You Make A Friend

It turns out that this bathroom in particular isn’t as frequented by the student population. At least not at this hour of the morning. A few women use the restroom, but either are too busy or not interested enough to make use of you. Eventually one girl does, though.

You see her enter the bathroom about an hour into being chained where you are. She looks to be about your age, with dark skin and long curly hair. She’s wearing jeans and a white blouse and looks to be a freshman just like you. As she enters she goes to the sink, washes her face, and lets out a sigh as she stares into her reflection.

“Oh!” She says, surprised to see you as she turns around “…hi there.”

You weren’t sure how much conversation you were allowed to make with the women you were supposed to service, but you figured small talk was acceptable.

“Hi.” You say as casually as you could for someone chained up with his cock out “sorry if I’m interrupting something.”

“No, it’s ok” she says, looking at you as though she’s as new to the situation here as you are. “I’ve just had a rough morning.”

“Can I help?” You ask “I’m supposed to be here until I’ve satisfied 50 women. They didn’t specify that it had to only mean sexually though, if you want to just talk.”

This gets a laugh out of her, and she gets closer to you.

“I guess I’m just new to this whole thing.” She says, gesturing around her to refer to the university itself.

“Hey, me too. Only one week and I got stuck here.”

“Well maybe we can help each other out. I’m stressed and you need signatures.” She says, although she still seems a little hesitant.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want.” You say

“It’s not that,” she laughs nervously “I’ve just never done this with a stranger before. When in Rome though…” and she unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles, shortly followed by her panties.

She had a neatly trimmed but thick bush of pubic hair around her pussy, and looked into your eyes as she lowered herself onto your face.

“That’s a good boy.” She said as you started licking, and then “can you believe they actually have classes on being a dom here? It’s for women only, but it’s still crazy. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 5pm I’m supposed to sit in a lecture hall while they tell us how to boss you boys around.”

She was grinding her pussy on your face now as she kept talking as if you were discussing normal classwork. As she looked down at you she bit her lower lip, seeing you buried in her crotch.

“We’re supposed to call you ‘good boys’ and ‘good subbys’ when you please us and insult you when you don’t. Or just whenever we feel like it. I don’t know, I’ve, oh god…” her train of thought was briefly interrupted as she was hit by a wave of pleasure from your tonguing “…never really been that kind of dominant.”

You can’t really respond in your current predicament, but you still do your best to pleasure her by sucking her clit

“Oh, that’s a good boy.” She says before continuing “I’ve always been more of a gentle but firm kind of girl. Oh fuck!”

Her muscles tighten and her thighs shake as she cums in your mouth. As she recovers from the orgasm she sits on the floor next to you.

“And I believe in rewarding good behavior rather than punishing bad behavior.” Her hand goes to your erect cock as she begins to stroke it. The way you’re situated you’re unable to see exactly what she’s doing, but her hands feel heavenly as they jerk you off. You whimper, your hips moving uncontrollably as you get close to your own orgasm.

“Ask me for permission to cum.” She whispers in your ear

“May… may I please cum?” You say, finding it hard to concentrate.

“My name is Ashley. Ask me again.”

“May I please cum Ashley!”

“Cum for me like a good boy.” She says, and you do. Ropes of cum shoot out and cover your chest, the warm liquid feeling nice in the cold bathroom.

Ashley laughs, seeing the mess you made all over yourself and licks off a drop that had spilled onto her thumb.

“That was fun!” She said, getting up but not putting any pants or panties back on “if you’re still here later I’ll come back and use you again.”

She signs the clipboard, adding your second signature, and leaves the bathroom.