Our day began at 6:30AM with an alarm ringing. Gosh, and I had worked so hard on my schedule to avoid an 8 o'clock class! We got up showered, dried our hair... no makeup here. That was sort of nice, sort of made up for the no bra... but now that I was on my second day of this no-bra thing, I wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought I would be. It sure was nice to get a day started with under an hour of grooming.
Our day started with the physical and making breakfast. When we came out of the dorm, Professor Oswald was already dressed and typing away at his computer.
"Good morning, ladies. Time to prepare breakfast." he announced. We got checked over again, and once again he supervised the food preparation closely, but he said it would be the last time he did. "Food preparation is part of a woman's instinct. Now that you are letting your instinct to do this flower, I should not be necessary.
Once again we touched him while he ate, and once again we did not eat until he was finished. Then came a change: there were three of us to eat, but only two sides to him. "One of you will sit between my legs and get a back rub while you eat." It was a little awkward, but any other arrangement with touching would have been even more so. I was first in the center, and his hands felt nice again, but eating felt nicer. I noticed his hands wandered to Marci and Jenny, too, and they didn't mind, either.
As we ate Arnold told us about what would come next, Arnold is professor Oswald's first name, and I was starting to think of him as Arnold. "The work activity for the morning is gardening, and by 11:30 I want you to be hot and bothered because then we will all go swimming in the ocean, and it's still cold this time of year. Lunch will start after you have been in the water at least ten minutes, and you're ready to come out."
The grounds had a lot of bushes. By 11:30 we had hardly made a dent in getting them all trimmed up, but we sure were hot, dirty and sweaty! Our little dresses were little more than rags now, and our arms and legs were patchworks of small scratches. Arnold came out of the house, in a terry cloth robe with rope bag in hand. We turned and offered our arms. He tied us more elaborately this time, with our arms high and elbows wide and a harness that went in front of our shoulders and behind our necks. We were comfortable and secure -- this was a good tie for walking around in. Then he brought out one more piece -- large and thick -- and wrapped it carefully three times around my neck. I felt like a for-real slave girl now! Marci didn't want it. She backed off a couple steps and said, "I don't like things around my neck."
"Some people are like that." said Arnold, "And it doesn't seem to interfere with the feminine instinct we are trying to nurture with this experiment. I will fasten this to your harness instead. If you want to work on getting more comfortable with things around your neck, let me know." Marci relaxed. When we were all tied together like a line of slave girls, Arnold lead us through the house, to the far edge of the seaside patio, to a set of stairs I hadn't noticed before. They lead down the bluff, by a rickety shower half way down, and ended at the top of the beach. There was about fifty feet of sloping, white sand between the end of the stairs and the first of the waves.
Arnold took off his terry cloth robe, and had on a bathing suit. It was only then that I thought to ask, "What about our bathing suits?"
"Your bathing suits..." Arnold looked as if he was about to say "Oops!" and I was getting ready to say, "Ha! You haven't thought of everything, have you!" but instead his face brightened and he said, "Why you're already wearing them." and he gave us a big grin -- he'd been teasing me!
"Wearing them? You mean these work dresses are bathing suits, too?" said Jenny.
"They are for you."
"But they will melt!"
"Aren't you glad you won't have to put them on again."
"But... But... But..." I looked around. I was going to say something obvious like "But we'll be naked and people will see us!" But as I looked around I saw not another soul on the beach. It was too early in the season, too middle of the day, and this was a fairly exclusive area. We were quite alone. I stopped "butting" and Arnold looked happy that we'd figured this out for ourselves.
"Ten minutes... at least waist deep in the water." He untied us and shooed us down to the waves and then followed us in.
My goodness it was cold!! Thank goodness we were still hot and sweaty; it partially anesthetized our skin. Even so we were all whooping and hollering as we jumped in the waves, and my poor little nipples crinkled up into hard little rocks. Yes, the dresses began to dissolve almost immediately. I kept my breasts in the water, and started swimming so I would stay warm. After about five minutes my body adapted and it didn't act like I was about to die of freezing, it just complained a little about being cold. I think my lips were bright blue; I know Jenny and Marci's were.
"Why are we doing this? This cold water stuff?" I finally asked Arnold as we were waiting for the last couple of minutes to tick by.
"For a little variety. We are staying in a nice beach house, after all, we should take advantage of the beach."
"So this isn't instinct training, or anything?"
He smiled, "This is just plain old survival training." he laughed. "And I've always hated it! Good! Time's up! I'm out of here!" and he swam and ran out of the water at a furious pace. We girls were right behind him. Gosh, it was cold!
At the rickety shower he stopped us. "Throw away those rags and wash off the salt here. Then head up to the main shower room and finish cleaning up. Let me tie you before you head up." He was breathless and shivering, as were we all. He got out of his suit and washed salt out before we did, then waited with a rope his hand, shivering, while I washed salt off.
"In front this time." he said as I presented myself. I held my wrists in front and he quickly looped them and knotted the rope. "Off you go." he said as he patted my butt and grabbed another piece of rope. I was so shivery that it didn't occur to me that while I getting tied this time he was a completely naked man and I was a completely naked woman!
I hustled up into the shower room and turned on a nice warm shower. I moved under it and started warming up. Jenny and Marci followed at roughly one minute intervals, and Arnold showed up two minutes after Marci. When he walked in, it was clear he had something on his mind besides just a warm shower.
He took Marci by her bound wrists and led her to the center of the shower area. Above her head was a hook that I hadn't noticed before. "One of the deep instincts I will help you let flower is to be tied with your hands over your head, and examined, and cleaned. We will all help on the examining and cleaning." He took a rope and tied Marci's wrists to the hook. He pulled her arms over her head, but not so tightly that she could not stand on her feet. "Ladies grab some soap." We were still bound, but that didn't stop us from sudsing down Marci. At first she was ticklish, but she soon settled down and soon her eyes were half shut with enjoyment. Arnold shampooed her hair and sudsed her back. We did her legs and feet, and finally her crotch. She didn't flinch at any of it. "Rinse time." said Arnold, and we sprayed her down with the shower handles (this shower had the shower heads on long tubes, so you could move them around). Arnold untied her, and it was Jenny's turn, and then mine....
Oh! It was heaven! The warm water, the warm soap, the warm hands... Oh my goodness!! There was a surge in me that I had not expected. A warm glow radiating from my loins, if only they would touch... I felt a powerful hand slide into my crotch from behind, and... I exploded! Tension coursed through my whole body... rippling up and down my legs and arms... the warmth in my crotch was now white hot passion, and I couldn't control my breathing. I was gasping; I was pulsing. My crotch was in an iron grip... I was so excited and so secure... and then it faded... slowly... the hand slid out... I opened my eyes again.
Marci and Jenny were staring at me, wide-eyed. Arnold was gently rubbing my hair and shoulders and back. "I think you enjoyed that." he said quietly. As I looked at Marci and Jenny and realized what they had seen, I blushed beet red.
"Don't feel badly. You let your instinct flower." Arnold said. He may not have felt badly, about my "instinct flowering", but I was sure confused! God! I was so embarrassed! In front my friends! Oh God! But somehow, as I watched them, while they rinsed me down, they seemed more in awe than in waiting-to-tease-me about it.
Finally, we got to suds and rinse Arnold. It was an interesting feeling... feeling a man's whole body like this. I had been on some dates, but I'd always been too careful to feel anything like this. There is such quiet power in a man's arms and hands, and the muscles of the arms and legs under that skin are so hard, so full of strength.
We all toweled each other off to finish our session, we were all feeling very warm and fuzzy.
"Umm as good as this feels, we all have work to do." Arnold announced reluctantly. "I have reports to write, and you ladies have studies to keep up on."
"Studies?"
"Judge Jones doesn't want you getting behind on your school work, and neither do I. You'll spend the afternoon and early evening keeping up on your coursework. If you have questions about your coursework, ask me. I'm fairly well-versed in the subjects you are taking."
Gag! Even in community service, we had to hit the books!