It had been two weeks since she left school and she was excited to get back. She had missed her Master terribly; there was no Internet except at the local library, and it seemed to always be busy. So she had only been able to email him once since she had been gone.

The bus ride from the airport to the college seemed to be the longest part of her trip back, but finally she was back on campus. Since it was still fairly early in the afternoon, Chelsea quickly went to her room and called her Master from the hallway telephone.

"Sir, I am back from Farnborough. I missed you so much. Could you please come and get me? I can't stand to be away from you another minute," she said.

"Well, I missed you too. If you want to come out, that is fine. But for me to drive there, pick you up, and drive back would take too long. Call a cab, put a few clothes together for the next couple days, and when you get here I will take care of the cab fare," he said.

Chelsea did as he told her, calling a cab company and while she waited for the car, she put together some things she thought she would need for the next couple days. It was Friday afternoon and school started back up Monday morning, so she packed for the weekend and then waited downstairs for the cab.

"Please hurry, I've missed him so much!" she told the cabbie after giving him the address. The cab ride took about thirty minutes, but it might as well been an eternity for poor Chelsea. But at last the cab pulled up in front of the Professor's house. She told the driver to wait and she ran up the sidewalk to the door. Knocking on it she waited, holding her breath, for the door to open.

"Hello, sl..." was all he was able to get before she pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and crushing her lips to his. She kissed him like she had never kissed him before and had he been a smaller man, he would have been bowled over by her passionate attack.

After several long moments, he was able to peel her off of him and she waited, smiling, at the door while he went down to get her bags and pay the driver. He brought her bags up and then they went inside.

Once inside, he shut the door and dropped the bags right by the door. Sweeping her up in his arms, he took her into the living room and sat down in his chair with her in his arms.

"Oh, Master! I have missed you so very much!" she said, as she touched his cheek softly with her fingertips. She looked at him with her soft green eyes misty with the beginnings of tears.

"I have missed you too, my little slut. It has been awfully quiet around here the last couple weeks," he said. "So other than being away from me, how was your vacation?"

"It was good to see my family. My sister and her husband are doing well. And my folks are the same as always. Mom cooks way too much food and Dad eats it all!" she said smiling.

"Well, it's good to have you back here. I have had to do everything myself again - I have gotten too used to your help around here!"

"Don't you worry, Master. I am back and you won't have to do everything yourself anymore!" she said kissing him softly. He kissed her deep and hard as Chelsea opened her mouth to allow his tongue to probe her mouth. She moaned softly as he kissed her and she melted into him, happy and content to be with him again.

His hands roamed over her body, feeling her familiar form and finding all of her favorite "hot spots" once again. As he touched her, she moaned and panted, her skin catching fire wherever he touched. He cupped her full, firm tits and toyed playfully with the cleavage above her bra. He stroked the sensitive insides of her thigh, slipping up under her skirt to the lacy edge of her panties. Finally, as she parted her now trembling thighs, he petted her and rubbed her pussy through the satiny material as Chelsea closed her eyes and laid her head back moaning her deep desires.

"Oh God, Master!" Chelsea moaned as he caressed her. "I missed your touch sooo much!"

He pushed her up off his lap to stand in front of him. "Take off that blouse, slut," he said. Chelsea smiled and with her hands trembling so she could hardly accomplish the task, she managed to unbutton the front of her blouse. Before she could slip it off her shoulders though, he pulled her in close and kissed her flat stomach, working his way up her front to her bra. She had conveniently chose to wear a front close bra and in one deft move, he had unhooked it, leaving her tits free for his hot mouth and tongue to enjoy.

"OHHHHH!" she whined as his mouth closed over one nipple and he bit it softly, his teeth pinching it slightly and pulling at the stiff bud. She arched her back as he chewed on the sensitive, throbbing nipple and his hands moved up under her panties to grip her ass cheeks as he made a meal of her tits.

Chelsea pulled his head in closer, shoving more of her tit into his mouth while twirling her fingers in his hair. She wanted him to consume her, to devour her. He bit her tit harder, causing her to gasp as the pain signals raced to her brain. But he wasn't trying to hurt her; he knew that she wanted this. He knew his submissive well and he was giving her what she needed. His domination. His mark of ownership. His teeth marks on her fair skin and her badge of honor.

But the Professor wasn't happy with just playing with her ass and chewing on her tit, he had missed his submissive and he wanted to reclaim her and reassert himself as her Master. Grabbing her hair, he forced her to the floor and onto her knees. Shoving her head to the floor, her barked his order, "Head down, ass up, slut."

Chelsea instantly obeyed, getting wet at his command. She was about to be used and she wanted it as much as he did. She spread her legs and made herself open for him. Reaching between her legs, she used the fingers of one hand to spread her pussy lips, showing him her sweet pink pussy, wet already in anticipation. He slapped her ass playfully and she moaned raising it as if asking for another. He obliged her, swatting her other ass cheek before gripping her hips and putting the head of his cock at her pussy entrance.

"Have you missed this cock, my slut?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh yes, Master. Oh, I have missed it very much!"

"Do you want my cock now? Do you want my cock inside your pussy?"

"Oh yes, Master. Please fuck me with your sweet cock. Oh God, please."

"That's it slut, you know I love to hear you beg. Beg for my cock."

"Please, Master, please fuck me. Use your slut, Master please. I need to feel you inside me, now!" she whimpered.

He eased forward pressing the tip of his cock directly on the rim of her pussy opening. She could feel the velvety tip of his cock and she tried to back into him, but he moved away. She whined her disappointment.

"Not just yet, slut. I don't think you are quite sincere enough yet. Are you SURE this is what you want?"

"Master please, I beg you, please fuck me! Please, I need you. I need you inside me. PLEEEASE."

He pressed forward easing his cock into her warm wetness. She gripped the floor as she felt him enter her, mouth open and eyes wide as she felt his huge cock parting her pussy lips and filling her pussy. His cock stretched her like it always did and she groaned loudly as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper.

Chelsea was no virgin when she had met him; she had had a few boyfriends and had lost her "cherry" when she was just 17 to her boyfriend at the time. She knew what being filled meant at that time. But her Master was unquestionably the biggest she had ever known. And she loved how it made her feel so stretched and so full.

"Ohhhh, Masterrr." Chelsea moaned long and low. She pushed her ass back at him, wanting more. She raised her ass to him begging him to slit her wide open. And he was willing to do it as well. Once she was opened and lubricated by her own drooling pussy, he began pumping into her slow and teasing at first but quickly increasing in both speed and power. Soon he was pounding her pussy like he wanted to put a hole in her. He savagely, brutally pounded into her and she loved every bit of it. The shy, reserved girl from Farnborough had become a fuckslut! She wanted him and she wanted him hard, fast, and deep!

"Fuck me, Master. Fuck your slut. Give me your sweet cock, Master. Oh fuck," she begged him. She began playing with her clit as he pistoned in and out of her. Nearing her orgasm she toyed with her clit harder and faster as her moaned increased in desperation.

"Master, I, I'm going to cum! Please may I cum for you? May I cum on your cock, please?" she pleaded.

The Professor, too, was on the edge of his own orgasm and as she slipped over the edge, her clenching pussy caused him to explode inside her. Together, the two were sent crashing into a mutual earth-shattering orgasm. His grunts and growls mixed with her own screams of rapture and the sounds of their peaking reverberated off the walls on the room. She poured out her pussy juice, mixed with his cum, as he continued pounding into her until he became too soft to continue and slipped out of her with a wet plop. He collapsed on top of her forcing her to the floor completely and they lay together, panting and gasping for air. He threw an arm over her and pulled his submissive closer to him.

Master and submissive laid on the wooden floor as long as they comfortably could, until the hardness of the floor overcame the blissful rest they were enjoying. Finally, they could lay there no more and the Professor rose, helping Chelsea to stand also.

"Go upstairs, my beautiful slut, and get cleaned up. I wasn't expecting you tonight so I hadn't planned dinner. A good excuse as any to go out to eat!" he said.

"Yes, Master," she said smiling broadly. She scampered off, taking a playful swat to her ass with her as she went upstairs to get ready.

It was about fifteen minutes later when a fresh and beautiful Chelsea came back downstairs. "I'm ready, Master!" she said happily as she stood before him.

"You look stunning as always, my slut. But before we go out, there is something I want to talk to you about." He led her over to his chair and sat down, patting his lap.

"What is it, Master?" Chelsea said after sitting down in his lap and putting her arms around his neck.

"Chelsea, how long have we been doing this? I mean how long have you been coming over and staying the night?"

"A little over a month now. Thank you so much, Master, it has been wonderful."

"I'm glad you have enjoyed it. I have been thinking, that since you spend so much time over here as it is, that maybe you should th..."

"Master, please no!" Chelsea said putting her fingers to his lips. She got up from his lap and stood there looking at him. "Master, I have something I need to tell you and I would like to talk about it now, please? It is very important to me. Please may I speak?"

He sat up in the chair, adjusting his position so he could listen to her.

"Master, I have been doing some reading in my spare time on the D/s relationships and the customs, protocols and rituals involved. I find many of them very appealing. I have enjoyed my time here more than you will ever know, Sir, but if you are about to ask me what I think you are about to ask me - what I hope you are about to ask me - then that is not the proper protocol."

"Oh?"

"No, Sir. And we British are a proper lot sometimes, so in the interest of proper protocol, I have something to ask you."

"I am listening."

Chelsea dropped down onto her knees in front of him, between his spread legs. She sat on her heels with her head lowered in the submissive position he had taught her.

"Sir, I would like to formally petition you to become your submissive.

I sit here in front of you Sir, ready and willing to surrender and submit myself to you for your use and your pleasure. I would very much like to become your submissive, and if you will have me, I will do my very best to please you in every way I can."

The Professor sat there for an agonizingly long time looking at her. Chelsea kept her head lowered waiting for him to speak, to say something. The longer it took for him to reply the more worried she got. Had she made a mistake? Had she misread what he wanted to say? Oh god, the silence was deafening!

"Go to my study and on the desk is a package. Bring it to me," he said flatly.

She rose, still worried what he was thinking, and retrieved the package he told her about. Kneeling again, she handed it to him.

"Open it."

She looked up at him, puzzled, then carefully unwrapped the plain brown paper wrapping on the box. She opened the top of the box.

Chelsea sat there in stunned silence. Her mouth dropped open as her eye beheld the contents of the box.

"Master, I, I don't understand?" she said not knowing if what she saw was real.

"What you see before you is exactly what you think it is. You see, while you were away I, too, did some thinking. And while this isn't exactly the way I had it pictured in my mind's eye, it seemed like a good time to give it to you, since you have just asked."

Chelsea looked down again to see if it still was there, then looked up, tears streaming from her green eyes.

She picked up the jeweled collar from the box and looked at it. She read the inscription on the little heart shaped tag. "Owned" it said.

"Oh Master! Oh it's beautiful! I don't know what to say," she said, trying very hard not to break down and sob like a little schoolgirl.

"Well, yes might be an appropriate response," he said smiling.

"Yes! Oh yes, of course, Master. Please put it on me this very minute!" she said handing it to him. She moved her hair aside and he placed the collar around her neck. She reached up and felt it as it laid on her neck. "May I?"

"Yes, go ahead," he said, and Chelsea got up to look in the mirror. She beamed as she saw the collar around her neck. His collar. She was his.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you so very much," she said, her voice quivering and her eyes still full of tears.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"May I wear my collar to dinner?" she asked him.

"If you like."

"Then yes, I am ready, Master. I do want to wear it."

They went out that night to a nice romantic restaurant and had a nice dinner. Once they had put in their dinner orders with the waiter he turned to his newly collared submissive.

"If you are to truly be my submissive, we need to set a few ground rules," he said.

"Yes, Master. I am ready."

"Ok, let's start with your dress and appearance. As a submissive your motto should be 'Be Pleasing. Always.' and as such your dress and appearance should be pleasing always as well. Now you are a very lovely girl and I do find you attractive. So when we are at home I want you to wear clothes that accentuate your loveliness. In other words dress sexy, provocatively, and dress to make me want you. We will go shopping again soon and pick out some around the house wear and I will show you what I like for you to wear. In addition, there will be many times I will want to you wear nothing at all. I will pick out what, if anything, I want you to wear each day until you start getting a sense of what I like."

"Yes, Master, I shall try to be pleasing in my appearance for you," she said smiling.

"Good girl. Now as far as school goes, dress appropriately, of course. You can dress like a girl and wear the same boy-catching clothes that the other girls wear. But be discrete - no one will know that you and I are...well Master and submissive!"

"Yes, Master."

"Now as for how to behave as a submissive. You already know a few things, like how to kneel, how to address me, and some of the other basics. And as we get used to each other and our new roles, I will give you further directions. It will be up to you to learn how to please me and remember what I am teaching you. Just remember that I am your Master now. You belong to me. Your mind, your body, and your spirit are mine to use as I see fit. I will give you pleasure when I want or withhold it when I want. And you are to be pleasurable always. Understand?"

"Yes, Master. I want to be pleasurable to you always. I want to become the best submissive I can be for you. I want to serve you and service you to the best of my abilities. I am yours, Master," Chelsea said, lowering her head as she spoke.

"You will do fine, my slut. I am sure of it."

Dinner arrived and they put their conversation on hold and ate. After they finished he paid the bill and they left, taking the long way home so they could talk more. As he drove he began telling her more about her new role as his submissive.

"Now since you have become my collared submissive, it goes without saying that I will want you to move in with me. I see no sense in you having to pay for a dorm room you will rarely been in. So tomorrow after school we will go to your dorm room and you can pack up all your things and move in with me. You will live with me and we will go back and forth to school together."

"Really, Master?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"Unless you have some objection to moving in with me."

"NO, MASTER!" she said instantly, "I would love to move in with you and live with you! Oh, Master, oh this is all too good to be true!" She began quietly sobbing as her dreams became true. "I promise that I will do everything I can to become the best submissive I can be. Whatever you ask I will do. Thank you, Master. Thank you so very much."

Chelsea picked up his right hand and kissed it tenderly. She stroked her cheek with his hand and then kissed it again.

Setting the cruise control on and driving with one hand on the wheel, he laid his other hand on her lap pushing her skirt up around her waist. She parted her thighs inviting him to continue and that just what he did. His ran slipped between her thighs and worked its way up to the edge of her silky panties. Chelsea leaned her seat back further and parted her legs more. She began moaning her desire to him and hiked her skirt fully up out of his way. He stroked her pussy through the fabric, causing her to get wet and soaking the material quickly.

"Ohhh, Master, oh you always get me so wet and hot," she moaned as she began squirming in her seat. He massaged her swollen pussy lips and pressed the soaked panties partly into her, teasing her throbbing clit and pussy entrance. She reached her hand inside her blouse and began toying with her tit as he teased her pussy more.

"Master please," she whined, "please...go in. Inside me, please."

"Remove your panties then," he told her. Chelsea instantly slipped the soggy panties off and spread her legs again. He took her wet drawers and wadded them into a small ball. "Open your mouth, slut." Chelsea did as he said and he stuffed the panties into her mouth. "There that should keep your slut, mouth busy!" he said.

"Mmmmph!" she said. He went back to his work teasing and toying with her now naked pussy. His fingers found her clit and traced tiny circles around the nub. She reached between her legs and pulled apart her pussy lips, opening herself up for him. He slid two fingers into her wet hole. Chelsea gasped as he entered her and raised her hips to his hand. She began humping upwards to his hand as he brought her closer to her impending orgasm.

"Mmmph!" Chelsea said raising her hips up to meet his hand and spreading her legs wider. Her thighs trembled from need. He pulled his had away for a moment and she relaxed, sitting back down. He drove on, giving her a moments rest before starting to torment her again.

A moment later she was again voicing her plea again through the panty gag. "Mmmph! Mmmmmph!"

"Do you have something to say, slut? Is there something you wish to ask me?" he said, teasing her further. Chelsea nodded her head violently.

"Spit out the gag then."

"Oh god, Master! Oh I'm going to cum," she whimpered. She fucked his hand as he tried hard to concentrate on his driving. She grabbed his hand and forced it deeper into her as she climbed perilously close to the edge.

"Please, Master, please! I, I, OHHHHFUCCK!!" she screamed as she erupted in a wonderful orgasm. She grabbed the armrest of the door crushing it in her hand as she held his hand inside her. He wiggled and twisted his fingers inside her, driving her further into madness as her orgasm washed over her. She tossed her head back and forth as her swirling mind flashed and sparkled with the hurricane of sensations. He thrust his fingers in and out of her rapidly as she came on his fingers. Then when she collapsed back into her seat, gasping for air, he shoved his cum covered fingers into her mouth.

"Taste yourself, slut. Taste what you have become - a submissive little fuckslut!" he growled. Chelsea licked and sucked her own juices off his fingers until they were clean.

"May I put my panties back on, Master?" she asked when she had cleaned his fingers.

"No. You sit there in your own pussy juice until we get home. And when we do, you will clean up the mess you made in my leather seat. I don't want the leather ruined simply because you couldn't contain yourself!" he said. So when they got home and parked in the garage, he got out and pulled her up out of the car. He went to get some cleaner and a rag, then handed them to her. "Here. now clean up that pussy drool!" he said.

"Yes, Master," she said and bent over to begin the task. As she cleaned, he stood behind her. Chelsea still wasn't wearing her panties, and bent over like that he couldn't resist. He grabbed her hips, and plunged his hard cock onto her pussy and pounded away as she tried very hard to concentrate on cleaning the seat.

"Ohhh, Master," she cooed as she felt him fill her.

He shoved his full length into her and began thrusting in and out of her hard and fast. He had been watching his lovely submissive all night and he was primed and ready for her. He took his submissive, claiming her for himself and making sure she knew who owned her.

"Oh, Master, Oh I'm going to cum again!" she cried after just a few minutes. He felt her pussy walls begin to contract and tighten around his cock, milking it, squeezing it, and trying to coax his seed from him. And he gladly gave it up. With a low growl he exploded inside her warmth filling her pussy with his searing white cum. Chelsea joined in, her own sounds of orgasm mixing with his. Once they finished and had regained enough strength to go inside, they went into the living room and relaxed a bit.

"Thank you, Master, for a wonderful evening and for my orgasm tonight." she purred, kneeling at his feet as he sat in his chair. "And thank you once again for allowing me to become your submissive."

"You are welcome, my slut. You pleased me tonight."

Her heart soared.

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This story is a collaborative effort with the invaluable help of Poppet, without whose help this story would not be possible. Thank you Poppet for your help, your input, and your assistance with this project. It was a real pleasure working with you!