Practical exercise

Mistress came to see me in my submissive cell.

• Ah, you're here, right? A dominant student has to write a dissertation on degradation. He specifically asked for you, and since I wanted to test your submissive potential, I might as well respond favorably. Meet me in my student uniform at the Tower of Possibilities and go to the raging room in an hour.

My heart leaped, I immediately thought of Harry.

• Yes, Mistress.
• Do us honor wherever you feel it.

I rushed to wash, put on my makeup, and dress to the best of my ability. I had a chance to shine in my friend's eyes and, who knows, make up for it. The hour was barely enough to get ready.

But at the appointed time, I appeared in front of the door, which opened as I approached, something she would never have done without a special reservation.

I walked into a typical school study room, the applicant was particularly attached to this place, my thoughts were interrupted by a hand on my chest towards my skirt and another undoing my tie. I shuddered when I recognized the voice it was Draco.