An exchange student from another country

George was in a debate with Jessica, another student at the academy. A tall Amazonian blonde in a zippered jacket and jogging shorts, she was seated across from him. He was an exchange student of average build. Like all exchange students in the Queendom, he was wearing only the short white skirt and sandals that had been given to him when he arrived from his home country. There were no female exchange students in the Queendom. Several female students, a couple of professors, and a couple of other exchange students were sitting in the audience watching the debate. Although the Queendom was a monarchy, student debates on various subjects were encouraged, and the winning points were often connected to royal policy in order to make the population more content.

"I disagree," George said. "There is no reason for the queen to be concerned about the existence of dragons. In fact, dragons are beneficial to our society. They provide us with protection, they are intelligent and resourceful, and they help to keep the rabble in check. Besides, the dragon races have been around for centuries, and they have never caused a problem for us. Why does she suddenly care about them now?"

Jessica waved her hand dismissively.

"That's because she is ****," she said.

Arguing that the Queen was **** was a pretty poor tactic, and the audience members were clearly beginning to side with George, even though they were mostly female. George was a respected figure among the student population for his apt mind and clear dedication to academics, but he was not as popular as Jessica. Even so, he was still generally not afforded the same respect as a female student would be, and this was a bit of a sore point for him, so he was always trying to prove his intelligence.

He shook his head.

"No, I don't think so," he insisted. "If she were ****, wouldn't she simply say so?"

"She would," Jessica said. "However, she doesn't want to admit that she is. That's why she keeps saying that she wants to solve the problem, and that she has chosen her solution." Although her tone was calm, she was actually ****. She knew she didn't have a strong argument, but she didn't want to lose face. As she spoke, she casually unzipped her jacket, exposing her cleavage. She crossed her arms over her chest, and the movement made her boobs jiggle slightly.

George continued to explain how dragons were both a helpful and harmless part of Queendom society. Dragon was the term used to describe males in the Queendom who were descended from royalty and foreign princes who had been sent to the Queendom to marry with princesses here. Their cocks were exposed the same as with other men, and they could still be controlled, restrained, or dominated, but their basic freedom and their opinions were respected, and they were never held in bondage for long. They provided a valuable and unique perspective, but they could always be tied up or humiliated if need be. His voice didn't show it, but he was starting to blush red and get a bit flustered looking at Jessica's cleavage. He couldn't exactly look away from his debate opponent.

His main worry was that his cock would get hard. When exchange students arrived in the Queendom, all of their clothing was confiscated and their erect penis length was measured. The skirts they were provided were tailored to be one inch shorter than their erect cock length, so they would be fully exposed when erect. Except for the occasional prank, exchange students were generally left free to study and engage in academic pursuits, but those rules were loosened when they became erect.

Jessica was trying to provoke him into getting aroused, but George was determined not to let her. He tried to focus on his debate opponent's eyes, but his gaze kept straying over to her breasts instead. She noticed his distraction, and took advantage of it.

"You're right," she said, smiling at him. "I do believe that the Queen is ****. She is **** to be loved and admired."

She unzipped her jogging shorts.

George's eyes widened in surprise and shock. He hadn't expected her to do that.

"N-no," he stuttered. Her toned thighs were so smooth. His eyes drifted down to her pussy, and his cock began to swell. He was still a virgin, and he found her body fascinating. As his cock grew, the bulge in his skirt was immediately evident, and the hem of the skirt was raised up slowly but surely. He reflexively tried to hold the skirt down with one hand.

Her victory assured, Jessica zipped her shorts closed again and then reached down to open up her bag and retrieve something. It was a cock leash, designed to surround the cock of a male. The length was specifically measured for George's length, which she had known from his skirt size. Once attached, tugging on the leash would squeeze it around the cock. Cock leashes were often used to illustrate domination of males at formal events.

"It looks like someone wants to be walked," she teased him.

George was speechless. He had been winning the debate, and it was very frustrating to have his victory overturned like this. On the other hand, he had seen cock leashes used on several occasions and he knew how they worked, but he had never had one used on himself. He would never admit it, but he was curious about what it would feel like.

The stray thought brought his cock to its full length. His hand was holding his skirt down, but the cotton skirt was completely non-stretchable, and it did nothing to cover his penis now. The female students in the audience giggled.

"You can't possibly expect me to walk," he protested. "We're in the middle of a debate!"

"Oh, come on," Jessica smirked. "I know you can't resist. I'll just come over and fit the leash on you right now. You seem to be finished debating anyways."

"No," he objected. "Please don't do that! My parents will kill me if they find out."

Jessica laughed.

"Your parents don't matter anymore," she told him. "I'm not hurting you. Besides, if you weren't such a good boy, I wouldn't have to do this."

She walked towards George, her hips swaying seductively. Her legs were bare and her skin was glistening with sweat.

He gulped. She was almost upon him, and he was afraid to move.

Jessica stopped in front of him. She smiled.

"Here," she said, handing him the leash.

George looked at his hands, still holding his skirt down uselessly.

She reached for his cock to fit the leash on. He panicked, standing up, and ran for the door.

The audience jeered. "Walk him, walk him! Don't let him get away now!"

"Let me go, please!" he begged. "I'll do anything! Just let me go!"

Jessica grabbed him by the shoulder.

"You may not leave until I am satisfied," she told him, smiling. "Do you understand? Now let me put this harness around your cock."

He shuddered in fear as she fitted the leash around his cock. He felt helpless and ****.

"Now then," she said.

"Wait!" called out his friend Mary. A short, plump anthropology student at the Academy, she was his best friend in the Queendom. She knew about other cultures and societies and how men and women were treated in them, so she understood and sympathized with George. She didn't think there was anything wrong with how things were done in the Queendom per se, but George was from a different country and it didn't seem fair to treat him like this.

She ran over and pushed Jessica aside. This caused the leash to tighten around George's cock, but Mary wrenched the lead out of Jessica's hand and took it in her own.

"Come," she told him, hurrying out the door and towards her dormitory room. He was still frozen in shock, and she was moving away in a hurry, so the cock leash squeezed and pulled tightly around his erect penis, magnifying the sensation. He followed her out the door. The leash still wasn't okay with him, but he was very relieved that it was Mary holding it and not Jessica.

"Fine," Jessica shouted out after them. "Let your girlfriend walk you this time. I know I'll get my turn later!"

***

Mary led George into her dorm room and closed the door behind her. Only then did she realize she was holding his cock on a leash. She was embarrassed by her mistake, and she fumbled with the leash, trying to remove it from around his cock. Unfortunately, the leash was designed to be tight, and she couldn't easily untangle it from his cock.

Once the two of them were alone, she finally released the leash.

"Sorry," she said. "I should have taken that off earlier."

He nodded.

"I'm sorry too," he apologized. "I didn't mean to make you do that."

Mary smiled.

"I guess I shouldn't complain," she admitted. "That was kind of fun."

She ran her fingers through his hair gently, and he shivered involuntarily.

"Does this mean we're dating?" he asked.

She laughed.

"Of course not," she chuckled. "Besides, I don't even know your name yet!"

"That's fine," he grinned. "I'm George. And you are…?"

"Mary," she replied.

"Well, Mary," he said, placing his hand on hers. "I hope you'll be my girlfriend."

There, he had said it. He hoped that she would say yes. She was his first real girlfriend since arriving in the Queendom, and he wanted to spend more time with her.

But she hesitated before answering. She was a shy girl and wasn't used to being so forward.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

She shook her head.

"No," she answered. "It's just that... well..."

She stared at the ground.

"I'm not sure I want to be with anyone," she said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I don't know if I can trust people," she explained. "I know they're supposed to be my friends, but some of them aren't trustworthy. Some of them want me to fail, so they can win."

He thought about it for a moment.

"That makes sense," he agreed. "But don't you trust me?"

She looked up at him, surprised.

"Of course I do," she responded.

"Then why not give us a chance?" he asked.

She pondered his question and then smiled.

"Okay," she said. "I'll try it for a while."

They hung out and chatted for a while in Mary's room. But after a couple of hours, it was getting towards dinner time and there was no food in the dorm room. It was time to go down to the dining hall.

George's memories of the debate, of what had happened to him, Jessica's taunting smile and tone, and above all the giggling girls returned to him all at once. He looked down, seeing that he was still wearing the same cotton skirt uniform as always. Jessica had even promised she would get him next time. He blushed and shook his head.

"I'm not going back out there."

Mary smiled.

"Yes, you are," she insisted. "You might as well get used to it."

"It doesn't matter what I get used to," George argued.

"Trust me," she reassured him. "I'll be here with you."

"Yeah, because I know you won't let anything happen to me," he snorted.

"Don't be stupid," she scolded him.

"So, does this mean you're my girlfriend now?" he joked.

"Definitely not," she laughed. "Not even close!"

"If you really were my girlfriend," he said, "you'd know how much I hate to lose."

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. She was warm, and he felt his heart beating faster and hotter inside his chest.

"As long as you don't hurt me when you win," she whispered to him, "I'll never stop loving you."

"I promise," he replied, taking her hand in his and kissing her palm.

"But I'm still not going back out there," he insisted. "You can bring me back something to eat. I'll do my studying from this room."

Mary smiled sadly.

"Okay," she agreed.

As soon as she opened the door, however, she found herself confronted by a group of laughing students. They were the best friends of Jessica.

"Didn't you forget the leash? You've got to give it back to Jessica! And make sure it's attached to George when you do!"

She closed the door again and locked it. George was being unreasonable, but she was starting to think he was right, even so. In his exchange student uniform, he was **** and exposed, and she couldn't protect him every second. She went over to her clothes drawer and picked out her baggiest sweatpants and sweatshirt and one of her larger pairs of panties, then handed them to George.

"Just, wear this and come. I'll look away while you change."

George was quite familiar with the laws in the Queendom, and men wearing normal clothes wasn't something that was accepted here. He raised an eyebrow.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied seriously. "I'm not going to let anyone see you like that."

"But it's totally illegal," he protested. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"I know," she sighed. "I don't know if I could stop myself if someone tried to take advantage of you."

The students outside were laughing loudly.

"Come on!" one of them called. "We've seen the leash! We know what you're doing!"

"I don't care!" Mary shouted back. "I'm not going to let anyone take advantage of you!"

"Mary!" George yelled.

"I'm coming!" she shouted back.