Major Dominance

I recommend reading the first part to understand the characters better, but if you want to read this part anyway, just know that this story takes place at Dremeder University, a college where those with certain majors, such as math, can dominate those in others. Andrea and Leah are roommates, with Andrea being a math major and Leah's Mistress.

***

I awoke to evil laughter.

There's a demon in the room

, I thought, jolting out of bed. As soon as I got up, I was reminded of how exposed I was, being fully naked. I still had my collar on, though. Andrea, my roommate, said I could take off my collar when I slept, but I wore it anyway.

I worked hard for it.

But when I looked around, it turned out there was no demon in the room. Just Andrea, laughing like a maniac. She was seated at her desk, looking at her laptop. She was in only her underwear, which caught me off guard. There was a wicked sparkle in her eyes, like she was a pirate lusting for treasure.

"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously.

Andrea turned to me, grinning. "Leah. You're awake. Look at this."

She pointed to her laptop screen. I looked at it from behind her, my face over her shoulder. There was a calendar of sorts. "Is this your schedule?" I asked.

She started laughing like a maniac again. "You sweet little innocent thing." Her tease made my pussy tingle. "This isn't just a schedule. This is victory. Do you see?"

I shook my head, squinting harder at the screen. She continued. "Calculus III was originally full. But then the most beautiful thing happened" - Andrea paused for dramatic effect - "someone dropped the class! And you know what that means?"

I spoke slowly. "...That you got in the class?"

"I GOT IN THE CLASS!" I was starting to get concerned, but I also liked seeing Andrea be this energetic. "For days I have been eyeing the available seats. For days I have wrestled with the registration gods. Finally, after my sacrifice, my turmoil - my devotion! Finally, my prayers have been answered." She held her palms together and closed her eyes in mock prayer. She relaxed her face as if in gratitude to the registration gods. It was the same expression I made whenever I was about to cum, relaxed but still wanting.

The corner of her laptop displayed the time. It was six in the morning. With a slight irritation in my voice, I said, "Very cool, Andrea. I'm glad you could enroll in your class. Now, I'm going back to bed, seeing as it is six in the fucking morning." I started climbing into bed.

"Seriously?" Andrea said. I paused, giving her a confused look. What was so weird about wanting to be asleep so early? She explained, "It's just that... well, you didn't take a shower last night. So... you know... you smell like, well, a slut."

I sniffed. Crap, she was right. Last night, she had given me several orgasms after the initial mind blowing one. By the time we were done, I was a hot and messy pile of flesh. I was so worn out afterward, that I just went to bed right away, whereas she probably took a shower before doing so. "I don't want the room to smell like your pussy juices," Andrea added.

I blushed from embarrassment. "You're right, Miss," I said. "I'll take a shower right away." She smiled at me, nodding. I grabbed a towel and hair products and started to leave the room.

"And Leah," Andrea said. "Wash your face first and then put this on." She handed me a blindfold. Did she really want me to be blindfolded in the shower?

"Isn't that a bit impractical? Won't the water seep through the blindfold and get into my eyes?"

Andrea gave me an alarmed look. "Oh. I, uh, didn't think of that. Then I guess you don't have to wear the blindfold..." I stared at her, frowning expectantly, like an impatient teacher waiting for her class to stop talking. Andrea then realized her mistake. She cleared her throat. "I mean, um, don't question me... and stuff. You will put on the blindfold in the shower."

I sighed. I wanted Andrea to be more dominant, but this would have to do for now. I was just glad Andrea was trying to step outside her comfort zone. She had already made decent progress in just one night, so I went to the showers without another word.

The bathroom had three showers to accommodate around twenty people in our hall, so it was fortunate that I had woken up early before it got crowded. The showers themselves were clean, as far as college standards went anyway.

I hung my towel and picked the shower furthest inside the bathroom. Then I rotated the shower handle about halfway around.

Pain.

I scrambled out of the water and put my hand out to measure the temperature. The water was ice cold. I turned the shower handle more, waiting for the water to heat up. Once it got to a decent temperature, I stepped back in. It was a nice couple of seconds. But the temperature kept rising.

Pain.

I scrambled out of the water and put my hand out to measure the temperature. The water was boiling hot. I turned the shower handle back slightly. Once the water was a decent temperature, I stepped back in. Now the temperature stayed at a good spot.

The water temperature is more sensitive than my fucking tits. I turn the handle two degrees and it goes from ice cold to boiling hot.

I washed my face and put the blindfold on. As I suspected, the water seeped through the blindfold. But my eyes were closed behind the fabric, so it didn't matter. It was just a regular shower at that point. Still, I was unfamiliar with the shower layout, I only had the sensation of water to guide me, and it was hard to tell which direction I was facing as a result.

Was my back being exposed, or my front? I couldn't tell, so it just felt like my whole body was being exposed.

Then I heard some footsteps echoing in the bathroom. My pussy started leaking in anticipation, and I was glad that the shower water could hide my juices. A few moments later I felt rough hands run over me. The angle of her suggested that the person was behind me. I could feel her hard tits on my back.

Meanwhile her fingers slid right into my pussy. Another hand squeezed my breasts. Hard.

"Oh, Andrea!" I moaned. The hands stopped moving, as if punishing me. "Sorry, I mean Miss." The hands returned to bringing me pleasure. The thrusting continued in my pussy, and I felt my tits get harshly pinched. Andrea was being much rougher than last night, and I was all for it.

The hands spun me around. I nearly lost my balance, but the arms caught me. My breath was cut off as lips intertwined with mine. I grabbed Andrea's tits, returning the favor. Except they were no bigger than my hands.

Wait a minute.

Andrea's tits were much larger than mine, so my hand should not have been able to encapsulate them.

I took off the blindfold and nearly screamed. "You're not Andrea!"

In front of me was a completely different girl, with blonde hair. She was around my height, and her boobs were even smaller than mine (and my boobs are already on the smaller side). Based on her collar, this blonde girl was also a slave. What was a slave doing groping some stranger?

The blonde girl floundered around and quickly made her get away, scattering frantically. "Hey, wait!" I called. But she was already gone.

At least finish what you started

.

Well, I guess I can finish myself off

, I thought. I put my fingers in my pussy and turned around so that I was facing the shower handle. The white noise of running water and the pleasure of playing with myself made me focus entirely on pleasure.

But a few minutes later, as I got close to orgasm, I was cut off by a hand tapping my shoulder. "Leah?"

I turned and saw a naked Andrea and froze. I had taken off the blindfold, thus failing to obey her. I looked down, my cheeks bright red. I also saw how wet her bare pussy was. She hadn't yet stepped under the shower water, so her thighs glistened clearly.

"Why don't you have the blindfold on?" Andrea said. I was silent. "And don't say it's because the water got through the blindfold. I thought about it carefully, and I realized that even if water did get through the blindfold, how would taking off the blindfold remedy that situation? Water hits the eyes when you take a shower as it is, so what you said earlier made no sense."

Wow, she really did think about this whole blindfold thing carefully. Maybe that was why she took so long to get here. "Sorry, Miss," I said.

Andrea seemed to be building some resolve. "I asked you a question, girl."

Her dominance was getting my wet pussy even more worked up than it already was. With me having just been denied orgasm, I felt like I was about to explode. Fidgeting, I gave Andrea my answer. "Well, you see I originally did have the blindfold on, but then-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses."

What? But

she's

the one who asked me why I had the blindfold off. I looked up at her face. Her lips were quivering slightly, waiting for my approval.

Oh.

I smiled. She intentionally asked me to say what happened just so that she could tell me to not make excuses. My smile turned into a giggle, and Andrea also let out a relieved laugh. She was probably worried that I would consider her tactic unfair, so she was glad that I was happy.

In fact, I welcomed such ploys. I would never find them unfair.

"As punishment, I don't think you should get to cum." My jaw dropped.

"That's not fair!" I complained. "Please, Miss..."

"I don't want to hear it. Now beg for forgiveness."

"But you said you don't want to hear it."

Checkmate, Mistress

, I thought. Andrea's face became scarlet, matching mine. But Andrea quickly regained control.

"Good point," she replied. "Then, just get on your knees instead." I obeyed, spreading my knees apart so I could bring my body closer to her legs. Her foot brushed my inner thighs. She pushed my head into her crotch. "Last time you passed out before you could pleasure me, hogging all the orgasms to yourself. Don't you think that's selfish?" I nodded against her. "So then don't you think you ought to return the favor?"

Before I could nod, she said, "Get that tongue to work, slut." I pushed my tongue into her. I started thrusting in and out, massaging my breasts as I did so. Andrea's hand was on the back of my head, and she gently eased my face into her pussy. After a couple of minutes, Andrea exploded, failing to suppress her moans. "Wow," she said, gasping. I smiled at her as the shower washed away her fluids.

But then someone else entered the shower. A different girl than before.

Andrea panicked and cowered as close to the shower wall as she could, hiding herself before she could be seen.

I didn't get what the big deal was. Sex acts like this were supposed to be normal at Dremeder University, especially in a place like the showers. Still though, she pushed me up, prompting me to stand, aiming to use me as a shield for her privacy if needed. Since we were at the backmost shower, the girl was likely to not notice Andrea.

I looked down at Andrea. I didn't want her to be ashamed of being my owner. I had an idea to get her past this barrier. I was going to call out to the girl, hopefully getting her involved with us.

I started to speak. "Hey-" Andrea read my mind, putting her hands on my mouth to stop me. She was able to reach my face even while squatting since she was much taller than me. I tried struggling, but her arms easily overpowered me. She had my mouth covered and arms restrained, and she was shaking her head.

The girl didn't seem to notice anything. She just had to use the bathroom, so she was gone quickly, at which point Andrea let me go, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Really, Andrea?" I said. "Are you that ashamed of me?" My wording was a bit harsh, but I was only expressing my feelings.

"It's not like that..." she started. But she didn't know what to say.

Being denied release was making me more irritable than normal, but I needed to ease the situation, so I controlled myself. Andrea was trying very hard for me, after all.

"It's okay," I said, not fully believing myself. "I understand."

***

Our mood was still slightly dampened when we returned to the room, but we had at least come to a mutual understanding. Andrea needed more time before she could be so outwardly dominant with me.

I thought about getting a couple more hours of sleep, but I was already too awake. And too aroused.

"Leah, did you get your badge?" Andrea held up a lanyard ID badge. It had her name, a small picture, a student number, and a section that stated she was a math major. The badge had a red border, making it visible from long distances.

Stacy, the front desk girl who helped me last night, did not give me a badge when I moved in. In fact, she herself had not been wearing a badge when I first saw her, but that was likely because she did not need to wear it in the dorm.

Andrea said that I should probably get a badge before classes start, since she read on the school website that badges were the main ID system at Dremeder University. She told me I could get one from the front desk.

I put on a pair of slippers and made my way downstairs. I was secretly thrilled. Going to the front desk meant I could potentially see Stacy again. I never got to properly thank her for helping me out and encouraging Andrea to be more dominant.

When I got to the lobby, however, Stacy was not there. Instead, it was a girl with blonde hair.

The

girl with blonde hair. I stopped for a moment. It was the same girl that left me frustrated in the shower just a half hour ago.

But now she had clothes on. She wore a tight shirt that exposed her belly and shorts that went above her mid-thigh. I could see her tits poking through her shirt, making it obvious she was not wearing a bra. And then there was her collar, indicating that she was slave, just like me. However, her appearance was still modest compared to me (she was not fully naked, after all), which meant that her major was not sociology, but one more dominant.

I also saw that she was wearing a badge. It had a green border, unlike Andrea's red one.

The girl recognized me and winked, causing me to blush.

Why was I even embarrassed?

She could not have been that much higher than me in terms of major. Still, something about how she was so dominant with me in the shower made me feel extra submissive towards her.

There was also a group of boys sitting at a table, all with blue badges, who did not hold their stares back at all. They were all fully clothed, while I only had a pair of slippers on. I also noticed that none of them wore collars.

I neared the front desk, wanting the blonde girl to say something to me first, but she just waited patiently for me, greedily taking in the image of my naked flesh.

"U-um..." What do you say to someone that just used your body in the shower while you moaned another person's name? I remembered the badge.

Just stick to the issue at hand

, I thought. "I need a badge. For my ID."

"You don't," the blonde simply stated. Who did this girl think she was? Her dismissal was making my tits harden, though. Or maybe it was just the cold lobby air.

"Yes, I do," I replied, trying to be assertive. "I never got one when I moved in."

"And you aren't supposed to. The main purpose of the badges is to make your major clear. But yours already is since you're dressed like a slut. Or I guess

not dressed

like a slut would be more accurate." The group of boys was listening in and started laughing, making me feel humiliated.

That joke wasn't even good!

"Anyway, you're obviously a sociology major, which is fine. I mean it's not fine, but hey it could be worse. You could be an economics major."

The boys solemnly agreed with the blonde's sentiment.

That's weird. Economics is one of the more dominant majors, containing decent amount of math and rigor. It wasn't the hardest, but it was close to a STEM major. It even outranked the finance and business majors. So why were the blonde girl and group of boys referring to it as though it was less than sociology?

"Economics majors are the lowest, no matter what the school says. Those bastards all follow Dr. Stab," one boy said.

What kind of name is Dr. Stab?

The blonde continued. "In any case, badges are also used for some other things, like accessing meal plans, but you won't need it for that either."

"I never got a meal plan," I said.

She rolled her eyes. "Of course not. Sociology majors are not trusted enough to handle the intricacies of meal plan optimization, so they don't get to have one."

Meal plan optimization?

That was a term I never thought I would hear. "What the heck is meal plan optimization?"

"Like I said, a slut like you shouldn't worry about it." I blushed. My hand started wandering to my pussy, but I stopped myself. It was partly her fault, with her little shower escapade, that I was flustered and in need of release to begin with, so I decided to not give her the satisfaction of making me rub one out. For some reason, perhaps it was the fact that she was also a slave, I felt the need to compete with her. "Then again, if you really want a badge, there is a special kind I can give to you."

"So, there

is

a badge I can get! Why didn't you just start with that?" Then, passive aggressively, I added, "Maybe you're the dumb slut here..."

She simply shook her head. "Girl, I'm not the naked one with erect tits and a pussy red from arousal, who can't stop her hand from reaching between her legs." She gestured to my hands, which I did not even realize were stroking my crotch even after stopped myself. I quickly put my hands to the side, ashamed. The boys muttered something to each other, snickering. "Now do you want the badge or not?"

"Okay...," I said. I really hated this girl, and I couldn't figure out why.

"Good. Close your eyes."

"What, why?"

"Close your eyes, slut, or you won't get the badge." I gulped at her assertiveness, but my pussy leaked with the pleasure of domination. I closed my eyes. This blonde girl seemed more dominant than both Stacy and Andrea. Yet she was slave, which was a bizarre concept to me. "Now turn around. Slowly... Okay stop."

I heard her stand up and walk over to me. A few seconds later I felt a cold, slightly damp sensation on my upper back. "Okay, open your eyes."

I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the group of boys all sitting at the table. She had made me turn so that I was directly facing them. They all had their stupid dumbstruck faces aimed right at my chest. I turned to face the blonde and heard a sea of laughter behind me as soon as I did so.

"W-what did you do?" I asked, desperately.

"I gave you a badge. Don't worry, it's one that represents your identity."

"It's true, slut," one of the boys said.

Their dirty talk was so uninspired and bland. The blonde girl had already called me a slut like five times, so the word had basically lost all its meaning.

I saw a little wooden box on the front desk. Then I realized what happened. "You stamped the word 'slut' on my back, didn't you?"

"That's right, and it covers quite a large portion, I must say," the blonde said proudly. "It's perfect for a worthless whore like you."

That triggered something inside of me. I slammed my hands on the front desk. "Don't call me worthless."

I was surprised by my own anger.

Where did that come from?

I did not mind being called a lot of things - I enjoyed most dirty nicknames - but being called worthless was a step too far. I was not worthless, was I?

I am not worthless.

The blonde was taken aback by my sudden anger. She was about to retort, but my gaze struck some primal fear in her. "Okay, okay. I get it," she said. The lobby boys were amused by the situation but did not say anything after I glared at them.