I submitted my application and waited in agony for the acceptance notice I knew was coming. It was a good school, but not the kind one might have expected me to choose. But it did have some great programs in some good fields. I could justify my choice without arousing too much suspicion.
I read the email again and again. There was a bold portion that captured my attention.
Attention incoming freshmen women: we are obligated to inform you of new campus policies. In accordance with federal laws, you will be subjected to weekly examinations and one among you will fail, resulting in the termination of all rights and personhood for a period of seven days, at which point the examinations will be repeated.
I couldn't help myself. I lifted my skirt and slipped one hand between my thighs to my needy mound, already pleasantly warm to the touch. I kept reading as I gently rubbed my fingers against the soft material.
Be aware that our university cannot be held responsible for whatever happens to the one stripped of personhood, up to and including abduction, ****, ****, ****, and accidental ****. Again, this is in accordance with federal law. Welcome to your new home!
I moaned softly as my imagination ran wild. I had a nasty habit of romanticizing things in my head, but that's how I enjoyed it. I saw myself being grabbed by multiple men, stripped of my clothing, and **** to the ground. I saw myself taken captive by a teacher who secretly desired me, **** to please him as his personal plaything for a week.
My fingers worked furiously, my panties soaked with excitement as I felt my pleasure begin to blossom. I saw myself chained to a post outside the student commons, a thing to be used by anyone passing by. I saw myself being led through the halls on a leash while everyone jeered and hollered at me.
I bit my lip to silence a moan. It was too much. I clamped my thighs together and shuddered with ecstasy at the mental image of myself lying naked on the pavement, my body covered in an impossible amount of semen.
I sighed with relief as my body relaxed and the scent of my excitement filled my bedroom. College was going to be so much fun. Maybe I could talk Sasha into joining me at my school of choice. We'd never talked about it, but I had a hunch she would enjoy some of the kinky things I was into.
It occurred to me that I was going to be away from home. Completely unsupervised for the first time in my life. I cast a glance over to my conservative wardrobe. I couldn't afford to change myself too much too quickly or my parents would flip out... but I could upgrade my underwear collection.
I smiled and pointed my internet browser at a site offering the kind of skimpy lingerie I'd never have been able to get away with at home. Maybe I could find an upgrade for my boyfriend at college, too, while I was at it.
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