The dimly lit bar was filled with the murmur of conversations and the clink of glasses. Jake, a shy but determined college student, sat nursing his beer, his eyes occasionally darting towards the entrance. He had been waiting for this moment all week—the chance to see Professor Matthews outside of the classroom.Professor Matthews, known for his sharp intellect and even sharper suits, entered the bar with an air of confidence that seemed to command attention without effort. Jake's heart raced as he watched the professor scan the room, finally locking eyes with him. A moment later, Professor Matthews was making his way over, his expression unreadable."Jake, right? Mind if I join you?" The professor's voice was smooth, almost hypnotic."Uh, no, not at all," Jake stammered, trying to hide his nervousness. "What brings you here tonight?""Just winding down after a long day," Professor Matthews replied, sitting down and signaling for a drink. "You know, I've noticed you in class. You always have such interesting insights."Flattered, Jake smiled. "Thanks, I try."As they chatted, Jake felt himself growing more comfortable, drawn in by the professor's charisma. It wasn't long before their conversation turned flirtatious, each word punctuated by the soft jazz playing in the background."You know, Jake, I find your eagerness quite refreshing," Professor Matthews said, leaning closer. "Perhaps we could continue this discussion in a more private setting?"Jake's pulse quickened. "Like where?""My office. It's just around the corner. We could talk more freely there."Without waiting for a response, Professor Matthews stood up and placed a hand on Jake's shoulder. "Come on, let's go."Jake followed, his mind racing with possibilities. This was it—he was finally going to get what he wanted.The walk to the office was short but tense. Jake tried to read the professor's intentions, but his face remained inscrutable. They arrived at a door marked with a simple nameplate: 'Dr. L. Matthews'.Inside, the office was neat and scholarly, lined with books and adorned with a few abstract paintings. Professor Matthews locked the door behind them, turning to face Jake with an intensity that made him shiver."Now, Jake, I want you to understand something," the professor began, his tone suddenly authoritative. "I have certain...expectations when it comes to my students."Confused, Jake nodded. "Of course, I respect that.""Good. Because tonight, you're going to do exactly as I say."Before Jake could respond, Professor Matthews produced a small, intricate device from his desk drawer—a chastity cage. Jake's eyes widened in disbelief."What is that for?" he asked, his voice cracking."This will ensure your focus remains on our lessons," the professor explained matter-of-factly. "Now, let's get this fitted."Jake backed away, shaking his head. "No, I can't. This isn't what I agreed to.""Agreed to? You didn't agree to anything, Jake. You came here willingly, and now you'll submit."Jake's mind whirled. He looked around, searching for a way out, but the door was locked. The professor advanced, his grip firm as he maneuvered Jake onto a nearby chair."Relax, Jake. This is for your own good," the professor insisted, his hands deftly working the device onto Jake's flaccid member.Jake struggled, but the professor's strength was overwhelming. Within moments, the chastity cage was secured, the cold metal a stark reminder of his predicament."There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Professor Matthews said, standing back to admire his work. "Now, Jake, you need to listen carefully. If you want this removed, you'll follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?"Jake, still in shock, nodded numbly. His thoughts were a chaotic mess. What had he gotten himself into? And what did the professor have planned next?

A shy college student named Jake meets with his professor, Matthews, in a bar and they discuss Jake's interest in the professor's teachings. The professor, who seems interested in Jake, invites him to his office. Once there, he surprises Jake by producing a chastity cage and forcing it onto Jake's genitals. The professor explains that the cage is necessary for Jake's "lessons" and threatens to leave it on if Jake doesn't follow his instructions.

The dimly lit bar was filled with the murmur of conversations and the clink of glasses. Jake, a shy but determined college student, sat nursing his beer, his eyes occasionally darting towards the entrance. He had been waiting for this moment all week—the chance to see Professor Matthews outside of the classroom.

Professor Matthews, known for his sharp intellect and even sharper suits, entered the bar with an air of confidence that seemed to command attention without effort. Jake's heart raced as he watched the professor scan the room, finally locking eyes with him. A moment later, Professor Matthews was making his way over, his expression unreadable.

"Jake, right? Mind if I join you?" The professor's voice was smooth, almost hypnotic.

"Uh, no, not at all," Jake stammered, trying to hide his nervousness. "What brings you here tonight?"

"Just winding down after a long day," Professor Matthews replied, sitting down and signaling for a drink. "You know, I've noticed you in class. You always have such interesting insights."

Flattered, Jake smiled. "Thanks, I try."

As they chatted, Jake felt himself growing more comfortable, drawn in by the professor's charisma. It wasn't long before their conversation turned flirtatious, each word punctuated by the soft jazz playing in the background.

"You know, Jake, I find your eagerness quite refreshing," Professor Matthews said, leaning closer. "Perhaps we could continue this discussion in a more private setting?"

Jake's pulse quickened. "Like where?"

"My office. It's just around the corner. We could talk more freely there."

Without waiting for a response, Professor Matthews stood up and placed a hand on Jake's shoulder. "Come on, let's go."

Jake followed, his mind racing with possibilities. This was it—he was finally going to get what he wanted.

The walk to the office was short but tense. Jake tried to read the professor's intentions, but his face remained inscrutable. They arrived at a door marked with a simple nameplate: 'Dr. L. Matthews'.

Inside, the office was neat and scholarly, lined with books and adorned with a few abstract paintings. Professor Matthews locked the door behind them, turning to face Jake with an intensity that made him shiver.

"Now, Jake, I want you to understand something," the professor began, his tone suddenly authoritative. "I have certain...expectations when it comes to my students."

Confused, Jake nodded. "Of course, I respect that."

"Good. Because tonight, you're going to do exactly as I say."

Before Jake could respond, Professor Matthews produced a small, intricate device from his desk drawer—a chastity cage. Jake's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What is that for?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"This will ensure your focus remains on our lessons," the professor explained matter-of-factly. "Now, let's get this fitted."

Jake backed away, shaking his head. "No, I can't. This isn't what I agreed to."

"Agreed to? You didn't agree to anything, Jake. You came here willingly, and now you'll submit."

Jake's mind whirled. He looked around, searching for a way out, but the door was locked. The professor advanced, his grip firm as he maneuvered Jake onto a nearby chair.

"Relax, Jake. This is for your own good," the professor insisted, his hands deftly working the device onto Jake's flaccid member.

Jake struggled, but the professor's strength was overwhelming. Within moments, the chastity cage was secured, the cold metal a stark reminder of his predicament.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Professor Matthews said, standing back to admire his work. "Now, Jake, you need to listen carefully. If you want this removed, you'll follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?"

Jake, still in shock, nodded numbly. His thoughts were a chaotic mess. What had he gotten himself into? And what did the professor have planned next?

A feminization erotica. Jake is a regular student without sissy tendencies who has a crush on his male professor. One day the professor approaches Jake at a bar and they flirt a bit. The professor dominantly tells jake to come with him to his office. Jake follows thinking he's going to get laid. The professor puts a chastity cage on jake without his consent and keeps the key. Jake is dumbfounded. Professor tells Jake to do what he asks if he wants to be released. Jake has no idea what his professor has in mind...

A Sissy's Awakening

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