This story takes place at Dremeder University, a place where certain majors dominate others. Andrea is Leah’s roommate and owner.

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ANDREA

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I realized that I loved Leah the day after the school party, when I – we, as she insisted – rejected the Orgo Gs. We slept in the same small dorm bed that night and woke up the next morning with our skin touching. My arm had found its way around her body during the night. It was a Sunday, and I spent most of the morning pleasuring her.

I excited her by reaching a hand between her legs until she was on the brink of orgasm. Then I tied up her entire body with rope, as I learned in my knots class, and let my little slut leak from anticipation. I pressed a vibrator to her clit and put it on full power, letting her cum over and over until she begged me to stop. When I did stop, she recovered her breath and begged me to continue, and I did. That Sunday morning, I gave her all the pleasure she could want and more. By the end of our session, we had forgotten all the tension of the previous night. Rather, we pushed passed it.

I ordered Leah to begin doing my laundry, which she instantly agreed to, since her orgasm-fried brain allowed her little resistance to my orders. “Anything for you, Mistress,” she said, gasping for air.

There are perks to having a sex slave, I realized. For the first time, I recognized just how eager Leah was to serve me and how much I loved her for it.

Rue, on the other hand, was feverish after the Orgo G party. She could not string together a coherent sentence even if her orgasms depended on it, which they did. Stacy explained to me that if Rue behaved obediently, as she had during the party, then she would experience terrible cold symptoms. She would be unable to obey orders for a week, for the world must exist in balance. A disobedient person must be disobedient, and all obedience comes at a price.

Stacy and Rue did not care that we rejected the organization that they were a part of. “We all make our choices,” Stacy said.

“Yeahhha…,” Rue managed to moan through her delirium.

Stacy quickly returned to tending to her submissive, concern in her eyes. She kissed Rue’s forehead. “Quiet, Rue. Don’t exert yourself by talking.”

Rue, slave of Stacy, spoke: “The interposition of the level at which the formulation occurs in a topological space can only be described in Lagrangian mechanics in an orthogonal relationship to the three-space dimensional tri-vector through which the performance of a cycloid performs the tasks-“

Stacy hurried to correct her mistake. “I command you to continue talking!” she said. Rue stopped talking. It was total gibberish anyway. Still, Rue’s post-obedience disobedience was almost magical, as if some spell compelled her to disobey her mistress’ commands.

Stacy shook her head. “Poor girl… I really should tell Kaycee to stop making you work so hard at those parties. You just aren’t meant to be obedient.”

Over the next few days, Stacy nursed Rue back to health while Leah and I had frequent sex. I kept Leah bound as much as feasible and went back to restricting her orgasms. My guilt was not so great that I would forget my duties as a mistress. Leah grumbled every time I teased her pussy, but I had learned to recognize when she was genuinely upset, so I knew she was just being playful.

Midterms passed. Leah excelled in her classes, including, with my help, in calculus. The weeks after that went quickly and happily for the most part.

Election day neared: either Dean Dixmier, head of the math department, or Dr. Stab, head of the economics department, would win.

But Leah and I had other struggles, preventing us from thinking much of the election. The semester was almost over, and we both fought through the final stretch. I studied for my math finals while Leah had essays for history and a calculus final to study for.

She hunched over her computer screen, staring blankly at her practice problems. She’d found an online PDF to avoid paying for her math textbook, and I was proud of her for that. I approved generally of all the cheapest ways of acquisition and respected Leah’s ability discover such a method.

Something was off about her today, however. Every now and then her head drooped down, her eyes lost in something beyond the screen.

“You’ve been on that page for a long time,” I said.

She grumbled.

“Look, if you’re too tired from the sleep schedule I’ve put you on, I can be more lenient about it.” I had been making her wake up and gonna bed earlier because I hated the idea of having a roommate with a different sleep schedule than me, but now I worried that I may have been too hard on her.

She shook her head. “Don’t worry, Mistress. That’s not an issue.”

“Then what’s the matter with you?” I asked. “You seem a bit loopy.”

“Nothing,” she said. A blatant lie.

I rolled my chair over to hers, glancing at the question she was stuck on. Leah’s eyes were very soft, but her eyebrows were furrowed as she concentrated on the screen. One of her hands played with her collar ring. She was naked as all the time. “What’s troubling you, Leah?”

“I don’t know. This question…”

“Let me take a look,” I said. It was an integration by parts question.

“I keep having to do integration by parts but then the integral I get also has to be integrated by parts.”

“Ah, trig functions make life harder.” I checked her work. “If you’ll notice, you’re going in circles here.” I pointed to a term on the right side of the equation and showed Leah that it was the same as one on the left. “All you have to do is combine like terms.”

Leah processed my words for a second and scratched her head. “I don’t get it.”

I grabbed her pencil and circled the two terms that were the same. “Just add this term to both sides of the equation to cancel it out. Then you just divide by two on both sides to get the original thing you were looking for.”

She wrote down a shaky line of math.

I kissed her. “Good job, Leah. Except you forgot the plus C.”

She checked her math with a grimace.

“And you know what that means,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress…” She stood up slowly.

“I need a more positive attitude from you, girl.”

Leah dropped to her knees and presented herself to me. She thrust out her chest and kept her hands behind her back, her knees wide aside.

I had been helping Leah with her math work for a few weeks now and came up with the rule that if I ever caught her forgetting a plus C, she would be punished.

I stroked her hair, watching her shudder at my touch. “What shall I do with you today?” I placed my hand in front of her face. She eyed it curiously. “Kiss it,” I demanded. She hesitantly placed her lips on my palm. Next, I slapped her tits hard. “That’s one.”

She had her eyes shut tight from the pain. She opened them to discover my palm once again in her face. She kissed it again and I slapped her chest again. “Two.”

I wanted her to kiss the hand that punished her, and went up to ten slaps, five on each side of her chest, before letting her get back to her math homework. I tutored her for as long as I could after that and left for my classes.

Discrete math was my hardest class. On the first day the professor said to us, “We are required by the Department of Mathematics to inform you that this class gets significantly harder after the first two weeks, so keep that in mind when deciding whether to drop the class or not.” After that first week, about a third of the students dropped the class. Luckily, I had managed to get As on all the exams so far, but I was still nervous about the final.

Yet my thoughts focused on Leah instead of my studies. I had completely fallen for her over the semester, whether she knew it or not, but I was too scared to tell her. Imagine if I confessed my love and she did not feel the same way, but I remained her owner because Dremeder University required it of me. Yikes.

The agony of not knowing for sure that Leah loved me back shook my heartstrings with a terrible anxiety. I felt tendons within my chest flutter, shudder, stretch, and break, and could do nothing while fear of rejection seized me.

My math professor had written several theorems on the board (indeed, we still learned new material just days away from the final). I hurried to write them down, knowing I would have to study extra hard later, since my thoughts kept me away from mathematics.

Once class ended, I walked back to my room. Another anxiety took over me. After this semester was winter break. We would go back to our homes for the holidays, presumably, and would be separated for a month. I had to confess my love for Leah before that happened.

Instead of confessing my love, however, I decided to come up with a few new rules for Leah to follow. Once I finished my classes for the day, I would forbid her from keeping her legs closed, all the time requiring her knees to be spread reasonably aside. And I would require her to keep her hands behind her back unless working on something. Basically, I would prohibit her from covering herself. I knew Leah would like it, even if I found it a bit uncomfortable at first.

I felt my body go hot as I wondered about how exposed Leah would be in the room. I’m gonna fuck her even more often with her pretty body constantly on display.

As I entered the dormitory, a student interrupted my thoughts by asking about the Knots Monthly magazine, the one with Leah’s bound body on the cover. The magazine decided that the picture captured their spirit so well that they would keep it on the cover for the rest of the year, spring semester included. Word had gotten around quickly about Leah and now even I was a bit trendy, known as the architect of Leah’s torment (a compliment at Dremeder University).

“You could use Slave Leah’s fame to win the election for Dean Dixmier,” the student said. He was a boy who I recognized because he was all the time in the freaking lobby.

“Slave Leah?” I asked.

“Yes, Slave Leah. That’s what she’s known as. She’s a legend.” The boy looked into my eyes with a completely serious face. “You have to use her to destroy Dr. Stab.”

“Uh,” I began. I didn’t know what this student was talking about. He was a green badge, so he probably wanted to keep Dean Dixmier in charge. But what did he want me to do? “I think you are overestimating our influence.”

“I’m not,” the boy confirmed. “You and Slave Leah are popular among students. You can sway student opinion. Many department heads listen to what their students want and will vote based on that. Then Dean Dixmier can keep her position as the dean and Dr. Stab and suck it.”

I was dumbstruck. How could we make such a statement? And would it really influence the election that much? Just what sort of magazine was this Knots Monthly anyway?

“Just think about it,” the lobby boy said. “You can make a public statement at the center of the university – on the Amphitheater near Paradise Hall. In two days, students will gather to hear speeches.”

“I’ll…”

“Think about it,” the lobby boy repeated. Then he walked off.

I went up the stairs to the dorm processing what just happened.

If Leah wanted to make a public statement, I would let her, but I was not gonna force her to say anything. That felt like something an economics major would do and was not the nature of our relationship. Or at least not how I wanted it to be. I loved her too much for that.

It was a strange thing. I wanted to have a monogamous relationship with Leah – I stopped having sex with Stacy a while back – but I knew Leah was more open to sex than me, so I did not want to deprive her of her desires. Hence, I let her continue having sex with Rue and Stacy, even though deep down, I wanted her to myself. As her mistress, I could have forced her to only have sex with me, but I did not want to overstep. I’ve done that before.

My social battery was depleted, so I took a few breaths outside our dorm room and sprung the door open. “I’m back, slave!” I said, trying to be commanding. I still felt awkward calling someone a slave.

Leah was in her bed, presumably napping. I heard the blankets rustle. “Hi, Mistress,” she said softly.

I went into alarm mode upon hearing her tired voice. “Leah, you can talk to me if you aren’t getting enough sleep-“

“I told you. It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

She pulled the blanket over her head without responding to me.

I climbed into her bed and lay on top of her, straddling her body with mine so that she could not move, and pulled the blanket off her head. She kept her eyes away from me.

“Look at me,” I said. She didn’t move. “You have to talk to me.”

Still, she was silent.

“You want me to make you talk?” I saw her blush. I pressed more of my weight onto her, eliciting a gasp. I tugged at the blanket. “I can see you smiling under there.” I pulled the sheet down further. She was not smiling. She gripped the blanket tighter and I seized the chance to hold her hands. Her shaking fingers relaxed in mine. When I felt them sufficiently calm, I pulled the blanket completely off, revealing her naked flesh.

“Speak,” I said.

She was quiet for a long while. Finally, without looking at me, she said, “You’ll think it’s stupid.”

Leah had no clue how ridiculous that statement was. I was far to infatuated with her to judge. “Whatever it is,” I said. “It is clearly getting to you. If it matters so much, it can’t be stupid.”

She opened and shut her mouth a few times. “How old are you?” she asked.

“I’m eighteen,” I said, unsure where she was headed. “I turn nineteen in a few months.”

“I’m twenty,” she said. I bit down my surprise.

So that’s what it is. Leah had told me that she got held back a grade when she was younger, and how she felt insecure about being older than everyone. I wondered it odd to be ashamed of your age, especially of being older, but she said that her age was a sign of delinquency. By being older, she felt like she was accomplishing less than everyone else, since they had done the same things as her, only one year faster.

“Leah,” I said. She tried turning away from me. I let her. “That’s no reason to be sad.”

“It is,” she said. “Each birthday I remember I’ve done nothing in my life.”

I rolled off her and put the blanket over both of us. She curled up, ashamed to look me in the eyes. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”

“That’s easy to say when you’ve got everything figured out. You’re so far ahead for your age. You’re taking math, like, ten trillion or whatever.”

“Discrete Math, Linear Algebra, and Multivariate Calculus.” I cringed as I said it. I all the time had a issue of correcting people, and now was not the time.

“Yeah. That.”

“Look,” I said. “It’s only a one-year difference. No one can even tell that you’re twenty-“

“I know!”

Way to go, Andrea. The whole situation had me flustered, and I tried my best to stay calm.

She must have seen my face because she said, “Sorry, Andrea… Mistress, I mean. I always get like this on my birthday. It’s just one day of the year where I reflect on life, you know? I’ll be back to my old self tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. “Want to talk about something else or just relax?”

“Talk about something,” she said. “As long as you do the talking, so I can get my mind off things for a bit. Studying didn’t do much to help.”

Happy that I could assist Leah, I talked to her about the election, and how she was becoming trendy. She seemed to relax in my arms as I spoke, closing her eyes and just listening to my voice.

“What do you think about open relationships?” I asked, trying to sound innocuous.

Leah used her hands as a pillow, keeping her eyes closed. “I don’t judge people just because they want to have sex with lots of partners – that would be hypocritical of me – though, I think it’s impossible to have real intimacy with more than one person at once and personally would never want to be in an open relationship.”

“But you have sex with Rue and Stacy!”

Leah snapped her eyes open and squinted at me. “Are… we in a relationship?”

Shit. That’s not how I wanted this to go. I just wanted to test her comment, not confront the problem directly. “Well… I guess not really…” I said, vaguely.

“Oh,” Leah said. I had no idea what Oh meant. I was good at reading Leah’s lust, but moot when it came to feelings. Though I suppose that had all the time been my curse.

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LEAH

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Sure enough, I was back to my old self the next day. Andrea ordered me, early in the morning, to give her a back massage. I was willing to obey.

“That feels good slave,” she said. “Happy birthday, by the way. I know it was yesterday, but still.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“As a gift,” she said. “I’m going to give you two new rules to follow.” I paused, trying to withstand appearing too willing. “Keep working,” Andrea said. Once I continued massaging, she explained the new rules.

I was to all the time keep my hands behind my back unless I needed them. Second, I was to keep my legs far aside, again unless I needed my legs to walk or something of that sort.

“Thank you for the gift, Mistress!” I said. “There must be some way to repay you.”

“The whole point of a gift,” Andrea said. “Is that you don’t have to repay the giver, but if you insist… there might be something you could do.”

“Anything!” I was massaging her back with more energy now.

“Anything, you say?” Andrea flipped over. “Massage my front while I think.”

As I gripped her breasts, she pulled me in for a kiss. She reached a hand around my back and squeezed my rear. Her other hand grabbed my neck and choked me, forcing my mouth open for her tongue to explore deeper. I shut my eyes and Andrea pushed me downward so I could suck on her tits. She stroked my hair as I nibbled.

She pulled the back of my collar and forced me off her, so that I was standing beside her bed, hot and bothered. I moved a hand unconsciously to my pussy.

“Have you already forgotten the rules, you greedy slut?” Reluctantly, I moved my hands behind my back, each hand holding the opposite elbow. Andrea rose and tapped my thighs. I spread my legs aside automatically. “Stay,” Andrea said.

“Yes, Mimmphf-” A kiss cut me off, followed by a slight slap to the cheek.

Andrea examined my pussy, sliding a hand over it slowly. I moaned involuntarily. It took all my willpower to stand still. “You are a very sensitive person you know.”

“Ye…” was all I managed to get out.

Andrea blindfolded me. She put my face in her hands and kissed me while I stood still letting her use my body like a doll, unable to see anything.

“Stick your tongue out,” she ordered. I complied quickly but she hit my ass harshly. “Smile as you do it. Thrust those tits forward. No, lean over.”

A hand on my back pushed me forward while I kept my feet planted.

Andrea fingered my slit. “Dang girl, you are dripping down here.” I closed my legs on reflex. “Rules, slave!” Startled at her yell, I spread my legs again. To punish me, Andrea pinched my clit, which made me jump back.

“Honestly, we have so much work to do. You have to stay still if I command you to. Get back in position.”

I got back in position as best as I could with the blindfold on. “Sorry, Mimmphf-” A kiss cut me off, followed by a light slap to the cheek. The whole process repeated two more times, until I finally learned to stay still.

Blindfolded, legs spread, tongue out, hands behind my back, chest pushed forward, I felt completely exposed. Then I heard a camera shutter click. I had the brain to keep still until Andrea removed the blindfold. “Good job, slave.” She began fingering me again. “Now, is there anything you want? Speak.”

“I want to cum so badly, Mimmphf-” A kiss cut me off, followed by a light slap to the cheek.