When walking out of the class, Samantha had naturally taken the lead in front of Valerie. The heading girl was slightly annoyed by the fact that she was ordered out of the classroom but also grateful to be rescued from the hands of Mr. Peters, who seemed to be a rotting bull, which didn’t look quite like his normal self. Little did she know that the following events would stir things up with greater influence by far above her direct experience. Her follower seemed to be quite fond of her, given the stealthy look that Samatha felt on her neck and lower back side. Valerie oozed the confident steps and even though she didn’t consider herself lesbian, she couldn’t help but fixate her eyes on the moving hips in front of her, packed in these vicious blue denim which stretched with every step. She got a little lost in thoughts and had the hunch she could follow her everywhere until she almost bumped into her at the door.

Valerie bowed to Nils as it was expected, but to Valerie's surprise, Samantha skipped the courtship and directly came to the point: „What do you want?!“ Valerie was shocked as she didn’t hear a protégée to their guardian like this for a long time. Even though back then the concept of corporal punishment was still unknown to the pupils, the poor girl was sent to the dean and had to write a large essay about proper behavior. Nils didn’t seem to care, he even started to stutter: „I… I wanted to ask you… I saw that Valerie is wearing improper shoes… and so I thought we should let her wear your shoes to prove that she can walk with heels. You always said it’s important, didn’t you?!“ Valerie felt ashamed for being scrutinized like this and when Samantha asked her with an emphatically matter-of-fact voice: „How many centimeters are we speaking about?“ she would have loved to sink in the ground again, this time coupled with the deep desire to ask Samantha for forgiveness for being 2cm??? short. To make matters worse, Samantha asked which shoes she should wear. „You can wear my shoes… of course.“ She contorted her face: „Honey… nothing against you, but they are filthy!“ Nils saw his scheme fail and quickly intervened: “Valerie will clean her shoes, then you can wear them.” Samantha looked skeptical at first but a smile hushed on her face when she saw Valerie rushing to the bathroom of the protégés. She started to laugh at the comedy of the situation and while following after Valerie she instructed Nils to go and get her polishing set from her drawer.

Valerie already had one of her loafers on her left hand and soaked it under the tap. „Honey, when you’re using so much water you will destroy the leather. Take some towels and wet them gently.“ When Samantha took the loafer from her hands, a shock went through Valerie's body and she stood there in amazement, how gentle and firm her tiny hands rubbed the leather. She noticed how small the entrance room to the bathroom was, but she was unable to move, unable to hug or touch Samantha. At some point it burst out of her: “You’re so skillful with the shoes, everything you do has so much grace and confidence, I can never be like you.” Just when Samantha wanted to react, Nils pushed open the door with her cleaning set in his hands. Samantha yelled at him: “You have nothing to see her in the ladies’ bathroom! Get out and knock if you’re conscious!” Nils moved backward with his tail between his legs, uttering “sorry, I didn’t know… I thought you want to have it quick.” Samantha stepped after him and released her anger in the pinch to his right nipple, causing him to cry out “Ouch!” loudly. “Why did you do that?” Samantha was just pissed and over with him: “Because you don’t know what’s appropriate! Guardian? You? Pfft! I should Boss you around and make you sit up and beg!” Valerie was stunned when she saw that Nils, instead of putting a foot down for her incredible remarks, put his hands in front of his chest and groveled “I’m sorry! I will not do it again” Samantha seemed to be satisfied as if she was used to these episodes. Valerie took all her courage to support her idol: “Wow. So basically Samantha is the real guardian here… Which makes Nils her protégé!” Nils looked around unable to defend himself: “But then you are too!” Samantha had to curb this enthusiasm: “You’re crazy, it’s impossible. Only boys are guardians! I never saw a girl rule about a dick-bearer. You’re just creating trouble and my grades will go to zero and I will be sent to the dean for craziness and gonna be sent back to my parent’s farm!” Valerie couldn’t let her idea evaporate and she made up a story: “At my old school, there was a guy who identified as a girl. After convincing the psys he received hormones and was allowed to transition to the protégée role. It was not easy to find a guardian willing to take him, eh her, but in the end, we made it work.” Samantha uttered: “But I’m a girl! I don’t want a dick!” Nils started to become excited about the idea and chimed in: “Actually, I think in the guardian code, it’s nowhere explicitly specified that it has to be a guy. It’s attenuated and deeply implicit, but it’s nowhere explicit! Let me check with my device!”

To bridge the time, Valerie asked Nils to pass her the cleaning box and asked Samantha to “guide” her cleaning. Samantha led them away from the bathroom to the heating in front of the windows, on which she sat down. Valerie and Nils were unsure where to sit so Samantha pointed to the floor in front of her feet and on the heating next to herself for Nils, just in case someone was coming out. She also made Valerie understand that she should put her shoes on her feet and take the high heels for herself, so start getting used to them. Valerie now has to clean her shoes on Samantha's feet, kneeling on the ground, with sweat evaporating her forehead. Samantha started to get a cold bum on the cold heating she was sitting on and remembered that Valerie hated to be exposed so she could test her willingness to accept her leadership: “Valerie, I’m getting cold, would you be so nice as to hand me your shirt so that I can sit on it!?” Valerie felt double-hearted. She didn’t want to be seen like this but on the other hand, she felt the urge to please Samantha, especially in this delicate moment. Anyways, no one was here right now. To make matters worse, Samantha took out her phone to record Valerie's cleaning. “Due to the privacy act, I have to ask you: Do I have permission to share the video I’m taking of you?!” Samantha started panicking: “Please no, I’m half-naked.” Samantha showed Valerie the display, where the breasts of Valerie bent forward conquered the viewers’ attention. Nils also wanted to watch but she quickly moved her display away. Valerie got fully red in her face, covered her breasts with her hands, and released: “oh no, oh no, please!” - “Poor thing! Ok, I will put virtual cloth on you. But you have beautiful breasts, my dear. Now clean well before I change my mind.” - “Thank you, Miss.” Samantha was satisfied. Who knew that dominating could be so much fun? Also, Valerie seems to be naturally submissive, just falling a little easily into panic mode. She decided to make Valerie her maid. “Look!” Showing her the display with the video posted on her timeline. Now there were sparkles everywhere, Valerie’s body was covered in a maid dress. She even had a white bonnet on her head. Texts popping up: “My first maid”, “Misslife”, “Cleanandshiny” “Proud”. Valerie felt mixed again. She hated being exposed. She hated to be seen as a sex object. But the last word, “proud”, lingered in her ears. She was indeed quite proud that Samantha was proud of her. She felt comfortable at her whims, she hoped she could become her mistress, even though the guardian culture was so obsessed with male dominance. If she could prove that she would not only obey Samantha, but also Nils, wouldn’t this be in the spirit of a multi-wife household? “Miss, I’m finished.” - “Thank you, dear.” Samantha caressed the red curls on her head. “One last thing, remember to crosspost the video on your timeline.” - “Yes, Miss.”

Samantha was finally satisfied with the cleaning: “Now it’s time for you to show us how you walk in my shoes!” Valerie rose clumsily from her kneeling position, her legs and feet were not obeying fully and took some shaking and kicking to warm up. “Please don’t laugh at me, I’m not used to these heels.” Valerie covered her upper body bared of the shirt with her arms, trying to hide her belly and her breasts, making little steps on her place, shoes clacking on the floor. “Walk to the bathroom door and come back! But first, you lower your arms!” Nils was excited to see her full stature, her slip showing out from her trousers below her accentuated taille. When she turned around clumsily he peeked a look on her bottom, which Samantha punished with a little slap on his upper leg. He was laughing but her walk made him feel ashamed for her, how she almost fell and held the banister to keep her balance, making ratchet steps. The turn was almost acceptable, but her irregular steps back to them made him cringe again. Valerie stopped in front of her new guardian and folded her hands upfront: “It was terrible wasn’t it? Is it ok?” - “At least you didn’t fall.” Nils chimed in: “Samantha didn’t look much better when we started practicing.” Earning him a disapproving look. Samantha encouraged her: “You’ll need some practice but with every step, you’ll improve! Keep your head up and focus on a point in front of you while walking around the stairways and try not to touch the banister. In the meantime, we’ll look into the guardian code.”

Nils read the crucial paragraphs to Samantha:

1. Protégés and guardians form a pride consisting of one male and several females, in proportion to gender balance in the class
2. Protégés and guardians band by personal preferences
3. The guardians take responsibility for their pride 4 Protégés submit to the guidance of their guardians

Samantha let out a whooping cry so that Valerie came running and stumbling back to her: “There is no rule that says guardians have to be a dick-bearer! We can determine me as a guardian!” Nils and Valerie joined in cheerfully and promised to fight for her right. Samantha asked them if they’re willing m to form a unit of trust under her command. If ready, both should simultaneously kiss her cheeks. They all hugged and while Nils and Samantha pressed their lips onto her cheeks, everyone exclaimed: “I promise!”