Your mind starts to drift

Without anything to pass the time, it's hard not to focus on your dripping pussy. Every so often, a pulse of pleasure makes your legs tremble and you stifle moan after moan. You wonder how to get your phone back. Running back to the classroom is out of the question, exams are scheduled all day. It's possible that the bag would just be left behind, but more likely it would be taken to an admin office or something.

You groan, realizing that it's probably Patrick's responsibility to take care of your left behind bag. Maybe he'll hang onto it as a bargaining chip. He would have so much power over you. Your cunt continues to pulse. Perhaps you'd be able to convince him to give it back. You shiver. He'd probably ask you to beg again... The implant might be getting to your head, but you really enjoyed being at Patrick's mercy. He made you beg, **** yourself... You never would have considered doing anything like that before, but when he commanded you it felt right. Of course, you had to play along to get what you wanted, but you didn't expect to enjoy it so much.

You start to wonder what he might ask of you in return for your backpack. Would he want to be sucked off? Another fuck? Would he want something... else? You really were a bit of a toy for him, just like you told him.

With a start, you realize that your fingers have slipped back into your glistening folds. Unable to resist, you gently massage your clit and think about debasing yourself further. What might he have you do? Would he fuck your ass? Would he cum on your face? He's already locked away your clothes, and it's hard to believe that that's the limit of his imagination. You think about sinking to your knees in front of him and begging. Without realizing you're doing it, you slowly slip off the chair and slide to the floor. This feels right, being on the ground. You finger yourself harder and fold forward, to lie on your chest and hump your hand. Your mind fills with thoughts of being used.