An Interactive Survey Story!!

You guys love my Creative Surveys, and I love to write, so I've merged the two into an Interactive Survey Story!

Here's how it works...you and I are writing a story together.  It's a picture book, of course.  You get to choose how each chapter ends.  We're starting a new one... thank you for your votes!

Chapter One

I knew from the second she walked into my lecture that I was a goner.  I'm not sure how I knew but I did.  I'm not sure how *she* knew, either.

I'm a tenured professor at a large university.  Never married, not many girlfriends; basically, a physics nerd.

I've never even considered fooling around with one of my students.  Not only is it wrong, it's just... well, *wrong*.  Besides, I'm a submissive with fantasies of serving a strong, dominant woman.

But this girl.  Tressa.  Gorgeous.  Smart.  With an attitude of, "I know exactly how to get what I want." And boy, did she ever!

The first day of class, she didn't even look at me.  Walked right past me and of course I had to watch her and she walked up to the top row.  She sat by herself and watched me.

It was unnerving, really, the way her eyes bore into mine.  I caught myself glancing up at her more than the other students.  She was always waiting.  It made me flustered.  I lost track of my lecture, and my cheeks burned.

She'd always walk into class the same way ignoring me and sit in the same top seat, away from the rest of the class.  The second week, she flashed me.  Dead serious.  I'm in the middle of a sentence, I look up, and she crosses her legs.  Of course, my eyes shift downward, and she's *not wearing any panties*!  I could even tell that her pussy's bare!

I was so flustered, I had to call on a student to work through a problem.  I'd like to think it didn't look as bad as I thought.  But when I glanced back up at her, she was laughing.  At me!

After class, she approached me.  "I'm not comfortable with the way you looked at me in class today, Professor."  My jaw hit the floor.  I employed all my years of experience to defuse the situation.  But she persisted.  "If you don't agree to have dinner with me tonight, I'm prepared to tell the Dean what a little slut you are."

"I'm not allowed to date a student, Tressa," I sputtered.

"Who said anything about a *date*?"

Her voice was raised.  Thank goodness no one was left in the room.  The way she said that it wasn't a date calmed me, and the conviction with which she spoke had me hard.  It's the weirdest situation.  Even weirder is that she doesn't even come up to my nipples.

I'm a big guy, and I'm assumed to be dominant.  But here comes this little pipsqueak, and she challenges me.  AND she's holding all the cards.  Plus, I was intrigued... and afraid of the Dean.  I agreed, and she told me where and when to meet her.

We met at a cozy Italian place two towns over.  I suggested we split a pizza, but she told me I couldn't have anything heavy.  Again, her conviction was arousing.  I didn't think to question her.  I had a chicken caesar salad and watched her eat a full order of ravioli.  She was tiny, but she could pack away the carbs.

We didn't have a conversation so much as an interrogation.  She questioned about my life, my career, my dating habits.  The tone of her voice kept me answering, and kept me hard.

When the waiter asked whether it was on one check, she told him it was, and that it was coming to me.  I would've paid anyway.  He asked if we wanted dessert and, only having a salad, I was about to order, but she spoke first.  "I'll have the cannoli; he's not having dessert."  The waiter never even looked at me; just left.

I didn't speak.  Her cannoli arrived and, just before she took the first bite, she said, "I'm going to fuck you tonight."  Wow!  I heard myself say, "Okay."  Okay?!  I couldn't believe it.  I couldn't believe her.

"Look," she told me, "I don't have anyone to practice on, and there are things I need to do."

"Okay," I said again.

"I need to see if this is for me or not.  And I need someone that I can trust won't blab about it.  So you're gonna follow me back to my place."

"Why me?"

"Because I think you're just as slutty as I am, aren't you, Professor?"

I'm not gonna lie, I put a condom in my wallet just in case.  Well, was I ever glad I did!

...only that's not exactly the way she wanted to fuck me...

After she pegged me, she told me...

***This is nearly the end of Chapter One.  You will be the ones to complete it, and here are your choices:

1)  She wants to watch me jerk off;

2)  She wants me to lick her feet and pussy; or

3)  A choice of your own that you get to write.

To vote, please reblog with the number of your choice.  If you choose #3, please write out the direction you'd like the story to go.  The winning story line will be posted next week, so stay tuned... and vote!  ;)

Until the guru god admins of bdsmlr code us with actual survey tools, we'll do this manually.  This survey will end Sunday, August 18, 2019 at 7:00 p.m. EST, so you have the whole week!!

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Happy surveying! ;)

~B.J.