Setting the stage

The next morning I could hardly wait to get into my office, to check the computer to see if Julie had arrived at school before I had. Turning on my monitor I smiled as I saw her sitting in her chair, her cell phone laying in the center of her desk as she kept glancing at it nervously. She was wearing a large baggy sweater this morning, the loose garment almost completely obscuring her torso. “Not a good sign,” I muttered to myself, knowing that she was probably wearing something equally shapeless and concealing on her lower half. My fears were alleviated a few moments later when she stood up to answer a knock on her door, revealing a pair of tight stretch pants hugging her shapely legs. True, the large sweater hung down almost to her mid thigh but without it the tight pants would reveal every detail of her body. I waited as she answered the door, speaking to someone in the hallway that I couldn’t see before returning to her seat. As she sat down I sent the first message of the day,

“Hello, my pet, no panties today, right?
The sweater is a bit baggy. Take it off.
Go to the washroom, wait 10 minutes.
Then come back.”

It was a complicated message but I didn’t want her to know I was watching her only in her office or she might come up with a way of blocking the camera. I waited as her phone rang, smiling as she almost leapt at the phone, her fingers fumbling to answer it. Her head bowed as she read the message, shaking from side to side as if she could argue with my instructions. She sat there for a few minutes, holding the phone as if awaiting further, different, instructions. Finally with a shrug of resignation she stood up, her hands gripping the base of her sweater and pulling it off over her head. I smiled as I saw that underneath the baggy sweater Julie was wearing a thin camisole, the thin lacy straps and low cut highlighting her breasts. “Excellent choice, Julie,” I muttered to my computer screen as I watched her, the flimsy top and tight pants doing little to hide her shapely body as she rushed to her office door, peeking out to see if the hallway was clear before almost running to the washroom. The moment she was out of her office I grabbed my backpack and hurried towards her office, knowing I had time to get there and back before the time limit ran out and she returned to her office. I would have prepared her office the night before but it seemed Julie was one of the few professors at the college that believed in locking her office.

I had spent most of the evening shopping, purchasing some items that I could use on Julie and now I had to plant several of them before she returned. Stepping into her office I closed the door carefully behind me, glancing around as I set my bag on her desk, unzipping it and drawing out the miscellaneous items. The small microphone I concealed under her desk, taping it securely before turning it on, knowing it would now beam every sound back to my computer. Now I could hear everything that was said in here, every sound Julie made would be recorded onto my hard drive. Next I placed several small speakers around the office, hiding them among the books and plants so that I could project my voice into the office. The voice synthesizer I had bought would ensure that Julie wouldn’t be able to identify me and the black leather blindfold I slipped into the bottom drawer of her desk would keep me anonymous when the time came for us to be together. I deposited several small sex toys into the various drawers of Julie’s desk before drawing out one large dildo, setting it in the middle of her desk with a simple note :

Use me.

Hurrying back to my office, I just made it in time to see Julie step back into her office, her eyes going wide at the sight of the plastic cock pointing up from the center of her desk.

“What?!” Julie exclaimed, stepping closer to the desk, glancing around nervously before staring at the dildo in shock.

“Follow the instructions, my pet,” I sent to her cell phone, the vibrating of it ringing seeming to jar her out of her reverie, causing her to glance around the room once more as if half expecting me to be standing there in the shadows.

“I… I can’t…” Julie pleaded more to herself, not aware that I could hear her even as her fingers reached out, running along the thick plastic veins of the fake cock.

“Yes, you can, Julie,” I spoke into the microphone, the synthesizer disguising my voice as it seemed to come from everywhere in her office. “That’s right, my pet,” I laughed as she glanced around, trying to find where my voice was coming from, “I can see and hear you. Now, if you don’t want your embarrassing secret revealed, that video spread all over the internet, you will do as I instructed. You have thirty seconds to decide.”