It was a month from graduation and I had been spending many late nights in the college library working to finish my senior project. As I walking into my silent dorm room, I scanned around for Bill, my roommate, and seeing no sign of him felt relieved. Bill was a sophomore and a horrible student, spending most of his time partying and staying up late. He was an okay guy but his late hours and loud music was something I didn't need to deal with this close to graduation. The apartment was dark and quiet as I made my way for my bedroom. We had a large suite of rooms that afforded us each a private bedroom and a large kitchen/living room. It had cost a little extra to get the biggest dorm room on campus but the extra room was well worth it. As I approached my bedroom, I noticed the door was slightly ajar and the light was on. I knew I had closed the door when I left that morning. Peeking into my room I saw my computer dismantled and set on the floor beside my television and vcr. A box was set beside them containing the majority of my cd's and the sound of someone rifling through my things came from my bedroom.
Stepping silently into the room, I looked towards the sound and saw a woman, dressed in a large red flannel shirt and jeans, her back towards me as she quickly went through the remainder of my cd's throwing all of them into a large backpack. She had long dark brown hair which fell past her shoulders and obscured her face from me. Silently creeping up behind her I whispered, "Hello, can I help you find anything?" into her ear.
She froze instantly, her hands falling to her sides as she waited for my reaction to finding my bedroom being burglarized. Reaching down I grabbed her shirt and pulled her to her feet and turned her to face me. "Hi Paula," I said as I saw who it was, "Did you find everything you were looking for?"
Paula was my roommate's girlfriend, she had just transfered in last semester to be near him. She lived next door to us and spent most of her time at our place. She was a nice enough girl besides her horrible taste in men. She was completely devouted to Bill while he was out partying and hooking up with any willing female. She was tall and thin, with long dark hair and a tanned even complexion. She had large brown eyes with heavy lashes and full red lips that always seemed to promise some sort of sensual pleasure. She stood there looking at me her pretty face a mask of fear as I looked her over. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone, teasingly exposing the top of her young uplifted breasts, cleavage disappearing down into her shirt, a light sheen of perspiration on her tanned skin as her raising and falling in time with her frightened breathing. Her jeans were old and faded, fitting her slim waist and slender hips nicely leading down to long, thin legs.
After a few seconds of silence, Paula seemed to come out of her revelry and the implications of being caught stealing finally dawned on her. "Please, John, don't tell anyone about this! I'll do anything as long as you don't turn me in! They'll kick me out of school. Please, anything you want as long as you don't tell!" She pleaded with me, her eyes moistening with tears in her fright.
"Why?" I asked, "Why are you stealing from me?" I looked around at my scattered belongings, finally sitting down on my chair and lighting a cigarette.
"It was Bill's idea," Paula confessed, almost sobbing as she fell to her knees in front of me grabbing my hand as she pleaded with me. "Please don't turn me in, Bill needed some money for drugs so he told me to take some of your stuff. I'm so sorry, but he needed it. I'll do anything as long as you don't turn me in!"
"I won't turn you in," I started to say only to be interrupted by Paula's repeated thanks. I waited until she stopped speaking again then continued. "I won't turn you in, as long as you do everything I say." I stated as I reached out and ran my hand over the contour of her breast. Paula watched my hand as it groped her tit through her shirt. I had always thought that Paula might be interested in me but her relationship with Bill was so overpowering that I knew any pass I made would be rejected.
"John, I can't!" Paula pleaded with me as my hand continued to massage her firm breast, not pulling away from my exploring fingers. "I can't cheat on Bill."
"Then first thing in the morning, You'll be expelled from school for theft." I stated as my fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt, undoing a couple of more of them. She weighed my words for a few seconds then bowed her head, staring at the floor.
"Very well, John," she conceded, "I'll do what you want as long as you don't turn me in."
"Good," I said undoing the remaining buttons of her shirt. "From now on, you'll call me master, is that understood?" I asked. She just nodded her head, still looking at the floor. "Say it, Paula! I'm your master, right?" I repeated slipping my hand inside her shirt to caress her breast through her bra.
"Yes." Paula murmured.
"Yes, what?" I asked again, my fingers finding the hard nub of her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra and pinching it hard.
"Yes, Master!" Paula yelped at the unexpected pain, squirming around trying to extract her tender flesh from the vise like grip I had on it.
"Very good, Paula," I said releasing her nipple, "You learn quickly. I'm your master and you'll do what I want. If I'm displeased there are penalties, pain is one of them, expulsion from school is the other. As long as I'm happy you don't have to worry about either of them. Now stand up and remove your shirt for me." I commanded wondering how receptive Paula was going to be to my dominance.