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The week dragged on, but before I knew it, Friday at last arrived, and with it, whatever new lesson Mistress Syn had in store for me.
As ordered, I continued to watch the contents of the USB drive she'd given me three times a day, each time feeling more and more pathetic even as my cock strained against the confines of its cage. My traitorous member was truly enjoying reliving the torment of my previous lessons, even as the rest of me could scarcely fathom just how fucked my life had become.
There was just something about watching everything Mistress Syn had done to me that really hammered in the humiliation. It would be bad enough to simply remember it from memory, but to have to watch it all play out over and over on screen made it all the worse, as well as more real. There was no escaping the truth. Mistress Syn had me by the balls, in more ways than one.
Even so, late that afternoon when I received a text from her, part of me still shivered with a twisted anticipation at what was coming next.
The text consisted of a time, seven o'clock, as well as a number- 425, and I knew immediately what it meant. That didn't make me feel any better.
425 was a classroom number, one of the rooms in the nursing department across campus. I myself had never been there save for during a brief campus tour prior to my enrolment, but I knew the numbering of the classrooms and the buildings therein, and it quickly dawned on me that this was where I was to meet Mistress Syn and likely Jane for the latest of my lessons.
It had never occurred to me that whatever they had planned for me would take place on campus, in one of the classrooms, and now that it was, I was beyond nervous. While most classes had finished for the day, there always remained the distinct possibility of stragglers or staff or janitors hanging around the buildings.
Any number of people who could thus bear witness to my continued humiliation.
Still, I knew deep down I didn't have a choice. If I didn't go to that classroom tonight, Mistress Syn would ruin my life even more than she already had. Those pictures and videos would be released, and there would be nothing left for me but never-ending humiliation.
That said, a small part of me- the optimistic part if you will, clung to the vain hope that perhaps Mistress Syn would choose to unlock my cage and set me free tonight, both from my chastity as well as my servitude to her.
I doubted either possibility was in the cards, but it didn't hurt to hope.
A little before seven, I made my way across campus, making sure to stop by the ATM to withdraw a fairly large tribute for Mistress Syn, then headed for the nursing building. Even as it came into view, my mind reeled with worry as to what sort of lesson she could have in mind for me inside, as well as what would happen if anyone spotted us.
Outside the door, I took a deep breath and then headed inside. It was silent, the halls empty and dark, but at least no one else seemed to be hanging around. That was a plus. It took me a few minutes to find room 425, but eventually it came into view. Inside I could see a light, and though I was terrified about what awaited me, I knocked and waited.
After a moment, the door opened, and my eyes widened at what I saw.
Room 425 was a fully stocked medical examination room, much like one would find at a clinic or the hospital. And waiting inside for me, decked out in scrubs, were Jane and Mistress Syn.
Jane wore a pair of light blue ones which covered her body save for her bare feet, which she seemed to be showing off proudly. Mistress Syn, on the other hand, wore dark purple scrubs which matched both her hair and her makeup. Both of them eyed me with wicked smiles and as I stood there staring, I knew I was in deep trouble.
"Looks like our patient has finally arrived," Mistress Syn said with a smile. "Shut the door behind you and lock it Trinket."
I did as she ordered, feeling slightly better knowing the door had a lock, even though there were likely countless people on staff who would have a key. Then I placed the tribute on a nearby counter and dropped to my knees, where I waited for my Mistress's command.
"I don't know if you know this Trinket," Mistress Syn continued, stepping towards me, "but I'm in my final year of nursing. This week, we learned ALL about proper prostate health, and that got me thinking...."
My eyes widened at the mention of the word 'prostate', and almost immediately, I had a bad feeling I knew just what she had in mind. Something Mistress Syn quickly confirmed. "With finals coming soon, I figured I could kill two birds with one stone. Get some real hands-on learning, and give you your next lesson. Isn't that smart Trinket?"
I groaned in despair but knew I had to answer her anyhow. "Yes, Mistress Syn."
"Ah ah ah," she said, bringing her booted foot right in front of me with a thud. "Today you will refer to me as Nurse Syn, is that understood?"
With a gulp, I nodded. "Yes, Nurse Syn."
"Good patient. Now, take off your clothes and crawl over to the examination table."
As was the norm, I removed my clothes and placed them to the side, then knelt there bare-naked for a moment before crawling across the tiled floor towards the table beside which Jane and Mistress- or rather, Nurse Syn, were waiting. And once I got there, I stood up for the briefest moment before planting myself on the table.
"On your hands and knees," Jane began, and I positioned myself in such a way. I felt more embarrassed than normal, especially as my caged cock hung between my legs, where both Jane and Nurse Syn spotted it and giggled. "Hmm, the patients' balls seem awfully full Nurse Syn," she continued, poking at my swollen testicles.
"That's to be expected," Nurse Syn added, almost matter-of-factly. "If the patient has been doing his homework his balls would certainly fill up quickly with all that useless loser semen. And from the look of these, he certainly has been doing his homework regularly. Haven't you Trinket?"
"Yes Nurse Syn," I replied sadly. "Three times a day as you commanded."
"Such a good little patient you are," she said with a laugh as she poked at my caged cock. "Emphasis on the 'little' of course."
The two of them laughed out loud and my face turned red even as my cock began to grow within the confines of its cage once more. I hated the fact that such humiliation made me hard, but such was the power of Nurse Syn and the thoroughness of her lessons.