Getting on with the day.

I led my latex-wrapped Nikki to the bathroom so she could relieve herself. It was a nuisance I would just have to live with; I wasn't too keen on letting the things just wet themselves in my offices, after all. Nikki's suit featured a convenient zipper over her crotch, so it was a lot less hassle than it could have been, but I could have done without the girl's sad pouting even if she did manage to keep quiet.

Carol was finished showering and was towelling herself dry, careful not to expose herself to me. It was a laughable gesture, but harmless. She could have remained naked for all I cared, except for the students who would wander in and out of reception throughout the day. She would need to be dressed more often than not, so I saw no reason to go through the effort of training her to accept nudity; it would just be more work for me. I led both women back to the main office foyer, directing Carol to get dressed as I locked her chain once again to the desk. "Your duties have not changed, so be about your work."

Nikki was returned to her spot against the wall in my old office so I could get some work done before classes started. I felt her staring at me. She was unhappy, but at least she was obedient. Still, I found it mildly annoying. Not wanting to confuse the stupid girl with too many contradicting instructions regarding looking at me, I simply pulled a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs from the box and ordered Nikki's hands behind her back.

She tensed, fearful, as I closed the steel rings around her delicate wrists. but I didn't want her to have the option to remove the blindfold and wasn't interested in going through a list of instructions. It was simpler to just cuff her. The blindfold went on without resistance. "Good girl. Now settle in. No, on your knees."

Nikki lowered herself to her knees. I could tell she was miserable, perhaps even traumatized, but I didn't care. More and more she became a faceless thing to decorate my office. The blindfold suited her, matching her latex catsuit beautifully. Without her eyes staring, her pouty expression was actually very attractive. She would be allowed to continue sulking as long as she stayed quiet.

With Carol dressed like a proper receptionist—aside from the locked leather collar chaining her to her desk, perhaps I should consider an alternative method of restraint—and Nikki fetchingly displayed but no longer distracting, I finished up some paperwork and caught up on a few emails. By then, a few teachers had begun filtering in to the building to prepare for their own respective days. All male teachers; figures none of the women would come in. We were going to be short-handed. I'd have my work cut out for me.

I left Nikki alone in the dark, hidden in my old office where she wouldn't be a bother or distraction to anyone, and transferred my important things to my new office. That's when I noticed the voicemails. All from the same woman, all left late at night. It was Nikki's mother, apparently.

Principal Blackburn, It's Linda Johnson. Nikki Johnson's mother. I don't even know if you're getting these, but I don't know what else to do. Nikki hasn't come home from school and I'm scared something may have happened... considering... please, if you know anything, call me back.

They were all like that, increasingly concerned. Apparently she'd found a safe place to hide out where no men could get her. She was wisely vague on the details. I remembered meeting Ms. Johnson at a parent-teacher conference. Never married, devoted single mother. Surprisingly attractive; the woman kept it tight. If memory served, she was stuck in some dead-end job like waitress or something. Not very ambitious, but she was smart. Smart enough to hide out somewhere and try to locate Nikki.

If I played my cards right, I could draw her our and lay claim on her. I had her daughter, after all.

I smiled. I'd like that very much.