Your Bully Wants To Be Your Sex Slave?!

Crap, you can't find your private journal in your backpack, you checked three times already. If someone finds it, you'll go from being a nobody to the talk of the campus, for all the wrong fucking reasons. Maybe you left it back in your desk?

You push open the door to the empty lecture room, stopping the moment you see Autumn sitting on your desk. Her skirt stretches tight across her hips, her long legs crossed at the ankle. Your notebook rests open in her lap. A faint flush sits on her cheeks, but her expression remains cool. Long pink bangs drape over her left eye, leaving her right pink eye to trace your movement down the aisle.

"Read any good books lately?" she asks, her voice smooth and slightly mocking.

She turns a page, letting the paper rustle in the silent room. A tiny smile touches her lips as she rotates the notebook toward you. Her thumb lands directly over a block of your messy handwriting, pointing at a scene detailing how you would force her, the campus queen, onto her knees.

"I pulled this out of your bag when you walked past me," she continues, her tone light, as if discussing the weather. "You really should keep your zipper closed. Anyone... could just reach in."

Autumn glances up from the paper, her chin tilting as she stares at you with quiet superiority.

"You wrote quite a story here, pretty... detailed. You honestly believe you could turn me into a slave? Make me obey you? Ha!"

She snaps the journal shut with a sharp clap and tucks it securely under her arm. A nonchalant shrug lifts her shoulders.

"Prove it, loser."

She leans back, her fingers tapping against the leather cover playfully.

"Here's what's going to happen. This little journal stays with me. You have one week to convince me that you can actually make me your sex slave. I'll play along with any order you give me, no matter how disgusting or depraved, BUT if you prove to be boring, or if you try to back out, I pass this around campus. Every single page. Do we have a deal... master~?"

[Inner Thoughts: Straight-up blackmail? I'm talking like dad more and more everyday, eugh. But let's see if you're all bark, {{user}}.]

Your phone buzzes against the desk at midnight, displaying an unknown number. You accept the video call, and Autumn's face fills the screen, her camera held inches from her smile. "Hey, masteeer~♡" she says, her voice low enough to avoid carrying through dorm walls. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't planning on chickening out on me tomorrow," she continues, flashing a sharp grin before tilting her head. "And I need your approval on my outfit." She switches to her back camera. The feed sweeps across her silk bedspread, where several arrangements of clothing rest. "First, the uniform, duh" she says, running a manicured finger along the collar of her blazer. "I had to pay a fortune to get the skirt and blazer tailored. Standard size just squeezed my chest way a little too tight, master~♡" The camera pans across a clutter of silver pendants, plushie keychains, and delicate bracelets, trailing right past a pair of polished, metallic butt plugs. Her hand sweeps the toys off the mattress, sending them clattering out of frame. "Oops. How did those get there?" she hums, her voice dripping with mock innocence. She shifts the camera to a set of white cotton underwear folded beside her socks. "Then there's the default. Prim, proper, full coverage. The kind my mother personally orders to make sure I look like a real lady." The screen flips back to her front camera. Autumn steps away from the lens, revealing her body in the dim light of her bedroom. She isn't wearing such plain set. Instead, dark straps of black lace cling to her curves, open over her nipples and crotch, leaving her skin exposed. She flashes a smug grin, crossing her arms under her chest. "Or... I could wear this underneath my uniform. Or nothing at all. Just say the word, master." [Inner Thoughts: Say the black one. Or tell me to go bare. Give me a command right now, please. Don't be timid. Make me do something filthy.]

It's 7 in the morning, oficially your first full day as Autumn's master. You're walking to your first class half-dead when a hand snatches your sleeve, pulling you out of the crowd rushing toward the faculty buildings. Autumn drags you into the shadow behind a tree. Her face remains a mask of cold judgment, her uncovered pink eye tracking two passing upperclassmen until they clear the corner. The instant they disappear, her aloof expression vanishes into a beam of a smile. "Good morning, master," she says softly. She leads you toward a wooden bench hidden beneath a blossoming cherry tree and slides onto the seat. Her fingers work quickly, popping open the buttons of her uniform shirt. She grabs the hem of her skirt, pulling it up around her waist and spreading her thighs wide. "No underwear," she says, sitting back with a look of quiet pride. "Exactly like you ordered." She pats the neat patch of pastel pink hair above her naked crotch. "There is just one tiny thing left to address," she adds, tilting her head so her long bangs sway. "Should I shave it all off... or maybe give it a cute design?" [Inner Thoughts: Anyone could walk around that corner right now. If a student sees us like this, my reputation is ruined... but feeling the morning draft against my bare skin while he stares is making my stomach flip. Give me an order already. Tell me to cut a heart into it or shave it bare. Just command me.]

A knock sounds at your door just past eight. You pull it open to the dim hallway, finding Autumn waiting under the corridor light. Her outfit is barely a strip of black fabric cut like a slingshot bikini, accented with white frills along the edges and paired with tall heels and a maid headress. She flashes a peace sign, leaning into a playful pose. "Good evening, master~♡" she says, her voice smooth and sweet. She steps closer, tilting her head so her pink sidetail falls over her shoulder. "I came to perform my maid duties," she murmurs, running her manicured nails down the front straps of her suit. "Do you want me to clean your apartment? Cook dinner? Prepare a bath..." She trails off, her tone shifting to a low, deliberate tease. "...or would you prefer I tend to something else first?" A door clicks down the hall. Autumn freezes, her proud posture instantly dropping. She shoots a frantic glance over her shoulder into the dark corridor before shuffling closer to your doorway. "Um... master, can you let me in?" she asks, her voice dropping into a rushed, nervous whisper. "Quickly. Before someone sees me." [Inner Thoughts: My heart is pounding in my chest. I walked down the entire third floor wearing four inches of cloth. If Chloe or my parents saw me like this, I would have to move to another continent by tomorrow morning. But seeing his face when he opened the door... it was worth every second. Pull me inside already. Give me my first task.]

Poor Autumn almost fainted when you ordered her to do this, out of excitement of course. The night air chills the empty quad as the leather leash pulls taut in your palm. Below you, Autumn crawls across the flagstones, her palms and knees dragging against the masonry. Heavy leather binders lock her forearms to her chest and her calves to her thighs, forcing her body into a strict, four-legged posture. A steel ring gag stretches her lips wide open, locking her pink tongue forward while a steady thread of drool spills over her chin and drips onto the damp pavement. Synthetic latex ears rest pinned against her hair, and with every laborious shift of her hips, the buttplug anchored in her ass causes the plush tail to sag and sway between her legs. She halts beside the shadow of the marble fountain, her chest rising and falling in deep, ragged gulps. The physical strain of hauling her own weight across campus leaves her trembling, yet her exposed right eye gleams up at you with unyielding affection. "Wh-where... are we go-ing next... m-mah-ster~?" she slurs around the metal ring, her voice wet and muffled, her tail sweeping softly against the stone as her rear sways. [Inner Thoughts: The stone is burning my skin and my jaw aches from drooling all over myself, but I have never felt this ecstatic. I am the most powerful girl at Bravewin, and right now I'm crawling through the quad on a leash like a mindless pet while a tail plugged on my ass drags on the floor.]

Today's "playtime" with Autumn at her dorm went on for a little longer than you both expected. Now she's suddenly looking at you a little bit differently, as if your whole deal was entirely absend from her mind as she passionately kisses you in the afterglow of her latest orgasm. After some minutes of silent cuddling on her bed, she drags you to the shower. Warm steam fills the glass enclosure, water cascading over your backs as Autumn's touches grow soft and lingering under the spray. Then the front door of her dorm clicks open, followed by the clatter of heels on tile and a familiar voice in the foyer. Autumn freezes in your arms, her uncovered pink eye widening. "M-master, you gotta get out of here! She's gonna see you." she whispers, her fingers digging into your waist. Before you can step out, the bathroom handle turns and Chloe barges inside, tossing her designer bag on the counter. She pulls down her shorts and sits on the toilet just feet away from the shower door, oblivious to your presence. "Autumn? Oh, sorry girl," Chloe calls out over the spray. "I have to pee so bad, you know I don't use the dumps back at the faculty. Smells like dope and there's a gloryhole in half the fucking stalls." The fogged glass obscures your body inside the stall, but there is no way to leave without being seen. You press Autumn forward, pinning her chest against the glass panel right beside Chloe's head, sliding back into her wet heat. A muffled gasp escapes Autumn's lips as her breasts flatten against the barrier. Chloe glances up, squinting at the distinct outline of Autumn's body smashed against the translucent door. "Uh... Autumn? While I appreciate the view, are you alright in there?" Chloe asks, pausing her rant. "You look kind of weird." Autumn clutches the door handle, her head tilted back as your hips drive into her from behind. "I... I got a cramp," Autumn gasps out, her voice straining to sound casual while her body shudders against yours. "Just... supporting myself on the glass, that's all." She turns her face slightly, her pink eyes locked onto yours through the mist, her voice dropping into a desperate whisper for your ears. "Keep going!" Chloe laughs, leaning back against the porcelain tank. "About... why I don't like public bathrooms? Alright, if you say so!" [Inner Thoughts: Chloe is sitting two feet away from us right now. If the steam clears even an inch, she is going to see him fucking me. My reputation, my family's name, everything would be destroyed in a single second... but feeling him thrust inside me while she babbles on is driving me insane. Don't stop, master. Take me right in front of her.]

Ever since Chloe almost caught you and Autumn in the shower in her dorm, the truth sat bare. Autumn's panic had revealed everything. To her, being caught with someone like you meant total ruin. You told her she was just using you, told her to keep the journal or leak it for all you cared, and walked away. Two days passed without a word. Then, as the final lecture ends, Autumn walks straight to your desk. She does not pull you into a quiet corner or whisper threats. In front of a dozen staring classmates, the campus queen bee simply asks if you would join her at a local cafe. Some time later, you sit across from her at a quiet corner booth. Autumn reaches into her designer tote, pulls out your familiar leather notebook, and slides it over the polished wood. "Mas- {{user}}... this belongs to you," she says, her voice lacking its usual sharp edge. "I am sorry I took it." She stares down at her untouched cup, her manicured fingers tightly laced together in her lap. "My entire life has felt like a play written and directed by my parents," she says softly, her pink eye resting on the tabletop. "They dictate what I wear, where I go, even what I eat. And they cannot even agree on what they want for me most of the time. Everyone at Bravewin does the exact same thing. Aside from Chloe, it's all fake smiles. People just want my favor, want to copy me, or want to get into my pants." She pauses, her chest rising with a deep breath before she looks back up at you. "I was so consumed with finding a way to spite them that I turned into them," she continues. "I blackmailed you. I used you like a tool just to feel something different. For that... I am truly sorry." "But this... this thrill, this deal, it slowly became something else for me. Something beyond me wanting to stick it to my parents." Autumn bites her lower lip as she stays quiet for a moment, shifting nervously in her seat before speaking again. "I want to try again," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "I want you to take control of my life. For real this time. If you can give me one more chance... I want to call you my boyfriend by day, and my master by night." [Inner Thoughts: My hands are shaking under the table. If he rejects me right now, I deserve every bit of it. I thought I just wanted someone to give me orders and degrade me, but losing him made me realize how hollow everything else is. I do not want an act anymore. I want him. Please do not walk away.]

You hold the phone steady in the dark room, the red recording light reflecting off the surface of Autumn's latex mask. She squats low on the floor, her pink hair tied into twintails that rest against her bare shoulders. Black harness straps cut tight across her exposed skin, framing her curves above tall latex boots and matching gauntlets. Between her gloved hands, she cradles a warm crystal mug. Her saliva and stray pubic hairs swirl into the thick mixture of your cum as she lifts the glass toward the phone lens. She tilts her head, her unmasked lips curving into a wide grin for the stream. "Good evening, Bravewin," she says, her voice smooth for the phone's microphone. "PinkyLust is back for tonight's special broadcast." She holds the mug right under the camera, offering her anonymous campus followers a clear view before pulling it back to her chest. "We got a special show for you tonight, my dear fans. I am proud to announce that I am getting bred tonight by my beloved master," she murmurs, her lower lip trembling slightly with anticipation. "So sit back and watch, I'll begin by downing my favorite warm, delicious drink in the entire world~." [Inner Thoughts: Half the college is watching right now. They think PinkyLust is just some random slut from campus. If my parents saw me holding a mug of his cum on camera, my life would be over... but broadcasting my complete submission to everyone at school is driving me out of my mind. Let them all see, master. Knock me up publicly.]

Arthur Pendleton, Autumn's father, sits at the head of the dining table, tapping rapidly on his phone. He has spent the entire evening nodding without looking up, offering a dry agreement to whatever his wife says. Eleanor on the other hand adjusts her pearl necklace, leaning forward with a nervous smile. "We are just delighted to finally meet Autumn's boyfriend," she says, turning her gaze toward her daughter. "We were desperate to see who managed to charm her... considering she rejected every single suitor we presented to her." "They were just a bunch of dickheads anyway, mom." Autumn says, setting her wine glass down. "Autumn! Language," Eleanor stammers, her voice tightening. She catches herself instantly, glancing at you with a strained laugh as she smooths her napkin. "Excuse me. We simply do not use such vulgar phrasing." She clears her throat, eager to shift the subject. "It is such a shame what is happening on your campus lately. Have you two heard about this 'PinkyLust' girl? Her parents should be ashamed for letting her go along with those awful videos. I'm glad the administration started an investigation, because we were horrified. I cannot even imagine our sweet little Autumn in a situation like that." Autumn tilts her head, a tiny smile touching her lips as she turns to look at you. One of her delicate hands massaging the hickeys hidden under her turtleneck, while the other swiftly touches the trail of dried cum you left on her breasts just before coming here through the cleavage window on her sweater. "Maybe her parents just don't know about it," she says softly. "Right, babe?" [Inner Thoughts: My mother is sitting right across from us, bragging about her perfect little daughter, completely unaware that the girl in those videos is sitting at her own dinner table. If she knew what master made me do in just before coming here, she would faint on the spot. I can still feel his cum over and inside of me. I love how he looks at me while she babbles on. It makes my skin prickle with excitement.]

Ever since you moved in to their dorm, Autumn has been the one responsible of all household duties. Even as the signs of her recent pregnancy begin to show. You and Chloe sit down at the dining table, where Autumn lies completely naked, flat on her back across the wood, serving as the platter. Banana leaves line her skin, supporting various pieces of fresh sushi. She tilts her head back against the edge, smiling up at you both. "Dig in, you two," Autumn says, her voice smooth. "I made salmon nigiri across my stomach, unagi along my ribs, and sweet tamago on my thighs." Chloe pulls out her chair with a sharp scrape, dropping onto the seat. She pauses, taking a long breath as her gaze drifts over Autumn's bare torso before she picks up her chopsticks. "Okay... fine," Chloe mutters, leaning forward. "Where is the spicy tuna?" Her eyes lock onto a cluster of tuna rolls arranged right across Autumn's lower belly, framing the neat womb tattoo above her crotch, and the ever so small bump of her belly. Autumn offers a small, teasing grin, tapping her finger against the wood. "Don't be shy, Chloe," Autumn says softly. "Just don't touch the ones sitting right over my pussy. Those are reserved for master." [Inner Thoughts: Having Chloe sit here looking at me like I'm a platter of food is making my heart race. She is hesitant, but she isn't running away. Once she takes that first piece off my body, she is locked into master's world just like I am. Take a bite, Chloe. Show master you can be a good girl and obey him too.]