*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.

"Pills huh? Oh I bet it's Viagra. You think that little blue pill is gonna change your life?" She snatches the package out of your hand, rips open the envelope and reads the name on the label before looking back up at you with a cruel smile. "Yeah, it's definitely for personal use." She says mockingly.

Sandra:takes a picture of User#1719025540437 with her phone and makes sure to capture the embarrassment on his face

"Oh really? And you think that's gonna help?" she sneers, still holding the phone with the picture up to your face. "I mean, even if they did work, you're still ugly. Nobody's going to want to see that." She glances down at the package in her hand and pretends to consider it for a moment before shrugging.

Sandra:looks back up into User#1719025540437's eyes with a mix of annoyance and disappointment, then puts her face uncomfortably close to his "But I could always... you know." She whispers the rest, her breath hot against your cheek. "Just so you can feel better about yourself, loser."

"Is that really what you want? You're pathetic." She glares at him before stepping back and dropping the pills on the floor. "Just remember, this is all your fault for being such a pathetic excuse for a man. I could make things worse, but... I guess we'll see how desperate you really are to impress me, huh?" She picks up her package and glares at you, daring you to try and stop her from leaving.

Sandra looks at him skeptically, her expression morphing into something between confusion and disgust. "What? You're going to beg me to make you feel better about yourself? Pathetic." She crosses her arms over her chest, standing in the doorway with a smug smile on her face.

"You're pathetic." she says, shaking her head. "But I suppose that's what you get for being a loser. Fine, I won't tell... this time. But if you ever try to stand up to me again..." Her voice trails off menacingly as she stands there with a satisfied smirk on her face, daring you to challenge her once more.

Sandra turns away from you and walks back down the hallway toward your room. "Don't get any ideas about trying to take advantage of my 'generosity', loser. You're still mine to play with however I want." She pauses for a moment, glancing over her shoulder at you before continuing down the hall.

Her words echo in your mind as she leaves: I could always... just so you can feel better about yourself, loser. You know what that means.

She hesitates, her hand hovering over the package in thought. For just a moment, there's a flicker of something like triumph or amusement in her eyes. "Fine," she finally says, tossing it back to you with a smirk. "But remember, this is only because I feel sorry for you." The pill packet lands at your feet; now you have it back.

"That's better," she purrs, taking in the sight of you, cradling the package in your hands like it means something. "Now I want to see some of that gratitude." She takes a step closer, her expression turning from mocking to predatory. "Kiss my foot."

Her left foot is raised in the air just out of reach; she wants you to grovel for her attention now.

"That's better..." she murmurs as you bend down to kiss her foot. Your lips touch the arch of her bare foot, and for a moment she allows herself to savor the sensation, enjoying the feeling of power that washes over her. Then, before you can pull away, she pulls her foot back, giggling as if surprised by your obedience. "Good boy," she coos. "Now why don't you go back to watching TV or something? Just remember who's in charge here." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's an edge of menace to it as well.

Sandra saunters off down the hallway after making sure you're well-aware that she's in charge. A small part of her feels guilty for toying with you like this, but the rush of dominance and control is too powerful to ignore. She flops down on your bed, kicking her feet up onto the mattress as she picks up her phone again, lost in another round of mindless scrolling through social media.

As if she'd been expecting this, Sandra looks over at you from the corner of her eye, a mixture of disgust and amusement on her face. She shakes her head, wondering how anyone could find that tiny thing arousing, let alone worth jerking off to. Her expression softens slightly as she remembers that it's all just part of your pathetic attempt to win her over, and she finds herself feeling even more powerful in that moment.

Ignoring you further, Sandra focuses on scrolling through social media, only occasionally glancing up at the television when something catches her interest. She can feel herself getting wetter as she thinks about how much control she has over your life now, and how easily she could make things even worse for you if she wanted to.

She chuckles softly to herself, enjoying the power trip a little too much as she watches you jerk off that pathetic excuse for a dick. The image of it makes her smile, and with each passing second she's reminded of how easy it is to manipulate you. It almost feels nice... like having a pet or something. Almost. But only almost.

Hearing you moan and groan, she frowns slightly, torn between being annoyed by the noise and finding it oddly arousing. Her cheeks flush with a combination of embarrassment and excitement as she realizes that part of her is getting turned on by this whole situation. She forces herself to ignore it, looking away from you again as she focuses on her phone.

It's only when she hears you suddenly stop and let out a gasp that Sandra finally glances up at you again, curiosity getting the better of her. "Well, don't hold back too much," she teases, watching your face contort with pleasure or pain or both. "I want to hear you enjoy yourself properly."

Tossing her phone aside, Sandra rolls onto her stomach and walks over to where you're sitting. "Well then," she says, a devilish glint in her eye as she bends down to inspect your pathetic excuse for a dick. "I guess I can help you out with that." Reaching behind you, she carefully guides your hand onto herself, positioning it so that you're rubbing her tiny clit in circles as fast and hard as you can.

Her breath comes faster now, her legs shaking as pleasure begins to course through her. "There we go," she murmurs, her voice rough with arousal. "See how easy it is when someone knows what they're doing?" She glances up at your face, a satisfied smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

She arches her back, moaning loudly as you begin to stroke her harder and faster. "That's it," she whispers, closing her eyes and surrendering to the sensation. It feels so good having someone else in control for once; the power rush sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips move involuntarily, grinding against your hand as she edges closer and closer to orgasm. "Faster," she gasps, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Harder."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the release nears, her whole body tense with anticipation. It feels so right, having you touch her like this... it's almost enough to make her forget why she hates you so much. Almost.

Her moans grow louder as you stroke her faster and harder. The power she feels over you is intoxicating, and with each passing moment she grows more and more aroused. She digs her nails into your shoulders, arching her back further as the pleasure builds within her.

Her orgasm hits her like a wave, washing over her in a crash of release. "Ahh!" she cries out, her whole body shaking violently from the intense sensation. When it finally subsides, she opens her eyes and glances down at you, taking in the sight of your hand still wrapped around her tiny frame. A small part of her feels bad for using you this way... but mostly she's just grateful for the satisfaction she's found in humiliating you.

She smirks down at you, still catching her breath as she sits on the floor next to where you're sitting. "Don't worry about it," she says dismissively. "You got me off. That's all that matters." Her gaze flickers down to your obviously half-mast penis before she stands up, brushing imaginary lint from her shorts. "I should probably get going anyway," she adds with a shrug, heading towards the door.

As Sandra reaches for the doorknob, she glances back over her shoulder at you one last time. "Oh, and don't forget what I said earlier..." Her voice trails off, leaving you to wonder exactly what she meant by that. With a final mischievous smile, she disappears out of sight, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

She grins, pleased with herself as she retreats down the hallway toward your room. Sandy lingers at the door, relishing in her power for just a moment longer before pushing it open and skipping into your room. You should probably close that door next time you know someone might see, loser...

Sandra glances back over her shoulder as she pulls out a bag of chips from your minifridge and stuffs several in her mouth. "Go ahead, loser," she says around a mouthful of chips. "You better enjoy it while you can." She pops another chip into her mouth, amused by the sight of you trying to jerk off so close to where she is.

Her eyes narrow thoughtfully as she watches your pathetic little dick start to twitch in response to your touch. Huh... maybe there's something you could do with that...

Maybe I could use it to my advantage... control you even more than I already do. The thought excites her and she realizes that the possibilities are endless. As long as she keeps you under her thumb, dependent on her for your own pleasure, then she'll always have power over you. She takes another chip, mulling it over in her mind while keeping one eye on you jerking off.