Yes, you have something else in mind anyway [domination route]

"Don't worry about it. You should take care of the other customers for now, though. I have some important things to say to my friend." you reply.

Gabrielle nods with a bright smile and turns away. There are other things you'd like to do with her and this cute bubbly ass you see waving under her skirt, but later. Right now, you have your eyes on another prize.

"So? What did you want to talk about?" Cara asked in an unconcerned tone.

You face her, all amenity gone from your expression and body language. "I have something I want to confess. And I'd like you to let me talk until I'm done. Are you okay with that?"

She looks surprised, but nods without saying a word.

"Okay, first, I'm jealous of you. You've always had better grades than me since we started college together, and it looks so easy for you. You're popular with teachers and students alike, and to top that you're one of the... no, you're probably the sexiest woman in my life. Do you know how frustrating it can be when the person you consider as your rival is so much better than you that they don't even realise you see them this way, and when this person is also your wildest fantasy? I hope you can imagine the suffering it may cause, and that you are ashamed of yourself for inflicting such feelings to me."

As you talk, you can see her stern look fade away to become progressively more concerned, then sorry and devastated. She's now unable to stand your stare and is looking down at her thighs, blushing and bitting her lips. Not asking her to understand your feelings but to imagine them probably helped a lot blowing her guilt out of proportion, just as you thought. You can't claim victory yet, though, you have a lot of other things to say and you interrupt her as she's about to answer.

"I'm not finished. I think we can both agree that you have to repay me for all the damages you've done?" She nods frantically. You start easing yourself into a devious smile. "Okay, what would you say about becoming my personal cumdump?" She raises her head and looks at you in shock, but quickly avert your gaze unable to stand it. She doesn't answer, which reminds you expected her to remain silent. "You can talk, now."

She lets out a brief sigh of relief and finally declares "I guess I owe it to you for what I've done. I'm so terribly sorry I didn't realise what kind of pain I put you into, and I hope you will find it in yourself to forgive me eventually. Until then, consider this body yours, that's the least I can do."

Your smile widen. "Which means I can fuck you however, wherever and whenever I want, and that no other guy including Jacob can touch you in any way, including platonics one. Do we agree on this?" She bits her lips and blushes even more, before nodding once again. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes, I..."

"Yes Master." you interrupt her. "I want you to always call me Master now, since you're my property. And by the way, I hope you never had any kind of sexual relationship with Jacob or any other guy. I don't just want you to be mine, I want to be the man you were saving yourself for without realising it."

Tears are starting to flow from her eyes, but you realise to your own amazement that at least part of them are tears of joy as a relieved smile appear on her face. "You... You're right. Until now I said to all my boyfriends that I was waiting for mariage, but now I realise I subconsciously knew what I needed and wanted was a confident and authoritarive man to make me entirely his and treat me like a fuckdoll. I'm so, so sorry I didn't understand you were the perfect master for me until now."

You grin like you never grinned. It's almost painfull. "Yes, you're entirely right. You may be a ****, but you're a smart ****." A proud smile appear on her face, but it's tainted by a shyness you never saw in her. You just destroyed this girl's sense of self-worth and confidence in two minutes. "However," you adds, "you should stop talking about yourself in first stance. You should call yourself something like 'Your cheap whore' when talking to me and 'This cheap whore' with everyone else."

"Yes, Master, your cheap whore agree entirely." She part her lips to say something else, but stop herself. You suspect she was about to point out she just thought about it too, but was ultimately afraid to sound pretentious.

Your smirk and point at her clothes. "I don't like your clothes. I hope you're wearing something sexy underneath and are perfectly shaven."

"You... Your cheap whore just shaved her body entirely this morning and decided to wear lingerie on a whim, Master. Maybe she subconsciously knew it would be the day you would claim her as your bitch." she answers with a shy but naughty smile, still avoiding to look at you directly.

"I want to see." you simply state. "Strip to your underwear and bend over the table."

She jumps on her feet and start to undress as if the bench and her clothes had suddenly caught fire, then lean on the tabletop and part her thighs. You get up and walk around the psychology major turned more or less willing **** to stand behind her. She wasn't joking when she talked about lingerie: She's wearing a black lace ensemble made of the bra, slim thong, garterbelt and fishnet stockings. A strange attire to wear under a shirt and blue jeans, to be honest. "Not bad. There's room for improvement, but it's a good start to become a perfect cumdump." you observe, caressing her hips. "From now on you should always wear sexy lingerie, and if it's completed with clothes, you should avoid plain ones like those you just removed. Honestly, I never understood why you didn't pick sexier clothes. I mean, you are naturally beautiful, but you could be even sexier if you took more care of your appearance."

"You're right, Master." she answers hesitantly. "Your useless slut probably thought subconsciously that she shouldn't try to attract male gazes until she found the right one. Which she did without releasing it."

You like where this seems to be going. You unclasp her bra and help her remove it before resuming to her pose. "Hmm... Your tits could be bigger." you notice, cupping them and fondling them. "But I want them to be natural."

She shiverred when you touched them, but didn't try to evade your grip. "They... They are still growing, Master. Your stupid bitch suffers from a rare but unharmful condition which prevented her chest from developping until she reached adulthood."

You blink. Now that she mentions it, you vividly remember her having the flattest chest when you first met her. How come you never paid attention to Cara's progressive breast size increase? Can the retroactive alterations of reality also affect your own mind? You sigh and decide to keep this question for later, you have more pressing matters at hand. "Well, I hope their growth will speed up, if they could be D or E cup by the end of the month it would be fantastic. And it would be lovely if they were abnormally sensitive." Maybe saying it out loud will somehow affect your personal toy's body and make your wish true.

You finally let her breasts go and seize the strings of her thong on both side. "Now, let's see how arousing the situation is to you. I expect a good slut to be wetter than the Titanic." You pull the piece of fabric down and realise it's so soaked in pussy juice its weight has been multiplied by the dozen. Not just the underwear, actually, the liquid pooring from her forbidden cave is flooding her thighs. You also notice that, like she said, her entire body is recently shaven. Her cunt looks smooth as a peach and tight as your father's wallet when you're short on money at the end of the month. You smile at the view and slap her on the butt, which makes her jump and yelp.

"I'd like you to thank your master when he spanks you." you declare, hitting the exact same spot a second time.

"Haaaa! Yes Master! Thank you Master!" she squeals beautifully.

"Now, it's time to pop this cherry." you announce, getting your already erect cock out of your pants. You seize her waist near her garterbelt and plunge your cock inside of her, half of your dick entering with the first thrust thanks to all the lubrification. "I hope you like it roughly!" you grunt.

Her cries would betray how much pleasure she was taking from your penetrations if she was trying to hide it. "Aaaaah! Your dumb whore loves it master!" she screams, waving her hips to help you go deeper and faster inside her vagina.

You slap her ass again. "Louder."

"THANK YOU MASTER! YOUR HORNY BITCH LOVES IT MASTER!"

You grin and increase the speed and strenght of your thrusts, making the table tremble and hit the wall everytime your dick plunges into this moist hole. You suddenly realise how fast you went from cautious experimentation to downright **** of power and exhibition in a family restaurant in the middle of the day. "Gosh, I hope no kid is looking." you whisper. You were so entranched in your own excitement, you completely forgot your surrounding and take a glance around. Most people are looking at you while minding their own business at the same time, but nobody tries to stop you and you don't see any shocked face. Several persons are filming you or taking pics. A guy eating french fries with his phone pointed at you gives you a thumb up, which you return to him before focusing back on your new sextoy.

"I hope you also love showing people what a good whore you are for your master." you say between thrusts and pants.

"This petty slut does, master."

New spank.

"THANK YOU MASTER! THIS PETTY SLUT LOVES BEING SEEN WHEN YOU FUCK HER LIKE THE USELESS WHORE SHE IS MASTER!"

She's learning fast.

When you finally cum inside of her, you continue ramming her pussy for a while emptying yourself in her womb, both of you howling in unison. Once done, you pull out of her and kiss her neck.

"It would be perfect if I just impregnated you."

"It's very possible, Master." she answers, panting heavily. "This dumb whore doesn't take the pill and was in the right time of the month. And she would be honored to carry her master's firstborn."