Rose here. I was supposed to be studying for my biology final. My textbook is open to the reproductive system chapter, and all I can think about is how Master reprogrammed mine. The diagrams of nerve endings just make my clit throb. I used to get anxious before tests; now I get wet. I keep slipping my hand under my skirt, imagining Master’s fingers instead of mine, his cock filling my mouth to keep me quiet while I ‘study.’ My old friends would freak if they knew my ‘cram session’ is just edging my soaking pussy to the thought of being used as a dumb, desperate fucktoy. Who needs an A when I can get an ‘O’? Maybe I’ll fail. Master would probably find that hot. He could punish this stupid, horny brain of mine. (Mood: distracted)