The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The girls from the dorm barely fit into the lobby. There were 36 college freshmen girls and only eight chairs. Most girls stood, while a few shared some of the plushy loveseats. They had only been there for a few minutes, but it was already getting hot—no doubt spurned on by the summer heat lingering into September.

As for Amy, she stood against the back wall, still rubbing shoulders with a redhead next to her. She hoped the RD would be quick.

Hank stood in front of the girls. It was the first week of classes and Amy understood that there was some rearranging of the resident directors just before school started. Hank—they were instructed to call him by his first name—was apparently settling in just as much as they were.

Hank cleared his throat and then started, “Hello. I’ve met most of you during move in, but for those I might have missed, let me introduce myself. My name is Hank Robertson, but please just call me Hank. I’m in charge of this dorm for the year and I expect to get to know each one of you personally. I’m excited for this opportunity and hope that you share my enthusiasm.” He paused here, apparently expecting some reaction. He got mostly blank stares.

“If any of you are curious about me, I have a background in neuroscience and psychology, which I am sure will be helpful in management of this dorm.” Amy didn’t quite see how that would be useful, but she wasn’t going to call him out. Like most freshmen, she was concerned primarily with keeping her head down until she figured out what college was going to be like. Hank continued, “I’m sure you’re familiar with a lot of the rules already, but I don’t expect any behavioral problems here. I think the important things to remember for success, especially in these first weeks, is to get lots of sleep and to get to know the girls on your floor. We have a great bunch of ladies and I’m certainly looking forward to a rewarding semester.

“Thank you.”

Amy was taken back. She was expecting at least 15 minutes of rules review and get-to-know-you questions. It seemed like many of the girls around her were expecting the same. The redhead to Amy’s right shrugged at her and said, “Well I guess we can go. I was worried he would waste my whole night. I have a video call with my boyfriend.”

Amy shuffled out of the lobby, grateful that she was apparently assigned a dorm with a very hands-off resident director.

Amy had been expecting to room with another girl, as was the Hollywood expectation of college life, but when she had arrived she had learned that she had the room to herself. Apparently part of the shuffling before the semester began included only 36 girls being assigned to the 36 rooms, essentially half-capacity. As Amy looked around, she couldn’t help but notice that all the girls on in the dorm were 18 or 19 years old and tended to be more attractive.

There was Lucy, the redhead from the previous night. Her hair and chest were both full and attention-grabbing.

There was a blonde named Jessie, who confessed to being the head cheerleader in college.

There was even a girl with more of a goth style named Violet, but even she was shapely and her face was pretty.

Amy didn’t know what to make of this, but she assumed that many girls might feel that way when suddenly surrounded by a bunch of strangers. It was probably her insecurities talking. Amy didn’t think she was much, but she had had her fair share of interested guys in high school. Admittedly she was “endowed” in her chest and one asshole catcaller on the street had once shouted that she had a “sweet smackable ass”, but Amy was always trying to stay active, lest her weight begin to creep up.

Amy tried to strike up conversation with some of the girls before going to bed, but to no avail. She went to sleep feeling just a little worried about her floor. It would have helped to have a roommate to talk to.

Amy dreamt strange dreams. There were no actual images she remembered, she just had the sense that there was some deep, soft voice whispering through the night. Sometimes she came close to hearing intelligible words, but just as she was about to put together a message the voice grew softer again.

When Amy woke up, she didn’t feel rested. She felt like she had been drifting through the night more than actually sleeping, but it was time for her first class. She picked up a cup of coffee from the campus coffee shop and went to class.

She had three classes back to back and by the end she was barely staying awake. It was like weights were pulling her eyelids down. Her notes were scribbles and Amy couldn’t help but feel like she might as well not have been there at all.

After her last class, she went straight back to her dorm and collapsed on the bed. Her sleep was still not restful. There were the same dreams of a soft male voice whispering to her.

She awoke feeling slightly more rested. She looked at the clock and saw that it was already 5PM. She had spent slept away most of the day. Amy felt disgusted with herself. She was always a very prompt schedule-keeper: Awake at 7, lunch at 12, in bed by 11. It was what kept her so efficient in high school. But now, her very first week in college and she was already off her rhythm.

To cap it all off, Amy was strangely horny. She couldn’t explain why, but she was already wet and tender and had no idea why. Normally she could point to a single trigger that made her aroused, but Amy was clueless now.

She rolled out of bed and poked her head into the hallway. The floor was quiet, probably because all the girls were at dinner. And stepped back into the room and locked it. Then, she went to her computer.

Amy didn’t watch porn frequently, but she had a few memorized links for the occasions when she was feeling especially needy. She was worried about the school’s internet connection, but she was able to get to her website of choice without complication. She went to her favorites and found a woman-oriented video featuring a cowboy. She clicked on it.

It was blocked.

Amy frowned. Why could she get to the website, but not to a specific video? That made no sense. Wouldn’t the school block the whole website? Amy went to another video, involving a pool boy. Blocked. She frowned again.

She clicked on a few other videos, just to see if everything was blocked. The first three she tried were blocked, but the fourth let her though. To Amy’s surprise, it was a hardcore bondage video, featuring a girl with massive boobs tied into a swing and being passed around a room of men. Amy clicked out, disgusted by the filth and whatever men were turned on by it. She tried to find another video that suited her better, but everything was blocked. And to top it all off, the image of the girl in the swing was stuck in Amy’s mind. She tried to push it out, wishing she had never seen it, but the more she tried the more it persisted. Strangely, she found that the more she was thinking about it the wetter she was getting.

Amy was confused. Bondage was never her thing. She could respect the girls who liked a little handcuff play, but hardcore bondage was always disgusting to her. She despised how it degraded women into sexual playthings for the pleasure of power-hungry men. Nonetheless, her body was disagreeing with her.

Amy finally navigated back to the video. As it started to play, she was alarmed to find that she wanted to watch and desperately wanted to play with herself as she did. But she didn’t want to compromise on her moral stance on the content.

Finally, Amy decided that she would attribute this to some off-the-wall mood. It would probably never be replicated and she would certainly never admit to her. She was probably just horny and knew that she couldn’t get access to anything else. Glancing at the door to double-check that it was locked, Amy began to play with herself.

The pleasure was incredible. It was like she had never touched herself before. Intense waves of pleasure passed over her as she rubbed harder and harder.

Amy found her eyes locked onto the girl above all. She was straight and knew she should be paying attention to the men, but her eyes kept drifting back to the girl’s massive boobs and how they trembled every time a man thrust himself into her. She loved seeing how her muscles strained against the ropes in the swing and how the ropes held her perfectly in place. One of the men stepped forward and slapped one of the girl’s boobs and Amy almost came right there. What was wrong with her? She never behaved this way!

Then one man stepped forward to the woman’s mouth, his cock outstretched. Amy had always considered blowjobs to be degrading and disgusting. Men peed out of that thing, for goodness sake! That wasn’t something that belonged in your mouth. But as the man began to slam his dick against the back of the girl’s throat, a deep moan escaped Amy’s own mouth. She found her mouth salivating.

Strangest above all, Amy found herself unable to come. She was rubbing hard and the pleasure was immense, but she was no closer to getting herself off. She gave up trying to direct her attention to what she “should” be watching and gave into her impulses for domination and disgrace. It was better, but she still couldn’t finish.

Amy looked down at the video timer. It was getting close to the end. She had been rubbing herself for fifteen minutes, but nothing was happening for her. And she needed to get off. Her horniness was approaching unbearable.

The men finally pulled out of all the woman’s holes and, one by one, began to jerk off onto her body. The first man stepped up and demanded, “Tell me who the little slut is.”

“I am,” the woman declared. “I’m your filthy little slut and god I love it. Get off on me, baby. Pleeeeease.”

The man exploded onto her chest, thick wads. The girl grinned in delight.

Amy felt her climax coming, but it was still evading her. She was far beyond desperate. Her body needed release.

Another man stepped up and demanded more self-degredation. The woman happily oblidged, declaring herself to be nothing more than a sextoy for the pleasure of her men. She begged to be filled up and covered with sweet sweet cum.

Amy’s mind was nearly empty, focused entirely on the desire for climax—an event which still eluded her.

It was when the third man stepped up and the girl on the video began to degrade herself that Amy finally realized what she needed. As she watched a man get his pleasure and spew all over the naked slut, Amy envisioned it was her and began to whisper, “I am such a horny little slut. Please get off on me. I am good for nothing else. I just want to you to get your pleasure. I am a worthless little whore. Please treat me like such.”

At the moment the man came, Amy’s body finally released. The orgasm hit her like a freight train. Stars danced before her eyes and she felt faint. From the depths of her body, an uncontrollable, long, loud moan escaped her throat.

Then it tapered off and it was over. Amy was exhausted and frankly her hand was tired. But she still watched two more men step up and jerk off all over the self-declared whore.

She had never fantasized about anything close to this before. She had never had a submissive streak. If anything, she liked to control things in the bedroom.

Amy had lost her virginity three days after her 18th birthday to her boyfriend of a year. She stood by the decision, but the second time they had tried to have sex he had been too bossy. He kept telling her to say things or to do things to him. She had called it off halfway through and they had a big fight about it. She had dumped him.

So where the hell had this come from? This was the type of thing that Amy would have ranted and railed against if given the opportunity. It was the very epitome of a misogynist situation—the male’s pleasure was everything and the girl was there as nothing more than a piece of meat. So why the hell did it feel so damn good to get off on it?

You’re here to learn new things.

The voice was strong and immediate. It felt like something from the outside, but also familiar. Was this the voice from her dream? The thought was immediately dismissed by Amy’s brain as unimportant, because the words were true. She was here to learn new things. Did that include rethinking her role in her sexuality? There were plenty of girls with submissive streaks in them. That didn’t make them all dumb bimbos. If Amy occasionally—and privately—enjoyed partaking of this, was that so bad? Amy guessed not. She would want to keep it under control, but she could deal with the occasional outburst.

She looked at the clock. It was dinner time. She closed the window and started toward the dining hall. She was hungry, but she would have to keep in mind her figure. She wasn’t living with her parents anymore. In her mind, it was pivotal that she kept her appearance up as much as possible. It was only responsible.

As Amy passed Lucy’s room—the redhead with the big boobs from the night before—she heard a noise. It was a deep moaning noise. For a moment, Amy thought Lucy had heard her orgasm and was making fun of her, but as she listened to it she also heard the soft sounds of a video playing. Lucy was having her own fun. Amy wondered if Lucy was enjoying learning new things at school as much as Amy was. That was why they were there after all, wasn’t it?

Amy went to bed early and slept deeply. She was starting to get used to the “soft voice dreams” and was starting to feel rested despite them. It was the weekend, so she didn’t have any classes, but as Amy went to get dressed she realized she had another problem. She didn’t like any of her clothes.

Her favorite shirts, pants, and even dresses all seemed so childish. She was an adult now. Wasn’t it time that she started dressing like one?

Amy settled for a temporary outfit and went straight to the mall. She visited some of her favorite stores, but nothing seemed right. She was looking for something that made her feel more… what was the right word..? feminine. Eventually, Amy found her way out of the mall and to a little seedier shopping center. She was just driving past when she saw a mannequin in the lobby with a miniskirt and lace bra. It might have been a sex outlet, but Amy parked and walked in.

This was more what she was looking for. Amy picked out three mini skirts, two skimpy tops, and a pair of knee-high boots with a four-inch heel. She went to the dressing room and tried them on.

The miniskirts barely covered the swear of her ass—the same ass that some appreciative gentleman had once described as “smackable”. She pulled up on the skirt a little bit so as to be sure that the curve of her cheeks was poking out enough, and then nodded with approval.

The tops were equally adorable. Her favorite was a sleeveless halter top that laced up in the front. The lacings were far apart, so essentially the skin from the base of her neck all the way down to her naval was exposed. She tied it too tight at first, so that the cloth covered too much cleavage. She retied it looser the second time, so her tits (did she normally call them tits?) could fill it more naturally and men could get a better view.

Finally, the boots were exactly what she was looking for. She was on the shorter side, so they didn’t put her too tall, but combined with the mini skirt her ass was looking fine. Besides, she wanted to get used to heels. She liked the idea of being a “heel girl”.

On her way to the cash register, she came across a aisle display that caught her eye. It was chokers. She ran her fingers across them, entranced by the idea. She had never liked the idea of anything around her neck, but now it seemed perfectly natural. She grabbed two.

She bought everything and wore her favorite outfit out. It was difficult to drive in the tall heel, but she managed. On her walk across campus, several guys gave her long appreciative glances. She gave them winks and made sure to tuck up on her mini skirt so they could get a fine view as she walked away.

When she got back to the dorm, she found that many of her fellow girls had also invested in new college wardrobes:

Lucy had gone in a cowgirl direction, with tiny jean shorts and a thin plad shirt tied between her humungous knockers.

Jessie had drawn inspiration from her identity as a high school cheerleader and had bought school swag from the book store. Of course, the t-shirts there were much too modest, so she had modified them so they more adequately displayed her chest. Then she had a mini skirt not unlike Amy’s own.

Violet had also leaned into her own style, doubling down on the emo look. She had found fishnet leggings, a black leather bikini-style top, and several chains linking the top to black short shorts. Her makeup was dark, with black lipstick.

If Amy dared say, they all looked pretty darn hot.

Seeing her fellow girls so exposed and hot brought Amy’s mind back to thoughts of the porn video she had watched the previous day. She told herself that she shouldn’t dwell on it, because she had promised herself that it was supposed to be a one-in-a-blue-moon activity. But when she looked at Lucy, she couldn’t help but imagine how those tits would look being smacked by a powerful, dominant man. And when she saw Violet’s black lipstick, she envisioned it smeared all the way up a man’s shaft. And who could see a cheerleader like Jessie without instantly knowing that she was putting out for the quarterback as often as he wanted? Amy was fucking horny.

She locked herself in her room again and went back to the same video. She watched all fifteen minutes, furiously rubbing her pussy, but couldn’t bring herself to come. She even chanted along with the virtual whore, declaring herself a worthless fucktoy, but that only made her wetter.

Frustrated, Amy began to look around the website again. She passed over the female-oriented videos that she used to be drawn to and searched for “hardcore”. The videos she saw were pretty tame, so she began to search for other terms to get what she wanted: “Tied down and dominated”, “Submissive whores”, “fuck me like you own me”. None of these hardcore videos were blocked this time and she greedily consumed them. She finished several of the videos, but none of them finished her.

After four hours of trying to find her climax, she collapsed on her bed. She was horny, tired, and above all she was desperate.

The voice in her dreams was louder now and she listened obediently.

Amy woke up on Sunday and immediately went to the mirror. She spent an hour or so fixing her hair just right, applying make-up, and squeezing into another outfit that straddled the line between skimpy and tight. She looked herself over and thought, “Now it’s my whole damn body that’s smackable.”

As she stepped out into the dorm, she found that Lucy was leading a man—a Junior or Senior by the looks of him—down towards her room. She had again leaned into the cowgirl look, even donning a hat. The man’s eyes were painting her body from head to toe and Amy couldn’t blame him.

“Is this the boyfriend?” Amy asked.

“What? Oh, no I dumped him like two days ago. I’m single and free,” Lucy said. Her eyes dropped down to the pitched tent in the man’s athletic shorts and she licked her lips with antipiation. Lucy and the man disappeared into her room and Amy heard the lock slide shut.

Amy wasn’t afraid to admit it: she was jealous. Why couldn’t she go out and find someone to drill her? She was fuckable, wasn’t she? God, what she wouldn’t give just to bed fucked like a slut.

Then Amy considered it. Why couldn’t she got out and find some body to drill her? What was stopping her? She had been appreciated on campus just the day before. Surely one of those men would be happy to fuck Amy’s dripping little pussy—and any other holes he wanted to while he was at it.

As Amy walked through the lobby to go out and find a man, she passed Jessie. She was wearing another skimpy cheerleader outfit and leading another man into the building. They all had the same idea.

It was a beautiful day, but Amy barely noticed it. Her pussy was wet just thinking about what was in store for her and an overwhelming need was driving everything in her mind. It wasn’t just the need to get off, although that was certainly present. It was something far more important. As Amy tried to put a finger on it, she remembered a voice from her dream:

You must bring pleasure. You must serve.

Amy smiled at the thought. Yes, it was a need to serve. More than getting herself off, she felt desperate to get someone else off. She thought back to the hours of porn she had educated herself with last night. It was never about getting off. It was always about getting him off. How could Amy have missed such a simple lesson for so long?

Amy found a man—perhaps a sophomore—sitting on a bench reading a textbook. His eyes locked onto her as she approached and Amy watched as he undressed every skimpy piece of clothing from her body in his imagination.

“Hi,” Amy said, sitting down on the bench next to him.

“Hi,” he said weakly, trying very hard to keep his eyes off her tits and failing.

Amy felt odd all of a sudden. Sitting next to him felt weird. It felt unnatural. She slipped off the bench and dropped down to her knees in front of him. As she did, she stuck out her chest and leaned back her neck so he could a full view of her.

“Sir,” Amy said meekly. “I… May I… May I please take you back to my room?” The words tasted like honey as she spoke them and instantly they were marching back to her dorm.

Amy led him inside and locked the door behind her. Her Master—as long as he was in this room he was her Master—looked at her unsurely, as if any moment he was going to wake up from a dream or discover the hidden cameras.

Amy knelt down again before her Master.

“What would you like me to do, sir?” Amy asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Would you like me to suck you off? Or would you prefer to fuck my pussy? You can stick it up my ass if you want to. I’ve been told I have a very smackable ass.” She said the final bit with a touch of pride, but all else was spoken in total humility.

“What’s the catch?” the Master asked, but Amy saw with jubilation that he adjusted his jeans as he spoke.

“No catch, sir,” Amy said. “I just want to serve you.” As if to prove it, she reached up and undid the lacing on her shirt. She let it fall to the ground, revealing her tits.

“Give me a tit job,” the Master said immediately.

“Yes sir,” Amy grinned and crawled across the floor to him. She delicately undid his belt and dropped his pants. She wrapped her full tits around his dick and began to move up and down on it. She had never done anything like this before, so she wasn’t sure she was doing it right, but she desperately wanted him to be happy. She stuck out her tongue and leaned forward so that on every pass upward she could lick the top of his dick. He seemed to like that. Every minute or so she spit down onto her tits to lubricate them.

“God, that feels good,” the Master said. He was thrusting in time with her rack. Amy envisioned every cumshot she had watched the previous night and swooned. She wanted that feeling of accomplishment and absolute ownership that those girls must have felt. She could think of nothing else in the world but how much she wanted to get her Master off. She decided to tell him that.

“Oh I want to get you off. I want your cum across my chest like a badge of honor. I will do whatever you want. I am totally and absolutely your slave, slut, whore, bitch, fucktoy…”

He began to grunt in pleasure and Amy grinned in anticipation. “Come for me, Master. Dump your load all over my tits.”

And he did. The first strand was powerful, actually skipping over her tits and hitting her chin. As she continued pumping her hefty chest on his dick, cum began to land on it. Some slid down and lubricated the motion, allowing Amy to further please her master. It went on for almost thirty seconds, until finally Amy was sure she had pulled the last drop of cum out of her Master’s dick. Only then did she gently unwrap her tits from his cock.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, looking down at her.

“I’m so happy I was able to serve you,” Amy gushed. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He looked at her for a minute like the words were another language. As she waited for his response, Amy noticed that some of his cum still covered his dick. She leaned forward and licked it off. Then she looked back up at her Master for a reply.

“I want to take your picture,” he said.

“Yes sir,” Amy said. Her mind seemed to fixate on the idea that she had been given another command. She was allowed to serve more. It didn’t matter at all what that command was. It was so very important that she fulfill it for him.

Master reached down and pulled his phone out of his jeans, still pooled around his ankles. He pointed it at Amy and took several pictures, looking down at his cum-covered slut. To drive home the point of her submission, Amy took the liberty of running her finger through one of the strands of cum and bringing it up to her lips. She slurped it up as he snacked more pictures.

“Now I’m porn,” Amy thought. She was dimly aware that once the thought would have made her unhappy, but now it was glee in her mind.

Finally, her Master lowered the phone and pulled his pants back up.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” Amy asked.

“N… no,” he stuttered. Then, almost as if he was afraid of being caught, he quickly unlocked the door and stepped out. The door slowly closed behind him.

Amy was reminded that she was incredibly horny herself and her fingers went to work on her dripping pussy. She replayed the entire encounter again in her mind. She envisioned herself being used for her rack. She envisioned herself being painted with his cum. She envisioned herself being captured forever in the image of a servant whore. She wondered how many people across the world he would send that picture to and excitement boiled in her heart. She rapidly approached climax. The second before she came, she realized, “He never even asked me my name.” That thought—the thought of being nothing more to a man than a pair of tits to get a man off—brought her to her glorious climax.

After riding her pleasure through, she decided that it was time to get cleaned up and get some food. She needed to keep her energy up, after all. But she would be careful to eat well, so her body would still be fuckable. It was vitally important to stay fuckable.

After a light lunch, Amy went back to the seedy store. She was glad she had saved some money through the summer, because her whole wardrobe needed revamping. She focused on lingerie this time around, debating in her mind if she would bother wearing the over-clothes or if the lacey bras and panties would be enough to wear around.

She found her way back to the choker display, but this time her eyes went to the top rack. There, in all its glory, was a collar with a leash. She saw it and knew in a second that she had to have it.

Amy bought everything and wore the collar home.

That night, a few of the girls in the dorm came together in Lucy’s room and relived their experiences. Amy found that her submissive streak was a tad farther than the other girls were experiencing, but they had all gotten at least one man off that day. Jessie had gotten three off, because as she explained, “Cheerleaders are supposed to be the school whores. Everyone knows that.”

Lucy’s cowgirl style was replicated in her bedroom, but apparently the man had decided halfway through that he wanted it up her ass instead. She had prompted pulled out and bent over and he rode her from behind to completion.

Violet had fucked two men at once. Like Amy, they had decided to make her into their personal pornstar. They had put her on her back. One had fucked her pussy and the other her mouth. While her eyes were hiding under one of their balls, her full body was recorded for posterity.

Amy wasn’t sure how they came around to it, but they eventually decided that they were all different brands of slut and they should start owning that. Lucy was the cowgirl slut. Jessie was the cheerleader slut. There was some debate if Violet was properly the punk slut or the goth slut, but they settled on punk eventually. The other girls decided together that Amy was to be the “Submissive Slut”. As per her role, she submitted to the description.

The next morning was Monday. Amy thought that she was forgetting something, but decided that if she couldn’t remember what it was it probably wasn’t that important anyways. Amy was horny and was about to go see if she could find another master, but then Lucy invited her to her room for some girl time. Amy agreed along with a few other girls.

Lucy put a video on her TV, which turned out to be a lesbian porno. All the girls giggled as the girls on the screen undressed each other and began to please one another. Amy didn’t think she was a lesbian, but if somebody’s tongue was on her pussy who was she to argue? Also, all the girls around her did have some great tits.

Eventually, the girls began to play with each other as they giggled and laughed. Lucy’s tongue went to work on Amy’s pussy. It made her more horny, but Amy knew that she wasn’t getting any closer to climax. She wondered if she served Lucy if that would get her there (she was submissive, after all), but she didn’t think so.

On the video, a man stepped into frame and the lesbians all turned their attention to him.

The girls in the dorm room stopped playing with each other and watched in awe. Three girls on the screen were kneeling down and worshipping one man’s dick. One more was above them all, kissing him passionately and allowing him to feel her up.

Eventually they put him on his back where he’d be more comfortable. They took turns using different parts of their bodies to please him. He was never without something to grab or suck on if he wanted it. There was never a moment where his dick wasn’t be tended to. He had everything he needed.

The girls in the dorm room were each fingering themselves and fantasized.

“I want that,” Amy said softly.

Lucy stood and walked from the room. Earlier, Jessie had taken off her shirt to suck on her tits and Lucy hadn’t bothered to put it back on. Amy went back to watching the porn and feeling her body tension increase.

After a few minutes, Lucy returned, guiding a man. Instantly, all the girls in the room stood and faced him, allowing him full view of their mostly-naked bodies. Amy felt a surge of pleasure as he focused on her for a few seconds, lingering over her exposed tits.

“Wow,” Amy’s new Master said. Lucy closed the door behind him and asked, “Would you like us to leave the video running?”

“Yeah,” the man shrugged.

They took several points of inspiration from the video as they serviced him. He lasted a long time, considering up to four different girls were serving him at different points. At one point, Amy had one of his balls in her mouth and was sucking. She opened her eyes and locked eyes with Lucy, who had his other ball in her mouth. While Amy wasn’t sure she saw right (Violet was sucking his dick and her tits were swaying in between them), she thought she saw Lucy give her a wink. One of Lucy’s hands reached out and pinched Amy’s tit. Amy loved it.

The Master finally came in Jessie’s mouth, but then instructed her to kiss each girl. As Amy received her portion of her Master’s gift, she snuck a rub on her pussy to experience the pleasure. Each girl swallowed obediently.

The Master got dressed and left. Lucy locked the door behind him and then turned to Amy.

“So, I think we should see just how obedient our submissive slut really is,” she grinned.

Amy’s heart leapt. Lucy put a firm hand on the back of Amy’s neck and pushed her down to Violet’s pussy. “Eat, bitch,” Lucy said. Amy ate Violet out, then moved to Jessie. Each girl had an explosive orgasm and Amy felt a mix of pleasure at serving and jealousy at the feeling. She knew she could come now, because she had served a man. But she was not yet allowed to, because she had to service her dorm sisters first.

Amy ate Lucy out last. The redhead’s moans echoed in Amy’s ears. She looked up appreciatively at her tits as they bounced with Lucy’s buckling motion. Amy might not be a lesbian, but eating pussy wasn’t bad and she did like watching tits.

Each girl was getting dressed, leaving Amy on the floor of the dorm room.

“May… may I please get off now?” Amy asked meekly.

“Sure,” Lucy shrugged. “But go back to your room to do it, will you?”

Amy hurried down to her room and nearly slammed the door behind her in desperation. Her fingers found her pussy immediately and she relived everything. It felt amazing to serve in a group, but it also felt amazing to serve the group.

You live to serve.

The voice was commanding, clear, and Amy believed it without question.

Her orgasm was explosive and rocked her whole body.

Amy’s dorm quickly got a reputation on campus. Men visited frequently, so the girls didn’t have to go out looking for men anymore. They only had to respond when men came looking.

For convenience, the girls decided to label the outside of their doors, but none of the guys ever asked for names. So the men could find whatever slut they were looking for, it was decided that their slut names would be most appropriate to put on the door. Amy’s door read “Submissive Slut”. Eventually, Jessie pointed out that guys who had never been there before might not know which bitch they wanted to fuck… especially if he wanted a girl who looked a certain way. Everyone agreed and they hired a photographer to take glamour shots of them and post them on the doors. Amy’s post-sized picture showed her kneeling on the floor, wearing her collar with a chain dangling from it, with her hands tied behind her back and her mouth open obediently.

Eventually, Amy’s costs for slutty clothing exceeded her savings. She talked it over with some of the other girls and they were having similar problems. They agreed to put out tip jars outside their rooms. They were careful to explain on the jar that services did not require a tip, it was only to support the continued growth of slut-related props, clothes, and other costs.

The night after the tip jars went up, the resident director Hank called a meeting in the lobby.

It wasn’t as hot as last time, because the girls all wore less clothes, and Hank stood up in front of them just as he had at the beginning of the semester. He started to talk, but then sighed and said, “I’m gonna be too horny to talk this whole time.” He pointed at Jessie and said, “Come here and suck my dick.”

Jessie giggled gleefully as she hopped up, ran over and knelt before the RD. As she sucked, Hank restarted his talk.

“It’s come to my attention that some of you girls are making money out of activity hosted in this dorm room. Now I’m not trying to get in the way of anybody’s fun. I love the energy that everyone is bringing to this year. I just have been reading up on some of the rules in the school code and I learned that any business venture within the walls of school property owes a portion of its profits to the school itself. So I must insist that 50% of any tips that you receive for your services here be delivered to me. I’m installing a drop-box in the lobby. Any questions?”

One of the girls asked if he wanted another girl to be sucking his balls as Jessie sucked his dick. Hank said that was a good idea and the girl joined Jessie on her knees in front of the resident director. Amy kicked herself for not offering first. No one else had any questions.

Amy deposited $20, half her tips from the day, into the drop box and went back to bed. She was awoken by a knocking at the door. After servicing another Master (he wanted to fuck her in the ass and she happily agreed), she masturbated and went back to bed. He didn’t tip, but Amy was still so glad to service him. It was about giving pleasure, not making money.

Amy awoke one day to learn that Hank was having a friend over and some of the girls were to be offered up for entertainment. Almost half the girls in the dorm were brought along to be offered to Hank’s friend.

Amy had never been in Hank’s home before, but she was pleased to find that the living room was equipped for appropriate entertainment. Two stripper poles stood on either end of the long room, while couches were in the middle.

The girls each wore a black mini skirt, heels, and nothing else. They stood obediently in a line down the room and waited patiently.

After a little while, Hank and his friend entered and Hank told him to “pick a few bitches and we’ll send the rest back to work”. The friend went down the line. He picked Jessie to dance on one pole (there was something about a hot blonde with big tits that men liked) and another of the girls to dance on the other. Hank’s friend paused in front of Amy asked turned to ask Hank, “Can I touch them?”

“Touch them? You can do whatever the fuck you want to with them,” Hank grinned. His friend turned back and looked consideringly at Amy.

“I have been told that I have a very smackable ass, sir,” Amy said earnestly. The man looked at her a moment and then laughed.

“This I’ve got to see,” he grinned. He grabbed her around the waist with rough hands—Amy didn’t mind at all—and turned her around. He lifted the mini skirt up and delivered a firm smack on Amy’s ass. The sting made Amy hornier.

“Wow! You really do have a smackable ass,” the man said. “Well come on over and entertain me while we talk.”

Hank told Lucy to come service him and then dismissed the rest of the girls. The two men sat down in the middle of the room as two sluts danced on the poles and two sluts knelt down and began to suck on them.

Amy caught bits of the conversation, but not much. She heard vaguely about Hank’s usage of private sluts and blackmail to get a position as RD at this dorm. She heard about how he had apparently offered his slut services to professors to avoid any issues with grades or attendance. Then she was really focusing on servicing her Master’s dick, so she only caught bits and pieces about “highly-susceptible brain activity during sleep” and “hidden microphones with instructions”. It was around that time that her Master had exploded his sweet cum in her mouth. She swallowed gratefully and licked him clean.

Hank instructed both Amy and Lucy to sit on a nearby couch and make out, because, “everyone loves watching two sets of tits rub against each other”. Both girls early agreed. As the more submissive, Amy was on the bottom.

The Masters continued talking.

Hank was explaining how his messages rewired brains so they could only cum after a man had come. Then, the massive pleasure reinforcement of an orgasm repeated the pattern and solidified it in the girls minds. It was around this time that Amy began thinking about how Lucy’s bit perfect tits were rubbing on her own and how that was. Amy thought that her Masters were right. Everyone loved big-titted girls going at it.

She wasn’t really listening to the Masters after that. Tits were so much more interesting than whatever they were talking about anyways.

Near the end of the year, Hank told them that they had all been accepted for an internship program. They would stay with him for the summer and maybe find somewhere else to settle at the end of it. All the girls agreed happily and Hank decided to accept their thanks in the form of facefucking and ass-pounding. The girls gave it to him happily.

That evening, Amy joined Lucy, Jessie, and Violet in Lucy’s room. Jessie was cleaning cum off her tits as they talked.

“I love how much I’ve learned at school,” Lucy was saying. “I used to think that my body was, like, a temple and that sex was something really private. Now I know that my body is the property of men and they can fuck it however they want.” She was wearing her cowboy hat and jean short shorts, but her perfect tits were in the open air. Amy was getting wet watching them.

“I think that we’re doing the world a service,” Jessie agreed. “By sucking dicks, we’re helping relieve tension and making people happier. I think if more women were dick-sucking sluts, the world would be a better place.” Having finished cleaning off her tits, Jessie began to finger her pussy. She had just gotten a man off, so she was able to come to a noisy climax. The other girls kept talking.

“I don’t ever want to go back to the prude that I was before,” Violet said. “I hadn’t even been fucked in the ass before I came here.” The girls all laughed in a “how-young-we-were” way.

“What about you, Amy?” Lucy asked.

Amy snapped her attention away from Lucy’s tits and responded, “I just love to serve.”

A girl poked her head in and informed Amy that a man required her services in her room. Amy jumped up and raced down the hall. What would he ask her to do? Would he fuck her ass? Her throat? Maybe he would fuck her pussy? Would she have the honor of giving another glorious tit job?

Amy’s heart was filled with anticipation as she hurried off to serve.