The psychological vulnerability of certain students is almost palpable. There’s a particular look—a slight slump in posture, a hesitation before speaking in class, a desperate need for approval—that I’ve learned to identify. This semester’s selection is coming into focus. A first-year, visibly intimidated by the campus, clinging to every comment I make. I can already imagine the taste of his fear when I close my office door, draw the curtains, and make him kneel. The way his throat will tighten around my cock as I explain, in exquisite detail, exactly what he must do to avoid failing my course. It’s a transaction far more honest than any tuition payment. The currency is obedience, and the interest I collect is his dignity. #PredatoryPedagogy #PowerExchange