Remembering the one that started it all is a fond memory of mine. I got the spark of erotic submission when I was young, with a firm but pretty charming professor of mine. This was after daddy caught me playing with myself so he sent me to private school. Maybe cause he knew if I stayed it was only a matter of time before he found out what a real slut I was. In my professor’s classroom he ruled with an iron fist I guess you could say. Very strict, unforgiving, and very blunt. No room for error, no extra credit, and everything is final.
Mind you up until that point, submitting to a man was not in my realm of kink really. He told me “there was a difference between submitting to a man and becoming a sheep, and submitting to a man and becoming his toy.”. I don’t know what it was about the idea of being a plaything that made it more appealing but it did. I was a “silly girl” after all.
I had only stayed after class that day to inquire about when the exam results would be in. He looked me up and down, and simply said “Tomorrow lose the pants, I prefer skirts and stockings. Oh and black heels if you would” then he grabbed his bag and left. Leaving me shocked and confused. A little upset but a part of me was curious. Had he mistaken who I was? Was that his indirect way of telling me I failed the exam and would have to pass another way? Impossible, I was a decent student.
After tossing and turning all that night, debating on what to do. I gave in, putting on a short skirt with black stockings and my dress heels. I hadn’t worn those things since Halloween when I went as a little sexy witch. Even put in a little extra effort with my hair and make-up. I felt silly but when he saw me enter the class that day he grinned, halfway through the class the slipped a little note on my desk. Opening it I read the words. “Good girl” I was hooked, and became his play toy for the next couple of years while I attended that private school.
