Rod Adventures Ch. 14

Wednesday 11th November 1998 Invincible pub - Upstairs bedroom am

I have a second (or even third I guess) home now given that I now have my own room in the pub. It's been pretty full on since returning and my feet have barely touched the ground. Two jobs now is great and Sophie bless her split the £20,000 the Professor gave her with me. She wanted to give me all of it. I am not sure what to make of the gift to be honest, generous for sure and an expensive replacement for a thong. I know I am over thinking things.

I love the Professor but remain a virgin. The professor of course pleases me with his tongue and I return the favour with my mouth. I want him to fuck me though. I will start wearing the red hair tie and see if he gets the message.

I have also signed up to kink university to find out more about being a good submissive. The whole power sharing thing is interesting and it's everywhere which I never really thought about.

I can truly appreciate to that I have a Dominant to think about pleasing and want to please. I had not even appreciated that assisting in the research and being academically gifted in his field of experience already is satisfying him, something I have never really experienced. Both mum and dad have been proud of me and Sophie of course. But having someone really believe in me and feel that I am serving him simply by being who I am and excelling in what I am good at is a really special feeling.

Sometimes I need to get out of my own way and where the research has led the Professor to have very intimate relationships with others like Sophie, Veronica and now this Simone I can't help feeling a little jealous. Worried too that maybe I am not enough for him or are able to understand and fulfil his deepest needs. I know I should not really think like that but at times I cannot help it. I am hoping that if the Professor has a little more time for me I can start to understand and meet his needs, all of his needs better.

I will see him at the lecture, always a two hour lecture on Wednesday and then he says he will see me in my room at the Pub after 6pm. He has told me he wants to spend the night with me. It will be the first time he has done so. Again I don't like to think about the fact that he enjoyed Sophie sexually and fully in his flat, in his bedroom where I have only visited the once but I did leave with my slave contract.

At least it will be neutral ground, the pub and the 'upstairs' as we have been taught to think about it. It seems like in the old Victorian days and the British television series of the same name in the 1970's where in a large town house in Belgravia in central London depicts the servants—'downstairs'—and their masters, the family—'upstairs'—between the years 1903 and 1930, and shows the slow decline of the British aristocracy

In this case however the 'servants' were waiting upstairs whilst the 'Masters' would probably enjoy food and refreshments downstairs before joining the game 'upstairs' with the sexually submissive slaves. Probably not unlike what the British aristocracy got up to and even in modern times even the alleged rumours involving British royalty.

Wednesday 11th November 1998 Portsmouth University Lecture Theatre.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the fifth in this Lecture series. As I announced at the start and following the individual one to ones I had with you all and taking into account your own interests and skills you are now allocated to one of the four groups. There was a lot of interest for some areas over others so some of you may be disappointed you did not get assigned to the group you expected. Be that as it may you all have the same opportunity to excel in your group as assigned so with that we can move on."

The Professor looked out. I was sitting in my usual seat. I was wearing the red scarf on my left wrist. I was also wearing a red hair tie. It was an obvious message and he gave me his special smile to let me know he had noticed.

He started to show a series of slides and talked through them as each set of slides was for a specific group. For the members assigned to each group there was discussions of their research findings and what it revealed or shed light on with respect to current understanding of World History and in particular the power struggle that went on between different groups or clans or sects.

My group, Ancient Egypt was the last discussion, I was in my group of six with one other girl, an Asian girl who I got on reasonably well with and four boys, one was a real thinker like me and his insights were very useful. He discussed some of his theories and the Professor nodded but had some questions of his own that changed the groups thinking.

Two of the other boys seemed to my mind quite unimaginative in their thinking. The third as clearly the less academic of the four but he seemed to have a particular interest I me in an obvious sexual way. The Professor had given me the body confidence and my dress changed appropriately so these days I dressed more like Sophie, in particular showing my natural assets. I still tended to stick to trousers being self conscious of my thighs, 'Legs' Sophie of course could get away with short, tight skirt showing off her incredible pins.

The creep though could barely look me in the eye when speaking to me. I also know he loved my ass and was sure on one day when I bent down he had a 'tent' in his trousers. I was pretty sure he was jerking off thinking about my tits and ass. Some of the sexual detail that was discussed or images particularly of Min and the phallus, but also of the flail and references to torture and sacrifice appeared to arouse him and my physical presence and look was fuelling whatever sick fantasies were in his mind. I am sure the Professor with his one to one and psychology experience would have known this creep's thoughts yet still assigned him to this group. I would have to ask him why when I get a chance.

His last question on the last few slides showing a partial parchment fragment and sacrifice scene inscribed into several stone tablets that has been constructed jigsaw like by me in the records room. I was feeling pleased with myself as I had figured out the rough translation and an important reference.

"Michelle, talk about your findings and the translation and then we can discuss theories on what it might mean."

He looked at me as a proud parent might when his child is showing something to the class.

"The fragments are an old dialect but was matched to another reference that seems to be referring to the same event. A sacrifice. The number seven appears to be an important number. Seven Priests, Seven Warriors, Seven Princesses. All involved in a single sacrificial ceremony. It would be rightly seen as being quite beyond in scale of what we know and have read in relation to similar ceremonies from a similar period. The final reference is an odd one but it makes reference to the word diamond. It was not known that precious gems were ever used in ceremonial sacrifice rituals, for one they would be far too valuable."

I looked at the Professor and then the group. The Professor's thoughts were with my own. This appeared to be the ritual that created or more correctly imbued the Diamond gemstone in the Ring of Domination with it's power to dominate blonds.

The group already knew that I was the intern. I had twenty questions about it but deflected answering them all. I had also had comments, in particular from the girls about always wearing the red silk scarf.

With the weeks of ongoing daily devotion the Professor was on my mind constantly and spending the lecture time with the other students it was clear to anyone that I was the Professor's favourite student but at least with the great research work I was continuing with and findings there was a good reason to explain why. There were also a few rumours about a relationship with him which was hardly helpful with what the Professor has shared about the blackmail.

At least the Professor kept a very professional demeanour with me at the University. Only when he occasionally referred to me as Miss M did he give any indication that I was his Slave. To date the fact I was still technically a virgin helped me to keep the same secret. I was not aware that that status was about to change later this night but I should have known really as I was signalling I was ready with the hair tie.

Wednesday 11th November 1998 Invincible Pub upstairs bedroom pm.

When I return to my room I see there is a card on my pillow.

'Hello slave I want you to change into read underwear for me. Bra and knickers. Hopefully panties I can easily remove without it costing me £20,000 ;)

Master Frank.

I am excited. A note from Master. My first. I am sure I have a suitable set so I check and change. Fortunately I brought over a lot of clothes from Sophie's flat at the weekend and bought some sexy lingerie from Victoria's Secret online. I have a bra and panties pair where the panties have a ribbon tie so the Professor's money is safe. I stand and wait for a while and then hear the door open. My right arm is holding the mirror frame, my left just under my chin as I turn. I am wearing bright red lipstick that pretty much matches the underwear. As ever when I know he is near I feel a shiver of anticipation as to which Professor I will meet, Jekyll or Hyde. Part of me hopes it is Hyde.

"Hello my gorgeous slave. You were fantastic in the lecture today, I saved the best to last. I am very pleased with the progress in the research. You always exceed my expectations of you so are deserving a reward from Master that is long overdue in being paid. Together with my own research with Sophie, Veronica and Simone recently the Ring's secrets are slowly being unearthed but I feel we are still at the tip of a very big iceberg with it's secrets."

"But enough of that. This is about you and the reward you so richly deserve from me. But before that it is time to remind you how important you are to me. How special. How much you are always wanted by and needed by your Master."

He comes up behind me and takes my wrist and removes the red silk scarf from my wrist. He proceeds to use it as a blindfold about my eyes.

"Touch follows desire my beautiful slave. With my hands I touch you, I want you, I need you. Every fucking perfect inch of you my slave. Like no other before you and no other to come after you."

He proceeds to demonstrate by caressing me gently, carefully starting from my head, definitely Mr Jekyll but Mr Jekyll is just fine. His hands and fingers travels down to my nose, lips, I open my mouth and he explores briefly with his fingers. Then down to my neck, my cleavage, he unhooks my bra and removes it. He whispers huskily "I want you totally naked before your Master". I sigh. I so desperately want to give myself to this Man, My Master.

His exquisite touch continues. To my breasts being explored by his hands. Down to my tummy. I feel a tingle down below, a wetness. His hands continue to my panty line. "I want all of you slave!" He untied and removes my panties. His fingers explores my lower lips and I open to him like a flower. He explores inside, one finger, two then three. "I want you slave. I need you. All of you."

"Yes Master! I am yours." And I have been, since the signing, the daily devotion. I forget the others. He is mine and I am his. He brings me to climax. He removes his fingers. I hear him suck his wet fingers. Wet with my juice, wet with my sex. "I love the taste of you slave." I love the taste of him. His hands continue down my thighs, my thunder thighs as I think of them but not him. He trails outside and inside both thighs, hid touch in my inner thighs ignites my need for him again. His hands smooth down my shins then to my calves to the back of my calves, both hands. He must be kneeling as I feel both hands trace my ankles, down my instep, my toes, the backs of my heels. He gently moves me. I feel his hands at the back of my calves again, travelling up to my thighs. His palms on my ass cheeks. Squeezing them up the back of my waist as he stands.

"I want all of you my slave, I need all of you my slave!" His hands travels up to the small of my back, I arch slightly and rise briefly on tip toes. Then his hands at my lower back to my upper back, hands smoothing and soothing. Hands on the nape of my neck. "Touch follows desire!" He kisses the back of my neck.

"With my hands I touch you, I want you, I need you. Every fucking perfect inch of you my slave. Like no other before you and no other to come after you."

"Now you are ready for your reward my slave!"

Still blindfold he takes me and lays me on the bed, he folds my legs, I feel his hard cock easily find my wet lips and he eases in. I feel the slight resistance as he breaks through my hymen. Then he is fucking me, slowly, enjoying me as he said he would enjoying his slave. I cum several times for him but he continues to fuck slowly into me. His cock still hard. He takes his time slowly fucking me. Finally his lips finds mine and he kisses me. Kisses me as he finally comes inside of me. I know then I have made him happy, satisfied. As he has me. I never realised before. I do now. What it feels like to have a Master you know you can please.