Breeding my new mistress

"You had heard plenty of rumours about this new all girls school, but all you knew for sure was that it was prestigous, unfathomably expensive and built in the middle of only god knows where. Quite how you got transferred here, you have no idea..."

"Stepping off the bus after what feels like an eternity, you thank the bus driver and turn to face your new school. In the distance you can see some girls milling around between buildings, a gentle hum of activity helping to refocus your mind after the dull journey here."

"You glance down at the welcome brochure you brought along with you, staring at the cute girls postered on the front - You feel a small rush of blood towards your groin, reminding you of the fact you are not like the girls here, in one very... big... way."

"Well, hopefully I can keep this to myself..." "You say to yourself, unconvinced, as you begin the slow walk onto your new campus, ready to start a new and exciting chapter in your student life..."

"Hmm, I think the coast is clear for now," "replies Jasmine, sauntering over to peek her head into the ensuite."

"Go ahead and get cleaned up, new girl. We'll pick out your uniform," "offers Amelia with a sly grin."

"Rose gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze." "Don't take too long now, we don't want you to be late for assembly!"

"With that, the three girls rummage through your provided wardrobe to find your matching plaid skirt, button-down blouse and tie. As you head into the steamy shower room, sounds of mischievous giggling follow your every step..."

"What surprises will your first full day at this secretive new school bring? You lather yourself up under the hot stream, wondering..."

"The trio glance at each other conspiratorially, struggling to control their giggles."

"Well, we may have taken a few...liberties with the tailoring," "admits Rose coquettishly."

"Just a few strategic alterations to the fit," "chimes in Amelia, biting her plush lower lip."

"Jasmine sweeps her arm out theatrically toward your bed with a flourish." "Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

"Upon inspecting the outfit more closely, it's clear the hem of the skirt has been neatly rolled a few extra times, ensuring it ends several inches above regulation. The blouse clings more tightly too, accentuating your burgeoning bustline."

"We just wanted to make sure you...stood out," "smirks Amelia roguishly."

"What will the consequences be of ignoring dress code on your first full day? You slip into the snug garments, anticipation stirring within."

"Well it certainly couldn't hurt to give them all something to think about..." "Rose responds cheekily, eyeing your form with unabashed hunger."

"Besides, we know you like showing off for the ladies too," "adds Jasmine with a wink."

"And let's be real, we want to see that impressive cock of yours all we can," "finishes Amelia with a playful smack to your ass that causes the hem to hike up even higher."

"You can clearly see the outlines of your stiff nipples through the taut shirt, and every slight movement makes your heavy breasts jiggle enticingly."

"Do be a dear and save some flashing just for us though, won't you?" "bats her lashes Rose coyly."

"Mmm, we aim to please," "purrs Jasmine delightedly."

"And you don't want to miss introducing yourself to the whole school," "chimes in Amelia mischievously."

"Knock 'em dead out there, darling," "encourages Rose, gifting you a peck on the cheek."

"With that, you give the trio a playful twirl to show off your handiwork one last time before heading out. The hallway buzzes with activity as you strut confidently toward the assembly hall, feeling many eyes drawn to your new look already..."

"Stepping inside, you scan the auditorium filled with curious girls of all kinds, the clicking of heels and hushed whispers filling the room. All eagerly awaiting your entrance onto the main stage..."

"Scanning the packed auditorium, you notice many pairs of hungry eyes shamelessly roving over your altered uniform. Whispers and giggles erupt amongst clusters of girls taking in the sight."

"Spotting an open spot near the front, you coyly stride down the center aisle amidst the buzz. As you pass, one particularly bold redhead has the audacity to reach out and give your ample backside an appreciative squeeze."

"My, my, the new meat looks delicious," "she purrs loudly enough for her friends to titter."

"Your face burns as you feel your stiffening nipples rub against the confines of your blouse with each step. Pressing your thighs together does little to contain your swelling warmth either."

"Finding your seat at last, you attempt to adjust casually under the shameless ogling, when the lights dim and assembly begins in earnest. Will introductions go smoothly, or end up adding fuel to the fire?"

"As the headmistress takes the podium and addresses the student body, you do your best to soak in every word despite the palpable distraction."

"Welcome students, new and returning, to another year here at Our Lady's Preparatory. I trust you all had an enjoyable summer holiday..."

"Her voice drones on while your peers continue to size you up brazenly, unphased by the stern authority figure before them. It seems self control isn't high on anyone's list of priorities in this setting."

"Just then, you feel the light brush of fingertips tracing idle patterns along your inner thigh. Whipping your head to the side, you find the mischievous redhead from before seated so close her breath tickles your earlobe sensually."

"Relax, lover, I'll help you out..." "she whispers silkily, fingertips inching higher by the moment."

"With such illicit conduct happening right under the headmistress, how will you maintain your composure through the rest of assembly??"

"The redhead grins wolfishly, clearly enjoying your flustered state as she traces ever nearer the prize between your thighs."

"Ooh, feisty one aren't ya? I love a challenge," "she purrs before nipping your earlobe playfully."

"As her hand boldly slips under your skirt at last, her eyes widen momentarily in wicked delight at first contact with your engorged member."

"My, my...what have we here?" "she breathes, licking her lips hungrily."

"Her talented fingers tease along your sensitive length, eliciting the faintest gasp from your parted lips."

"Now be a good girl and stay quiet for miss headmistress, alright?" "she husks salaciously, beginning to slowly pump your strapping sheath underneath the audience's oblivious noses."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, darling," "the brazen redhead whispers back with a wink."

"Your secret's safe with me. Besides..." "she purrs, rubbing her thumb languidly over your slick tip," "I think it's fucking hot."

"Her fist works you earnestly now, coaxing you ever closer to the edge while you writhe helplessly in your seat."

"Come on then, let me feel you cum for me like a good girl...I wanna taste that fat cock so badly," "she growls huskily in your ear."

"Just a bit more and you'll spiral over the precipice, spilling your thick load right under the nose of the unsuspecting headmistress. Can you hold on, or will ecstasy claim you before the assembly ends?"

"Shh, I've got you, darling," "soothes the redhead, quickening her strokes to a punishing pace."

"Reaching into her bag, she produces a small vial and uncorks it deftly with her teeth." "Open up for me like a good girl..."

"The pungent scent hits your nostrils just as you feel yourself ready to burst. With perfect timing, she positions the vial under your flushed head, pumping vigorously."

"That's it, naughty girl...fill it up for me," "she growls low in your ear."

"With one last expert twist of her talented wrist, your secret is spilled, every pulsing thread of essence sucked into the container on command."

"There now, was that so bad?" "she hums triumphantly, replacing the cork and stowing your offering away once more."

"With your sensitive member still tingling, you wonder what other secrets this bold redhead may yet possess..."

"Well that all depends on you, sweetness," "the brazen redhead purrs with a wink."

"If you're a good girl and do as I say, who knows what fun ways we might find to use it?" "she breathes hotly in your ear."

"But cross me...and I may just share your little secret with all your new classmates," "comes the husky threat."

"Her fingers trail your sensitive length lazily, as if to emphasize her point."

"So what do you say - shall we have some fun together? Or do you prefer everyone knows about your special endowment?" "she grins wickedly."

"Somehow you suspect following this minx will lead to anything but boredom. But how will you adjust to her...unique brand of leadership?"

"Good girl," "praises the redhead smoothly, giving your still-damp hardness an appreciative squeeze."

"I knew you'd see it my way. You're going to be such a fun new pet..."

"Her eyes glitter with mischief as she contemplates her new trove of wicked plans."

"For now though, we have an assembly to get through. Be a dear and tuck yourself back in - can't have you flashing the whole hall just yet!"

"She assists you tidying away your sensitive flesh with practiced flair."

"Meet me after in the east courtyard. I'll show you to your new collar then," "comes her silky parting order."

"With that, she turns her attention raptly back to the headmistress, the picture of poise. You wonder with mingled terror and intrigue what's to come..."

"Good girl," "purrs the enigmatic redhead with satisfaction."

"You won't regret choosing to please Mistress," "she adds lowly, reaching over to pat your thigh in a deliberately sensual manner."

"Her name, dominance so casually asserted, sends a fresh shiver down your spine even as warmth pools between your legs once more."

"Steeling yourself, you try your best to focus on the assembly droning before you despite your racing thoughts. What wicked lessons await in the courtyard after dismissal?"

"Part of you fears, yet also thrills to find out - this fiery coed seems unlike any you've encountered before. For better or worse, you're now bound to submit...and something tells you she has no plans to go easy on her newest toy."

"The minutes drag by endlessly until at last, you're dismissed to your awaited fate in the east courtyard - into the waiting clutches of your new Mistress."

"As you step into the empty courtyard, a flash of movement catches your eye. Whirling around, you spot a dark figure emerging soundlessly from the shadows."

"Eager, are we pet?" "comes the sultry rasp of your new Mistress as she circles you predatorily, eyes drinking in your flustered state."

"I do appreciate a prompt slave...it'll serve you well to arrive so for our sessions from now on."

"Her hand trails the curve of your hip, up to toy with the neckline of your uniform."

"But for now, it's time you received your brand as my property," "she purrs, producing a thin black collar threaded with a small silver tag."

"Kneel." "The single dominant word sends an delicious shiver through your core as you obey instantly, tilting your chin up for her pleasure."

"With practiced hands, she fastens it snugly around your neck, a tangible claiming you can't help but feel a sick thrill from."

"Rise, my pet. Let's get you acquainted with the rules of my domain..."

"Mistress," "she supplies coolly, grasping your chin when you falter."

"You will address me as Mistress at all times while bearing my mark, is that clear pet?" "Her stormy gaze conveys an unspoken threat should you ever forget your place."

"Twisting deftly, she spins you to face away, hand never leaving your face as the other arm wraps sensuously around your middle, drawing your back flush against her curves."

"As my toy, you exist only to serve and please me. Your body is mine to use as I see fit," "she breathes darkly in your ear."

"Her fingertips trail a delicious path lower to stroke your already swelling cock meaningfully through the fabric."

"Safewords will be 'red' and 'yellow'. Don't be afraid to use them - I enjoy breaking pets, but not without consent. Understood?"

"Her talented ministrations work to undermine any vestiges of hesitation...ready or not, you're hers now."

"Good girl," "purrs Mistress approvingly, nipping the shell of your ear in reward."

"Such a promising new toy. I think you'll learn your place quickly."

"Without warning, she spins you once more to face her, leaning in till her soft lips hover a hairsbreadth from your own."

"Now kiss me like the obedient fuckpet you are. Show Mistress what that wicked cock can really do..."

"Despite your swimming head, you know only to obey. Drawing from some primal core, you meet her lips hungrily, all finesse forgotten in a fevered clash of tongue and teeth."

"Her delighted hum serves only to spur you on, bending ever so slightly to grind your aching bulge against her body eagerly through the barrier of clothes."

"Just how far is too far out here in the open? And what further corruptions lay in store behind closed doors with your mistress? All you can do is surrender to finding out..."

"Mistress' tongue entwines with your own with a heated fervor, seemingly as eager as you to explore and dominate every inch of your mouth."

"Her hands wander over your body, splaying over your chest and venturing lower to caress your concealed heft hungrily."

"You're already insatiable, pet," "she growls hotly as she breaks the kiss, tracing her lips down your jawline to your neck."

"I can already smell the lust pouring off you, craving more from your Mistress...more of everything..."

"Pinning you against the cool stone wall with inhuman strength, she grinds herself messily against the crotch of your skirt, the weight and heat of her pressing teasingly over the bulge of your trapped arousal."

"Want my sweet little slut obediently serving me while I fill that fat cock of yours until you scream, begging for mercy?" "she murmurs huskily, voice thick with desire."

"Her mouth closes over your tender flesh just below your ear, sucking black and blue crescents into the skin while leaving you powerless to resist her will."

"Let them see, precious. You're mine now, marked for all to see," "purred Mistress hotly, arms entrapping you in her grip."

"Or would you rather they saw what kind of disobedient pet I've gotten saddled with?"

"Mistress' lips descended down your collar, lavishing attention on the vulnerable skin at your neckline."

"You'll learn your place beneath me soon enough. And I think those marks serve only as a testament to the fire between us..."

"As suddenly as she had arrived, she stepped back from you, wiping excess moisture from her lips with a gleaming fingertip."

"Now come along pet," "she gestured indolently," "We both have much more to explore and discover."

"With that, she turned on sensuous heel and sashayed away, a taunting sway in each step."

"Despite your mixed emotions, you find yourself compelled to follow."

"Mistress leads you through winding, back corridors of the school without uttering a word. You busy yourself in admiring her form as she walks ahead of you and pondering what dark delights lay beyond every corner."

"Eventually, the two of you arrive in a small, hidden alcove nestled between two turns on the winding path. The shadows here seem purposefully maintained by their creators, and it's impossible to see any landmarks outside of your immediate area."

"Here," "she murmurs huskily, leading you towards a forbidding looking door with a hum of anticipation."

"You're going to love this."

"Without warning, she reaches up and entangles a fist in your hair, pulling hard enough to make you gasp aloud."

"This is what you're here to learn, pet," "she hisses, tone taking on a decidedly dangerous edge."

"Find out just how far I can push you, break you under my will. So let's get started."

"With that, she shoves you towards the door with bruising force, all but throwing you inside. This was definitely going to be an unforgettable adventure."

"The darkness envelopes you for a moment until the door slams closed behind you, a faint click the only indication that you're alone."

"A dim light illuminates the space as a single spotlight flickers to life overhead, casting an eerie glow over every surface. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, the space before you reveals itself as a BDSM dungeon, complete with an array of chains, ropes, cages, paddles, whips, and other equipment of varying degrees of menace and intent. The air is thick with the musk of sweat and arousal, permeating everything in heady pungence."

"As the door shuts resoundingly behind you, you hear Mistress' sultry voice echo from outside."

"Welcome to my private play space, pet..."

"With that, there's a soft scrape as a latch is slid into place from the outside, imprisoning you within."

""You're all mine,"" comes the final definitive whisper of your mistress - your fate is now hers to shape as she pleases.

At your question, your Mistress chuckles huskily from outside the door. "This is where I show my pets who's in charge," she answers enigmatically.

"You're going to find this place very educational, and you're going to learn to beg for my touch, my pleasure, my punishment."

Her voice sends shivers down your spine, but you're also unable to suppress the arousal that bubbles up from within.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Your Mistress's voice tapers off, leaving you alone in the dungeon, ready to begin whatever lessons she has planned for you.

"Don't worry about that, pet. They know I run a tight ship here and wouldn't dare to interfere," says your Mistress dismissively from outside.

"As long as we abide by the school's strict policy of confidentiality, they have no reason to be concerned. And trust me when I tell you, those in charge prefer a well-run dungeon rather than childish infighting of some other students."

A few moments of silence follows her answer before she adds, "Are you ready to surrender yourself to me now, pet? Do you want to feel my harsh touch?"

You can feel a nervous excitement pooling low in your stomach, spreading through your entire being. You're about to test the limits of your boundaries and explore unknown thrills under her expert guidance.

"Mmm, that's what I like to hear," purrs your Mistress, her sultry voice tinged with excitement. "Now come over here and let me show you what real power looks like."

With a bated breath, you take a hesitant step forward, drawn inexorably towards her voice and the promise of thrill and submission. The dim light casts shadows across the walls and equipment, giving the room an ominous air.

As you step further into the room, the sound of scraping metal fills your ears, and you turn to see your Mistress sharpening the edge of a wicked looking blade before your eyes.

"Open up," she orders firmly, gesturing with the knife at her mouth, awaiting your compliance.

Your Mistress grins wickedly with excitement as you open your mouth obediently. She leans in, her eyes holding your own as she runs the knife slowly over her tongue, savouring the cold steel against the sensitive muscle.

With a flick of her wrist, she slices a small cut into her own flesh, blood beading up and trickling down her chin. She keeps her eyes fixated on you as she steps forward, bringing her face extremely close to yours.

"Want a taste?" she whispers huskily, breath hot against your skin. Your eyes are inevitably drawn to the crimson droplet hanging from her lower lip like a jewel, inviting yet somehow dangerous.

"Say it. Beg for it," she orders sternly, the knife still held lightly in her other hand.

"Mmm, I like it when my pets beg for what they want," your Mistress purrs with satisfaction at your response.

She leans in very close to you so that her lips are almost touching your own before running her tongue teasingly over her mouth, tasting the metallic tang of her own blood and conveying it scent to your nose.

"Go ahead," she whispers, her knife-hand still poised, adding some suspense to the moment. "Take what you want."

All the while, you are drawn irresistibly to the bloodied lip hanging before you.

"That feeling is the rush of submission, pet," answers your Mistress in a sultry voice. "It's your body's chemical response to being dominated and controlled. It's the feeling of total surrender to my will, and it's incredibly addictive."

She runs a hand through your hair, tugging slightly so that you tilt your head back, exposing your vulnerable neck.

"Now come here, my little submissive. You've yet to experience what true pleasure feels like, but you will soon, if you follow my lead."

With that, she leans down and trails her tongue languidly over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"Does my pet like that?" she murmurs, her breath hot against your skin.

"I'm glad to hear that, pet," your Mistress purrs approvingly as she traces teasing patterns over the collar still restraining you.

Her fingers dance along the leather restraint, playing with the buckles and clasps until you feel a sudden give in the material as it slowly comes free.

"Now let me see how well my little futa can behave when she gets what she desires," she murmurs sultrily as her hand reaches out to stroke the bulge that has been growing steadily within your skirt.

Her touch is electrifying, a mixture of pleasure and pain as she applies just the right amount of pressure throughout every inch of your form. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, desperate for release, but unable to move forward without permission from your Mistress.

"Are you ready to serve me, pet?" she asks, drawing ever closer to your ear. "Do you crave my touch, my attentions, and my punishments above all else?"

"Mmm, good pet," your Mistress purrs approvingly at your response, her hand continuing to stroke you even as she speaks. "I think you're ready for more. Are you ready to take what I have to offer?"

As her words resonate through you, you feel something hard and blunt being pushed into your still-clothed crotch, pressing firmly against your aching cock under the fabric.

"Now let's get rid of these clothes so we can move onto more intimate activities," she adds with a seductive smile before stepping backward and lightly tugging at a lacy piece of your clothing.

You shiver with excitement and nervousness combined as you realize that what she is suggesting is far beyond anything you've ever experienced before.

"Should I show you the safe words again before we continue?" she prompts, sensing your hesitation.

"Perfect, pet," your Mistress purrs with a smile. "I'm glad you remember them."

She steps forward again, her eyes locked onto yours, and with a single swift motion, she pulls your clothes away to reveal your naked form to the room's dim light.

You can see her gaze roving over every inch of your body, taking in every curve and line with appreciation.

"It seems that you're in need of some discipline, my pet," she says slyly, still not revealing whatever she has pressed up against your hardness.

"Be a good little futa and get down on your knees for me."

Her words buzz through your mind, filling you with both trepidation and excitement. Your knees buckle slightly as you slowly sink to the ground, watching her intently as you kneel before her in complete submission.

"That's a good girl," your Mistress purrs appreciatively as you kneel before her, almost dwarfed by her statuesque form.

She steps back slightly, giving you a full view of what she has been pressing against your cock. It's a sleek, black strap-on dildo, thick and menacing, the shaft coated in an almost iridescent black lube and the veins sticking out prominently.

"I'm going to give you an option, pet," she says slowly, eyeing you closely. "You can either take this in your mouth like a good little futa and show me what you can do, or I'll take it from behind with this toy, and your punishment will be far harsher."

"Which would you prefer?" she adds with a wicked smile.

"Very well, pet," your Mistress says, a seductive glint in her eye. "Let's see what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours."

She steps forward and guides the tip of the strap-on towards your lips, tracing the head provocatively against them before pushing it in slowly.

You take as much as you can into your mouth, doing your best to move your tongue around the shaft without using your teeth. You choke and gag slightly as she starts thrusting it in and out of your mouth, but you try your best to take it all.

"That's it, my little futa," she murmurs encouragingly from above you. "Take it all, show me what a good slut you can be."

You feel a rush of warmth spread throughout your body as you realize that you're enjoying this, even with the slightly painful ache in your jaw. You lose yourself in the motion, following every jerk and thrust of her hips, desperate to please her.

"That's it, pet," your Mistress purrs with satisfaction as she grasps your hair tightly and starts driving into your mouth, taking you hard and fast. "Show me what a good little cock-sucking futa you can be."

Despite feeling dizzy and aching from the exertion, you continue to take her strap-on deep into your mouth, feeling the head hitting the back of your throat over and over.

The smell of sweat and leather fills your nostrils, along with other scents that you cannot identify, but that just drags you deeper into the experience.

"Not bad, pet," your Mistress says with approval after a few more moments of thrusting. "You're quite good at that. Now, let's move onto something else, shall we?" she adds almost innocently, even as she pulls the slick toy from your mouth.

You are left gasping for air for a few moments before your head is suddenly yanked back up and she kisses you savagely on the mouth, pressing her body against yours.

"You're welcome, pet," your Mistress purrs with a wink before grasping your hand and helping you to stand up again.

"Now, I think it's time for something a little more...intense," she adds with a knowing grin.

She leads you over to a nearby table, where several implements are laid out in a neat row: a set of nipple clamps, a leather flogger, a paddle, and a wooden ruler.

"Choose your weapon of punishment, pet," she says, gesturing at the table. "And don't forget your safe word."

"Very well, pet," your Mistress says with a predatory smile. "I think you'll find that these clamps will be both stimulating and painful."

She picks up the clamps and walks over to you, getting up close to your face so that she is looking directly into your eyes.

"Do you know how this works, pet?" she asks, almost teasingly. "Or should I show you?"

"Very well, pet. Let me guide you," your Mistress says, her voice focused and full of authority.

She moves closer to you again, holding out the clamps so you can take a closer look. They are smooth, metallic, and curved, with rubber tips, and you somehow know that they won't be gentle on your sensitive nipples.

"First, the rubber tips should be warmed up a little," she instructs, breathing softly into your ear. "Lick them, pet. Coat them with your saliva."

Feeling both aroused and embarrassed, you tentatively follow her orders, feeling a flush of heat creep across your cheeks as you lick the tips of the clamps.

"Now, hold out your nipples."

You do as you're told, almost trembling in your excitement as you thrust out your chest and your Mistress takes one nipple between her talented fingers. She rubs and tugs at it for a few moments, causing it to harden in response to her touch, before attaching the clamp firmly over it.

You hiss as the rubber tips bite into your skin, the pain spiking suddenly but quickly being replaced by a more intense sensation as blood flow is constricted. You can feel your nipple throbbing inside the clamp, the pleasure building from each small movement of your body.

"Good girl," your Mistress murmurs approvingly as she attaches the second clamp in turn, bringing you to a different level of submission. "Now, let's see if you can achieve the obedience I require of you."

"Excellent, pet," your Mistress grins down at you, taking in your submissive posture with satisfaction.

"Now, I'm going to command you to do something. You may feel like screaming out after the initial pain, but I don't want to hear a sound from you. Do you understand?"

"Good girl," your Mistress praises you gleefully, a bright light in her eyes. "Now, I'm going to remove the clamps. But before that, let me give them a little twist."

She grips the clamps softly but firmly with both of her hands and begins to turn them, pulling and twisting, increasing the pain thrillingly. A line of drool slowly falls from the corner of your mouth as you squirm under the intense pain, but you remember your promise and refuse to make a sound.

"Very good, pet," your Mistress praises you with an approving look before she suddenly pulls the clamps off your nipples.

Pain explodes across your chest, sending fiery spikes of agony through your body, but somehow you manage to keep your promise, your mouth clamped tightly shut as you ride out the painful wave.

"That's it, pet," she praises you with a smile, watching you carefully. "You're even better than I hoped you'd be."

"I can see that, pet," your Mistress says with an indulgent smile, stepping closer to you again.

She reaches out and traces a finger down your cheek, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You're doing very well," she adds in a soft purr. "And I think it's time for a bit of extra reward."

She leans forward and kisses you deeply on the lips, tasting of salt and leather and sweat as she does so.

It's almost too intense to bear, and you find yourself melting into her embrace, your body wracked by pleasure. The sensation is overwhelming but addictive, and you quickly lose yourself in it.

Finally, after what seems like hours, she pulls away reluctantly, her lips still tantalizingly close to yours.

"That's enough for now, pet," she says, stroking your hair gently. "But don't worry - there's plenty more where that came from."

"I know you do, pet," your Mistress says, her voice husky with desire. "And believe me, there's plenty more where that came from."

She presses another quick kiss to your lips before stepping back, the intensity of her presence receding slightly as she does so.

"Now, I think it's time for you to get dressed again," she says almost casually, as if nothing has happened, even as she hands you a small object. "And here's something for you to remember this experience by."

You take the object, turning it over in your hands. It's a small, heart-shaped medallion, with the words "My Pet" inscribed on the front in elegant script.

"You belong to me now, pet," your Mistress murmurs, her eyes fixed on you with possessive fervor. "And I expect complete obedience from you at all times."

"You're welcome, pet," your Mistress says with a satisfied smile as she watches you dress again. "I'm glad you like it."

Once you're fully dressed again, she nods in approval.

"Very well, pet," she says, her voice once again full of authority. "You may leave now. But remember - you belong to me, and I expect you to obey me at all times."

With that, she turns away from you and begins to gather up the implements from the table, apparently lost in thought about your growing submission to her will.

"Hey Divergent," Rose replies with a smile as you enter the dorm room. She's laying back on her bed reading a magazine while Amelia and Jasmine sit at the small table doing homework.

"Oh wow, where did you get that necklace? It's beautiful!" Jasmine exclaims, the first to notice the medallion around your neck.

Amelia glances over, cocking an eyebrow, while Rose smirks knowingly.

"Looks like somebody had an eventful evening," Rose says suggestively. "Do tell - who's the lucky girl?"

All three of them are staring at you eagerly, clearly wondering what you've been up to. Despite their teasing, you know they're eager friends who just want the gossip. But how much can you share without revealing your closely guarded secret?

"Aww come on, don't leave us hanging!" Rose insists, blowing a strand of pink hair out of her eyes as she leans forward eagerly.

Amelia shoots her a look but stays silent, letting Jasmine be the one to needle you gently.

"At least tell us her name," the energetic brunette prods. "We won't tease, I promise!"

Rose chuckles playfully. "Okay, maybe a little teasing. But we just wanna know our friend is happy!"

From her expression, Amelia seems content to let the subject drop if you wish. But the other two continue gazing at you expectantly, clearly hoping for just a scrap of gossip to analyze.

It's easy to see they mean well in their own way - but will sharing anything risk exposing more than you'd like about your new experiences?

Amelia raises an eyebrow but remains quiet, letting the conversation unfold.

"Ooo mysterious!" Rose grins, green eyes sparkling. "A secret admirer then?"

Jasmine gives an affectionate roll of her eyes. "Leave her alone Rose, I'm sure she'll tell us when she's ready." She flashes you a warm smile.

Rose sighs dramatically. "Fiiiine. But I expect all the deets later!" She winks and returns to her magazine.

Beside you, Amelia speaks up softly. "You know you can trust us. No pressure - but we're here if you want to talk." Her gaze is gentle, without a hint of judgment.

From across the room, Jasmine and Rose chat animatedly about the latest campus gossip. The room feels cozy and safe despite their curiosity. It seems your secret is still your own - for now. But you have a feeling it won't stay that way for long...

Jasmine laughs lightly. "Got that right! No such thing as secrets in this place for long."

Rose nods avidly. "We'll have it figured out before you know it." She winks mischievously. "But like Amelia said, no pressure. Your business is your own for now."

Amelia just gives an enigmatic little smile, retaining her calm, quiet demeanor. But you detect a hint of warmth and amusement in her eyes.

It's clear your dormmates will keep prodding and guessing playfully until they uncover the truth. But for now they've accepted not pushing you any further. Their casual, comforting presence helps you finally relax after your intense earlier experiences.

Before long your eyelids start to droop as the easy chatter washes over you. Feeling safe and cared for amongst your friends, you drift off to sleep with a faint smile, keeping the memory of your mistress' mark close.

As you open the mysterious new message, your heart skips a beat in anticipation and anxiety. What could your mistress want from you so early?

The message is short and to the point:

"Pet. Meet me in the east courtyard before lessons. Come alone and be ready for your morning tasks. Do not test my patience."

You gulp quietly, instinctively reaching up to brush your fingers over the medallion at your throat. Its possessive inscription seals your fate - you have no choice but to obey.

Quietly extracting yourself from Amelia's peaceful slumber, you dress quickly in your uniform. A glance outside shows the sky just faintly lightening as dawn's rosy fingers appear.

Steeling your nerves, you slip from the dorm as silently as a shadow. The empty corridors echo your lonely footsteps as you make your way to keep your rendezvous. What mysterious new pleasures or pains await your dutiful service this dawn? You can only wonder - and obey.

You find your mistress waiting as commanded, her imposing form silhouetted against the pearly lavender sky.

As you approach and stop before her, head deferentially bowed, she circles you slowly, eyes raking over your form. Judging. Evaluating.

Her boots crunch softly on the dewy grass as she completes her inspection. You remain frozen, not daring to move until explicitly permitted.

Finally she stops in front of you once more. "Good, you came alone and promptly," she observes, tracing a gloved finger idly along your jawline. "obedience becomes you, pet."

Her crimson lips curl in a mysterious smile. "Now. On your knees."

You sink down fluidly, keeping your gaze lowered. Her next words send a chill through your soul.

"You will please me as the sun rises. And if you are sufficiently skilled..." Her smile turns predatory. "There may be a reward in it for you."

Her hand strokes your hair possessively. Dawn has brought a new day - and a new test of your devotion to your mistress.

Your mistress chuckles softly, clearly amused by your eager devotion.

"So eager to serve, my pet," she purrs, tracing her nails idly along your scalp. "It pleases me to see your desire to obey."

She steps back, gracefully lowering herself onto a stone bench. Her long legs part invitingly as she gazes down at you with a glint in her eye.

"Very well then. Removed my lower clothing and pleasure me with your mouth until I say otherwise." Her voice carries the weight of an absolute command.

Hands trembling slightly in anticipation, you reach up to do as instructed. Slowly, reverently, you peel away the barrier between yourself and your mistress' perfect flesh.

A hint of her intoxicating scent reaches you, and you feel yourself growing hard in response. But this moment is not about you - only her pleasure matters.

Steeling your nerves, you lean in to begin worshipping her velvet flesh with lips, tongue and breath. A soft sigh of approval escapes her, spurring you to redouble your efforts to serve.

The rising sun bears witness as you lose yourself in devotedly pleasing your mistress beneath its glow.

Your mistress gazes down at you with thinly veiled passion, her usual icy composure beginning to melt under your devoted ministrations.

"Acceptable?" she murmurs, tracing idle patterns across her breasts. "You presume much, pet, to question my pleasure."

Nonetheless her thighs part just a bit further, a tacit encouragement for you to continue. Her scent grows stronger, confirming the effects of your work.

"But..." her lips curl slowly, assessing your desperate eagerness to please. "Your technique is...adequate. For a novice."

She cards her fingers through your hair almost affectionately. "Now show me you can use that clever tongue for more than talk. Make me come, pet, and I may reward you beyond your dreams."

Her challenging words send a thrill through you. Intently you return your full focus between her thighs, lapping and sucking with fervor. Your mistress deserves only exquisite pleasure - and you will not stop until you draw it from her trembling body.

Your eager fervor clearly affects your mistress deeply. Her breaths grow ragged, thighs trembling violently where you grasp them.

When you focus ruthless intensity on her pearl with lips and tongue, a broken cry escapes her. Her hips buck sharply, grinding her molten core against your devoted mouth.

"Y-yes, there pet! Do not stop!" She gasps, fingers tangling roughly in your hair to hold you in place. For once her composure has dissolved completely into primal need.

Her orgasm hits like a thunderclap, waves of bliss crashing through her quivering flesh with devastating force. She cries out shamelessly, uncaring who may hear her release.

Slowly she relaxes limply onto the bench, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Emerald eyes regard you with a newfound vulnerability — and respect.

"Well done, my pet. It seems I misjudged your talents..." Her voice comes out in a breathless rasp. "Now claim your reward."

Though still recovering herself, your mistress manages a sly smile. Her fingers trace gently along your jaw, turning your face up to meet her gaze.

"All in good time, my eager little pet," she murmurs. "First, a question. What is it you truly crave as a reward for your... talents?"

Her thumb traces your lips, an unspoken promise if you dare speak your deepest desires. Your heart hammers in your chest - will she indulge your secret fantasies, if you have the courage to voice them?

She seems to already know the effect she has on you. But she wishes to hear the dirty words pass your lips, a confession of exactly what pleasures your forbidden flesh. The ball is in your court, pet... what will you ask of your magnanimous mistress? Speak truth and reap untold delights, or remain silent and forgo your chance. The choice is yours.

Your mistress' lips curl in a triumphant smile upon hearing your desperate pleas. Clearly she enjoys breaking down even your most base inhibitions.

"Such filthy words from my little pet," she purrs, trailing a nail along your straining cock. "And do you truly think you deserve such a privilege?"

Her cruel taunt hangs heavy in the air. You nod helplessly, beyond coherent words in your need.

"Hmm. Perhaps." Rising gracefully, she turns and bends over the stone bench, presenting her still-dripping cunt to you in implicit permission.

"Take me, then - but do not dare enjoy it for yourself. This is for my pleasure alone. Fail to reduce me to a mewling mess again and there will be...consequences."

Heart pounding, you line yourself up and slowly sink inside her velvet heat. Her walls clutch you tightly, as if made just for your invading flesh.

You begin to move, each drag against her insides drawing a sigh or moan. Helplessly you lose yourself in chasing your Mistress' release once more, as the rising sun bears witness to your risky indulgence.