You grab your food from the counter and see Phoebe sitting at one of the tables with one of her friends, a redhead and she is trying to flag you down. You give her a quick wave but your attention quickly travels back to your friend . You tell she is bawling and has been since last night. You decide to take the chance and walk towards her. The area is still quite empty so there isn't anyone near you, so you walk up to her ignoring Phoebe’s signals and ask “Can I sit here?”
looks up not realizing you wanted to talk to her until now. Her mascara is still running down the sides of her face as she’s cried many, many tears over the fact you chose a girl whom you have known for a matter of days over one you’ve known your entire life. She finally breaks the silence, “What she doesn’t have total mind control over you yet?”
“Hah,” you chuckle at her comment. “Even while crying so much that you might cause a flood the size of which Noah built an ark, you can still make me laugh."
smirks and then goes back to her sombre state of rejection from the previous night. “Do you really want to sit here,” she asks. “I really think I would rather be alone and besides you've got your lover girl over there. Go sit with her if you want some skank to sit with you."
"Ok... if you're so sure..." You stand up with your plate in your hand.
Then she snaps, "Fine, sit here."
You smile, knowing that she still wants you. "I'm sorry about last night," you say. "I wasn't thinking straight and it seemed like it was a coerced decision that I really had to make. Will you ever forgive me for that ?"
She replies curtly, "Only if you vow to me that you will never, ever to go back to that two-timing, no good bitch or to any other girl."
"OK to the first stipulation," you respond, “But I've got a question, what if we ever want to have a threesome?”
She gasps. “, I would never…” she responds. This causes you to raise your eyebrows to what she said.
“, I know you have lived here for a good two years before I was allowed to come here,” you respond. “I know what you’ve called, texted, e-mail, instant messaged and even told me about on mid-semester and semester breaks. You told me that you’ve had erotic thoughts about girls.
“OK ,” she responds flipping her hair. “I do, but I will pick the girls. I know a lot of them here are as cock hungry as you’ve seen Phoebe and myself have been. Once all these girls get their first good lay, things will calm down again. At least for a while…”
“OK then, a yes it is,” you respond.
"Good, say this if you're serious, repeat what I am about to say, 'I, , hereby pledge myself to , never to sway under any circumstance, and to have as my one and only desire, my whole life. I want to be 's sex-slave, to fuck her whenever she desires, and to do so to the best of my abilities.'"
You just look at her. “You’re serious?”
“Yes I am .”
You realize the only way out of this is to say the pledge that has asked you to recite. You finally decide to and start to recite it after raising your right arm. “I, , hereby pledge myself to , never to sway under any circumstance, and to have as my one and only desire, my whole life. I want to be 's sex-slave, to fuck her whenever she desires, and to do so to the best of my abilities. I want you , I wanna fuck you so bad.”
Phoebe and her redheaded friend get up out of their seats when they see you pledge and get there at the end of it. Phoebe shoots dirty looks at both you and the girl you've just pledged your sex-servitude to.
“What the hell are you doing? I told you that you should never see this bitch over here,” Phoebe asks you with her hands on her hips.
Having had enough of her, stands up to confront Phoebe. “Phoebe, I don’t know what you and your red-haired submissive slut want to do to my best friend and my sex slave but whatever it is, just back off bitch.” You have never seen like this and it gets you all hot. You tap her on her ass and whisper to her that she's made you so hard from that and to grab your hard cock. This sends Phoebe into a rage.
“Listen , my friend is not a slut and she has a name…”
“Yeah my name is Daphne and the only thing you got right was that I am submissive,” the redhead says.
Phoebe just looks at the stunning redhead. “I’ll deal with you later Daphne, but you get off my fuck slave. He only has eyes for me and not some stupid bitch who cried about her best friend that she is in love with and don’t tell me that you are not.”
This sends into a rage. “Phoebe, we both know you are a dominatrix dyke lesbian and that you want only girls here, so cut the shit about being your fuck slave for you and only you. We both know that you will do nothing for him sexually because all you want is pussy and if you have sex with him it will be like fucking a living breathing sex doll for him, and he’ll be thinking of me. And we both know that while I like pussy too, I want nothing more than to become a woman thanks to my best friend and my true love.”
“So that’s what it’s about. You think I am jealous of a guy because he can take away the girls from me,” she asks. There are girls here who'll grow tired of this piece of man meat after getting fucked by him and they'd rather have a sensual, pussy licking and clit rubbing from me and my group of bitches.”
“Oh you mean the welcoming committee of Joanne, Misty and April? They all had sex with another guy named CJ already. They used those handcuffs that you gave them to take advantage of him. So that leaves only you and Daphne as the pure lesbians and we both know if you wanted to, you could turn Daphne into a bisexual just to pleasure guys. She’d suck a guy off in a heartbeat if you told her because of the good submissive slut that she is.”
Daphne is beaming with an idea. “Phoebe, , I've got an idea. Why don’t the two of you just share ?”
Both respond “No he’s mine, he told me so. Didn’t you?”
You look stunned, you’ve gotten hard hearing these two women talk dirty. And now you are expected to speak up on what you think. “Personally,” you start. “Phoebe, I did sense that there was something missing between the two of us and , you had your chance to date me going back to the spring break trips at your house but you didn’t. However, unlike Phoebe, you are not a conniving bitch who would coerce anyone into sex servitude. , I am sorry that I didn’t realize this sooner but I want to be with you and not Phoebe.”
“You have not heard the last from me , ,” Phoebe turns and starts to walk away from the scene. “Daphne, come with me.”
This leaves the two of you alone at your table. There is an awkward silence for a few moments before the two of you start laughing. “So did seeing me so territorial get you all hot and bothered?”
“Yes it did. Can I make up my betrayal in anyway?”
“Yes you can. Let’s head to my room because you have a private lesson in human sexuality,” looks at her watch and then looks back up. “Right now.”
“But don’t we have a class first?”
“Oh please it will be a quickie and after that, tonight I’ll let you pop my cherry.” |