"Bedtime," she said, in a voice that reminded Paul of his mother, when he had been a child.Back down the corridor. A quiet re-entry into the ward, and...expert professional help from the nurse in regaining his bed."Goodnight, Private," she said.What the fuck had that been all about? Even the best civilian health plan from Blue Cross/Blue Shield, Paul was certain, wasn't going to pay for that therapy session! And this was a bare-bones veterans' hospital!The next morning, Paul tried, indirectly, to. I really wanted her to join me and, really, this is where our story begins. ~~~~~~~Skye and I were studying late one night and we‘d really been hitting the books hard. We got comfortable, removing our jeans and dressing only in our tee shirts and panties. We started to get slap happy with only one more week before finals and then graduation. Yes!We closed our books and relaxed back on my bed. We intended to ask each other questions about what we’d just studied. Instead, we fell asleep.Next. She tugged at my leash and we followed Arabella's pencil skirt clad bottom as it flexed and wiggled provocatively as she strode toward the cellar. I was taken down the steps to the floor of the cellar without further ceremony, and then made to kneel next to my glorious new owner in the middle of a semi-circle of grinning, mature, obviously dominant women; they sneered and flexed canes and crops as Blanche's face grew sterner and pulled my head up tight by the leash. She wanted me to take in. My adventure would begin right away.Exploring the campus, learning about program resources and an informal orientation were first on my list. My appointment began at 10:00 and would last until Noon. I arrived on campus at 9:00 and walked around on my own for an hour. The campus had a great fitness center, student union, and lush green quad for socializing. I also learned about the schools accomplished hockey team. I'm sure the hockey team has a lot of hot men playing there. It was almost.