My classmate turns out to be a dominatrix

Disclaimer: It’s a fictional story.

Hey friends, My name is Prince. I study at an engineering college. I moved to this big city called Gotham. Here, the university is large, and students are well-mannered and more civic.

My class consists of 34 boys and 12 girls. I usually avoid talking with girls. I don’t know how to have a good conversation or how to flirt with them.

There is a girl named Trisha in my class. She always attracts me. I always get dominant vibes from her. And honestly, I prefer dominant girls. I love tomboyish girls who act like strong, independent individuals. Empowered, dominant alpha women are my type.

Trisha usually wears simple blue denim jeans and a black shirt. It’s like a college uniform for her. Her short hair, sharp dark eyes, and muscular body language make me feel super submissive. I feel like kissing her boots and begging her to make me her slave.

When she walks, it feels like a man is walking beside her. She doesn’t care about people staring at her. She lives in her delusional world. Unlike other girls, she doesn’t wear makeup or heels. She wears simple chappal or sports shoes.

And she has more male friends than females. The other boys treat her like a bro. She even talked with me a few times. But maybe because of my shyness, she ignores me.

One day, she was passing by me in the college corridor, and I saw that her shoelaces were open. I told her. She was carrying books and other project stuff in her hands. So she told me to hold that stuff. But instead, my submissive urge kneeled and fixed her shoelaces.

She pats my head and rubs my hair. “Aww… you’re such a sweet boy.” Her sweet voice was killing my loser brain. I wanted to hear more from her, but she left me with a broken desire to serve her more.

After some days passed, we were assigned a group project in class. This time, I was paired with Trisha. OMG, this is like a dream come true. During the lunch hour, I went with scared thoughts and asked for her number. She gave it to me without giving me much attention.

She is a very mischievous girl and makes fun of anyone. She is the most extroverted person I have ever seen. When we found out that she was older than me, she made fun of me. She said that I should address her as ‘Ma’am.’ Her joke struck me and made me hard.

I instantly, with laughter, said, “Yes, ma’am,” and my dick just got erected by just addressing her as ma’am. We slowly began working on the project. She started behaving like a boss and made me do things like bring water for her from the other room.

Doing more work when she is not in the mood. Slowly, we developed a friendship. She was always so calm and composed. She never takes any joke to heart and always pulls others’ legs and jokes around.

She used to bully me once we became good friends. Once, she even told me to massage her legs because she was tired of playing football. I devotedly massage her legs like her maid. She smiled and slept.

One fine day, she asked me about my taste in girls. Whether I’m still a virgin or not, and do I have gf. I couldn’t resist anymore and confessed to her about my like and told her that I love femdom. She smirked and got really happy with my confession.

She was both shocked and happy. She immediately asked me, “Would you like to be my slave?” I felt like I was waiting for this moment in my life. I instantly dropped to my knees and begged her, “Please, ma’am, make me your slave.”

Everyone around us in the cafe started looking at us. She grabbed me and made me sit on the chair. She said, “Okay, okay. From now on, I’m your mistress, your owner, and you are my slave.”

From that day, my dom/sub relationship started with Trisha ma’am. She started bullying me in front of everyone and used to make fun of me. I used to get hard every time when she bullied me. Once, she even made me walk on the campus wearing her long heels. I was really embarrassed.

We explored feet fetish. She used to make me clean her boots whenever she returned home from playing football. Once the boots were cleaned, I used to remove her shocks and lick her feet clean. Her feet are gorgeous, with a white, smooth skin colour.

The image of her feet is imprinted in my brain. I used to pray to her by kneeling in front of her and licking her feet. She used to choke me by inserting her socks into my mouth. I used to sleep on her horse many times. She had strictly instructed me to be naked in her presence in her house.

She made me sleep on the floor in her toilet. In the morning, when she used to clean her teeth, she would spit in my mouth. I started liking the degradation and humiliation she gave it to me.

Slowly, we developed a strong dom-sub relationship. It was common for us to have this new lifestyle. It was like we were born to live like this: she is my mistress, and I’m her sex slave.

She used to make me eat from the pet bowl. I used to navigate in her house by crawling. After some months had passed, she made me wear a dog collar and attached a leash. Now, in the house, she used to walk with me, and I used to walk beside her like a dog.

She grabbed my collar leash and walked everywhere in the house. Sometimes, she uses me as a pony and sits on my back. I used to give her a ride whenever she wanted me. She loved dominating me, and I loved serving her. It felt like separate love made for this type of relationship.

Whenever she walked in jeans, I used to get more hard as her body was so superior. One fine day, she told me to lick her naked ass and kiss her. She knows that I love ass worship.

I literally licked her ass like it’s the most favourite thing in the world. She then started making me lick her sweaty and dirty ass. I used to love it.

Thank you for reading my story, dear readers. If you want to contact me, you can email me at [email protected]. Thanks.