Thursday

My alarm woke me at 5:45, a bit earlier than usual, and I sprang out of bed with much more than my usual amount of enthusiasm to start the day. I rushed through my routine: quick calisthenics workout, shower, shave, brush and floss. I dressed a bit nicer than my standard shirt and tie, donning a suit I only wore for big meetings or weddings or such. As I went through the standard morning procedure I performed every day, my thoughts went to the reality of my new position.

Principal. Not bad for being only 34.

I had a plan for how to safeguard the school against chaos and ensure my school ran smoothly despite everything. I'd need to make a few changes, but it would be for the best. I thought about the moment the change happened, and how Nikki had looked, standing there all sexy with her tight little body, confused and useless. She belonged to me now; not to the school and not to herself. She was mine.

I noticed my own home in ways I hadn't, before. That unused closet could house a woman. I could install a cage in that empty portion of the living room, or secure a chain to that blank section of wall... I realized with some genuine surprise that I wanted to. These things I used to regard as bright young women; I wanted to keep a few around just to have them. Like pieces of art.

I shook my head, trying to focus on the very real fact that I had several young students who were still students, and they needed to be protected at all costs. There wasn't any part of my heart that was so monstrous as to lure a real person into some kind of trap just because I was clever enough to know they'd lack legal and moral protection as soon as they turned 18. It was unthinkable. To me, yes, but perhaps not to everyone.

I packed up all the things from Carol's apartment and pulled my car out of the garage, noting a large amount of space I could clear out to serve as a space for at least two or three of these exciting new toys roaming the world. I stopped off for a coffee and breakfast burrito from a little place on the way to the school. It was not yet 7:00 by the time I turned my key in the door to the administrative office cluster.

Nikki and Carol were both still safely chained to their respective locations. Nikki looked dreadfully disheveled; her clothes all wrinkled and her hair was a mess. She must have spent some time crying, if the horrid state of her makeup was any indication. She watched me with a fearful expression through the open doorway as I entered with an arm-load of things and made my way to Carol's desk.

She was lying on her back under her desk, staring up at its wooden underbelly. Her legs were drawn up so that her bare feet pressed gently against the inside wall of her little space. She turned her head towards me without a word. Unlike Nikki, Carol's expression was sad, not fearful.

"Get up, woman, and take your clothes off."

She rolled onto her side before rising carefully to her feet. The soft clinking of metal chains accompanied every movement she made. "I need to pee," she said staring at me with determination in the way she set her jaw.

I sighed. This was already exhausting, dealing with this selfish little thing; she couldn't even follow simple instructions without some kind of pushback. I reached out and grabbed the chain, pulling her towards me menacingly until I held the links immediately attached to the collar itself. "Go on, then. pee. You'll be cleaning it up and I promise you won't enjoy that."

She pulled against my grip, but I wasn't giving her any room to pull away from me.

I lifted, producing a very pleasant cry of surprise from Carol as she grabbed onto the collar with both hands to keep from ****. "Are you going to pee? Or are you going to strip like you've been told and then maybe see what I've brought you? I'm not going to put up with this kind of attitude so you'd better figure this out quickly."

She groaned, barely able to support herself on her toes. "I'm sorry! Please let me go! I can hold it!"

I held her another moment just to prove a point and then relaxed my grip, lowering her collar. She lowered along with it, breathing heavily, and then her hands went to the buttons of her blouse. She opened it quickly and threw it to the ground before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and toss it down as well. She stripped quickly, her motions betraying her urgent need to relieve herself. Her skirt and panties came off together ad then she was just naked. I was very slightly disappointed; she'd stripped so fast I hadn't even been able to properly enjoy it, but it was no matter.

Carol was in pretty good shape. Early thirties, she was showing the barest a hint of age in a few touches here and there. She was a very attractive body all the same, and her face was actually very pretty when properly made up. I jabbed her in the ribs when she tried to cover her body from my eyes and she yelped but lowered her arms. "Very good. You'll need to do a better job shaving that, of course" I indicated her crotch, and she blushed furiously but nodded, "but I will let you keep your post here if you try very hard to prove you're worth it. To me."

"Yes, sure. I'll do that. Please, sir, I need to pee... may I go? I don't want to make a mess here." She was fidgeting now, looking rather cute in her distress and embarrassment. Part of me wanted to just fuck her there on her desk, but it would be rather inconvenient if she made a mess.

I opened the lock that connected her chain to the desk and held it like a leash. "Okay, let's go." I lifted my chin quickly to indicate the office bathrooms behind her.

Her eyes widened when she realized I wasn't about to let her go alone and she produced the cutest little whine as she turned and started walking quickly ahead of me.