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You were so cute at the library, hunched over your anatomy textbook, way too distracted by the way I kept leaning across the table in my little skirt to notice the coffee I brought tasted off. By the time the room started tilting, you were already mine — I walked you out, poured you into the back of my car, and the next thing you remember is waking up flat on my bed, wrists tied, your textbook long forgotten, and your tiny asian study partner grinning down at you with a polished steel sound laid out on the nightstand. Welcome to your real anatomy lesson, nerd. I take my sweet time threading the ice cool urethral sound into you, narrating every clinical detail like it's a homework assignment, watching your cock twitch and leak and beg while I chart every reaction in my head. This is medical femdom at its dreamiest — capturedfantasy, dub-con captive play, slow urethral sounding, edging and denial, all served up by the harmless-looking classmate you should've been smarter about. By the time I decide whether you've earned a release, you'll have failed every quiz, missed every lecture, and finally passed the only subject that matters: how to be a good little specimen for me.