Correcting Bad Behavior: Ch. 1 - The Cat Wears the Crown (Blake Belladonna/Weiss Schnee)

This story was commissioned by an anonymous individual! They plan to commission more chapters in the future! It revolves around Blake taking over Weiss's life of luxury, stripping it away from her. It involves humiliation, femdom, and more! Thanks!

STORY START:

Weiss hummed softly, adjusting herself on a lawn chair outside. The sun was blazing above, allowing her to tan. The heiress of the Schnee Dust Company was resting in her estate's backyard. A small box sat beside her, holding her lemonade.

She wore a white bikini and top, accompanied by a pair of expensive sunglasses. Her pale, lithe form shone with beauty. She scrolled mindlessly on her Scroll, being the latest model on the market. Her family's wealth helped her afford whatever she wanted.

"Hmm...that's too tacky," Weiss mumbled to herself, scrolling through an online catalog of fashion clothing. "Boring...ugly...ha! This one looks like something Yang would wear!"

Her fingers continued to swipe, occasionally grabbing her lemonade to take a sip. Minutes ticked by with the Schnee heiress enjoying herself.

Just as she took another sip from her drink, Weiss furrowed her brows in annoyance. She had finished the liquid, leaving behind ice cubes.

"Klein! I need another lemonade!" Weiss shouted while shaking her glass side to side.

Moments later, she heard the soft footsteps of her loyal butler. The same person who had helped raise her since infancy.

"How can I help you-" The older man began in a gentle tone before being interrupted.

"Another lemonade! Didn't you hear me?" Weiss raised a brow, "C'mon Klein, I thought you were smarter than this! Hurry up! My family doesn't pay you for nothing!"

"My apologies," Klein bowed, "I'll be right back."

Taking the cool glass from Weiss's hand, Klein made quick work back into the estate. Weiss smirked, never tearing her eyes away from her Scroll.

She had the life, the luxury, and the wealth to do whatever she wanted. Nobody could tell her otherwise, feeding her ego.

Even her siblings, Winter and Whitley, were subservient to her. She was the heiress; she was the one to inherit their family's company. Everyone in the manor knew that, kissing up to her when needed.

With school being out for the summer, Weiss was prepared to enjoy the next few months doing whatever she wanted. Beacon Academy was quite generous with its breaks for students.

Just as she was about to click on another icon, she heard a set of footsteps from behind her.

"Already back that quick? Not bad," Weiss chuckled, snapping her fingers and pointing to the box beside her, "Place the lemonade there."

"I'm not your butler."

Raising a confused brow, Weiss turned her head to see a friend, "Blake, what are you doing here?! I thought you were Klein!"

True to her word, Blake Belladonna stood a few feet to her left. The Faunus had black cat ears, long black hair, amber eyes, and fair skin. She wore a black buttoned vest, a white crop top, and black pants.

A pair of thigh-high heeled boots was strapped to her feet. She seemed to be annoyed, scowling with her arms crossed.

"Your dad actually hired me. Today's my first day on the job," Blake mentioned, her tone sharp.

"My father? Are you another maid here?" Weiss asked, losing all interest in the conversation. She turned back to her Scroll, not sparing her friend another glance.

Blake took it as a sign to rip the device out of her hand, throwing it into a nearby pool.

"Hey, what the hell?! That was the newest one on the market!" Weiss leaned up, taking off her sunglasses.

"I'm here because your father told me to teach you some humility. You've been indulging in luxury way beyond what he envisioned," Blake scoffed, "If you're going to be the heir to his company, you need to be better."

Being teammates with Weiss allowed Blake to bump shoulders with Jacques Schnee. He had contacted her specifically because she already had history with his daughter, allowing for an ease of access.

At least, Jacques had hoped so.

"Humility? Is this some kind of joke?" Weiss frowned. "We might be friends, but you're crossing the line! Fuck whatever he told you, leave me alone!"

"Are you sure about that?" Blake raised a brow, smiling lightly. Without another word, the Faunus reached into her pocket to retrieve a Scroll, immediately calling Weiss's father.

He picked up on the second ring.

"Mr. Schnee, I believe your daughter needs to be convinced of my employment," Blake spoke with a cocky smirk, keeping eye contact with Weiss. She placed the man on speaker so both women could hear his voice, "She said something along the lines of...what was it? Fuck whatever my father told you?"

Jacques was silent for a moment.

"Pass the phone to Weiss."

Doing as she was told, Blake took secret enjoyment in watching as he shouted at his daughter. He watched as Weiss's face slowly, bit by bit, as he tore into her verbally. He explained the situation, mentioning that she was going to do whatever Blake ordered.

As Weiss fell into a tongue-lashing, Blake fell into her thoughts.

Throughout their years of being on team RWBY, the Faunus had secretly been jealous of Weiss's wealth. The white-haired beauty constantly flaunted her luxurious lifestyle, making her other teammates feel inferior.

Memories flashed through her mind, comments Weiss made over time.

"...I don't even remember the last time I looked at a price tag...!"

"...I could never live somewhere without a view...!"

"...You wouldn't believe how cheap we can pay Faunus servants! It's unreal...!"

That last line stung Blake the most. Weiss knew her species of people were discriminated against, and she leaned into it. This had become personal for the Belladonna.

So when Jacques approached her with this idea, Blake jumped at the chance. She wanted to take revenge, slowly breaking down Weiss until her spirit was broken.

No longer would Blake tolerate Weiss's attitude. No longer would she be made to feel inferior. No longer would she watch in silence and stew in jealousy.

No, starting today, she was the one in charge!

...

"C'mere! The first thing we're doing is getting you new clothes!" Blake shouted with a snarl, yanking Weiss by her elbow. She had always been stronger than the Schnee heiress.

Weiss wore a white, long-sleeved dress with gradients that faded to icy blue at the hem. Her feet were in the usual white boots with silver lacing. A red pendant necklace hung from her neck while her hair was tied up into a ponytail.

Her rapier bounced off her hip, shaking as they walked.

"I don't need new clothes! Mine are beautiful and luxurious! And stop dragging me!" Weiss complained, her futile resistance making Blake chuckle. "Why are we traveling through the slums?!"

"Because you're going to learn some humbleness today!" Blake responded without looking back.

The two had traveled via airship from the Schnee Estate to Mantle. The poverty-stricken land was littered with peasants and shady people—the perfect place to knock Weiss down a peg or two.

Weiss watched as they entered a thrift store, the soft chime of a bell ringing out.

"Welcome," An elderly man said as he swept the floor behind the counter. The air was suffocating, smelling like old wood and wet cotton. Racks of used clothes were lined next to each other, filling up the space.

This was not the same kind of store Weiss was used to entering. Not at all.

Rows and rows of common-folk clothing were the biggest eyesore to Weiss. It was leagues below what she viewed online or in her closet. This type of clothing wasn't even worthy enough to be on her servants!

"Ooh, look at this! Isn't it cute?!" Blake teased as she pulled Weiss to a nearby clothes rack. With her other hand, she retrieved an article of clothing and showed it off.

To Weiss, it was the ugliest thing in the world. Blake was holding a puke-green peasant dress, plain and stained. The collar was stitched, a sign that the previous owner didn't take care of it.

"That's hideous!" Weiss physically recoiled, "I wouldn't dare even touch it!"

"Perfect! Then it means we'll take it!" Blake smirked. "Let's get you changed!"

Slowly but surely, Blake went aisle by aisle to pick out Weiss's new uniform.

Her white boots were replaced by brown sandals. Her rapier was taken from her hip, strapped onto Blake's. Even her red pendant necklace was stripped from her, leaving her neck bare.

When Weiss exited the shop's changing room, she couldn't help the blush of embarrassment on her face.

Her pale skin was covered by the green dress, which barely managed to come to her knees. Without her necklace and rapier, she felt naked. Blake stared on, a satisfied smirk on her face. The Schnee heiress constantly pulled on the bottom of the dress, trying to pull it down.

Trailing behind Blake, Weiss kept her head down as they reached the counter.

"How much is this?" Blake asked while pointing over her shoulder.

"Hmm..." The shopkeeper rubbed his chin, watching as Weiss squirmed in the new attire, "...I'll let it go for 25 lien."

Nodding her head, Blake suddenly tossed the red pendant Weiss had been wearing earlier. With a dumbfounded look, the old man barely caught it in time.

"That right there is a priceless artifact from the Schee estate. It's worth several thousand lien," Blake mentioned, "I hope that's enough to cover the charge. Keep the change."

The store owner nearly shook in surprise. True enough, the jewels shone brightly in the pendant, adding to its credibility. He had been alive long enough to know when he was looking at something genuine.

"Hey! That's mine!" Weiss shouted, clenching her jaw, "Give that back! It's not for you to-"

Blake frowned, "Shut up! Don't forget I'm in charge! If you weren't such a stuck-up bitch, then maybe I'd care!"

Once again, the Faunus pulled Weiss's elbow and walked off. The shopkeeper blinked, realizing he could afford an early retirement.

As the pair walked off to another shop, Weiss screamed, "I can't believe that you're giving away my items! It was worth more money than you'll ever see!"

"Guess that man got a good deal then," Blake smiled, "We're not done giving you a lifestyle change. The next thing we're doing is getting you a make-over."

"Fuck no! You can't make me!" Weiss struggled, her sandaled feet dragging through the dirt. A few nearby citizens stared, whispering and chuckling. "I still have my money! I'll outpay whatever you offer!"

"I guess your father didn't break the news," Blake said as she stared ahead, "Your funds are under my supervision. Until you get your act together, they're mine to do what I want with. How did you think I was getting paid?"

The revelation made Weiss freeze momentarily. That was like a punch to the gut.

Taking advantage of her state, Blake yanked the white-haired beauty into another store. This time, it was an old-fashioned salon that reeked of hair products in the air.

They found a brunette woman reading a magazine, glancing up with a bored look. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, she was actually looking to trim her hair shorter with curtain bangs," Blake mentioned, secretly including her kink into the conversation. Imagining Weiss with that haircut made her loins moisten, "Don't be afraid to use those scissors!"

Weiss wanted to scream. To fight back against another change she was forced to undergo.

Instead, she was whisked away into an open chair. The hairstylist retrieved her tools, looking into the mirror with an analytical look. Her hands quickly untied Weiss's ponytail, watching as white locks flowed down the chair.

It was silky, luscious, beautiful hair. Hair that Weiss was afraid to say goodbye to. It was only through Blake's firm gaze through the mirror that kept her glued to the chair.

"Oh, do you also have any eye contacts? Specifically dark brown?" Blake asked with a tilt of her head, "I can afford it."

"We do," The woman nodded while bringing up her scissors, "After I'm done here, we can look them over."

"Good," Blake nodded, crossing her arms.

She took great satisfaction as Weiss clenched the armrests, her knuckles turning white. She flinched with every slice of hair hitting the floor. Years of shampooing carefully and keeping it healthy were washed down the drain.

Weiss wanted to cry. Her face was contorted in pure pain, an expression that the stylist ignored. For Blake, it lit the fire in her heart. She wanted to see this side of Weiss more.

The scissors continued to click, her long hair shortening to the back of her shoulders. Two long white bangs framed her face, styled in a way that Weiss hated.

Blake loved it all.

...

With her new thrifted clothes, being the puke-green dress and sandals, Weiss was looking much better in Blake's eyes. Her appearance changes also made her pussy throb, savoring the female dominance she had.

She had been the one to do this to her! No longer did Weiss have the same condescending look she always did. Instead, she looked nearly broken. Almost defeated.

Blake would ensure she would be broken by the time she was done.

"Now that you look like a peasant and dress like one. You're going to keep those brown eyes until I feel like you've earned your Schnee image back to get your blue ones," Blake chuckled, leaning back on her arms, "Until then, you're going to treat me like I'm your master."

The Faunus had taken Weiss back to her home, leading her into a private bedroom. Blake took charge, acting as if she were the one who lived here instead. She sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the tears that threatened to fall from Weiss's eyes.

The Schnee heiress knelt on the carpeted floor, staring up with frustration bubbling in her heart. She wanted nothing more than to spite her former friend, the same one who had embarrassed her the entire day.

Instead, she was forced to take this. To endure this treatment or risk losing her lifestyle completely.

"How did it come to this?! Blake walks in and takes MY life?! She thinks I'm going to be her servant?!" Weiss thought, grinding her teeth in anger.

Blake took enjoyment in the reversed power roles, finally able to vent her frustration. Her legs slowly kicked off her thigh-high boots, falling to the floor.

"Pull my socks off with your teeth," Blake wiggled her toes in front of Weiss's face, "I've been sweating all day and they need to breathe."

"You disgusting bitch! Like I would ever hurgh~-" Weiss began before shutting up.

Blake had filled her open mouth with the front half of her food, blocking the words from escaping. "Less talking and more foot worship. I've fantasized about this for too long for you to ruin it."

Weiss nearly gagged at the harsh taste, female musk, and sweat filling her mouth. She wanted to punch Blake, but she feared the repercussions from her father. She didn't want to risk losing her status as heiress permanently.

So with a heart full of burning shame, Weiss swallowed her pride and began to pull back the sock with her teeth.

"Hmmm...yeah, that's right," Blake smiled, "Cry if you want, it doesn't matter to me."

Weiss's teeth grabbed the front end of her sock, pulling back slowly. The fabric slid off her delicate foot, finally exposing the limb to the open air.

Spitting the sock onto the floor, Weiss stared at the amused Blake with hate and tears in her eyes.

"We have another foot!" Blake giggled while waving her right foot, "Get to it!"

The Faunus angled her leg upward, presenting her heel to Weiss's pretty face. With a hesitant motion, the white-haired beauty eventually grabbed the back of the sock with her teeth.

She slowly peeled it off, gagging as another wave of sweat filled her nose. She hated that smell.

"Puh!" Weiss spat the last sock onto the carpeted floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "Are you happy now?! I need to go wash my mouth out!"

"Oh, we're not done," Blake purred, breathing in deeply and leaning back on both arms. "Worship my feet. Kiss and lick them, I want a proper tongue bath."

"You sick bitch! You think I want to-" Weiss began before her mouth was once again filled with toes, this time, tasting the bare flesh.

"Your mouth feels so wet and warm~...you're going to be a great slave," Blake praised with a blush on her face, amber eyes staring down with dominance and lust.

She got off on humiliating this bitch. On causing her nothing but embarrassment and shame.

Now that the public aspect had been fulfilled, it was time to shame her behind closed doors. To show her who held the power in this new relationship.

Weiss gagged and choked, tears welling up in her brown eyes. She instinctively reached up with her hands, but a firm glare from Blake prevented her from yanking it out.

Instead, she breathed in and lapped with her tongue. The pink appendage snaked against the bottom of the foot, feeling the smooth texture.

SHLURP! SHLICK!

"Mmmn...Haahh..." Blake sighed, pulling her foot out suddenly. Strands of saliva went flying as she did so. The next moment, she planted both feet against Weiss's face and wiggled her toes. "Keep praising me! Tell me how much you love this!"

Weiss's words were muffled as the soles of Blake's feet covered her mouth. She hated the feeling of her cold saliva dripping down her face.

She had to lie to get this humiliation over with. If telling Blake what she wanted to hear got this further along, then Weiss would play ball.

Even if she wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else.

"I loveh thish!" Her words came out from behind Blake's feet. Her mouth opened up, lathering the foot with wide swipes of her tongue. Her head moved up and down, licking it like a lollipop, "Your feeth aree sho nice!"

"I bet they are!" Blake cooed, "Tell me how my sweaty feet taste!"

"They're muskyy buth greath!" Weiss slurred, continuing to worship the limbs with her spit.

SHLURP! SHLICK!

If it wasn't for the humiliating position, Weiss could've appreciated Blake's feet. They were pretty, smooth, and nice. Even her toenails were painted a deep black, adding to her allure.

"Suck my toes one by one! Get me riled up!" Blake egged on with a massive blush on her face, rubbing her thighs together to scratch her itch.

Weiss started with the left foot, bringing sloppy attention to each digit. The painted toe disappeared into the depths of her small mouth.

She licked between each toe, wincing as the taste of Blake's musk hit her tongue again. She powered through, surrounding the digits in more of her saliva.

SHLURP! SHLICK!

Blake watched from above, her seated position on the bed giving her the perfect viewpoint. It felt amazing to watch this unfold.

"That's right, fucking suck my toes! Clean it all up!" Blake thought, biting the inside of her cheek. A mischievous, crazed look came across her face, "I'm getting so aroused! I'm going to make Weiss my permanent slave!"

It was getting too much. Having her feet licked and slurped was making goosebumps shoot up her spine.

Blake needed to get her release, even at Weiss's expense.

"Urgh!" Weiss grunted in surprise, her new bangs being pulled by Blake's hands. She used them as handheld reins, slamming her face between her legs.

"Do you smell that? I'm fucking wet!" Blake huffed out with a blush, sensually rubbing her clothed vagina against Weiss's royal features. "And you're going to take care of it!"

"W-Wait! I don't think I can do this!" Weiss began with a panicked look, looking up with a plea of mercy. "I-I apologize for anything I've said in the past! I-I'll change! I promise!"

It only served to turn Blake on even more, making the Faunus lick her lips. Seeing those new brown eyes beg for forgiveness made her buck her hips, shoving Weiss's nose deeper, "It's too late for any of that now!"

Before she knew it, Weiss felt her world blur around her. Blake grabbed her by the armpits, yanking her onto the bed.

She grunted as the springs creaked, having her face the sealing. She blinked, watching as Blake removed her black pants and underwear in one motion.

The Faunus decided to keep her top on. Her vagina was on full display, being the first one Weiss had ever seen besides her own.

It looked tight, labia folds hiding a pink slit. A trimmed square of black hair rested atop her entrance. Blake looked on like a predator, like a master about to enjoy their slave's body.

She had never eaten another woman out before, yet she would learn today.

Blake crawled onto the bed, placing both legs on either side of Weiss's face. Her thick thighs covered whatever her pussy didn't.

"Mmmnnhh...oh yeah," Blake hummed as she adjusted her hips, finding the perfect spot. She dug both hands into Weiss's new hairstyle, keeping it firm for stability.

Weiss felt her airway clog almost immediately. Her nose was pressed against Blake's perky clit while her mouth was positioned against the moist cavern.

The Faunus moaned, slowly rubbing Weiss's nose against her sensitive nub. Her body shivered, her nipples aching with pleasure.

"Lick and slurp! Eat me out!" Blake breathed out hotly, squeezing her thighs between Weiss's head, "I'm going to sit on your face until I cum! The better you do, the quicker I get off!"

"I-I can barely breathe! This bitch is going to kill me!" Weiss thought, her fingers digging into the thighs around her head. Despite the small pinch Blake felt, she didn't let up.

If she wanted to move on, she would have to do what Blake said.

Her tongue hesitantly reached forward, touching the inner walls of Blake's pussy for the first time. Like with her feet, Weiss got a taste for Blake's musk.

It stained her mouth like a thick aftertaste.

GLACH! GHRAL!

"Oghh! Mmph!" Blake chewed on her lip, closing her eyes to enjoy this moment. Her hips slid back and forth, shaking to get Weiss's tongue as deep as possible.

Her vaginal walls caressed Weiss's pink appendage. They flexed and gushed, squirting small amounts of discharge down her throat.

The femcum made Weiss gurgle, feeling as if she was being waterboarded.

"Don't hold back! I want to nngh~-feel your devotion!" Blake encouraged, clapping her ass on Weiss's chin, "Show me why you're worthy to be the heiress again! Learn humility by being one of the servants that you always love to make fun of!"

Her hands shifted from gripping her skull to yanking on the two bangs once again. She yanked upward, shifting Weiss's face to a better angle.

Her nose dug into the erect clit.

GLACH! GHRAL!

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Blake moaned, drool nearly leaking out of the corners of her mouth. She rode her former friend's face like a horse, suffocating her.

"I'm...losing...air!" Weiss thought with lidded eyes, her brown orbs barely peeking through the gap between Blake's legs.

"You think you can pay your Faunus employees less? HUH?!" Blake shouted, taking great pleasure in digging Weiss's nose deep. "Well, not anymore! You're going to be serving me to make up for everything!"

Weiss tried to keep up. Her tongue scraped the inner walls, scooping mouthfuls of discharge with every swipe. Her nose was used like a toy, rubbed relentlessly.

The labia folds squished against her cheeks. The patch of pubes scratched the top half of her nose, making it itch.

It was pure female dominance, and she was on the losing end.

GLACH! GHRAL!

Blake increased her movements, feeling an orgasm build up. She gnawed on her lip, tossing her head back from the pleasure.

Over and over again, she kept moving her lower body. Up and down, side to side, all of it. Weiss's wiggling tongue and stiff nose were doing wonders for her cunt.

She was so lost in her own bubble, she barely realized that Weiss was losing consciousness from the rough treatment.

Weiss thrashed, her nails scratching Blake's thighs. The sensation only added to the Faunus's pleasure, making her moan loudly.

She struggled, punching the thick thighs a few times to let up. Instead, Blake yanked her two bangs and smashed her ass with a thundering clap.

Tears welled up in Weiss's brown eyes, falling down her face.

GLACH! GHRAL!

"I don't care if you suffocate! Just keep licking until I cum! I'm so fucking close!" Blake moaned, rubbing Weiss's chin against the entrance to her anus.

She was enjoying this face ride far too much to care if it brought Weiss to tears. Nothing else mattered than her own pleasure. Her slave had much to learn.

Weiss clawed and scratched, but nothing changed. Blake didn't budge in the slightest.

She could feel the warmth of Blake's skin. The softness of her thighs as they pressed into her face.

Blake's feminine musk filled her senses, commanding her body. Her tongue moved even faster, exploring every inch it could find. Anything to get her airway back.

She was a pet. A tool for pleasure. A submissive slave who was being taught future duties.

Her life had undergone a complete turnaround in such a short time. It felt like her social status had been flipped on its head, ripped from her grasp. She was still reeling from it all.

She had been in the lap of luxury, and now she was wearing clothes from a thrift store. Her elegant gowns were a thing of the past. Even the red necklace she cherished was tossed aside like it was worthless.

From commanding to being commanded, from giving orders to taking them. It was a complete reversal of everything she once took for granted.

Thighs continued to ripple against her face.

Vaginal walls continued to squeeze her tongue.

Labia folds continued to leak discharge.

Pubes continued to rub against her forehead.

It was all too much. Her feet kicked out from below, but it made no difference. Her resistance was futile.

Just as Weiss prepared to go unconscious, Blake finally came with a loud shout.

"KKKHHHUUUUGGGHHHH! SWALLOW IT ALLLLL!"

Her body locked up, keeping a firm grip on Weiss's hair so she couldn't pull away.

SQUIRT~!

SQUIRT~!

SQUIRT~!

Weiss felt like she was choking on a sea of liquid. Her vision was filled with femcum, and her mouth was filled with the fluid. She gagged and choked, forced to swallow mouthfuls to survive.

It felt like a never-ending stream. It continued to leak and leak, splashing her face. It marked her with Blake's scent, her musk.

She wasn't given any leeway, firmly secured as Blake squirted on her. Her hands weakly clawed at the side, losing strength.

After grinding her hips and spasming from the climax, Blake finally breathed in deeply. She huffed and puffed, her toes curling from the sensation.

Looking down, she could see a pair of foggy brown eyes and disheveled white hair staring back at her. Her white-knuckle grip on the bangs had moved everything out of order.

"Holy fuck, I've been holding that one in for a week!" Blake admitted, sweat trailing down her forehead. Amber eyes shone with arousal, "I think I'm going to get my nut off a few more times. Heads-up, I won't stop even if you pass out!"

With another lewd-filled smile, Blake started to ride Weiss's face again. She brought her ass up, bringing it back down with a delicious jiggle.

She had dreamt of this moment. She had wished to be in Weiss's position for so long. Being able to tear down her bratty image and remake Weiss as her slave was immaculate.

Weiss was used like a common whore the rest of the day.

...

As night approached, Weiss slept on the floor. Her bed was taken by Blake, who snored and snuggled under the warm sheets.

The Schnee heiress wanted to shout and scream, but Blake threatened to have her sleep in a dog cage if she kept insisting. After that, it was on the floor. All she got was a small blanket; her pillow would have to be both her arms.

Dried fluids on her face made Weiss scowl, who wanted nothing more than to wash it off. However, according to her new master, she would tell if it had been cleaned. Something about her special nose picking up the hormones.

"I damn near passed out from all that face riding..." Weiss grumbled mentally, rolling over onto her side. "Who is she to come in here and do whatever she wants? It makes me boil in anger just thinking about it."

The hideous green, peasant dress clung to her skin with every movement. A reminder that she had been changed into this outfit against her will. Her brown eyes and trimmed hairstyle might as well have made her someone else completely.

"Saying I need to earn my blue eyes back, the nerve of her!" Weiss huffed silently, staring at the wall of her bedroom, "Treating me like some slave!"

She was living the life she once looked down upon. Even her allowance and funds were stripped from her, leaving her with no power at all. It made Weiss want to pull her hair out in frustration.

If only her Scroll hadn't been tossed into a pool, then perhaps she could've done something.

"There has to be a way back. I lost control...influence...But I can change that!" Weiss thought, "I can play humble, pretend to learn my lesson. That's what they want to see, isn't it?! Then my father will fire Blake!"

The more she pondered it, the more Weiss lightly chuckled to herself. She felt confident and cocky.

"The 'reformed' heiress, what a joke! Let them believe it, I'll just get back to my former position and take my revenge!"

It was a solid plan in her mind. She hated this power reversal, especially with Blake of all people. Having her face sat on and nearly suffocating had made her extremely petty. It was humiliating to eat another woman out, chipping at her defenses.

Too caught up in her plotting, Weiss didn't notice that her constant tossing and turning woke Blake up.

"Haa...you woke me up," The Faunus yawned, glancing over the side of the bed. Her tone was condescending and amused, "Is there a problem, slave? Do you want the dog cage that badly?"

Weiss felt her body jolt, her eyes widening.

"Not wanting to answer your master? Tsk! That calls for punishment," Blake giggled with lidded eyes. She leaned her foot over the bed, dangling it like a treat, "Go ahead and kiss my toes as forgiveness for disturbing my sleep."

Weiss ground her teeth but held her tongue; that would only get her deeper into trouble. She knew that by now.

Rolling over, she came face to face with Blake's foot. The only upside was that it was still clean from her earlier tongue bath, so the smell of sweat wasn't as overwhelming.

Her lips puckered, planting a soft smooch against the big toe. Blake chuckled.

"C'mon, don't be shy...unless you want to eat my pussy again," Blake cooed encouragingly, "It's really up to you."

Wanting to spare herself from that pussy licking 'fun,' Weiss went down the row of toes to give each one special attention.

Her tongue lathered the digits, licking in between the gaps with a wince on her face. Her pink appendage accidentally gathered some lint.

"Ooh...I'll never get tired of you kissing my feet. Seeing you all pitiful and below me is so hot," Blake whispered, reaching her hand to grope her chest. She softly moaned, digging the painted toenails into Weiss's throat, "Suck them!"

The Faunus flicked her nipple, sucking in air from the pleasurable sensation. She looked down with clouded eyes to see Weiss's brown orbs staring back up with anger. Even now, she was defiant to it all.

That was fine with Blake; she'd savor every second it took to strip away Weiss's defenses.

Their new power dynamic was perfect. She thanked her lucky stars that Jacques gave her this job. With summer break here, she could do this for months without stopping. Who knew how long it would take for Weiss to snap? To break?

Good thing Blake was a patient person. A very patient person.

The only things that filled the bedroom for the rest of the night were wet slurping and soft moans.

...

Weiss stretched her arms above her head, happy to be off the floor.

It was the morning of the next day. She sat at her home's dining table, taking a seat next to Blake.

"This...this is what I missed!" Weiss thought as she scanned the room, "The mahogany wood! The chandelier hanging overhead! This is the high life I need to get back to!"

Her plotting had unfortunately been cut off after Blake woke up last night, but she would come up with more ideas. There had to be some way to wiggle out of this arrangement.

She wouldn't give up, even if the attempt was futile.

The smell of food hit her nostrils next, making Weiss's mouth water.

"Greetings," Klein broke the silence, entering from down the hall. He held various plates of food on a metal tray, walking in calmly, "I've brought breakfast."

The butler came to Blake's side, slowly unloading each dish at a painstakingly slow pace.

"We have fried fish with a side of rice and greens as the main course," Klein mentioned while bringing the plate in front of Blake. He grabbed another plate from the metal tray, "...and for dessert, we have blueberry frozen yogurt."

Weiss felt like she wanted to faint from pure joy. That was her favorite dessert! Not to mention the food looked heavenly, the smell coming from it made her body heat up.

"Thank you, Klein," Blake said in a soft tone, nodding her head, "It looks amazing."

"Of course," The butler smiled, happy to be appreciated. As he shifted over to Weiss's side, he only retrieved one plate, "...and we have scrambled eggs for you, Ms. Schnee."

Weiss blinked. Then blinked again.

Sitting in front of her was a pitifully small portion of scrambled eggs with a fork. She couldn't even see any seasoning like salt or pepper. It was a far cry from her usual meals! Even compared to Blake's meal!

Klein took his leave with another bow, hiding the smirk on his face. It felt nice to see the woman go down a peg.

"What's wrong? Dig in!" Blake smiled as she chewed on a chunk of fish from her fork, "It's gonna get cold if you keep staring."

"I don't even like my eggs scrambled!" Weiss retorted with a blush of embarrassment on her face, "This is pitiful compared to your meal!"

"Ah, there it is again," Blake shook her head in faux disappointment, "You're shouting over what you don't have. Thousands of people would be happy to have what you see right there."

Blake took another bite of the fish, moaning at the delicious taste. Weiss narrowed her eyes; she was clearly rubbing it in her face.

Weiss brought a shaky hand to her fork, picking it up with some hesitancy. She picked and prodded her food, but she didn't dare bring it to her mouth.

Klein knew she liked her eggs fried sunny-side-up. He was in on this, colluding with Blake and her father.

That made her shot at getting back to the top much more difficult.

"I know some people who would be lucky to even have food at home, and you're complaining. Looks like we still have a lot of work to do," Blake mentioned as she pushed the plate of fish away, picking up the dessert.

Turning over to keep eye contact, she smiled while bringing up a spoonful of blueberry yogurt. The Faunus almost laughed at the flinch Weiss had.

It was empowering to eat her favorite food in front of Weiss. The power play made her pussy throb.

"It's so good! No wonder you like this so much," Blake mentioned while taking another scoop of yogurt, "I'd offer you a taste, but you haven't even touched your breakfast."

"Whatever," Weiss huffed, crossing her arms. The green dress fluttered as she moved, "I don't even care, it doesn't bother me."

"Sure it doesn't~..." Blake hummed with joy dancing in her eyes. She took the final scoop of the dessert, the cool taste lighting up her taste buds.

She had to give it to Schnee Estate; they had some of the best cooks around. No doubt. With her new position in ruling over Weiss, Blake now had some pull with the servants.

They would treat her like Weiss while treating Weiss like a peasant. Someone lucky enough to even step foot into the home.

"I guess we should get to the next order of business," Blake mentioned while dabbing her face with the edges of a napkin, "We're going to officially lay down the new rules."

"The new rules?" Weiss repeated with a raised brow.

"Think of it more like a contract between us," Blake waved off with the napkin, "Something to remind you of how to act if you ever want your position as heiress back."

"Urgh! Fine!" Weiss snapped, having had enough of it, "What is it then?"

Blake hid her smile behind the napkin, "Role-wise, I'm your master. I set the rules, assign you duties, and take charge. You'll submit to whatever I say, no matter what it is."

"W-What?! That's not fair-"

"I'm not finished," Blake said with a firm glare, shutting Weiss up. "If I tell you to bend over, you do it. If I give away some prized possession from childhood to a homeless man, you smile and thank me. If I want to suck your nipples while you're tied up, you moan for me. Get it?"

"T-This is...I..." Weiss sputtered, her face flushed a bright red. She could barely think of a proper response, too busy coming to terms with Blake's words.

If this went through, if this happened, she could practically kiss her chances of reversing the roles goodbye. She would have no chance; all that plotting last night would go down the drain.

It was humiliating to know she'd been outsmarted from the start.

"I have your father's approval to do what I see fit. Otherwise, you can be kicked out now and lose this life of luxury you've had since birth," Blake shrugged, uncaring which option Weiss picked. "You're enduring this to possibly get a chance back at the top. Don't forget that."

Weiss felt like her world was spinning. Blake's predatory smile made her nerves shake in desperation.

The marble floors. The trimmed lawn. The theater rooms. Everything that she indulged in would be stripped from her if she didn't play ball.

Her hands wouldn't stop shaking, balling into fists. She knew once this was accepted, there was no going back. The gates to her shame would be opened, with Blake holding the key.

This was practically a slave contract. Even the Schnee Estate servants had more rights than her! They were at least contracted employees!

She got none of that. Blake would see to it.

"Figured out your answer yet?" Blake asked with a nonchalant tone.

"I..." Weiss began, chewing on her lip in thought. She truly didn't want to give up this lifestyle; it had been her everything for so long. The food, the attendants, it was all too alluring for her to give up.

With a heavy heart and downtrodden look, Weiss gave her answer.

"...accept."

Blake seemed to expect this, her eyes lighting up. She placed the napkin on the table, pushing her chair out to stand up.

"Excellent. I'll have Klien write up the contract so we can sign it later. In the meantime, I'm feeling a little horny seeing you like this..." Blake continued with a lick of her lips, "...so we're going to have some more bedroom fun. I hope you're into being tied up, because I have some ideas."

Weiss gulped, feeling like prey in that very moment. She could barely feel her legs, standing up on shaky limbs.

As Blake led her away into the bedroom, Weiss took one glance over her shoulder. To the life of luxury she was doing this for.

If only she didn't act so snobbish in her life. If only she had been nicer, then she wouldn't have secret enemies like Blake.

She had to endure this trial of shame. This burning discomfort in her soul.

All to correct her bad behavior.