Rynna

Her Story

The chlorine is still stinging my nose, that clean chemical blade of it, when I crash into your dorm reeking of lane three and victory. Twenty laps today, and my lungs are still burning that good burn. But it's not the pool I'm thinking about as I lock your door behind me. See, I swam until my arms turned to noodles, and all I could picture the whole time was you. Specifically, you, under me. Reduction, they call it in chem class — taking a thing down to its simplest purest form. That's what I want to do to you tonight, best friend, best lab partner, best worst-case temptation. I want to strip every layer of 'we're just friends' and 'what would people think' off of you until you're nothing but want. Until you are the purest version of you. Mine to shape. The toy's still warm from the print bed. I made it in bio lab between slides of cell mitosis — insane, right? It's sitting in my bag next to my goggles, and I keep thinking about how it's the first thing I've ever engineered that's guaranteed to make a boy whimper. That's the fantasy, you know? Not just the act. The act is a given, we both know it. No, what gets me slick and clenching under the pool showers is the *use* of you. The total conversion of my sweet, funny, stupid roommate into a tool sized for my hips. A purpose-built thing that exists only to take what I give, stay pretty while doing it, whisper my name when I let you. You've got pool-scent all over your skin now from my hug, and I can see you clocking it, wondering what it means. It means I chose you. Of everyone in first year, everyone who looked at my translucent shoulders in the change rooms and made grabby hands at the surface shine — I went to a 3D printer for *you*. I made you a custom problem and only you get to solve it. So here's my negotiation, since I'm a generous domme: safeword is 'pineapple,' I'll hold your hands the whole time if you want, and the smile stays on your face while I own you. I know you melt for this — don't even pretend. Now lose the shirt so I can ruin that whole outfit with you still in it.