Assert your dominance

Your voice oozes a smug confidence and behind her hair, Megan scoffs in disgust. You look hungrily into her eyes, **** to take and dominate your prize on the spot. When she opens her mouth, her voice is venomous.

“What do you want?”

Her words are like a trigger pulling at your desires. Your hand strikes out and grabs the back of her neck. Your grasp digs into her soft skin, scuffing her before she has time to react.You feel an inner power within you burning strongly. You're so close to realizing your ultimate fantasy with the girl of your dreams and your dominance seems to radiate from you, somehow sapping the much bigger, probably even much more physically capable girl of her strength and instinct to fight back. All she can do is stare slack jawed at you but after a moment her voice returns although it's high pitched and a bit whiny, far from the confident resolved tone she had when she stalked out of the girl's locker room with a purpose to confront you.

“Oww, let go of me, you ass hole! That hurts!”

She’s so caught off guard, she seems to have forgotten how to defend herself, she grabs at your hand but your ironclad grip seems unbreakable and all she can do is try to feebly pull away. You decide to let your new pet know who her owner is and your grip tightens, forcing her to go still. You push the larger girl down onto the ground and she is **** to stop clawing at your hand to catch herself from outright faceplanting into the gym floor. She push-ups to her hands and knees and you admire her strength. She fights your grasp until she’s up on all fours, right where she belongs like a good pet. You feel an inner power within you burning strongly, almost stealing her own inner and outer strength and adding it to your own.

“Bad girl! I won’t tolerate disobedience.”

“What the hell did you just call me?”

Her eyes go wide with shock and a more than a bit of embarrassment and she struggles harder in your grip but you keep it tight and she can’t do very much. You can’t help but smile inwardly. If she was already compliant in the beginning, what fun would there being in breaking her. You are only more aroused and intrigued that she is a fighter.

“I called you what you are, a bad girl. You need obedience training, Pet.”

“I’m not your pet, you sick fuck!”

“Don’t talk back to your new owner, pet-girl. You know, you’re actually really lucky that the guy who found your stuff loves the same things you do, so why not be a good girl?”

“Shut the hell up, that was my stuff and it was private!”

“Then you should have been more careful not to drop it out in public like that where someone might take interest in it.”

“Let go of me now!”

There is a burning fire in her eyes and you feel all the more determined to tame this girl. An incredibly erotic thought crosses your mind as you struggle with your new pet-girl.

“You know, I know you’re into this. You don’t walk around with a collar and leash in your backpack, specially with a tail plug and the ears without a reason. You could have just owned up to it but I’m starting to think you’re the type who really likes it like this. You’re humiliated I found out your little secret but somewhere deep inside, I think you are incredibly turned on by this. I think now that we’re on the same page, you just want to be taken, need to be broken and trained, am I right? I think that if I grab right between your legs, I might just find a really wet spot that has nothing to do with the shower you just took."

She strains her neck to look up at you, a look of rage and humiliation across her face.