Helping the Study Group

This is one of those moments I just love being me. The well loved, “fluffy” slave who may have changed the life of a special lady. Ok, maybe not the life. But I did point her in a new direction of thinking. Maybe, just maybe that change will help her in the coming months and who knows, that may have changed her life!.

Our pool boy who I call “the Son” because his dad is my Owner’s boss. He is our pool cleaner. He likes to come over, services the pool then He uses me often. He’s young, in college, and has the stamina of a Bull! MMmm…

With the college being online, he said He was part of a small study group for his Business Law class. There are 4 men and one female. They meet almost every other day online for a few hours to go over assignments and reviews. He asked my Owner if He could have them over here for a meet-up. Our home is closer to the other people then His place. So Master-Sir agreed.

Being the slave, I am there for their pleasures and so they needed to negotiate my services. Usually, I am nude at home and am there for sexual uses. This being college kids, He wanted me dressed. Or at least covered up! I was still expected to serve them drinks and clean up, but not really sure if i was needed for anything else. Making it clear that there will be no sexual use of the slave!

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Now imagine, Four college-aged, athletic, and well-toned men just lounging around the patio to study! I certainly did!! They came wearing shorts and tank tops, but in the desert sun, the tank tops were gone really quick! So yes, i was really enjoying the view.

I was allowed to wear a poolside Kimono, but not tied tightly. So there were plenty of hints that i was naked under it. But nothing really showed. I addressed them as Sir and mam. Kathy, the single female in the group quickly had me call her “Kathy” and we chatted often when they were in a break or trying to think of a solution to a problem.

When not needed i stayed out of sight, usually in the kitchen or dining room that had a view of the covered patio where they were all doing their thing. So they were never really out of my sight.

Kathy fit in with the group and i could see they respected her for her intelligence, not just her youthful beauty. She was probably 5’10. thin, leggy. She was really all legs! and a beautiful smile that was framed by her long curly black hair that went past her shoulders. She had that bookworm look with glasses and a small set of boobs she didn’t need to hide. Her t-shirt showed she had firm, pointy tits. I always loved her smile.

Master-Sir would join them occasionally to see what they were studying or talking about. He always loves to talk business!

They all came inside for pizza lunch. Sitting around the dinner table, the talk was all over the place. School, dating, internships, grades,… They were are all pretty good friends online and this really helped them connect better. Something they were just starting to do when the University closed and everything went online.

Although Kathy was a very beautiful lady, the men never went “there”. They kept everything, even the fun stuff, fun. never sleazy or sexual. They seemed to enjoy her being there and for what she added to the group. I saw a couple of the men stare a little longer and smile at her. But nothing was ever said that wasn’t appropriate. After lunch, they decided to call it a day. To celebrate, it was decided to spend some time in the recently cleaned pool!

That caused Kathy to have a little issue she wasn’t ready for. the men had brought bathing suits. Two of them were on the swim team. Kathy did not remember getting any memo about bathing suits and she panicked. She had what she wore and she knew it would all be sheer when wet. So she opted out of the pool and said she needed to get back home.

I had to stop her, she was a beautiful lady who I came to enjoy having there. I knew the men had a great time with her and treated her like one of the team. I had seen the Son in several other situations where He always treated the females of the group appropriately and I knew He would never do anything to offend her. The other men I just assumed by association that they would also respect her as an equal.

Being young and pretty, i knew this had to put her in a bad spot. She wants to be appreciated for her brains as well as her beauty. at the same time, what woman doesn’t like to be noticed by the men? But there is also a time when you don’t want that. This was one of those moments. She wants the guys to like her for what she brings to the group, not because they saw her tits! Yet, she knows some men don’t like small tits. Do they?

I assured her, knowing the Son, she would be in safe hands. He would not be too hard on her. He would respect her. wet t-shirt or topless. I asked her to join them for the fun. She held my hands, looked into my eyes to see i was serious. Master-Sir stepped out of His office hearing us talk. He made her a promise she would be safe from harassment and she would be respected. The men showed no reason to think otherwise and he would not allow them to think otherwise! He agreed, she would be ok topless or wet -t-shirt. In any case, her being part of the group would mean a lot to them, not just her.

She thanked us, turned around, and headed outside to the pool. I followed to the patio door to see what she did. she shed her t-shirt and glasses at the kitchen table and went straight for the pool, diving in headfirst. The guys all cheered when she came up for air and they saw she was topless!

I know they enjoyed the view, but as we had suspected, they were the gentlemen we knew they would be. They never once made any sexual remarks, made any advancements on her. They remained as just a small group of friends getting together to study and relax.

After a few hours playing in the pool and sunbathing on the deck, they all finished up, dried off, dressed, and went home. Scheduling their next online meetup and maybe another pool time meet-up as well. She sent me an email afterward thanking me for the “pep-talk” Noting that maybe not all men are pigs!

No, Kathy, they are not. Some men even become really fine Masters. But I didn’t say that to her!