"Sir, I..." you started, but you didn't even know where to begin. Everything felt so overwhelming! Here was your psych professor, someone who led a BDSM lifestyle, wanting to make you his sub! You had so many questions but they all seemed to be lost in your mind. Most of them, anyways. "How many subs do you have?"
"Currently? None. I have been without one for... quite some time," he replied vaguely. At least you now knew that you would be the only one.
You felt only a small dose of confusion. A lot of the things he had listed in the contract weren't possible in his office. "I don't understand how some of these things can be done in here," you mumbled, still gazing at the paper in your hand.
"They won't be. Once you've proven yourself to be trustworthy enough, I will be taking you home for further... sessions." That made your stomach twist in a sort of pleasant way. Taking you home?
"What if I refuse?"
"Then the discussion stops here, and I will not mention it again. But understand that I take this very seriously. Should you sign the contract, you will be expected to uphold it. Am I clear?"
He seemed so fond of making sure he was clear enough. So that nothing could be misconstrued. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. You nodded in response before looking down at the contract again.
"Take all the time you need, but know this: the safeword means everything. If something is too painful or too overwhelming for you, just say the word and I shall stop whatever it is I'm doing." Seán spoke softly, watching you looking over his contract.
You were curious, that was for certain. "If I sign this..." you began slowly, "what will happen after?"
"After you sign the contract, I will test you. If you pass the test, I will claim you." Claim you? You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he meant. "Just understand that everything I do is for us to enjoy. Hence the need for a safeword. If you are not enjoying what I put you through, you say it to me and we stop."
What could go wrong? You sighed through your nose as you tried to look for any other questions you might have had concerning his contract. But you had none for the moment; all that was left was for you to decide.
If I sign this, everything changes from here on out. Do I want that?
One glance up at Seán was enough of an answer for you. You pulled a pen from your purse and signed the contract at the bottom, in the space he had designated for your signature.
He smirked behind his laced hands, watching you signing your life to him. Your body, your very core now belonged to Seán McLoughlin.
~☆~
You left his office after he had taken the contract from you and kissed you deeply. All of his kisses so far had been wonderful, and this was no exception. He was quite obviously pleased with the way things had turned out.
But now he was going to test you. You could only imagine what that would be like. Painful? Perhaps. Humiliating? Another possibility. But he had assured you that he would be giving you instructions, and soon.
You waited around at your car for a couple of minutes before remembering that Stephanie hadn't shown up that day. At least not to your psych class. So you got into the car and went home, debating on stopping by her house.
Something feels off. I can't figure out what it is, though...
Well, I did just sign a contract stating that my psych professor was now my dom...
