Mikaela the College Submissive - Sex Stories

Mikaela the College Submissive

I never really thought of myself as the kind of guy who would ever get into anything all that fetish-y. That is until I met Mikaela. She’s the kind of girl I had my suspicions as to whether or not they really existed. Mikaela was a submissive in the extreme. She fucking LOVED it! First time I met her she seemed like a normal enough girl. They always do from all reports. That is until I got her into the bedroom. In the privacy of the bedroom I was known as nothing other than “Daddy” or “Sir”. And I’d be lying if it didn’t make my dick stiff every time. Just to bring it back to the beginning, I’m Jim, I’m a first year at uni and been living in a dorm room. I met Mikaela as you might I expect, I was just looking to find girls to take back there. She was very hot, but more than she was hot, she was shy. She had a couple of friends and I’d always see her at the parties. The only interactions with guys I’d ever see her have though is some drunken asshole would come by, squeeze her ass, drool all over her, and then her friends would shoo them away. I think I might have had a few chats with her in passing, but my first meaningful interaction with her was when there was a campus party, and she was there, but for some reason or another her friends weren’t there to save her from all the drunks. Naturally, as it always happened, some idiot came by, brought his arm around her waist so that she was right up against him, and looked like he was just about begging her to make out with him. ...

... I saw this and figured I should go help out. I’ll admit my intentions were less than noble. As much as I did want to save her, alcohol brings out the asshole in me, and I was sort of thinking, “Maybe if I save her, she’ll be so grateful she’ll HAVE to sleep with me”. I was quite drunk, my thinking wasn’t exactly lucid. But as it turned out, I wasn’t so far off. I came up to the two of them and just said, “come on dude, you’re just embarrassing yourself,” praying he wasn’t going to turn around and fight me. Luckily he didn’t, he just looked at me, then looked back at her with this shattered looking expression, and then scurried off. Suppose he must have thought he was being a player. Only the two of us remained, and she just looked at me with a thin smile on her face. The alcohol had left me with enough charm to say, “Hey sorry if you were enjoying that, I just wasn’t sure whether you desperately trying to break away from his grasp was your way of flirting or not.” She giggled and her smile grew, she looked really cute. It’s at this point I should probably describe her. She had dirty blonde hair that trailed down just past her shoulders. She had green eyes and a cute little face. Trail your eyes a little further south, she had these C cup tits that were just so perfect. I want to properly describe them, but I don’t have the words. If you can be bothered, look up the porn star Ashlynn Brooke. Mikaela had those tits. Dead ringer. But even nicer than the tits, was that ass. That ...