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"Yet I'd be able to make you do almost anything... Well, if you promise to make it interesting." He gives her a smile and they exchange numbers. "You mean a student? Maybe it's another member of the staff. Not something you ought to worry about just now. Shall I find your report by tomorrow...

"I would like to use your imagination on that. Anticipation of things to come in the near future. include it in your job application. Hmm... I'll also need your phone number, and know where you live. I'm already thinking on how to use you, but that will be easier with more information." He...

"Single, living alone", he repeats. "And no other activities outside a relationship?" After she answers she continues. "Turning a whole new leaf could arise some suspicion, and we don't want that, but here's another order. You are not to do anything about your own arousal, you may give others...

Harry nods. "Then I'll await a written document of your history by tomorrow. You are free to be as exhaustive in your description as you wish, but I'm sure that you wont to disappoint." He finishes his meal, but does not give any sign of leaving just yet, they still have some of their lunch...

"Well, I can't say that I haven't let my fantasy run wild, if just for a bit. While the very first thing I ought to do is establish trust. Everyone has their own practices but I must say that I do not quite approve of the concept of a contract. Which is why I thought of giving it back, but not...

He shrugs before asking: "Did it not bring back good memories? Or was it more worry about the future?" He casually begins eating his meal as would they be talking about something mundane.

Harry retreats to the teachers lounge, the most obvious place where he would meet his 'Anita' again. He has more than enough time to prepare himself a decent meal with the provided equipment, still, taking his time before approaching Mrs. Rehn. "How was your morning?", he casually asks. (would...

Harry doesn't answer for a while. "Well, be that as it may... I'll have some students to teach. Hope nobody does anything uncouth while I'm not supervising. But I would very much like to continue our conversation at a later time." With that he leaves her to stew for the morning, avoiding her for...

"But since you mentioned it, it really doesn't seem like she was the owner of said notebook..." he shrugs and tries something. "Since I currently have that contract, you'd think she would still adhere to it? Tell the truth."

(so does she look similar to the photo?) "Sure? No." He shakes his head. "But a sort of contract was attached to it with her as the only signee. Crazy things that students get up to, but we weren't all that different." (if she does look similar) "It's not you, is it?"

"A nickname?", he repeats , surprised, "really?" He strokes his chin, feigning to be in thought about it, but wondering more about if, in actuality, it was Mrs. Rehn herself. "Nicknames are more a shorthand of their actual names, not a complete alias... unless one wants to hide certain...

"An Anita Enquist, yes", he confirms. "You only used her first name, so can I assume you know her?"

Harry rose early, going through his morning routine with time to spare to go to town to visit a liquor store. While he didn't buy an expensive wine, it was still more noble than a bottle one could fetch at a super market. Back at the university in the teachers lounge he casually asks if anyone...

A shame, an already reigned in slave is boring. It's the taming process that Harry enjoys the most. But the way in which the notebook talks about the training was quite enticing evening literature. What remains there to do to her? Which of her limits have not yet been broken, and would likely...

2000, by todays standards rather ancient. He shrugs and puts the picture in the notebook before pocketing it. Dutifully he cleans up the workshop and writes an email to his client, informin him of the completion of his work, for it to be shipped upon receiving the payment. Afterwards he heads...

Beyond judging the craftsmanship of the ropework, Harry tries to recognize the person. Maybe a younger version of a staff member? But he still investigates on how the compartment was hidden in the first place. (Is something on the back?)

Harry curses under his breath, rubbing the place he hit himself. His hands still dirty though, he didn't do much good for it. The piece of paper, however, he did not touch. Only looking at the hidden compartment with his eyes and waiting until he cleaned up a little and washed his hands before...

content with having repaired the equipment to his best ability, he remains in the classroom to correct and grade homeworks and tests alike before retreating to yet another workshop to build a commission he got. It would become a metal bed frame he'd equip with loops for rope and carabiner...

"Booze shall it be then." He gave a mocking bow. "Where would you like to have it delivered?" After agreeing on the details, Harry went back to actually repair the broken equipment, before teaching the rest of his scheduled classes that day.

Harry shrugs, "non-circumstantial evidence that might have arisen after the fact. And I don't think that I have to fear anything from her words." He takes her by her wrists and removes her hand from his crotch, and repeats again: "What is it that you want?"