?I hope shewon?t be hard on me. My bladder still hurts.? K thought. Themistress sat in her chair and was thinking about punishing him. She was lookin...gat the cage. It was custom made. It had the usual iron bars. There wererestraints which made him impossible to move. At the front, his head wasoutside the cage. The back was something special. The mistresses came up withthe idea of making his anus and balls easy to play with. The balls could be ina humble which could be raised or lowered. The. More than anything, I wanted the tape off. I SHOULD be screaming for help. I SHOULD be kicking him violently, defending myself. Instead, I laid back down, breathing heavy, as the orgasm that I was trying to avoid was overtaking me. He went back down, using his fingers to play with my asshole. I was moaning through the duct tape.“Oh…..someone likes that.” He said putting his thumb in my tight asshole. At first I flinched, the sensation of a foreign object in my ass was uncomfortable. But then he. If she failed, her days as a psychology student could be at anend, which would be a huge blow to her. She really wanted to get aneducation, to make something of her life, and apart from the mathematicspart, she was very good at her studies.In John had come, with the bright idea of killing two birds with onestone. He could test out the new mind transference machine he was workingon, and he could take the test for her. Earlier today they had snook intothe lab, knowing that it would be almost. Ben, Carlo, Doug, Steve, Shamus, they were goofing off as usual, or paying boredom induced attention to the lecture. Two of the other three nearest girls, Kate and Belinda sported expressions similar to Holly's, but less severe. Their hands nattered in their laps.An unexpected gasp issued ahead of me and to my left. The third nearest, Carolyn something-or-other, had her hands on her chest and she was slowly fondling her breasts and looking at the ceiling.Immediately, the classroom ceased to be..