Lady Professor’s submission to her female Student – Part 4

I hope you all enjoyed the first three parts. I am starting with the fourth part; I hope you enjoy this one. If you haven’t read the first three parts, please read them to get the background; otherwise, without the context, it would be meaningless.

Things that started as virtual were now in real. Mistress was living with me, and she was using me perfectly. She had a lot of ideas that she was bringing to implementation. It was a dream coming true for me as well. Days went by, and there were regular rules that I was following.

I was getting punished for my mistakes, but Mistress ensured that I understood my mistakes and learned from them. One night, I was at my mistress’s feet in the slave position. Mistress ordered me to bring 2 cones of mehendi from her bag.

Mistress ordered me to lie down on my back on a table. She then took one cone and started writing just above my pussy. I couldn’t see it, as it was not visible, but I was sure it would be dirty words.

She wrote above my pussy, inner thighs, and my boobs. I was ordered to stay as it is to let the mehndi dry up. After an hour, I was ordered to stand and bend 90 degrees. Mistress then started to write on my ass, near my ass hole. It was not just one word but many words written.

I was then ordered to stand near the mirror and read every one of them. Just above my cunt was written “collared slave.” Inner thighs, it was slut and whore. Boobs, it was a pig, cum dump.

As it was, mistress pet, cum dump, piss slave. I was then ordered to stand so that the mehndi would dry properly. I knew that mehndi would have a mark for at least 7-8 days, but since they were private areas, it didn’t matter much.

Once it was dried, Mistress took a flogger and started to hit areas where mehndi was there in order to peel that off. It might be 150 more strokes to remove it. Words were clearly visible now.

The mistress ordered to apply oil so that those words would get darker. We then slept off as usual, she on the bed and I on the floor.

The next day I woke up, followed my morning rule to wake her up, drink pee, and give Mistress oral pleasure. It was Saturday, so I was off that day. After breakfast, Mistress said that the hair was blocking the view of the words and I should go to the parlour for waxing.

This was like a bomb dropping on my head. It would be the height of humiliation when the parlour lady reads all these temporary tattoos on my body. I requested the mistress to allow a week before I go there, but was totally denied. I requested again and received 10 slaps on the face for arguing.

I knew her decision was not going to change. This was not a coincidence, but she had planned for this. Mistress ordered it to be ready, no inners. I wore and touched the feet of the mistress and then started for the parlour; it was nearby.

So, I was going on foot, but all the time, my mind was occupied with thoughts of humiliation: What will the parlour lady think about me? What image will she create in her mind?

They will all be gossiping during and after it. What will she ask me? How will I be able to answer her? How will I be able to even make eye contact with her?

All these thoughts were going through my mind. My legs started to become heavy and were trembling as I saw the parlour. I wished to run away from there, but I knew I couldn’t do that.

With trembling legs, I reached the parlour. The last 100 meters took me 5 minutes to reach. As I entered, the receptionist recognised me, as this was the same parlour that I had visited last time.

She had a giggle on her face, and I knew I was going to have a tough time. I told her that I had an appointment, and she checked her logbook. She called the therapist, and she took me inside.

Luckily, she was a different person from last time. She checked on what all I had to be done, and it was almost like a full body. She asked me to strip down completely and lie on the table on my back.

She went outside. I stripped down; there were just 2 clothes on my body, so it didn’t take time. I lay on the table. I wanted to close my eyes in humiliation, as I knew she would be completely surprised seeing them. I was sure she would read each word. She entered and came near me.

Her eyes got bigger and anxious, seeing something written on my body. She then started to read each word and started to giggle. With each word, she was giggling, and at any moment, she might have burst out laughing. I was not able to even see her, forget about eye contact.

This was the height of humiliation for me. After some time, she composed herself and asked me, “What is this?” Why have you written this? Words seem to be stuck in my mouth itself. I was almost dumbstruck. Her eyes questioned me.

With very broken words, I said, “I am a slave, and this is my mistress who has written this with mehndi.” She again laughed and said okay.

Your mistress is quite smart. I was wondering whether she knew what “Mistress” refers to. And what is a master-slave relationship? But I didn’t ask her. Maybe she already knew about it. She then started to ask me about my relationship.

How did we meet? Is it an online or offline relationship? How long have I been in this relationship? What all has she done to me? How does it feel to be a sub?

Answering each of her questions was humiliating, but it was also comforting to me. She started to apply wax to my underarms. Then she moved to her hands and then her legs.

Lastly, it was time for the bikini area. It was painful but manageable. She said that, with her hair getting removed, the words are clearer now.

Parlour lady: Do you have daily rules as well?

Me: I knew this would be quite humiliating to answer, but it was the Mistress’s order to answer every question.

Yes, I am not allowed to wear panties when outside, unless I am on my period. While at home, I have to be completely nude. I cannot make eye contact with her. I cannot sit equally with my mistress. I had to do all household chores and keep my body clean.

Parlour lady: What else?

Me: I knew she was very curious; this was humiliating to say. But I told her, every morning I have to wake the mistress up by giving oral pleasure.

Parlour lady: Wow. What else?

Me: That’s it. I purposely didn’t tell her the piss-drinking part, as it was too humiliating to say.

She continued and asked for a few instances, which I provided. I also talked about the chilli in bra and how everyone was oozing at my boobs. She was somehow very excited. My pussy was very clean, and the words were shining.

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She asked me to turn around, and I did. She didn’t have an idea that there were words written on the backside as well. She read each one of them as well and laughed. One word caught her attention. It was “Piss Slave.” She asked why it’s written piss slave?

Now I didn’t have any option but to tell her the truth. Luckily, my head was down, so I didn’t have to make any eye contact with her. I told her that I am her piss slave as well.

Every morning, while I wake her up, I have to drink her piss directly, lick her clean, and then give oral pleasure.

Parlour lady: She asked, “Is it only in the morning time?”

Me: Nope, it can be anytime. She has even done it in college.

Parlour lady: Wow, this is so cool! What else?

Me: Unfortunately, I have to tell her everything now; words were not coming from my mouth. I, with broken words, told about green tea with pee and how in college she made me drink it.

Parlour lady: Wow, your mistress is quite imaginative.

She then started to wax my legs from behind. Post that, she asked me to take a doggy position and then spread my ass cheeks with my hand. She applied wax in the ass crack to remove hair. All this was quite painful, but more than that, humiliating.

She then completed it and asked, “Do you want this to show to your mistress?” I didn’t understand why she was keen for it. I, though, had orders to video call Mistress once the procedure was done, but I could have done it alone.

Nevertheless, I thought it wouldn’t matter much, considering what all I had already gone through. I told her yes and dialled the Mistress’s number. It was a video call.

Mistress asked me whether I was alone, and not willingly, I have to say that the therapist is also there. Mistress ordered me to put it on speaker and hand over the phone to the therapist.

Mistress: Hello, hope you are comfortable while we three are talking?

Therapist: Yes, for sure.

Mistress: Okay, I am not sure if you have understood by now that I am her mistress. However, you would have read the words written on her and would have gotten to understand them.

Therapist: Yes, I understand this dynamic completely and understand your relationship with her.

Mistress: Cool, can you hold the mobile and turn on the back camera so that I can see my slave and scan her body?

Therapist: Sure.

The therapist then started to move the mobile so that the mistress could see the waxing done. The therapist told me to lift my hands to showcase my underarms. She then asked me to lie down on the table and spread my legs to showcase my cunt.

She then asked me to get on fours and spread my ass cheeks to showcase my ass hole. It was more of a command rather than a request. I wished to speak and say that she is not my mistress, but I thought to keep my mouth shut. After all the scanning was done and Mistress was happy, she asked the therapist.

Mistress: Hello, thanks. Did my slave cooperate well?

Therapist: Yes, she was good.

Mistress: Did she cry or say no to anything?

Therapist: Nope, she was well-behaved and took the pain very positively.

Mistress: Did she answer all your questions?

Therapist: Well, yes, but she didn’t answer it completely; she hid a few things.

Mistress: What?

Therapist: Well, when I asked about rules, she hid that she is a piss slave and that she wakes you up by drinking pee.

Mistress: Is it? When did she reveal it then?

Therapist: It was revealed when I saw the piss slave tattoo, and then when I asked about it, she accepted and revealed it.

Mistress: Hmm. Slave, why did you hide this?

Me: Mistress, I was feeling humiliated, hence I didn’t say anything at first, but later I told everything.

Mistress: Nope, that’s not an acceptable justification. You would be punished for this.

Me: Sorry, mistress.

Mistress: No, sorry.

Mistress to therapist lady: As you have seen, she has made a mistake and needs to be punished. She has disrespected me, but at the same time, you as well. It would be wise for her to receive punishment from you. But before that, I want to check your comfort level.

Therapist: You are right; I will be more than happy to punish her.

Mistress: Good then. Slave, since you have hidden being a piss slave to her. It’s justified that for once you become her piss slave and drink her pee directly from her cunt in your mouth. This is an order, and follow it.

Me: This was now quite humiliating for me. With Mistress, I had a connection, and though drinking pee was never easy, I used to do it. Drinking another unknown person’s pee was quite humiliating for me. I said to the mistress, “Show some mercy on me, please.”

Mistress: An order is an order. Follow without question.

Tears started to roll down my face. I knew that my tears wouldn’t melt the mistress, and I had to do it. The mistress told the therapist to place the mobile in such a position that she could watch it. The therapist placed it in one corner from where everything was visible.

Mistress ordered me to undress the therapist from the bottom. I moved towards her slowly, unbuttoned her jeans, and then removed them completely. She was wearing nice laced panties, which I removed next.

Mistress ordered me to lie down on the table and asked the therapist to climb on it. Mistress ordered me to place her pussy just above my mouth. She moved towards my face, and now her pussy was just a few centimetres away.

Mistress warned me not to waste a single drop and to lock it. I placed my lips properly, and the next order was for the therapist to go ahead. A warm stream of her pee started to fill my mouth, and I started to take it all in. It took some good time; it looked like the therapist had not gone to the washroom for a long time.

After about 30-40 seconds, she finished. Mistress ordered me to lick clean her cunt and thank her.  Once it was all done, I was allowed to wear clothes. The therapist was very happy. She said that you can come to her every time for waxing.

She also gave her mobile number and said to give her a ring before coming so that she can make herself available. I knew she was enjoying her fantasies with me. I would never call her.

But the other side of it was that it’s better to get humiliated multiple times in front of the same person rather than once in front of a different person each time. I was given a 25% discount this time. I was not able to face the reception; I knew she now knows or will get to know the whole story.

I paid the bill and came back to the house. Stripped at the door, wearing the dog collar and came to the kneeling position in front of my mistress. Mistress, who is my world, who is everything to me, my soul, my strength as well as my weakness.

I was not sure what was all left to come in my life, but I was sure it would be beautiful. After all, this is all that I wanted; this is what I had chosen. Not everyone gets to live this life. I was the lucky one.

With this, I end the fourth part. The series doesn’t end here; there will be further parts. I hope you are enjoying it. Please do provide your feedback on or on Gmail/GChat ID .