Classes

I tried to forget about what had just happened as I put my clothes on.

But how could I? How could I forget the intense humiliation I had just endured? Or the fear of having to perform tasks to please my new Mistresses?

And how could I possibly ignore the throbbing ache of my poor penis trapped in a cage that I couldn't remove by myself.

I dressed as normally as I could, albeit without underwear, and got ready for class. No one could see through my clothes, so my classmates would have no idea I was wearing a cock cage. At least, not if I didn't draw attention to myself.

As soon as I left my room, I felt exposed. I knew I didn't look any different, but the feeling of wearing a cage under my clothes was enough to make me feel different.

I was so aware of everyone's gaze as I walked to my first class. Even when I sat down, listening to everyone around me talk amongst themselves, I couldn't help but feel watched.

It didn't help that Miss Bennett was the professor.

"Quiet now, class!" she said from the front of the room, smiling pleasantly. "Quiet please. Yes, thank you. I hope you all had a fun weekend..."

The way she spoke to the class was different than she had spoken to me earlier. It was much more casual and friendly.

I froze every time her gaze scanned over me. My thighs tensed, remembering the negative stimulus I had received earlier. That, and... I couldn't help but remember her thighs, her panties, her incredibly sexy legs...

"Is there a problem, Mr. Barry?" she asked suddenly. I stiffened. She couldn't read my mind, could she?

I stood up quickly. "No ma'am! Sorry!" For a moment I was worried that I had a boner showing through my shorts, but of course that couldn't be true.

She shrugged, moving on. "Well. alright then. You just looked a little flushed. Please let me know if you feel ill."

"Yes ma'am, I will!" Some of my classmates laughed at how formally I spoke. They had no idea how careful I had to be.

Before I sat back down, I thought I saw something in Miss Bennett's eyes. A wink... or a twinkle. Something that said she knew. She knew I was intimidated by her. Both praise, and a warning. Or just my imagination.

We were given a short lecture followed by a reading assignment and some worksheets. I kept my nose in my book to avoid drawing any kind of attention to myself. I was wearing khaki shorts but I worried that somehow my cage would show through.

Something fell to the floor next to me. A pencil.

"Barry... Psst... Can you hand me that?"

It was Morgan. My desk neighbor. And my crush. She was beautiful. A redhead with freckles; long gorgeous hair. The kind of face that made you want to be her friend before she even said a word. She was nice to everyone, a volunteer, a full-ride scholarship student.

I reached down and picked up the pencil, handing it to her. She brushed her hair back and accepted. "Thanks!" she said, smiling. Our eyes met and my heart skipped a beat.

Miss Bennett noticed.

I heard her heels before I saw her. She looked down at me briefly and stopped at Morgan's desk, leaning over. They started talking about the problems on the worksheet, with miss Bennett helping Morgan to understand some of the more complicated ones.

Miss Bennett's beautiful ass was right next to me. Her skirt clung to her hip and thighs, outlining every curve like the petals of a tulip.

She bent over and I couldn't help but glance her way. Her perfume wafted over me. Her heels and tights accentuated her legs and exalted her femininity. I knew it was wrong but I kept stealing glances. My cock throbbed and ached. I gulped, **** down the discomfort as it tried to grow against the plastic trapping it.

Her hips swayed and I had to bite my lip. I could see the shape of her cheeks against the fabric of her sophisticated skirt. Her professional attire only made her more erotic to me. I gripped the desk tightly and knew I was being punished.

She turned and saw me and I could see the hint of a grin tug at her lips.

"Mr. Barry, are you sure you're alright? You look positively feverish!"

The class turned to look at me. She had said it loud enough to bring everyone's eyes over. My cock twitched so hard it bounced up and down in my shorts, straining so hard in the cage. Each bounce was like an electric shock to my groin.

Miss Bennett leaned over my desk and placed her hand on my forehead. "Hmm... you are warm, but I wouldn't say you have a fever. Could something else be bothering you, honey?"

I stole a glance down her blouse and instantly knew I had made a mistake. I saw that hint of a grin again and knew I'd walked into her trap.

She stood up abruptly and made a show of buttoning up. "Ahem. Well. Perhaps we should continue our lecture from earlier, class. Eyes up front." She walked back to the podium at the head of the room, expertly acting casually while intentionally drawing attention to her top.

I heard snickers and whispers from all around me. "Did he just look down her...?"

"Was Barry perving on the teacher?"

"Ew! Did you just see what he did?"

My hands trembled and my heart felt hollow. I looked over at Morgan. She saw me... and looked away. Her lips curled down. Refusing to meet my eyes.

Class let out and I ran back to my dorm room, shutting the door and turning the lights off. I actually felt sick now, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget everything.

Eventually I had to get up and go to my other classes. I sat through them all numbly, sure that rumors of my perversity were already spreading across campus. I was afraid to look at any of my female professors, so I kept my eyes down. I felt more pathetic than ever, suddenly terrified of every female authority figure in my life.

After classes, I went back to my room and didn't even leave for dinner. As soon as I'm finished with this entry, I'm going to bed and sleeping for as long as I can.

I would like to end this entry by thanking my Mistresses for their generous training. My beta mind is unable to comprehend the magnitude of my Alpha superiors' beneficence. I know that they are truly making me better and that I should be grateful for their time and attention. I am lucky to serve such wonderful women.