The dorm

You take Grace back to your dorm room and close the door behind you. “Take off your clothes, Grace,” you tell her as you undress. Once the two of you are completely naked, you hand Grace a towel to wrap around herself. The towel barely covers from her nipples to her upper thighs; the slightest misstep would cause her to flash everyone within sight. Your towel, oddly enough, covers you perfectly. Picking up some soap, shampoo, and conditioner, you lead your pet to the shower room. You step into the changing area in front of one of the shower stalls and wait until Grace walks in behind you and closes the curtain. Motioning for Grace to remove her towel, you stand in wait as she removes your towel and hangs them both up.

The shower takes place much in the same way, with Grace washing your body and hair for you, then washing her own as you watch approvingly. Once the two of you are clean, you wrap your respective towels around you, go back to your room, and have Grace sit naked at your desk to finish her homework while you make a couple of phone calls.

By this point Grace is in the full swing of things. At 7pm, you select two matching short skirts, white T-shirts, dark blue bras, and sandals. You stand as Grace dresses you, then watch with approval as Grace dresses, turning it into a bit of a sexy dance for you. Grace’s collar is placed on her neck and the two of you go to the campus coffeehouse. Once the two of you place your order, you pick a small booth in the corner, motioning for Grace to sit down, then you scoot over beside her, keeping her between you and the wall. “Remember,” you whisper to her, “in public you will call me Jane and we will act just as two friends and partners out having fun. But you must never forget to show me the respect that is due me.”

“Of course, Jane,” she nods and smiles brightly.

Resuming a normal tone of voice, you face the vibrant redhead. “So, Grace, do you enjoy dancing?”

She beams one of her melting, winning smiles. “Absolutely! I was in the color guard and took some gymnastics and dance lessons through the high school I attended, but we could never afford any lessons beyond that.” Grace bows her head, a note of regret in her voice.

“Then I have a surprise for you, love.” You place your hand on hers, attracting her attention so she looks at you. “I found a place here in town that will give you some aerobic and freestyle dancing lessons. You can start tomorrow after classes, if you like.”

“Tha-that’s great!” Grace’s face quickly falls. “But the only way I got here was on a scholarship. I don’t have that kind of money.”

You lovingly squeeze her hand and whisper to her. “Grace, you are my partner and my pet. I promised you that if you obeyed me, I would take care of you, did I not?” She nods, her eyes full of hope. “I will take care of the dance lessons. You just work hard to do a good job dancing for me and for yourself.”

Grace’s eyes flash more vibrantly than before. She turns and hugs you tightly, startling you for a moment before you gather yourself and hug her back. “Thank you, Mistress,” she whispers. “I promise I’ll do a good job and make us both proud.”

You kiss her cheek softly as your sandwiches and drinks are brought to you. The waitress quickly slips away, a little embarrassed by your blatant displays of affection. Grace eats her turkey and Swiss sandwich with a Diet coke, while you have the Mediterranean Veggie sandwich with an iced chai tea. The two of you gossip and chat about your classes and teachers. Once you finish eating, you leave a tip and escort Grace back to her room. When you arrive at Grace’s room, you reach down to stroke her cheek. “Be sure to come by my room the first thing before you leave for classes.” With that you kiss her softly and walk to your room.

The next few days pass in a blur. Grace studies, showers, and has dinner with you every day. The mornings are filled with classes and the afternoons are spent watching Grace dance. As for the nights, you spend them either in Grace’s room or with Grace in your room as you teach her the joys of vibrators, nipple clamps, riding crops, and ice, often leaving her hanging for over an hour before she is allowed to pleasure you or herself.

Finally Friday night comes around. Grace comes by your room after her last class, ready to go to her dancing lessons. “Grace,” you say as you sit in your chair, your voice in a soft commanding position as you cross your legs. “We will not be going to class tonight.”

“Why not, Mistress?” Grace looks at you with a slight pout.

“Because tonight, I have a little surprise for you. Something that I think you will enjoy.” You give her a predatorial grin. “I know I’ll enjoy it.”