The dull day dragged its feet as reluctantly as the students did on their way back to class. The lunch break had ended and everything was slow as a snail. As boring as one too.

So it was no surprise that when their Maths professor walked in they all groaned in unison.

“Alright settle down. This is as boring for me as it is for you.” There was some amusement in his voice.

Her body straightened unintentionally in his presence.

He had a sheaf of papers in his hand. “Fill these out,” he passed a bunch to the first-benchers, “It will only take a second.”

A wave of comfort washed over her. She slumped just a little in her chair. The tension left her legs, making them fall apart slightly.

“You say ‘second’ weirdly,” an observant student noted.

“Do I?” He tilted his head to the right, pausing in his paper distribution. “Second, second, second.” He spoke as if he was testing the word out.

Pleasure rippled through her body with each word. Her mind got fuzzy. She couldn’t pinpoint what was causing it. But that didn’t matter. Her body had slumped fully into her seat, almost as if she was sleeping sitting down, her legs brushing against the bars of her small table. But bad posture is okay for young adults, no one paid her any mind.

“Right so, let’s start today’s class.”

As if touched by electricity she snapped straight, her legs close together like they were before.

“The second half of this chapter is important.”

Her mind fogged over again. Her lips parting, only barely containing the saliva pooling behind them.

“It’s important that you get it right when it’s on your test next week.”

People groaned around her, she just barely grew self aware and swallowed back her spit.

“It’s only the second test of the year and you guys are already moaning and groaning about it.”

Her brain was failing to keep track of the quick sinking in and coming out. Her professor hadn’t even spared her a glance yet. She could feel her underwear sticking to her. An all-pervasive need radiated out from her cunt.

He wasn’t done yet. That much was clear the way his eyes raked over her, turning ice cold for a split second. The cruel enjoyment visible only to her.

He didn’t bring her out of it immediately this time. She squirmed and wiggled in her seat. Now partially aware he was doing things to her.

But to her, his effect stemmed from her own feelings. She thought it was a crush. The silly crush of a horny girl on her handsome professor.

Only towards the end of the class, towards the end of her capacity to maintain her acceptable facade, did he finally let her come back out.

“Right. So that’s all we’re doing in today’s class. I expect you all to pay perfect attention and ace the test next week, ok?”

She squirmed in her seat again, but it wasn’t because of hypnosis this time. She hadn’t paid any attention in class! Her stupid mind and her stupid pussy kept her distracted the entire time.

She debated raising her hand, she opened her mouth, closed it again. The risk of being embarrassed versus the risk of getting low scores swayed on a balance inside her head. Before she could make up her mind however, he was already leaving.

“See you all tomorrow.”

She convinced herself that she’d meet him after school. Telling him she hadn’t paid any attention in the hour long class right now was too embarrassing.

So the day ended, but her suffering was only beginning.

She knocked on the door to his office, sticking her head in sheepishly after he called.

He looked up at her, a stern expression on his face.

“Yes, Ms [redacted]?”

“Um.. good afternoon Sir. I,” She entered uncomfortably, her eyes darting around.

The book in his hands was gently put on the desk, “Is everything okay, dear?”

The ‘dear’ made her stomach flip but she tried to ignore that feeling.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know what happened today in class but I couldn’t pay any attention at all.” She blurted out.

A thoughtful look crossed over his face, “Have you been getting enough sleep?”

“I..” The question caught her off-guard, “I’m sure I have been-”

“Come here for a second.”

Her body lurched forward.

“Sit next to me. We’ll go through some of the questions again.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Good girl.”

A vague memory flashed before her eyes. Those words felt familiar. They felt good.

She sat down next to him, a familiar haze taking over her brain. He was sitting way too close to her. His hand was brushing the outside of her thigh. She could feel his heat and smell his cologne.

“I want you to concentrate.”

Her attention snapped to the textbook in front of her.

He continued to coo in her ear, his fingers slyly grazing her leg sometimes, but he walked her through all the important parts of the chapter. A little more than he had taught to the class. His reasoning was that she was his favourite.

“And we’re all done. Right.”

Her eyelids flew open. She didn’t really remember what happened but she had a feeling she would be okay for the test.

A smile stretched across her face. “Thank you so much professor! I really appreciate it.”

He smiled at her too, but it lacked any warmth. “If you’re so grateful maybe you should tell me if you’ve been doing your lines..”

Her smile faltered, “Lines?”

“You know,” he smirked, getting up from his chair, standing close behind her, “Your clit is only for rubbing.”

The gears of her brain ground to a halt, her eyelids fluttered close. In a soft monotone she replied, “Yes Sir. I’ve been doing my lines daily. I’ve been touching two, even three times a day.”

A laugh rumbled in his throat, “Gooodd girl. You’re such a good toy, you know that.”

She squirmed on her feet, heat pooling in her stomach.

“I want you to give me your number, so we can test some text commands, understand and obey?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. I want you to see every message I send, immediately. Understand?”

“Ye-s Sir.”

“Good. Come back up now, and slowly forget the last part of this interaction. I want you to go home and message me, because you like me and you want to be my favourite.”

“I understand. I like you and want to be liked by you.”

“Exactly.”

Her visions cleared slowly, she smiled back at him, a little unsure why he was standing there, and she walked out of the office feeling warm and content.