He puts you in storage for now

"That's a good point, slut," he says. You sigh in relief. "If I do decide to keep you, I can't have my new toy getting arrested for public indecency. I know just the thing, follow me." You go to stand up, but he jumps in "Uh-uh, I don't think so!" You look at him in confusion and he continues, "I don't know what ideas you have, but my slaves don't get to walk until they've earned it. Crawl." You whimper, but sink to your hands and knees and crawl after him, cheeks burning.

You don't have to go far, but the humiliation still burns you as cum and pussy juice drip down the inside of your thighs. Soon enough, he stops. "Lucky for you," Patrick says, "I have a locker not far from the exam room. He opens the door to a locker and your eyes widen in horror. He didn't mean to...? "Get in," he says firmly.

The locker has been emptied for the end of the year, but there's still a combination lock that he holds in his hand. You hesitate, and he grows impatient. "Do you really want to be my ****? Obey me now. Get in my locker." Already committed, you step slowly towards the locker. It's a little shorter than you are, and you need to stoop in order to slide in. You adjust your head to avoid getting poked by any hooks, and shimmy into the locker, heart pounding. In order to fit, you need to keep your arms above your shoulders, behind your head. Before closing the door, he runs one last finger along your aching slit, causing you to tremble. He shoves the finger into your mouth and you obediently suck it clean. Patrick slowly closes the locker door and it presses uncomfortably against your breasts. You hear the lock clasp shut and fight back a surge of panic.

"If you're a good toy," he says, "you'll be wet and ready for me when I come back after the exam. If I come back." You can't even reply as he walks away. Unable to shift and reach your pussy, you moan to yourself as your juices drip down your legs.