Major Dominance Ch 03

I recommend reading the previous chapters (at least the first one), but if you want to read from this part anyway, know that this story takes place at Dremeder University, a college where certain majors can dominate others. Andrea, a math major, is the roommate and Mistress of Leah, a sociology major.

All characters in erotic scenes are over eighteen.

***

My blanket was pulled off me and cold air hit my naked skin.

"Wake up, Leah," Andrea said. "Today is the first day of classes."

I groaned, keeping my eyes shut. "I know..." I mumbled, trying to pull the blanket back over me.

I felt Andrea's hand stroke my hair. She whispered close to my ear. "As cute as your sleeping face is, this is something that must be done."

Then she pinched one of my tits. I jerked up, yelping. Scowling at her, I noticed that she was already fully dressed. I glanced at our dorm window. The blinds were open, but there was no sunlight coming through. It was still dark outside. "What time is it?" I asked.

"It's six in the morning."

I gazed at her in disbelief. No wonder I was so tired. "What the heck is wrong with you?!"

"I don't think that's the proper way to talk to me," Andrea said with too much glee in her voice.

"Sorry," I muttered. "What the heck is wrong with you,

Mistress

?"

Andrea frowned. "Well, that's... better, I guess." I adjusted my collar and tried to lay down again. She stopped me with an arm around my back. "No going back to sleep. I'm making some rules around here."

A part of me wanted to go back to sleep despite her command, but the other part was glad that Andrea was trying to be more dominant. She smiled at me, and I gave a weak smile back.

"First, you will wake up at six every day," Andrea said.

I was no longer smiling. "What the heck is wrong with-"

She slapped my tits. "The reason for this rule, is that I naturally wake up early and sleep early. I don't want you waking up late and keeping me up at night, so you'll have to adjust to my sleep schedule. I will wake you up at six, and you will get ready. If you do not get ready quickly enough, then I will punish you."

I shifted in the bed. "Does that mean I've broken the rule already?"

"No. I only made the rule now, so I'll forgive you for today."

Well, that's too bad

, I thought.

Andrea read my mind. "But I still want to punish you for questioning my authority."

I climbed out of bed, wondering what the punishment would be. She told me to put my hands on my neck and stand still. Then she massaged my clit until I was soaking wet before fingering me rapidly. My breathing became shaky.

Andrea spoke as she fingered me. "I've gotten better at telling when you're about to cum. Do you know why?" I could not speak through labored breaths. "It's because you always do the same things as you climax. Your eyes roll up, your moans become slightly louder, and your whole body tightens."

I was barely paying attention to her as I bathed in the ocean of pleasure. I started moaning and felt my legs tremble. I tightened my legs to keep balance, but as soon as I did, Andrea pulled her hand away, denying me.

My body writhed, trying to find Andrea's hand again, but it was no longer there. I looked up at her with pleading eyes, whimpering.

"Sorry Leah," Andrea said, genuinely. "But if I don't enforce the rules, then they aren't really rules, are they?"

"...No, Mistress."

Andrea nudged me towards the showers. "Another rule is that you are forbidden from making yourself cum, so don't even think about finishing yourself off in the showers. I'll know if you do."

I was not sure how she would know, but after she perfectly predicted my orgasm and denied it, I decided to believe her. I did not want to worsen my punishment; I'm not Rue.

***

I must have taken longer to get ready than I thought, because by the time I got back from the showers, Andrea already had our breakfast stuffed in a green plastic 'to go' box. 'To go' boxes could be obtained with one meal swipe, but you could fit two meals into them, and both Andrea and I were okay with exploiting the system, figuring that if we didn't exploit the system, then the system would exploit us.

We finished eating, and Andrea made me follow her to her first class.

"I have an eight o'clock class, so we should leave now," she said.

"But why do I have to go with you? My first class is at ten," I replied.

"I don't want you to masturbate while I'm away, so I'm making you go with me."

"I'm not going to touch myself - I promise! I'm just going to be stuck waiting in an empty classroom for an hour and a half and..." - Andrea gave me a cold look - "and... Okay, Mistress."

And that was that.

We passed by the lobby on our way out. The front desk was unattended, and the lobby boys were looking as generic as ever.

Were they ever not in the lobby?

I wondered. They gave me a quick nod as we existed the dormitory.

I was carrying a small computer bag in my hand that had everything I needed for my classes. Besides that, I was naked since sociology majors weren't allowed to wear clothes.

Andrea led us to a mid-sized building and stopped in front of some double doors, turning to me. "Okay, Leah. My class is here, so this is where we part ways. I realize I can't stop you from masturbating when I'm in class, but I..." She trailed off.

"Andrea," I said, grabbing her arm. "You can trust me."

I saw Andrea's eyes dance as she searched my face. She leaned in close. I thought she was about to kiss me. "Gh..."

Huh? What does 'Gh' mean?

"Andrea?"

"Gh..." she repeated. Then, Andrea retreated from me. "N-nothing. I trust you. At any rate, I don't want to be late."

She quickly dispersed, leaving me naked and alone, staring at a building in the cold hours of the morning.

***

Terrible. Horrible.

I had spent a while the day before writing down the building and room numbers for my classes. I was confident that my first class, Sociology 101, was in Malthus Hall room G105.

And I had gotten there almost two hours early, thanks to Andrea, so the class had been empty. I waited patiently for an hour and a half, trying to get my mind off my throbbing pussy. I was tempted to touch myself, but I told Andrea she could trust me, so I had little choice but to suffer.

It was nine-thirty, half an hour until the start of Sociology 101. That was when a fully clothed student with a blue badge strolled in. He seemed surprised to see me, but smiled, nonetheless. I returned the smile cautiously.

Why is someone with a blue badge in my Sociology class?

He took a seat next to me. I looked closer at his badge: he was an environmental science major. As he caught me staring, I tore my attention away from him.

I couldn't figure out where to put my hands, so I kept alternating between the desk and my sides.

Another student walked in, a stubby female also fully clothed and with a blue badge. She took the seat on my other side, so that I was sandwiched between the two blue badge students.

Yeah, they just have to pick the seats next to me, don't they? It's not like there are twenty-five other desks in here.

I saw that the girl was also an environmental science major. That was when I realized something was wrong.

I saw the boy and the girl glancing at each other, communicating with their eyes. I squeezed my legs shut, feeling claustrophobic and embarrassed.

The girl moved her chair closer to me.

I tried leaning away from her. "Um..."

The girl ignored me and stared at my legs, which I had closed tightly at this point.

The boy whispered, eerily close to me. "Spread your legs, sweetheart."

I whipped my head to him, my heart thumping violently. But I meekly obeyed, letting them look at my needy pussy.

"What is your name, cupcake?" the girl asked.

I'm not a cupcake!

I whipped my head back to the girl. "Leah," I said.

"Leah, what are you doing in an environmental studies class? I can't imagine it's to learn environmental science."

First, what was so weird about wanting to learn environmental science in an environmental science class? And second:

"This is Sociology 101," I said. "Not environmental science." I had spent a while yesterday making sure I knew the room and building, so I was confident that I was right. I pulled out my laptop to show the pair my class schedule. "See?"

The girl looked surprised. "Refresh the page," she said. I refreshed the page, and the classroom number did not change. I was in the right place according to my student account page.

The boy pulled out his own laptop and went to his student account page. "Our schedules say that Environmental Processes is in this room."

I glanced at his laptop and the boy was right. All three of us were confused.

"So, you mean to tell us that you didn't come to this room with the intention of doing... 'stuff?'" the girl asked.

I shook my head.

That explains their behavior

, I realized.

It was obvious what the girl meant by 'stuff.' Clearly, she assumed that I went into a class comprised mostly of dominant majors so that I could be used like the slut I was. The idea was appealing, and I told myself to try something like that in the future. But I was worried about getting late for my first class, so the ordeal had to be saved for another time.

"I didn't get any email saying our classroom was changed," the boy said.

I checked my student email and gasped. 'ANNOUNCEMENT: Sociology 101 Classroom Changed,' the subject line read.

The class had been moved to another building - Blume Hall - just this morning and I didn't get the chance to check my email.

"Blume Hall isn't too far away," the girl said. "You can get there with plenty of time to spare if you leave now."

I gave my thanks and rushed to the classroom's exit.

The boy cleared his throat. "Of course, since you're here with some spare time, you could also make yourself useful."

I stopped. When I looked at the boy, he had his fully erect cock shamelessly out. I considered very strongly taking up his offer, but I had other concerns as of now. "I don't want to be late," I said at last.

"Come on! There's plenty of time. Don't worry, I'm not interested in fucking your pussy - that would get me all sweaty before class. Just give me a quick blowjob and you can go."

"And he'll definitely be quick," the girl added. The boy flinched.

"Okay," I said. "Wait, no. I really don't want to mess up my first day."

I took a step outside the classroom. There was no way I was going to give into temptation. Plus, the boy was not even offering to properly fuck me. Even if I enjoyed being controlled, what was the point if I did not get to orgasm? And I did not have much experience with cocks.

I needed to make sure today was perfect, which meant getting to class early and prepared. I was already off to a rough start, so I couldn't have something like this delay me further. My desperate pussy would have to wait.

Don't listen to them, Leah. You must stay focused. Believe in yourself. Don't let anything distract you. Don't let any-

"I'll finger you while you suck him off," the girl said.

To my knees I went.

***

I entered the Sociology 101 classroom a minute late and completely naked, save for the collar around my neck. A small bag carried my few possessions. Twenty heads turned and watched me. Most of the students were fully clothed.

One would think that a sociology class would have a decent number of sociology majors, and therefore have more naked people like me. But nope, only about a fourth of the class shared my nudeness.

The professor - Professor Krin - stopped his introduction and motioned for me to sit down. There was only one available seat, and it was right in the front-center of the class. I hobbled through the aisle of desks and students, trying to ignore their burning stares.

I sat down.

"Got lost?" Professor Krin said. "It's okay. It's common for first years."

"I didn't see the email about the classroom changing," I admitted.

"Understandable. They have been changing which classes are taught where, trying to put the classes of certain majors closer to the center of the university."

I wondered if 'they' meant the economics department and its head, Dr. Stab, but I didn't ask, too embarrassed by my lateness.

I also left out the details of me waiting for over an hour in the wrong building, and, of course, the blowjob I gave to the environmental science boy, which was the main reason for my tardiness.

The worst part was that I had only given him a blowjob hoping that I would get to cum, since the girl had said that she would finger me. But I didn't get any release, after all.

"I only said I'd finger you while you suck him off," the cruel girl had said. "I never said I'd finger you all the way to orgasm."

That bitch.

The boy had lasted just long enough to make me late for class but not long enough for the girl to finger me to orgasm.

I did not have much experience with cocks. I had a boyfriend in my junior year of high school, but he rarely did anything extreme. He also dumped me after a month, since I was kind of a loser back then and his friends urged him to leave me.

The environmental science boy had not gone easy on me as I sucked him off. I was trying my best, but that was not good enough. He pushed my head as deep as it could go. I couldn't take his cock all the way down, but the boy had tried to make me.

At the end he wanted to cum on my face, but I begged him with a shaky voice to let me swallow since I had class right after. Right when he exploded in my mouth more environmental science students entered the classroom, amazed by the sight.

I had simply ignored everyone and ran to Sociology 101, Blume Hall 410, the fourth floor. I charged up the stairs two at a time and burst through the door, panting.

That led me to my current situation, sitting in the front center of the class naked, needy, and doubtless that everyone was judging me. I just wanted to sink into my chair and melt into a puddle of nothing, but Professor Krin wanted to 'engage his students.'

"Sociology involves the study of society," Professor Krin explained. "But what is a society? Split off into groups of three or four and brainstorm answers."

Why? Why do teachers do this?

The people around me all found groups. Suddenly, I was alone. It was grade school all over again. I looked around for the other sociology majors, but they all grouped up with each other.

It's doomed. It can't get any worse.

"All I know is we live in one." A female voice said from behind me. My eyes met a slender figure with a blue badge. She pulled up a chair and sat next to me. "Hi, I'm Mortem Destinatus because my parents hate me, but just call me Mori. I'm also funny and relatable."

It just got worse.

But what choice did I have? Everyone else had a group. "I'm Leah," I said.

"I'm also joining your group."

Mori and I turned to meet a scrawny looking boy with glasses. The boy pulled up another chair and sat across from me. He had a red badge.

An economics major

, I realized. Economics majors are the most hated at Dremeder University, which is probably why he could not find a group.

It just got way worse.

"My name is Ho," the economics major said.

Mori laughed. I stifled one.

"Your name is... Ho?" Mori said. "Like... Ho as in..."

"S-shut up!" Ho said. "It means harmony in my hometown's language. And my full name is Ho Ping, which sounds like 'hoping,' which is deeply poetic and profound."

I rolled my eyes. Ho noticed.

"And I thought my parents hated me," Mori said. "Perhaps I was too harsh on them. After all, they did not give me a name like Ho. I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry Dad. May your souls in heaven rest, knowing that my lament finally can."

"Wow, you suck," Ho said. I thought about my parents for a moment, which made me nauseous.

Mori waved her hand. "Nah, I understand your pain. You should try using a nickname. Mine is Mori. You could try 'Hope' or something."

"My name is beautiful. It isn't my fault that people can't understand it."

I just sat there watching the exchange between these two freaks.

I don't care what your name means. You're still a freckle-faced, spectacle-wearing, short-limbed weirdo. Not to mention an economics major

. The first few attributes were uncontrollable, so I could not judge him too hard for those.

But Ho

chose

to be an economics major. Thus, he

chose

to be hated by me.

"So, your parents-"

"We should probably start discussing what a society is," I said, cutting Ho off.

Ho was not amused. "You don't even get a name. You're just 'slut' or 'whore.' And the craziest thing is that you

chose

to be that way. You

chose

to be a sociology major. Thus, you

chose

to be hated by me."

"I'm Leah."

"I don't care who you are. I'm taking this class for a general education credit, so I could care less about the actual content, if you can even call it content."

"Whatever...

Ho

," I said.

"That's Master to you,

slut.

"

"Sure thing, Master Ho

."

"Fuck you, you skank-bag," He slammed the desk. "And fuck sociology."

Mori let out a nervous laugh. "Y-yeah... fuck sociology, I guess. Professor Krin, more like Professor Cringe. Ha. Get it? Like Krin is the name of our professor but I also used it as the first half of the word-"

"Shut up," Ho and I said in unison. Then, we glared at each other, hating the fact that we both did something together.

"You three realize everyone can hear you, right?" Professor Krin said. He was on the other side of the classroom, stopping his discussion with some students. The steady murmur of the class had stopped. Everyone was staring at us.

The three of us looked down, our faces red.

It's very worse bad indeed yep. My brain thoughts coherent anymore not.

As the rest of the class went back to work, the three of us quietly started discussing what a society is.

After a few minutes, Professor Krin asked each group to share their answers. Afterward, Professor Krin gave a more professional answer.

"Many of you stated that a society consists of people, and something to bind them together, like a government. Indeed, sociologists define a society to be any group of people who share similar values, customs, traditions, or laws.

"One of the first concepts we will learn about, is the idea of social forces, which are human influences that push people to behave a certain way. Perhaps you can think of some social forces in your life. Students here tend to have plenty of examples."

Professor Krin said the last part while looking straight at our group.

I found the lecture to be quite stimulating. Mori was taking notes, but her eyes were a little droopy. Ho made no effort to hide is lack of enthusiasm.

The class finished and students shuffled out. I was writing some finishing thoughts down.

"Leah, do you have another class today?" Mori said. I shook my head. She smiled. "Me neither. I live at Bian Hall. I was thinking we could walk back together."

"I'd love to," I replied.

I gathered my things and began to leave.

"Wait," Ho said, pointing to a spot near him on the floor. "Get over here, slut."

"Master Ho is trying to command me?" I taunted.

"And succeeding. If you don't want to be punished, then walk over here."

I didn't move. Normally, I welcomed commands. I lived to prove my worth. But I did not want to be dominated by Ho of all people.

"I'll take your silence as refusal," Ho said. "Brats like you have to be punished."

"And Master Ho thinks he can punish me?"

"Just say Master."

"Master, Master Ho."