Patrick Returns

The halls grow quiet as students wrap up for the day. For a few fearful minutes, you wonder if Patrick won't come back. If he doesn't let you out, how are you supposed to serve him? How are you meant to worship his cock? You sob as you imagine a life without any more cock in your dripping pussy.

A brief moment of clarity strikes you; you should be worried about escaping, not getting fucked! If he doesn't let you out, you could starve to **** in here! As you try to keep your focus on survival and prevent your thoughts from drifting downwards, you hear a sudden clatter as the lock on the door is handled.

The door opens, and Patrick is standing there. A rush of relief surges through your chest, in response to both your freedom and the man who now dominates you. The combination of your hours of pleasure and your wandering mind have made you realize that it feels right to serve, to be obedient. And obedient you are as you await an order, silent and motionless except for your rapid breathing.