Cringing inside I only hope what she says is true. The scorn that drips from her words makes me quiver in side. I’d not been brought up with other babies in me parents house. Ma had never talked to me ‘bout this stuff….she didn’t even talk ‘bout sex. I mean I got a bra when she thought I needed it…she told me ‘bout the bleedin’ when it happened. But nothing else, so how wuz I supposed to have known ‘bout these devices an all. Sinking lower on the table me shoulders drooped, all I could do wuz nod me head an let her do what she wuz a gonna do no how. I wuz a student and she wuz the professor.

Lips at least are warm an soft, this was mechanical an devoid of any sort of feelings or warmth. The rubber rims cold an impersonal. The plastic hard upon me soft flesh as she placed it upon me round orbs. Latex covered hands worked the devices in place making it all seem even more clinical.

Pressure hit me nipples, pain as well like a hundred pins pressing in on them all at once o’er an o’er gain. The gasp that escaped me lips came of the surprise…and then it pulled its first tingling thread of milk. A feeling of immense relief settled o’er me an left me shoulders relaxed as pleasure replaced the pain. Relief….relief that the milk was leaving me body, leaving me heavy swollen breasts an letting me feel like I had. Insides quivered once ‘gain making me think that in the privacy of own room I’d have had out Hanaji’s vibrator an been sitting in a warm bath. As mechanical as that sounded it would have been far more enjoyable an personal that watching me milk go down a tub was. Each leg swung in an out as I squirmed upon the table. Finally curling me hands round the edge of the table I proceeded to grip it like I had, hopin’ that nobody noticed me distress at the way the sensations made me feel an all.

Now like me mama said, only two people should ever see that part of yur body an all an that wuz yur doctor an yur husband. Well, me....Hanaji got to see that part of me….after all we wuz married now. Pulling on the band of gold an diamonds upon me finger as a reminder while I worked through this thorny lil problem. The Professors were referred to as doctors but then thar wuz them students. My fellow students.

“Ma’am….I…like a bit uncomfortable with all this….like If yur a doctor an all”, pausing before I hastily added “an you are.” I really wanted a dressing gown…an a place to change in privacy if they wuz gonna invade me most privates of private. Glancing once more at all the shinny tools an such….none of which looked all that fun to have in me or near me. That an given the last little bit with the pump an me breasts, well, this might not be fun at all. “Please, could I at least have one of them gowns to cover me a bit … an a place to change for we do this exam. I need at least a lil privacy an I already feel funny enough bout sitting here without me top an all cause it make me a bit uncomfortable.” It really didn’t matter none how clinical or impersonal this wuz…cause it wuz personal to me like.

I looked into those cold distant eyes with their implied demands an hoped….hoped at least she would understand that having me all naked in front of these others being used like a living breathing mannequin for all our education wuz not making me happy. I shook a bit, not sure if she demanded it I could go through with it. I mean teachers ask an you do. They were in charge an you weren’t supposed to make thar job no harder. But …oh but, this seemed to be pushing on the bounds of all that was descent. Reaching up tween me swollen breasts I griped the golden crucifix…an prayed…prayed she would see me way an not ask me to bear such a heavy burden.

The ringing bell almost made me jump from me skin of sorts. Saved by the bell became a very real thing for me in that moment an I brought the golden crucifix to me trembling lips and thanked the lord for this miracle. For the first time since I’d been told to remove me top I relaxed…could feel it in me shoulders as suddenly everything seemed to unwind like a rope in the wind. Glancing once gain at the floor an spying the pearl colored button glittering in the fluorescent lights. Some how me bra and shows had disappeared….or had I jus worn the stockings?

Hanaji would enjoy these….an perhaps me breasts I thought waiting for the students to leave so I could get back the jewelry that even after jus a few weeks I felt naked without. Strange that. That a simple gold ring could make me feel even more naked when on display, an yet standing here I could feel much the same cause I didn’t have them. I shrugged into the shirt, leaving it unbuttoned till I could get me jewelry back.

The girls walked by, each with thar own lil look. For one defiantly it wuz a thankfulness they weren’t the one at the front of the room. For Amanda, the look wuz very different. The touch, perty pink fingernails trailing across me breast came as no surprise for one that had been so brazen as to play with me turgid nipple when I’d offered me self to the class. Lookin back, I suppose that had been a bad move, it set a precedence that I wuz available an that wuz as far form the truth as could be. That an the rings….Lord I wuz glad they hadn’t seen the newest edition….one that I’d received in a hazy dream of lust, desire, marriage and a priest that jus didn’t seem right. That day hurt me head even now. Hanaji’s smile reminded me on a daily basis that it had happened…an well she wuz happy.

Amanda’s final gesture upon parting set me breath still. Yeap, I think she had a very wrong idea. It might be Hanaji’s idea to have another in our bed for me to be a mistress of, but it wuzn’t mine no way. Turning from the door I put me back to Amanda an any further problems an issues of this sort, hoping that she wouldn’t be waiting for me.

“Ummm, Professor Hannigan, ma’am, ah, could I have me jewelry back an like could you teach me how to take um off….Like I had no idea they could come off cause like I tried an it jus didn’t work an all. But now, I kinda grew used to um an I’d really appreciate it.” Reticent or not, I’d really like them back an this wuz it. I’d have rather jus walked outta this room an thought ‘bout what she meant, but I couldn’t yet.

Blinking in the dazzling light with eyes grown custom to the dark I waited while me mind wandered with the issues of this class. the instructor informed me heavily. Her words 'gain echoing through me mind as I tried to gain answer to me puzzle. Another clue in those words an I grasped it…held it knowing that she an possibly others of this faculty knew about the rings an how they worked…perhaps they knew the significance an how I’ve come to have them. Each thought made me mouth an lips wiggle.

I brushed the loose hanging fabric from me chest to reveal once again the full bare breasts. ‘how did they come to this decoration….how?’ I felt heat rise in me at her praise of my abilities. Standing a bit straighter, taller, my 5’10” frame now looking o’er me teacher. For the first time I realized jus how much taller I wuz…she’d seemed such a giant….an then the stern voice continued as she grew once again. Leaning gainst the familiar table in me stocking feet I waited an listened. She wuz a strong woman this one, I envied that, an hoped perhaps I could be the same. Hanaji seemed to really need it with her wanting a mistress. Perhaps I should emulate this one for her….I almost laughed, but then my professor would never have understood, so I stifled the bubbling mirth and treid me hardest to remain as passive as she did.

“Yes Ma’am….I…I wuzn’t really ready for the way the class would go of sorts. Like so hands on, an me being the one hands would be on.” Looking down at her chin I continued, hesitating tween the words….”will…ah…I be the … hands on next class….or does it rotate like?” I really wanted to know more bout the rings…”Please….could yah tell me a lil ‘bout the rings…I promise to be real good like…like I’ll be strong an ….but it, … I’ve been wondering ‘bout them…. How an why an such. It’d help me overcome being shy an all cause the lord says you should wear clothes an that’s the way I wuz brought up but this being only girls an it being for science an all as a part of class I can try to gbe better ‘bout it, though one of them hospital type gowns would be real nice an a private place to change so like I wusn’t like all hanging out. Oh, sorry I got to rambling a bit thar….jus so much to learn an do an I got sooooo many questions ‘bout stuff. I’d never been taught none of this stuff about a woman’s body in me life, not even Ma would tell me this stuff so I be way behind….an I can’t get a text book as the bookstore don’t have none left….Could I get one of them?” I stopped talking as a seeing her eyes kinda go real cold…so I waited, an hoped for sum good answers….

Somehow I am yet adorned by gold that glitters in the bright overhead lights. Once ‘gain something happens an I have no idea how. The where of me bra as well, an me shoes an the strange nylons I now wear. Three more questions to go unanswered on this island of hidden answers. You’d think I’d have had one answered…three strikes on yur out sort of thing.

Fingers worked at me buttons while me mind worked at the problems before me. Listening to every word with rapt attention, an fumbling fingers for all me effort an all. The top two buttons undone as me teacher hands me the silver disk. Smiling at the thought of watching with hanaji…an perhaps I’ll try the shots on her…an enjoy me self some since I will still be generating milk for a bit It seems.

I gather up the black box at me dismissal an turn, me feet soft upon the cool lifeless floor an head out the door to a world of delight. With a spring in me step as I look forward to me weekend I hum a bit, picking up a tune in synch with the heat that pulses in me insides in pure anticipation.

The door hisses open at Cassie's approach, admitting her to the realm of sparkling halls and primly dressed students. Last words were audible as metal panel slid into place behind her. "Yes....yes of course. It worked as expected....the subject didn't seem to notice..." Hannigan's voice fell away as if she was leaving a world behind, stepping into a a freer, more natural environment. Cassie's little shoes made a soft swish agaisnt the tile floor. "Ummm...Cassie?" a tiny, quaking girl was speakign to her. Flushed about the edges of her cheeks and twisting the bottom of her regulation blouse in both hands, she kept her eyes to the floor. Determinedly she thrusts out a photograph. "Uh...some pictures were taken and um...the others thought you should have one..."

The girl had run away at that point, leaving Cassie with the sharp photograph and a fleeting image of her fluttering skirt as she fled down the long hallway.

She sat within the crystal beam of light, harsh and constant. Her hair was scarlet, her skin porcelain pale. The vivid hue of her hair spilled down her shoulders and along the curve of her breasts. Her bottom was pressed flat atop sleek metal, arms held demurely in her lap. Her chin tilted down and away, lashes falling over her eyes and casting dim shadows down her pinkened cheeks.

The photograph was stark in it's portrayal of a singular image. An image of her. Her upon the lab table. Her hair framing her face, bare chest devoid of decoration or modesty.

Her nipples stood out in sharp relief to her naked bosom, crimson as her tresses and crested with droplets of frost. She was angled away from the viewer, shoulders hunched and hands clasped tight so that the bones of her hands made creases in her skin. Those fresh, soft lips were made a determined line, chin taut, eyes pointed away with steady purpose.

In her room, Cassie's computer screen blinked. New message for you! Many messages in fact.

From: Amyxxx23
Subject: Study?

Hey it's 'Manda. We get get together and get that homework assignment done....with your practice, I'm sure you can teach me how to do it jsut right

From: Melissagurl
Subject: OMG

Wow, you're so brave to get up in front of the class like that. I swear I'd have ran out of the room if Miss Hannigan had held that needle out to me! By the way, did you get a recording of the class? I need a copy

The email screen waited, infinitely patient. The cursor blinked on and off, counting the time in silence.

Her belly was slim beneath her bounteous breasts, streaming with the ambrosia of life. It curved outward with her breath. The swellings of her hips were fertile hills that vanished into the sea of sapphire and pleated waves that was her skirt. Tumbling locks hid half of her face coyly, her skin flushed with shame.

Class starts again in a week.

The Photo in me hand…a nightmare in the making. All I had tried to do, to be good, to listen an obey an now this. Me pulse felt hard an me hands trembled. The implications, jus thinking on um made me skin go pale an me heart race a bit more. If the admin got this I might face demerits despite it being fur class an all….I leaned ‘gainst the stark white wall, an thar I cried. I cried that it all could have gone so horribly wrong. From elation to pure dread in jus a second. Could this really be life, the life me lord an savior wanted me to lead.

With head down I trudged home, each step jus another in a series that lead to me doom. What would happen next week when the whole school had the picture. If thar be any salvation in that picture it wuz that the golden rings were gone. To share them with a lover wuz one thing…to share that bit of me life to the world quite the other.

The key card once gain opened the door to me private sanctuary with a low click of metal sliding back to allow access. All down the hall girls ran an played…the weekend had started an while it might be a tad tough to get things that numbed the senses it wuz not by any means impossible. Already it appeared that more than one person had begun the party.

Quietly I entered me room, the door closing to the chaos of the hall and giving way to a place of peace. A sanctuary I shared with me love, me partner. Twisting the ring about me finger a padded to me room, wondering if Hanaji wuz even here. A ring…a simply band of gold an carbon that meant more than I could ever say ‘bout were we had gone. Now, all wuz threatened by that picture…what would she think.

The computer beeped an I scanned he messages. Noting them, an choosing to ignore them as I had more pressing business. Fingers flew across the keys and the letters appeared upon the screen one after another.



I ignored the other two, too embarrassed an not at all sure that the recording I thought I might have would go to good use or bad. Slipping it into the computer I watched as the red haired girl sat nervously swinging her legs an doing what ever the teacher asked. I winced a few times…still, this was no way for a proper girl to behave, cept the professor wuz in charge. But next week….next week she wanted me to be thar an to take off me bottoms. Cringing inside I had to think ‘bout this given the camera incident.

‘Well Cassie girl, at least yah don’t have to stick yourself as the milk is already thar an all yah have to do is take down your observations an thoughts an all,’ I silently spoke to me self.

I hit the keys once gain.



The next….one after a another in an endless stream. Dutifully I answered them till me last one….




Send….the blinking lil pointer paused o’er the button an with a click the mail left. Leaning back in me chair I sighed…then thought for a moment an wondered why in all the world I’d mentioned me roommate at all. Perhaps Amanda’s straight forward attitude scared me a bit. I didn’t want nothing happening an Hanaji would be jus the buffer. Well I hoped she would, cause this could go real bad if she decided I needed both of them licking me boots…an other things.

“Hanaji” I yelled…I’m back, suddenly the terror of class wuz left behind, flooded by what would be called pure lust by some an love by others.

Next Friday.

Class was again in session, the minutes ticking like an inexorable countdown. Anatomy class was in only five minutes. As her peers flounced down the hallways with books clasped to their breasts, chatting about lunch and their plans for the weekend, Cassie could feel the print note rumpled up in her pocket.

The photographs are approved study material.

--Prof. Ruth Hannigan M.D.

That is what the note read. That and nothing else. "Heya Cass!" Amanda fairly tackled the distracted girl from behind, throwing an arm across Cassie's shoulders and flashing her a big smile. "Got your homework?" She held a wide vial of white milk up to demonstrate her own studiousness. "So I bet you're looking forward to class huh?" She asks inanely, walking down the hall with the redhead in tow. "Oh hey Julie!" in a flash the young woman was bounding down the hall to greet somebody else; not without a parting grope; the metal door of Anatomy 666 looming at the left end corridor. The guard grinned at her again. He winks. She's given no time to examine this peculiar behavior before a press of prim bodies bears her along into the class. Electricity buzzed intermittently through the incandescents hovering beneath the ceiling

Miss Hannigan was not at her desk. Nevertheless, the students took their places in the dimly lit seat, rifling through their notebooks in the overly refridgerated air. A few photographs exchanged hands as the girls began to compare notes, allowing Cassie to view a few glimpses of pale flesh displayed on the small glossies. The break was short lived. Instant silence descended as the teacher strode briskly into the classroom. She was toting a plastic container with a black handle set in the top, rather like a deep bottomed lock box. She slaps this down upon her desk and flips the lid, pointing to the class. "Homework. I'll need to see all yoru assignments. Bring them up to the desk." Bent down over her work, she made marks upon a printed list, confident in her authority as her instructions were followed without her enforcement. One by one the girls filed down to hand over their vials of milk, and she received them while still writing, placing them within the container with a single, careless hand. "Uh...umm..M-miss Hannigan?" The professor's writing hand scratched the paper. "Yes?" "Uh... I ..." The professor blinked, frowning. "You don't have your homework." It was a blunt statement. The quavering student cringed under her stare. "I couldn't do it Miss Hannigan. I'm afraid of needles and..." Steely eyes fell back down to the crimson spotted lines on the desk. "Go to the office." The girl's eyes widened. "But Profess.."
"GO!"
The teacher surged forward out of her seat, slamming her palms down on the painstaking polish of her cherrywood desk. Her face was livid, arms shaking with rage. The student paled and fled from the room in a hurry, making loud slaps on the tile with her shoes. "Did anyone else forget their homework?" The cold tone brought no answers. Hannigan's tongue clucked agaisnt the roof of her mouth. "Good." Her bitter gaze fell on Cassie. "How about you Miss Smith?"

The smiles, the press of bodies, I would normally have laughed along with um all, would have fun an joked. I loved school an the people you met….but this time I felt violated of sorts. Felt like I wuz being used an nobody really cared. Amanda…the blond hair twirling in her wake met me in the hall. A warm hug, perhaps asking for something more, even her emails an our “study session had been like that” I’d had the feeling that she wuz waiting for something more….like she took those photos an had studied every inch…and then closed her eyes in the solitude of her tub….I shook me head to shake the thought…

This greeting an the firm hand upon me bum made me realize that she did indeed have other designs. If I’d been more like Hanaji, or a mistress I ….hmmmm…..I needed to stand up for me self with that one…make her think twice about it all.

Waiting till the professor came, bags in tow, an I shuttered to think of what would be in those bags. What was she planning….I didn’t need me naked bum going round campus in nice big glossies, but somehow I had a feeling it wuz ‘bout to happen. So I fell in with the rest of them girls an stayed at the back of the line. I had me homework, an even an extra beaker from me roommate. I mean if yah gotta play mistress yah can have sum fun with it.

The altercation drew me attention, an I cringed for the girl … cringed even more as she ran form the room to go to the principles office. Maybe, jus maybe I wuzn’t the only one to be picked on. In some ways this might work in me favor...perhaps, thar be a new class guinea pig for the teacher to poke an prod. I hated the way that made me feel, but thar be no denying it did warm me a bit in the cold air of the room.

The harshness of her voice I had forgotten, the way it could demand so much. “Yes Mrs. Harrington, right here…an the one from me roommate, I hope a lil extra work is not a problem like.” That extra work had been great fun….an the way we were soon rolling round the floor both of us trying to suckle at the same time … an me …well I get to win with Hanaji. The beakers disappeared into the black bag an the pen scribbled upon the page. I turned, then hesitated not certain if it wuz even worth going to me seat or not…then ‘gain I needed me notebad anyhow so started to walk away…click…click…click…the boots heals clicking on the tile floor. It wuz jus a small uniform violation an I liked me boots a lot with them long heals an knee high tops. The black leather seemed to caress me bare feet like a lover.

Once ‘gain I felt small an uncomfortable in this room…chastised for me slip of the tongue and knowing I’d just called attention to meself in a class that it wuz a bad idea to do if yah wanted to keep yur clothes on. How I’d been the one the first time was still a bit of a mystery. But now, the other girl having not returned yet…an me screwing up me professors name in front of god an everybody wuz gonna come back an haunt me … I knew it. So I went up the stairs an slide into the uncomfortable chair in silence, me bare arms sliding up with goose-bumps from the cold

Why it had to be so cold in the classroom wuz beyond me…opening me lap top I got out the styles and popped an IM to Amanda…

“Yah don’t suppose its this cold in here to match her heart “

Giggling under me breath an keeping the sound turned off an all. Shivering I looked back up an watched as the stern woman stepped to the front an slapped her stick across the board. The sound brought memories of a stick across hanajis rump last night for not obeying me when I’d told her what needed doing, an that brought a really nice feeling rolling in me gut. Each slap of the stick reminded me of another time….another place as I really did try an take good notes….

An then it happened. Jus like I prayed it wouldn’t, but then the lord works in mysterious ways. Me name rang out in the room an me heart sped up jus as fast. Thump, thump, thump deep in me chest. It really scared me now, cause last time I’d barely been saved by the bell from having to drop me knickers an all. Gathering up me tablet an styles I made sure all them other programs were closed cept me notes and stood…breathing hard an a really trying to relax as me nerves played hard to control.

Click….click…click, a measured stride as I stepped towards her an down the short staircase, at least this time the swish of the short school shirt would be showing plain white cotton….though If she wuz gonna have me taking it all off I wondered why I had bothered ‘cept it wuz school policy an I’d already gotten detention once. That time, Oh I wuz in real trouble…me steps slowing as I desperately tried to come up with a plan of some sort. That time in detention I’d woken up naked …more than naked cause somebody had seen to all me hair being gone from its proper place. I wuz a gonner, me reputation in the toilet or worse when they saw the clean shaven mound and the golden ring across me hood. Me throat bobbed like I was trying to swallow a whole apple as I gulped in dismay.

“Professor Hannigan…umm….me ‘gain?” the words seemed hard to get out as I forced meself to breath kinda regular, standing before that white lab coat wishing the other girl had gotten back from the office in time to be the scapegoat of the class….Amanda wuz gonna have a field day and would be wanting space in me bed after this I reckon.