There is a lot of tedious preface to this story so please allow me to summarize the main character rather than write paragraph after paragraph explaining his complexity. Also there is alot of dialogue instead of story telling which is the type of stories I like to read. If you need a story spoonfed to you then I suggest you look elsewhere.

Malcolm Bradbury is a scholarship senior at a highly prestigious school prep college. He comes from the foster care system. He is highly intelligent and has a hyper focused brain. When he came to the academy he was bullied his first year and over the summer started weight training and MMA fighting. He is a loner and the only person in his life he enjoys being in business with is the head mistress of his college. He became the class president just to enjoy a requisite weekly meeting with her.

Malcolm knocked and entered the office. He saw a man with a hold on the head mistress’s arm whispering heatedly in her ear. He casually strode to the desk and addressed the man.

“I would unhand the lady, she is not unprotected.”

The man answered, “you won’t be protecting anyone here anymore as I was just explaining to the head mistress.”

“This is Mr Connelly, Malcolm.” said the head mistress.

Malcolm smiled devilishly. “Ah, the father.” He was sizing the man up. A hot head for sure and he was still grabbing the head mistress.

“Yes the father! You don’t touch a Connelly.”

“Your son likes to torture freshman, you must be very proud, sir.”

The head mistress spoke, “Malcolm, we interviewed the others and nobody would admit to being bullied yesterday.”

“Of course not, head mistress, they are all scared of the oaf.” He turned to Connelly, “and this is your last warning to unhand the lady, sir.”

Mr Connelly and Malcolm stared each other down. Connelly knew his power was in his influence but he didn’t like being told what to do.

Malcolm watched him release the head mistress while spewing a bunch of nonsense accusations and threats. He knew this was a man that was all talk, a silly little insignificant man.

Malcolm began walking about the room casually and addressed him. “Thank you, sir. Let me tell you a little about myself. I can go to any college of my choosing and I assume there I will be recruited by the CIA or some such organization due to my unique abilities. You see I am extremely good at finding people’s secrets. It’s a gift really. Just ask Mr Pratt.

Malcolm enjoyed watching his face go from anger to frightened, he also wished he hadn’t noticed the head mistress go a little pale, now his curiosity was peaked. “Yes sir, he was the last big essential person to threaten me, although he was man enough to do it directly and not grab and threaten a lady. Let me also add that along with this ability I do not feel. Not sorrow, fear, compassion, nor pity. So when I see a threat in front of me all I see is a tiny little ant on my shoe that needs to be squashed. Now my suggestion would be to apologize to the lady, tell your son to stop tormenting the meek and be on your way.”

The staredown contest recommenced and it was Connelly who blinked first. Storming out the door blustering nonsense and veiled threats.

Malcolm sat down and waited for the head mistress to regain her bearings. She processed everything she heard and saw and eventually sat down.

“You were responsible for Pratt? she asked.

“In my opinion Pratt was responsible for Pratt but I did expose him. I tried to warn him like I did your friend Connelly.”

“He isn’t my friend. What did Pratt do to you?”

“Does it matter? He was an entitled bully. I gave him a chance. He chose not to take it, they seldom do.”

“Are the other things you said true?”

“Yes, head mistress.”

“If you ever need to talk you can trust me.”

The head mistress didn’t ask the question she really wanted to ask. Malcolm could sense it.

“Go ahead and ask, head mistress. I can see it in your eyes.”

“You talked of secrets…”

Malcolm wanted to set her mind at ease but he kinda liked how worried she looked so decided on “they are safe with me, head mistress.” He smiled, stood and walked out the door.

By the day of their next meeting Malcolm wondered he had figured out the secret she was so worried about. He did a backround check which didn’t turn up much so then hacked into her computer and found alot of searches on BDSM. He really didn’t see the big deal, if she only knew the things he found out about people.

He was sitting in class, bored out of his mind, when an alert chimed on his phone. Someone was in his room. He pulled up the hidden camera image and there was the head mistress looking through his things. He shook his head and sighed.

Malcolm entered the head mistress’s office nonchalantly, and after they exchanged greetings he sat and waited for her to initiate the conversation.

“Last week we were discussing secrets.”

Malcolm rolled his eyes. “Really head mistress? I told you your secrets are safe.”

“I know that and I appreciate it but I can’t help being curious to what exactly you know.”

“Well you could break into my room and try to figure it out.”

The head mistress eyes shot to his, now she looked really frightened, he wondered.

“Malcolm, I am so sorry! The uncertainty was eating away at me.”

“That may be but I can’t let that go unpunished. And think twice before you start threatening me.”

The head mistress was considering her options. She wasn’t sure what he knew and it was stupid to rifle through his things.

“I am sorry and what do you mean by ‘punishment’?”

“I’m glad you asked, head mistress.”

Malcolm pulled out a red very expensive scarf and told her he wanted her to wear it every day until their next meeting.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“Almost, if you think about me then I want you to touch it.”

“Malcolm! That is inappropriate!”

“Head mistress, first of all I am legally an adult and secondly I do not mean it in a sexual way. I don’t feel those things. I simply mean if I pop into your head then touch the scarf. Its very simple and innocent. And finally I am not asking so ‘no’ really isn’t an option for you.”

The head mistress contemplated the situation and her options which she admitted to herself was only one.

“Very well, Mr Bradbury.”

Malcolm liked the formal way she agreed and stood to take his leave but before he departed he addressed her.

“You know it is considered polite to offer tea and coffee to guests.”

He turned and left a very flustered head mistress behind.

During the week Malcolm would see the head mistress throughout the campus and she at all times had the scarf on as instructed. He admired her form, she was tall, athletic and strong looking. She had a swimmer’s physique and at all times wore very tight clothing. She had large breasts and a rotund derriere which he never considered sexually but rather aesthetically. At first she would tap the scarf now and again and later in the week she was kind of caressing it. He had no idea if it meant anything but found it interesting.

When entering her office he found her at the table instead of her desk with a tea service set out.

“Well this is lovely!” He exclaimed.

The head mistress laughed, “you did order it.”

“I did no such thing.”

“That’s true. But you were right. Would you care for tea or coffee?”

“Tea, please.”

The head mistress prepared his tea and hers and they enjoyed a quiet moment eyeing one another. The scarf was in front of him on the table. It was Malcolm who broke the silence.

“How did you find your task?”

The head mistress considered her words carefully.

“Uneasy, at first, but it became much more comfortable as the week went on. I received many compliments on it.”

“Yes, forgive me, but you do dress in rather boring colors. I thought it might do you a little good.”

“Yes and I was surprised to be told of the quality of the scarf. I know nothing of fashion and had no idea. How can you afford such an item?”

“I have my ways. Would you like to keep it?”

“Oh no I couldn’t!”

“In my mind it is already yours so if you refuse it will waste away unused. You are no longer required to touch it if that is your concern?”

“No, I didn’t mind touching it. I was only concerned of the cost and the inappropriateness of accepting.”

“I understand. It will be waiting for you should you ever change your mind.”

‘Malcolm, would you please tell me what you know about me?”

“I can hardly refuse such a politely worded inquiry. Perhaps you would like me to tie you up while I tell you?”

The head mistress launched from her chair.

“I knew it! I only went there once and I used a fake name and wore a wig. How could you possibly know? If the board finds out I’ll be ruined!”

“Head mistress please calm yourself! Nobody knows anything and if anyone threatened you I would take care of it. You have nothing to worry about.”

The head mistress paced the room and eventually calmed and sat back down. Malcolm could see the turmoil of her thoughts. He handed her her tea cup.

“Head mistress be calm and have some tea. Remember I am no bully. I would not use anything against you unless provoked. And if you will trust me and allow me access to your computer I will make sure even the FBI would not be able to find it.”

The head mistress considered his offer. He did scare the hell out of her but, for whatever reason, she did trust him. He protects the weaker students and cows down to no one. He was impressive in alot of ways.

“Okay.”

“I will need to take it with me. You can have it back in two days.”

She nodded her agreement and asked, “may I have the scarf back?”

Malcolm smiled and handed it to her.

Two days later Malcolm knocked and entered the head mistress’s office and once again found her at the table with refreshments laid out.

He placed the computer on her desk and sat opposite her and accepted the tea she had waiting and politely thanked her.

“Why do I feel like more questions are coming?” He asked.

“You are unnervingly perceptive. I would like to know more about you, if you will let me?”

“I am an open book.”

“You said you don’t feel a number of things does that include pleasure?”

“I would say I can feel satisfaction but pleasure would be a stretch.”

“And you don’t feel sexual urges?”

“That’s correct.”

“Do you get aroused?”

“Sometimes, in the mornings or occasionally out of the blue but if there is a reason why I don’t know what it is.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“I don’t get uncomfortable.”

The head mistress laughed.

“Yes you are very intimidating.

Does seeing me wearing the scarf make you feel anything?”

“Satisfaction I suppose. When I first saw it I envisioned it around yoyr neck. Your indiscretion gave me an opportunity to make that happen.”

“Did you know I would like wearing it?”

“I had a hunch. I have something else for you.”

“What would that be?”

“You would have to agree to wear it before knowing what it is.”

“I don’t think I could do that.”

“Okay, then.”

“Do you think I would agree to wear it if I knew what is was?”

“I would imagine not.”

“Why would I agree to wear it then?” She said laughing.

“It comes down to trust and intrigue. You wouldn’t have agreed to the scarf if it wasn’t forced on you but then you found it comforting. I think you would feel the same about this but I will not force it upon you. I imagine you will think on it and if you are intrigued enough and you decide you trust me enough then you will at least consider it.”

“You could force it upon me if you choose to. You have all the leverage.”

“Where is the satisfaction in that? I told you I am no bully There may even be a part of you that would like me to be but I’ll have no part in it.”

“So you want a leap of faith?”

“That’s a good way of putting it.”

“And you think I will like it?”

Malcolm laughed, “eventually, yes.”

“I will think about it.”

During the next few days every time Malcolm saw the head mistress she had his scarf on and was stroking it. He suspected she would agree to his other thing but either way he was enjoying their new intimacy. She was really the only person he spoke personally to.

He walked into her office with a bag in his hand, she already had his tea poured, ready and waiting.

“Is that the mysterious next garment?” She asked.

“It is indeed. I brought it just in case. I’ll put it on the floor so it doesn’t become a distraction for you.”

“I wondered of little else this week.”

“Any conclusions?”

“Yes, I am a coward!” She laughed.

“Don’t worry over it. You’ll decide one way or the other eventually and either way the world will keep spinning.”

They spoke of the school issues they had been neglecting lately and other clandestine topics. Malcolm thanked her for the tea and was almost out the door when she stopped him.

“Malcolm!”

Malcolm turned waiting patiently and stoically.

“Give it to me.”

“Are you certain, head mistress?”

“No!” she said nervously. “But give it to me anyway.”

Malcolm could see her shaking whether from nervousness or excitement he couldn’t tell. He handed her the bag and she pulled it out.

“Spanx! You got me Spanx!”

Malcolm chuckled. “They are much more than that. They are a very high tech undergarment. There are a number of settings that will be controlled from an app.”

“What settings?”

“Basically pleasure or pain.”

The head mistress needed to sit down. She dropped the garment and fell into her chair. Malcolm gave her time to regain her composure.

“When you are ready I’ll explain how it works.”

“Just tell me who controls the app?”

“That would be me.”

The head mistress jumped up and began pacing back and forth.

Malcolm continued, “it is very advanced. It is virtually silent and remarkably effective.”

“And you want to control it?”

“Of course.”

“How near would you need to be?”

“Not near at all, I can do it from anywhere with my phone. I will also need to see it on, I will need to see how the sensor’s line up.”

“Forget it! I didn’t sign up for this.”

Malcolm wasn’t surprised by her reaction. He would give her some time to adjust. He walked out of the office.

“Malcolm!” The head mistress called after him.

Malcolm avoided the head mistress in the following days. Anytime he noticed her he went in the opposite direction. He still wasn’t sure if he was going to force the issue. He thought that perhaps that is what she wanted but he wanted the opposite, he wanted her submission.

The following week he entered her office the same as always. She had his tea waiting but he declined. He was all school business and formal tonight. He was disappointed in her and wanted her to know it. He was polite but there was an obvious wall between them.

The head mistress sighed, “You aren’t gonna relent are you?”

“Is there anything else you need, head mistress?”

Malcolm headed for the door when he heard “Mr Bradbury!”, he turned and watched as the head mistress slowly and shakingly lifted her skirt to show she was wearing his undergarment.

Malcolm locked the door and grabbed a pen and notepad and knelt before her writing out measurements.

“Turn.” He told her.

She turned and he wrote out some more. He cleared some room on the table.

“Now spread your legs and rest your arms on the table.”

“What!” She exclaimed.

“We are almost done, head mistress, I need the last numbers.” He said matter of fact.

The head mistress leaned over the table in the most unladylike and vulnerable position she had ever been in.

She gasped as Malcolm moved her butt cheeks aside with his pen. When he was finished he stood and told her she could stand and relax. He took out his phone and loaded the app.

“I am gonna test the sensors. Nod when you feel them. They will be the lowest setting so you need not worry. Are you ready?”

The head mistress nodded her head.

Malcolm began with the pleasure settings.

She could feel them starting on her thighs and moving upward. There were certain spots that made her body lock up for a second, like a small spasm. When she felt it on her asshole she jumped. She saw Malcolm smirk. The sensations continued all around her crotch. They weren’t strong but they did feel good. She could feel herself getting wet. When she felt the sensor on her clit spark, a moan escaped her mouth.

“This is just a test, head mistress.”

“Could you turn that last one up just a little?” She asked.

Her knees buckled as he did as she asked. Right before she climaxed the sensations ended. She opened her eyes panting and asked, “what happened?”

“You made me wait a week head mistress, after giving your consent.”

Realization kicked in for the head mistress. He wasn’t going to let her cum. After she calmed she said to him.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“We will test the pain settings now.”

It started just like the others only jolts of pain. She was having trouble standing still. There were a couple of spots in particular on her thighs that really made her cringe. She knew he was watching intently. He was going to know exactly where she felt the most pleasure and the most pain.

The sensations ended and he put his phone away.

“Now, you will need to wash it by hand at night, I will show you how before I leave and you will wear it everyday. You will text me how you are feeling, for example stressed, anxious, upset, bored or horny etc. It is for one week and we will decide anything further next week. Is that understood?” He gave her a very stern look.

“Yes, Mr Bradbury.”

Malcolm showed her how to clean it and handed her a burner phone, with his number in it, to use and left.

Unbeknownst to the head mistress the phone Malcolm gave her was also very high tech. It has location detection, multiple hidden camera lenses and is also attached electronically to the undergarment. When the phone sends and receives texts Malcolm has the ability to connect it to any sensors he chooses.

The next morning the head mistress was sitting at her desk when the phone vibrated as well as a pleasure sensor on her thigh.

‘Good morning head mistress’

‘Good morning Malcolm’ she replied and a light pain sensor went off making her tense. She wondered if it was a coincidence.

‘Excuse me, Malcolm, but is this phone connected to the garment?’ She pushed send and braced herself and sure enough another pain sensor went off.

Her phone buzzed along with another pleasure sensor and she read ‘yes indeed! Today they are set at random pleasure when you receive a text and random pain when you send. Don’t you love technology?’

She was contemplating this when the phone buzzed again,this time the one on her clitoris. She read ‘just an fyi for today and today only the settings will remain on low and they will not always be set to random.’

She didn’t even have time to relax when another text and pleasure came in ‘I also should have mentioned that I expect you to keep your hands or anything else for that matter away from the outside or inside of them except to use the bathroom. Is that understood?’

‘Are you saying the only pleasure or pain I can receive is from the garment itself?’ She tentatively sent and nearly jumped from the pain sensor.

Her phone buzzed again and again it was the clit sensor. ‘Exactly!”

This was gonna be dangerous she wondered but she was also intrigued so she braced herself and replied, ‘Yes Mr Bradbury.’ and remembered she was supposed to be sending her moods and sent ‘frightened, very very frightened.’

Malcolm liked how she addressed him formally when she was agreeing to a directive and she remembered to tell him how she was feeling. He was watching her through the phone camera. She looked tense but she was definitely enjoying the pleasure texts.

Malcolm refrained from sending any texts. He watched her frequently from the phone that was sitting on her desk. She often glanced at it seeming to try and will it to buzz. Finally she could take it no more and sent him