tongue even harder. It is getting more difficult to breathe with your nose pressed tightly up against her. You begin to feel like you are going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Jennifer finally lets go of your hair and you gasp for breath. You try to move away, but Jennifer grabs a hold of your hair again and repositions your head. “Oh no, you don’t. You aren’t done cleaning my panties yet, slave. I was just giving you a quick breather. Back to work.”
After several more smothering rounds, Jennifer finally lets you catch your breath again. You gasp desperately and look up at Jennifer with pleading eyes. She has a huge grin on her face.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jennifer asks. You open your mouth to respond, but before you can say anything, Jennifer gives you one final round while excitedly moaning, “Lick! Lick! Lick!”
You wonder if it’s actually over this time. You can taste the foulness of Jennifer’s crotch and you are still breathing heavily. You feel queasy and lightheaded. Jennifer laughs, “You know, I think I can really learn to enjoy that.” The fact that your suffering is providing her with so much entertainment would be infuriating if you had any remaining resolve. The stale flavor remains in your mouth.
Mistress Jennifer continues, “Of course, you can’t really clean my dirty panties properly like this now can you? You’ve cleaned the outside crotch area well enough, but the dirtiest parts of my panties are obviously on the inside. Here, let’s see how dirty they still are.” With that, Jennifer slides her panties down and she steps out of them. She stands in front of you naked from the waist down. You instinctively ogle her pussy. Jennifer is a cruel, but beautiful girl and you can’t help but think that her shaved pussy is incredibly attractive, despite all that she has done to you. No sooner have you had this thought when you catch a whiff of the pungent smell that emanates from her now exposed genitals. That probably does not bode well for things to come.
She holds her dirty panties up and turns them inside out. Jennifer giggles, “Oh my gosh, look at how filthy they are on the inside.” She shows you the inside crotch area of her panties. You see yellow and creamy spots on the inside crotch area. You cringe at the sight. Jennifer taunts, “Ewww… I think the darker stains are dried pee. The lighter ones are probably just my cum, as I masturbate in them often.”
Mistress Jennifer continues to examine her panties. “I’m sure you know that the interior back parts will be the dirtiest of all. The area that rubs up against my stinky bum all day is bound to be really disgusting.” She adjusts the panties to better observe the thin strip of fabric that was up her ass crack just moments ago. Jennifer sneers, “Good lord, look at that. The back is almost one continuous skid mark!” Jennifer cringes and holds the panties a bit farther from her face. “Ughhh, I can smell the shit stains from here. Oh my gosh, I almost feel sorry for you slave. I knew the inside of my panties were going to be revolting after wearing them for two weeks, but this is even worse than I could have imagined. Perhaps making you clean them is too harsh… perhaps I should show some mercy in this case…” Your spirit briefly lifts as you think for just a moment that you may be spared the taste of the dirtiest bits of her panties.
Jennifer cackles loudly, “Hah hah hah, just kidding slave. I worked very hard to get those blackmail files and I can assure you that you will never get any mercy from me!” Your spirit plummets. You don’t know what is worse, the physical act of performing the disgusting tasks or the psychological trauma of the relentless degradation. She continues, “Of course you have to clean the inside stupid! Would you have me put them back on with all of those disgusting stains? Here, smell how nasty these things are on the inside.”
Jennifer presses her panties under your nose. You are overwhelmed by the strong smell of dried urine and feces. Jennifer says, “Sniff it! Sniff it good slave!” You inhale as hard as you can trying to placate this sadistic girl. Jennifer’s eyes roll back in ecstasy as she watches you comply. Jennifer’s smile reaches from one ear to the other. She grabs her phone and says, “I’m going to give you exactly five minutes to wash all of the stains out of these panties. I’m going to shove them inside out into your mouth and you are going to suck and swirl your saliva around, trying to get them spotless. If they are not completely clean when the time is up, there will be… consequences.”
Jennifer forces your mouth open wide as she jams the soiled garment to the back of your throat. “You have five minutes to clean. Let’s start… now!” She starts a timer on her phone.
The tastes that she is making you endure just keep getting worse and worse. There are multiple layers of foul flavors. Every instinct in your body makes you want to spit out the fetid fabric, but you fear the consequences of failure too much to stop now. You bolster your resolve and begin to swirl and suck as hard as you can. You hope to get the panties clean enough to pass the inspection that Jennifer will no doubt perform. She stands menacingly over you like a malevolent supervisor. “One minute down, four more to go.” You redouble your efforts as the putrid flavors swirl and mingle in your mouth.
“Two minutes down, three more to go.” It takes all of your willpower not to puke. The hardest part is swallowing the saliva that you know contains the contents of all of those nasty stains.
Jennifer taps her foot and says, “Only two more minutes, slave.” You can feel your stomach begin to rebel. You are determined to beat the odds and get the stains out though.
“One minute left. Suck it like you mean it bitch!” You continue to swirl and suck on the panties.
“Time’s up!” She pulls the panties out of your mouth and inspects them closely. It takes just a short moment before she says, “Tisk, tisk. These are not clean enough. It looks like the pee and cum stains are gone, but the dark brown skid marks are almost as dark as when you started! I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you for your failure. You have to try harder slave.”
After a moment of pensive thought she says, “I have good news and bad news for you slave. The good news is that I’m going to give you a whole ten more minutes to try to suck those disgusting shit stains out of my panties. The bad news is, I’m going to be giving you the bare bottomed spanking of a lifetime during the entire ten minutes to serve as proper motivation.” Jennifer roughly puts her panties back in your mouth and props herself up on her bed. “Get over my knee.”
You position yourself across Jennifer’s lap. You feel deep shame at the humiliating position with your bum in the air like a naughty schoolboy. She starts the timer and begins spanking your bare bottom as hard as she can without delay. Her hand comes down hard and fast over and over again. The pain is considerable. The sharp stings almost make you forget the task at hand, but then you recall that you better get cleaning. You once again swirl, suck and chew on the rank panties. You are instantly reminded that the taste is even worse than the smell and you are gagging the entire time. You are determined to get these stains out. You don’t want to think about what she’ll do if you fail your second chance.
Jennifer spanks you for a solid two minutes. She yells, “suck harder slave! I want to hear your swirling saliva.” Jennifer begins spanking you even harder. “You better get those stains out or you will be very, very, sorry!” The pain is so bad that tears begin rolling down your cheeks.
Jennifer continues the relentless spanking. She never slows nor tires. Your entire bum glows pink. “You only have five more minutes left. Come on, get them clean!”
The pain is growing unbearable. You are not sure you can take much more of this. You decide to suck even harder. Your mouth is starting to hurt from the effort. You try a very hard chewing action, hoping this will dislodge the stubborn stains.
“OK, let’s see how things are coming along.” She pulls the panties out for another inspection. The skid mark stains that were once dark brown are now faded to a much lighter shade.” She exclaims, “Well, look at that! You are making great progress now! I knew a hard spanking would be just the sort of motivation that you needed. You have three more minutes to get the last remnants. Remember, I want them truly spotless… or else.” She puts the panties back in your mouth and continues spanking you.
Blow after blow has you moaning into the panties as you continue to try to concentrate on chewing and hard sucking. You lose track of time, lost in the misery of the searing pain and humiliation. At least the horrible taste is starting to fade. You think this must be a sign of progress. Staying grateful for the smallest things may be the key to keeping your sanity through all of this.
The spanking stops. “Time’s up. Final inspection time.” She pulls the panties out of your mouth and holds them in front of your face. She folds them every which way as she inspects every inch. To your relief she says, “Well done slave. They look as clean as the day I bought them.” She gives you one final hard swat on your bum that makes you yelp and she lets you off of her lap. You blush with humiliation as you stand naked before your tormentor thinking about what you just endured. You gently rub your backside and cringe.
Jennifer says sternly, “Well don’t just stand there rubbing your ass like an idiot. Thank your mistress for giving you the proper motivation to clean her filthy panties.”
You swallow your pride. At least that would be the right expression if any pride remained. “Thank you for the spanking Mistress.”
“That’s better. You need to always show the proper gratitude. Honestly, I didn’t think you would be able to get the panties as clean as you did. Those nasty things had weeks of encrusted residue that I doubt even a washer machine could have easily removed. From now on, your mouth is going to serve as my personal washer machine. You are going to have to clean all of my dirty socks and panties from now on. What do you think of that slave?”
You are horrified by the idea of having to clean more filthy socks and panties. You want to tell her that you won’t do it, that this is fucking crazy, but you know she will make you regret any resistance.
“It… It will be an honor to be used as my mistress’s personal washer machine.” You say.
Jennifer smiles and says, “Good slave. I’m glad that you are starting to understand where you stand in this relationship.”
You slump in despair. “Oh cheer up slave,” Jennifer says with a playful voice. “I wear all of my socks and underwear for one to two weeks, so you really won’t have to suck them clean all that often. I’ll enjoy wearing them knowing that they are getting grosser and grosser with each passing day. Well, of course, you are going to have to clean my roommate Karen’s socks and panties as well, so I suppose that will increase your workload a bit. I think she wears hers for only two or three days at a time.”
You release an involuntary quiet moan of hopelessness. Mistress Jennifer folds her panties that are now clean, but still soaked with your spit and places them in the dresser along with her socks. As she does this, you catch a glimpse of her naked bum as she turns away from you for a moment. She is still wearing her sweaty workout tee-shirt, but she is completely naked besides that. Her firm round bum is a sight to behold. For the first time since your ordeal began, your tiny flaccid penis shows a little spark of life as it becomes just a little chubby at the spectacle of Jennifer’s backside. She turns around and notices your growing arousal.
“It looks like you are enjoying this,” she says accusingly.
You do not respond. You just hang your head in shame. Jennifer walks towards you and violently grabs your balls. “I didn’t give you permission to get a boner… did I slave?” she asks as she begins to squeeze and twist your testicles painfully.
“N-N-No, Mistress,” you say through gritted teeth.
“I didn’t think so,” Jennifer says as she lets go of your scrotum. The pain causes you to lose the erection before she even releases her grip. Jennifer yells, “You will only get hard when I give you permission. You are such a pathetic loser. One quick look at my bum and you start getting hard after all I have put you through. You are definitely a pervert in need of some self control. There wasn’t really any doubt to begin with, but I now know more than ever that you truly deserve all of this and then some.” She pauses before continuing, “Well, I assume that means you’re an ass man. Is that correct? You like bums as well as feet?”
“Yes,” you admit. Jennifer smiles and says, “well, you’ll get up close and personal with my bottom soon enough and I bet you may rethink your fetishes by the time you are done cleaning me. Just remember how bad those panties tasted. Consider how much worse the source of all those putrid stains will taste!” You cringe at the thought. You just awkwardly stand silently looking down at the floor. “But I am getting ahead of myself. We have to get back to your body worship training. So far I’ve made you clean my socks, feet and panties. There are other areas that I want you to clean before we get to my bum. After all, we might as well save the best for last hah hah hah.” She glares at you with distain as she laughs hysterically.
Mistress Jennifer removes her sweaty tee-shirt and throws it in the corner of the room atop her workout shorts. She raises her left arm and smells her own armpit. “Oh god that is ripe!” she proclaims as she sniffs. “Slave, you are next going to learn to worship my armpits.”
Despite the dreadful news of your next cleaning task, you stop to admire Jennifer’s perky breasts. They are perfectly shaped c cups with tiny pink nipples. Remembering her earlier warning, you decide to stop staring before you begin to show signs of arousal again. She grabs the back of your head and guides your face towards her armpit. She pushes your nose right to the center. You offer a bit of instinctual resistance, but her grip on your hair is strong. “Awww, does the slave not like my stench? A good slave gets to know all of their owner’s stinks and flavors.” She aggressively rubs your face in her stinky armpit. “Come on. I want to hear you smell them.”
You take a deep breath and begin to choke on the pungent odor. You have no choice but to breathe in the rank aroma. It permeates your nasal cavities. “Oh that’s right, sniff it up. Deeper. Deeper. Don’t half-ass this slave.” Your disgust seems to make her all the more happy.
“Now lick my pit clean like the loser that you are!” You begin to lick reluctantly. Jennifer yells, “Clean it thoroughly!” You are forced to lick her armpit for over five minutes. The sweat and stink go from bad to worse as your mouth is filled with the filth of her pit. “Now the other!” she commands as she guides you to her other armpit.
You think to yourself that Jennifer’s armpits are not quite as bad as her feet, but they are still pretty rank. This is the first time that your task has progressed to something just a bit easier, but you doubt that trend will last long. You try to get on with it and continue to take long licks from bottom to top with your tongue. Jennifer looks on with glee. “Oh this is too funny. I’m going to be having so much fun with you. You are my blackmail bitch. You are just my foot licking, armpit cleaning little bitch.” You try your best to ignore her taunts, but the ever-growing shame is unavoidable.
You are forced to lick for several more minutes. “I hate having stinky pits.” She releases your head. She takes a quick whiff of each armpit to check your work. “Not bad, not bad at all actually. I guess we can add armpit licker to your pathetic list of talents. Playtime is over. I want to see how you handle my pussy.”
Jennifer sits back down on the chair, opens her legs and shamelessly spreads her pussy lips apart with her fingers giving you your first really good look at her cunt. Strings of gooey slime stretch between her pussy lips and a yellow creamy discharge oozes from her slit. You almost puke at the display. You involuntarily cover your mouth with your hand.
Jennifer laughs heartily, “Oh the look on your face is priceless. You could at least try to hide your disgust a little. I know… it’s really gross right? Some girls go out of their way to keep their pussies nice and clean. Not me! I do keep it shaved, but I take pride in ensuring that my pussy is as rank as possible. I never douche or wash down there. Not even when I have my period. Cleaning dirty vaginas is the job of lowly slaves like yourself, not a regal goddess. I bet there is some dried period blood up in there too.” You look again at the filthy vagina on exhibit before you and shake your head from side to side. Her body language confirms that she is indeed very proud of the condition of her pussy.
“I’m going to give you the privilege of cleaning it all up. You are going to use your tongue to lick my cunt sparkling clean. I want you to make sure that you get all up inside there and don’t miss a spot.” Jennifer giggles as she flaps her lips repeatedly making lewd noises with the viscous ooze to emphasize how gross she is making this for you.
Jennifer sits back and relaxes in the chair as you get into a kneeling position before her. She places her legs on your shoulders and interlocks her now clean feet behind your head. She uses her strong athletic legs to guide your head towards her disgusting snatch. Jennifer says, “Come on slave, you must know how this is going to go by now. Start with some deep breaths. Let the smell hint at the horrors to come.”
You helplessly comply and breathe in the rank odor of Jennifer’s unwashed pussy. It smells of rotten eggs, weeks old garbage and stale beer. You almost lose it right then and there. You have to fight vomit back down your throat. You are certain that Jennifer would go positively ballistic if you threw up on her.
“OK slave, lick it!” Jennifer demands as she locks your face more firmly in place with a squeeze of her legs.
You tentatively lick at her outer lips. They are slimy with a thick and bitter taste. You try different strategies to keep from puking. You try thinking of pleasant thoughts as you force your tongue around the folds of her foul slit. Eventually, your tongue briefly caresses the bud of Jennifer’s clit. Jennifer begins to moan and says, “careful slave, this is a training session in cleaning, not oral service. I am not in that kind of mood at the moment. Enough beating around the bush. Hah hah pun intended! Now get that tongue deep inside of me and see what delicious treasures you can find.”
You push your tongue deep into her smelly love canal. You can taste the foulness of her pussy as your tongue is completely engulfed in what can only be described as pure putrescence. Jennifer begins to make loud squeaking noises and starts to gently rock her hips back and forth to aid your tongue in the scrubbing process. You try to turn your head as you feel another wave of vomit working its way up your throat, but Jennifer uses her strong legs to hold your face in position. “Tell me slave, how does it taste in there?”
“Truly vile, ” you say truthfully in a muffled tone with your tongue still inside her. You can definitely identify clumps of dried period blood, but there are also other slimy wads of filth that defy identification. Jennifer giggles, “hah hah hah, I appreciate the honesty. Now lick faster! I want to feel your tongue going deep and I want all of my vaginal crud to end up in your tummy, not on the floor. Swallow everything. Yum, yum, yum!”
The muscles of Jennifer’s tight pussy rhythmically squeeze your tongue. Your concentration is broken for just a moment as you fantasize about how good that would feel around your cock. Jennifer notices that your tongue has slowed as you distract yourself and gives your head another tight squeeze with her legs to spur you back into action. You are ashamed that your mind wandered to such lustful thoughts during such a disgusting act.
Still, you wonder if Jennifer is getting sexual pleasure from this. She is making a lot of noise. Almost as if she reads your mind, Jennifer says, “Don’t think that I’m getting off on this because I’m not. You disgust me. Now get back to work!” You are not sure that you believe her. You think it more likely that Jennifer has her own unusual kinks and that this probably isn’t comforting news from your perspective.
You continue the grueling task of cleaning out her filthy vagina. The hardest part is swallowing the sticky clumps that come out with each deep thrust of your tongue. After several minutes of this, you finally feel that you are making some progress as your tongue finds fewer and fewer gobs of filth as it probes around the orifice. You grow confident that all of the putrid contents have been removed. You try not to think of all of the refuse that now resides in your stomach as focusing on that starts to give you the dry heaves again. Jennifer doesn’t seem to be done with your tongue and she holds you in place for considerably more time as she grinds her hips and makes obscene noises the entire time.
Jennifer abruptly yells, “stop” as she kicks you away with her legs. You almost fall over from the unexpected assault. Jennifer proclaims that it is inspection time as she thrusts her middle finger into her twat and wiggles it around. You gain a new perspective from this distance. Now that her young, beautiful, shaved pussy looks much cleaner, you find yourself once again getting aroused at the sight of her probing digit. You picture how disgusting her pussy was before you cleaned it to help prevent yourself from getting hard. It works, but you aren’t sure for how long.
Jennifer pulls her finger out of her pussy and brings it up to her nose smelling it. Jennifer looks at you and says, “Well slave, it seems that you did a pretty good job of cleaning me out. You can look forward to being my personal douche, especially after my heavy periods. Let’s see if you can do as well with the rest of me.”
You are briefly unsure of her next intention until she bends over with her hands on the chair and her ass in the air. She wiggles her bum teasingly as she says, “that’s right slave, it is time for the grand finally of your body worship lesson. You need to experience every inch of my gorgeous body, even the very dirtiest part of all!”
She reaches back with her hands and spreads her ass cheeks apart, revealing the depths of her crevice to you for the first time. You begin to panic and hyperventilate as you see the dried crusty brown residue that runs almost the entire length of her ass crack. The coating around her puckered butthole is particularly thick to the point of almost hiding her sphincter. You have never seen such a disgusting display and you have never been so scared in all your life.
Jennifer looks at you with a smirk and says, “Well, what are you waiting for? I’ll be nice and let you start off with just some deep smelling to help you get used to it. I suppose it’s a little dirtier than you expected, but that is simply because I don’t believe in using toilet paper. That’s such a waste of trees don’t you think? From now on, your tongue will serve as my toilet paper! Hmmm, come to think of it, you can consider this lesson a two for one special. It will also serve as stage one of your toilet training!”
You begin to stammer incoherently, “n-n-no, no, I, I, I ughhh, I can’t, no p-p-please. Toi-toi-toilet? Wh-wh-what?”
Jennifer just laughs and says, “Well, I suppose if you really can’t bring yourself to do this then you don’t have to, but I must warn you that if you refuse my orders the deal is off and I’m going to post the blackmail files.”
You try to compose yourself as best you can and beg, “Jennifer please. I can’t do this. There are limits to what I can endure. I’ve done everything you’ve asked, but I can’t do this. Not this for Christ’s sake. Go ahead and release the files. I don’t care if I lose my job. No job is worth doing what you are asking.”
Jennifer’s face now turns into a deep scowl. “I don’t think you fully understand the situation you are in. I’m giving you a choice here, but it’s a choice between two horrible options. You can either willingly lick my ass and continue to do so until I feel that you have adequately cleaned me, or I can release the files and ruin your life. It’s up to you. But you should also know that I have even more dirt on you than I originally revealed. It is always good to have an ace up one’s sleeve as they say. I also gathered your tax files and know that you committed tax fraud. So you won’t only lose your job, you’ll also be going to jail for a very long time. To be specific, you owe Uncle Sam $147,522. Your consultant side work was very lucrative, and you didn’t pay a single dime in taxes for that under the table income.”
You feel a lump growing in your throat as you ask, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Jennifer snarls, “Because I can. You stalked me and now you are going to pay. I’m going to teach you how it feels to be violated like that a hundred times over. You perved on the wrong girl professor. Regardless, you needn’t worry about the how or the why. You only need to know that I am doing this.” She emphasizes the “am”. She continues, “This is your new reality. You are either going to be a good slave and do everything I say or you’ll be losing your job and going to jail. It is just that simple and you have no other options. I’ll also give you one last warning that you are not to call me Jennifer, but rather Mistress. I may allow you to refer to me as Jennifer in class if you’re lucky. I am being patient with you for now because I know this is a lot to take in and I can imagine the realization of having to lick dried poop from my ass crack has you a little stunned, but my tolerance is running out. So what will it be? Are you going to clean my bum?”
You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. You can’t go to jail. You just can’t. You’ve led a sheltered life. You’d be killed in there. You have no choice but to submit. You can survive this. It’ll be over soon enough and then you can get on with your life, or so you hope. Surely, she will grow tired of this disgusting game eventually.
You meekly reply, “Yes, Mistress.”
Jennifer smiles, “Good answer slave.” She wiggles her poopy bum and beckons you closer with her finger.
You don’t dare to procrastinate much longer, but still have a lingering question that you can’t shake. You gather a bit of courage and ask, “p-please Mistress Jennifer, what did you mean about stage one of toilet training?” Jennifer sighs with disappointment at the continued delay, but her face slightly softens. “Don’t worry about that now. This is just the first day of your training. Think of this as just body worship if it helps you get through it. Look, I’m a strict and demanding mistress, but I am not totally unreasonable. I know a slave needs to be guided steadily towards total depravity, not thrown into the deep end. You can do this. It’s not that bad. I extensively researched various forms of femdom on the Internet before blackmailing you. Information online suggests that old dried poop doesn’t smell or taste nearly as awful as the fresh stuff. I’ll start you with just some smelling of the dried feces in my crack to help ease you into it.”
You aren’t sure you like the implication of all that she said. You try to take a small amount of solace at the tiny hint of empathy that Jennifer expressed. She probably isn’t a total psychopath at least. You cling to any glimmer of hope at this desperate moment. You find it to be short-lived comfort as Jennifer spreads her ass cheeks even farther apart and you are met with the horrific reality of her shit encrusted crack and bunghole. You slowly start to lean in closer and are shocked by the intensity of the smell even while still several inches away. The scent is all consuming as it assaults and overwhelms your senses.
Jennifer giggles a bit and then says, “Time for deliberation and hesitation is up. I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint me. If I don’t feel your nose in my ass crack in ten seconds, those blackmail files are as good as sent. So let’s get started, yes?” She continues to wiggle her bum with child-like anticipation.
You can’t believe this is happening. The whole situation is surreal. You continue to advance your face the final few inches until your nose settles right between Jennifer’s firm round ass cheeks. You try to hold your breath as much as possible. A few shallow breaths taken partially through your mouth provide a strong whiff of the horrific stench emanating from her asshole. You simply can’t understand how someone could let their bum get this nasty. You moan and wince at the dread of her cruel expectations. Jennifer takes in every nuance of your reaction. “No cheating. No mouth breathing. I can feel the difference. This is for your own good… getting you ready for much worse to come. I want to hear ten deep breaths and I want you to keep your nose right over my brown starfish as you do so.”
You do as you’re told and take a few deep breaths, each one bringing a new wave of the horrific aromas. It smells like the rotting carcass of some long-dead animal mixed with every gross smell you can ever remember. You nearly vomit several times, but always manage to keep it down, just barely though. Your willpower is pushed to its limit as you hold your nose in place continuing to sniff. “You poor thing. This must be dreadful for you, but you are off to a good start. I only counted seven breaths so far. You have three more to go. I want the final three breaths to be extra deep and extra long. I’m going to count them out for you to make it easier.”
She begins the slow countdown to the completion of this degrading task. You breathe very deeply at each count as she ordered. “Three… Two…” she says followed by an extra long pause. “One!” Jennifer exclaims as she expels a powerful fart just as you are taking your final deep breath. The shock of the rotten blast is so strong that it nearly knocks you off your feet. You thrust your head back in utter revulsion. You feel violated as the fart permeates your nose and lungs. It feels like you are drowning in the foul gas. You begin to cough and sputter as you pull your head farther away from her bum. Jennifer breaks into primal laughter. She continues to laugh and laugh before she eventually gains some composure. Your cheeks blush deeply with humiliation and loathing.
“Oh my God. I couldn’t resist.” Jennifer says in between a few final laughs. “That was just too funny. I timed that perfectly!”
You don’t respond. You are too busy trying to expel the fart gas from your body with more coughing. Why would she think that was funny? It wasn’t funny at all. It was just embarrassing, degrading and disgusting. This girl is seriously twisted.
Jennifer’s laughter eventually subsides and she addresses you again in a slightly more serious tone. “I don’t think you appreciate how difficult it was to time that to the count. I was holding in that big fart for a very long time and it was starting to get a little uncomfortable. It was for your own good you know. I’m helping you adjust to your bum cleaning task. What better way to help you get used to my ass? So come on slave, thank your mistress for the gift of her fart. Thank me for enduring intestinal discomfort for your benefit.” Jennifer raises an eyebrow expectantly.
You feel lower than dirt. You have been utterly broken by a college girl. Your own student just made you smell her ass and farted right up your nose. You bow your head in shame and say, “Th-tha-thank you for the gift of your fart mistress.”
“You are most welcome. Now describe the smell of the fart to me.”
The depths of the humiliation knows no bounds. You scorn the thought of continuing to submit to her crazy demands, but you don’t have a choice. You aren’t sure how you can continue to do this, but things will only get worse if you resist her will. “Disgusting”, you reply tersely. Jennifer frowns and says, “Details slave. I want details.” You say, “it-it-it smelled like… like…” You pause to collect yourself and find the right words. “It smelled mostly like rotten eggs with a hint of old cheese and something else even more bitter.”
Jennifer exclaims, “Holy shit. You are really fucking good at that! I ate a big broccoli and cheese omelet this morning. You can now think of this lesson as a three for one special. Not only am I training you to worship my dirtiest body parts and stage one of your toilet training, I also just gave you an introduction to fart slavery. That’s right. You are going to be trained to be my human fart cushion hah hah hah. You know… I really should be angry with you for pulling your head away from my bum without permission. You can’t go pulling your head away like that just because I have a little gas.”
You are fearful of Jennifer’s chastising tone. You don’t want to be punished. How could she expect you to keep your face buried in her bum as she farted? Her words about being a human fart cushion are also starting to sink in and your spirits fall to even deeper lows as you think about having to endure that again. Her voice softens a bit once more. “But I’m not too angry, because it was fucking funny as hell. I told you already, I am cruel, but also reasonable. I know you weren’t expecting a nasty blast of fart gas right in your face. We’ll have plenty of time to turn you into a proper fart slave, don’t you worry. Must I remind you that my bum has yet to be cleaned. You had better get your face back in there while you are still used to the smell or it will only get harder.”
Jennifer’s words break your paralysis and you slowly move your face back towards her spread ass cheeks. You are still reeling from the shock of having just smelled her fart. You approach Jennifer’s bum as if it were a coiled snake waiting to strike again. Jennifer looks annoyed, but also a little amused with your reluctance. She warns, “I’ll make this easier for you slave. You have five seconds to get your face buried in my filthy bum with your nose right over the hole or the files get released.”
Jennifer quickly counts down from five. You start to panic and lunge forward just as she reaches one. You bury your face and your world plunges back into misery. The stench of dried poop mixed with weeks of unwashed bum sweat creates a unique foul smell all its own. You hear her giggle as you start to cry.
“There, there slave, I knew you wouldn’t want the files released. Don’t worry, I don’t think I have any more gas at the moment. In case that situation changes though, I’ll warn you that you are expected to keep your face in place or there will be severe consequences. Now let’s get to the really fun part. I’ll let you start with just licking the crack before we advance to my butthole.” Jennifer gives her cute bum another little wiggle for emphasis.
With a supreme effort you force yourself to stick out your tongue. At first contact, you are assaulted with an awful taste. It is like the nauseous smell that has been assaulting your nose has been converted to an even more concentrated flavor. You start licking up and down Jennifer’s crusty butt crack. You can feel the dried poop residue start to dissolve in your saliva. Having to lap up the brown slurry is the hardest and most humiliating thing that you have ever had to do. You try to think about anything else other than what you are doing, but the assault of the putrid flavors can not be ignored. Your senses are being inundated and you have to fight the urge to throw up several times. You truly don’t know how you keep managing to keep the puke down.
Jennifer taunts, “You see, it’s not so bad right? It’s just a couple of weeks of dried poop and sweat residue. I knew you could manage if you set your mind to it. Well, I suppose that’s easy for me to say. I’m not the one with my tongue up a nasty ass crack hah hah hah.”
You want to yell at Jennifer that she is a sick, twisted bitch, but that might result in the files being released. You just continue to do your job as best as you can manage. After several more minutes of this, you notice that you can now see the pale skin of Jennifer’s ass crack. There was a magnificently gorgeous bum hiding under all of that filth. You once again have to struggle to keep your cock soft. You scold yourself for having such licentious notions at a time like this. You keep licking vigorously. Even though her crack is now finally free of the crusty residue, the foul taste lingers on your tongue and in your mouth.
After a while longer, Jennifer says, “OK slave, you can pull your head out for a moment. Let’s see how you are doing.” She stands up for a moment and grabs a hand mirror from the dresser. She places the mirror behind her bum and spreads one of her ass cheeks with the other hand. After a thorough inspection she looks genuinely pleased and says, “That looks pretty good. It feels pretty clean too. Sometimes all of that dried poo starts to itch. You see, I told you I didn’t need toilet paper when I have a slave’s tongue to use instead. Of course, my butthole is still completely caked in filth, so I fear you are not quite done yet.”
You are relieved that your work passed inspection, but you dread knowing that the grossest part is still to come. Jennifer resumes her position with her hands on the chair and her gorgeous bum in the air. She reaches back and spreads her cheeks. You can clearly see that the crack is now clean but her asshole is still completely covered in a layer of dried poop that is much thicker than it was in the crack. You sigh in disgust as Jennifer commands, “Get your tongue on my asshole right now!”
You bend forward and extend your tongue as you begin to gently drag it across her encrusted asshole. Jennifer giggles and says, “I think you’ll need to be a bit more vigorous than that if you want to get me clean.” You take her advice and begin to jab at her hole with your tongue. Entire chunks of the dried feces flake off onto your tongue. You discover that trying to quickly swallow them while they are still relatively dry is the best strategy to mitigate your misery. The taste certainly gets worse as the poop mixes with your spit. Jennifer begins to make loud moaning noises and starts rocking her hips back and forth. You continue to lap away as Jennifer becomes more animated. Jennifer taunts, “Mmmm yeah. Swallow that shit! I bet the thicker residue right around the source tastes pretty bad. Just remember slave, I can always make things worse for you. Be glad that I’m easing you into your new role. For example, you’re lucky I don’t have diarrhea right now. That would be so messy if I squirted liquid poo right into your mouth.” You make pleading moans for mercy. Jennifer laughs and says, “Oh, relax slave. I’m just messing with you. Just keep licking! You’ve got this!”
You continue your demeaning task and Jennifer begins to grunt. You have no idea if she is having an orgasm from this depraved act or what, but you just continue to focus on licking her poop chute. Jennifer’s sphincter suddenly dilates and a putrid puff of gas blasts straight into your gaping mouth. It makes an obscene noise as the fart reverberates off the back of your throat, puffing your cheeks out a little. You belch a dry heave but somehow manage to keep licking through the tears of your despair.
Jennifer exclaims, “Oh my goodness! That was a stinky one! Oh god. You did a much better job keeping your face in there when I farted that time. That couldn’t have been easy. Just remember when it seems like you just can’t handle it anymore and feel like giving up that both your career and freedom are literally on the line. Try not to let a little toot distract you from your mission hah hah hah.” You groan loudly. Jennifer continues, “I know you are probably again thinking that that is easy for me to say hah hah hah.” That is exactly what you are thinking and you flush with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
“I think I might have one more fart in there for you slave.” Jennifer starts to grunt and strain again as you persistently lick her butthole. Her beautiful, tight, pink rosebud is on full display now that you have freed it from its shitty prison. At least that part of your miserable job is more or less complete you think as you close your eyes and try to prepare yourself for the next eruption of gas.
Several more minutes of licking and grunting ensue before Jennifer sighs, “Fuck. I can feel one more fart in there, but this one is really reluctant to come out. This is very disappointing slave! I really wanted to help you out with your fart training with at least one more blast. Geez, this really stinks. Hah hah hah, pun again intended slave. At least it would stink if I could just get my flatulence to come out of my ass and into your mouth where it belongs.”
Several more grunts that fail to produce a fart leave Jennifer visibly frustrated. Conversely, you feel an inkling of relief thinking that this must be almost over. She is out of gas and her butthole is now spotless. After a few more futile minutes Jennifer brightens and yells, “Yes… that’s it! Slave, I have a great idea! I know how we can get this stubborn fart out… but I don’t think you are going to like it.” You moan in despair as your fortitude hits a new low with this proclamation.
Jennifer gleefully explains, “I think my fart just needs a little help getting out of my tight virgin asshole. I bet if you stick your tongue right up my poop chute and wiggle it around, my fart will escape in no time.” You pathetically plead, “No mistress, please don’t make me put my tongue inside. Please I beg you for…” She interrupts, “Oh shut up slave. Less talking and more licking. Look, I need this fart out of my ass. I hate gas cramps. Besides, you might as well top off the bum cleaning with my rectum so that your mistress is fresh inside and out. I took a really big poop right before you arrived and I’m sure it must be even grosser on the inside than on the outside.”
You audibly whimper and begin to beg for mercy again, but an angry glare from Jennifer quells your appeal. Jennifer declares, “Well, don’t just keep licking the outside like an idiot. That’s been clean for a while now. Get that tongue inside as deep as it can go right now or your life is ruined.” Jennifer’s tone is so matter-of-fact, so unfeeling that you know there is no negotiating with her. You resign yourself to your fate and make an exploratory probe with your tongue. Her sphincter is indeed very tight as she said. Your tongue only penetrates half an inch at most with your first attempt. This is already deep enough to be struck with an entirely new wave of putrid flavors. It tastes worse than the crusty outside and you really didn’t think it could have gotten much worse. You have to push with every ounce of strength that your tongue can muster in order to penetrate farther into the filthy orifice.
Jennifer winks her sphincter to help you work your tongue all of the way in. All of your senses, indeed your entire being is consumed by the indescribable foulness that completely envelops your tongue. You can feel and taste the mushy poop lining the walls of this cruel girl’s rectum. It is more than you can handle. You begin to gag and retch and belch as wave after wave of nausea pass rhythmically through your body. You can feel vomit rising in your throat. You do your best to hold it down but feel it is a losing battle this time.
Jennifer notes your distress. “Hang in there boy. You can manage. Keep your tongue in my rectum and the worst of the convulsions should pass in a minute or so. Focus on the blackmail files if that helps. Imagine the price you’ll pay if you puke on me. Try to take some deep breaths and just relax.” Several more waves of gastronomical distress wash over you but Jennifer was right. Their intensity and frequency are subsiding as your body begins to adapt. You take more deep breaths through your nose in an attempt to settle your stomach. “That’s a good boy,” Jennifer says, “I can tell that you are fighting through this like a trooper. I did warn you that fresh soft poop was going to taste far worse than crusty dried residue hah hah hah. I’m sure there is a lot of poop plastered up in there from this afternoon’s huge bowel movement, not to mention anal mucus and god knows what else ewww. I’m making myself ill just thinking about it. Now start wiggling your tongue to encourage my fart to come out. Be sure to keep your tongue buried in my ass when it arrives. That will help maximize the intensity of the flavor.” You whimper a small feeble protest, but begin to wiggle your tongue around as ordered.
Jennifer laughs, “I know you are miserable but try to look on the bright side. My rectum is the last part of my body that you have to clean today. This will conclude your first body worship training session. There is light at the end of this poopy tunnel he he he.”
You feel a large oily bubble of gas percolating in her rectum as she speaks. It feels like a small balloon is expanding and contracting deep in her bowels.
No matter how hard you could have tried, you would never have been prepared for the incredibly long fart that erupts from her bowels with the force of a small hurricane. It lasts for an excruciating six seconds. Longer than the previous two farts combined. The putrid flavors flow over every inch of your already tormented tongue. Your mouth is entirely filled with the air and the sheer unexpected magnitude of the expulsion forces it down your throat and into your lungs. You feel like you are dying as you helplessly start to asphyxiate in a sea of rotten gasses. Your arms flail. “Take it slave! Take my stinky fart! You’re a real fart bitch now! Taste your goddess!” It is difficult to catch your breath with your tongue still trapped in her asshole. You want nothing more than to pull your tongue out to get some relief. You feel lightheaded and wish that the serenity of unconsciousness would arrive, but it never quite does.
“Oh that feels so much better now. I think all of my belly cramps are gone. I knew it just needed a little persuasion from your tongue to come out. Can you still taste this morning’s breakfast in my wind?” You weakly nod your head “yes” as you are still struggling to catch your breath. She laughs, “That was pathetic! I want you to say, yes my princess, I can still taste your delicious breakfast, thank you! I want you to try saying it properly while keeping your tongue in my hole.”
You manage to choke out, “Yes my princess, I can still taste your delicious breakfast, thank you.” Your words are of course muffled due to the tight sphincter wrapped around your tongue. Jennifer smiles and replies, “That is good to hear. I have a future game planned for us called guess the last meal. The stakes will be very high, but at least we know that farting over your tongue like I just did should give you a fighting chance at least. Geez, I think I am almost too nice sometimes.” Her words drip with sarcasm. You try to wipe the thought of future ordeals from your mind. You have more pressing concerns at the moment as you continue to try to keep your stomach’s rebellion in check.
Jennifer says, “OK, it is time to finish this session slave. Fortunately for you, you’ve managed to meet my expectations so far, but the hardest part is still to come. I want you to fully clean out my lower rectum with your tongue. Wiggle it around and retract it back into your mouth to wash the filth off so that you can reinsert it to collect more shit. I want you to repeat that process until you are sure that anything your tongue can reach is totally clean. I’m going to allow you to decide when you are finished. You can take as little or as much time as you see fit. Just let me know when you think my poop chute is ready for inspection. I’ll be putting my little finger in there. My finger had better come out as clean as it goes in. My finger better not even stink at all or else you are going to suffer your first severe punishment. I can not warn you enough that you truly don’t want to experience a severe punishment. It will make all of your suffering to this point seem like child’s play. Clear?”
You gulp and nod your head in understanding. The first time that you retract your tongue back into your mouth brings forth another powerful wave of nausea. You can feel that your tongue is covered with a surprising amount of poop residue from Jennifer’s last dump. You scrape the feces off of your tongue with your teeth. You can think of no other way to do this. It takes you five brutal attempts before you manage to swallow the muck. Even more powerful heaves follow and you take several panicked deep breaths to try to recover. More tears well up in your eyes from the effort. Jennifer waits with a surprising degree of patience as you try to muster the courage to reinsert your tongue.
Jennifer offers a bit of unexpected assurance. “It’s OK slave. As long as I feel that you are trying hard, you can take as much time as it takes. But know that you are not leaving until you complete this task, even if we are at this for the rest of the day and into the night. Going too slowly will only prolong the torment of course. You must want to wash your mouth out more than anything and that is certainly not going to happen until my rectum passes inspection. By the way, don’t expect this much patience all of the time. This is probably going to be as easy as it gets for you given that this is just a day one introduction.”
You are at a loss of how to respond. Jennifer’s cruelty is boundless. You continue to try to build your courage as your stomach continues to churn. Thinking of how much poop probably remains to be cleaned out is a truly daunting notion that has almost exhausted your will to push on. You can think of no grosser place in the world to stick your tongue than this girl’s rectum. You resign yourself to the situation and gingerly slip your tongue out of your mouth and back into the dirty cavern. It slides in a little easier this time. Her bum must be loosening up after all of the tongue action. As expected, much more poop and slime remain as you continue the ghastly exploration of her nether region.
You begin to lose yourself in surreal misery and self loathing. You feel that you are losing your humanity. You are just a bum cleaner now. A bum cleaner suffering for the masochistic delights of a cruel mistress. More and more poop residue is extracted. Retract tongue, scrape tongue, swallow, insert tongue, wiggle tongue, repeat. The atrocious task takes on a robotic efficiency. Jennifer periodically offers various taunts and occasionally some encouragements, but they barely register in your brain. You lose track of time. How long have you been at this? You aren’t sure.
A small fart breaks you out of your stupor. You gag and cough as you regain a trace of your mental faculties. “I thought I was losing you there for a moment,” Jennifer snickers. “It is good to know that my stinky farts can still get your attention. So how are you doing back there? You haven’t given me an update for quite some time.”
You continue to regain a hold on reality and start to reassess the situation. Your tongue is sore, your mouth is dry, and your stomach is in knots. Jennifer’s ass has not stopped dominating your entire world for… for over an hour. Yes, you are sure it has been at least that long. You suddenly realize that you don’t taste fresh shit. Only the fading remnant of the small fart that you just swallowed and the thin slimy residue that feels glued to the top of your mouth and between your teeth remains. You swirl your tongue around in her ass some more to be sure. All you feel is the smooth moist walls of her rectum. You are stunned by your own emotions as a small glimmer of pride begins to surface. Wait, this can’t be pride. No, not quite. Not for the degrading act at least. The task itself was complete depravity. But something almost resembling pride can be had from having completed that which you thought no human could ever endure.
You retract your tired tongue for the last time. You bow your head in shame and timidly say, “I think I am done Mistress.” Jennifer responds, “Are you sure slave? You know that I’ll be doing a deep finger inspection and you won’t be given a second chance.” “Y-y-yes Mistress I’m sure,” you stammer.
Jennifer lets go of her beautiful ass cheeks and straightens. She stretches her back and looks relieved to be out of the position that she had been diligently holding for a long time as you serviced her anal cavity. “Well, the moment of truth. I hope you are nervous. You should be!”, she says playfully. With that you feel a little bit of doubt creep into your mind where none existed before. She is a master of mind games. Jennifer sticks her pinky in her mouth and wets it thoroughly. With one swift movement, she sticks her little finger all the way into her anus. Her face contorts a bit as she wiggles it around for a good twenty seconds.
She pauses with her finger up her bum for a moment. You decide that she is just trying to torment you with the suspense. She finally pulls her finger out and inspects it carefully. You don’t see any shit on it, at least not from your vantage point a few feet away. She places her finger directly under her nose and takes a very slow deep breath. “Hmmmm”, she ponders. She takes a second deep whiff before declaring, “I don’t think anyone would guess that this finger was just up my bum. I think you actually did it slave. I’m not sure if I should be excited for your training success or disappointed that I don’t get to give you a terrible punishment. Perhaps I’m a little of both he he he.”
You exhale a deep sigh of relief. You realize that you had been holding your breath. Jennifer sounds genuinely pleased as she continues, “You cleaned my entire body inside and out. Well, at least all of the best parts. You’d never guess that I haven’t showered for two weeks. I don’t think I’ll ever be using a shower or bathtub ever again now that I have you to perform that honor.” She emphasizes the word honor. Your first body worshipping session is complete and I’ll soon give you a chance to purchase some mouthwash as a reward.”
Wait, did she just say purchase? You blink. She continues, “But before we get to that, perhaps you’ll enjoy taking in the fruits of your efforts.” Jennifer takes a T-pose and slowly spins around allowing you to inspect her now pristine body. You aren’t sure how you managed to avoid taking in the full glory of her unmatched beauty until this moment. You knew her to be a very attractive girl by any measure, but now you truly take in her flawless figure. Her skin is smooth and unblemished. Her bum and breasts are firm and shapely. This girl could certainly pass for a playboy bunny. Sure you caught glimpses here and there of her sexy parts as you were forced to lick her, but somehow you missed the forest through the trees. Perhaps it was the shock of the blackmail. Perhaps it was the distraction of the assault on your taste buds. Regardless, you are suddenly aware of the physical magnificence on display before you. Jennifer is the most stunning woman that you have ever seen.
“So, what do you think?” Jennifer asks playfully in a singsong voice that you hadn’t heard since she first greeted you at her door. That almost seems like a distant memory after all you just endured.
“You’re… you’re so…” You find yourself at a loss for words. You can’t bring yourself to compliment the girl that just made you do such degrading and disgusting things.
“Awwwww. Can’t find the words to describe someone as cute as I am? It looks like your little willy is speaking for you.”
You look down at your crotch and realize your cock is getting hard. You are already at half-mast and growing fast. How can you be getting a hardon after everything she put you through?
Jennifer drops the T-pose and takes a few steps in your direction. With almost inhuman speed, she plants a kick to your balls that is so hard that you can feel yourself lift off the ground a little. “Remember, no erections without permission,” Jennifer yells.
By the time she completes her sentence, the pain starts to register and you crumple to the ground cupping your aching testicles. Your dick goes flaccid almost as quickly.
Jennifer’s tone softens. “It’s OK slave. We haven’t even started your chastity training yet. We’ll talk more about that before you go. I have plans for so many horrible training regimens. You see professor, I wasn’t entirely lying when I told you that I wanted your help with an AI project. I’ve been working on custom artificial intelligence software to serve as a virtual mistress. It is a very advanced program and she learns from data and conversations that I have with her as well as her own online research. I call her Vee. She helped me plan the first few months of your training.” You only catch some of what Jennifer says as you curl into a tighter ball and whimper from the intense ache in your balls. This may be the worst pain that you have ever experienced.
Jennifer continues, “There will be many different training programs that I will force you to suffer through. You’ve already got a little taste of anal training, body worship training, laundry service training, fart training and toilet training. To be frank, you actually made a little more progress with your fart and toilet training than I originally planned for the first day. I was going to just have you clean my ass crack and give you a single fart, but you were managing the disgusting tasks better than the simulations suggested. You must be even more pathetic than Vee and I calculated. I’ll have to update the data, but I’m sure Vee is already adjusting the parameters as she’s been watching and listening to this entire session via that camera over there.” Jennifer points to a partially concealed video camera on the desk. The pain starts to subside a little and you are taking in more of what Jennifer is saying with horror. This was all recorded and some sort of evil AI program called Vee is helping Jennifer torment you.
Jennifer continues, “So yeah, today’s session just added to my blackmail material. Anyway, you skipped ahead right to stage two of both your fart and toilet training in a single session. Isn’t that great news professor?” She seems to be both praising you and degrading you at the same time. You pick yourself off the ground having mostly recovered from the kick. Although, you are sure that there will be bruising on your scrotum and protracted soreness. You are not sure how to respond. Your mind races with questions. Eventually you ask, “Please Mistress Jennifer. What are you planning to do to me? How far are you taking this? I’ve already suffered so much. Please just stop this. I beg you.”
“Eventually your predicament will sink in slave. I have you over a barrel and there is no way out for you. You’ve only taken the first few steps of a very long journey. I can’t reveal my plans too quickly. If I did, the simulation suggests that you’d literally go mad with despair. That doesn’t suit my needs. I want you sane. I want you to fully understand and appreciate the depths of your misery as Vee and I take you down this very deep rabbit hole that leads to hell.”
You start to cry uncontrollably as you consider her statements. This can’t be happening. Jennifer’s tone lifts as if she didn’t just shatter your world. “Oh cheer up. Your good performance today has earned you the opportunity to buy some mouthwash. Your breath smells like a sewer and you’re going to make me puke if we don’t do something about that.” Jennifer goes into the bathroom and returns with a large cup of mouthwash. She places it on the desk next to you and opens your laptop. She types in the website address of your bank and pushes the laptop towards you.
You don’t like the fact that she knows what bank you use. Jennifer continues without pause, “I bet having to clean the poop out of my rectum has given you a very new appreciation for mouthwash. Wouldn’t you love to clean and disinfect your mouth after all I just put you through?”
Jennifer is right. You would love to have the chance to rinse your mouth out right now. You nod your head in agreement.
Jennifer looks smug. “Of course you would. The real question is how much money are you willing to pay for the privilege. Ten dollars, a hundred dollars? Vee crunched the numbers and suggested the number was somewhere between one and two hundred dollars. I’m going with the upper end of that estimate given I took your toilet training to a more advanced level. You have two minutes to transfer two hundred dollars to this Swiss bank account if you want to have that mouthwash.” She hands you a card with an account number on it.
“Of course you could just continue to enjoy the lingering flavor of my filth. I don’t really mind, but I’ll have to gag you with something so that I don’t have to smell your breath. I’m going to go grab a snack. The choice is yours.” Jennifer leaves for the kitchen. You have to make a decision quickly. Two hundred dollars is a lot of money and you simply can’t stand the idea of giving Jennifer the satisfaction of paying her money. You move your tongue around in your mouth and cringe at the residual slime that sticks to every surface. As time is running out, you decide to cave and transfer the money just as Jennifer returns.
Jennifer is sensually sucking on a grape popsicle. “I see you decided to pay. Good choice. Tell me slave, how did it make you feel to pay your Mistress so much money for such a small privilege? Answer honestly please.”
“It made me feel like I was your bitch.” You say softly.
Jennifer smiles, “I’m sure it did. Consider that your first findom lesson. That’s right slave, financial domination is going to be a major component of this little arrangement of ours. I’ll let you in on a little secret though. I actually already hacked your bank account. I know that you have nearly half a million dollars saved up. That’s not bad for thirty years old. You’ve had a successful career indeed. You know, I could have just cleared out your entire account with a few keystrokes.”
Jennifer pauses and licks the popsicle before continuing, “I know what you are thinking. I must be bluffing or I would have already taken the money.” You were indeed thinking just that. “You are thinking that because you still don’t fully understand what I’m trying to do here. It’s not about the money professor. It’s about breaking you. Findom is all about making the slave realize that their hard-earned money should serve their mistress and not their own needs. What would be the fun in just taking all your money all at once? I want you to give me all of your money willingly.” She makes air quotes with her fingers as she says the word willingly.
You begin to believe her. “I promise that I will never take a single penny through hacking. I will, however, offer all sorts of other motivations to get you to part with your savings. Hmmm… I wonder how much you’ll be willing to pay for a chance to cum after a few weeks of edging and chastity training. I have simulation predictions of course, but it can be hard for even an advanced AI like Vee to fully appreciate the male libido after a long stint in a tiny chastity device hah hah hah.”
You just stand there and cower before her. “Well, go on silly. You may use the mouthwash now. You certainly paid good money for it.”
You grab the cup of mouthwash and quickly walk over to the kitchen sink. You begin to gargle. You relish the cool minty flavor as it spreads throughout your mouth. You spit into the sink and repeat this process three more times emptying the cup. You have certainly never cherished mouthwash quite like this. Jennifer walks over to you and states, “That was fifty dollars per rinse, but I bet you feel it was worth it. How would you feel if I made you clean all of the panties and socks in my hamper right now?”
“Oh the look on your face is priceless. I’m just fucking with you loser. I already told you, I’m going to be strict and brutal, but I’ll also generally keep my side of the bargain and maintain reasonable expectations. They won’t seem reasonable to you of course, but Vee’s simulations will help me push you to your limits without pushing you over the precipice of total insanity. Besides, it is about time that I let you go for the night. My roommate Karen will be home soon. She asked if she could partake in your training when she heard my plans for you. I agreed of course, but I don’t think you are quite ready for her yet. I don’t think you’ll find her as reasonable as I am.”
You feel a rush of fear at the mention of this Karen. Surely no one could be more ruthless than Jennifer. Jennifer seems to notice your expression. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you ready for her. You will have to serve her eventually though.” Jennifer puts on a sexy pink silk bathrobe from the wardrobe. You admit a little disappointment at seeing her cover her body. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow afternoon and we’ll head straight here right after that to continue your training. Tomorrow I’ll be fitting you with a chastity cage.”
“Ch-ch-chastity?” you stammer. Jennifer gently pets you on the head. “Yes, slave. Of course you are going into chastity. And this is no ordinary chastity device. I’ve specially engineered it because I want you to have a truly unparalleled chastity experience. You’ll see what I mean tomorrow. I want it to be a surprise. The good news is, you can jerk off as much as you’d like until our next session. After that, I can assure you that cumming is going to be a very rare reward for you. If I were you slave, and thank god I am not, I’d jack myself to oblivion tonight, because that’s never going to happen again.”
Jennifer throws your clothes at you as she says, “Get dressed and go home professor.”
You quickly get dressed and grab your laptop. As you approach the door to leave, Jennifer warns, “Oh, and just in case you are even dumber than you look, you do not want to go to the police or anything stupid like that. I’m sure you realize by now how resourceful I am. Just remember that no matter how bad it gets, I can always make it even worse. I think you know that I am serious and not to be trifled with.”
“Have yourself a pleasant evening slave,” she says as she guides you out of her dorm. Much to your surprise, Jennifer blows you a kiss before shutting the door.
You walk back to your car and drive the few miles to your house like an automaton. Once you arrive home, you realize that you don’t even remember the commute. You must be in a state of shock. This all happened way too fast to fully process. You feel dirty and ashamed. You can’t believe what you’ve become. This morning, you were a respected college professor. You have been reduced to a quivering mess. You are a slave now. A slave to Mistress Jennifer. A slave to her every whim, just a pawn in her twisted blackmail game. Jennifer chewed you up and spat you out. You sit in your car sobbing like a child for a very long time before entering your house.
You spend nearly ten minutes brushing your teeth. As you do so, you try not to look at yourself in the mirror. You are too ashamed. It is already getting late and you decide to go straight to bed. As you lie there, you find your mind racing. You’ve already decided that going to the police is off the table. You really can’t see any way out of this. You dread the notion of going into chastity tomorrow.
On remembering tomorrow’s fate, despite all that happened to you today, you decide to take Jennifer’s advice and begin to masturbate. You reach down to your penis and gently stroke. You get hard faster than usual. Normally, your imagination jumps around to various erotic themes when you jerk off. You are flustered to find your thoughts continually returning to Jennifer’s beautiful body. You picture her naked in her T-pose after you cleaned every inch of her with your tongue. You have the most explosive orgasm of your life after just a few minutes of stroking. You grab a tissue and cry yourself to sleep.