For a moment after she woke up, Lena almost forgot what she’d done. In that brief window of time, everything seemed normal. She felt the warm sun peeking through the blinders of her dorm room, the familiar comfort of her weighted blanket. Nothing felt out of place. She was, at least briefly, at peace.

Then she felt Barbara’s weight shift next to her, and it all came rushing back. Lena clamped a hand over her mouth as her stomach started to twist itself into knots. She felt ashamed enough of how she touched herself while watching her friend suck off that dildo back in the dining hall, but when the hypnotized runner offered her body, Lena found herself agreeing. All it took was for Barbara to giggle, and smile, and squeeze her tits together, and Lena was wrapped around her finger.

The worst part was that Lena actually enjoyed it. She’d had sex once, before she was Lena, but this was different. It was as though the brainwashed bimbo was able to break through all of the years of insecurity and shyness; once they got back to Lena’s dorm room, Barbara practically ripped off Lena’s clothes and made out with her, one hand playing with her hair and the other stroking her dick. Even though she hadn’t been able to orgasm in months – with the hormones she was on, it was often difficult to even get hard – Barbara made her cum three times that night. It was wonderful. And that’s what Lena hated most.

I took advantage of her, Lena thought. Barbara’s not… she’s not Barbara, at least not right now. God, what the fuck was I thinking? I’m not like this, my brain doesn’t just shut down as soon as some hot girl comes onto me. At least, not in that way… She’d had plenty of examples of times she’d gotten tongue-tied by a pretty woman flirting with her, or even just talking to her. She was, at the end of the day, hopelessly gay. But turning into some… gross horndog, that… I don’t do that. I’ve never done that.

Lena carefully lifted up the blanket and rolled out of bed, making sure not to disturb the still-sleeping Barbara. It has to be connected to whatever’s happening on campus. Somehow, it’s affected me too, even without me noticing it… She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and froze. She knew what she looked like all too well. When someone is trans, there’s precious little about their appearance they aren’t aware of.

But when Lena saw herself this morning, something clicked. Somehow, despite her lack of hips and too-broad shoulders and her gut that she always told herself she’d work off, someday, eventually, she looked… good. She couldn’t remember the last time she actually liked seeing her own body in this way. Even when she wasn’t feeling dysphoric, there was usually something in her reflection that never felt right. I still look… I guess “clockable.” I don’t exactly pass, but… She ran a hand along her stomach and sighed. Maybe that’s not so bad.

“Mmmrr…” Barbara stirred, jolting Lena out of her musing. She quickly grabbed her panties and sweatpants off the floor and put them on before Barbara sat up. The other woman opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. “Morning.”

“G-Good m-m-morning!” Lena stammered, flashing a nervous smile of her own.

“Did you have, like…” Barbara yawned and stretched, arching her back to give Lena a perfect view of her breasts. “Fun?”

“U-Um, yeah! I mean, uh, y-yes. Yes, I… did.” Lena kept her eyes on the floor, desperately trying to avoid looking at her guest. “Um, d-did you? H-Have fun, I mean.”

“Mmm… fuck yeah,” Barbara purred, squeezing her breasts and giggling. “Never fucked a trans girl before, but, like… you were super cute.”

“Y-You don’t h-have to say that,” Lena muttered. She reached down and picked up her bra, awkwardly fumbling with it while Barbara lounged on her bed.

“But I mean it. All those little moans and, like, stuff…” Barbara licked her lips as her eyes flicked down to Lena’s legs. “And that cute little cock, too.”

“O-Oh, uh–” Lena turned around, blushing hard as she felt her panties start to strain. God, it didn’t use to get hard so easily… seriously, what the hell is going on around here?

As she kept trying to clasp her bra behind her back, Lena heard Barbara stand up and move closer. Barbara’s hands touched her back, and Lena froze. “Did I, like, say something wrong?” Barbara asked.

“N-No…” Lena sighed. “I… I’m…”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Barbara’s hands pushed Lena’s aside. “You can tell me.”

“Y-You…” Lena took a deep breath. “I sh-shouldn’t have… h-have had sex w-with you. Y-You’re not… th-that coach has–”

“You don’t think I know?” Barbara snapped.

“Wh-What?”

“I know what she’s done to me. I know I used to be, like, smart. And not so horny all the time…” Barbara’s lips touched Lena’s ear, her breath warm. “But I love it. I love being a stupid, slutty bimbo. Her stupid, slutty little bimbo. So don’t you dare try to ‘fix’ me, babe, because I don’t want it.”

Her hand reached around and pulled down Lena’s panties. “And I know, deep down, you don’t either.”

“Oh, f-fuck,” Lena squeaked. “B-Barbara, please–”

“Don’t, like, worry,” Barbara giggled. “I know exactly what you need.” Her hand started to stroke Lena’s shaft, which by now was already leaking precum. “See? I may be dumb, but I got lots of… uh… in-too… whatever.”

Lena bit her lip and silently cursed herself for enjoying this. “D-Don’t… don’t… stop…”

“Don’t stop? Like, you got it!”

“Yes… w-wait, no…” Lena whimpered. “B-Barbara… th-this isn’t… you…”

Barbara rolled her eyes and groaned. “Like, how many times do I gotta tell you, silly? I want to be like this. Maybe it’s not who I, like, was, but it’s who I am now.”

“B-Buh…”

“Stop trying to, like, think so much! Just be a good girl and cum for me!”

“G-Good–” Lena’s eyes shot open as she felt her cock spasm, cum shooting out and splattering on the mirror. She covered her mouth to try and muffle her moans, but it didn’t help much. Eventually, her body calmed down, and Barbara took her hand away from her cock.

“See?” Barbara cooed. “Wasn’t that, like, so much fun?”

“I… I-I guess…” Lena panted. “But, please… j-just go. I n-need you to leave.”

“Huh? Why?” Barbara looked around Lena’s room and frowned. “Do you have, like, a roommate coming over?”

“Do y-you see another bed in here?” Lena replied. “Th-This is the singles dorm.”

“Oh! That’s cool! But, why are you in here and not a, like… doubles dorm?”

“I’m… w-with my anxiety, and, uh…” Lena motioned towards her penis. “M-My parents didn’t want me to sh-share. They’re afraid, of…” Her voice went quiet.

Barbara gasped. “I… I’m sorry.” For the first time in the last few days Lena thought she saw a hint of the old Barbara in her eyes.

“It’s okay,” Lena sighed. “I-I don’t mind it so much. It’s… quiet.”

“Yeah…” Barbara nodded. “I’ll, like… get outta your hair.” She picked up her phone and purse and headed for the door. “I did have fun last night.”

“…So did I,” Lena smiled. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Barbara flung the door open and stepped out into the hall.

“Uh, w-wait, Barbara!” Lena called out, looking down at the floor as the door swung shut with a loud clunk. “You f-forgot your… c-clothes…” Ah, whatever. Not like she was wearing much to begin with, right? And I’m pretty sure the “dress code” part of the student handbook has been basically shredded.

She picked up some of Barbara’s clothes and folded them up. She might come back for them at some point, so… As she picked up the last piece of clothing, however, Lena’s hand froze. It was a bright pink thong, with a somewhat metallic texture. Huh. I would’ve thought she would be going commando by now. Her thumb idly rubbed the fabric as a strange idea began to form in Lena’s mind. No, no way, that’s… gotta be all kinds of unsanitary. Plus, there’s no way I could pull it off. This thing is so thin that you’d see the tape if I tried to tuck, and I can’t exactly let my bits just hang loose, right?

Lena held her skirt down with one hand as she hurried across the quad. She still couldn’t find any of her shirts, but that didn’t bother her as much today. This was such a bad idea. What was I even thinking? I can barely take a step without worrying about someone seeing under my skirt. I never should’ve put–

“Hey, Lena!” a voice called out. Lena spun around and felt her blood run cold. Oh, god. Please, not now…

Morgan waved at her from a couple hundred yards away, tugging on her leash to try and get Elena’s attention. The other woman noticed Lena too, grinning wolfishly in her black leather catsuit.

Lena turned away and started walking even faster. You’re almost there. You can make it, before those kinky psychos catch up and… She felt her cock twitch and shuddered.

“Lena!” Morgan shouted, her voice closer now. Lena heard footsteps behind her. Come on, I’m at the steps, I–

“Freeze,” Elena snapped. Lena stopped dead in her tracks as Elena started laughing, a sound that was at once sickeningly sweet and incredibly threatening. “My, my, my. I knew you were a natural submissive, but this? I haven’t even collared you, and you’re already obeying my commands.”

“I-I… I h-have classes…” Lena murmured, her cheeks turning red. She felt her cock harden and cursed her body for betraying her.

“Oh, please, nobody goes here to learn anymore,” Elena smirked. “We’re all just here to have a good time. And I can show you a really, really good time…”

“N-Not interested.”

Elena rolled her eyes. “Turn around.”

Lena spun on her heels, turning before she even registered what she was doing.

“Mmm…” Elena eyed Lena up and down, paying special attention to her chest. “You are trans, right? I remember Anna mentioning something about that.”

“Y-Yes,” Lena muttered.

“Well, I think your tits look really nice,” Morgan said.

“…Thanks?”

“Oh, don’t mind her,” Elena giggled. “She’s just a little forward, is all.” She reached her hands towards Lena’s chest, but held just a few inches away. “May I?”

Sure, Morgan is “a little forward,” but asking to grope my boobs is totally normal. Lena sighed. “S-Sure.”

“Thank you, pretty girl.” Elena reached out and cupped Lena’s breasts, purring as she ran her thumbs in small circles around her nipples. “Yes, these are beautiful. You should be proud of them, and yet you seem… shy.”

“H-Hard to, um…” Oh, I should not have said “hard” right now. Lena squirmed and drew a shaky breath. “I-I still don’t feel, ah… ‘n-normal,’ I guess.”

“Hm.” Elena pursed her lips. “I can’t say I understand what it’s like to not love your body. But… I hope you can love yours someday.”

“U-Um! Th-Thank you…” Lena laughed nervously. “That’s o-oddly sweet, c-coming from a…”

“Coming from a what?” Morgan asked, glaring at Lena.

“A-A, uh…” Lena swallowed. “D-Domme…”

Elena chuckled. “Does it truly surprise you that a dominant woman like me would be so caring?”

“I-I don’t m-mean it like th-that… Y-You just, um, s-seemed a little… uh…” Lena cast her eyes downward. “Mean.”

“She’s only mean when she wants to be,” Morgan interjected.

“Though, to be fair,” Elena added, “I do want to be quite a lot…” She looked down and noticed something. “Oh, what’s this?” she purred, licking her lips. “I think you’re a little excited, yes?”

Lena gasped. “Oh, sh-shit…” God, of course I’d get an erection right now… “S-Sorry–”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Elena smiled. “Although… may I ask you for something?”

“Huh? Wh-What do you w-want?”

“Well, it’s just that… I haven’t known any trans girls before.” Elena giggled and bit her lip. “May I… see it?”

“S-See…” Lena’s eyes widened. “See it?”

“Your cock, yes.” Elena’s smile widened. “Show it to me, would you?”

Lena couldn’t move. She was wholly unprepared for anything like this, even after the bizarre events of this week. “I-I don’t… w-want t-t-to…”

“Aw, c’mon, Lena,” Morgan laughed, circling behind her. “What’s the matter? Does it look like anyone here cares if you show your stuff?”

“I care!” Lena yelped. “P-Please, just… j-just leave me a-alone!”

Elena grabbed Lena’s chin and held it in place, her eyes burning with indignation. “This is not your decision, pretty girl. It is not your place to deny me what I want.”

As Elena spoke, Morgan reached down and lifted Lena’s skirt, revealing her stiff penis straining against the thong she took from Barbara. When Elena saw it, she gasped, eyes widening and focusing on Lena’s cock. “Goodness… I had no idea a girl like you would have something so daring on under there…”

“N-Not mine,” Lena muttered, praying that she could be anywhere else in the world right now. “B-Borrowed… from Barbara.”

“Oh, I see,” Elena nodded. “This makes more sense for her – at least, who she is now.” Her finger touched Lena’s tip, slowly sliding down her rod towards its base. “But I am curious. Why do you have her panties, Lena?”

“I-I…” Lena swallowed. She tried to come up with something to explain it away, but her mind completely seized up, completely overloaded by everything that was happening to her. “W-We… fucked. L-Last night.”

Elena giggled. “Lucky you! I’ve heard stories about the newly-brainwashed track team. I, of course, have no need for that, but I’m sure it was a very good time.”

“M-Mhm!” Lena groaned as Elena’s fingers touched her hard, throbbing cock, teasing it as it leaked precum into the thin fabric of the thong.

“Was she the one in charge?” Elena asked.

“I-In charge?”

Morgan sighed. “She means, were you the top or the bottom?”

“O-Oh, uh…” Lena blushed. “B-Bottom.”

“I’m not surprised,” Elena chuckled. “You’re very cute, Lena, and quite beautiful.”

“Y-You don’t… h-have to s-say that…”

“But I mean it. Genuinely.” Elena cupped Lena’s chin and smiled warmly. “You are beautiful. And, frankly, you seem like you could be an adorably desperate little slut if you had the right push. But…”

Lena’s eyes widened. “B-But?”

Elena sighed. “Well, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out Barbara was your first time.”

“Wh-Wha–? N-No, that’s not–”

“Don’t lie to me, girl. It’s rude.” Elena pursed her lips. “You were a virgin before last night, were you not?”

Lena cast her eyes downward. “I’ve…”

“Jacking off doesn’t count,” Morgan interjected.

“…Y-Yeah…” Lena sighed. “Barbara was my first… B-But why does that matter? There’s n-nothing wrong with b-being a… y’know…”

“No, of course not,” Elena concurred. “I didn’t mean to suggest anything like that. Let me put it this way, then.” She ran a hand through her hair and stared off into the distance. “You require… nurturing. Like a flower. With the proper cultivation, you can bloom, but… that’s not something I can give you.”

“Wh-Why… not?”

“If I can be blunt?” Elena gestured towards Morgan and laughed. “I’m too damn busy! I have my hands full right now handling all these other girls, I just can’t devote the time you’d need from me. But that’s not your fault.” She placed her hands on Lena’s shoulders, looking deep into the other woman’s eyes. “You deserve someone who can give you all the love and attention you need. And I’m sorry to say, but that’s not me.”

Lena gasped. Wow… I totally underestimated her. She’s a lot more thoughtful about all this than I thought. And… and she’s right. As fun as it’d be to be part of her harem or whatever, it wouldn’t work out. At least, not right now. “Th-Thank you…”

“Hm?” Elena tilted her head to the side. “For what?”

“F-For, uh…” Lena giggled nervously. “Letting me down gently, I-I guess.”

Elena paused for a moment. Then she laughed, pulling Lena in for a hug and pressing her face into her chest. “Oh, you really are sweet! I can tell whoever you end up with is going to love you!”

“I-I hope so,” Lena grunted. I hope she has boobs even half as good as these, though… wait, what am I saying? Ugh, I’m acting like such a horny loser… A-And I know I kinda am one, but still!

“But…” Morgan added, stepping in close and placing a hand on Lena’s ass. “Just because we’re not claiming you doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun, right?”

“So true, Morgan,” Elena purred. “You always were a smart one. Tell me, Lena…” She held the top of Lena’s head and pulled it back, drawing Lena’s face out of her cleavage. “What would you like us to do with you?”

“Oh, fuck,” Lena whimpered. “I-I don’t… I’ve n-never, ah–”

Morgan’s laugh cut Lena’s stammering to a halt. “Miss Elena, I think this poor girl is short-circuiting. She’s in no position to be making decisions.”

“You’re right again,” Elena chuckled. “Maybe it’d be better if we told you what to do, pretty girl?”

Lena’s breath hitched. She could feel her cheeks burning hotter and hotter the longer she spent between the two women. “U-Uh… uh… um… y-yes?”

“Hm? What was that?” Elena asked. “I couldn’t quite make that out.”

“Yes!” Lena shouted. “Y-Yes, um, m-miss Elena!”

“Ah! That’s more like it!” Elena grinned and tightened her grip on Lena’s hair. “Have you ever eaten pussy before, Lena?”

“Uh, n-no…”

“Then I’d be honored to be your first.” Elena turned to Morgan. “And you? What would you like to do with our nervous friend?”

“Hmm…” Morgan tapped her chin, eyeing Lena like she was a piece of meat. “You know, being gay and all, I don’t think I’ve ever really touched a dick before. Might be fun to suck her off, if she’s okay with a first-timer that is.”

“Y-Yes,” Lena squeaked. “yeah, um, th-that’d be good.”

“Then why don’t we all head somewhere more private?” Elena asked. “I’m not sure why you’re so nervous about getting fucked in public, but if you are, then I’m happy to oblige.”

Lena nodded. “Thank you… Miss Elena…”

“Carrie! Hi!” Elena smiled as she stepped into Ms. Robinson’s office.

The teacher’s assistant looked up from her desk and blushed. “M-Miss Elena! Hello! Um, what brings you to my office?”

“Well, I guess the office itself, honestly.” Elena sat down across from Carrie and kicked her boots up on the desk. “I’ve got a girl who wants to fuck, but she’s a bit nervous about doing it out in public. I know Robinson has a class starting soon, so…” She shrugged. “Mind if I borrow it?”

Carrie sighed. “Miss Elena, I… I know you’re my Domme, and I’m meant to be submissive to you, but I’m also Ms. Robinson’s sub. I shouldn’t do anything to make her upset. Besides, you’re still a student here, even if you have got half the campus in your harem.”

Elena pouted. “Carrie, Carrie…” She tutted and stood up, circling around the desk. “I expected better from you. I understand wanting to keep your job, but… well, let’s face it, Robinson is hardly a Domme.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Sure, she puts on a good show. But if anything, she’s clearly a switch. One moment she’s got the flogger out, leaving some nice red marks on your ass, but then the next she’s huffing some girl’s panties and rubbing her cunt.”

“Y-You…” Carrie’s face turned even redder. “Wh-Who told you about that?”

“Word gets around fast here,” Elena smirked. “Especially when I have half the campus in my harem.”

“…Alright, fine,” Carrie huffed, “maybe Ms. Robinson isn’t quite as… Domme-y as you. But so what? Doesn’t mean you can use her office whenever you like.”

“Yes it does.”

“No, it really doesn’t. Look, Elena–”

“Miss Elena.”

“…Miss Elena. No matter how much things change around here, you are a student. There are rules that govern your behavior here, and I’m sorry, but using a professor’s office for a quick fuck goes against them.”

Elena pursed her lips. “So there’s nothing I could offer you to make you change your mind?”

Carrie ran a hand through her hair. “Well… I never said that…”

Elena slapped Carrie across the face. “How dare you.”

“Whoa!” Carrie shouted. “Wh-What are you–”

“You give me this whole lecture about rules,” Elena snarled, “and then turn around and expect me to beg for you? You’re nothing but a small, pathetic woman lording her meager power over others.”

“Y-Yeah? So what does that make you?”

“Your power comes from a title. Mine comes from who I am.” Elena grabbed Carrie’s face and squeezed it hard. “I take what I want, when I want, because other people give it to me. Freely. I offer them pleasure and pain, and they give me all of themselves. Now, go sit by the door and face the wall.”

Carrie mewled. “Y-Yes… Miss Elena…” She tried to rise out of the chair, but Elena held her down.

“Don’t stand,” Elena sneered. “Crawl. Like the bitch you are.”

“Yes, Miss Elena!” Carrie sniffled and sank to her knees. She slowly crawled on all fours over to the door, sitting down and staring straight at the wall.

Elena smirked. “Morgan, Lena, you can come in now.”

The two women hurried inside. Morgan ran up and hugged Elena, laughing hysterically. “Oh, man, that was so fucking hot! You really know how to take control, Miss Elena!”

“Th-That was a little m-mean,” Lena said, shutting the door behind her.

“She wouldn’t give me the room otherwise,” Elena replied. “Sometimes you need to be forceful with someone. Besides, she liked it, didn’t you, Carrie?”

“Y-Yes, Miss Elena,” Carrie whimpered. “I love you so much…”

Lena furrowed her brow. “I-I just… think you d-didn’t have to go that far… i-is all…”

Elena shook her head and tutted. “The more I see of you, the more I can tell we just aren’t a fit for each other. But you’re cute, so I don’t mind having a one-afternoon stand.” She sat down on the desk, unzipping her catsuit. “Lena, come over here.”

“O-Okay…” Lena cautiously stepped over to Elena, feeling more and more nervous by the second. God, even my hands are shaking… I thought after I’d had sex with Barbara, it would be easier, but…

“Alright,” Elena said. “Now, get down on your knees.”

“H-Huh?”

“Well, how else are you going to eat me out?”

“I-I dunno, uh… m-maybe you could, ah, lay d-down?”

Elena furrowed her brow. “Well… yes, that would work, but I would rather stand.”

“Why?” Lena asked innocently.

“Because…” Elena shrugged. “It makes me feel more ‘in charge,’ I suppose.”

“Oh…”

“Actually, Miss Elena,” Morgan interjected, “maybe you should lay down. That’d let Lena stand up, and give me room…” She placed a hand on Lena’s stomach, creeping down towards her crotch. “…to give her some pleasure.”

“Hm…” Elena tapped her chin. “I guess you have a point. Alright, then, you win.” She laid her back down on the desk and sighed. “Whenever you’re ready, Lena.”

Oh, god, we’re really doing this… Lena took a deep breath and stepped closer. Elena’s catsuit was unzipped all the way, exposing her entire torso. Somehow, she looked even more perfect than Lena thought she would – her skin had no blemishes or imperfections to speak of, not even under the unforgiving light of the building’s cheap fluorescents. As she approached the dominatrix, Lena’s eyes slid down to her pussy. She’s already wet… sh-she actually wants me…

Lena’s hand reached up to her chest and squeezed one of her breasts. What am I… doing? Why is it so… so hard, to… think… She felt her cock stiffen as a dazed, lopsided grin spread across her face. Her mind clouded, lost in a haze of lust, as she leaned down and kissed Elena’s clit. Lena gave a slow, sensual lick, and savored the sweet taste of Elena’s cunt.

Soon, the trans girl was eagerly lapping away at Elena’s pussy, moaning and whimpering with a feverish desperation. Elena, for her part, was hardly quiet herself. Lena was obviously inexperienced, but she had passion, and that made up for a lot. Elena gave her instructions – speed up, slow down, focus on that spot – and quickly the two of them were in perfect sync.

Morgan heard a gasp behind her, and turned around to see Carrie watching the show and touching herself. “Hey!” Morgan snapped. “Miss Elena told you to face the fucking wall! You don’t get to watch!”

“B-Buh…” Carrie pouted, but did as she was told, turning her back to the group and continuing to masturbate only to the sounds of Elena’s pleasure.

“That’s right, bitch,” Morgan chuckled. She licked her lips and stepped behind Lena, gently gripping her penis and lightly stroking it. “You like that, Lena?”

Lena nodded, not wanting to take a single second away from Elena’s cunt to answer verbally.

Morgan laughed. “Good slut! Good little dyke. You like that word?”

“Mm!” Lena moaned.

“Thought you would. It suits you.” Morgan stroked faster. She wasn’t used to giving handjobs, but she tried to judge her performance based on Lena’s adorable whimpers and gasps. “You want me to make you cum, don’t you? You wanna cum for Miss Elena, like an obedient, horny little dyke?”

“Yeth!” Lena mewled. She bucked her hips and shuddered, her cock already leaking precum all over Morgan’s hand. She knew she was close. She wanted – no, needed to cum. It was the only thing she could think of, the only thing her sex-drunk mind could comprehend.

“Well, too bad,” Morgan replied as she slowed down, leaving Lena frustratingly close to the edge.

Wh-What?! Why…? Lena mewled, trying to hump Morgan’s hand to bring herself to climax.

“Ah! Sorry, Lena,” Morgan giggled, “but good dykes like you don’t get to cum until Miss Elena does!”

No, that’s… that’s not fair…

Elena grunted and grabbed Lena’s hair, pulling her up. “You heard her, Lena. Make me cum, and then you’ll get your reward. Understand?”

“I…” Lena sighed. “Yes… Miss Elena…”

“Oh?” Elena scoffed. “Are you not happy about this?”

“…No…”

“Well, too fucking bad.” Elena let go of Lena’s hair and sneered. “The door’s right there, Lena. You can leave whenever you want, but you won’t get your orgasm.”

Well, this sucks. I was actually kinda enjoying it for a sec there, but… Ah, whatever. I might as well finish it out. Lena placed her lips against the ones between Elena’s legs and got back to work. Her taste, once sweet and tantalizing, now seemed sour. As turned on as Lena was, she couldn’t help but feel alienated by Elena and Morgan’s actions. It became easier for her to process everything as though it was happening to some other Lena, one who could just shut her brain off and obey without questioning Miss Elena.

Soon, she’d brought the dominatrix to orgasm. Lena felt Elena’s thighs clench around her head and moaned. God, the worst part is that this is really hot. I wish I could just… give in, give up my conscience and be an empty shell for her to fuck. But I can’t. That’s not me, and it never could be.

Elena panted and smiled, looking down at Lena with admiration. “Thank you, my dear. Are you ready for your reward?”

“I-I guess,” Lena muttered.

Elena gave Morgan a nod, and the punk-turned-fucktoy grinned, sliding her hand around Lena’s penis and stroking it. “That’s a good little dyke,” Morgan purred, gently nibbling on Lena’s ear lobe. “See? Told you you’d get a reward. Miss Elena can be cruel, but she knows how to be kind too.”

“Wh-Whatever,” Lena sighed, taking a sharp breath as her cock twitched under Morgan’s touch. “I just wanna get this over with…”

“Hm?” Elena tilted her head to the side. “You’re not enjoying this?”

“Does it look like I am?” Lena snapped. “God, y-you’re just… you’re mean. A-And not always in a fun way, just… mean. And I don’t want to belong to someone like that.”

Elena pursed her lips. She remained silent as Lena glared at her, her face not showing any clear emotion. Lena tried to maintain her angry composure, but as Morgan’s hand continued to work its magic she felt herself crumpling. She whimpered and gasped and moaned, her cock twitching and spasming until she finally came, splattering against the desk and Elena’s shin.

Morgan let go of Lena and licked her fingers. Neither she nor Elena said a word as Lena picked herself up and got dressed. Fucking weirdos. Let them stare at me for all I care.

Finally, as Lena was about to open the door to leave the room, Elena spoke up. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“…Kinda,” Lena replied. “B-But this… you aren’t for me. Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I could tell right away that we weren’t a good fit for each other, there’s no shame in that.” Elena stood up and placed a hand on Lena’s shoulder. “But you do want to submit to someone. I can feel the ache in you. Your body won’t feel right until you’re on your knees with a collar around your neck.”

“I don’t need you to tell me when my body will ‘feel right.’”

Elena gasped. “I-I… didn’t mean it like…” She sighed. “I apologize. But I do wonder who you might go to next. You’ll need someone to fulfill that need.”

Lena swung the door open and slammed it shut behind her. “I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

Lena hesitated with her knuckle just a few inches away from Kasumi’s door. Just knock, she told herself, trying to force her stomach to untie itself from the tight knot it had forced itself into. She’s probably not even home. Knock on her door, wait a couple moments, and leave. Just to say you tried. You can do this.

She took a slow breath and counted to ten in her head. She closed her eyes and heard her hand knock against the hard metallic surface three times.

Lena waited. And waited. As she stood there, hearing nothing from the other side of the door – but it’s hard to hear anything in here, there’s so many people blasting music and… moaning… – she couldn’t tell whether to be disappointed – of course disappointed, I wanted to see her, right? – or relieved.

Finally she turned, away from the door and towards the stairwell, feeling more exposed than ever. Stupid. Stupid. Why did I even come here? What would’ve even happened if she was here? She wouldn’t want me anyway. Who would? She knew that these thoughts weren’t true, that she was starting to spiral into self-loathing like she always did whenever something went wrong, but she didn’t want to pull herself out of it right now. She wanted to wallow in it, feel it seep into her soul and fill it up so she could go back to her dorm and cry it all away, like a cloud letting lose a downpour. She hoped maybe she could drown someone this time.

She was so deep in the clouds that, when the door to the stairwell swung open right in front of her, she didn’t even notice until it had smacked into her nose. “Ah!” she yelped, staggering back and landing against the back wall.

“Oh, crap,” said a woman’s voice, “I’m so sorry! Wait… Lena?”

Lena groaned and opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, genuinely unsure for a moment whether she was really seeing what she was seeing. “K-Ka… Kasumi?”

“Yeah, it’s me!” Kasumi smiled. “Bit of a different look, yeah?”

“Th-That’s, ah… p-putting it mildly…” Lena stared at Kasumi, mouth agape. It was hard to believe that, only a few days ago, Kasumi was a normal, preppy-looking college student. It was even harder to believe that just yesterday she still looked mostly like that, only naked like almost everyone else on campus.

Now, though, Kasumi was almost unrecognizable. Her straight black hair was now shaved on one side, and her unassuming glasses switched out for a more severe, stylish look. She was actually wearing more clothes now than yesterday, but if anything, they only made her look more sexual – a black latex swimsuit top with matching pants, and leather boots that stretched up to her knees, adding what must have been at least six inches to her height.

Kasumi ran a hand along the shaved side of her head and giggled. “I just went to the stylist today. I was kinda nervous about it, but I think it turned out really well! What do you think?”

“It’s, uh…” Lena scratched her head. “Wow.”

“That’s all you have to say? ‘Wow?’”

“W-Well, um, I-I mean–” Lena gulped as Kasumi took a step closer. “I-I just wasn’t e-expecting it! It’s, y’know, uh, r-really different!”

“But is it a good kind of different?” Kasumi asked, narrowing her eyes and stepping even closer, pushing Lena’s back against the wall. “Or a bad kind?”

“I-It’s, uh… g-good!” Lena smiled nervously. “Y-You look, ah, good! Cool!”

Kasumi glared at Lena for a moment. Then her smile broke and she burst into giggles. “Oh, man! Y-You were really freaked out there, that’s hilarious!”

Lena’s cheeks turned red. “I-I wasn’t ‘freaked out,’ I–”

“No, you, totally were! God, I could, like, hear your brain short-circuiting there.” Kasumi wiped a tear from her eye and slowly calmed down. “Ah, that’s fun. I’m gonna enjoy doing that. I had no idea I could get girls all flustered and stuff. Guess that means the makeover was a rousing success!”

“Wh-Whatever,” Lena grumbled. “I w-was just leaving, so–”

“Hang on, now,” Kasumi interrupted, blocking Lena’s path. “Why were you over here? This isn’t your dorm.”

Lena gulped. “I… I-I was, ah… n-nothing.”

Kasumi raised an eyebrow. “Lena, you’re a good kid, but you suck at lying. C’mon, just tell me.”

“I w-wasn’t–”

“Tell me the truth, Lena…” Kasumi suddenly pushed Lena against the wall, eyes glaring down at the shorter woman. “Or I might have to punish you.”

“P-P-Puh-Punish?!” Lena stammered. Oh god oh god why is this happening I can’t handle this help aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Kasumi shuddered, her breath suddenly shaky. “Whoa…” She took a step back and stared down at her own hands, as though she was somehow afraid of them. “What… what was that?”

Lena blinked. “H-Huh?”

“I…” Kasumi looked back at Lena, horrified. “God, I’m so sorry, I… I don’t know why I just did that. I-I didn’t mean to push you, and…” She swallowed. “Did I… I took it too far, didn’t I?”

“Um…” Lena scratched her head. Huh. I guess even when you’re turning into a sexy dominatrix because of some weird spell or mass delusion or… whatever it is, there’s always some part of you that’s still insecure about it. “N-No. No, I don’t think you did.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean…” Lena looked down at the floor. “It was… k-kinda hot.”

Kasumi hummed something noncommittal and sighed. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t, like, hurt you. I guess I saw you getting all flustered and just… got swept up in the moment or something.” She brushed herself off and ran a hand through her hair, flashing a quick smile at Lena. “Well, I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself, Lena.”

As Kasumi turned, Lena reached out and held her hand. “Wait,” she said. “P-Please.”

“Huh?” Kasumi looked at Lena and raised an eyebrow. “What’s–”

“The r-reason I came here was… w-was you.” As soon as she said it, Lena felt a huge weight lift off her chest.

“…Oh, well…” Kasumi shrugged. “We ran into each other, so I guess that worked out, right?”

“I-I didn’t mean that,” Lena continued. “I meant… I-I want to b-be your… your sub.”

“My what?”

“Your sub! Y-You know, like… submissive, s-slave, whatever you and Anna have. I want that. I w-want to… to j-join you.” Lena paused. “I-If you’re, um, o-okay with that.”

Kasumi gasped. “Really?”

“Yes. B-But, um, again, only if y-you–”

“No, I heard that part, it’s just…” Kasumi shrugged. “I dunno, I just never figured you’d be into that. I kinda read you as ace or whatever.”

“W-Well, I guess m-my sex drive can be a l-little…” Lena shook her head. “L-Look, the point is, I really, genuinely want to be with you and Anna.”

“But why? Why me, why not Elena or someone else?”

Lena blushed. “I… I already, um… r-ran into Elena, earlier. W-We both talked, and we think… i-it wouldn’t work with her. I think part of it is… I w-was already friends with you and Anna, b-before all this craziness started. A-And I want that too, not just the sex stuff. Elena is… we h-had fun, and… and god, she’s really hot, but…” She gulped. “N-Not that you’re not h-hot, too! Just, um–”

Kasumi laughed. “Oh, no, I totally get it! Elena’s like a supermodel or something, it’s crazy. I know I’m pretty, but she’s on a whole different level.”

“P-Please don’t sell yourself short! You’re r-really, really gorgeous, Kasumi. I mean it.”

“Aw, don’t make me blush,” Kaumi smiled. “I gotta say, though, if you keep flattering me like this, I might just have to collar you on the spot.”

“C-Collar me?!” Lena shuddered. “Oh, gosh… th-that was a joke, right? You d-don’t have, um, like, any on you?”

“Uh… no?” Kasumi raised an eyebrow. “But, uh, I could order you one if we go through with this.”

“Oh… y-yeah, that makes… sense…” Lena coughed. “Um, s-so… so, uh… wh-what do you think?”

“About you becoming my sub?” Kasumi sighed. “I mean, I’m open to it, but…”

“‘But?’”

“Well, Anna and I never talked about adding more people. I’ve never even thought about being… poly… my brain wants to say ‘polygamy,’ but I think that’s wrong?”

“P-Polyamorous, I think?”

“Yeah, that sounds right. Anyway, I wanna ask her first, y’know?”

Lena scratched her head. “But… a-aren’t you her Domme?”

Kasumi cocked her head to the side. “What does that matter? We’re in this relationship together, so if we’re introducing someone else we should both agree on it. Just because I’m in control in the bedroom doesn’t mean I should control everything between us, right?”

“I…” Lena blinked. “Yeah. Y-Yeah, actually, that’s… that makes sense.”

“So let’s go ask her.” Kasumi beckoned Lena to follow her and strode down towards her dorm room.

Lena furrowed her brow as she trailed behind Kasumi. “I-I knocked on the door earlier, b-but I didn’t hear a-anyone inside.”

“Oh, she’s probably taking a nap,” Kasumi responded. “We had a long night. We were both exhausted by the end of it. I’m basically running entirely on coffee right now.”

“I-I see.”

Kasumi fished her key out of her pocket and opened the door. “Hey, puppy,” she whispered, “you up?”

Lena heard what she thought was an animal whine in response. Once she stepped over the threshold into Kasumi’s room, though, all she could see was Anna laying on a bed. But she wasn’t laying like someone who was trying to sleep; instead, she was curled up on her side. She was also naked, but that was becoming less and less surprising these days.

“Aw, poor thing,” Kasumi pouted, sitting down next to Anna and ruffling her sub’s hair. “You know you don’t have to sleep like a puppy, right?”

Anna nodded and nuzzled Kasumi’s thigh. Lena noticed that she was wearing a collar, which she expected, but she also seemed to be wearing a headband with fake dog ears attached to it. That’s… kinda weird. But I guess “fashionable” has a different meaning now that everyone’s an open pervert.

“So, puppy,” Kasumi continued, “we have a friend with us. Wanna say hi?”

“Aroo?” Anna lifted her head up and peeked over Kasumi’s shoulder. When she locked eyes with Lena, her face lit up. She practically leaped off the bed, tongue hanging out of her mouth, and crawled on all fours towards Lena. “Arf! Arf!”

“What the fuck?!” Lena yelped, staggering back. “A-Anna?”

Anna panted and shook her ass from side to side. She acted exactly like an excitable puppy who was thrilled to see her friend. It would have almost been cute, had Lena been expecting it.

Instead she was just confused and slightly horrified. Lena gulped and looked back at Kasumi. “Wh-Wha… What’s… u-um…”

Kasumi giggled. “Oh, I’m sorry, you hadn’t heard? Anna and I found out we were into petplay.”

“P-Petplay? Is that, l-like, a furry thing?”

“Uh, no? I don’t think so, anyway…” Kasumi rubbed her chin. “Well, I guess there’s some overlap, but that’s not what we’re interested in. We just like the roleplay aspect of it. Isn’t that right, puppy?”

Anna woofed in agreement.

“U-Um… uh… o-okay…” Lena fidgeted nervously. “B-But, ah, I-I don’t think th-that’s for me…”

“Oh, yeah, no worries,” Kasumi said. “You don’t have to act like a dog or whatever if you don’t want to.” She looked down at a confused Anna and chuckled. “Aw, crap! Sorry, puppy, I got so caught up in this I forgot what we came here for. I’m gonna need you to be a people for a little bit, okay?”

“You sure?” Anna asked, still on all fours. “I was just getting into it, Mistress.”

“Well, we’re gonna be talking, pet,” Kasumi smirked, “and you’ll need to say more than just ‘woof.’”

“Alright…” Anna sighed and stood up, stretching out her back and yawning. She looked over at Lena and giggled. “You should’ve seen your face! You were totally freaked out back there!”

Lena picked her jaw up from the floor and laughed nervously. “I-I was just, um, s-surprised… but I’m glad y-you’re not, like, always a puppy. I th-thought for a sec it was another Barbara thing.”

“Oh, god, no,” Anna laughed, “we’re not into the hypnosis stuff. I already get horny enough just pretending to be a dog, I don’t need someone to swing a pocketwatch in front of my face to make me think I am one.”

“G-Good.” Lena breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, this is going better than I thought. These two seem more normal about this whole thing than Elena or Morgan. She leaned against a nearby wall and cleared her throat. “So, um. B-Basically, I want to… join you two. Be a s-sub… submissive, alongside Anna, serving Kasumi.” She paused, expecting some kind of reaction, but the other two women in the room were stone-faced. “I-Is that o-okay?”

Anna shrugged. “I mean, I kinda liked it just being me and Mistress. I thought you weren’t interested in having a big harem like Elena?”

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily call this a ‘harem,’” Kasumi replied. “Honestly, I don’t get the impression that Lena wants exactly what we have anyway.”

“M-Maybe I do,” Lena interjected. “Um… d-depending on what it… is, that you have…”

Kasumi chuckled. “Do you want to be a live-in pet? Completely at my beck and call, always ready and eager to service me?”

“That’s…” Lena blushed. “Th-That sounds like a lot of work…”

“Is it?” Kasumi turned to Anna and lightly scratched her under her chin. “Is it a lot of work, pet?”

“Mmm…” Anna mewled, a dopey grin on her face. “Not for me, but–”

“See? It’s not so hard.” Kasumi pulled her hand away and folded her arms. “Are you sure you’re serious about all this?”

“I-I… I am…” Lena muttered. She felt herself wilting under Kasumi’s words, her old defense mechanisms kicking in. Whenever she started to feel overwhelmed or indecisive, she found herself rolling over and letting someone else decide for her. It was easier to go with the flow than stand up for herself.

“I’m not convinced,” Kasumi continued. “Tell you what, Lena. I’ll give you a simple task, and we’ll see how you feel. Okay?”

Lena gulped. “S-Sure.”

Kasumi pointed at the floor. “Beg.”

“…I-I’m… sorry?”

“Beg.” Kasumi tilted her head towards Anna. “Like she would.”

Lena and Anna exchanged glances with each other. Anna looked… concerned? Lena never had an easy time reading expressions, but she could at least tell the other woman was uneasy with this. And I am too… I’ve never done any roleplay stuff before… She tried to think about how a dog might beg, but her mind was so overwhelmed that it seemed to freeze up on her.

“On your knees,” Kasumi huffed.

“O-Oh, sorry…” God, you’re already fucking this up. How could you be so stupid? It was funny; no matter how overstimulated or anxious Lena was, her mind never seemed to have any trouble telling her how terrible she was. She sank to her knees, still trying to figure out what to do next. I guess… this?

She stuck out her tongue and held her hands up in front of her chest. I look ridiculous. I’m always going to look ridiculous. Who was I trying to fool? They can see all of me like this. Do I even look like a girl?

Kasumi stroked her chin and hummed. “Not bad. How does that feel, puppy?”

“U-Um… uh…” Lena stammered. Idiot. Can’t even talk.

“Mistress…” Anna tried to get Kasumi’s attention, but the Domme was focused on Lena.

“I haven’t taken your words away. Yet.” Kasumi giggled, her laugh seeming biting and venomous in Lena’s head. “Tell me, with your words, how this makes you feel.”

“I-I… I don’t…” All Lena could feel was the rush of warmth rushing to her cheeks and her stomach twisting itself into knots. Go ahead and cry. Embarrass yourself even more. Stupid boy playing pretend–

“Kasumi!” Anna snapped. “That’s enough. Can’t you see how upset she is?” She knelt down next to Lena and held her, not too tightly, and gently stroked the back of her head.

Lena blinked. Why…? What’s she doing? I don’t deserve this. I’m a loser. I don’t deserve her.

“Oh, god,” Kasumi gasped. “Lena, I’m so sorry! I got caught up in the moment, I… I didn’t realize how uncomfortable you really were.”

“Doesn’t m-matter,” Lena muttered.

“Of course it matters!” Anna retorted. “You matter! This is supposed to be fun for all of us. Don’t forget that.”

“B-But…” Lena sniffled. She felt tears welling up. “God, I look so p-pathetic, don’t I?”

“No, you don’t.” Anna brushed Lena’s tears away. “You look beautiful.”

“…Please don’t lie to me…”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes you are!” Lena shouted. “Look at me, I… I’m d-disgusting… and I f-feel like shit, and…” She wrapped her arms around Anna and sobbed. “And I… r-really need this…”

“Lena?” Anna asked. “Are you… okay?”

“Yeah…” Lena sighed. “Just… p-please keep h-holding me…”

“Okay. I won’t let go.”

“I just… I-I think I needed to let that out…” Lena sighed. “I’m s-sorry I took it out on you–”

Anna shushed her and held her tighter. “Don’t apologize for that. I don’t know what it’s like to be in your shoes, but… it sounds like you’ve been going through a lot. And I want to help you.”

“Thanks.” Lena smiled sadly. “And yeah, um… i-it’s been a week.”

“God, right?” Anna chuckled. “I woke up on Monday being weirded out by my roommate, and now I’m wearing a collar and fucking my best friend.” She patted Lena’s back and hummed softly. “Or, maybe my two best friends?”

“Oh, u-um…” Lena blinked. “Wait. You th-think I’m your best friend? O-Or one of them, at least?”

“Huh?” Anna raised an eyebrow. “Well, yeah? Why?”

“I-I just… never realized we were that close.”

“We’re close enough that I’m not freaked out by you wanting to fuck me,” Anna smirked. “Does that put it into perspective?”

Lena gasped and blushed profusely. “Um… y-yes. Very m-much so.”

Kasumi giggled. “Honestly, Lena, I think I’d be fine just teasing you. Your reactions are just so adorable. Don’t you agree, puppy?”

“She is cute when she’s flustered,” Anna grinned. “And you know we’re just doing it for fun, right? We’re not trying to be mean or to make you upset. It’s just fun to watch you blush and try and hide yourself.”

“W-Well, it’s… not… not fun, for m-me.” Lena laughed nervously, feeling a massive weight lift off her chest. They don’t hate me. Thank god they don’t hate me. “But I, um, I-I think I want something a little bit more. But not… all the way? I-I mean, you two have a r-really cool thing here, but I don’t want to be a pet. M-More of a…” She sighed, furrowing her brow and running a hand through her hair. “I dunno. I-I kinda like the idea of, uh, being o-on call?”

“So, you mean you spend most of your time as normal,” Kasumi said, “but when we want to play with you, we just call you over?”

“Yeah… yeah, that sounds nice.” Lena fidgeted and kept her head down. “Does, uh, th-that work for you?”

“I think I can manage that,” Kasumi replied. “Puppy? What about you?”

Anna nodded. “I like it. And if you’re ever busy or not up to it, we won’t force you to come over.”

“Thanks,” Lena smiled. “Seriously, thank you both so much for this.”

Kasumi grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I know a way for you to show your thanks.”

She yanked on Anna’s collar and growled, “Heel.”

Anna yelped and fell to her knees, head bowed, eyes closed. In a split second she had gone from casual conversation to an expression of total devotion and reverence. Lena felt her cock twitch at the sight.

“That’s right,” Kasumi cooed, “good puppy. But I think you’re missing something, no? What’s a puppy without her tail?”

“Arf!” Anna barked excitedly, sticking her tongue out.

“Lena?” Kasumi asked. “Can you open that drawer over there, underneath the towels?”

“U-Um… yes! I mean, y-yes Mistress!” Lena scrambled to her feet and hurried over. She pulled the drawer open and gasped. Inside was a huge collection of sex toys – dildos, floggers, and quite a few things she didn’t even recognize.

She knew what Kasumi was looking for right away, though. At the top of the pile was a fluffy tail attached to a butt plug. Lena picked it up by the furry bit, almost afraid of it. She’s gonna make Anna wear this?

“Ah, I see you’ve found it,” Kasumi smiled, picking up a bottle of lube. “Bring it over.”

Oh, god, is she gonna make me put it in her? Lena gulped and crawled over to Kasumi. She noticed the way Anna’s eyes locked on to the tail with a hunger she’d never seen before.

Kasumi took the tail from Lena and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. Puppy, turn around and spread.”

Anna grinned and twisted around, presenting her ass to her Mistress and spreading her cheeks apart with her hands.

“You can touch yourself if you want,” Kasumi said, looking towards Lena as she applied lube to the anal plug.

“H-Huh?” Lena stammered, still reeling a bit from the kiss. “Oh, um…” She looked down at herself and, hesitantly, squeezed one of her breasts. “L-Like this?”

“Are you asking me how to touch yourself?” Kasumi giggled. “Just do what feels nice. There’s no judgment here.”

“O-Okay…”

“All you need to do,” Kasumi continued, “is sit back… and enjoy.” She placed a hand on the small of Anna’s back and held the tip of the plug to Anna’s hole. “On the count of three, puppy. Ready?”

Anna barked happily.

“One… two… three!” Kasumi slid the anal plug into Anna, eliciting a quiet whine from the submissive. Soon, though, the plug was snugly inserted, the tail falling gently down from Anna’s ass and completing her puppy ensemble. If you can call it one, since it’s just a headband and tail. But it is really hot, so…

“How’s that feel?” Kasumi asked, gently petting Anna’s back.

“Mmm…” Anna smiled and shook her ass back and forth, making the tail “wag.”

“You like it, puppy?”

“Arf! Arf!”

“Atta girl!” Kasumi patted her legs. “C’mere!”

Anna sat up and turned to face Kasumi, tongue hanging out of her mouth and her eyes wide and happy.

“Your new friend really enjoyed that little show you put on,” Kasumi purred. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah,” Lena chuckled. “You did a, um… good job?”

“She did! Because she’s such a good puppy!” Kasumi ruffled Anna’s hair and talked down to her as if she was an actual dog. It would seem condescending if Lena couldn’t tell the actual love and appreciation Kasumi felt for her. “But now,” Kasumi continued, “you’ve gone and gotten her all worked up! She needs release, puppy. Can you help her?”

Anna nodded, eyes flicking over to the tent in Lena’s skirt as she started to drool.

Kasumi smiled and turned to Lena. “Bend over, sweetie. Head down on the mattress, ass up in the air.”

Lena took a shaky breath. Oh, god… this is really happening… Wordlessly, she stood up, hiked up her skirt, and bent over the bed. Anna crawled over and grinned, never taking her gaze away from Lena’s hard, throbbing cock.

“Just a second,” Kasumi said. She walked over to the drawer and pulled down her pants, revealing a harness she was wearing under her clothes. She picked up a dildo from the pile of sex toys and attached it to the harness, smiling as her new penis stood erect in front of her. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yeah,” Lena purred.

As Lena’s cock felt the warmth of Anna’s lips wrap around them and her ass felt Kasumi’s tip slide into it, she finally let go of all her old inhibitions and insecurities. She’d never know what had caused the campus to change like this, but she didn’t really care anymore. All that mattered was that she was here, in this moment, having the time of her life with her new Mistress and her fellow slave.

Things weren’t going to go back to normal. But when Lena came, she realized that she never wanted anything to be “normal” ever again.