By the time classes were over I was worn out. Heading down to the rec center, I was surprised to see Mistress, and Jill walking towards the same destination. Today Mistress was wearing a long, flowing emerald green Victorian dress, with a ruffled high collar. If you didn't know better one might think they had walked into a Sherlock Holmes story. As the pair walked, every head turned to see a dream that they wished they were a part of. Mistress appeared incredibly elegant dressed in her finery.

The bigger surprise left my jaw hanging low. As she turned a corner, Dr. Harris strolled over to her, as they greeted each other with a hug. Standing at a distance, I witnessed three other professors greet Mistress, while offering a handshake before they excused themselves.

Keeping my distance, I followed Mistress, and Jill as they walked through the campus quad. Each person, or group they passed, heads would turn, and more than one guy stumbled as they walked along while viewing the two visions that crossed their path.

As befitting a sub, Jill walked a few paces behind Mistress, only catching up when Mistress beckoned her forward, only to fall back when Mistress dismissed her for the moment.

Five minutes later I had discovered their destination, Mistress was entering the universities main office. Entering the office a moment later found me peeking around the corner as the pair stood at the entrance to the Deans office.

Before they entered, Mistress turned while looking directly at the place I was hiding. Lifting her head, Mistress spoke, “Thomas stop lurking around, come here and stand by my side.” Shit how the fuck did she know I was there?

With my head hung low from the shame of having been caught while doing a poor imitation of James Bond, I shuffled forward to take my place to the right hand of Mistress. “Thomas, don't be put off, I saw you walking through the campus, as well as your attempt at being discrete while following us.”

Entering the office the secretary looked up from her computer, and smile when she saw Mistress standing there. Thumbing a switch on the intercom, she announced, Dr. Lawrence, Professor Parker is here for her appointment.”

The speaker crackled to life as the Dean's voice came through. “Pam, please show Professor Parker in.” With a nod Mistress bid Jill and myself to have a seat in the outer office while she entered the Dean's office.

Once the door closed behind her, Jill and I took our seats to await Mistresses return. Turning towards Jill, we shared a look of incredulity at learning that our Mistress was a professor. I asked her what was going on, why was Mistress here, and did she know that Mistress was a professor here at the university.”

“Tom, I don't know what her reason for being here is, nor did I know that Mistress a professor. All I know is the Mistress called me up this morning requesting that I meet her this morning. She did say that she tried to contact you, however her calls went right to you voicemail.”

Taking my phone from my pocket, I realized that I had not turned on the ringer, that I had silenced last night so that Jill, and I would not be disturbed while we were in the midst of passions. Opening the screen, I discovered five missed calls, as well as one voice mail. Playing back the message, I found that Mistress did indeed try to reach me.

The first message was her telling me to meet her here at a specific time. By the fifth message I could tell that Mistress was quite annoyed with me for having the gall to not respond to her voice mails.

As Jill and I listened to the voice mail, my face took on a rather dire visage. I knew that I was in deep shit as far as mistress was concerned, and that there was going to be a price to be paid for my negligence.

The only saving grace in this situation was the fact that Jill had told Mistress about our late night, and that I might still be asleep, and dead to the world. This mollified Mistress to some degree, but she told Jill that I still needed to become more responsible when it comes to being attentive to her demands.

Sitting there Jill, and I waited, and waited, for what seemed like hours. In truth it was only thirty five minutes from the door closing behind Mistress to her returning to the outer office.

Without a word Mistress strode past us, and out the door. It was an unspoken command for us to follow. Jill and I leapt out of our seats, and ran to catch up as Mistress headed out of the building. Striding through the campus, I had to look around us as we headed out towards the another building on campus.

It turned out that Mistress was in the mood for some casual dining in one of the universities food courts. Taking a seat at a table in the far corner of the room, Mistress ordered Jill, and I to gather ourselves lunch trays for us, and one for Mistress. She had not specified her desires for a meal, so it was up to Jill and I to figure out what would be an appropriate meal. Thinking about what I had seen her eat before we settled on a Cobb salad, a cup of tea, along with a croissant, with a pat of butter on the side.

Jill and I decided to follow the same diet. To that end, I chose a Cesar salad, and a muffin for desert, with a large glass of milk to wash it down. Jill on the other hand went for a burger slathered with all the bad things one could want for the sole purpose of hardening her arteries.

Returning to our table I was once again amused by all the eyes that were upon the three of us. After all it's not every day that you come across a magnificent looking woman, dressed in Victorian garb, being fawned over by a couple of subs.

I wonder how many onlookers wished they were sitting here, with Mistress? Are they stunned to see such a magnificent woman whose very nature exudes control?

Mistress pulled me back to reality with a single look. Returning my adoring gaze to her, she began to speak.

“Thomas my little man, and Jill, you may have been wondering why I asked the two of you to join me this morning, and what my meeting with the Dean was all about. Well, I won't leave the two of you in suspense any longer. My meeting with the Dean has to do with both of your futures. Now before I tell you I want you two to know that my decision is irrevocable, and final. You have both been to my home, and know that a place like that does not come cheep. The fact is that I have at my disposal an unlimited amount of funds, and as such I do my best to find worthy outlets for my attention.

Now about my decision, my meeting with the Dean concerned both of your futures. What the Dean, and I discussed was a scholarship, to that end I have decided to cover all the expenses of both of your school costs. Both of your tuition's has been paid up for the foreseeable future. If you decide to go further in your education, by entering a masters program, or even a doctorate those cost will be covered.
There is however a caveat, you will both be required to maintain a minimum of a “B”, or 3.3 GPA. If you can maintain this GPA my offer will stand. Failure to do this will result in a reduction in my generosity.”

For the first time in my life, I had been struck dumb. Looking over at Jill I could tell that she was in a similar state. I'm not certain how long the two of us sat there with a stupid look upon our faces, but it was long enough that Mistress needed to clear her throat in order to recenter our attention upon her.

“Mistress, that is a most unexpected gift however I must decline, as I would never be able to repay your act of kindness.” looking at Jill I could see that she shared the same concerns.

“My little man, I don't think you understand, first off this is a gift, and as such I am not asking for a repayment. I do this because I can, and because it's my belief that the roll of a Dom is help others to reach their full potential. For myself, I want to challenge you, encourage you, and drive you to find the best person who is hidden within you, and bring them out into the daylight.”

Protesting, both Jill and myself discovered that Mistress would not be dissuaded, her mind was made up, and the tuition had already been paid. The remainder of our meal was eaten in silence, as Jill and I digested both our food, and the bombshell Mistress had dropped on us.

Over the next few days both Jill and I tried to talk Mistress out of this, however our pleas fell upon deaf ears.

Due to the work load from our classes, Jill and I had only a few minutes each day to talk, and video chat with Mistress. Mistress would grill me on my classes, as well as having me email her copies of all the papers I was writing for the said classes. Each time, within an hour of my emails, Mistress would return them marked up with corrections, as well as suggestions as how to improve not only my writing style, but new ways of looking at the subject that I had overlooked.

Many of these had the effect of me scrapping what I had written, and redoing them with an eye towards a greater understanding of the subject at hand.

Comparing notes with Jill, we had come to the conclusion that Mistress was far wiser than we had given her credit for. One topic that consumed the two of us was where did Mistress gain all the wealth that she had at her disposal. Another subject was how many others had she aided in their quest for a higher education.

Later that evening Jill and I received an email telling us that we were to be at her place the next evening at 6pm. The security officer at the front desk will have a set of keys for us to enter her place to await her arrival. Stipulating that we were to wait for her naked, on our knees, head down, hands on our thighs palms up.