After the pool party at Dr. Garcia's house, I had a month left until graduation. You might be justified in thinking I stopped using the audio files to increase my focus. You'd also be justified in thinking I would have stopped taking the experimental drugs. Well, you'd be wrong. Dr. Garcia tried to convince me to stop and she was successful in convincing Kyle and the others to end the research, but I convinced her to keep me on the program. And I can be very convincing when I want to be. In this case, it meant being on my knees between her legs several times a week. I also began dating Kyle. We figured out how to cum. We usually met in my room because I didn't have a roommate. He would call me a "Good girl," and I would get all squishy. I would call him a "Good boy" and he would start to get hard. A quick handjob or a few minutes in my mouth would get him to full attention. By then my pussy was already pulsating and ready for him.
We fucked like rabbits and learned that my using a gag was necessary to keep our encounters secret. Without it anybody walking by my room would know what we were doing. It was also a turn on. We fucked in every position we could think of on my bed, against my desk, up against my door and on the floor. It wasn't love. It was primal. Animalistic. And it felt good. Kyle could fuck me as long as I could take him without either of us cumming. But we always reached a point where being on edge ceased feeling good and we needed a release. I knew Kyle was in pain as his testicles would be swollen. I wasn't in pain so much as I was a greedy cum slut. I just wanted the pleasure. When we reached this point, I would grab my phone and text Dr. Garcia. If we were lucky, my phone would come to life with a Facetime call. By this point, he would be doing me doggie style and I would hold my phone out in front of me so Dr. Garcia and sometimes Robert could see both of us.
Dr. Garcia, or Mistress as she preferred, would question whether we had been good. If we answered yes, she would watch us struggle not to cum from anywhere between one to ten minutes before giving us the command we needed to hear. She always let me go first, thankfully, as I learned to love Kyle pounding into me during my orgasm. The gag kept my vocalizations at a dull roar, but it was obvious to anybody watching what was happening. After my climax subsided, I would slide forward and get on my knees in front of him. His cock always looked angry. But I felt blessed to aid in his relief. Sometimes that meant taking a facial, sometimes I drank his cum and sometimes my chest took his splatter. I loved taking his cum no matter where it was, except when Mistress gave him permission during my orgasm leading to a creampie. Sure, I came harder feeling him spurt inside of me, but after I came down from my orgasm high, I always worried about getting pregnant. Fortunately I now kept a supply of the morning after pill in my desk.
I also continued my therapy sessions with Dr. Garcia. I always felt better after talking to her not as a research subject but as a soon to graduate co-ed. She had already experienced my insecurities about graduating and being out in the real world. In fact it was her who offered me an alternative to delay that from happening.
"Lindsey, as you know, we have a ton of data to work through from the study and I think you could help. We have until the end of August to present our findings to our corporate backers. You're incredibly smart and I know you can focus on tasks. How would you like a Summer internship?"
I was honored that she thought of me as an intellectual and spending three months analyzing data did have an appeal, but I'd need to get a job to make ends meet once I was out of the dorm. An internship really wouldn't provide that. She seemed sad when I had to decline.
"I understand your position, Lindsey, but let me offer you this. An internship for this company, especially one working on this project, which is very important to the company, can get you in the door. You'll be on the fast track to a career position. You can stay here. Free room and board and the internship has a small stipend to cover your incidentals. If everything goes as I expect, next fall I am going to expand the trial and I'll need people to help administer it. I can probably also get you a scholarship to begin your post-grad studies. There really is no downside."
What Dr. Garcia was offering was a great opportunity, but the chance to live here really was the sweetener. The chance to get fucked by Robert as often as he wanted and the chance to service my Mistress as often as she wanted was something I couldn't pass up. I happily accepted the offer. My parents were not as excited that I wouldn't be home this Summer, but they understood the importance of an internship to get my foot in the door, that I wanted to start my Master's degree and were happy I would be living in a nice house with adult supervision instead of a rat trap cheap apartment.
At first, Dr. Garcia had me pour through other student's journals and quantify the recurring themes. It did seem like I had the best reaction and most benefit from the study. I noticed that only the girls in the study seemed to have sexual reactions. The guys, except for Kyle, did not. I made a mental note to ask why that might be. I also wanted to discuss what was in the pills. Dr. Garcia still had me taking them and listening to the audio files. I didn't want to stop because I was singularly focused on analyzing the research data and I knew the program was helping. I was so focused I didn't even notice Dr. Garcia walked into the room (I did have my headphones on) until I felt her touching the sides of my head, rubbing my temples and saying, "Relax, relax, relax."
When I woke up, I was in my bed. My shirt was unbuttoned as were my jeans and my hand was in my panties. And yes, I was aroused. I could smell my pussy. I had no memory of how I got here or what happened. But somehow instead of feeling scared, I felt warm and in peace. I pulled my hand out of my panties and sniffed my scent. I'd learned to appreciate the bouquet of my pussy. And its flavor as I licked my fingers clean. I stood up, prepared to go ask Dr. Garcia what had happened when I noticed a lacy piece of lingerie on the end of the bed. There was also a pair of handcuffs. This afternoon was getting weirder by the minute. I picked up the sexy looking garment and I felt compelled to try it on. Dr. Garcia or her husband had obviously left it for me. They must have wanted me to model it. I slipped my jeans off and took off my blouse. I also got rid of my bra and panties. The panties I jettisoned because they were soaked. I lost my bra because it would look stupid if I was wearing a babydoll.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I thought I looked cute. Well, sexy, but also cute. In the reflection I saw the handcuffs. I picked them up. They were not cheap play handcuffs. They had some weight to them. Obviously they were meant for me. I snapped one side around my left wrist. I was about to snap the other side around my right wrist in front of me, but I knew that wasn't right. It took me a few tries to secure myself with my wrists behind my back. But I also found it very erotic and my pussy found it very arousing. As I walked out of the room to find Dr. Garcia and her husband, I felt like I was a slave girl. And I liked it.
I found Dr. Garcia in her home office. She was working on the project, of course. She looked up at me and smiled. "Is there something I can do for you, Lindsey?" she asked. She did not comment on my change in attire or the fact that my hands were behind me.
"I know you have been stressing out over the project lately. Can I eat your pussy and help you relax?" I said.
She looked at her phone briefly, I guess to check the time. "I have a status update call in a few minutes." I was disappointed. But maybe Robert needed to relax. Then Dr. Garcia surprised me by standing up and pulling down her sweatpants. She always stayed casual on work from home days. She then pulled down her panties and sat back down in her chair.
"You'll have to be quiet. Crawl under my desk while I take my call," she told me.
I felt giddy as I walked around her desk, knelt down and crawled into the footwell. It was a bit cramped. I didn't have much room to move, but as Dr. Garcia slid her chair in front of me and spread her legs, I realized I had no desire to ever move. At least move further than leaning forward to position my head between her legs.
