Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting bars of warmth across Lexie's bed where Hannah lay, her nakedness covered by the thin sheets. She stirred, eyes finally fluttering open to embrace the day with a blend of trepidation and excitement. The absence of Lexie's lithe form beside her was immediately noticeable. She assumed classes had stolen her roommate away early. Beside the pillow, a folded slip of paper caught Hannah's gaze.
"Morning, Hannah," it began in Lexie's scrawled handwriting, "won't be back tonight, staying with the boyfriend. Don't miss me too much! Oh, and two new rules for you: 1) Masturbate every day. I want that sweet pussy of yours craving attention always. 2) Keep our door wide open unless I say otherwise. You're far too sexy to hide away. I want everyone to get to see you. Enjoy! - Lex."
Hannah sat up, clutching the note as a shiver danced down her spine. There was no denying the pulse of arousal at the thought of her daily self-pleasure mandate. Masturbating was something she already did a lot, usually at least once a day. So that order by itself didn't really faze her. But panic laced its way through her veins, wrapping tightly around her heart. With the door always open, the possibility of exposure climbed from likelihood to certainty.
"God, Lexie..." Hannah murmured, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her feet touching the cold floor. Her mind raced, imagining the eyes that might soon drink in her exposed form. If she wasn't allowed to cover up and was mandated to masturbate daily, it was only a matter of time before someone walking by the room saw her playing or worse, walked in while she was in the act.
Hannah's own reflection in the mirror caught her eye, petite, dirty-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, the swimmer's build of her body all soft curves and toned muscles. She placed her hands on her hips and slowly ran them up her body, over her stomach and up to cup both of her 32C breasts. Giving them a light squeeze she then let one hand drift back down and settle between her legs, brushing up against her pussy. Is this something she could get used to? To be so exposed constantly, to be seen, to be desired so openly? Whether she wanted it or not, it seemed she'd have to find a way to get used to it.
"They're turning my world upside down," she said to the reflection. Her heart was pounding now, not just with fear, but also with anticipation. The notion of being constantly aroused, constantly on display, she had to admit it was intoxicating.
"Okay, Lexie," she spoke into the empty room, folding the note neatly and placing it on the bedside table. "Your rules. I'll follow them. Door stays open." She knew she ultimately didn't have much choice. Leslie and her crew had her solidly under their control, unless she wanted all of her nudes spread across the internet. And they'd extended that power to Lexie. Thankfully, Hannah felt her roommate wasn't nearly as sadistic and bent on ruining her as Leslie.
With a heavy sigh, Hannah rose from the edge of Lexie's bed. The chill of the room caressed her bare skin. Biting her lip, she strode across the small space separating her from the door. Her hand hesitated on the knob, a brief moment of resistance, before she turned it and pulled the door open with a soft click.
The hallway lay empty, quiet except for the distant murmurs of awakening campus life. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but the thrill of it set her nerves alight. With a glance that lingered too long, as if expecting an audience to suddenly appear, she turned back into her dorm room.
"Okay, let's get this day started," Hannah mumbled to herself. She approached the dresser, its surface cluttered with makeup and scattered jewelry, remnants of nights out and rushed mornings. From the top drawer, she retrieved a small cotton thong, sliding it up her legs. Her required nudity in the room was still a brand new development, but suddenly it felt odd to be putting anything on.
Her eyes darted to the clock. Time to get herself moving. She pulled on a pair of yoga pants, the fabric hugging her form, followed by a t-shirt and lastly, a hoodie. Fully dressed, Hannah could almost pretend everything was normal.
She skimmed through her textbooks and notebooks, grabbing what was needed and shoving it into her backpack. Snatching up her phone, she took quick stock and decided she had everything.
"Almost like any other average girl," she whispered, eyeing her reflection in the mirror. "Just another student heading to class, not some pathetic horny slut."
Hannah stepped out through the door, pushing it shut and locking it behind her, and then headed towards the elevators. Maybe today would be just another normal day for her like those she'd had before all of this had started.
Feeling content and almost like any other college student who hadn't been spiraling into some twisted, depraved submissive lifestyle, Hannah stopped at the student union building cafe to grab coffee and something to eat. Hannah's hands wrapped around the warmth of the coffee cup, the smell comforting as she navigated the sea of bodies in the student union. She could feel the weight of their gazes, sticky and curious, as if they were trying to peel away her hoodie by sheer willpower alone.
"Did you hear about the chick who ran across campus half-naked?" a voice murmured nearby, barely audible over the hum of conversation.
"Total exhibitionist. Who would do something like that?" another snorted, their words laced with judgment.
"Only half? I heard she was completely naked," someone else replied.
Hannah's cheeks flamed, the heat spreading down her neck. She wanted to shrink into herself, become invisible, but at the same time, the memory of her exposed skin, the thrill of vulnerability, sent an unexpected pulse of excitement through her core.
"Excuse me," she muttered, sidestepping a cluster of students who were laughing, their eyes darting to her and then quickly away. She hurried out, the whispers trailing her like shadows.
As she entered the lecture hall, Hannah found her usual seat and took out her notebook and pen. The hoodie now felt uncomfortably tight, as if suffocating her, and she glanced around the room feeling trapped. Her hands fidgeted witht the strings, torn between wanting to hide and wanting to free herself.
"Morning," her neighbor said with a casual nod, sitting down beside Hannah.
"Morning," Hannah echoed, hoping her voice betrayed none of the turmoil that gnawed at her insides.
The professor cleared his throat, beginning the day's lesson, but Hannah's attention was suddenly focused elsewhere. Words floated past her, terms, dates, concepts, all blurring into an indistinct murmur. Instead, visions danced behind her eyelids: Sandra's house and being used by her and Carla, the library study room and the taste of all those different cocks and pussies in her mouth, running across campus exposed, Leslie and her crew taunting her, Lexie's commanding presence, the open door, her own nudity an offering to anyone bold enough to look. There was so much to sort through, to process. And that was just from one day. What more would she be adding to that parade of thoughts? What other degradations awaited her?
"Are you okay? You seem... distracted," her neighbor whispered, leaning closer.
"Fine," Hannah lied, her tongue thick in her mouth. "Just didn't sleep well."
She shifted in her seat, willing her mind to focus on the present, to the more normal reality of notes and lectures, not the dark allure of her secret life.
"Pay attention," she scolded herself silently.
Yet, even as she scribbled down a few scattered words from the board, her body drifted back to thoughts of degradation. It was a battle between the student she was supposed to be and the submissive slut she was becoming, a battle she wasn't sure that she wanted to win. Hannah's thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations of her cell phone signaling a new message. She pulled it out and clicked on the notification, seeing a new message from Lexie.
