But now you're horny

You know what sucks. Being horny during a stats class. Thankfully you'd put in a lot of work and you were fairly far along with your assignment so you weren't stressing like a lot of the other students. But you did need to pay attention because for some reason (which could only be that university pads out its degrees with useless subjects to increase your amount of student debt) you may have more stats related classes in the future.

Fortunately while you were able to pay attention for the majority of the first half of the lecture and were getting more confident in your assignment, things were sounding familiar and that was good. Unfortunately at the one hour mark you were really struggling, all you could think of were Scarlett's big bouncing tits, Bec's tight toned ass, how Chelsea's cute face would look held between your thighs, how satisfying it is when your gothic pet begs for you to stretch her cunt, dominating Ellen, forcing her and Miho to lick your cunt and ass at the same time. Within a few minutes you were breathing very heavily and squirming uncomfortably in your lecture seat. Luckily for you the entire room was paying attention to the lecturer because they needed to so you decided to push your luck, as subtly as possible you lent forward and casually dropped one of your hands between your legs tracing a few small circles around your clit.

After about 30 seconds you notice your breathing had quickened and you could be that if anyone even casually glanced in your direction your pink cheeks would have made it very obvious that something was going on.

At this point you take a sharp inhale of breathe and grip the desk with both hands. “Isabella Davis, you are not so mentally weak that you cant get through a god damn stats class. Put on your fucking big girl pants and grit it out. Your hand goes anywhere near your cunt again for the next hour and I will be so disappointing.” You give yourself a harsh talking to as you regain some semblance of control from that familiar feeling of lust that has threatened to overwhelm you so many times since starting university.

Your grip on the desk tightens as you continue your inner monologue, “Masturbating while people were watching is how you nearly got yourself in shit a few weeks ago. Hang on that's what I'll do.”

You pull your phone out and open up messenger.

ID: I'm coming over in tonight at 9:00pm

AA: I have so many exams and my pussy only stopped hurting today please mistress I'm worried that you are going to break me for real this time.

ID: I am definitely going to break you for real this time and you will thank me slut we both know you want this and the sooner you are open about it rather than only when the truth if **** out of you the better you will feel.

AA: Yes mistress

ID: Good, Since you have several hours I want you dressed in your nicest dress. I want you in whatever dress you were saving for your graduation, I want your make up done perfectly and I want you waiting for me on your knees.

AA: But why mistress?

ID: Because when you graduate I want you to compare every second of that night to how happy you were the night you last wore the dress and want you to feel your pussy drip all while you walk up and get your degree. I want you to spend the entire time wishing you were back between my thighs where you belong.

AA:Yes mistress.

ID: Good girl, see you soon.

You put your phone back in your pocket. You had done nothing useful for your current situation. As a matter of fact after that exchange your pussy was gushing. There were 20 minutes left in the stats class and every minute felt like an hour. At the end of the 20 you felt like a junkie starved for a fix, just sitting there with slow deep breaths trying to resist the temptation to shove your hand down your increasingly moist panties.

You gather your things and leave the lecture theater you aren't sure what you are going to do because you wont see Adelaide till tonight and getting as much as you wanted to get off now you wanted to go in full of this steadily growing lust.

“Aye yo Bells” you hear behind you.

You grit you teeth and take a deep breath, you don't dislike Rone but even though you are ready to jump someone's bones he isn't that someone. “Hey Rone how's it going.”

“Its good gurl, me and the boys got a trial game this Saturday night, tell me you're comin?”

“Night aye? What time? I got a trial game myself in the morning but I guess I can, you guys better not suck though.”

“Yo its me we are talking about, bring a couple of your cheerleader friends and I'll bring my A game.”

“We've been over this, the cheerleaders are mine, all of them. You're gonna have to hit up another group.”

He rolls his eyes “Fine, but bring them anyway cause I want hype. We are going to take a premiership this year and if nothing else you can convince the cheerleaders to come cheer for us, fuck the fucking footballers, they suck.”

“I will talk with them.”

“Good, tell them its at 5:00pm Saturday, here. Also since you are coming to watch me I'll let you in on a secret. Surprise exam this Friday in professional development, hands on as well.”

You are skeptical. “What? How do you know?”

He gives you a sly smile. “I got my sources, trust me on this one okay?”

“Alright I guess I can, if you are right you're a life saver if you're wrong I studied for nothing, guess I've got nothing to lose.”

“Yeah, hope they let us pair up together” He gives you one of those smiles that suggests he is just trying to wind you up.

“Haha yeah yeah, dream on, you know you are gonna be stuck massaging our teacher, hopefully they have a nice young post grad student for me to run my hands over.”

“Ugh you are going to be right. But oh well maybe I'll get lucky. Anyway I gotta go, ill see you Friday and make sure you come watch me on Saturday.”

He walks off with his confident swagger.