You get chosen

Pointing directly at you, Mr. Book crooks his finger, calling your forward.

Something about the way Mr. Book looked at you when you were at the door, and then just a moment ago, has given you a bad feeling about Mr. Book’s little demonstration.

Now standing at the front of the class you looked around and could see everyone was just looking at you placidly. Everyone except Wren, who, from her expression, you could see was no bigger a fan of you, than you were of her.

“Young lady, please direct your attention to me,” said Mr. Book, authority in his tone.

As soon as you did so, you found yours eyes locked to his. You tried to look away. Your mind registered the command, and seemed to relay it, but your body didn’t move at all. You stood like this for about a minute, your eyes locked on Mr. Book. At the end of the two minutes, you felt exactly the same as before, but you were not able to control your body consciously.

“Excellent, the young lady will now obey commands put to her directly by me until I reverse the process, if I reverse the process,” Mr. Book was no stranger to putting on a show.

“Would you kindly demonstrate a split for us, young lady?” Mr. Book requested.
Your body responded instantly, though your mind was wondering whether you were even capable of a split. You’re not quite having an out of body experience, because you’re still seeing things through your own eyes, but you’ve been completely cut off from your body.

You were able to get most of the way in to a side to side split, with your pelvis settling in about a foot from the ground. Without you even thinking about it, your body let go of the split, stood up, unbuttoned your jeans, pulled them off quickly and retried the split, this time you could feel your pussy just barely resting against the ground.

“Excellent, now, please remain in that position for the moment,” Mr. Book commanded, and at the same time, he pointed in to the class, directly at Wren.

“Miss, would you please step to the front?” Mr. Book requested, and Wren stepped forward nervously.

“You seem to be very curious about this demonstration, perhaps you have some idea as to how I should proceed?” Mr. Book asked solicitously.