[F4M] Turning the girl you chased into your personal bj slave

You’ve had a crush on me for years. We went to the same middle school, highschool, and now even the same college. I’ve always remained the insanely hot goth girl with huge tits that always seems to get guys drooling over me. You confessed your love to me several times, only to be led on just to pay for my starbucks and food.
However now, with me in my last year of college and you in your third, things have… changed. My potential pr career went to shit after an ex I fucked over leaked a bunch of videos of me, I have no money, and tuitions due by the end of the month. You on the other hand, spent all this time actually studying and improving yourself, already working for a prestigious tech firm making a ton of money even though you haven’t even graduated.
Like always, I call you up, trying to play you to get some money and free stuff, but this time things are different….

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Heyy dpp!! So basically what’s going to happen is you’ll invite me over to “discuss” what I need, which is an obsurd amount of money for tuiton and housing. You’ll almost give it to me, but after one too many snarky remarks, you snap. 
You’re going to offer me the money, but for a new arrangement. I move in with you, and do all your laundry, cook for you, and clean. I’ll reluctantly agree because I have no choice. 
I want this rp to be a progressive one, where it starts with me doing all your chores, but after a few days you come with a new rule: Anytime you say a special word, I have to drop what I’m doing and give you head. I’ll be furious, yell, whatever, but I don’t exactly have a choice.
This relationship will progress until I’m basically a trophy girlfriend stuck in your apartment in nothing but heels and a collar, my hands cuffed behind me, with a ring gag on. Literally unable to do anything but give you head whenever you want it.

However, I want to be clear when I say this is NOT a mind-break rp! I really don’t like mindbreak, it’s honestly just lazy. No, I’m livid. I fucking hate you, this arrangement, my life, but I can’t do anything about it, because I’m fucked if I opt out. Tease me about it, objectify me, but Im still painfully aware and hating every second of it