The last time we saw each other, you agreed to write my letter of recommendation and give me A's in your classes despite me not doing any work. I taunted and humiliated you, leaving you locked up in chastity. I return to your office once again, because you have been dragging your feet on my grad school letter. I come in and demand you fulfill your promise to me. You try to push back, with a truly pathetic attempt, and say you refuse to give me an A because I have done nothing to earn it. I grow infuriated, I pull down your pants and grab you by the balls and squeeze hard. You plead for mercy, whimpering like a desperate little pet. I hand you a paper and pen and tell you that you have approximately 4 minutes to finish.
When I return, I am delighted to see you've actually done it. I read it over and confirm everything looks good, then I turn to you and tell you that I'm not leaving, not yet. You need to be taught a lesson. I pull my strap on out of my bag, put it on over my jeans, and tell you to bend over the desk. You need to understand your rightful place. I peg you, while you remain caged. I put my hands around your neck and tell you to open your mouth. I spit in your mouth, you belong to me and we both know it. I laugh as I watch you leak all over yourself. You can't even help from cumming, even in your cage! Part of you loves serving me, clearly. I remind you of what you must do, or I will be back. And god knows what I will do to you if I have to come back again.