Her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She wore tall heels, a tight black pencil dress and she wore make up. God by looking at her i was hard as a rock ...and i felt weak by the presence of her almost like she mind controlled me. She looked at me and there was a sparkle in her eyes then a wink and this sparked something in me which wasn't right, but i ignored it. On that day the class had learnt about some chemistry.After a few days of college Mrs Vazquez was getting fed up with my pervy behavior. Slave only receives the food in a slurry, and must drink all water from a dildo, in the main living hall that also has a cage for bondage if there is no work to do. The slave willingly was trained, and then sold. All proceeds to the trainer. As a slave, she has nothing. Nothing but constant humiliation, punishment and work.The owner is displeased and zaps her nipples, she dare not jump, she dare not raise her eyes. Her eyes are never to be focused higher than the Owner's cock, at anytime.. Some just dribbled their cum onto her body. Roz was just a thing to be fucked! Her last cum was so hard she passed out still on her hands and knees, and missed being eaten out by a long haired, bearded biker. Roz had no idea how she'd got going, like a drunk she had that homing programme built in like a trained pigeon, and the body used some kind of automation to move itself along. She was holding up the dress by keeping her arms at her side, and hoping the flow down her inner thighs would stay. Fortunately, it seemed like we’d gotten away with it!As Sophie stood back up her panties fell to her ankles, which for some reason, seemed like the funniest thing we had seen in a long time, maybe because it broke the tension. We laughed loudly and Sophie stepped out of them and placed them in my hand before taking a seat on her stool again. She reached into her back and produced a bottle of water and took a sip, I know it sounds stupid but even that looked sexy! I hadn’t even.