Weiss's room

The road to the ice queen's room lasted an eternity for Yang. What did Weiss mean by being a ****? She couldn't speak seriously. Weiss was not a lesbian ... she was definitely not a lesbian.

"Well here we are, ready to fulfill the bet, ****?" Weiss said as she sat up in bed with a wicked smile.

"Yes, whatever..." Yang replied without moving from the door avoiding eye contact.

"Yang... you better change that attitude. And quickly, because I think Ruby and Blake must have already finished their mission."

Yang shuddered at the thought of being exposed to her sister and Blake.

"You can't be serious..." Yang whispered.

"I am very serious, ****. Now come here." Weiss pointed to the ground at her feet.

Yang, resigned, walked slowly towards Weiss.

"Take off your jacket." Weiss ordered with a smile.

Yang began to remove his jacket as Weiss crossed her legs enjoying the savor of the power she had over her usually trusting partner.

Yang tossed the jacket aside and started to remove her pants when Weiss interrupted her: "Did I say to take off your pants, slut?"

"N... No..." Yang replied embarrassed.

"No what?"

"No... Master" Yang couldn't even look up from the ground.

"Just follow my orders. Do you understand bimbo?"

"Yes, Master."

"Look at me and tell me how much you want to be my fucking ****." Weiss wanted to see defeat in Yang's eyes.

Yang looked into her companion's cold and lustful eyes: "I ... I very much wish to be your ****."

Weiss rolled her eyes: "What little enthusiasm, ****, you are the most enthusiastict in our team and you can only say that? It is a disappointment but I will correct that. On your knees."

With a sigh Yang fell to her knees at the feet of the ice queen.