Escalation

Cassie squirmed against Amber's fingers. With her free hand, Amber squeezed Cassie's breast, pinning her to the futon. Cassie's legs writhed as she experienced an intense pleasure she had never known before.

"Don't you dare even think of coming, you dumb slut. I tell you when you're allowed."

"Yes, mistress--thank you mistress," Cassie gasped.

Amber took immense pleasure from watching Cassie's grind against her hand. God, she had never met such a depraved and malleable girl before, especially not one she had found this attractive, and Cassie's eagerness to throw away her life for momentary sexual gratification made Amber's pussy throb. Maybe the girl was actually stupid. In a sense, Cassie needed her. She was happy to take the reins to Cassie's life away from her and make all of the decisions for her, and she was drunk on the idea of running it into the ground. Her thoughts were interrupted by Cassie's desperate cry.

"Please, mistress, may I come?"

"Oh my fucking God, are you demanding something of me?" Amber asked incredulously. "Let me make one thing clear. I make the decisions for you--you relinquished all rights to your body ten minutes ago, and now I call the shots." Amber began fingering Cassie faster and with greater intensity. She could tell Cassie was on the verge of finishing, and she intended to use this to her advantage. "So help me God, if you come without my permission, you will regret it dearly. Do you understand, worm?"

"I'm sorry, mistress, I can't help it. I--" Cassie let out a shriek as fluid gushed from her vagina. Amber could feel Cassie's pussy contract around her fingers as she rode out the orgasm.

"Oh, pet, you don't even know how fucked you are." Amber took her wet fingers and shoved them down Cassie's throat. "Suck."

Cassie began licking Amber's fingers dutifully, making sure there were no traces of her left as she gagged on Amber's long nails.

"After you finish cleaning my hands, I want you to put your clothes and shoes on."

"Where are we going, mistress," Cassie's asked, her mouth still full of Amber's fingers.

"Why, we're going to the dean of students, worm. Clearly, you cannot be trusted to be obedient, and I have to keep an eye on you. So, you're switching to business management, my major. It shouldn't be too difficult," Amber removed her hand from Cassie's mouth and began massaging her temples, "even for someone with a brain as small as yours."

"Please mistress, anything but that!" Cassie begged earnestly.

"Well, you should have thought of that before you came on my hand like a depraved little slut, now shouldn't you have?" Amber took cupped Cassie's face aggressively with her hands. "Who owns you worm?"

"You do, mistress."

"So, who gets to decide how you live your life?"

"You do, mistress."

"Then why the fuck are we even having this conversation? I mean, what even was your major anyway?"

Cassie fought back tears. As much as she enjoyed this, civil engineering was her life. She has worked so hard up until this point, acing all of her math classes, interning in the summer with her father's firm in order to build her resume, and re-taking the SAT 5 times in order to get a perfect score--and a full ride scholarship. Just like that, all her work now meant nothing, as she had already gone too far to turn back.

"Civil engineering, mistress," she choked out.

Amber gently lifted Cassie's chin and leaned in closer. "Aww, then you should be grateful to me, pet. That major is much too hard for someone of your intellect. Don't you think?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Hmm... You don't sound very grateful. Why don't you kiss my feet until you can think of a fitting thank you?"

Cassie slid to the cold dorm floor and began kissing Amber's feet. She hoped Amber couldn't feel see the tears streaming from her face as she was hit by the gravity of her situation. At the same time, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by Amber's perfect feet. She could tell from the pungent smell and salty taste that Amber had come straight from the gym and hadn't showered yet, making the task that much more disgusting. She had never considered feet attractive before, but there was something undeniably enjoyable about being forced to clean the dirtiest part of Amber's body with her mouth. Mindlessly, she began licking them and rubbing her face into them, her enthusiasm growing every moment. She deserved to be used like this. This is what felt right to her. The longer time went on, the less she was able to convince herself to go back on their agreement, until finally, after several minutes, she lifted her head and smiled.

"Mistress, your humble servant thanks you for your wisdom. You are right, a worthless worm like me could not be successful in such a hard course of study. Thank you for helping me find something even a dumb worm like me could pass in, and for thinking for me, as I am too stupid to think for myself."

"Aww, I'm glad you understand," Amber cooed. She had deeply enjoyed watching Cassie sit on the gross floor and make out with her feet. She especially enjoyed seeing the girl slowly lose any shred of self-respect. By the end of college, Cassie really would be useless--and shameless, and Amber was thrilled to see how far (and how fast) she could ruin her. Taking her right foot, she shoved Cassie's face into the floor and smashed it in for good measure. "Let's go, pet."

Cassie walked behind Amber as they made their walk across campus to the administrative building. She was careful not to make eye contact with any of her peers on the quad, afraid they might look at her and see her for what she really was. At the same time, it was exhilarating to let Amber think for her and control her life, and she began feeling that familiar throb between her legs again.

After waiting for a half hour in the admin building, the girls were finally ushered into a small cubicle near the end of the hall.

"So, let me get this straight, Ms. Hart, you want to change from civil engineering to... business management?" the counselor asked.

Amber began speaking for her. "Yes! Poor Cassie was having such a hard time with all those complicated math problems, weren't you, Cassie? So she thought it would be best to do something she was more capable of. Isn't that right?"

Cassie nodded and the counselor smirked. "Alright, I'll send this off to the head of the college of business for their approval, but that shouldn't be a problem, just sign here."

Cassie picked up the pen and hesitated. Was she really doing this? It wasn't too late; she could still walk out and chalk this all up to hormones. She could go home right now to her comfy bed and wonderful best friend and roommate and pretend this never happened. She didn't want this, she wanted--

"I know a simple task like this can be hard Cassie, but you don't need to read, just sign." Amber flashed Cassie her malicious grin and slid her hand up her inner thigh.

All Cassie's nerve faded as Amber's words reignited the burning sensation between her legs. Just like that, Cassie put her name on the paper and slid it back across the desk. She had done it.

"She's lucky to have a friend as good as you," the counselor said.

"I agree! Don't you think so too, Cassie?"

Cassie did her best to maintain her composure, just barely managing to squeak, "I'm so lucky to have her."

"Well thanks again! Have a good one!" Amber said as she grabbed Cassie's wrist and yanked her out of the room.

After they entered into the hallway, Amber pulled Cassie into the women's room before clutching her right breast and slipping her hand underneath her skirt.

"God, I can't believe you actually did that, you are so fucked," Amber said. "God and you don't even know all the plans I have for you yet."

Amber began fingering Cassie, forcing her to watch herself in the mirror as Amber continued. "I'm going to humiliate you." She thrust deep inside Cassie "And eviscerate any social standing you have." She thrust deeper still. "And then, I am going to make you watch as I take anything worthwhile you have made for yourself and destroy it." She thrust her fingers into Cassie again as Cassie let out a high moan. "What do you have to say to that?"

Cassie, who now had one leg on the bathroom counter and was completely exposed to anyone who might enter, had lost all sense of self. She had thrown away her life on a whim and was now being debased in a dingy bathroom. And she felt... good.

Between heavy breaths, she managed to gasp her response. "Thank you, mistress."