This is Part Two of my series, "The Professor's Submission".

You come into your office and find me there scrolling aimlessly on my phone. I ignore you as you begin questioning what I'm doing here. I eventually put my phone down, look up at you, and smile. You've been caged since our last encounter, just the sight of me sends shivers down your spine and a pulse through your body. You're so sore from the cage, you haven't c*m for weeks and weeks. And it even ruined your relationship. Your girlfriend found the cage and was heartbroken when you couldn't explain how you got into this situation. She left you. You feel the anger rushing over you. But as I begin talking to you, you can't help but want to please me. I tease you about how nice it's been for me to have you under my control, to have you at my beckoned c*ll. Authority really suits me! I tell you that I need something else from you. The grades in class are still part of the deal, but now I need you to write me letters of recommendation. You personally know some members of the admissions committee, so you need to make sure this letter is the best one you've ever written. You refuse at first, and I remind you of that fact that I am in complete control of your c*ck, and therefore your s*x life, and therefore... you. Your determination dissolves. Seeing how weak you are just makes me giggle! I love this. I tell you to wait right there, I'll be right back. I return to the office with a small set of keys in my hand, I dangle them infront of your face. I unzip your pants and unlock your cage. The release of the cold metal from your skin sends a wave of energy through you, I spit on my palm and wrap my hand around your c*ck. I look deep into your eyes as I stroke you. I speak directly to you, locking eyes the whole time, and make you forget about ever being caged. You even start to forget about your girlfriend leaving you. Nothing matters except the way it feels when my hand glides up and down you, squeezing your sore and desperate c*ck. I coax you to an *rgasm, bringing you the relief you've been craving so badly. You're lost in bliss as you start to realize that I'm taking pictures of you. You came all over your pants and your shirt, and now I have pictures of you in your office on campus, with your pants down, covered in your own c*m. You start to protest and I retake control, I tell you that I will send these photos to everybody on the staff directory if you don't comply. I grab your cage and put you back in your rightful state -Chaste. You don't want to get locked back up, it's the last thing you want. But you can't bring yourself to fight back. You know I'm fully in control now. You have a class to teach in ten minutes and you don't have a spare change of clothes. I leave you caged and c*m covered, smiling gleefully as I walk out of your office. Bye Professor!

Blackmailing The Professor