Maybe Jen was onto something, the patriarchy was alive and well at my university. ‘I have one more,’ the blonde said, as she set down the basket o... hearts on a desk near the door. She pulled one out and turned to face me. ‘Ready, Professor?’ My face became bright red as I stared back blankly. ‘Ummm… what?’ The blonde moved in close. Her gaze locked on mine, something breathed over her that made her eyes flicker. But whatever it was swirled into a sultry smile. A soft, flowery scent gently. My job was to clean the stalls of the women who were being trained as ponies. If they were rewarded for good progress in their training I was the slave who gave them the climax that they had justly earned.My job was all the menial jobs that have to be done in a complex that prepares the human traffic for consumption by the rich and merciless men and women who need to own others and enjoy their torture.Every now and again I perceived hints of what was going on outside those four walls. Twice I. More

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