“I want you to focus on my words.”

Her professor’s silky voice caressed her mind.

She was not aware how she got here, she was barely aware of what “here” was. All she knew was the presence of his thighs under her, one set of the long agile fingers that she had often seen hold sticks of chalk were now pinching her nipple, the other lay between her legs, rubbing up and down over her cold, soaked underwear.

“What I tell you now will be ingrained in your mind. Understood?” His middle finger swiped up and over her clit. She vaguely noticed how big and sensitive it had gotten.

“Yes Sir.” The way her voice echoed back to her told her she was in a big empty room.

“Good girl.”

A trickle of moisture, a twitch of her legs. A warm feeling pooled in her stomach.

“Second.”

“Second?”

“Second, is the command for relaxing,” he whispered, hot breath on her neck, his head dipped lower, muffling his voice, “your mind will give up control, your legs will fall open, you will obey. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” She drew in a sharp breath as he pinched her nipple again.

His hand moved, gently guiding her legs to close together tightly.

“I want you to regain your awareness, bit.. By.. bit..”

His words lead her mind up, out of its haze. Her eyes refocused, recognizing the dark shapes of the benches in front of her.

With that came the awareness of her top being up, exposing her chest fully, and of her being on her professor's lap. She jerked up straight.

“WHat-”

A lithe hand wrapped around her throat. “Don’t. Move.”

The beating of her heart in her ears was almost louder than a siren. Her eyes darted to the windows and the door, to the dead CCTV camera in the corner. Her leg muscles tensed as she prepared to break into a run.

“Don’t think you can get away, for even a second.”

The way he enunciated that word was weird. But before her mind could process the change her body relaxed. Her eyelids fluttered close. Her usefully tense legs became uselessly limp, falling open, leaving her little cunt very easy to access.

“Goodd girll, you picked up this hypnosis stuff so easily.” 

She could register the mirth in his voice.

“What a facile conquest over your mind. You are truly weak and corruptible.” 

A pleasant shiver went through her, he stroked his back in reassurance. Her chill made her nipples hard. He laughed again, planting a teasing kiss on her neck. 

“You like this?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice came out breathy, desparate.

“How would you like to sit in my lap completely naked hmm, pet?”

She curled up into him, lowering her face to hide the blush.

“That much? Cute. You better do it now, I want to see how much more I can tease you when you’re naked.”

In a few moments she was back in his lap. Her uniform strewn across the floor with her pretty little underwear. 

The cold air that rubbed against her reminded her just how wet she was.

“Good girl. Second.”

He dragged her mind deeper, till all her senses had dulled. She only registered what his voice said and where he touched her.

“You see this?” He tapped her clit, “What is this, do you know?”

“My needylittle, clit.” Her voice came out garbled.

“Mhm. Do you know what it’s for?”

She shook her head, bucking her hips into his still hand.

“It’s for rubbing.” His finger swirled over her dripping skin, reinforcing his suggestion. He rubbed ten slow circles over it.

“Ist tis for rubbin..”

“Right. It is not for cumming. It’s only for rubbing.” Again, he rubbed slow circles, adjusting his pace with her reactions.

“When you rub, you won’t be able to cum. And you will only rub. You know what that means right?”

“No-ooo…”

“I control your orgasms.”

“Yyou control ymorrgams.”

“Good girl~” He moved his hand away and got an instantly greedy whine in response. The whine wasn’t even over before he brought all his fingers down and gave her a firm slap on her cunt.

She moaned and writhed in his lap.

“There’s one more thing I’d like you to remember.”

“Yes Sir?”

“You will touch yourself multiple times a day, and repeat the words “Your clit is only for rubbing.” Understand and obey?”

“Yes.”

“Give me a demo,” his fingers retreated from her body.

She wiggled for a second, her own cold fumbling fingers finding her overstimulated clit. She whined again at the temperature difference. Rolling it around with her index finger she breathed the words out, “Your clit is only for rubbing, your clit is only for rubbing, y-o ahh your cli-t is only for.. for  rubbing…”

“Good job. Stop. Now, when I say right, I want you to come back up, and I want you to forget it the moment you walk out of the door. OK?”

An eager nod was her only answer.

“Right.”

A line of energy trailed through her entire body, like flame following gunpowder laid out by someone. The last spot was her mind.

Her eyes were wide, her vision was sharp, her memories were fuzzy. She knew she had done something, that they had engaged in a way that was not right for student and teacher. But she didn’t attempt to resist it.

It was fun, it was hot. Being desired, being controlled, being pulled around like a puppet on a string. Of course, it’s not like she understood the full implications of this act, only the fact that it had happened.

She got dressed in silence, as he sat in his chair, observing her with a smile on his face, as if an artist looking at his sketch. 

She smiled at him before she left, it was still a little blank. He smiled back. His last words echoed in the air for the few seconds before she disappeared out of view.

“Class dismissed.”