The Airline Stud Ch. 01

Alvin is not a name one would associate with this hunk of a man. Think Ryan Reynolds with short wavy blonde hair. Alvin first and foremost was a competitor, a fighter. The youngest of four boys, he was always last in line for clothes, for dessert, for everything. Therefore, he developed skills. The first skill was in sports, sports that required good hand/eye coordination. He played little league baseball and as an eight-year old, hit a home run over the fence in a game on a field that is usually used for kids in the 11-12 division. The coaches said they had never seen that before. He played shortstop, which helped him develop quick feet and a quick mind for the game. He was also the best Nintendo player in the school. He could make the joystick sing, his hands and fingers were so fast. As a computer- geek, the name Alvin was appropriate.

In high school he had an overall batting average in three years on varsity of .406, which was Ted Williams average in 1941. His buddies started calling him Ted. The average, his stellar glove and his eleven home runs propelled him to the Sports Illustrated high school all star team. He could have gone to USC or Stanford and gone pro but he had higher aspirations, literally higher. He wanted to be a pilot more than anything. It was for that reason that he applied to and was accepted to the Air Force Academy and starred on their absolutely lousy team that only won nine games in four years, losing one hundred and eleven. He didn't care. He would find winning in the skies.

At the Air Force Academy he could have had any of the female cadets, any of the female instructors too. However, the code did not allow that so he kept it all down. When he went home to Temple Texas, he let it all out. He was often seen with two girls, one under each arm. His buddies marveled at him. He only said that he could easily satisfy two at a time, so why waste it? His buddies just scoffed, not believing a word.

There was that one girl, what was her name? He could never remember her name. It was an unusual name. He was at a bar with the boys watching the World Series. The waitress was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall, probably around six feet, had strong legs that were prominent due to the short skirt, white teeth, killer smile and the cutest dimples. The boys were talking about their baseball exploits. "The greatest game," said Jeffrey, who played catcher at USC before the academy.

"The greatest game," agreed Tony, who played infield—mostly as a backup—at UNLV. "Don't you agree?" he posited to the waitress.

"I could never understand baseball," she said, the gorgeous milk chocolate-Black girl, "I could get into football. The Volunteers gave a great Saturday experience. There is nothing like SEC football."

Alvin had to pipe up. He was mesmerized by her. "You have the body of an athlete, what was your sport?"

"Boys, I was on the University of Tennessee national championship volleyball team. That is the sport of kings," ribbing the boys.

What was her name? Alvin returned to that bar a week later. He talked with the super hot volleyball player-turned waitress. She had he sweetest smile and softest Southern accent. They went out for dinner. He remembered that she was in the U.S. Olympic women's volleyball training program. They spent a fabulous night together and hooked up a few more times. She taught him a lot about how to satisfy a woman. Her legs were so long that she always locked her ankles when they fucked in missionary and used her thighs to pull him in deeper. He took her to a party with a lot of other cadets. He remembers the reaction he got from the other guys. She was the most beautiful thing any of them had ever seen.

While he was getting her a drink, Mike jumped the line and grabbed him by the arm. "Where did you find her? Damn, bro, you like the sistas?" Mike stole her from Alvin. They made an interesting looking couple. Mike, who played running back at the University of Illinois, at all of 5'9" with her-what was her name—at almost six feet. He heard they got married.

In the air force he flew huge cargo planes but wanted to fly fighters. While he wanted to fly fighters, the air force did not assess his abilities 'to be superior in the demands of that area of piloting.' They required superior mental toughness. While he thought he was capable, this did not work out in his favor. He served the minimum number of years and received an honorable discharge. Now it was time to find a job. He landed a position with a big airline and was in the training program to fly 747's, on account of the fact that he flew C-17's and C-5's. The 747 pilots were considered the cream-of-the-crop. So he came to appreciate his experience flying huge cargo planes and not sleek fighters.

It would take at least ten, maybe fifteen years of service, maybe longer, as a co-pilot before getting the chance to take command of a 747 but he was patient. There were many other perks to the job.

Alvin looked great in his uniform. As a single man, making a nice salary-with greater potential—he was in high demand among the female employees, chief among them were the flight attendants who captivated him. He thought about getting married to a women he met at a golf tournament. She was doing registration. He was too young and self-centered for marriage. He got plenty of tail and enjoyed his freedom.

Early on in his career, the female flight attendants would compete for his attention. He could have all of them, sequentially or together if he wanted. Unfortunately, the airline forbade this kind of relationship for safety and general esprit-de-corp. Some marriages were formed but those could only be ones where the two people never flew together. What is the fun of that, thought Alvin. Therefore, if he wanted relationships with the flight attendants he had to follow the rules. Alvin was in the military and was the kind of person who always followed the rules. He found plenty of hot women to hook up with.

The flight attendants (and the women on the ground crews) talked about him all the time. It was the flight attendants who had the most interaction with him so they had they had the most opportunities. One very petite brunette caught his eye. Her name was Chloe. She was about 5'2" and 100 lbs. but strong on account of the fact that she was on the women's gymnastics team at the University of Wisconsin. She had a great physique, a perfect behind and incredible legs. Besides, she had a killer smile with pearly white teeth and used her make up to best flatter her mouth and lips. Alvin thought often about those lips and how they would feel surrounding his cock. He would get his chance.

He had just landed in Tokyo when he saw Chloe in the crew lounge. She knew he was a "playa" from the other girls but few of them were in possession of any details. They made up stories and fantasized about him in their beds. He was probably one of the few men who could give a woman an orgasm and not even be in the same country.

He saw her pulling her carry-on and she looked super sexy just walking through the door. It must have been the smooth way she moved and controlled her movements from years doing dance and gymnastics. When she saw him, she thought immediately that he must be the one that the others always talked about. If so, they were right. He was really put together. He was at the coffee machine when she approached him. "Hi, my name is Chloe, are you Alvin?"

"My friends call me Ted. I would be thrilled if you were one of them."

"I have been looking for a friend like you."

"What kind of friend is that?"

Chloe had always been a good girl. She did not lose her virginity until she was nineteen in the dorm at Wisconsin. She had been hanging around Benjamin a lot. She was studying sociology. He was studying Engineering. They first met in the athletic center. She was leaving the gym after a workout. Benjamin had a work-study job in the athletic department. They dated by attending sports events. One night it happened. Chloe, an extremely shy girl, finally took the plunge and agreed to do it. They were in Benjamin's dorm room. His roommate who lived in Chicago had gone home for the weekend. They had made out a few times but this one got hot and heavy. He started caressing her breasts, perfect 32B little girly breasts. She got hot, unbuckled his pants and started sucking his cock. This had happened once before but this time, she had the urge and produced a condom from her small shoulder purse.

"Put this on."

"Sure, how long have you been carrying that around?"

"This one for only a few months. I bought a box when I got here (on campus this fall) but never..."

Taking it from her, he slipped it on. He had done this before a few times. She was excited already but he started fingering her slit. When she was ready she pushed his hand away and slowly climbed on. She was terribly frightened. It hurt a lot. There was a trickle of blood which she blotted from her thighs. It was over in a minute.

At Wisconsin she had met many more interesting guys but was reserved, did not attend parties and really did not circulate in the kinds of crowds where one receives a lot of pressure. She had two more boyfriends and graduated. Since she was the perfect height and weight, she applied to be a flight attendant and was accepted on account of her all-American good looks, warm smile and engaging personality. She was based in Chicago but did not like it there. It was much colder than Las Vegas where she grew up. In Chicago, she met young men at church and other clean functions. She did not drink.

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"I asked you, what kind of friend is that, the kind you are looking for?"

"Tall dark and handsome," was all that came out. It was stupid thing to say but all the women in the old movies used that line.

"Would you settle for tall, blonde and out-of-shape?"

Out-of-shape? He was an Adonis to her. This is the kind of self-deprecating style she knew some guys used. "What could you ever mean, 'out of shape'?"

"I played baseball at the academy." All of the girls knew he was in the air force. "I have to admit I was in pretty good condition about ten years ago but rarely work out any more like I used to."

"In that case, I will take tall, blonde and unable-to-workout-much." They talked some more but had to catch the shuttle to the Hilton, where all of the flight crews stay. They found seats in the third row of the mini-van, and the other girls in that vehicle snickered in blood-boiling jealousy the whole trip. All of the crews shared rooms so there was no chance for a quick tryst. This would be their first date anyway so he asked if she had the energy for a drink at the jazz club down the street. His flight had been 13 hours from Dallas to Tokyo but he caught a short nap in the crew rest quarters so was not tired. Her flight was 10 hours but she was tired from standing the whole time. Yet, here he was, the hunk of the company and he wanted to spend time with her. They went to the club. He told her she would sleep better if she had a drink. She had a cup of sake and practically fell asleep. They returned to the hotel.

Chloe was very interested in him but they would have to make arrangements for a second date since he lived in Los Angeles. He was able to find a flight that got him to Chicago and they met for dinner. They had a great time and both wanted to extend the date into the evening.

"Where are you staying tonight?" she inquired. Alvin, as we shall see, is a lady's man and always prepared. He always carried with him a tiny overnight bag in a pouch that he slung over his shoulder with a toothbrush, a change of underwear, a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. When he picked her up she asked him what that was and he told her that he carried overnight supplies in case he was called to catch a flight somewhere. He had left his uniform at the secure equipment room for the flight crews so he could change for his next flight at the airport.

"I have not decided yet. Do you have any suggestions?"

Chloe was not very experienced with men at 26 but she knew an opportunity when one was presented. "I know this is only our second date, if you count the one at the jazz club in Tokyo when I passed out, but I, um, have space for you tonight...if you...want."

"That is a great offer. I have been hoping and praying for something like this since the moment I saw you." This was pure flattery, for all he wanted was some action. He was good at the stupid small talk that got girls in bed. He put his strong hand on hers. She turned her wrist so their hands were folded together. He leaned over the small table and kissed her. She was a bit surprised but she needed the affection.

They caught a cab to her apartment and made out the whole time. She ran her hands over his fabulous chest over and over and slipped her hand down to his crotch so she could indicate to him that she wanted it and to get some idea of what was in store.

The door opened to a small living room/kitchen area. She put down her purse. "Can I get you anything?"

"Only directions to the bathroom."

"Right through that door to the right." He walked off. "Would it be too forward if I just told you to meet me in the bedroom?" she inquired softly as he got through the doorway.

"You invited me back to your apartment. I think that we passed the awkward 'forward' stage of the relationship. I think we are here for the same reasons."

Chloe quickly skipped to the bedroom and located her one camisole, a bright red one, and slipped it on. She tied to find the matching red panties but stopped searching and just put on boring white cotton ones. She was just putting on the camisole and tossed her dress on the chair when he entered the room.

"That is just perfect, little girl. Do you like red?"

She jumped into his arms. "Of course, what is your favorite color?"

"Red when it is on a slinky little number like that. I also like pink when I am in the arms of a beautiful woman."

"Pink?"

"I will show you." Alvin liked the pink of pussy. They kissed for a long time. He ran his hands down her back and slipped them into her panties, grabbing a hand of perfect ass. The kiss ended when she sat on the bed and started unbuckling his pants. "Let me help you with that." He unzipped and pushed them off. She was amazed by his athletic build. She pulled down his briefs and took his cock in her hands. It was already filling with blood.

This had only been her sixth lover so she was not very experienced but she did a great job. He was standing tall in a minute. She sucked. He moaned. She squeezed his balls. He moaned. "It's my turn," he said. She looked up and her lipstick was smeared and her face was wet. "Stand up. Get on the bed."

She was visibly shaking. "You are shaking. Are you cold?" She pulled down her plain, white cloth panties.

"No just...nervous...excited...agh...just stupid, I guess." He positioned her so her head was on the pillow and parted her legs, leaving the red camisole and the white cotton panties. He climbed between her legs. Alvin was good at this, as he had, by this time, at 33, about 100 lovers. He teased her lips and nibbled her thighs and blew on her clit. "You are very good at this..."

Chloe rarely masturbated because of her strict upbringing and owned no toys. This was new to her. He expertly licked and sucked and she was in heaven. He knew all of the right places. She was amazed that he knew just where to nibble, where to suck, where to rub with his nose and his fingers. She knew that they should have intercourse but she didn't want him to stop, ever. She had never felt so good. "Ahh, that is so good. Don't stop." He continued to use his mouth, tongue and fingers. She moaned and groaned. She rubbed his ears to guide his tongue to the right places.

He looked up and she saw a happy man, strong face and neck covered in her juices. "Wanna fuck? I have a condom."

"Yes," she said stiffly.

He grabbed his tiny pouch and produced the envelope. He rolled it on. "Can we start this way?" he asked, positioning himself between her legs. Begin, she, thought and wondered what else would happen after the 'beginning'.

"Sure".

He moved up on the bed. He stopped for a long time to lick her nipples which she had exposed by lowering the straps of her garment. Her breasts were perfect, perfectly proportioned to her small frame, probably 32B. They were natural and slightly pushed out from her chest just a little.

"With the condom on I can't always feel your opening. Would you guide me in? I will go slowly." That was exactly what Chloe was hoping for. She reached down and put him in the right place. "Ready?"

"Ya."

He slowly pushed. She gasped as she felt his shaft fill her. It took about six or seven more thrusts before she could feel that he had gone as far as he could. A few more gentle trusts more and she was relaxed. She took a breath, finally, and let it out with a huge sigh. He kissed her and she opened her mouth. It was a great kiss, the hottest and most amorous of their relationship thus far.

He got into a rhythm and she was feeling good. She felt that this wonderful man, who all the other girls wanted, was insider of her. She wanted him inside, deep inside. He pumped her for about five minutes and she was feeling like she was getting higher, somewhere higher, but she did not know where. She wanted to pull him totally inside. He pulled away a tiny bit and pushed her legs so her knees were touching her shoulders. No one had ever done that before. She thought of all of the stretching workouts in the gym. This was a good position. He felt even deeper. He pushed up and she pushed down because as she pushed down he seemed to get even deeper. They were in an ecstatic rhythm. She moaned and yelped.

After a few more minutes in this position she saw he was perspiring heavily. She was also very hot. But she did not want to break the rhythm. She grunted and grunted. His pushed and pushed. After about fifteen minutes of fucking, he stopped. Breathing very heavily, "I am very thirsty, do mind if I get a glass of water, and would you like one?"

She was parched but did not even feel it until he mentioned it. She was so caught up in the moment. "Yes, please. There is a plastic pitcher in the frig." He went to kitchen, opened the refrigerator and poured two cold glasses. He returned and gulped his glass down quickly.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Umm, I would like to keep going but I am getting sore down there."

Alvin was prepared for this. He always packed a small bottle of lube with the condoms. Alvin was a beautiful male specimen, a man with a hunk of a body but his cock was not especially large. He measured it once at about six inches. More than enough, his girlfriends always told him. What he had was stamina. Maybe it was his athlete's physiology or mentality but he could control himself, his breathing and his pelvic floor muscles. In short, he could pump away at a girl for thirty-five or forty minutes, maybe more. Since he always used a condom and condoms make a lot of women dry, he carried the bottle. "I have a solution. Sit back and I will lube you. I promise you will like it."

She had pulled her legs up her chest and was in a sitting fetal position while drinking the water. He took the glass, placed on the nightstand and laid her down flat on her back. He opened the bottle and generously poured some on his right hand and some on her pussy, making it glisten and the pubic hair gleam. He sat beside her and rubbed gently but firmly. She felt the warmth of the special liquid. It had a warming quality and a scent of lavender. It did not take long for her to start moaning again, grunting and whimpering. Her eyes were closed. The sounds from her mouth were guttural now. "Ungh, Nnna, Eee." Alvin pushed two fingers into her pussy and pulled upward to find her g-spot and pushed his strong fingers into her over and over, faster and faster, making loud slurping noises. She grunted and moaned. It took some time but her sounds got to a high pitch. Then came the most animalistic grunt/scream he had ever heard. Her legs shook and quaked and her feet were flying all over. It all calmed down in the room and she went fully limp, breathing heavily like she had just run a marathon.

Wife Parties Alone...

One evening my wife, Lily, and I went to a party at one of her coworkers' house. I didn't really know anyone, since this wasn't the usual crowd of coworkers that we partied or hung out with. Due to The nature of my job, I was called away shortly after we arrived, but planned on returning later when I was done. I told Lily to have fun and I would be back as soon as I could. She seemed really happy and told me not to worry. I felt bad for leaving but was happy she wasn't upset.

Hours had passed before I was done and was able to head back to the party. I figured I would just surprise her and not bother with a call or text I was on my way back. She sent me a few pictures and videos throughout the evening, and I could tell she was getting pretty drunk. Her pictures and videos became more seductive and suggestive in nature, as alcohol becomes an aphrodisiac for her.

After I parked and walked to the rear of the house, I could hear some music still playing. The door was open a crack and there were some 10-12 people still drinking in the basement living room, just talking and hanging out. I did not want to sound jealous asking where Lily was, so I just started to walk around looking for her. I opened the door to a bedroom downstairs and recognized one of her female coworkers. She was lying in the bed, fully clothed, chatting with some guy. It reminded me of early 20s drunk discussions. She noticed me and said Lily was somewhere...her words trailed off and then turned away.

I walked out and looked around, not willing to go upstairs in someone else's house. I grabbed the bathroom doorknob and heard some rustling around. Some guy yelled, "Hey, I'm a little busy." I could hear him double check the locked door. As I walked away I could also hear Lily's voice but not sure where. I looked back and saw nothing.

I walked out of the house to check if she was outside. To the side of the back door, there was a frost covered window to the bathroom. Between the frost covering and the window pane is about 1 inch of open space. I could see Lily and a guy in front of her kissing her neck. I felt a rush of anger and then a twinge of excitement. I was a voyeur watching my own wife. I was terrified with what I was seeing, yet secretly hoping that she would let it continue enough to entertain the buzzing I was feeling with my cock.

I immediately recognized the guy as a coworker of hers, Matt. They had a fling a while back online, and exchanged dirty messages and pictures. Nothing materialized before being caught and coming clean, but the attraction was obviously still there.

Matt kissed her neck and moved up to her face, where their lips met. She pushed him away slightly saying that they can't. He asked why and she told him that if they did, she wouldn't be able to stop herself. He smiled big, put his hands on her hips and and spun her around before she could stop him. She was facing the bathroom mirror, while he proceeded to grab and feel her ass over her skirt. Matt then moved his hands up to her breasts. I saw Lily closing her eyes. I didn't know how much she wanted him to continue until I saw her mouth slowly open and her tongue rest on her upper lip. I knew that wasn't good, because it was a sure sign of Lily getting aroused and hitting a point of no return.

Matt must have also recognized her signs of arousal, because he then pulled up her skirt, just enough to expose the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her hand pushed back against his. She then guided his hand to her thong. He grabbed at it and she pulled his hand sideways, indicating clearly she wanted him to slide her thong to the side. I could see Lily was super excited and was extremely wet. I could see her wetness running down her legs. Matt let his fingers move around her clit and slide in to her hungry pussy. As he removed them to explore other parts of her body, she replaced them with her own, ferociously rubbing her clit.

I had the urge to knock, but then opted not too. I was actually beginning to enjoy the scene. Matt guided her free hand to his pants where she began to grab away at the obvious bulge of his cock. Matt started to pull his pants down, then someone knocked on the door, "Hey, I have to use the bathroom." then "oh, shit, I think Matt is getting lucky with Lily."

As they said that, I watched as Lily's hand reluctantly touched his exposed cock. Her eyes opened and went wide and she looked down at it, making sure she saw what she felt. Almost instinctively, Lily licked her lips and immediately dropped to her knees. She knew it was bigger than mine, and told him just that. She looked at it with both hunger and fear, almost in a trance like state with an evil grin.

Lily couldn't get her one hand around it completely, so she used both and started to stroke it. Her mouth opened and she took as much in her mouth as she could. Matt's head rolled back as he told her, "I've imagined your lips around my cock since I first met you." Lily slobbered up and down his dick and took as much in as she could. She would gag against it, leaving much of it exposed. I could clearly see how much bigger it was. Matt grabbed the back of Lily's head and started to fuck her mouth. I could hear Lily gagging with each thrust. My stomach was on edge, knowing this was never anything she liked me to do to her, but she is clearly Matt's slut at the moment. Spit and drool spilled from Lily's mouth and down her chin to the floor.

After Matt was close to cumming in her throat, Lily stood up and turned facing away from Matt and grabbed his cock, guiding it towards her eager pussy. Lily let out a moan as it slowly entered and stretched her. Lily began to push harder and harder against Matt, her hands slipping from time to time off the sink.

As they fucked hard, Matt stopped and positioned himself on the toilet. Lily sat on top of him and he continued to fuck her while sucking on her nipples. Lily was grinding her hips against him, her forehead against his and her hands on his shoulders. She started to slowly rise off, and I thought maybe they were done. Lily then dropped her entire weight back down hard, slamming his cock deep into her. Lily's head was thrown back and Matt had to hold her upper body, as her back arched. I was in shock. She continued up and down on his cock. I could see her pussy tightly gripping his cock each time she went up.

I was about to leave when someone I didn't know walked out of the house and saw me. "Hey, enjoying the show? Matt is fucking that Lily chick. She really wanted it from him all night. She's been hanging around him most of the night. I think she's married though." I looked back through the window and Matt was again behind Lily, fucking her very hard now. Her moans turned to screams and it was very obvious to everyone at the party what Matt was doing to my wife. Matt finally appeared to slow down as Lily was cumming again. They both grunted as it was obvious he came in her.

Lily then pushed off. Matt tried to kiss her and she pushed away. Lily washed her face and then left the bathroom. That was my call to leave.

I left and took a quick walk around the block to my car and waited for her call to see if I was on my way to pick her up. I waited nearly 30-minutes with no call. I decide to return to the party and look again for her. Lily was not in the bathroom or living room. I knocked on the door of a bedroom, only to hear someone behind me say, "Don't go in there, I think they're fucking again."

I opened the door a crack and saw Lily again, half naked, and straddled over Matt. Her eyes were closed, grinding against him back and forth. One of her hands was on his chest, the other pinching one of her nipples as she moaned. Lily then spun around, without getting off his cock, and faced his feet. She arched her back as Matt grabbed both of her tits and pinched her erect nipples. Lily lifted up higher off Matt's hips, on her knees, and he started to thrust his hips up and down, using the spring of the bed to increase the drive of his thrusts into her. Each thrust making a loud slapping sound, nearly pulling his cock completely out of her each time. I hear Lily yell, "Fuck me, Matt! Fuck me harder! Cum in me! Don't stop ever fucking me!" When Lily gets especially excited, she squirts. Wetness is expelling from her and the sound of them fucking among her juices adds another element to the senses I am now experiencing.

Matt then turned Lily to her stomach where she got on all fours. As Matt plowed his dick into Lily. She was squirting so much on his cock, I could see her wetness dripping onto the bed. Lily's head was buried into the comforter, and her back arched as she screamed Matt's name repeatedly. He had his hands on her hips pulling them to his with every thrust, making each thrust in, that much harder. Lily started bucking against him as she lost control of her body and was consumed with pure pleasure. His thick cock, the ferocity of his fucking, and the animalistic desire between them mixed to a perfect concoction tonight that couldn't have been stopped, probably even if I stayed right next to her at the party. It was clear they were far from done, so I decided to leave before getting caught.

I drove home and went to bed. I woke up to Lily naked laying next to me. I asked her how the night went. She smiled and said it was pretty uneventful and just sat around talking to coworkers. I didn't tell her what I saw, but loved seeing her pleased. As she snuggled in, I could feel the juices still seeping from her, and running down her legs. As I touched and kissed her body, her hard nipples and heavy breathing showed me she was easily aroused and wanted me to fuck her. I entered her more easily than ever before. We passionately made love. She said her extreme wetness was due to her arousal for me, but I knew.

Catherine Ch. 28

I live for the moment when I hear the catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each caress, touch, or stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will say..., but not yet.

Catherine Chapter 28

Catherine, You Asked About Sally

"That first night at my sisters, Bob, where I asked you about Sally and how you met."

"Yes I remember, Catherine," replying.

"You showed me her picture as well as that picture of Erin's too -- a beautiful girl I thought; like her mother. Where you described Erin has much the same personality as Sally; you were telling me."

"Yes Catherine I remember telling you that too."

"So then, how about telling me more about Sally now," she ask.

"Why now Catherine," asking her.

"Because I have something to tell you, about me." she says.

Now my thought..., Oh boy, what now this; 'more' she wants to tell me; always curious I am about what ever it is, for sure!

"Alright Catherine..., Sally from the beginning but first, a little history to put it in perspective. Back when the School District combined the ninth grade into the high school is when I first saw Sally -- where I had an instant crush on her! Although we never shared classes until our senior year -- so up until then, I don't think we said more than a dozen words to each other."

"Sally, because only seniors could be cheer leader Captains, so it was Sally, along with Ryan, who were voted as co-captains. Where I can easily say, we always had one knockout bunch of girls on that cheering squad all through those high school years. Where guys our age, back then..., well, we referred to them as, "Dick Teasers."

My catching the dirty look from Catherine at her hearing that!

Ignoring her and going on. "As for me Catherine, anytime I wasn't on the field during a practice, I would be watching Sally, who I always thought, was the stand out, including her best friend Ryan. Where, it seemed to me -- when ever you saw one of them, you saw the other one too."

"Catherine, it was like they were inseparable, always hanging on each other, whispering to each other, maybe even..., I guess you might call them, knowing looks. I think girls show more physical affection towards their close girlfriends, but to me..., I came to believe there was more to their friendship then just, best friends; maybe my dirty seventeen year old mind at the time."

"Yeah Swaggart, I'm sure that hasn't changed since then; right?" Catherine, casually leaning back, staring at me.

Where it's just a slow turning my head from side to side, indicating, no it hasn't and going on.

"I also thought Sally had the best moves, an absolute killer ass, nice boobs, gorgeous legs that went all the way up to become that killer ass. Plus, she had the biggest mouth to go along with that killer body and pretty face. All of that combined with her bubbly personality, made her one of the most popular girls in school. Where she was student council secretary, school news paper editor, Honor Roll every report period. It seemed she was involved in every school activity or event."

"As for me, I wasn't a great student Catherine, maybe a halfway good student; most definitely a lazy student. I didn't have any plans for going on to college, although my parents could have helped with it, they even saved for it, but at that time, I really didn't know what I wanted to do after high school. I guess..., maybe looking for something different. Different how..., I didn't know then for sure!" Telling Catherine.

"Anyway, my family was a fairly middle class family, my mom worked in the school district's administration office as the office manager. My dad was a construction supervisor for the telephone company and that's what helped me get a job with them later on. My dad was also a pretty good wood worker, carpenter and electrician and that's where I learned so much from him, -- which helped out a lot when Sally and I bought our house years later. My dad, being such a talented wood worker, who also made custom furniture, which he sold out of a work shop addition his father had built to the three car garage behind our house."

"Back then, it was just dad's hobby, also thinking it would become more of a money making hobby to add to his retirement when he retired. So my working along side my dad and mom when they re-modeled the house, really taught me a lot about both my parents, especially my dad, where I should have followed his path. Which I would in a way; just not as he did."

"Because Catherine, I was more interested in the workings of the systems that made up the network. My analytical mind always curious about how things worked. Where I could look at something and in a short time figure out pretty much how it worked; which helped a lot when I got through my Recon training, then on to schools teaching how to see what was important, those, seeing things Catherine. Maybe my..., seeing Sally's and Ryan's thing too?"

"Any way..., Sally's parents owned a Real Estate business -- you may have heard of them, Collins Real Estate? An from the size of heir home they must have been doing really well and still are!"

A quick glance to Catherine for a reaction; her Porsche birthday present from Jon; my thought. But all I see is her continued stare where she's been intently listening to me.

"Sally and I never shared the same home rooms either," telling Catherine.

"And classes I mentioned not sharing with her, wasn't until I took a elective in my senior year; Critical Thinking and Creative Thought they called it. I only decided to take it because I didn't want another study hall, where it seemed to be a kind of English class and that being one of my better subjects. Plus already having all the credits I needed for graduation except the required ones you had to have in your senior year... well, it sounded like a, "coaster," class to nap through. But still, from the class description..., might be kind of interesting; my analytical mind being challenged anyway." To my laughing at what I just said.

"Sports wise though, I played third base on the baseball team and strong safety and wide receiver on our football team. Now in the fall of our senior year and for many years before that, the school had some really good athletic teams. An like many schools, our football games were played on Friday nights, where one of those nights I had a particularly good game where my interception and a touchdown led to us winning that game."

"This one particular game night though, we were tied with just minutes to go. I was playing deep safety, covering for the possible Hail Mary pass; which they did. And luckily I was in the right spot and picked it off where I ran towards the first guy who had the same jersey I had on. Who did a great job of knocking guys out of my way; which allowed me to score. That..., was one of those hight light nights in my high school athletic life, I'll never forget!"

My flash back remembrance of it now.

"It was..., I couldn't believe what was going on around me; slaps on the back, hand shakes, lots of cheering going on around me but..., I don't remember hearing any of it. Hell even the cheer leading squad was all around me as we headed off the field and Sally -- she was right there with them. Yeah..., it was a night to remember!"

"And, like every home game there would be a dance following it, but I never went to any of them. I could move on the field, but that was different. But on the dance floor, well that was different too! My a..., feeling some what awkward..., like during our first lunch Catherine." Her recalling me saying that expressed in her nod and knowing look.

"I wouldn't have asked a girl to dance anyway, especially Sally. But that night I tagged along with some team mates, where of course Sally was there. An not only could she move on the cheer leading squad, she could move on the dance floor. Those cheerleaders -- with their short skirts flying up every time they spun around, showing quick glimpses of there tight cheerleader pantie covered ass cheeks, while us, lounging in the stands were making, 'lewd comments,' watching it all."

A smirk on Catherine's face, turning her head from side to side perfectly knowing full well what kind of 'lewd remarks,' they could be.

"But me," ignoring Catherine's look. "My eyes were glued on Sally, watching her dance and mostly with her girl friend Ryan. Oh there were a few guys, most from that crowd she hung around with; you know, every school has one."

"Next weeks game, which would be a away game, where we won that one by a field goal. But our home coming game, was going to be war; a rivalry that began years before any of us current players were born. I think with every schools home coming game, your rival is itching to spoil it."

"We were down by three points as I remember, and we're down on their thirty yard line. But this time I was playing wide receiver where a pass was called. I broke away from this guy who was trying to cover me but the ball was thrown way high and when I went up to catch it, one of their players drove his helmet into my left rib cage; it's called spearing. But still I managed to hold onto the ball. An that cheap hit, is what pushed me over the goal line. So a cheap shot won us the game but I was hurt, but still..., we had won!"

"And from that cheap hit Catherine..., I was having a hard time catching my breath where I need help getting up as well getting off the field, where I never heard all the crowd cheering, or what everyone else was doing around us."

"Only when back in the locker room with my jersey and pads off I could see a really big bruise had formed on my left side; which hurt like hell every time I tried to raise my arm or take a deep breath -- the pain was..., it was, bad! I should have gone to the hospital that night, but when the coach came around to shake my hand, I quickly covered it up with my jersey, never saying a thing about it; hell I could have had broken ribs. Which turned out that I did."

"Anyway, on Monday is when my high school life took a turn. I was still getting lots of high fives, nice game hellos as I walked through the halls. It felt good..., I thought maybe..., yeah, anyway maybe I had arrived."

Laughing at myself, for even thinking it; let alone, saying it.

"Any way..., that Monday, in that class Catherine, is where I learned something more about myself and Sally too. You see, we had been assigned a chapter to read over the weekend from a book we were using. Then incorporating something with in that chapter, into something of our own that related to or parallel something in the chapter."

"Now me, being the lazy student I was, didn't read the chapter we were assigned; my weekend celebrating with team mates being my excuse. But, as I'm sitting in that classroom, hoping the instructor, would be late; or better yet, out. But as I'm skipping through the chapter reading a paragraph here, another paragraph on another page and so on, not paying attention to who was coming into the room or where they were sitting."

"You see, this wasn't a typical class, kind of..., more free wheeling you might say, not structured like many classes usually are, which made for some interesting interactions within the class as well as with the instructor. Plus along with that, we never had assigned seating like in most of the other class rooms. But that day with me being so engrossed in what I was doing I didn't notice who was sitting down at the desk to my right until a female voice from there was saying, 'Hi Bob, You had great game Friday night." She was telling me.

"Not wanting to be interrupted, it was a few seconds before my look in that direction with the intent of just saying thank you. Which turned into a double take because guess who was sitting there looking back at me? Yeah..., it was Sally Collins! Answering my own question."

"That very girl who hadn't said two words to me from ninth grade till just then, Who had now just said eight words to me in one sentence. Where I managed to get out a polite, thank you, then right back to skipping through the pages of this chapter I was supposed to have already read. But right after telling her thank you, Sally asked if I had done the assignment? Telling her no, then asking her the same. Of course she had and about then, in comes our instructor and with just a quick look at him then back to Sally, shrugging my shoulders, hoping I would be invisible to him that day."

"From there it was listening to all the discussions going on around me, hoping to pick up some clues as to what it was all about, plus thinking with what I had quickly read and what I was hearing, it would save my ass if anything was directed towards me."

"But for some reason Sally kept whispering little side comments about what was being said, where I would turn to look at her either acknowledging what she was saying, or asking a question about what, or why she said what she said, or what someone else in the class was talking about."

"When, I, hear, 'Mister..., Swaggart..., and..., Miss Collins, you seem to be having a discussion apart from what the rest of this class is having, is that right?' I looked at Sally, then back at the instructor, 'Sorry sir..., I was.' Hoping to take the blame for Sally and me talking."

"Can I assume either you and or Miss Collins, must not have done the assignment..., am I correct in that assumption?' He asked.

"I didn't even bother looking at Sally where I was telling him, Yes sir..., it was me."

"Okay" he says, "Thank you Mister Swaggart for being honest with me," he says. "So tonight you will read the previous assigned chapter plus the next two chapters. Then write a paper on each chapter and hand them into me at tomorrows class!" He tells me.

"Then from my right I hear what sounded like a choked off laugh; it coming from Sally. Is followed by, 'And Miss Collins..., you will do the same two extra chapters Mister Swaggart will be doing.' With that, I turned my head away to hide my guilt at what just fell on Sally."

"So, here she was, miss always nose in the air, who had been quietly laughing at me, now got the same assignment I did. Who, was only trying to help me by whispering things between us before we got caught and now I was sure I would never hear a word from her ever again; especially whispered!"

Now it's hearing Catherine's suppressed giggle too.

"So when the class was dismissed, Sally was way ahead of me leaving the room. And me, I was trying to get out the door before she got to far away hoping I could apologize. But when I got out into the hall, Sally was already waiting for me with a hard punch into my shoulder getting my attention, where she says very snotty like, 'Thanks a hell of lot Swaggart!' she said, Where she turned on her heals and very stiffly walked away. An me, I was melting. Sally had talked to me in class, and now, six more words, plus she even touched me too; although it was only her hard punch to my shoulder."

More giggles from Catherine, along with her, "Served you right!" She says.

"Now home rooms were assigned by what ever names were pulled out of a fish bowl; our reasoning on how it was done. Where mine and Sally's just happened to be across the hall from each other, so our lockers were close by too but, on opposite sides of the hall. So taking my time getting back to mine where I could see Sally had just finished getting her things in, or out of hers, all the time with her back to the hall and of course, me. Where I was sure she didn't see me; or so I thought."

"But right after opening my locker and even before getting my things together I hear another very snotty; 'Make sure you do your fucking homework next time Swaggart!' Which had me turning to look back in time to see Sally trotting back down the hall leaving me thinking, Yeah I was right all along Collins, you really are a snotty bitch! I shouldn't have thought that, because she could melt my heart as well as break it!"

Catherine, hearing that last interrupts, "Sounds to me like, Catherine's finger quotes, "Split personality."

"Yeah..., Sally could be that ah..., go from sweet, melt your heart, to bitch in a heart beat. But that was the only time she was like that with me until much later. An me, I could never call her anything nasty." Telling Catherine.

"Now from there I was off to football practice, where Sally was off to her cheer leading practice. Where they used the side lines like they did during the games to practice their routines when the weather was better then it was that day."

"Us the football team, did walk troughs in the gym, the same place the girls were practicing except, the girls were at the opposite end of the gym. And me, with my side still pain full, was hoping I would get close enough to tell her what I thought of her. Which I did once and could have, but I didn't..., and I never would have anyway. But when she saw me looking at her, she quickly turned her back to me anyway."

"The next day was just like every other day until that class. So after putting the papers I had written on the instructors desk, I sat down at the same desk I had the previous day and waited. Where it was only a few minutes later when Sally came in and did the same, but this time she sat on the other side of the room like she always did before; about as far away from me as she could get; never looking at me once to see if I was there -- of course she had every right to be mad at me."

"When our instructor came in and sitting down at his desk where I watched as he pick up the papers and began reading through them. I couldn't tell which he read first, but on each one he wrote something."

"It wasn't until the rest of the class had settled in that the instructor stood up telling everyone, "This past weekend I assigned a chapter, expecting everyone to read it and be ready to discuss it during yesterdays class. One member of this class admitted he didn't, so he was assigned to read that chapter, plus the next two chapters, along with writing a paper on each one. I also told his accomplice who was trying to coach him to read last nights assignment plus the next two and write a paper on them too."

"But then.., he just stood there, holding the papers, one in each hand, lifting them up and down like he was testing their weight. Then he looks over to me, where I'm waiting to get slammed. But instead he says, 'Mister Swaggart, interesting thoughts..., we'll discuss them in today's class.' He says.

"But when turning to Sally, 'You Miss Collins.' As he looks hard at her, 'I haven't the slightest idea of what you were thinking. You rambled from one thing to another, never putting a coherent thought together. You should be grateful this will not count against your class grade.,' he was telling her."

"He..., had just slammed her! Where I was thinking, I bet no one had ever spoken to her as critical as he just had. And me..., I felt like a total shit! An vowed to myself, I would never put someone in such a embarrassing situation again. Or..., never put someone in a situation that I wouldn't want to be in myself." Looking at Catherine as I'm telling her this.

"So then Catherine, your secrets are safe with me." Who's slowly turning her head from side to side with nothing more than her sweet smile!

"But this too Catherine. Sally had written some really good stuff. His slamming her was his way of telling her, she's not as perfect as she may have thought she was."

"Catherine, I could see, even from where I was sitting how embarrassed she was. Where I really felt sorry for her, along with my guilt feeling because she was only trying to help me, but got slammed instead. Yeah, I felt like a real shit, knowing I should apologize to her; if she would even listen to me. So instead I wrote her a long note with my apology and got it passed over to her. Where I could see her reading it, but of course, our instructor who, liked to roam around the class room where he saw the note being passed -- waited for Sally to read it, then standing next to her desk asking for the note. I thought shit, instead of my shoulder getting punched, I'll be getting one in the mouth; if not lower."

Bad Boy!

You have been very bad today, pet. Mistress is furious with your behavior. You kept her waiting without explanation for your tardiness. Mistress was forced to pleasure herself because of your absence and now you must pay the price for your transgressions.

Sit down. Shut up. And look at me when I’m talking to you!

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Spend a Day with SMOTP #1

This is a new series of audio experiences where you get to spend a very sensual day with me, Essemoh Teepee.
You experience a new part of the day with me every week, starting with us waking up together just before we have to get up and finishing with a ‘Night Cap’ after a delicious date night dinner at a restaurant.
What shall we do with Our Day Together?

06:00: Morning Sex
It is so good to wake up next to you in the morning after the night before...
I love watching you sleep, then I want to touch you. Then I want to kiss you all over. Then I want...

Campus Tour at Bondage University

Welcome to Bondage University, girls! Your ticket to a world-class, tuition free education that will stoke your intellectual and physical passions and help you to be your best feminine self.

I see you have all been outfitted with university ballgags and fuzzy cuffs in your favorite colors. Excellent. Whether you decide to attend or not, you are welcome to keep those after the tour.

Unfortunately, it appears two of our group didn’t get the memo about the dress code for the tour. Pants are NOT allowed. Sara, Tara, take care of it. Oh, don’t struggle, girls. It won’t help anything, especially with your hands already cuffed behind your back. You should have paid attention to the campus visit rules. You really have no one to blame but yourselves.

There, that’s better. Cute panties. Pink is always a good choice. And you, a thong? How daring! Perhaps more daring than you expected, given that you’ll be going around campus in just a shirt and thong for the entire tour. No lagging behind!

Now where was I before I was distracted by those naughty girls? Oh yes. I am Professor Coleman. Every male professor oversees a number of female students, and sometimes female professors. He takes responsibility for their behavior, training and academic development. It is important to us here at Bondage University that every girl graduates with a well-rounded education, valuable professional skills, and an eager devotion to being the best sex slave she can be. If you decide to attend, I will be your trainer, although you will have classes from various professors.

But enough introductions. Let’s take a look around the campus! Follow me, girls.

Here we are on the quad of Bondage University. Look around and notice how the coeds are dressed. Most of the girls are in school uniforms: a sheer, tight white blouse that shows some tummy, and a plaid schoolgirl skirt. Note that the skirts are not all the same length. The skirts come in several different lengths. Which length you are allowed to wear depends on your GPA. Girls with poor grades wear knee-length skirts, to cover their shame. As your grades go up, so does your hemline. See that girl over there? How it’s difficult for her to take a step without flashing her panties, because her skirt barely covers them? She has an excellent GPA.

You are allowed some other clothing as well, all issued by the school. At night, you wear sheer babydoll lingerie. String bikinis are allowed anywhere. Maid costumes are worn when doing campus chores, and all female students participate in chores. You can see a few girls here in the quad in sports bras and tiny workout shorts, jogging, doing yoga or relaxing. You are encouraged to spend as much time as you can in public. Never forget that you are a decoration, a work of art, and that you are meant to be seen. Other outfits are allowed for special events, such as minidresses for some parties.

Also notice the collar every female student wears. Feel free to step up to Sara and Tara to see their collars. Look. Aren’t they pretty? Each has the university triskelion emblem, and the girl’s name. Note that you will be given a new name, selected by your trainer - me - upon enrollment. Each collar also records the girl’s location and activities and can be used to summon her or shock her. Watch Sara for a moment. There, did you see that? Her collar vibrated, to let her know I needed her. Different patterns can also alert the girl for other reasons, such as to remind them of class time. Now watch Tara for a moment. Did you see her flinch? That was an electric shock. Male students who do well in class can also shock the collars of the girls around them if they wish.

You have likely noticed that there are twice as many female students as male students. Both receive an excellent education, but the female students are the ones to be trained. Having male students gives you more opportunity to practice serving, so you should feel grateful. Take a look over there, by that bench, that the Asian girl is walking past. Wait for it… there! Did you see how he just grabbed her, pulled her over his lap and spanked her? Now she’s likely begging to suck his cock… there they go. It’s good to see young people having fun.

The male students also feel happy to be here. Their families pay well for the privilege of having their sons go to such a prestigious and pleasurable university, and that helps to offset our costs. As you know, your college education will be completely free. Tuition, room, board and your university-supplied clothing. You won’t have to worry about money even once over the next four years. You won’t have to worry about employment afterwards, either. Graduating female students are auctioned off to companies or individuals for a four-year period after graduation. The revenue goes back to the university, so we can provide a stellar education to even more deserving young women. We hope to help even more in the near future. Currently meetings are being held to determine whether the university should buy adjacent land and expand, or to start a satellite campus in another part of the country.

In order to ensure we can keep your tuition free and that we will be able to educate hundreds of thousands of girls in the next few years, Bondage University is creative about getting the most use possible from its students. I’ll show you some examples. First, you can see that we’re passing by the sports fields. Most of our coeds are engaged in some athletic activity or the other. We have a variety of sports available. In fact, multiple of our cheerleading, beach volleyball, pole dancing, and gymnastics teams are nationally renowned for their skill and beauty. Over there you can see one of the beach volleyball teams practicing in their regulation team bikinis. They’re so proud of their team that you’ll see them everywhere around campus in their very, very revealing team uniforms.

Now before we enter this building, you girls need to all be quiet. We don’t want to disturb the actors and actresses. Now come on in.

You can see that a few of the sets are currently in use right now. Bondage University has an extremely popular library of porn, all created by and starring students. Students majoring in film, theater, media, creative writing, communications, fashion design all have important roles here, but students of all majors are welcome and often find their skills handy. Over there, for example, you can see some pre-med majors giving an extremely sexual “check up” to the black girl that’s strapped down with medical restraints. Their teacher is actually monitoring what they’re saying and doing to help them be more accurate. Now come along here towards the exit.

We’re very proud of our erotica here at Bondage University. Our movies, images, books, calendars and posters are extremely popular and a good source of revenue. Now come along to this next building and you’ll see how else students give.

We are keen on being responsible and generous citizens. Our students donate enough blood that the blood bank is often able to help other cities. But they give more than that. Welcome to the dairy! See those girls locked in the stocks? Many of the girls at Bondage University are selected to lactate. Their breasts swell and become tender, and they come to this building frequently to be milked. The university then sells a variety of dairy products made from human milk. It’s all the rage in wealthier circles these days. As for the girls, it’s quite a pleasant experience for them. You can see the vibrators that are used to tease and edge them as they moan and suck on the cock gags built into the milking frames. Sometimes other students, male and female, come in and use them while they’re being milked. Oh look! See that redhead over there with the strap-on? Looks like she’s about to have fun with one of the girls being milked. Wow, she really rammed that into her! I wonder if they know each other, if this is a petty act of vengeance. Maybe they’re girlfriends and this is what they love. Or maybe she just wanted to play with a stranger who can’t even turn around to see who is ramming a plastic cock into her from behind.

Regardless, note that although girls - students and faculty - can use other girls, they always must have permission from a man to do so.

Now come along girls, on to the next stop.

You all were selected for this tour group because you had potential, in both brains and beauty. Apart from that there is no bias. You’ll see many different kinds of girls here. We’re working on increasing the international student population as well, especially those that could never afford a college education otherwise. Girls from other countries deserve an education as well… and they tend to be very popular in the auctions. Many a man has found the foreign love of his life, thanks to us.

Now look through this window to see this class in session. Do you see that petite girl naked and on all fours on the floor next to the teacher’s desk? She’s the teacher’s pet for this class. She has studied so hard and done so well that she’s placed at the front of the class and can listen to the lecture right at the professor’s feet. She even gets treats… which she has to eat from that bowl on the floor from all fours.

Oh, look, it appears one of the students has been naughty… Alice is about to dish out some discipline to one of her students. It looks pretty basic. She’s bending that girl with the waist-length blonde her over the desk…. Pulling up her schoolgirl skirt… and paddling her with the classroom paddle. Wow, she is really putting some force into it!

As the discipline continues, I’ll note that female professors may use and discipline female students as they wish. Often they find ways to use the girls as part of a demonstration or a class project. Male students who do very well in school can earn special privileges, such as the chance to be served sexually by a female professor. If they do very, very well they can even paddle or bind the professor during class time, but that’s a rare privilege. You are here to learn, after all!

Follow along, girls. Let’s go to the cafeteria.

Here in the cafeteria you’ll notice many students eating, and many girls lined up against the walls, chained by the collar. When it is their assigned mealtime, female students must come in to the cafeteria and lock themselves to the wall. They wait for a male student to select them, unfasten them from the wall and tell them what to do. The female student will collect the food he wants, serve it to him, and then may eat if he allows it, and how he allows it. You’ll see a lot of girls sitting on the floor, eating from their plates down there as the man eats above them, sitting on a comfortable chair. Some men like to have the girls eat sitting down, or on all fours like an animal, or to wait until he finishes eating. Some choose what the girl eats, or don’t even allow her to eat.

If a girl is not selected she must wait, locked to the wall. An hour after her assigned meal time starts, the lock opens and she is allowed to eat. Male students can unlock more than one girl, but rarely do so, unless they want some lesbian entertainment as they eat.

Also note the girls behind the counter in french maid uniforms. Those are also students. The female students do all the cooking and cleaning for the university.

You’ll get to eat later. Let’s visit the dorms next door.

You can see this barracks-like area is empty right now, since it is the daytime. All those little beds are for female students. At night, you girls change into your lingerie and are strapped down to the beds and blindfolded. Then there’s a group storytime at 10:00 p.m. when you girls are read a bedtime story. Then you are expected to sleep, although sometimes male students will come in to use a bound, blindfolded pretty coed in the night. In the morning you are released and can dress from those large closets against that wall. Again, all clothing is provided by the university. There’s just a collective gathering of clothing, sorted by size, so you can always grab your uniform or other suitable clothing in whatever color you like that is available.

Come with me and we’ll go back to the processing room where you started. I trust you enjoyed your campus tour of Bondage University! Now it’s time for you to decide. Do you wish to enroll? Yes or no? If you want to become a student, line up against that wall… that’s it, thank you, keep going. If you do not want to be a student, go to that other wall. You will be released and will go on your way, keeping the cuffs and ballgag as a gift.

It looks like all of you have decided to become students, and will be trained by me. Excellent. I am happy to have you. Now let’s begin processing.

Tara, Sara, let’s get their clothes cut off and their university collars locked on.

What? You didn’t think it would be this sudden? You thought you would have a few weeks until school starts? Well, why wait? You’ve made your choice.

You now belong to Bondage University.