” He told me that our prefect would visit that night and I’d better do what I was told. I went to bed nervous and worried about what might happen....Soon after lights out my cubicle door opened and the prefect walked in wearing his dressing gown. He pulled my bedclothes aside and gruffly told me to lie on my belly. He yanked my pyjama bottoms down then I felt his heavy weight land on my back. He shuffled about a bit then his hard cock slipped into my bum crack. “What’s going on?” I cried. “Shut. This time I was dressed in a very revealing kind of tight leather outfit which scarcely covered my private parts. She told me that in today's performance, I was going to be 'slave girl Rita'. This didn't sound too good but it was too late to back out now. Donna then called Master Rob into the dressing room to help me with the rest of my preparation. Master Rob came in with a pendulum in his hand. He said that in order for me to perform my role convincingly, he would have to hypnotize me. I was. On the hallway wall opposite me above a little round table was mirror, and because Beverly hadn't closed the music room door all the way, I could see Beverly sitting at the piano--mostly just the side of her, her thin back, her hair, long and blonde, flowing down her back as she played. She was doing something soft now, maybe it was just a slow movement from the piece she'd played before. It was ethereally beautiful, but also bleak. Cold. Like lights a long way off at night. I listened hard,. If you like it you tell me and touch yourself as if it were me touching you. If you don’t like anything tell me what you’d like instead. Can you do that with me?’ ‘Yes,’ I could feel a tightness in myself releasing and didn’t know if I had tensed at the thought of doing this or of not doing it. ‘Do you want to? Does the thought of it excite you?’ ‘Uh-huh,’ I admitted softly. ‘Good. Me too. Now close your eyes and imagine I’m there with you standing over you lying back on the couch. I would want.