Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2002 22:57:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Rachel Love Subject: "The Mistress and the Freshman"/ Part 1/ Installment 1 "The Mistress and the Freshman" - PART 1 by Rachel Love This is the story of my freshman year in college and how a chance encounter changed my life. It describes intense sexual acts between and older adult and an 18 year old, so if you are not into this or if you are younger than 18, please don't read this. INSTALLMENT 1 I have always been curious about my sexuality since an early age, and I saw college as an opportunity to explore that side of me to its full potential. Though I never fully admitted to myself the extent that I liked women, I always knew that there was a secret attraction that existed. I was 18 years old, far away from home at a big University. I had always been conscious about my body --- I was 5'5'', 120 lbs, with an hourglass figure. My light brown hair was long and my face was cute and pixyish. However, once at college the freshman fifteen hit hard, and I found that my body became much curvier and my breasts filled out to a size 34C. I was very embarrassed about my new found curves, and I was careful to always wear baggy clothes around campus. One day I received an invitation to dinner with the Vice-President of the University, which was a huge honor being that I was only a measly freshman in this huge school. I was very nervous about going and I took care to be a sophisticated as possible. I wore a short black cocktail dress, cut low across my round, full breasts, and I put on my highest stiletto heels to make myself as tall as possible. At the time I thought I looked stylish and older, but really the outfit made me look like a young sex kitten. I arrived at the large hall where the dinner was being held and immediately felt small and insignificant, surrounded my intelligent, beautiful, older people. I wandered towards the corridor and picked up a drink, when all of a sudden I felt a touch on my arm. I looked up and beheld a stunning tall, blond, muscular woman in a long black evening dress. As a gaped up at her 6'0'' frame she smiled at me and extended her hand to me: "Hi there. You must be Rachel. I've seen you around campus and heard a lot about you, which is why I invited you tonight... oh! I'm Katherine Deunier, the Vice President here." "Oh!" I gasped, "I didn't realize... how stupid of me... thanks for u-um inviting me to this...ummm function" My words were jumbled and I was flustered. I blushed deeply and looked away. Katherine smiled and looked me over carefully, taking in my curves. She was obviously enjoying my discomfort and she moved closer, smiling even more. For some reason I couldn't even meet her eye. There was something about her that made her seem so powerful and in control. I shivered a little thinking about it. "Oh you poor dear," she said, "You are freezing in that little dress. Come with me and we'll find a warm place to talk." Before I could decline, she had lead me through the doors into a back hallway. We seemed to walk for a while before we came to a room which she drew me into, shutting the door behind us. I looked around and saw that we were in a nice study, with a fire and a large bearskin rug on the floor. I stared at the fireplace and inadvertently licked my lips. Katherine smiled and this and beckoned for me to sit across from her by the fireplace. I was on a low stool and my body seemed completely exposed to her, lit by the orange flickering of the fire. She walked over to the bar and poured some dark liquid into two crystal glasses and handed me one. "Drink up. It will make you warm," she said. I obeyed her and soon I was feeling very sleepy and warm. I leaned back and started to close my eyes. Then it was time for Katherine to make her move. She started to speak to me in a soft voice: "Rachel, I've had my eye on you for a while. Ever since I saw you during freshman orientation in that tight pink tube top... I wanted to take you under my wing and teach you things. I want to give you a very special and very different lesson about passion, desire, and obedience. Do you want to be my special student?" She moved over and began to stroke my legs as she purred her words to me. I was so aroused by what she was doing that I could hardly speak... I nodded my head and smiled up at her, accepting the position of her student. Immediately her manner changed. She sprang up excitedly and locked the door. Then she slowly walked back and stood in front of my chair. "Now Rachel sweetie, I know from looking at you that you are a virgin in every sense of the word. I have planned a very intense session for us tonight --- you might feel overwhelmed and if you are and wish to stop at any point all you have to do is show these safe words or gestures and I will stop." I nodded at her words and she showed me the gestures and words. The she pulled me to my feet so I was standing in front of her. "From this point on you will address me as Miss K. or Mistress. I will call you whatever I want, and you are to obey me!" She spoke her commands in a powerful voice, and I nodded again. Then she lead me into her room and we started the longest night of my life... If you are interested in hearing more of this story, just email me suggestions/encouragement at fantasywriter411@yahoo.com