No, that's tomorrows problem, don't think about it just try to relax

You arrive back at your room and sit down in front of your laptop and **** yourself to focus on some anatomy. It was the only subject you weren't certain of and you know you needed to brush up a little on muscle and bone names.

You stare at your notes for a while, you concentrate and things are going well for about 30 minutes but then gradually you just start to feel your eyes get tired. Slowly but surely you start feeling sleepy and your awful night of sleep is coming back to get you. You close down the laptop and just give yourself permission to take a short nap. You lay down and almost instantly you're out. You awaken a while later and after the initial panic of not knowing the time you reach over and grab your phone.

“A text from Ellen? Wonder what she wants?” You open the message a little confused.

EF: Heyyy just a message cause we haven't been able to get through to Scarlett. Her pictures have come back and we are totes running her in our upcoming promo on the website.

ID: No worries, I'll let her know.

EF: She also mentioned you were coming down on Friday night. Apparently this week has been something of a struggle???

“SHE DID WHAT!?” your calm and relaxed manner was gone instantly, you were moments away from calling Scarlett and blowing up but there was a chance she'd done nothing and Ellen had simply talked to Miho about how Scarlett bought a chastity belt or something like that. Either way you were going to hold your temper and not give Ellen the satisfaction of reacting.

ID: Yeah you know, getting close to exams and everything its all stressful.

EF: Yeah, seems rough.

EF:

Blank message? Oh wait something's loading...?

EF: Oops soz, hope I didn't make your week tougher.

The picture finishes loading “Mmmm fucking slut of course she's got photos like this lying around and doesn't care who sees.” It was getting a lot tougher but you **** yourself again to not lose your shit.

ID: Not at all, I was struggling a little but one look at your gaping maw and I've suddenly lost all sexual urges. Now its going to be easier to concentrate on study, thanks :)

You watch the little bubbles that suggest someone's typing appear then disappear multiple times before they eventually just stop. “Haha, fucking bitch.” You're proud of your snarkiness but unfortunately that little interaction had just gotten you quite riled up and even your best efforts to sit in front of a uni textbook were doing nothing to divert your attention.

“Ughh Fuck! I need something to distract me... Fuck it I'm going to the gym. If I'm exhausted and gross maybe I'll I can tire myself out enough that I can just go to sleep.” Wishful thinking if you'd ever heard it but you had to try.

You walk into the gym, throw your headphones on and blast music. You weren't gonna speak to anyone, look at anyone or think about anything, just you and the weights you warm up a little on the treadmill and walk straight towards the line of power racks.

Bad fucking idea, 3 ladies all in a row doing squats, “mmm some fit looking college girl ass clad in lycra hitting some serious depth” You unconsciously lick you lips before panicking, collecting yourself and turning around.

“Okay okay Deadlifts. You head over the a platform and pick up a bar.” You turn to look and unfortunately can't take your eyes off the fantastic ass and legs of the girl next to you currently doing reps.

You watch her do a few reps in those tiny shorts you enjoy wearing (but can't at the moment for obvious reasons) before catching yourself. “FUCK ME pull yourself together for 10 goddamn seconds Isabel!” You rage at yourself internally.

You do your best to refocus and move, somewhere you're less likely to see any women... the free weights area. “Shoulders, Bi's and tri's, let's go beach muscles.”You get over there and it's only sweaty dudes, thank fuck, you breathe a sigh of relief and grab a free bench.

You focus hard and actually feel yourself getting into a nice rhythm. Even though you know you've gotten stronger through the perk and just from working out a lot more this semester you're still impressed with how much your able to lift. You find yourself giving several guys a condescending smirk as you stand next to them and proceed to outlift them.

You get a particularly dirty look from one guy as you out curl him. You make eye contact with him in the mirror and smile, not a flirty smile either but a mean, condescending smile, he should just mentally admit he's your bitch but instead he goes up in weight and grabs the same weight as you, you finish your set and just watch him. Within his first few reps you can see he's just not strong enough, he arches his back, swings his arms and still can barely lift his little wet noodle arms by the fifth rep. You stand up confidently and proceed to complete another set all the while looking him directly in the eyes.

Embarrassed he drops the weights and walks off. As you watch him walk off, you see a pretty young lady approach him. The interaction is brief and clearly he is unhappy as you watch him wave his arms and then storm out. You then watch the confused blonde shake her head and head over the the ab and warm down section looking a little dejected.

You give her another look up and down, she's cute and her boyfriend just got mad at her, shes probably feeling a little unhappy and maybe she could do with a friendly face. You promised yourself you wouldn't do this because you'd only make yourself more frustrated but this was worth it. You felt like there was a difference between being driven to do something because of lust and doing something to dominate and while this was not likely to get you anything it would be fun and you hadn't had much fun this week.

You walk over and put your towel down next to her and start doing some sit ups. After a short time you see her stop and wipe her brow, she looks over at you and you decide to say something. “Hey, you all good, I couldn't hear it but I saw old matey get a bit mad at you before for some reason?”

She sighs “Yeah I'm okay, that's just my boyfriend getting pissy for some reason and taking it out on me. He like really pushed for me to start coming to the gym with him and I thought I was gonna be like a cute thing we did together but he just leaves me once we get here and doesn't want anything to do with me. I've got no idea how most of these machines work. I don't even know how to do any other ab exercises”

“Heh stupid boy. He's lucky I'm currently out of action or I'd take his girl tonight.” that might be a bit of an exaggeration but still, she's giving you all the opportunity you need.

“Yeah it can be a bit rough when you just start. How about a plank you ever done one before.”

“Ugggghhhhh I hate those things, I did so many of them back when I was swimming. Fine I'll do one.”

“Lets try changing it up a little bit.” You talk her through a few changes which involve rotating around every 30 seconds or so and you both struggle through the next 4 minutes or so until she plonks down on the ground.

“Ugh fuck you those things hurt everywhere.” She complains still face down.

“Come on one more exercise, now roll over.” Like a good gym buddy you don't let her take a break and she flips over to see you standing above her.

She looks at you wide eyed, clearly a little intimidated. “Right hands under your lower back and lift your feet up to me. It's time for throw downs. I'm gonna throw your feet down to the ground you have to not let them hit the ground then bring them back up to me.”

Tentatively she brings her legs up and you start gently throwing them down. Once you decide you've been nice for long enough you get a little meaner throwing them to the side a bit. Her top starts to creep up and you watch her abs tense up and struggle as you keep up the pressure. You also see her slim but toned legs working to try to keep her steady. Slowly but surely her she gets more and more shakey until eventually her legs give out.

“Oww, okay okay personal trainer I'm sorry I can't do anymore.” She groans while holding her abs. You extend your arm and give her a hand.

“You did really well, you can tell you've done this kind of stuff before.”

She smiles a little. “Yeah I'm new to gym stuff but I've done swimming pretty much all my life so my core shouldn't be too bad.”

She seems really comfortable so you decide to press on. “Now, your turn for a little ****. Don't be gentle with me.” You shoot her a quick wink before laying down.

As She stands over you you look up and get a great look at how her tight little shorts stick to her ass. You grip her ankles and let her push your legs from side to side.

After a couple its clear she's being a little soft so you decide to up the ante a little. “Come on, I like it a little rougher than that.”

She looks a little taken aback before you see her smile and start trying to throw your legs around a bit more. You squeeze her ankles a bit harder and you feel the muscles in your arms and shoulders tense up.

“Are all swimmers this soft? Come on give it to me.” You immediately feel her try to put more into the pushes.

After about 30 reps you start to feel the strain and by 38 you were done. “Ahhhhhh you got me.”

She sits down next to you. “I got you? Girl you nearly ripped me off the floor. Fuck you've got nice arms, what do I have to do to get definition like you? Seriously fuck my boyfriend's plan you clearly know what works.”

“Have a magic app.” Hmmm no probably not a great idea. “Honestly it's there's not a secret formula or anything. Its diet and intensity and putting together sessions over a period of time. Unfortunately no fast solution.” You lie.

You glance at her and catch her checking out your chest, “God dammit your boyfriend is lucky he won't be losing you tonight...” You know she's yours but unfortunately your going to have to make this a slow burn thing

You move into some stretches and start with an ab stretch, the one where you lift your upper body off the ground but keep your hips down, for some added value you thrust your chest out and pull your shoulders back. You feel a nice stretch through the abs but more importantly you watch this poor girls eyes drift down towards your cleavage.

She quickly shakes her head trying to take her eyes off you, she glances at you and realises you've caught her staring. You see her flush slightly as she tries to ask. “Umm hey, would it be okay if I worked out with you sometime.”

“Of course I feel like there's tons of stuff I could show you. Your boyfriend isn't gonna be too mad is he?” You're looking for a very particular answer which will tell you all you need to know.

“Ugh fuck him, he does nothing for me anyway.” Yup that was it this bitch was yours.

“Haha yeah fuck him off. Add me on insta and DM me when you are at the gym next My name's Isabella Davis.”

“Oh shit I never even introduced myself. I'm Maddison Grove, call me Maddy or Madz.”

“Haha all good Add me and we'll work out. Be warned though if you show up you don't get to bail out halfway through. If you show up you're mine.” You hold her gaze and you watch her shiver a little, she knows what's about to happen.

You intend to ruin her for men forever but unfortunately that can't be tonight. You smile and wave goodbye as you announce that you need to leave, you keep up your confident and in control facade all the way to the exit of the gym and its not until you are around the corner that you're really hit by the wave of desire you've spent the last 20 minutes cultivating.

Its all deep breaths and small steps on the way home from the gym, you pick up your phone several times and see that you have new AMA update notifications. Each time you come a little closer to opening it but you know it would be the straw that breaks the camels back.

You make it back to your room, you sit down on the bed and try to relax. After about 30 seconds you realise this isn't gonna happen, you'd riled yourself up and now you were gonna suffer.

You sigh, you had two options. Option one you sit very still and meditate, restricting yourself to only pure thoughts hoping that you can calm down enough to try to get some sleep. Or you just accept that you aren't gonna calm down and just go mental. Neither option seemed fantastic but you figure you should at least try to calm down and not be a **** to your lust, flex your excellent mental concentration or some bullshit you'd heard before.

“A cold shower, YES!” that's the answer you say to yourself. You grab some clothes, prepared to stay under that shower head for as long as it takes.

You get to the showers and they are empty, “thank god.” You jump into one of the cubicles and quickly strip off or strip down as much as you can before turning on a blast of cold water.

“EEEEPPP.” Turns out cold showers are a lot colder than you remember them.

“Fuuucccckkkkkkk mmeeeeeeeee that's so cold.” You do your best to just breathe through it. It's tough but slowly you calm yourself down to a point where your breathing is almost normal.

You just get your breathing under control when you hear the telltale sound of the door opening. You initially panic before realising that you are in a public bathroom and the sound of someone else coming in is pretty normal. You just need to make sure you're dressed when you leave.

You relax again and sit under the cold water for a while letting all the thoughts of lust and desire slowly ebb away. You hear the person in the cubicle next to you also turn their shower on. You block them out and you actually start to feel like one of those meditating monks that sit under waterfalls. You're actually feeling pretty good about yourself as you throw on some baggy pants and a nice comfy shirt. Your ready to just kick back and relax, you open the door and...

A/note: I just couldnt find a picture of Ophelia rain that fit this sitaution so i may have changed Adelaide's model for this one...

“Fucking bitch...” All that time standing under a fucking cold as fuck shower gone, gone in a fucking second as this fucking bitch stands there looking you dead in the eyes as she pulls her panties up.

“Oh mistress, I had no idea you were there. I was just putting my clothes back on, I'll be done in a second.”She turns around and continues you slowly roll her panties up so they are just covering her wet snatch.

You can actually hear your higher order mental function packing its bags and leaving, it knows the house of cards that you'd been trying to build had toppled down. There was no stopping you now, lust was well and truly in control and this bitch would pay.

Your aura completely changes as stride over to her menacingly. “Why do you look so- Gukk!?”

Her voice is completely cut off as you grab her by the throat and hold her against the wall.

You try your hardest to keep your voice low “I know I've neglected you over the past week and I'm sorry, but you picked the wrong night to wave you sweet little ass around in here. Now you're going to go back to your room and wait for me on you bed. Then your going to pray that I decide to show you some mercy cause at the moment all I want to do is split your loose goth pussy in half. Understand?”

“Yuthhh Musstress.” You release her and watch her grab the rest of her clothes and scurry out.

You feel a little bit bad until you spot the smile on her face. “I'm going to break her...”

The remaining one or two brain cells in your head dedicated to higher order thought are screaming at you to stop, screeching that this isn't actually going to make you feel any better everything will only get worse.

However they are quickly silenced by the lust who seems to only be speaking a very specific mantra, “Destroy her pussy, Destroy her pussy, Destroy her pussy.”

Showing a lot more control than you thought possible in this situation you slowly walk down to your room put on an old pair of jeans along with the bitchbreaker over the top (have to hide the belt after all and no self respecting mistress was going to fuck someone in pyjamas) and walk one door over, slowly inserting the key and turning the knob.

And just like you ordered she is patiently waiting naked, on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. You can see her pussy is glistening, apparently just knowing you were on your way seems to have caused her to leak uncontrollably, she turns to look at your and you see the desperation in her eyes. You have a realisation that its probably a similar look to the one you've been fighting most of the day and you do your best to try to hold a little bit of composure.

“I've been a good girl, mistress, i've been waiting all week but when I saw you going for a shower tonight I just couldn't help myself I knew I needed to... Mmm that's it- Hey wait!? Wha- UUUGGGGGGGHHH PPLLLLLLEEEAASSSEEEE-”

You listen to her start her little villain monologue but you don't care, you have no time for anyone's bullshit. In her eyes there's a look of success as you walk towards her, then lust as she realises you are about to fuck her, then panic as she realises you're not going to be nice. You step up, lining the bitch breaker up with her messy cunt and with no care for her whatsoever attempt to shove all eight inches in.

“Shut up slut.” you grunt as you take one... two... and three good thrusts to completely bury all 8 inches into the former goth princess turned whore.

“Only three thrusts and I wasn't even thrusting hard (you definitely were) your pussy truly has gotten loose.” You settle into a nice rhythm giving her as a good spanking as you drill her.

“Ah fuck, I can't helppp iiiiiitttttt. I tried kegalllsss and they do nothinnnggg I swear.” She cant help but groan and you drill her every few words.

Unfortunately as much as you want to sit here and have cute banter with your **** about her experience doing kegals you don't have the ability to keep your lust at bay. The never ending chant of “Destroy her pussy.” Is getting louder in your head all the time and in turn diminishing your ability to concentrate on anything else.

“OH YES FUCKKKK MEEEEE.” You feel her tense up before she squeals and normally this would be an excellent time to back of a little and make her profess her never ending servitude for you but you just couldn't put together the train of though to be able to do that.

What you are able to do however is grab her hair and reef it back as you spread her legs further before slightly changing your angle to thrust more upward. You pick up your pace as her body tries to relax after cumming.

“Ahhhhh please mistress.” You have no idea what she's even asking for but the look on her face suggests shes getting exactly what she wants so you keep plowing her.

*slap* *slap* *slap* The sounds of your hips slamming into her ass fill the room as you feel her start to twitch. You squeeze her hair extra tight and really drive your plastic cock in hard.

“UUUNNGGGHHHH Miss. Tress. Can. I- ?” She doesnt get the rest of her request out cause you slam her face into the mattress and ride her prone.

You know she's probably just asking for a break or something completely fair but the little control you have over yourself is pretty much all gone. When you started you were already at a dangerous level and now after fucking her to at least two orgasms and receiving nothing but frustration yourself you were beginning to lose all control.

You feel your nostrils flare in anger as you thrust down into the prone slut before you. She's trying to say something but her face is pressed against the mattress and all you can hear are muffled cries. After a short while you watch her body twitch and spasm again and know she is having another orgasm. However you don't care you keep on thrusting steadily getting harder until you're hands are pushing down on her hips and almost your entire weight is behind every thrust.

You lose track of time only growing more frustrated every time you slam into her. After a period of time the body spasms inidicating she is cumming become weaker and eventually its just a small quiver which causes her very red butt to shake.

After one final orgasm where, mercifully you decided to just bury yourself inside her, you cant take it anymore. You don't even bother to pull out you just unclip your strap on harness, leaving the bitchbreaker buried inside her. You take a step back and immediately feel a little bit bad, yes it's probably exactly what she wanted but an important part of the relationship was the back and forth between you and today you'd just used her, not engaged at all and now were tossing her away. Even though she was your **** this didn't feel like a dynamic you really wanted.

The feeling only lasts for a second and then immediately the frustration and the desire were threatening to overwhelm you again. “I....I'm sorry...” you half speak half mumble as you quickly exit the room not even bothering to collect the cock still buried in the goth slut.

You quickly head back to your room and tear off your clothes then put on an old singlet and pants. You turn off the light and just lie on the bed, rather predictably having rough sex has not helped in the slightest just made the whole situation worse. You clench your fists and will yourself to sleep but predictably that is useless so you end up just sitting in the dark watching the clock just like last night.

Eventually you get frustrated with the clock and just rip the plug out of the wall and for the rest of the night you just sit in darkness a ball of anger and frustration.

A/note: Hope everyone had a merry christmas :)

Me a few chapters ago: "i'm gonna try to make chapters a bit shorter"
Also me: "Yes a 4000 word chapter sure lets do it...."