Keep it secret, but you

Without a word, she pulls out her phone, and sets it up to record. You squirm in your restraints, trying to hide your shrunken dick to no avail. "Please stop! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry for what?!" she says with a tone of authority in her voice, her eyes and camera locked on your manhood.

"Huh?"

"What are you sorry for, baby dick?" She says, grabbing your legs and holding you still so she can get a better shot.

"S-sorry for..." you pause, not sure how to continue.

"For wasting my time?" She says, continuing to film throughout.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"And you're sorry for stuffing your little briefs, when you have a tiny little cock?"

You stammer for a moment, wanting nothing less than to say those words on camera.

"Say it or I'm untying you and throwing you out into the hallway like this. You want everyone to see your itty bitty button cock? No? Then say it!"

"I'm sorry..." you say "For stuffing my pants and having a tiny little cock. Please let me go now."

She lets go of your legs, and stops filming. Alright, I'm gonna let you go for now, but here's how this is going to go. You're now my own personal ****. You exist solely for my amusement. If you don't do exactly what I say from now on, I'm renting a big projector, and playing this video on the side of Eaton hall for everyone to see. Do you understand me, Tiny Tim?"