After Mia’s te lunch the three of us chat as we do the dishes. With Heather washing, me in the middle rinsing and drying, and Mia putting away we transform the small stack of dirty dishes into clean ones in no time at all.

  As we talk and joke around the strange and unique interpy of our developing retionship begins to take shape. The foundation of it was love, respect and friendship but the power dynamic was like nothing I’d experienced. At the top as Queen Bee was Heather. If push came to shove it was her word and her will that would be followed. That ‘leadership’ however was tempered by her deep care for the happiness of those she loved. As her Prince I felt more coddled than controlled and with her niece Heather only wished for Mia to build her confidence so that she could feel more comfortable with herself, her adopted family, and feel more free to express her true personality. For Mia that inner self had been unlocked, at least partially, by surrender to a man she found both attractive and trustworthy. It was counterintuitive but in submission she had found a kind of freedom. Since our fun Mia’s smile had become brighter, her ugh louder, and that vibrant twinkle in her eyes lit up the whole house. And so it went that Mia deferred to her ‘Sir’ even as I deferred to my Mistress. The cn hierarchy had begun to take shape.

  After dishes Heather and I sit together on the sofa and listen to short solo concert pyed in our honor. The irresistible tide from Mia’s violin sweeps us up and carries us along on a journey of joy and discovery. As captivating as the music itself is the passion that reveals itself in the face of my gorgeous princess. The heights of ecstasy that I saw her achieve in the bedroom paled in comparison the bliss she found in song. It was BEAUTIFUL! And so much fun! She begins the set with some standard cssical numbers that take our breath away but then shifts abruptly yet seamlessly to some foot stomping fiddle tunes! From there she throws another twist with a wild and free-flowing song called ‘A Night in Tunisia’, during which she had a CD pying behind that filled out the the bass, drum and piano of a jazz quartet. There was even some humor as in one song she holds her fancy violin across her chest to py it like a ukulele, then proceeds to tear us apart with the most emotionally vulnerable version of ‘Moon River’ ever sung. The breezy strumming was like out of a dream but it was her soft voice, sweeter than candy, that captured our hearts. At st she caps off the performance with a soulful ‘Canon in D’ which pleased her proud auntie to no end. As she takes her bow Heather and I are on our feet in thunderous ovation. Genius they called her. The word didn’t do her justice!

  “Ohhh Mia! Beautiful! Just beautiful!” Heather cps, sniffling and with tears in her eyes. “I’ve never heard you sing before!”

  With a blush she says. “It’s the first time I’ve sung for anybody but Papa.”

  “Damn, girl! You’re so good!” I cheer. “Amazing! I didn’t even know the violin could do jazz.”

  With a beaming but bashful grin she takes another bow. “Thank you.”

  ***

  “You, my dear, need to visit more often.” Heather kisses Mia’s cheek.

  “I will.” Mia smiles, her eyes drifting to me. “I definitely will.”

  We stood at the front door where I had Mia’s pack over one shoulder and her violin case in my opposite hand.

  “You’ll come tomorrow?” Heather asks. “We have to cheer our boy on, you know.”

  “Yes, Auntie.” She giggles. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

  “Ohhh, good.” She pets her nieces wavy hair. “Your mother will be upset.”

  “I know.” Mia’s head bows, just a little. “Especially when she learns…oh boy.”

  “Do you regret being with Elliot?”

  “No!” Mia looks at me. I take her hand and give her a reassuring smile. “Never.”

  “Good.” Heather nods. “We have a Prince. Whether she likes it or not Rebecca is going to have to understand that.”

  “Yeah.”

  “She loves you, Mia.” Heather looks into Mia’s eyes. “She loves you so much. No amount of anger could ever change that.”

  “I know.” She sighs.

  “Elliot and I will be here. You won’t be alone.”

  This brings Mia’s smile back again. Standing taller she says. “I’m not a child anymore. I’m my own woman. Mother might love me but…she does not control me.”

  “That’s my girl.” Heather pats her cheek. Turning to me she leans in for a kiss. “When can I expect you, lover?”

  “I dunno.” I say. “I’ll drop Mia off then swing by Julie’s. It’ll depend what happens there.” Mia titters at my side. “Let’s say 7 at the test?”

  “Just call if it’s going to be ter.” She says as she unconsciously fusses with my clothes and hair. At the same time Mia is gently stroking my arm. Both of them were as happy as could be and if there was even a hint of jealousy or envy happening between them I sure couldn’t see it. “I’ll worry if you don’t call.”

  “I won’t be ter than 7.” I promise.

  Mia and I say our goodbyes and soon we are on our way to her college. Thankfully Heather had loaned us her car for the trip. While it might have been a few years past its prime at least it wouldn’t stand out at Mia’s exclusive women’s college like my little beater would. In that same spirit I had also changed into some clean pants and a colred shirt. As I drive I can’t help but to keep looking over at my sweet and spicy passenger.

  “What?” She says with a nervously self-conscious stroke of her hair.

  “I’m still coming to grips with the fact that the same girl who just gave that performance was the same one that was cumming on command for me just a couple hours earlier.”

  “Sir!” Her whole face darkens with a dusky blush.

  I chuckle and give her hand a squeeze. “You’re really something special, Princess.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She beams. Lightly she rubs the back of my hand. “Sir?”

  “Yes, Mia?”

  “Um…when do you think I’ll get time with you again?” She says, her voice low and soft. “Special time, I mean.”

  “I know what you meant.” I say warmly. “As often as I can. But if you ever need me, for special time or after a bad dream or you just need a friend to listen or you just wanna hang out, I want you to call me. And that’s an order.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  Mia’s college turns out to be every bit as swank as I’d imagined, if not more so. From what I knew of her mother I expected no less than the finest the city had to offer. The small campus was tucked away in one of the more affluent neighborhoods of the city and it positively dripped with an ‘old money’ atmosphere. The century-plus old buildings were made of stone in a cssic academic architecture and, from they ivy covered walls to the sprawling ancient oaks, the whole campus is draped in verdant green. As we stroll slowly through the grounds I had no doubt that we were surrounded by the daughters of senators, bankers and captains of industry. Eight of ten people that we passed were women, most of them close to my age, with the remaining being primarily staff or faculty. Mia and I get some looks and more than once I catch a gal checking me out. Each time Mia notices the attention she pulls to my side just a little bit tighter. I do spot a couple of other college aged guys though, like me, they were clearly just here as visitors.

  I felt like a proper gentleman of yesteryear in these surroundings and by the way Mia clutched to my arm as she walked proudly at my side yet demurely at my side. Any neutral observer would have mistaken us for a young couple and Mia was only too happy to exude that impression. With such a hot girl on my arm I sure wasn’t compining. In a strange way we kind of were a couple. Until Mia found her own honey boy to cim I was her Sir and she my precious princess. It was a bond that I did not take lightly.

  In no particur hurry I take a tour of the campus. Mia points out particur rooms and buildings as we pass and goes out of her way to introduce me to everybody she knew, which wasn’t very many. Each time she introduces me as her ‘new friend’ and each time I see the surprise in the other person’s eyes. Eventually we find ourselves at the doors to her dorm.

  Taking the violin case from my hand she turns to me and says. “No boys allowed, I’m afraid.”

  “If I see any I’ll let them know.” I puff up my chest in a show of being ‘all man’. She ughs and so do I. I pass her her pack. “I had a great time today, Mia. A really great time.”

  “Me too. Ooo!” She peeps as the door suddenly opens as a busty blonde bursts through right between the pair of us. “Oh! Tiffany. This my friend Elliot.”

  “Pleased to meet ya.” I fsh her a grin.

  “Elliot?” Tiffany trills. “I haven’t seen you before.” She looks back and forth between Mia and I. “Are you…?”

  Taking Mia’s hand I answer for us. “We’re very good friends.”

  “Friends, huh?” Tiffany winks as she reads what she wanted to between the lines. “Okay then. Nice to meet you too, Elliot.” Without even trying to hide it she leans in to Mia to whisper. “He’s cute!”

  Mia is grinning from ear to ear as she nods her agreement. I have to confess to being a bit bamboozled. When the hell did I become so alluring to the opposite sex? When I was single or with Bir I was lucky if a girl even looked my way never mind actually spoke to me. Now, suddenly, I was ‘cute’ and being shown off and getting ogled by college hotties.

  After Tiffany leaves I lean in and kiss Mia’s cheek. “I should go.”

  “Okay.” She says with a happy sigh. “I’ll never forget today. Thank you again, Sir.”

  “You are very welcome, my dear.”

  She smirks. “And, um, have fun with Julie.”

  “Heh! We’ll see.” Leaning in I whisper. “Got any inside tips? Any secret weapons I could use? Any…particur kinks she likes?”

  “Pff!” Mia giggles. “Sir!”

  “I’m just asking.”

  “I shouldn’t. She told me in confidence.”

  “Hey, I’m your Angel aren’t I? You can tell me.”

  “Is that a command?”

  “A request.”

  She scrunches her nose as a look of guilty glee comes over her. “Okay, but don’t tell her I told you.”

  “My lips are sealed.”