�Bob,



Thought you would enjoy this little preview.



Professor Bascom�



I double-clicked on the attachment, which was a jpeg file, and a photograph filled my screen. I

quickly saw that it was the picture that Susan had had Laura take of me two nights ago, naked

and kneeling in front of her, with my hands tied behind my back. Thankfully, Susan had blanked

out my face and hers, so you could not tell who it was in the picture, but I knew exactly who it

was. I groaned, and immediately deleted the mail message. What did she mean by �preview,� I

thought, but I was afraid that it was not a good sign.



I looked at the clock next to the bed and saw that it was a few minutes before 6:00, so I grabbed

Susan�s panties out of my pack, and walked down the hall to her room. I knocked lightly on the

door of room 517, and after a few seconds, it swung open. Much to my surprise, it wasn�t Susan

standing there, but Laura. �Oh crap,� I thought, �I have to deal with both Susan and her.� I

muttered a �hello� to her and entered the room, as she closed the door behind me without saying

a word.



As I walked into the room, I saw it was not just a regular hotel room, but was in fact a suite. I

was a bit envious that Susan�s university would pay for her to have a suite, when most of us

struggled to convince our employers to reimburse us for the full cost of a regular room at one of

these conference hotels.



I was standing in a large living area. It had a full size sofa, small round dining table with four

chairs around it, a television, and a couple of other plush chairs to sit in. I saw too that she had a

balcony with a chaise lounge and a nice view of the city. Over on the other side of the room was

a small galley kitchen, and another room that looked like it must have been a bathroom off the

living area. One more closed door must have led to the bedroom.



I looked at Laura, who was standing there silently looking back at me. Finally, when it became

apparent that she wasn�t going to say anything, I asked, �Where is Susan?�



�Professor Bascom will be out in a moment,� she replied. �Would you like something to drink

while you wait?�



I thought about it for a second and then figured, �What the fuck.� Might as well have something

to help me get through whatever Susan had planned. Laura�s offering of a drink, in contrast to

my interaction with her a couple of nights ago, gave me some slight hope that maybe this was

going to be just a chance for the three of us to laugh about what had happened, and then it would

be all over.



�I�ll have a scotch on the rocks, if you have it,� I told Susan�s grad student as I sat down on the

sofa. She turned and walked into the kitchen, opening a cabinet to retrieve a glass. She then

opened another cabinet which I saw was well-stocked with four or five types of liquor, mixers,

and assorted bar equipment. Now I was very envious of the accommodations Susan was

enjoying. Clearly, her accomplishments had provided her with very nice treatment by her

university.



Laura returned and handed me my drink, sitting down after in one of the chairs. I sipped it a bit

as she sat there looking at me. Finally, after a few moments, I said somewhat exasperated and

sarcastically, �Do you know when Susan will be making her appearance?�



Just as I got it out of my mouth, the door of the bedroom area opened and Susan came into the

room, closing the door behind her. She was dressed much more casually now, in what looked

like some kind of silk dressing robe with a sash around her waist, and no shoes on.



�Well hello again Bob, thank you for joining us,� she said with a smile, stopping a few feet in

front of me and extending her hand. I stood up and shook her hand. �I apologize for my

appearance, but I was running a little late and was just getting ready to jump into the shower

when I realized what time it was. I had such a busy day today, running around here and there,

going to sessions, getting caught up with people. You know how that is, don�t you?�



�Yes, Susan, I do,� I replied, not quite knowing how to gauge her tone and where she was going

with the conversation.



�Excuse me, Bob, can you say that again, please?�



I stared, standing there a couple of feet in front of her, totally bewildered. I saw that without her

heels on we were now about the same height. I thought what I had said was quite clear. But

then I looked at her eyes, which were staring straight at mine, and I realized what she wanted.



�Yes, Professor Bascom, I do know how that is,� I said.



A smile crossed her face as she released my hand. �Ah, much better, my pet, I�m glad you

remember the proper way to address me.�



I resisted the temptation to look over at Laura to see how she was reacting to this act, and simply

sat down again. Susan grabbed one of the stuffed chairs next to Laura, facing me, and demurely

sat down, crossing her legs and covering them as best as she could with the robe.



�Did you bring my panties back, Bob?�



�Yes, Professor Bascom, I have them,� I replied, standing up and taking them out of my pocket.



�Bring them to me, please, pet.�



I walked over to her and handed them to her, standing over her. From that angle I had a nice

view of her ample cleavage down her robe. I thought I could see her nipples poking into the

robe, but it was hard to tell among the soft folds of the silk.



She reached for the panties and looked at them, then lifted them to her nose and sniffed them for

a second. With a look of disgust she threw them down on the floor about five feet away and

shouted at me, �DID YOU THINK I WANTED THEM RETURNED TO ME DIRTY, YOU

IDIOT?�



I almost jumped and hit the ceiling, shocked as I was to be yelled at by her. I didn�t know what

to say, so I mumbled a �I�m sorry,� and went to sit down again.



�Get back here, I didn�t tell you to sit down,� Susan said sternly. I stopped, turned around, and

walked back to her. As I did, I could see Laura�s face, which had a look of intense

concentration, staring at Susan.



As I stood in front of her again, she said in a more calm voice, �Get down on your knees.� Now

wanting to endure her wrath again, I did as she told.



�I�ll forgive you this time, Bob, but you need to clean them for me now,� she said, now looking

down at me.



�What!?!?,� I almost shouted up at her.



�You heard me,� she said, still in a calm voice. �Take them into the bathroom there and wash

them for me,� and she pointed toward the bathroom off the living area.



I couldn�t believe she was making me do this. The humiliation of this act was compounded by

Laura witnessing it. Usually, I was the one with the power over the grad students, and the idea

that this young woman was watching Susan debase me was mortifying. �Oh, come on Su -, I

mean Professor Bascom,� I said. �Give me a break, this is ridiculous.�



�Bob,� she said, still with a calm in her voice. �Did you get my e-mail a little while ago?�



�Yes,� I replied.



�And you realize, of course, that I have a copy of that photo without your face blurred out.�



�Yes, Professor Bascom,� I replied solemnly, �I realize that.�



�Good. Then being the smart man that you are, I�m sure you also realize that as easily as I e-

mailed that picture to you, I could send the other version of it to anybody I so choose. Such as

your department chair, your colleagues, and even Sarah.�



The thought of any of these possibilities was nauseating, but I was particularly concerned about

the idea of my wife, Sarah, seeing the pictures and finding out what had happened. I looked up

at Susan, and after hesitating a few seconds, I said defeatedly, �Yes, Professor Bascom, I know

that.�



�Okay, then what do you need to do?� she asked.



I went to pick up the panties on the floor next to me, but before I could reach for them she said,

�I asked you a question, Bob.�



I stopped, and turned back to her. �I need to wash them.�



She just stared at me, again with that intent gaze, waiting for me to correct myself.



I sighed, and said, �I need to wash your panties for you, Professor Bascom.�



She gave me a small smile and replied, �Much better, pet. Now get to your task. Be sure to

wash them thoroughly, and you�ll find a hair dryer in there you can use to dry them.�



I reached for the panties one more time, but she stopped me once again. �No, pet, don�t use your

hands, that would be too easy for you. Crawl over there and pick them up with your mouth, then

crawl to the bathroom.�



I hesitated again, not believing she was doing this to me. When I first came to her room, I really

had hoped that I would return the panties, we�d laugh, and it would be over with. She would

have had her kinky little fun and games the other night, and that would be the end of it. But I

realized now there was going to be more of her dominance to which I was going to have to

submit.



Resigned to my fate, I crawled the few feet over to the panties, leaned forward and picked them

with my mouth, and then turned to crawl to the bathroom. As I did so, I heard Susan let out a

little �Woof, woof � just like a good doggy, huh Laura?�



Laura chuckled a little and said, �Yes, Professor Bascom.�



Thoroughly humiliated, I scampered on all fours over to the bathroom as fast as I could. When I

got in there, I heard Susan say, �Okay, you can stand up now so you can reach the sink and

dryer.�



I stood, thankful to get off my knees. I turned on the tap and waited for the hot water to come

out, and when it did, I began to soak the panties in the sink.