The next evening, Riley was summoned to the Senior Training Hall.
She had spent the entire day on edge, her body still sore and sensitive from Headmistress Elena’s ruthless fingers and the way she had been forced to squirt so violently in the ropes. Every time she shifted in her seat during lectures, she felt the ghost of those orgasms and the humiliating wet spot that had formed beneath her.
Now she stood barefoot in the center of the large, dimly lit hall wearing nothing but the black leather collar and a tiny white pleated skirt that barely covered her ass. Six senior students, all beautiful, confident, and clearly experienced formed a loose circle around her. They were dressed in sharp black corsets, thigh-high boots, and leather harnesses that left little to the imagination.
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