Accept the collar.

You fall to your knees. You stare up at Professor Puissan. He's even more intoxicatingly imposing from this angle. You know it's insane, to throw away your manhood, your freedom, your soul...all because of a few fleeting moments with his magik fingers. But you also know it just feels right to be staring up at this dominant creature as he stares down at you. "Please, sir, may I have the collar?"

Professor Puissan looks down at you warmly, like you would at a puppy that's yet to be housebroken. "Of course my pet, but you call me Master from now on, and only when I've given you permission to speak. Nod if you understand." You head jerks up and down so fast your head rattles. You know you should be embarrased submitting so desperately to a middle aged nerd with a pencil thin mustache, but his power is undeniable. And when you feel the collar close around your neck, hear the fateful CLICK as it fastens closed, you know you've made the right decision. Perhaps the last one you'll ever have to make.

"Good girl. Now I am a patient man, but not a forgiving one. I understand this is all still so new to you. I give you permission to be confused, afraid, even angry as you realize what you've agreed to. But..." You feel the collar grow white hot, scorching your soul with indescribable agony without leaving a mark on your perfect pink skin. "If you disobey me, this pain will feel like pleasure compared to what follows."

The collar cools and the pain fades away as Master attaches a leash to the ring on your collar. You feel a light tug and that is all you need to start obediently crawling on all fours like an animal behind him. You can't believe you are going along with this, being paraded naked and dripping to every horned up monster that passes you in the halls, but the alternative of disobeying your Master is unthinkable. "Now be a good pet and follow quietly behind me. I have some errands to run. While you wait on me, if anyone wants to use you, you are to show them the same courtesy I would expect you to show me."

You wonder exactly how "courteous" he plans on you being as you follow him out into the hall. It is packed with students and faculty alike and any hopes you might go unnoticed are immediately dashed as you hear shouts of surprise, mocking laughter, and grunts of unbridled lust. You wonder if anyone can tell how deep your blushing with your skin so perfectly pink, but you know they can't miss the shameful trail left by your sopping wet cunt. You wonder how far Master's office is from here, and every inch feels like a mile.

You feel your body shift and swell, your skin change color and complexion, and your hair grow and alter to fit the filthy fantasies of everyone that stares long and hard enough. It makes you more and more anguishingly aroused and all you can do is pray Master's office is close and he doesn't need to make any stops. "Wait here, pet." He ties your leash to a locker door and enters an office without a further word of explanation. You are left, nude, kneeling, not knowing when he'll return, but commanded to be "open" to anyone who asks.

It feels like an eternity waiting. Worrying that one of the studs strolling by will walk up and use you as a cocksleeve. Time passes at a crawling pace as the passerbys slow down and stare as they walk past. You continually shift into the dark desires of the strongest willed amongst them and you are starting to worry that they WON'T walk up and use you as a cocksleeve. Suddenly, a swaggering stud stops dead in his tracks, stares deep into your eyes, and transforms you into a stunning faun with a petite build and soft, downy fur. He walks up to you, unzipping his pants. You turn around and lift your tail, offering your hungry holes to him, too horny to care who sees it.

"Sorry, son, I have more errands to run. Maybe next time." Master unties your leash and leads you whimpering down the hall. Now your need is blatant to everyone you crawl past. Your tail is lifted high and throbbing in the air, dripping pink creamy spurts on your back. Your ass sways seductively and heads are turning. A few even begin to follow you down the hall. After what feels like an eternity, Master stops at another office and ties your leash to the door.

You have drawn a small crowd by this point and they have surrounded you in seconds, pulling out their hard cocks. The strongest willed among them apparently has a thing for Whitney Wright because soon her perfectly plump lips are wrapped around their hard cocks. You wonder what kind of creatures they are, but your curiosity is short lived as your cunt is finally filled with a hard cock, and you don't particularly care what kind of creature it belongs to. You feel another cock fill your ass and you are lovingly lost in the sensation of hard shafts sawing in and out of you with only a thin wall of tissue between them. You bob on the remaining cocks, stroking them with your supple hands between slobbery sucks, desperately deep throating them in hopes of milking out their creamy cum before Master returns.

You feel the first of three cock surrounding you shoot down your thirsty throat, then the second and third shoot across your slutty face. You spasm around the cocks in your ass and cunt and they explode in turn. You go to your blissfully brainless place as you slurp up their seed through your horny holes and sensitive skin. By the time Master returns and takes you by your leash, you feel floaty and free. You vaguely question how you could feel so released and serene while bound and exposed, but you decide one of the freedoms you now enjoy is not having to worry about those confounding contradictions as long as you feel warm and well fed.

There is a jaunty spring to your crawl as you continue on to Master's office. You almost wish he had more errands, as you now have a throng of horny followers behind you, but you arrive at his office shortly after. "Good girl. I'm going to untie you and you can crawl under my desk and curl at my feet. If you stay still and don't distract me, you'll get a nice reward when I'm done with my work."

You coo as you curl up at his feet and drift into a calm, cum filled, waking slumber...