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Doctor Ashford's Student

#nsfwtwt #domme #sub #chastity #edging subby POV, first person

A few days a week I have the privilege of working directly under Dr Ashford. She's my PhD tutor, although my duties extend into being her assistant, as well as a few other things.

One of my particularly important duties is to bring her coffee at 10am on the dot. Because some idiot knocked the sugar all over the floor of the executive kitchen, I had to sprint to go and find some more. Guess who was a little under three minutes late as a result.

I click open the door to Doctor Ashford's office and begin my apology. "I'm so sor-"

"You're two minutes 56 seconds late, you know I don't appreciate tardiness," she speaks without looking up from her paperwork.

Without making excuses, I step over to her desk. Wordlessly, she takes the coffee from my hand, sips it, then sets it aside. I can see various patient files on her desk, some of whom I've had the pleasure of working with.

I stand in place, waiting patiently for her to finish whatever she's doing. One cup of coffee and ten minutes later, she leans back in her chair. The expression on her face reads 'what am I going to do with you?'

"Do you know why you're my only real student?" Pushing her chair out, she stands, stepping around to behind me. My eyes follow her until she's out of sight. The next thing I sense is her breath at my ear. "Well, pet? I asked you a question." I can't help shuddering.

To say thinking around Dr Ashford is difficult is an understatement. Her presence makes my heart flutter. Her voice makes my head fuzzy. Her hands on my skin drive me wild. Everything about her fills me with a raw need. I love her more than anything.

"Be-uh. Because I'm good at what I do, Doctor?" I question.

Her teeth softly clip around my ear, making me tremble. Such a small act from her is more than enough to set off fireworks in my mind. A little squeak escapes my lips.

"That's part of it, of course. Take off your skirt and blouse, then turn around." Her voice maintains its usual calm, collected tone while also dripping with seductive, controlling energy. Everything about her makes it clear she revels in her power over others.

Needless to say, I comply with her command, turning to face her, now dressed only in my bra and panties. Beneath my panties, my girlcock strains against the little pink cage she gifted to me when I became her student. I can already feel myself leaking precum.

Doctor Ashford locks eyes with me. Despite not being a short woman, I feel tiny in her gaze. Nothing but prey. With just her gaze, she makes me feel weak. Maintaining eye contact, she reaches one hand up and rests it around my throat. She begins to squeeze.

"The main reason I adore you is that you've always been mine without me needing to do a thing." Her hand tightens around my throat. The world begins to go a little fuzzy. "I do so enjoy my work, but you're special. I have never needed implants, therapy, hypnosis, drugs, threats,

or even rewards to make you mine, although I've enjoyed doing all those things to you. At this institute, we help the lost realise their true selves. But you, this is who you are without any input from me." My legs start to give and I drop down to my knees as the world blurs.

Her hand remains locked around my throat, tightening even more. Only a trickle of blood can find its way to my brain. "I could keep going till the last breath left your body, and you wouldn't lift a finger to stop me, would you, darling?"

With what little strength I have, I shake my head and breathe a pathetically weak "n-no."

"And without any kind of enforced obedience too. That alone is a rare gift that I cherish." Her grip relaxes, causing me to fall completely onto the ground, gasping for air.

"Not only that, but beyond your submission to me, I know you have a seed of potential, potential to be like me. You have a instinct for breaking others, despite how it might appear if someone looked at you right now, pathetically gasping for air at my feet."

Bending down, Doctor Ashford ruffles her fingers through my hair. The affection does nothing to help me think straight. I'm going to shape you into someone worthy of carrying on my work, even as I use your beautiful little body and mind for my own enjoyment."

Having caught my breath a little, I push myself up slightly. I gaze up at the woman that I love more than anything else in the world. I'd do anything she asked. To myself, to someone else. It doesn't matter. And she's right, she has never needed anything to control me.

"Though as much as I adore you, I still do not appreciate tardiness." She types something into her phone and I feel a slight shock of electricity in my head. Just because she doesn't need implants to control me doesn't mean I don't have any.

"I think one minute of edging for each second you were late will suffice. Oh, and I think disabling your motor control for those two hours and fifty six minutes will be for the best. I don't want my favourite subject to injure herself." Doctor Ashford returns to standing over me.

Without waiting for a response, she activates my implant. Normal edging can't possibly compare to the intensity of having one's orgasms disabled, and your brain directly stimulated while a chastity cage buzzes around your cock, and a plug vibrates over your prostate.

It only takes me a minute for me to reach what I'd consider the normal edge. It feels like I should cum as the toys buzzing between my legs push me past that line, yet there is no release. After only that first minute, all I can think about is sex. I feel a raw need for Doctor-

Ashford to use me, however she might wish. That's certainly not a novel feeling, though it hits differently when my mind is screaming for pleasure even as my thoughts melt away.

The toys don't relent, and the implant in my head only allows for my desperation to grow. Without any ability to control my own body, all I can do is whine and moan like a bitch in heat dying to be bred. I can feel myself drooling, as well as precum leaking into panties.

Not a thought is directed to how undignified I must look, however. My mind is utterly overloaded with lust. I need to cum more than I need to breathe, and it only grows worse with each passing second.

Time begins to blur, as well as my vision. Any rational sense left leaves my body. I'd do anything to cum, absolutely anything, save for disobeying or harming Doctor Ashford, of course. Such a thing is literally unthinkable.

I'm not even aware enough to know if she's still in the room or not. Hell, someone could've picked me up and carried me outside, and I don't think I would've noticed. My limp cock continues to strain against the buzzing cage keeping it contained.

Thanks to the aphrodisiacs and medications Dr Ashford has me on, the buzzing never loses its effect. I never grow numb to the vibrations. My body will not allow it. It only grows more intense. Every moment hits a new height of overstimulation.

After what feels like an eternity of utter, complete, tormenting need, the buzzing between my legs ceases. I feel a mix of relief, but also a desperate desire for more.

I don't know how long it takes for fractured thoughts to return to my head. When my mind has collected its most shattered pieces, the first thoughts swirl through my head, but all I can feel is a need for Doctor Ashford. She is my everything.