Her new home

It's been a full week since Dakota suffered total humiliation (and arousal if she's being honest) at the hands of Morgan Flair, in the library. To say Dakota was anxious would be an understatement. Every day she worried herself sick thinking this would be the day Morgan exposed The video online and ruined her reputation. But to her shock it never happened. In fact she hadn't even run into the self appointed queen bee of Horizon University.

After a full week without a peep from Morgan and her video, Dakota finally let herself relax. Maybe Morgan had her fun and decided to show her some mercy. It's not like Dakota actually meant to anger Morgan in any way. Maybe Morgan is going to leave her alone since she already made her point.

Looking back Dakota feels like an absolute moron for ever being optimistic.

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LATER THAT DAY

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After another busy day full of long lectures and soul crushing exams, Dakota was finally done with her workload. At least for the weekend. She excitedly made her way home to her dorm. She had an “exciting” week planned, consisting of sleeping in and watching movies.

Unfortunately all her plans (weekend or otherwise) were destroyed when she opened her dorm room door.

On the left side of the room was Maria, her dorm mate. Casually laying on her bed flipping through her phone. That is a pretty normal sight for her room. What wasn't a normal sight however, was Dakota's side of the room. Her side of the dorm was completely stripped bare of all her belongings, leaving only the items that came with the dorm.

Maria looked up as if just now noticing the tall girl's presence, “Oh hey Chica. Glad to see you were able to stop by. I'm going to miss having you as a roommate. I know we never really hung out but still you were pretty cool. And as much as I'll appreciate having my own dorm for the rest of the semester, I really wish you would've given me some kind of warning you were going to move out. I was so confused when the moving guy showed up.” Maria said to her confused former dorm mate.

“Um Maria, What are you talking about?” Dakota said, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Some moving guy showed up and started packing up all your clothes and stuff. At first I thought some guy snuck into our dorm and was robbing us but when I confronted him he showed me this.” Maria handed Dakota a sheet of paper with the University's seal on it.

Dakota quickly read the paper and was shocked by what she saw. According to the paper Dakota decided to remove herself from dorm housing and move to off campus housing instead. Apparently all her moving fees were paid for by her new roommate. The letter was signed by the Dean of the university.

Dakota's head was spinning. She never filed any paperwork to leave the dorms but along with the was copies of paperwork with Dakota's signature. Dakota was sure they must be forged but she didn't see why someone would go through all the trouble just to get her out of the dorms. Or why the Dean would literally sign off on it.

Her train of thoughts were broken by the sounds of Maria rummaging through their desk. She pulled out a small piece of paper and a key. “Here you go Chica. The moving guy said to give this to you. It's a key to your new place and the address. I Google the address while I was waiting for you to get home. It's in the nice part of the neighborhood. Good for you Chica. Moving up in the world I see haha. Eventually you'll have to tell me how you got such a sweet deal. But for now you better head to your new place. I'm sure you want to settle down in your new place and my boyfriend is coming over to help me celebrate getting my own dorm.” Maria said with a wink as she led Dakota out the room and shut the door.

A stunned Dakota could only nod and offer meek commitments to hang out as she was ushered from her former home.

She looked at the key and address in her hands And decided that the only way to get any answers was to go check out her new “home”

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One Hour Later

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The drive to the apartment complex was surprisingly serene despite Dakota's growing nerves. She reached the apartment around sundown. Maria wasn't kidding when she said this place was in a great part of the neighborhood. Just one look inside the complex and knew living there would be more expensive than she could ever afford. After admiring the lobby for a moment, Dakota entered the elevator and made her way to the fifth floor as the paper instructed.

It took her a few moments but she finally found the room she was looking for, Room 509. With deep breath she inserted the key and entered.

There were a lot of things that could've caught Dakota's eyes in the apartment. Like the fact it was huge, easily four times as spacious as her dorm. Or the fact that whoever decorated the room clearly liked the color pink. Considering the walls were painted blush pink and most of the furniture were different shades of pink.

None of this is what grabbed Dakota's attention first. What grabbed her attention was in the middle of the spacious room. Morgan Flair casually sitting on the couch rummaging through Dakota's belongings.

Morgan didn't bother to try to stop going through Dakota things or even looking up at the shocked girl when she greeted her. “Bout time you got here. Do you have any idea how bored I've been waiting for you? You'd think losers like you would know better than to keep your superiors waiting.”

It took Dakota a few moments to gather herself enough to speak, “What's going on?” Dakota asked lamely

Morgan finally looked up at her and flashed that mischievous smile that made Dakota feel lightening shot down her spine. “You know, for someone everyone calls smart you're kind of an idiot. Isn't it obvious? I'm not done with you Dakota.”

“We-Well I'm done with you. Why would I live with you after what happened at the library?” Dakota said, trying to gather as much courage as she could. Though her shaky voice and teary eyes probably didn't help her cause.

Morgan couldn't help but laugh at Dakota's attempt to stand up to her. Truthfully a part of her worried she'd get bored of Dakota just because of how naturally submissive the girl is. But even after completely humiliating her in the library the girl is still trying to stand up to her (even if her attempt was a bit pathetic.) With a grin, Morgan clicked some buttons on her phone and shared her phone screen to the television positioned in the corner of the room.

The TV showed an alternate version of the library incident. Morgan edited out all the moments of her threatening Dakota. Instead she stitched together clips of Dakota's **** moans and cumming from a wedgie. With the audio of her calling herself a masochistic slut on loop over the video.

Watching the video, Dakota was completely aware of how the video made her look. She looked like a pathetic pervert who got off by being degraded. No one who watched the video would believe that she was **** into that situation. As far as any viewer could see, she loved every second of it. Any small amount of rebellion in Dakota died when exposed to that video.

Morgan smiled at the Dakota's visible deflation. “I'm guessing even an idiot like you knows what power this video gives me. If I were to spread this video around the school, no one would ever listen to your side of the story. You'd be either isolated or bullied relentlessly. Your life here at Horizon University will be over.”

Dakota tears began to freely fall as she imagined the horrible scenario Morgan was describing.

Morgan smiled. Dakota was already hopeless. Now she just needed to lure the tall masochistic further into her web. “Or you can choose option B.” Morgan said, softening her tone.

These words had the exact effect on Dakota that she had hoped they would. “What's option B?” Dakota asked cautiously.

“Simple, I'll keep this video and your secret slutty side a secret. And in exchange, you'll do whatever I want. You'll live with me and be at my beck and call. You keep me satisfied and I'll keep your secret.” Morgan said casually.

Dakota sat there stunned, unable to speak for a few moments. She knew agreeing to this would lead to a living nightmare. But the alternative wasn't much better. At least if she agreed to Morgan's deal at least she would still be able to continue her education and there was a chance that Morgan would eventually get bored of her and let her go. And as much as Dakota would hate to admit it, a piece of her wants to be dominated by the short bully again.

Even though she was sure she was making a mistake, Dakota answered. “Fine. If it will keep you from destroying my reputation, I'll agree too your terms.” Dakota said defeated

Morgan let out a happy squeal at Dakota's words. Dakota would've thought she looked cute if the circumstance was different. But Morgan's joyful smile quickly reverted back to her malicious smirk. “Not so fast peasant. I want you to prove to me you're even worth keeping as my property. You can start by showing your gratitude for my generosity by getting on your hands and knees and crawling over to me and thanking me.” Morgan leaned back in her seat, clearly enjoying herself.

Dakota didn't even bother trying to argue with the shorter girl. It was clear that Morgan had her completely under her thumb and there was nothing Dakota could do about it. So with a defeated sigh Dakota slowly lowered herself to the floor and began to slowly crawl towards her new roommate. Even though it only took her a few moments to clear the distance between the two, it felt like eternity. But finally she found herself on her knees at Morgan's feet. “Thank you for your generosity Mor-” before Dakota could finish her groveling, she was interrupted by a slap across the face.

“God you really are stupid aren't you Dakota. Obviously you forgot what I told you at the library. Not surprising since a pervert like you was probably paying more attention to my tits than my words.” Morgan slapped Dakota three more times during her speech before grabbing the soft spoken girl's face and forcing her to look up at her. “Now listen clearly, You are far too pathetic to be worthy of addressing me by my name. When we are alone you will refer to me as Mistress. If there are others around us, you can call me Ms. Flair. Is that easy enough for you to understand?”

“Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress. I'm grateful for the mercy you've shown this pathetic loser” Dakota said with a sob.

Dakota's self degrading comments both surprised and delighted Morgan. “That's much better but still not quite enough. Follow me.” Morgan stood up and made her way to a bare looking room with a cheap bed. Dakota followed on her knees, she didn't want to risk upsetting Morgan by standing up. When they arrived in the room, Morgan sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Sit Dakota.“ She ordered.

Dakota obeyed, though she didn't love the fact Morgan was talking to her like she was a trained dog. After sitting beside her tormentor, Morgan repositioned herself so she could settle her sock clad feet on Dakota's lap.

“My feet hurt from walking around campus all day. Be a dear and rub my feet Dakota.” Morgan said with faux sweetness.

Once again Dakota didn't try to resist. She simply followed the mean girl's orders, trying to ignore the nagging part of her brain that hopes she's pleasing her new mistress. She shook those thoughts from her head and instead focused on her task of massaging.

Morgan was on cloud nine. Her plan was working perfectly. It was easy to convince the dean to take Dakota out of the dorms with a lie about being friends and wanting to live together. Dakota gave in to her **** with little resistance. And now she had the gifted student giving her a surprisingly superb foot massage. There was a piece of her that worried she'd lose interest once she finally had Dakota completely at her mercy. After-all, she never had much interest in her past victims after she finished humiliating them. But once again she found herself shocked by how much she enjoyed toying with Dakota. Even now with the taller girl at her mercy, Morgan's mind was flooded with ideas on how she can further play with her new toy. So many ideas that Morgan had to remind herself that she didn't have to rush. After-all, she and Dakota would be spending a lot of quality time together.

Morgan let herself enjoy her massage for awhile before she glanced out the window and realized how late it was getting. As much as she hated cutting her foot rub short she had one more thing she wanted to do before bed. She pulled her foot from Dakota's grasp, causing the submissive girl to jump slightly. Morgan slid behind the nervous girl. Wordlessly Morgan wrapped her legs around Dakota's and **** her legs open. Peeking out underneath Dakota's pulled up skirt were white laced panties. Morgan leaned into the stunned girl's ear and whispered, “Don't be so nervous dear. I just wanted to reward you for serving your queen so well. After-all I'm not so cruel that I wouldn't reward such a good girl.”

Dakota's body shivered as she felt Morgan's words shoot through her. She always dreamed of being called a good girl by a dominant partner. She always been naturally submissive and something about being called a good girl makes her ****. **** for pleasure and **** to please. She didn't know what Morgan had in mind but she couldn't help but be excited.

Morgan hand traced around Dakota's stomach before slowly lowering itself to Dakota's crotch. When she reached Dakota's panty clad pussy she took her time to tease her poor victim. She lightly traced her fingers of the lacy white panties in random patterns. Just enough pressure to pleasure the already **** Dakota but not enough to give an orgasm. An added benefit was because it pressed the fabric more into Dakota's dampening pussy, her excitement was visible on the white panties. The teasing continued for another ten minutes, Morgan almost getting lost in the relaxation. The sensation of gently teasing mix with the soft but constant moans from Dakota had a strangely calming effect on the self appointed queen bee.

Her zen state was interrupted but a **** Dakota, “Please Mistress! Please make your Loser Cum. Please. Please. Please. I promise I'll do whatever you can and serve you as best I can just please let me cum!” Dakota begged in a lust filled tone.

Usually at this point Morgan would tease or go to bed and leave Dakota flustered and unsatisfied. But something about the begging awoke something in Morgan. Without a second thought, Morgan pulled Dakota's panties to the side and plunged her fingers into her newly established submissive. Dakota's moans were instant. Morgan could feel how wet and **** Dakota was but wanted to push her just a little bit farther.

“Okay loser if you are so **** to cum, prove it. I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers. And don't stop til I say” Morgan ordered.

“Yes Mistress Thank you Mistress.” Dakota squealed as she immediately began bouncing. It pleased Morgan to just how easily her newest conquest had taken to being her submissive plaything.

While Dakota desperately bounced and grinded on her fingers, Morgan's mind was swirling. Despite clearly being in control, today was a day of a lot of firsts for Morgan. The first time she decided to keep a plaything instead of just discarding them after having her fun humiliating them. The First time actually pleasuring her plaything. Sure some would get off on her bullying but it wasn't like Morgan cared or something. But once again it was different with Dakota. She wanted to see her cum. She needed to see it.

Luckily she didn't have to wait long. Unbeknownst to her Dakota hasn't cum since that day in the library. Every time she tried to masturbate images of the library incident and she always got too nervous to continue. But those nerves were nowhere to be seen now. Dakota was humping Morgan's finger like a woman possessed. Finally she was rewarded with a mind numbing orgasm. But that didn't slow the introverted nerd down a bit. She continued fucking herself on her bullies fingers. Bouncing again and again. All traces of the normally soft spoken honor student were replaced by this slutty and needy version of herself. Dakota thought about how pathetic she must look and how humiliating this whole situation was but instead of feeling despair, it pushed her to another orgasm.

Dakota's grinding and Bouncing slowed to a crawl. Her mind was a haze and her body was exhausted. She didn't think she could push on any more. Luckily for her, Morgan wasn't leaving that decision up to her.

Watching Dakota fuck herself until she came was fun for Morgan but she wanted more. She wanted to make the girl cum herself. She let the exhausted girl lean more against her and whispered in her ear, “Just relax. I'll take it from here. Just lean back and Mistress will handle everything.” Without bothering to wait for a response, Morgan began pumping her fingers into the **** girl. Her fingers pumped faster and faster as Dakota's weak moans encouraged her more and more. Before long it was clear that Dakota was on the edge of another orgasm. And Morgan knew exactly what it would take to push her off the edge. She pushed Dakota's head so the side of her neck was visible, and with wicked delight gave the weaker girl a love bite slight hickey. This seems to be just enough to push the girl over the edge and into her biggest orgasm of the night.

The pleasure was so great in fact, Dakota immediately collapsed against Morgan after it rocked through her body. Morgan could only chuckle as the sleeping girl slumped against her. Morgan slowly slid herself from under Dakota and laid her down in the bed. After making sure the girl was sleeping soundly, Morgan made her way to her own room.

She couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Her plan worked perfectly. Dakota was hers. Sure not by choice but still. All that mattered was getting what she wanted. And for reasons even she can't explain, she wanted Morgan. And she couldn't wait to reveal the plans she had for her new plaything.

As she imagined her plans, she couldn't help but bring her fingers to her lips. The same fingers that were bringing Dakota to orgasm just moments before. She closed her eyes and sucked on her fingers. She had never tasted another girl before, obviously preferring to be served than serving another but after one taste she knew she'd want to taste Dakota again. She loved how her sweet taste seemed to linger on tongue. The smell of Dakota's arousal still lingered in her nostrils. She fell asleep with a smile on her face and **** wetness between her legs.