Hana the overacheiver (full body control/orgasm denial)

After another trying class Eric finally dismissed his class, hoping this would be the last class he had to deal with his three little trouble makers.

Predictably Hana came up to his desk as soon as class ended with the essay he'd handed back, ready to argue her 98 into a 99, even if it took her four hours.

"Professor Green ..." she began before he smiled and cut her off.

"Hana, I'm guessing you'd like to discuss your latest essay, why don't you come up to my office," he said as he smoothly guided her out of the room.

Always ready to obey if she thought it would help her grades, she quietly followed him up and out of the lecture hall. On the way Hana began to make her pitch as to why she deserved those extra points. Eric nodded along and made vaguely conciliatory noises, until they reached the office.

Eric sat down behind his desk and Hana joined him in the seat across the desk.

"Well, let's see here," he said as he took the paper out of Hana's hands.

Casually picking up the marker of ownership, Eric scribbled a few notes responding to her arguments, before writing his name at the bottom of the essay.

"Hmm, I see what you're saying about the use of the passive voice in this case, but I think there's a bigger problem here I missed the first time." Eric told her.

"What is it!?" Hana said nervously, wringing her hands in her lap.

Eric turned the paper around so she could see where he had written his name.

"Do you know what this is Hana?" he asked her.

"I-it's your name professor," she responded.

"And do you know what that means," he said.

"It's your paper," she said.

"And do you have an explanation for why you put your name on my paper and tried to turn it in?" he asked her.

"I don't know," Hana whined on the verge of tears.

"The university takes plagiarism very seriously, Hana," Eric continued to press her.

"Please I didn't mean to do it," Hana begged desperately.

"I know you didn't," he comforted her, "I know you would never do something like this on purpose, you're a good student."

"I can't get expelled, professor please I'll do anything to make it up to you," Hana said.

"The university has a zero-tolerance policy towards plagiarism," he said, "but since you're such a good student I think we can work something out."

Hana clutched her blouse to her chest and said, "What are you talking about professor?"

"Nothing inappropriate I can assure you," Eric smiled and reassured her.

"O-okay," she responded, "what are you talking about?"

"I can't just let this go," he said, "so I think just a little humiliation is warranted here, to remind you to be more careful in the future."

He picked up the marker off his desk and stood up. Taking the cap off the marker and approaching her he said, "you just need to let me write on you with this marker, and this will all go away."

"Write on me where?" She looked up at him suspiciously.

"Just on your hand is fine," he said offering his left hand to her.

She delicately placed her hand in his and he took it pulling it closer to him. He carefully wrote 'Eric Greene' on the back of her hand and let it go.

Hana looked at the back of her hand and her eyes went wide.

Eric held his breath waiting for her reaction, she sat in silence for a moment then lowered her eyes and said, "what are your orders master?"

Eric stared at the demure young girl in disbelief, hesitating to believe she was really his.

"Stand up," he ordered her. She hopped up out of the chair and stood in the middle of the room, eyes still submissively on the floor. "Hop on one foot." She lifted one leg and began gently hopping up and down. Eric chuckled lightly to himself, euphoric in his newfound ownership of the sexy young co-ed.

"Stop, let's see how you've dressed my property," Eric said possessively, already eager to begin his control over Hana. He walked around her and looked at her pretty cream blouse, perk bottom hiding underneath a modest black skirt and simple flat shoes. Returning to her front he said, "eyes up, let's see your make-up."

She obediently raised her face, showing off her dark eyes and pale face sporting minimal make-up.

"Hmm, take off your clothes I want to see the underwear you've chosen for my body today," Eric ordered.

She quickly began stripping out of her clothes as Eric continued to lecture her.

"Do you know what your problem is Hana?" he asked her.

"No sir," Hana replied and she carefully folded her blouse on his desk and began unzipping her skirt.

"Your problem is that you are obsessed with being perfect," he told her as she finished undressing and resumed standing in the center of the room. "It's impossible for a person to be perfect, but I have good news Hana."

He drank in the sight of the pretty young lady standing before him in her underwear, beautiful pale skin, slim soft figure, only ruined by …

"What kind of underwear is this," Eric said.

"A bra and panties sir," Hana answered automatically.

"Granny panties, and the ugliest bra I've ever seen," he said, "I won't have you dressing my body in those."

"I'm sorry sir."

"Take them off."

Hana once again rushed to comply, taking off her bra and panties.

As she began to fold them next to her other clothes Eric interrupted her, "there'll be no need for that you won't be putting those back on. Just stuff them in your backpack, you can throw them away when you get home."

"Yes sir." She returned to stand in the middle of the room, this time covering her breasts with one arm and shielding her pussy with the other.

"Don't you want to know what the good news is Hana?" Eric asked. "The good news is that while people can't be perfect, dolls can, and I'm going to make you my perfect little doll," he continued without letting her answer.

"Dolls don't have shame Hana," he said, "dolls stay however they are posed." Eric moved behind her and grabbed her arms, he pulled them down so they hung at her side. Next, he nudged her back and adjusted her neck and the tilt of her head until she was standing with posture reminiscent of a 50's movie star like Audrey Hepburn.

"Perfect," he said, "how does it feel to be my perfect little doll."

She didn't answer and bit her lip as if she was trying to hold back.

"You can be honest with me Hana; I own you remember?"

"It feels good sir."

"This is your neutral pose now whenever you're standing still, I want you to stand like this," Eric instructed her.

"Yes sir."

"See, now you can be perfect just standing still," he said, "humans can't stand perfectly but you can."

Eric reached out and grabbed her small breasts in his hands. She let out a small gasp as he began to massage them. Each one filled his hands nicely, and as he massaged them her nipples grew to hard nubs under his administration. Her breathing quickened slightly and pussy moistened as he enjoyed feeling her up for several minutes. He reached down and inserted two fingers into her damp pussy.

"Very good," he told her, "you stayed right where I left you."

She moaned slightly as he suddenly took the fingers out of her pussy. He held them up in front of her mouth.

"Lick them clean."

She immediately began suck her pussy juice off his fingers, after she finished he went and sat back down behind his desk.

"Do you know what edging is Hana?"

"No sir."

"It's when a person is brought right to the edge of orgasm, but then the stimulation stops so they aren't able to cum," Eric explained. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good I want you to edge yourself for me now," Eric told her. As she began fingering herself with one hand and fondling a breast with the other, Eric turned to his desk and wrote down his cell number.

Hana's breathing quickened and her face flushed, as she quickly drove herself to the edge of orgasm. Her fingers plunged in and out of her tight vagina and her palm ground itself against her clit faster and faster, until it seemed like she was about to cum. For one moment Eric feared she would push herself over the edge and cum, but then her hands whipped away from herself, and she returned to her neutral state, albeit with a new flush to her face.

"Take this." He offered her the paper, "from now on I want you to text me pictures every morning, underwear, shoes and complete outfit. If they're acceptable I'll let you wear them, if not you'll be going without."

"Yes sir," Hana said resuming her neutral position.

"I hope for your sake you have a pair of heels and something sexier than those granny panties," he said.

"Yes sir."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Yes sir."

"When was the last time?"

"This morning."

"How often do you usually masturbate?"

"Once a day sir."

"It's a dirty habit I won't have you doing it anymore," Eric ordered her.

"Yes sir."

"We can't be seen together too often, or people might think something inappropriate is happening between us," he said. "Don't come to my office, and only ask minimal questions in class from now on. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Outside of texting me your outfit do not contact me, if I want to see you, I'll contact you," he continued. "This weekend we'll be going shopping, I need to get my doll some appropriate clothes." He grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door. You'll be leaving an hour after me to avoid suspicion, during that time continue to edge yourself, before getting dressed and continuing with your day as you normally would.

One disturbance down two to go, thought Eric as he walked across campus, but should I move to collect the other two right away, or secure my control over Hana first?