She stumbled out of bed to answer the shrilling phone, still half
asleep. She barked her shins on a pile of notebooks on the floor. Across the
room, her roommate groaned and rolled over in her sleep. She hurried a bit
more to get the phone before waking her roommate up.
“Hello?” she asked sleepily.
“Morning,” came the reply. She recognized the voice of her master
immediately.
“Hello, sir,” she said, and her voice had a much more submissive tone.
“Why did you call me?” She wished she was at his apartment. So much better,
to lie with him and awake with her small hands bound in a bondage belt, with
the warmth of his body nearby and having the excuse of fetters to allow her to
lie in bed.
“I want you to come to the dining hall and have breakfast with me.
Also, I want you to wear a skirt today. Above the knee, I think. And your
stockings and garter belt.”
“Why?”
“You’ll find out after English. You can wear flats if you want, but
bring your heels along in a bag. Oh, and if you wear underwear, it has to be
something that comes off easily. Wear your silk ones with the bows.”
“OK, sir,” she said, wondering inside what he meant. She would be glad
in an hour for having eaten, but right now she wanted more than anything to
crawl back into bed and sleep. She had half an hour before class. But she
obeyed, wondering why all the while.
He was no more tractable at breakfast. He allowed her to get three
bowls of Captain Crunch, something he usually forbade on the grounds that it
was junk, but anytime she asked why he wanted her dressed that way he only
answered, “You’ll find out after English.”
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