Professor Harlow – Chap 4 – by summer1973.
This is the 4th chapter in a series. The previous chapter has not been rated as well as I would like so I hope this one is better.
Please let me know what you think? Constructive comments, suggestions, and ratings are welcomed.
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Stepping into the shorts Professor Harlow has left for me and sliding them over my hips I realize I may as well not even be wearing shorts. They are turquoise vinyl, extremely tight, and barely cover my ass. If that weren’t slutty enough they almost don’t cover my mound.
The top isn’t much better. While you could technically call it a tank top in general terms, it may as well be nothing at all.
It has spaghetti straps and that is where the similarity ends.
It is nothing more than a super tight ribbon that exposes the top and bottom of my titties.
I look like a stripper doing a lap dance and my pussy starts to moisten looking at my whorish reflection.
I’ve just finished curling my long auburn my hair when Professor comes to see if I am almost ready because we were about to land.
I am, I tell him.
“You look like the little slut you are and good enough to eat.”
My clit starts to harden as I start to think about being eaten when Professor grabs my hand and leads me to our seats.
I see that Anna has on equally slutty apparel.
The sign above the exit says thank you for using Billy Bishop Airport.
I am amazed as the car that picked us up pulls onto a ferry.
Looking around, I immediately see the CN Tower and realize we are in Toronto.
I came here once as a child with my parents. We went to Rogers Centre for a Blue Jay’s game, the Royal Ontario Museum, and the CN Tower. It was delightful.
The ferry has us to the mainland almost immediately. It doesn’t take us long and we arrive in front of the Ritz-Carlton.
The hotel feels at though it is nearly at the base of the CN Tower and I hope we will be going there. The view is breathtaking from the top.
As we cross the lobby people turn to stare us. Why wouldn’t they?
I feel less like a lap dancer and more like I am prowling the streets looking for a customer as we cross the luxurious lobby.
We bypass any sort of check in and head straight for the elevators.
Professor Harlow selects level 19 and I hope I get fucked soon.
The slut walk as we made our way across the lobby made me incredibly hot; further confirming to me my slut status.
Stopping on the 19th floor, we step into more opulence than I have ever imagined.
Dr. Burton leads Anna to a connecting suite and Professor Harlow leads me to a bedroom bigger than some homes I swear.
We walk to the edge of an oversized king bed and he motions me to sit.
He sits next to me and tells me we need to talk.
“Miss Madison, the time has come for you to make a decision.”
“You either need to make a commitment or you need to return to your dorm after signing a non-disclosure contract.”
Without even thinking a moment words of acceptance escape my lips.
It is in this moment that cements in me the knowledge that I really am a whore. And I love it.
“Excellent choice. I’m very pleased.”
“Now you will need to confirm that acceptance with your signature on a very basic contract.”
Basic, how bad can it be?
It turns out that it isn’t quite that basic.
I must agree to the following conditions.
- I agree to wear whatever is chosen for me, including forgoing underwear or bras.
- I agree to do as I am told at all times. Including whatever sexual partners that are chosen for me.
- I agree to travel wherever I am told to.
- I agree be photographed and retain no ownership of the pictures. They may be sold or published in any way Professor sees fit.
- I agree that should I disobey I accept punishment in various forms and am protected with a safe word I choose.
Without hesitating I sign the contract and my pussy is pooling in my tiny vinyl shorts.
“Miss Madison please indicate your safe word on the bottom line and date and initial alongside.”
I choose to use orange only because it was the first word that came to mind for some reason.
“Soon we will be going to an event at the CN Tower. You will be preforming in a type of fashion show.”
“Your first apparel is hanging in the bathroom. Get dressed.”
“Yes Sir.”
Completely submitting has me so wet I can’t even explain why; I just know I am.
I see that will be wearing a white bra trimmed with white satin ribbons that leaves my hard nipples totally exposed.
A tiny ribbon garter that sits in the middle of my hips is holding up white thigh high stockings trimmed with satin ribbons tied in a bow.
Fuck. I look hot as hell and my naked slit is visibly wet.
I grab the sheer matching robe and strut my ass in white stilettos to the living room.
Anna is wearing what is essentially a red ribbon that parts her lips and ties around her neck just covering her nipples.
I’m sort of jealous her lingerie (if you could call it that) is sluttier than mine.
Who am I kidding though? I am getting sluttier by the second.
Anna and I both put on our robes and follow the men to the elevator. We are holding hands.
I can see she as just as nervous about what we are about to experience.
We avoid the slut walk across the lobby as we both receive knee length jackets.
The drive to CN Tower is only minutes and as soon as we enter the building our jackets are taken from us and we step on to the elevator.
My heart is pounding so fast as the doors open to, what is labeled, the LookOut Level.
The elegant space is surrounded by floor to ceiling windows that reveal the remarkable view I remember.
Attendees of this event must be members and their projects who, presumably, have signed similar contracts as mine.
All of the girls are standing slightly behind the member who has brought them as the men greet each other.
Each of us is dressed in some sort on lingerie, some are more conservative in their appearance than others.
I dutifully follow Professor Harlow around the expansive space as he speaks with other members.
By my count I see about 50 men and their projects.
None of us speak a word as we are paraded around the room.
How am I getting so turned on by being nearly naked and totally ignored.
The girls vary in size, shape, weight, and titty size. All are striking in their beauty.
Before long we are seated at large round tables with seating for eight.
The men clearly know each other and engage in small talk while the other three girls and I sit silently.
It is only moments before food arrives.
As we begin to eat Mr. Gibson, club president, takes the stage.
I had not seen him previously this evening and remembering him fucking my ass only continues to fuel the sloppy mess between my legs.
“Welcome fellow members and their newly contracted projects that shall henceforth be called owned sluts.”
“Why don’t we fill the sluts in on what exactly they have signed up for?”
The members respond by clapping and I begin to get nervous because that doesn’t good.
“You girls have been selected because you were observed being slutty in front of a member and were invited to enjoy a year of servitude.”