For those who have read the first two chapters of this story it should be pointed out that this chapter and the next are told from Charlotte's perspective. I thought that it might give a more complete picture of each scenario, especially in the case of this chapter. Hope you'll enjoy it.
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The weekend had been interesting to say the least. I had always fantasized about being caught during one of my self-bondage sessions and had been pushing my luck ever more with each time I did it, but I had never expected it to actually happen.
George was the perfect housemate to push my luck with. He was a creature of habit and due to very few if any of his classes ever being cancelled without a significant amount of prior warning it was easy to predict his schedule.
Each time I had tied myself up, I had planned to be able to escape with ever less time to spare. And then it happened. At first it was just a normal, entertaining self-bondage session, but it became far more so once I realized I had been caught.
I did not know how much I would truly enjoy it. Not even in my fantasies did I imagine it to be so...invigorating. The orgasms I experienced that night were far more powerful and enjoyable than any I had ever experienced on my own.
The Saturday had been just as enjoyable, though I would not have admitted it willingly to anyone who asked. George knew though, he knew I had enjoyed it, and he obviously also enjoyed it himself.
He himself was the next greatest surprise of the weekend. He had never seemed to be the type to be into something like bondage, but his enthusiasm for it was just as great if not greater than my own.
The Sunday was a less intense. George mostly trained me to drop my towel rapidly each time he came into the room. So that I would be ready if it so happened that I ended up in the same room as him after I had showered.
I suspected that he did this in the hope of forcing me to expose myself in the presence of one or more of our housemates, but even though most of them did return that Sunday, I did not end up in that particular position.
Then the next school week started. George and I had the arrangement that we would go to and from classes together on a Monday, seeing that we both had chemistry in the morning and our Monday classes also ended at the same time. On this particular day however I did not have any afternoon classes due to no practical's taking place that last week and neither did George as a result of some of his lecturers still being away for a conference, but this still meant that we could leave together during lunch.
When I woke up I found George already awake and getting ready for the day. When he saw me he simply stated that he wanted to enter my room and that I was to join him. I followed, knowing that my next adventure was about to start.
He looked through my closet, selecting my shortest miniskirt, and a tight fitting white shirt which stopped just short of my belly button. "I order you to wear these to class today. What you wear on your feet however is your choice."
I was a bit surprised. "I was expecting something more elaborate, but very well master."
"I am not done yet. I furthermore order you to wear no underwear and you are not allowed to close your legs when you sit down. If anyone notices your lack of attire and stares, you are not allowed to impede their ability to look as much as they wish. You are however allowed impede any physical contact. Do you understand?" This was more like what I was expecting and I could already feel my nipples hardening at the very thought.
"Yes, master."
"Good. You may continue getting ready for the day."
What usually took me the longest to do in the morning was deciding what to wear, but with that having already been decided for me, I finished earlier than ever. Once I had gotten dressed I looked myself over in the mirror.
The miniskirt barely covered my ass and I was sure that anyone walking behind me up any stares would be able to see as much as they desired. The material of the shirt was also thinner than I thought and it was surprisingly translucent, leaving very little for the imagination, as such making it very obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra. The sight made my nipples harder, something that could immediately be seen through the thin material, and my pussy wet.
We drove to campus in George's car and stopped in the area we usually did. The place we parked was a large, open parking lot near a cafeteria, since most of our classes were near there, but George chose to park closer to the cafeteria than usual, especially considering how empty the parking lot was due in part to many students not coming to class for the last week, but I believed it was to make me climb out of the car where far more eyes were likely to see me.
What should also be noted about this parking lot, was that there were very few trees. And although it was close to our classes there were however many more parking lots closer to the classes, but both George and I preferred this one since we did not need to look for a parking spot each time. Both these attributes ensured that very few students ever parked here.
Sure enough I caught the eye of numerous male students who had recently finished up with their breakfast and their eyes continued to follow me as George and I headed to chemistry.
