University fetishes

After finally getting through three years of high school, I came to northern China to study. During my freshman year, I met Yi-ping at a social event. She was studying nursing at Taipei Medical University. Although still a student, perhaps due to her frequent internships, she appeared to us outsiders as a fully-fledged nurse!
Any normal man would inevitably have some fantasies about the nursing profession, especially after nearly a year of dating, when we agreed to live together. I was, of course, very excited, because deep down, I harbored some secrets Yi-ping didn't know…
I have a rather serious fetish, especially for women's stockings. Before, I could only secretly borrow a few pairs from my mother at home, and I'd quickly get tired of them. But now, living with Yi-ping, and with her being a nursing student, her wardrobe naturally held quite a few stockings. So, I often took advantage of my free time, and since Yi-ping frequently went to the hospital for her internships, which naturally gave me a lot of… The opportunity to properly enjoy her intimate apparel...
That day, while she was away on her internship, I returned to my lodgings, casually tossed aside my books, and eagerly rushed into her bedroom, ready to begin a series of transformations...
First, I stripped naked, opened the wardrobe, took out a pure white bra, and skillfully pulled it tight behind my back, fastening the three rows of clasps. After adjusting the shoulder straps, I moved on to my lower body, pulling out a matching lace pantyhose and putting it on. Then, I took down the nurse's bodysuit hanging on a hanger, carefully removed the clips, and as I was about to put the dress on, something suddenly popped out from inside. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a hanging... Garter belts... When did Yiping become so flirtatious? After carefully rummaging through the closet, I found a pair of unopened pure white stockings. I quickly unwrapped them, and unsurprisingly, they were thigh-high stockings. After putting them on, I carefully wrapped the garter belt I had just discovered around my hips, hooking the buckle to connect it to the stockings. Then I put on my skirt, and then happily took out the pair of white high heels that Yiping didn't often wear from under the bed and put them on. Just as I was happily posing in front of the mirror in my high heels, I turned around and was shocked to find Yiping standing in the doorway. She had come back early...
I looked at her in surprise, wanting to explain, "Yiping, I..." Yiping... She walked into the room, closed and locked the door behind her, then went to the window and drew the curtains. She said, "No need for explanations. Actually, I noticed something was off about you a while ago. But I've never experienced what it's like to have sex with a guy dressed as a woman. Want to try?" I never expected Yi Ping to be so calm, so without thinking, I blurted out, "Okay...okay!! Come on~" Just as I was about to pounce on her, she pushed me away, her tone becoming serious: "Who gave you permission to touch me? You dare to be so arrogant wearing my clothes? Let me tell you, today you must obey my orders." As she spoke, Yi Ping pulled a bag from under the bed and
threw it in front of me. I heard a clanging sound, like a metal object. I glanced at her, and she smiled, saying, "This is something I specially prepared. I want you to be my..." "What?" "You'll find out soon enough."
Yi Ping stood up, walked behind me, and slowly pulled my hands behind my back. She held my hands with one hand, while her other hand was rummaging inside the bag, seemingly searching for something. Suddenly, there was a soft "click," and I felt one hand being cuffed by an iron object. Before I could react, there was another "click," and my other hand was also cuffed.
Handcuffs! My hands were handcuffed behind my back! "Yi Ping?" I struggled with my hands. "Shh..." Yi Ping gently pressed her slender fingers to my lips from behind. Since there was a mirror facing the headboard, I saw a hint of sternness in Yi Ping's charming eyes in the mirror, stopping me from saying anything more.
"Let me make this clear: today you must be my slave. You have no freedom. Everything from now on is under my control, under my dominion. If you disobey, I won't be so polite!" As she spoke, she took out a small red ball, slightly smaller than a tennis ball, from her bag. Calling it a ball wasn't entirely accurate, as it had a leather strap in the center, like a belt, with a buckle at one end. "Where did Yi-ping get these things?" I wondered to myself. However, I immediately understood its purpose.
Yi-ping stuffed the red ball into my mouth, wrapped the leather strap around the back of my head, and then pulled hard to fasten it.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." I shook my head, trying to get rid of the ball in my mouth, but it was no use. "Tell me!! Do you like women's clothes?" I blushed and nodded slightly. "What do you think?" This question was difficult to answer. I couldn't speak, and I couldn't express it with a nod or a shake of the head.
"Tell me!!" "Ugh...ugh..." I could only manage two syllables with my efforts. "Does wearing women's clothes excite you?" "Ugh..." "Only women wear women's clothes, are you a woman?" I hesitated. "If you're not a woman, then what are you?" "What am I?" I asked myself silently, "You're a woman who wants to wear women's clothes." "Am I a woman?" I asked myself.
"Are you a woman who wants to wear women's clothes?" Yi Ping's voice rose. "Ugh..." I didn't know how to answer. "Are you?" I blushed and lowered my head, feeling my eyes welling up with tears. "You are a woman, a woman who desperately wants to wear women's clothes." I could clearly feel tears welling up in my eyes.
I had no choice but to agree.
In fact, what could I do to refuse? My mouth was gagged, unable to express my opinion, and my hands, which could resist, were handcuffed behind my back. I stumbled backward as she dragged me and pushed me onto the bed. Then she took out the bag and searched inside. What I found was a syringe. Seeing this, I twisted and struggled on the bed, but it seemed that every movement only further stimulated Yi Ping's destructive desires. My hands were handcuffed, and I couldn't move at all. The thought of what kind of medicine was injected into my body made me forget about my appearance and try to scream for help. I shouted with all my might, but no sound came out. In the end, I could only give up resisting and lie limply on the bed...
"Look at you, so helpless, it really breaks my heart. Save your energy! But if word gets out about your drug abuse, I'm finished. You wouldn't tell anyone I injected you with drugs, would you?" At this point, all I could do was nod frantically, thinking, "Silly Yi Ping, if you leave an injection mark on me, I'll have something on you. Next time, I'll see how I treat you in SM." But Yi Ping stopped what she was doing, placed the syringe on the bed, and looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes, saying, "Hmm... this is good!! This way, there won't be any trace!!" Yi Ping took off her skirt and top, and I noticed she was wearing a black lace cropped bra. The bra was tight at the waist, forming a beautiful funnel shape. She wore a strapless, half-cup bra of the same color, and her two snow-white breasts were exposed, converging in the middle to form a deep cleavage. Four garter belts connected to her bra, suspending long, sheer black stockings. A small black lace thong just covered her genitals. She then took a pair of medical-grade plastic gloves from the closet and put them on. She gently adjusted the garter belts, perhaps to prevent them from slipping off during sex. But I noticed something white stuffed into the toes of the stockings, held tightly in place by the belts. Upon closer inspection, it was a handkerchief. Could Yi-ping be planning…?
Sure enough, Yi-ping immediately unbuckled the garter belts, pulled out the handkerchief, and picked up her shoulder bag from the bedside table. She reached inside, rummaged around, and pulled out an unopened face mask. After unpacking it, she put it on and said, “This stuff is pretty volatile. If I pass out, we can’t play around!”
Then, with her left hand, she picked up the handkerchief, and with her right hand, she held the syringe a short distance away from the handkerchief and gently pressed it. The medicine immediately sprayed onto the handkerchief in the form of a thin stream of water. Seeing this, I could only watch helplessly as the handkerchief gradually became soaked with the medicine. Yi Ping shook the handkerchief to make sure that a wet patch on it had completely absorbed the medicine, and then casually stuffed the wet handkerchief into the toe of her sock. I saw her walking towards me.
Although I immediately tried to resist, my hands were bound, and I was quickly subdued by Yi Ping. She lifted me up, then reached behind my head and loosened the gag, removing the small ball from my mouth. Just as I tried to scream, Yi Ping pulled a handkerchief from her sock, quickly silencing my voice with the drug-smelling handkerchief. I could only let out muffled, indistinct moans. The mirror reflected this scene:
a masked nurse was tightly covering my mouth and nose with her gloved hand. I could only stare helplessly at Yi Ping in the mirror, while she whispered in my ear, "Let your sister serve you later, but you need to rest for a while first!"

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