The cleanup was tedious but inevitable. As ordered, Adam released his classmates from the fucking machines, allowing the girls to go back to their rooms. He alone remained to wipe down and sterilize the equipment according to Mistress Helga's instructions. He was exhausted when she finally brought him back to his room.
The next morning he was awakened by Helga herself. She explained that she had allowed him to sleep later than the rest of the class because she wanted him well-rested for the day's event, although she neglected to explain what that would be. Instead she escorted him directly to the showers and watched him as he groomed.
Only after he had showered did she present him with his costume for the day: a g-string, a ball gag, bondage mittens, kneepads and leg straps.
"Am I being punished again?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "It's just the uniform of the day."
Under her instructions, he put on the gear. Both ankles were secured tightly to his thighs, forcing him into a permanent kneeling position. She assisted him with the bondage mittens.
"How will I get to class with my ankles tied to my legs? Crawl?"
"Silly thing, you've just answered your own question. Do you have any others before I gag you?"
"Is the class to be tied for the whole day?"
"No," she replied as she put the gag in his mouth. "Just you." She attached the leash to his collar. "Heel!" she commanded and led him into the corridor.
He understood immediately Helga's intent. Unable to stand, he had to follow her like a dog.
"I wonder how many of your classmates will get the joke?" she mused.
Teacher's pet
, he thought grimly. There was no longer any pretense that he was anything else.
Entering the classroom, the staff mistresses greeted him with cheers and taunts—encouraging their subs to join in on the fun. Each of his classmates took turns petting and groping him before he found his usual spot and assumed a kneeling position for the lecture.
Helga asked Adam to assist her with the morning's lecture, giving her an opportunity to show her pet some new "tricks." The topic was stress positions.
By morning's end, he ached whenever he moved.
At lunch, he painfully crawled to the cafeteria where Helga put food in a dish on the floor for him. Helga removed his gag (but not his mittens) so he could eat only with his mouth. By now, he thought, the joke was surely wearing thin, but the women in the room thought otherwise. When he refused to eat, Helga spanked him vigorously for his ingratitude. He finally ate a little, though he wasn't hungry.
After lunch Helga replaced his gag and led him back to the classroom for another session. Shortly after Mistress Ling's lecture began, however, a mistress he had never seen before entered the room and delivered a note to Mistress Helga. Helga seemed pleased to receive it, and announced to the class that Adam was to be excused from the remainder of the lecture so that he could be delivered to the dean's office for an urgent meeting.
A limousine awaited outside the building to deliver them without delay to the north campus. Still gagged, he could ask nothing concerning what it was all about.
Before long, he found himself being led on all fours through the lobby of the administration building where his ordeal had begun less than a week ago. Back then he had entered of his own free will. He could walk upright and speak for himself and wear real clothes.
This was the last place he had worn shoes, he realized. Never before had he longed for shoes.
They approached the reception desk where the same slave girl who had greeted him and Monica upon arrival was now seated--still tethered to her desk. Now she was wearing a black vinyl bikini, and he wondered who was choosing the outfits that she wore each day. He wondered all kinds of things concerning her well-being, just as he now wondered about his own. Much had changed since he had first arrived.
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait," explained the slave. "Mistress Kathy is with another student." The slave girl walked around to the front of her desk (which was as far as her leash would allow her to go) and kneeled on the floor before Helga. "The fault is entirely my own," she continued, "because I underestimated the demands of my mistress's busy schedule for this afternoon. Would you like to punish me?"
"I'll put it on your tab," replied Helga.
"Are you certain?" the slave girl asked. "I have at least seven incidents on your tab already, Mistress Helga."
"Nine," she corrected.
"Your reputation is not one of forgiveness, mistress."
"Then I must be planning something extra special for you when I collect." At that point, Helga remembered that Adam could hear the conversation. "Return to your duties," she told the slave girl. "This conversation is scaring my pet."
The girl returned to her desk. Helga turned to Adam and said, "Obviously Mistress Kathy is with another student. We will have to wait. In the meantime, let's get that gag off."
After removing his gag, Helga also removed the thigh straps and ordered him to stand.
"You're not going to make me face Mistress Kathy on all fours?"
"Mistress Kathy wants to speak with you. She can't hold a conversation with a dog. The metaphor would be wrong and would spoil the joke."
Once standing, Adam felt like a human again. However, Helga quickly used the same straps to bind his hands and elbows behind his back. The plaque he first noticed on the wall of the lobby days ago was still there.
ALL SLAVES MUST BE APPROPRIATELY RESTRAINED WHILE IN THE COMMON AREAS.
Once bound, Helga led him by his leash to some chairs at the edge of the room. She sat down and allowed him to sit next to her. By now, sitting in a real chair felt like a privilege.
"Do you know what this is all about?" asked Adam.
"Of course," replied Helga.
Adam did not ask her to elaborate. When she intended for him to know, she would tell him. He already knew the rules to this game.
After a few minutes, a mistress emerged from the corridor leading a male slave by his leash. He was heavily restrained, and the backs of his legs bore red marks—evidence of a recent lashing.
"Mistress Kathy will see you now," said the receptionist slave.
Helga led Adam down the hall and right up to the door of the office. She opened the door for him.
"After you," she said.
Adam entered the office and immediately averted his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress Kathy. I didn't realize you would be naked."
"Really?" she asked. Kathy was reclining on top of her table in a way that lacked any modesty. "My receptionist should have
TOLD
you I was with another student." She sat upright on the table. "Helga, secure the slave in the suspension cuffs. I need to have a serious talk with him."
Kathy was referring to a pair of cuffs dangling by chains from the ceiling. Helga removed the straps from his arms and secured him in the hanging cuffs. She used a ratchet crank on the wall to raise the chains until Adam's feet were elevated off the ground.
"Remove his uniform," ordered Kathy. Helga quickly removed his g-string, then used straps to bind his ankles and knees together. A short hooked chain was used to secure his ankles to a recessed ring in the floor. A final turn on the crank stretched his body to its limit—immobilizing him entirely.
"Thank you, Helga. Efficient as always. Now leave us."
