Tormenting her during class

"Good morning class, I have an announcement. I'd like you to call me Mary from now on. No more Dr. Odate." I heard while I was drawing in my notebook.

I looked up and saw Dr. Odate, no, Mary, sweaty from running and flustered making an announcement to the class after being 5 minutes late. She was wearing a dark blue turtleneck that covered all of her, but was tight, showing off her impressive bust. She wrote the name she wanted to us to call her by on the board, then got on with class.

Once class started I decided to be a little shit. It was no fair that everything was covered by that turtleneck. Time to fix that. I raised my hand. She ignored it at first but eventually knew she had to call on me.

"Yes? What do you have a question about?" She asked. I lowered my hand.

"Mary, I bet I can guess your cup size. If I'm right, you have to give me that shirt and you teach without one from now on." Hushed gaspes and murmurs filled the lecture hall.

"Why would I agree to that?" She said.

"If I guess wrong, I'll give you this key," I held up a key that to anyone else wouldn't be notable, but to Mary was invaluable. "Deal?"

"Fine," She said through gritted teeth.

"32K," I said.

She quickly pulled the turtleneck off her body and just threw it at me. It landed on at my feet, in front of the desks. Even more gasps filled the room, louder than ever. The click of a couple camera phones were heard as pictures were taken. Mary was wearing a thick sports bra that minimized her chest a lot but couldn't fully hide it. Her large thick collar was highly visible, and the text was big enough it could be seen from across the room.

"Alright, alright, like none of you haven't lost a bet before. The collar's from another bet by the way, so don't go thinking I dress like this normally," She said. After that she went back to her lesson.

I came up to her after class. I wanted to see how far I could push her without using bets. She had pretty good reason to be afraid of me, and the normalization effect took some of the fun out of just telling her to do things with the coin. No, I wanted her to feel bad about this stuff.

"Hello Mary," I said.

"Please leave me alone," She begged.

"Ha, no, this is too much fun," I said. "Now I wanted to give you a warning. Tomorrow you better come with a lacey push-up bra— that's those are the only bras I want to see you in from now on. And from tonight onwards come to the house not wearing anything or packing any changes of clothes. If you do bring clothes not only will I throw them out but I'll give you an extra punishment as well."

"You're going to punish me? This is ridiculous," She said.

"Just for that you're getting an extra one tonight," I said. "I won't take any backtalk." With that I turned around and left.

Once again Mary arrived at nine. She was wearing nothing but her collar like I asked. So she was beginning to listen. When she knocked on the door I asked for my mom to get it, knowing it was her.

"Oh, um," I heard my mom sputter.

"Ah!" I've heard Mary scream. "Um, is this the right house?"

"I don't think so," My mom said that she went to close the door. This is when I got up from the dinner table and ran over.

"It is!" I called out with my arm raised as I approached the doorway. Then at a normal volume. "It is. Hi Mary. Mom, she lost a bet and has to sleep here now. I didn't tell you because you're usually asleep by now."

"Well, this is mighty unusual, but if she's a friend of yours that's okay." She nudged me with an elbow. "Just don't keep me up all night." With that she walked back to the dinner table.

"Alright," Mary said once I let her in. "Where's the cage?"

"Oh, the kennel is closed until two am tonight," I said behind me while I walked towards the dinner table. "You're going to hang out here until then. I mean, feel free to stay in your car instead, but there's no telling what I'll do if you do. Dinner? We're having rice and beans and chicken." Mary groaned and just sat on the couch with her arms crossed.

"No couch!" I smacked her legs. She got up. "I don't want your naked butt on my couch. Another day I'll give you furniture to sit on, but because you want to talk back so much, I have a pile of old blankets in the dining room. Sit there until we're done."

"Fine," She grumbled before walking to the dining room, one hand cover their breasts and the other behind her back to cover her butt. Neither did their job well.

After dinner, Mom retired to her room for the night. This left me and Mary alone. I was itching for a bet but I wanted to have fun with this one.

"Care for a game of dominoes?" I asked. I dumped a bag out on the dining room table.

"Not really," She said. She was kneeling on the blankets and using her arms to cover her breasts.

"Let's make an interesting. If I win, you eat your food out of a dog bowl on all fours from now on. If you win," I tapped the coin around my neck. "You get to wear this collar today instead of the one that I gave you. Deal?"

"Deal!" She said getting up to shake my hand. I took the collar off and placed it down on the table. No funny business this time. I was going to kick her ass the old fashioned way.

Mary was dumbfounded I was so good. After we were done I put my collar back on. As I started to put the dominoes away I made another bet.

"Hey Mary, what's your boyfriend's last name? I bet I can guess it," I said.

"I'm not in the mood to talk about him right now while I'm nude in another person's house," She said.

"Ooo, does he not know about our bets?" I asked. "You know secrets are really bad in a relationship."

"What is this about this stupid bet?" She tried to change the subject. I put my hands on the table.

"Well, if I can guess his last name right, you have to change your last name to his if you ever tie the knot," I said. "In fact, float the idea of doing it early by him when you see him tomorrow as just a way to be closer. I bet he'll say yes. If he does you do it. If I lose either bet, I'll transfer the ownership of the kennel to you. Put it wherever you want."

"You do know there's millions of last names, right? I'll take your deal," She said.

"Yeah but I'm pretty sure I'll get this one right," I said. "It's Melons, right? Danny Melons." She threw her arms in the air before having them slap back down.

"How do you keep knowing this stuff?" She said.

"Lucky guesses, now what do you want to do next?" I asked.

"Next?" She said.

"Yeah, it's only," I took out my phone and press the side button to turn off sleep mode. "10:40. We have plenty of time until I'm sending you to bed. Tell me about yourself."

"I'd rather not," She said.

"Yeah but I'd rather you do. What's your favorite fetish? I bet it's humiliation. I bet you're just straight gushing down there right now. Wetter than you've ever been," I said.

"Emily!" She shouted.

"So you do remember my name!" I sat up straight in astonishment. "But no changing the subject. Am I right?" Her face went beat red and she stared off to the side.

"Yes," She said quietly.

"I actually don't believe you," I push the seat away and got up. "Let me check."

"Emily! No!" She covered her private areas with both her hand once I walked over to her, kneeling on the seat.

"I need to verify the integrity of the bet," I said. This was a long shot, but I had a feeling that because it was connected to a bet I would be allowed to do it.

"Fine," She grumbled. She moved her hands away and opened her legs. I took a single finger then slid it inside her, before raising it up and just quickly and softly flicking her clit, minor enough that I could pass it off as an accident. I brought it to my nose and sniffed.

"Wow, you're a fountain down there," I said. "I'm glad I put blankets over the chair or you would ruin the upholstery."

"Can we move on?" She said.

"Sure!" I said, going back to my seat across from her. "If you don't want to tell me about your life fine. Let's play mad libs about it. I bet, that until me and you get up and do something else, any guess I make about your life is going to be correct. I'm going to be in a flow state about this. Not going to get a single thing wrong."

"Why would I play this game?" She asked. I sighed.

"I'm really sick of these stupid questions." I shook my head. "You're going to play the game because I want you to. And I own you. At least, right now." I pulled out something from my pocket. I took it and jingled it in front of her. It was her car keys. "So if you want these back, we're going to play." She lunged after me but I just backed up so her arm couldn't reach. "Uh uh uh. I'm not just giving these back." She sat back down and tried to gain her composure.

"I made a single bad bet. You can't just steal my car keys and trap me here because of it," She said.

"Who said anything about stealing?" I put the car keys down on the table. "We're going to play for it. If I get anything wrong, you not only get them back but I will give a written letter to the administration, as well as a video recording, that everything that has transpired the last few nights has been my fault. That the worst you're guilty of is kissing a grown adult. But if I get everything right," I picked up the keys again and jingled them. "I keep your car. You'll have to carpool with me from now on. "Oh, and you still pay for gas."

"My car's electric," She said.

"Ooo, carbon conscious. Charges then." I said.

"Deal. Let's get this over with," She said.

"Let's start with your sex life. I already know that you guys get down and dirty a lot. But I'm SURE Danny is packing." I put my hands up like I was measuring something in between them. "I'm talking one of those porn dongs. Fourteen incher, thick as a soda can, and you take it like a champ. Like it's nothing."

Mary gulped.

"Why do we have to talk about my sex life?" She asked. I put my arms flat on the table.

"Tell me if I'm right or not," I said.

"You're right," She said, unamused.

"Okay if you don't want to talk about sex, let's wrap it up with one more guess. I that the only reason why you guys don't have sex more is his libido and your guys' jobs." I wagged a finger at her. "If it were up to you I bet you would fucking ten times a day. You're just that horny. I bet you're thinking about his cock all day during class. Just waiting until you can get home and ride it."

"Yes, yes, I'm a horny bitch in heat," She said, putting her arms up. "Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm proud that's a woman of my age and stature enjoys sex. That's not a problem."

"Oh but I don't think you are. I think you hate feeling like a slut," I narrowed my eyes and kept wagging. "I think every time you fuck him you feel like you're giving into temptation, and that if you were just a little bit stronger you wouldn't need to get boned down so much. It's humiliating for you, and what's more humiliating? The fact that being humiliated arouses you so much." I started having my fingers go in a circle around each other, each pointing in the opposite direction. "It's a vicious cycle."

"I thought you said we were moving on from sex," She said. Then she sighed. "But yes, you're right."

"We are," I said. "Let's move on to your childhood. I bet you developed faster than all the other girls. I bet they called you fat, and slutty, and a cow, and humiliating nicknames. And I bet you are growing so fast you couldn't even wear properly fitting bras to school until you graduated. I bet they called you Mooo-ry." She sniffled but tried to keep her composure.

"Yes, that's all true," She said.

"And I bet you masturbated a lot because you can get dates until grad school," I was spitballing now. Just saying things off the dome. "You finger fucked yourself an average of twenty times a day. No other hobbies. Just sex and schoolwork. That's why you went so far."

"I mean I can't believe I kept track, but yeah. Twenty is about right," She said. "But this is still about sex, in a roundabout way at least."

"Okay, let's move on to your sense of style. I think the prudish professor thing is a front," I said. "I think whenever you're not with students or faculty you dress like a total bimbo. Complete with a pink pigtailed wig. I'm talking stripper heels, huge thong whale tail, slutty schoolgirl outfit with an open blouse to show off your lacy bra. The works."

"Do you have hidden cameras on me or something?" She asked.

"No, no. I can just read it on your face," I lied. "I also think you got into this professor things just for the money. Your dream job is to be a stripper. But you could never live that down so you don't tell anyone and pretend you're having the time of your life dealing with students. That's why you're such a bitch."

"Okay, fine! I took a couple pole dancing glasses but I never felt like it was something I could pursue as a career," She said. "And I am NOT a bitch."

"I know you hear what people say about you behind your back. How bitchy you are, how hot you are, how much they all want to bend you over and slam you. Even the faculty says it. And deep down, you agree with them." I keep pushing. "The only person you're nice to is Danny, two peas in a pod you are. Mostly because he knows your kinks. You met on a degradation fourm where you talked about how much you'd like to just be owned and abused, but that you also hate yourself for that. You're really repressed Mary."

"Yes on all counts!" She puts her head in her hands and starts weeping. Then she looks up with tears in her eyes. "I'm such a bitch! I don't know why Danny puts up with me!" Then she goes back to muffling herself with her head in her hands. "I feel like I'd lose my job if I wasn't so sexualized. And yet I like the sexualization. But I also hate it."

I leaned back. Maybe I've gone too far. I was making up this fake history that I wanted to apply to my least favorite teacher, and forgot I was using a magic medallion to mess with someone's life. The power was just so intoxicating.

"I'm going to go set up your kennel. You don't need to worry about doing anything else with me. Hit the hay, and we'll carpool tomorrow." With that I picked up my new car keys and walked off. Mary was still crying.