He goes fully submissive

A light lit up in Abigail's eyes as she realized the control she now had over Mike. As with all the other rule changes, she didn't question it. She stood up and moved in front of Mike. This put her large, freely swaying breasts right at his eye-level. She looked down at him with the smile of someone who knows they're in charge.

"As you are aware, I basically own you now," said the girl, making Mike gulp at her authoritative tone. "First of all, when we're at school, you will carry all of my books, and you will stand behind me and wait patiently whenever I'm doing something or talking to anyone."

Mike's cock twitched in his pants. This was going perfectly, it was like he was her servant.

"Second, when you are at home, you will spend as much time as possible studying. Since we have to be in all the same classes, I don't want to get held back because you failed a test. So make sure that you're the best student you can possibly be."

This was less good. She was making his home life pretty dull and boring. It would be better if he could have the treatment he was getting in school all the time. He decided to add another rule. Without really thinking about why, he made it an old rule this time.

Old Rule: Abigail Richards actually owns Mike Brosnon. She can do whatever she wants with him and keeps him near her all the time.

Suddenly, Mike was kneeling on the ground. His first instinct was to find where the notebook had gone since it wasn't on a desk in front of him anymore. He quickly found it tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket. He breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly realized that his jacket and the rest of his clothes were different. Instead of being in the school colors, his whole uniform was gray. Instead of trousers he had on gray shorts, like a very young schoolboy. Plus, the whole outfit was very tight.

Mike looked up to get his bearings. He wasn't far from where he'd been before. Instead of sitting in a desk next to Abigail's desk, he was kneeling right next to her desk. She was sitting again, but someone else was sitting in his desk. It was Maisy Frinks, another very pretty girl in his school.

"So what do you want to do for this drama piece?" asked Maisy.

Abigail put her pencil to her fine lips thoughtfully. "Hmm. Well, one partner has to lead the other. How about you be a dance teacher and I be the student?"

"Excuse me, Abigail," said Mike from the floor. "I thought we were partners?"

Both the girls looked at him like this was the stupidest thing they'd ever heard. Abigail said, "Don't be silly. You're not a student here, you're just my pet! Now be quiet while we work."

Mike was so surprised that he tried to speak again, but he literally couldn't without Abigail's permission. The two girls went back to figuring out their assignment, and he just watched them. Everyone in the class ignored him like he was subhuman, which actually meant that he could openly stare at Abigail and nobody cared. He spent ten minutes just staring at the two hot girls. Mostly, he watched how every move Abigail made caused little jiggles in her large, braless breasts.

The girls actually finished up their scene early and started chatting. Maisy asked, "So, is Samuel coming over tonight?"

Abigail giggled. "No! His parents are going out of town! I'm going to his flat!"

Maisy gave her a knowing look. "Oh, you're bad! Are you going to bring your little pet?"

Abigail shrugged. "Of course. I like getting him to give me a nice foot massage after Samuel gives me a nice fuck."

The girls both giggled, and Mike fought the urge to cum in his short pants.