Rod Adventures Ch. 05

Monday 12th October 1998, Portsmouth Museum Records Room

I am stunned and don't know what to say. The Professor notices my anxiety and comes over to me. He gently takes the documents I am holding and goes and sets them on one of the tables in the room. He returns to me and takes the statue out of my hand and goes to set it down beside my set of documents.

"Are you thirsty?"

Words still fail me at this point and I nod and of course it is getting warmer, my mouth dry.

He finds a chair and brings it over.

"Take a seat Michelle. Can I get you a drink? Tea, coffee, water?"

I sit down feeling my legs need it. I find my voice finally.

'Water. I'd like some water please".

"Wait there!"

Again that command in his voice. I feel rooted to the spot. I am not going anywhere. He leaves and finally I let out my breath not realising I had been holding it. Involuntary my right hand goes to my crotch. God I am so wet it seems. It's a comfort thing. I cup my crotch and the itch subsides a bit. I want to give myself more relief but dare not sitting in this chair and in this records room. The whole experience seems unreal. A bit like an out of body experience.

What do I know about BDSM? Well I know the acronym and what it stands for. Bondage. Discipline. SadoMasochism. Further than that, not much. Why ask? I think to myself. Of course he had been speaking about the ritual. About the ring. So yes I could see the reference. He returns. He is carrying two bottles of mineral water and what looks like a magazine. He passes me one of the bottles and goes and finds a second chair and sets it down opposite me and sits. He places the magazine face down on the floor. He takes a sip of his water and waits for me to do the same.

"So?"

He waits for my response.

I compose myself. I start by quoting my standard definition of the term as I understand that.

"Okay but beyond that I assume not much else. I assume you understand the context in relation to what we were just discussing?"

"Of course Professor."

"Good. It's not just relevant it's critical to what needs to be a complete full research. As an intern working with me I assume you are happy to get involved - get into the detail with me?"

"Yes of course. I am looking forward to it."

"I see you are a student with the University. Second year right?"

"That's correct."

"Well I have been involved with the University for many years. Until recently primarily on the research side. They have been asking me for years now to come up with a Unit for their World History school. Until recently travel in particular has been the issue. That and time. But from this year I am running a Unit specifically on Egyptian Ancient history. As part of your degree course you will be attending my lectures on the subject."

"I look forward to that Professor."

"Of course for the theory, that's all covered in the lectures. But the intern post also requires full engagement in the practical as well."

I am not sure where this is going but I run with it.

"Now normally in these courses the practical would be field trips. You know visits to these ancient civilisation sights and the like."

"Yes that sounds great."

"But in light of recent discoveries. This ring in particular. It will need a more personally involved approach. To live and experience as it were what actually happened. Between Khem and the queen Clarissa specifically. I hope I make myself clear dear."

The implications are very fucking obvious. I should be heading for the door but I don't.

"I see great potential in you Michelle. You are on the honours course and I can see you achieving a first with the right instruction. Beyond that you should be aspiring to a PhD. It is always tricky to find the right area to focus your theses on. I think this particular area we have been discussing is ripe for you. Your other interest in languages and with that ancient writing and translation will I am sure in time be able to unlock all the mysteries behind this era and particular the impact that will have on the current view of Ancient Egypt and the whole dynamics and viewpoint of that period."

I am trying to process all this. I hadn't even thought about a potential PhD and a first would be what I would want to achieve but I know it will be a lot of hard work and need the guidance from the right teacher. It seems I was already going to be working with one. In trying to fully work out what I felt about this 'practical work' the Professor suggested it was a good time to break for lunch.

We headed out of the records room and back up the stairs to lunch. I was pleased to get out of the room and the professor told me we'd be back after lunch to continue. Great I thought. As much as I enjoyed the instruction and listening to his voice returning to the near sauna conditions I was not looking forward to.

I did not see the Professor over lunch. I thought I might but it gave me time to digest what was said. I kept coming back to the expression personally involved approach. Did he mean he wants to fuck me. He doesn't know I am a virgin still. I know that Sophie lost hers years ago but in that department it's just not something I spend a lot of time thinking about. Now it takes a Professor I have only just met to put it right front and centre. It's like the proverbial elephant in the room. I have seen enough to know he does not dance around controversial subjects. He meets them head on.

I head back to the sauna with still a lot running through my mind. He is waiting seated in his chair.

"How was lunch?"

"Pretty good. The canteen has a great selection."

"I have to be honest with you now Miss Reynolds. If we are to get over your obvious concerns about the nature of the practical work it's going to be a problem."

Problem? Oh dear. I thought the day had been going too well. I feel some of my ambitions and dreams some inspired by what he said I was capable of slipping away.

"Okay." It's all I can think to say.

"The solution maybe is just to be open and frank about things, if you'll pardon the pun."

The pun? Oh yes of course his name. Professor Frank King. I guess humour is the best defence in situations like these.

"I agree Professor. What would you like to know."

He looks me straight in the eyes. At first it would make me feel a little uncomfortable. But now I look right back at him.

"Would you consider yourself to be submissive Michelle?"

This throws me a bit. Not the question I was expecting.

"Submissive?" I think for a few minutes. "Yes quite possibly. Submissive."

"So if I asked you to take off your sweater, after all it's pretty damn hot in here. What would your reaction be?"

The obvious answer is Go to hell you creep. But that's an easy response. I have a brain so use it.

"I'd be embarrassed of course. But yes as it's so hot I would probably do it."

"Well?"

He continues to look at me.

I get a bit angry. I glare at him. Looking at him all the while I stand and pull off my sweater. I break eye contact as it pulls over my head and my loose long hair falls to cover my face.

"Satisfied!"

He continues to look at me.

"So tell me, why did you just do that?"

"Because you asked me to!"

'Actually, no I didn't."

By now my anger is really up. I don't realise he's about to show how misplaced my anger really is.

"I asked you how you'd feel if I asked you. Now I know you have been paying attention so if I had asked you to take it off, you would be more than happy to. Why would that be?"

His jacket hangs over the back of his chair. He waits. My eyes look at his hands.

"The ring. You are wearing the ring."

"Correct. Do you mind if I do?" He starts unbuttoning his black shirt.

"No". As he unbuttons half way I hear his voice.

"Take off your bra."

And yes. This is a command. I can feel it.

"Yes sir!" There is no thought to argue or negotiate. I just do it. But now we are both half naked.

"If you don't mind me saying you have a nice body Michelle. I guess you are not so comfortable with it yourself which is a pity. Too many young women are too self conscious of their own bodies sadly."

I don't say anything. I have been trying to cover my boobs but let my arms drop.

"So maybe you are not as submissive as you think. I assume you have a boyfriend."

I don't know how I want to answer. Then I remember he has already said to be open and frank.

"No. No boyfriend." I want to remain closed in my responses to him. So what if I am not submissive, or as submissive as he might like. Then of course I remember about the ring.

"I don't let sex define me. But yes I like to help people. So submissive in some ways, but not in that way."

"In a lot of ways it's all about control anyway. That was true in Khem's case. It just seems he went to extraordinary lengths to have total control over queen Clarissa. The power behind the throne. In these western civilised days it's the men in the main that have the power."

And now being semi-naked with the Professor does not seem such a deal. Nor oddly am I self conscious about my body even if I ever was. And yes another compliment about my nice body. The Professor seems to have a knack in making me feel good about myself. I hate to admit I kind of like it.

The Professor is waiting for me to say something. My nipples tingle. At least I had a chance to scratch that itch that had built up.

"Professor King. Don't you see any other option around this practical side?"

"Honestly no. You can't learn to drive without getting in the car. Maybe if you had some experience it may have been better for you. There are all sorts of learning though. BDSM is just one of them but does cover a variety of different how shall I put it, sex kinks."

"Okay, well I am not experienced in that area. Maybe you'd like to teach me."

"Like and need are not the same thing. Of course I'd like to, the question is do I need to, and for the purposes of the research that is needed. The answer is yes."

"So go ahead. Teach me."

"Let's get back to submission. It's odd the BDSM abbreviation. Cunningly hidden in the middle is DS. Or D/s. Domination and submission. So if you are submissive even a little bit, who are you submissive to? But that's a bit of a big leap. Let's try an experiment."

I am starting to learn the Professor is full of surprises.

"I am going to show you something. And I want your immediate response. Don't even take time to think about it. Just the first thing that comes into your mind and say it out loud. Ready?"

"Yes!"

He reaches down by his chair and turns it face up.

He shows me an issue of Bondage Life. The cover is of a model. She looks a hell of a lot like me. Brunette, long hair to her boobs worn loose. She is dressed in a black basque and sheer black stockings and suspenders, Stiletto heel boots half way up her shin. She is bound at ankles, legs, knees, waist and arms and wrists bound behind her back with bright white nylon rope. It's a stark contrast to the black. She has a very thin black choker around her neck. She is wearing a ball gag. Black straps and pink ball. She is sitting just barely on the edge of a sofa, balancing with her palms behind her flat. Both eyes are looking up and to her left. Presumably by the person who has bound her.

"Oh my god that turns me on!"

"Does it now. It's clear she's available, vulnerable too. It's clear even if she stood up she would not be able to walk anywhere. As it is she's probably just about perched to maintain her balance."

"Is she submissive?"

"Hell yes. I would imagine so."

"Would you like to experience what that feels like?"

I nod.

"So the ring is not needed right?"

I nod again.

"Good."

He stands and starts to unbuckle his belt, he opens the button on his fly and drops his trousers and boxers. His cock is hard and erect.

"When you are ready Michelle. Show me how submissive you can be."

I rise from my chair. I kneel at his feet and take his cock in my mouth. It's not something I have ever done but he directs me with his hands. I suck and increasingly take him deeper. He moans. My eyes flick to the picture lying at his feet. He makes fists in my hair as I suck faster, suck stronger, suck deeper. I can taste him. My first taste of a man's semen. I can sense his ejaculation coming, as he starts to cum he holds me tight against his pubic hairs. The smell excites me. He floods my mouth and I swallow. I hold the base of his cock with my right hand finger and thumb. With my left hand I push my fingers down my waistband of my jeans and panties with my middle finger finding the spot. I have my second climax of the day following the one at lunchtime. As he finishes and relaxes back i continue my grip and finish the salty taste of him.

"We can safely say you are indeed submissive Michelle. Now I can return the favour. Take of your jeans and panties.

Once again I can feel the command in his voice but I am more than happy to obey. His return cunnilingus brings me several more climaxes. He knows what he is doing with his tongue, equally or even more so with my own fingers.

It is late afternoon when we finally dress and get ready to leave for the night. I can safely say it has been a helluva day. I am looking forward to meeting Sophie in the new flat. We have a lot of catching up to do.