Stanford Confirmation

As my parents and the twins ate their breakfast at the table, and I earned the rest of my own underneath it, Amy talked on the phone. I could hear half the conversation, but not enough to formulate a complete picture of the situation developing.

I could hear her informing them that I was a cock slave, now, and her lawful property. Hence the reason that she was the one calling, and not Mom or Dad, who funded my education. Amy asked a few questions, and received reassuring replies.

“Okay, so he can enrol, even with his altered status. Good,” Amy said, loud enough that I knew it was for my ears. I opted to remain silent, being halfway through earning milk from Juno, by that point, the second course of my five-course meal.

A few more minutes of her conversing with whoever was on the other end of the line. Then, music, meaning Amy was on hold, waiting for ... someone. Who knows? It took long enough that I finished servicing Juno, and fully serviced Enzo, too.

I was servicing Dad when the music abruptly ended, then a man's voice. Several more questions, with yes or no answers, before a more involved inquiry. “No, he's free-use for family and friends. Classmates he's fond of? Yes, I feel that'd count.”

A trail of yeses and nos followed, simpler questions I didn't hear. I couldn't hear everything, due to the kitchen table and the thickness of it, but she was making progress, at least. “No, he is required to be nude in the home that he is living in.”

“Correct. Full ban on all attire while at his current place of residence,” Amy confirmed, “Yes, the rule is also in effect at the house I live in. Yes, he lives with his parents, I live with mine. Both families have endorsed the nudity rule for him.”

“Of course, I understand. Yes, that seems reasonable,” Amy replied to something, while Dad was holding my head down, feeding me. I listened, with Dad's hand on my head, an uncharacteristic amount of acknowledgement, during breakfast.

“No, he will not have trouble with that. He'll be comfortable with that, I'm sure,” Amy answers, “Well, I am his Mistress.” Amy's assurance earns a laugh from the man on the other end of the line, loud enough I can hear. Then, Amy chuckling.

“Hang on, I'll ask,” Amy says, then footsteps as I pause while kneeling before Mom's cock, “Hey. You need to pick which branch of History you want to major in now. You've formed your foundation, but you have to choose more specifically.”

“Please don't choose something pretentious like art history,” she adds. I freeze and stare at her for a moment, and then gesture emphatically to my Mom's cock and how I'm about to suck my Mom's dick under the kitchen table as breakfast.

Amy giggles while holding the phone in one hand and covering the receiver with the other. She grins at me and shrugs, her eyebrows raising and her eyes flicking sideward, then back to me. “Just wanted to make sure you wouldn't do that!”

“Public History and African American Studies. I want to work in a museum,” I answer, before wrapping my lips around Mom's cock and sliding down on it. I resume working for my breakfast, as Mom's foot pins my cock down to the floor.

“Yes, he wants to specialise in African American Studies and Public History,” Amy repeats my selection to the man, and then continues, “Yes. He said his goal is, ideally, employment in a museum. Yes, I do intend to permit him to have a job.”

I blink as I move my mouth on Mom's cock, wondering what kind of question that is. It sounds ignorant, but Amy says nothing of the sort to him, and the conversation continues for a few more minutes before I hear Amy hang up the phone.

Then she takes a seat at the kitchen table, and waits for me to finish my breakfast. A few minutes more, and Mom holds my head down on her cock as she feeds me. Once her pulsation stops, and I've drained her, Mom lets me slide off of her.

I crawl out from underneath the table and push myself to my feet facing it, and Amy smiles at me. “Okay, so I've got good news, and ... well, I've got... maybe bad news. I mean, I think you'll be okay with it, but, if not ... you don't have a say in it.”

“Stanford does allow cock slaves, but you're required to live on-campus as you do off campus,” Amy informs me, before motioning to my current nudity, “This means you will be nude on campus at all times, save a raincoat and winter coat.”

“You will not wear either of those while indoors, whore,” Amy says firmly, “I assured him this would not be a problem. Since I brainwashed you, you'll be completely obedient. So this won't be a problem for you, will it, my sunshine slut?”

“No, Amy, of course not,” I shake my head immediately, without even thinking about it, my brain rewiring to rationalise and normalise. Public nudity at university was never something I would've wanted, but I feel weirdly okay with all of it.

“Good boy, slut,” Amy praises me, and I smile happily, kneeling at her side, beside the table. “You will also be expected to obey, and service, any classmate whom you are fond of. You will answer honestly if they ask if they are able to use you.”

“If they order you to service them in class, you are to do so. They will be the one to be reprimanded, not you,” Amy tells me, “You will be reprimanded and publicly spanked if you refuse. They will be reprimanded if they give you that order.”

“Understood, Amy,” I murmur to her, submissively, and Amy nods, satisfied.

“Good. I'll go over more of this when the time comes. It'll be a couple months, so you'll have time to get used to this idea,” Amy assures me, “Now, there is one other thing that we need to discuss, as it relates to your status as being my cock slave.”

“Yes, Amy?” I ask, and she strokes my cheek lovingly.

“You are not ever to be nude in the company of Boris Dmitrievich Fandorin. He is not permitted to see my whore's body,” Amy asserts firmly, “I will notify the C.O.B. of this, in direct fashion. However, once Boris has been handled, in some way?”

“The Community Ordinance Board may pass an ordinance to mandate cock slave nudity within the community,” Amy tells me, and I nod as I listen, “This would essentially only apply to you, as the only cock slave here, but, I wanted you to know.”

“If it passes, and Boris is not a concern, I will have to be nude at all times even when walking around the neighbourhood,” I surmise, and Amy nods, “Well, I don't have a say in that, so ... Okay. I'll be a good boy, for you, and do as you command.”