Teacher Takes Control: Part 5 (Patreon)

Noah sat in the front row the next week, the flat steel chastity cage biting into his trapped cock with every breath. The tiny shaft had been locked for days, pressed flat and aching, leaking steadily into his pants. His mind stayed locked on Professor Nubia, replaying every command, every lash of the crop, every time she called him doggy.

The door opened and she strode in wearing the exact outfit from one of the photos on her wall. Tight brown leather pants hugged her wide hips and thick juicy ass, the material stretched smooth over every curve.

Brown leather gloves covered her hands, and matching brown leather boots clicked across the floor with each step. A simple white top stretched over her heavy tits, no bra beneath it, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. Around her neck hung the thin chain with the chastity keys resting right between her cleavage.

Noah’s cock surged instantly, the steel refusing to give an inch. The pressure made his balls throb. She noticed the moment she reached the front of the room. Her dark eyes found him, and a slow, knowing smile curved her red lips.

She turned toward him fully, letting the keys sway against her perfect skin, then pivoted so her thick Latina ass faced him, the leather pants creaking softly as she shifted her weight.

She began the lecture, pacing slowly, hips rolling, boots striking the floor. Every time she turned, the keys glinted between her tits. Noah’s face burned. His cock kept trying to swell, the cage keeping it crushed flat, precum soaking through his underwear.

She glanced at him again, smile widening, and deliberately ran one gloved finger along the chain, lifting the keys for a second before letting them drop back into her cleavage.

Noah shifted in his seat, thighs pressing together, desperately trying to stay still while his entire body screamed for release. She kept teaching, voice calm and commanding, but her eyes returned to him again and again, clearly enjoying the sight of her locked student squirming right in front of her.

Over the next several days Noah spent nearly every evening at Professor Nubia’s house. Each visit stripped away another layer of his resistance. She started by buckling thick leather mittens over his hands and feet, forcing him onto all fours the moment he stripped naked.

The flat steel cage stayed locked tight, his trapped cock leaking constantly while she clipped a wide collar around his throat and attached the leash.

She trained him like one of her dogs. “Sit,” she commanded, tugging the leash. Noah dropped his caged crotch to the floor, thighs spread, ass up. “Stay.” She circled him slowly in her brown leather pants and boots, crop tapping against her gloved palm.

When he shifted she brought the crop down hard across his bare ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room. He yelped into the thick rubber gag she had buckled behind his teeth, drool already running down his chin.

She made him crawl through every room, the leash short and tight in her fist. Every time he hesitated she struck again, leaving red welts across his cheeks and the backs of his thighs.

“Good pup,” she purred in her thick accent when he fetched the crop in his teeth and dropped it at her boots. She rewarded him by pressing the toe of her boot against his caged balls, grinding lightly until he whimpered and leaked more precum onto the floor.

By the third night she had him sleeping in the kennel beside her bed, mittened paws tucked under his chest, collar chained to the bars. Each morning she woke him with the crop across his ass, then led him on hands and knees to clean her boots with his tongue while she sipped coffee and watched.

The keys still rested between her heavy tits, swaying with every step, a constant reminder that his release belonged entirely to her.

Noah’s thoughts narrowed to one thing: pleasing her. Every lash of the crop, every tug of the leash, every order to present his ass or crawl faster only made the cage feel tighter. He lived for the rare moments she praised him, calling him her good boy while she scratched behind his ear and let him nuzzle her leather-covered thigh.

The ache in his locked cock never eased, but the desperate need to impress his mistress grew stronger with each new command.

Professor Nubia stood directly behind Noah’s presented ass, boots planted wide on the hardwood floor. One gloved hand rested on the small of his back while the other held a thick, black rubber finger slick with lube. She pressed the tip against his tight hole and rubbed slow circles, spreading the cool gel over his rim.

“Relax for me, pup,” she murmured, her accent thick and low. She pushed the finger inside, sliding it knuckle-deep in one steady thrust. Noah’s body jerked, a muffled groan vibrating around the thick gag. She worked the digit in and out, twisting it, stretching him open with deliberate strokes.

Each time she pulled back she added more lube, letting it drip down over his balls and the steel cage locked between his thighs.

After several minutes of steady fingering she withdrew her hand. She picked up the heavy dog-tail plug—thick, tapered, and already coated. Pressing the blunt tip to his slick hole, she applied firm pressure.

The plug stretched him wider than her finger, forcing his rim to open around the widest part. Noah whined, forehead pressed to the floor, mittened hands clenched. With one final push the plug seated fully inside him, the base settling flush against his cheeks. The long, fluffy tail flopped down between his legs, brushing his caged balls.

A deep, guttural sound escaped around the gag as the plug locked into place. Professor Nubia gave the tail a light tug, watching his hole clench around the base. “There we go,” she said, patting his reddened ass. “Now wag for me.”

Professor Nubia clipped the leash to Noah’s collar and gave it a firm tug. “Up, pup. We’re going outside.”

She led him through the back door on all fours. The cool evening air hit his bare skin as she guided him across the lawn toward the garden path. Mittened hands and knees pressed into the grass. The thick dog-tail plug shifted inside him with every movement, the fluffy length swaying behind his caged cock. The ball gag kept his moans muffled and wet.

Nubia walked with measured steps, boots clicking on the stone edging. She held the riding crop ready in her free hand. “Heel. Good. Now trot.” She gave a sharp flick of the crop across both ass cheeks. The leather cracked loudly. Noah jerked forward, a broken sound escaping around the gag as the sting bloomed across his skin.

“Faster. Show me that pretty tail wag.” Another strike landed, lower this time, right where the plug base sat. His hole clenched around the thick toy and the tail bobbed harder. The steel cage between his thighs stayed painfully tight; his trapped 3-inch cock throbbed uselessly against the flat metal, leaking steadily into the grass.

She stopped at the center of the garden circle and turned to face him. “Sit. Present.” Noah dropped his chest to the ground, ass raised high, knees spread. The crop tapped the inside of one thigh, then the other, forcing his legs wider. She circled him slowly, boots brushing the grass, eyes drinking in the sight of her student reduced to a plugged, caged, gagged pet.

“Circle me. Nice and slow. Keep that back arched.” She walked the perimeter while he crawled around her in a tight loop. Every few steps the crop snapped down on his reddening cheeks, leaving fresh pink lines. Noah’s moans grew louder, more desperate. His hips rocked involuntarily, trying to fuck against nothing. The cage denied him any relief; the plug kept constant pressure on his prostate, making his balls ache.

Nubia’s leather pants clung damp between her thighs. She was soaked, the crotch of her panties sticking to her pussy lips with every step. Watching him struggle and obey lit a deep, satisfied heat inside her. “Good boy. Again. Faster this time.”

She snapped the crop twice in quick succession, driving him into a quicker crawl. The tail whipped side to side. His mittened hands trembled. Every command he followed sent another rush of wetness into her underwear. She reached down once, pressing two fingers against the soaked fabric, feeling how slick she’d become just from training him.

“Stop. Down. Ass up.” Noah obeyed instantly, forehead to the grass, tail lifted. Nubia stepped close and rested the crop along his spine, sliding it slowly down to the plug. She gave the base a firm push, seating it deeper. Noah’s whole body shuddered. A thick string of precum dripped from the cage slit onto the ground.

She smiled, rich accent low and pleased. “Look at you. So horny you can’t even think. My perfect little show dog.” She gave his ass one last firm smack with the crop, then tugged the leash again. “Walk with me. We’re not done yet.”

Professor Nubia guided Noah across the grass on all fours until they reached a wooden bench at the edge of the garden path. She sat down and patted the spot beside her. Noah climbed up, settling on his knees like a dog, mittened hands resting on the seat, back straight, tail plug swaying behind him. His caged cock throbbed constantly, precum dripping in thin strings onto the wood.

She reached between his spread thighs and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. "Good boy," she murmured, voice low and approving. Her fingers squeezed and massaged the tight, aching orbs, making his whole body twitch. Noah moaned into the gag, hips rocking forward instinctively, desperate for more contact even though the flat steel cage denied him everything.

Nubia unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it free. Saliva dripped from his chin as he panted. She lifted one booted foot and rested it on the bench in front of him. "Clean," she ordered.

Noah lowered his head immediately. His tongue dragged over the polished leather, licking long stripes from toe to ankle. He kissed the instep, then worked his way around the heel, sucking and lapping until the surface gleamed with his spit.

Nubia watched him work, occasionally pressing the other boot against his cheek to guide him. He switched feet without being told, tongue tracing every seam and buckle while his trapped cock leaked steadily.

"The semester ends next week," she said while he continued licking. "I have a choice to make. Either I fly to Italy for the summer... or I stay here and train you full time as my pup." She let the words hang while his tongue kept moving. "You would live here 24/7. No classes. No clothes. Just the collar, the cage, the plug, and whatever else I decide to put on you. You would eat, sleep, and live exactly like a dog under my complete control."

She slid the gag back between his teeth and buckled it tight again. Then she stood and gave the leash a tug. Noah dropped back to all fours and followed her toward the row of kennels at the far end of the garden. She stopped in front of one and reached inside, lifting down a glossy black rubber suit that hung from a hook.

"This is what you would wear every single day if you stay," she explained, holding the heavy rubber dog gimp suit up for him to see. The material gleamed under the garden lights—thick, shiny, with built-in mitts, knee pads, a tail opening, and a molded hood with ear holes. "It zips up the back and locks. You would live inside it."

Nubia stepped in front of him, boots planted wide, and looked down. "So decide now. Do you want to be my full-time pup or not?"

Noah’s caged cock pulsed violently. His balls ached from the earlier massage. Every part of him screamed for her approval. He nodded hard, the tail plug wagging side to side with the motion of his hips. A muffled "yes" pushed past the gag, wet and desperate.

She smiled, dark eyes glittering. Leaning down, she gripped his balls again and gave them a firm, possessive squeeze. "Good boy," she praised, voice warm with satisfaction. "We’re going to have so much fun together."