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This was the WORST graduation present ever, Wade slumped back into the seat of his father's private jet.

He looked out the window at the beautiful landscape below, and scowled disapprovingly.

His cell phone chimed, a new Instagram message - it was from Jesse, one of his small cadre of friends.

Opening it he was greeted by Jessie's trademark shit-eating grin. This time however it was strategically placed between two gorgeous young women in what might ordinarily be called bikinis… but to be honest he thought 'fat strings' might be a better descriptive term.

The video leapt into motion…

"Bali is freaking amazing dude! Why are you NOT here?!?" Laughed Jesse hugging the two women, pressing their mostly naked bodies into his. The women giggled.

The video stopped.

"Because of my fucking father." Wade snarled to himself.

All his friends were celebrating graduation in Bali, because that's what you do when you and your friends are all filthy rich.

Meanwhile HE was stuck on a plane to Switzerland, at the behest of his father. He wanted Wade to check out some fancy prep school that he was going to be attending in the fall. Very exclusive - apparently Dad was an alumni of the place.

His father told him to consider it his graduation present.

"HA. You know what would've made a better graduation present, Dad? Being between two naked girls in Bali." He said to no one - save for him the passenger cabin was empty.

His father hadn't come with him - after all being president of a major corporation was a 24/7 job.

The pilot's voice came over the intercom:

"We'll be landing in about an hour, sir."

Wade didn't respond, he sulked in his chair. Even though he had just graduated, this was the capper to what had been a thoroughly bad week.

He had actually done very well academically speaking, but as with most people - there was always a complication, his had a name:

Ishihara Sakura.

He was on track to be valedictorian at his school until she transferred at the beginning of his Senior year. The daughter of Japan's former ambassador to Great Britain. Though Japanese, she spoke fluent English with a British accent due to her youth living in London.

She was instantly popular, fun and easy-going; he couldn't think of anyone who was considered to be her enemy. She was one of those people who seemed to easily make friends.

And then came her achievements: sports, theater, academics - it seemed as though there wasn't anything she couldn't excel at once she put her mind to doing it. It seemed almost effortless to him. By mid-semester he was struggling to keep up.

And of course, it didn't hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous either. Beautiful face, a tight body, (being on the Varsity Swim-Team helped with that), long flowing dark hair, and piercing green eyes. It seemed for most of the year she had a small (LARGE) cluster of suitors fighting for her affections.

Hell even Wade had gone on a couple dates with her. But it was obvious from the start, that romance and love were a FAR DISTANT second priority to her studies and extracurriculars. But she was so nice, Wade wasn't really angry with her when it became obvious it wasn't going to work out. Though he couldn't stop pining over her for the rest of the year.

It wasn't really surprising when she beat him out for valedictorian honors. Consigning him to salutatorian. He couldn't lie: it STUNG his pride, but Ishihara - 'Ishi' to her friends (which was everyone by that point) wasn't someone you could stay mad at for very long.

However, the icing on this crap-cake of circumstances was that because of her academic achievements she was called up to Harvard (because of course, she had been awarded a full-ride scholarship to HARVARD) early - over a full month before the end of the semester.

Apparently, they had some sort of advanced academic program he'd never heard of - but it required her to leave school early. Not that finishing up her classes prior to the end of the semester presented ANY kind of a problem for her.

This left Wade with all the end-of-year work of being valedictorian to him, even though he was only salutatorian.

All of the work, none of the credit.

He did it - even though he didn't like it. It felt like Ishi had just dumped all her work on him while she was off to cure cancer, invoke world peace, or solve starvation… probably all three. At least he thought his commencement speech was pretty good.

But that was the end of his competition with Ishi - she was off to do her thing. He had a big ass company he was going to inherit some day. Hopefully after this crappy little tour, and a few weeks of snuggling with scantily-clad Balinese women.

An hour later his plane touched down in Zurich, and he was picked up by a limousine sent by the school.

It wound its way through the city and eventually into the surrounding mountains. Wade was a little put off by the campus' apparent isolation, it had been nearly two hours since they had passed through a village or seen ANY sign of civilization for that matter.

Finally the silhouette of an imposing building appeared, rising up out of the surrounding forest. It looked almost like a gothic cathedral.

As they pulled up to the front steps - a woman came out of the building to meet them: Blonde, athletic, and probably only a couple years older than him. This trip might not be as boring as he thought, not if the rest of the students looked like her.

She smiled warmly and extended her hand as he climbed out of the limo.

"Mr. Moore?" She shook his hand "My name is Ms. Meier, I'm assistant to Headmistress Aamann."

As he shook her hand, his eyes drifted down over the soft curves of her body. While her outfit wasn't terribly revealing: a frilly white blouse, dark leggings covered by short skirt, the corset was an interesting choice - it was pulled tight enough that it seemed like her breasts were fit to explode out of the top, something he had fun imagining.

"Look at her EYES, moron." Wade's mind yelled.

He lifted his gaze from the more 'entertaining' areas, and found her ice blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, you were saying?"

"I said I'm here to conduct you to the headmistress' office." She repeated, smiling. If she was aware of his 'perusal' of her body she gave no indication of it.

She turned on her heel and beckoned him to follow.

The interior of the school exuded wealth and privilege, old polished wood floors and walls, classical statues and paintings, and richly appointed furniture. But Wade's attention was more on Ms. Meier's richly appointed ass under her tight skirt…

"EYES!" his brain scolded him again as she was telling him that the school was actually built around a medieval monastery, he almost had to fake paying attention.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, and seemed to notice his attentions this time. But she gave him only a wry smile. No hint of disapproval in her eyes.

"Maybe Ms. Meier would be interested in dinner tonight…" for the first time in the last several hours his mind wasn't on naked Balinese girls.

Finally they stopped in front of a large pair of Oak doors. She opened one and beckoned him in.

The interior office wasn't much different than any other 'old money' office he'd been in - large Walnut desk, antique furniture, and rows and rows of musty old books lined the walls.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Moore." said the woman seated behind desk, standing "Iam Headmistress Aamann." reaching over to shake his hand.

She was older than Ms. Meier but no less beautiful. Her auburn hair drawn back into a bun, smart business suit, and glasses that only seemed to enhance her beauty.

"Are all the girls here like these?" thought Wade, things were looking up.

"Please sit, we appreciate the time you've taken out of your busy schedule to acquaint yourself with our distinctive educational facilities."

He wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'distinctive', he had perused the material his father had given him on this place.

Sure it was exclusive, attended by only the most privileged people and seemed to have an alumni list whose combined wealth was the net worth of several large countries. But the information didn't really give him the sense that this place was much different than any other wealthy school.

The Headmistress seemed to read his expression…

"You look doubtful, Mr. Moore…perhaps you are wondering what sets us apart?"

Wade nodded, the Headmistress smiled.

"We can't exactly advertise some of our more unique features, Mr. Moore and if I told you - you simply wouldn't believe me. So I guess we'll have to just show you. Ms. Meier?"

The girl who had been standing at the back of the room came forward. "Yes Ma'am?"

"Why don't you show Mr. Moore here his Rose."

"Rose?" asked Wade. "Like on that idiotic reality show?"

She shook her head and chuckled, "No, Mr. Moore, not like that at all."

The blonde girl produced a long strip of black cloth and held it up to his face.

"What's this?"

"Please humor us Mr. Moore, even we here at this institution sometimes like to indulge in minor theatrics." smiled the Headmistress.

"You're not afraid, are you?" Taunted Ms. Meier with a warm smile.

Wade shook his head, and the girl tied the cloth around his head - gently blindfolding him.

"Bring him back here when he's finished." said the Headmistress' voice.

Wade felt Ms. Meier's hands urging him to stand. He did so. She then rested her arm across his back on his right shoulder, while she took his left hand and softly maneuvered him as they walked out of the room. Her warm gentle touch was quite disarming.

His shoes echoed on the polished marble floor of the hallway. She guided him down the hall and through another door, turn left, another hall, turn right…as they continued he lost track of all the turns.

Finally she pushed open a door, and a warm breeze washed over him, they were outside again.

After a few more steps, she stopped and stepped away from him.

"You may remove your blindfold Mr. Moore." she said from somewhere nearby.

He pulled the blindfold down.

Wade was standing in a small exterior courtyard ringed by trees, grass and historical statues…

His jaw fell open.

Before him knelt a beautiful Asian girl, her head cast downward in subservience, her hands clasped nervously together on her lap. Naked, her athletic body was gloriously on display. Her long flowing hair, tied into a ponytail with a nice green bow.

She was chained to spot by a chromed chain that led to a collar locked around her neck, which was then anchored to the paving stones themselves. Wade noted both her ankles and wrists were adorned similarly and connected with short chains.

"I-Ishi?!?" Wade stammered out.

The girl's whole body twitched and began to shake, but she did not look up.

"As you can see, we haven't fully trained her to ignore her old name." said Ms. Meier approaching from behind. Wade jumped, to be honest - in the last few seconds he had forgotten she was even here.

Ms. Meier confidently strode to the cowering girl and pressed a prod into Ishi's shapely posterior. There was a snapping crack of electricity and Ishi threw her head back, emitting a gurgling scream of pain.

When she did, Wade could see there was a thick leather muzzle locked around Ishi's head, preventing her from speaking. It was colored green to match her hair ribbon, and it was emblazoned with green rose on the front.

A rose.

Her head dropped back down almost immediately, and she continued to shake, quietly sniffling.

"W-what is this?" Wade's mind whirled.

"Every student here has a Companion that trains in submissive servitude." Ms. Meier started.

She was interrupted by the tolling of the monastery's bell. Almost immediately students emerged from other doors around the courtyard's perimeter. Wade's jaw fell open again.

Two male students crossed the courtyard right in front of him. Completely ignoring Wade, they were arguing about some scientific theory he didn't quite understand, but more importantly each guy held a leash attached to the collars of two women who trailed behind crawling on their hands and knees. Like Ishi, they were both naked - heads downturned.

A few seconds later another student with his Companion going the other way.

After several more pairs crossed the courtyard Wade turned to Ms. Meier:

"So everyone here has…."

Wade's thought was stopped cold by a final pair crossing the courtyard. This time another male student - his slave was also a naked woman - not crawling as the others but instead carrying a large heavy bag for him.

Wade's brain unfroze after a few moments. "Everyone here has a SLAVE?!?"

"COMPANION, Mr. Moore - slaves can be bought almost anywhere, they're common."

She circled Ishi like a shark. "We here take pride in our selection, exceptional beauty and aptitude for service are keys."

"Most of the time we pick Companions for our students following strict guidelines… but occasionally some students like to select their own Companions, usually someone they know or desire who would be otherwise unattainable. In your case however, we did take the liberty of making the rather obvious choice." She smiled.

She stopped in front of Ishi. Bent down and unlocked the chain to her collar with a small key.

"Jade," she said, her tone turning sharp "present for inspection."

Ishi practically jumped to her feet - back arched, hands folded behind her head, and her legs spread as far apart as her ankle chain allowed. Her head no longer bowed, her green eyes seemed to stare out in front of her - though looking in his direction…but not directly at him.

Now there was nothing hidden, her entire naked body gloriously on display. Wade couldn't help but wonder: did they shave her down there, or did she shave herself?

"Jade?" Asked Wade.

"It's the name we've given her in training, we can't have her using her old name - it would only impede her progress now. You will of course be able to decide what you'd like to call her during the course of her service from now on."

"Service?" Wade's mind was reeling.

"Of course, she will be trained to please you in every manner possible." She raised a salacious eyebrow. "EVERY manner." she emphasized.

Wade's mind was a whirlwind of a thousand questions…it latched onto the first one it could grasp.

"How did Ishi…"

"Jade, Mr. Moore." Ms. Meier interrupted.

"Jade...how did she get here?"

"The early Harvard entrance program was, in fact - a ruse. She's been here since two days after she left your school."

"Won't they be looking for her?"

"She decided to take a free boat tour of Boston Harbor, the day she arrived in Cambridge. A sudden squall came up, she fell overboard - her body lost at sea, tragic really." Ms. Meier smiled.

Ishi let out a soft, sad, moan.

"Discipline, dear." she gave Ishi a sharp strike across the rear with the riding crop she held in her other hand.

Ishi jerked at the impact but otherwise remained motionless in her exposed pose.

"She still requires quite a bit of training before she'll be ready to adequately serve you, which is of course the REAL reason you're here. We've sometimes found that in early training it helps for Companions to form a bond with their Masters. Plus it would be beneficial for everyone to get your preferences on any specific training you might require before the beginning of the fall semester."

Wade was transfixed by the motionless girl before him.

"What's with the 'Rose'?" Wade had noticed none of the other Companions had that particular coloring on their muzzles.

"It's a mark of distinction, only a few here will have it. We've evaluated Jade here as being a Companion of exceptionally high quality - once she's fully trained of course. I suspect most of your classmates will be quite jealous."

Wade couldn't couldn't take his eyes off Ishi standing so beautiful before him, he had thought his life with her was now over - but he could see now things were only beginning for the two of them.

"We will need a couple days of instructional training for both her and you. After that I understand you'll be headed to Bali?" Ms. Meier inquired.

"You know," he said, "I think I can spare another week - if you think it'll help her training." He smiled wickedly.

"By the way," Ms. Meier smiled broadly "Your father said he hopes you enjoy your Graduation Present."

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This was the WORST graduation present ever, Wade slumped back into the seat of his father's private jet.

He looked out the window at the beautiful landscape below, and scowled disapprovingly.

His cell phone chimed, a new Instagram message - it was from Jesse, one of his small cadre of friends.

Opening it he was greeted by Jessie's trademark shit-eating grin. This time however it was strategically placed between two gorgeous young women in what might ordinarily be called bikinis… but to be honest he thought 'fat strings' might be a better descriptive term.

The video leapt into motion…

"Bali is freaking amazing dude! Why are you NOT here?!?" Laughed Jesse hugging the two women, pressing their mostly naked bodies into his. The women giggled.

The video stopped.

"Because of my fucking father." Wade snarled to himself.

All his friends were celebrating graduation in Bali, because that's what you do when you and your friends are all filthy rich.

Meanwhile HE was stuck on a plane to Switzerland, at the behest of his father. He wanted Wade to check out some fancy prep school that he was going to be attending in the fall. Very exclusive - apparently Dad was an alumni of the place.

His father told him to consider it his graduation present.

"HA. You know what would've made a better graduation present, Dad? Being between two naked girls in Bali." He said to no one - save for him the passenger cabin was empty.

His father hadn't come with him - after all being president of a major corporation was a 24/7 job.

The pilot's voice came over the intercom:

"We'll be landing in about an hour, sir."

Wade didn't respond, he sulked in his chair. Even though he had just graduated, this was the capper to what had been a thoroughly bad week.

He had actually done very well academically speaking, but as with most people - there was always a complication, his had a name:

Ishihara Sakura.

He was on track to be valedictorian at his school until she transferred at the beginning of his Senior year. The daughter of Japan's former ambassador to Great Britain. Though Japanese, she spoke fluent English with a British accent due to her youth living in London.

She was instantly popular, fun and easy-going; he couldn't think of anyone who was considered to be her enemy. She was one of those people who seemed to easily make friends.

And then came her achievements: sports, theater, academics - it seemed as though there wasn't anything she couldn't excel at once she put her mind to doing it. It seemed almost effortless to him. By mid-semester he was struggling to keep up.

And of course, it didn't hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous either. Beautiful face, a tight body, (being on the Varsity Swim-Team helped with that), long flowing dark hair, and piercing green eyes. It seemed for most of the year she had a small (LARGE) cluster of suitors fighting for her affections.

Hell even Wade had gone on a couple dates with her. But it was obvious from the start, that romance and love were a FAR DISTANT second priority to her studies and extracurriculars. But she was so nice, Wade wasn't really angry with her when it became obvious it wasn't going to work out. Though he couldn't stop pining over her for the rest of the year.

It wasn't really surprising when she beat him out for valedictorian honors. Consigning him to salutatorian. He couldn't lie: it STUNG his pride, but Ishihara - 'Ishi' to her friends (which was everyone by that point) wasn't someone you could stay mad at for very long.

However, the icing on this crap-cake of circumstances was that because of her academic achievements she was called up to Harvard (because of course, she had been awarded a full-ride scholarship to HARVARD) early - over a full month before the end of the semester.

Apparently, they had some sort of advanced academic program he'd never heard of - but it required her to leave school early. Not that finishing up her classes prior to the end of the semester presented ANY kind of a problem for her.

This left Wade with all the end-of-year work of being valedictorian to him, even though he was only salutatorian.

All of the work, none of the credit.

He did it - even though he didn't like it. It felt like Ishi had just dumped all her work on him while she was off to cure cancer, invoke world peace, or solve starvation… probably all three. At least he thought his commencement speech was pretty good.

But that was the end of his competition with Ishi - she was off to do her thing. He had a big ass company he was going to inherit some day. Hopefully after this crappy little tour, and a few weeks of snuggling with scantily-clad Balinese women.

An hour later his plane touched down in Zurich, and he was picked up by a limousine sent by the school.

It wound its way through the city and eventually into the surrounding mountains. Wade was a little put off by the campus' apparent isolation, it had been nearly two hours since they had passed through a village or seen ANY sign of civilization for that matter.

Finally the silhouette of an imposing building appeared, rising up out of the surrounding forest. It looked almost like a gothic cathedral.

As they pulled up to the front steps - a woman came out of the building to meet them: Blonde, athletic, and probably only a couple years older than him. This trip might not be as boring as he thought, not if the rest of the students looked like her.

She smiled warmly and extended her hand as he climbed out of the limo.

"Mr. Moore?" She shook his hand "My name is Ms. Meier, I'm assistant to Headmistress Aamann."

As he shook her hand, his eyes drifted down over the soft curves of her body. While her outfit wasn't terribly revealing: a frilly white blouse, dark leggings covered by short skirt, the corset was an interesting choice - it was pulled tight enough that it seemed like her breasts were fit to explode out of the top, something he had fun imagining.

"Look at her EYES, moron." Wade's mind yelled.

He lifted his gaze from the more 'entertaining' areas, and found her ice blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, you were saying?"

"I said I'm here to conduct you to the headmistress' office." She repeated, smiling. If she was aware of his 'perusal' of her body she gave no indication of it.

She turned on her heel and beckoned him to follow.

The interior of the school exuded wealth and privilege, old polished wood floors and walls, classical statues and paintings, and richly appointed furniture. But Wade's attention was more on Ms. Meier's richly appointed ass under her tight skirt…

"EYES!" his brain scolded him again as she was telling him that the school was actually built around a medieval monastery, he almost had to fake paying attention.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, and seemed to notice his attentions this time. But she gave him only a wry smile. No hint of disapproval in her eyes.

"Maybe Ms. Meier would be interested in dinner tonight…" for the first time in the last several hours his mind wasn't on naked Balinese girls.

Finally they stopped in front of a large pair of Oak doors. She opened one and beckoned him in.

The interior office wasn't much different than any other 'old money' office he'd been in - large Walnut desk, antique furniture, and rows and rows of musty old books lined the walls.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Moore." said the woman seated behind desk, standing "Iam Headmistress Aamann." reaching over to shake his hand.

She was older than Ms. Meier but no less beautiful. Her auburn hair drawn back into a bun, smart business suit, and glasses that only seemed to enhance her beauty.

"Are all the girls here like these?" thought Wade, things were looking up.

"Please sit, we appreciate the time you've taken out of your busy schedule to acquaint yourself with our distinctive educational facilities."

He wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'distinctive', he had perused the material his father had given him on this place.

Sure it was exclusive, attended by only the most privileged people and seemed to have an alumni list whose combined wealth was the net worth of several large countries. But the information didn't really give him the sense that this place was much different than any other wealthy school.

The Headmistress seemed to read his expression…

"You look doubtful, Mr. Moore…perhaps you are wondering what sets us apart?"

Wade nodded, the Headmistress smiled.

"We can't exactly advertise some of our more unique features, Mr. Moore and if I told you - you simply wouldn't believe me. So I guess we'll have to just show you. Ms. Meier?"

The girl who had been standing at the back of the room came forward. "Yes Ma'am?"

"Why don't you show Mr. Moore here his Rose."

"Rose?" asked Wade. "Like on that idiotic reality show?"

She shook her head and chuckled, "No, Mr. Moore, not like that at all."

The blonde girl produced a long strip of black cloth and held it up to his face.

"What's this?"

"Please humor us Mr. Moore, even we here at this institution sometimes like to indulge in minor theatrics." smiled the Headmistress.

"You're not afraid, are you?" Taunted Ms. Meier with a warm smile.

Wade shook his head, and the girl tied the cloth around his head - gently blindfolding him.

"Bring him back here when he's finished." said the Headmistress' voice.

Wade felt Ms. Meier's hands urging him to stand. He did so. She then rested her arm across his back on his right shoulder, while she took his left hand and softly maneuvered him as they walked out of the room. Her warm gentle touch was quite disarming.

His shoes echoed on the polished marble floor of the hallway. She guided him down the hall and through another door, turn left, another hall, turn right…as they continued he lost track of all the turns.

Finally she pushed open a door, and a warm breeze washed over him, they were outside again.

After a few more steps, she stopped and stepped away from him.

"You may remove your blindfold Mr. Moore." she said from somewhere nearby.

He pulled the blindfold down.

Wade was standing in a small exterior courtyard ringed by trees, grass and historical statues…

His jaw fell open.

Before him knelt a beautiful Asian girl, her head cast downward in subservience, her hands clasped nervously together on her lap. Naked, her athletic body was gloriously on display. Her long flowing hair, tied into a ponytail with a nice green bow.

She was chained to spot by a chromed chain that led to a collar locked around her neck, which was then anchored to the paving stones themselves. Wade noted both her ankles and wrists were adorned similarly and connected with short chains.

"I-Ishi?!?" Wade stammered out.

The girl's whole body twitched and began to shake, but she did not look up.

"As you can see, we haven't fully trained her to ignore her old name." said Ms. Meier approaching from behind. Wade jumped, to be honest - in the last few seconds he had forgotten she was even here.

Ms. Meier confidently strode to the cowering girl and pressed a prod into Ishi's shapely posterior. There was a snapping crack of electricity and Ishi threw her head back, emitting a gurgling scream of pain.

When she did, Wade could see there was a thick leather muzzle locked around Ishi's head, preventing her from speaking. It was colored green to match her hair ribbon, and it was emblazoned with green rose on the front.

A rose.

Her head dropped back down almost immediately, and she continued to shake, quietly sniffling.

"W-what is this?" Wade's mind whirled.

"Every student here has a Companion that trains in submissive servitude." Ms. Meier started.

She was interrupted by the tolling of the monastery's bell. Almost immediately students emerged from other doors around the courtyard's perimeter. Wade's jaw fell open again.

Two male students crossed the courtyard right in front of him. Completely ignoring Wade, they were arguing about some scientific theory he didn't quite understand, but more importantly each guy held a leash attached to the collars of two women who trailed behind crawling on their hands and knees. Like Ishi, they were both naked - heads downturned.

A few seconds later another student with his Companion going the other way.

After several more pairs crossed the courtyard Wade turned to Ms. Meier:

"So everyone here has…."

Wade's thought was stopped cold by a final pair crossing the courtyard. This time another male student - his slave was also a naked woman - not crawling as the others but instead carrying a large heavy bag for him.

Wade's brain unfroze after a few moments. "Everyone here has a SLAVE?!?"

"COMPANION, Mr. Moore - slaves can be bought almost anywhere, they're common."

She circled Ishi like a shark. "We here take pride in our selection, exceptional beauty and aptitude for service are keys."

"Most of the time we pick Companions for our students following strict guidelines… but occasionally some students like to select their own Companions, usually someone they know or desire who would be otherwise unattainable. In your case however, we did take the liberty of making the rather obvious choice." She smiled.

She stopped in front of Ishi. Bent down and unlocked the chain to her collar with a small key.

"Jade," she said, her tone turning sharp "present for inspection."

Ishi practically jumped to her feet - back arched, hands folded behind her head, and her legs spread as far apart as her ankle chain allowed. Her head no longer bowed, her green eyes seemed to stare out in front of her - though looking in his direction…but not directly at him.

Now there was nothing hidden, her entire naked body gloriously on display. Wade couldn't help but wonder: did they shave her down there, or did she shave herself?

"Jade?" Asked Wade.

"It's the name we've given her in training, we can't have her using her old name - it would only impede her progress now. You will of course be able to decide what you'd like to call her during the course of her service from now on."

"Service?" Wade's mind was reeling.

"Of course, she will be trained to please you in every manner possible." She raised a salacious eyebrow. "EVERY manner." she emphasized.

Wade's mind was a whirlwind of a thousand questions…it latched onto the first one it could grasp.

"How did Ishi…"

"Jade, Mr. Moore." Ms. Meier interrupted.

"Jade...how did she get here?"

"The early Harvard entrance program was, in fact - a ruse. She's been here since two days after she left your school."

"Won't they be looking for her?"

"She decided to take a free boat tour of Boston Harbor, the day she arrived in Cambridge. A sudden squall came up, she fell overboard - her body lost at sea, tragic really." Ms. Meier smiled.

Ishi let out a soft, sad, moan.

"Discipline, dear." she gave Ishi a sharp strike across the rear with the riding crop she held in her other hand.

Ishi jerked at the impact but otherwise remained motionless in her exposed pose.

"She still requires quite a bit of training before she'll be ready to adequately serve you, which is of course the REAL reason you're here. We've sometimes found that in early training it helps for Companions to form a bond with their Masters. Plus it would be beneficial for everyone to get your preferences on any specific training you might require before the beginning of the fall semester."

Wade was transfixed by the motionless girl before him.

"What's with the 'Rose'?" Wade had noticed none of the other Companions had that particular coloring on their muzzles.

"It's a mark of distinction, only a few here will have it. We've evaluated Jade here as being a Companion of exceptionally high quality - once she's fully trained of course. I suspect most of your classmates will be quite jealous."

Wade couldn't couldn't take his eyes off Ishi standing so beautiful before him, he had thought his life with her was now over - but he could see now things were only beginning for the two of them.

"We will need a couple days of instructional training for both her and you. After that I understand you'll be headed to Bali?" Ms. Meier inquired.

"You know," he said, "I think I can spare another week - if you think it'll help her training." He smiled wickedly.

"By the way," Ms. Meier smiled broadly "Your father said he hopes you enjoy your Graduation Present."