Rachael wants to plot out their daily path between classes

Naomi expected to be let back inside to clean herself off, and maybe even relieve herself. Naomi was pretty sure she wasn’t a lesbian, but she’d be lying if she said licking Rachael’s pussy didn’t get her hot under the collar. Unfortunately for her, Rachael didn’t seem to have the same idea, instead closing the door and leading Naomi down the hall towards the exit.

“Where are you going Rachael?”

“We are going to check out all of our classes so that we don’t have any issues when they begin.” She said this like it was obvious, without even turning around.

“But my face is still covered in... your fluids.” It felt strange for Naomi to say it out loud.

“Which is why we’re going now, so that you can get used to looking like that.” That didn’t make Naomi any more on bored with the idea. She already was **** to trot around like a slut, the least she could ask for is to be clean.

“Rachael, wait, I-”

“Did you just tell me what to do?” At this Rachael finally stopped walking and turned to face Naomi.

“I... I just need to...”

“What you NEED is to do everything I say. I’m the master here. I don’t know how you haven’t figured it out yet, but until this is all over you don’t have any choice in anything unless I say so. When we are outside MY dorm, you aren’t even a person. You’re a pet. An object. I OWN you. I already gave you the privilege of tasting me, so don’t complain about the end result. If I wanted you clean then you would be.” Rachael put on the angriest face she could muster. In reality she felt terrible having to treat Naomi like this, but if the girl was gonna make it through a semester, she needed to wholly accept her word as absolute. “I’m revoking your speaking privileges again for the next week while we’re outside the dorm, and I plan on coming up with a proper punishment for your insubordination. Now start crawling.”

Naomi was in a strange combination of tears and arousal, but she did as Rachael said, not wanting to risk angering her.

‘An object?’ Naomi thought to herself. That was the part that hurt the worst. She already knew that Rachael had the final say on everything, but Naomi had hoped that her words would be taken into consideration.

Meanwhile, Rachael was drenched from the power trip she got from telling Naomi off. She still felt bad, but not bad enough to plan on letting up. Her only real regret was that Naomi’s tongue was better than her own hands, but she couldn’t grant Naomi that reward after her outburst.

The two of them continued on their way to their classes. It was a rather uneventful walk, people just starring dumbfounded by the sight of Naomi. Most figured she must be enjoying it since she was drenched, both on her head and on her pussy. By now Naomi was growing used to the vibrations of her butt plug. None of the professors were in their classes, much to Rachael’s disappointment. She wanted to introduce herself and Naomi early.