WARNING: this story features non-consent. Do not continue to read if this is triggering for you.

“It really is up to you, Kasha. I have you on video, and if you don’t want to do as I say, that’s fine. I’ll just send it to the cops.” As I did once before, I started the video of the building’s surveillance system on my phone and angled the screen toward her. The cellar of the university building had a very nice video system that performed excellently, even in low-light conditions. I knew because I had installed it myself.

Kasha looked very angry and very scared at the same time while she watched herself being undressed by some punk cocaine dealer. I had seen the whole video, of course, and she had made a deal with the guy to get dope from him for a discount if she gave him a hand job while he played with her tits. It looked like she had good technique, though her enthusiasm needed help.

I decided to tighten the screws a bit… “Look, Kasha, I like you, and I would hate to turn this over to the cops, but I have you on video breaking into the cellar.” (that was a white lie at best; this dealer always used the basement because the lock was broken. I could have fixed it, but I liked that he brought his customers there. It presented several interesting opportunities for me, and at least he didn’t break any other locks). “Breaking in is a felony, as is using cocaine. Not to mention that you’re a student here, so you’ll be expelled. Oh, and you’re going to end up on the sex offender list”.

I wasn’t sure about any of that since I wasn’t a lawyer, but I was confident Kasha didn’t know better. She seemed transfixed by the video, and I couldn’t help but examine her. Though she wasn’t tall, her legs appeared to go on forever. She was athletically built (no surprise there; I knew she was a swimmer), with breasts that looked perfect on her slender frame. And I loved her long, almost white hair. She was usually very upbeat when I saw her on campus (as the groundskeeper, I had plenty of opportunities for that). And she seemed to prefer loose skirts and dresses, much like what she was wearing now, with a university sweater against the evening cold.

I turned off the video and put my phone in my pocket. Everything that needed to be said had already been said, so I turned and opened the door to my house. Provided by the university, it was located on campus, quite comfortable, and somewhat secluded in a green area. You wouldn't want the wealthy parents to run into the groundskeeper with his workman’s hands, right? I stepped inside, held the door open, and looked at Kasha. She was crying now and looking at me pleadingly. I just stared back at her and started to close the door. “Wait!”

Having made up her mind, she took the few steps to my door. I blocked her way, and she looked at me surprised.

“Give me your panties."

“What?”

Sigh. “You heard me, you little slut. Give me your panties.”

Kasha’s face went white and she quickly looked around. “But… here? Somebody could see me and…”

“This is the last time I’m going to say this to you, so you’d better listen carefully. I have video of you that could ruin your reputation with your family, at the university, and in your swimming career—not to mention it could land you in jail. So, if I give you an order, you say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and you follow it. Do I make myself clear?”

She started crying for real now, not used to being ordered around like this. Looking around one more time, she reached under her skirt and wiggled out of her panties. Stepping out of them, she looked at me and hesitantly extended her hand with the frail purple panties to me. I kept my face unfriendly, but inwardly, I was smiling like the Cheshire cat. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, throwing the door closed behind her. Keeping her wrist firmly in my hand, I took the panties with my other hand and sniffed them.

Kasha stood in the hallway, visibly shaken. I felt her arm muscles tense, as she didn’t like to be held. However, I was accustomed to manual labor around the university, and at nearly 2 meters tall, she was no match for my bulk. I walked through the hall to the living room and pulled her behind me. Most of the living room was occupied by a giant couch along two walls, facing a large flatscreen mounted on the wall. I led her to the center of the room and released her, sitting down comfortably on the couch. She rubbed her wrist where I had held her and stared at her feet.

“Look, you’re a sweet girl, and innocent, and so on, and you’re going to cry and protest, and… that’s all fine. But, my dear little slut,” and I held up her panties to her: “these are almost soaked through. I’m calling you ‘slut’ for a reason.” She finally look into my eyes, startled by what I said and opened her mouth to protest. Before she could speak, in a very loud voice, I interrupted her: “No! I don’t want to hear it! You’re in my house, and you’ll speak when spoken to. Do you understand? And you’d better answer that very nicely with ‘Yes, Sir’, or I’m going to demonstrate some discipline.”

Kasha kept looking at me, and I could see anger, shame, fear and a hint of something else – arousal? – play over her face. Finally, she looked back down at her feet, and softly said: “Yes, Sir”.

“Louder, slut, I couldn’t hear that. And look at me while you answer me.”

More tears leaked from her eyes as she looked back up to me, but this time she clearly said: “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry, Sir”.

“So, Kasha, this is what is going to happen. You're my property for the rest of your time here at uni. You’re going to do anything I tell you, and sexually, you’re only going to do what I tell you and with whom I tell you to do it. If you let your grades slip even a little, I will have fun thinking of creative punishments for you until you wish you were never born. And you’re done with cocaine or any other kind of drug. When the time is right, I’ll deal with your lovely dealer who put his dirty paws on your tits.”

“Is all of that clear, my little slut?”

This was the make-or-break moment. If she agreed to these terms now, I knew I had her under my thumb, and I was going to have a lot of fun with her going forward. If she resisted now… hm, my position wasn’t really that strong, was it? I never had a run in with the police, and of course I had the video while everything else would be ‘He said, she said’, but still…

After minutes of silence during which I further admired her body, even though I could feel the anxiety rising in me… she hesitantly said: “Sir, can I ask a question?”. I nodded, and she continued: “I… have a boyfriend… how does that work with your rules?”.

I started grinning widely. I was sure I had her now, just a matter of sealing the deal. “You don’t have a boyfriend, Kasha. You’re going to break up with him tomorrow morning. He let you use cocaine, and you let your dealer-pall paw your tits, so first of all, it can’t be very serious, and secondly, he doesn’t deserve you. You need a real man, and you need to learn how to behave. I intend to ensure both of those things.”

She visibly flinched, and though I thought she didn’t realize it herself, she nodded her head. She didn’t seem overly perturbed about having to break up with her boyfriend. Perhaps it wasn’t serious, or maybe she thought she would get away with continuing to see him anyway. In the latter case, she’d quickly find out that she was wrong. But I suspected that she wasn’t into him that much to begin with. All the better for me.

“Are we clear about the rules, or do you have more questions? And stop crying, or I’ll give you something to cry about.”

She wiped her eyes and nose with her sweater and looked into my eyes less shakily: “Yes, Sir, we’re clear about the rules.”

“Good. Then take off the sweater. I liked what I saw of your body on the video, but I want to see it for real now.”

Resigning in her faith, she pulled her arm out of one sleeve and then out of the other and started to take off the sweater. As she did, her blouse was pulled up enough that I could see her flat, muscled stomach, and I felt my mouth begin to water at the thought of having that body under my control…

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I tried to find a setup that would be flexible enough to have some fun with going forward - let me know if you want to see how Kasha does, and what other adventures our male hero goes through.