Mr. Knight’s hands reached around my throat with a strip of black leather. While other girls might have been getting weak in the knees at the thought of their young, immature boyfriend clasping a cheap gold necklace around their neck, I was getting wet between the thighs as my Master secured my new dog collar to my throat. Feeling the thick fabric cinch snug against my trachea made a girlish smile peek from the corner of my lips. The collar was black, with small silver spikes protruding from all sides.
I plucked my finger on one spike and winced. “It’s sharp.”
“A spike isn’t very useful if it is dull,” Mr. Knight replied as he finished.
“But, sir, what if I touch my neck while sleeping?”
“Then you will learn the hard way not to do that,” he said with a smirk as he turned me around to admire the collar on me.
I bit my lip and lifted my chin, turning my head to each side so he could get a better view.
“How does it look, sir?” I asked.
“Marvelous. Have a look for yourself,” he gestured for me to use his bathroom. I stole one final look at his naked body before turning for the master bathroom.
What time is it? Does Mr. Knight have time to fuck me one more time while I’m wearing my new collar before our class begins?
It was still early, and we had barely rolled out of bed when he brought this incredible gift to me. I admired myself in the mirror as I hopped from one foot to the other on the cool tile floor. The nuclear smile on my lips was impossible to hide.
This is it. This is proof. I’m collard. I’m his. He wants me! And god, does he have me…
Tossing my long brunette hair over my shoulder, I rubbed a hand down over the short stubble covering my trimmed pussy. Just the constant pressure the collar put on my throat made me want to be fucked.
“When am I allowed to remove it?” I asked.
“Never.”
My eyebrows shot tall as I thought about dinner tonight.
“Oh, no, um, sir,” I said, stumbling out of the bathroom. Mr. Knight already had his pants on and was clasping his silver watch on his wrist. I felt the thud of disappointment in my belly as I realized our playtime had ended.
Mr. Knight, as he preferred me to call him, was Professor Knight, though he looked like no professor I had ever seen. His black as pepper hair and beard, lightly salted with gray, drew every young, nubile student in, and his thick, muscular body made every girl wish to stand where I did now.
I honestly don’t know how I was chosen over the litany of bombshell blondes and the ridiculously curvy women colleges seemed to attract nowadays. I was an eighteen-year-old freshman with an awkward manner, a few attractive features, and a sex drive that could outpace a cheetah at ease. Apparently, something in there garnered Mr. Knight’s attention because it was only a week ago that our first student-teacher encounter happened. I thought last night was a big step in the right direction when he invited me to his house, but then the real surprise occurred–my collar!
Except there was one problem…
“Sir, I can’t wear this tonight,” I said, approaching him. “It’s Friday. My parents are visiting tonight. They are meeting me for dinner. They can’t–they won’t understand.”
Mr. Knight smirked, amused by my rising panic. He had his white shirt half on when he walked over to me, took my cheeks in his rough hands, and kissed me deep and long. “You’re adorable when you are frightened. Do you know that?” he asked after the kiss.
“No, no, sir. I don’t know that, but I do know I’m frightened,” I said. He laughed and went back to buttoning up his shirt.
“The collar stays. It tells the world you’re taken,” he smirked, looking at me. “And reminds you of your place.”
I chewed the corner of my thumbnail, lost in thought of the different fates that awaited me. For some reason, my parents finding out about my BDSM kink lifestyle would lead to them finding out about the mountains of porn I had watched on my computer and would lead to them learning of the assortment of sex toys I had hidden in my dorm room.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god… My thoughts digressed in a descending spiral.
“Sir, I don’t think I can do this,” I said, my breath quickening. “Please, sir. There has to be something I can do to take this off tonight–just for the night. Please!”
Mr. Knight looked down on me with pity, and for the briefest of moments, the sympathy turned to something else. A mischievous grin grew on his face but disappeared just as quickly. Leaning over my naked body, he smacked my ass, making me jump.
“Get dressed, young lady. Don’t want to be late for class,” he said with a smirk, throwing on my clothes: a beige skirt, matching black bra and panties, and a pink shirt. I left Mr. Knight’s house just before him. When I left, I saw him hunched over his desk, writing several notes on different pieces of paper.
An hour later, I sat at my desk in the back of the classroom, hunched behind my laptop. My mom had been messaging me nonstop since they had gotten on the road about how excited she was to see me. I had always been close with my parents–especially my mom, and it had been hard on her when I went to a university six hours away.
More than a few students stared at my collar for a prolonged period, which I wouldn’t have minded except that every look reminded me of my colliding worlds in just a few short hours.
Professor Knight entered the classroom right at 8:00 am and began lecturing before he even set down his leather messenger bag or removed his suit jacket. He was like that—a man who was both strong and compassionate. Words and a sense of humor found him like he had a whistle to call them at his will. Unlike my other professors, Mr. Knight always wore a suit to class, he took excellent care of his body, which was evident to all with eyes, and he had more than a little street cred when it came to his field as he worked as a CIA analyst in Washington D.C. before returning to Ohio State University to teach History and Political Science.
“Papers are due at 11:59 pm tonight,” Professor Knight said as he walked up and down the aisles, handing out a reading packet for this week’s assignment. He approached me, and my heart rate skyrocketed, but he didn’t look at me. Ever since we started our extracurricular activities, he had avoided me in public, which was understandable if this relationship would last. However, he placed a thin yellow envelope with the reading packet on my desk—something no one else received.
I quietly opened it. Inside was a sheet of paper along with three folded papers. Reading the first one, I realized this was what he had been writing this morning before he left his house.
He was writing me a letter, I thought, and nearly melted.
‘My Collared,
I have considered your request and decided to allow you to remove your collar briefly while your family visits. Inside, you will find three trials. Perform and complete each within this envelope, and you may have all you desire.
Forever Yours…
Master Knight’
My hands were jittery with excitement at this turn of events. I couldn’t even focus on what Mr. Knight said as he loaded a PowerPoint on his laptop. Fishing the three folded papers out of the folder, I made sure no one was watching as I read what was written on the outside of each one:
'Trial #3 - Open at 5:30 pm’
'Trial #2 - Open at 12:00 pm’
'Trial #1 - Open during my class.’
I licked my lips and felt nervous as I opened Trial #1.
‘Pay for your sins.
Masturbate to orgasm during class.
Remove soiled panties during class.
Place soiled panties in the empty envelope and return it to me during class.’
My heart stopped momentarily, and as if Professor Knight could read my mind and knew I had just read my first trial, I looked up to see him staring directly at me. The rest of the class was watching a short video about the Roman Empire while I was near hyperventilating. And yet, I began my preparations because this trial wasn’t about me. It was about Mr. Knight.
And I would do anything for him.
After placing the envelope and papers on my laptop keyboard, I removed a thin hoodie I kept in my book bag because I was constantly cold–even during the middle of the summer. I put it on my lap as I lifted my skirt. I might have been in the back of the classroom but was in the second to last row. There were fifty of my peers in the classroom, and they could watch me from all sides.
Jesus Christ, this is so stupid… I winced as I slipped my hand inside my skirt and rubbed my fingertips over the face of my panties.
Immediately, the thin fabric absorbed a drip of moisture that had leaked from my lips without me realizing it. My finger pressed between my lips and ground gentle and repetitive circles over my clit as I began to pant. Looking up, I saw Mr. Knight sitting at his desk. His shadowed face glared at me intensely between the bodies of the dozen students between him and me.
My chest rose and fell as the circles I drew into my sex grew wider, and the tip of my finger began to stuff my panties inside my pussy. The heat of all the eyes possibly watching me was intoxicating. I never felt so much like a dirty slut as I did now. There was a thrill in the back of my chest that wanted to get caught. I wanted Mr. Knight to take me right here, right now, in front of everyone! I bit the corner of my lip as Master’s eyes bore into my soul. My panties were absolutely drenched now. Imagining my Master owning these dirty panties pushed me to the edge as I pictured him sniffing them as he stroked his hard cock. Tasting them… shooting his hot cum inside them…
“Oohm,” I squeaked as the orgasm peaked without even so much as a warning. I flinched and clasped my thighs together as I felt a small spurt of my juices spill out of my pussy. I could usually tell when I would squirt, but I didn’t expect this one. Leaning forward, I cleared my throat and coughed to hide my accidental moan. Leaning forward, I stared at the video playing and pretended not to notice the half dozen students looking my way and my cheeks glowing a radioactive red.
Over the next several minutes, as I reclaimed control of my breathing, I pealed my completely soaked panties from my sex and pulled them free from my skirt. When class ended, I followed the rest of the students past Professor Knight and handed him the sealed yellow folder.
“Here’s that assignment you asked for,” I said with glowing cheeks.
“Thank you,” he replied with a subdued grin.
My morning classes went by quickly, mostly because I was obsessing over the trials and worrying about my parents finding out I was a secret slut. I texted Mr. Knight several times due to concern over the third trial. It said to open at 5:30 pm, but I was supposed to meet my parents for dinner tonight around 5:30 pm or 6:00 pm. Of course, he didn’t respond, which only added to my stress.
At five after noon, I walked softly through the library as if I were a cat burglar sneaking in to steal precious jewels. There weren’t many people there, and the handfuls who were present weren’t by the books. They stayed near the front of the library where the computers, printers, and tables were to work on their papers or group projects. Still, each person who noticed me skulk to the back of the library made me feel like they could read my mind. They knew exactly why I had come here.
The second trial read more vague than the first, but I still had a good idea of what was coming.
‘Swallow Your Pride.
Find the book ‘Roman’s Theology & Beliefs By Wendy Copper’ in the library.
Use only your mouth to gain your Master’s trust.’
Following the history section back, to the left and the other right, I came to a dimly lit area of the library where the walls and tall shelves seemed to meet, creating a dark enclave to the rest of the library. To my relief and excitement, a familiar shadowed figure stood there waiting for me.
“Mr. Knight,” I squeaked as he looked down on me.
“Right on time,” he said with a toying smirk.
“Did I pass the first trial?”
“With flying colors,” he said, and a nuclear smile broke over my lips. What can I say? Nothing in the world made me happier than making him happy.
Mr. Knight’s smile widened, and he stepped forward, cupping my cheek in his palm. His thumb brushed over my dimple and circled over my lips, which parted slightly at his touch.
“You know, Ms. Tassel, you are quite remarkable,” he said, admiring me like a sculpture.
“I’ll be anything for you.”
Mr. Knight chuckled and bent over to place a long lingering kiss on my lips that melted me to my core. When his tongue entered my mouth, I wanted it to stay and never leave. When his palm slid down my spine to cup my bulbous ass cheeks, I wanted him to pick me up and take me right then and there. When he pulled away, I hummed a note of disapproval but respected my Master’s wishes.
“Do you wish to begin your second trial?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
In response, I removed my book bag from my shoulders and glanced back down the aisle. I pulled my brunette hair back into a ponytail and tied it with one of the hair ties on my wrist. Lowering to my knees, the quiet library became loud in its way. The AC running in a vent overhead hummed, a group of students laughing across the library sounded startling, and the rustling of Mr. Knight’s zipper going down along with the rest of his pants seemed loud enough to draw everyone's attention. But my worries faded into the background when I saw the half-hard cock drooping down toward my face.