Learning in the library

You get up the next morning and take a shower, taking a few moments to pleasure yourself as you plot out Grace’s first full day of training. When you return to your room, you find a message from Grace on your phone with her class schedule and a request for any instructions you wish to give her.

Humming to yourself, you message her asking to stop by your room on her way to her first class. With a few moments to spare, you place a memory card in your computer and load a few songs on it as you brush your hair. Soon Grace knocks at your door. You turn your chair to face the door and sit there, legs crossed at the knees, still naked from your shower. “Come in, Grace.”

Grace walks in and is taken aback by your look and your nakedness. She stops as you casually look over her outfit to make sure she followed your instructions. Then you examine her again, making no effort to hide you undressing her with your eyes. She smiles sheepishly, placing her hands behind her back and sticking out her chest a bit, allowing you to stare to your heart’s content.

After ogling for a few minutes, you hold out your hand. “Grace, please give me your phone.”

Without hesitation she pulls it out of her backpack and hands it to you. You take the memory card out of your computer and put it into her phone as you motion for Grace to stand beside you. She does and you hand her the phone, motioning her to bend over a bit. As Grace holds the phone, you place your right hand up her skirt and caress her inner thigh as your left hand points out a few things. “Here is where you go to play the music on the card. Once you finish your last class you will text me, then you will put on the headphones and start the music as you walk to the first floor of the library. This button on the headphones will allow you to pause the music when I call you. You will sit in one of the reading cubicles on the first floor, listen to the music, do your homework, and wait for me to call. Is that understood?”

As you finish, you trail the very tip of your nail against the very lowest part of Grace’s opening. She shudders and moves against you as she purrs “Oh, yes, Mistress Jane.”

“Good girl.” You move your hand away, causing Grace to moan sadly. “Now hurry to class so you’re not late.”

Grace smiles as she waves to you and leaves the room. “Bye, Mistress.”

You stand and get dressed in a light button down blouse and black knee length skirt, then leave your room for your first class. You attend all but your last class of the day. Instead, you go to the decorative water fountain at the first floor of the library, making sure you have a clear view of the reading cubicles but that anyone sitting in them cannot readily see you. Soon, you receive the message from Grace. You press the play button on your phone’s mp3 player, allowing you to play the same music that Grace is hearing so you can time your ****.

About halfway through the first verse of the first song, “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover” by Sophie B. Hawkins, you see Grace saunter in, swaying her hips a bit to the music. You make a mental note of her quasi-dancing and ways to use it later as you watch her sit down and open her backpack. As the song finishes, you watch Grace try to study, but the music keeps beckoning her so that she moves her head to the beat as she reads her textbook.

Once the song finishes, Flyleaf’s “All Around Me” begins. Again, Grace quickly moves with the change in tempo. However, what draws your attention is the way her legs have started moving a bit closer together. By the end of the song, she has to raise up a bit to adjust her skirt.

“That’s a good girl, Grace. Do your homework and wait for my call,” you whisper to yourself as the next song, “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails, starts. By the end of the song Grace is practically fidgeting, trying so hard to focus on her schoolwork as ordered. Just to make sure that your instincts were correct in selecting Grace, you make her wait until the end of the next song, “Prey” by Seraphim Shock, before calling her.

Grace jumps in her sit, drawing a few brief stares, as she presses the button on the headset. “Yes, Mistress?” she asks, trying to keep the strain out of her voice.