Date: Tue, 05 Oct 2004 22:59:49 +0000
From: kitty h <kittyha56@hotmail.com>
Subject: training-the prof-14

TRAINING THE PROF

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Part 14

Julian woke with a shudder.  There was someone at the door.  He
grabbed his robe and went downstairs to the door.

It was Andrew.
	`I am sorry.  Didn't think you would still be in bed.'
	`That's ok.  Come in.'

The lad entered, bearing a plastic shopping bag.
	`Would you like a coffee?'
	`Yes, please.'  Andrew accepted with gratitude, anything to stay
longer.  A few minutes later the two were sat at the kitchen table sipping
their coffees.

	`What's in the parcel?'
	`The clothes you left last night.'  They both blushed.  Last night,
the night they had both been pissed on by Roberts and his mates.

Julian opened the plastic bag.  Inside were the slacks and tee-shirt he
had been forced to leave the night before.  He put his hand inside the
bag.  The clothes were soaking, and he didn't need to ask soaked in
what, he knew.
	`I'm sorry.  Roberts made me piss over them before I brought
them round.'

The looked at each other, a combination of tension and desire
separating them from each other, neither capable of breaking the spell.

	`What else did Roberts tell you to do, Andrew?'
	`Hand over the clothes.'
	`What does he want me to do with them?'
	`Wear them when you go to the supermarket.  They are to remind
you of last night.
	`I don't need reminding Andrew!'


Andrew rose and came closer.
	`What are you wearing under your robe?'
Only then did Julian remember he was wearing his by now well-stained
pink panties, the panties he had been given at the party all those weeks
ago.
	`Show me please' the lad begged.

Reluctantly the man opened his robe and displayed his badge of
subservience and his burgeoning cock.  The lad reached forward and
touched Julian briefly on his bulge.

	`What are you wearing?' Julian countered.
	`Nothing.  Roberts doesn't let me wear pants.  Like you.  You
don't wear pants to uni do you?'
	`You've noticed have you?'
	`Yea!  Everyone has.  Why do you wear panties at home?'
	`Because I have to.'
	`Oooh!  Is that because of Roberts?'
	`No.'
	`Who then?'
	`I can't say.'
	`A student like Roberts?'
	`Yes and no.'
	`What do you mean?'
	`Do you really want to know?'
	`Yes.'
	`He is a she.'

Andrew's hand came out again to stroke Julian's panties.  `Does she
make you wear these?'
	`Yes.'
Andrew leant forward and kissed the tutor on his lips.  `They suit you!'

It was all too much for Julian.  With insistent fingers he unzipped the lad
and cupped his smooth balls.  He pulled the lad closer and took out his
well-shaped cock.  He pulled him even closer, bent over and took the
lad's cock into his mouth.  It was a moment of true love.  He came back
up to see Andrew's eyes glistening with desire.  They kissed once more,
this time long and hard as though they were drowning in each other's
juices.

With frantic fingers Andrew stripped naked, his arse still marked from
last night's beatings.  Julian knelt before his lover and gently fingered
the
weals which ribbed his bum.  And shrugging off his robe bent to take
the lad's cock once more into his welcoming mouth.


It was at this moment that Maria walked in.  She surveyed the scene with
contempt.
	`What have we here?  Two queers at it!  No, don't move, I want
to take a pic for the archive!'

Out came her phone and she took a couple of quick pics.
	`So this is Andy pandy.  And you seem to like his cock, slut,
from the way you are sucking on it.  Well perhaps we should show him
what you really are!'

First she made Julian kneel before her and sniff her pussy through her
slacks; she never bothered to wear a skirt for her wimp.  Andrew
watched as his lover paid service to a woman's pussy.  Only when she
was certain Andrew understood did she release him and make the man
take his naked boy-lover to the bedroom

There, in front of his glowering Mistress, he had to show the lad his
sissy wardrobe, revealing his numerous panties as well as his skirt and
blouse.
	`Tell boy-lover where you go for your sissy clothes.'
He did, describing the shop and its owner.

	`Now tell him who owns you; tell him who you serve, you cock-
sucking bitch.'

Julian looked across at his mistress's uncompromising eyes then across
to Andrew who was staring at him with a mixture of lust and shock.
	`I am Miss Maria's personal slave, Andrew.  She is the reason
why I have to go commando to work, the reason why Roberts can use
me whenever he wants.  I have to do whatever she commands.'
	`And why is that, bitch?'
	`Because I am a sissy, Miss, a cunt worshipping sissy.'
	`Exactly.  So you see Andy, he is even lower than you.'

She keyed in Robert's number on her mobile.
	`Hi there.  How are you?  Good.  I've just caught my sissy
sucking off your slave.  Want to see?  Here it is.  Quite.  What was he
supposed to do?  Oh.  I see.  How amusing.  Yes I will ensure sissy
wears them to the supermarket.'

The conversation went on for a couple more minutes before she hung
up.

She turned to Andrew.
	`You are in for a painful reception when you get back.  Roberts is
not pleased with you!  So you had better hurry back hadn't you.  But
first I  think you deserve some reward for bringing round sissy's
clothes.'  And with that she ordered her slut to suck the lad off - in front
of her.

Poor Andrew could not get a hard on at first.  Being watched by his
lover's mistress was too much for the lad.
	`What's the matter, boy, can't you get it up?'  mocked Maria.
`Perhaps this will help' and she pinched his nipples hard.  `Get it hard,
piss-boy, or else I shall be forced to cane you again!'

He began to rise and Julian's mouth did the rest.  Within a minute
Andrew had shot his load down his lover's throat.

	`Now kiss' commanded Maria.
They did.  She took another picture.

It was a chastened Andrew that returned to Robert's place, yet he
couldn't help feeling elated that again his lover had sucked him off.  He
didn't care that Maria had seen; all he wanted was more and more of
Julian's cock.


Meanwhile Maria made Julian dress in a bright red bra and red panties
before making him don his still damp attire.  Next he had to drive her to
the supermarket.

When they got there, she gave him her shopping-list and sent him in on
his own.

As Julian pushed the trolley round the aisles collecting his mistress's
shopping, he felt more and more confident.  The clothes were drying on
him and so far he had received no strange looks from his fellow
shoppers.  Then suddenly he felt a cool breeze on the inside of his thigh
as he bent down to retrieve a tin of tomatoes.

He looked down and to his horror saw that the seam was opening up!
He reached down and realised as he did so that Roberts had "doctored"
his slacks; the chances were the longer he stayed, the more the seams
would part and his red panties which Maria had made him put on would
be exposed to the whole wide world.

In a blind panic he abandoned his trolley and fled for the exit.  By the
time he reached the car, the garment was flapping in the breeze.
	`Where is my shopping?' demanded Maria as he climbed back
into the driving seat.
	`I can't' he muttered.  `My slacks have fallen apart.'
	`Can't.  There is no such word as can't for a sissy-slave.'  She
reached into her ubiquitous bag and extracted some safety pins.  `Use
these.'
	`Please Miss.  Please.  I can't go back in like this.  Everyone will
look at me.'
	`Not only can you but you will.  I have plenty of safety pins.  If
you use them sensibly your slacks will remain intact.'

It took Julian ten minutes to secure himself from prying eyes and by the
time he had finished he looked like a bondage freak on an outing.  Not
only did he have safety pins down each leg but also in the seam from his
arse to his crutch.

Maria was adamant.  Back into the store he was forced to go, and of
course by the time he got there his abandoned trolley had been removed
by the floor-staff.

Once more he went round the aisles, her list in his hand, collecting her
goods for the weekend, but this time wherever he went the other
shoppers looked at him.  And why not!  After all he looked a freak; he
was a freak.  He was nearly in tears by the time he got to the checkout
where if anything the situation worsened for serving at the till was one
his own students.
	`Oooh, Dr Harte, I didn't realise you were into bondage' grinned
the young Madeleine Wright.

He tried to pass it off as a joke, saying he was doing it for a bet, but she
gave him the sort of look that said she didn't believe a word of it.  It was
a red-faced Julian who carried the bags to the car.

Next he had to drive Maria back to her flat, and of course when they got
there she couldn't possibly carry the shopping in herself.  By now he
was passed caring; all he wanted was to deliver her and her shopping so
he could escape home.

He put the bags on her kitchen table, but she quickly made it clear he
had to put the contents away in the cupboards.  And whilst he was
doing that a sleepy Samantha emerged from Maria's bedroom.
	`Why is he dressed like that' she asked her lover.
	`The silly bitch went out without checking his seams' mocked
Maria.  `That is right isn't it slut?'
	`Yes Miss.'
	`And, as you can see darling, they came away in the store.  He
had to come to me for help.  Fortunately I had some safety pins so he
could at least stop everyone seeing his sissy panties.'


Julian finished his task and turning to Maria asked her permission to go.
Permission granted, he turned to leave.
	`Where are you going?' she asked.
	`Home, Miss.'
	`Yes, but first I want my safety pins back!'
And with that she made him remove every one, much to Samantha's
amusement.

It was a semi-naked Julian who hurried back to his car, his arse flapping
in the breeze, his red panties clear for all to see.

There was nothing for it; he ran to the car!  Yet again he had been
exposed to public humiliation.