Stanford has a few rules that may seem...odd

Tanya unties Danny and helps him sit down in his chair, as his knees are still weak from the fucking he just received.

"Now, tell the truth Danny boy, was that not the best sex you've ever had?"

"Yeah," he admits, "it was." Danny's had sex with women before, with two different women, but both times it was mediocre at best. They both seemed like they were only into it for his sake, and he couldn't help but think about all the large, powerful futas that had already fucked them both. In comparison, the raw, animal passion with which Tanya ravished him made him feel like an object of desire, something to be wanted and sought after, rather than begrudgingly placated.

"I'm really just not sure about letting everyone fuck me." He says, finally. "Like, if it was just you, I'd like that. That sex was great, but being passed from futa to futa seems...degrading."

Tanya nods. "Students from less progressive areas often feel that way, but the second sexual revolution's really in swing here. The truth is, here at Stanford, sex isn't something delicate you've got to hide away and keep secret from the world. It's something to be enjoyed and celebrated, especially futa sex. I think you'll come around to our way of thinking soon enough. And if not, you can always surrender yourself to a specific futa."

"Surrender myself?"

Tanya sighs. "I'm getting ahead of myself on the orientation, but basically, even as a scholarship student, you have certain rights. The downtime I mentioned earlier is one of them. Also, no futa can interfere with your studies, so fucking you in an exam is right out. Another big one is about the mod clinic here. Did you know we had one of those? Body mods, hypnotherapy, the whole nine yards. Anyway, futas can make you get mods at the clinic if they want, but they can't make you keep them for longer than a week, and they can't use any mental mods that are too invasive. You following me so far?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Great. There's a full list of your rights and responsibilities in the orientation packet I'll give you later, but the point is, you have rights to ensure your educational experience and mental health aren't compromised by our free use policies. Giving yourself to a specific futa waives those rights. All of them. It's a major act of trust, but you can specify a limited duration if you want, and they can't **** you to extend it or mod you so you want to. No shorter than a full semester though."

"Why would I ever let some futa have that much control over me?"

"Well, some people are into that, and it's basically the Stanford equivalent of getting married. Some of them are actually married, legally. So if there's a nice futa you'd like to settle down with after college, surrendering yourself to her is a good way to do it. But also, giving yourself to a futa makes you her property, which means other students can't use you without permission, just like they couldn't use her car or her lipstick without asking.

"Faculty get full access to every non-futa student, regardless of status. They can also administer more severe modifications if they feel it benefits you academically. No one calls them out on it, so they basically get to do whatever they want, but they're reasonable about it. Mostly. But while a professor could use a claimed student without their owner's permission, they won't. Like, none of them have, unless they didn't know the student was claimed, in the last fifty years. It's a big no-no, traditionally speaking."

"Ok, so basically, if I find a nice futa who I think won't be too mean to me, I can give her control over me in exchange for protection?"

"Yup." Tanya says, "That about sums it up." She notices the way Danny's crossing his arms over himself, and realizes she hasn't gotten him his uniform yet.

"Oh, shoot. Ok, let me get you your clothes, and then we can move on to the rest of the orientation."