One morning Francesca gave Anne her breakfast feeding downstairs, then took a washcloth from a shelf on the wall. She wet it in the sink for a moment, squeezed it out, and wiped Anne's face with it. She retrieved a comb from the same shelf and ran it through Anne's hair to untangle the snarls. This was her dressing up now, so unlike the days when she chose expensive garments from her closet to impress or seduce.
Anne loved it when Francesca groomed her. She turned slowly to display her body for smudges, hoping her owner would find some and wishing she had rolled on the floor last night. Still, there were a few on her breasts; she glowed with pleasure as they were rubbed.
Francesca led her outside through the park and onto the university campus. A cold watery sun flickered through wisps of blowing fog; Anne clung to the memory of Francesca's touch to distract herself from the chill.
They encountered Berenice on the pathway and Francesca said a few words to her in private. Anne heard her mention Marc. Berenice nodded in agreement.
She steered her girl to the campus security building to be examined; there were strict rules about "pets" like Anne.
A middle-aged woman in a white coat (a doctor, Anne supposed) bent her over, took her temperature and examined her. She enjoyed the probing though it was a little clinical; until the end when the woman entered her and in less than a minute brought her moaning to a climax. Anne never learned if that was part of the exam, or to prepare her for some purpose, or to show off the woman's skill at this.
She attached an "Inspected" tag to Anne's collar and gave her back, a little wilted, to her owner.
Francesca's first class was a lecture. She took an aisle seat in the large hall and pointed for Anne to kneel. The aisles were wide enough for students to walk around her. She wondered if they were designed to accommodate girls like her beside their seated masters. Then she saw another on the other side of the hall; yes, that must be it.
She tried to interest herself in the subject of the talk but it was beyond her. Her head drooped and Francesca patted it to bring her back. A few minutes later it drooped again; her owner yanked it back up by the hair. After that she tried to maintain a firmer resolve.
Francesca brought Anne to her next class, a seminar; again Anne knelt beside her, this time at the table. A lively discussion began on a topic she cared about. Too much so; it led her to err.
Momentarily forgetting herself she started to speak. Francesca pinched one of her nipples fairly hard; she stopped. A few minutes later she did it again. Francesca got up and said a few words to the teacher; then she told Anne to rise.
"Not domesticated yet, I see," the teacher observed.
"I thought she was; I'm sorry for the interruptions."
"No problem. We'll just put her out in the hall." The teacher took a rubber ball from a drawer and inserted it in Anne's open mouth, then a cloth strip to hold it in place. Francesca covered her eyes with another strip. She led Anne out into the corridor and backed her against the wall.
"Feet apart. Wider. That's enough."
Anne stood in the hallway for the rest of the period thoroughly ashamed of herself. How could she misbehave like this? She knew it was wrong but she kept doing it. And after months of training; they were right, she needed more discipline.
She heard voices close by as a group of students approached her. She lifted her head and tried to smile - hard to do with a ball in her mouth - as they stroked her breasts and belly and played with her fleece before wandering off. At least she was of a little use to someone, that was good.
At the end of the hour Francesca came out with the class. She said no word of reproach which shamed Anne still further as she removed the blindfold and gag, then silently led her upstairs to a suite of offices where she had an appointment with her faculty advisor.
His secretary Camille stood and greeted the pair in his outer office.
Camille was about thirty Anne guessed, and very businesslike in appearance; but she had full firm breasts beneath a thin sweater - no bra, that was obvious - and dark stretch pants which shaped a tight well-rounded derriere.
Anne caught herself; she must try not to look with desire on everyone she met. It was all she ever thought about.
Camille pointed to the side of her desk; Francesca told Anne to kneel and the secretary attached her leash to a short chain. She filled a water bowl and set it in front of Anne before announcing Francesca to her boss.
He came out and invited Francesca in to her appointment, and closed the door behind him. Anne knelt quietly, fearing to make yet another mistake. She lapped up some water and stared at the rug.
After a few minutes she felt someone stroking her buttocks; it was Camille. Anne was pleased beyond measure at this and silently turned to present them to the woman above her, spreading her knees apart just in case.
That proved useful, and for the next half hour Camille took advantage of the opportunity. Anne forgot the embarrassments of the morning - in fact most of the world around her - and made contented little noises until a turning of the inner door handle put an end to their brief romance.
She saw no other girls like herself until lunchtime in the cafeteria. A professor had two on a pair of leashes; she led them into the faculty dining room.
