I recommend reading earlier chapters. This story takes place at Dremeder University, a place where certain majors can dominate others.

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It was more chaotic than I wondered it would be. Two weeks into the semester was the club fair, a chance for students to see what clubs they wanted to join and for club leaders to recruit members. A plot of grass near the edge of the university was now lined with dozens of booths and crowded with students roaming the grounds.

“I can’t wait. I’m so hungry,” Rue said, skipping gleefully beside me and Andrea. Apparently, she resolved to skip the last two meals so that she would be extra hungry for the fair. “I’m not going to join any clubs, but last semester there was a ton of free food.”

Andrea speed walked to keep up with Rue. “I’m always down for free food,” she said. “But aren’t you going to be helping Stacy with her booth? How will you have time to sample all the clubs?”

Stacy arrived at the club fair early to set up her own booth and Rue was supposed to be there to set things up. “Ah, well. I don’t have to go to her booth right away,” she said.

As we stepped onto the field, I shuddered as a few people sent me odd looks. This was typical, since I was naked as at all times, as sociology majors had to be. Still, the looks I received carried a certain darkness. Other slaves were naked, but they were absent of the same attention.

Rue halted.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She put a finger on my lips, shushing me, and started sniffing. “This way!” She dashed to the right weaving through mobs of people. Andrea nearly crashed into a few students while chasing her. Then a delicious smell hit my nostrils. Someone was grilling chicken.

We slowed in front of a mid-sized booth. A boy turned chicken. The scent filled the air as the grill’s fire licked the meat. I recognized this boy.

“You’re a waiter at Tusl’s Tongue,” I remarked.

“Nice job, detective,” he replied flatly. Next to him was a foldable table with a sign on it that read ‘Tusl’s Tongue Booth.’ Okay, maybe I should have been able to infer that he worked at Tusl’s, but he had no reason to be so snarky and embarrass me.

Another collared boy set a tray of chicken on the table. “You’ll have to forgive my master,” he said. “He’s stressed because he does not normally cook, but the chef bailed on us, leaving him no choice.” The waiter shot a disapproving look, which the slave ignored. “Go ahead and try some.” Each piece of chicken had a special sauce on it and a toothpick so we could easily take samples. For free.

Rue already had three pieces stuffed in her mouth. “Delicious!” she said.

“You, uh, were only supposed to have one. But that’s okay, I guess. If you like this food, you can get more at Tusl’s Tongue!” the boy said. “So, you know, go eat there at some point.”

Wow. Such persuasive marketing. It was not like Tusl’s Tongue needed much marketing, anyway. Pretty much every student despised the dining halls, so the restaurant was a life saver for many.

Male slaves were rare at Dremeder. Andrea told me that most men went into more dominant STEM fields, like economics. In fact, economics was around seventy percent male while Math was around sixty percent. This was true even though the university was seventy percent female. Hence, submissive men really stood out.

“Knock it off!” The waiter appeared behind the foldable table and slapped Rue’s hand away from some chicken. She had already gotten her hands on a few more pieces, however, and backpedaled to safety. Andrea and I refrained from taking chicken ourselves, feeling that Rue had taken enough from these poor men.

“So, where do you want to go next?” Andrea asked Rue.

Rue started sniffing again. “Let’s see. I’m picking up a scent… That way!” She pointed as she ran. Is she a werewolf or something? Andrea and I struggled to chase after her.

The next booth was managed by the photography club. This was a gigantic booth with a whole camera and lighting system. And, of course, they had some free cookies that Rue was diving into. Cookies do not exactly have a strong scent, but apparently Rue’s sense of smell defied logic.

“This is impressive,” Andrea said, admiring the camera set up. A few girls welcomed us and asked if we would like any photos taken. For free. “I’m liking the pattern I’m seeing here. Let’s do it, Leah.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. Andrea pulled me in front of the backdrop, which was just a white sheet.

The girls adjusted us, telling Andrea to put a hand on her hip and make a claw shape while her other hand rested possessively on my shoulder. The girl behind the camera looked at me. “Slave, why are your feet like that?”

“Huh? Like what?” I looked down at my feet, confused. Click!

“Perfect,” the camera girl said.

“W-what?” I had a shocked expression. Click!

“Beautiful.” They were tricking me, I realized, into submissive poses. “So, would you two like to try some more daring photos?”

I was already naked and submissive next to Andrea’s intense and clothed figure, how much more daring could it get? “We’d love to,” Andrea said. She jabbed a hand into my slit to arouse me (which was redundant as I was already extremely turned on).

“Great!” the camera girl puffed. “Both of you should turn to the side, facing each other. Slave, get on your knees, hands behind your – yeah, like that, you’re a natural. Now, look into each other’s eyes. Hmm… No, let me try something.”

Camera Girl walked up and whispered something into Andrea’s ear. Andrea bit her lip and nodded. The Camera Girl handed a whip to another member of the club, who then walked behind me while remaining out of the frame. “Okay, slave, hold that position. We’re going to whip you now.”

What?! I trembled and gave Andrea a pleading look. She clasped my face in her hands. And smiled. My lips quivered as I anticipated the pain. It never came. Click!

How did I keep getting fooled? I had to admit, however, that these girls were smart. The picture would make it seem like I was afraid of some imminent punishment. Devoid of context, Andrea’s loving smile would seem like a tyrannical sneer.

“Hand us your school email and we’ll send these photos to you. If you want us to get them professionally printed, you’ll have to pay a small fee.”

Andrea raised a brow. “Just the email is fine,” she said.

“I… see,” Camera Girl said. “By the way, I have to say that your slave is remarkable.”

“Yes, she is.”

“You must discipline her very well.” I was still kneeling on the ground while Andrea and Camera Girl spoke as if I was not there.

“Actually, she has not needed much discipline so far.”

I tried to stand up, but Camera Girl kept me on my knees. Andrea did not stop her. “Come now, all slaves need discipline. Otherwise, they’ll become too spoiled. Look at my slave, for instance.” She gestured towards the other girl, the one who held the whip. “She needs a spanking every morning so she does not forget her place.”

Other Girl shifted uncomfortably.

“At any rate,” Camera Girl continued. “I think your slave seems desperate to lick someone out. Look at those flushed cheeks.” This opinion made me blush even more.

“She is desperate,” Andrea agreed. “Would you like me to loan her to you?”

“I would love that,” Camera Girl said. She moved in front of me, placing her vagina in front of my face. “Get to work, girl.”

As I bent forward to taste her Andrea pulled my head back. Camera Girl looked at her in confusion. “I’ll need something in return,” Andrea explained. “For my slave’s services, I’ll need those pictures printed.”

Camera Girl pondered for a few seconds. “I can’t do that. Oh, but her face is so adorable. Hmm…” She glanced at Other Girl then back to Andrea. “Okay I can print the photos for you, but she has to serve me and my slave.”

“Deal,” Andrea said. I was feeling like a whore. Andrea read my mind and whispered in my ear, “This shouldn’t make you feel cheap, but expensive.”

Camera Girl cleared her throat above me and I got busy. I licked fast, trying to make her cum quickly so I could visit other booths. I had a lot of practice eating pussy, and Camera Girl seemed particularly weak against my tongue. In just a few minutes she came hard in my face, which was gonna be smeared.

Then it was Other Girl’s turn. She took much longer to get orgasm. My guess was that she had been trained to withstand the urge to cum. But even the strongest women were vulnerable to my skills. Though it took longer, she had a more forceful orgasm than Camera Girl. My face was gonna be covered in juices.

“Ah, that’s unfortunate,” Camera Girl said to her slave. “Because you came, you now cannot orgasm for the next two days.”

“What kind of logic is that?” Andrea asked. “You are the one who made Leah service her.”

Camera Girl smiled, placing a hand on Other Girl’s ass. “You see, she is not allowed to cum. But if she does cum, then she is not allowed to cum for longer. It’s a kind of Chaste-22.” Camera Girl was one of the many people who had no idea how to use that term properly.

Finally, I was allowed to stand, and Andrea and I left the camera set up.

We reunited with Rue who had nearly finished all the cookies. She smirked when she saw me. “What’s with you?” I asked.

Without a word, she handed me a magazine. I paled when I saw the cover. Andrea looked over my shoulder.

In my hand was the college magazine: Knots Monthly. And on the cover of the magazine was my bound body, kneeling, covered in red stripes. Andrea’s legs were also on the cover, behind my figure, but her upper body was cropped out. I was the main subject, and I was smiling broadly. This was the photo from our session a few days ago.

“I’m sorry, Leah,” Andrea began. “I had to submit the photo for my knots class, but I didn’t know that they would put it on the school magazine.”

I was still for a moment.

“I’ll go to the editor of the magazine and try to get them to stop printing this copy. They must get your permission for this kind of thing. I’ll make sure that… Leah, are you alright?”

“Are you kidding, Mistress?” I finally said. “This is amazing!”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. This means I was the best photo from your knots class and was good enough to be put on the cover of the school’s magazine. This means I’m…”

Andrea eyed me.

This is probably why some people were giving me odd looks earlier. They had recognized me from the magazine. I shook my head. “Regardless, this is a good thing.”

Andrea sighed. “Alright, then.”

Rue looked back and forth between me and Andrea. “So does this mean you’re like a school celebrity now?”

I pondered that. It really depended on how famous the college magazine was. I had seen copies of it lying around classes, but I had no sense of how widespread it was. Plus, the girl on the magazine looked remarkably different than me due to the bondage and general waywardness. Was I a celebrity now?

“I hope not,” Andrea said. “I don’t want people getting weird ideas. I can loan her out, and trusted people can use her, but she belongs to me only.” I blushed as Andrea put an arm around me.

***

We tagged along with Rue as she raided several other booths. Andrea joined multiple math clubs on the way, or at least got on their emailing lists. I found no clubs that I really wanted to bother myself with.

“I’m stuffed,” Rue said. She licked her lips and looked right at me. “Then again, there is always room for dessert.”

“What the heck is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

She stepped closer to me, a move that took some guts seeing that Andrea was standing only a few feet away admiring some art club mini murals.

She put her hands on my chest, not caring about the other students watching. “I don’t want to help Stacy just yet, so I need to keep eating. But my stomach is full, so I’ll have to eat something else.” She moved a hand downward. I felt hot.

“Enjoying the show?” Rue said suddenly, still touching me. I pulled away from her, blushing. Unlike me, Rue at least had some skimpy clothes on, so I felt more humiliated than her.

“No need to stop on my account,” a bubbly voice said.

I looked behind me at our admirer. “Oh, perfect,” I muttered.

Mori beamed at me. “Leah!” she said. “Is this your friend? I’m surprised!”

Was she trying to be mean? Or was she genuinely surprised that I had a friend? Or was she just surprised at the audaciousness of said friend, who moments ago was groping me in public? One never could tell what went on in Mori’s head.

“What are you doing here, Mori?” I asked.

“Well, I was not going to come to the fair at first, but I heard that there was free food. Problem is that every booth that I visit seems to have run out of snacks already.”

“That’s terrible!” Rue chimed. “Some people just eat way too much.”

I glared at her. Then sighed. “Rue, this is Mori. Mori, Rue. Rue is a psychology major.”

The two of them shook hands. “There might be some dessert left,” Rue said.

“I sure hope so,” Mori grumbled. “I could use something sweet.”

Did Mori figure out that Rue was hitting on her? Was she flirting back? One never could tell with her.

“Oh my. Leah, look over there!” She pointed in the distance to a scrawny figure with drooped shoulders. Ho.

“Crap.” I hid behind a confused Rue. “Mori, what are you doing? Don’t let him see you!”

But Mori was not next to me. I looked over Rue’s shoulder in horror as Mori called Ho over. He was holding a copy of Knots Monthly, because of course he was. He approached us, smirking.

“Hi, I’m Rue.”

“Ho.”

“Um… why are you calling me that?”

I stifled a laugh.

“Ho is his name,” Mori explained. Rue took a moment to digest that piece of information.

“What are you smiling at?” Ho said to me. “At least my bound body isn’t all over the school.”

“Shut up, you brute,” I replied. I was sure that he was gonna send me to be punished, making me miss out on the fair.

“You scum.”

“Calm down, you two,” Mori said. She turned to Rue. “Don’t worry. Squabbles between these two are bound to happen.”

Ho and I were both hit with a wave of nausea, knowing what was coming.

“Bound to happen. Get it. Because Leah was bound in Knots Monthly, so I used the commonly used phrase ‘bound to happen’ in relation to their fights as a reference to the magazine.” Mori cackled.

Rue started laughing. She was about to speak but then bent over and laughed until I started worrying about her oxygen levels. “Bound to happen! That’s so funny. I’m glad you explained it otherwise I would not have understood.”

“No way,” Ho and I said in unison. We could not believe someone was crazy enough to like Mori’s jokes. Then again, if there had to be someone that insane, it would have to be Rue.

“This is the greatest day of my life,” Mori said. A single tear of joy formed on her cheek. “Don’t worry, Rue. There is plenty more where that came from. There is no upper bound to the number of my jokes. Get it. Upper bound. I used the word bound again, since that’s in direct reference to Leah’s image that’s all over the school for everyone to see and judge and embarrass her with.”

I wanted to pull my hair out. “Argh, look at what you’ve done, Rue! You’ve encouraged her. And now we have to live with the consequences.”

“I hate agreeing with Leah,” Ho said. “So I won’t. Rue, keep encouraging her. I like it.” Betrayal! Ho hates her jokes as much as me. That was the one thing we had in common, and now it was gone just because Ho wanted to disagree with me.

Andrea teleported in front us. “MAAATH joke!” she yelled. “I heard ‘upper bound’ and I’m a fan already. What’s your name?”

As Mori and Andrea introduced themselves, I started mumbling. “So, I’m the only one defending our freedom, I guess. Freedom from half-baked nonsensical puns.”

“You don’t like math jokes?” Andrea said, towering over me.

I gulped. “Upon further consideration, Mori’s jokes are fantastic.” The unrelenting demon of herd mentality had transformed Mori’s jokes from awful to awe full.

Andrea nodded. “Good.”

“You’re Leah’s owner?” Ho asked.

Andrea nodded. “And who are you?”

“Ho.”

“What did you just call me?”

“His name is Ho,” Mori explained. “He’s an economics major.”

Rue and Andrea both changed their demeaner immediately. “Oh,” Andrea said. Math majors and economics majors were effectively at war since both of their department heads were frontrunners in the upcoming election for the position of dean. Suddenly, the air was thin.

I was glad that Andrea was here. Ho could not punish me anymore since Andrea could overrule his commands, being my owner.

Ho carried an indifferent face, likely used to judgement. Economics majors were hated by a lot of other majors, especially the less dominant ones, so he was accustomed to glares and scowls.

“And would you say that you have a favorable opinion of Dr. Stab?” Andrea asked, testing the waters.

“He makes changes that people don’t want to admit we need,” Ho said calmly.

“Like removing croissants from dining halls? That was an urgent change that had to be made?”

So that’s why she stopped getting croissants for me. I had not been to the dining halls since Andrea and I started our exploit of getting two meals in one box, so I had no idea.

“Croissants are an unnecessary cost.”

“And with more funds available he plans to improve the food options for less dominant majors?” Rue said. She had some spark to her words that I had never seen before. “So I won’t have to rely on club fair booths for some actual meals?”

Ho sidestepped the question. “Hmph. Someone with your figure doesn’t need to consume much food anyway. Not with that chopping board of a chest.”

Rue’s jaw dropped. Andrea interjected. “Right. And your scrawny ass on the other hand needs a lot of food, doesn’t it?”

“Well, my brain uses a lot of resources since I’m learning something that will actually benefit society. What do you learn as a math major that’s useful? It’s all so abstract. Take limits, for example.”

“You better respect limits,” Rue said. “And what are you going to do with economics that benefits the world? Work for some bank that legally steals from people?”

“Banks are one of the most important institutions for a society’s prosperity. I don’t expect you to understand, but economics helps far more people than math ever will.”

It was officially a thunderstorm. I was too scared to say anything. Sure, I at all times bickered with Ho, but it was a casual bickering that I enjoyed. This was something else. At the same time, I could not possibly take his side against Andrea and Rue.

“U-um,” Mori said meekly. Everyone turned towards her. She jumped backward. “W-well I was just thinking… Well, never mind.”

“What is it, Mori?” Andrea said. “Don’t tell me you support Dr. Stab.”

I had no idea Andrea hated economics majors this much. But then, I hated them, too. I just had not interacted with many of them, besides Ho. Andrea, being in a bunch of math classes, probably had met a decent number of economics majors. And even if she hadn’t, she would have been surrounded by other math majors, who would have spread their resentment of economics to her. Such is the nature of political bubbles.

“I was thinking,” Mori began again. “Economics and math aren’t all that different, are they? I know people in my sorority who study both. There is someone studying mathematical economics. And someone double majoring in math and economics because a lot of classes overlap between the two majors. Rue is studying psychology, right? One leader of my sorority is studying behavioral economics. So, to be honest, I don’t really see the point in this argument.”