As far as Ezra was concerned, he owned her. She had to do whatever he wanted when he wanted. This included his daily edging. It was simple. They’d have class and then she’d come to his office a little after he did. She’d be wearing her chastity device - not that she had a choice - and a buttplug that he kept large enough to be distracting and uncomfortable. Once she was there, he’d edge her two or three times before he put it back on and sent her on her way. When she entered, he locked the door and closed the blinds. “Don’t you look cute. Pull up that shirt. I wanna see my tits.”