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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.
My body obeyed the pleasant command to wake up. I was on my back, hand-in-hand with Lily, and I felt completely refreshed. I soaked up the muffled morning music until the voice told me to remove my earbuds. We both did. Then we rolled into each other, locked eyes, and started fondling and kissing each other.
"Hey, bun-bun," I said, relishing in the special roommate connection we felt whenever we looked into each other's eyes. Rather than let it build, we happily squirmed and writhed, rubbing every part of our bodies that we could against each other. The low friction of soft skin against softer skin turned the energy into a sexual heat. That, we let build; our fun places knew exactly what to do with it.
"Hey, bumble bee," she replied. She was all smiles, forehead to chin. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Our easy coupling, there on our big bed, was imperceptibly different from the prior morning's. It was body language and positioning. It was me touching her first, and without hesitation, while she followed my lead and stroked more softly. I was in charge, and Lily liked that. That made me happy. She scooched down and took my titty in her mouth. I knew it was only going to last a moment or two, but it felt right. I smiled down at her and stroked her shiny, black hair.
"Good morning, first years,
" the mellifluous, disembodied Mistress half-sang to us through the room's speakers.
"It's another beautiful day at 'R&RU,' and good college girls already know what to do. Today's 'bad girl' phrase is 'bully toad.' 'Donkey note' no longer means anything special."
The room's lights flickered purple, like a strobe, and they, plus the voice, ensured the old phrase was replaced by the new. Lily's mouth went slack on my titty. I felt myself zone out, too. Once the lights went back to normal, we got up and put our day's schedules on the big TV in a split screen. The voice was right; we were good college girls, and we remembered everything. Our daily instructions were cumulative. We were learning how to obey without having to be told every little thing.
I was quite happy to discover that that obedience was still rewarded with pleasure, and I took a moment to appreciate the ramifications. I was learning a lesson about how the future would be: I could go days, or even weeks, being a good girl for my Masters or Mistresses without receiving any specific orders, and I'd still feel good all the time because I was serving and obeying them. I supposed that the holy trinity -- pleasing them, atop service and obedience -- would be a special reward in those cases. It still sounded like a great deal, and a brilliant way to run a house, a business, or even the whole world. It would take full advantage of college graduates' intelligence, education, and special training.
I put Lily over my lap and withdrew her plug for her; she did the same for me, and didn't seem to mind at all that it was something of a dominant act. I sighed in disappointment at the emptiness back there, even though I knew it was temporary. We chuted them, then drank a glass of water apiece while checking our schedules. First up was our block of time for general preparation, plus our feedings, spankings, and bum checks. We both squeezed each other's thighs when we saw the allowed orgasm count: two, rather than one.
We were good girls, though, and checked the rest of our schedules before getting carried away. Our first class was Naked Yoga, an extended blue-and-green affair. The name notwithstanding, sports bras were optional. Anal plugs were mandatory. After that was a shorter blue class: Health & Safety. Then it was both lunches. In the afternoon, we shared Introductory Sexual Psychology, Basic Cosmetology, and Introductory Sexual Role Play. They were blue, blue, and blue-and-green, respectively.
"Together all day!" Lily exclaimed cutely. "Yay!"
We turned our heads, leaned in, and gave each other a peck on the lips. Then I searched her beautiful, crystal-blue eyes. "Let's talk about last night, hunny-bun," I said.
"Oh!" she replied. "Okay, Jenny. Of course."
I tried my best to be both stern and caring. I turned my body towards her on the bed, stroked her thigh possessively with my far hand, and used my other hand to play with her hair. "Was there anything that made you uncomfortable? Anything you didn't like? Anything you really liked?"
She got small and shy. "I really liked all of it, Jenny," she said. "I'm sorry. I know how that sounds."
"How does it sound?" I was taking a page from the Mistress playbook again, urging my submissive cutie to use her words and be specific.
"Like I'm just saying it to make you happy. I'm not, though. I care so much about making you happy, though, and that makes it confusing sometimes."
"Confusing how?" I asked. I genuinely wanted to know.
"Well, last night, you guys were so good. You helped me let go. But there's always afterwards, and I start thinking. I start trying to think about which things made you happy, and which didn't, and whether I should try to stop liking things or start liking other things, and--"
I brought my hand down and light grasped her chin, giving it a squeeze to stop her spiral. "Open," I said. "Tongue out a little." She obeyed.
I gave her a smile to tide her over. I took my hand off her thigh and found my pussy, which was already pleasantly warm and a touch damp. I got as much of my juices and scent onto my index finger as I could, then lifted it to her mouth and slid it inside.
"Suck," I commanded. She obeyed again, and I could see her relaxing into her role. "
Ma chatte, por tu."
I knew that last part wasn't French. It was a stray zap of memory; it was something other than English, which is what I'd been reaching for. Lily went along with it. She was very sweet like that.
I withdrew my finger. "Open," I commanded again, and she opened back up. I reached across and found her hidden tulip. She spread her legs for me. I went exploring with the same finger; she was warmer and wetter than I'd been moments before, and I got plenty of her sweet nectar.
I lifted my finger to her mouth again and penetrated her. "Suck," I said, and she did.
"
Ma chatte y ma chatte,
together," I said, putting a different, stronger stress on the second possessive term. It communicated that my pussy was casually, naturally mine, but that her pussy was
mine
, because I'd claimed it. I couldn't find a foreign word there at the end; I was a little disappointed, but hardly surprised. The old me had been lazy. At least I'd summoned one for 'and.' I resolved then and there that if I got another chance to learn a foreign language, I wouldn't waste it.
"Look at me," I said. Lily opened her eyes, but kept sucking. My nerves were tingling; my fingertips were a minor fun place. Watching her obediently nurse on my digit like a little cock was a turn-on in its own right. Our special roommate connection added to the growing sexual tension between us.
"You're mine," I told her. She nodded. "You're a good little girl for me, too, right?" She nodded again, more eagerly. "Okay then. That means you're telling me the truth, and I believe you. Simple as that, hunny-bun. Easy. You'd never lie to me."
Her face grew worried. I withdrew my finger. "But what if a Mistress or Master told me to, Jenny?" she asked.
I leaned over and gave her forehead a big, strong kiss. "That's different, bun-bun," I said. "That's fine. This is our little game, between us college girls, right? It's our private thing. We're still both good girls for the college, always. That's simple, too. I'll never, ever, ever make you a 'bully toad' -- not ever. I never want that for you."
She relaxed again. "Okay, Jenny. That's smart. That makes sense."
"Good girl. Come with me into the shower."
"Yes, Jenny."
The transparent shower stall was a little cramped, but we made do. I got Lily on her knees, and silently gave her a chance to opt out. Instead, she doubled down. She gently grasped my ass cheeks and urged my pussy directly to her mouth. She covered it completely -- most importantly, the tiny opening in between two of my funnest places. Our eyes locked. She nodded. I bent my knees ever-so-slightly, and willed myself to relax. I braced myself with both hands on her head, scritching more than stroking.
"Good bitch," I said, and I experienced a new pleasure. It was intensely sexual, but not entirely; the new relationship dynamics that Lily seemed to love -- even crave -- were strengthening, and that made my heart swell. My snow-white, black-haired angel accepted my dominant gift directly into her mouth and drank it all up, moaning all the while. She even started sucking, which added one more novel thrill to the mix. When my flow stopped, she didn't; she segued smoothly into submissive sexual service. My whole body responded a microsecond after her tongue started working diligently near my swelling bonus button.
"Tickle my asshole," I exhaled. "No penetration."
She hummed her assent, and slid one hand into my crack. Her fingertip against my mostly-closed pink pucker would have been a delightful tease by itself, but it wasn't by itself. Lily was eating my pussy and servicing my clitty at the same time, and still giving my other ass cheek a powerful massage.
