Queen of the school.

You get handed a character folder, which you read and suddenly you are immersed in a world which is described in the folder.

Name: Cristina Loginova
Nationality: Buryat/Soviet
City: Voronezh, Russian SFSR, USSR
Age: 19
Height: 5’10"
Hair:Black
Eyes: Blue
Occupation: University Student of Voronezh State University
Status: Single, Never Married
Sexuality: Homosexual
...Measurements: 33C-23-36

You wake up instantly adopting to the life of Cristina, the university student in an alternate history. You wake to a cold winter morning and bang on the damn radiator, but it refuses to turn on. “I will have to call the damn janitor and tell her to pick her damn ass up!” Suddenly your dorm door opened wide and your Russo-Estonian roommate, Zarina Bazarova, entered with two trays of food, which you demand she brings every morning. “Dobroye utro, Mistress comrade Loginova! Today the cafeteria had omelets today, so I brought that along with the usual porridge and bread and coffee!” She placed the tray on your desk and bowed away, kneeling beside you for her next order.

You got to your feet and strutted your long legs and started to eat the tray of food, which wasn’t too bad for caf food. You swallow the salty omelet, and turn your chair around to face your kneeling roommate, “Hehe you know Zarina it is 2 months today we have met.”

Zarina bowed her head, “I remember Mistress.”

You stand up to emphasis how tall over her you were, “Yes 2 months ago, you came in, shoving your large white breasts in my face, acting like you deserved to be here then some... What did you say, comrade?” You lightly stoke her hair.

She bows her head and meekly states, “... Some skinny Asian Pizda...”

You grab her hair tight and lift her curvy body off the ground slightly, “Yes you called me a rather rude word for vagina, and were very racist. But as a random question what do you think of me now?” You let go and she falls on her hands.

She full on kisses and licks your toes, “You are the most wonderful person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing! I think of you all the time, and I cannot believe that at one time that I hated a Buryat living with me. Now all I can think is how your race must be above the others in this USSR, if the people produce women as perfect as you!”

You lift your feet off and scoff at her submissiveness, but smile at the power you have in your hands. You sit on your bed with your coffee, “Stand up Zarina, and slowly turn completely around.” You rotate your hand around and she follows your command, slowly allowing you to check out your servant. She was a tall girl at 6’0” and was a buxom girl at that. D-cup breasts, curly blonde hair, and had those wide womanly hips you loved, including nice thick thighs and jiggly bum which was amusing to slap. You chuckle as she had completed her 360° spin, “Now take off that shitty sweater, and throw it over here.” She threw it over to you, feeling it, you could tell why she wears it, bloody warm, “It is nice, but what did I say about wearing sexier things!”

Zarina gets to her knees, “I am so sorry but it is so cold, plus what if others see me as embracing such bourgeois ideas of seductions? I need to-” You look from her heaving breasts to her face when she says that, interrupting her by pouring hot coffee on her breasts, “I don’t care that you need something... Stand up!”

She does so and you put your palms over her breasts, gripping them hard, “Who owns these Zarina?”

“You do Mistress.”

You slap her left tit and watch them jiggle, “That’s right, not yours! Now turn around and bend over.” She does just that, sticking her school skirt into your body. You grab a piece of ass and grind your crotch against it, “Now who owns this?”

“You do Mistress Loginova.”

You reach beneath her skirt and felt underneath, you fingered past her underwear to find a wet shaved cunt. “And this Zarina, the essence of your feminity, your womanhood, your power?”

She wimpers, “Mistress Loginova it all belongs to you!”

You slap her ass and jump back on your bed, you wiggle down your underwear, and unclip your bra, leaving you nude with your proud Asian skin tone radiated out, shaming the white girl in front of you, “Tell me then servant, if I own your woman hood, then should I be able to use you for my benefit?”

Zarina nods and crawls over to your legs, and kneels, right infront of your glistening cunt.

You put your hand on her head and pushes her down, “Right, it is only logical that superior women make use of lesser women like you. Tools for my pleasure.” You bite your lower lip as she starts to lick your clit, savoring that all the practice she has been doing has paid off, “Therefore gasp I need you to oh find more of these attractive lesser women, fuuuu and bring them to me!”

You push on her head more, “Mmmm now I want you to say 100 things you lust about me by the time I cum....” You hear her muffle words vibrating through your crotch, and laugh, “Louder!”. You knew you had trained her well enough that she was actually saying words that she did know were true. You get closer to climax, your body gets warmer and warmer and your moans get louder and louder. Getting closer to orgasm, you hiss out your breath as you feel slick girl-cum ooze out onto Zarina’s face. “OH yeah!” You stomp your right foot over and over again before letting out a pleasurable sigh and fall back.

Zarina looks to the ground as you sit back up. You grab her chin and look into her eyes, “Now you are going to grab some scissors and snip that skirt until it is very short, and can barely contain your wide ass, then you are going to leave your blouse purposely undone. I don’t care how cold it is, or even if a guy grabs and molests you because of it. I want it, therefore nothing else matters!”

You pull your underwear on and quickly get ready for the day. In the shower though, you wonder what you should do today?