Page 53 of Make Me Scream

“How did you deal with it?”

I look at the door to the studio.

“It’s in my tote bag, I’ll show you, sir.”

Lane grins, his brow raised.

“Stay.”

He goes and gets my bag and holds it out in front of me.

“There’s a journal, sir.”

He finds the book and flips to the end. Slowly browsing through the pages, his smile grows.

“This is how you distracted yourself?” he asks. “Seems like this would only make things worse.”

“It’s what I was going to be thinking about anyway. I figured I should put it to good use.”

“That you did. They’re very nice. Perverse but beautiful. There’s a longing in your expression I hadn’t managed to capture — a self-admonishment, almost, but paired with an unwillingness to change.”

Admonishment?

“Is that what you see?” I ask.

“Am I wrong? Look at these lines,” he says, pointing my sloping eyebrows in the drawing of me on a leash. “It’s almost as if you’re mad at yourself for enjoying being treated like a pet.”

Am I?

I don’t know. However, the word “pet” coils around my spine and slithers down my back. It shouldn’t sound so enticing.

“I think that’s what we’ll explore today,” he says. “Let’s see how you react to your fantasy in reality.”

Oh.

It’s possible I may have fucked up.

Chapter 12

The first thing a pet needs is a collar, so I lock one around Gwen’s neck, then attach a leash.

“Get down on all fours.”

She obeys, immediately. Blood fills her cheeks. Shutting her eyes, she bows her head. I have no doubt that if I fingered her tight little pussy it would be fully soaked.

“Head up. Eyes open. I want your full attention, pet.”

“Yes, sir,” she says. Her voice comes out throaty.

She likes being told what to do. Good. That’s the kind of disposition she’ll need.

“Gwen, today you’re going to learn about one’s artistic vision. Specifically, how it may or may not play out in practice. Sometimes a concept works, eventually becoming a quality piece of art. Often they don’t. That’s true in most areas of life: science, business, politics… But we have to try them out, or we won’t know. Experimentation is an essential part of the creative process.”

“Yes, professor.”

Every time she answers like that, her sultry, submissive voice goes straight to my cock. She looks perfect on her hands and knees, gazing up at me. I don’t consider my students beneath me, or feel they should treat me like a superior — but in this context…

“Walk,” I say, holding her leash.

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