He Calls Her Missy

By Elle Jamey

Seeking an internship with her college professor, Marissa goes into the interview fully prepared to do whatever it takes to secure the coveted and competitive position. The position? To be Professor Harding’s latest sex slave. And what it takes is her unquestioning obedience and utter submission.

No longer called Marissa but “Missy” by her professor and those he chooses to share her with, the young coed finds herself following strict rules, suffering harsh punishments and corrective discipline as she is pushed to her limits. Missy is degradingly displayed and thoroughly used by the professor and his colleagues as his newest toy upon which they slake their needs, all the while her own needs are cruelly denied or drawn from her unresisting body....depending on her professor’s whim.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a collection of loosely connected vignettes featuring themes of dominance and submission, graphic humiliation, orgasm control, bondage, discipline and punishment, unequal power dynamics and power exchange. A purely fictional, kink-filled romp. This is intended for adult audiences only, and is not intended to be an accurate or realistic representation of BDSM activities.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elle Jamey
• Release date: Jun 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463349564

Elle Jamey

Elle Jamey writes BDSM erotica and erotic romance. She writes tales of dominance and submission filled with sexual humiliation and power exchange. Her stories are fictional and pure pure kinky fantasy and should not be taken as a script or example to follow. Stay safe, dear readers!

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He Calls Her Missy

Elle Jamey

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Copyright 2019 by Elle Jamey

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Disclaimer: The persons, places, things, and otherwise animate or inanimate objects in this piece of fiction are fictional. Any resemblance to anything or anyone living or dead is coincidental. Fictional characters are over eighteen years old.

Author's Note:

Sexual acts and activities in this book are fantasy only. This book is intended for adults and is not intended to be an accurate or realistic representation of BDSM practices.

Table of Contents

The Interview

New Normal

Learning Missy

Lessons in Dictation

What Missy Typed

Used

Teased and Tortured

Office Hours

Collegiality

Missy's Monologue

What the Professor Loved

Fuck Puppy

A Chance to Come

Gathering

What Missy Loved

Language Lessons

Putting Missy Through Her Paces

Poor Performance

Correction

Fuck Toy

Missy, On Loan

Professor Grey

Reunion

Other Books by this Author

Preview—Training Mrs. Olliver

Acknowledgements

About Elle Jamey

The Interview

I have to be certain, he told her, that you are equipped to be my intern in the fall. So why don't we start you out on a sort of trial basis? Think of it as a training period. To prepare you for the rigors of being a full-time intern.

Yes, certainly, she exclaimed. Her body trembled eagerly. Thank you so much, Professor.

I insist on a bit more formality from my interns, as deference to the position I've attained within this institution, he said gently. Kindly address me as 'Sir.'

Yes, Sir, of course.

He studied her with piercing intensity. Your friends and family call you Marissa? No nicknames?

No, Sir, not really.

Then let me be the first. Missy is a nice, logical derivative, isn't it?

I…well, yes, Sir.

In any written correspondence you write to me—be it e-mail or a post-it memo, I will expect you to thus address me as Sir, and to sign off as Missy. Do I make myself clear?

Oh, yes, Sir.

Splendid. Such a lovely girl, Missy.

Her cheeks pinkened under his continued regard. His fingers continued their gentle circling motion, gathering her dewy wetness, spreading it, drawing his fingers through her folds. He removed his hand from her panties and wiped two fingers on her thigh, leaving a glistening wet streak behind. Her body quivered; it wanted his hand back. There was nothing else to say. Nothing, except…

Thank you, Sir.

His cool eyes warmed considerably. He brought his fingers up, chucked her teasingly under the chin. His fingers were so close, she could smell herself. She knew what he wanted her to do. A kiss, to seal the deal. She bowed her head, kissed the proof of her desire from his fingertips.

A gentle push against her lips made her part her mouth, sucking in the digits. They sat like that for a while as he fucked her mouth with those wet fingers, she gazing into his unrelenting eyes, he watching her back as he murmured, You are being a very good girl, Missy.

The rich pleasure in his voice, the subtle thread of approval—it was a thrilling reward. She thought briefly of the stories she'd heard of Professor Harding, the sly whispers and scandalous rumors of what he liked to do to the students who interned for him.

He has…a lot of rules, they said knowingly, shivering a little. He's really strict.

The girl, Marissa—no, Missy, now—swallowed around the fingers stuffing her mouth as she gazed back at her professor with wide eyes.

New Normal

In short order, he had her thrilling to his voice every time he spoke the new name he had given her. They quickly settled into a routine. He wrote up a schedule for her, and she followed it.

Sometimes they worked at his office at the college, but more often than not he would work from his home office. When she let herself into his house the morning, she busied herself making sure he had coffee ready. At 8:30 a.m., she presented herself for inspection. She walked into his study and stood in front of his desk, his coffee in one hand, the freshly-delivered newspaper in the other. At his nod, she placed these things on his desk and straightened back into an attentive position.

Working without undergarments would be so much more comfortable for her, he had convinced her, so she went without. Her nipples poked out against her white blouse, and his eyes lingered there as he nursed his coffee.

Missy, your nipples are quite hard, he observed. You certainly have impudent, impossible-to-conceal tits, don't you.

Her entire upper body grew hot from a blush. Yes, Sir.

Come. He came around his desk and went to the sitting area with a grouping of deep leather couches.

Lace your hands together behind your head, Missy. Good girl. Eyes on me.

Her professor stood very close to her. He wrapped the end of her little tie—a cute affectation of her abbreviated uniform that he enjoyed—around his fist and pulled her even closer, until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. She kept her eyes fastened on his stern face, her throat working in a dry swallow. He moved his hand to the tie around her throat and pushed the knot up more, further constricting the silk around her neck. She breathed a little bit faster. Shallower.

Pulling the end of the silky strip of fabric, he sat and tugged her down, guiding her to sit over his lap so she straddled his thighs. She could feel the hard bar of his cock prodding at her bottom. Her skirt was pushed up around her hips. His hand brushed her breasts.

Your nipples have gotten tighter, if that's even possible, he remarked. Are you wet, Missy? Already?

Yes, Sir, she groaned, admitting the truth.

Yes, you are, he purred. You're wetting my cock through my slacks. Messy, dirty girl. Unbutton your blouse, Missy.

Her hands flew to work the buttons through the small holes. She parted her blouse to the sides but didn't remove it, as he hadn't told her