Disclaimer: You know the drill, real life and fantasy are very different. Try to avoid confusing them.
Alana sat at her desk, trying to study but having a hard time focusing. It could have been worse. At first, it had been almost impossible to keep her mind on any kind of work. Studying and doing homework naked was a new experience for her. And not wearing anything meant keeping the blinds closed, which sometimes made it feel much later than it was.
Fortunately, her Mistress frequently let her study with at least minimal clothing, usually something like a tiny skirt that barely covered the curve of her ass and a tight shirt with no bra, or just underwear. This was one of those times.
She sat in a bikini she bought freshman year but had only dared to wear in public once. The window was open and a beautiful fall breeze was tickling her exposed skin. Once upon a time, the amazing weather would have made her long to be outside, and that would have caused her mind to wander. That wasn't her problem today.
It was similar, she guessed. It was thoughts of what else she could be doing. But instead of thinking of the outdoors, she was thinking about her Mistress, and how she could be spending this time serving her.
It was probably the fact she had to study on her laptop today. The laptop was, or at least could be monitored by Mistress Keke. The older woman could see every keystroke she made. She knew that would have irritated some people, but she wasn't about to slack off or do anything that she shouldn't. No, being so closely monitored didn't bother her one bit. It turned the young girl on.
That was the problem. The laptop and the monitoring reminded her of all the things that had happened, about all the things that would happen in the future, about all the things that could be happening right now, if only she didn't have to study.
But Alana knew that she needed to study. She couldn't wait until the last minute. Between her studies, practice, and being a slave, time had become a very precious commodity. Of late, even most of her time serving her Mistress was spent on household chores. It wasn't what she had imagined, but knowing it was what her Mistress wanted kept her from complaining.
It was strange what a difference a few months made. At first, Alana's relationship had been all about sex. But as time went on she found that just being under the woman's control provided a sense of satisfaction that she found addicting, a bit too much so.
Mistress Keke had been very understanding of the responsibilities that came with school and soccer. She had given Alana all the time she needed to study, trusting the girl to tell her Mistress when she had time for other, more pleasurable activities. Unfortunately, Alana found herself constantly being pulled away from her schoolwork and toward the woman she had given herself over to so completely. She didn't mean to neglect her work. She studied some. But she was infatuated and had overestimated her ability to cram at the last minute.
As a result, the first few weeks of school had been a neverending orgy of carnal pleasure, and of the older woman asserting her authority over the young girl.
She didn't do bad really. Most of her classes had still gone fine. But she got one C on one test in one subject, which was out of character for her. Her Mistress had access to all of her grades and had sat her down and explained that she wouldn't let her jeopardize her future for the sake of a little bit of fun today.
Keke explained that she wanted her to be the best slave she could be, and being successful in school and life would help her do that. So the young girl tried to control her thoughts, to block everything out and study.
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By the time Friday rolled around, Alana was exhausted. She had managed to ace her test, so that was a plus. But as she drove home from practice for a late dinner with her mother and Tomeika, all she wanted to do was lay back in the car and go to sleep. Practice hadn't seemed any more strenuous than usual, but all of her responsibilities had started to wear on her. Oh well, she would adjust.
She looked forward to seeing her mother. And at least she had a nice, relaxing dinner to look forward to. Keke always insisted on doing the cooking, and it was always delicious. And after a long day, she was famished.
She arrived and Keke's home, now her home, and greeted everyone before rushing off to shower and change. By the time she reappeared, everyone was seated. She joined them.
"So what's new with you?" Tomeika asked as Alana poured herself a drink.
"Oh, nothing much. Everything has been keeping me pretty busy."
"I'll bet, how is soccer going? I'm sure it must have been hard to get used to a new team."
"It's been good actually. It's really coming together. We might be better than I thought, and I like the girls a lot more."
"Ah, making friends?" Judy asked between bites.
"Ya. I actually feel kind of bad. I like the girls. There is one in particular. We get along really well. She works her ass off, and we have the same sense of humor, even if she is pretty shy."
"So why do you feel bad?" Judy had that motherly tone that made it clear she was worried about her daughter.
"Oh, it's nothing. She just keeps asking me to hang out, but between school, sports, and you know...being a slave...I just haven't had any time for that kind of thing."
Keke looked surprised. "Well, that's no good! I know how busy you are. Why don't you invite her over for dinner sometime?"
"Really?"
"Of course! As highly as you speak of her it should be a shame if you never got to see each other. Everyone needs friends, even slaves."
"Thank you, Mistress! You just tell me a date and I'll do that. She'll be thrilled."
"I look forward to meeting her. Speaking of that though, I expect you to be upfront about us being lovers, but maybe keep the rest of it to yourself for the time being, sound good?"
Alana smiled, picturing the girl's shock at learning just what kind of relationship she and Keke shared.
"Sounds great. I've already told her all about you, Mistress. I mean, I haven't told her that you ARE my Mistress, but she knows that I am with you. She was very accepting. She didn't even blink an eye at the age difference. She is a great person. You will love her, I promise."
"If you love her so much, I'm sure I will."
Tomieka laughed to herself. "Speaking of making friends, it seems I've made a few of my own."
Alana was curious. Given the nature of her relationship with the black girl, and more to the point - the relationship the black girl had with her mother, she knew surprisingly little about her. "Oh really? That's great, with who?"
"Your mom had a happy hour type thing to celebrate something or other. She brought me as her guest. I got to meet all of her coworkers!"
Alana struggled not to spit out her drink. "What, really?"
"I know, right? She has come a long way!"
"I'll say! How did it go?"
To everyone's surprise, Judy was the one to answer. "It went well actually.
There were some stares when I introduced her as my partner, but.."
"Wait, you introduced her as your partner?" Alana just couldn't picture her mother doing that. She kept expecting the woman to bolt like a scared rabbit, but she just kept surprising everyone.
