My name is Natasha, I'm 21 and I've been stuck in this hell hole for three years. My brother is Nathan Morlatt and he's a Dom... he's pretty much the best person you'll ever meet. Um... about me... since I guess that's what this is supposed to be. I'm a Submissive, and I hate it. The only thing I like about being a Submissive is serving my brother, and he doesn't even want that anymore... wow that was a lot of personal information. Anyways... I'm a dancer, but I just started dancing again, because I wasn't allowed to work out for a while, due to some personal issues that I was having. I haven't been claimed yet, and I hope not to be anytime soon... though I suppose that having someone claim me would involve me wanting to be claimed by them so I guess that would be good. Though, like I said, there's really only one person I could see myself serving unquestioningly. So.. that's it I think...it's pretty shitty to meet you and I probably already hate you, even if we haven't met yet... if you have any other questions, please feel free not to ask me.
Once the Morlatt girl was pressed up against the desk, face against its top, Siobahn smiled slightly. Although the smile did not reach her eyes. Seeing Natasha bound, bent and following what Leordes ordered so willingly… The professor went around to the back of her student and gripped her sides, feeling the girls bare skin in her hands, herself brushing up against Natasha’s backside only barely. “Hmm.” Siobahn said in thought, squeezing the student’s sides and then releasing them, to trail her long fingers, her nails, lower towards the girl’s backside. The professor leaned back to get a better look, her expression as though she were studying something rather than a someone. She grazed her palms up the Morlatt girls buttocks, closing her fingers about her cheeks - as much as she could fit into her hands - to spread them apart, revealing more. Siobahn used two fingers to give the girls dripping sex a few teasing strokes, her brows raising slightly at the feel of it.
Natasha listened at the professor walked around behind her. She was getting the impression that the professor was a bit of a sadist, and that frightened her slightly, but it didn't bother her in the slightest. She shuddered when she felt the older woman's hands gripped her sides, her pussy growing even wetter as she felt Leordes brush up against her. She pushed back involuntarily, but immediately forced herself to sit still. She needed to be touched. Natasha winced, biting down on the gag as she felt nails dig into her skin and drag down her body. She felt helpless, she couldn't do anything but sit there, pressing her face harder against the wood as her ass was grabbed and then spread. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, so she couldn't do much, but she clenched her fists, attempting to choke back a whimper as she felt fingers slide along her opening. Please. She didn't dare attempt to speak. But her mind was screaming.
Well you keep pissing me off. And you just got mad at me because I /mentioned/ having sex with a man and then acted like I was an idiot for asking if that was allowed…
Well you keep pissing me off. And you just got mad at me because I /mentioned/ having sex with a man and then acted like I was an idiot for asking if that was allowed...