"What are you up to?" the superior asked in a low but intent voice. "We want attentive students here and this is not your normal kind of girlschool. Didn't your master explain that, Cindy?"
"She just told me how great the Dom speaking looked, that's all" Marina intervened.
"Is this a fashion academy? Whatever you had in mind it could have waited" - it came out with a low snarl - "we'll put a note later. Ah, come here, Miss" - he turned to Cindy, "We will use you as an example I think. Stretch out your hands, slave"
Her face going red, she fumbled, then stretched her arms straight out in front. The Dom applied handcuffs on a lead-chain and tugged gently.
"Come with me, slut."