Summary: A college professor finds herself suddenly under the control of her former student and the student’s mother. After being stripped and collared in her own office, she is ordered to schedule piercings, contact her husband with a false story, and prepare to serve as the house slave at a sorority event. The shift leaves her exposed and compelled to follow every command without resistance. Daphne sat frozen behind her desk. She was still stunned by how fast everything had turned against her. The air in the office felt thick, heavy with the scent of old books and her own rising sweat. Her hands trembled on the polished wood, heart thudding like a trapped bird. “Did you not hear me, cow? I said strip,” Penelope barked. The older woman looked up at her former student. “Please Penelope, can’t we come to an arrangement? We had some good times, didn’t we?” Her voice cracked on the last word, eyes pleading as memories of past power plays flashed through her mind. Penelope picked up her phone. The screen lit up her sharp features, fingers tapping with deliberate menace. “What are you doing?” Daphne asked, her voice rising in panic. She leaned forward, breath catching in her throat. “I’m texting mom to send out the pics. My face will be blurred. Yours won’t.” “Wait!” Daphne stood up fast. She walked slowly around her desk until she stood in front of the young coed. Her heels clicked on the tile, each step echoing the surrender building inside her. Stripped and Claimed Penelope eyed her new pet. She had to admit Daphne was a beautiful woman. The pretty blond professor wore a cream silk blouse with a plunging neckline that showed off her large breasts and a narrow black pencil skirt that hugged her thin waist, generous hips, and well-shaped legs. Those legs tapered down to her delicate feet, now in three-inch patent leather pumps. The fabric clung to every curve, hinting at the smooth skin beneath that Penelope now owned. “Get to it,” Penelope ordered. Her tone left no room for delay, eyes locked on the older woman’s shaking form. Daphne waited a few beats, then started unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped it off and let it drop to the floor. She paused, reached back, and unclasped her bra. Her breasts sprang free. She quickly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her white cotton panties and looked at Penelope, her face pained. Cool air kissed her exposed nipples, making them tighten. Penelope nodded once. The gesture sealed the moment, power shifting like a heavy door slamming shut. Daphne rolled the panties down and stepped out of them. She stood naked in front of her young mistress, wearing only her heels, her arms hanging at her sides. The two women looked at each other in the quiet office. A line had clearly been crossed. Megan’s skin prickled with goosebumps, the plug of dread settling deeper in her gut. Penelope stepped closer. “You know, in all the months you used me, all the piercings and pain I took for you, all the hundreds of times you made me eat your pussy, you never once gave anything back.” Her words landed like slaps, each one stirring old resentments. Daphne’s eyes dropped to the floor. Shame burned hot across her cheeks. “You never even kissed me. Not once.” Daphne swallowed hard. The memory of all those one-sided sessions flooded back, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. “I don’t like girls,” she croaked. The lie tasted thin even to her own ears. Penelope laughed out loud. Daphne smiled nervously. “Well I like to receive, but I never really had any interest in giving back.” Her voice wavered, body shifting weight from one heel to the other. Penelope shook her head. “You should put that on your tombstone. It fits your whole life.” Penelope moved closer still. “All the innocent women you pulled in over the years meant nothing to you. We were just toys for your fun.” The younger woman’s breath brushed Megan’s bare shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. Daphne had no answer. The young mistress stepped in again. “That ends today. From now on you’re going to be the one giving the pleasure.” Her fingers traced the air just above Megan’s skin, teasing without touching. The professor stayed still. Penelope kept going. “In fact, you might say the only reason you exist from now on is to please every woman you meet. Call it your penance.” The words settled like chains around Megan’s thoughts. Daphne stared back, her face still not fully broken. Penelope smiled thinly. “And guess what? I’m going to contact every one of your victims and invite them to use you whenever they want. I’ll make sure they all have your direct cell number.” A cruel spark lit her eyes. Daphne choked back a sob. Her chest tightened, nipples hardening further from the chill and fear. “That’s right. You’re going to learn to fear the knock on your office door and every ping of your phone.” Daphne looked down at the floor, clearly shaken by what that meant. Visions of endless demands filled her head, pussy clenching involuntarily at the thought. “And when they come to collect, you will serve them without hesitation. Do I make myself clear?” Penelope’s voice dropped low, almost intimate. Daphne kept staring at the floor, her face empty. Her day kept getting worse. “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s Miss Penelope now. Don’t make me tell you again.” “Yes, Miss Penelope. I understand, ma’am.” “Good girl. Now, are you ready to begin atoning for your sins?” “Yes, Miss Penelope.” Penelope leaned in. “Kiss me.” Her lips hovered inches away, the command thick with promise. Daphne blinked. Heat flooded her face as she processed the order. “Like you mean it,” Penelope said. “Convince me to train you as my lesbian whore.” The younger woman waited, body poised like a cat ready to pounce. Daphne waited a few more seconds, then did as she was told. Penelope let herself be kissed for a full minute, enjoying the feel of the older woman’s warm, wet tongue. Daphne moaned into her mouth, sucking her mistress’s tongue and gently biting her lower lip. Penelope had to admit it was a convincing performance. She felt her own pussy tighten as the first rush of power hit her. Finally she broke the kiss. The taste of Megan lingered, sweet and desperate. “Not bad, whore.” “Thank you, Miss Penelope.” Penelope walked over to one of the chairs in front of the desk. She turned it to face outward, then sat down. She looked over at her pet. “On your knees.” Daphne dropped slowly to her knees. Penelope crooked a finger at her. “Crawl to me.” Daphne crawled slowly toward her mistress. When she reached her, she knelt at the younger woman’s feet and looked up. The floor felt cold and hard beneath her palms, knees already starting to ache. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen to you.” Penelope’s voice was steady, almost conversational, but laced with steel. Daphne nodded slowly. Dread pooled low in her belly, spreading heat between her thighs despite herself. “I won’t bore you with the details, but everything you did to me is going to be done to you. In spades.” The threat hung heavy, making Megan’s breath hitch. Penelope watched the older woman’s face fall as the weight of it sank in. The young mistress let the moment stretch for a full minute, then clapped her hands together with fake cheer. “Okay! Now, let’s get you collared and plugged.” Penelope reached into her purse and pulled out a thick black leather collar. She leaned down and buckled it around Daphne’s neck. The older woman felt a cold rush of dread. She had put collars on dozens of young women, but this was the first time leather had closed around her own neck. The buckle clicked shut with finality, the weight pressing against her throat. Next, Penelope pulled out a large stainless steel anal plug and held it up in front of the kneeling slave’s face. “Open,” Penelope ordered. “I’m afraid it’s the only lube you’re getting.” The metal gleamed under the office lights, cold and unforgiving. Daphne opened wide and Penelope slipped the fat plug into her mouth, the red jeweled base sticking out between her lips. The older slave stared up at her mistress above the plug, her face showing the first real fear. This was actually happening. Saliva coated the plug, dripping slightly down her chin. Penelope pulled the plug from Daphne’s mouth and held up her right index finger. “Wet it,” she ordered. Daphne took the finger and coated it with spit, curling her tongue around it. Penelope watched with a cool smile. When the finger was glistening she pulled it free. “Plug position,” she said casually. Daphne stared up at her, eyes hard. For a moment Penelope saw a spark of defiance. She leaned down until their faces were inches apart. “Did you not hear me, whore?” Daphne held her gaze for several more seconds, then slowly turned on her knees until her ass faced her mistress. She leaned forward until her forehead touched the floor. The position left her completely exposed, cool air brushing her puckered hole. “Spread!” Penelope barked, smacking Daphne’s right buttock with her open hand. The older woman yelped. She reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her anus. Penelope drove her right index finger in to the hilt. Daphne howled. The intrusion burned, stretching her tight ring without mercy. “Nice and tight, slut,” Penelope said. “The guys are going to love you.” She started working her finger in and out. “We need to get you stretched, whore. It’s anal-only for you from now on.” The slick friction built slowly, forcing involuntary clenches around the digit. Daphne groaned in protest. Penelope smacked her left cheek. “That’s right, slut. We’re going to loan you out to men too, just like you pimped me out.” The slap echoed, skin reddening under the blow. Daphne whimpered. The finger kept pumping, each thrust sending sparks up her spine. “But they’re only going to use your mouth and ass.” Penelope looked down and spit on the finger working Daphne’s ass. She paused and shoved her middle finger in as well, watching the ring stretch around both digits. The added width made Megan gasp, walls fluttering around the invasion. “Please!” Daphne groaned. “It hurts, please stop.” Her voice broke, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Penelope ignored her. She reached under with her left hand and cupped Daphne’s pussy while she kept fucking her ass with the two fingers of her right hand. “My mom and I have decided that this pussy is now closed for business. Permanently.” Her palm pressed firm against the slick folds, feeling the reluctant wetness gathering there. Penelope began to slap the older woman’s pussy with her upturned palm. “We’re going to make sure nobody will ever want to touch this worthless cunt again.” Each slap landed wet and sharp, sending jolts through Megan’s core. “We’re going to ruin this cunt once and for all.” Penelope suddenly pulled both fingers out. Daphne’s anus gaped, the rim twitching as it slowly closed. Penelope picked up the steel plug and drove it into the slave’s ass in one hard thrust. Daphne screamed as the bulb stretched her wide, then grunted when the plug seated, the jeweled base snug against her rim. The fullness was overwhelming, heat radiating from the stretched muscle. Penelope smacked both cheeks. “Get back up on your knees, whore.” The slaps left bright handprints on pale skin. Daphne scrambled up and turned to face her mistress, now collared and plugged for the first time. She looked up at Penelope with real fear in her eyes. The plug shifted inside her with every movement, a constant reminder of her new place. Penelope smiled down at her. She reached across the desk, grabbed Daphne’s phone, and handed it to the kneeling woman. “Call Fat Tony,” she said flatly. Appointment and Exposure Daphne’s eyes widened. Her stomach dropped like an elevator in freefall. “Please,” she began, her lip trembling. “Hush. Call him now,” Penelope said, her tone flat. “Both nipples and four through each labia. And don’t forget to ask for the discount.” The command was absolute, leaving no escape. Daphne stared straight ahead for a full minute, mourning her old life. This was real. After a few more seconds her shoulders dropped. She unlocked her phone and found the number. Penelope watched her face as she placed the call. The line rang once, twice, before connecting. “Yes, hello, Tony. It’s Daphne. Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Listen, I’d like to make an appointment for a piercing as soon as possible.” Her voice sounded distant to her own ears, the words mechanical. Daphne paused. Sweat beaded on her upper lip. “Well that’s the thing,” she said with an awkward laugh. “I’m afraid things have taken a bit of a turn. The appointment is for me.” Another pause stretched, heavy with implication. “Yes, that’s right. Believe it or not, I’m actually a slave now.” She glanced at Penelope. “My…mistress…wants me pierced.” She listened again, heart pounding. “Yes, the usual. Both nipples plus the labial rings. Four on each side.” The list felt like signing away pieces of herself. Another pause. “Monday afternoon?” Daphne looked at Penelope, who nodded. “Okay, Tony. I’ll see you then.” Relief mixed with dread in her chest. Penelope held up a hand and mouthed the word discount. “Oh and Tony, can we still get ten percent off…if…if my mistress makes me suck your cock?” A short pause followed. “Okay, Tony. It’s a date. Looking forward to it.” She ended the call, the click final. At that moment Penelope’s phone pinged. She read the message and smiled. “My mom is ready for you. She wants you in her office. Now. She says to bring your phone.” Daphne stood and walked over to get her clothes. Penelope stopped her. “I didn’t say you could get dressed, whore.” The words hit like ice water. Daphne stared at her. Penelope checked her watch. “It’s four o’clock on a Friday. I’m sure the hallways won’t be too crowded.” The casual tone made the humiliation sting sharper. “Please,” Daphne croaked. Her voice was small, barely audible. “You keep saying that. It’s getting annoying. Off you go.” Penelope waved her hand dismissively. Daphne cracked the door and looked out. The hallway looked empty. She glanced back at her mistress, pleading, but Penelope had already gone back to her phone. “Don’t keep my mother waiting, whore,” the young mistress said with a wave of her hand. Daphne stuck her head out and scanned the hallway again. It was still empty. She took a deep breath, then bolted. She ran down the hall toward Professor Reynolds’s office, clutching her phone, her heels loud on the marble, her breasts swaying and ass jiggling with every step, the heavy steel plug shifting inside her. The plug rubbed with each stride, sending unwanted sparks through her body. She reached the door and turned the knob. Locked. Daphne heard students coming from down the hall, laughing as they approached. They would round the corner any second. She pounded on the door. “Please Kathleen! Let me in. Please!” Panic edged her voice higher. She looked down the hall. The students would be on her any moment. She looked the other way toward her own office. Too far. She would never make it. Her pulse roared in her ears. Suddenly the knob turned in her hand. It had only been stuck. Daphne threw the door open and darted inside. She slumped back against it with relief, then looked up and took in the room. Three women waited. Professor Reynolds sat at her desk. Two young women stood on either side of her. Daphne recognized them as students from last year but couldn’t recall their names right away. All three faces turned toward her. The blond professor suddenly remembered she was naked and tried to cover herself with one hand and one arm. Kathleen’s voice cut across the room. “Don’t you dare cover yourself in my presence! Get over here.” The command snapped like a whip. Daphne dropped her arms and stepped slowly up to the desk. Her skin flushed under their combined stares, the plug a constant presence inside her. “Put your phone on the desk,” Reynolds ordered. Daphne inched forward and set the phone down, then stepped back quickly. The wood felt cool against her palm. “Inspection position!” Reynolds snapped. Daphne knew the pose. She stood straight, feet wide, hands laced behind her head, chest out. Professor Reynolds let the silence stretch while she finished some paperwork. Finally she set her pen down and stood. The pose left every inch of Megan on display, nipples hard and pussy lips glistening faintly. “Jennifer and Kendra, you know Professor Swanson, don’t you?” “Oh yes, we both took her crit lit class last year,” Jennifer said. “She flirted shamelessly with Kendra as I recall.” Daphne felt her face heat. She had tried to pull Kendra into her circle the year before and had been turned down. “Well, I’m afraid Daphne’s been misbehaving for quite some time,” Kathleen said. “So, I’ve heard,” Kendra replied. “Quite repulsive behavior, actually,” Jennifer added. “For a person in such a position of authority to take advantage of vulnerable students like that. Shameful.” Kathleen nodded. “Penelope and I have decided to take her in hand, to show her the error of her ways. I want to thank you both for agreeing to help.” “No trouble at all, Kathleen,” Jennifer said, locking eyes with the blond professor. “It will be our pleasure,” she added, winking at Daphne. Professor Reynolds smiled and nodded. She turned to Daphne. “Jennifer and Kendra have offered to help with your training. You will obey them as if they were myself or my daughter. Understood?” “Yes, mistress,” Daphne said softly, eyes on the floor. Her voice came out hoarse from the earlier strain. Professor Reynolds stepped out from behind the desk. “On your knees, slut,” she ordered. Daphne knelt. Reynolds settled on the edge of the desk and looked down at her. “Your days of exploiting and manipulating young women are over,” she said evenly. Daphne kept her eyes down, the carpet rough against her knees. “From now on, you exist only to serve. Understood?” “Yes, mistress,” Daphne replied. The words tasted like ash. “You will be trained to please a woman and then spend the entire term of your servitude trying to make up for all the damage you’ve caused, one pussy at a time.” Daphne swallowed but stayed quiet. Her mind raced with images of endless service ahead. “Your education begins tonight.” Reynolds reached down and tipped Daphne’s chin up until their eyes met. “The Lambda Epsilon Sigma sorority is having their Spring gala tonight.” Daphne’s eyes widened. Everyone knew the Lambda house was the biggest lesbian sorority on campus and threw lavish BDSM parties. “You will be attending with Miss Jennifer and Miss Kendra,” Reynolds said, releasing her chin. “It’s a big night,” Jennifer said. “All the mistresses bring their slaves to show off and mingle.” Kendra leaned down. “At each party, one slave is picked to serve as the house slave for the night. She has to serve everyone in attendance, mistresses, slaves, and guests.” Professor Reynolds smiled. “You’re going to be the house slave tonight.” Daphne’s shoulders sagged. The plug inside her seemed to grow heavier with the news. “Miss Jennifer and Miss Kendra will act as your minders and report back to me.” Daphne nodded slowly, her face empty. Professor Reynolds continued. “If you show any disobedience whatsoever, you will be punished. Understood?” “Yes, mistress.” “And I’ll expect you to show absolute enthusiasm as you serve. If you show even a hint of reluctance or disdain, you will be punished.” “Yes, mistress.” Professor Reynolds picked up the phone and handed it to her kneeling colleague. “Call Richard and tell him I’ve invited you on a girls’ weekend trip with me. Tell him I want to try to mend fences between us.” Daphne unlocked her phone in a daze. Her life was spinning away from her. Later she would not remember the conversation, but she must have sounded convincing, because her husband bought every word. The lie rolled off her tongue while the plug reminded her of the truth. Professor Reynolds took the phone back. “Are you ready to begin your training?” “Yes, mistress,” Daphne said softly. Professor Reynolds stood in front of her pet. “Penelope and I have decided that the first woman you serve should be one of your victims.” Daphne stayed silent. “A while back, when you had me at a disadvantage in this very office, you bragged that you had already enslaved a woman in our own department.” Daphne froze. She did not like where this was headed. “Who is it?” Professor Reynolds asked, eyes fixed on her pet. Daphne tried to steady herself. “Oh, that was all bluster, mistress,” she said quickly. “I was just trying to make myself look more powerful than I actually am, ma’am,” she added with an obsequious smile. Reynolds nodded as if she had expected that answer. She held the phone out to unlock it, then started scrolling through the photos. “So, if I browse through your dirty pictures, I will not recognize any familiar faces from the department?” Daphne watched in horror as Reynolds moved through the camera roll. She knew it was only seconds before her lie would be exposed. “Wait!” Daphne shouted, louder than she meant to. Professor Reynolds looked down at her.