Chapter 4 Whips and fetish

Her words had me in some trance. I shifted uncomfortable on my seat. Not in a bad way.

Trust me, definitely not in a bad way.

She stood from her leaned position over me and walked back to the front of the classroom. I watched her hips sway in the tight pencil skirt she was wearing. God such a professional attire but she made it so.....dirty. So seductive.

She turned to face every student, the same girl who asked if she fucked female spoke again, and I decided to to build up the courage to ask another question.

"Are any of your clients females ?" She asked licking her lips with a sly look on her face and I won't lie it made my chest tighten in...... jealousy? That can't be right.

"Yes I have female clients, but most of my clients are rich and successful men."

The room was silent with her response, I raised my hand and carefully looked at around to gauge their reaction are they curious like I am ?

She turned towards me and a small knowing smirk spread across her lips and fuck, I wasn't sure my jeans could get tighter.

she nodded at my direction

"If I may ask Mistress Z, why are most of your client successful men?"

I swear I saw her eyes darken when I called her adopted name- mistress z.

This time she didn't move forward, I won't lie I was a bit disappointed.

"Men in this society are riddled with expectations. They are expected at times not to show emotions. They are ridiculed when they express vulnerability. When you think about successfully men what comes to your mind?"

It takes me a few seconds to realize she was addressing me.

"May I speak?" I mumbled out, surprisingly she heard me.

The smile that spread across her face, showing her pearly white teeth takes me by surprise.

"Yes Aesir,you may speak"

I can see Ian's eyes boring a hole at the side of my face, I'm not sure what his face is expressing but at this moment I didn't really care.

All I see is her.

I don't care about the judgmental glance i might receive or likely receiving. I mean, did ask if I could speak and she approved. I understood the message she sent through Collins. I could tell when she's in control she doesn't like people speaking without her permission.

It doesn't really matter, I had this gut feeling that I still needed her permission.

"When I think of a successful man, I think of the stress that comes with their occupation."

Mistress Z nods in my revelation, her expression is so well guarded that I'm not sure if she accept my response.

"Yes. But success for men doesn't come only with the stress, it's comes with control. Controlling your employees, controlling business transactions, controlling clients and meeting deadlines. We envy those with easy money to spend. Some through unjust methods, some climb the ladder through hard work and dedication. That takes determination and skill."

She takes a few step closer to the auditorium and looked around the room.

Until they landed on me.

And I'm frozen

I couldn't lift a finger if I wanted to.

She's just that powerful.

"When you have the world at your feet, sometimes you just need someone to push you down"

She walked closer.

Closer to me

"Sometimes you need someone to step on your neck and tell you what you want"

I can see the dark glints in her eyes, I don't know if it terrifies me or turns me the fuck on.

The classroom has once again being render quiet by this dangerous enigmatic creature standing in front of us.

The green eyed girl raised her hand with a sweet and oddly innocent looking large blush on her face running from her neck to her cheekbones.

Mistress Z nods and sent sweet smile to her direction.

I can't help but wonder if Mistress Z loves girls the air of innocence.

Why the fuck will you care Aesir.

I don't fucking know.

"Do you have female clients?"

Mistress Z smiles, I could see the slight twitch of her left eyes, I take it she doesn't like repeating herself. Some part of me made me tuck away the little piece of information for later.

"I already answered that" I could swear her eyes flickered to the professor a bit.

"I love my female clients"

I didn't think the student blush will get darker, but under Mistress Z glance it did.

This woman excludes power. Another hand shot outs, this one a man and I think his name is Ben?

Mistress Z nod towards him, allowing him to speak, and his hand lowered hesitantly.

I could understand where his coming from, shes that intimidating.

"You mentioned some fetish your clients have. If you don't mind can you please explain a bit lesser?"

The grin that spread on her face at Bens comment made me felt jealous. Again.

I pushed it down, it's ridiculous.

She's a dominatrix.

I stand no chance with her I don't know where these thoughts are steaming from, the thought I would be worthy to bask in her presence or that she might give me a look of interest is funny. She's totally out of my league. This woman is real, and doesn't take nonsense from anybody, much less of a virgin boy.

Mistress Z place her hands behind her back, fingers laced together and begins walking across the small stage set before her in front of the podium. She glance around slowly it's felt like she was considering how it answer the question. Specifically if she could reveal to a class of college students.

Most who were freshman and clueless 18 and 19 years olds.

"Most of my clients want me to tie them up and spank them with various tools. Fools, whips, bullwhips, erectera"

She stops in the middle of the class room and stroke her chin. I can't help but glance around the room and notice everyone reaction mirrors mine, I looked at Ian and discovered his blown away look. I looked back at her and watched her face softened.

"Some clients wants me to seat in a makeshift throne so they can worship my feet."

She walks partway up the aisle.

I just have imagined her eyes flickering to my direction.

"Some client wants me to be the dominant character in their role play, I've been a kinapper demanding sensitive information, I've been a mother punishing her disobedient child."

Suddenly a smirk slowly travels on her face, and I can't help the curiosity that draws me closer to my seat.

"Sometimes I play a professor with no choice but to punish an incredible naughty student."