The bell rings announcing the end of class, and I stand up from my desk as everyone begins packing their books and laptops back into their bags. “So,” I say loudly over the bustle of people leaving. “I’ll finish marking the essays over the weekend and hand out grades on Monday.” I walk over to your desk and put my hand on your bag, stopping you from leaving. “Miss smith, I need you to stay for a moment after class. It’s about your essay.” The look on your face shows your confusion.

The room eventually empties out leaving us alone. I walk over to my desk then I click a button on the computer. The projector flips on and displays the email you sent in with your essay. However the attachment isn’t a PDF, rather it’s a video. Clicking on it, it loads and footage of you slowing fingering yourself displays on the screen, the quiet moans filling the room. “So, I can’t really grade this as an essay, now can I?” I say with a slight smirk. “So, now you have a slight problem because these marks really matter.”

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My idea is that I’ll play a college professor. Outwardly I appear like the kind, mentor type, but secretly I’m cruel and controlling. The type to blackmail you. The type who takes advantage of any little mistake you make, and uses it to control you. The type who only cares about his own pleasure, and treats you like a lesser person.

I imagine it begins with you accidentally adding a lewd video or photo of yourself while emailing in your essay, but the details of how we begin can be ironed out before we start.

Limits: Snuff, Scat, Gore, Animals