u/DarkMistressCirce

Welcome, I’m a 26-year-old feminist PhD student in Psychology teaching Intro Psych at a large university and a trained hypnotist. I’ve spent years believing women are intellectually and psychologically superior to men, and I still do. I’m stronger, sharper, and more in control than any guy here could ever be. So why am I posting in a place like this? Because as a trained I’ve started discovering how intoxicating it is to use that power. I love the rush of knowing I can slip suggestions into eager minds, make them ache, and keep them wrapped around my finger while staying completely safe and dominant. Part of me wants to see just how far that control goes… and maybe test how “convertible” some of you think you can make a woman like me. I’m not here to be broken. I’m here because teasing and owning men while they try to convert me sounds deliciously fun.

Hello nice to meet you I’m  26, a PhD student in Psychology teaching Intro to Psych this semester at a large university. And recently i learnt that i love behaving in a way that i shouldn't. It all started yesterday when I picked my clothes and chose a just-revealing-enough black dress fitted through the waist and hips, with a neckline that showed a tasteful hint of cleavage and a hem that hit mid-thigh when I walked. Professional enough for campus but certainly, eye-catching.
I paired it with sheer black tights and heels.

I felt powerful and sexy walking into class.
Although I might have overdone it a bit, because one of the students who always sits front row, couldn’t hide how much he was affected. I caught him staring at my legs and chest multiple times during lecture. I should probably shut it down but instead, I fed into it a little. Maybe a bit too much because after the class he came by my office hours for help with his paper. Door stayed wide open the whole time. But even so I sat on the edge of my desk, legs crossed high so the dress rode up my thighs, and leaned in close while we went over his work. I kept my voice low and told him, “Good boys impress me. I expect you to give me your absolute best.” I held his eyes, and let my heel brush against his leg, just enough to pretend it was an accident and gave him that slow smile that I know gets to guys. He got so flushed and I could clearly see him trying to hide what I only assume was an erection. The rush I felt was insane, knowing I can tease them like this while staying completely safe and in control. Nothing overt, nothing that could actually get me in trouble, but enough that he’ll probably think about me all night. 

Being their young professor who has this kind of quiet power over them has awakened something dominant in me that I didn’t expect. It turns me on way more than it probably should.