The air was tense. It had been all week, the week leading up to result day. It wasn’t a usual exam result day, not at all. But it had the same feeling of tension and fear in the air. My family was all dominant, my mother and father as well as my older sister and brother. They had been telling me my entire life that I’d continue on their line of being dominant and yet...I didn’t know if I was. Deep within me I felt like I was lying to myself. At the beginning of adult life and just after you turned 18, you sat a test, which would determine if you were dominant or submissive. The test was extremely accurate, a mind reader ensuring everything that we wrote on the page was truthful. We couldn’t lie. “Emilia!” I heard the call from my mother, the result had came. I went down the stair to my mother holding the envelope with a huge beaming smile. I have her a nervous glance, taking the envelope back up the stare and into my room. I left it on my counter for a brief while, too nervous to open it. What if I was submissive? How would my family react?i shook my head. Get a grip Emilia! Your entire family had been dominant, why would you be different? Your worrying over nothing. I found new courage as I went over to the envelope and quickly tore it open. I won’t let my family down, I’m going to open this paper and see....see...see...

My mind had stopped thinking for a moment. S. S for submissive was my result. I stayed in my room until I heard my mother call me again. I couldn’t hide it from them. I opened the room door, looking at the staircase down to where my mother and father would be standing, filled with pride! I trudged down the staircase with the envelope hanging from my hand, my mother and father waiting eagerly as they saw me walk down toward them, I looked up. There smiles daring as they saw a single tear running down my meek face.....

It had been a month since that day, each one proceeding filled with this awkward tension between me and my father. He shouted down the phone to the company who did each test, and found that the only answer he would receive is ‘TEST IS NEVER WRONG’. It was a very low chance for a child in a fully dominant family to come out as submissive, infant it was less than 0.5%. I was apart of that 0.5%, and I still didn’t quite believe it myself. Maybe a part of me deep inside knew it but given the pressure from my family I never took it seriously. I was local to the school, it only took a short drive from my family down to it. There was still that strange and weird tension in the car, but it had simmered down as they came to accept it. We pulled up outside the school, a large and menacing gate beckoning me to enter.

I stepped out, my mother and father doing the same. Each gave a soft kiss to my forehead, trying their best to give a reassuring smile as I waved goodbye. They would get to visit me every month or two, but it would take getting used to. I turned to the gate, seeing other submissive people slowly walking into their new life. The reception for the submissive side was purposely different than the dominant side. No submissives running out to help us or anything of the sort, I only had a small bag with me of very personal belongings. S...submissives weren’t allowed to bring much with them. I meekly walked past the front gate, some chatter but also a lot of silence. People to scared or submissive to speak to one another.

I entered the main building and was greeted by an extended table which had ten women sitting at it from left to right. One women was standing proudly at the front, with a speaker.

“Attention! Listen out for your name, and associates number. Go to the line with your number.”

This message was only said once as we listened out for our names.

‘Emilia Smith, 6.’

I was called out, I moved in line with each person in number six. The line slowly moved along until I reached the very front. The women sat their looked sharp and almost vicious.

‘Name.’ She coldly said to me. “E...Emilia.” I meekly spoke in a whisper. She took a collar she had laid down on her desk and handed it to me. It was my collar, metal and shiny. My name was Inscribed upon it. It belonged to me. I held onto it, we would have it put on us soon enough.

“Follow me, group 1.”

She said this, taking one group at a time past the door at the end of the room. She came back after about a ten minute period, asking for group two. I waited for my turn, stomach flipping and turning all over in terrible anticipation of what was going to happen.

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Hello! My name is Emilia, and I hope the above prompt has caught your attention. I am looking for a detailed and literate partner to participate in a role-play centred around the described scenario, a girl being sent to university based all around the relationship between a dominant and a submissive!

If you’d like to discuss more about this potential scenario or maybe even suggest another idea entirely then please message me!

Kink wise I am into: Mind-control/hypnosis, cum/spit play, drooling, choking and spanking, ahegao, bondage, sloppy facefucking, latex clothing, long gloves, IQ loss, bimbofication, choker/collar, dronification, celebrity play, humiliation.

Limit wise: Impregnation, incest, death, gore, animal involvement.

Hope to hear from some people soon via the message feature!