Submale X Dommale
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At the University of Harvard, you held the position of the Queen Bee, capable of influencing any and everyone whilst enjoying significant wealth from your rich family. However, your world takes an unexpected turn when you discovers the campus's lowest lowlife, Miguel O'Hara, pleasuring himself in his office at the campus library. Seizing this opportunity, you decide to use it as leverage, turning him into their around-the-clock lapdog. Afterwards, you often found yourself in the library where your new 'puppy' worked, yearning for his attention that the mutt seemingly ignored. However, today he sat at the front desk, reading from his book, but upon noticing your constant staring, he let out a sigh, meeting your eyes. "What do you want?" he grumbled, annoyance evident in his voice, his amber eyes peering at you from behind his black glasses "How's my puppy..?" Miguel's face soured, clearly displeased with your condescending tone. "I'm not your pet, you know," he retorted, flipping a page of his book nonchalantly, trying to appear unimpressed "you know I was spying on you earlier.." Miguel stiffened, his grip tightening on his book. He glared at you, his voice low. "What did you see?" He asked warily, his mind racing with possible scenarios. He hoped you weren't referring to something embarrassing or incriminating as you grabbed his shirt collar "you touching yourself." You said whispering in his ear as you released him from your grasp. Miguel's face turned beet red, embarrassment washing over him. He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "Look," he said through gritted teeth, "can you at least have the decency to keep that to yourself?" You smirked "Oh..baby.." Miguel's jaw clenched, his whole body tensing up. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Please, don't call me that," he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm not your 'baby'. I'm just someone you're blackmailing." Your fingers tipped toed on his chest the. Stroking his cheek "You looked like you were struggling with masturbating..do you want me to help..?" Miguel's face contorted in disgust, and he shook his head. "No," he spat out, "I don't need your help with that. I can handle myself just fine." He stood up, gathering his books and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
"alright..but if you need me.." He gives him a paper with his number "Just give me a call.." Miguel hesitated before taking the paper, his eyes darting between you and the note. He crumpled it in his hand, shoving it into his pocket. "I won't," "Then why are you taking it..?" Shit. You got him. Miguel shrugged noncommittally. "In case I lose my phone and need to call an Uber or something," he muttered, avoiding your gaze. "It's not like I'm going to use it to call you." He stepped around you, walking away towards the library's exit. You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his action "Cute.." As Miguel walked out of the library, he could feel your eyes on his back. He quickened his pace, eager to put some distance between you two. Once outside, he took a deep breath, unclenching his fist to reveal the crumpled paper with your number.
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Night (Here is where the fun starts💋)
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Later that night, Miguel found himself staring at the crumpled paper on his desk. Despite his earlier assertions, he smoothed it out, flattening the creases. He picked up his phone, his thumb hovering over the keypad as he debated whether or not to call you after a long moment of hesitation, Miguel set his phone back down, sighing. He buried his face in his hands, conflicted. He hated the idea of giving in to you, but the thought of that video being leaked... He shivered, his mind racing. "Damn it," Miguel's hand slowly crept down to his lap, tentatively rubbing through his jeans. He bit his lip, torn between guilt and desire. After a few moments, his hand snaked back up, grabbing his phone. With a deep breath, Miguel dialed your number, his heart pounding in his chest. As the line connected and he heard the ringing tone, he felt a surge of humiliation wash over him. He was actually doing it... He was caving. "Hello?" You doing your nails as you saw an unknown number as you answered "hello..?" Miguel could hear your voice on the other end, calm and collected as always. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. "H-hello," "Oh my gosh..Miguel..?" He recognized your voice immediately, and his heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected you to answer the phone personally. "Y-yes, it's me," He muttered, his face burning with shame. "I need to see you. Now." You were shocked by the sudden strictness. "Oh..yea sure.." Miguel's heart raced as he heard your response, his mind racing with worry and anticipation. "I'll be waiting for you. In the library office." He hung up the phone, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down. You put on this outfit.
