Campus Sissy Maid: Feminized, Punished, and Put to Work! (A Feminization Tale) E-Book

Arya Martin

• Herausgeber: Arya Martin
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

After graduation, Ike wanted to go to his hometown university with all his friends. Instead, his folks sent him off to a strange institution in the middle of nowhere that feels like some kind of backwards boarding school. The students here are weird. The professors here, especially, are weird. They like to impose strange and humiliating forms of discipline. When Ike takes a less-than-respectful tone with Dr. Doreen Carroll over a bad grade on an assignment, she requires him to dress up as a French maid as punishment...in front of the whole class! And still, Ike just can't seem to hold his tongue. His smart mouth gets him in trouble with his professor again and again, until Dr. Carroll demands that he wear the French maid costume on campus day and night for a week, as well as perform menial tasks as required for faculty and fellow students—in all his classes, at social events...even in the dorm. That's when things start to get...wild. Ike's own girlfriend, gorgeous Lilah, gets in on the scheme to put Ike in his place. And guys can't seem to take their eyes off him...especially Brent, his jock roommate! The craziest part of all is that Ike's beginning to realize...he's enjoying all this attention. Soon he finds himself indulging his deepest, most secret desire...to live full-time as "Kiki," the campus's submissive sissy maid! This sizzling quickie from bestselling feminization author Arya Martin features a hot, dominant lady professor, public sissy humiliation, forced bisexuality, cuckolding, and public domination in a college lecture hall!

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Campus Sissy Maid

Feminized, Punished, and Put to Work!

A Feminization Tale by

Arya Martin

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This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended only for readers ages 18 and above. All characters portrayed as participating in sexual acts are consenting, are at least 18 years of age, and are not related by blood.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

SNEAK PEEK: Feminized by the Faculty Femme Fatale

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1

I fucking hate this place.

I’m staring down at the paper in my hand, in particular the big red F that takes up a good three-fourths of the front page. I’m in shock. I just can’t believe it. An F? I never claimed to be the world’s best student, but I’ve never gotten an F on an assignment I actually halfway tried on before.

Fuck this podunk college my parents sent me to. Why couldn’t I just have stayed at home and gone to the university in my hometown, with all my friends? Instead, they insisted on sending me here, to the middle of nowhere. Said it was a good school (my ass) and would be a “character-building” experience.

What a load of crock.

Dr. Doreen Carroll, my English professor, finishes handing back papers and settles into her desk chair up front. I glance around, wanting to see if everyone else is as pissed off as I am. But no, they look pretty happy. Did she only decide to pick on me?

It’s a few minutes yet before class officially starts. I need to do something about this. I’m not failing this fucking class. I’m not gonna get stuck in here next semester with this bitch for a teacher again. I don’t care how hot she is. Getting to stare at her nice round ass all period doesn’t make up for having to put up with her crap.

Fortunately, I’m pretty good at talking my way out of these things. Teachers like me. I’m cute, in a boyish kinda way. I’ll just head up there and have a little chat with Teach, try laying on some charm.

“Hey, Dr. C,” I say with a crooked grin, sidling up to her desk.

She looks up at me, doesn’t even crack a smile. That’s how much of a chip this lady has on her shoulder. Damn if she isn’t gorgeous, though. Those piercing dark eyes. All that wavy chocolate-brown hair. “Ike,” she responds. “What can I do for you?”

“Uh, well,” I laugh lightly, laying the paper in front of her. “I’d love to discuss this grade with you.”

She gives me this little eyebrow-shrug. “What’s to discuss?”

Ohhhkay. Maybe this won’t be quite as easy as I thought. “Well, you know, I worked really hard on this paper. I think I made some excellent points.”

“You didn’t follow instructions,” she replies crisply. “I asked for ten works cited. You only had nine.”

I’m…stunned. “Hold the phone,” I say. “So because I fell one short of the requirement, you’re failing my whole paper?”

“I was clear at the beginning of the semester, Mr. Harvey.” Fuck. You know when she calls you ‘Mr.’ she means business. “It’s very important to me that students pay attention in this class and follow my instructions, to the letter. Only nine sources when the assignment specifically requires ten is frankly unacceptable.”

I’m…livid. My hands ball into fists at my sides. This is…ridiculous. “You can’t do that,” I say quietly out loud.

Her gaze locks on me, suddenly cold. A chill runs down my spine. “I’m your professor,” she enunciates very plainly. “If you’d bothered to read the syllabus, you would have seen that I was very clear regarding how this and every other assignment in this class will be graded, and this would come as no surprise to you. I’m afraid you’ve simply failed the assignment, and it’s a result of your own poor judgment. If you like, I can work with you to ensure your next paper is up to snuff. I can even come up with some sort of arrangement to help you earn extra credit. But I cannot and will not change your grade on this paper.”

It comes thundering out before I can stop it. “That’s bullshit.”

The whole class goes silent. Dr. Carroll is staring at me, fire in her eyes.

“How dare you speak to me in that tone?” she begins in a low voice, rising from her chair.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I’ve made a huge mistake. “I’m…I’m sorry,” I manage, backing away slowly. “I’ve been under a lot of stress…. It wasn’t right for me to talk to you that way.”

“You’re damn right it wasn’t,” she snaps. “Apologize. Now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“On your knees.”

I blink at her in disbelief. She can’t mean that, can she? Right here, in front of everyone?

I glance out at the rest of the class. They’re all watching, some looking as shocked as I am…others giggling into their sleeves.

“Dr. Car—”

“On your knees, now,” barks the professor. “Or I’ll be speaking to the dean about carrying out an even harsher discipline.”

Like what, I wonder? I’ve never been in this kinda trouble before. What can they do to you in college? Suspend or expel you, I guess? Put some kind of mark on your record? I have no idea.

Fuck this stupid podunk school.

All I know is I just want this to be over. Reluctantly, I drop to my knees, refusing to look her in the eye. “Sorry,” I mutter.

“Like you mean it,” she growls.

I clear my throat, forcing a more syrupy delivery of my line. “I’m sorry I was rude, Dr. Carroll.”

“Thank you. You may stand.”

I get to my feet, blushing furiously. A few titters rise up from the class.

“Good boy,” she says. Like I’m a fucking dog or something. My blush deepens.

“Now, you should be aware that your grade is on thin ice in this class,” the professor continues, settling back into her chair and crossing her lovely legs…damn her. “Without extra effort, you may end up having to retake this course next semester.”

The whole class is now listening to our conversation. “Just…let me know what I can do, Professor,” I respond as calmly as I can manage.

She smiles. “I’ll give you an extra letter grade on this paper if you continue to be a good boy and do as you’re told this class period.”

“Of course.”

Her smile widens. It’s making me nervous. What the hell is she planning?

“You see that trunk over there in the corner?” she asks, pointing.

My heart drops into my stomach as my gaze follows the direction of her finger. I remember now what a few of my dorm mates told me back at the beginning of the semester.

“Aw, man, you got Carroll?” Brent chuckled. “You better not step outta line, bro. That bitch is tough. My big brother went here too. He’s got some crazy stories, man. If she ever opens up that big trunk she always has with her, you’re in for a world of hurt.”

The trunk sits ominously in the corner. Every day, she drags it in on its little wheels and sets it there. I’ve never seen her out and about on campus without that trunk in tow.

“Do you?” she persists, since I haven’t responded yet.

“Y-yes,” I stammer finally, and clear my throat. “Yes, I see it.”