" "Hello." My voice was so low, I wondered if she heard me. "Mr. Sterling wanted you to know that there is a post-doctoral opportunity opening up at...the Pasteur Institute. If you were interested in discussing it, he would be available to meet with you tomorrow at four." My throat closed and I couldn't answer. Charlie Cotton, one of our graduate students, was set to graduate in a few months. He was looking for a post-doctoral fellowship and the Pasteur Institute was his dream. He studied. I did as ordered. “And under no circumstances are you to touch your cock. Or me!” The prospect of being used by this pretty blonde had put some kinky ideas in my head, my cock lying flat and stiff against my belly. I watched intently as she slowly peeled off her clothes. She was tall, blonde hair in a pixie haircut, thin, small breasts topped by puffy, pointed nipples. Her bush was trimmed only to the point of being invisible under a bathing suit, and, as they say, the collar matched the. Now go away or I will have you removed from your command and your sorry ass will be prison bound. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?' I snapped back.'When I get done with you, you will be lucky if you don't get striped and sentenced to prison. We will be back. Do... ' he snapped through the link and I shut it down not wanting to hear his rant.I started humming an Earth song I had found as I worked on bringing the boy back to life. Ten minutes later the system chimed. I smiled as I watched the faint. ”“Let me pick up Shirley today, Sumo. She is a beautiful child, smart and strong, the same as her mother, my Sumo.”“Sure thing.”I spent some alone time thinking about the Floozy.If Floozy was a partner, then she might have information on my collar. However, she told me she was under non-disclosure, so she might not be able to explain much. I wasn’t looking to escape it. I just wanted to understand it.I have noticed some odd things. Things I’m told I cannot do with the collar, yet I do anyway,.