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Megan and the Duffle Bag - Part OneA of Five (mrdfw@hotmail.com) (f
solo, Ff, BDSM, self torture, ws, shaving, femdom)



The following material is for adults only.  It depicts acts of lesbian
and hetero sex and bestiality to include bondage, torture, watersports,
and group sex.  If you are forbidden to read or obtain this type of
material because of either content or your age please discontinue now.
It is a work of adult sexual fantasy.  It's not meant to depict
anyone real either alive or dead.

Now that that's out of the way.  As I said this is a work of sexual
fantasy.  I put everything raunchy I could think of in this story.  I
like hearing from people who enjoyed the writing.  Please drop me a
line at mrdfw@hotmail.com if you enjoyed the story.



Megan and the Duffle Bag - Part OneA (mrdfw@hotmail.com) (f solo, Ff,
BDSM, self torture, ws, shaving, femdom)

Seventeen year old Megan had walked the same stretch of state highway
to and from school almost everyday since she started school.  On rainy
days and very cold days she got a ride with one of her parents as they
went to work but that wasn't very often in the mild southern climate.
 Usually she walked.  In those years she had found eleven CDs, two
DVDs, three dozen tools, and, on the Friday before the last week of the
twelfth grade, a duffle bag full of bondage gear and pornography.  The
bag held an assortment of cuffs, collars, gags, blind folds, and a
mask; several lengths of rope; a few paddles and whips; a harness;
dildos and vibrators of assorted sizes (one so big Megan couldn't
imagine anyone ever taking it into their body); butt plugs (again, one
so big Megan couldn't imagine anyone ever taking it into their body);
various clamps, clips, and a dozen clothes pins; three paper back
books; two magazines; three DVDs; a VHS tape; and a couple of computer
disks.

If Megan had found the bag six months earlier she may have pitched it
away.  But Megan's dormant sexuality was awakening - some might say
a little late.  Despite never having seen many of the items in the bag
she had heard lewd references to many of them and had an immediate
sense of what the items she hadn't yet heard of were for.  The
magazines and paperbacks showed beautiful women tied up and in form of
distress or another.  Just the cover images had an immediate physical
impact on Megan - a tingle coursed through her body and her heart
started beating so loud she thought that anyone near would be able to
hear it.  She knew she was looking at something "nasty."  She
looked up and down the highway to make sure no one saw her and then
carried the bag up into the cover of the woods by the road for a closer
look.  The duffle bag was rather large - way too big to fit into her
school book bag.  She sorted through the items.  She would have to take
part of the contents home now and hide the rest until she could come
back.  The books, magazines, DVDs, VHS tape, and the computer disks
went into her book bag along with her American History and Science text
books.  The rest of the gear was put under a bush and covered with
leaves.

Megan hurried home as fast as she could.  By the time she got home she
was flushed and a little out of breath.  Megan was an only child and
both parents worked.  She knew she would have at least a couple of
hours to look through her new found prizes.  She rushed up to her room
and closed the door and emptied the contents of her book bag onto her
bed.  She grabbed a magazine and started flipping through the pages.

The magazine was full of women that were tied up in various poses of
varying severity.  There were pictures showing women wearing collars,
women with gags in their mouths, some with clothes pins or other clamps
on their nipples and on their pussies, and some photos with bound women
with dildos stuffed into their pussies and asses.  Megan was fascinated
by the images.  Compared to other girls her age Megan was relatively
naīve and nothing prepared for what she was seeing.  Although she had
a beautiful athletic physique she was very self-conscious of having
small a-cup breasts with fat nipples that seemed disproportionately
large.  They stiffened easily and were very sensitive causing her
constant embarrassment and self-consciousness.  The other girls kidded
mercilessly for being flat-chested when they showered together after
gym class.  The thick glasses she wore until the previous year, when
her parents finally allowed her to get contacts, only compounded her
crippling shyness.  At seventeen she was an extremely shy and self
conscious teen.  Her mother had given her "the Talk" and the girls
at school were always making lewd remarks such as "stink finger"
and other references to masturbation in private giggle-filled
conversations but she had never once done the act herself.  Yet.  Sure
she had gotten a little horny a few times and clinched her legs
together to stimulate herself and maybe lingered a little longer than
necessary when soaping herself in the shower.  But she had never
manually worked herself to an orgasm.  But while flipping through the
magazine she felt herself become aroused and was conscious of stirrings
between her legs and some very strong sensations.  She subconsciously
started rhythmically squeezing her legs together.  Finally she reached
between her legs and started rubbing the front of her shorts.

After making it through the first magazine she grabbed the second.
This second magazine showed not just tied up women, but also the person
that tied her up.  And Megan was a little surprised to see that it was
another woman, not a man.  She had just assumed it was a man binding
the women she saw in the first magazine.  The whole magazine featured a
beautiful statuesque brunette with large breasts and a petite blond
woman with hardly any breasts at all and a shaved pussy.  The first set
showed the brunette tying the blonde's hands behind her back.  She
then applied clamps to her nipples and pussy.  Another layout showed
the blonde suspended from the ceiling barely able to touch the ground
with her feet being whipped on her back and front by the brunette.  The
next scene showed the blonde suspended from the ceiling with her arms
attached to a spreader bar.  Her ankles were attached to the same bar
at the same point as her wrists leaving her open and vulnerable to the
whip the brunette was applying to her exposed pussy.  She then fucked
the blonde with a strap on dildo.

Subconsciously several things were going on in Megan's head.  First,
she wasn't squeamish about two women together sexually.  Second, she
didn't reject that bondage and pain could be arousing.  Third, she
empathized with the submissive blonde not the dominant brunette.  And
fourth, she was becoming very, very aroused.

It was at this point that her dad's pickup rolled into the driveway.
Megan hurriedly grabbed the pornography and stuffed it under her bed
and opened her books to pretend to be studying before her dad called
"I'm home" from downstairs.  The rest of the afternoon and
evening passed like any other except Megan was preoccupied with the
porn she had hidden in her room.

Both of her parents went to bed and rose early.  The next day,
Saturday, was just another work day for them so at ten o'clock the
family rose from in front of the television.  Her parents went to their
bed downstairs and Megan went up to her room on the second floor.
Megan anxiously retrieved the second magazine with the two women again
and then started reading through one of the paperbacks.  The first was
about a young girl who goes off to college and is seduced by her older
lesbian roommate then introduced to the underworld of S&M.  The story
detailed the seduction of the innocent girl, her first time being tied
up, having her pussy shaved against her will (which particularly
fascinated Megan), and then the gradual escalation of the tortures and
torments the girl was made to endure.  The climax came when the girl
was used by several of the roommate's friends at a party.  She
endured repeated fucking, was forced to lick the pussies and assholes
of the other women, and had her nipples and clitoris pierced.  They
even peed on her and in her mouth!  Megan was shocked at the thought,
but surprisingly, not in a negative way.  It was actually the kinkiness
and lewdness of the act that put her over the top and allowed her to
experience her first ever orgasm.  She had started rubbing her pussy
through her panties about a quarter of the way through the book.  About
half way through she actually dipped her hand into her panties to rub
her slit removing her hand only to flip pages.  By the last chapter she
was breathing hard and frantically humping at her hand trying to
achieve some vague goal that she was not quite sure of.  And although
she had read the words orgasm and cum in the book several times it in
no way prepared her for the sensations she experienced when she read
about the tied up, nipple clamped, and dildo stuffed pain slut getting
pissed on.  A grunt and then high pitched squeal escaped her lips, her
juices flooded from her cunt, and she thrust herself against her hand
as the strange and electric sensation coursed from her twat to her
stomach, nipples, and the rest of her body.  After the feelings
subsided she lay gasping.  She dog-eared the page so that she could
find it later.  She then rose on unsteady legs to go to the bathroom.
She sat on the toilet and peed.  She watched the stream of piss with a
new found fascination.  She tentatively reached a finger into the
stream then raised it to her mouth.  Her first taste of urine wasn't
much of a taste but the act of breaking the taboo was more significant
than the amount of piss she tasted.  When she finished she returned to
her room and was surprised to see that it was already 3:15 in the
morning.  She had been reading the book for 5 hours!  She put the books
and magazines back under her bed and went to sleep exhausted but sated.

She was awoken by the phone at 10:30 the next morning.  She shot out of
bed and rushed down the stairs to answer the phone.  Her mother was
calling to check on her and ask her to pull some hamburger out of the
freezer to thaw for dinner.  Megan hopped from foot to foot while
talking to her mother.  She hadn't had a chance to take her morning
pee and was desperate.  As soon as she hung up she rushed to the
bathroom and released a strong stream of piss just as she was sitting
on the toilet splashing the front of the seat and a little on the
floor.  Her mind went back to the night before and the image of the
girl being pissed on by her lesbian lovers.  She placed her cupped hand
into the stream of urine escaping her piss hole then she brought her
hand to her mouth and slurped at the acrid fluid.  The nasty act caused
her pussy to twitch with excitement.  She felt so depraved and raunchy
committing such a lewd act.  When she was finished she rose from the
toilet and licked the seat where she had accidentally sprayed her piss
while sitting then kneeled on the floor to lick the piss there.  She
was incredibly turned on at this point.  She returned to the kitchen to
take out the hamburger meat then ran upstairs to continue where she
left off the night before.

She pulled one of the other paperbacks from under her bed and started
reading.  If anything this book was even raunchier than the first.  It
was about a private school for correcting wayward rich girls with
intense discipline and raunchy BDSM.  Megan thought the premise of the
book was a little far-fetched but the author described many scenes of
extreme sexual torture.  Megan found herself rubbing herself to another
orgasm in a matter of minutes.  After allowing herself a couple of
minutes to recover she dressed, grabbed her book bag and made her way
back to where she hid the remaining bondage gear.  It took her four
trips and two hours to get the rest of the gear home.  Handling the sex
gear got her heated up and her imagination working.  She tried to
imagine where the gear had been and who had worn the cuffs, collars,
and harness.  Handling the dildos and butt plugs was especially
thrilling to her and when she tentatively sniffed at the butt plug she
could vaguely smell the scent of someone's ass along with the smell
of the rubber.  This sent a little spasm through her cunt that was
already leaking profusely from her arousal.

Megan spread her new found loot across her bed.  She was a very orderly
girl and naturally sorted the objects into groups:  the leather goods
were neatly spread near her pillow at the head of her bed; the dildos
where placed next to each other sorted neatly by length in the middle
of the bed; the butt plugs went next to the dildos also sorted by
length; next were the various clamps and clips; and finally the
magazines, tapes and disks were placed at the foot of the bed.  Megan
didn't know it at the time, but, all told, there was more than $2500
worth of bondage gear and porn spread on her bed and some of the images
she would find later on the disks weren't available commercially in
the United States anywhere - at least not legally.

Megan tentatively fingered one of the studded collars then held it up
to her throat.  She dropped it back on the bed then hurriedly stripped
off her clothes.  She stood naked before her collection of toys.  She
reached for the collar again and, biting her lower lip, buckled it
around her throat.  She wasn't even aware of the low whine that
escaped her lips as she struggled to fasten the buckle behind her neck.
 Next she awkwardly buckled a pair of cuffs to her wrists then sat on
the floor cross legged as she attached two thicker cuffs to her ankles.
 Finally she held up a tangle of leather straps and metal rings that
made up a sexy bondage harness.  She struggled to untangle the mess for
a couple of minutes before getting it into some semblance of proper
order.  She stepped through the waist belt and pulled the harness part
way up before realizing she had it on backwards.  She turned the
network of straps and tried it again pulling the straps up her legs so
that a waist belt and y shaped thong of leather framed her cunt and
rode up the crack of her ass.  The lower portion of the harness was a
thong except it had no front panel that covered her crotch - she was
completely exposed.  Her arms went into two more straps so that it
appeared she was wearing a cupless bra.  Only a couple of straps held
the cupless bra portion to the thong portion together.  It was obvious
when Megan had it on that it was fit to a taller and larger breasted
woman but she was able to adjust a few straps and buckles so that it
fit her snuggly.  It was as she was making the final adjustments that
she chanced to see herself in the mirror on her chest of drawers.  She
let out a gasp and literally almost came without even touching herself.
 Before her stood a sexy slut in bondage gear.  She realized that the
image before her would not be out of place in one of the magazines she
had been looking at and that she was as beautiful as the women in the
pictures.

Megan lifted the mirror out of its mount and leaned it against the
front of her dresser then kneeled in front of it.  The put her hands
behind the back of her head and interlaced her fingers and just looked
at her self in the mirror.  "God.  I look hot!" she thought to
herself.  She unclasped her hands and then ran her hands up her flanks
and then to her tits.  She grasped her nipples between her fingers and
began to roll them.  She gradual began to pinch them harder and harder
eventually digging her finger nails into the pebble hard nipples.  Her
breath was become ragged.  She dropped one hand down, slipping a finger
then two into her juicy cunt and she continued to pinch her nipples
with the other - alternating from one nipple to the other.  Finally
she jammed a third finger into her twat and ground her clit into her
pubic bone with the heel of her thumb.  She slipped her other hand to
the crack of her ass running her finger along the whole length of the
crack.  She paused at the asshole and tried unsuccessfully to push her
finger into her virgin asshole.  She spit in the hand and smeared the
saliva into the crinkled bud.  She tried again to push her finger into
the tight hole.  She eased her finger slowly into her ass channel while
frantically fingering her pussy.  After pushing her finger as deep as
it would go she pulled out and tried again with two fingers.  She
grunted against the pain but was determined to work the two fingers
into her bung hole.  She bit her lower lip and pushed hard driving the
fingers through her anal ring causing pain to shoot through her ass.
She quickly withdrew her fingers blinking back the tears.  She was
determined to take the fingers though and went back to work a little
more gingerly.  Finally she managed to ease the fingers in.  She
started to pump her fingers into both of her orifices while watching
herself in the mirror.  Her orgasm hit her suddenly - coursing through
her body and causing her to squeal loudly.  Her asshole clutched and
unclutched at the fingers fucking her ass channel.  Her cunt spasmed
and leaked juices down her thighs and wrist.  She fell back onto her
heels her breath ragged and eyes clinched shut humping at the fingers
twisting in her vagina.  Finally she relaxed and eased the fingers from
her two holes.  She sniffed at the fingers that had fucked her twat
then put them in her mouth as she sniffed at the fingers that had been
in her ass.  She pulled the finger from her mouth and impulsively
replaced them with the fingers that had been fucking her ass.  "Man,
I've become so depraved," she thought to herself.

She recovered a little and then crawled to her bed.  She wasn't
through yet.  She still had two hours before her parents got home and
was determined to use the time to explore more of the gear.  She
grabbed the two smallest dildos and a pair of nipple clips from the bed
and a bottle of hand lotion from the nightstand next to her bed and
returned to her place before the mirror.  She poured a line of lotion
along the length of the skinniest dildo then coated the fake cock
evenly with the lotion.  She put more on her finger and rubbed it onto
her asshole.  Megan put the tip of the dildo to her ass bud and pushed
slowly.  The dildo wasn't much wider than her two fingers and eased
in easily.  She took the second dildo and slowly eased it into her
pussy until she reached her hymen.  She only hesitated briefly before
pushing past and busting her cherry.  It pinched a little but not
nearly as bad as she imagined it would be.  She was fascinated by the
reflection of more and more of the tool disappearing into her body.  It
was a small dildo and she had it buried deep enough into her cunt that
the end was almost flush with her pubic mound.  She then reached down
and got the nipple clamps.  First she testing the bite on her fingers
then she raised the clamps to her nipples and slowly eased them on.
They bit into her nipples but not so severely that she couldn't take
the pain.  If anything the pain was exhilarating.  She looked at her
image in the mirror.  She reached down to the end of the dildo barely
visible between the swollen lips of her vagina.  She thought to twist
the tool around in her cunt but was actually turning the on switch
built into the base of the vibrator.  She hadn't even been aware it
was a vibrator and the buzzing sensation caused her to gasp in
surprise.  "Unghhh....My God," she groaned as the tool buzzed in
her twat.  She grabbed a dildo in each hand and started to pump them,
alternately filling her ass and her twat with the fake cocks.  A thin
sheen of sweat showed on her body as she frantically fucked herself.
Another orgasm built and swept over her.  She fell backward lying back
on the ground with her legs doubled up under her humping her crotch
into the air as the orgasm shook her.

She lay like that several minutes - panting - trying to catch her
breath.  "I'm so nasty," she thought to herself feeling a twinge
of guilt, but then giggled and started to ease the dildo out of her
puss.  She pulled the dildo out of her ass and laid it aside.  She
unsnapped the clamps from her nipples and gasped at the pain.  The
blood rushing back to the nipples livening the numbed nerves sending a
shock of pain into the girl.  It hurt worse taking them off than having
them on!  She would have to remember that for later she thought to
herself.  "Snapping them off when I cum would give me an extra
blast," she thought.  She was already thinking like a pain slut.

She removed the harness, collars and cuffs; cleaned took the dildo she
had in her ass; put away all of her gear; and dressed in preparation
for her parents coming home.  She spent the afternoon watching TV with
her parents until it was time to go to bed.  That night she read the
last of her paperbacks.  A little larger dildo and the nipple clamps
where in the bed beside her as she started reading.  This last story
was about a teacher who had posed for nude photos to earn money to get
through college.  While teaching high school years later one of her
female students blackmails her after finding pictures of the teacher in
her dad's porn collection.  The story was very raunchy with the
student putting her teacher into all kinds of humiliating public
situations and putting her through a steadily raunchier set of tests.
While reading the story Megan worked the dildo into her juicy pussy
then clamped the clips onto her nipples.  Megan came hard when the
story got to the point where the girl made the teacher suck her pussy
while she pissed in her mouth.  Her pussy spasmed around the dildo.
She definitely was turned on by piss references.  It was so sinful and
nasty.  She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and with the clamps still
pinching her nipples she went to her bathroom.  She stepped into the
tub then lay down and raised herself onto her shoulders as if in
position to do the bicycle peddling exercise.  With a grunt she
released a spray of piss into the air that went over her head then
arced to her forehead before she pinched off the flow.  She tried again
and this time successfully aimed the stray so that it came down on her
face and mouth.  She drank at the stream noisily.  When it finally
tapered off the flow fell onto her chest and then barely left her pussy
and leaked down her stomach.  She let her legs fall down and lay
gasping from the exertion of holding the position for so long.  She
licked her lips savoring the remaining drops piss as she rubbed the
piss into her body.  She felt so sinful and nasty as she lay there in
her own urine.  Finally she rose and dried herself and went back to her
room still smelling of piss.  She pulled the clamps off of her nipples
and reveled in the sting as the blood and feeling returned to her
budding tits.  She put away the toys and book and went to sleep.  She
slept soundly and woke when her mom called her for breakfast the next
morning.

Megan could smell the dried piss on herself.  She jumped out of bed and
showered quickly before going down for breakfast.  She spent the day
like any other Sunday lounging around the house.  In the afternoon she
helped her parents do yard work.  Throughout the day she was distracted
by thoughts of sex.  She couldn't wait to go to bed and fuck herself
again.  That night she masturbated again but went to sleep early.  The
next day would start her last week in high school.  The last week was
half days.  She was able to get home and have heavy masturbation
sessions that lasted hours every afternoon.  The first day she grabbed
the VHS tape and went down to the living room with two dildos and her
favorite nipple clamps.  She put the tape in and began watching.  It
seemed to be an amateur video of a beautiful woman with short dark hair
dominating a beautiful younger blonde woman.  The dominant woman put
the younger woman through all of the torments that Megan had read about
over the last few days.  She was tied up and spanked.  Her nipples were
clamped and she was forced to eat the woman's pussy.  She was
disappointed that the younger girl was never made to drink the other
woman's piss but enjoyed the tape immensely.  She brought herself off
several times during the week viewing the tape over and over again.  It
wasn't until the third time she watched the tape that she realized
that the harness the brunette was wearing and all of the other toys
were the same ones she found in the duffle bag.  It really excited her
to know that she was using the same dildos on herself that the women
had used on each other.  During the school day she was a million miles
away fantasizing.  She began to imagine herself as the younger woman in
the tape.  When she got home she put her self through her fantasies as
best she could without being really tied up.  She was stretching her
pussy and ass with gradually larger dildos and even gave the smallest
of the butt plugs a try.

The week ended and she went to graduation.  A used Honda with a giant
bow sat in the drive way when she got home.  She would be starting at
Central State University there in her hometown in the fall and would
need a car to get to and from classes.  The plan was for her to get her
general education classes out of the way at Central State and then
finish her degree at the State University which was in the state
capital a couple of hours away in "the City."  She was very happy
and hugged her parents affectionately.  To earn money for gas she
started working at her father's auto body shop during the summer
answering phones and keeping the place clean.  The summer flew by with
the days filled with working and the nights filled with progressively
raunchier masturbation sessions.  She was becoming more and more
obsessed with the gear and books she had found.  She only wished she
could get a DVD player and PC to see the DVDs and CD disks.  Both
wishes were answered when she got a PC for her 18th birthday at the end
of July.  Her parents bought her a PC to help with her college courses
in the fall.  She unpacked the boxes and with her dad's help hooked
the machine up.  She was able to get the internet connection with a
little help from tech support she was off and running on the world wide
web.  That night after her parents went to sleep she pulled out the DVD
and the CDs that were in the duffle bag.  The DVD had a collection of
lesbian scenes from various porn movies.  They showed everything from
conventional lesbian sex to some severe bondage and S&M scenes.  The
CDs were of more interest to Megan.  A couple of the CDs showed the
blond girl from her VHS tape and a couple of other women too.  All of
the women were photographed in the same setting - Megan assumed it
was the dominant brunette's home.  The other CDs showed various jpgs
that had been mined off of the internet of women alone, lesbian sex,
and lots of bondage scenes.

One day at work Megan followed a customer into the garage's only
bathroom.  He apparently had a particularly bad aim when pissing and
succeeded in spraying the entire seat of the toilet with piss.  Megan
looked down at the piss then impulsively kneeled down in front of the
toilet and began licking the piss off of the seat.  "God.  I'm such
a fucking pervert," she thought to herself as she licked the piss and
savored the taste of the urine.  It made her feel so nasty.  After that
incident she started watching out for customers to leave the bathroom
and followed them in hoping to find a few drops that had missed their
target.  She found herself obsessing more and more over sex and piss.
Her sentiments had gradually shifted over the summer.  At first she
wondered what would make a woman submit to being tied up and used and
even photographed.  She assumed they were all drug addicts or had major
psychological issues.  Then she started wondering what they felt when
they were being tied up and photographed.  And finally she wondered
what it would feel like to be in the situation herself.  It seems like
a subtle point but it was quite significant - the difference between
what the women were feeling to what it would feel like to have it
happen to herself.  She wanted to experience the sensations herself and
was becoming obsessed with getting herself into the position to have
the experience.

When summer finally ended it was time to start classes at the
university.  The week prior to classes she attended a couple of
freshman orientation classes to get her acquainted with the university
- where the library was, where the cafeteria was etc...  There were
students of both sexes and every race but what surprised Megan was the
range of ages at the orientations.  Finally the first day of classes
came.  Megan attended her first Computer Science class.  After a brief
introduction in which the teacher told the class his expectations and
handed out the syllabus the teacher got right into the material and by
the end of the hour Megan had her first college homework assignment.
At the end of the class the teacher took them all to the computer lab
for a brief orientation.  "You'll be spending a great deal of time
here if you plan on majoring in Computer Science," the teacher
assured them.  Megan lingered in the lab after class let out and lost
track of time.  She ended up having to hurry to make her second class,
History, and ended up being one of the last students to arrive.  She
wound up sitting at the back of the class.  When the teacher handed out
the syllabus there weren't enough and he told the three students who
didn't get one to meet him in his office after class to get copies
for themselves.  Again after a brief introduction the teacher started
on what America was like before Europeans arrived.  At the end of the
class he assigned a chapter of reading.  Megan and the two others
followed the teacher to his office on the next floor in the History
Department office area.  It was here that she made the most exciting
discovery of her first day in college.  When passing through the office
lounge she chanced to look into one of the other offices and saw who
she was sure was the brunette from the VHS tape.  Her knees buckled and
she almost fell over causing a little bit of a commotion.  One of the
other students asked if she was alright and she said she only tripped
on the carpet.  The Professor, Sabrina Campbell, according to her door
sign looked up from her desk.  Megan was sure it was her.  Her hair had
grown out a little but there was no doubt.  Megan got her syllabus and
lingered in the small lounge area.  She positioned herself on a couch
across from the entry to Professor Campbell's office and watched her
while she pretended to read the schedule and grading policy.  When
Sabrina rose from her desk to teach her first class of the semester she
passed Megan and smiled at her.  She was wearing a pants suit that was
very professional but left no doubt that the wearer was hot.  Megan's
heart was aflutter.  She was experiencing what romantics call love at
first sight although she had seen Sabrina Campbell in quite intimate
situations already.

Megan didn't even remember driving home.  She ran into her room and
got the VHS tape and her favorite toys and ran downstairs to make sure
it was Professor on the tape.  She noticed a small mole on the upper
lip of the Professor and it was on the brunette on the tape.  She
masturbated fiercely.  How to introduce herself to the Professor
occupied her mind.  She decided she would just tell the Professor that
she had found the bag.  The next day she attended her Tuesday/Thursday
classes for the first time.  She walked by the History building but
could not bring herself to enter and go up to the offices.  On
Wednesday she had to enter for her history class.  She sat through her
class totally distracted.  She embarrassed herself when she was called
upon by the teacher and hadn't even heard the question.  After her
class she went up to the History Department with her heart racing
determined to approach the beautiful professor.  She lingered in the
lounge area near Sabrina's door trying to muster up the courage to
enter.  Finally Sabrina came out for her class.  She was running a
little late and almost ran over Megan.

"Can I help you," Professor Campbell asked a little bit annoyed.
Her bitchy side, the side that reveled in abusing young women like
Megan, showed itself briefly.

"Um...no, I'm sorry," stammered Megan. "I was just waiting on
my Professor to give me a copy of an article," Megan lied.

"Damn," Megan thought to herself.  Her shyness and hesitancy had
caused her to miss an opportunity.

She went home chastising herself for being so shy and awkward.  She
promised herself that she would tell the professor that she had found
the duffle bag Friday.  The two days between crept by.  She masturbated
late into the each night fantasizing about being abused by the
Professor.  She tried desperately to pay attention during her history
class.  She didn't want a repeat of the embarrassment of the previous
class.  The time crept by.  Megan checked the clock only to check it
again and find only a minute had passed.  She composed her introduction
to the beautiful professor several times in her mind and obsessed about
the delivery of her line "I found some personal material belonging to
you," or "I found a bag of your sex toys," or "Could I talk to
you about a personal matter."  She decided that the "I found some
personal material belonging to you" would be the best line.  Finally
class ended and she went up to the History Department lounge.  She
lingered in the lounge doing her best to muster up her courage but just
couldn't make herself enter the office.  Finally the Professor exited
her office to teach her class glancing only casually at the young girl
and noting that she sure seemed to spend a lot of time in the lounge.
Megan had failed again.  She walked down to her car with tears of
frustration building in her eyes.  She cursed her shyness.  She got in
the car and started crying from shame and frustration.  She started to
drive home.  About half way home she stopped the car and turned around.
 She resolved to wait in the lounge until Sabrina returned from her
class.  She arrived back at the History building and almost didn't
get out of her car after parking.  Finally she took a deep breath and
swung the door open and started walking towards the building on shaky
legs with her heart beating rapidly.  She went to the History
Department.  She still had 40 minutes to kill before the professors
class would be over.  She found a schedule of classes and went to the
classroom the Professor was teaching and peeked in.  Sabrina Campbell
had been teaching for several years and was quite comfortable in front
of the 40 odd students in the room.  She moved comfortably between the
projector and chalk boards expounding on Ancient European history, her
specialty.  Megan walked around the History building full of anxiety
for the remainder of the period then moved toward the class when it was
ending.  The class let out.  Students streamed out of the class and the
professor, in deep conversation with two of her students, followed
them.  The professor and the students moved towards her office with
Megan following at a distance.  Megan's frustration and anxiety only
increased as the students followed Sabrina into her office continuing
their conversation.  Megan stood in the hall outside the offices and
waited in frustration.  Finally, after twenty minutes, the two students
left the professor alone.  She mustered up her courage and entered the
complex of offices and approached Sabrina's door.  She entered the
office and Sabrina was gathering her purse and keys to depart for
lunch.  She heard Megan enter and looked up.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Um...I found a...uh...I found a bag," Megan stammered.

"Excuse me?" Sabrina replied.  She hadn't heard the mumbling
girl.

"Um...I found a bag," Megan managed to stammer out again a little
louder.

"The lost and found is in the Admin building across the street,"
replied Sabrina, "I think they can help you."

"No, I think I found a bag of your...ahh...personal stuff last May on
the highway at the edge of town," mumbled Megan.

This caused Sabrina to drop her keys on her desk and for a brief second
to lose her composure.  But if nothing else Sabrina was cool headed.
She knew it was better to stay quiet and compose oneself than to babble
something without thinking.  Often the other person became unnerved and
starting talking again.  And that's exactly what happened today.

"Uh...I still have all of the stuff," Megan said.  "I haven't
shown it to anyone," she blurted blushing.

This gave Sabrina a few brief seconds to look Megan up and down and to
assess the situation.  The girl was obviously very young, probably a
freshman.  She wore jeans but not as tight or low slung as the current
fashion and a blouse that was buttoned almost all the way up but could
not hide that Megan had small breasts.  Her face was pretty and her
mousy brown hair was long, straight and very beautiful.

Based on Megan's demeanor Sabrina decided to gamble.  She sat at her
desk drew a scrap of paper and pen from a drawer and began writing.
She rose and handed the paper to Megan.  "Here's my address and
phone number.  Tomorrow is Saturday.  Bring the bag by at 08:30 or call
if you can't make it," she said confidently.

Megan took the paper and held it in her sweaty hand.

"I have to go," Sabrina said recovering her keys and picking up her
purse.  "I have an afternoon class and errands to run.  See you in
the morning," she said beginning to move toward the door herding
Megan out also.  "Oh, what did you say your name was?" she asked.

"Umm....Megan Anderson ma'am," Megan replied.  Sabrina strode
from the offices in confident wide strides as contrasted to Megan who
shuffled from the office looking down at the paper in her hand.  The
address was on a county road out past where Megan lived on the state
highway.

Megan walked to her car and began to drive home.  She drove out past
her house to the county road to make sure she could find it the next
morning.  It was a dirt road as many of the smaller farm roads were.
She found the house.  It was a ranch style sitting several hundred
yards from the road.  Megan was surprised at how large the house was.
She didn't realize professors got paid well enough to own a home so
large.  A large metal building stood about a hundred feet from the
house with a hedgerow obscuring the path from the house to the barn.
An old pickup stood near the barn.  

End of Part One A

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