**A Note: This is a 3 part story, the first two parts are not necessary, but they build up well to this story. I recommend reading them.**
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I woke up a bit confused and quite unsure of where I was, yet again. It was dark, and I was groggy. I was kneeling on the floor it seemed, although there must had been a pillow under my knees. I could feel something soft, but it was too dark to see. My head was leaning against the wall that was beside me, and I just tried to let my eyes focus. Everything just felt weird, my muscles felt like jelly. I couldn't even remember what happened this morning. What happened? What happ... oh! It slowly started sinking back in, the test, being tied to the desk, and the sex. Oh the sex!
I was awake. Very awake, and suddenly I was very aware. There was without a doubt something stuck in my mouth, like a rubber rod or something. I could feel straps around my jaw and the back of my head. I tried to reach my hands up to find out what was on my face, and get it off, but I couldn't. What was going on? My hands were strapped behind my back. This wasn't too serious; I had squirmed out of handcuffs before. All I had to do was get my arms to my front by getting my legs through them. I wiggled around a bit, and tried to inch my hands toward my ankles. I couldn't quite move them. What was I stuck on? I yanked my wrists harshly toward the floor. I gasped as felt the apparent collar around my neck choke me. I relaxed my body, and sat there panting. What was on me? The most I could tell was I had on a collar of some kind, and it was attached to the cuffs behind my back. It felt like there was a bar attaching them. I decided maybe it was better to just sit there. It didn't feel like there was anything on my legs, but after trying to move my arms, I figured it was better to be safe, than sorry.
I sat quietly, assured by the gag in my mouth, just waiting. I was a bit anxious, but I wouldn't say I was nervous. I couldn't say for sure, but it seemed I was in a closet, probably in Paul's office. I couldn't tell for sure, the lights were out. I could feel a draft though; it felt like the door in front of me had slots in it, and it defiantly was a closet. I guess I just needed to wait. And I did.
I sat, or rather knelt there, for what seemed like forever. I had no idea how much time had past, how long I had been asleep. For all I knew, he had drugged me and I'd been missing all week. That seems pretty doubtful though, someone would have come looking for me.
Then it happened! I heard a noise. It sounded like a key turning in the lock. I perked up, sat myself up and tried to look as obedient as possible, which wasn't hard considering the circumstances. As the door began to open, I heard a girl giggle. What was going on? As the light flicked on, I could see a young girl standing nervously in the middle of the office. I recognized her as one of the freshman class, I wondered if she was one of his students. Perhaps I had not been his first. That thought had never crossed my mind. I tried to move around a bit, see if I could get a better view through the gaps. I could see she was wearing a short little skirt, and a top that barely covered her stomach. She was petite, and young. She was 18, maybe 19 tops. Her blond curly hair was dancing at her shoulders. She giggled continually, her fingers twisting around one another nervously. I heard the office door lock. I tried to get a better angle, but I nearly choked as the collar around my neck tightened. I sat back down heavily. Just then I saw Paul, he stood in front of the closet door giving me a disapproving look. What was going on?
Paul gestured for the young girl to take a seat. She nearly hopped to her seat, and he sat in the seat opposite her, on the other side of the desk. "Ok, now," he began. The girl just giggled. "Look, Polly, I am going out on a limb here for you. If you aren't going to take this seriously then maybe we should just end this right now." She shook her head nervously. "Ok, so explain to me again, why you are here this afternoon Polly?"
I couldn't see her face; her back was to me. She seemed to be fidgeting nervously, maybe looking down at the floor. I could see Paul, he looked at her very intently, but every so often he was glancing at me, or at least at the closet. I wondered if he could see me through the door, or just if he knew I could see him.
Polly began quietly, "well, I'm not doing so well in your class."
"Yes, I noticed that," Paul answered.