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Written by Joe Saunders.
The Students Diary - Part 1
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OCTOBER 1999
Now I have reached University I have decided to keep a monthly di-ary, especially as I now have a new PC on which to do it.
How I came by it is quite a story.
I arrived at Uni for Freshers’ week and saw an advert on the Fresh-ers’ Noticeboard. It was for free accomodation for a male in return for some light household duties and involvement in a ‘Milliennium Project’. It gave a telephone number and a name to apply to. There was no harm in trying, though I guessed there would be a lot of people after it. I wasn’t wrong.
Sasha had got us all to turn up at the same time. There seemed to be dozens of us. Sasha gathered us all in the garden and said that it was important that the lucky person to get the accomodation had to be suitable physically for the project. She told us all to line up where we were in the garden and take our shirts off.
It was then I knew that I had no chance as I have a very weedy body. I am only 120# and 5’10". 28" pants will not stay up without a belt!
As I was thinking this, Sasha was walking among us and I noticed she was telling all the better built guys to go. After a while there were only three of us left all with simular builds. We all looked at each other in amazement. She then interviewed the three of us.
She seemed pleased, when I told her I didn’t play any sport, but would be interested in building my body a bit. Apart from being thin, she asked me what I least liked about my body. Well, it had to be my minuscule dick, didn’t it? I have never worn Speedos, because my dick is so small at 4.5" and almost disappears when swimming.
That seemed to get her interested as well and she promised me that she believed her project should help me get a dick worth wearing Speedos for. That sounded good enough for me and, to cut a long interview short, I got the room.
But it turned out to be far more than a room. It was large with a TV, video, Sky etc, state of the art PC and own private bathroom. She explained there was no kitchen for me as she wanted to cook for me, to make sure I had a suitable diet.
That was fine by me. I couldn’t believe all this. In return, I would have to promise to be available to wait on when she had dinners and to keep the kitchen tidy on such occassions and also with drinks parties and receptions.
She explained that she wanted to give me a nice body and introduced me to Al her personal trainer who would put a training regime together. Sasha didn’t want me muscle bound but just a well shaped body. The other condition was that I had to wear a harness around my chest and hips including a cock ring. I readily agreed as I have secretly wanted to wear one for the last couple of years, but have never dared buy one, so this was good.
She fitted one immediately, explaining that it couldn’t be taken off as it was ‘welded’ on – this was so hot. The harness included straps round my wrists and ankles. The only thing she would take off was the collar when I went to Uni or when I went out on my time off. It felt pretty great a harness for the first time, though I have got more used to it now so it doesn’t turn me on quite as much. And the good thing is that it doesn’t show under my clothes so I am not embarrassed to go out. It should be all right in the summer too if I wear dark, long sleeved tee shirts and don’t wear shorts. All this is absolutely great.
The only slight disadvantage is that Sasha is definitely in charge. She has pointed out to me that she is the only one who can ever release me from this harness and that as I get older I will put on weight anyway, so it encourages me to stay with Sasha for the 4 years I will be at Uni. The freshman 15 will be more comfortable if Sasha makes adjustments. She has already demonstrated what happens if my waist gets bigger (which it must do soon, surely?). It pulls on the ring that goes round my cock and balls and it is very uncomfortable.
But I can’t see why I should want to leave this luxurious place anyway. No one in their right mind would. Sasha is alright. I would say she is about 30 and I guess good looking for a woman. She has a good figure and a commanding air about her. But the biggest treat to look at, for me, is Al, who is quite a hunk. It is a pleasure to work out for him, and he doesn’t push me too hard, bearing in mind Sasha does not want me to grow too big.
I even have the use of a car to get me to Uni and I can use it whenever I want, providing Sasha doesn’t need me for anything. She hasn’t had any social functions yet, but has been training me for when one occurs. It’s nothing too difficult though she is a perfectionist and expects me to get things right.
I don’t know what will happen if I make a mistake or annoy her. I should think she is a force to be reckoned with. The main item on her agenda is the ‘Millenium Project’ as she calls it. It is something to do with developing bodies, and she wants to use me as an experiment. She says she wants to implant a pellet in my bowel, that she hopes in time will develop my body quicker. She also says that she can program the pellet to develop it in the areas she specifies.
As she rightly points out, my dick is one of them and she would also like me to fill out a bit. I don’t have any difficulty with either of those things. So as soon as I moved in she bound me with the links in the bands round my wrists and ankles and at the waist band of my harness in this frame thing. Then she adjusted it through 90 degrees at the waist and did a very thorough investigation of my bowel.
It was surprisingly not too unpleasant and in fact I came. She took the semen quickly away. I don’t know what she did with it. After a couple of these examinations, the first Friday night I was there she strapped me face down on the bed and did another pro-ceedure up my back passage.
When she had finished she said I had to lie still all night to allow the implant to bed in. That was a long night, not being able to move. In the morning she released me and did a scan on my belly with one of those things I’ve seen them use on preggos. The jelly felt cold and was difficult to get off totally when she had finished. She pointed on the scan to a dark spot which she said was my implant.
Other than these things, life has been very much my own and very en-joyable. It has been good to meet new people at Uni and to begin the course. I keep looking at the beefier lads and think that with Sasha’s help I could have a body like them by next year.
I do hope so.
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