***Mature audience only: 18+***
(mF+ Fdom interr wife humil)

MY FAVOURITE STUDENT JOB (v.0.9)
this is an early version
I will revise it when I have finished the whole story arc
for now (feb 2003) only the first 3 parts are available.

Comments and suggestions MUCH appreciated: bob_bir@yahoo.com

Enjoy!

Part 3


On week number three I was, once again, walking from 
the bus stop to my new work place when a car pulled over 
right beside me; the window rolled down and a voice from 
inside shouted: 'Come on, I'll give you a ride.'

I was Nadia, sweet Nadia who I wasn't sure if I really 
had sex with the preceding week (I mean, did it count as 
sex or not? I still wasn't sure). I opened the door and sat 
on the passenger side of the small Hyundai.

'I've got a present for you this week - No! Not that 
yet.' she giggled, 'But your little friend is definitely 
going to get inside something tight this week. Steve had 
the idea; well, he paid for it too, so I guess it's more 
like Steve's present, but I hope you will like it.'

'What is it?' I said.

'You're too curious! It'll be better if you wait, and 
besides, Steve said he wanted to see your face when you 
opened it.'


We arrived at the house a few minutes later. I 
recognized all of the cars so I supposed that nobody new 
would be present this week - unless they had come in 
someone else's car, that is. Nadia opened the trunk and 
told me to carry the two boxes that were there. Both 
weren't that big, brown wrapping paper, not too heavy, but 
not lightweight either: impossible to guess.

The front door was locked so Nadia knocked; Steve 
opened the door, looked at me and smiled.

'Hey! How'you boy?'

'Fine.' I said.

'Come on in guys.'

He took Nadia's coat and hung it in the closet. The 
Kitchen door was opened and I could see Carolyn eating a 
sandwich and Robert washing dishes wearing a pink apron.

'Is the dishwasher broken?' I asked Steve, who just 
laughed at my question.

'Hey, Carolyn!' he shouted, 'The boy wants to know if 
the dishwasher's broken.'

Carolyn finished the last bite of her meal and walked 
up to me. She had the pink cap in one hand and offered it 
to me.

'No Mike, the dishwasher's fine. As a little girl I've 
always dreamed of having a maid - no - a slave.' She 
pointed over her shoulder, with her thumb, toward the 
kitchen, 'Robert and I have a special marriage, sometimes 
we talks as equals, and sometimes I wear the pants and he 
wears the frilly skirt.'

'Oh.' was all I could think of saying.


She turned to Nadia, 'Well, why don't we go 
downstairs? James is already there.'

'Is Ashley there?' Nadia asked.

'No, not today, she was - you know - in that time of 
the month.'

'Oh, too bad,' Nadia opened her purse and took out a 7 
inch purple dildo, 'I brought her back what I had borrowed 
last month when I had to go away a week on a business trip, 
I wanted to thank her - it was useful.'

'I bet!' said Steve, 'You were never one to go long 
without.' He slapped her ass.

'I bought new batteries twice!' Nadia giggled and put 
the dildo back in her purse, and then we all followed 
Carolyn downstairs. I was still carrying the boxes and had 
put on my pink cap.

In the basement we found James lying on the bed, 
reading some magazine with a cover about the Columbia space 
shuttle. Carolyn told me to put the boxes down on the bed 
and I did.

'Lets talk about your salary Mike,' she said, 'we've 
discussed it last week after you were gone and Steve came 
up with a quite interesting idea.'

'But first, the presents!' Steve interrupted.

'Ah yes, that's part of it.' Carolyn said.

James put away the magazine and looked at us, visibly 
interested in what was going to happen next. What was this 
"interesting idea"? Salary? This could only be good, right?

'First, you gotta get naked,' said Carolyn, 'or no 
presents.'

I hesitated a little and Nadia moved behind me; with 
her hands around my hips she started to unbuckle my belt. A 
few seconds later I was completely naked in front of a 
fully clothed crowd; my penis was limp and I covered it 
with my hands.

'He's modest.' James said.

'Put your hands over your head.' Carolyn commanded.

I did. From behind I felt some kind of padded leather 
handcuffs being fitted over my wrists, I didn't fight it 
because I knew it wouldn't do me any good; I looked up and 
saw a big metal ring in the ceiling. A rope was padlocked 
to the handcuffs and it was then secured to the ceiling 
ring - I was totally helpless and vulnerable. Carolyn then 
proceeded to shave all of my pubic hair. I felt even more 
naked.

'You need a tan, man.' said James.

'Why did you shave me?' I asked.

'You'll find out soon enough.' was Carolyn's only 
reply.

Robert entered the room and Carolyn told him to show 
me his secret.

He walked to a spot in front of me, hooked his thumbs 
in the waistband of his shorts and pulled down; his penis 
was pointing downward, neatly separating his balls. His two 
piercings, one in the head and one behind the balls, were 
padlocked together! 

WERE THEY GOING TO PIERCE ME?

I panicked!

'Don't worry, that's not what I'm going to do to you,' 
said Carolyn, 'I just wanted to show you the principle.'

She then unwrapped and opened one of the boxes. She 
showed me what was inside; a strange harness with a bent 
metal tube.

'This is a chastity belt.'

'I thought they only made them for girls?' I croaked.

'You were wrong,' said Steve, grinning from ear to 
ear, 'we figured that you either wouldn't do you job 
properly if you had a constant boner but no relief, or that 
you'd lose motivation if you spent all your time playing 
with your little pecker.'

'So we figured a way to control you level of, er, 
motivation.' said Nadia, caressing my back.

'You will wear this twenty-four seven,' said Carolyn, 
'and I'll be the one with the key.' She showed me a small 
key. 'It's very professional and completely foolproof. Only 
a professional locksmith could open it, but I don't think 
you want to go there and drop your pants.'

'Tell him about the system.' said Steve.

'Yes, see, your salary is basically $50 per week, and 
you get a certain number of points every time one of us 
cums.' She pointed to the wall where a chalkboard had been 
installed since the last time I had been here. 'This is 
where we tally the points,' she continued, 'what those 
points mean to you, and I'm sure you'll care about that, is 
orgasms.'

She ripped the brown paper from the second box; the 
pictures on it were clear, this was an inflatable doll.

'She's called Sally,' Carolyn said, 'and she's your 
new girlfriend. To fuck her will cost you 100 bucks - she's 
a high priced whore-'

'She needs the money - she has to pay for all that 
plastic surgery!' interrupted James. Everybody laughed.

'Yes, well- As I was saying, she'll cost you 80 buck 
but only 35 points. The real prize is fucking the live girl 
of your choice - either me, Nadia, Ashley or anybody else 
who's there at the time - if she accepts, of course; you'll 
have to ask nicely. Since we're not whores, we'll only cost 
you 50 bucks but, and that's the catch, a random number of 
points. That's where Steve got creative.'

'Yeah,' said Steve, 'boy, to fuck those fine ladies 
you'll need a hundred points plus twice the day's weather - 
don't worry, in Celsius. So lets take today as an example - 
Robert, degrees please.'

'Minus 16.' 

'Okay, good. Oh, by the way, "minus" doesn't matter; 
it counts as sixteen. So we have a hundred plus thirty-two, 
you'd need fifty bucks plus a hundred and thirty-two points 
if you wanted to fuck a flesh and blood woman today.'

'But the weather isn't completely random!' I said.

'Yeah, that's the beauty of it,' said Steve, 'the 
summer should be a dry spell but I'm sure that autumn and 
spring will rapidly become your favourite seasons!'

'Each person has the responsibility to write down how 
many times they came on the board - They can't be forced to 
and you can't remind them to do so, understand Mike? - and 
then at the end of the day you roll a dice; the number of 
time we cum by the number on the dice equals your number of 
points. That's rule number two for you. And if you don't do 
your job properly we can punish you by deducting points. 
You'll always get your fifty bucks a week though, just by 
being here. If you have another job, you can use that money 
to buy release, but there's only one way to get points,' 
said Carolyn, 'do you understand all this?'

I nodded.

She then installed the chastity belt on me. I had 
gotten aroused during the explanation of how my sex life 
would now be, so Robert went upstairs to get an icepack. 

'From now on you'll also have to pee sitting down and 
I suggest that you clean the belt often and use a blow-
dryer - don't leave it wet after a shower!' 

Nadia got up on a chair and unlocked the padlock that 
held the rope to the handcuffs. She then removed them and I 
was free to inspect the belt. I wasn't too uncomfortable. 
The tube in which my penis was prisoner was too small to 
allow my member to swell much and the extremity was design 
in such a way that I could barely touch the head with my 
finger.

I got dressed and, to my surprise, there was no budge 
in my pants; this belt was totally invisible under my 
pants.

Nadia jumped on the bed and started to tickle James, 
he rapidly pinned her down and freed her breasts from her 
tank top.

'I don't think we'll need you down her today,' Carolyn 
told me, 'you need time to adjust to your new life anyway, 
we'd only distract you from your deep thoughts; go upstairs 
and help Robert with the housekeeping for half an hour and 
then go home.' She handed me two twenty dollars bills and 
one ten, 'see you next week.' She kissed me on the mouth, 
turned around and jumped on James back. Steve unbuckled his 
jeans, grabbed her legs and pulled; when she was closer to 
him his raised her cherry red skirt - she had no panties 
under - and slapped her plump behind twice. He then turned 
to me and said:

'Do what she told you, or I'm not writing down my big-
O's on the board.'

I closed the door and went upstairs. There, Robert 
handed me a bottle of Windex and told me to help him clean 
the windows and mirrors.

A few minutes later shrieks of pleasure came from the 
basement but it wasn't long before they were covered up by 
the vacuum cleaner.

I left after half an hour and went home. There I tried 
to find a way to masturbate but the belt just wouldn't 
allow me. I cursed myself for not having jerked off in the 
morning shower; last time I had relief was yesterday but I 
was already horny. I watched TV for a while and noticed for 
the first time just how many sexy shows and sexy ads there 
were. I can't imagine how bad it'll be after a week - I 
don't think I ever went that long without since I 
discovered how to masturbate.