Chapter 2: Settling In

It had been a confusing, conflicted last 48 hours in Daniel Reed’s life. It certainly did not happen as he would have predicted. Was he still Daniel? Or was he, as Professor Lauren Carlyle called him, Daniela? As he prepared to tutor Charlotte Richfield in math once again he reflected on the events of the past two days.

And so things had changed. He still continued to live life, but the conditions of that life had changed somewhat. Now as he sat the last of his books out on the study table, he wondered what Charlotte would say we she saw him in the tangerine gingham mini-dress he wore over the red satin bra and panty set the professor had insisted he wear today. He heard the bell at the front. That would be her. Daniel braced herself momentarily against the table the vibrating of the plug in what she insisted he call his pussy increased for some reason. His eyes lidded momentarily and he sighed, his face partially hidden by his new curls. He had been so horny these past couple of days, so horny and unable to do anything about it because he had been locked away in chastity as a part of the study. And now at exactly the time he had hoped it wouldn’t be, all the thoughts he wished wouldn’t find him had. At least he didn’t have a boner. Perhaps this chastity thing wasn’t so bad after all. Standing up, he smoothed his face with his fingertips, checked his make up, and started towards the door.

“Oh, don’t you look cute today?” Charlotte smiled, stifling a giggle behind her hand when Daniel greeted her at the door. “Was this your idea?”

“Oh no, no, not at all,” he insisted waiting to take her jacket. It was fortunate that his cock was indeed locked away for she wore a very short pair of cutoff jeans and a light blue T-shirt tied at the midriff beneath it that were more or less painted on her gorgeous body. Her matching heels only accentuated the difference in height between them. “It’s part of the study I’m taking part in for Professor Carlyle. Some kind of behavioural science thing,” he added dismissively trying to minimize his wardrobe. “I have to live here for the duration and wear some weird stuff, the hair, the make up, but it pays well and room and board is free.”

“So all of our tutoring will be here from now on?” she asked bending at the waist to pick up her pack which she had left fall to the floor, facing away from him as she did so.

“Um ... yes ... yes, we will, it will,” he stumbled nearly swooning at the view of her rounded cheeks and the underside of her breasts which he could glimpse through the blonde girl’s legs.

Charlotte smiled at the expected response to her display. She pretended to fish around in her satchel a bit holding the pose flexing her hips slightly as she did, pushing the envelope. She had felt her tutor’s eyes on her the first time they had sat at the same table. She had been toying with him ever since. Straightening up once more, she turned to Daniel once more who was trying hard to hide his frustration. “So where are we going to do this?”

“This way,” he mumbled, bowing his head and hurrying past her.

Eventually, the two settled at the big table in the study next to each other after the grad student had quickly fetched a pitcher of water and two glasses for them and began going over some of the math she had been having difficulties with. Though he tried to keep things as professional as he could between them, the vibrating within just kept increasing over time. While their relative proximity had never a problem in the past, his increasing libido was making it one now. All too soon he found himself trying to hide his subtle squirming and occasional sigh even while the tits of the 20 year old brushed up against his arm when she reached across him for whatever it was she had decided to reach across for.

“Is there something wrong Daniel?” she finally asked, her watery blue eyes looking deeply into his brown ones as she fluttered her eyelashes.

“No, no, I’m fine,” he blurted, downing the rest of the water he had poured himself. “Just ... fine.”

“Are you sure, you look flushed?” she followed up looking concerned. “I can see you’re wearing a bra under that. Are you wearing panties as well? Is something to tight? Would you like me to check?”

“No, no, I’m fine really,” he tried to protest, but it was too late. She had stood up and dragged him to his feet with her.

“Nonsense. Let me look Daniel,” she admonished gently. “Don’t give me a hard time.” And with that she carried out her tactile inspection by undoing the back of his dress and letting it fall to the floor. “Hmm, red. We match, that’s what I’m wearing under this too today. Oh yes, this is on too tight. Here let me take off your bra and let you breathe a bit, she suggested, unhooking the garment and sliding it from his shoulders. “Wait, what’s this?” she queried spotting the odd shape in the front of the satin panties he wore. “Daniel, are you wearing ... you are aren’t you? Let me see.” Hooking her thumbs she slowly pulled down satin that had been deliciously hugging his bottom until the chastity device holding his cock in check was exposed.

The grad student hung his head in shame. The one thing he had been hoping to hide was out in the open.

“Oh dear,” she giggled as he swayed slightly in her hold. “That is a bit of a predicament.”

“It’s part of the program,” he attempted to explain the words spilling out of him, desperate not to alienate the beautiful blonde. “The professor wants me to wear it so she gets accurate results. She has a niece that lives here, I’ve never met her, really I haven’t, but the professor says she is very pretty and that in order for the program to take I have to wear this so if I do run into her the study doesn’t get contaminated.”

Charlotte frowned as she listened to her tutor’s pleas, hiding her amusement. This one was so easy to lead wherever she wanted him to go. “So you’re saying she is so beautiful that you have to wear that or you’ll get a hard on whenever she’s around? I never noticed you with a hard on in the library,” she lied. “Does this mean, you like her more than you like me? I mean, I like you Daniel, but I’m no one’s second choice.”

“No, no, really, it’s not like that,” countered panicking. “I’ve never actually met her. Professor Carlyle is the one who says that, not me!”

“And why are you still squirming?” she demanded holding him by the shoulders while his hips continued to gyrate slightly. “Wait a minute. Bend over Daniel. Bend over and touch your toes.”

“Please, no,” he begged.

“Bend over Daniel. Do not fight me on this!” she reiterated firmly. She felt his shoulders slump slightly in her grip as he acquiesced to her command. Too easy. Pulling his ass cheeks apart, she spotted what she knew she find stretching his rosebud, a four inch dildo set to vibrate at a decent clip unless she missed her guess. “Hmmm. And I thought all your squirming was on my behalf. I guess you just don’t like me as much as I thought you did Daniel.”