CHAPTER THREE

I wonder what she sees, looking up at me. She is nearly twice my age. She once served her husband as I serve her now, and nursed him on his deathbed. Experience alone makes her wise beyond my comprehension. Does she still see the foolish child that I used to be, or does she see how her love has transformed me?

We met in college when a vengeful college roommate delivered me into bondage, taking advantage of my impetuous nature and unnatural curiosity. Dr. Cornell says that I am a special case. I wasn’t aware of my submissive nature until I met her, so I didn’t come to her filled with impossible expectations. I didn’t even know that I could love another woman until I loved her.

For the last year I have lived a double life. Mistress decided that I would finish college. I couldn’t see the point of it right away. I belong to her now, and it’s all I’ll ever want. What can a pleasure doll do with a degree anyway? She is obstinate about not letting me become too dependent on her. I suppose burying her husband taught her that unimaginable things have a way of happening. Anyway, arguing with her is a good idea if I’m in the mood for spending a night in the cage with a red ass and no supper. In the end, it always comes down to a matter of trust.

So five days a week I rose early and dressed in the demure collegiate outfits that Mistress selected and her housekeeper Mrs. Kraft laid out for me. I attended classes in the morning and studied in the school library all afternoon. I discovered that the library was full of predatory males, but they stopped bothering me after I started wearing Grandma’s wedding band.

It was the first time since high school that I had been expected to earn my grades honestly. Before I met Mistress, all my grades were won on my back. The routine was simple. It usually began in the professor’s office with his sad confession that his wife was unable to understand his sensitive soul. It usually ended in a motel room, where he poured his sensitive soul into my eager puss. I never stooped to blackmail. I never needed to. After a semester of sampling my delights, no man would be cad enough to give me the grade I deserved.

Last year I studied, and I turned down party invitations, and fended off the jocks and the frat boys when they came sniffing around. I went straight home from the library, arriving at four. Ms. Kraft met me at the door to take my coat, and everything else I was wearing. She replaced it all with a simple leather collar. By day, I was disguised as “Chrissy Co-ed”. At night, my true identity was revealed.

I endured all the tedious medioc