Arnold Redford, Amatory Arts Instructor at the Thompson Finishing School, thrusted the dildo into the gaping mouth and down the protesting throat of his latest "special project."  She gagged and struggled against her tight, leather restraints.  He had just started an hour-long oral training session with her and already her pert, spasming  body glistened with a sheen of sweat as she choked and sputtered loudly.  Every school year he always had at least one student that wasn't just incompetent--she was outright defiant.

He never had to worry about this kind of behavior from homegrown Brentwood girls.  It was always the imports that harbored these kinds of troublemakers.  In their lives before Brentwood, these kinds of girls were usually outspoken feminists, supposedly successful students or career women, lesbians, or a combination of the three.  When faced with these unfortunate cases, Arnold had to be creative in his methods.

Melissa Johnston, now re-designated Miss Misty #5990, not only possessed all three of the a fore mentioned qualities, she was also a recently captured Lioness agent.  Trapped in the restraints and blindfolded, Misty could do nothing as the thick, rubber head choked her again and again.  That's the way Arnold wanted her.  She needed to understand that the control she thought she had before was an illusion.  She needed to understand that she was made for men, to serve men, and to be enjoyed by men.  

Contrary to his rough handling of her, Arnold's voice was firm but gentle as he guided her through the process, "Relax, Miss Misty.  This is what you were made for.  This is what's natural.  You can't fight your true nature..."