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Fine Art Pt. 01: Meeting Cathy

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For Anne.

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Fine art - Part one - Meeting Cathy.


The first week at university is stressful for anyone. Not having a clue where you are, or where you're going. Not knowing anyone in your class. Traipsing through a thousand hallways and passing a million different faces before you realise that you've turned up on the wrong day. Getting lost about thirty-two times on your first actual day and then showing up over an hour late to the introductory lecture, making a tit out of yourself as you first meet your classmates. Taking a big leap from College, you think it's going to be a walk in the park. After all, if you can survive high school AND three years of college studying art, then university is going to be a breeze, right?

It's especially stressful on your first week when you're moving out of the family home and moving into university halls in a strange place, by yourself. You could be sharing a flat with anyone. You could be moving into the room next to Jack the ripper and you wouldn't even know about it. It's equally as stressful when you're in your dad's car, listening to your brother complaining about the long ass car journey to Trowen, a lovely green village not far from the city, nestled in one of the smaller corners of Wales; while the worn out radio plays 80's rock tunes at a deafening volume, while you find yourself being squashed against the windows by boxes full of absolute crap that you just couldn't bear to leave behind.

"For fuck's sake, Dad" Jack whined. "Aren't we there yet?"

Six long, hard hours I've had to put up with that. It doesn't take six hours to get here. Well, it doesn't take normal people six hours to get here from our house, but for some bizarre reason, my father insists on driving like a snail on Vallium whenever I am in the car. That doubled with Jack having to make my father stop the car every ten minutes due to motion sickness is enough to drive anyone to the brink of insanity. My big brother; 24 years old and he still gets car sick, bless him. The relief is unreal when we finally pull up into the accommodation blocks, I cannot wait to finally get some air! Yet at the same time, I don't want to get out of the car, because that's one step closer to leaving home. It's one step away from my father, and I'm still not entirely sure if that's a step that I'm ready to take.

Jack and I wait outside the car while dad signs some forms and picks up my keys. While we're waiting, Jack offers me a cigarette, which I happily take.

"They call those things fags down here you know." Jack says.

"Why, thank you, Jack!" I say sarcastically. "I mean, can you imagine how awkward that would have been if I didn't know?"

"Fuck off, Jade!" He snaps. "I'm only trying to fucking help you."

"You're a fucking cunt Jack, fair play." I snap back.

"Oh yeah?" he says as he turns to face me. "I may be a cunt, but at least I'm not adopted." He smirks as he wraps his arms around me.

Dad just rolls his eyes as he walks back towards us, shakes his head with a smile and carries on lifting my stuff out of the car.

"Come on, you pair!" Dad shouts. "This load of crap isn't going to move itself!"

A few hours later, and everything is in its place, just where I want it. My room isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It's a decent size; it has a bed, a sink, a wardrobe, chest of drawers and a desk. What more could you want?

After a very emotional goodbye, I brace myself to be alone for the very first time. I've been on my own before, but not actually alone. I've never been nearly 200 miles away from home, alone. I sit on my new bed and stare at my phone, feeling rather sorry for myself when someone knocks my door.

"Are you decent?" I hear a woman say in a very strong, very thick Welsh accent.

"I think so." I reply.

I don't really know what she's saying to answer appropriately. I don't hear another reply, but instead I see my door swinging open, to which a rather strange looking girl just wanders into my room, uninvited. How rude!

"Alright love, how's it going, alright?" she murmurs in what appears to be some form of the English language.

"What?" I reply in a confused tone.

"What's occurring like?" she answers again. "You far away from home then, or what?" she blurts out rather quickly.

"What course are you on?" she asks before taking another breath. "What's your name then?" she says in a very loud, very Welsh, very musical-sounding voice.

"I'm sorry," I reply slowly. "I didn't understand a word that you've just said."

She rolls her eyes and laughs rather loudly. I'm not entirely sure what to make of this one. She stands at around 5'4, short dark hair, wearing a pair of bright red skinny jeans, an AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of black Converse hi-tops. Along with face full of piercings accompanied by a tattoo of the Titanic on her right forearm and by far, the strongest Welsh accent that I have ever had the misfortune to come across. She's rather loud and seems as though she could break your nose if you looked at her the wrong way. And then there's me, 5'6, long bleached blonde hair, a hidden tattoo of a small anchor on my right hip, royal blue skinny jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt and an Ox blood pair of over-ankle Dr Martens. I suppose she seems the type of girl I could get along with. I don't know how well I'll be able to communicate with her though, she sounds as though she's speaking in fluent Welsh and sounds as though she's never heard an English word before in her life!

"I'm Jade, I was born in Wales, my family moved to Birmingham when I was 14; I'm studying the first year in a fine art degree and I'm here on my own." I tell her in one breath. I have a feeling that's the only breath I'll ever be able to get in edgeways with her around.

"Tidy!" she shouts back. "I'm Rhiannon, I live next door, I've never been to burgerland and I'm on the same course as you, how mega is that?" She screams enthusiastically towards me.

"I'm sorry, Burgerland?" I ask. "Do you mean Birmingham?"

"OH right, sorry love." She replies quickly. "I can't really understand your accent to be honest like."

I can't believe she's on my course. I honestly don't know if I'll be able to put up with that much Welsh in one person! How can she not understand my accent? I'm Welsh! Not being funny, but at least I actually sound as though I'm speaking English! But then again, what else can I expect? If you go to Wales, you're going to hear a few Welsh accents from time to time. If she's on my course, I'd better stick to her, it's better to know at least one person on your first day!

Over the next week, Rhiannon and I became friends, even though I still can't understand half of what she says to me, but nevertheless, I've really enjoyed her company. I don't think I've ever met anyone as hilariously sarcastic as her! I don't know what it is, but it seems that anything that's said in a Welsh accent automatically becomes hysterically entertaining!

We decide that we would walk to our first lecture together; we both agree that it's best to stick close to each other on the first day. After getting lost twice, asking for directions and witnessing Rhiannon getting into a heated debate with the university's head-security guard, we manage to arrive at our classroom only ten minutes late. We walk in and the room is full of girls. Not just girls, but girly-girls. The worst kind of girl there is. They all sit in their seats in absolute silence; and I'm assuming that the lecturer hasn't arrived yet. We walk in and take the only seats that are free, which are at the front and luckily, right next to each other. We sit down in silence for around five minutes.

"Jesus Christ, you lot!" Rhiannon shouts out, making everyone jump. "Shut up mun, I can't hear myself think down here!"

Oh my dear god, I'm going to die.

Everyone bursts out laughing and it's not long before a few people start chatting to each other. It may have embarrassed the hell out of me, but at least it's broken the ice in the class. A few names are thrown around the classroom and people start exchanging stories about where they come from and why they are here.

The door flies open and everyone's head spins to face it. A rather odd-looking woman walks in. She's around 5'8, quite a large woman in her late twenties, short red hair, a pair of thick, black glasses, a blue floral dress with black leggings, a pair of ankle high purple Dr Martens and a yellow cardigan.

Rhiannon turns to face me and a large, cunning grin spreads across her face as she gives me the look. The look of - This is our tutor and we're going to make her life hell.

The strange woman breezes in and lets the door shut itself behind her. She makes her way towards the computer, which is on a table in front of me and Rhiannon. She throws her bag on my table and turns the computer on whilst talking on her phone. I start to listen in on the conversation before realising that she's not speaking English. I look to Rhiannon, confused.

"She's talking in Welsh." Rhiannon quietly informs me. "She's arguing with someone too, by the sounds of it!" She says as she raises her eyebrows in suspicion.

"How can you tell?" I ask naively.

"I'm fluent in Welsh, chick." She answers as she looks towards our new tutor.

The tutor drops her phone into her pocket and throws her coat over her bag. She stands at the front of the class whilst waiting for the computer to turn itself on. Looking at everyone individually, sussing them out. She silently shifts her eyes from one person to the next in a way that reminds me of watching a snake hunt its prey.

She looks at Rhiannon and they seem to hate each other already, even though no words have been exchanged between them. She adjusts herself to stand in a way that overpowers Rhiannon. Rhiannon leans back into her chair, folding her arms as they both refuse to break eye contact with each other. The tension builds suspense in the room and the strange woman pulls a grin along one side of her face and laughs to herself silently before looking to me Next.

As her eyes meet mine for the first time, I feel my heart drop to my stomach and adrenaline rush through my veins. I slouch back into my chair behind her bag and coat as I feel the air being sucked from my lungs when she moves them away from me to get a better look. She doesn't blink as she stares at me, her pupils dilate as she pulls the same intimidating grin along on one side of her face. I feel a tingle in my panties and my legs go numb. She breaks eye contact with me and looks toward the back of the class.

"Hello year one, my name is Cathy." She starts to say. "I am your course leader, if you haven't enrolled onto fine art, then you shouldn't be here.

"Also, I feel as though I should warn you that this course is not easy," she warns. "You cannot breeze through it and low marks will not be acceptable to progress onto year two.

"I run a very tight ship here on this course." She states proudly. "It is my duty to make sure that you are more than up to standard in each and every single way."

She continues, "I am not your friend. I am your course leader, your tutor and your mentor.

"I will not accept any rebellious behaviour and I expect you all to act in a professional manner as you are not just representing this course, you are representing me, and the university.

"Every piece of work that you are given will be handed in on time." She recites as she looks back towards Rhiannon, who still hasn't moved or changed her expression. "I will not tolerate the usage of drugs and other illegal substances."

"If you have any problems with anything that I have just said" She continues in a lower tone of voice, whilst continuing her staring contest with Rhiannon, "Then you are more than welcome to leave here and now.

"I do not care what you do in your spare time, as long as it does not interfere with this course, or your work. Is that clear to you all?"

Cathy continues on without waiting for an answer from anyone. The introductory lecture doesn't last more than half an hour in total. We exit the lecture and Rhiannon almost instantaneously sparks up a fag.

"Me and her are going to have problems," She says as she inhales the smoke and points towards Cathy's classroom. "She was glaring at you like a dog on heat." She says with a wink.

"I didn't notice." I reply, trying to laugh off my blush. "I was too busy watching you two plot each other's murder!"

As the weeks go by, I start to notice that Cathy seems to be a lot more lenient with me compared to other girls in the class, I mean, I don't mind as such, but it does make me question her motives after what Rhiannon said about her being like a dog on heat. I check my university inbox to find yet another e-mail from her.

"Hi Jade, Cathy here, I need you to meet me at 6:30 in the studio today, I've marked your essay and there are a few things that have been raised to my attention that I need to discuss with you on a one to one basis. See you soon. Many thanks, Cathy."

This doesn't sound good. It especially worries me at the fact that the part of the building in which the studio is remains dead after 4.00PM. Why does she want to see me at that time? My heart starts racing and I feel tempted to reply with a lie of some sort, tell her I'm not feeling the best and need to lie down for a few hours. Why the hell am I freaking out? It's only a tutorial with Cathy. I glance at my watch to realise the time is 6.25pm. I'd better get a move on.

I arrived at the studio and take up residency in my usual seat as I wait for Cathy to arrive. I think back to the first time we met and how her dominating personality feels like a security blanket, wrapping itself around my naked body, softly caressing my porcelain skin and gently brushing over my erect nipples. I shake it off and take a breath, I have to stop doing this, I tell myself.

I wait for what seems like a lifetime and just when I'm about to leave, she forced the door open and begins to walk in, putting one heavy foot in front of the other as all of he air in the room seems to vanish.

About time; that woman loves to keep everyone waiting. I wonder if to an extent, it makes her feel special, knowing that everyone is waiting for her, and that nothing can possibly be done until she arrives. I wonder about her home life. I bet she lives on her own and has a cat. No, she's not normal enough to be a weird cat lady; I bet she has some obscure creature like a ferret or some kind of lizard.

I hate ferrets. My uncle used to keep quite a few ferrets, around fourteen or fifteen of the little bastards. He'd made his garden shed into a giant ferret habitat, and they all lined up by the fence when he whistled to them. It was hilarious, until Jack threw one at me and the little shit bit my hand as I caught it. I had to have a tetanus jab and everything. I haven't been near one since, and that's the way I like it.

She strolls in, like she's just stepping out of a magazine and walks directly past me and starts fiddling around in a filing cabinet. I glance at my watch. It's 8:30. Two fucking hours I've been sat here waiting for a meeting that she insisted on having! What the hell is she doing? Some of us have places to be, you know. I have to meet Rhiannon at 9:00 to go out for a meal. There's no way I'll get back in time now, we'll have to cancel and have a pyjama and takeaway night instead. I take my phone out of my pocket and start to text Rhiannon to let her know that there's going to be a change of plan. Cathy sits down next to me holding a thick grey paper file with my name on it. I finish texting and put my phone back in my pocket and turn to Cathy, who has her arm on the desk, leaning her head on it whilst looking at her watch and sighing. I frown as she looks up at me.

"I'm sorry, Jade," She says in a sarcastic manner. "Am I boring you?"

Cheeky bitch! The nerve on that woman astounds me! I've been sat here for two hours without a cigarette, waiting for her fat ass to walk in, and finally she shows up and has the audacity to make a comment about her waiting for me!

"I've been sat here for two hours, waiting for you." I say bluntly.

"Oh well; never mind, Jade, You're here now." She replies with a sarcastic grin on her face.

I look at her with a completely blank expression, screaming on the inside.

"Okie Cokie then!" She says with an overly-enthusiastic tone in her voice. "Let's get started, shall we?"

"What do you want to see me about?" I sigh, trying to mask my lust with annoyance. I don't have the energy to argue with her.

I sit there for almost half an hour, listening to her talking shit about my work. I've worked harder than anyone in this fucking class. Countless times I've stayed awake all night, just so that I don't miss a lecture. I spend most of my time doing research, and I don't even want to think about the amount of coffee, caffeine tablets and energy drink that I've consumed this year. I've handed all of my work in on time and my grades haven't been that bad. Okay, I admit that they could be better but nevertheless, I've worked damn hard this year.

"I'm sorry Jade," She says with a slight despair her voice. "But I'm afraid there's nothing else that I can do."

"I've tried my best and there's just no way around it, I'm afraid that you going to have to leave the course." She says as she looks up from the floor.

"I won't lie to you, Jade, I'm very disappointed to see that you haven't even tried to do well on the course; you were so enthusiastic at the start of the year, where has it all gone?" She says with pity as her eyes burn into my soul.

I can feel the blood boiling inside me. That bitch has had it in for me from the minute I walked in. She's always trying to find new ways to make me feel like shit and I've had enough of it. The second I can get out of here I'll be calling dad. We'll see what he's got to say about this!

But what if she phones him as soon as I leave? If she sticks her poison in him first them I'm fucked! What if she's already sent a letter about it? There could be a million and one lies winging its way up to my house right now. I'd better play it cool, because if she hasn't sent a letter yet, she fucking will if I kick off...

"I don't understand. I've done everything that you've asked me to do; I've given you nothing but my best, why are you throwing me off the course?" I ask, trying to keep it cool.

I know she can see that I'm getting annoyed.

"Jade," she sighs. "What can I say? You just aren't stepping up to the mark, I've given you plenty of chances to redeem yourself and you just don't seem bothered by it, I let you on the course because I had faith in you, and you have let me down, Jade."

My heart almost stops completely as I take in what she has just said. I cannot get thrown out of university, dad would kill me! He would be so disappointed, and that's worse than being pissed off. I mean, come on, I'm the only chance dad has of having a successful child.

"Isn't there something I can do?" I ask with my best puppy-dog eyes. "Can't I take extra classes?

"I'll re-submit every assignment and I'll make sure they're all up to standard," I continue to beg. "Please don't throw me off the course"

I bite my tongue as I wait for her to reply. I hate begging, it makes me feel like such a twat! I subtly push my breasts together and bite my bottom lip as she stares into my eyes. She starts to pull a grin across her face.

"I'm sorry, Jade," she says as she snaps the smile away from her face. "It's completely out of my hands."
"Please?" I continue to beg. "There must be some way that I can stay?"

A slight grin turns into a large one as she looks down at the table. I love to hate this woman. She totally gets off on making me miserable. I bet she doesn't even have a boyfriend. I can't say that I'd be surprised. She isn't the best looking of the bunch, either, which I suppose wouldn't help her case. I'd love to hit that fucking grin off her face, though.

"Well," she pauses with hesitation as she looks back towards me. "There might be something we can do; an arrangement, shall we say?"

"Anything" I reply. I really cannot get kicked out off of the course; I am willing to do just about anything for that not to happen.

"Anything?" She asks as she raises her eyebrows.

Well, as she raises the skin to where her eyebrows should be, I mean for god's sake, have them tattooed or draw them on at least! I bet she'd look like a completely different person if she had eyebrows. She might even look half decent if she tried. She'd have to sort her hair out too; that mess of a mop makes me giggle every time I look at it. It looks as though she's given a pair of scissors to a five year old child and let them have a good go on her hair.

I say nothing and simply nod as a reply.

She looks at my chest and bites her lip.

"Well," she says in a quiet, soft voice. "I'm sure there's something we can do."

"Like what?" I ask her.

She winds me up so much; I can feel the odd mixture of lust and anger burning its way to the surface. It's almost as if she's deliberately trying to piss me off; if there's a way around it; then just tell me!

The grin returns to her face as she bites her lip. Her hand gently places itself on my knee and slowly starts to make its way up my thigh. I look at her in both shock and confusion.

"I think you know what you can do to stay on the course." She tells me in a seductive manner. "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I scream as I hit her hand away from me. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

I am completely shocked. I can't believe that she'd even think about something like this. She's my university lecturer for fuck sake. There's no wonder why a man wouldn't go near her with a 39 and a half foot pole; she's a lesbian! I'm not going to pretend that I've not fantasised about this, but I'd never actually sleep with her.

She grips her hand around my wrist and squeezes hard as she pulls me toward her and brings her face closer to mine. She smiles at me, showing all of her teeth and giggles a little. She turns my chair to face her directly, and puts a leg each side of my chair. She leans in toward me for a kiss and I panic. I can't do this. I stand up and begin to back away from her in protest, but she isn't giving up that easily. She stands up and grabs my waist to pull me toward her. I try to push her away in a failed attempt to escape before she pulls me closely towards her. Our bodies magnetise and my knees go weak.

"This is going to happen, Jade." She whispers silently. "Do as I say and I promise I won't hurt you, but if you try to run then I'll have you thrown off the course so fast your head will spin."

She pushes me hard down onto the table, face first. She removes the scarf from her neck and ties my hands behind my back with it. I remain silent, contemplating how to react. If I run, she might lie. She could say that I tried to start something with her. I'm not even supposed to be here at this time of night. She'd say that she was working overtime and that I wondered in and tried to force myself on her. I mean, come on, who are they going to believe?

She situates herself behind me and grabs a handful of my hair. She rips me up and reaches around my front with her free hand and starts to feel my breast.

"You're a sick bitch." I throw at her. "You'll never get away with this."

She twists my head towards her face and holds my mouth open with her free hand and spits into my mouth. How vile!

"Say one more word, Jade," she warns. "I dare you."

I give her a filthy look and keep my mouth shut. She lets her hand explore my body, rubbing me all over. She reaches down between my legs and starts rubbing her hand against my crotch. The rough touch of her fingers sends electricity throughout my body and I feel myself instantly get wet. I start to back away but only end up pushing myself into her. She grabs her coat from the back of the chair and crumples it up on the table before pushing my face into it.

"You better keep your pretty little mouth shut, Jade." She warns. "Or your pussy won't be the only thing I'll eat."

I feel a huge lump in my throat and my heart is beating faster than a kick-drum at a metal gig. Not one person in my entire life has spoken to me that way before, ever. I've also never been in contact with a woman this way before and it scares me a little. Well, that's a lie, it scares me a lot. Being dominated is not something that I'd particularly enjoy, I'm more of a romantic; candles and sensual massages kind-of-girl. It scares me so much that I'm petrified that if I make one noise, she'll really hurt me.

She rubs her hands down my back and brings them around to my front and starts to unbutton my jeans. I do nothing and simply sob into her coat. She pushes a hand down into my jeans and slides it into my knickers and starts rubbing against my crotch. She works her hand expertly around and pushes her free hand down onto my back before sliding a finger inside me. I gasp into her coat and try to bring myself up, but her hand pushes me down. She slides her finger in and out of me before a few more times before entering another. She pushes them in slow and deep and then brings them almost all of the way back out, rubbing my juices all over my clit. She adds another finger which feels uncomfortable, but arousing at the same time. I've never been dominated like this before, and I've never even thought about being with a woman before I met her.

This is the type of shit that you see in cheap porno movies, it's not something that actually happens to you. A porno is fantasy, fake. This is very real, and it's happening to me. And there's nothing I can do about it. She pulls her fingers out of me and I can hear her sucking my juices off of them. She then crouches down to pull off my shoes and jeans, before instructing me to turn over so that I'm lying down on my back. She pulls a chair up and sits down quite comfortably in front of me. My hands are still tied up and awkwardly digging into the bottom of my back, so it's rather difficult to move. I try my hardest to keep my legs shut but she opens them effortlessly. She shifts in between my legs and starts to kiss the inside of my thighs. A sharp spark flies through my body and I panic, I start to wiggle away as she peels my underwear off. She gives me a look of overpowering authority, a look that says that she would quite happily hurt me if I didn't stay still, so I remain still and I begin sobbing. She pins my legs open with her hands and moves her head towards my crotch. I can feel her hot breath on me as she gets closer towards my vagina.

"Please don't!" I plea.

"Do you want to stay on the course or not?" She barks.

I remain silent and nod with eyes full of tears.

"Then keep still." She growls.

I lie motionless on the table as her head places itself between my legs again.

She kisses my lips and spreads them with her moist tongue, sending a static shock throughout my body. She brings a hand towards her mouth and licks her fingers before sliding them back inside me. She works her fingers in and out of me and starts to do something amazing with her fingers that I can't help but enjoy. I don't know what she's doing down there, but it feels good. She starts to lick around my pussy and starts licking my clit. I'm still petrified and confused, but now I'm extremely turned on. I can hardly move due to the terror shaking through my body and if I were to stand up, I would probably faint. I am more than aware that I shouldn't be enjoying this but she definitely knows what she's doing, and quite frankly, I don't want her to stop.

As I lie helplessly on the table, tied up and being forced to experience my first lesbian encounter with my university lecturer, I can't help but feel betrayed by myself. I was so determined that I wasn't going to be like everyone else back home and be stuck doing nothing and relying on benefits to get me by. I've dragged myself here, having saved every penny I've had since the age of 10 to be here and look where it's got me. I have not worked my ass off, just to be raped by a fucking woman.

I lift myself up slightly and look down to see her head between my legs, and I feel her digging her nails into my ass with one hand, keeping the fingers on the other hand inside me with the other whilst expertly licking my clit.

"Someone's a bit wet!" She exclaims with a large grin. "I think you're enjoying this more than you care to admit."

"You're fucking disgusting!" I snap back at her.

She raises a non-existent eyebrow at me.

"Tell me to stop touching you." She dares. "Tell me that you don't want my fingers inside you and tell me that you don't want my tongue rubbing over your clit."

I cringe and turn my face away. She makes everything sound so vulgar and seedy. The thought of her fucking me makes me queasy, yet I can't bring myself to tell her to stop what she's doing and I hate myself for it. My common sense tells me that I need to do whatever I possibly can to get myself out of this situation, but as much as I hate to admit it to myself, there is a big part of me that wants to stay. I know it's dirty, and wrong, and stupid, but I just can't bring myself to tell her to stop.

"Tell me to stop and I will." She promises.

"Stop!" I shout out.

She takes her fingers out of me and sucks on them. I feel empty inside and only half proud of myself for doing what is right. She stands up and pulls me, by my hair into an upright position. She bites her lip and slides her hand up along the inside of my thigh. She brings her face to mine and looks deeply into my eyes and breathes slowly.

"No." she whispers.

I feel my heart drop down to my guts, and I lose my breath as she starts to slowly kiss my neck. She sends a shiver down my spine as she runs her fingers over the bottom of my back, using only slight pressure. I can feel her smelling my perfume deeply, as she brings both of her hands around to my front and starts unbuttoning my shirt. She pushes my shirt down to my hands and unhooks my bra with one hand, she lifts the front up over my head and slides it down my arms so that it lies with my tied up hands, leaving my breasts exposed and me now completely naked. She grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to stare at the celling. She slowly kisses and nibbles her way from my neck down to my nipple where she gently sucks and bites at me. She kisses her way back up around my neck and starts gently nibbling my ear, sending shivers down my spine and turning my skin to gooseflesh as she does this. She breathes gently into my ear, which gives me a strange sensation but also feels quite pleasurable.

"Submit to me, and I'll make this a nice experience for you, I'll be gentle." She says in a low tone in my ear. "Resist me and I'll continue to do what I want and I will not be so nice."

Her voice fuelled by lust she adds; "Tell me that you want me to fuck you, tell me that you want me as much as I want you, and don't try to pretend." She says as she pulls her face away.

She smiles and gently runs her fingers through my hair. I look at her with a concerned and confused expression on my face. I take a second to think about what she has just said to me. It's like being forced to make a deal with the devil. It feels like she's saying - sell me your soul or I'll take it anyway. My blood starts to boil in anger, my heart is practically punching its way through my chest and I smile, I look her dead in the eye, and I spit in her face.

"I will never want you!" I growl through clenched teeth. "You're a perverted piece of shit and you make me fucking sick." I snarl.

She looks dismayed and I feel quite pleased with myself. She brings a hand up and wipes my spit off her face. She raises her eyebrows and looks at me with a vacant expression and I feel my armour start to shatter. She turns me around and slams me face first onto the desk. I let out a small scream and I can already start to feel the throbbing pain in the side right of my face.

"You asked for it." She says with a violent tone in her voice.

There's a pause and I start to panic. I hear her say nothing, and I start to wonder if I've upset her when I feel her hand hit my ass so hard that it pushes me and the table at least an inch away from her. I protest with a scream but she keeps bringing her hand down with the same force, over and over again in a rhythmic pattern until it hurts so much that it feels like as if my skin is about to give in from the pain and break open. I keep screaming out and I fight back the tears as hard as I possibly can but that doesn't stop her, she keeps on hitting with the same force and in the same place, over and over again until I start to feel sick from the pain. She stops and I hear her take a few deep breaths. I am determined that I will not cry in front of her. I take a few deep breaths of my own, and squeeze the tears back into my eyes.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Jade." She says slowly with an irritated tone. "I think it's about time that you learn some manners and give me the respect that I deserve."

I hear her slip her shoes off and kick them under the table. I hear the removal of clothing and then I feel her pressing herself into me. She starts to rub my shoulders tenderly, and then start to press down with more force. I squint my eyes shut and tense my muscles in pain and I hear her laugh at me. She runs her nails up and down my back gently, before leaning down and kissing the small of my back. The next thing I feel is nothing but pure agony as she digs her nails in and pulls them down my back, using her bodyweight as an advantage to press down and cause me more pain. She continues to do this and I turn my face into her coat and bite into the material, I refuse to let her have any more control over me. She lifts her hands away from my back and smacks my ass again, she brings her hand down again with more force than before, and I let out a muffled scream.

She digs her nails into my scalp as she grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me up from the table until I am standing. She turns me around to face her and pushes my shoulders back, making me fall awkwardly down onto the table. She lifts my legs up onto the table, whilst turning me so that I am now lying completely flat along the table. She climbs up onto the table and straddles me.

She has in her hand what appears to be a pair of knickers and turns them inside out and holds the material either side of the crotch. They are a simple pair of knickers, nothing fancy. They are large and black and appear to have some kind of small white polka dot pattern along the outside of the material. On the inside however, is a rather unpleasant looking, large, wet white mark that runs along the crotch line. It looks a little like some kind of natural yogurt, but I know that isn't what it is.

The look in Cathy's eyes tells me everything I need to know about what she is thinking right now. She has an unfair advantage over me, as I am lying rather uncomfortably on a wooden table, with my hands tied behind my back and I also appear to have a lecturer sat on top of me holding a pair of dirty knickers.

It suddenly occurs to me that she isn't wearing her leggings anymore and clearly isn't wearing her underwear. I realise that if this is the case, then she is more than able to make me do anything that she pleases, she is taking a leaf out of her own book and it makes me dread to think of the possibilities that are running through her head right now. She could actually sit on my face and suffocate me, and there would be nothing that I could do about it.

"Show me your tongue and keep it out." She instructs.

I remain disobedient and motionless.

"Jade, if you don't show me your tongue, then I will slap you so hard that you will hear your dentist scream." She maliciously states.

I hesitantly poke my tongue out of my mouth to be horrified by her following actions. She holds the dirty crotch of her underwear down on my tongue. The shock causes me to recoil my tongue as a reflex, but then I remember how hard she had been hitting me, and how she had warned me to keep my tongue out, so I reluctantly push it back out of my mouth and onto her soiled panties. The taste of her wet, cold underwear makes me gag. Especially because I know that what I can taste is her vagina.

She holds her underwear on my mouth with one hand, and with the other she leans back slightly and forces two of her fingers inside me. I gasp in shock, and this seems to please her on her own level of insanity. She starts to move her fingers in a strange way again and starts to rub the palm of her hand on my clit simultaneously. She continues this for a while and I start to get used to the sensation, welcoming it, when my mind kicks the inside of my skull, reminding me that this is not something that I should be enjoying and I clench every possible muscle in my body.

"You're so fucking tight!" She exclaims. "I hope you like the taste of pussy because you'll be licking one soon enough."

She bites her lip and starts to gyrate against me. She moans and I continue to clench my muscles in protest. I tell myself that if my muscles are clenched, then what she is doing won't feel good, but despite my efforts, this is not the case. No matter how much I try to fight with my own body, I cannot deny the fact that she is more than experienced and knows how to please a woman.

She takes her wet fingers out of me and rubs her tongue over them; she then removes herself from me, and twists herself around on the table to face the other way. I close my eyes in apprehension and feel her dress lightly caress my face and her thigh brush against my cheek. She lies on top of me and puts her arms under my thighs, holding them open. I feel warm, wet skin lightly rest against my lips.

"Kiss it" She demands.

I'm not kissing that, I tell myself. I keep my lips sealed and feel her sink her teeth into the inside of my thigh suck hard into my flesh. I try to wiggle myself away from her and through the agony I finally come to realise that I'm not going anywhere unless I do as she tells me.

"Put that dirty little mouth of yours on my pussy." She pants as she releases my flesh from her mouth. "Put your tongue inside me and discover what heaven tastes like."

Judging by the taste of her dirty underwear, I don't think that heaven would taste very nice. I keep my eyes closed and take a deep breath, I dive my tongue into her wet pussy. The texture is smooth, and feels like I'm pressing my tongue against my own cheek, but I can feel the stubble around my mouth and chin area from where I assume she has previously shaved. The taste is hard to place, but somehow resembles raspberries and cream. I tell myself that's the taste is and go for gold. I hear her gasp and moan as she pushes herself onto my face and gyrate slightly; angling herself to where she wants to be. She digs her nails into my thighs, and starts to lick me out again and I try to mimic her tongue movements. She forces her fingers back inside me, and starts to suck on my clit.

I don't know what it is about this whole scenario, but I can feel myself getting extremely turned on as she works her mouth and fingers on me. I never knew that oral sex could feel like this. I've done it before with men, but it's always been very bland, boring and has never lasted more than a few minutes. I suppose with a man, they just want to fuck, disregarding whether it actually feels nice for a woman or not. But Cathy definitely knows what she's doing and it's quite obvious that she enjoys doing it. But I suppose that lesbians don't really have much option but to enjoy doing it, although it's not something that I've ever really thought about before. I know what to do with a man, but I have no clue what I'm doing here with her.
She starts rubbing her clit along my tongue, pushing herself down onto my face whilst doing so. She starts making forceful circular movements around my clit with her tongue and forces another finger inside me, and before I can begin to let my body adjust to the abuse, I feel an orgasm starting to stir inside me. I remind myself of how wrong and disgusting this is but that doesn't help and the feeling only gets stronger. I clench my muscles around her fingers to try and stop myself but that just feels even more amazing. I relax my muscles and involuntarily start moving my hips, pushing myself up into her face. She welcomes this and it seems to turn her on even more.

The familiar feelings of an orgasm start to become ridiculously overwhelming, and even my determined attempts to stop myself refuse to help me. I feel my eyes roll back inside my head and I let it go as I feel the best orgasm of my life creep up and let out a moan which turns itself into a scream. This pushes her over the edge and I feel her tense herself and dig her nails into my skin and furiously move her fingers inside me as she reaches her own climax. I feel the world slip away from underneath me and I fall slightly out of consciousness as every colour I've ever seen collides beautifully on the inside of my eyes.

After what feels like forever, I quiver underneath her as she pulls her fingers out of me and slowly roll off me. She turns around and brings her face to mine. She kisses me roughly and pushes her tongue inside my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. I open my eyes as she pulls away to see her smiling down at me. I've never seen her smile before, and despite the circumstances, it's a nice change to see a smile instead of a constant frown on her face.

Her face appears to be glowing as she brings her hand up to run her fingers through my hair.

"I'm very glad that we've had this talk," she says in a sarcastic manner. "Do you have anything to add?" She says with an outstanding smile on her face.

I take a few deep breaths as I slowly start to feel my body come back to life. My legs are shaking and every part of me is tingling from detonation. I bite my bottom lip and look into her eyes. I take a second to admire her natural beauty. She has a beautiful smile and the most amazing eyes that I've ever seen. They appear to be some form of green, almost a half way between brown and blue.

I look into her eyes and say my final words.

"I submit." I answer, still catching my breath.

"Good." She proclaims, as she unties my hands.

She shifts off the table and I pull myself together and sit upright as she starts to put her rest of her clothes back on. She reaches for her neatly folded leggings and coat, scrumples up her underwear and scarf, and winks at me as she starts to walk towards the door to leave. She opens the door to leave and turns back towards me.

"Don't forget, Jade," She starts to add as a final statement. "You have a lecture with me tomorrow at 10am and the bus leaves for the theatre at 1:30pm."

"Does this mean that I can stay on the course?" I ask sheepishly as I feel my heart rise up in hope.

She smiles and lets out a malicious laugh to herself.

"You were never going to leave." She answers with a large grin. "Your position on this course was never compromised." She doesn't wait for a reply and walks away without looking back.

I feel my soul slip away from me as I start to search the floor for my scattered clothes. I don't know how to feel about what I have just experienced. I look at my phone to more than a few concerned texts and missed calls from Rhiannon. Its 10:45pm and I throw my clothes on and start to make a swift exit. I make my first ever walk of shame back towards halls, as I get to the main door of my block; I hear a car horn beep. I look to my left to see Cathy driving away in her car, waving as she passes. I stand outside with the clear summer night sky above me, letting my hair flow gently in the cool night breeze as I recall what happened. I'm not entirely sure how to feel about it, or even if I should tell anyone about what happened. But I feel a small smile creep across my face as I think about her. I walk down the corridor and into my room as my phone starts to ring, I look to see Rhiannon's name appear on my screen. I throw my phone on my table and fall onto my bed, still smiling.

Rhiannon bursts into my room and starts to shout at me in Welsh. I wish she wouldn't do that. She knows that I can't understand a word that she is saying but I don't think that she realises that she sometimes switches languages when she gets upset, bless her. I sit upright and wait for her to draw a breath, which takes a minute or two. She sits on my bed and frowns at me, crossing her arms over her torso.

"Where the fuck have you been?" She shouts at me. "I've been ringing you all night, I've been sat here on my own worried sick about you!"

I can't help but continue to smile as I think about Cathy.

"The creep in room 5 has been following me like a lost sheep all night." She adds. "I ordered pizza and put my pyjamas on and I then had to tell the delivery guy that I didn't order anything because you weren't here!"

She stops to take a breath, which doesn't happen very often.

"Why are you smiling?" She asks with a concerned tone in her voice. "Haven't you been with Cruella De Vil?"

"You mean Cathy?" I ask with a laugh in my voice. "Yeah, I've been with her" I answer, as I smile to myself.

"Then why have you got a smile on your face?" She asks, slightly alarmed. "I bet she's given you drugs, I bet that's why you have that stupid smile spread across your face!"

"No," I laugh back. "We need to get some sleep; we've got a lecture with her tomorrow."

Rhiannon sighs and lies next to me on my double bed and looks at me suspiciously. She's like a pet cat, she sleeps in my bed more than her own, not that I mind. She even keeps her snuggly blanket in here that she can't sleep without, which is a top secret blanket, by the way. In fact, it's quite comforting to know that I'm not completely alone in a strange country anymore.

I close my eyes and picture Cathy's smile hovering over me. I can still feel her fingers running through my hair. For the first time in my life, I feel happy and content, and I find myself feeling excited for tomorrows lecture.

"You're fucking weird, you know that?" Rhiannon snaps as she curls up next to me with her snuggly.

"Yeah." I answer with a smile still spread across my face.

I let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction as I roll over. Despite everything that has happened in the last few hours, I find that I can't wait until I see Cathy again tomorrow, and I crave to see her smile again.

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Feb 9, 2018 in bdsm

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