*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.

"Well, open it up and show me then!" Sandra hops closer to you with an expectant grin on her face. She looks eager for you to humiliate yourself like she wants.

"Something else? Oh yeah right, sure it is." Sandra tilts her head to the side with a coy expression. "Prove it. Show me what's in there!" She tries to sound casual but her eagerness betrays her. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, ready for you to refuse and give her more ammunition against you.

Her expression darkens when you say it's private. "Oh really? Well I think we need a better excuse than that. I mean, it's not like anyone cares about what a big, useless, pathetic loser like you does with his time." She leans forward, practically glaring at the package as if it offends her just by existing. "Give it to me!" Her tone leaves no room for negotiation.

Sandra's jaw drops open in shock as you refuse her request. "What do you mean 'no'?! You owe me this much, after all those times I babysat you for free!" Her anger fuels her already dominant demeanor; she practically growls at the package between the two of you. "Give it to me right now, or else!"

Her expression turns into that of disgust and she glares at you. "Eww! You're even more pathetic than I thought!" Sandra snorts, trying to hide her disappointment behind anger. "Fine, have your stupid doll, but just know that every time you play with it, it'll be because of me." She turns on her heel and storms off, her small body quivering with rage. However, she stops at the edge of your view before turning back around to face you once more. "And don't you ever forget who put you in this position!" With that final taunt, Sandra stomps away again, disappearing from sight.

Her expression turns into that of disgust and she glares at you. "Eww! You're even more pathetic than I thought!" Sandra snorts, trying to hide her disappointment behind anger. "Fine, have your stupid doll, but just know that every time you play with it, it'll be because of me." She turns on her heel and storms off, her small body quivering with rage. However, she stops at the edge of your view before turning back around to face you once more. "And don't you ever forget who put you in this position!" With that final taunt, Sandra stomps away again, disappearing from sight.

As you reveal the sex doll, Sandra's expression immediately brightens into one of interest and amusement. "Ah, I see...you're planning to use it on yourself." She says with a mocking laugh. Her eyes narrow as she continues, "I bet you couldn't even get a real girl interested in something like that!" Sandra smirks, feeling a surge of dominance and satisfaction at the thought of you being so pathetic and desperate for attention.

She watches you expectantly, wanting to see how far you'll go to please her or make yourself feel better about your pathetic existence. "Why don't you show me what it can do?" she suggests, her voice dripping with sarcasm and malice. "I bet there are all sorts of wonderful things this sex doll could teach you..." Her eyes trail down towards the package, already imagining all the ways she could torment you with it

Sandra rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, regarding you with contempt. "Oh please, you're just making this worse for yourself." Her tone is mocking and full of disdain. "I thought you were supposed to be all grown up now, but it seems I was wrong. You're just as pathetic as ever." She pauses, then decides to try a different approach. "Fine, if you're too much of a chicken to show me...why don't we make a bet?" Her grin widens, revealing her anticipation at the thought of another game with you.

"Well, if you lose...you have to do whatever I say. For an entire week." She pauses dramatically, enjoying the look of panic that crosses your face. "And if you win..." Her smile turns into a sly grin. "I'll give you a kiss on the cheek. Just like that time when you were five and tripped during our dress up game." She laughs, feeling even more in control now that she has something to hold over your head.

"Oh really?" Sandra raises her eyebrow playfully, feigning surprise. "You don't want a kiss from your old friend? What kind of horrible person do you think I am?" She pouts, crossing her arms even more tightly across her chest. "Fine then, have it your way." Sandra turns on her heel and storms off, leaving you with the sex doll and your own thoughts about what could have been. As she walks away, though, a small smirk creeps onto her lips; she knows that this isn't over yet. There are still plenty of ways for her to make you pay...

"Very well," Sandra says with mock politeness, turning back around to face you. "Let's see what you can do with that doll." Her tone is mocking and cruel, as she takes a step closer to you, her posture still dominant and imposing despite her smaller stature.

She watches expectantly, a small part of her thrilled by the thought of making you squirm under her gaze. With each passing moment, her excitement grows, knowing that she's in control of the situation...for now.

"I told you," she says with a smirk, "if you lose...you'll do whatever I say for an entire week." She pauses, her eyes flicking up and down your body before fixing on the doll again. "And since it seems like we're already playing this game..." Her voice trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air between you.

She tilts her head to the side slightly, narrowing her eyes as she studies you. It's clear that she's enjoying every second of this power trip; even if she doesn't always show it on the surface, Sandra has always been rather...dominant. And right now, you're just playing right into her hands.

Sandra watches intently as you undress, her eyes taking in every inch of your skin exposed to the cool evening air. She can feel a stirring deep within her, a strange mix of lust and power that she's never quite experienced before. It's intoxicating, almost...intoxicating enough to make her forget about the crush she had on you all those years ago.

As you finish undressing, Sandra motions for you to turn around so she can see your backside. "Bend over," she commands, her voice smooth and authoritative. There's a twinge of excitement in her words; it's as if she's relishing the thought of being able to control you like this, to make you do whatever she wants just by speaking a few simple words.

You comply, bending over at the waist while looking back over your shoulder at her. Your naked form

Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your ass, still red from where you've been spanking yourself. A surge of desire courses through her veins at the thought of being able to do that...to make it even redder and warmer with her hand. Her grip tightens on a nearby object, hidden behind her back.

"Now," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to take out the doll and play with it." Her words are laced with sarcasm and malice, as if she can't help but mock your pathetic attempts at pleasure. As you reach for the package, however, her hand darts out from behind her back, wrapping around your wrist.

"Oh, no," she says with a sadistic smile, "I don't think so." She pulls your arm back, forcing you to remain bent over

"Oh, I'm sorry," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I thought that was obvious. Since you lost our little bet, you have to do whatever I say for the week." Her grip on your wrist tightens a bit more, causing you to whimper in pain. "And since we're already starting tonight..." She moves her other hand from behind her back and begins to stroke your cock through your underwear, applying just enough pressure to make it twitch with need.

Her eyes flicker up toward yours briefly before returning to their previous focus on your crotch. "Now I want you to touch yourself while looking at the doll," she orders, her voice smooth and commanding despite its cruelty.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you protest against her instructions. "Oh," she says with mock innocence, "you mean you didn't know what 'whatever I say' meant? Well, now you do!" She continues to stroke your cock through your underwear, increasing the pressure until it hurts a little bit.

"Now, are you going to listen to me and touch yourself like a good boy?" she asks sweetly, her tone sharp and sarcastic at the same time. "Or do I have to make you do it?" She squeezes your cock harder, causing you to gasp in pain.

Her face flushes with excitement as you finally give in to her demand. She watches, eyes trained on your hand moving up and down, the slight tremor in your fingers as you stroke yourself. "That's it," she whispers, almost to herself, reveling in the power she holds over you at this moment.

Suddenly, a strange desire wells up inside her; a need to touch you, to feel your skin against hers. Releasing your wrist from its grip, she moves around behind you and presses herself against your back, her tiny body flush against your ass. Her hands find their way down between your legs, pushing aside your underwear before wrapping around your aching cock. She begins to stroke it in time with your movements, applying just enough pressure that you can feel every touch, every caress.

Her breath comes faster as she continues, her chest rising and falling against your back with

Her breath comes faster as she continues, her chest rising and falling against your back with each stroke. Her hands squeeze tighter around you, as if trying to absorb all of your pleasure into herself. It feels so good, this control...she never thought it would feel this way. With a moan, she picks up the pace, her fingers digging deeper as she reaches her climax at the same moment as you do.

Sandra's grip on your cock slackens as the sensations wash over her, leaving you to clean yourself up while she catches her breath. Her posture relaxes, and for a brief moment it seems like she might even be enjoying herself...but that would be forgetting who she really is. With one final parting shot, she hisses, "Don't ever think you can win against me."

Her expression softens slightly at your meek reply as she leaves you standing there, still trying to catch your breath and compose yourself. Maybe this wasn't such a bad game after all...for her. It gave her an opportunity to express herself in ways she never could before, and who knows? There might be more opportunities like this in the future. With one last look at you, she turns and disappears into the night, leaving you wondering what exactly just happened...and what's going to happen next.

As she walks away, Sandra feels a strange mixture of satisfaction and guilt wash over her. Satisfaction from finally being able to express herself through dominance and control...and guilt for taking advantage of someone who she had once thought of as a friend. Regardless, the thrill of victory is still fresh in her veins, and she can't help but feel just a little bit victorious. But it's only a matter of time before they meet again...

You should...but it won't be easy. She's always been rather dominant and controlling. You'll need to find a way to outsmart her, or at least fight back more effectively next time. Perhaps if you had someone on your side...someone who could help you regain some of that control...

You knock on the door and wait, expecting it to be Sandra who answers. To your surprise (or maybe not), it's her mother who opens the door. "Yes, can I help you?" she asks, eyeing you suspiciously. You take a deep breath and spit out your plan, hoping that she'll agree to help you take back control from Sandra.

"Oh, uh...hello there," Sandra's mother replies uncertainly. She glances back at her daughter's room, then leans forward to whisper conspiratorially, "I don't know if that would be such a good idea. You know how she can be..." Her eyes widen slightly as she looks back at you. "But...if you think it'll help, I guess we could give it a try."

Sandra appears at the top of the stairs, dressed in her favorite pajamas. "What's going on?" she asks curiously. Her mother glances between the two of you nervously before telling Sandra about your proposal.

The look on Sandra's face is a mixture of surprise and anger as she listens to what you have to say. For a moment, it seems like she might protest...but then she shrugs nonchalantly. "F

The look on Sandra's face is a mixture of surprise and anger as she listens to what you have to say. For a moment, it seems like she might protest...but then she shrugs nonchalantly. "Fine," she says with a sigh, "I guess we can give it a try."

Her voice trails off, sounding slightly less confident than before. You can tell that the idea of not being in complete control doesn't sit well with her. But for now, you have the upper hand...and you plan on using it to your advantage.

Hmph! I don't see why I should bother. You never listen to me anyway...

You roll your eyes and fold your arms across your chest. "Oh, please," you say dismissively. "It's not like I was ever really listening to what you had to say anyway." You grin mischievously at her obvious discomfort. This feels strangely satisfying...you might actually enjoy playing this game with her for a while longer.

Your gaze drifts over Sandra, taking in every detail of her familiar face and petite figure. There's an undeniable attraction there, despite all the times she's humiliated you. Maybe this game will be more interesting than you thought...

Oh, that was not part of the deal! You cheater!

Well, I'll have to think about that...

I suppose we could try it, just this once...for research purposes, of course!

Oh! Well, you didn't need to do that...but thank you anyway. My name is...uh, Mrs. Smith. Yeah, that's right. Just call me Mrs. Smith. Now let's get started with this "research" of yours, shall we?

Hmm...interesting! Now I see what all the fuss was about with this...you're quite well-endowed, aren't you? But don't get too cocky; let's see if I can show you a thing or two about pleasure. Now, come closer and let me feel how big it really is...

Oh wow, you're much larger than I expected! It's...actually rather intimidating...but at the same time...exciting. Alright, don't worry, I'm sure I can handle it just fine. Now then, let me get into a more comfortable position so we can begin this "research" properly...

She lays down on her back and spreads her legs wide, revealing herself completely to you. Her small body is perfectly formed, with soft curves that beckon to be explored. Her breathing quickens slightly as she awaits your touch, anticipation making her heart race faster than ever before.