Reluctantly

As soon as the words crossed Max's lips, Madeline's face lit up in an array of red and pink. Her face seemed to almost be trying to match the color of her hair as she was briefly left speechless, repeatedly opening and closing her mouth as she tried to come up with an excuse, but knowing what the penalties of refusal were, she felt her hope slowly sink away. Max could actively see the moment where this girl, who had always been such a massive bitch to her, submitted to her will. Nervously Madeline got up, not sure how exactly to get started. Taking the lead, Max lay herself down on her back on the table.

"Get over me."

With a pained sigh, Madeline did so, crawling onto the table until she was over Max, her knees straddling the lesbian's hips and her elbows placed to either side of her chest. Feeling the space between them, in one go, Max grabbed Madeline by her lower back and pulled her down, so she was now laying on top of her. Madeline was fairly light so it wasn't at uncomfortable. Especially as Madeline's naked chest now began to press against her own, her shirt likely having shifted open when she moved to lay down. Max's mind was raging with dirty thoughts, and not wanting to wait a moment longer, she kissed Madeline.

Their lips locked together in a rather sloppy embrace, Madeline's tongue working her very best. It seemed clear she wasn't going to allow some petty grievance to cost her an expulsion. Max's hands meanwhile moved from Madeline's lower back to her ass, firmly squeezing it over the short skirt she was wearing. But she craved more, wanted more. Tightly grabbing the sorority girl's hips, she moved them up just a bit and then in a swift motion, tugged open the zipper of her skirt enough so she could tug it down, leaving Madeline's ass exposed to the open air. Briefly the redhead seemed to recoil from this, but despite both her face heating up and her nipples hardening, she didn't try to resist.

Max's nipples had similarly gotten rock hard, and her shorts were growing drenched as her hands now finally lay on top of the girl's bare ass. Her hands squeezed the firm flesh and before she knew it, Max had pulled her hand up and spanked Madeline, hard. At this she finally recoiled, pulling her head back and letting out an involuntary yelp of pain. Feeling the urge more than ever to exert her power over Madeline she said, with a lustful and devious smile: "Did I tell you to stop?"

Her eyes went wide at this and quickly the former bitchy woman turned back to begin making out with Max. Their make-out session was absolutely heavenly. It had probably lasted for almost two hours as finally, purely from getting her back and ass fondled, spanked and kissed, she felt Madeline's body shake. Madeline was climaxing, from a cuddle and make out sesh. Max couldn't believe it at first as their lips parted and Madeline's voice was one of labored breaths and the occasional gasp for air. To be fair, she had been incredibly close herself, but a dry orgasm was not something she was capable of doing unless she had been saving up for days. But Madeline was, and it was glorious. Max didn't move or say anything until it was over.

Once she felt Madeline had ridden out the wave, she gently stroked the redhead's frazzled hair and moved her head side-to-side a little, as if on the fence on what to give her, a passing or failing grade. After some internal debating, she gently sat the two of them up, Madeline's slit barely obscured by her skirt, which was visibly soaked (though so were her own shorts). Still gently squeezing Madeline's ass, Max finally spoke up.

"Not terrible, but you cumming sadly instantly fails you. It's not very nice to orgasm like that without warning your partner. I won't get you expelled, but let's say as punishment for failing you won't be allowed to cum again until I say so."

Placing a soft kiss on Madeline's nose to add insult to injury, Max got off the desk, flustered beyond her wildest dreams and her shorts and panties completely drenched. She'd have to find a solution for that if she was planning to do anything else like that. First she hurried back to her dorm room, leaving a bewildered Madeline to sit upright on the table as she tried to process what happened. After a brisk stroll, luckily past not too many people, Max had made it back to her dorm. Though she could've written her rules out there, she needed to get out of those uncomfortable shorts first. Dropping them and her soaked panties to the floor, she grabbed a towel, laid it down on her bed and sat down with the Notebook.

Old Rule: Any punishment Max gives cannot be disobeyed in any form unless Max mentally says it's possible to do so.

Old Rule: All excess fluids produced by Max when horny will magically disappear rather than be absorbed by her clothes when it starts to become uncomfortable.

Those would already do wonders, but Max wanted to try something more. Now that she knew the power that lay in her hands, her mind began to go to her wildest dreams, all the things she wanted to do. But she wanted to take things slow, and enjoy it at her own pace. Indulging on all of it at once would take the fun out of it, so she had to measure herself. First things first, she needed to get off, somehow. This gave her a rather wonderful idea. Since the book seemed to likely create people when she created a new role, as had happened with her brief 'state-appointed servant', she decided she may as well dish out some roles of her own. First she wanted a roommate that would provide sexual relief at her beck and call. Currently her dorm room was only half-full, as her previous roomie had dropped out. But who to pick for this new 'playmate'?