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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.
It turned out I'd been right about Sundays; they were special. We figured that out as soon as we checked our schedule, but I don't want to ruin the surprise!
After we woke up and put our earbuds away, the very next thing I did was remove the bandage from my collarbone to check my injury. Lily had bitten me so hard during our lovemaking session on Saturday that she'd broken the skin. It was almost fully healed. After our first bathroom foray, Lily applied more balm to it and rubbed it with the stimulator. We opted against another bandage. When Miss K inspected it prior to our feedings, spankings, and bum checks, she agreed that it didn't need one.
Once Miss K had departed, with us well-fed and all three of us quite sexually satisfied, Lily and I got ready for our hour of free exercise. We agreed that variety was good, so we decided to head to the athletics complex and go swimming.
Our swimsuits were sleek and stylish, but they weren't skimpy. They were for honest-to-goodness swimming. We opted for dark blue ones; personally, I think Lily rocked hers just a little better than I did mine. The color complemented both her snow-white skin and her black hair. Since neither of us knew quite what to expect, we opted to go plug-free. The emptiness was a little disappointing, but being with my beautiful roommate on a warm September morning more than made up for it. With sun hats, swimming caps, sunglasses, jelly sandals, and fluffy beach towels in tow, we headed to the two massive outdoor pools that were scheduled to be open for about another month, weather permitting. The weather certainly did permit that day; it was already in the seventies by nine o'clock.
Since I'm holding out on that first surprise, let me tell you about the second one. We got to the pool, got settled, then jumped in... and it turned out that Lily didn't know how to swim!
I was at least competent enough to keep her from drowning until we got back to the shallow end. After that, though, I ceded the watery floor to a familiar face: Bailey, whom I'd met on my very first day. She and Courtney were both lifeguards on duty, and she happily gave Lily a crash course in the basic strokes. My petite snow angel's college-girl memory and strong body were more than up to the task of playing catch-up, and in just a half hour, both of us were doing lane laps. Swimming was a lot of fun! With a few breaks for water and chats with other girls, we stretched out our session another hour before heading back to the dorm. Lily and I both made sure to give Bailey big thank-you kisses. We would've done more, but her shift wasn't over for another hour.
After a pit stop at the group showers, we spent the hour before lunch in our dorm room. First, we made ourselves plug twins with a pair of pink numbers that sported some fun curves and bulges. Second, Lily knelt down and submitted to a collaring, even though we knew she wouldn't be wearing it for very long. Still, she loved the special collar the college had made for her: a medium-width pink one with 'Jenny's Bitch' written on it in silvery cursive. After that, I read to Lily while she cuddled next to me and suckled on my perky titty. We picked out another recommendation from the college's master list: a novel called
The Count of Monte Cristo
that had been translated from French to English. We didn't get through the whole thing, but what I did read aloud was captivating. I still wasn't quite as good a reader as Lily, but I felt like I was getting better every day. Lily liked the story so much that she said she was going to try to read the French version herself sometime, but only once I'd finished reading her 'our' version.
Lunch was interesting; it was all first-years, but the conversation was lively as anything. All of us had had exciting Saturdays, so there was no shortage of stories or gossip. Lena had visited the medical center, and was incredibly excited about the diaper-girl she'd observed getting one of two daily enemas. The girl was due to graduate that very semester, and already had a long-term job lined up as a pretend-daughter to a wealthy couple. Sarah, meanwhile, had been given a tour of the college's cooking facilities, and she wove a tale straight out of science fiction about how college girls and graduates assembled our meals. I hearkened back to Fumiko's words during my tour of the ranch, and it became clear to me that everything relating to food and drink on the college campus was either an experiment itself, or related to one. The way our food was prepared was no exception.
Even though Lily's big news about giving a Master a hand job stole the show, our lunchmates were fascinated by my story, too. I shared the gossip I'd gotten from Fumiko about how certain girls responded in special ways to the differently colored lights. Among the eight of us, none of us thought we were ultraviolets -- girls who became super geniuses under the most powerful blue lights. Everyone was excited to find out if any of us were green fiends or puppet girls. A lively debate broke out as to how we'd even be able to tell.
Monique was only halfway done telling us about her trip to the college town's BDSM clubs when regular lunch ended, so we resolved to catch up with her, Corrine, Mary-Beth, and Annabelle later. Just think: that was only eight girls out of twenty-four at lunch, and out of sixty total in our class! I got the feeling I'd be hearing neat stories for a long while.
That Sunday's Cum Lunch, I think, was when most of us realized that we'd be hitting a major milestone in our college careers very soon. The mellifluous Mistress' voice through the speakers simply told us to remember all the cocksucking lessons we'd been learning, and the practice we'd been doing, and to apply it all to our stock-standard dummies. The two supervising Mistresses were especially involved, doling out advice and little swats with riding crops in what seemed like equal measure. The mystery Mistress herself spent the last few minutes repeating familiar phrases as the lights began flashing between green and purple:
"Cum because he came. Cum because you made him cum."
After that, Lily and I set out to meet what had officially been the first surprise of our day: a four-hour session at the medical complex, colored blue, green,
and
purple, and labeled 'Weekly Checkup.' Far less surprising was that every girl from lunch joined us. When we arrived, we were directed to a locker room and ordered to strip completely naked -- no plugs, even. After that, we filed out, and the mystery Mistress' voice led us deeper into the complex. My tingling tattoos told me which door to stop at.
My destination's centerpiece was a standard examination table, but it also sported a sleek-looking computer on a desk with an office chair nearby, a sink, a bunch of drawers and cupboards, and all sorts of medical gear attached to the walls. I recognized the blood pressure cuff and those attachments for looking into ears and noses, but not much else. Without any explicit instructions, I turned towards the door I'd walked in and simply waited.
After just a minute, in walked another familiar face. Nadine, our third-year tour guide, looked very professional in her sleek nurse's scrubs and white lab coat -- and very sexy, too. Her auburn hair was in a tight ponytail behind her, and her professional shoes made dull thuds on the soft floor. Her expression was warm and friendly.
"Hey there, Jenny!" she said. "Fancy meeting you here."
I gave her a big smile. "Hi, Nadine. Small world."
The room's lights turned purple. The mystery Mistress' voice came through the speakers, and, thanks to the light, I felt it penetrating my brain.
"Jenny,"
she said. I startled a bit at hearing my name. "
Nadine is deputized. You will comply unless a Mistress intercedes.
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"Yes, Mistress," I said automatically. I felt the change between Nadine and myself. She was a Mistress, or near enough to one. She was to be obeyed.
"Good girl,"
the Mistress said through the speaker. I let the small wave of pleasure wash over me. The lights shifted gradually back to white, and my attention refocused on Nadine.
"Now," Nadine said, "most of today is going to be business, but I think we can probably spare a moment or two for a better greeting. What do you think?"
