Hide in her room

As I got to know a few of the people in the halls, I asked around about who the girl was. Her name was Tiffany. She was new here too, rich parents, and I although I knew it already from our prior meeting, everyone I asked reminded me that I had absolutely no chance with her. She had a room in halls just like mine, but hung out with those frat boys most of her time.

There was a party at the frat house tonight. There was no way they’d ever let me in, but I thought I’d use the opportunity to get into Tiffany’s room and wait for her to return.

I’d managed to ask around about what room she was in, as luck would have it, she was in the next floor down from mine.

The night air was cold, I walked out onto the balcony, heart racing for what I was about to do. I was always scared of heights; I couldn’t believe I was about to do it. I closed the balcony door looking down from my 3rd storey balcony, wondering how I was going to get down onto hers.

I looked out over the campus, there was no one around, everyone who was anyone must have been at that party. Maybe if I had a hot ****, I’d be somebody.

The rail was freezing, and when I hooked both legs over it, I was terrified, even though the fall wasn’t that far, it looked really high to me.

I turned and closed my eyes, then pushed back and grabbed the bottom of the rail with both hands, legs dangling beneath me. I stood on top of Tiffany’s balcony with one foot, too scared to let go. I hung there for a while until I eventually pushed my other foot in front, maybe my arms were tired, maybe I got the courage, but I managed to let go, and landed on the balcony with a thud.

What luck, she’d not locked the door.

I went inside, it was pretty much the same as my own room. I sat and waited for a while. She’d not be home for a while, if the party was any good. I thought about what I was going to do when she arrived, would she be alone? I hadn’t thought about if she brought a guy home with her, what if they found me?

It made me consider leaving, but I decided to stay. I could always hide, and wait for the right moment, either to leave or put the collar on her.

I hid under the bed, laying there for a while, I had no idea how long it had been, and I’d fallen asleep, awakened by the door opening and the light cutting across the room.

Tiffany was kissing some guy wearing a letterman jacket. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her sleek legs.

I should have known she’d bring someone back with her, she was the hottest girl on campus after all. I held my breath, trying to stay as quiet as possible as they kissed then undressed. Tomorrow morning was going to be fucking awkward, maybe I could wait for them to leave.

They made their way to the bed, the bed creaked with their thrusting, and they both moaned loudly, the sex lasted a few minutes, then they breathed heavily.

“You should probably go,” Tiffany said after she got her breath back.

“Sure.” The guy got up and started to dress. I couldn’t believe my luck, I only had to wait for him to leave, then I could collar her.

The frat boy got up and dressed.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” he said.

“Sure.”

He left, closing the door behind him, and my heart began to race. I wondered whether to get up right now and wrap the collar around her neck, but what if she fought me off and got away? I’d have to be careful. Maybe I should wait until she fell asleep?

A few minutes passed, and it felt like her breathing had steadied. Maybe she was asleep. I rolled out from under the bed, heart in my fingertips and I took the collar in both hands.

She looked so gorgeous sleeping, the bedsheets covering her naked body, wavy brown hair with the blonde streaks over to one side. She had no idea she was about to become my property.

I walked over to her, collar in my hand, I pressed it to her neck as gently as I could, but her eyes opened. Before she could stir fully, I managed to get her into a bit of a headlock, and before she started to struggle, the collar was already through the buckle.

She screamed, but it was too late, I already had the collar on her.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” she yelled. She grabbed at the collar, but it wasn’t coming undone.

“Making you my ****.”

“No. You can’t do this. Take this thing off, right now.”

Just then, her phone vibrated on her bedside table, and mine did too, in my pocket.

I opened the screen, seeing the message.

Congratulations, you have just registered Tiffany Anderson as your ****. You may control her collar using the app.

There was a tear in Tiffany’s eye as she checked her own phone. I looked at the app, seeing the shock and **** settings. Maybe they’d come in handy if she needed to be disciplined.

“You… you can’t do this, my dad’s a rich man, he’ll—”

I pressed the shock button, only on a low setting, but it was enough to shut her up and hiss.

“Your daddy’s not above the law, and you’re legally my possession now.”