Good Girlfriends Eat Properly

Chapter 37 - Good Girlfriend Protocols - Good Girlfriends eat properly

The rest of the class was deeply mortifying; having to answer that many questions alone would have been bad enough, but she could have sworn that she was glowing red with how obvious her reactions were to answering some of those questions. As the class had gone on, the belt intensified its shocks and its fingering with each incorrect answer given, reaching deeper and rubbing with more pressure with each correct answer, her squeaks must have been audible, surely?

As she rushes to the door, she glances at her notes and can't help be a little impressed by the detail and depth. The professor was a stickler for details, so she was well motivated not to give her any room for criticism that would result in more shocking fingers in the middle of class. But she would never admit that to the AI or Evan, not in a million years, they would probably use it as an excuse to do something even more mortifying and slutty, she thinks failing to hide her own grin and flush at the thought ('I want to be a Good Girlfriend, Obedience brings me pleasure' her mind whispers)

Rushing through the exit and fixated on her notes, she manages to tumble into one of her classmates, spilling her notes all over the hallway. Very few other people have left class yet, fortunately. As she looks up, she sees the classmate she hit is Alina, a long-haired blonde girl she had met once on a group project. She was gorgeously athletic with an unfairly tight and gorgeous ass, which she definitely totally had never lost herself staring at during the project .... kind of like she is right now. Emma helps her back to her feet, apologizing profusely before turning around and scrambling to recover her notes before her classmates get out and stamp all over them. As she bends over to pick up her books and notes, gathering them to messily before she turns to see Alina raising an eyebrow at her, smirking with humor and curiosity.

"Hi Emma, did you want to get lunch? Could use some advice on the class, you seem to be doing well and Ms schneider is such a stickler" she says earnestly but with a spark of mischief in her eyes as they quickly flick down to roam Emma's body.

"Oh, urm sure" Emma stutters out, still a little embarrassed and distracted by the whole event and kind of surprised by Alina's offer. Emma was not usually the most social of girls in her classes, so it was rare for someone to reach out but finds herself falling into pace with Alina.

As Emma walks towards the quad for a quick lunch sushi, she notices, to her confusion, that Alina keeps glancing at her and smirking. Emma's confusion continues to mount and after catching her for the fourth time she goes to open her mouth and say something before slamming it shut as her whole body flushes.

'When I bent over to pick up my notes! I must have flashed her the belt beneath this stupid dress!'

Now more apprehensive about lunch, she drags her feet while trying to hide her flaming cheeks, but can't think of a plausible excuse to get out of it. Besides, her stomach has started to rumble, and she should probably eat something.

As they approach the quad, she sees her favourite deep-fried donut place calling to her, after the day she's had.... After the week she's had ... she could really use something delicious and naughty to make her feel better. Emma beelines in that direction, almost dragging Aline in her wake before being pulled up sharply 10 metres away by a large shock that causes an audible yelp.

"That's a bad idea Emma, Good Girlfriends stay healthy" the AI whispers in her ear.

As she stands there staring longingly at the cart, the smell wafting straight into her brain, she contemplates, for the first time in a while, just risking the consequences of disobeying the belt before Aline catches up almost having to jog behind your enthusiasm and asks, "are you okay? You looked like you stubbed your toe or something?"

"Yeah, something like that" Emma says nervously in reply, still contemplating making a dash for the cart as she sways side to side on her tiptoes, as though an intangible barrier separates her from her treat.

"What are you waiting for Emma?, you look ****" she paused for a moment, looking initially confused but slowly transitioning to a more mischievous but knowing look as something occurs to her.

"Are you not allowed or something?" She says, grinning before she walks up to the cart and orders a treat, turning over her shoulder and flicking her hair she gives Emma a smug look, taking a slow sensual bite of the treat while making constant eye contact as she wanders back.

"I'm right, aren't I? You're in some kind of kinky relationship, aren't you? Is your Dominant making you eat healthy?" She leans forward and whispers in Emma's ear, "Is that the same reason he locked up your pussy?" She says, grabbing Emma's ass through her dress and feeling the edge of the belt around her waist.