Yes, he has

In his current situation - naked in front of her, with a recording of him admitting it and jerking off - he could hardly argue. And to his shame, even with her fully clothed, his dick was still as hard as ever.

"Get dressed and get out of here," she said.

He silently did as he was told.

"And a reminder," she said. "When I told you not to cum or else I'll show the video to everyone ... that rule is still in effect."

"What?" he said.

"Do. Not. Cum," she said. "Indefinitely. I'll know if you lie to me again. Now leave."

* * * * *

From then on, Darren had to follow around Annette doing whatever she wanted. She had him carry her books, do her homework - sometimes even degrading stuff like lick the sidewalk. She laughed and laughed.

He used to jerk off every day. Now he was so unbelievably horny and there was nothing he could do about it.

To make things worse, she would make him close his eyes and get changed in front of him all the time. "I'm naked right now," she would tease, knowing how much it drove him crazy. But if he tried to peek, she would leak that video and his life would be over. So he just stood there fuming each time she got naked in front of him, eyes closed, unable to see anything at all.

Annette had cut up her **** video into several parts. First, just Darren stripping down to his underwear. Then, him getting naked. Then, his erection knocking away the towel and exposing him to the camera. And finally, him admitting how much of a perv he was and jerking off in front of her on camera. It was so shameful when she laid it out like that. He couldn't believe he'd done all that. He'd just been caught up in the moment.

But the reason she cut it up was to have little incremental threats, without losing her whole main **** threat. For example, if he was even a minute late when she told him to go somewhere, she said, she would text the first video to a few of her friends. If she sent the whole thing for a tiny violation, then she'd lose her control over him, which wouldn't be worth it. But she could send just the underwear video, and he'd still have to do whatever she said to stop her from releasing the rest of the videos.

The result was that she could tell him every little thing to do, and he had to do it.

* * * * *

Annette's Math mid-term was coming up at 3 o'clock this afternoon. She'd asked Darren to prepare study notes for her, but she hadn't spent any time studying them that he knew of.

Meet me in the study room in 10 minutes, Annette texted Darren. Don't be late.

He was all the way across campus, but ran across, not daring to be even a single minute late. He rushed in the door with only a few seconds to spare.

"Close the door behind you," said Annette. "And lock it." She was wearing a simple but modest sun dress that covered her shoulders and went down past the knee.

"These are the cheat notes for the midterm," she said, pointing at the table. On it, was a few pieces of paper, a pair of scissors, and a bottle of glue.

"Why are they spaced out weirdly like that?" he said. They were sort of arranged into little strips on the page.

"I'm going to glue them into the hem of my dress," she said. "The professor wouldn't dare look there. It's a foolproof way to get the cheat-sheet into the exam room."

He sighed. It was a pretty good idea, he had to admit.

"Actually, you're going to glue them into my dress," she said. "Turn around."

He turned around as instructed. Behind him, the sound of fabric rustled. Then her arm came into view, holding the dress.

"I don't need to say it, but absolutely do not turn around," she said smugly.

He dutifully started to cut up the midterm cheat-sheet into long strips.

All the while, he burned with frustration and arousal, knowing that she was behind him in just her underwear, but he couldn't just turn around and see. It wasn't fair.

"You're taking too long," she said.

"This needs to be done carefully," he said. "It takes some time."

"Close you eyes and step back here," she said. "I'll do it."

Darren closed his eyes, then carefully stood up and took a few steps back.

There sound of Annette walking forward and sitting down. After several minutes of paper and fabric rustling, there was finally silence.

"Are you done?" asked Darren. "Can I look?"

"KEEP YOUR EYES SHUT!" snapped Annette.

"Cool it," he said, "I was just asking."

He heard footsteps as she walked around behind him.

"Okay, open your eyes and fix it," she said.

What? he thought. He opened his eyes and sat back down at the desk. Everything looked fine.

He went to pick up the dress. That's when he realized what had happened.

The dress wouldn't budge. Somehow some extra glue had made it onto the desk and ... the dress was completely stuck to the desk. He tried twisting and pulling it, but somehow it only got more of the fabric stuck.

"I told you this was a careful job!" he said.

"Shut up! Let me think!"

There was a moment of silence. He glanced at the clock. Annette's Math mid-term was going to start in 20 minutes.

"Give me your clothes," she said.

"What?"

"I can't walk out of here like this," said Annette. "I need something to wear. Give me your clothes. Now."