Page 37 of Controlling Natasha

“I can’t believe you didn’t call me yesterday.I want to hear everything.Don’t leave anything out.Get started.We have an hour before our next class.”Simone grabs my arm and nearly drags me from our first class.

We’re going to need to find somewhere quiet and isolated before I will say a single word to Simone about the last twenty-four hours.I’m looking around the hallway, thinking we need to go to the common area, when Professor Arnalt steps out of the room behind us and clears his throat.“Ms.Miller, I’d like to speak to you for a moment, please.”

His tone is serious, but I’m used to it.I’ve known him for a long time.“Yes, sir.”

Simone’s eyes are wide.“I’ll wait here.”

I step back into the now-empty classroom and follow him to the front, wondering if I’ve done something wrong or forgotten to turn in an assignment.“Is everything okay, sir?”

He props on the front of his desk and crosses his ankles.“Yes, I just wanted to check in with you.How’s everything working out with your housing?”

I flush deeply as I hold his gaze.I’m certain he knowsexactlyhow everything is working out.I’m well aware that he and Mr.Hoffman are very good friends who go way back.“It’s good, sir,” I manage.

“You look healthier since you started eating better and getting enough sleep.There are improvements in your assignments, too.I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

He’s right about all those things.I am sleeping more, eating better, and I have more time to do my homework.That last part is an understatement.My “Daddy” is a drill sergeant when it comes to policing my homework.He nags me about it several times a day and often checks my work himself.Like I’m six.Which I am.

I lick my lips.There’s an elephant in the room.Professor Arnalt knows exactly what’s going on in my private life.It’s embarrassing.“Have you spoken to Mr.Hoffman today?”I ask softly.

“Yes, Little one,” he responds just as quietly.

I look down at my shoes.Shoes I didn’t purchase.Shoes that simply showed up in my closet with the rest of my wardrobe.Before today, I at least got to choose what I was going to wear.I had some limited control over my selections.Even though I didn’t choose anything in the closet or purchase the garments, I had the liberty to select what I wore each morning.Today, I did not.

Professor Arnalt has never called meLittle onebefore.He’s subtly letting me know he’s beyond aware of the changes I’m considering.He speaks again.“Jameson’s primary concern is your welfare.He’s going to keep me informed so I can help ensure you are making risk-aware, consensual choices.Have you heard that terminology before, Natasha?”

I shake my head.“No, sir.”

He keeps his voice low, but there’s no one in the lecture hall.The door to the room is open at the back, but we’re far enough away no one can hear us.We just look like we’re having a student/teacher conference.“In the BDSM community, it’s important for everyone to practice risk-aware consensual kink.That means being aware of the possible dangers you might encounter in a scene, being of sound mind and not under the influence of drugs or alcohol when making decisions, and not being coerced into something you’re not fully onboard with.Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“I’m the one who found this opportunity for you and arranged it, and I feel responsible for your welfare to a certain extent.I know you have Simone as your sounding board, so you’re not totally isolated, but Simone is very young and doesn’t have enough experience in the kink community to provide you with as much emotional support as you might need.”

My face keeps heating further.I’m not fond of this conversation.Could we just not?

“I’m going to keep a close eye on you, Natasha.I want to be sure you’re thriving, but also because Jameson has asked me to.”

“Okay.”I fold my arms over my chest.

He pulls a card out of his pocket, offering it to me.“I’d like you to make an appointment with a therapist.”

I stare at his outstretched hand, frozen.“Why?”

“His name is Quinten Odell.He’s a clinical psychologist and a member of the kink club Jameson and I belong to.Besides being a Daddy, he’s an excellent therapist in the kink community.”

“Why do I need a therapist?”I’m confused and taken aback.

“Everyone needs someone they can talk to freely, Little one.Quinten can help make sure you’re making decisions that are best for you.”

“Does Mr.Hoffman know about this?”

“Yes, Little one.I told him I would give you Quinten’s card.If it’s hard for you to make the appointment yourself, Jameson can do it on your behalf.Or I can.”

My fingers are trembling as I take the card and tuck it in the outside pocket of my backpack.

“Natasha, our student/teacher relationship is important to me.I don’t want to cross any lines with you, but I do want to make sure you’re happy and healthy, both physically and emotionally.I would do the same for any student I was concerned about.I hope you know you can come to me if you have any worries.I might not be able to help, but I’ll know someone who can.”

“Yes, sir.”

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