(This is a fictional story. All characters are 18+.)

This story is a continuation of Class punishment by a strict teacher (https://lemmynsfw.com/post/29990277). It takes place 2 years later at college.

My teacher became the dean.

A year ago, my former high school teacher, Mrs. Olivia Flynn, was appointed dean of the college. She immediately began to implement her new rules.

Word spread quickly: everyone knew I was the dean’s personal boy toy.

My balls and I were at the mercy of every woman here. Everyone could tell how desperate and horny I was from the chastity cage Mrs. Flynn made me wear.

“Hi, bitch boy!” Monica approached with a group of nervous freshmen girls who were learning the rules of the college. She was one of my classmates back at high school. Thanks to her natural unapologetic dominance she quickly become Mrs. Flynn’s favorite. Even though she loved being harsh with me, she exactly knew which strings to pull to get my devotion.

“Hello, Mistress!” I replied. Every male student must now address every woman as “mistress” or “goddess,” even fellow students. “What do you wish…?” Her hand slipped beneath my shorts; she grabbed my testicles and made me breathless from her crushing squeeze.

“Take your pants off and get on your knees, slut,” she commanded, and I dropped instantly.

“Now lick my pussy, bitch-boy.” She ordered, pulling her panties down and lifting her skirt.

I was met with the view of her pussy. The scent of her slit mixed with her sweat perfume entered my nose as my face leaned closer. A shiver of arousal rippled through my body as I felt her warmth with my tongue. I began to lick and kiss her pussy gently, focused solely on bringing her pleasure. I felt like a perfect, obedient slut, helplessly grinding my locked cock against her feet.

She stomped on my blue balls with her feet. The nylon stretched over her skin. She was wearing a pair of black stockings that made me want to worship every curve of her legs.

“Keep licking, loser,” she said, squeezing harder with her feet. I felt the weight of her other leg on my shoulder and felt her thigh pressed against my cheek, her dominant blue eyes flashing down at me as I was looking up to meet her gaze. I was reminded of my place as the new girls watched the scene with a combination of shock and excitement. They were observing and learning about the rules of this place. This was Olivia’s plan - to empower the girls to take control and learn to dominate men and to teach boys their natural place.

I kept licking; the salty tang of her wetness was hitting my tongue. I loved her smell, especially after such a long denial. The shivers of arousal I was getting from worshiping her pussy made my chastity cage feel much tighter. The motion of my tongue was circular, now quickened. I could hear the faint, involuntary gasp that escaped her lips, her eyes foggy now - filled with pleasure. She bit her lower lip.

“Aww… Uhhh… Awww…” she growled, the sound low and throaty. She pressed her foot harder onto my swollen balls, getting closer and closer to her climax. She was breathing harder, her entire body overwhelmed with pleasure. The pain in my balls grew unbearably sharp.

“Uh… Aw… Uhh… Yaa… Ahh… Awwwwww…” She finally reached climax, her toes squeezing my balls with a crushing force. Tears escaped both of our eyes - for opposite reasons, though. Still on my knees, I tried to massage my aching balls lightly.

“You’ve been a good boy,” she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction, sending shivers down my spine, a little praise for my submission, her eyes soft and still foggy, a short moment of vulnerability she decided to share with me. She took a deep breath, her eyes dominant and focused again.

"This is Gerry; he is designated to be free-use. You can do whatever you want to him except make him cum, as he is wearing a small pink chastity cage, perfect for his small pee-pee. " Giggles

“You can, of course, kick any boy’s balls whenever you feel like it, but this one’s reserved for some extra fun. Also, don’t worry about whether you pop his balls; it’s not as easy; besides, they’re basically worthless.” She smiled mischievously.

“So… Could I try something…” One of the girls asked, blushing as she lowered her gaze.

“Yes, of course, Kim,” Monica replied with a warm and encouraging smile.

“Could you… like, stand, spread your legs, and close your eyes?. I’d always wanted to check something.” Kim asked me politely, her voice trembling with nervous excitement. I could tell she was shy, but the smile tugging at her lips made her look endearing.

Kim’s black mullet fell to her shoulders, framing a dark oversized tee tucked into short black jeans, with a stark red belt fastened around her waist. Black nylon stockings ran up to her thighs, ending in chunky boots. Her eyes were lined with dark eyeliner, but she didn’t wear any other makeup.

“Yes, of course he can.” Monica said, her eyes narrowing in a commanding stare. I followed Kim’s order despite pulsing pain between my legs. My body was automatically responding to the wishes of any woman at university at this point in my training.

I closed my eyes.

KICK

I felt overwhelming pain exploding in my groin as I dropped to the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Kim’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. “I… I’m sorry,” she cried, her voice trembling between embarrassment and excitement. “I didn’t mean to hurt you so much. I had no idea that balls are this sensitive…” There was pity underneath the guilt in her voice, yet she couldn’t conceal a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes sparked with fire, a thrill of dominance flickering within them. It was clear that something had awakened in her.

“Owww… You’re so cute, Kim,” I heard Monica’s soft and kind voice, “but there is no need to worry about this loser’s balls,” her voice mocking and harsh now as she referred to my testicles, her hand raising. “As I said, they’re practically useless.”

She delivered a sharp slap on my swollen balls to emphasize her point, then her fingers began to gently fold my testicles, her soft touch rewarding me for my obedience.

“May I try?” Kim asked with curiosity in her voice.

“Yeah, of course…” I replied, Monica’s grip tightened, reminding me who’s in charge, “mistress,” I gasped.

Kim’s hands explored my balls, her fingers gently fondling and playing with them.

“Is this enjoyable?” She asked politely. I nodded. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with a noticeable arousal. She started squeezing lightly.

“How about this?” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “Yeah, it’s nice…” My eyes widened in shock as she increased the strength of her grip significantly, her fingers digging deep into my balls. “I think you forgot a word,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. I saw a spark of dominance in her now whimsical eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” I gasped. She let go, leaving me breathless and aching.

“Good boy.” A shiver of submission went through my body as a playful giggle escaped her lips.

“Ehm… I think we should continue our little tour, shall we?” I heard Monica’s voice.

Kim cheeks flushed red as she realized we were being watched by a group of girls, some with giggles, others with arousal, and a few with blank expressions.

“Ye… Yes, we can continue,” Kim said, her eyes downcast in embarrassment. She returned to her shy and innocent shell.

“You did a great job,” Monica added, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You can play with him later if you’d like. If you have any questions about domination, feel free to ask,” she said with a warm smile. She seemed to be happy that Kim had embraced her dominant side. In that moment I felt deeply connected with Monica; we both shared the same goal: to empower girls like Kim to confidently take charge.

“I have one last fun idea, though,” Monica said, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Let’s put him naked in a locker in the ladies’ changing room.” Gulp.

Hope you enjoyed :)! You can leave suggestions how he will be punished be those girls in the locker room.