To her sorority house

After dropping Callie dropped Naomi off at her dorm , she drove over to her sorority house to drop off her deposit for the upcoming social. Waiting inside for her, almost as if she knew she was coming, was the sorority president Rebecca.

Despite her small frame, Rebecca has a massive bitch. She was the one who initially recruited Callie to the sorority. All of the fake niceness turned off the second a guy she liked looked at Rebecca the wrong way.

She was a little too invested in the whole sorority thing. She thought that if she did everything perfectly, she would be rewarded with some sort of crown or something. "Hey Rebecca," Callie said as she walked into the house.

Her eyes narrow for a single second before expanding into a wide fake smile. "Hi Callie, just the person I wanted to see." She said in a shrill voice trying to disguise the malice and hatred boiling underneath. Callie groaned internally, as she turned to face Rebecca.

"What do you want?" Callie asked, her tone was flat and emotionless. Rebecca's face twisted into a scowl as she spoke. "I know you were going out tonight. I want you to cancel your plans." Callie blinked in surprise.

"What?" she asked.

Rebecca's face twisted into a scowl as she spoke. "I want you to cancel your plans. Someone needs to prepare the house for our social on Saturday night."

Callie's eyes narrowed. "I don't have to do anything, I am not your servant."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "You know that you will be the one doing it anyway, so why don't you just do it now and get it over with?"

There was an imperceptible glow to Callie's eyes. She saw Rebecca where she stood, but instead of the prim and strong woman she was, there was a much weaker Rebecca in front of her.

This Rebecca was bound in rope and crying for help. The image made Callie feel strong and powerful. She started to feel a touch of moisture develop in her womanhood.

She had never been dominant before, but it felt good. It felt right. She decided to go along with it. Callie reached out and grabbed Rebecca's hair. She pulled her head back and kissed her roughly. Rebecca struggled, but Callie held on tight. "You're mine now," she said as she pushed her tongue into Rebecca's mouth.

"Earth to Callie?" Rebecca said, snapping her fingers in Callie's face. Callie shook her head in shock. Rebecca was standing there before her in the same pink polo and skirt she had been in before.

"Callie, I need you hear at 8." She said with an obnoxious expectant look.

Callie nodded, still in shock from what she had just seen. "Alright, I will be here at 8." She said.

Rebecca smiled, satisfied with her victory. "Good girl." She said.

Callie walked out of the room, a look of confusion on her face.

What just happened? She wondered. Did she just imagine that? Or did it really happen? Was she being dominant? It was hard to tell, especially when she wasn't even a lesbian. The thought left her mind as soon as it entered as she carried on with her day.