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The professor's eyes dart nervously around the empty classroom, her heart pounding in sync with the insistent buzz of the vibrator nestled against her clit. Her master's commands echo in her ears, 'Touch yourself, slut. Make yourself come.' She hesitates, her fingers hovering over the dildo, but the master's firm tone brooks no disobedience. She surrenders, her fingers working the silicone shaft, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The master demands a show, telling her to stand, to strip, to expose herself to the empty classroom. She complies, her body trembling with need and fear as she brings herself to the brink, her orgasm ripping through her as she collapses, panting, into her chair, the master's voice a satisfied purr in her ear.