[Prologue]
I think my favorite moment with Jennifer was when she realized that I had her. It was that look on her face when it all hit her.
All those panicked thoughts and emotions rushing through her head suddenly turning to a shocked realization. At that moment she knew that I owned her. She knew that I could make her do whatever I wanted her to do. She had no choice at all.
Actually I suppose she did have a choice; she could turn herself in for being part of the cheating ring in BIO 104 that semester. All the rest had been expelled, and of course she would be expelled as well. Or, she could give herself to me, the TA who caught her red-handed.
I am sure she wondered why her friends had been expelled, and she had not. It was a simple oversight, I would explain. I just missed her exam on the first pass. The details are not really irrelevant. The bottom line was that if I turned her in, she would be expelled from the university. If I did not turn her in, she would keep her "A" on the midterm, and be on the path to medical school or whatever.
I could see her thoughts turn quickly. The panic of getting caught was instantly replaced with dread as she focused her sights on me. I could see her wondering in horror about what I would demand of her. Would it be sexual? Would she have to take off her clothes or perform kind of sexual act on me? Thoughts like those may have disgusted her at that moment, but it was definitely better than facing her parents back home.
I should mention now that Jennifer is Asian. Korean I think. Well, at least her parents were Korean; Jennifer grew up here in Southern California. I only mention this because I have heard that the pressure to do well in school is a lot more intense for Asian American kids. Maybe that's why she felt the need to cheat on that midterm. All that extra pressure from her family made her do some desperate things. I think it is true. I could see it in her eyes: that "Oh, God ... please, no!" look of complete desperation.
"What would I have to do?" She asked me feebly, as I smiled, all smug and victorious.
That was the moment she surrendered to me.
"Well Miss Kim," I said, "First, why don't you unbutton your blouse?"
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly, reluctantly undid the first button.
I started easy that day, but over the following weeks and months I would go on to turn this cute little Asian coed into my own personal sex slave. I would punish her, dominate her, humiliate her, and fuck her mercilessly. I would force her to perform for my pleasure. I would relish in her total submission and debasement. I would push her to new depths of depravity. This gorgeous little over-achieving pre-med freshman would be transformed into a naked, groveling, shoe-licking whore. And the best part of it is ... she would grow to love it.
[End of Prologue]
[Chapter 1]
That first time I made Jennifer Kim strip for me, I felt an incredible rush of erotic energy. The feeling of complete power was intoxicating. We were in the lab supply room on campus and I had just finished revealing the fact that I had discovered she had cheated on the midterm. She knew she had no choice but to obey my orders.
I remember how tearful and reluctant she was as she slowly peeled each article of clothing off of her petite Asian frame. It took forever, but I was patient. I had plenty of time and I enjoyed every painful moment of her humiliation.
As she stood naked and trembling before me, I noticed that she had a rather attractive body. As a college freshman, she was young and nubile, with pleasant curves, and soft, smooth skin. Thankfully she was not too skinny, despite her Korean heritage. This was a pleasant surprise.
You see I had never really been especially attracted to Asian girls. I know a lot of white guys have an Asian fetish, but I never understood why. There were many Asian communities in Orange County where I grew up, so there were many Asian girls around. Some were cute I guess. But I always dated the blonde cheerleader types in high school, and then the brainy art majors in college.
Asian girls always seemed distant somehow. Like they were just out of reach. They always seemed to hang out together in huge groups. They were always either studying or they were in some big church group. Asian girls like Jennifer Kim acted like they were too good for guys like me.
So now that I had her under my control, the fact that she was Asian was a huge turn on for me. It was like I had stolen her from another tribe. I felt like I had captured her and kidnapped her away from her people, and now she was my captive. I don't know if me being white made it worse for her or not.
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"What would I have to do?" She asked me feebly, as I smiled, all smug and victorious.
That was the moment she surrendered to me.
"Well Miss Kim," I said, "First, why don't you unbutton your blouse?"
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly, reluctantly undid the first button.
Instantly my cock became hard. She was really doing it. She kept her eyes closed as she unbuttoned the second button exposing her delicate cleavage and the top of her sensible white Victoria's Secret Bra.
She took another deep breath as she finished unbuttoning her blouse.
"Take it off, Jennifer." I said sternly. I wasn't asking her to do it, I was telling her to do it, and she knew it.
"Please." she begged "Not here. Somebody could walk in."
"That's not my problem Jennifer." I said, firm but calm. "Now take it off."
I could tell she was holding back tears as she removed her blouse.
"Set it on the bench." I commanded. "Then undo your jeans and drop them down to your knees."
Her eyes widened. She stood motionless. I said nothing. Silence hung in the air.
Finally she set the blouse on the lab bench. Then she closed her eyes again in shame as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. She took another deep breath which made her breasts heave ever so slightly as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her True Religions, and then bent over, pushing them down to gather around her knees.
She stood up straight and wrapped her arms around herself in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty.
"Arms at your sides" I snapped.
She obeyed. Good girl.
I sat down on a chair and looked at her, admiring her form. Her pert breasts, her flat stomach, the curve of her hips. She wore light blue bikini panties. Her smooth thighs were pressed tightly together. Now her eyes were open, staring straight ahead with hard resolve. Her teeth were probably clenched behind here tightly closed lips. She was trying to power through this indignity. I have to admit, the girl had spirit.
"Okay." I smiled. "Lose the bra Jennifer."
"Please David" Her strong resolved eyes suddenly became pleading and pitiful. "Please no..."
"You will address me as 'Sir'." I said coldly.
She looked at me, stunned and confused.
"Do you understand Jennifer?"
"Y-yes .... Sir." Her eyes dropped.
"Now take off your fucking bra and set it on the fucking bench!" I said calmly but with some anger.
As she reached up to the clasp between her breasts, she began to cry. She opened the clasp and freed her breasts. She slid the tangle of straps off her shoulders and almost angrily slammed the bra down on the bench next to her blouse. She then placed her arms at her sides without being told, allowing a full view of her lovely well-shaped boobs and their perky pink nipples.
I smiled as I examined at her exposed breasts. They were not the best tits I had ever seen, but they fit her shape very well. I wouldn't change a thing about them.
"Very nice Jennifer." I said smiling at her obvious discomfort.
She did not respond.
In time I would train her to thank me for giving her such a compliment, but right now she was clearly overwhelmed with embarrassment, so I was not going to push it just yet.
"Okay Jennifer." I said gently, in a reassuring tone. "Now the panties."
Her crying intensified. Her face was red and tears streamed down her face. I waited. She looked at me, begging me through her tears. I raised an eyebrow as if to say "Well, get on with it."
Then she did it.
