A Woman's Servant 2

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Meetings with the Dean

As we settle into the second semester we fall into our daily protocol, some changes due to Christy’s new class schedule. But I remain monitoring Christy’s computer time, her emails included.

It’s a cold morning with Christy doing her mandatory laps in the corral, almost jogging in heels to spur body heat. I work in the den occasionally looking up to see the cold nakedness prancing about, those rolling cheeks remaining alluring.

I note that Christy has received an email from Dean Hooper’s office, which, of course, means Miss Evers. It seems she has reviewed Christy’s schedule and concluded that late Monday would be the best time to resume her meetings with the Dean. Quite the prevenient lass... quite the determined Dean.

In thinking of the young and forthright Miss Evers, perhaps it is time for Christy to get to know her better. The thought brings a smile, knowing that her abrupt manner Christy finds to be obnoxious. She’s pretty, about Christy’s age and very much in control, utilizing her position as major domo to the Dean with great effect.

So when I deem Christy to have adequate exercise, moving to the kitchen door to offer a welcomed clap of my hands to conclude Christy’s chilly outdoor romp, I broach the subject as Christy kneels on all four and I cleanse.

“You’re to once again visit the Dean, Christy, Monday’s at 4:00 p.m.”

With my hands palpating I can feel her reaction... she tenses. Submitting to the Dean... exposing herself to Miss Evers... quite the mental/emotional trauma.

“I’d rather not, Ma’am, she just... she just...”

“Uses you like a w***e,” I finish the thought for her. “Well that is good for you. Keeps a girl humble and in her place. And keeps you open for Mr. Feeldoe,” I remind with a snicker.

As I speak I reach under and give the smooth soft tummy an inspecting feel, Christy slowly filling with her daily enema.

“Well if you’re going to graduate, I suspect you will be paying homage to the Dean on a regular basis. And be sure you please Miss Evers as well. She seems to wield a lot of influence.”

“She makes me take off my clothes... and wait,” the thought obviously of great irritation.

“It is best for you. You will obey her... as you do all women,” my tone becoming maternally firm. “And I think it would be nice to invite her to dinner some evening. It can’t hurt to brownnose a little. She can help you.”

With my fingers working Christy’s flesh, I can feel I struck a nerve. She stiffens. Though I find the youthful Miss Evers to be refreshing and vigorous, for Christy to subjugate herself to a girl her own age horripilates.

“No. I won’t do that.”

“Then I will. And you will serve. In your maid’s costume. I think Miss Evers will be pleased... if not quite amused.”

I counter Christy’s fractiousness by letting the enema flow... and flow... and flow.

“I wonder if she as ever observed a prostate milking,” I muse.

My words again bring tension. This brings a smile and a thought.

“Yes, I’ll milk you for her. If you’re polite and obedient I’ll use ice. If not we’ll let the points and the teeth bracelet discipline you... with Miss Evers watching. Yes, she’ll definitely be amused.”