Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

"I also want you to understand that it's not just an education. We have the ear of so many people in this society. Your success is already secured. You won't want for a job or a career. We can place you anywhere. The biggest door ever has opened up for you. Now, whether you enjoy the journey, that's going to be your choice. You can either sit here and feel sorry for yourself or look at this as the opportunity it is and play the system. Submit to the right person, and you could be claimed and kept in diamonds and nothing else. You don't understand it now, but the longer you're with us, the clearer it will become."

She sits there for a moment, her brain firing. "But what if I don't want to submit?"

A huge grin stretches over my face. "Then don't. It will make the takedown all the sweeter. You see, there are several out there like me that like the fight. I find it absolutely thrilling to take down my prey and have my way with her." I reach out to thumb her lip, but she jerks her head back out of reach. Ahh, there's the fight I was hoping to see. I tangle my fingers through her tresses and anchor her head. "Just like that. And I bet you're even wetter now, aren't you?" She doesn't answer, but her blush gives me the answer I need. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy my time with you, Mouse."

Pulling out the papers, I look about for a pen. I bring them both over to her to fill out while we’re waiting. There’s no telling how long he’s going to be, and we might as well not waste time just sitting here. She brings them down to her lap, forehead scrunching as she reads over the first page.

“I don’t think I understand.”

“It’s just like John said. Something looks fun, mark it here. If you’re considering it but are unsure, mark it here. If you cannot stomach the idea of something, mark it here. Honestly, for you, I’d just ignore the sections underneath each activity that says ‘have you experienced this.’ It’s obvious you’ve never done a kinky thing in your life.”

Her head hangs just a bit lower at my words. I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings, but it’s the truth. She’s the most untried girl I’ve ever met. She’s still practically a virgin despite giving up her V card. Looking down, I watch as she nibbles on the end of the pen, face scrunched up as she goes through each thing. As much as I want to look over and see what she’s writing, I also want to give her the illusion of privacy.

“I don’t understand.”

Glancing down at the section she’s working through, I see that she’s gotten to the Adult Baby section. Not really my kink, but more members than I ever imagined were very much into it. Though I don’t know her as intimately as I wanted to, something tells me that Adult Baby is not her thing.

“Do you want someone to put you in diapers, change you, and let you act like an infant at various times of the day?”

Her face screws up in a look of disbelief. Chuckling, I point to the hard limit section where her fingers fly to confirm that she indeed isn’t into that. The rest of the papers take forever, her progress painstakingly slow. On the one hand, it’s a good thing. She’s taking this seriously and wants to do a good job. On the other hand, having to stop every few minutes and explain a kink or fetish was soon becoming tiresome. Next time, I’ll suggest to John that a liaison should be provided for extreme vanillas. They might be more gentle and understanding about their questions.

"Fresh meat, I see." Looking up, I spot Bradley over in the door frame, his long body leaning against the wood.

Not a moment too soon. Melody just finished with her packet, and I had a hard-on that could hammer nails. As irritating as it was to explain everything, her innocence was just way too much for me to deal with. It’s taking every ounce of restraint to not pull her into an empty doctor’s room and initiate her myself into the kinks I like and prefer. But what would be the point? Why train her when she’s probably going to go to the highest bidder?

From what little I did see of her interested category, the extreme sadists would have their hands tied. Perhaps in time, she’ll revisit some of the hard limits if she meets someone who can gently break her in to those edgier parts, but as her list stands now, a good chunk of the members will find themselves frustrated.

"Well, bring her on back. I have a small window here. As much as I'd love to dally with this beautiful woman, there actually are people that are sick that I have to attend to." He motions us back, and I unlock Melody from her handcuff.

Plucking the papers from her hands, I help her up out of the seat. A slight tremble in her hand is the only indication that she's feeling nervous. Outwardly, she's the picture of calm. A sense of pride pricks me for a moment before I squash it down and usher her into the room. I hurry her past the two-way mirror, not wanting her to dwell on the fact that others could be watching at any moment. There will be time later to pull out any hidden exhibitionist side she might have.

As they make their way forward, I flip through to the section I know very well and skim the options. A stupid smirk crosses my face as I read off some of the humiliation kinks that I so do enjoy. She might not be a great match for the heavy hitters, but we at least have enough in common for me to have fun. Maybe I should reconsider?

"Undress and hop up on the table."

Melody looks between Bradley and me, uncertainty lining her features. With a sigh, I lay the papers down on a free counter.

"In case this isn't clear in any way, if any member of this faculty tells you to do something, you will do it right away or suffer the consequences. Remember our lesson from earlier?" She shuffles for a moment then nods. “Unless told otherwise, every teacher here now owns you, body and soul." I reach for my belt and advance. "So, I would obey Dr. Bradley right away."

Melody's head bobs up and down as she grasps the hem of her shirt and pulls upwards. Finally, I get to see those breasts that I've been lusting after these few months. The bra she has underneath is nondescript and plain. Frowning, I make a mental note to take her shopping at some point. She will need a much prettier wardrobe for the future. How will she entice a senator with a white, cotton, full-coverage bra? I ignore that small flash of anger and jealousy. Really, I should walk away now. If I can't control myself at the start of things, that won't bode well for the future.

Bradley eyes her as she disrobes, but his gaze is much more detached and impersonal. Maybe this will be a normal physical after all, just with extra spectators. Glancing over, I see the mirror and the curtain that's pulled back on the other side. My fingers itch to loosen that curtain and hide her from everyone else's view. But what good would that do when they'll just see her in all her glory later tonight? Zeroing in on her breasts, I hold my breath as she unclasps her bra. Gorgeous. My mouth waters at the sight of her nipples. Already I'm running scenarios through my head of how to torture those buds. Are they sensitive, I wonder?

I want to reach out and pinch them between my fingers, but this isn't my scene right now. I'm here to observe, and that's all. Bradley's gaze goes from cool to heated in an instant, and I can't wait to see what he does to her. Melody's small shimmy as she divests her pants makes everything on her wiggle in just the right way. She goes to sit on the exam table, but Bradley stops her.

"Not so fast; there are several tests I need to run first." He nods to the scale in the corner. "I want a true weight for my records. Are you currently on any form of birth control?"

"No, Sir," she mumbles, glancing over at me. Is she already imagining me deep inside her, filling her with my seed? My balls draw up at the thought.

"Last sexual partner?"

Her response is so faint I can't even hear it, but I'm praying to any deity that will hear me that she wasn’t lying about being a virgin. Deflowering is a messy business, and I want no part in that. Riley loves virgins, but even I wouldn't subject her to him. A shudder runs through me at the thought. I've seen his submissives after he's played with them. If I have my way, Melody will never even get onto his radar.

"Have you had an STD panel done?"