The Missing Kink

So... I didn't exactly get the best sleep of my life tonight. Being jammed in the middle of two girls, even girls as tiny as Rose and Julia, didn't leave very much room for comfort. I ended up walking up a couple of times in the night because of it. Rose and Julia, on the other hand, seemed to both be completely knocked out all night long. Good for them, I guess.

When morning rolls, around, I end up lightly shaking the two so we can all get up. While getting ready for the day, both girls ask if I can quickly fuck the other before I leave, confirming that Rose's fetish hasn't changed yet, and thus, Julia is still infected with her wildness. As much as I'd love to help them out, there's no way to please both of them. Michelle already headed out for work today and I'm still trying to give Liz a chance to relax and get used to her new life. Besides, a quick blowjob is one thing, put I don't think I have time for full-on sex before my first class starts.

I end up leaving the two lovestruck girls to wait until later, though not before reminding Julia to make sure she makes it to school on time too. It's become clear by now that she now longer has much interest in her studies, but for now, I don't want to deal with another girl staying home all day, so I insist that she keeps going. Luckily, my newfound authority over her makes it pretty easy to convince her, even if she does pout a little.

Once I wrap everything up at the house, I hop on a bus and make my way to campus. Hopefully getting away from my family will be a nice change of pace and help me relax a bit. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but there are plenty of other girls I'm excited to get a chance to see again.

The bus pull into my stop and I get off, only to immediately feel like something's off. It's... quiet. It's not normally like this, is it? Why the hell is it so quiet? I look around to find that I'm all alone. Huh? Where's Violet? That's... really weird. Usually she's already here by the time I make into town. Occasionally she'll be walking up when I get off the bus, but that's about the latest she'll be. In all our time of being friends, I don't think I've ever beaten her by more than a minute. And yet here I am, standing here with Violet nowhere is sight.

Now that I think about it, I don't think Violet ever responded to that text I sent her on Saturday either. I can understand not getting back immediately, even with someone as on top of things as Violet, but after two days? I can't remember the last time Violet went radio silent for that long. Okay, something definitely doesn't feel right. What's going on?

I wait for a little longer, but after a few more minutes, I decide to just walk to class by myself. I can't help but worry more and more with each step. Various possibilities run through my mind, yet none of them make any sense. Maybe I'm overthinking things. I am known to do that on occasion. For now, I should just calm down and try to get more information before jumping to any conclusions. For all I know, this could be another one of those surprises that she loves doing so much.

I make it to history class, but as I walk in, I'm only greeted by more silence. As I look around, I realize that all of the desks are completely empty. First Violet and now the rest of class? Did I just get here early or something? I check the time to make sure I'm not crazy, but no. If anything waiting for Violet actually ended up causing me to cut it pretty close myself. I glance around a bit more to find that there is one person here: none other than the masochist herself. I didn't notice her the first time because she's on her knees behind the front desk, as if trying to show just how little she matters at this point.

"Oh, you're here. I was beginning to think everyone had disappeared," I tell her.

"I'm sorry if seeing me disappointed you, Owner, but it looks like you're the only one who's still willing to come to my class now. I can't say I blame them. Who cares what a worthless cumdump like me has to say about anything?" She responds.

"I'm honestly surprised they still even let you teach her."

"Actually, this is my last day. Ma'am told me that someone brought up firing me at a staff meeting last week and everyone unanimously agreed. Ma'am was able to get me one last day of work so I could come in and tell you in person and so you could get one last chance to show everyone how much of a pathetic nobody I am. I'm sorry that no one else showed up for you to **** me in front of, Owner," she says.

Ma'am? Oh, she's probably talking about Helen. So this is the punching bag's last day. I'd feel bad for her, but even after everything that's happened, I still can't forget just how awful she used to be. Still, I can't help but reminisce on all the great moments that have occurred as she slowly fell lower and lower. Making her lick my shoes... getting her to squirt all over herself... locking her in a cage... they were some fun times, that's for sure. In fact, it might be nice to revisit some of that...

"Why don't you crawl over here and lick my shoe again, fucktoy? You know, for old times' sake" I order in commanding tone.

"Yes, Owner," she responds promptly, clearly already getting aroused from the humiliating idea.

I watch as she begins to flail around on the ground as she tries to get closer to me. At first, I'm a bit confused at what she's doing, but I soon realize that it's because she has her hands handcuffed behind her back. That would certainly make it harder to crawl.

"Why the hell are you handcuffed?" I didn't actually mean to swear there. I guess it just comes out when I'm talking to her.

"Ma'am put them on me. I get antsy whenever I'm not tied up in some way, and Ma'am says they suit me well. Normally I also have a pair on my ankles, but Ma'am told me to leave them off for today. Honestly, I wish I still had them on. Who cares if I can't walk? Crawling is much more fitting for someone like me anyway," she explains while worming her way over to me.

Oh yeah. I forgot about that. Her third attribute constantly makes her feel the need to be restrained in some way. Well, if nothing else, it makes for an amusing sight as she practically rolls all over the floor to get close.

Eventually she makes it over and instantly starts to worship my feet. She's certainly gotten more enthusiastic since last time. I wonder if Helen has been training her to do this stuff too. God, I still can't believe this thing on the ground in front of me was once Dr. Powell. Oh, how far we've come...

That being said, I suppose she's still not finished with her transformation yet. And that reminds me, I haven't checked the remote with her today. I briefly wonder when would be the best opportunity, but then I pause. It's just us in here. Why should I have to wait? I mean, seriously, what is this living toilet going to do if I pull the remote out in front of her. As I take the device out of my pocket, she does look up at it. She gives the edge of my shoe a long lick before glancing back at me.

"What is-"

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch," I say in a surprisingly calm, yet still stern voice.

And just like that, she goes back to licking, trying her best to not be as quiet as possible as she does so. Yeah, that's right. Try to tell the dean now! Man, after what happened that first time I used the remote on her, it felt nice to get that little bit of ****. Now back to what I was doing. And would you look at that. It looks like someone is ready for their forth attribute. Unlike with Rose, this time, there's no hesitation before I hit that red button and claim my prize.

- SELECTED TARGET: NAME NOT FOUND -

New Attribute Unlocked

PLAYING THE FOOL

The target will gladly perform any humiliating task asked of them so long as it doesn't directly harm anyone other than themselves. When not given a humiliating task, the target will attempt to come up with new and exciting ways to **** themselves in front of others. In addition, the more a person sees the target degraded, the better that person will feel about themselves.

Congratulations! Target NAME NOT FOUND has now completed their identity transformation!

Wow. In the end, she went from a self-entitled know-it-all who put everyone else down to a completely shameless degenerate that makes people feel more confident. How poetic is that?

As tempted as I am to parade this slut around as she happily shows the world how pathetic she is, I can't help but think about Violet again. We've always had each other backs, but that goes double for this class. Back when this skank was Dr. Powell, we relied on one another to keep ourselves from going insane. And as she slowly gave in to her masochistic tendencies, Violet was always there. Hell, she spent an entire day in the school dungeon playing with our new toy. It feels... wrong for her to not be here for this moment.

As glad as I am to wrap up another transformation, I don't really feel like testing out just how strong this new attribute is. And I'm sure it is strong. Level fours always are. For now, I just bid my time until class ends. I let the slut worship my feet a little longer, than I rough her up a little bit, maybe a few slaps and a nipple tweak here or there. Nothing too special, at least not right now.

By the time class ends, I'm ready to head out. Don't get me wrong, I still had fun messing with my toy, but I miss my girlfriend. It's time to see if I can get some more information.

...

Alright, maybe I'll do one little test for this new attribute. If Violet is fine, she'll have a fit if she finds out I didn't at least try something interesting.

"Hey, bitch. Why don't you go out and streak across campus? I'm sure people would get a kick out of a former teacher running around naked out there. Besides, your body is the only thing you have of value, so why not show it off?" I tell her.

"Okay, Owner! That sounds like a great idea!" She says eagerly before fumbling around on the floor for a bit. Eventually, she looks up at me with embarrassment. "Um... can you help me get these clothes off?"

I spend a few extra minutes stripping her down. We end up having to rip some of her clothes to get them off while she's still handcuffed, but she doesn't seem all that bothered at the thought of not being able to put them back on. Honestly, I wouldn't be shocked if she was getting sick of wearing those nice blouses anyway. As soon as she's naked, she takes off, sprinting down the hall and out the door, arms still restrained behind her back. Bet she's glad her ankles aren't cuffed now.

Okay... now to figure out what's up with Violet. And luckily for me, it's just about time for me to meet with the one person who might know what's going on...