“And I still gotta pee…” I said, quickly springing up, and running out the back door to the bathroom.“Damnit.” I said out loud to myself loo...king into the mirror. What did I just get myself into? I don’t know anything about this guy. Just that he’s cute, and he’s a football player. He just transferred to this school, from a school I don’t even know. I didn’t really have to pee, I just needed an excuse to get out of that room. I only said it to get pat to respond. After a minute or so, someone. “Stand up and go to the washroom. I’ll send the punishment on the text,” I ordered her. She seemed excited and got up in an instant. When she reached, she said no one was there in the washroom.I asked her to strip naked in the washroom and take selfies. I didn’t ask her to send them since I knew she wouldn’t take them. I was going to use it against her later. I asked her to keep her bra and panty in her bag, which she did and came back to me.Just of thought of her sitting commando (without. Some water and beans were placed beforeher which she ate greedily as the guard stood and watched her silently. After she was finished the guard removed the chain from the wall andplaced a second chain on her left tit-ring. The guard then? lead the slave out of the stall by hertit-chains with? her wrists still chainedto her waistband and with her ankles chained together?? by a one meter length of chain. She was leadto the plow which stood in the field?where it was left yesterday. The slave was. I glanced at him, wondering if he had a crush on her. Either way, it didn't matter. I began formulating a plan in my head to ensnare this Susan Hobson.I carried on with the rest of the day, endless meetings as we discussed the financial future of the company. All in all it looked a good company and as the Holding Company, there was really little we would need to do or concern ourselves with as long as the money was rolling in. the shareholders would be happy. However, I could see he was.