Send her home, but don't let up.

I waste a little more time that night, looking around on the internet, playing games, reading a little bit for class. I go through the new girls on the app, but there aren't as many 8+ girls as usual tonight. After a few hours I decide that it's time to wrap things up with Freya.

I go to her corner and sit down in front of where she's kneeling. Just for my own amusement, I take out my phone and snap a few pictures of her with her mouth hanging open, glassy eyes, fingers slowly rubbing her pussy lips. She's looking rough, and all the erogenous zones of her body are red and dry from all the rubbing. She's really messed herself up by resisting so long.

"Okay Freya, you can stop masturbating and take out the earbuds now."

She dejectedly pulls the earbuds out and her arms slump to her sides. She stares at the ground in front of me, empty looking.

"How are you feeling, Freya?"

"Like shite," she says in a raspy voice.

"Well that's your own damn fault, and you should accept that all this could have been avoided. You know, you've been edging for a long time. I could ask you if you're ready to beg for my cock yet. But I don't trust you. I want you to really beg, not because you want relief, but because you desperately need my cock. Let me ask you something. Before today, did you think of Caitlin, I mean Prof. Barnes, as a strong, independent woman?"

She nods.

"Did she look like a strong, independent woman today?"

She shakes her head.

"But did she look like she was enjoying herself?"

Freya tries not to answer for a second, but then she nods again.

"Yeah, you should think about that. So here's how it's going to be. I'm going to let you go home now. I'm sure you're really hungry, but from now on, you're not allowed to eat without my permission. So send me a message any time you want to eat. I'm not going to order you to ask nicely, but I'll warn you now that if I say 'no', you can't ask again until the next mealtime. So that means your life depends on me. Your life depends on me, each and every day. Understand?"

Freya nods.

"Good girl. Make sure to hydrate, that's important. Do you still live in a dorm?"

"Yes, I have a single," she says.

"That's very good! That means you don't have to worry about freaking out a roommate. So here's your new routine. You're never going to class again. You're never going to a part time job or anything else again. You're not a person, I own you, you know that, and that makes you a thing. Things don't have jobs or educations. You're going to sit in your dorm room, masturbating and fantasizing about me, until you beg to be my ****. Then you'll move in here and this corner will be your permanent home. Until then, you'll never tell anyone about me, but you'll make excuses to your family if anyone asks where you are. No more exercising, you lost your rights to that. You can only leave your dorm room to go grocery shopping once a week. Make sure you get enough food to last you the week."

The fear in her eyes tells me she's finally taking this seriously. "You can't fucking make me fantasize about you all day long!"

"Technically, that's true. I can make you physically do things, but I can't make you think things. However, I can lay down some rules. You have to continue edging yourself all day long. That continues until you're not just ready to beg me for sex, but you have to realize what a cunt you've been and beg me to punish you. Watch BDSM porn for at least half the day, because that's what you need to be looking forward to. And yeah, I can't make you think about me. However, if you think about anyone other than me, you have to stop, pinch your nipples as hard as possible, and say, "I love Greg" fifty times before you can resume. I'll even give you some extra incentive. Since your naughty bits are looking so rough, I'll let you stop touching yourself for up to ten minutes an hour just as long as you're imagining my cock inside you for those ten minutes. Aren't I considerate?"

Her pink lips curl up in a snarl as a little of that old resistance reappears.

I get close to her face. "You fucking lit me up with that stun gun, bitch! You stuck a dildo up my ass and tied me to a chair! You deserve all of this, and I'm not letting up on you until you beg me for the punishment you deserve! Now stand up!"

We both stand up.

"One more thing before you leave." I hold up the small dildo. "You know where to put this."

Her eyes go wide. "Do I... I mean, I've never done that-"

"Put it in. Now."

She reluctantly takes the dildo. She reaches behind herself and tenderly pushes it up her ass. The face she makes as she does it might be my favorite face of the weekend.

"The rules for the dildo are the same as for eating. If you need to take it out to poop, you have to send me a message and ask permission. If I don't like the way you ask and I say no, then you can't ask again for two hours. You put it right back in after you've done your business. Got it?"

She nods, looking down at my feet again.

"Also, you've got those other, larger dildos. If you get too accustomed to the little one, switch to a bigger one. Work your way up in sizes to make sure they're never quite comfortable."

She makes a delightful little frustrated moan and shifts from side to side, trying to get comfortable with the dildo up her butt. I know the feeling.

"Okay, that's it for now. Remember to leave your instructional recording on all the time, earbuds when you have to be around other people, playing next to your bed when you're sleeping, all the time. Now get dressed and get out of here."

She gets dressed and gathers up her stuff, minus the stun gun and anything else that might be dangerous. As she's dejectedly walking towards the door, I stop her.

"Hold on, there's something that's been bothering me for two days. Let down your hair."

She undoes her ponytail. her thick, curly red hair flows out, surrounding her pale face.

"Gorgeous! I love red hair! That looks so much better! Leave it down from now on. Okay, that's enough. Get the fuck out of here."

I watch her leave, resisting the urge to slap her ass on the way out. It will be so much better when she's begging me to spank her.

Fifteen minutes later, I get a message from Freya asking if she is allowed to eat. She says "please" so I let her. Aren't I a nice guy?