Satisfied with the stills she had taken, Vanessa put the camera away again, then tossed her hair over her shoulders. “Now then, I think we can get started. The first day is always the most fun. We can handle all the dreadful, boring things in private at our leisure.”<br/><br/>Part of her business was the thorough inspection of her slaves. The women that David and Michael were to be sold to hadn’t specified cock length, but she would be measuring them eventually out of courtesy. Every so often, a client would demand a certain feature, and she would have to scour her students for a while before a promising one revealed himself. She could break out the caliper and ruler later, though, one at a time after school in the coming weeks.<br/><br/>She plucked Michael up by his ear between two satin fingers, then briskly tugged him to one of the stools. “Sit nice and straight,” she ordered, picking up some more rope. “After all, you’re proud to have been picked by your headmistress, aren’t you?”<br/><br/>The rope was used to bind his ankles to the legs of the stool in such a way that his legs stayed open. His cock was still rock hard and stiff in its tight web of twine, the skin a darker shade of red.<br/><br/>“One of the biggest factors for my special students is endurance,” she lectured. As she spoke, she ran her smooth hands over his frame, first inspecting the knots on the harness of rope that secured his broad frame, then the clasp to the gag. “Athletes such as yourself, Mr. Weston, are a dime a dozen: you’re popular, handsome, and will fuck anything that presents itself. My job is to cultivate that motivation, and to turn you into a stud that can give for as long as he needs to. If you’re concerned, don’t be; I can be<em>very</em>convincing.”<br/><br/>To emphasize the point, she ran her index fingers over her nipples, enjoying the tremor that resonated through his body.<br/><br/>“This goes for you too, Mr. Carter,” she said curtly upon moving back to the others. “Unfortunately, I believe you lack the experience that Mr. Weston does, but we’ll be able to fix that.”<br/><br/>She stooped and threaded her fingers through Keiko’s hair, tugging her in the direction of Michael. “Crawl. Your first lesson, Miss Watanabe, like all dirty little girls, is obedience.” She stopped before Michael’s spread legs, then looked sternly down at the girl. “Would you like to prove you can be obedient by not screaming or speaking when I remove your gag?”