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Subject: {ASSM} Back to School   Pt. 2  MF lt. bond con rom
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This story is for the private enjoyment of the
audience.  I have no idea whether the hypotheses about
prostitution and bondage have been confirmed by
research.  Any resemblence to actual people or
incidents is purely coincidental.   Enjoy.

Don 


	Paul postponed his language qualifying exam until he
returned from a vacation in France.  The French women
were initially cold towards him until they realized he
was serious about learning their language and culture
and he had not voted for George Bush.  He even visited
the Netherlands, including a night with one of their
high priced prostitutes. 
	When he returned from France, he had a year to
doctoral dissertation topic, draft a detailed
proposal, and choose a committee to review and approve
it. If he failed within the year, he would have to
leave the university with just a master's degree.   He
wanted to do something on prostitution and vice squads
from the period between the Civil War and World War I.
  He believed that enforcement became much stricter
during this period, and he wanted to figure out why.  
	He wanted Martha Stuart to direct the project. 
Stuart was an Associate Professor of American History,
with expertise on marriage and the family.  She was
slightly older than Paul, and was divorced.  She had a
feminist perspective that Paul did not share, but he
was sure he could work with her.
	The University rules required that someone from
outside the History Department also be involved on the
committee.  After discussing it with Martha, Paul
decided to approach Marge Simpson, Assistant Professor
of Sociology.  He had taken a seminar with Simpson on
sociology of deviance.  In the seminar, he had covered
prostitution, wanted to learn more about it.   He
found Marge far more attractive and interesting than
most graduate students.  They flirted innocently
during the seminar, but dating between student and
teacher was against university rules.  These rules
were often violated anyway.
	Paul visited Marge in her office.
	He said, "Marge, I have something important to ask
you.  I am planning to do my dissertation on the
history of prostitution after the Civil War.  I was
wondering if you would serve on my committee to offer
a contemporary perspective?"
	She replied, "I am interested in this, but I have a
few questions.   Are you going to assume that all
prostitutes were being exploited?"
	"Most were, but not all.  They knew what they were
doing.   They were exploited more for being poor than
for being prostitutes. "
	"Weren't they exploited more than men?"
	"Not necessarily.  Poor men were exploited too, by
working as coal miners or steel workers."
	"And that's okay?"
	"Exploiting another human being is never okay,
regardless of gender."
	"Do you have a political perspective on this?   Are
you a socialist?"
	"I am not a feminist or a socialist. I am just
interested in the problem from an intellectual point
of view.   I am a libertarian.  People, including
prostitutes, can do as they please, as long as they
are not hurting themselves or others."
	"Have you ever visited a prostitute for sex?"
	"That is not really a fair question, but yes."
	"Does visiting a prostitute differ from sex with a
date or girlfriend?"
	"It is just payment for services rendered.  A
girlfriend involves feelings and mutuality." 
	"Doesn't sex just involve relations of masculine
power?"
	"All human interactions involve some sort of power. 
Sometimes the woman has more power, sometimes the
man." 
	"I'd like to talk to you more about this, but it's
getting late."
	"Do you want to continue at dinner?   I live just
across the river."
	"Okay.  So do I."
	They walked to a restaurant on Rittenhouse square.
When they were seated, she asked, "I'm curious about
you, too.   I looked at your personal folder.  You
have a long gap between your undergraduate years and
coming to Penn."   
	"I took a few years off to earn some money."
	"But you are not taking any stipend now.  How are you
paying for this?"
	"As I said, I took some time to earn some money."
	"Can you afford to pay $30,000 without batting an
eyelash?"
	"I bat a few eyelashes.  I spend money in order to do
what I want.  I like doing this.  I enjoy solving
intellectual problems."
	"What are you going to do after you get your degree?"
	"I have not decided yet.  Maybe teach.  Maybe go into
publishing.  Maybe nothing." 
	"Do you have enough money just to do nothing?"
	"I was very fortunate on my investments."
	"Without getting too personal, how much do you have?"
	"I restructured my portfolio to make it more
conservative, but last year I cleared about $400,000. 
 Most of my investments were in real estate, and the
market has been going up rapidly, so I decided to cash
out and go back to school."
	After dinner, she said, "Yes, I'd be glad to serve on
your committee.  Just promise me you will never become
a sociologist."
	"Why not?"
	"Because I was married to a sociologist, and it was
not good.  I could never get away from the office.  
University politics and professional conflicts
intruded into our private lives.  I promised myself I
would never marry one again.  Besides, he cheated on
me.  "
	He paid for dinner and then walked her to her
apartment building.  
	She said, "I just have a one bedroom condo.  Since my
divorce I can't afford anything nicer."
	When they got there, he reached over and gave her a
passionate kiss.  
	"What was that about?" she asked, surprised.
	"I just want to relate to you as a woman as well as
an intellectual.  If you consider that harassment or
don't want to be on my committee, I understand."
	"I'll have to talk to Martha about it."
   	Except her former husband, Marge had never had a
man interested in both her body and her mind.   Even
her former husband was more interested in the mind,
while men she dated in college were more interested in
her body.   She realized that Paul was different, both
in terms of his lack of professional ambition and
personal values. 
	A few days later, Marge sent an e-mail to Paul
indicating that she would serve on his committee and
that would not be a barrier to seeing him socially.  
Paul took that as an opportunity to ask her for a
date.   They went to symphonies and plays.  Each was
happy to have someone to do things with.   The dates
ended with a nice kiss, but Paul did not want to rush
things.  He was genuinely attracted to Marge, and did
not want to blow it.   She felt the same way.
	After several dates, Marge wondered it the
relationship was leading anywhere.   She had not had
any real relationships, and very few dates, since
divorcing her husband two years earlier. Maybe this
would be her chance to explore an affair with a man
without getting her professional ego involved.  
	After a wonderful concert, he walked her back to her
apartment.   He leaned over to kiss her goodnight, but
instead she said, "It's early.  Do you want to come up
for a drink?'
	"I'd be delighted."
	They took the elevator to her condo.   
	She said, "Do you want some sweet sherry?"
	She put some classical music on her CD. She poured
two glasses, and sat on the couch.  
	"To friendship," he saluted.
	They sat on the couch, relaxing, and listening to the
music.   He leaned next to her.  He kissed her, with
increasing passion.  She returned the kisses, letting
him do what he wanted.  He put his hand on her
breasts, and pushing her down on the couch.  He lay on
top of her, fondling her body through her blouse and
slacks.  
	She started to laugh, saying, "Here we are, making
out on the couch like a couple of teenagers.  What do
you want to do?"
	"Do anything to make you feel good."
`	"Do you want to do it here or in the bedroom?"
	"The bedroom.  We're both adults."	
	She led him to her bedroom.   
	"First, let me go to the bathroom."
	When she emerged, she had already removed her blouse
and slacks, stripping down to her underwear.  He went
to kiss her again, and then moved behind her to unhook
her bra.  He felt her stiff tits, making her feel
special.   He then moved in front of her again, and
sat on the bed.
	He observed, "You have a great looking body.  So
sexy.  I want to devour your beauty."
	He kissed her breasts again, and then pulled her down
on the bed.  He slowly kissed her entire body, moving
over her arms, chest, and abdomen.   When he got to
her waist, he reached into her panties.   He gently
rolled them off.   He kissed her pussy, which added to
her glow.
	He said, "I am now going down on you until you are
ready to fly to the moon."
	"Do what ever you want with me."
	He began his oral assault on her pussy.   He licked
and sucked on her labia.  He used his tongue on her
sensitive clitoris.  
	"How does that feel?" he asked.
	"Terrific. Don't stop," she said, moaning.
	He resumed licking her clit.   Her moaning got
louder, and her breathing quicker. She put her hands
on her nipples, while he maintained his consuming her
pussy.  She put her hands on his head, as if to
increase the pressure. 
	She suddenly screamed, " Oh yes! You're bringing me
off."  
	Her abdomen tensed and heaved as it suddenly released
wave after wave of pleasure.  When he felt her relax,
he emerged from between her legs, and lay beside her.
	She said, softly, "You were wonderful.  That deserves
a reward.  Let me undress you."
	"You may do what ever you want."
	She slowly removed all his clothes, and piled them on
a chair.   She kissed him, but paid special attention
to his prick.  As it grew to full height and
stiffness, she remarked, "This is going to be
special."
	She went down on him, kissing him the way that he
kissed her.  She was not the most skilled cock-sucker,
but her mouth and hand were sufficient to get him very
aroused.
	She asked, "Do you want me to bring you off?"
	"I have a better idea.  There is a condom in my
wallet.  Put it on me and we can both have fun."
	She retrieved the condom and covered him with it.  He
leaned over her and fondled her pussy some more. 
	She sighed, "Put it in.  Do me.  Don't keep me
waiting."
	He easily entered her tight pussy.   He thrust
slowly, wanting her to enjoy it as much as possible.  

	She urged, "Do it to me.  Fill me up."
	She pulled her legs up, until they rested on his
back.  He pushed in, pulling up her body.   He varied
his rhythm, sometimes moving faster, and sometimes
moving slower.
It sent her over the edge.   She yelled and screamed,
as the bed rocked beneath them.  
	He eased up enough for her to relax slightly, and
then resumed his hammering.  
Soon, she was on the edge, again, screaming.   This
time he did not relax.  The heat on his prick was too
great.  He moved like a jackhammer, faster and faster.

	"Are you ready?" he said grunting.
	"Yes, I'm here. Fill me." 
	He poured his sex into her, setting her off one more
time.  He held her tight, as pulse after pulse of
exquisite pleasure burst forth.  Finally, he was able
to relax, and pull out of her.
	She sighed, "Paul, that was fantastic."
	He replied, "Let me deal with his condom, and then we
can talk."
	When he emerged from the bathroom, he lay down next
to her.  	
	He said, "Thank you.  You are a very good lover."
	She replied, "Thank you.  That was the best sex I had
since my divorce."
	She got up to retrieve the wine from the living room.
 They sat on the bed for half an hour.   
	She said, "I wish I could ask you to stay, but I have
a meeting tomorrow morning."
	He said, "I understand. I didn't even bring a
toothbrush.  But I hope we can do this again soon.  It
was wonderful."
	Paul got dressed and went home.  But that was the
beginning of a beautiful friendship.   
	They started dating regularly.  However, they only
slept together once or twice a week.   They never
slept over two nights in a row, because they were
involved in their research.   After living by himself
for so many years, Paul was not yet ready to give up
his privacy, and Marge was still feeling the impact of
her divorce.  Nevertheless, they began leaving
personal items at each other's apartments, so each
could dress properly after spending the night in
passionate sex.
 	After a month of dating, Marge indicated she was
going back on the pill.
	She said, "We've been together long enough, so as
we're exclusive we'll be safe.  I think it is more
spontaneous and sensuous if we don't have to reach for
a condom every time."
	Paul replied, "I am not used to being exclusive with
just one woman, but you make it worth it. "
	Eventually Martha and his committee accepted Paul's
research proposal.
	Paul tried to help Marge with her research. As an
expert in sex and power, she had been studying
sado-masochist and bondage relations.  She took two of
her graduate students to a bondage convention to
interview participants and study the relationships.  
The graduate students, Ken and Barbi, really got into
it, but Marge strove for a more professional attitude.
 When she returned, she discussed her experience with
Paul.
	She reported, "Most of the dominant partners are male
and most the submissive partners are female, but there
are numerous exceptions."
	"Can a person switch roles?   Can a dominant become
submissive?"
	"It is possible, but not frequent.   Generally the
roles are a feature of the relationship."
	"Does the dominant partner actually dominate the
relationship?"
	"Surprisingly, no.  The submissive partner has a safe
word, which will stop the dominant from doing what he
is doing.  So the submissive controls the
relationship."
	"What happens if the dominant does not stop after
hearing the safe word?"
	"Then he is not playing by the rules.  That is the
difference between bondage and sex abuse."
	"How do you feel about it personally?"
	"Well, pain and humiliation are not a turn ons for
me."
	"Nor for me."
	"However, I am interested in issues of power."
	"I'm not as into power as you are."
	"I think you are more into it than you realize. Let
me show you some of the devices I bought at the
conference."
	She pulled out a pile of sex toys, including dildoes,
a vibrator, masks, muzzles, handcuffs, whips, and anal
plugs.   Paul hoped that she did not charge the haul
to her research budget.  
	Paul asked, "Would you be interested in trying some
of this stuff?"
	"As I said, I'm not into pain. But I might like to
explore aspects of my sexuality with someone I trust."
	"Do you trust me?"
	"Completely."
	"Then pack some of this stuff for our vacation."
	A few weeks later, they vacationed for a week in
South Florida during the school break.  Paul chose an
upscale resort.   He rented a sports car, so they
would arrive in style.  They were both looking forward
to the vacation, because they had been working hard. 
But they were nervous, because it would their first
extended time together. They registered as Mr. Bunyan
and Dr. Simpson.
	Marge was impressed by the size of the room, by the
view of the ocean, and by the Jacuzzi in the bathroom.

	She exclaimed, "This is what I get for having a rich
boyfriend."
	They each unpacked, and changed clothes for dinner. 
Marge wore a pants suit and top, which opened half way
down her chest.  Paul wore a standard blazer and
chinos. 
	When they returned from dinner and a pleasant walk
along the ocean, Paul admired her outfit.
	"Darling, you look beautiful tonight. Just
ravishing."
	"Then ravish me."
	He grabbed her by the arms.  He roughly pulled down
her suit and opened her top.  She was not wearing a
bra.  He opened the drawer and extracted a set of
fur-lined handcuffs. 
	"Bitch, your safe word is ocean, " he hissed. 
	He pulled down her panties and forced her to kneel on
the floor in front of a chair.  He used the cuffs to
tie her to the chair legs.  He then rapidly pulled off
his own clothes and sat in the chair in front of her. 
 He grabbed her by her ponytail.
	He commanded, "Bitch, get to work on my prick."
	He pulled her until her mouth was in contact with his
penis.  She opened her lips to engulf him. He used his
hands on her head to control her movements.   Her
pressure caused his prick to rapidly expand and
harden.
	He asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
	"Yes, do me."
	"Do what?"
	"Do it to me."
	"Say fuck me."	
	"Have sex with me."
	"Don't beat around the bush like a prissy academic. 
Say fuck me.  Say put your prick in my cunt."
	"Fuck me. Please fuck me."
	"My sweet bitch, I'm going to fuck you like a bitch. 
I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to
walk."
	Marge long had a fantasy of being tied up and force
to perform kinky sex.  One of the reasons her marriage
failed was her husband believed that passionate sex
was for bimbos, and not educated, intelligent women. 
Now her new boyfriend was fulfilling her secret wish.
	Paul knelt behind her.   His finger in her pussy
indicated that she was excited, moist, and ready.  He
thrust her prick deep inside.  He felt excited that he
was able to hammer his new girlfriend.  
	Marge inhaled, as if to suck him in deeper. 
	"That feels so good.  Fuck me," she yelled.
	He pinched her tits and then used them as levers to
pull her to him.  Her breathing increased, until she
was panting.  He pulled on her ponytail.  
	She yelled, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Oh my God!  Fuck
me!"
	He jammed into her as deep as possible, and then
almost pulled out.  He continued to jam and pull, each
time faster and faster.  Her body began to convulse
with an orgasm that originated deep in her abdomen,
and spread pleasure over her entire body.
	"You're making me cum!" she exclaimed.
	He continued to pound her buttocks until he felt he
was going to explode, also,
	"More, More," he grunted, squeezing his abdomen, as
jolts of cum sparked out his prick.  
	When he was finished, he pulled out of her.
	She fell forward onto the floor, spent.
	Finally she said, "That was terrific, but I wouldn't
believe you would tie me up like that."
	"You're not really tied up."
	He picked up the chair, and she easily retrieved her
arms.  He unhooked the cuffs.
	"Let's shower and get ready for bed," he said.
	They showered together, each helping to clean the
other's erogenous areas.  
	They went to bed for the night, lying naked in each
other's arms.   But their kissing and fondling aroused
their interest.  He moved on top of her.  He was
confident he could get fully aroused.
	He whispered,  "I want you again."
	"Yes, darling."
	He entered slowly this time.  
	He said,  "Let's take our time."
	He moved slow and deep.  She pushed up at him, to
increase the pressure.  
	She whispered, "This feels so good.  You are in so
deep; I can feel you in my mouth. "
	He thrust deep into her womb.   She slowly warmed
with pleasure, until she was burning.   
	"Oh Paul, I'm cumming again," she sighed.
	He continued his slow deep thrusts.  His prick
expanded until it filled every inch of her cavity.  He
knew he could maintain this for some time.  However,
eventually the pressure was too much.  His prick
popped open like a water balloon.  His ejaculation was
shorter and sharper than before, but just as much
pleasure.  
	"Are you ready?" he asked.
	"Yes, darling, I'm here for you.  Full me up."  She
sighed.
	They reached the peak together.  She squeezed his
back while he gripped her shoulders.  They felt merged
into the other.  When he relaxed, he pulled out and
lay next to her.
	She said, "Each time with you is better and better. 
You are outdoing yourself."
	He asked, "Which do you prefer, fast and kinky, or
slow and loving?"
	"I like both ways with you.   We can alternate."
	"We can even explore other ways and positions."
	"Yes, sex with you is fantastic.   We can even fuck."
	They had sex 10 times during the week vacation, using
her toys and exploring other positions for half of
them.  When they returned, they were a couple.   They
spent three or four nights together every week,
alternating apartments. They planned to move in
together when she got tenure and he got his doctorate.

	



	
		
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