Melanie's New Life at College

"Hello?" I said, sounding far more tentative than I had wanted.

"Hi, I'm calling for a Ms. Melanie Ross." The voice was that of a younger woman, clipped and efficient but pleasant enough.

"This is she," I replied.

"Hi Ms. Ross, my name is Darby Franklin, I'm Eileen Wilhoit's executive assistant. I'm calling on her behalf to invite you to her home on Saturday afternoon for drinks."

I froze, not believing what I'd heard. Why would this beautiful, powerful, intelligent, sexy woman be contacting me? I mean, Prof. Bonner had been talking me up, but still, being invited for Saturday drinks with Eileen Wilhoit? I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"Oh, uh, wow, yeah, that would be wonderful," I said, actually hitting myself in the head as punishment for sounding so lame. "What time would that be?"

"Around 3 p.m. I'll email you all the details," said Darby Franklin, who then hung up before I could even give her my email or ask any other questions, like how to dress or whether I could bring anything. Yeah, like Eileen Wilhoit would need anything a broke college student could provide.

I just stared at my phone for a few seconds, amazed by what had just happened. I was even more amazed when a soft ping signaled a new email, one that proved to be from Darby Franklin. It stated that I should be at the Wilhoit residence at 3 p.m. Saturday, clad in a casual dress and stockings, which I thought more than a little weird. It also provided an address and a map.

When I had finally recovered from my shock, I grabbed my purse and headed to my favorite boutique. The owner, Allison, is a curvaceous but attractive 40-something wife with three kids. She was also my only other local pet, but given her business and family responsibilities, we didn't get to play as often as either would like. I do drop by a couple of times a month to have her lick my pussy or fuck her with my strap-on in her small back office.

I arrived shortly before 5:30 p.m., which was closing time, but I walked in anyway, ignoring the blonde, tattooed co-ed who told me I would have to come back tomorrow.

"It's okay, Tara," a voice called. "She's a friend. Why don't you take off? I'll handle closing tonight."

I smiled sweetly at Tara, thinking that perhaps I should finally get around to adding that third pet I'd been thinking about, then turned to Allison as she approached. She was wearing a wrap-around red dress, from which her abundant cleavage bulged in a most inviting manner, a wide black belt, and matching black knee-length boots. Her long, brown hair was piled up in a loose bun. She smiled at me as she walked over to the door, locked it, and then lowered the store blinds. Once that was done, she walked over to me, carefully lowered herself to her knees, and looked up at me with a look of slavish devotion.

"Good evening, mistress, it's so nice to see you," she purred in her cute, slightly southern accent.

"It's good to see you too, my pet," I said, pulling her up and then into my arms for a long, deep kiss with lots of tongue. She moaned into my mouth and pressed her body firmly against mine.

"I'm supposed to be home in 30 minutes," she said when we finally broke our kiss.

"Call hubby, tell him something's come up and you'll be late," I ordered.

"Of course, mistress."

I wandered around the store while she retreated to her office to call home and give her husband, a slightly chubby accountant with a receding hairline and, from what Allison has said, a smallish dick, the bad news. I pulled a few dresses off racks and held them up while examining myself in a mirror.

"Those would all look lovely on you," said Allison as she returned to the front of the store. "Well, perhaps not the yellow so much, but the rest work very nicely."

This was one of the reasons I'd decided to make Allison my pet this past spring. She has a fantastic fashion sense, which I'd learned when I first came to her store in need of a dress for a hot date. She was just so attentive and accommodating while I tried on about a dozen or so outfits that I knew she would make a wonderful pet. Plus, she always seemed to pop back into the dressing room right when I was naked to hand me another dress to try on. So after I'd rejected yet another selection, after about a half-hour of her pulling items from racks, I told her I was growing frustrated and stressed.

"I'm sorry to hear that, miss. Is there anything I can do?" she'd asked very solicitously.

"Yes," I replied coolly in a firm voice. "You can get on your knees and lick my pussy, after of course, pledging your complete allegiance to me."

I looked her straight in the eyes, her shocked expression absolutely priceless. It would have been worth it even if she hadn't, after several hesitant seconds, dropped to her knees and crawled to where I was sitting naked on a bench in the dressing room. But she did and now, I get orgasms and free merchandise every time I drop in.

"I need a new dress and some stockings," I announced after hearing her verdict on my choices. "But first, I really need that sweet tongue of yours between my legs. Strip off that dress and your underwear, but leave the boots, They're very sexy."

"You know it is always my pleasure to serve you, Mistress," she said as she began stripping. In just a few seconds, she had shed everything but the boots and begun to crawl toward where I sat in a cushioned arm chair, usually used by exasperated husbands and boyfriends wondering when their wives or girlfriends were going to make up their fucking minds. Her massive breasts swung pendulously as she moved toward me, her eyes gleaming with lust. Watching her approach, my pussy burned with need.

Allison is not the pussy pleaser that Azar or my former school librarian, Ms. Dunne, are but she tries, bless her heart, and I was so horny thinking about Eileen Wilhoit that I managed to cum fairly quickly. Afterward, we selected a very sexy royal blue dress and matching stockings that I felt certain would work perfectly on Saturday. I was so pleased with Allison's assistance that I took her back to the office and fucked her to several orgasms with a strap-on I keep there. As I left, I pondered again adding Tara to my harem, which would give someone for Allison to regularly practice on.

Friday seemed to drag on forever and that night, I stayed home, nervous about the next day. Once Saturday arrived, I took great care in shaving my legs and crafting my long, raven-black hair into a stylish chignon. I wanted to make the best possible impression. The blue dress and stockings, which I'd paired with some nice high heeled white sandals, was perfect and I felt very confident when I pulled my beat-up old Toyota past the security gates, which opened after I identified myself to a square metal speaker box at the entrance, and up the long winding driveway to a magnificent mansion.

Butterflies the size of bats seemed to be fluttering around in my stomach and my throat had constricted to about a tenth of its usual circumference as I approached the large wooden door. It swung silently open when I was still three steps away and I was greeted by a woman, probably in her late 20s, dressed in a short black skirt and plain, white blouse that nevertheless accentuated all of her curves. Her sandy brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she wore little makeup, but still looked sexy as hell, with her long, muscular legs encased in black stockings. She gave me an appraising look, her face betraying nothing about her opinion of me.

"Ms. Ross, I presume," she said in a dull monotone voice.

"Yes. I have an appointment with Mrs. Wilhoit," I said, so nervous my voice was actually shaking a little. My palms were sweaty and I was seized by an irrational fear that I would somehow contrive to break some precious family heirloom.

"Of course ma'am, please follow me." She turned and led me through a large foyer and past a wide curving staircase. We passed through what seemed to be a formal living room and then a large dining area before stopping at a set of large double doors. She knocked twice and I heard Eileen Wilhoit's voice call out. The woman pushed open the doors, stepped in and said, "Ms. Ross has arrived, Madame."

She stepped to one side and motioned for me to enter. I found myself in a large but cozy office with a massive oak desk, behind which Eileen Wilhoit was seated. There was a leather couch, coffee table ad two matching arm chairs along arranged perpendicular to a large, ornate fireplace. A pair of French doors led out onto a cobblestone patio that bordered a large pool and spa, behind which appeared to be a small guesthouse.

"Hello, Melanie. Thank you so much for coming." Eileen Wilhoit rose from her office chair and stepped around the desk, giving me a warm, welcoming look. She wore a simple floral sun dress that showed off her firm breasts and toned arms and shoulders. Her legs were encased in patterned white stockings. Her hair was worn loose and it hung across her shoulders. She looked relaxed and fit, and her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight filtering through the windows.

"Thank you so much for having me," I said, stepping forward and extending a hand. She ignored it and instead stepped forward and hugged me, planting a firm kiss on my cheek while her arms wrapped around the small of my back. I felt a flush of desire wash over me at her touch and was so overwhelmed and surprised by her gesture that I didn't think to kiss her back.

"It's my pleasure, dear. I suppose you're wondering why, though, aren't you? Please, sit down. Helen, bring in the wine and the hors d'ouvres please."

She guided me over to the couch and we sat down, about a foot of empty space between us. Helen, who had let me into the house, brought in a tray bearing a carafe of white wine and a platter with various cheeses, olives, sliced meats and small squares of bread. There were also two small appetizer plates, all of which were set down on a coffee table.

"Yes, I was curious about why you would want to see me. I know you mentioned that Dr. Bonner had been talking about me, but really, I'm just another student," I said, carefully putting some food on my plate.

"Nonsense. I've known Emily quite a while and I trust her judgement completely. She's tells me you're an extraordinary young woman and from what I've seen, I believe she's right."

I took a sip of the chilled white wine, which was delicious, and gazed into Eileen's eyes. She seemed to me to be telling the truth, but there was definitely more to this visit. I cleared my throat and tried to gather up my courage, hoping my next question wouldn't come off as rude or offensive.

"Pardon me for saying so, Mrs. Wilhoit, but what could you possibly have seen? We only spoke for a few minutes at last week's lecture, and I was seated very far in the back."

"Yes, I noticed that. Afraid I'd be boring and wanted to be able to sneak out early without being noticed?"

My face felt like it had caught fire. I tried to protest, but my mouth felt like it was stuffed with ash. She gave me a hard look then, but it only lasted for a second before she threw back her head and emitted a throaty laugh. I felt my stomach unclench a little and chuckled self-consciously.

"Don't worry, it was actually where I would have sat. And you have a fair point about how much I could have seen, Melanie. And please call me Eileen." She picked up her glass and took a long sip, watching me over the rim. "But I think you know what I saw. You're not a foolish or silly girl, and I bet you can put two and two together."

I was puzzled for a second, and then I remembered her comment about Azar.

"Right, my friend," I said sheepishly.

"Oh, I don't believe she was just your friend. I think your relationship with her is a very unique one, one that few women are capable of forging. I know, because I have forged many such relationships myself."

Her words shook me. First, they implied that she did indeed recognize the nature of my and Azar's relationship. And second, did she just admit to having her own lesbian slaves? I had frozen, a slice of bread and cheese halfway to my mouth, staring at her while my heart pounded in my chest.

"That's right, Melanie. I think that young lady, whose name I don't yet know, was, how shall I put it, your pet. Some call them slaves or servants, but I have always preferred pet."

"Her name is Azar," I replied, accepting but still not truly believing that I was having this conversation. "And yes, she is my pet. I prefer that term too."

"I thought you might. I'll be completely straightforward with you, Melanie. After Emily had gushed about you for, I don't know, the fiftieth time or so, I told her to invite you to the lecture. In fact, meeting you was a key reason I agreed to it in the first place. My initial intention was to add you to my harem. But after seeing that you have your own pets - do you have more than one pet, by the way? - I realized that we are birds of a feather."

I was still struggling to put coherent thoughts together, and her admission that she had intended to seduce me didn't help. I was suddenly filled with visions of the two of us naked on a large bed with silk sheets, our bodies covered in sweat, while we did all sorts of decadent and delicious things to each other. Unfortunately, it sounded as if that was no longer her plan, but if not, what was? And what did she mean, she had Prof. Bonner invite me?

"You no doubt have a lot of questions and are still uncertain about what is happening. Perhaps I can help clear it up a little," Eileen said. She leaned over and plucked a small, silver hand bell from the end table next to her. She gave it a delicate shake and its light, musical tones filled the room. Instantly, a door in the corner, which I had not previously noticed, opened and two women entered. I gasped.

One was Prof. Emily Bonner. The other was her fellow faculty member from that night, Prof. Marengo. Both were dressed in sheer crotchless body stockings with opening through which their breasts protruded. Neither said a word but walked steadfastly forward until they had reached the couch. Without receiving any instructions from Eileen, each woman grabbed one end of the table and together moved it back several feet. Prof. Marengo, clad in a maroon outfit, then stood directly in front of me and, leaning over, took the wine glass and plate I held and put them on the table, while I stared open mouthed at her. Emily, clad in red, performed the same function for Eileen. Finally, both professors sank to their knees in front of us and bowed their heads.

"You summoned us, Mistress?" Emily said.

"Yes. It's time the true nature of our relationship became known to Melanie. Emily, please help her understand."

My advisor, a thirty-something wife and mother of two small children who had a reputation as a tough yet fair professor, turned and looked into my eyes. There was not the slightest hint of shame or embarrassment in her face; rather, she looked proud and defiant.

"Melanie, as you have no doubt gathered, I and Deann," here she nodded at Prof. Marengo, "serve Mistress Eileen. We are proud to do so and considered ourselves blessed to have the opportunity to fulfill her wishes and desires."

"But...but your married with kids," I stuttered. I really don't know why I was having such a hard time grasping this. I myself at taken a close friend, my high school librarian, two college classmates and a middle-aged dress shop owner as pets over the past three years. Still, to have my academic advisor suddenly kneeling before me, confessing her enslavement to another woman, was somewhat shocking.

"Yes, and I love my children more than anything and, in my way, love my husband as well. But he cannot provide me with the sexual relief and fulfillment that I crave. Only Mistress Eileen can do so. I relish serving her and will do so for as long as she allows me."

"I feel the same way. I love my mistress and will do everything in my power to see that her wishes and desires are met at all times and in all ways," said Deann Marengo, her Bahamian accent somehow adding to the eroticism of her words.

I leaned back into the couch, stunned by what I had heard and, frankly, concerned about what was to come next. Eileen sensed my fear, I suppose, because she reached out and put her hand gently on my wrist.

"Melanie, I'm not trying to enslave you. You are a natural dominant. I saw that the instant that your friend, Azar, turned and nodded to you the night of my lecture."

At these words, Emily gave a start and shot me a look, to which I just responded with a smirk and a shrug, and then turned back to Eileen as she continued.

"I don't want you as a pet, at least not permanently, but I would love to have you as a protégé, someone I can help grow into her own, both as a businesswoman and a domme."

"Why?" I asked. I thought it a reasonable question, but it seemed to take Eileen aback. Her brow furrowed and she took several seconds to come up with her answer.

"My husband and I are childless, and that's always been fine with me. But lately, I have felt this need, this desire to pass on my experiences, to feel the satisfaction of helping a promising young woman rise to the top of her field, just as I have managed to rise to the top of mine. When I saw that you were not just the brilliant student that Emily described, but also a strong young woman who embraced her position as a sexual dominant, I realized that you might be the perfect candidate. And it doesn't hurt that I find you hot as hell and would love to take you to my bed."

She took one of my hands and looked at me kindly, clearly not wanting to come on too strong. I took a deep breath and pondered my situation. I looked down at Emily and Deann, both still kneeling, staring down at the floor, their luscious bodies on full display. I could not help noticing that their nipples were as hard a rocks. I realized my pussy was on fire.

"What would this entail?" Suddenly I felt on much more solid ground and was intrigued by Eileen's offer, but resolved not to jump into anything without a much firmer grasp of the expectations and long-term consequences.

"Well, to be completely upfront, I would ask that you submit to me; become, temporarily, one of my pets. I believe that the best mistresses are those that have, at least for a while, been pets themselves. I was once a pet and believe me, I gained immeasurable insight from the experience," Eileen said.

"But can a true domme ever really be a true submissive?" I asked. I wasn't sure how I felt about serving as a pet, even on a temporary basis. I have always had a bit of a problem with authority, as Emily knows, and the idea of submitting to Eileen or anyone else did not really appeal

"No, you're right, but only because you could never really feel the joy such a relationship brings to the true submissive. But just going through the motions can provide you with extremely important insights. I see you are concerned about that. I assumed you would be, that's why I brought it up first," she said.

"You're right, it concerns me. But suppose I agreed to it, on the understanding that it's a temporary arrangement. What else would be involved in being your protégé?" I tried to be as respectful in my tone as possible, as I did not want her to think I was being the least bit ungrateful. It was an incredibly flattering offer.

"You would work for me, and not just as a summer intern, but starting now. And yes, you would be paid. But I would also ensure that you had all the time and resources needed to continue to succeed in school. And yes, she would be doing all her own work." This last was directed at Emily, who looked as if she might be about to say something, still serving as my dedicated academic advisor, despite being nearly naked and on her knees in front of me.