I was now settling in to my new role of pleasing Miss Susan and was also getting used to Chantelle's winks and comments in the office. I was no longer so concerned about wearing stockings and suspender belt under my shorter skirts, even though the breeze on my bald, knickerless pussy served to remind me of my position. By now I had had my second visit to Miss Christine at the beauty shop; my pierced nipples were progressing well and my pussy had been waxed again.
Miss Susan was studying hard, with first year exams coming up before the summer break, but she was still finding plenty of time to be with me. She had moved some of her things to my apartment and had space in my third bedroom cum office for studying. Our toy collection was growing, with a selection of clamps, weights, paddles, floggers and so on. I had been introduced to the "pleasures" of labia and clit clamping, my nipples not yet being deemed healed enough to be clamped and my arse was, by now, accustomed to both crop and paddles. I could scarcely believe how turned on I was by these activities, something that was clearly shared by Miss Susan! We always ended up cuddling and making out afterwards; I was falling for her in a big way; fortunately for me, it was mutual.
I broached the subject of what she was planning to do over the summer and she informed me that she had an internship lined up with a local firm of solicitors, so I suggested that she move in with me. She grinned at that, saying that it was an excellent idea as she would be able to keep a closer eye on me and, of course, I would now be in a position to do her laundry. Her place in the halls of residence was paid up till the end of term, but she decided to move in more-or-less straightaway, instructing me to be ready to help her move her stuff on the Saturday.
The next day was a Tuesday and time for my monthly appointment with Miss Christine at the beauty shop. Firstly she checked my nipples, saying that they had healed beautifully and that Miss Susan had chosen something other than the barbells I was now wearing for them. These turned out to be thicker rings, which had to be forced through the holes in my nipples and closed with a spiked ball. Might just be a little obvious with no bra! After my waxing, Miss Christine told me that I could use the barbells for the office, but that I was expected to wear the new rings at all other times. I was then sent on my way, acutely aware of the rings in my nipples and wondering if I would ever get used to wearing a mini skirt without knickers.
Miss Susan was busy with her studies till the Friday, when she was coming round to my apartment, prior to our visit to the club. After work, I accompanied Chantelle to the usual Friday afternoon drinks with the girls and stayed for my usual one drink. Shortly after I got home, Miss Susan arrived and, as she now had her own key to the apartment, let herself in. I was, of course, naked, as she expected of me and we kissed passionately as she admired my new nipple jewellery, saying that it was a perfect selection.
By now, I had quite a number of different tops, mini skirts and dresses, which Miss Susan deemed suitable for me, from which she selected a pleated mini and an off-the-shoulder top. She was wearing her leather dress and boots, which naturally got my pulse racing. It didn't take me long to get dressed and I could see that my nipples and their jewellery were quite noticeable; nothing I could do about that! As we left the apartment and went down in the lift, it stopped at the next floor down and a couple got in. They didn't say anything, but I could feel myself blushing as they surveyed us. I guess they'd just have to get used to us.
Making our way, hand in hand to the club, on arrival Miss Susan sent me to the bar for drinks while she found us a table. I'd grown used to being looked over in the club, but my nipples had been covered up to this point to let the piercings heal. Now, with them being much more visible, I got more looks and quite a few compliments. I found Miss Susan sitting with some of the girls from the university gay and lesbian club. As she introduce us, I remembered my manners and addressed them all as Miss, which elicited a few giggles, winks and comments. One of the girls mentioned that they didn't really believe Miss Susan when she asked them to stay away so she could get me. Blushing, I had to admit that I was so pleased that she did get me!
We spent a very pleasant evening chatting and answering the girls' questions. They had all come across the concept of BDSM, but they had plenty of questions about my role in the relationship and about the age difference. To be honest, I still find it hard to explain about the deep feelings of humiliation and submission to someone so much younger, but I did my best. Every time a round of drinks was purchased, I was sent to the bar to do the carrying. After several rounds, the barmaid winked at me saying that I was being worked hard and maybe I'd like a job there! Having had a few, I cheekily retorted that it was hardly my decision to make; probably not a smart choice as, of course, it was reported back to Miss Susan, who told me in no uncertain terms that it was completely unacceptable and that I'd be going over her knee when we got home. This, of course, caused considerable merriment, with Miss Susan being asked if she really meant it.