A week had felt like such a short time to her. Not her fault though, she had been in and out of trance almost continuously. The previously coherent and intelligent little girl had turned into a spaced out, blank, and confused little toy. Well, a toy only for her professor.

She responded wonderfully to his text commands. His control over her was so deep and so absolute that he had to struggle to hold himself back. Remind himself that going slowly, teasing her, would be more fun in the end.

But she did it all so innocently. He couldn’t help but get hard at her bambi eyed, blank faced selfies, her soft pouty lips glistening with drool.

The last week had been tough for him too, he had been equally distracted. And he had rutted into his bed, his face planted into his pillow to muffle his moans, more times than he could count. He couldn’t help it, she was so hot. She was so easy.

The day of the test arrived. And all the students nervously filed into class. Each one had the same surprised expression upon seeing the weird arrangement of their desks.

Instead of the usual columns, the desks had been arranged in a wide circle. Almost all students could be seen from each seat without having to turn one's head.

Once everyone was seated the professor started, “This arrangement makes it difficult for you to cheat without making it too obvious. To talk to someone on your right or left, you’d have to turn, the person in front of you is too far away to be heard at whisper level,” the students heard in quiet attention, “plus this is much more entertaining for me.” He grinned.

Some sighs and groans were audible but no one dared to protest.

“Now,” he walked back to his desk, “I will give you 5 minutes to go through your notes one last time.” He sat down in his chair. There was an annoying suave air around him.

The rest of the class rustled around, arranging their pencil cases, their notes, revising hurriedly. Just as the five minutes were up and people were settling down, her phone pinged.

Wordlessly she got up off her seat and went out.

He didn’t glance at her as she passed him by, but his hand gripped the papers a little too tight when he smelt her perfume.

The papers were distributed, some had started to write, he sat lazily on his desk, observing the students. An unnoticeable tension in his muscles. Anticipation.

The click of her shoes echoed through the quiet halls, she stood in the doorway, “May I come in?”

Her clear voice rang through the room. A couple students looked up from their hard papers, bored expressions morphing into disbelief. A boy exchanged glances with his friend.

As for him, he had to prevent himself from falling out of his chair. His lips were ajar, his eyes brimming with hunger.

See, he had the bright idea that making her wear a tight, white tank top to class, and then ordering her to take her bra off at school, would be a fun thing to witness. But now he was hard. Ah the consequences of one’s actions.

Her nipples were hard in the cold air, she was unaware and unbothered.

He swallowed back his saliva, “Yes, come ..in.”

She walked non-chalantly to her seat. Whoever had the misfortune to look at her got stuck looking at her for a few minutes at a time. Some kept looking back.

Nobody had dared to cheat. The ones who were writing didn’t require it, and the ones who looked up, got distracted by other things.

He had originally intended to walk around the benches, instill fear, but for now he was stuck behind his desk.

His mind was not at all here. It was instead in her girly bedroom, with the fairy lights and photo wall, its light pink walls muffling her desperate moans as he ploughed into her.

Not that such fantasies were helping his condition.

The test passed by quick. In her haze she had access to all her memories, including the one on one crash course they had done the other day. All answers came to her easily.

She rose from her seat, walking to his desk. The few moments it took her to reach him, he spent staring directly at her chest. Admiring the subtle bounce as she walked.

She held out the paper to him.

“Right,” his fingers brushed hers as he took it.

As if she’d awoken from her sleep right then, she blinked. The shift in her expression as she realized she had no bra on, to trying to hide the fact that she didn’t know, was very fun to observe.

“How was the test?” He asked, fully planning to tease her some more. His eyes held hers intensely.

“It was good. I remembered everything.”

“Hmm good….”

Her brain autofilled a ‘girl’ after the good and she blushed.

“You can go.”

She nodded, not daring to look straight at him, and stepped to the side to pick her bag off the floor.

Like a hawk he kept his gaze on her, but it was difficult to continue when she bent down. Her current state was dangerous for him. He looked away.

“Alright class, you have 15 more minutes to finish.”