Fool me once...

I shut myself in the bathroom stall and began to masturbate my clothes back to decency. In the moment, I had been too mortified to feel aroused by my exposure. But now, in the privacy of the bathroom stall, I found the thought irresistible and I closed my eyes and masturbated to the memory of being naked in class. I began to worry that someone might enter the restroom and catch me, so I clasped my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. The fear of being caught heightened my arousal and led from memory to fantasy. I began to imagine myself standing in front of the class giving my final presentation. Unable to stimulate myself, my clothes would slowly fade from existence, exposing my naked form to all the watching men. They would no doubt masturbate to the thought of me when they got home. I loved the thought of being the object of desire of so many. In my fantasy, rather than dashing for privacy as I surely would have in reality, I stood confidently and delivered my presentation to the crowd ogling my body. I looked deep into the professor's eyes as I spoke, and he, in turn, looked deep into my cleavage.

I brought myself very close to the edge imagining that scenario, but before the implant stepped in to prevent it, reality came crashing down. I would have to give a presentation this month. I actually wouldn't be able to stimulate myself during it and I would actually be exposed to a real crowd of people. As hot as it was to imagine, I'd have to make sure my fantasy wouldn't come true. Maybe I could get a remote control egg vibrator and leave that in me? They were a bit expensive though, and I was on a shoestring budget typical of a broke college student.

At least my clothes were opaque again. I checked the time and realized I was going to be late for my discrete math class. By the time I got there, the lecture had already started. I felt that I had missed some very key info in the first 10 minutes of the lecture, and now it was all greek to me. What the hell is an Eigen Vector? It didn't help that I also had to stroke my clit while trying to pay attention. My mind wandered back to my fantasies of public exposure. Why did such embarrassing scenarios arouse me so much?

Soon I felt another orgasm approaching, and once again I put too much trust in the implant. I came for the second time that day, but this time I managed to keep myself quiet as my clothes turned completely transparent in the blink of an eye. Nobody was looking back at me. As long as the professor kept writing on the whiteboard, he wouldn't notice that I was naked. Rather than stand up and draw attention to myself, I had to just keep going. Power through. My clit was very sensitive after having just orgasmed, and the fear of being caught was turning me on so I managed to bring myself back to the edge within only a few minutes.

This time though, I knew not to trust the implant to save me and managed to wrangle enough willpower to stop myself. A successful edge like that was enough to bring my clothes back to full opacity. Now that I was in the clear, I pulled out my laptop to check my code once again.

It seems that I had actually set it up correctly to earn myself one orgasm per one hour of studying, it was just that they were unlocked in blocks of 24. So now I had 22 orgasms left. Until I burned through those, I'd have to rely on self-control to keep myself from going too far and having an orgasm in the middle of my lecture.

The rest of the day was much more stressful than normal without the implant to keep me safe. And it required much more of my focus to carefully restrain my pleasure, so I wasn't able to pay as much attention to the lectures as I had before. This program was beginning to become counterproductive.