The next day.

Vivienne hadn’t dressed especially provocatively. True, the knee-high socks and short plaid skirt looked very arousing, but the flat shoes, shirt, and blazer not particularly.

“What are you doing here?” Elias asked.

“Umm… I… I don’t know, sir,” the disoriented beauty answered.

“You came here because I ordered you to.”

“That’s absurd, you can’t order me anything—you’re nothing next to me, sir.”

“And yet you brought what I asked for.”

“Umm… yes, sir,” she said very uncertainly, showing her school bag. Normally filled with books, but this time it contained all sorts of erotic toys.

“Oh, I like this pink remote vibrator—shove it up your ass.”

“I… I have no idea what that is, sir,” she cried out in terror as he pushed it into her anus.

“Old janitor Harold hypnotized you.”

“What? That’s absurd, hypnosis doesn’t exist, it’s impossible, sir.”

“Then why are you calling me sir?”

“I would never call any man sir, and certainly not you, sir.” She said, only now clearly realizing she was addressing him as sir.

“God, what’s happening, sir?”

“Calm down, I’ll wipe your memory completely afterward,” he answered quickly, then added. “Prepare yourself that during the entire class I’ll be playing with this remote for the vibrator you have in your ass, first of all. Second, try to keep your legs spread wide. Third, when you answer questions I want you to start masturbating.”

“WHAT?! That’s absurd, this isn’t happening, sir.”

The Lesson

“Who can explain why this interpretation is considered the most accurate?” the teacher asked. “Maybe you answer, Vivienne?”

He didn’t look much that day at his best student, who seemed to have forgotten she was wearing a short skirt and had spread her legs extremely wide; he didn’t want to call her out in a humiliating way. For that reason he didn’t notice the many grimaces caused by the randomly activating vibrator throughout the class. Nor how she trembled after every such instance.

This can’t be happening, no, no, no. God, I’ll do anything just not this, she thought in terror as she began to answer and her right hand started moving under her skirt. She still cast a pleading glance toward her tormentor but saw not a shadow of pity.

“Of course I can,” she said while simultaneously pushing two fingers into her pussy.

“It seems to me that for most people it’s difficult because it requires knowledge of the context we discussed in the advanced classes,” she continued. As she masturbated with increasing force she was unable to sit straight, and every few words a quiet moan escaped her lips.

“It seems to me that for most people it’s difficult because it requires knowledge of the context we discussed in the advanced classes,” she finished her speech while strongly shaking the desk during her orgasm. An attentive observer could already see her juices running down her legs.

“Are you feeling all right, miss?”She didn’t answer. She had her hand pressed tightly to her mouth so that no moan would escape.