"Sir, I..." you started, but you didn't even know where to begin. Everything felt so overwhelming! Here was your psych professor, someone who led a BDSM lifestyle, wanting to make you his sub! You had so many questions but they all seemed to be lost in your mind. Most of them, anyways. "How many subs do you have?"

"Currently? None. I have been without one for... quite some time," he replied vaguely. At least you now knew that you would be the only one.

You felt only a small dose of confusion. A lot of the things he had listed in the contract weren't possible in his office. "I don't understand how some of these things can be done in here," you mumbled, still gazing at the paper in your hand.

"They won't be. Once you've proven yourself to be trustworthy enough, I will be taking you home for further... sessions." That made your stomach twist in a sort of pleasant way. Taking you home?

"What if I refuse?"

"Then the discussion stops here, and I will not mention it again. But understand that I take this very seriously. Should you sign the contract, you will be expected to uphold it. Am I clear?"

He seemed so fond of making sure he was clear enough. So that nothing could be misconstrued. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. You nodded in response before looking down at the contract again.

"Take all the time you need, but know this: the safeword means everything. If something is too painful or too overwhelming for you, just say the word and I shall stop whatever it is I'm doing." Seán spoke softly, watching you looking over his contract.

You were curious, that was for certain. "If I sign this..." you began slowly, "what will happen after?"

"After you sign the contract, I will test you. If you pass the test, I will claim you." Claim you? You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he meant. "Just understand that everything I do is for us to enjoy. Hence the need for a safeword. If you are not enjoying what I put you through, you say it to me and we stop."

What could go wrong? You sighed through your nose as you tried to look for any other questions you might have had concerning his contract. But you had none for the moment; all that was left was for you to decide.

If I sign this, everything changes from here on out. Do I want that?

One glance up at Seán was enough of an answer for you. You pulled a pen from your purse and signed the contract at the bottom, in the space he had designated for your signature.

He smirked behind his laced hands, watching you signing your life to him. Your body, your very core now belonged to Seán McLoughlin.

~☆~

You left his office after he had taken the contract from you and kissed you deeply. All of his kisses so far had been wonderful, and this was no exception. He was quite obviously pleased with the way things had turned out.

But now he was going to test you. You could only imagine what that would be like. Painful? Perhaps. Humiliating? Another possibility. But he had assured you that he would be giving you instructions, and soon.

You waited around at your car for a couple of minutes before remembering that Stephanie hadn't shown up that day. At least not to your psych class. So you got into the car and went home, debating on stopping by her house.

Something feels off. I can't figure out what it is, though...

Well, I did just sign a contract stating that my psych professor was now my dom...

A chill ran up your spine. It was really happening. Seán had really gotten what he wanted in the end.

And I feel so... apprehensive. Excited, at least a little bit. What kind of training would he put me through?

Your answer came that night, as you laid in bed awake, wishing for sleep but unable to. Your phone buzzed with an oncoming text message, which ended up being from your professor.

[You will wear a skirt tomorrow. The shorter the better. No panties.]

What kind of fucking instructions were those?! You sat up, rereading the text to make sure you had gotten it correctly. Wear a skirt tomorrow, and go commando? What was he planning?

~☆~

You had to struggle to keep the skirt down as you walked. It was a loose one, not tight, like you would have probably preferred. And, to top things off, there was a bit of a breeze going on outside.

Sighing heavily as you walked to your first class, you realized that Stephanie had beaten you there. Her eyebrows went up at the sight of you in something other than regular jeans, but she said nothing about it and went back to her drawing. "Morning," you murmured quietly, not wanting to break her concentration.

"Mmn," she replied, noncommitally. She didn't even look up, that was how focused she was in her task. It was an admirable thing, to be certain.

"If you want the notes from yesterday, I can let you borrow mine," you said kindly, trying to smile at her. "Were you sick yesterday?"

"Something like that." She still did not bother looking up at you, and your stomach sank a little. You had a bad feeling, for reasons you couldn't place.

Soon enough the rest of the class filed in, along with the teacher. Seán glanced down at you and nodded once, you hoped in approval. Your legs were crossed tightly, so that no one could see anything. "Top of the morning," he said out loud cheerfully in his accent, making a few of the students grin, you and Steph included. "I hate to say it, but today I'll be giving you all another quiz." There was a collective groan, and he held up a hand to quiet the class down. "This one is considerably easier to pass, I can promise you that." He began passing out the quiz papers, leaving yours for last. "Make sure you fill out both sides, there are questions on either one. Good luck." He sat back down at his desk and pulled out some more papers, squirming to get comfortable in his seat a little. But he caught your eye and smiled as he glanced down at your lap, to make sure you had followed his orders.

The front of the quiz was standard fare, going over everything that he had been teaching so far. But it was the back of the paper that really caught your attention.

Cough twice when you get to this section. Read everything thoroughly, and do the task you are given to the best of your ability.

Remember the contract.

Your poor heart picked up speed. Cough twice? What kind of quiz was this? But you followed the instructions, coughing twice in succession as he requested. You saw him pick up a book and begin to read, but not before adjusting himself a little bit. He was watching you closely.

Just below the contract bit, there were further instructions:

Touch yourself. Be discreet.

Now your face had exploded into redness. You glanced around hurriedly, making sure that no one else was watching, save for the professor.

You had to follow his instructions, so you allowed your non-writing hand to fall into your lap, slowly inching it's way up your thigh. The fact that you had to be cautious made things all the harder for you, giving you a surge of adrenaline and sending a shockwave of pleasure to your core.

You couldn't believe this was happening, and during class, no less! Gingerly you began to stroke your clit in soft circles, trying to move your hand as little as possible. It was tough to do so without hiking up your skirt, but you thought you were managing well.

Glancing up from your so-called quiz, you saw Seán lick his upper lip. Your stomach twisted in a pleasant sort of way, and your hand moved a little faster. From his desk he had a clear view of everything.

He wants a show. I know he does. So I'm gonna give him one. I want to prove myself.

You glanced down at the next "question" on your quiz, and picked up the pen.

Tell me what you're thinking about while you touch yourself. Know that I am watching your every motion. Does that excite you?

You began to realize that it did. He was your dom, and he was giving you a real test of loyalty. The idea that he was watching your every movement made you bite at your lower lip, rubbing a little harder. You had to stifle your outcries, coughing once to mask them.

You heard him shifting in his seat, his eyes glancing up at you every so often from his book. But once you had caught his eye he pointed his gaze downwards in an obvious manner. What did that mean?

The adrenaline and forbidden nature of your act was sending you to the brink of orgasm. You were soaking wet in your chair, and while it was difficult to try and write and rub yourself at the same time, you thought you were doing an acceptable job.

You blinked hard, swallowing even harder, and just so happened to glance over to your side.

Stephanie's eyebrows were raised high, staring at you.