Freshman Year

If only I knew where it was headed!!! lol.

Well, actually, I know that Kristen will be taken home to meet Mom. There's a whole chapter there, fairly formed out in my mind. The question is, how many chapters to get her there? Every time I think I can start accelerating the pace, Kristen and Bill have other ideas. lol. The doggone story is nearly 12,000 words already. Sheesh! Brevity is NOT my strength! ;-p

I'm glad folks are enjoying it, though.

mikecb

 

You're welcome. The next part is in process. I just get very busy during the week! lol :blink:

 

Thanks for the kind words. The next part is about 3/4 written. I just had a very busy weekend :huh: Hopefully I'll get it wrapped up in a day or so.

mikecb

 

rotfl. Well, welcome to the mansion! Now that you're registered, you might as well go to the Foyer and introduce yourself! Heck, if I can write 14,000 words, you can write a few dozen, right?!?

.. and yes, the next part is nearly done. It's just been a very busy week! B)

 

At long last....

Part 6

Kristen had said to meet her at the gym at 7:30. I sure as hell didn’t want to be late, since she seemed more than happy to zap me with the “Punishment” feature of my chastity belt. I showered, quickly, got dressed and headed toward the gym. Tom pulled on some clothes, and walked along with me. The gym was on the way to the dining hall, and he claimed that he couldn’t resist seeing what she did to me next. Honestly, I think he was a little worried, and was coming along to make sure Kristen wasn’t getting a little out of control. I was starting to believe that Tom had a gentler side that he didn’t let most people see.

“You sure you’re OK with all of this?” Tom asked. “Well,” I said, “I’m not excited about getting zapped like that, but I guess I knew what I signed up for. She SAID she was a sadist, but I’m going to try to mend her ways!” Tom snorted, and shook his head, but for once in his life, he was silent for a few minutes as we walked together.

We stood outside the women’s locker room at the gym. Tom, of course, looked every girl passing by up and down, quite shamelessly. A few smiled at him, and a few gave him dirty looks. I had to grab his arm and drag him away from the door when he tried to peek in as it was closing behind someone. “You’re incorrigible!” I said. He just smiled. At 7:35, Kristen popped out of the locker room. She was a vision. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower. She had put on just a touch of lip gloss. I doubted she had on any other makeup. She didn’t need it. Her running shoes dangled from her backpack, and she carried another large pink bag with her gym clothes and toiletries in it. She found Tom and I right outside the door and smiled broadly. “There’s my boys!” she exclaimed! Tom looked shocked. “Hey now! You’re not getting ME into some bizarre three-some with another guy! .. and ESPECIALLY not when you’ve got that cattle-prod button!” Kristen and I both giggled. Kristen said “Tom, you REALLY need to stop being so homophobic! “ She turned to me and said “The Lady doth protest too much. Methinks!” I grinned, recognizing her allusion to Shakespeare. Tom didn’t get it. “You’re not getting me to dress like a girl, either. I ain’t no lady!” he retorted. Kristen and I burst out laughing as we all walked together toward the dining hall.

Kristen held out her pink gym bag, obviously expecting me to carry it. I took it without protest, and carried it at my side. I was feeling pretty awkward carrying this big shiny pink bag, until Kristen reached out and took my open hand. Her touch brought a warmth to me that tuned out any self-consciousness I might have had. Kristen and I kept grinning at each other, and not talking. I think Tom started to get uncomfortable. “.. and I’m not a homophobe!” he said, out of the blue. We looked at him. “My best friend…. When I was in high school. He came out of the closet. I was the first one he told. I…. I couldn’t handle it at first… I’ve always been ashamed of that… I wouldn’t talk to him. Jimmy… “ Tom looked off into the distance for a moment, then continued. “He was fearless. When he came out, he came OUT. He told EVERYBODY he was gay. A bunch of guys started ribbing me… figuring that Jimmy and I… well, you know…. “ Kristen and I were both riveted by Tom’s sudden seriousness. We listened without interrupting him. “I didn’t do nuthin’ about it. I let ‘em rib me. ‘till one day, the next week. I was coming out of school at the end of the day and these two guys were beatin’ on Jimmy - Bad. Well, I don’t even remember what happened. The next thing I know, Jimmy and I are walkin’ away, and those two dumb-asses were on the ground lookin’ for their teeth.” Tom held up his right hand sticking out his pinky. It was crooked. “I busted this on one of their faces. I shoulda gotten it fixed, but …. I just figured it served me right. I should have been there for him all along. He was my best friend… Still is.... Anyways, we always bust on each other. He calls me his fag hag. I call him worse!” Tom grinned, thinking about his friend.

We were both shocked by this revelation. Kristen stopped in her tracks, reached out and gave Tom a hug. “You’re not nearly as shallow as you act, Thomas Ingalls,” she said. Tom gasped. “Hey! Well, don’t go letting on! I have my reputation to live down to!” he said, reaching down and squeezing her ass. He winked at me over her shoulder. “Thomas!” she shrieked, and pushed him away, with mock anger. We went into the dining hall, laughing together.

We had our ID cards swiped and entered the dining area. Rather than going for food, Kristen pointed and said “I’ll be over there. Bring me a bran muffin, banana, and a strawberry yogurt. Oh, and a cup of decaf. You’re having something healthy too.” She looked at me, meaningfully. “Yes, Goddess” I mumbled quietly. Her eyes widened, “What was that you said? I couldn’t hear you!” Tom rolled his eyes. “Yes, Goddess” I said, at normal volume. I’m sure my face glowed red as I noticed a girl nearby snicker and cover her mouth.

Kristen went over to a table by the window. Tom and I got into the line. He started heaping scrambled eggs and bacon onto his tray. My mouth was watering, but I remembered Kristen’s orders. I grabbed Kristen’s food, a fruit cup, and started making myself a bowl of raisin bran. Tom looked at my tray snickering “Dude! You got a pet rabbit or something?!?” I chuckled, and was working on some kind of come-back when I felt a sharp, momentary buzz in my groin. I winced, and doubled over a little, spilling milk all over my tray. The pain wasn’t intense, but the belt sure wasn’t on its “pleasure” setting! Tom looked at me, curiously. A moment later, it pulsed again. I gasped a little, but managed not to spill anything. Tom was still staring. “It’s my belt,” I whispered, “Kristen’s doing something.” Tom shook his head, rolling his eyes. He was filling up his third glass of coke, and putting it on his tray. My belt pulsed again. Ouch! It felt sharper that time. It seemed to be doing this about every 5 seconds. I didn’t know what Kristen was doing, but I figured I’d better get back to the table quickly. I put my bowl of raisin bran on the tray and started walking toward the – zap – Ow! – table. I started walking faster…. I got right next to the table, and saw Kristen grinning evilly with the remote in her hand. The belt zapped me one more time, harder this time. “Oof” I grunted, as I slammed the tray down on the table and leaned next to her with my palms on the table. I was trying to support myself in case it zapped me again.

“Why are you zapping me?” I implored. “Excuse me, did you say something? I didn’t hear a proper form of address.” I groaned. “Goddess?”asking nicer this time, “Why are you Zaaaaahhhhh!” The belt zapped me again. “Zapping me!” I blurted. Some kids at the next table stared as Kristen burst into laughter. I’m sure they didn’t know what was going on, but I sure was making a scene. Tom was just approaching the table and set his tray opposite Kristen. Kristen pressed a button on the remote. Both Tom and I winced, wondering what would happen. Nothing did. The zapping seemed to stop. “Oh, I was just trying the ‘Call’ function…. I wanted to remind you to put a dash of milk in my coffee. No sugar.” I opened my mouth to say something not very nice, but noticed Kristen’s eyes grow wide as she sensed my anger. I held my tongue, and drew a deep breath. “Yes, Goddess, I’ll go take care of it.” I picked up the coffee to go put some cream in it, and headed toward the drink area. As I was leaving, Tom said “Oh, that was almost BAD!” I heard Kristen say “Uh huh!”

I calmed down a little as I went for the coffee supplies. I put a dash of cream in the coffee, and put a little more in a small cup, in case it wasn’t enough. As I brought it back to the table, I overheard Kristen explaining the remote to Tom. “.. ya, and the Call function pulses ever 5 seconds, with increasing intensity. I’m sure that really get’s ‘em moving after a few zaps!” Tom looked at me with horror. “Dude…” was all he could say. Kristen giggled. “This thing has a bunch of functions! I spent 20 minutes reading the manual on the web, and didn’t finish half of it!” She sounded giddy with excitement about it. Oh god. I sat down beside her.

Kristen surveyed my breakfast. “That’s good,” she began, “Much better than that crap Thomas is eating. He’s going to gain the “Freshman 20” before Thanksgiving!” I looked at Tom to see him snarfing down a huge forkful of eggs. “Whaa?” he asked, with his mouth full. “I hope you brought some Fat Pants with you!” said Kristen. Tom snorted and kept shoveling food into his mouth. Kristen looked at me. “… and I expect you to eat sensibly. What do you weigh right now?” “Uhh, ‘bout 165 I think.” “Alright, we’ll set up your workout schedule…” My eyes grew wide. Workout schedule? She continued. “You’ll come to the gym with me at 6:00 every weekday. We’ll do some cardio, and weights. You’re starting to get a little soft above that belt.” She poked my stomach. She wasn’t talking about a belt on my pants! It was true. My chastity belt was a little snugger than when I got it 6 months ago. I had put on a little weight in my senior year. “No boy of mine is going to be a sloppy tub of goo like Thomas is becoming!” “Hey!” he retorted. Some eggs sprayed from his mouth when he said that. “Lean, mean sex machine!” he said, pointing to his chest with his thumb. It might have been more convincing if he hadn’t dribbled coke on his shirt a moment ago.

Kristen went on to inform me that I was now on a diet, and that she would be monitoring my intake. Oh god. I noticed how buff she was, but I didn’t realize she was a gym rat! I’m in OK shape, but it’s mostly because I have a high metabolism. I’ve never really exercised in my life! I had a hunch this was going to suck!

…

Later that night, I was rooting around my dresser trying to find workout clothes for the gym. A thought crossed my mind. “Umm, Tom?” I called across the room. “Have you ever been in the locker room at the gym?” “Ya,” he began, “I’m not taking phys ed this semester, but I had to take a wiz one day, and I was walking by. Why?” “Umm. Did you happen to notice the shower situation?” I asked. The look on Tom’s face as he realized the issue was all I needed to see. “Shit, dude. Gang showers.”

I knocked on Kristen’s & Tara’s door. Hopefully she hadn’t gone to bed yet. We had said our goodnight’s an hour ago. Tara opened the door, wearing some sexy pajamas… well, really it was more like a negligee. “Hi, Bill!” She said. She lowered her hands, flaunting her biggest assets in my direction. “Hi, Tara. Hey, is Kristen still up?” From across the room I heard “Come in, William, what is it?” She was lying in bed, with a book in her hands. She had been reading. I went over to her side of the room as Tara shut the door. Kristen was wearing a T-shirt, and no bra, and a pair of comfy looking shorts. Her long lean legs were tanned and gorgeous. I was aroused to see he like that. Even when she was “scruffy”, she was sexy. I heard Tara sigh, as she walked behind me over to her side of the room. She seemed a little disappointed that I wasn’t ogling HER boobs. “Umm, Goddess,” I began quietly, “The gym… uh.. we won’t have much time after working out… um… I can’t use the showers there.” I looked at her, knowingly. I was trying to keep my voice down. She replied rather loudly “Why can’t you use the shower at the gym?” I was trying to keep my voice down, since Tara was right across the room at her desk. I looked at Kristen in the eye and said quietly “You know, Goddess, it’s uh… a gang shower.” Kristen looked confused. “So?” she asked, still loudly. I pointed toward my waist, as if she didn’t understand about my chastity belt. Why was she playing dumb? “William,” she began, even louder, “Why is it you can’t use the gang shower at the gym? We won’t have time for you to come back to the dorm, and I will NOT have a sweaty stinky boy!” I heard Tara snicker. I looked over to see that she was now watching our conversation intently. Kristen looked at me again, and said “Why can’t you use the gang shower, William? If you can’t use it, I want to know why!” She turned to look at Tara. They made eye contact. Obviously, she wanted me to out my chastity belt to Tara or shut up and use the gang shower. UGH!

I drew a deep breath and considered it. Chances were, that Tara knew about the chastity belt already. Girls talk, right? On the other hand, wearing the belt at the gym would "out" me to any guy in the locker room. I’d be a laughing stock. I gulped, and decided that outing myself to one girl was better than to a locker room full of guys. I drew a breath, but my voice was shaking when I said “I can’t use the g-g-gang s-shower because everyone will see my (chastity belt).” My voice had faded for the last two words. “Your WHAT?” demanded Kristen. I closed my eyes and sat up “My chastity belt” I said, loudly. I heard Tara burst out laughing. I looked up to see her walk over and high-five Kristen. I sighed. She DID know all along. I surmised that they had discussed this, and set me up to be humiliated by “outing” myself to Tara.

“So, umm, Goddess, what are we going to do?” I was embarrassed, but it was done. Now we could move on. “What do you mean?” she asked, as Tara returned to her desk. “Umm, I can’t wear the belt in the locker room.” I replied. “Well, you can’t take it off, can you?” she asked, with a grin. I looked at her. She had that evil look in her eye. Oh shit. “But..” I began. She silenced me with a wave of her hand. Her look was stern. “William, you are my submissive and you wear a chastity belt. Are you ashamed of that?” My face reddened. I glanced, and Tara was once again ignoring her homework, and watching us intently. “N.. No, Goddess.” “Very well, then. Goodnight… and apologize to Tara for disturbing us as we got ready for bed.” I was defeated. As I moved to stand, Kristen took my hand and pulled me toward her. She kissed me deeply. My cock swelled in its tube, and a warm glow filled my body. She let go of me, gently running her hand down my chest, and then pushed me away. “Good night, William,” she said. “Good night, Goddess,” I replied. I noticed her nipples had gotten hard, protruding under her shirt. I nearly fell over stepping away from her bed. I turned to Tara to apologize. She had turned off her desk lamp and was standing by her bed. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you, Tara.” “It’s OK, “she began. Then with one smooth motion, she pulled the negligee she was wearing over her shoulders. She stood nude beside her bed. I’m sure I gasped, as I couldn’t help but look her up and down. Based on the tiny strip of public hair I could plainly see, I can confirm that she is a natural blonde. Her boobs were enormous, and very well proportioned. “No bother at all,” she continued, “I was just hopping in bed. I always sleep in the nude. Goodnight now!” she said, as she climbed under her covers. Kristen was looking at her with an amused expression. “Now we’re even,” said Tara, “You flashed my boyfriend, now I’ve flashed yours!” Kristen nodded, “Touché. Though you can rest assured that Bill won’t be wanking off over it like Tom probably did!” Both girls burst into giggles as I let myself out of the room. “Study hard!” shouted Tara, from behind the door. I heard them burst into more giggles as I walked down the hall..

That night I lay in bed tossing and turning. I was enormously turned on. Kristen’s last kiss had my heart racing. The image of her hard nipples under that tight T-shirt, and her long legs wouldn’t leave my mind. Tara flashing me was no help either. I’d never seen a girl naked until Kristen, just a few days ago. That, alone, was driving me wild. Tara flashing me just added to the constant flow of hormones coursing through my young body. On top of that, Kristen had every intention that I would have to shower in the locker room at the gym in the morning. I was terrified about letting my secret out any more than it already was. I lay in bed trying to remind myself that Kristen was right. I do not WANT to be embarrassed about being submissive. I’m proud of it. I don’t WANT to be embarrassed about wearing a chastity belt. It’s the biggest turn-on in my life. Still, having other people – especially guys – find out… It’s really hard for a guy to shed his macho image. I wasn’t “there” yet. I lay in bed all night with these thoughts racing through my mind… and the image of Kristen… again and again.

I turned off my alarm before it had an opportunity to go off at 5:45. I was lying in bed staring at it as the time drew near. Tom was snoring loudly on his side of the room, sprawled out in his bed. It was still warm out, being early Fall. He was lying on top of the covers in his boxers. I looked away when I saw the tent in his underwear. At least SOMEONE could get hard! I chuckled to myself. I pulled on my workout clothes, and ran down the hall to pee and brush my teeth. When I came back, I propped my door open slightly so Kristen wouldn’t knock and disturb Tom. A few moments later, she stepped in the room as I was putting my books into my bag. She glanced over at the Tom, obviously noticing he had a boner in his sleep. Oops. She grinned, rolled her eyes, and whispered “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about YOU looking that silly!” She took my hand, drew me close and kissed me. Our mouths were both fresh and minty. I guess she had just brushed as well. My body began to react, again, and I felt my knees shaking. “Let’s go burn of that energy,” she whispered, smiling. She tapped the end of my nose with her index finger, grinned, and we left the room for the gym.

Kristen was unbelievable in the gym. We “ran” 30 minutes on the treadmills… which is to say, she ran at a blistering pace, and I jogged until I had to walk. By the end, I was drenched in sweat, and she just had a mild glow. I looked at our treadmill’s displays. I had covered less than half the distance she had! She then led me over to the free weights. She said “OK, this time, you just use the weights I’m using, until your body gets used to it. Then we can bump yours up, since you’re probably stronger.” That plan lasted about 3 minutes. She did a set of bicep curls, and handed me the dumbbells. I managed 3 reps before my eyes almost popped out. “Oh, William,” she sighed. She picked up some lighter weights for me. We did weights for about 45 minutes. I saw her strain lifting the weights, but moments later, she looked totally recovered. I, on the other hand, was drenched with sweat and could barely move by the end. She lifted more than me on almost every exercise. Holy crap! She was right. I had gone soft!

I was dripping with sweat and exhausted as we left the fitness center and headed down toward the locker rooms. My heart was racing as much from exhaustion as from fear. I had no idea how many guys would be in the locker room. Just as I was thinking to myself “Maybe no one will be in there”, someone stepped out, and I overheard several people talking inside. My stomach began getting queasy, and my knees began to wobble. I didn’t think I could do it. I was struggling to find a way to tell Kristen I just couldn’t do this! She was walking, and I was falling behind.

Kristen sensed my fear. She pulled me aside, just outside the locker room door. “William,” she said, looking in my eye. She paused until I looked back, giving her my full attention. “I am ordering you to go into that locker room, strip, take a shower, and get dressed. You will carry on as if EVERYONE in that room is wearing a chastity belt. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You will make me proud when I see you step out of there all clean and smelling nice.” Somehow, her ordering me to do this gave me a little more resolve. I drew a deep breath. She continued “Some people will notice your chastity belt. You will ignore them. If anyone says anything, you will respond in a factual way. You will not make up any stories. You are locked in a chastity belt, and only your girlfriend can get you out. Is that clear?” She squeezed my hand for emphasis. “Yes, Goddess,” I replied. She kissed me, gently. “I’ll see you in about 20 minutes. I’ll meet you here. With that, she turned, and went into the Women’s locker room. I stood, paralyzed for a few moments. Finally, I remembered the tone of her orders. I did not want to disappoint her. I wanted to make her proud. I drew a breath, opened the door, and stepped into the locker room.

There were several rows of lockers and benches. I chose an empty locker in a corner. There was one older guy in my row. He may have been a professor. I don’t know. His back was to me on the other side of the bench. I quickly put my things in the locker, setting a towel aside. I stripped to my shorts, and then wrapped my towel around my waist. I pulled my shorts out from under the towel, and headed for the shower. I got half way there before I remembered that I had forgotten my soap and stuff. I went back and got my soap and shampoo. There were two gang shower stalls. The first had three guys in it, chatting and laughing as they washed. I couldn’t bring myself to go in there. The second had two guys. They weren’t talking. The shower room was rectangular and had shower heads along three sides. The fourth side was the entrance. The guys were on the left and right side, facing their respective walls as they showered. Outside the shower room was a towel bar, and ledge. I saw their towels hanging outside the shower on the bar. I briefly considered waiting until a stall was empty, but realized that would be futile. I looked behind me to assure no one was looking, and peeled off my towel and strode briskly into the shower with my shampoo and soap.

My heart was pounding and my ears were burning. I’m sure I was blushing and totally red faced. I walked to the back wall, and turned on a shower. I hadn’t realized at first, but these guys were BIG. Other than their size, I really didn’t get a good look at them. I wondered if they were football players or something. I quickly started to wet my hair, facing the wall. I sensed the guy to my right look over and pause. I’m sure he was staring at my chastity belt. By the sound of the water flowing on his side, I could tell he had stopped moving. Finally, I sensed he was washing again. I began to lather my hair. A moment later, I sensed the same thing happening on the other side of me. Apparently, it took a moment for people to figure out what they were seeing. Again, after a moment, he just continued on with his business. I suddenly realized I hadn’t breathed in a while. I gulped some air and continued my shower. I was done with my hair and washing my arms and legs when both of the other guys left the shower stall. I sensed them look at each other as they stepped out, but neither spoke. As they went out of sight, I heard some whispering. They must have been comparing notes once they got clear of the shower.

I finished washing as quickly as I could, rinsed, and gathered up my soap and shampoo. I turned to walk out of the shower, just as another guy stepped into the doorway. It was a fat old guy. I don’t know if he was a professor or what. His belly was so big it practically hung over, covering his cock and balls. He stopped dead in his tracks, basically blocking the exit as he stared first at my chastity belt, and then his gaze drifted up to my face. It felt like he stared at me for an hour, though it was probably 2 seconds. Finally, a grin crossed his face and he just chuckled, shaking his head. He walked to a shower head on one of the side walls, clearing the exit. I got out as fast as I could, and got my towel around my waist.

I got back into my row of lockers, which was vacant for the moment. I managed to slip into my boxers without drawing attention. I grabbed my shaving stuff, and went over to the sinks and shaved. I wiped off, and finished getting dressed. I was finally beginning to feel calmer. I gathered up my things, and stepped out the door of the locker room. I froze, momentarily, as I saw the two big guys who had been in my shower stall. They were outside the locker room chatting, and laughing. I looked over to see Kristen was waiting outside the women’s locker room. Her face was red as she glared at the two guys. Before I was even out the door, she was striding over to them. I’m guessing they were football players. They towered over her by 8 inches at least, and were twice as broad across the chest, but Kristen walked right up and got in their faces. “EXCUSE ME,” she growled, venomously, “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about. Though it’s NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, he wears that belt for me! If you have something insulting to say, how about you sprout a pair and say it to his face, or even to MINE!” She glared at them, menacingly. She was in full Domme mode. It was glorious. The guys both looked away, and sorta shuffled their feet. One of them mumbled something. “WHAT WAS THAT?” Kristen demanded. “I’m SORRY, we didn’t mean anything,” said one of them, more loudly. Kristen nodded and glared at the other one. “And YOU?” “Ya, sorry,” he said. They looked at each other, turned and walked briskly away. She was practically half of their sizes, and she had just TOTALLY intimidated them. She turned to me, her face still a mask of anger. I saw her expression soften, and she smiled. “Ready to go to breakfast, William?” She held out her hand.

I was in love.

End part 6.

 

Aww. Thanks. . Next chapters are in my head. Just need to get them out the ends of my fingers.

Mikecb

 

I'm glad you're enjoying it. I made some good progress on the next installment last night. Let's just say "steamy". ;-p

mikecb

 

Part 7

Kristen and I had been dating for two weeks, since she “claimed” me at the TNG munch on the first weekend of classes. For most of that time, she had been making me go to the gym with her every morning, enduring first the humiliation of her kicking my ass at cardio and weight lifting, and then the added humiliation of having to use the gang showers in the locker room while locked in my chastity belt. The first few days weren’t too bad. On two of the days, no one saw me at all. Other days, it was just one or two. This morning, however, it felt like half the guys on campus must have decided to work out. The locker room was packed, and the showers were as well. I’d bet at least a 20 guys saw me in my chastity belt. There was just nowhere to hide. No one said anything, but I sure did hear a lot of whispering going on. I recognized some of the guys, and they seemed used to the belt. At least not EVERYONE was rubber-necking. Still, a lot of guys were in there this morning! I’m sure I was blushing furiously, but there was nothing I could do. Of course, as every morning, I stepped out of the locker room to find Kristen, freshly showered and gorgeous. In just seconds, my embarrassment and self-doubt melted away as she smiled at me and took my hand.

We had not really made out, seriously, since the first time we made love… (Well, as much as we could make love with me in a chastity belt.) I wondered whether we would have a make-out session on our first full weekend together. Instead, Kristen was actually rather distant. She ordered me to do lots of homework, and of course work out with her, but she claimed to have a lot of homework and papers to do. In fact, on Saturday night she told me to go out with Tom, if I wanted to, because she was staying in to work on “something”. She wouldn’t say what. We held hands, and had a few steamy kisses, but mostly kept things tame. On Sunday, she had me take her to a movie on campus. Again, it was pretty tame. I was actually beginning to feel a little awkward that she had seemingly turned our sex life right off! She had even backed off on using the electro-zapping features of my chastity belt. I didn’t know what to make of it all, but also didn’t know how to ask her about it.

We were holding hands, walking to the Dining hall on Friday night when she told me of our weekend plans. “William, after dinner I expect you to get a good head start on your homework. Saturday you’ll be all mine. We’re going shopping, and then we’re going to have date night in my room. Sara and Tom are going out, and we’ll have it all to ourselves. She stopped, and turned to me. She grabbed me behind the neck, and pressed my lips to hers. I was immediately aroused like I hadn’t been in almost two weeks. “Yes, Goddess,” I said, smiling. She held my face close to hers, and stroked my cheek. Suddenly, all of the intimacy that had been lacking for the last week was back. “I’ve been trying to keep my hands off you, William. I know it must be…. Hard!” she smirked. “I’m trying to be kind, until I meet your Mother, but I have needs!”

Wow! That explained a lot! I had been SO horny after our first lovemaking that I had to ice my blue balls! Until Kristen met my Mother, she would not get my chastity belt keys, and I would remain in the belt, unable to get any kind of release. Apparently, Kristen had been backing off a little to give my poor hormones a rest. “Thank you, Goddess,” I began, “I probably would have gone out of my mind if you hadn’t, huh?” She nodded.

After dinner, true to her word, Kristen dropped me at my door and said goodnight. “Get LOTS of homework done. You won’t have any time to work on it tomorrow!” I retired to my room and dug into the books. I had some calculus to do, and I had to come up with something for my Freshman Writing Seminar. The assignment was to write a one page proposal for the large paper due at the end of the semester. I was stumped on a topic. I got through the calc, and stared at my writing homework for a while. Finally, I gave up and did some of my computer homework. That went really fast. The lab wasn’t due until Tuesday, and I finished it that night, well ahead of schedule. By midnight, I was getting ready for bed with only my writing homework to do. I figured I could knock something out Sunday, as soon as I could come up with a topic.

I went down the hall to the bathroom with my little bucket of toiletries. I was brushing my teeth when I heard someone come in behind me. I glanced in the mirror to see Kristen! She was wearing a big pink bathrobe, and carrying her toiletries too. I quickly spit out my toothpaste, and turned to face her. She didn’t say a word. She grabbed me by the waistband of my shorts, and dragged me into a shower stall. The stalls have an outer changing area, and then an open shower beside it. She pulled the stall door shut, and grabbed my shorts and yanked them the floor. I stepped out of them, and she stood. Her bathrobe parted as she straightened out and I saw she was naked beneath. I began to speak, and she put her fingers to my lips and said “Get your stuff”. I peeked out the stall, and quickly stepped back to the sinks to get my pale. I was just wearing my CB, and didn’t want to be seen. I came back into the stall as Kristen was turning on the water. She had hung her bathrobe on the hook on the door. She stepped back into the shower, with water flowing over her hair and down her body. She looked up at me, as water streamed down her forehead and across her face. She held out her arms, silently calling me, and I joined her. I went to say something and she put her fingers over her lips, signaling silence.. Whatever she wanted, it wasn’t words.

Warm water streamed down upon us as she kissed me passionately. Steam filled the stall, and it wasn’t just from the water! I ran my hands all over her body, and she did the same to me. She grasped the cheeks of my ass and pulled my groin toward hers, grinding my chastity belt against her crotch. I leaned into her, as she wrapped one leg behind mine, pulling me closer. I hugged her close, as she caught my lower lip between her teeth and nibbled gently. We kissed again. I thought I would explode. She took my hand, and pulled it between her legs. “This way,” she sighed, as she ran my hand up and down her sex. Her hand over mine, she guided me, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Her eyes pressed closed as she leaned back against the wall. I peered down to see the water flowing down her perfect breasts, her flat stomach and across our hands. Her nipples grew harder as I watched. I was nearly insane with lust, as I rubbed my fingers over her clit. I could feel no sensation other than the throbbing of my penis, held down in my chastity belt. I could only experience this building orgasm through the reactions I saw in her body. Her knees buckled and she moaned softly. I pressed her against the back of the stall to keep her from falling. Her hand moved more urgently over mine, pushing my fingers slightly inside her. She was lost now. She took hold with her other hand, moving my right hand with both of hers. She doubled over, as she ground my hand into her pussy. “Haa… haa…” she squeeled. She pressed her forehead into my shoulder and then lifted her mouth and bit me there. I yelped as, she let off with a near feral growl. Her body spasmed, and I felt her shudder as she groaned passionately and begin to collapse. I quickly wrapped an arm around her, and held her against the wall as she gasped for air, slowing our hands as she calmed her raging desire. She was spent, and I was holding all her weight up. I held her there for a moment. Finally, she lifted her head. Her eyes were glazed and dreamy. She had a beautifully doofy smile on her face as she looked at me. She looked stoned. We were smiling at each other as she said, somewhat drunkenly, “I needed that!”

Suddenly we heard clapping. Kristen and I looked up, but of course could see nothing from inside our shower stall, but we were suddenly aware that 4 or 5 people were applauding. Then, I heard Tom’s voice “Nice one, dude! Next time warn me, so I can bring popcorn!” I heard a few other guys laugh, and at least one girl. Apparently our little performance had drawn a crowd. Kristen just chuckled, ignoring them, and reached for the soap in her bag . I shouted “Show’s over! Out!” and heard them start leaving the bathroom, laughing along the way. I heard Tom talking about selling tickets next time.

Kristen took out some soap and a razor. Suddenly, her expression was a little shy. I was shocked! This girl was SO deliciously dominant, beautiful and confident. She held the razor and soap out in her hands, offering them to me. “This is new for me,” she said, demurely, “please shave my legs.” I wasn’t sure which was going to burst first, my heart, or my chastity belt! I was SO totally turned on by the notion of giving her this personal service!

I knelt before her, and slowly began to run lather up and down her right leg. Kristen turned the showerhead away a little, so that the rushing water wasn’t interfering. I couldn’t help by keep sneaking peeks at her vagina, directly in front of me. She was a little bristly there, too. Would she let me? I didn’t dare hope.

She gestured to the top of her leg, where there was just a little peach fuzz. I began shaving her leg at the outer side of her thigh, drawing the blade down toward her knee. Kristen leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. It was a little crowded in the shower stall, I was struggling to work my way around her leg. Kristen lifted her foot, hooking her toes on the waistband of my chastity belt. This allowed me to reach all around her leg to shave, but also TOTALLY distracted me. I was in sensory overload. Her beautifully painted toenails and feet were in plain view against my belly. Her feet were SO gorgeous. At the same time, by lifting her legs, her labia parted, allowing me an even more stunning view of her swollen sex. Even the muscles in her runner’s legs were totally turning me on. I struggled to keep my composure as my hormones raged on, furiously..

All too soon, I finished shaving her right leg. My whole body was tingling and my heart was pounding in my chest. I whispered “Other leg, Goddess.” She exchanged feet on my chastity belt. As my eyes inevitably were drawn to her toes, I noticed that the nail polish on her left foot was starting to wear off and chip. Even THAT was cute! I tried, once again, to focus on the job at hand. My eyes kept darting from feet, to pussy, to lean muscular legs. This was torture of the sweetest kind. I looked up at Kristen. Her eyes were closed, but her expression was not the mask of pure joy I expected. She looked uncomfortable. “Goddess,” I whispered, “what’s wrong?” “It’s OK, William. I’m just a little self conscious. You know I’m more… experienced… it’s just…. I’ve never let a boy do something so…. personal.” My heart melted. I felt honored. I finished her leg, gently lowered it to the floor, and knelt fully upright on my knees. I drew her toward me, my face pressed against her hard stomach. I hugged her to me, then, wrapping my arms around her and just squeezed. I hoped she was feel some comfort..

Kristen reached down and put her hands in my wet hair. She turned my head upright, and looked down into my eyes. “Do the rest”, she said, ”before I lose my nerve.” She let go and stirred one of her legs. I sat back on my heels, and she lifted her right foot and placed it on my shoulder. Her pussy unfolded before me like a beautiful flower. “I don’t know why this is so embarrassing for me,” she said, “I’ve had oral tons of times, but ….” She looked down at me again, not finishing the thought. I pulled my eyes from her beautiful womanhood and looked up. Her face looked almost frightened, but she whispered “Shave my pussy, William.” I obeyed my Goddess.

My hands were shaking, first from nerves, and then from hormones, but I finally got the job done without nicking her. I was overwhelmed by her smooth beauty. I leaned over, and kissed her just above her pussy, then slowly stood, running my nose across her belly button, between her breasts, across her throat, and finally to her lips. She drew me to her, then, kissing me as the water rained down from the shower head. I lost all sense of myself. I was lost in the moment – her lips, her breathing, her body pressed against mine. I reveled in the sensation of her hard nipples against my chest. My knees were shaking as my body ached with need that I knew we could not satisfy.

Eventually, Kristen opened her eyes, and whispered “Give me the razor and soap.” I handed them to her, and began to ask what she wanted to do. Once again, she pressed her index finger to my lips, silencing me. She stepped out, exchanging our positions. She pressed me against the wall of the shower, and knelt before me. I could feel my pulse in my chastity belt as she looked up with a devious grin, her head partially obscuring my view of her breasts and everything below. She took the soap, and began to lather my leg, just as I had lathered hers. Suddenly, I knew she meant to shave MY legs. I opened my mouth to protest, but her eyes suddenly hardened. I knew there was no point in protesting. This was another humiliation that I would endure for her pleasure. She smiled as she saw me acquiesce to her will without a word, and she drew the razor down my thigh. Within a few moments, she lifted my left leg, putting my foot on her own thigh, so that she could work around the leg. They were quite hairy, so she had to stop many times to hold the razor under the stream of water from the shower, and rinse it off. I was humiliated, but yet, my hormones still raged, and my cock still throbbed in the tube of my belt. I was sure pre-cum must be dripping out the bottom.

She worked carefully around my upper thigh, and got as close to my chastity belt as she could. I had shaved my pubes weeks ago, before putting on the belt for the final time. Much of that hair had grown out. I had also learned a hard lesson – hair growing back under there itched like crazy! She completed what she could around the front of my chastity belt, and moved to my other leg. Soon, that was done too. Then, she surprised me. “Turn around, William, and bend over.” My eyes grew wide as I realized what she wanted to do. I felt her rubbing soap across my ass, around the two chains coming down from the belt, and slathering a generous amount in my … well… my ass crack. She shaved my ass… thoroughly. I tried to resist when she tried to part the cheeks to get the razor between them. She slapped my ass, and pushed my feet further apart. Finally, I gave in. She shaved as close to my asshole as she could get. “Oh, that’s much better, William. You look CLEAN now, you hairy little monkey, you!” She stood, and turned me around. She started rubbing soap across my chest, and did the inevitable. She shaved my chest, too. Now, I’m not THAT hairy a guy, but I was somewhat proud of the little patch that had grown in there over the last few years. In a few swipes, it was gone. She shaved down my belly, and around my nipples.

I once again tried to object when she lifted my arm above my head. She pinched my nipple hard and glared at me until I gave in. She lathered my armpit, and shaved it too. The hair was quite long there, so it took many passes to complete both armpits. They felt a little raw when she was done. I thought I had endured the last of the humiliation, as she took my hand and kissed my palm. But, then she ran soap up my forearm and shaved it too. In another minute, I was hairless from the neck down. “So, smooth.” She said, running her hands all over my body. “You’ll keep yourself this way from now on.” She said, looking me in the eye. “Now, show me how you clean under that belt.”

I stepped out of the stall, and grabbed my bucket of toiletries. In it, I had two plastic bottles with hoses on them. The first had soapy water in it. I put the hose in one of the washing vents on my chastity belt, and squeezed the bottle. I felt the cool liquid flushing around inside my belt. The soap drained out the bottom. Kristen looked on in fascination, as I moved the hose from hole to hole. “This is antibacterial soap. I just have to blast it through these holes.” I said. “It’s not going in too easily, because I’m… a little excited.” “A little?” she countered. “OK, I’m about to explode!” I admitted. After flushing the soap through, I took the second bottle. I uncapped it and poured out the contents, and held it to the shower head, and filled it with warm water. I repeated the procedure, this time rinsing the soapy water out from under the belt. Once I was done, I ran some water from the shower head over the belt and my legs to get the last of the soap off. “That’s it.” I said. “That’s an amazing belt,” she said.

We finished rinsing off, then, and turned off the water. Kristen had a towel in her bag. She used it to dry herself, and her hair a little, and then gave the towel to me. As I toweled off, she combed her fingers through her hair, smoothing it a bit, and put on her robe. I reached for my shorts, but she snatched them and put them in her bag. She opened the door, and stepped out of the stall. A little panicked, I wrapped the towel quickly around my waist, covering my chastity belt. She tied the pink waistband on the robe as she headed toward the door. “Coming?” she asked. “Yes, Goddess.” I replied. I grabbed my toiletries and headed back down the hall toward our rooms.

The hallway was, thankfully, empty. However, the television lounge was between the bathroom and our rooms. The lounge is fairly large, and walled off from the hallway with glass, so that the noise from the lounge doesn’t disturb the people in the nearby rooms. The door was shut, but as I looked in, I saw about 7 or 8 people from our floor. They were all sitting in chairs, facing the hallway. Kristen and I both slowed to look at them. Just as I noticed that they each had a piece of paper in their lap, they lifted them simultaneously. “10”, “10”, “9”, “10”, “7” (that was Tom), “10”, “10”, “9”. The two girls had the 9’s. Kristen burst out laughing, and looked at me. “The girls only gave you a 9?!?” I looked at her, and chuckled, until she reached to my waist and tore the towel away from me. I was naked, except for my chastity belt, standing in front of this crowd. I panicked and was about to bolt. Kristen said “Freeze.” I stopped, as if my legs were not under my own control. “Spin around and model for the girls.. and keep your hands away!” I noticed my hands were drifting toward my crotch. I lowered them to my side.

I looked in the lounge to see everyone laughing and clapping, though I couldn’t hear them through the glass. No one looked terribly surprised by my chastity belt. I guess word had gotten around. I felt my ears burning red as I spun around, holding my arms out to the side. By the time I was spun all the way around, I saw that Sara had scribbled out the “9” and put a “10” on hers. Michelle was grabbing for the pen. Kristen had me hold still, as Michelle scribbled hers out. Both girls held up “10” on their placards. “That’s better,” said Kristen. She smiled at the girls. She handed me the towel, and I was wrapping it around myself as I saw Tom in the lounge. He was waving his “7” and pointing at it furiously. I rolled my eyes. Kristen looked at him, and stuck out her tongue. She turned her back to the glass and removed her robe. I couldn’t believe she did that. She tossed me the robe, and with her back to the lounge, ran her hands all up and down her front, seductively. Looking over her shoulder at Tom, she held both hands over her groin, and pantomimed masturbating vigorously. This time, I could hear the screams and howls from the lounge, even through the glass. The guys were jumping out of their seats and doing fist pumps in the air. The girls were even laughing and applauding Kristen. Kristen turned to the window, in full view of everyone. Though I knew she hadn’t touched herself, really, she seductively put her fingers in her mouth and licked them. The guy’s eyes bulged. Sara was grossed out and looked away. Michelle was blushing, but she wasn’t taking her eyes off Kristen.

Standing completely naked before the group in the lounge, Kristen put her hands on her hips, petulantly, and glared at Tom. He burst out laughing, grabbed the pen from Michelle. “11”. Kristen blew him a kiss through the glass, and turned and started down the hall, completely nude. “Come on, William, tuck me in to bed.” “Yes, Goddess.” I stole a glance in the lounge as I followed her down the hall. The guys were leaning up against the glass to watch her walk away, still hooting and carrying on. Fortunately, it didn’t occur to any of them that they could come out in the hallway. Kristen had apparently left her door unlocked. She opened it, turned to me, and gestured for me to follow.

Twenty minutes later, I returned to my room. Kristen was in bed, and I had kissed her goodnight. We made plans to meet in the morning. She still expected me up at 6 for the gym, and it was well after midnight. I found Tom lying in bed, reading. “Dude! You bastard! You’re gettin’ that kind of action, and Sara won’t even take off her bra for me!” I was tired, extremely horny, and perhaps a little snarky. “Darn shame. Her tits looked darn fine when she showed them to ME!” Tom, chuckled not believing me, but then looked at me. He stared for a moment, and asked solemnly “You?...” I nodded. He threw his pillow at me. “Fucker!” We burst out laughing. I tossed the pillow back to him, adding “She’s a natural blonde, too.” Tom caught the pillow, pushed it down onto the bed, pressed his face into it and howled. I laughed as I lay in my own bed, and turned out my light. Tom was muttering “I can’t believe it” to himself, as he turned off his own light.

I was lying for just a moment, when suddenly a tingle ran through my crotch. Oh my god! Kristen must have used her remote across the hall to turn on the pleasurable electro stimulation features in my belt. As if I wasn’t horny enough, now I was getting tingles all up and down my cock and balls. I buried my own head in my pillow to try and suppress a moan. I actually bit the pillow, rolling around quietly trying not to let Tom know my dilemma. Thankfully, after about 5 minutes, the tingle diminished. She must have lowered the setting. It was still there, and distracting, but at least it wasn’t driving me out of my mind. I lay there unable to sleep. After about another 10 minutes, thankfully, the tingles went away. Kristen must have turned off the belt. Thank god! Still, I was so freaking horny! The images of everything that had transpired this evening were etched in my mind. The sights, smells, and sensations echoed throughout my body. I couldn’t sleep.

I heard Tom let out a big sigh from across the room. “Motherfucker!” he groaned. Having been in the dark room for almost ½ hour, now, I could see him sit up in bed. He went over to our fridge, and I heard him messing with the ice tray. A moment later, he walked over to my bed. “Here.” He set a bag of ice cubes on the end of my bed. “You can’t get any relief, but I can. I’m gonna go rub one out, or I’m never gonna sleep.” With that, he stumbled out of the room, presumably on the way to the bathroom. I laughed, but gratefully took the ice pack, and held it to the front of my chastity belt. Tom guessed I was probably nursing a bad case of blue balls. He was right.

I don’t think it was five minutes later, Tom stumbled back into the room. “Was it good for you?” I teased. He didn’t say a word, but simply face-planted onto his bed. His breathing slowed within a minute. He was lightly snoring within two. “Motherfucker is right.” I whispered, as I lay staring at the ceiling. I maybe slept an hour, all night.

End part 7