Monday Masochism

I told you Sunday would be fairly relaxed. There really wasn't much else that happened after Katia's stream. Well, I guess I did technically get that blowjob from Michelle, but that was about it. She was very eager about it too, dropping to her knees the second she realized what I wanted. I called her a good girl for obeying me, which I'm pretty sure nearly made her cum in her panties. Anyway, the blowjob was fantastic, but not anything new for me at this point. It was mostly just me picturing that face Katia made when she orgasmed while Michelle worked diligently on my cock. Once that was done, the rest of the day went by without too much fanfare. Although, I did play with Rose again once we were in bed together...

Okay, fine. I guess there were a couple things that happened. I'm just choosing to skip over them to get to some exciting new stuff. And boy, do I have some plans for today. Most notably, I have some stuff to do with both Shannon and Helen today. Helen and I have a meeting that I still don't know the purpose of, but I tend to take full advantage of seeing my assistant again. As for Shannon... let's just say I've been preparing something extra special for that bitch. I'm sure those two won't be the only girls I see today, but they're the ones I'm keeping in mind for right now. Considering that history is up first today, it won't be long before the fun begins.

The first bit of my Monday isn't anything special. Rose practically begs me to stay home with her, but that's the only new thing that happens. I quickly shut that idea down and head out for the bus. One ride later and I'm greeted by Violet, waiting for me as always. I try to ask about Bianca, but Violet continually dodges my questions. So she still wants to keep secrets? Fine. Knowing Violet, I'm sure it will all be worth the wait soon enough.

We head over to our classroom as we continue talking. We still occasionally talk about normal stuff, but at this point, we mainly just prefer discussing perverted topics. What we want to do to each other, what we want to do to some of the other girls, that kind of stuff. As is tradition by now, when we actually arrive at our class, Violet stops me before I can go in.

"You know the drill," she tells me.

"Yeah, yeah. Remote first. I've got it," I respond.

I pull out the remote and lock-on to Shannon from my position in the hallway. As I do, Violet wraps her arms around me from behind, simultaneously hugging me and reading over my shoulder. The two of us see that Shannon is ready for her third attribute.

"Fingers crossed it's something good," Violet hopes as she squeezes me a bit. With the two of us both equally interested, I reveal the masochist's next attribute.

- SELECTED TARGET: SHANNON POWELL -

New Attribute Unlocked

A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE

The target will be obsessed with being in cramped spaces and having their movement restricted. The target will start to feel anxious if they have total freedom of movement for too long.

"No way..." I mutter under my breath as I finish reading.

"Huh? What is it, Matt?" Violet asks.

"This is... perfect. I can't believe I got so lucky. I mean, I thought my plan was good before, but now..."

"Ooh, you have a plan for that skank of a professor? Tell me," Violet whispers directly into my ear.

"Oh no you don't. If I have to wait to see your plan for Bianca, you have to wait to see mine for Shannon," I explain.

"Fine. I guess I can wait just a little bit..." Violet says in a slight huff.

I could go more in-depth about why I like this new attribute so much, but you'll see soon enough. With nothing more to discuss, Violet and I enter the classroom. When we do, we find Shannon sitting behind her desk, clearly trying to not disturb anyone. Looking around the room, students loudly talk amongst themselves with no regard for our professor. Man, Shannon has become a shell of her former self. Once the most hated and feared person on campus, now she's just a pathetic wimp.

There have been times that I have felt bad for what I've done to some of these girls with the remote, but not Shannon. No, I love how she's turning out. And I know she loves it too. Even if she doesn't want to admit it, she adores being degraded like this. Which means she's in for quite a treat today. Who knows? She might even thank me by the time I'm done with her. I walk over to her desk, causing her to shrink down even more.

"Um... hello, Mr. Anderson. How can I help you?" She mumbles quietly. It looks like someone has finally learned how to be polite. I didn't think it was possible.

"You remember what Violet told you last week, don't you? About putting that stupid mouth of yours to good use?" I ask, causing her to quickly nod. "Well, I'm ready. And it's happening today. I hope you're prepared."

"I... I understand..." is all she's able to muster.

I walk back to my seat, leaving Shannon to stew in what's about to happen. As I look back, I see her breath has gotten much heavier and her face has gone red, giving away her arousal. As I sit down, a brief thought occurs to me: wasn't there an essay due today or something? Maybe? I feel like I made Helen do something like that. Whatever. It clearly doesn't matter. Not a single paper is turned in to Shannon's desk, and something tells me she no longer feels she has any authority when it comes to grades. As far as I'm concerned, it's basically impossible to fail this class now.

After a few minutes, class starts, and just like everything else related to Shannon, it's taken a complete 180. She does still try to teach, but most people just ignore her. However, she makes no effort to get people pay attention. In fact, anytime the class starts to get loud, she ends up lowering her own voice in an attempt to not interrupt everyone else. At one point, someone even yells at her to "shut the fuck up" (their words, not mine), to which her only response is a meek "sorry." It's becoming even more apparent to me how she views herself now. She sees herself as inferior to her own students. As if her own thoughts and opinions no longer matter compared to everyone else. Hmm... that gives me an idea...

"Hey, Shannon," I call out loudly from my seat. I speak with enough confidence for the rest of the room to quiet down slightly.

"Um... yes, Mr. Anderson?" Shannon responds, dropping whatever it is she's doing and turning to face me (yes, I'll admit I wasn't paying attention either).

"Clearly no one wants to be in this worthless class. So stop wasting our time and dismiss us already."

In all honesty, Shannon really doesn't have the power to choose when we leave anymore. We could all leave right now and she wouldn't stop us. But still, I want to hear it come from her. I want her to admit how much control I have over her.

Shannon nervously plays with the hem of her skirt, unsure of what to do. The class goes silent as we all stare at her. After a moment, she looks down at the ground.

"Class... dismissed..."

Immediately, everyone grabs their stuff and walks out. Even if Shannon doesn't have any real authority, no one is going to argue with leaving early. Violet gives me a look as if to ask "is it time?" I nod and she breaks out in a big smile. The two of us walk over to our professor and look over her body like a pair of wolves looking over a lamb.

"So, are you ready to finally be treated like the object you are?" Violet asks her.

"Yes."

Violet walks around behind Shannon and slaps her ass as hard as she can. The loud noise is only drowned out by the scream of pleasure Shannon lets out from the sensation.

"Is that how an object answers a question? I don't think so. As far as you're concerned, you're just a useless possession and we're your owners. Don't ever forget your place. Now, I'll ask again: are you ready to be treated like the object you are?" Violet repeats.

Shannon's knees buckle slightly as she tries to hide how much she loves hearing those words. It's always interesting watching Violet interact with the other girls. It's like she takes on whatever role is most fitting for the current situation. And that means that around Shannon, she's not afraid to let her more sadistic side slip out.

"Y-yes, Owners," Shannon finally answers.

Short, sweet, and to the point. Very unlike the old Dr. Powell. I like it. Alright, it's time to get to work. Let's see how Helen did on that little project I gave her...