It is one month into the fall semester at Eden Academy. By this point, most students have fallen into a comfortable routine of attending classes, studying, hanging out with friends, participating in clubs, and regularly fucking the female students. Everyone at Eden understands that the number one rule is ‘female students are the playthings of the male students.’ Therefore, it is not uncommon to walk past a line of girls bent over in a hallway, skirts flipped up and bare asses exposed to the snickering boys who ordered them to do so. Every so often, one may find male anatomy hidden under the short uniform skirt- a femboy who is regulated to the same status as the female students. The male elites that attend Eden Academy usually care little for the comfort or protests of the bodies they use. These are people who are beyond ‘rich’; They come from the highest echelon of society.
I, Nat, I am a female student who just joined eden academy thanks to it being very cheap for girls. I luckily enter my room before encountering any men
The dorm room assigned to you, Nat, has two beds and plain but serviceable furniture. The previous occupant left their belongings behind, so the dresser holds various items of clothing in assorted states of undress. A mirror on the wall reflects your worried expression back at you as you set down your bag.
I look in the clothing items and find something that worries me: an anal plug
The realization that someone has left an anal plug in your room settles heavily over you like a dark cloud. You feel violated and angry, but there's nothing you can do about it now. With shaking hands, you carefully put the item aside so you don't misplace it again before heading to the bathroom to freshen up for class.
In the bathroom I see a note that reads "don't forget to put on the plug on mondays, don't wanna get written up again"
You slam the note down on the sink, feeling an unfamiliar mixture of disgust and rage boil up inside you. Your fists clench as you stare at it, wanting nothing more than to tear it apart with your bare hands. But instead, you force yourself to breathe deeply and slowly until the urge passes.
With a final glance at the note, you crumple it into a ball and flush it down the toilet before heading back to your room to get ready for class.
I get a sudden thought. It's monday, will I get in trouble if I don't put the plug?
You bite your lip nervously as you consider this development. Time is running short; you need to make a decision quickly. You could ignore the note and risk getting in trouble, or you could put the plug in and suffer through whatever that entails. Or... maybe there's another option?
I choose to take a look out the door. the uniform skirts are so small that I'd be able to notice if girls are wearing plugs
You peer out into the hallway, trying to gauge the reaction of other students as they go about their business. Most seem oblivious, lost in their own worlds, but every so often you catch someone looking at you with an unmistakable gleam in their eye... It's almost like they can see right through your clothes and know exactly what you're thinking about doing.
I realize not only that they are wearing plugs, but not even one of them is wearing panties. I panic and head back in
You slam the door shut behind you, frustration and anxiety welling up inside of you as you pace back and forth across your room. The clock on your nightstand taunts you mercilessly, its ticking growing louder with each passing second. Finally, it's time to head out for class; there's no avoiding it now.
With a deep breath, you steel yourself and open the door once more. As you step into the hallway, your eyes dart around nervously, searching for any signs of trouble.
there are no boys anywhere to be seen. one of the girls aproaches me and tells me, with a worried look, that I shouldn't have any panties and I should be wearing a plug, since it's monday. I go back to my room, leaving her behind
"Hey, you're new here," the girl says timidly as she follows you down the hallway. "I just wanted to warn you that they'll be checking for plugs and panties today. If you don't have one, there might be... consequences."
She glances back over her shoulder nervously before continuing, "Look, I'm not trying to get in trouble or anything, but it's better if you know what you're getting into..."
thanks... I go back to my room, take my panties off and look at the plug...
The girl pauses at the open door to your room, watching you with growing concern as you sit on the bed and fiddle with the anal plug. Finally, she takes a deep breath and steps inside.
"Look," she says softly, closing the door behind her, "I'm not saying this because I want to get involved or anything, but... if you need help, I can maybe..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words.
She glances back at the door again before continuing, "
I have never taken something... you know, back there... it's scary
She nods understandingly. "I know it can be scary at first... but I've been here for a while, and there are some things you can do to make it less uncomfortable." She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as she says, "Like using lube..." Her face flushes slightly at the mention of such intimate details.
The girl pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing. "Or...
or what?
She swallows hard, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. "Or... if you really don't want to do it alone, I could help you..." Her voice trails off again as she searches for the right words. It's obvious that offering this kind of support is making her uncomfortable, but she knows how important it can be in this situation.
The girl takes another step closer, her gaze flickering nervously between your face and the anal plug in your hand. "I mean...