You tell yourself it’s just a routine check. But you wear the cotton panties. Not the lace ones—the soft, faded kind. The ones that whisper modesty. The ones that slide down too easily. The ones you know will leave a crease on your thigh when he folds them down with gloved fingers. He doesn’t have to ask. He tells you to open. And you do. Because clinical inspection isn’t seduction. It’s permissionless surrender. You say it’s not arousing. But your breath betrays you. Yo

They are always visible. Even when clothed. Even when denied. Even when you pretend they are irrelevant. Nipples are the first to react, the last to forget, and the most dangerously honest part of your body. You can hold back your words. You can modulate your tone. You can slow your breath. But your nipples?They betray you. Every time. And that is precisely why they must be trained.