To Class

Barb has no desire to find out what the penalty is for missing class. She walks briskly down an unfamiliar corridor and in minutes she enters into classroom.

The Professor is the only one in the room. She is decked out in impossibly tall black ballet heels. Barb can’t begin to imagine how she even walks. She wears black, shiny, leather, leggings and a corset, tightened so much you wonder how she can breathe. However, it does make her pale breasts look spectacular.

“Hello, Barb. Welcome to my class.”

“Am I the only one?”

“Yes, my dear. The talent pool for my rewards is rather thin this decade. However, given your talent, you may well make up for it.”

Barb frowns, hoping Jerry is ok.

“Why the long face, Barb?”

“I was fucking someone in my room and my roommate walked in. I’m just hoping she’s ok.”

She claps her hands. “Oh my. You’re feeling guilty. You know guilt is a form of pain. Let me show you how to fix it. It’s name is Talgia. Take it. Say it. Reverse it.”

Barb focuses and whispers ‘Talgia’. Nothing happens. “Talgia.” She says more demandingly.

Suddenly, a wave of euphoria rushes over her. After all, it wasn’t her fault the bitch didn’t know what the tie meant. She grins at Professor Anip.

“Worked, didn’t it?”

“Holy fuck. I actually feel pleasure having hurt her. Will it always be like that?”

“Better actually. Every wicked thought you have will give you a jolt of pleasure. Evil deeds will feel incredible.”

Something about what Professor Anip said sounds very wrong. However, Barb’s doubts are buried in a wave of euphoria.

“And, I’ll stay this way?”

“Until you reverse the spell. Of course, why the fuck would you want to that?”

Barb laughs a throaty sinister laugh. Professor Anip joins in the mirth.

“Now time to learn about pain.”