It happened every semester. A smitten student started his flirtatious advances and then grew totally bothersome with unrelenting pursuit; so bothersome that she would be forced to resort to the bulb.

Ah, yes, the bulb. Buried among old props and costumes, Susanna Wilshire, the drama teacher, had discovered it a few years ago. Wrapped inside sheets of yellowed newspaper with a brief note of warning, the bulb sat unused for years.

Ah, the bulb. Quite an object for providing relief from insistent suitors.

Yes, the bulb. Just the object for granting a little naughty fun.

The bulb...time to use the bulb again.

Despite the age difference of at least ten years, each of her admirers found an irresistible attraction, a pull, a desire to become closer and more personal. Rob was no different. He felt the same urges and he moved toward the same goal, but Susanna found him to be quite the turn-off; actually, she found him to be downright obnoxious. Where the past young men sought a moment of intimacy and chased a romantic fantasy in hopes of fulfilling it, Rob viewed it more as a rumble in the sheets for a quick suck and fuck and he made no bones about it.

However, his cruder actions, more vulgar terms, and straightforward approach caused a bone of contention for Susanna. Every contact he initiated turned sour for her.

His use of her first name, a minor infraction, but a sign of disrespect nonetheless, was bad enough. But when he took it upon himself to shorten it to Sue or Susie, she would cringe with disdain at the very sound and automatically reject anything he said afterward.

His greedy eyes constantly followed her every move. His slimy tongue reached for her as he spoke. That stare and those licks made her feel naked both physically and mentally as if he were raping her body and mind. The chill up her spine always left her with a feeling of contempt instead of the affectionate one he implored.

When Rob dared to touch her shoulder during the last class, Susanna had decided that the bulb must intervene.

She read the warning as she prepared the lighting fixture. "The soft blue beam cast from this bulb will empower the recipient with control over the first person to which he makes eye contact."

Susanna, unsure of how or why this bulb embodied a person with such control, was sure that it did indeed do just that. Although she had no proof of what had happened after she directed the bulb's blue beam on her previous aggressive students, she did know that certain girls had begun showing signs of submission and obedience, and each of her infatuated pursuers had ceased his chase for her.

As she tightened the bulb, students began to filter into the auditorium. Susanna called Rob and Tracey to the stage. He skipped the steps so fast that the momentum from his run brought him to a sliding stop right smack in front of Susanna. He smirked so close into her face that she could smell his cigarette smoke breath and almost feel the drool on his lips.

She rolled her eyes in disgust and explained what their roles would be for this class. After thirty seconds to prepare for the ad-lib, she announced, "Places," and turned on the bulb, which was aimed at Rob. But she forgot to avert her eyes!

Stuck like glue, their eyes stayed locked onto each other's. Rob sensed an unfamiliar connection with his teacher. He stared for a few wanton moments as Susanna blankly gazed back at him. She, too, felt a transformation, an unlikely submission to the one she had loathed more than all the others.

Tracey began her unrehearsed line, which drew Rob's attention over to her. For the next ten minutes, they exchanged conversation in their role-playing while Susanna slowly combated her surrender enough to figure a way out of this ridiculous situation.

She excused the class early with some monotone mumblings about tomorrow and asked Tracey to see her. As Rob cut between them to leave, he exhaled a command deep into Susanna's ear, "Pleasure me after the game tonight."

A sickening shiver spread down that side of her body. With an automatic nod of affirmation, Susanna silently watched Rob saunter off the stage.

She pulled a bubbly, bouncy and boisterous Tracey to the side and quickly shined the bulb on herself as she stared into the perplexed eyes of her savior. Then Susanna commanded, "Tracey, after the game tonight, you will dress like a cheerleader. You will find Rob and show him the pleasures of a woman. You will not stop until he is completely satisfied. Do you understand?"

Tracey stared, nodded, and stated, "Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"Mistress?" thought Susanna, "Hmmm."

That night, a cheerleading Tracey, clad in a super short pleated skirt and midriff baring knit top, strolled into the after-game bar where Rob always downed a few drafts. Several heads turned her way as she bounced over to him and plopped onto the stool beside him.

The pleats of her skirt spread open from the forced air underneath and revealed her thin satin panties wedging into her tight crack. The chilly sensation of the cold barstool on her exposed butt cheeks and thighs caused Tracey to jump up and giggle for a second before she sat back down and smiled invitingly at Rob.

His eyes glanced down from her glossy lips, moist from her wagging tongue, to her buxom chest, and on down to her long slender legs. When her hand rested on his hip and made its way into his pocket, he chugged the remainder of his beer.

She pulled out his keys and jiggled them. As she leaned into his ear with a slurping kiss, he stood to leave, causing her to lose her balance. When she fell from the stool into his body, his arm reached under her ass. He scooped and lifted her onto his hip and carried her outside as chanting grunts from the onlookers matched her grinding pumps on his pelvis.

Alone in his car, Tracey delivered a fabulous fuckfest for a solid hour. The windows steamed up with moisture and heat as she alternated from being on top, to lying underneath, from sitting and straddling, to hanging over the front seat. He lost it and shot his load in that position as he rammed her from behind, pulled her down onto him, and buried every bit of his hard flesh deep inside her squeezing walls.

The ride back to campus was quiet with Rob pondering Susanna's whereabouts and Tracey content from carrying out her mistress's wishes.

The next day Susanna decided that the bulb would not be necessary. She expected that Tracey would have followed her command, which would absolve her from not following Rob's command. After all, Susanna did pleasure him. Even if it was indirectly, it was still through her control of Tracey. Susanna also believed that Rob's power of control would no longer exist. Although she noted that she never really knew what happened after she used the bulb before, she felt certain that once a command was acted out, the power would dissolve.

However, she was wrong on both accounts. She wasn't absolved and he still had the power. When their eyes met, she felt the meltdown. Her submissiveness made her stand motionless and speechless as he approached.

"Sue, Sue, Sue, who am I?" he snidely asked.

"You are the one who controls," she seethed through short huffs of breath.

"Yes, and even though Tracey performed the deed very well, it was not my wish," he scorned, and then added, "Tonight, I expect you to sneak away and pay me a visit. Do you understand?"

As hard as she tried, Susanna could not remove her eyes from his stare. Nor could she ignore his manly scent that faintly rose to her flaring nostrils, amazed now that it was somewhat musky and rather pleasant. But his arrogant behavior remained adverse and caused her to lie through clenched teeth, "Yes, I understand."

The whole exchange took only seconds without anyone's notice, but Susanna felt like time had stopped with the whole class watching their performance. Again, she ended class early and asked Laura, a reserved and quiet student, to see her.

Susanna moved her backstage and directly shined the blue beam of the bulb on herself again as she locked onto Laura's inquisitive eyes. Then she commanded, "Laura, I have a special assignment for you this evening. You will be a secret agent. You will seek out Rob, wherever he is, and pleasure him sexually. He must never see you or hear you. Do you understand?"

Laura obediently and robotically nodded her head twice as she verbalized, "Yes, Mistress Wilshire, I understand."

"Mistress again," thought Susanna, "Sounds kinda nice."

Somewhat relieved that she escaped Rob's command again, she watched Laura prepare for her role.

She donned a pair of sunglasses, tucked her long blonde ponytail inside her blouse, and pulled the collar up high around her neck. With a slow and sly look around, Laura quietly crept off to track her assignment.

After an hour of dodging behind trees, tiptoeing around corners, and peeking in and out of buildings, she spied Rob entering the library. Nonchalantly and safely distanced behind him, she followed him to the fourth floor and waited patiently while he settled into a study mode.

Shortly thereafter he stretched, yawned, and closed his eyes to dream about Susanna. Quickly and quietly, Laura made her way through the stacks until she was near his table. She lowered to all fours and stealthily crawled between the chairs, under the table, and right to Rob's spread legs.

Without a sound she reached for his bare knees and traveled up his strong thighs. With a start, his hands grabbed hers! Scared that her identity would be discovered, which was against her mistress's orders, Laura quickly pulled the elastic waist of his shorts down and lunged deep and hard.

The limp fleshy organ slowly swelled, uncurled, and sprung to attention. Rob smiled as he thought about Susanna's obedience to his demands. He slouched lower in his seat to allow more room for "her" to take him in. His mouth hung open as he softly panted in rhythm to the slow methodical bobbing of her head. Soft, deep moans escaped his throat as his tip banged the back of hers. Her hands pulled his hips closer as her pace quickened. Her tongue latched on with hard mashing sucks. The pressure built, his eyes squinted, his pants grew heavy, and his cock exploded.

Before he came to his senses completely, he caught a glimpse of Laura running down the aisle. He shook his head in disbelief and tried to wipe the shit-eatin' grin from his face as he tucked his still throbbing cock into his shorts.

The next day Susanna was surprised with what she saw. Tracey, Laura, and Rob were walking to class with them clinging so tightly to him that he could hardly walk straight. Their hands stroked his chest and arms. Their bodies rubbed his sides. Their noses sniffed his scent and their lips pecked his neck and cheeks.

But that was nothing compared to the shock of what she felt with that sight. A tingling heat spread throughout Susanna's body that deepened the color of her complexion; a heat not caused by repugnance or revulsion, but one caused by yearning.

What did they see in him? What did she see in him? She was the one burning with envy!

When his glance caught Susanna, he broke away from his worshippers and strode over to her. He grasped her arm to guide her aside. When hidden behind the stage curtain, she quickly jerked away and glared at him.

"My sweet Susie, who am I?"

Feeling the heavy weight of nonconsensual submission, she replied, "You are the one who controls."

"Yes, my sweet. And who do I control?"

Trying to fight her forced compliance, she sighed, "Me."

With a slightly sinister smile, he added, "Yes, so why do you reject me?"

Without thinking, she tartly snapped, "Because you repulse me."

As soon as that remark sprang from her lips, she questioned if it was entirely true.

"I see," he said, "but that is quite ok. I am not upset that you will not follow my commands explicitly. I actually enjoy the encounters that you have arranged and tonight I have another request."

Susanna's heart started to pound; her palms began to sweat. A tingle tweaked deep inside her. "Have I succumbed to his dominion?" she asked herself. But her obstinate ego prevailed and she blurted, "No, I will not meet you! You will never have me that way!"

Rob belted out a sardonic laugh and flippantly retorted, "Perhaps not, but no matter. As long as you obey my requests with a continuous supply of adventurous women, I don't need you."

Then he focused his eyes upon hers, which subdued any verbal response that may have been forming in Susanna's mouth. She remained silent and felt the overwhelming urge to submit her will to him and await his next request.

"Now, my clever Susie," he began. "I am in the mood for something kinky. If you can't oblige me personally, then make sure you send someone who can."

He took her chin in his hand. The warmth radiated throughout her cheeks as he brought his lips close enough to brush hers. Expecting a forced kiss, she braced herself and desperately tried to think of an appropriate response. The kiss never came. Instead, the question mixed with stale breath and sprays of spit vibrated on her lips, "Do you understand?"

By now his hold on her chin had become stronger and restrained her from nodding. She obediently and indignantly rasped, "Yes."

Rob arrogantly returned to his seat in the auditorium. For the next thirty minutes, Susanna fumbled through class. His annoying comments, his abrupt behavior, his unnecessary noises, and his unwavering stare exasperated Susanna. Why, then, did she envy Tracey and Laura? Unable to witness their conduct with Rob any longer, she ended the class and asked Shawna to see her immediately.

Shawna, mostly African American, but with a mix of ethnicity in her background, possessed an exotic look with her deep dark skin and hair and her almond shaped eyes. She was as tall as Rob, at least six foot, and every bit as strong. Her ROTC military training assured it. Susanna felt she was perfect for the kink that Rob demanded.

As Shawna made her way to see her, Susanna had second thoughts. Did she really want to send a replacement? Could she handle the thought of another woman with Rob when he really wanted her, when she really wanted him? "What?" thought Susanna, "How can I want this loathsome, miserable, uncouth, immature, despicable beast?"

As those horrid adjectives churned her stomach, new ones began to replace them. "But his boldness, his arrogance, his confidence and his masculine features are stronger and so alluring. They compel me to...NO! This is preposterous! I won't! I can't! I just can't!"

She quickly turned on the bulb and stood directly underneath its blue beam. She turned wide, vehement eyes onto Shawna, who stopped dead in her tracks as if falling into line.

Nervously, for she wasn't absolutely sure she wanted to do this, Susanna spouted quick commands. "Shawna, I have your orders for tonight. Rob has hired you as a prostitute for kinky pleasures. Your duty is to perform those pleasures at his apartment. He must be fully satisfied. Do you understand?"

With a salute, Shawna answered, "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!" and then softly added, "My Mistress."

"There's that address again, 'Mistress,'" thought Susanna. She did like the sound of it, but wondered if the sound of Master would be more pleasing to her ears, Master Rob to be exact. She shook the momentary lapse of desire away and managed to tell Shawna, "At ease. Go now."

Shawna spent the afternoon gathering items she would need for her slutty evening with Rob. She placed them in a clear ziplock bag so that he would be sure to see and anticipate her moves.

When evening came, she dressed in her "costume" and headed for his apartment.

Rob answered the doorbell and saw a tall and lean Shawna standing with her brown fur coat spread open to reveal a near naked body.

His eyes traveled from her leopard skin bra and bikini panties to the fur tops of her mahogany thigh high mesh stockings and down to her black spike heels. The shades of browns, golds, and blacks coupled with her deep colored skin stirred the imagination and left Rob speechless and amused...it was going to be some evening.

Shawna broke the silence with, "Well, we can do this right here in the yard, but if it's kink you're after...."

Then she pushed her strong body into his, forcing him to walk backwards, as they made their way into the bedroom. She threw her coat on the floor, tossed her supplies on the nightstand, and tore at Rob's clothes.

She planted tender kisses from head to toe as she slowly and seductively stripped him. Then with a force and purpose she pushed him onto the bed, sat on his chest, grabbed a scarf from the bag, and tied his wrists to the headboard. No hesitation, no interruption, one quick series of maneuvers and she had him where she wanted him.

Caught totally off guard, Rob thought, "Holy shit!"

He was about to protest, but Shawna quickly removed her bra and shoved her full firm breasts in his face. She wiggled her chest back and forth allowing his mouth to briefly grasp onto her large dark pert nipples with each movement, but she teased playfully by never really allowing him time to suck one in completely.

While this lured her back into his trust, she sexily voiced little mews and purring sounds, which served to calm his fear and build his excitement.

Shawna then stood above Rob. With each spike heel digging into the mattress near his sides, she slinked out of her panties. She smoothly stepped up to his face and nimbly lowered her frizzy muff onto his mouth. As he licked and lapped, she yowled and snarled. The feral sounds coming from her throat sounded eerily stimulating and caused the skin of Rob's hard cock to grow tighter with each intense throb.

Skillfully sliding off his face and resting on his chest again, Shawna reached into her bag of items. She pulled out another scarf to blindfold him after she was sure he had seen the feather, gel, honey, adjustable cock ring, and mini vibrator.

With a sultry intimation, she growled, "I like to play with my catch before I eat it!"

His mind swelled with visions of kinky sex. Every move Shawna made, Rob imagined one of the items was being used.

When her soft hair brushed his balls and thighs, he felt the feather lightly tickling. When her slick knuckle entered his ass, he involuntarily tightened on a lubricated vibrator. When she dribbled globs of saliva down his tip and shaft, her tongue felt dry and cat-like as she licked him clean of every drop of that honey. Her hums became purrs; the purrs became vibrations. And when she felt he was ready to ejaculate, she squeezed her thumb and forefinger around his cock like the constricting clamp of the ring.

It mattered not to Rob that none of those items ever left the bag. In his imagination, each and every one was teasing and tantalizing. Each one was bringing him closer to the edge.

Sensing that she could prolong his climax no longer, she dug her claws into his firm ass cheeks. She howled a wild primal squeal as she raked her nails through his flesh and pulled him into her jaws. His rapture rose as the welts began to form. She carnivorously swallowed his meat and savored every drop of his milk of paradise.

Rob fell asleep fantasizing about a wildcat Susanna. Shawna fell asleep with the orgasmic gratification of satisfying her mistress's wishes.

Susanna, on the other hand, hadn't slept at all. She tossed and turned with images of Rob and Tracey, Rob and Laura, and now Rob and Shawna. Questions filled her head. How could his control be so powerful that she was beginning to yield? Why had she used that bulb in the first place? Were its effects wearing off, or did he prefer to control her for the substitutes instead? Had she pushed him too far away that he no longer desired her?

She decided that when he commanded his next request, she would obey and fulfill his desires.

Susanna paced the stage anxiously awaiting class to begin. Her anticipation and excitement grew stronger with each passing minute. She wanted his control. She wanted to obey his command. She wanted to pleasure him and taste what the others were receiving.

Students started arriving. She nervously watched for Rob. More students took their seats, but still no Rob. She began to worry because she didn't see Tracey or Laura or Shawna either.

She agonized another two minutes before she finally heard his voice...his voice and theirs. All three of them were pawing and petting him. He wallowed in the lush attention his little harem was drenching on him, the little harem she had created.

Susanna tried to suppress the red fire of jealousy that spread from her heart to her soul. The flaming heat burned her to the core and brought tears to her eyes.

She rationalized that her girls were only substitutes for the real one he desired. Soon class would be over and he would request her pleasures once more. She was sure of it. Therefore, Susanna half-heartedly conducted class feigning not to notice, hear, or care about the crude commotion caused by that foursome.

But the stress and impatience built and grew so tremendously that Susanna couldn't pretend any longer. The end of class came to an abrupt halt and she fretfully watched for Rob's approach.

He didn't get out of his seat right away or rush up to her as in the past. He talked and joked with his harem for what seemed to Susanna an agonizing eternity. He did however cast several looks her way with a nod, a wink, a lick of his lips; all familiar actions as in the past, but ones with newfound interest for Susanna.

Finally, he made his way toward her. Finally, he would command his latest request. Finally, she could answer, "Yes, I understand. I will pleasure you tonight," and mean every word.

Rob did command his request. With a sarcastic air, one that now excited Susanna instead of revolting her, he mocked, "My dear obedient Sue, you have done well. Who controls you?"

Relief from the sound of his commanding voice poured over her and filled her with a welcomed submissive desire to please. With a longing look from pining eyes, Susanna adoringly whispered, "You do."

Acting as though he hadn't noticed the remarkable change in her demeanor, Rob curtly continued, "Tonight you will send me all three girls. I want the pleasures of Tracey, Laura and Shawna. Maybe something nasty this time. Do you understand?"

A startled Susanna choked on his words. She blinked her hurt eyes. She shook her head in disbelief. Finally, she summoned the courage to challenge, "No, I don't understand. Don't you want me?"

He laughed so hard in her face, the roar made her cringe with defeat. Then he scoffed, "You? Why would I want you when I can fuck Tracey?"

She encouragingly offered, but stuttered on the word fuck, "I will f-fuck you."

"But Laura will blow me. By the way, she gives great head, an excellent choice, thank you."

She appealed more earnestly and again stumbled over the more vulgar terms, "I will give you oral sex...head, um, blow jobs. Call it whatever you want. Suck you off, if that is what you want!"

"But Shawna! How could you possibly top Shawna?! So kinky with her vibrator and cock rings."

She found that the profane words came much easier now and she implored harder, "I will use a strap-on! I will fuck her! I will fuck you, fuck your ass! I will make them pony girls and fuck them all! Please! I will do anything you ask."

Susanna knew she must have sounded ridiculous in her over exaggerations, but she was serious. She would do whatever he asked.

Rob thought he would push her just a little farther, just to be cruel and just to see how much control he truly had. He asked one last tormenting question, "What can you do that is nasty? I want nasty!"

Susanna sucked in a deep breath, summoned her creativity and urgently tried to remember anything nasty that she had read or heard about. She didn't care what she said, what she promised. She felt the desire so strongly and yet felt her chances had been lost.

With a pleading sob she cried, "Golden showers. I will pee on you. Or, if you prefer, you can pee on me."

When she got no response, she grabbed his shirt with clenched fists and begged, "Please tell me you want me."

She pulled him closer, felt his heart pound his chest, moistened her lips, and lustily teased, "You can fuck any or all of those girls up the ass and I will lick your cum from your dick."

Being the devil that he was, Rob remained silent. "What else can she possibly suggest?" he sadistically wondered.

She ingratiated herself. She felt no shame, no embarrassment, no regret. She felt the nastiest of desperation only.

She buried her face in his chest. His scent that once turned her away now consumed her with passion. She resorted to the raunchiest thing she could think of and moaned, "My neighbor has a big German shepherd."

Rob, convinced that she was absolutely and totally devoted to him, tried to take her arms and push her away. He only wanted to be able to look her in the face, but she thought he was rejecting her.

She held tighter to resist his rejection. A struggle ensued and she fell against the light fixture with the bulb.

The bulb.

It flickered on and off for a second. On...Off...On, off, on. When it finally remained on, the soft blue beam shone on Susanna as her eyes met Rob's.

She quietly sobbed, "I only want you to want my pleasures."

Rob, smitten like before, reached to assist her. He pulled her into his arms and consolingly and lovingly cooed, "Sweet Susanna, my darling Susanna, may we pleasure each other tonight?"