Monday morning, British Politics: People and Power, two hours worth of lectures all before 11am. Really, could my day get any worse? The shrill bleeping off the alarm clock still ringing in my head, 7:45, and definitely time to get up, i still had too much to do before my first class.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, eyelids still heavy and tired from staying up too late the night before. Not the best idea in the world, but i just had so much stuff to do, and so little time to do it in. Even as i trudge down the hall to the shower i'm running through a mental 'to do' list in my head, and silently groaning at just how much it has grown over the weekend.
The hot water gradually washes away the remains of sleep as i simply go through the motions of getting ready. Shampoo and conditioner, You like my hair long so i need to keep it in good condition for You, even if it means getting up a few minutes earlier every morning to make sure it gets a thorough conditioning. Then shaving, everywhere, again, a prerequisite for You, but i can't say i don't enjoy the sensation of soft, smooth skin under my fingers.
It's too early for most to be awake, and so wrapping myself from head to foot in a towel i make a quick dash back across the hall to my room, snuggling into the thick warm of the material, tempted, for a few seconds, to go back to sleep. No time, no time, i keep telling myself, but that pull of sleep will be present for another hour yet i should imagine.
It's almost 8:30 by the time i've moisturized and dressed, checking my appearance in the mirror a few times, adjusting little things here and there until i know they are correct. Muttering under my breath as things don't look as perfect as i know You would like. Fussing and changing until i have it correct.
There, my long red hair tied up into two high bunches that seem to bounce around my face like excited children, or perhaps more like i do when i know You are coming to see me. My tits pushed up into my new red bra, and just about forced into my white school shirt, the top two buttons left undone giving anyone and fantastic view of my cleavage, the third and fourth buttons threatening to burst. I know that shirt is too small, that's the appeal though isn't it? Short black skirt, just long enough to cover my ass as i walk, but certainly not if i need to bend over to pick anything up. Red panties underneath, and then my knee high new rocks, heels to make me seem taller, make the skirt seem shorter. School tie loose around my neck, hanging just where my shirt opens, immediately drawing attention towards my tits. I can only think what people must think, but i don't care, i know what You think.
A knock on the door startles me, and again i check the clock, there isn't usually any post until after 9am, and the cleaners don't usually come around until after 11am. Shrugging slightly, i open the door and glance around the empty corridor, confused. Just as i am about to shut the door i notice the small package on the floor, so easy to miss, but at the same time, so obviously placed for me.
I carry it into my room and sit down on the bed to open it, completely confused as to what it might be, and why anyone would be sending me anything? Everything is soon explained as i rip open the brown paper and a small handwritten note falls onto my lap. 'Pet, i want you to wear this for me today, as well as everything else i have asked for. Be a good girl, and enjoy your classes. - Sir' Rummaging around in the bubble wrap inside the package i finally find the hidden contents, my hand closing around a smooth cylidrical object. As i pull it clear of the packaging i smile, giggling slightly as i realize exactly what it is and what its implications for the rest of the day.
We've talked about remote controlled vibrators for a while now, ever since i told You how much the thought of them turns me on, just holding one in my hand has my stomach tight with anticipation, my pussy already dampening, i know i mustn't waste time, but one thing is bothering me slightly, where are You? How are You going to activate the bullet? It's obvious that You have the remote, but i have classes.
Shaking my head as i glance at the clock and notice just how long i have been daydreaming i quickly slip my hand under my skirt and into my panties, easily slipping the bullet into place, i'm already so wet for it.
Grabbing my notebook, pen and text book and keys i quickly jog down the stairs, checking the actual post box as i reach reception, smiling politely at the day porter as his jaw all but hits his desk, his eyes certainly not high enough to be looking at my face.
It's all i can do to not run to my first class, i'm already buzzing at the thought of what might happen today, i just want to get there and see what happens. Never has Politics looked so interesting.
Stepping into the lecture theater i take a deep breath to calm myself down before heading for a seat in the far back corner, it's not a case of hiding from the lecturer, it's just that if somehow You get close enough to turn the vibrator on, i don't want to be right at the front of the room where everyone can see. Up here is risk enough for me, especially as people start to file in around me.
For a few seconds i close my eyes and lean back against the wall behind me, i could so easily just doze off, even through all the excitement of my package, i can't deny the pull of sleep after getting about five hours sleep the night before.
The sudden and unexpected vibrations from the bullet deep inside my pussy yank me back to reality with a soft moan that i quickly try to cover with a cough. My eyes frantically searching the room for You, the range on these things isn't fantastic, You must be in the room somewhere. How? Why? Thinking rationally is getting harder though as the speed and strength of the vibrations increases. What are you trying to do?
And then just as suddenly as it started, it stops, and i still don't know where You are.
And the class is about to start, so my searching for You needs to take second place to paying attention to the lecturer, i know You want me to do well in my classes, so i must pay attention.
I don't know how much time passes, but my note taking leaves a lot to be desired, and the room is so warm i start to feel myself drifting towards sleep again, my head resting against the wall behind me. Oh, so sleepy. Sleep looks so much more appealing than my lecture, this teacher's voice droning on and on doesn't help. Why was i up so late last night?
Just as my eyes close and i softly sigh with contentment, my pen drooping from my hand onto the table You strike once more. Dragging me back to the present with the pulsing vibrations that make my insides melt and my skin flush as i grip the edge of the table to fight the sensations, biting my lip to hold back the moan. I can almost hear You "that'll teach you to fall asleep in class." But if anything my concentration is worse, my pussy tingling as You switch off the vibrations, my panties are already soaked and we are only half an hour into the class.
Taking another deep breath to calm down slightly i pick up my pen again and scan my eyes over the lecture notes to see where we are and what i missed, i'm going to have to put in some extra time in the library to make up for this lapse in concentration.
I still don't know where You are, but i know You control me, in every possible way right now. I can't fall asleep, i must pay attention, if You so wished You could push me right to the edge of orgasm right there in the middle of my class and i wouldn't be allowed to cum without asking You, and until i know where You are that is impossible. This really is my fantasy come true isn't it? You were listening to every word, and now You are making it real.
Another ten minutes or so passes by and not a buzz from You and i finally start to relax a little bit more, paying more attention to the lecturer as he approaches the area that i am struggling to understand the most. As he starts i hesitantly raise my hand, waiting for his eyes to sweep back around to my side of the room.
"Sorry, but umm.. Could you possibly just explain Universal Sufferage again? I didn't understand it fully last time and i've had no luck with the reading i've done since last week."
i hope You're proud of me, speaking out when You know i don't like to draw attention to myself. You wait until he has finished explaining and i have taken a sufficient volume of notes to ensure i wont forget in the future before switching on a nice low vibration, as if to say "well done, i'm pleased."
I had never thought that different vibrator speeds could say so much, but this does, or is it just me over analyzing? What does it matter, if i want to think You are talking to me through the vibrator speeds then that is what is happening until You tell me otherwise.