The Secret of My Studious Life

I can hardly bring myself to type this, but I've been in a Dominant-submissive relationship for the past year. It started innocently enough with some role-playing while studying for exams, I needed someone to push me and make sure I didn't slack off. She was my grad school professor, older than me by a decade or more, with an air of authority that made me feel small in a way I couldn’t quite understand at first. The dynamic has evolved from strict academic accountability into something more intimate and personal. It's not just about the grades anymore; it’s about being her little, having to ask for permission to read certain papers or discuss my ideas. When she uses that deep, stern voice of hers, I can feel myself shrinking into a position of total submission. I'm ashamed because this wasn't supposed to be more than just studying together. But now it's become an essential part of our daily routine, and every time we meet, there's this mix of fear and anticipation that grips me. It’s like a secret pact between us, one I never expected would take such a hold on my life.