I recommend reading earlier chapters. This story takes place at Dremeder University, a place where certain majors can dominate others.
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It was more chaotic than I thought it would be. Two weeks into the semester was the club fair, a chance for students to see what clubs they wanted to join and for club leaders to recruit members. A plot of grass near the edge of the university was now lined with dozens of booths and crowded with students roaming the grounds.
"I can't wait. I'm so hungry," Rue said, skipping gleefully beside me and Andrea. Apparently, she resolved to skip the last two meals so that she would be extra hungry for the fair. "I'm not going to join any clubs, but last semester there was a ton of free food."
Andrea speed walked to keep up with Rue. "I'm always down for free food," she said. "But aren't you going to be helping Stacy with her booth? How will you have time to sample all the clubs?"
Stacy arrived at the club fair early to set up her own booth and Rue was supposed to be there to set things up. "Ah, well. I don't have to go to her booth right away," she said.
As we stepped onto the field, I shuddered as a few people sent me odd looks. This was normal, since I was naked as always, as sociology majors had to be. Still, the looks I received carried a certain darkness. Other slaves were naked, but they were absent of the same attention.
Rue halted.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She put a finger on my lips, shushing me, and started sniffing. "This way!" She dashed to the right weaving through mobs of people. Andrea nearly crashed into a few students while chasing her. Then a delicious smell hit my nostrils. Someone was grilling chicken.
We slowed in front of a mid-sized booth. A boy turned chicken. The scent filled the air as the grill's fire licked the meat. I recognized this boy.
"You're a waiter at Tusl's Tongue," I remarked.
"Nice job, detective," he replied flatly. Next to him was a foldable table with a sign on it that read 'Tusl's Tongue Booth.' Okay, maybe I should have been able to infer that he worked at Tusl's, but he had no reason to be so snarky and embarrass me.
Another collared boy set a tray of chicken on the table. "You'll have to forgive my master," he said. "He's stressed because he does not normally cook, but the chef bailed on us, leaving him no choice." The waiter shot a disapproving look, which the slave ignored. "Go ahead and try some." Each piece of chicken had a special sauce on it and a toothpick so we could easily take samples. For free.
Rue already had three pieces stuffed in her mouth. "Delicious!" she said.
"You, uh, were only supposed to have one. But that's okay, I guess. If you like this food, you can get more at Tusl's Tongue!" the boy said. "So, you know, go eat there at some point."
Wow. Such persuasive marketing.
It was not like Tusl's Tongue needed much marketing, anyway. Pretty much every student despised the dining halls, so the restaurant was a life saver for many.
Male slaves were rare at Dremeder. Andrea told me that most men went into more dominant STEM fields, like economics. In fact, economics was around seventy percent male while Math was around sixty percent. This was true even though the university was seventy percent female. Hence, submissive men really stood out.
"Knock it off!" The waiter appeared behind the foldable table and slapped Rue's hand away from some chicken. She had already gotten her hands on a few more pieces, however, and backpedaled to safety. Andrea and I refrained from taking chicken ourselves, feeling that Rue had taken enough from these poor men.
"So, where do you want to go next?" Andrea asked Rue.
Rue started sniffing again. "Let's see. I'm picking up a scent... That way!" She pointed as she ran.
Is she a werewolf or something?
Andrea and I struggled to chase after her.
The next booth was managed by the photography club. This was a massive booth with a whole camera and lighting system. And, of course, they had some free cookies that Rue was diving into. Cookies do not exactly have a strong scent, but apparently Rue's sense of smell defied logic.
"This is impressive," Andrea said, admiring the camera set up. A few girls welcomed us and asked if we would like any photos taken. For free. "I'm liking the pattern I'm seeing here. Let's do it, Leah."
"Yes, Mistress," I said. Andrea pulled me in front of the backdrop, which was just a white sheet.
The girls adjusted us, telling Andrea to put a hand on her hip and make a claw shape while her other hand rested possessively on my shoulder. The girl behind the camera looked at me. "Slave, why are your feet like that?"
"Huh? Like what?" I looked down at my feet, confused.
Click!
"Perfect," the camera girl said.
"W-what?" I had a shocked expression.
Click!
"Beautiful." They were tricking me, I realized, into submissive poses. "So, would you two like to try some more daring photos?"
I was already naked and submissive next to Andrea's intense and clothed figure, how much more daring could it get? "We'd love to," Andrea said. She jabbed a hand into my slit to arouse me (which was redundant as I was already extremely turned on).
"Great!" the camera girl puffed. "Both of you should turn to the side, facing each other. Slave, get on your knees, hands behind your - yeah, like that, you're a natural. Now, look into each other's eyes. Hmm... No, let me try something."
Camera Girl walked up and whispered something into Andrea's ear. Andrea bit her lip and nodded. The Camera Girl handed a whip to another member of the club, who then walked behind me while remaining out of the frame. "Okay, slave, hold that position. We're going to whip you now."
What?!
I trembled and gave Andrea a pleading look. She clasped my face in her hands. And smiled. My lips quivered as I anticipated the pain. It never came.
Click!
How did I keep getting fooled? I had to admit, however, that these girls were clever. The picture would make it seem like I was afraid of some imminent punishment. Devoid of context, Andrea's loving smile would seem like a tyrannical sneer.
"Hand us your school email and we'll send these photos to you. If you want us to get them professionally printed, you'll have to pay a small fee."
Andrea raised a brow. "Just the email is fine," she said.
"I... see," Camera Girl said. "By the way, I have to say that your slave is remarkable."
"Yes, she is."
"You must discipline her very well." I was still kneeling on the ground while Andrea and Camera Girl spoke as if I was not there.
"Actually, she has not needed much discipline so far."
I tried to stand up, but Camera Girl kept me on my knees. Andrea did not stop her. "Come now, all slaves need discipline. Otherwise, they'll become too spoiled. Look at my slave, for instance." She gestured towards the other girl, the one who held the whip. "She needs a spanking every morning so she does not forget her place."
Other Girl shifted uncomfortably.
"At any rate," Camera Girl continued. "I think your slave seems desperate to lick someone out. Look at those flushed cheeks." This comment made me blush even more.
"She
is
desperate," Andrea agreed. "Would you like me to loan her to you?"
"I would love that," Camera Girl said. She moved in front of me, placing her vagina in front of my face. "Get to work, girl."
As I bent forward to taste her Andrea pulled my head back. Camera Girl looked at her in confusion. "I'll need something in return," Andrea explained. "For my slave's services, I'll need those pictures printed."
Camera Girl pondered for a few seconds. "I can't do that. Oh, but her face is so adorable. Hmm..." She glanced at Other Girl then back to Andrea. "Okay I can print the photos for you, but she has to serve me and my slave."
"Deal," Andrea said. I was feeling like a whore. Andrea read my mind and whispered in my ear, "This shouldn't make you feel cheap, but expensive."
Camera Girl cleared her throat above me and I got busy. I licked fast, trying to make her cum quickly so I could visit other booths. I had a lot of practice eating pussy, and Camera Girl seemed particularly weak against my tongue. In just a few minutes she came hard in my face, which was going to be smeared.
Then it was Other Girl's turn. She took much longer to get orgasm. My guess was that she had been trained to resist the urge to cum. But even the strongest women were vulnerable to my skills. Though it took longer, she had a more forceful orgasm than Camera Girl. My face was going to be covered in juices.
"Ah, that's unfortunate," Camera Girl said to her slave. "Because you came, you now cannot orgasm for the next two days."
"What kind of logic is that?" Andrea asked. "You are the one who made Leah service her."
Camera Girl smiled, placing a hand on Other Girl's ass. "You see, she is not allowed to cum. But if she does cum, then she is not allowed to cum for longer. It's a kind of Chaste-22." Camera Girl was one of the many people who had no idea how to use that term properly.
Finally, I was allowed to stand, and Andrea and I left the camera set up.
We reunited with Rue who had nearly finished all the cookies. She smirked when she saw me. "What's with you?" I asked.
Without a word, she handed me a magazine. I paled when I saw the cover. Andrea looked over my shoulder.
In my hand was the school magazine:
Knots Monthly
. And on the cover of the magazine was my bound body, kneeling, covered in red stripes. Andrea's legs were also on the cover, behind my figure, but her upper body was cropped out. I was the main subject, and I was smiling broadly. This was the photo from our session a few days ago.
"I'm sorry, Leah," Andrea began. "I had to submit the photo for my knots class, but I didn't know that they would put it on the school magazine."
I was still for a moment.
"I'll go to the editor of the magazine and try to get them to stop printing this copy. They must get your permission for this kind of thing. I'll make sure that... Leah, are you alright?"
"Are you kidding, Mistress?" I finally said. "This is amazing!"
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yeah. This means I was the best photo from your knots class and was good enough to be put on the cover of the school's magazine. This means I'm..."
Andrea eyed me.
This is probably why some people were giving me odd looks earlier. They had recognized me from the magazine. I shook my head. "Regardless, this is a good thing."
Andrea sighed. "Alright, then."
Rue looked back and forth between me and Andrea. "So does this mean you're like a school celebrity now?"
I pondered that. It really depended on how popular the school magazine was. I had seen copies of it lying around classes, but I had no sense of how widespread it was. Plus, the girl on the magazine looked remarkably different than me due to the bondage and general waywardness. Was I a celebrity now?
"I hope not," Andrea said. "I don't want people getting weird ideas. I can loan her out, and trusted people can use her, but she belongs to me only." I blushed as Andrea put an arm around me.
***
We tagged along with Rue as she raided several other booths. Andrea joined multiple math clubs on the way, or at least got on their emailing lists. I found no clubs that I really wanted to bother myself with.
"I'm stuffed," Rue said. She licked her lips and looked right at me. "Then again, there is always room for dessert."
