Selene stood and stared at the clothes folded on the chair. She'd worn them yesterday because they were comfortable and easy to remove if Arthur were willing to do what she'd asked. Now, the idea of putting them back on seemed so final, as if it were officially the end of something she was enjoying more than she imagined she might. She looked at them as if they might get up and put themselves onto her, but when they failed to do so, her mind turned back to the kitchen.
She walked back into the kitchen, cleared the table, and washed the dishes. There weren't very many. All in all, it might have taken ten minutes. The hot water on her hands and wrists was comfortable, and it reminded her of her shower last night, as Arthur's firm hands washed over her skin and as his eyes roamed over her body. The thrill of it was still there, and by the time she finished the dishes, she wished Arthur was still there.
The collar was still around her neck. Her collar, she realized as she touched it. It was a simple leather strap, nothing more than a choker, really, but it was hers. Arthur gave it to her, and it was more than just a fashion accessory, but a symbol of her submission to him. She was supposed to ask permission before she did anything, but Arthur never had any phone signal at work.
She glanced at the clock. She had time before she had to leave, but the kitchen was cleaned up, and there was nothing to straighten in the living room. The only things out of place in the apartment were her clothes on the sofa, waiting for her, and her purse against the coffee table. She walked over to her bag with a sigh and retrieved her phone.
Her reflection on the unlit screen made her smile as she saw the collar. She felt sexy as hell and powerful, despite her eagerness to relinquish that power to Arthur. She turned on her phone, and the first notification was a message from Arthur on Messenger.
Arthur: Be good today slave.
She opened the messenger app immediately and wrote back.
Selene: Yes Master.
Then she looked at it for a moment and adjusted the settings. She changed her nickname in their chat and then changed his. The chat log noted the changes, but she sent another message to ensure he saw it.
Slut: Is this okay, sir?
She only had to wait a few moments until she saw he was typing a response.
Master: This is fine. Next time, ask first. Remember?
She smiled. She hadn't thought about asking permission for something so simple, but with any luck, he'd be willing to remind her in some particular way.
Slut: I will, I promise. Maybe we can start our next session with all the punishments I might owe you by then?
Master: We'll see. Did you get home safely?
Selene rolled her eyes. Arthur always looked out for her, and she appreciated it, but her apartment was just across the parking lot. It wasn't like she had to walk a few miles or anything.
Slut: It's just across the parking lot. Lol. I'm getting dressed now.
Master: Message me when you get there.
Selene smiled.
Slut: Yes sir.
Selene locked her phone and slid it back into her purse, and then hesitated for a moment. She pulled it back out and turned on the camera. Selene set the timer and set it up as best she could against the wall so that it was angled slightly up. She knelt in the Nadu position Arthur taught her and tried to look demure as the phone took the picture.
She looked at it but didn't like it. The angle wasn't as flattering as she'd thought, and it wasn't particularly erotic. Her round tits looked flat, and you couldn't see anything else. She decided to do a selfie instead and followed the basics. She raised the phone slightly up, her chin out and slightly down. Her tongue tucked to the roof of her mouth. Her breasts were exposed with her shoulder's back, her back straight, her legs kneeling and open, and she placed her free hand just over her pussy.
Much better. Selene smirked. She was smiling in the photo and felt a deep thrill as she saved it. Arthur was probably at work by now, but she knew he'd react when he saw it, no matter what he was doing, and hopefully, he'd let her know if he jacked off to her later.
She sighed as she locked her phone and looked back at the pile of clothes. Slowly, she got up, walked over to the couch, and put them back on.
The walk back to her apartment was quick but still thrilling. She was acutely aware that her thong panties were still on top of his fridge. She hadn't meant to spend the entire night, but she knew it was a possibility going in. Her sister and roommate, Kat, would have been worried if it had been anyone other than Arthur, but it wasn't the first time they'd fallen asleep watching a movie or something along those lines. She was safe enough to let Kat know where she'd be before she went, but as far as Kat knew, they were just friends.
It was early still when she put the key into her apartment door and pushed it open. Kat's bedroom door was still closed, which meant she was still asleep. Neither of them had class until the afternoon, by design. Selene slipped into her bedroom and then remembered to text Arthur back.
Slut: Home safe.
Master: Good. I'll be at work and in-class the rest of the day, but let me know if you take off the collar.
Selene smirked and started to gather some clean clothes. A shower was in order, and the rest of the day had to be done. It took her forever to choose her outfit for the day, and she decided to go without panties, at least until Master told her otherwise or nature made it necessary. She kept the collar on, a constant reminder that made her face flush every time she caught sight of it in a mirror or reflective surface.
It wasn't until lunch she remembered she had a task to complete. The clock outside the cafeteria chimed noon, and she remembered she had to submit five fantasies to Master, Arthur, by noon tomorrow.
She texted the first one that came to mind when she thought of it.
Slut: First fantasy, servicing you orally while you ignore me.
"Who you texting?"
Selene looked up a little too quickly and turned to see Kat standing just behind her. A guilty smile spread across Selene's face as she answered. "Just Arthur. We fell asleep on the movie last night. I thought he might want to try watching it again."
"Ah." Kat didn't push but fell in line, even if she was smirking.
Selene and her sister Katerine did not look much alike, though they were similar heights. Selene was often punkish and cute in her clothes. Today she wore a shorter skirt than yesterday that came up to her knees, black, with a camisole (and bra) beneath a long-sleeved t-shirt of gray.
Katerine wore a business casual look typical of her daily wear. A black suit jacket over a purple blouse, tucked into a pair of black slacks that she wore with heels that clicked on the cafeteria tile. It was amazing that Selene hadn't heard her coming up behind her, but that only proved how preoccupied Selene was with her conversation.
Katerine was also not as lithe or athletic as Selene was, and although she was older, she was two inches shorter than Selene, which brought her to 5'1". The trade-off was that she had larger breasts and a curvier build overall. Her blonde hair was cut shoulder-length and curled in a manageable updo that allowed her to present herself as more professional. Her facial features were very different from Selene's and harsher. She was not ugly, but Selene's features were soft and pleasant, while Katerine's cheekbones, eyes, nose, and chin were sharper and harder for it.
By the time Selene found a seat at a table, Katerina was just behind her, each with their tray, and they sat together, joining a few of Selene's friends from the theater club. They all knew Arthur, but Arthur was not among them like Selene hoped.
There was Maria and Mark, who were so enthralled with each other and their new relationship that they probably wouldn't have noticed if the Dean had sat at their table. Then there was Brad, and Caleb, and Yvonne, who were in the middle of debating whether Hadestown would be worth the trip to Broadway to see it live or if they could find a bootleg of it somewhere and have that be enough.