The Professor and Her Student

"All right, Matthew, take off. You have 30 minutes. And if you don't try to avoid capture, you'll be nothing but a day laborer for a few days."

"Don't worry, Mistress, I promise I will," Matthew said and immediately took off running. He then stopped, turned, and said: "but what if you don't find me?"

His riding Mistress laughed. "Oh, I'll find you. Now get going." Off the boy went, with her studying his running butt for some time until there wasn't much to see. Elizabeth knew her grounds infinitely better than Matthew, so she didn't doubt she could find him. But just in case, the cap in his water bottle had a little GPS locator in it in case she needed help. For a moment, she wished she had a truly reluctant male who was truly trying to escape but she knew how impractical that was in fact.

Elizabeth spent the time preparing her horse, saddling, grabbing rope, binoculars, and water of her own. After 30 minutes, she mounted up and galloped off. She knew what direction Matthew was headed in and took off immediately.

The chase actually lasted longer than she expected. It was hour later before she finally spotted her quarry. She spotted Matthew through her binoculars hiding behind a cluster of trees at the edge of higher brush and grass. Beyond it was more open land, nowhere to even lay down or hide. She had spent a long time looking for Matthew in the taller foliage and had obviously flushed him out of it but had not seen him move behind the trees.

Nonchalantly, she put her binoculars down as if she had not seen anything and grabbed her rope which was already made up with a lariat. When she was ready, she urged her mount on in a high gallop toward the tree cluster. Seeing he was spotted, Matthew took off into the open ground. He didn't expect to outrun a horse, naturally, he knew their game was coming to its and in fact he could not wait for it to happen, but he was going to be a good sport and make a good show of it.

Elizabeth was in fact very pleased at how the afternoon went and it was coming to a finish exactly as she had hoped. She was now closing quickly on Matthew. He wasn't running so fast anymore, clearly a bit tired out by the afternoon's merriment.

As the horse approached him, she opened her lariat, and threw it right over the boy's head and shoulders, pulling it tight to trap his arms to his sides, causing him to stumble to ground in the process. She jumped to the ground with a delighted grin her face, pounced on top of him to finish tying his arms and then his legs. As she tied the latter, sitting on Matthew's body, she could feel a powerful erection beneath her. She noted also with much satisfaction that Matthew had a number of scratches and bruises from first the chase, then the capture, and these minor sufferings of his excited her even more.

As Matthew lay trussed on the ground underneath the sun and clouds of the afternoon sky, began to open her outfit. They both were a little hot, sweaty, and dirty, but that wasn't going to stop her now. She opened her shirt, unhooking her bra from the front to let her magnificent breasts fall out, she pulled her pants to her ankles, revealing she had not put on any panties.

She then stood over and straddled Matthew's shoulders, her more than six foot frame seeming a giantess to the boy laying on the ground. Neither of them said a word, until she lowered herself onto Matthew's face and shouted with a most wicked grin of pure lust and power, "Mine by right of conquest!"

She then ground her pussy into his face and mouth. She was quite rough as she did so, even to the point of cutting off Matthew's breathing as she climaxed. There was no kissing as at other times. This was pure sexual conquest. Matthew even now continued to make efforts to resist and escape, which, she thought to herself, she must remind to thank him for later.

Elizabeth rode Matthew's face for better than half an hour before giving him relief (as well as the fact that his face was becoming raw. She reached around and ripped his jock-strap right off of him and then mounted his erection, grinding him to an orgasm within a minute), the grunts and shouts of their exertions echoing across the open land.

When he had emptied, however, she stayed put, keeping his captive cock in place. She then covered his mouth and nose with her hands and then her breasts, repeatedly threatening to suffocate him for the next 15 minutes, until she felt she could rouse his cock to go another round.

While Matthew had softened inside of her after his first explosion, at 19 he did not go completely limp with such a beautiful example of the female body pinning him to the ground. When she restarted her slow circular motions, Matthew responded and 10 minutes later came again. Elizabeth had come twice more waiting for that to happen.

In returning to the horse barn, she kept the game going. Elizabeth rode her horse, Matthew walked but with his torso still tied and she holding the rope. And with no jockstrap to wear anymore, he was completely naked. The warm afternoon sun as well as the sexual adventure he was living at the moment caused him to keep an erection going through the latter half of the walk home. While bruised, scratched, and sore, Matthew thought his Mistress the most beautiful and exciting woman he had ever met.

Once at the house, Elizabeth , as her way of thanks for the afternoon, took them both into a large bubblebath, where Matthew languished in his Mistress's embrace for two more hours before they dressed and went out to dinner. The lovemaking between them that night, while still dominated and controlled by her, was far more gentle---a recognition of their intense afternoon together.

Epilogue

That was how the summer went with Elizabeth and Matthew. Matthew essentially moved in for the rest of the summer. Everyday he was Elizabeth's slave in thought, word, and deed. She used him to satisfy her sexual urges constantly. He learned he had to endure the whip from time to time to satisfy her sadistic urges as well. They played the hunt and capture game at least twice a week and Matthew was in her bed but also in bondage every night and often during the afternoon and evenings.

Elizabeth had a leather bondage suit that she enjoyed putting and keeping her young men in. Almost completely encasing him in leather bondage, she would typically truss Matthew up with it for hours at a time when she was reading or watching television. She craved control, the control that came with having her sex slave in bondage for extended periods.

Indeed some nights, she put a leather harness with metal rings in various locations around her waist that attached to her legs. With small metal connectors, she hooked Matthew's collar to the harness, essentially trapping his face in her crotch, which---depending on the position she slept, he used as a pillow or as a blanket. It was not always comfortable for them, but Elizabeth found it extraordinarily erotic to have her slave-boy trapped between her legs, seeped in her scent the entire night, and rousted repeatedly to satisfy her during the dark hours. During the days, he did his chores, many in the nude, the rest in only a jockstrap, and always with a collar on.

As the summer wound down, they wondered what to do about the start of the new semester. Elizabeth was prepared to continue their liaison despite the university's rules. Matthew, however, offered to transfer to another college nearby so they could continue as they were.

That seemed to settle it. Matthew moved in for good, bringing in fact very little with him. He didn't know if he would be with Elizabeth for life, after all that was up to her, but he certainly had no plans to leave once he graduated. And she did not want to see him go either. The summer "working" for her had allowed them to bond in a way she had with none of her previous lovers.

To Matthew, he could not imagine loving a human being more than he loved Elizabeth . She was the most beautiful, powerful, sexy woman he had ever known. (The idea he ever considered her "plain" appalled him.) She was physically and intellectually superior to him in every way and he reveled in his inferiority and subservience to her.

To Elizabeth, Matthew, though now enslaved to her in every sense of the term, was still the sweet, shy, naive boy who had sat in front of her class, but still had shown himself courageous and open-minded enough to submit to her domination of him more completely than anyone ever had previously. That made him too good to ever let get away. She surprised herself to find that she loved him and so he would be her lover---and her slave---forever.