Madame Atlas used to sit in the third row of his lecture hall. Then her professor decided she owed him something and tried to use her for s*x. He didn’t know she was recording. Now she has every second of it on video, and the man who used to grade her papers belongs to her.

He kneels on her living room carpet in a bl*ck hood with nothing but a mouth h*le. Fat puppy mittens cover his useless hands. A collar is buckled tight around his neck, and his leash is wrapped around her fist. She stands over him in a tight red crop top and white booty shorts, her teal hair spiked up, grinning at what’s left of him.

“Look at you. Doctor. Professor. Mister tenure. And now you’re a dog on my floor. You’re gonna be my puppy, since you’re not much smarter than a dog. All you want to do is sn*ff my crotch and hump my leg anyway. You’re not allowed to speak until I tell you. One bark for yes, two for no... and I never want to hear you say no, b*tch. Understand?”

One bark.

“Good boy. See how easy that was? Your whole vocabulary just got cut down to one word, and it’s still more than you deserve.”

She starts training him like the mangy mutt he is. “Sit.” He sits. “Sit up and beg. Paws up. Higher. Tongue out. Pant for me.” He kneels there with his mittened paws dangling and his tongue hanging out of the mouth h*le, panting like an idiot. She laughs in his face. “Oh my g*d. If your faculty could see you now. If your wife could see you now. Maybe I should send it to her.”

“Roll over.” He flops onto his back. “Again. Again. Now stay there. Show me your belly like a good l*ttle b*tch.” She plants a bare foot on his stomach and rubs it with her toes like she’s scratching a dog. “Speak!” Bark. “Louder!” BARK. “Good puppy. That’s the most useful thing that’s ever come out of your mouth.”

She tugs the leash and walks him in circles on all fours. “Heel. Heel! Stay at my side, I didn’t say you could sn*ff around.” When he drifts toward her crotch, she yanks his collar hard. “There it is. The only instinct you have. Nose straight to a girl’s crotch. That’s how you got here, isn’t it, Professor? You couldn’t keep your nose out of where it didn’t belong. Well now you’re gonna learn exactly where it belongs.”

Then she gets bored with him being a dog. “You know what? You’re not just my dog. You’re whatever I want you to be. Dog. Horse. Footrest. Toilet paper. Whatever I need, that’s what you are. Right now I need a horse.”

She swings her thick thigh over his back and drops her full weight down on him. His arms shake. “Don’t you DARE collapse. You were happy enough to put your weight on me. Now you carry mine.” She wraps the leash around her hand like reins, pulls his head back, and cr*cks the riding crop across his *ss. “Hurry up! Yah, mule, yah! Giddyup!”

She rides him back and forth across the room, bouncing her weight down on his spine with every step. Each time he slows, the crop comes down across his *ss and thighs. “Faster! You’re the slowest, laziest pack mule I’ve ever owned. Yah! Yah! Turn, mule! Other way!” She yanks the reins and steers him by his collar. “Move it! You smell like a barn already, you might as well work like a horse.”

She makes him do lap after lap, panting and sweating under her, until his knees are raw and his arms are trembling. She doesn’t let him stop. “Did I say whoa? I didn’t hear myself say whoa. Keep going.” Cr*ck. “Thank me for the ride.” Bark. “That’s right. Every lap is a gift.”

By the time she finally climbs off him, they’re both slick with sweat. She reaches back and peels her shorts away from her skin where they’re stuck to her. “Ugh. My *ss is allll sweaty from riding you around. It’s gross. It’s all your fault. You need to clean it up.”

She bends over the arm of the couch, yanks the leash until his hooded face is jammed right up against her, and slowly pulls her damp white booty shorts down and off. She drops them right on his head. “Smell that? That’s what you did. That’s a whole afternoon of riding a fat old mule, all sweated into my shorts.” She reaches back with both hands and spreads her big round *ss wide, right in his face, warm and sticky with sweat. “L*ck it, b*tch! Clean my sweaty *ss. Every drop.”

He doesn’t have a choice. She pulls the leash and drags his face in deeper. “Get your f*cking tongue in there! Deeper! Don’t you dare make that face under your hood, I know you’re making it. You wanted a taste of your student so bad, Professor. Here it is. All of it. Sweaty and gross and all yours.”

She looks back over her shoulder at him, grinning. “Is it salty? Tell me it’s salty. Bark once.” Bark. “Of course it is. I rode you for twenty minutes. That’s your sweat and mine, mixed together, and you’re l*cking it all up like the filthy dog you are.”

It’s not good enough for her. She shoves him flat on his back on the carpet, stands over him, and squats down over his face. “Tongue out! All the way out!” She sits right down on him and rides his face like she rode his back, grinding herself up and down over his mouth. “How does it taste, b*tch? Don’t you DARE stop. You keep that tongue moving. Faster. FASTER.” She bounces on his face and grinds her sweaty *ss into him. “This is the only kind of teaching you’re good for now. I’m the professor, and you’re the lesson.”

When she wants a break, she doesn’t get up. She sits all the way down, her whole weight on his face, sm*thering him under her *ss while he squirms and kicks. She checks her nails while he struggles for air. “Mmm, that’s better. You make such a good chair. Such a good bidet, puppy. Don’t you just love the taste of my dirty *ss?”

She lifts up just enough for him to gasp. “Bark once for yes.”

Bark.

“That’s what I thought.” She sits right back down. “And if you ever forget your place, if you ever think about saying no, I’ve still got that video. One click and everyone knows what you are. Now get back to work. I’m still sweaty.”

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