Barely

I don’t think I’ve ever studied so hard in my life. I spent hours squirming in my seat rubbing my thighs together over my needy slit. Objectively I could tell the material really wasn’t that much for half a semester, but cramming it all into just three days was a challenge. I silently apologized to my professors for ignoring their well crafted lesson plans that gave students plenty of time to absorb the information, IF said students didn’t spend all their free time having mind blowing sex with their perfect goth queen roommate… I wish I could call her my girlfriend, or at least something other than roommate.

Fortunately math was the one whose midterm was most crucial to my sexy future… and college survival too I guess. I was always pretty solid at math, and once I reviewed a couple of key lessons I was ready to receive my praise… hopefully. I still haven’t gotten my grades back yet, but I felt really good about it.

I’m sitting at my desk, silently refreshing the student website over and over to see when my grades are posted. For regular assignments we usually get the grade in person before the system is updated, but midterms and finals aren’t given back to us after grading, so this is the fastest way to find out short of stalking your professor as they grade them.

Vanessa confidently enters the room with her backpack on, which she throws on my bed. “Well, any news yet?” She asks it so casually. I’m jealous, nothing is stopping her from fucking whenever she wants, Sandy wasn’t stopping her from sex just sex with me. I craved her touch.

“No,” I pout heavily, need clear in my voice.

“Look, regardless of your grades we need to talk.” Regardless of my grades? Was she breaking down? Was she going to ravish me here and now? “I get that I kind of brought you into your first sexual experience… quickly. I probably should have eased you into it. I knew you had a few personality quirks and should have realized you wouldn’t have much control once you were in your first sexual relationship.” This doesn’t sound like she’s about to fuck me. But she does sound like she’s really been thinking about me a lot. For the first time in a little while my heart beats in a way that distracts me from the heat between my legs.

A terrible thought hits me… caring or not she’s sounding a lot like she’s regretting how our relationship is going. Is she breaking up with me? Tears begin to form and before she can move on I’m sobbing uncontrollably.

“Whoa, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. I promise it’s going to be okay.”

“Please,” sniff, “don’t,” hiccup, “leave me!!!” I sob again and try to hug her.

To my relief she lets me, even though I can tell my outburst is making her uncomfortable. “I’m not going to leave you. In fact, I need to talk to you about how we are going to move forward.”

I calm down at her words, uncertain as to what she means but able to understand that whatever she has to say isn’t the end.

Vanessa gently pushes me to sit down onto my bed, and then grabs her back pack and begins reaching inside. “What we need is more control over your libido. And since it’s my fault you’re in this situation, it’s only fair I provide the control and restraint you so desperately need.” I know Vanessa likes me, and is intent on helping me through this. But her voice makes it clear she is going to enjoy whatever she’s planning on doing next.

Vanessa pulls her hands from the bag and reveals… underwear? I didn’t think she had such a simple fetish but okay. But these look funny, stiffer than normal underwear, with the fabric… plastic? metal? Whatever material it’s made of it bulges out to more fully cover the genital region and… is that a padlock? My face burns up as I finally put the pieces together. Vanessa is going to put me in a chastity belt. My pussy melts at the thought, it only being able to comprehend that it’s a device related to sex. Meanwhile my brain is screaming not to let her put it on me, not to listen to my rapidly moistening vagina that can’t understand that it won’t get touched again until Vanessa decides to remove it.

Unbothered by my silence, it being pretty predictable after all, Vanessa leans down to slip my panties from my legs.

My brain manages to win out and my hand shoots forward to stop her. I can’t oppose her though, my heart aches at the idea. But maybe I can negotiate in bad faith, ask her for something in return.

“I want to call you my girlfriend!” I probably should have thought of something more drastic, but in the heat of the moment I couldn’t think of anything more amazing or valuable than being able to claim her as my own with words.

She looks a little surprised by my outburst, but quickly composes herself. A few moments of silence pass, and I quickly lose nerve and look down to my lap.

“… counter offer. You can call me your Mistress.” Holy fuck how is she so smooth. I know this is her getting even more of what she wants, but what she wants is me and damned if that doesn’t make me melt inside.

“… Mistress?” I say it tentatively, testing how it feels coming out of my mouth. It feels good, and I can’t help but smile.

“That’s right. Mistress Vanessa.” Her hands proceed unhindered by me any further as she removes my damp panties. Noticing the wetness she doesn’t stop there, she continues to strip me down to just my collar.

Holding my legs up she slips the chastity belt on me. She then takes the padlock and reaches down to secure it. She stops short of shutting it though, and looks me in the eyes. “Ask me to do it.”

“W-what?” I whimper.

“Say in that cute voice of yours, ‘please take control of me and my needy pussy, Mistress Vanessa.’”

Her words clearly already controlled my needy pussy as I felt it twitch at her sultry voice. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t give her this level of control over me. I shouldn’t give her my heart, body and soul to do whatever hot kinky things she wanted to do to me.

“P-p-please… take control of me… and my needy pussy… and train me to be your perfect cock ****, Mistress Vanessa.” I don’t know what made me improvise that last line, maybe I hoped to motivate her to use her dick sooner rather than later. But the moment I said it I knew it was going to be truer than dirty sex talk was supposed to be. I looked up into her eyes and could see that she knew it too. And she was very happy with her ****.

I heard a click, and knew my Mistress had generously granted her slaves humble request. She now had full control of me, far more than she had intended to take with the belt but I doubted she was going to complain.

Mistress then turned away from me suddenly, leaving me to mewl pitifully at my abandonment. She ignored me though and dug inside her desk, the only place I didn’t clean and organize semi regularly. She then returned to me and helped me down off the bed and onto my knees before her. Guessing where this was going I really wished she had put down a pillow for my knees, but I was an obedient **** to my Mistress. She reached down behind my back and began fastening my wrists together with what I assumed was some kind of cuffs from her desk. She then clipped my leash to my collar, twisted it around her hand to make it short, and gently pulled my head into her crotch.

“No sex for you until we see those grades. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be of service to your Mistress in other ways.” I try and reach up to unzip Mistresses pants, only to find my memory is truly terrible when her cock is in my face. I whine up to her, my cuffed hands unable to grant me access to my task.

Mistress chuckles at my antics. “I’ll unbutton for you, but you’re doing the rest with your mouth.” With clear directions I eagerly press forward once her hands finish unbuttoning and take her zipper in my teeth. I try to go fast, but find that it catches and slips from my mouth if I don’t slow down. An unexpected point of accuracy for porn, who knew? After my **** slow and seductive unzipping, Mistress takes pity on me and eases up on her power stance above me, bringing her feet closer together so that it’s easier for her pants to slip down. Next I bite her orange panties elastic band, careful not to bite anything else, and begin pulling them down. This proves extra challenging as her cock is now at full strength. Whimpering with effort and need, Mistress once more takes pity on me and pushes her cock down slightly to allow me to go down the rest of the way.

Finally able to see the cause of my subjugation, I waste no time licking up and down its shaft desperately trying to convey my gratitude for it’s comforting presence in my life. I hear Mistress chuckle as she begins to stroke my ear.

“Such obedience needs to be encouraged…” I glance up at her words and see she is holding something small and rectangular in her free hand. Suddenly the chastity cage becomes a living thing, buzzing ferociously into my **** pussy. I scream quietly into Mistresses ball sack, eager to please but completely caught off guard by this surprise bonus feature of my imprisonment.

I manage to regain my composure, and resume my ministration of Mistresses cock. After a few more minutes I can feel my self getting closer, and I look up lovingly at Vanessa, wanting to have her in my sights as I climax by her will for the first time in almost a week. She smiles beautifully, and then the vibrations stop. I groan in frustration with her cock in my mouth. “No release for you until I say so, and that won’t be at least until your grades come in.” I know she’s doing this because she wants the best for me. But my pussy doesn’t know any such thing and I can’t help but pout up at her, even as I continue to suck her dutifully.

“Of course, even after your grades come in there’s the matter of your… transgressions this past week.” What is she talking about, I’ve been a good girl and studied every single day! “How many times did I tell you to study without me in the room, only for me to return and find you masturbating?” … well fuck. “A mistress should be able to trust her **** to be obedient, even when she isn’t there. Don’t you think so?” Mistress begins to rock her hips, slowly taking control of my mouth as her hand tightens its grip on my hair. Things quickly escalate to her face fucking me and tapping the vibration button on the remote each time she reaches the back of my throat.

Finally she buries her cock deep in my mouth, pushing me down and filling my throat while holding down the vibe button to drive me crazy. Somehow she manages to stop just in time to keep me from reaching my own completion, pulling out and releasing the vibe button at the same time. She quickly pumps herself a few times and begins spraying her hot cum on my panting face. Once she finishes she lets out a long sigh, then laughs at my **** cream covered face.

“Okay baby. Let’s see if your grades came in.”

Excitement fills me as she walks to my desk and presses the refresh button. A few moments pass. I’m too scared to look now, even more **** than I was before now that I better understand the wonderful future Mistress has in store for me if I can just manage to stay with her. She turns to me, and pulls me closer by the leash.

“Well…” I gulp at the suspense, **** for her next words. Well what! “… it looks like I have plenty of time to train you properly.”

I can’t help it. It’s not my fault. Mistress made me do it. As the relief and joy hit me and my **** pussy, I climax right on the spot. Weak in my knees, I slump forward until I feel my cheek resting on the rough carpeted floor.

Mistress chuckles above me. “And I think the first thing we need to work on is control.”