A short prelude to lunch

The class ends in her continued denial; they are still there after everyone has already left. The professor lingered at the lectern, shaking Rachael’s hand with clinical warmth. “An exemplary demonstration. The modifications make every involuntary response so visible. The students will remember this far longer than any diagram.”

Racheal responded, "It was my pleasure, it is my duty as the owner to make sure my pet is happy." Rachael smiled at the professor’s praise, her fingers never loosening on the leash. “She’s learning her place,” she said. “Would you like to examine her yourself?”

Professor Albright stepped closer, sharpening his gaze. “While a nice gesture, I have no interest in her besides a teaching material for the students.” Naomi’s breath caught, she was nothing more than an object to the professor.

Rachael’s smile didn’t waver. She gave the chain a slow, deliberate pull that stretched Naomi’s freshly pierced nipples into aching peaks and dragged the clit ring forward until the swollen hood throbbed visibly between her spread folds. Fresh arousal spilled in a glistening thread down her inner thigh. “Understood, Professor,” Rachael said. “We shall take our leave and head to lunch now, goodbye."

Naomi crawled after her master, each forward movement sending fresh jolts through the piercings and deeper into the plug until she reached the dining hall.