The following week went much like the previous. We’d spent the evening just… talking. Again, about my interests but this time hers as well. She was dominant, obviously. She had a fetish for younger girls. Like me.

“Have you ever… been… tied up and…?” I asked her hesitantly at some point. She simply laughed and shook her head.

“No. I’m not a slut like you, baby girl. I like to watch girls like you defile yourselves for me, though.”

“Oh. Have you done this with others?”

“A few. I don’t think they compare with you, though. I think you’re special.”

I felt a flood of warmth welling up inside of me. Special. I couldn’t help but smile a little giddily.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she mocked me, teasingly.

After that we cuddled some more and I dozed off. Eventually she drove me home, dropping me off at my dorm. I still smelled of pussy. Not that I cared. She kept the collar, of course. I was a little disappointed, but only a little.  It would be hard to explain to my roomie or any of my friends.    

The next day she sent the video she’d taken. It wasn’t unexpected. In fact I was anticipating it, hoping she would. I actually wanted to watch me degrade myself. That night I went for a walk. It was becoming brisk, which worked in my favor. I wore a knee length coat, buttoning it up and found a secluded spot on campus. A bench behind the library hidden by a small copse of trees. I had discovered it earlier in the quarter and occasionally came here to study in peace and quiet. At least on Sundays when the campus was quiet.  It was perfect for my needs.

Underneath my coat I was wearing a sundress. Easy access, especially since I’d left my panties and bra at the dorm. The coat covered me perfectly and with the sun going down, the light was dim enough to hide what I was doing. Earbuds in my ear, I opened up her email and listened – and watched – myself, from her point of view.  This time, she hadn’t said anything about orgasms, so I felt free to finger myself to my heart’s content. Part of me just wanted to rush it. But… I decided to wait until I had the orgasm in the video. I wanted to come with myself. So I took my time, a little nervous at first. I’d never masturbated in public before, after all. Another first for me, letting myself slowly become overcome by lust as I sloppily played with my clit and fingerfucked myself. At one point I got even more daring and unbuttoned my coat so I could get better access. It was a thrill, hiking up my dress, exposing myself, and feeling the cool air against my wet cunt.

As planned, I came on the bench at almost the exact same time I’d come for Inga. Maybe not as intensely, but it was enough to sate me. At least for today. Tomorrow might be another matter and I was sure that I’d do something like this again, as soon as I could get away with it. In other words, I was hooked. Addicted even. Not just to orgasms, but to Inga. God help me.

The next day it was while Maggie had dinner at the dining hall. It was hurried, but then, I knew how much time I had and how long the video was, so…

I got a text later that evening.

Enjoying your gift?

Yes. Thank you, Miss. I came. Twice. Once on a bench behind the library. Once in my room while my roomie was out.

Naughty little slut.

She added a wink emoji to that one, so I guessed she was okay with it. I’d find out later, I thought.

I came every night that week. Twice more in my room and once in one of the library bathrooms. The top floor was usually less populated and I took a chance, hiding in one of the stalls, one earbud in so I could listen in case anyone joined me. Thankfully, I was able to come in peace.

And then, it was Thursday. I dressed up a little, knowing that I’d see her after class like always. The purple and black plaid skirt I’d picked out and a purple sweater over a along sleeved cotton top. Not wanting to be to obvious, since the skirt was short, I’d worn my coat again, only taking it off near the end of class, as if it had become too warm.  I caught Professor Booth staring at me once or twice. I wasn’t sure if she approved, but she didn’t say anything.  Maybe I was just being paranoid.

As always, I waited a little longer and was not disappointed. She hadn’t dressed up. I hadn’t expected her to. It didn’t matter. I found her breathtaking in jeans and a red hooded coat. And familiar looking boots. Black leather and knee high.

“Hi, Amy,” she said, greeting me casually.

Glancing towards the front of the room, I caught sight of my professor gathering up her notes.

“Hi, Miss,” I replied quietly so that only Inga would hear them.

“Mom’s got a dentist appointment, so I thought I’d take you to lunch instead.”

“Oh.”

I must have looked like a deer caught in headlamps. She laughed.

“Of course, if you’d rather not…?”

“No. Yes. I mean, I’d love to. I…”

“Let me go say hi and then we’ll go. I know a nice quiet place. As long as you like Italian?”

“I do. Sounds nice. Sure,” I managed, the words spilling out of my mouth as fast as I could get them out, my pulse suddenly racing. I felt a sudden dampness in my panties and blushed.

“You’re wet, aren’t you,” she said, knowingly. It wasn’t a question so I just nodded and watched as she had a few words with her mom before returning.

“Sort of like a date, Amy. Don’t you think?”

“I… if you say so?”

She just laughed and paused for a moment to kiss me. Just a small, simple kiss. But it was on the lips and her eyes were open and she was gazing into mine. So much more than a kiss to me.  As I’d said, I was becoming addicted.

She led me out to her car and opened the door for me. It was thoughtful. I buckled up and then we were off.

“Hope you don’t have other plans. About a twenty-minute drive. You don’t mind, do you?”

Not a question. She was taking control and I was letting her. After all, it’s what I wanted.

“I love that you react like that, baby girl.”

“Like what?”

“That you practically wet your panties every time you see me.”

“I don’t,” I object. “Not like that, at least.”

“Never say never. Give it time,” she said, looking over at me, clearly amused. I blushed some more, which made her smile even wider.

“Show me.”

I could have pretended I didn’t understand what she meant, but… I did. My coat was already open so I simply hiked up the hem of my skirt and showed her my panties. They were purple today. I spread my legs a little and gave her a good look at the obvious wet spot on them.

“Thought so.”

“Yeah, well…”

“Plans for the weekend?”

“Not really. Studying. Homework. Brian’s invited me to another frat party. I thought I’d go. Unless a better offer came along?”

“Cute. How’d you like to spend it with me?”

“Yes,” I told her immediately.

“Good. I have to house sit for a friend. Thought it would be fun if you tagged along.”

House sit. I found myself unable to breathe as my thoughts swirled chaotically. Alone with Inga. For the weekend. I felt my pussy gush a little, turning my panties from damp to wet.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I suddenly realized that I hadn’t bothered to put my skirt down yet and my reaction was obvious. Not only that, but the scent of overheated pussy began to fill the car.

“I…”

“What time is your last class over with tomorrow?”

“One.”

“I’ll pick you up at two. Pack a bag. They’ll be gone until early Sunday evening.”

Two days. Me and Inga. I asked the only question I could think of, regretting it as soon as I said it.

“What’s going to happen?”

She grinned, keeping her eyes on the road as she reached over and rested her hand on my bare thigh.

“Guess we’ll just have to find out, baby girl.”

She left it at that, my imagination already swirling. I had no idea how I was going to make it through lunch now. Or even the rest of the drive. Fuck.

*

I did manage to make it through lunch. It helped that I was used to Inga doing most of the talking normally, since I was busy… processing my thoughts.  I’m not even sure what she talked about. Mundane subjects. Nothing important. Nothing about sex, at least. That would have caught my attention. She drove me home afterwards. The meal had been nice. The food was good and I was with her. Eventually I had calmed down enough to be a little more involved. She asked me about my week. I gave her the G-rated version. Classes. Friends. Yes, I had made a few by then. It helped take the edge off, at least for a little while. I knew it wouldn’t last, though. Already, thoughts of what might happen this weekend were beginning to worm their way into my brain. I was suddenly very unsure of myself. Of what might happen. Fantasies were one thing. Acting them out didn’t always turn out the way you wanted them to. I’d learned that from experience.

“Miss?” I began hesitantly.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“This weekend? I might be having second thoughts?”

She chuckled a little and put her hand on my thigh. It felt natural by now. Her touch.

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t. Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to, Amy. Promise.”

“Okay. But if I want it… something might happen?”

“Something could happen, yes.”

I simply nodded, somewhat reassured. Something could happen. The idea excited me, now that I knew I had some control. 

“Okay. Thank you.”

She dropped me off at the dorms, with a reminder to be ready at two. And she kissed me. A nice kiss. A kiss full of promises. A kiss that made my panties wet – wetter – and my pulse flutter. I decided to pack as soon as I got in, putting a lot of thought into what to bring with me and what to wear when she picked me up. I wanted to look my best for her.  I wanted to look desirable. I had a good idea about her tastes by then.

I had a white cotton nightgown with butterflies and flowers on it that I never wore because I thought it looked a little… childish. I chose colorful panties and matching bras as well as the pleated skirts I’d bought recently and some blouses that looked good with them. On impulse, I also packed the see-thru top I’d bought. The idea of wearing it for her excited me. It was so slutty. I thought it would look good with the collar she’d bought for me. If only I had something really sexy to go with it… I glanced at the time. It was early enough to go looking, so I called an Uber and did some shopping, ending up with a pair of black lace panties, a matching bra, a thong, a garter belt, and two pairs of stockings. Not at all practical. That wasn’t the point, though.

Once I got my ‘overnight bag’ ready I went over to the dining hall. I was hoping to have the evening to myself, but no such luck. Maggie was there. I told her I’d be gone for the weekend, which I am sure she appreciated as much as I appreciated my time alone and then went for a walk. I didn’t have a destination in mind. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts for a while and there was a really nice park nearby.

I’d already decided not to come between now and tomorrow. That didn’t mean I couldn’t touch myself a little. Or a lot. I was wearing my coat so it wouldn’t be too hard, as long as I was discreet. And I was.

The next day was torture. I had a hard time paying attention in class. As soon as the last one was over I grabbed a snack and rushed back to my room and changed into one of the skirts I’d brought with me from home that I’d decided was too short to wear out and a halter top. Since my roommate was nowhere to be seen I decided to go sans underwear, since I wouldn’t have to explain my choice. And then I waited…

She arrived a few minutes early so I didn’t have to wait long. She looked me over with a smile of approval and gave me a somewhat chaste kiss.

“You look nice, Amy. Ready?”

I picked up my backpack, took a deep breath, and nodded.

“Ready, Miss.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

Fuck.

The ride over was… interesting. About a thirty-minute drive. This time, there was no small talk.

“You said you liked to be tied up.”

Blushing, I nodded. “The one time I was… yes. I wanted more, but was never brave enough to ask, so I started reading stories. A lot of stories.”

I laughed a little at that. An obsessive amount. That was before I’d accidentally discovered bdsm in one of them. That’s when my obsession… evolved.

“So, not a lot of experience. Don’t worry.  We’ll take it slow.”

“We will?”

Her turn to laugh. “I will, then. You will take it however I decide, baby girl.”

I sucked in my breath, forgetting to breathe for a moment or two, letting it out slowly.

“Okay,” I replied submissively.

“But not a lot of pain.”

“No. I mean, I like my nipples being pinched a little. Nothing extreme. I think?”

“You sound unsure.”

I shrugged. “I guess I don’t really know for sure.”

“Fair enough. We’ll see.”

“We will?”

Glancing over at me, she gave me a cruel smile. I felt my cheeks warm, sure they were a nice healthy shade of pink. And my pulse started racing. Again.

“You can always say ‘no’, Amy.”

“I can?”

She laughed at that, the look in her crystal blue eyes twinkling a little.

“Of course you can. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Oh.”

“I might just steer you a little. Unless you want me to force you?”

I thought about that for a little while, neither of us talking, a mix of 80s synth tunes filling the silence. Something else I’d fantasized about during some of my late-night masturbation sessions…

“Maybe?”

“Maybe,” she repeated, nodding, looking at me again while we paused at a stop light. Not just my face. My chest. I realized that my nipples were on display poking through the thin material of my halter. And that, without any panties on, I was making a mess on my skirt where I was sitting on it. Probably on the seat, too.

“Some girls have forced sex fantasies and are too ashamed to admit it.”

“Oh,” I mumbled, trying to look away, failing. All I could do was stare at her face, and then her hand when she reached over and ran her fingers along the waistband of my skirt.

“I can force you. If you want, baby girl. Is that what you want?” Her voice was suddenly menacing and I felt a shiver in my belly/ Between my thighs as well.

I squirmed in my seat, blushing even harder, finally able to look out the window as the car began moving again.

“Yes or no. The truth.”

"Maybe,” I whispered, squeezing my knees together, feeling trapped. I hadn’t really realized it until now, but the very idea of giving up complete control did something to me. For me…

She simply nodded and kept driving, her hand resting on my lap, absently stroking the material of my skirt and my left thigh beneath it.

“Just something to think about.”

“Okay.”

She changed the subject. Sort of.

“Liz, that’s the owner of the house, has a dungeon.”

“A dungeon?”

“A sex dungeon. The cute little blond girl I showed you the videos of? She belongs to Liz.”

“Oh.”

“She’s a nasty little bondage slut, too.  Just like you, Amy.”

“I’m…”

“Not? Not yet. In your heart, though, you are. Aren’t you?”

“Maybe?”

“No maybes about it, baby girl. No matter how much you deny it, it’s what you are. You may not even know it, but you’ve already made your choice. The moment you got in the car with me. You’re going to let me fuck your needy little cunt. You won’t be able to stop there. Not after I’ve made you come. You won’t be able to stop yourself. I can see it in your eyes when you tell me about your fantasies. I can see it in your eyes now. You want this too much to be able to say no.”

My pussy had been wet before. Now it was soaked. I knew she could smell it. I certainly could. I closed my eyes and pictured myself on hands and knees, her behind me. Using me. Sticking her big plastic cock in my cunt. Fucking me… I knew it was too late to say no. Too late to turn back. I would regret it forever.

“You’re right,” I admitted quietly, my voice trembling.

“I know I am.”

“Inga? Miss?” I could feel a submissiveness that I’d never experienced taking over. I imagined what I must look like. Eyes glazed with lust. Lips parted erotically. Breasts rising and falling with every breath. Squirming as she watched, another red light bringing us to a halt.

“If I can’t… If I chicken out?”

“Yes?”

“I want you to… make me. Force me. Please?”

Her smile turned even crueler as she looked me over and licked her lips slowly, reaching over and cupping my chin with her hand and squeezing gently, forcing me to look into her eyes.

“I plan on it.”

*

The house was nice. Not that it mattered. She opened the front door with a key and let us in.

“Liz left this morning. Let’s get settled before I show you around.”

“Okay,” was the only thing I could think of...