The following story takes place on a country isolated from the rest of the world. This country is so small that nothing written below could plausibly happen in real life. Therefore, the story - with its crude elements, unjust social systems, and irredeemable characters - is fiction.
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I stood before a peculiar college: Dremeder University. It was not the most prestigious school, nor the least. For me, however, it was perfect, because it had an administratively enforced hierarchy. The more respected your major was, the more rights you had. Generally, more respect came with more rigor, so if you majored in something hard like physics, you could dominate most people at the university. Whereas, if you majored something like psychology, you would be the one subjected to domination. It was all based on the major.
I was glad to be here, though it's not like I had a choice given my applications were less than ideal. In fact, I'm pretty sure no other college would have accepted me due to a stain on my disciplinary records.
Dragging my suitcase, which was stuffed with paranoidly added belongings (you had to be prepared for anything at Dremeder), I entered Bian Hall, one of two dormitories at Dremeder. I needed to check-in so that I could get settled in my room.
A spacious lobby with three girls in it greeted me. One was behind the front desk, wearing a beautiful but intimidating red dress. She seemed ready for a social event, and something told me she was in charge, even if her aura was not all that imposing. She stared absentmindedly at a computer, tapping her fingers on the desk.
There were also two submissive women standing to the left and right of the desk wearing more revealing clothing. They had plain t-shirts that were far too small for them and skirts with the same description. They had their hands behind their backs, and they eyed me, nervously, as I approached the front desk.
"What do you need?" the front desk girl said. She spoke quickly, no doubt trying to get me out of the way as quickly as possible, as if that would somehow make her hours shorter.
"Hello! I'm a new student and I need to check into my room."
"What's your major?" she asked. I paused. This was it. This is where my dreams could be realized. Where I could live a life that I would be happy with.
"Sociology," I said. The front desk lady stared blankly at me for a moment. She lit up. She put a hand over her mouth trying to stop her laugh. She failed miserably and turned her head away laughing heartily.
Finally, she looked at me. "Are you mental? Most people start out with a dominant major like computer science and then are forced to quit when it becomes too hard. But you!" -- she laughed again -- "You picked sociology, one of the most submissive majors right out the gate. Do you know where you are, girl? Are you really prepared for what is about to happen to you?"
I nodded enthusiastically. She seemed caught off guard by my lack of fear, but quickly composed herself. She snapped at the two girls, and one of them hurriedly grabbed my suitcase.
"Oh, I can take my suitcase myself," I said. But she pried the suitcase out of my hands, glaring at me.
"It's not your suitcase anymore," the front desk girl explained. I smiled. I had already chosen my place here. I couldn't suppress a giggle. Front desk girl shook her head. "You really are a freaky slut, huh? What's your name?"
"Leah."
She went to a room behind the desk and emerged with a small bag. She searched for my room information on her computer. A few moments later her eyes widened. "Oh man, you're in for it, Leah," she said. I looked curiously at her.
She told me to follow her and led me up a few flights of stairs. We turned into a small hallway, and into a small dorm room. There were two desks, two beds, two wardrobes, a mirror, and that was it. The room was empty, meaning my roommate was not here yet.
"Okay listen up." I turned to face the front desk girl. "The roommate you get assigned is based on the major you choose. If you choose a very submissive major, like - I don't know - fucking
sociology
, then you get paired with a very dominant major. The person you've been paired with has a very dominant major. Like the dominant-est. Like, I would be concerned if I was you. I don't know if you are stupid or just some whore, but since you picked sociology, this major that your roommate has-"
"What is her major?" I asked.
"It's math."
A stupid grin emerged on my face. Math is the highest ranking major, meaning my roommate could practically do whatever she wanted with me. She could tell me to masturbate in public, or force me to crawl around naked, or tie me up and have her way with me, or not tie me up and have her way with me. And if I did not obey her, I would be expelled.
Just thinking about it was making me squirm. I could feel the heat heading to my cheeks as I daydreamed about my hot new life at Dremeder University. My hands started to wander to my crotch as I lost myself in dreamland.
Front desk girl interrupted my fantasies. "Before your roommate gets here, you have to be prepared."
"Oh don't worry, I am prepared," I said, smiling. She gave me a disapproving look.
"Yes, we've established that you're a freakish submissive, slut-brained, skanky, whorish, punish-me-Mistress-ish doll who likes to be used. But that's not what I mean when I say-"
"I'm sorry, can you list some more adjectives, I was just getting into that."
"Jesus Leah. Seek help, girl. But also, that's not what I mean by 'prepared.'"
"Well, what do you mean by 'prepared?'"
She pulled my shirt. "As a start, you can strip. Sociology majors aren't allowed to wear clothing on campus."
I removed my shoes and socks and took off my shirt and skirt, revealing a black bra and matching black panties. Front desk girl nodded, urging me to continue.
As if I needed her encouragement
, I thought to myself. I decided to take off the bra slowly, unstrapping it, and just letting it hang on my chest for a short while before it fell naturally to the ground. Front desk girl stared at my erect nipples with her lips parted. I started an equally slow removal of my panties. Bending over a tiny bit at a time to bring them down my legs. Font desk girl was clearly enjoying the show, but she cleared her throat.
"Hurry up, please. I don't know when your roommate will be here. All I know is that I don't want to be here when she is, especially if I haven't finished preparing you. I mean, math majors can even boss around us biology majors, it's kind of crazy. And stupid, if you ask me. Oh, but who cares about my opinion? I'm just a biology major." She let out a deep sigh.
"Well STEM is STEM," I said. She smiled at me, partly at my encouragement, and partly because I was now fully naked.
"Thanks," she said, kicking my clothes to the side. "Now kneel over here. In front of the door." I did as I was told. She tapped my knees, getting me to spread them wide, revealing my bare pussy. "Put your hands behind your back." She walked behind me and adjusted my arms so that each hand was holding the opposite elbow. She squeezed my elbows together, which forced my shoulders back and my chest to thrust forward. She told me to look at the top of the door frame. I craned my neck up. She put a blindfold over my eyes and let out a breath, satisfied with her work. "You'll stay like this until your roommate - owner - gets here. She'll finish collaring you. We're supposed to leave the door open, so make sure you stay in position."
I could feel my pussy throb. Since I was seated right in front of the door frame, and since the door was left open, anyone walking down the hall would see me. And I would not be able to hear the door opening when my roommate - owner - got here, so I had to always be prepared for her arrival and keep my position steady as a result.
"Now listen, Leah," front desk girl said. "I'm going to make you feel very good in a second. But you must tell me when you are about to cum. Is that clear?"
Exactly what my wet pussy needed. "Yes, Ma'am!"
After a moment, I felt her hands on my body. She started on my shoulders, but moved over my chest, circling my tits. I didn't hold my moans back. She moved her hands further down my body. I could tell that she was behind me, since I could feel her chin near my shoulder.
She whispered seductively into my ear. "Honestly, I'm quite jealous of your owner. She gets to keep this sensitive, insatiable, beautiful, eager little slut to herself." A hand went to my clit. She masterfully stimulated it. Another hand went to my labia. She rubbed my entrance, stroking it carefully, before easily sliding a finger inside. She clearly had experience. My moans became louder. They could probably be heard down the hall, but I doubted that was unusual at Dremeder.
"May I please cum?" I begged. She immediately pulled her hands away.
"Sorry, girl. We're supposed to bring you to the edge of climax to prepare you for your owner."
I turned my head to her voice, my mouth open in disbelief. She just toyed with me and left me frustrated. I closed my knees slightly, trying to rub my pussy and finish what she started. She forced my knees apart, turned my head back to the doorframe, and fixed my hands. I was a breathless, blindfolded, denied plaything that she controlled.
The front desk girl made me lick her fingers clean. I heard her pull something out of her bag. "Open you mouth." I obeyed, still angry about being denied release. "Bite down." I timidly bit down on something. It was thin.
"That completes the preparation," front desk girl said. "Make sure you stay like that. I know it may be difficult, being denied and all, but you signed up to be dominated, for whatever reason. You'll have to learn how to deal with it, if you haven't already. However, if your owner does put you in real danger, you should report to the administrative office, and they'll do something about it. But if you complain about your owner when she hasn't done anything bad, then you'll be severely punished or expelled. Understand?" I tried speaking with the thing in my mouth. She chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes. Your owner will put that collar on you when she gets here. Good luck."
With that, she left me kneeling naked in front of an open door, blindfolded, and thus unable to know who would look at me. It just now occurred to me how exposed I was. And how wet I was.
***
It was a few minutes later when I heard footsteps down the hall. I was an eager mess in heat. I was so desperate for relief yet excited from anticipation that I was wrapping my tongue all around the collar in my mouth. A small puddle around my pussy formed from its juices.
I was finally going to be fully dominated. Out of control. I had fantasized about this for so long, and now it was finally happening.
The footsteps got louder and then stopped. Here we go. I puffed my chest out, ready to embrace a completely submissive lifestyle. "H-hi! Um..." I meek voice entered my ears. "I am your roommate... um... owner, I guess. Oh! My n-name is, uh, Andrea. W-w-what... is yours?"
Are you fucking kidding me? This weak-willed bitch was the owner I got assigned, seriously?
"U-um. I'm a math major. How about you?"
