Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

Her eyes speak volumes but say nothing as she clutches the papers to her and nods. Twitching, I adjust myself and gather her back to me, turning her towards the door.

“Oh, and Melody.” We both stop and turn. “Don’t try and think you’ll outsmart me by putting everything in your hard limit category. You will not like having that discussion with me. Especially not when I try out each and everything on that list to determine your true feelings.”

Her face pales as I shuffle her out of the office. It’s good she’s frightened. She needs to know just how serious this is. Leading her to a small door next to the main office, I pause, look about, then usher her in. Todd, our cyber guy, looks up from the keyboard, a lascivious grin on his face. No doubt he’s already fapped off to the scene in John’s office. It’s a blessing and a curse to have everything recorded as we do. Right now, the curse is, having to deal with his smug attitude as I move Melody closer.

Her eyes widen as she takes in various screens, all showing bits and pieces of the campus. No area, except those housing regular students, goes unmonitored. Even if it’s not on the screen, I know it’s still being recorded. Her eyes pause on the feed from The Bordello. I can see from one blip her room is being prepared just as commanded. Other rooms are a sexual tableau, whereas other rooms, like the bathrooms, show the submissives doing personal things normally reserved for privacy. Good thing she’s seeing this now. It will make her even more aware of following the rules. There’s nowhere she can escape. Even going to the bathroom is monitored.

“Welcome to the team. Your ass looks beautiful in crimson.”

A flush creeps over her face, turning it the same shade as her ass. She opens her mouth to answer when her eyes dart up to a scene on the bigger screens. John has Shelaine bent over his desk, trusty paddle in his hand, as he instills in her the importance of maintaining her submissive demeanor. As he pulls down his pants, cock out for the world to see, Melody averts her eyes, the stain of embarrassment getting brighter.

“That it does,” I agree, pulling her hand close to a brightly lit machine next to the monitors.

With her hand laying on the pad, it takes no time for Todd to input her fingerprints and assign them to her room. I nod my thanks as I grab her to me and steer her out into the hallway.