Helena knelt at her Master's feet as he wrote this semester's curriculum. She wasn't in his class this time, even though she had wanted to reconfigure her schedule to fit it in. He closed his laptop and tilted her chin up to meet him. "I will miss you in my class, but I still expect you to join me in office hours on a regular basis for our special meetings. And you will continue to live here, pet. So I can have access to you whenever I like."
She felt herself begin to throb between her thighs, but kept her legs spread. Master had taught her that in the first few days of her living with him. She wasn't allowed to close her thighs to him unless she was walking—which was rare. As were her wearing clothes.
He tweaked her nipple, making her focus on the present again. "Shall we see how flexible you've become in the past month?"
She bowed her head in agreement.
He rose from his desk chair and walked toward the bedroom. She crawled after him and felt her wetness leaking down her thigh. Helena climbed up the pet stairs he had on the side of the bed and lay on her back spread eagled for his inspection. He walked around her and fastened her into the cuffs at each corner, pulling tight.