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My name's Jenny and I'm twenty. I like the little rhyme; it makes me smile. I think I have a birthday coming up soon, but I'll have to check with the Mistresses.
Life doesn't always follow the script exactly. After Lily and I said our goodbyes to our very first Mistresses, the two of them got fully dressed again, and then... well, then they waited around for ten whole minutes for our dorm Mistress to arrive. See what I mean? We'd had such a bittersweet, emotional farewell, and then we spent ten minutes freshening up again, puttering around the room, and learning a few little tidbits about the college's massive intranet.
It was a very weird vibe all around -- one that was impossible for me to describe back then. I just didn't know enough. How would I do it now?
"You can know that all the world's a stage, but it's still a shock when you get told to take five."
We like to live inside the stories we tell ourselves. It's uncomfortable when they pause, or even fray.
The door opened without a knock. Our fully-clothed Mistresses nudged us back towards the center of the room, just a few steps in front of the foot of our massive bed. We were both still naked.
The woman who walked in was gorgeous, of course, but in a most unusual way. She was very tall and well-built, but her pale, freckled face was the picture of youth. Her bright green eyes sparkled with friendly energy, and her luscious red lips were already smiling. Her dark-red hair was done up in a stylish faux-bedhead, adding to her pixie vibe. She was just the tallest, strongest, and most well-endowed pixie one would ever meet. Her breasts, covered by a demi bra that I could easily make out underneath her white babydoll, must have been as large as Mistress Jane's. They just looked smaller thanks to her much bigger frame. Below that, she wore lavender shorts that left most of her thick, sculpted legs exposed. Her large feet were covered by white athletic socks and the same clever slip-on shoes that I'd worn all morning, right up until we'd gotten into our room.
"Hey there, girls!" she said cheerfully. Her voice was high and bright, but not childish. I could hear the power and confidence in it. "My name's Connie, and I'm one of your four dorm Mistresses this year. My roommate, Keya, and I will be doing most of the feedings and check-ins on this side of the building, but you'll be meeting our evil twins soon, too."
"Hello, Mistress Connie," Lily and I both said. We stayed standing, unsure of what to do next.
Mistress Connie's eyes flashed awareness. She glanced to Mistresses Vivienne and Jane, and they all shared a silent conversation with each other. Mistress Vivienne leaned down and quickly pecked my cheek one last time. She walked over to Mistress Connie; the two of them came together as familiar lovers and kissed tenderly on the lips, turning enough so that I could see all the action. The blue lights ensured I didn't get all worked up again; instead, I focused on the obvious symbolism. Mistress Vivienne was letting me know that she trusted Mistress Connie. I would've trusted her anyway, but it was a nice parting gesture.
Mistress Jane did the same afterwards, and then the two of them walked out of our room and our lives. I had no idea if I'd ever see either of them again. As awkward as it is to admit, I felt a small sense of relief. The story was back on track. Exit, Mistresses Vivienne and Jane. Enter, Mistress Connie.
Our dorm Mistress walked over to the pair of us. "Okay, cuties," she said. "Let's sit on the bed for a few minutes."
"Yes, Mistress," we both replied, and we followed her lead. Instead of sitting on the foot of the bed with her feet on the floor, she crawled onto the mattress and got herself set up cross-legged. We formed a loose triangle like that. It was like we were at a slumber party, even though the vibe was wrong.
"You girls are a little bummed, huh?" she asked sympathetically.
I nodded. "Yes, Mistress. It's okay, though. I love Lily, and I love being a college girl. I know you'll take good care of us."
Lily's hand found mine and squeezed. My sadness was fading, moment by moment, and she was definitely helping. I hoped I was helping her in the same way.
"I love you, too, Jenny," she said, and that helped a whole lot.
Mistress Connie took in the two of us, and I could see how happy she was that we were getting along and getting through the separation blues. Then she got serious, offering a somber nod. To my surprise, she was actually able to sell it, even with her youthful looks. "Saying goodbye is a big part of being a grownup. One of the things we try to teach our girls is that it's best to focus on the friends and lovers right in front of you, and to love and be loved by them with your whole heart. I know it sounds treacly, but if you keep loving that way, you'll find you have much more room in your heart for even more friends and lovers... and you'll never really forget anyone unless the college needs you to."
I nodded. "That makes sense, Mistress. Thank you."
Lily squeezed my hand again. Somehow I knew that she wasn't quite as convinced, and I immediately turned my head. Just as I'd suspected, worry and disappointment marred her cute face.
"But... what about being special, Mistress?" she asked, looking into my eyes. The electric connection between us was still there, though its sexual component was temporarily suppressed. It transmitted her concern directly into me. I felt it with her, and wanted to do anything I could to free her from its burden.
Mistress Connie reached out and placed one soft, strong hand on her naked leg, and the other on mine. "Of course that's allowed, Lily," she said. "We wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, it's fairly common for year twos to spend their free time together in bigger groups. New connections don't have to push out older ones."
I saw Lily's gears turning. "That does sound nice, Mistress," she said meekly.
"Sisters never stop being sisters," Mistress Connie said, "and if you think about it, we're luckier than most regular families. The college is like some stubborn old matriarch who makes sure this family hangs together through thick and thin -- and, not to be too gauche, but the old bird puts her money where her mouth is, and she's got a lot of it."
"I'm not sure I understand, Mistress," Lily replied, still mostly looking at me, "but I'll try to focus on the here and now."
Mistress Connie squeezed my leg. "That's the spirit, Lily. It's important for you to know, though, that there are always people you can talk to about this stuff. We have doctors, nurses, and counselors on staff, and of course there's your dorm Mistresses. Surely you've noticed by now that I'm a bit of a different breed from Jane and Vivienne." She gave us another big, friendly smile, flashing perfect teeth with pronounced canines. It was remarkable how every little detail of her face emphasized youthfulness.
"But you'll still discipline us, right, Mistress?" I asked.
