Jake was working on Daniela.  

 

No, that wasn’t quite right.  He wasn’t “working on her”.  He was *training* her.

 

He took every opportunity to ask the beautiful dark-haired girl for small favours.

 

“Oh, Daniela, could you hold that door?” he asked, as he hurried towards the library during lunch.  

 

And she did, and as he passed her he said, “Thank you”, and gave her a smile - and that was all it took for her new fetish to kick in, giving her a burst of pleasure, arousal and psychological satisfaction from the knowledge she had pleased him.

 

The next day he had the good fortune of turning up to school at the same time as her.  He took his schoolbag off his shoulders, looked at her, and said, “This is really heavy.  Would you mind carrying it to my locker for me?”

 

It was an absurd request - Daniela had her own bag, and Jake barely knew her - but she took it from him hesitantly, and when she did he said, “That’s really helpful, thank you,” and the connection he had forged with the Silver Leash activated, and she felt that pleasure and arousal again.  And just like that, she was carrying his schoolbag - just as she would every morning that followed.

 

People looked at her strangely as she did this.  People noticed the gorgeous Puerto Rican girl carrying two bags as average nobody Jake Niles strolled along beside carrying absolutely nothing.

 

And two of those who noticed were Gwen Love, and her boyfriend Isaac.  They didn’t know what they were seeing, but Gwen knew that she didn’t like it.  Daniela was *her* servant - or at least, her family’s servant - and seeing her hanging out with Jake made Gwen suspicious.

 

But for now, she just watched, and scowled.

 

Meanwhile, Jake was discovering that he *liked* being served.  Every time Daniela did as she was told, he felt a throb in his groin.  And beyond that, it felt satisfying - like the way things *should* be.  At night, he masturbated to thoughts of other ways that Daniela might serve him - or, alternatively, to fantasies where it was Amy who obeyed his every whim, or Madison, or the bitches of the Cat Clique…

 

Amy was amused by his work on Daniela.  “Do you enjoy having a maidservant, Jake?” she asked one evening as they walked home together.

 

He looked at her, almost a flinch, expecting her to be jealous - but of course, he had cut that jealousy out of her, at her own insistence, and replaced it with a positive fetish for sharing him.  

 

“I do, actually,” he said, smiling.  

 

“I had a dream, last night,” said Amy, blushing.  “About… you and Daniela.”

 

She didn’t say any more, but Jake immediately understood.  It hadn’t just been a dream - it had been a wet dream.  Amy had been sexually aroused by thinking about him together with Daniela.  

 

He reached out, impulsively, and touched her cheek, turning her face back towards him.  Her lips parted with a look of pure love and desire that almost made him kiss her right then and there.  He would have, were he not so worried about losing control of his power.

 

“Are you okay with this?” he asked her.  He didn’t mean his relationship with Daniela.  He meant her new confusing feelings about him playing with other girls.

 

“Yes,” she said.

 

But then, after a pause:  “You know, I could do those things for you.   Carry your bags… serve you…”

 

Jake felt his cock becoming rock hard, and it took all his willpower not to press his lips against hers and make her his.

 

‘You want to serve me?” he asked.

 

She nodded eagerly, a cute, almost childish jerking of her head.

 

“I want to please you,” she said.

 

He wanted that too.  And this was no fetish that he had given her.  This was all Amy.  He could think of no reason it would be unethical to say no.

 

“Maybe… a beginner task,” he told her.  “I want you to send me a photo every night before bed.  A photo of you.  Something that will make me smile.  Every night.  Can you do that?”

 

And then, partly because he meant it, but also because he worried he had gone too far, he quickly added, “Just seeing your smile would be enough.”

 

But Amy was already nodding again.  “I can do that.  You’d… really want to see that?  Pictures of me?”

 

“Of course!” said Jake.

 

And just like that, Jake had given his first command as a dom.  And that night, Amy sent him a photo.  It was of her, in the loose T-shirt she would be sleeping in, smiling adorably at him.  And her arms were pressing her tits together, under the shirt, in a very enticing way.

 

He sent her a single reply - “Good girl.”

 

And then he masturbated to the picture until he reached orgasm, before falling asleep, dreaming of amy.

 

===

 

He quickly realised that he needed more access to Daniela to progress her training, given that he didn’t share any classes with her.  So the next morning, he tested his control over her. 

 

First, on his way to his locker, he stopped at the toilets.  

 

“Wait here,” he told Daniela, and stepped inside the men’s bathrooms to use the facilities.

 

When he emerged, Daniela was still there, blushing bright red, not quite sure why she was waiting for this boy she barely knew to finish pissing while carrying his school bag.

 

Jake looked at her, smiled, and said, “Good girl.”

 

The look on Daniela’s face was beautiful - a burst of pure pleasure resulting from Jake’s approval, mixed with complete humiliation at the patronising nature of his words.

 

“Come along,” said Jake, as if speaking to a dog, and continued on to the lockers.

 

And once his bag had been stowed there, he turned back to Daniela, and said, “You should come find me every recess and lunch.  I might have more things for you to do for me.”

 

And he walked away, leaving her confused and embarrassed.

 

===

 

Daniela *did* find him at recess - but not quite as he had imagined.

 

Jake had just left math class, and stepped into the school courtyard, when he felt a strong hand grip his collar, and physically *drag* him down a little-used pathway that ultimately led to the gardener’s storage shed.

 

His captor was Daniela, and when they were well out of view of other students and teachers, Daniela pushed him up against a wall - hard - and then kicked him in the balls with her knee.

 

Pain exploded from Jake’s groin.  He made a whining, tortured noise.

 

“Good girl?” spat Daniela.  “Fucking ‘good girl’?  Who the fuck do you think you are?”

 

Jake struggled from breath.

 

“You think I like serving people, Jake?” she said.  “You think I like having to work after school at some rich bitch’s mansion in order to buy food for my family?  Scrubbing their floors, cleaning up after spoiled brats who I *go to school with*?  And then I come to school, and some white boy I don’t even know expects me to hold his schoolbags?  What the *fuck*, Jake?”

 

Jake wheezed something unintelligible, slowly straightening up.

 

“What was that?” she asked.  “Say it again, you pencil-dicked fuck.”

 

“But you do,” he said.  “You *do* like serving me.  Right?”

 

Her face went red.

 

“How do you know that?” she demanded.  “What did you *do* to me?”

 

He couldn’t tell her.  Telling Amy had already been a risk, and Amy *liked* him.

 

“I can tell,” he said.  “I see it in your face.  You like it when you do something for me, and then I approve of it.  I just wanted… to give you that feeling.”

 

She took his hand off him and stared at him.

 

“Thank you,” said Jake.  But he couldn’t help but smile as he said it, because he knew what those words were going to do to her.

 

And yes, the words made her pleased and aroused - but the sight of his smug smile enraged her.  

 

She slapped him.

 

“Ow!” he yelped.  “Fuck!  Stop it!”

 

She raised her hand again - and paused.

 

“Fuck, why do I feel like this?” she asked.  “I want to slap you again - but I also want to stop, because you want me to stop, and I know you’re going to be pleased if I do…”

 

He couldn’t give her any answer to that that wasn’t a lie.

 

“Let’s look at this practically,” said Jake.  “Do you really want me to stop?  Just ignore you, stop talking to you, stop asking you to do things?  You’re okay to give up the way I can make you feel?”

 

“If I can feel like this about you, I can feel it about someone else,” said Daniela.  “Some hot Latino boy, instead of some nothing geek.”  

 

But her voice was uncertain, and Jake knew it was a lie.  The fetish he had given her related specifically to him.  No one else could satisfy her this way.

 

“You really think I’m a nothing geek?” asked Jake, affecting a tone of hurt.

 

She sighed.  “No,” she said.  “You’re… fine.  I mean, like, I don’t know you, really, but I don’t hate you.  Or at least, I didn’t, a week ago.”

 

“Why don’t we maybe just try this?” asked Jake.  “I just give you… opportunities to please me.  Whether you take them or not is up to you.  If it’s not working for you, tell me to fuck off.  But I think you might like it.  I think we might have… found something, you and I.”

 

“Opportunities?” asked Daniela.  “Like what?”

 

“Well, first, I think you should apologise for hurting me,” said Jake.  “Can you do that?”

 

She blushed, and thrust her chin out aggressively.  It made her look pretty. 

 

“Fine,” she said, after a moment.  “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

 

Jake pushed his luck.

 

“I’m sorry I hurt you, *sir*,” he corrected.

 

Her eyes flashed with outrage, and for a moment he thought she was going to kick him in the balls again.  He turned his body defensively.

 

But she yielded.

 

“I’m sorry I hurt you, sir,” she mumbled.

 

He smiled, and reached out, and stroked her cheek gently.

 

“Good girl,” he whispered.

 

And to Jake’s surprise and delight, Daniela literally *moaned* as she heard those words - a sound of pure need and lust.  Judging by her embarrassed expression immediately afterwards, she had clearly surprised even herself.

 

Jake tapped his cheek.  

 

“Now kiss it better,” he said, smiling.

 

Daniela closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.  Then she opened them, leaned forward, and gave Jake a light kiss on the cheek where she had slapped him.

 

Jake reached out and put a hand on the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her hair bringing her closer, forcing her kiss to be harder and longer.  He could smell her perfume, and the scent of her hair, and his wounded cock was hardening now.

 

When he released her, he looked her in the eyes, and again said, “Good girl.”

 

And she shivered - a mixture of pure pleasure, and fear at how she was losing control.

 

And once again, Jake decided to push his luck one step further.

 

“That’s not the only place you hurt, though, Daniela,” he said.  And he pointed downwards.

 

Her eyes followed his motion down - to his groin.

 

Her lip trembled.  Part of her mind was telling her she wasn’t going to do this.  But her cunt was telling her something else.  Her need for his approval was driving her.

 

And so, slowly, she fell to her knees in the disused pathway, and leaned forward, and pressed her lips against the crotch of his school pants, eagerly kissing his erect cock through the fabric, trying to take it into her mouth.

 

He grabbed her head, pulling it against him, grinding his rock-hard dick into her face, using her for his pleasure.  It felt so good - so good….

 

And then he realised that if he didn’t stop this, he risked cumming in his pants - and even if he didn’t, that Daniela was going to leave wet slobber-marks on his pants.

 

With regret, he pushed her away.  But he looked down at her kneeling form, at her confused, desperate face.

 

“Very, *very* good girl,” he told her.

 

And she whimpered - because his praise felt so good that she had to admit to herself that she was going to keep seeking it, no matter how much her rational brain told her she hated submitting.

 

In that moment, her arousal was so strong that he couldn’t help seeing into her a little with his power.  He could see just how wet she was for him, how desperate to serve him.

 

And he saw something else.  She claimed to hate being embarrassed by him - but that was a lie.  When he had left her waiting for him outside the toilets carrying his bag, she had gotten wet - and wetter with every person that stared at her and wondered why she was carrying his schoolbag.  When he had made her call him “sir”, it had driven her wild.

 

And the thought of the whole school *knowing* that she served him - the idea of it becoming common knowledge that she was his slave - absolutely terrified her… but at the same time it was single most erotic thought she had ever had.

 

Jake had worried how Madison would feel about his treatment of Daniela - whether he had gone beyond the bounds of the ethical in recruiting her to their cause.  And he had felt guilty, and been planning to dial it back - there was no reason he needed to humiliate the poor girl in the process, no matter how entertaining it was.

 

But now he could see that a part of her wanted it - wanted it badly - and as far as Jake was concerned, that was his permission.  He would continue to make Daniela blush.  He would make her serve him in public.  Because she would rather die than say it out loud, but at some level it was exactly what she wanted.

 

He stroked her hair as she knelt in front of him.

 

“I think you’d look pretty with your hair in a ponytail,” he told her.  “And I think you’d look hot in high heels.”

 

===

 

The next day Daniela came to school with her hair in a high, sexy ponytail, walking slowly in a pair of 5-inch high heels that she clearly wasn’t used to.

 

And the expression on her face when Jake told her how pretty she looked told him that she was his, now.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)