With the study break at it's end, the three of you returned to school, leaving behind the glorious estate you'd spent the previous week at, but not the things you'd learned while there.
Once back in the classroom, it was quite apparent to anyone that you had changed for the better- no longer speaking out, treating all your teachers with the utmost respect- especially Miss More and Mistress Scarlet. You did as you were told, handed in all your assignments on time, only spoke when spoken to, and generally acted like a dutiful student.
But that didn't mean there weren't any follow-up lessons.
More than once, Mistress Scarlet would ask you to stay after class, but unlike the previous times, there were no harsh lessons awaiting you. She simply enjoyed reaffirming her control over you- having you worship her boots and gloves or simply having you clean up the classroom for her. Sometimes she'd spank you, but only gently, a subtle reminder of what she could do if the mood took her. Miss More occasionally joined her, and you happily obeyed both women without question.
Eventually, however, the semester came to a close, and much to your dismay, both Mistress Scarlet and Miss More moved on to other school. You were able to see them both once more before they departed, and as you kissed their boots and gloves for the last time, you found yourself tearing up at the thought of never seeing them again.
Yet Mistress Scarlet brushed your tears away with a soft gloved finger and smiled. "It's alright sweetheart... You've been such a good slave, and I hope you nebver forget our time together... I certainly won't."
You agreed. There was simply no way you could ever possibly forget the things you had done had had done to you in the presence of such strong, powerful women, and you would keep those lessons in the back of your mind for the rest of your life.
Time passed, days turned to months and months to years. You graduated school with honors, then headed off into the world. And for some time, things seemed to go rather well for you. You found a decent job, a nice flat, and went about your life as normally as you could.
But night after night, you recalled every moment spent with Mistress Scarlet. Some mornings you awoke with the scent of her gloves lingering in your nose, or the taste of her boots in your mouth. And every time you did, you could swear you heard her voice calling you a 'good boy'.
You hoped that she'd still think you were one.
Life went on, and as it did, times grew tough. You lost your job, and struggled to get by just like a great many of your peeps. Yet bad as things got, the memories kept you going strong.
Until the day they stopped being memories.
It was a cool October morning, and you sat in a local coffee shop checking the want ads in the paper for any sort of job that'd help you keep the lights on a little while longer. And as you did, the sound of bootheels clicking reached your ears and, just as it had every time since your school days, your mind rolled back to Mistress Scarlet.
