Guest Speaker

I was both horny and nervous. Nervous because of the topic of the conversation I was about to have, and horny either because of the topic, or because of my hormones. I use birth control pills to reduce my period to a few times a year, but for me that seems to leave me pretty much always in the state I used to be a few days before I came on, horny and turned on by pretty much anything. The Professor's door was open, so I just knocked on it as I walked in.

"Hello Professor Gale, we have an appointment for 1?"

"Yes, Jane Smith? Please close the door and have a seat."

I wasn't sure what the office for a professor of human sexuality should look like, but it looked pretty much like the other academic offices I'd seen at the university, no artistic nude photos or fertility statues or suggestive pictures of flowers, just degrees and certificates beside her chair and a window behind her, shelves filled with books which I wasn't so used to seeing with reduced paper. I took a seat, crossed my ankles and clasped my hands together to try to avoid nervous shaking.

"Your email said you were here regarding the syllabus for next semester's 'Human Sexuality' seminar, in which I was asking for potential guest speakers on unusual topics? I was a bit confused because you filled out the form indicating the guest speaker was someone else, not you, but you also attached the student personal information waiver for this course, which is only used if it's your experience being shared with me."

"Yes Professor, I also filled out that form because the potential guest speaker is my girlfriend, but discussing her experience with you may reveal personal information about me, and I also didn't want to get in trouble for concealing our relationship since some of the work I submit in the course may relate to our experiences. She is fine with me sharing some details with you and if you think it may be of interest, she'll fill out the external subject waiver form and we can both meet with you."

"Okay, Jane - or Ms. Smith?"

"Jane's fine"

"Okay for this conversation at least, just call me Barbara. I'm more formal in class though, so call me Professor or Doctor next semester. I know you filled out the form, but I just want to confirm you understand that if your suggested guest speaker is approved by me and you do a related written assignment, or if she is used as a scenario in the final exam, it won't be possible to have me do the usual anonymous marking by student number because your answer will probably reveal your relationship with her. Also, and I want to emphasize this before you reveal any information, other than that you have a girlfriend, I am heavily biased against having a student or someone in a relationship with a student be a guest speaker. So your girlfriend's experience would have to be unusual and, in my view, useful in teaching the course, for me to even consider having her as a speaker. I'm also not sure, I'll have to check, the usual honorarium paid to guest speakers may not be available because she's your girlfriend, a relationship with you, a student, may be a bar to her receiving payment. Also, before we proceed further, since you provided the signed waiver I just need to see some photo ID to confirm you're who you say you are. Student ID is fine, it has your photo and name, I don't need to authenticate your signature."

I showed her my student ID, she took a quick look then said, "Okay, go ahead."

"Thanks Barbara, and it's okay if there's no honorarium, it's relevant to her wanting to be a guest speaker, that part of the unusual aspect relates to her wanting to discuss her condition. She's turned on by talking about it."

"Okay Ms. Smith, this course is not a joke, I will not let people use it as part of their fetish! It's not a first year course for credit, it's an upper year course that even has some masters students take it, it's a serious subject. I will try to ignore that we had this conversation when you are my student, if you're still going to take the class without it being part of your kink. Please close the door on your way out and from now on it's Professor or Doctor again."

"Wait, professor, give me a minute, I can very briefly explain why her being turned on is specifically related to what makes her, I think, particularly unusual. Please."

"Hurry up Ms. Smith."

"Okay, my girlfriend was kind of into some extreme stuff in our relationship, and we were both on the university summer exchange program in Europe last summer. While there, we did some excursions to places like Amsterdam, some Scandinavian countries, and Eastern Europe. As you know some of those countries have different laws, and, in a place where it was legal, we both had sex with dogs and in fact I lost my virginity to a dog." I was pretty sure I was red faced, I'd had to practice saying this ahead of this meeting to be able to get it out, which my girlfriend found fucking hilarious hearing me say it again and again.

"Ms. Smith, even if that occurred, and there's no way to prove it, a web search will provide thousands of videos of woman having sex with dogs and even other animals."

"Professor, we actually have videos showing our faces, but that's not the most unusual thing. One weekend we went to Germany and met up with a weird dominant group in Berlin, and my girlfriend wanted us to go with them on a trip through Eastern Europe the next time we were free. I was creeped out by them and refused and tried to persuade her not to go, but she went. And then, sorry Professor I just have to say this: she had a clitoridectomy, her clitoris was removed, and she can no longer orgasm. We discovered she's turned on by selectively revealing her condition, or at least hinting at it, stuff like that is how she expresses her sexuality, along with, well, pleasing me. And we discovered she's actually turned on and enjoys being teased and humiliated about not being able to orgasm. So I know lots of women are victims of genital mutilation, but my girlfriend was not a child victim or someone who married someone from a different culture or religion, she's a normal sexually active adult lesbian western woman with no reason for having it done, who had it done to her unwillingly, and she copes in part by using her inability to orgasm as a kink or fetish, sorry I don't know the technical term."

"I'm very sorry to hear that happened to her, assuming this story is accurate, but wouldn't any normal person call the police, or sue, or something? From what you said it was Eastern Europe, though I'm suspicious you haven't specified the country, they're not the sort of places or culture this is more common in!"

"Professor, from talking through with her after, and the creeps even sent us a video, they recorded the procedure on my girlfriend's phone and sent it to me, and we think they may have taken advantage of a translation issue with the doctor and the consent forms. It looked like a normal clinic and gynecology table with stirrups, well lit and everything. Also, she's a quiet sort of drunk, she doesn't slur or anything, it's not obvious and the doctor may not have realized she was out of it. My girlfriend had a very large clitoris, she'd even gotten a prescription for testosterone to help grow it, and she really wanted to have her clit hood removed to make it even more visible. So being told about female circumcision, and if the group told her it was removal only of her clit hood, she may have agreed and signed the consent forms and told the doctor she wanted it. And the doctor may have thought that because of her unusually large clitoris and understanding the English female circumcision, that she wanted it removed. I've since learned that there are a number of places in Eastern Europe specializing in gender assignment surgery including genital surgery and removal."

"This is a lot to take in, but I'm still bothered you keep saying Eastern Europe and before you said Scandinavia when you were talking about bestiality, and say she may have, all this vagueness makes me suspicious."

"It's vague for her, Professor, you don't have customs between countries once you're in Europe, the group was driving her around, and she remembers signing a consent form in another language with the group helping translate, but she can't remember enough or how the doctor spoke to be sure which country it was. And as I said she was drunk, from my own experience with her she's a quiet drunk who seems normal but doesn't remember stuff very well. I mentioned they sent a video, but the doctor when shown was wearing a mask and quiet, it was only one German woman talking from the group."

"And Scandinavia?"

"That's because I had that experience with dogs also, and it relates to part of what she'd talk about, but I don't like to reveal too much specific information about what happened where in which country, in case I'm mistaken about which countries it was legal in, I mean we did a web search we didn't hire a lawyer to ask about dog sex!"

"Hmm, I have your email, I'll think about it and let you know if I want to meet your girlfriend to discuss her experiences and whether I think it would be useful for the course. I have enough information, and this has been a disturbing conversation, please do close the door."

"Yes Professor."

Barbara looked at the closed door for a few seconds, then got up, walked over and locked it. Coming back to her chair she saw a large damp spot on the leather, and grabbed a tissue to wipe it before thinking, screw it, I don't know why I'm turned on by what happened to that woman, if she's real, but it's never wrong to masturbate to personal fantasies, no point in cleaning up before I finish.

At least, that's what I fantasized the Professor did, I prefer thinking of her as Professor or maybe Professor MILF, aargh bad Jane! I don't particularly enjoy masturbating in university washrooms, or I mean I guess I enjoy it but then when I'm finished I'm grossed out by everything I've touched, leaned on or sat on, and my girlfriend had agreed to wait in our room to meet up after I met with the prof. I'd have a lot more fun with her than on my own! I may be a pillow princess, but for good and obvious reasons.