bed and fell into the most peaceful sleep she’d experienced all week.
“You look satisfied and refreshed,” Gina told her the next morning as they dressed for their classes. “I take it you found what you were looking for last night at the bar?”
“Oh yeah,” she smiled, lasciviously. “I slept the slumber of a woman thoroughly sated and worn out.”
“Rock on,” Gina grinned. “I’m glad to see your dry spell has come to an end,” she paused for a second, a pensive look crossing her face before adding, “It’s a shame you couldn’t bust your rut by busting the Professor’s nut though,” she giggled.
“That’s the only thing that could’ve made it better,” Sabrina agreed, suppressing her own giggles. Clearing her throat, she grabbed her brush to pull her long hair into a pony tail. “I need to go to the salon today to get a mani/pedi and a wax, you want to come too?” she asked Gina with the Professor’s words echoing in her head. She couldn’t wait to feel the heat of the wax tingling her bare pussy. She’d always avoided getting waxed bare in the past because she was afraid it would turn her on too much, but she was willing to withstand the possibility of arousal for the promise of deeper play with her new Master.
“I wouldn’t miss you getting a wax for anything! I’ve been begging you to do it the last two years,” her roommate agreed. “What changed your mind?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
“Let’s just say that I plan on making last night a regular occurrence, at least for a little bit and I want to put my best foot forward.”
“Hmmm, and hand and vagina, too, apparently,” Gina eyed her friend, still wanting to get to the bottom of the sudden change in her opinion about waxing. “I’ll make the appointments,” she offered. “Does four work for you?”
Running through her schedule for the day in her head, Sabrina bit her lip, “Four should be perfect actually,” she confirmed. “Meet here at 3:30 and head over?”
“See you then,” Gina waved and left the room. Not two seconds after the door clicked shut behind her friend, her phone dinged signaling a text. She could no longer suppress her mirth when she saw the contact name illuminating her screen.
I hope you had a restful night, as you will get little rest this weekend.
Quickly, she typed out a response and sent it back:
Best night of sleep I’ve had all week. Thank you, Sir.
She wasn’t surprised when she didn’t receive an answering message from the Professor, and she decided it was time to leave her cocoon of the previous night’s bliss and face a new day, one where she knew she wouldn’t come across the Professor without seeking him out. Though she longed to steal some time with him in his office again, she knew it was too dangerous to keep up their affair in places on campus and he would not approve of her trying to provoke him into a session.
On her way back to the dorm room to meet Gina at the end of the day, she started to think about what the Professor had said the previous night. He’d suggested that she wax, but it had not been a direct order. How would he feel if she went through with her appointment without getting clarification? He would see her in all of her bald glory in the morning, but what if her assumption displeased him? Would he decide they couldn’t spend the weekend together? Would he decide she wasn’t a worthy sub? Would he simply punish her for not securing explicit permission? Or did he simply desire to wax her himself?
Grabbing her phone, she contemplated her options. With a glance at the time, she dialed his number and waited.
“Miss Carson,” he answered, briskly. “This is a surprise. I didn’t know we’d made an appointment to talk today,” she could hear the frown in his voice.
“I apologize for any interruption, Sir, but I was hoping to clarify the housekeeping issue we discussed last night during our tutoring session,” she said, trying to keep the
“You look satisfied and refreshed,” Gina told her the next morning as they dressed for their classes. “I take it you found what you were looking for last night at the bar?”
“Oh yeah,” she smiled, lasciviously. “I slept the slumber of a woman thoroughly sated and worn out.”
“Rock on,” Gina grinned. “I’m glad to see your dry spell has come to an end,” she paused for a second, a pensive look crossing her face before adding, “It’s a shame you couldn’t bust your rut by busting the Professor’s nut though,” she giggled.
“That’s the only thing that could’ve made it better,” Sabrina agreed, suppressing her own giggles. Clearing her throat, she grabbed her brush to pull her long hair into a pony tail. “I need to go to the salon today to get a mani/pedi and a wax, you want to come too?” she asked Gina with the Professor’s words echoing in her head. She couldn’t wait to feel the heat of the wax tingling her bare pussy. She’d always avoided getting waxed bare in the past because she was afraid it would turn her on too much, but she was willing to withstand the possibility of arousal for the promise of deeper play with her new Master.
“I wouldn’t miss you getting a wax for anything! I’ve been begging you to do it the last two years,” her roommate agreed. “What changed your mind?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
“Let’s just say that I plan on making last night a regular occurrence, at least for a little bit and I want to put my best foot forward.”
“Hmmm, and hand and vagina, too, apparently,” Gina eyed her friend, still wanting to get to the bottom of the sudden change in her opinion about waxing. “I’ll make the appointments,” she offered. “Does four work for you?”
Running through her schedule for the day in her head, Sabrina bit her lip, “Four should be perfect actually,” she confirmed. “Meet here at 3:30 and head over?”
“See you then,” Gina waved and left the room. Not two seconds after the door clicked shut behind her friend, her phone dinged signaling a text. She could no longer suppress her mirth when she saw the contact name illuminating her screen.
I hope you had a restful night, as you will get little rest this weekend.
Quickly, she typed out a response and sent it back:
Best night of sleep I’ve had all week. Thank you, Sir.
She wasn’t surprised when she didn’t receive an answering message from the Professor, and she decided it was time to leave her cocoon of the previous night’s bliss and face a new day, one where she knew she wouldn’t come across the Professor without seeking him out. Though she longed to steal some time with him in his office again, she knew it was too dangerous to keep up their affair in places on campus and he would not approve of her trying to provoke him into a session.
On her way back to the dorm room to meet Gina at the end of the day, she started to think about what the Professor had said the previous night. He’d suggested that she wax, but it had not been a direct order. How would he feel if she went through with her appointment without getting clarification? He would see her in all of her bald glory in the morning, but what if her assumption displeased him? Would he decide they couldn’t spend the weekend together? Would he decide she wasn’t a worthy sub? Would he simply punish her for not securing explicit permission? Or did he simply desire to wax her himself?
Grabbing her phone, she contemplated her options. With a glance at the time, she dialed his number and waited.
“Miss Carson,” he answered, briskly. “This is a surprise. I didn’t know we’d made an appointment to talk today,” she could hear the frown in his voice.
“I apologize for any interruption, Sir, but I was hoping to clarify the housekeeping issue we discussed last night during our tutoring session,” she said, trying to keep the
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