For four years, I'd been waiting to get into Professor Amelia London's class. Beautiful, charming, a celebrated poet: She was everything I wasn't and everything I wanted to be. So imagine how crushed I was when my first assignment not only failed to impress her, but was riddled with red, mocking ink! Luckily, though, she was a devoted teacher, first and foremost, and was more than willing to give me an extra credit assignment designed to make me come out of my shell. Sure, it may have seemed a little unorthodox to demand that I dress in a way that showed off my body. And maybe her exercises seemed to be of a humiliating, personal nature. But she was Amelia London! Like I told her -- I would do anything to please her. I just didn't expect that what would please her was becoming her personal sex toy!