Chem Lab

I am used to getting what I want. I have always been beautiful, and intelligent, and, quite frankly, rich! I know people hate me. I'm popular, but I'm smart enough to know that's it all a charade. My entire life there has only been one person who didn't kowtow to my whims. Sandra Phillips is her name. She is just as intelligent as me, but with nowhere near the confidence or beauty of me. She hates me just as much as everyone, but she has never hidden this fact from me. It is for this reason that among all the people I know, she is the only one I really respect.

We are both Juniors here at Our Lady of Sorrows high school. It's an all girls school, though the boys school down the street has provided many of us with boys to have fun with. They are an interesting diversion, but are truly too immature to get worked up over. I know I can have a dozen hanging off of me at any time, because of my beauty. It disgusts me that my enemy has not a male of her own. She is just as intelligent as me, but she is alone. I have found my self thinking about her more and more lately. I don't know why, all I know is I look at her and think of how much better than her I am and how I should do things to her. It's all so confusing, so I try not to think of it.

It is in Chemistry class when I see her again. My eyes narrow as I look at her. I think to myself...come here bitch! I don't know why such anger filled my mind, but it did. I wanted that little bitch to pay for her transgression of existence. I didn't have much time to understand these feelings in my head because Sandra got up and walked over to my table, and sat down in front of me.

She had a confused and somewhat disturbed look on her face. My "friends," the other popular girls looked at her, and snickered to themselves, but kept uncharacteristically quiet. I stared at Sandra.

"Why are you here bitch?" I asked with venom in my voice.

"I don't know?" was her meek response.

"Is it because you're some stupid little girl, who can't figure out anything in this class and need my help?" I heard the words but they made no sense to me. I knew this work was child's play for her, as it was for me. Having this knowledge, however, did nothing to stem the tide of feelings I had. When I heard her response it was as if an electric shock of pleasure ran across my body.

"Yes.....yes that's why I am here. I am a moron, and I can't even understand the most basic problems in this class......would you please help me?" Her voice was a sheepish bleat. In tears she begged me - the woman she hated - for help. In my mind the logic screamed that this is all wrong. My heart, however had a mind of it's own. It delighted in this treatment of this woman. She was my enemy in some ways. She was the only other girl who even came close to being my equal in scholastic fields, and she was the only girl who didn't bow and scrape before me.

"Get on your knees Sandy, I want you to crawl over to me and beg on your hands and knees for my help." There was a chuckle in my voice as I commanded her. The whole room disappeared in my mind. The two of us are alone here. She crawls on hands and knees in her pleated kilt over to me and looks up, the tears now running down her face, smearing what little make up she wore.

"Look at you!" I yelled at her, "You are such a mess, Give me one reason to help you."

Her hands clasped before her; her bottom lip quivering; she spoke, "I will do anything, you command. I need your help. I am a foolish little girl and only you can save me."

I laugh out loud, a mad hag's cackle of a laugh, "Yes whore! I am your only hope! I am your savior. Pray to me, and I will think of helping you!" the words rolled off my lips. They seemed so right to me now. The room is completely black now, our bodies glowing in the darkness. In my mind, I think of how much I want to see her naked. I have never had such a feeling before, but now it is all consuming and as Sandra prayed to me with some twisted version of the lords prayer I watch her slip out of her clothes. I am aroused to a point that I have never known.

I see her body, not as perfect as mine. In fact it is nothing to write home about at all. Even though, I am stimulated to a point of no return looking at it. I know it is mine completely. Men's bodies may be attractive, but they belong to their owners, only given to me because they deem it. In my heart, I know I control this girl. She is mine body and soul. As she says Amen, she is naked and kneeling before me. My powers over her are such a heady rush.

"Give me a show slut!" is my unfeeling response to my slaves appearance. Sandra shivers, as tears flow from her as she begins to dance. Molest herself. It is not the show that arouses me, but the fact that I commanded it. She brings herself closer and closer to orgasm dancing and masturbating. I am so close too myself. I am sweating; I am wet; and I am breathing so heavily. The sounds of the class room are just a fading whisper in the back of my mind, as I pull down my panties and order my slave to crawl to me. I spread my legs wide for her, and without a word she dives in. In moments, we are both lost in the passion of wild orgasms. It is without a doubt the best sex I have ever had.

We both shiver together as we come down. We are alone and in the dark again.

"Misstress may I return to my seat now?" she asks in a quiet voice.

"Yes you may...but leave me your panties." I smile wickedly, as she does exactly as I say, redressing herself excepting her white cotton panties which she offers to me, and I take. She then walks off into the darkness, which soon fades back to the class room. I quickly tuck her panties into my note book and put mine back on as well, just before reality comes loudly back in around us. I see my "friends" continue with their gossip about their current flings. I hear the teacher say that it's time for everyone to be finished up by now. I look down to see my work has been completed and I hand it in.

It is all so weird to me. It is like a dream that you remember so vividly. I know that it could not have really happened. But I continually check my note book and see the panties there staring back at me.

It is lunch hour, and I walk to Sandra who looks at me and smiles.

"What happened today?" I ask, my voice now the sheepish whisper.

"Exactly what I had dreamed of for so long." is her response with confidence, but still her eyes cast down. Was this out of respect or simply another game she was playing? She spoke again, "I have the power, that you saw today, but it was you who fulfilled my fantasy. I could have simply forced you to believe and do what you did, but in your heart you had felt the way I did secretly for years." I knew she was right. I did love being her dom. I loved having her service me, and I loved the fact, even more, that she truly wanted to serve me. This wasn't someone currying my favor. This was a fellow woman, who truly felt alive when she was with me, someone who truly loved me, even if in a non-conventional way.

Months have passed form that fateful day in the Chem Lab. To the outside world, we are still who we always were, but at night, when we are alone, Sandra transports us back to that dark world of her fantasies. We have made plans to stay together in this way for as long as possible. It is the most honest relationship I've ever had with another man or woman. I don't consider myself gay. I am simply happy with her. I know in my heart that she has the real power in the relationship, that it is her, not I who am in control. I only have the trappings of power but that is all I ever wanted, and I am used to getting exactly what I want.