Femdom University

My head stayed down. I had heard stories about what happened to freshmen who didn't keep their head down. I didn't want to be next. I heard a high pitched giggle and a flash of pink whizzed past the corner of my eye. Sure enough, Sydney's blond hair was flapping through the air as she skipped along.

"Hurry up, James!" she said as she frantically waved me along. "I want to see our dorm! We'll be spending the rest of our year there! Aren't you excited to check it out?"

I picked up my head and started hurrying after her. The university campus captivated my gaze as I lugged her bags behind her. Girls walked past who held their chins high and had their chests puffed. They each walked a little differently, but they were united by their ability to seem larger than life. Maybe it was the heels they wore and maybe it was their confidence, but to me all the ladies looked ten feet tall. Behind each of them was a boy with a collar firmly clasped around his neck and a poised expression, ready and waiting for their mistresses' command.

I had heard Sydney say it a thousand times, but I could finally see clearly that this university was home to the future of dominance and submission. They seemed like a truly elite group of doms and submissives, and I couldn't help but smile that Sydney and I were deemed worthy of being a part of it.

Sydney stopped dead in her tracks and stared up with her mouth agape. "Have you ever seen anything like it?" She asked, taking in the marvelous statue made of marble. It was taller than our house back home, and as detailed as anything I'd seen. The women carved out stood tall and proud, boasting sharp eyes that looked like they could see through me. She was beautiful too. A perfect blend between allure and power. When I looked at her, it was as though I wanted to do everything she said, and try to make the world a little better through following her orders.

"She is so amazing." Sydney whispered under her breath. She read the plaque that was at the base of the statue, "There was once an age of anarchy, where the genders were plagued by disorder and imbalance. Neither gender understood the other, and they both seemed to think they were superior. It wreaked havoc on both men and women alike. Finally, after ages of confusion and resentment, Dr. Venessa Voss found the solution. She beheld femdom, a dynamic in which men truly want to submit and surrender to female supremacy, and where some saw a small craze she saw the solution. In our new age of order and harmony, many universities have been founded to raise up the next generations of dominants and submissives, but none have come close to our elite campus, Voss University."

It was a story I had heard many times before. Sydney's last name was Voss. For a long time, when she would talk about her lineage, she had stars in her eyes, filled with awe at the great things Venessa Voss had done. This time, her voice was a little shaky. She whispered softly, "My mother always told me I was destined for great things. 'It's what Voss women do. We exceed and excel.' Those are big shoes to fill, James. What if I fail out? What if I can't make it?"

She shook gently as she looked at me. I looked deep into her beautiful blue eyes as I told her, "From the day I met you you have shown me that you have everything it takes to lead. I never knew pigtails could strike fear into the hearts of men until I met you. If you continue to run headfirst no matter what's ahead, I know you'll make it. I'll just be here to serve you along the way."

She looked at me and smiled. Then she wrapped her arms around me for a firm hug and told me, "Good boy! I don't know what I would do without you.

We finally made our way to a black door with a piece of paper hanging from it that read, for Sydney Voss, Vixen Graves, and respective submissives. "This is it!" Sydney cheered before I opened the door for her.

She rushed in with a wide smile and threw her purse onto the open bed. Sitting in the back of the room, Vixen Graves sat quietly at a desk reading. She looked up at us with a smile and Sydney shouted, "Hi! I am Sydney, and this is my slave, James. It is a pleasure to meet you!"

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Sydney!" She stood up from her chair and they shook hands. Her appearance was striking. Sydney has mentioned that her slave was a fashion major, but I didn't realize he was coming with so much prior knowledge. She wore a tight latex dress, black colored with purple accents, which hugged her large bosom. She looked really fit too. Her hips were wide and her thighs looked like they could crush melons. Not to mention she was tall. Almost as tall as me. I imagine her look must come in handy when controlling her slave.

Vixen and I looked at each other in silence for a moment before she added, "Oh how silly of us, slave! Good on you for not talking without permission. Sydney should we let the slaves speak freely in the dorm before we have any more awkward stare downs?"

I got butterflies as Sydney laughed a little and responded, "Oh I don't know, maybe we should make them earn it. I don't know about your slave, but I know James would love that. Where is your slave, anyways?"

Vixen responded, "He is working out right now, but he should be back any moment. I like the way you think, Voss. What did you have in mind?"

Sydney put her hand on the back of my head. My knees grew weak as she pouted her lips and said seductively, "Before you get to use your mouth as you please, you ought to use it to serve." She looked back at Vixen, "How about, every time we come in this room, before they are allowed to speak they kiss our toes?"

Vixen let out a laugh before responding, "That sounds like a fine idea!"

I smiled ever so slightly as I knelt down at Sydney's feet. I thought her feet were simply beautiful. There wasn't a part of Sydney I didn't think was beautiful. I kissed each foot with reverence, then, still kneeling, told her, "Thank you, mistress."

Sydney kicked me softly and said firmly, "Vixen too! You may belong to me but I expect you to treat her with respect while she is here."

"Yes, mistress."

I kissed both of Vixen's feet and they both giggled at me. Looking down at me, Vixen said, "Wow Sydney, that's impressive. This guy clearly knows what you want and how you want it. I can't believe this is your first year here!"

Sydney blushed a little and replied, "That's sweet of you to say! I really hope I'm ahead of the curve a little. You may now speak freely, James!"

I stood to my feet and responded, "Thank you, mistress!" Then I turned to Vixen and said, "You're right, Sydney sure is amazing, but you have some strengths as well! That's an amazing outfit you put together. I'm sure you'll do great in the fashion program."

She hung her head and replied sorrowly, "I'm actually not in the fashion program. My slave, Dorian, is. I'm actually majoring in etiquette enforcement theory because I've had a little trouble getting Dorian to think before he acts. It's really embarrassing to admit that to a Voss."

Vixen looked defeated merely talking about it. With encouragement, Sydney replied, "I'm sure it's not too bad. James and I can try to help you any way we can!"

Just then, Dorian loudly flung the door open and burst into the room. Like Vixen, he was much taller than I expected. Not to mention the fact that he looked like he could lift a house if he tried. He wore tight black slacks with a slick vest on top that highlighted his hulking arms. Capping off the outfit was a tie neatly fashioned around his slave collar. He walked right up to Sydney and told her, "Nice to meet you!"

I started to see red and almost smacked him across the face before Vixen beat me to it. With one clean thwack the side of his cheek turned red and Vixen looked humiliated. It's not unheard of for a slave to be permitted to speak freely in their house, but where I'm from everyone knows that a slave should never speak to a mistress they have not met without direct permission.