Her raven black hair framed eyes of a startling blue, making them stand out like two azure stars placed next to each other in a black nighttime sky. As a college Junior, she stood 5 feet 9 inches tall and had the body of a lingerie model.
She was absolutely stunning, and she knew it. She had the brains and the imagination to match, and she used her appearance to every advantage she could find with no shame.
Boys and men fell over themselves trying to win her attention, and certain girls felt the same way as well. The all-girls college she went to in central Massachusetts had a heavy percentage of such girls, and Rebecca was thrilled to take advantage of that situation to the fullest.
The thing Rebecca had discovered about herself was that as much as she appreciated the attention of males -- good ones, that is and they were difficult to find - she loved more than anything to selfishly enjoy the sexual pleasure that the fingers, lips, and tongue of a willing female could provide; the longer and more often the better.
Supposedly there were men who could achieve the kind of skills she appreciated, but there was little doubt that a woman, because she knew her own body and instinctively could play the notes that would lead a symphony of pleasure, could provide the kind of erotic sensations she'd come to crave.
She did love the feeling of a nice cock thruating inside her, though at her age it was only older men who had the skill and size to please her, but she'd had a few encounters with females who'd persuaded her to let them pleasure her.
She'd discovered that the skill and patience and sensitivity they displayed provided her with a far greater and finer degree of sexual pleasure than any man had achieved. It's not that one was better than the other, it was just that she preferred to be in control and willing females were far easier and simpler to find and get along with.
As she stood admiring herself before the full-length mirror in the private dorm room her rich parents could provide, dressed in the expensive heels and lingerie she could afford, she touched herself, fantasizing about the pleasure she was about to enjoy. She waited eagerly for the knock on her door promised by the submissive student she'd found online.
The college had an intranet with a bulletin board and want ads exclusively for its students, and it wasn't unusual that girls placed ads looking for sex right amongst all the requests for furniture, tutoring, apartments for rent, and sundry other needs that students had.
Rebecca had gone to numerous parties in her first two years there that were dedicated to girls hooking up randomly.
They were essentially lesbian orgies with alcohol fueling the gradual loss of inhibitions, becoming make-out sessions scattered around the large gathering room of a sorority house, and evolving into partially or fully naked couples or more with limbs entwined and lips and tongues causing moans and panting breaths that filled the air of the space.
But what she wanted was the privacy of her own room in which she could control and command the services of willing, submissive prey eager to worship her hot body and give her the mind-bending, world-blotting release she constantly sought.
One evening shortly after classes began that Fall, the young woman sat at her computer, logged on to the school intranet and began composing an ad she hoped would lead to finding exactly what she wanted.
"Dorm Room Goddess Seeks Submissive Toys to Provide Oral Pleasure," was the title she came up with.
"I honestly believe I have the sweetest pussy, nicest ass, and hottest body on campus," the ad went on.
"I'm looking for submissive pleasure providers who crave to use their fingers, lips, and tongue to give me the pleasure I deserve and who will not only obey my every command but either already have the talents to make me writhe and moan in pleasure and cum numerous times or be willing and able to be trained to give me what I seek."
"Please reply with a description of yourself, your experience and skills, and your most intimate desires. Be willing and able to cum to my private dorm room and provide the service that your Mistress demands and that you badly need to give."
She hit Enter on her keyboard and woke the next day to find her inbox flooded with replies.
Rebecca scanned each reply and politely responded to most with promises to keep them in mind, but she focused her attention on one young lady named Emily whose response seemed perfect.
She described herself as plain looking and skinny with not much of a body, but said it was her most fervent desire to find a Mistress who would use her as a sex-toy. She craved to be allowed to worship her Mistress's body and provide any and every pleasure demanded of her.
She said she had soft fingers and a very long, talented tongue that knew just where and how to lick and touch her Mistress's body. She said she knew she was naughty due to her relentless thoughts about pleasuring women and Mistress might need to spank her, and she was willing to be cuffed, leashed, or bound in any way if Mistress desired.
Above all, she promised to be the best little mouth-toy she could for Mistress and begged to be allowed to give Mistress every pleasure possible under the sun.
Rebecca smiled to herself and replied, "Mistress finds your application acceptable and is willing to give you a chance to fulfill your urgent needs. Please reply with a confirmation that you can be available to visit me late this afternoon after classes and I'll send you my address and room number. Your audition will take as long as I desire, so be prepared to spend as much time with me as I need."
It only took a few moments for Emily to write back. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," and the hot raven-haired student sent back her dorm and room number and told her new sub to be there at 4:00 sharp that afternoon.
Rebecca took her time showering later that day, making sure she smelled sweet and clean everywhere, and then did her makeup. She put on red lipstick to cover her plump lips, a foundation to even out the already smooth skin of her face, and black mascara and eyeliner to further accentuate the startling blue of her eyes.
Not long before 4:00 she began picking out her outfit and dressing.
She pulled on a pair of shiny black thigh highs that encased her long, smooth legs and crowned them just below her sex. She fastened a lacy black garter belt about her waist and attached each garter to her stockings, then chose a lacy black thong to barely cover her shaved pussy, with only a thin string to circle her waist and another that disappeared between the firm, round cheeks of her rear.
The sheer matching bra she then put on perfectly both covered and revealed the breasts that jutted out from her chest, firm and high and round, and the dark circles of her areolae were plainly visible. Her already stiff nipples tented out the thin material and she knew they'd grow even longer once stimulated.
Finally, she slipped on a pair of black and silver 6" fuck-me heels and looked at herself in the mirror. As she ran her hands over her own body, teasing her nipples and her firm ass and rubbing one finger gently up and down the flower between her legs, she imagined the pleasure she would soon be in for, and could feel herself already getting wet.
At precisely four o'clock she heard a timid knock on her door and called out for Emily to enter. The door opened and a mousy young female student entered.
