Elle's fingers curl into fists and she considers banging them against her desk in a one sided strife she would surely lose. Managing to cool off just in time and spare her poor knuckles, the girl leans on her elbows and tugs at her hair, frustration oozing out of every sadistic digit that threatens to pull strand from root. To say that she's upset, stressed, would be an understatement worthy enough to receive commendations on a live stage. Please wrap it up, they would tell her insignificant self before the derisive speech could spill from those sore lips. Elle's bottom lip is like a an eager puppy's well used chew toy, the girl runs a tongue over the sensitive skin and whines at the throb of pain. 

"My oh my, what has you in such a tiff?" The girl swivels her chair, a motion that could be considered morose in the way she drags it out with sullen stare at her roommate. Such a curious thing to ask in a room of one, but she's right on the money as always. 

"I-I'm not in the mood tonight, Jess. Can we skip the studying for like... one fucking day? I think it goes in one ear and out of the other anyway, I never remember any of it. You're a good tutor, I'm just a shitty student I guess." The college girl sighs at herself, eyes red and puffy. If it were anyone else she'd be too ashamed to show her face, but secretly she hopes Jess has the magic words to make her feel better. It's a strange hope, really, given that the roommates barely even get along most days. Before she had to swallow her pride and ask the other for help studying, Elle wanted nothing to do with the cliquey bitch. It made her feel so guilty then, when Jess agreed to help her instantly and always keeps her weekday evenings free. 

Jess returns to the door and Elle's heart sinks, even if she was acting like she wanted to be left alone it hurt to be abandoned so easily. When Jess closes the door with herself still inside the stuffy dorm room, Elle scoffs at her own dependency and almost asks the girl to leave for real. "Elle, come sit on the bed with me. I know just what you need. Don't worry, it's not study." Jess speaks so softly that Elle cannot help but blush, she has a weakness for older girls looking after her, the amount of MILF porn in her bookmarks is enough to make her own mother keel over. Of course, Jess is only her senior by a year, but right now the rift seems to have widened by a couple decades. Elle the whimpering young puppy and Jess the doting, dependable dame. 

Left without the energy or desire to disobey, Elle hangs her head in shame as she lifts from her desk chair and lowers her weight onto the bed beside her roommate. Jess has enough confidence to fill in for Elle's lack thereof, smiling as well manicured fingers that silently jeer at Elle's run through that hair with respect, brushing locks from Elle's face so their eyes can meet properly. "I won't ask what's wrong, but I'm always here if you do want to talk about it. I know I've the reputation of a drunken party girl, but you wouldn't believe the amount of times a gal like me has to navigate heavy convos from people too blackout drunk to even remember opening up their hearts come morning. I'm like the keeper of secrets for our entire fucking year, yours would be just as well looked after in my vault." 

Again, Elle's guilt consumes her like a pack of hungry mutts devouring the runt. Despite appearances, Jess is actually a rather reliable person to know, from studying to discretion. It turns out she only spreads rumours about those who truly deserve it in her eyes, mostly guys that make advances on her drunken friends or colleagues. A mean girl with heavy asterisk. In this moment, Elle even finds it attractive for the first time, her vulnerable eyes batting lashes. "I'm uhm... I just need a break from being me sometimes, y'know? I-I guess you wouldn't, haha..."

With no humour in her expression, Jess shifts closer and seems to undress Elle's complicated mess of feelings with those penetrating green eyes that would later only grow in power. "You really want that? I don't think there's shame in feeling that way, Elle. We don't live in a normal world, so it's the people who feel completely normal that I worry about the most. I'll give you what you want, but it has a price." 

Elle's skin goes flush like the temperature in the room just shifted dramatically, but then she realises that she's the abnormality. When Jess leaned close, so close that her breath could be stolen in a flash, Elle's higher mental function began to falter and crash. To wilt like a flower void of water and light, left with just that warm breath to fill her empty hold. Maybe Jess can fill that hole, she's wanted a lesbian experience since the day she started college life and it seemed the universe had made concerted effort to deny her such. 

If she were more perceptive, if her brainpower had been at full, would Elle have noticed that Jess was holding something behind her back the entire time they spoke?

Jess smiles so disarmingly that it probably wouldn't matter, the girl's hand dropping onto Elle's distant shoulder as the other closes her eyes for the sudden kiss she anticipates. Instead, Jess reminds her of that aforementioned price. Cool leather clasps around Elle's neck and before her eyes can fully open in shock of the unexpected sensation, the girl finds herself shoved from the bed and careening into solid floor. 

"O-oww! Wh-wh-wha--"

"I only need your loyalty, Elle, then I'll take you away from this life as often as you'd like. You need only look my way with those adorable, pleading eyes of yours that make me wanna spoil my good girl." Humour returns to Jess's face, the girl laughing at the sight of the pet below, already kneeling for her. 

"Loyalty? Good... g-g... Jess, what the fuck!" Elle looks up indignantly, pushing herself up only to lose her balance from a sudden nudge, courtesy of her roommate's stockinged foot. The shock makes her easier to manipulate physically, perhaps mentally too. 

"Oh shut up, you really love whining don't you Elle? Such a needy puppy, even if she's being ungrateful right as I'm about to give her what she's been begging for. Don't bite the hand that feeds, okay bitch?" Her roommate's tone is so commanding that she's confused into hearing her out instead of immediately cutting her off. Elle's heart is pounding so hard, her mind faltering as she attempts to process the situation. Is this some advanced form of bullying? As the girl turns her head she's reminded of the collar clasped around her neck, pawing at the cool leather with panic in her eyes. "Answer me, mutt!" Jess pushes Elle against the radiator with a soft foot against her heaving chest, Elle questioning how the heating could possibly be turned off right now as her back is cooled by the metal that greets it. It straightens her posture, still unintentionally knelt for Jess like the good girl she's destined to become. 

"Y-yes Jessica! I mean, god... what the fuck are you d-doing?" Her voice is far too hoarse, Elle refusing to acknowledge the heat between her legs at being treated so harshly by a girl she just wanted to kiss. 

"Hmm, well that's better. I don't think dogs like you should need to talk like humans, though. Nor should they be sitting on the bed, which is why I had to kick you off. Pets belong on the floor, wouldn't you agree?" With her foot keeping an overheating Elle pressed against the cold heater, Jess undoes the first few buttons of her blouse to retrieve her precious pendant. A rose quartz necklace, as smooth and round as a pearl with a light pink lustre. "I don't care for your answer, dogs like you should only bark in response to their owners. I'll have to train you well, I guess study is back in session, heh." 

It takes Elle too long to process the insane situation she finds herself in, understanding this to be some manner of roleplay but not too confident in the deduction. By the time she even thinks to wriggle out of her roommate's hold or question those nonsensical assertions being made, yet another confounding sight enters her vision. It's like being overstimulated by well measured nonsense, perhaps this really is a good distraction from what had been weighing on her before. 

Jess's other foot enters the fray as she dangles her legs over the edge of the bed with a playful grin, the necklace she had been wearing now dangling from her extended big toe as it hovers in radiance and grace before Elle's wide eyes. Elle's senior rests with arms behind her on the bed supporting her sitting position, using one leg to keep the kneeling pup pinned down while the other swings pretty pendant in a gentle sway. "This is how it's going to go, Elle. I'll let you know in advance, because I can only imagine how much shit is going through your head. That's okay though, I want you to embrace the disarray. We want that, so you can take that well earned break I promised you. For loyalty, remember? So easy a thing, to be loyal to one so well suited to lead. Sorry, my sentences might become confusing, just let them add to the noise in that rattling head, joining in the festival of confusion. God, I bet you're so overwhelmed, luckily I've provided you something pretty to focus on while my boring words confound you further, deeper, so deep in fact that even I get carried away in corridors and hallways of softly spoken sentences that disorient and unwind the impatient and steadfast alike. Oh, what's that? I said I'd let you know how this is going to go, didn't I? Hehe, I bet you'd forgotten as I got carried away. That's okay, I'm here to remind you of only what's important and what's portent and prudent and possibly proven."

Elle's head is already spinning, Jess's winding sentences forming the young hypnotist's own take on what's commonly known as a 'Mystifying Induction'. A method of inducing trance that relies on causing mental fatigue with long confusing sentences and tangents, while carefully guiding them into a place of sleep. Jess loves nothing more than watching that confusion shift to tiredness and eventually obedient submission. Even if she doesn't realise it, Elle wants this. No, she needs it. Needs to be a good doggy for her new owner. 

Just as predicted, Elle is too busy trying to make sense of everything that a part of her mind gives up and decides to focus on the pretty gem that sways so comfortably above her eyes. There's nothing confusing about the pendant, it's shockingly simple and oh so easy to look at. Swaying from left to right indefinitely, an infinite recursion that proves reliable to the erring thought, like a life raft. 

"So you see, like I said and will later say again be it once or twice or maybe even a third time if you've the time to give me, I'll tell you what's going to happen. Again and again I'll tell you and again and again and again you'll forget like a silly puppy clamouring from one thought to the next forgetting that but the very thought they currently cling to. A spray of soap in your mind, pssht pssht, making all of those thoughts oh so slippery and clean, but too hard to cling to now. It's unfortunate to find yourself slipping from your thoughts entirely now as your brain is gently washed by yours truly, truly yours are thoughts that cannot be clung to currently and so you slip and fall and drift and drop. Deeper and deeper and... oh, what's that? I still haven't told you what's going to happen?"

As Jess speaks of descent, her foot lowers down and like a well rehearsed scene partner, Elle's head descends with it. The girl lays on her back and stares at the spinning quartz with unfocused eyes, trying too hard to follow Jessica's difficult sentences. 

"You're going to be my puppy for a while, that's what. It's what you wanted, so you can wait and want no longer as we wash away the human affliction and wag wag wag our way into happier places of thought. A mind made simple and pure, eager to play and be played with. An obedient, docile and submissive bitch that wants its owner's affection more than it does freedom of thought. Fuck thought, I say, let it go away~ Chew it up and spit it out with those pretty gnashers of yours, you silly mutt. What do we say, Elle? Oh-ooh right we don't say, don't you say? We say nothing of import, we only say the happy thoughts given form by canine chords! That is to say, give me a bark if you understood a lick of what I've had to say." Jess sits forward on the edge of the bed, the necklace dropping onto her pet's chest while her other foot rests on the puppy's thigh. 

"Ough... I..." Elle's still spinning, her mind catching up with owner's words and trying to deny them weakly. It's all too much for her, though, the puppy quickly correcting herself as she gives in to the wonderful fantasy of being nothing but Jessica's well trained pet. "A...Arf!" 

The pet's owner bursts into laughter. "That's right, silly. Now you get it, I think. Get back onto your knees, girl!" 

With rising excitement at the loss of responsibility and mind, Elle quickly does as she's told and feels strangely proud of herself when an affectionate hand slides under chin and gives it loving scritches. With a pleasurable whine, Elle tilts her head and leans into that rewarding touch with a need that surprises even her in this new state of being. Jess giggles again, seeming pleased. 

"I think you'll make an excellent pet for me, I'm certainly a doting owner. Paw." Elle understands the command immediately, her mind ready to fill in any blanks with simple connections such as this. She places her hand onto the palm Jess holds out and bites her still sore lip when the girl pets her for the show of loyalty. 

"Every time I make you act like a dog and then snap my fingers, this state of mind will cement itself further, overwriting all. When I remove the collar you'll return to plain old Elle, but upon its return you'll be back here. Now remove your clothes, pets shouldn't dress like humans... hmm, maybe I'll have to lend you a hand ahaha!" 

With aid from her owner, Elle is stripped down to just her collar and a pair of kneesocks that Jess deigned too cute to remove. "Maybe I'll get you some paw print panties too, could be cute. A reminder of what you really are even while you gallivant around playing human." With a shuffle on the bed's edge, Jess drops her skirt to the ground and slides her panties down soon after. The desperate puppy salivates at the sight of her owner's dewy slit, actually licking her lips. After some more training, she'll learn to pant at such enticing displays put before her. 

"Now, mutt." Jessica speaks harshly and Elle's ears perk up, she sits forward on her knees excitedly and wags her invisible tail in an attempt to prove loyalty. "Remove your collar."

The pet whines, vaguely understanding what that would mean but accepting owner's command. After pawing at the leather for a few embarrassing seconds to no avail, Jess lets out an unrestrained giggle and pulls the girl forward by her collar. Elle stares, with face redder than ever before, at the provocative pussy sitting on her bed. In the next moment, as the collar is pulled loose and removed, her eyes blink back into reality but the colour in her cheeks does not recede. 

"Wh-what... I-I mean, wait..." Panic overtakes her, the college girl kneeling in the nude before her exposed roommate, still salivating. Her lifted up rear drops back down onto the ground and the girl releases and involuntary whine. "J-Jess..."

"Yes, pretty?" The girl laughs cruelly as she handles the collar, warmed by Elle's neck. "Oh, do you want this back? If you put it on, I'll order my good girl to eat her fill and I'll make sure that mouth makes me cum one way or another, rest assured. If you don't... then I guess I'll get out of your hair and let you return to uhh, crying or whatever. Your choice, the price is loyalty."

Elle pouts, eyes flicking between the collar and Jess's waiting sex, never daring to rise up and meet her owner's eyes. Owner? Oh god, Elle feels so turned on. Her hands reach down to meet a shameful damp that has her decision made on her mind's behalf. With her head turned away, Elle reaches out to accept the collar.

"Ah, ah...  you should face someone when you're handing over your mind to them. And ask nicely, bitch." 

The girl shudders, hitching her breath at the perceived insult that she now knows is simply stating the obvious. Turning with oozing desire that pushes rational thought out onto her bare thighs and the floor below, Elle stares up meekly and begs for her collar to be returned to rightful place. "P-please, uhm... owner... can I... ahaha, gosh... sorry." The girl collects herself, thighs squeezing together as the lust takes over like a parasitic infection. "Please can I have my c-collar back?" 

The desired item falls into her sweltering lap, still warm. Elle takes a breath that does nothing to cool her nerves before quickly rushing to clasp the collar around her neck lest she sober up and change her mind. 

A few blinks later and her jaw hangs playfully, the puppy staring in adoration at the girl who owns her. If she hadn't been made so suggestible, so weak for Jessica's words after all those supposed study sessions, she surely wouldn't have fallen so hard. Probably. 

Jess giggles in satisfaction and spreads her thighs further apart, pointing down impatiently. "Now, mutt. Dinner time~"