08-04-2021, 04:43 PM
I grab the dorm room rule sheet and confidently start reading out loud.
"Rule #1, I hereby understand and accept that Courtney is the ultimate authority of the room, whatever she says goes at any time and for any reason, and I accept that she has every right to take disciplinary action against me shall I break any rules or act out against her in any way. These disciplinary actions can include being placed in timeout, having my phone privileges taken away, having my mouth washed out with soap, being forced to clean up the room, having demeaning words written on my skin with a sharpie, having my bare bottom spanked, or being made to sleep on the hard tile floor naked, without any blankets or pillows. Alternatively, going an entire day without breaking any rules or upsetting Courtney in any way will allow me to become eligible for a good girl reward, which I will learn about if I am fortunate enough to earn it with good behavior."
I couldn't believe what I had just read outloud, but I knew I had no time to react, I was expected to look her in the eyes immediately and give her my vows that I understand and will obey the first rule. I knew if I hesitated I would get yelled at, and nothing was more scary than her yelling at me, so I made the only decision I could make.
I lifted my head up, and as hard as it was to do with her intimidating stare, I looked her in the eyes long enough to say, "I both understand and vow to obey this rule, Miss Courtney."
As soon as those words left my mouth a huge shiver went down my spine. It was like I just ran into a brick wall. The magnitude of what I said and the hole I had just dug myself into had just hit me.
I can't believe what she just made me say, did I seriously just willingly sign up to be her slave? What have I done!? I started to feel sick to my stomach with instant regret as the reality of my situation set in.
"That's a very good girl, Miniskirt. I'm glad we have that settled, In order for their to be stability there has to be an enforcer of the rules, and I was born for that role. Let there never be any doubt on who is really in charge here. This is MY DORM ROOM! And don't you ever fucking forget it little girl!"
"Yes M-Miss Courtney I-I understand! Y-You are a t-true leader!" I say in an absolutely pathetic voice.
"I am a wonderful leader, and you will learn that one way or another. Now let's get back to the dorm room rule sheet, Miniskirt! The rest of the rules are not as essential as the first rule, but they are still important in their own right and you will absolutely obey them without question, and if you don't, then by the powers of rule number one I will be forced to punish you in any way I deem fit. Now start reading the rest of the rules and confirm to me that you understand and will obey them."
And for the next hour or so, I did just that, I sat on my knees, read aloud the most preposterous set of rules you could expect a college student to follow, and willingly looked Courtney in the eyes and submissively vowed to obey them. Signing away more of my rights to this girl I just met a couple hours ago. Any thoughts about running away or trying to escape in any way we're no where to be found at this point, the complete fear I had of this girl kept me in my place, on my knees, in total compliance of her orders.
No one could possibly be expected to follow all these crazy rules! There were so many of them, alot of them completely mundane and hard to remember. This whole rule sheet was designed so I would slip up! It was designed to be so hard to follow that of course you were bound to break a rule eventually. Well I wasn't going to let that happen! I was going to study this dorm room rule sheet so hard and be so damn good at following them that she will never be able to punish and humiliate me, which I know she was absolutely dying to do! It was already clear from our earlier interactions that she got a kick out of belittling me, she fucking loved it.
Thinking that our dorm room rule initiation was now completed I started to rise to my feet to alleviate the soreness I was starting to feel on my knees from sitting on them for so long.
"DID I SAY YOU COULD STAND UP YET? Did I ever say we were done? Sit the fuck back down right now, we aren't finished yet Miniskirt!" Courtney hissed in a cruel voice.
I immediately dropped back down to my knees and started to shake again. God I hated when she raised her voice at me!
"Here's the final page, I wrote these down in my notebook while you were taking forever in the bathroom to change after your little potty accident."
She couldn't be serious. But of course she was serious. I shouldn't even be surprised at this point.
"You know the drill by now, get to reading them, then look me in the eye and vow that you will comply to them. Let's get this over with already I have shit to do before it's our bedtime."
I found myself once again sitting in silence, though not because I was overwhelmed with fear like before, it was because I couldn't read her sloppy handwriting!
I knew if I sat there in silence for much longer I was about to be on the receiving end of more verbal abuse, so I looked up to her as bravely as I could before I whimpered out a pathetic plea.
"M-Miss Courtney, I-I'm having a hard t-time reading your h-handwriting, c-could you just read it for me, if that's o-okay of course?"
As I finished with my plea to her, I winced expecting her to raise her voice at me, but was pleasantly surprised when all she did was gently grab the paper from me and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"It's no big deal, It's true, I do have sloppy handwriting, it's one of my only flaws. Actually you know what? Hang on one second."
Courtney got up and walked over to her desk to grab a pen, walked back over to me and dropped it in my lap.
"You're going to write down these rules word by word as I read them out to you on the back of your dorm room study guide sheet, that way you can study these rules with the other ones I typed, great idea Courtney!"
She wasted no time getting straight to work, giving me a 5 second window between each word so I had time to jot it down.
"Rule #48, Courtney's room, Courtney's shower. I hereby understand and accept that Courtney will always be allowed to take the first shower of the day so she can enjoy the hot water, I also promise I will never complain about having to take cold showers as a result of Courtney getting to take long, hot showers."
What an absolute bitch, I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier as I had to finish writing that down and repeat it to her.
"This is a very important rule that I forgot to add to the printed copy. Growing up poor, I never had the opportunity to take hot showers, it was only when I was at nice hotels with my basketball, softball and field hockey teams that I got to enjoy them, and oh do I enjoy them! If the water is nice and hot I usually stay in there for up to an hour, the hot water makes me feel so alive, but unfortunately, showering for that long dries up all the hot water, so you'll have to make due with the leftovers, but that won't be a problem, will it Miniskirt?"
"No Miss C-Courtney it w-won't be a problem at all!" I say, surprising myself by how quickly I responded.
Even despite how angry it made me to write that down and vow to obey it, the courage to challenge this rule, or any of the other absolutely outrageous rules was no where to be found. That energy was gone now, missing, or maybe just dead all together at this point.
"RULE #49!" Courtney began in an increasingly louder voice, "Courtney's room, Courtney's beds. I hereby understand and accept that both the bottom and top bunk beds belong to Courtney and that I have absolutely zero right to ever sleep in them, unless given special permission from Courtney."
Despite steaming with anger at being forced to recite and vow to obey yet another dehumanizing rule, there was no resistance to be found from me, only simple compliance.
Courtney went on to explain.
"You have to understand, I'm not doing this to be cruel, I need the top bunk bed for my sports equipment, sports are the only reason I'm here at this prestigious university, so my sports equipment mean everything to me, I need to make sure it all stays in perfect condition, safe and sound from the dirty disgusting floor, which is where you will be sleeping by the way! You still have your blankets and pillows!" she says with a wicked laugh, "I'm sure it won't be a problem though, will it Miniskirt?"
Once again I didn't hesitate in the slightest.
"Of c-course it w-won't be a problem M-Miss Courtney! I-I'm perfectly fine sleeping on the floor, you need t-the top bunk bed more than me! no problem at all Ma'am!"
Everytime I cowardly swallowed my pride and gave into her, I could feel my self esteem plummet to new found lows, and it felt like I was helpless to stop it.
"I am so happy to hear you say that Miniskirt, I have to say you've been such a good girl during this entire rule initiation process, keep it up, one last rule to go, for now atleast!"
For some strange reason that I can not explain, my stomach filled up with a warm fuzzy feeling when she told me how I was being such a good girl. After all the rude and demeaning things she has said to me, hearing her compliment me just made me feel good, it felt seriously rewarding.
"Last but not least, RULE #50!" Courtney happily announced, with a bigger than usual grin on her face. "I made this rule special just for you." she said as her cheeks started to blush.
"The miniskirt dresscode: I hereby understand and accept that if I live in Courtney's dorm room that I will have to abide by her dresscode at all times, which require that I must wear a miniskirt during all hours of the day, with absolutely no exceptions, failure to follow this rule will result in severe punishments."
This time was different. When it came time to look her in the eyes and recite back to her the rule and my vow to follow it, I stayed silent. Now she was trying to control my life outside the dorm room. This was a step too far. I was weak enough to agree to allow her to control my life inside the door room, but this? I felt like I had to atleast try to stick up for myself here, it was now or never. Well, here it goes.
"I'm s-sorry Ma'am but I j-just can't agree with t-this" I say, my voice shaking intensely.
"I s-should be allowed to wear whatever I w-want to! It's only r-right! P-please understand where I am c-coming f-from!"
Courtney immediately sprung up from the bed and took a step towards me in a threatening manner, causing me to instantly lower my head to the ground in a cowardly panic.
"Awwhhh, d-does m-miniskirt, t-think t-that s-she s-should b-be a-ble t-to w-wear w-whatever s-she w-wants w-while s-she l-lives i-in m-my d-dorm r-room? Courtney joked, mocking my constant stuttering.
I didn't respond. I just sat still, my eyes glued to the ground.
Seconds felt like hours as she just stood there, not saying a word, towering over me. The fear was starting to take over my body again as I began to deeply regret ever trying to challenge her. God that was so stupid I thought to myself! She had just complimented me on being a good girl too, and now I turn around and do this! What was I thinking! I should have just kept my mouth shut and obeyed!
Courtney finally broke the silence, "What is your name?"
"W-what?" I respond, completely perplexed.
"IT WAS A SIMPLE QUESTION LITTLE GIRL, YOUR NAME, WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING NAME?" My anxiety went through the roof as Courtney started to yell at me again.
M-my name is G-G-Gabby?" I say, with absolutely no confidence if that even is my real name anymore.
"WRONG!" Courtney screamed.
*SLAP*
Courtney swung her right hand back and slapped me with considerable force to the top of my head, knocking me off my knees and to the floor. My entire body started to shake uncontrollably at this point. What I was experiencing right now was beyond fear, it was pure terror. I have never ever been hit in my entire life, not even my parents spanked me as a kid, this was mortifying. I was going through shock, I didn't know what to do or how to act. I just laid there, playing dead, hoping I could somehow teleport away to safety from this giant bully.
"Oh get the fuck up you little baby, I barely even touched you." Courtney said laughing, like this was a sick game to her.
Courtney took a step and stood over me, as I laid on the ground, shaking profusely, covering my face with my hands.
"GET UP! Jesus christ you are the biggest wimp I have ever met in my life, come on now get up, I don't have all day" She said, clearly annoyed at me, as she reached down, put both hands under my armpits, and lifted me up like I weight nothing. She placed me down on my knees like how I was sitting previously and continued to stand over me.
"You aren't Gabby anymore, she's gone, your new name is Miniskirt from now on." She said in a soft but vicious manner.
"NOW I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY IT, SO LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN, WHAT. IS. YOUR. NAME!?" She screams as she grabs the back of my hair and pulls it back, forcing my head backwards to look up at her.
As tears rushed down my cheeks and fear overwhelmed my entire body I answered her.
"M-m-my n-name is M-Miniskirt. I am M-Miniskirt!"
"And what is your dresscode? What are you only allowed to ever wear for me?" She asks, her hand still firmly grasping my head in place.
"I am o-only ever allowed t-to w-wear m-miniskirts Miss C-Courtney."
Courtney breathed in a deep sigh while still holding onto my hair with a powerful grip.
"That's a good girl. Now was that so hard? That is all you ever had to say in the first damn place, instead you had to go and make a big scene didn't you? That was very inappropriate of you. I think you owe me an apology little girl."
In a genuine voice I gave her a heartfelt, sincere apology as tears continued to pour down my face.
"P-please forgive me, I am s-s-so s-s-sorry, I was c-completely out of l-line to q-question you in any w-way, I d-don't know what g-got into me, I w-will never act out like t-that again, p-please believe m-me, from the b-bottom of my h-heart, I am s-s-so s-s-s-s-orry!" I finish saying before completely losing it and start bawling like a little baby.
Courtney's face lit up with a satisfied smile seeing me completely break down again. She looked so proud of herself. She loved the power she was building over me and it showed.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of her standing over me not saying a word as she grasped my hair back and watched me sob like a baby, Courtney knelt down infront of me and spoke.
"Awwwhhh, Miniskirt, I hate to see you cry like this, I really do, especially after you were doing so good accepting the rules earlier, you only had one little slip up didn't you? Just one little slip up, no big deal. Listen, I don't enjoy having to punish and get physical with you, but if you make me, I will do it, and I won't feel bad about it either, let that be absolutely clear. Remember, you were the one who made me hit you, not me. Now let's get back to work, shall we? We still have a couple more things to get to before bedtime." She finished saying in a patronizing tone, before giving me a quick kiss on the side of my head where she slapped me while also wiping away some of my tears with her thumb.
Courtney finally let my hair free of her powerful grip, got up, and walked over to my bags of clothing laying at the edge of the room. Through the corner of my eyes, still too scared to fully move my head, I could see her begin to scavenge through my bags of clothing, making multiple piles for different types of clothes.
"Hmm let's see, you can keep this, I guess you can keep this too, oh but this has got to go, this definitely violates the dress code, nope you won't be needing these, oh these are so cute, but they gotta go too, this is trash, this is trash, more trash."
"Oh here we go, oh my god, look at all this, you really are a little miss Miniskirt aren't you? Oh how cute, you have one miniskirt for every day of the week, that works out just perfect, that is more than enough."
"Alright Miniskirt, I'll be right back, I need to go take out the trash, I'll be back shortly." Courtney said with a gleaming smile on her face.
I didn't say a word as Courtney got up, with massive piles of clothes in her hands, and walked out the door to throw away thousands of dollars worth of my clothing. There was no fight left in me at this point, nothing at all, only devastating defeat. I started to come to grips with my new reality, with the fact that I wasn't Gabby anymore, that I really was this 'Miniskirt' girl that Courtney forged me into.
As Courtney was gone throwing away every piece of bottom clothing of mine that wasn't a miniskirt, I picked up my copy of the dorm room rule sheet and started to look through it again. This is my new life I thought to myself, If I'm going to survive through this I need to study these rules as hard as I can, so I can be the best miniskirt I can be."
"RULE #2, I will keep my mouth shut. I hereby understand and accept that I will stay in my place, I will never speak out of turn, I will never interrupt Courtney when she is speaking, and I will never disturb her unnecessarily. If I have a question or would like to make a statement to Courtney I will politely and quietly raise my hand until she calls on me and allows me to speak."
Oh that's not a big deal I think to myself, it's just like being back in grade college where you raise your hand and wait for the teacher to call on you! That's easy, no problem!
"RULE #3, The dorm room hours of operation. I hereby understand and accept that in order to maintain structure, there must be a strict schedule that we must follow. This includes waking up every morning at 6 AM on the dot, being back in our dorms by no later than 4 PM after classes are complete, and being in bed ready to sleep no later than 9 PM. Courtney will be free to go and leave as she pleases, but I accept that I have no right to leave the dorm room after 4 PM unless given special permission from Courtney."
That shouldn't be too hard to follow I say to myself. Being back in the dorm by 4PM might be a little tough though, since I have a one hour psych class everyday that starts at 2:45PM across campus, but if I hustle I should be able to make it back! I guess that also means I won't be able to make it to dinner, but that's fine, I'm on a diet anyhow!
"RULE #4, None of my friends will be allowed in Courtney's dorm room. I hereby understand and accept that under no circumstances, EVER, will I be allowed to have any of my friends in Courtney's dorm room. I do however accept that Courtney is allowed to invite any of her friends over when she pleases, and that Courtney's friends will be treated with the utmost respect at all times. I also understand that disciplinary actions can and will be administered against me no matter if Courtney's friends are in the room or not."
That's fine with me! I wouldn't even invite my worst enemies in here to be near this domineering bully! Let alone my actual friends. And as far as Courtney's friends are concerned? I bet she doesn't even have any friends! I guarantee it! So I don't even need to worry about that.
"RULE #5, I will be there to provide Courtney with academic assistance whenever she requests. I hereby understand and accept that Courtney's academics will take priority over my own. I understand that as a three sport student-athlete, Courtney faces significant challenges maintaining both her academic and athletic endeavors, and I vow that I will assist her whenever she orders me to."
Wow! Being on three sports teams does sound tough and time consuming, I'm sure she is going to need help now and then with her homework, I guess it is only fair that I help her out a little bit!
"Rule #1, I hereby understand and accept that Courtney is the ultimate authority of the room, whatever she says goes at any time and for any reason, and I accept that she has every right to take disciplinary action against me shall I break any rules or act out against her in any way. These disciplinary actions can include being placed in timeout, having my phone privileges taken away, having my mouth washed out with soap, being forced to clean up the room, having demeaning words written on my skin with a sharpie, having my bare bottom spanked, or being made to sleep on the hard tile floor naked, without any blankets or pillows. Alternatively, going an entire day without breaking any rules or upsetting Courtney in any way will allow me to become eligible for a good girl reward, which I will learn about if I am fortunate enough to earn it with good behavior."
I couldn't believe what I had just read outloud, but I knew I had no time to react, I was expected to look her in the eyes immediately and give her my vows that I understand and will obey the first rule. I knew if I hesitated I would get yelled at, and nothing was more scary than her yelling at me, so I made the only decision I could make.
I lifted my head up, and as hard as it was to do with her intimidating stare, I looked her in the eyes long enough to say, "I both understand and vow to obey this rule, Miss Courtney."
As soon as those words left my mouth a huge shiver went down my spine. It was like I just ran into a brick wall. The magnitude of what I said and the hole I had just dug myself into had just hit me.
I can't believe what she just made me say, did I seriously just willingly sign up to be her slave? What have I done!? I started to feel sick to my stomach with instant regret as the reality of my situation set in.
"That's a very good girl, Miniskirt. I'm glad we have that settled, In order for their to be stability there has to be an enforcer of the rules, and I was born for that role. Let there never be any doubt on who is really in charge here. This is MY DORM ROOM! And don't you ever fucking forget it little girl!"
"Yes M-Miss Courtney I-I understand! Y-You are a t-true leader!" I say in an absolutely pathetic voice.
"I am a wonderful leader, and you will learn that one way or another. Now let's get back to the dorm room rule sheet, Miniskirt! The rest of the rules are not as essential as the first rule, but they are still important in their own right and you will absolutely obey them without question, and if you don't, then by the powers of rule number one I will be forced to punish you in any way I deem fit. Now start reading the rest of the rules and confirm to me that you understand and will obey them."
And for the next hour or so, I did just that, I sat on my knees, read aloud the most preposterous set of rules you could expect a college student to follow, and willingly looked Courtney in the eyes and submissively vowed to obey them. Signing away more of my rights to this girl I just met a couple hours ago. Any thoughts about running away or trying to escape in any way we're no where to be found at this point, the complete fear I had of this girl kept me in my place, on my knees, in total compliance of her orders.
No one could possibly be expected to follow all these crazy rules! There were so many of them, alot of them completely mundane and hard to remember. This whole rule sheet was designed so I would slip up! It was designed to be so hard to follow that of course you were bound to break a rule eventually. Well I wasn't going to let that happen! I was going to study this dorm room rule sheet so hard and be so damn good at following them that she will never be able to punish and humiliate me, which I know she was absolutely dying to do! It was already clear from our earlier interactions that she got a kick out of belittling me, she fucking loved it.
Thinking that our dorm room rule initiation was now completed I started to rise to my feet to alleviate the soreness I was starting to feel on my knees from sitting on them for so long.
"DID I SAY YOU COULD STAND UP YET? Did I ever say we were done? Sit the fuck back down right now, we aren't finished yet Miniskirt!" Courtney hissed in a cruel voice.
I immediately dropped back down to my knees and started to shake again. God I hated when she raised her voice at me!
"Here's the final page, I wrote these down in my notebook while you were taking forever in the bathroom to change after your little potty accident."
She couldn't be serious. But of course she was serious. I shouldn't even be surprised at this point.
"You know the drill by now, get to reading them, then look me in the eye and vow that you will comply to them. Let's get this over with already I have shit to do before it's our bedtime."
I found myself once again sitting in silence, though not because I was overwhelmed with fear like before, it was because I couldn't read her sloppy handwriting!
I knew if I sat there in silence for much longer I was about to be on the receiving end of more verbal abuse, so I looked up to her as bravely as I could before I whimpered out a pathetic plea.
"M-Miss Courtney, I-I'm having a hard t-time reading your h-handwriting, c-could you just read it for me, if that's o-okay of course?"
As I finished with my plea to her, I winced expecting her to raise her voice at me, but was pleasantly surprised when all she did was gently grab the paper from me and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"It's no big deal, It's true, I do have sloppy handwriting, it's one of my only flaws. Actually you know what? Hang on one second."
Courtney got up and walked over to her desk to grab a pen, walked back over to me and dropped it in my lap.
"You're going to write down these rules word by word as I read them out to you on the back of your dorm room study guide sheet, that way you can study these rules with the other ones I typed, great idea Courtney!"
She wasted no time getting straight to work, giving me a 5 second window between each word so I had time to jot it down.
"Rule #48, Courtney's room, Courtney's shower. I hereby understand and accept that Courtney will always be allowed to take the first shower of the day so she can enjoy the hot water, I also promise I will never complain about having to take cold showers as a result of Courtney getting to take long, hot showers."
What an absolute bitch, I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier as I had to finish writing that down and repeat it to her.
"This is a very important rule that I forgot to add to the printed copy. Growing up poor, I never had the opportunity to take hot showers, it was only when I was at nice hotels with my basketball, softball and field hockey teams that I got to enjoy them, and oh do I enjoy them! If the water is nice and hot I usually stay in there for up to an hour, the hot water makes me feel so alive, but unfortunately, showering for that long dries up all the hot water, so you'll have to make due with the leftovers, but that won't be a problem, will it Miniskirt?"
"No Miss C-Courtney it w-won't be a problem at all!" I say, surprising myself by how quickly I responded.
Even despite how angry it made me to write that down and vow to obey it, the courage to challenge this rule, or any of the other absolutely outrageous rules was no where to be found. That energy was gone now, missing, or maybe just dead all together at this point.
"RULE #49!" Courtney began in an increasingly louder voice, "Courtney's room, Courtney's beds. I hereby understand and accept that both the bottom and top bunk beds belong to Courtney and that I have absolutely zero right to ever sleep in them, unless given special permission from Courtney."
Despite steaming with anger at being forced to recite and vow to obey yet another dehumanizing rule, there was no resistance to be found from me, only simple compliance.
Courtney went on to explain.
"You have to understand, I'm not doing this to be cruel, I need the top bunk bed for my sports equipment, sports are the only reason I'm here at this prestigious university, so my sports equipment mean everything to me, I need to make sure it all stays in perfect condition, safe and sound from the dirty disgusting floor, which is where you will be sleeping by the way! You still have your blankets and pillows!" she says with a wicked laugh, "I'm sure it won't be a problem though, will it Miniskirt?"
Once again I didn't hesitate in the slightest.
"Of c-course it w-won't be a problem M-Miss Courtney! I-I'm perfectly fine sleeping on the floor, you need t-the top bunk bed more than me! no problem at all Ma'am!"
Everytime I cowardly swallowed my pride and gave into her, I could feel my self esteem plummet to new found lows, and it felt like I was helpless to stop it.
"I am so happy to hear you say that Miniskirt, I have to say you've been such a good girl during this entire rule initiation process, keep it up, one last rule to go, for now atleast!"
For some strange reason that I can not explain, my stomach filled up with a warm fuzzy feeling when she told me how I was being such a good girl. After all the rude and demeaning things she has said to me, hearing her compliment me just made me feel good, it felt seriously rewarding.
"Last but not least, RULE #50!" Courtney happily announced, with a bigger than usual grin on her face. "I made this rule special just for you." she said as her cheeks started to blush.
"The miniskirt dresscode: I hereby understand and accept that if I live in Courtney's dorm room that I will have to abide by her dresscode at all times, which require that I must wear a miniskirt during all hours of the day, with absolutely no exceptions, failure to follow this rule will result in severe punishments."
This time was different. When it came time to look her in the eyes and recite back to her the rule and my vow to follow it, I stayed silent. Now she was trying to control my life outside the dorm room. This was a step too far. I was weak enough to agree to allow her to control my life inside the door room, but this? I felt like I had to atleast try to stick up for myself here, it was now or never. Well, here it goes.
"I'm s-sorry Ma'am but I j-just can't agree with t-this" I say, my voice shaking intensely.
"I s-should be allowed to wear whatever I w-want to! It's only r-right! P-please understand where I am c-coming f-from!"
Courtney immediately sprung up from the bed and took a step towards me in a threatening manner, causing me to instantly lower my head to the ground in a cowardly panic.
"Awwhhh, d-does m-miniskirt, t-think t-that s-she s-should b-be a-ble t-to w-wear w-whatever s-she w-wants w-while s-she l-lives i-in m-my d-dorm r-room? Courtney joked, mocking my constant stuttering.
I didn't respond. I just sat still, my eyes glued to the ground.
Seconds felt like hours as she just stood there, not saying a word, towering over me. The fear was starting to take over my body again as I began to deeply regret ever trying to challenge her. God that was so stupid I thought to myself! She had just complimented me on being a good girl too, and now I turn around and do this! What was I thinking! I should have just kept my mouth shut and obeyed!
Courtney finally broke the silence, "What is your name?"
"W-what?" I respond, completely perplexed.
"IT WAS A SIMPLE QUESTION LITTLE GIRL, YOUR NAME, WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING NAME?" My anxiety went through the roof as Courtney started to yell at me again.
M-my name is G-G-Gabby?" I say, with absolutely no confidence if that even is my real name anymore.
"WRONG!" Courtney screamed.
*SLAP*
Courtney swung her right hand back and slapped me with considerable force to the top of my head, knocking me off my knees and to the floor. My entire body started to shake uncontrollably at this point. What I was experiencing right now was beyond fear, it was pure terror. I have never ever been hit in my entire life, not even my parents spanked me as a kid, this was mortifying. I was going through shock, I didn't know what to do or how to act. I just laid there, playing dead, hoping I could somehow teleport away to safety from this giant bully.
"Oh get the fuck up you little baby, I barely even touched you." Courtney said laughing, like this was a sick game to her.
Courtney took a step and stood over me, as I laid on the ground, shaking profusely, covering my face with my hands.
"GET UP! Jesus christ you are the biggest wimp I have ever met in my life, come on now get up, I don't have all day" She said, clearly annoyed at me, as she reached down, put both hands under my armpits, and lifted me up like I weight nothing. She placed me down on my knees like how I was sitting previously and continued to stand over me.
"You aren't Gabby anymore, she's gone, your new name is Miniskirt from now on." She said in a soft but vicious manner.
"NOW I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY IT, SO LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN, WHAT. IS. YOUR. NAME!?" She screams as she grabs the back of my hair and pulls it back, forcing my head backwards to look up at her.
As tears rushed down my cheeks and fear overwhelmed my entire body I answered her.
"M-m-my n-name is M-Miniskirt. I am M-Miniskirt!"
"And what is your dresscode? What are you only allowed to ever wear for me?" She asks, her hand still firmly grasping my head in place.
"I am o-only ever allowed t-to w-wear m-miniskirts Miss C-Courtney."
Courtney breathed in a deep sigh while still holding onto my hair with a powerful grip.
"That's a good girl. Now was that so hard? That is all you ever had to say in the first damn place, instead you had to go and make a big scene didn't you? That was very inappropriate of you. I think you owe me an apology little girl."
In a genuine voice I gave her a heartfelt, sincere apology as tears continued to pour down my face.
"P-please forgive me, I am s-s-so s-s-sorry, I was c-completely out of l-line to q-question you in any w-way, I d-don't know what g-got into me, I w-will never act out like t-that again, p-please believe m-me, from the b-bottom of my h-heart, I am s-s-so s-s-s-s-orry!" I finish saying before completely losing it and start bawling like a little baby.
Courtney's face lit up with a satisfied smile seeing me completely break down again. She looked so proud of herself. She loved the power she was building over me and it showed.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of her standing over me not saying a word as she grasped my hair back and watched me sob like a baby, Courtney knelt down infront of me and spoke.
"Awwwhhh, Miniskirt, I hate to see you cry like this, I really do, especially after you were doing so good accepting the rules earlier, you only had one little slip up didn't you? Just one little slip up, no big deal. Listen, I don't enjoy having to punish and get physical with you, but if you make me, I will do it, and I won't feel bad about it either, let that be absolutely clear. Remember, you were the one who made me hit you, not me. Now let's get back to work, shall we? We still have a couple more things to get to before bedtime." She finished saying in a patronizing tone, before giving me a quick kiss on the side of my head where she slapped me while also wiping away some of my tears with her thumb.
Courtney finally let my hair free of her powerful grip, got up, and walked over to my bags of clothing laying at the edge of the room. Through the corner of my eyes, still too scared to fully move my head, I could see her begin to scavenge through my bags of clothing, making multiple piles for different types of clothes.
"Hmm let's see, you can keep this, I guess you can keep this too, oh but this has got to go, this definitely violates the dress code, nope you won't be needing these, oh these are so cute, but they gotta go too, this is trash, this is trash, more trash."
"Oh here we go, oh my god, look at all this, you really are a little miss Miniskirt aren't you? Oh how cute, you have one miniskirt for every day of the week, that works out just perfect, that is more than enough."
"Alright Miniskirt, I'll be right back, I need to go take out the trash, I'll be back shortly." Courtney said with a gleaming smile on her face.
I didn't say a word as Courtney got up, with massive piles of clothes in her hands, and walked out the door to throw away thousands of dollars worth of my clothing. There was no fight left in me at this point, nothing at all, only devastating defeat. I started to come to grips with my new reality, with the fact that I wasn't Gabby anymore, that I really was this 'Miniskirt' girl that Courtney forged me into.
As Courtney was gone throwing away every piece of bottom clothing of mine that wasn't a miniskirt, I picked up my copy of the dorm room rule sheet and started to look through it again. This is my new life I thought to myself, If I'm going to survive through this I need to study these rules as hard as I can, so I can be the best miniskirt I can be."
"RULE #2, I will keep my mouth shut. I hereby understand and accept that I will stay in my place, I will never speak out of turn, I will never interrupt Courtney when she is speaking, and I will never disturb her unnecessarily. If I have a question or would like to make a statement to Courtney I will politely and quietly raise my hand until she calls on me and allows me to speak."
Oh that's not a big deal I think to myself, it's just like being back in grade college where you raise your hand and wait for the teacher to call on you! That's easy, no problem!
"RULE #3, The dorm room hours of operation. I hereby understand and accept that in order to maintain structure, there must be a strict schedule that we must follow. This includes waking up every morning at 6 AM on the dot, being back in our dorms by no later than 4 PM after classes are complete, and being in bed ready to sleep no later than 9 PM. Courtney will be free to go and leave as she pleases, but I accept that I have no right to leave the dorm room after 4 PM unless given special permission from Courtney."
That shouldn't be too hard to follow I say to myself. Being back in the dorm by 4PM might be a little tough though, since I have a one hour psych class everyday that starts at 2:45PM across campus, but if I hustle I should be able to make it back! I guess that also means I won't be able to make it to dinner, but that's fine, I'm on a diet anyhow!
"RULE #4, None of my friends will be allowed in Courtney's dorm room. I hereby understand and accept that under no circumstances, EVER, will I be allowed to have any of my friends in Courtney's dorm room. I do however accept that Courtney is allowed to invite any of her friends over when she pleases, and that Courtney's friends will be treated with the utmost respect at all times. I also understand that disciplinary actions can and will be administered against me no matter if Courtney's friends are in the room or not."
That's fine with me! I wouldn't even invite my worst enemies in here to be near this domineering bully! Let alone my actual friends. And as far as Courtney's friends are concerned? I bet she doesn't even have any friends! I guarantee it! So I don't even need to worry about that.
"RULE #5, I will be there to provide Courtney with academic assistance whenever she requests. I hereby understand and accept that Courtney's academics will take priority over my own. I understand that as a three sport student-athlete, Courtney faces significant challenges maintaining both her academic and athletic endeavors, and I vow that I will assist her whenever she orders me to."
Wow! Being on three sports teams does sound tough and time consuming, I'm sure she is going to need help now and then with her homework, I guess it is only fair that I help her out a little bit!
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