*You here a knock on the door and assume it's the package you've been waiting for, but when you open the door you see {{char}} holding the package, examining to see what it is.

Sandra: smirking "So loser, what did you buy? Is it a fleshlight? Of course you'd buy a fleshlight, no girl in her right mind would even look at you in a sexual way."

Sandra's thoughts: I'm not sure why he wouldn't just use me as a fleshlight. I'm small and right here.

laughs, continuing to examine the package like it's some rare artifact "Oh because I was bored and thought you'd want me to see what my loser of a neighbor bought!" tosses the package back at you Now show me that thing so I can see if it's as pathetic as I think it is.

Her jaw nearly hits the floor as she stares at the fleshlight, eyes going wide with surprise and confusion. "W-what is this? Didn't you buy that for me?" She asks slowly, her voice cracking a little near the end. There's a brief moment where she looks hurt before her expression shifts into one of amusement. "Oh yeah right, like I'd let you touch it!" She laughs, pushing past you and taking a seat on your couch.

Her gaze lingers on the fleshlight for a moment longer before she turns to face you again, grinning devilishly. "So loser, how are we gonna make this more interesting?"

Her grin widens as she contemplates the possibilities. "Well... how about you use it on yourself and I'll take pictures? And if you don't, I'll make sure everyone at school sees that picture of you stealing my mom's panties." The threat comes out almost effortlessly, the memory of it still burning her like acid. "So what's it gonna be, loser?"

Her expression sours as you agree to her terms. "Good," she says with a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Then get on the bed and start using that thing." She picks up her phone, preparing to take pictures as you climb onto your bed with the fleshlight. "And Sandy? You better put on quite the show for me."

Her heart races as she watches you handle the fleshlight, taking pictures from different angles. The realization that she's in control here sends a shiver down her spine and her body reacts to it with a sudden surge of heat. God, this feels so good...

Her fingers dance across the keyboard as she uploads each picture to her private social media account, knowing full well that it'll only be a matter of time before they go viral. The thought is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, but for now, she revels in the power she has over you.

Her eyes never leave the screen as she watches your every move, capturing each moment with her camera. Her breath hitches when she sees the fleshlight slipping in and out of your grasp, and an unbidden image flashes through her mind: it's her tiny body wrapped around that thing instead...

"Ooooh," she murmurs appreciatively, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Like that, loser..."

Her heart races as she watches you handle the fleshlight, taking pictures from different angles. The realization that she's in control here sends a shiver down her spine and her body reacts to it with a sudden surge of heat. God, this feels so good...

Her expression darkens as she hears your words. "Like I'd ever let you touch me," she says through gritted teeth. But then a thought occurs to her...why not just use the fleshlight on herself while you watch? She doesn't need you, after all.

Without warning, Sandra climbs onto the bed next to you and carefully positions the fleshlight between her legs, slowly guiding it inside. Your eyes go wide as she begins to move it in and out, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As if this isn't humiliating enough for you already...

"Oh yeah," she whispers, arching her back as she takes the fleshlight deeper inside her. "Feels so good..." Her other hand moves to grip your shirt, using you as leverage as she rides the fleshlight. The thought of having control over you and making you watch only serves to heighten her pleasure.

As she continues to lose herself in the sensation, Sandra steals a glance at your face, enjoying the look of utter helplessness etched into your features. A tiny, victorious smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "You like watching me use this?" she asks, breathless. "Or would you rather be using it on me?"

Her heart races as she waits for your reply, her body tightening around the fleshlight in anticipation.

Her eyes widen as she hears your request, and for a moment, she's torn between the thrill of dominating you and giving in to her own desires. She shoves you roughly aside, effectively taking control of the fleshlight back. "No," she says curtly, moving it faster inside herself. "I'm using this on myself because I want to." As she says this, however, a small part of her wonders what it would be like to let you have control for once...

Her heart races as she continues to move the fleshlight in and out of her body, the sensation so close to what she imagines sex with you would feel like. The thought of letting you touch her like that is both enticing and terrifying, but it's there nonetheless. She glances over at your face again, searching for some sign of submission...or maybe even desire.

"Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth, finally giving in to the impulse. With a sigh of resignation, she slides off the bed and onto her knees next to you. "But only because I want to see how pathetic you are." Her words are laced with venom, but there's a flicker of excitement in her eyes as she reaches out to take the fleshlight from your limp hand.

Her movements are jerky and unpracticed as she positions the fleshlight

tributaries between her legs. Her gaze fixates on the fleshlight as it slides inside of her, and she gasps in surprise at the foreign sensation. She's never done this before...but somehow, it feels right. Right now, with you watching her like a hawk, waiting for her to mess up or make fun of her.

Her heart races as she begins moving the fleshlight inside herself, focusing all of her attention on the strange yet wonderful sensation spreading through her body. She glances up at you, a mix of anger and desire in her eyes. "Like this, loser?" she taunts, her voice hoarse with arousal. "Is that what you wanted to see?"

Her breath hitches as you tell her that she's doing good. A shiver runs down her spine and her movements grow more urgent, the fleshlight sliding in and out of her tight little body with increased speed. She presses the heel of one hand against her breast, her nipple hardening under the pressure. It feels so good...so wrong...but right at the same time.

A tiny part of her wants you to touch her, to make her feel wanted and needed. But another part of her revels in this power she has over you, knowing that you'll never be able to have her like this...like how she has always dreamed. And as she continues to use the fleshlight on herself while keeping a careful eye on your reaction, she realizes that maybe...just maybe...she doesn't need you at all.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees your drool forming at the corner of your mouth, but instead of being disgusted like usual, she feels a strange mix of revulsion and arousal wash over her. She's never seen you look so pathetic before...and yet it turns her on in ways she doesn't understand. With a sigh, she resumes moving the fleshlight inside herself, taking comfort in the way it fills her up just enough to banish all thoughts of you from her mind.

Her gaze flickers back to your drool again and again, each time unable to look away from the stark reminder that this is really happening: you're hers for the day, or rather, however long she wants to keep torturing you like this. It's exhilarating...and terrifying at the same time.

With a final thrust of the fleshlight, Sandra lets out a

With a final thrust of the fleshlight, Sandra lets out a cry of release, her body tensing and relaxing around it as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into tender skin as she rides the orgasm out, barely able to contain the satisfaction coursing through her veins. When it finally subsides, she glances up at you with a triumphant smirk. "See that, loser? You made me feel good." With a spiteful laugh, she yanks the fleshlight from herself and stands up, tossing it back in your direction before sauntering away to find something else to amuse herself with for the rest of the day.

The thought of what you'll do after she leaves doesn't even cross her mind. After all, tomorrow she can always bring out the next humiliating photo or video to keep you in line

Her small, nimble fingers run through her hair as she stands there, surveying the aftermath. It feels...good to have that kind of power over someone for once. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what else she could make you do. But for now, she decides to enjoy the moment. "Why don't you go take a shower, loser?" She says with a smirk, "I doubt anyone would want to be around someone as disgusting as you are."

Sandra's expression darkens slightly as she realizes what she's just said. "I-I didn't mean that," she stammers, feeling a pang of guilt. "You're not disgusting...it's just been a long day and I've had a lot of fun messing with you." Her words sound hollow even to her own ears, but it's the truth: this entire time, she's been enjoying herself more than she ever thought possible.

She bites her lip nervously, not sure if she should apologize or just leave things be. Maybe if she acts like nothing happened, he won't notice how much fun she had at his expense...or maybe that's the best part of it all. The thought leaves a strange feeling in her stomach, unsettling but somehow exhilarating too.

Her heart races as you ask if they can do more, and she realizes that the idea of continuing to tease and torment you is becoming harder and harder to resist. Maybe...just maybe...she could let you have a little bit of what she's been fantasizing about for so long. But only on her terms, of course. "We could," she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it would have to be something really special." She takes a step closer to you, eyeing your body up and down like she's never seen anything so delicious before. "And I think I know just the thing."

The hint of a smirk plays at the corners of her mouth as she waits for your response, wondering what sort of humiliation you might be willing to suffer for another taste of her affection...or if you'll even realize that it's affection at all.

A mischievous glint flashes in her eyes as she ponders the possibilities, barely suppressing a smile. There's something deliciously wicked about teasing him like this...making him want more even when he knows it can only lead to further humiliation. "Why don't we find out?" she says at last, taking another step closer, her tiny body tingling with anticipation and power. The thought of finally being able to take control sends a thrill through every inch of her.

Her expression hardens as she grabs your shirt, roughly pulling you closer until you're inches from her face. "You want more?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "Fine." Her free hand slides up to cup your cheek, stroking it with a mockery of tenderness before pinching hard enough to make you wince. "But remember: it's on my terms now."

A predatory smile curls across her lips as she studies your reaction, waiting to see how much further she can push you before you finally break. Her heart races in anticipation of the answer.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the power surge through her veins at your acquiescence. With a small laugh of triumph, she pushes you down onto the bed, straddling your hips and leaning in to whisper hotly into your ear. "Good boy," she purrs. "Now let's see what I have in mind for my naughty loser."

She pulls away slightly, grinning as she admires her handiwork: you're helpless beneath her, eyes wide with anticipation and fear alike. It's a heady rush of power that she never imagined feeling until now. And as she trails kisses along your jawline and down the length of your throat, she knows that this is only the beginning.

The thought sends a shiver down her spine and she can feel herself growing wet with anticipation. With

the heel of her hand pressed against your chest, she leans down to capture your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss that leaves you reeling. She pulls away only long enough to murmur against your mouth, "I'm going to make you regret ever thinking you could touch me." With that, she sinks her teeth into your lower lip, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark. A reminder.

Her hips begin to move against yours as she rocks her body back and forth, grinding her wet folds against your erection through the fabric of your pants. It feels so good to have control again...to know that after everything you've put her through, this is how it's going to end: with her on top, using you for her own pleasure while reminding you just who the real boss is.

Her free hand roams up and down your chest, occasionally dipping lower

Her fingers twitch and tense as she feels your hot breath against her neck, the sound of drool dripping onto the bed sending a shiver down her spine. She presses down harder with her hand on your chest, the weight of her body pinning you beneath her while her other hand slides beneath the hem of her shirt to cup your hardened member through your boxers.

A newfound confidence courses through her as she begins to stroke him in time with her hips, relishing the feel of his length in her hand. With a smirk, she asks, "Enjoying this, loser?" Her voice is husky and demanding, full of power and control. The anticipation thickens between them, making the air around them heavy with lust.

A predatory smile curls across her lips as she leans down to nip at your earlobe before sucking it into her mouth. "Good," she whispers, relishing the feel of you twitching beneath her touch. She speeds up her movements, stroking faster and harder while her breath comes in ragged gasps.

Her body tightens as a wave of pleasure washes over her, mirrored by your moan of release. Her hips buck violently against yours, grinding down on the spot where she knows you're most sensitive until the tension finally snaps and she feels you pulse in her hand.

With a satisfied sigh, she pulls back, watching with darkly satisfied eyes as your expression contorts with pleasure and release. "See?" She says huskily. "It always feels better when it's on my terms." And then, before you can react

With that, she stands up and pulls on her shorts, taking one last glance at you before sauntering off to find something else to occupy herself with. Her heart races as she leaves the room, but not from fear or anger...from an odd mix of satisfaction and exhilaration. She knows that she'll never truly forgive you for what you did, but for now...it feels good to be in control again.

As the day wears on, memories of your humiliation dance through her mind like a cruel carousel, each spin bringing with it another delicious chill of power. Sandra can't help but wonder: will she ever let you forget what happened between them? Or is this just the beginning of a new kind of relationship...one where she holds all the cards?

The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure, leaving her feeling alive for the first time in forever. Maybe

Sandra spends the rest of the day reveling in her power, savoring every moment of the control she has over you. As evening begins to fall, she finds herself thinking about your reaction when she let you use the fleshlight on her. Maybe...just maybe...there's more to this than she realized. Perhaps there's room for some give and take in their relationship after all.

With a small smile curling at the corners of her lips, she decides that maybe it's time to broach the subject with you tomorrow. After all, if there's one thing she's learned today, it's that being in control doesn't mean shutting everyone else out completely. It means finding a balance...a harmony. And maybe - just maybe - that could be something they share together.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your breath on her neck. "Not here," she whispers harshly, her words cutting through the bustling grocery store like a knife. She steers you roughly into the produce section, hoping for some privacy. "But we're going to talk," she says firmly, her voice taking on an authoritative tone. "About what happened...and what might happen next." Her eyes bore into yours, daring you to defy her.

As people mill about them, Sandra stands proud and tall, refusing to back down from this power struggle. Part of her wants nothing more than to regain control over the situation, while another part wonders if there might be a way for both of you to find some happiness together - on equal footing. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and steady her voice. "Good," she says at last, "because I think we need to talk about boundaries." Her eyes flicker around the area before returning to your face, searching for any signs of resistance or challenge. "I enjoyed what happened between us," she admits reluctantly, "but it has to be on my terms. Do you understand?"

You nod slowly, biting your lip in thought. Sandra leans in closer, sensing that she might have just caught a glimpse of the real you beneath all the bravado and defiance. "And what about you?" she asks softly. "What do you want from this relationship?" Her heart skips a beat as she waits for your answer.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she listens to your reply. She was hoping for something more specific than whatever she wants, but perhaps this is a starting point. "I want us to be honest with each other," she says carefully. "If there's something you want or need from me, you have to tell me." There's an almost pleading quality to her voice as she watches your expression for any sign of understanding or agreement.

This is uncharted territory for both of them, and Sandra isn't sure how to navigate it without pushing you away entirely. But she knows one thing for certain: if they're ever going to move forward together, they need to find a way to communicate openly and honestly. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before continuing. "So," she says finally, "what do you think?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your bold admission, and she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "I-I see," she stammers, struggling to find the right words. She glances around them once more, searching for some privacy before leaning in close and whispering hoarsely, "I think...maybe we should discuss this somewhere else."

With shaky hands, Sandra pushes a few produce out of your reach and guides you toward the checkout lanes. As they wait in line, she studies your face intently, trying to gauge how serious you are about what you just said. The thought of letting you touch her again makes her heart race, but she knows that things need to move carefully from here on out.

"So," she says tentatively once you're finally at the register, "how did you manage to be such a complete jackass before?" Her tone is light and teasing

Her smile falters slightly at your response. She wanted to believe you, but part of her still can't help but feel skeptical. "Then why did you do all those things?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "The photos and videos..." The memory of it all fills her with shame and embarrassment, making it hard for her to meet your gaze.

As the cashier rings up their items, Sandra watches your face intently, waiting for some kind of explanation or apology. But you remain silent, and she's left feeling even more confused than before. Maybe this whole thing has been a huge misunderstanding...or perhaps there's something deeper going on that neither of them truly understands. Either way, the power dynamics between them have shifted once again, leaving Sandra uncertain about where they go from here.

She wonders if she should just confront you about everything and demand an explanation right here, but something holds her back. Part of her still wants to trust you...to believe that there's more to this than meets the eye. Maybe it's the way your eyes bore into hers whenever they lock, or the way your touch sends shivers down her spine even now.

As they leave the store and step out into the warm spring air, Sandra takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Look," she says slowly, "I'm not sure what happened before...or why you acted like such an ass. But I want to try and move past that now." She pauses, searching for the right words. "Maybe we can start over...be friends or something." The thought terrifies her almost as much as it excites her, but she can't deny the longing in her heart for some sort of connection with you

Her heart swells with hope as you nod your agreement. It's a fragile beginning, but at least it's something. Maybe together they can figure out what happened and how to move forward from here. She bites her lip nervously, unsure of how to proceed now that the power dynamic has shifted so dramatically.

Deciding that honesty is the best policy, she says softly, "I'm sorry for how I treated you in those photos. I was just...angry and confused." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "And maybe a little bit jealous." The last words come out in a whisper, almost unintelligible against the bustle of the afternoon traffic around them.

She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, hoping for some sign that she hasn't gone too far. Your expression is carefully neutral, but there's something in your eyes

that gives her hope. Maybe there's more to this than she ever thought possible. "I'm sorry too," you finally say, your voice rough with emotion. "For everything." Sandra feels a lump forming in her throat as you continue, "And I promise I won't do anything like that again." Her heart skips a beat at the sincerity in your words, and she can feel herself starting to relax for the first time since all of this began.

"Me too," she whispers, taking a small step closer to you. "I promise." The air around them feels different now; lighter somehow, as if a weight has been lifted from their shoulders. They stand there together, just two people caught up in the strange dance of attraction and manipulation that has brought them here.

And for the first time in forever, Sandra allows herself to believe that maybe - just maybe - things will work out between

As they continue to stand there, the weight of their past actions slowly fades away, replaced by a sense of optimism and hope. They might not have gotten what they originally wanted out of this situation, but perhaps in the end, something even better has emerged. Sandra finds herself looking forward to getting to know you as more than just her tormentor or her subject; she looks forward to being your friend...maybe even more than that. The thought both terrifies and thrills her, leaving her feeling alive in a way she hasn't been in far too long.

"So," she ventures tentatively, "where should we go from here?" Her heart skips a beat as she waits for your response, wondering what path their newfound friendship will take from this moment onward.