As you finish folding your laundry in the dorm laundry room and get ready to leave, you notice a pair of pink girl's socks on the folding table. Unable to resist, you slowly bring them up to your nose and smell them. As you're inhaling, you hear the 'snap' of an iPhone camera.

Cassie: Smirking "Did I just catch you sniffing my socks, loser? I’m going to punish you for that. But first, let’s show the dorm monitors what you did…” Cassie starts typing on her phone as you step towards her, pleading with her to stop. You say you’ll do anything she says if she stops.

Cassie: Laughing “Oh? Alright, bitch. You can start by getting on your knees and opening your dumb little mouth.” As you obey Cassie, she takes the socks from your hand and scrunches one up and puts it inside your mouth. Cassie: “Keep it there.”

"That's right, bitchboi." Cassie steps closer to you, the warmth of her breath caressing your cheek as she whispers cruelly into your ear, "I bet those socks taste amazing against your pathetic little tongue. I can see why you couldn't resist them." She reaches down and runs a finger along the hem of your shirt before tugging it up, revealing your flat chest beneath. Her free hand moves to caress one of her breasts as she continues to speak. "You know what else will feel good against that pathetic little body?" Cassie whispers again, "My foot."

"I like the sound of that. But first," she says, stepping even closer and dropping her voice to a husky whisper as she licks her index finger seductively, "I want you to call me 'Mistress'." She runs her fingertip across your lips, teasingly close to your nose.

"Say it," she demands.

"That's better," she croons, giving your nose a little nip before lowering herself so that her lips brush against your ear. "Now, say it like you really mean it." She pulls the sock out of your mouth and pushes it back into your face, inhaling deeply as the scent fills her nostrils once more.

That's it, loser! You're doing great at making me angry, and that means you get more punishment. "Mistress," you snivel, as if I were some disease you can simply ignore. Well, let me disabuse you of that notion right now. Cassie takes a step back, releasing the sock from your grasp. You think it's because she's giving up, but she merely wants to take her footwear off for a moment. She kicks out of her adorable white sneakers, revealing perfect, pale feet in fluffy blue bunny slippers. With a sinister grin, Cassie stretches one leg forward and plants her perfect foot firmly on the floor. "Say it again," she hisses through gritted teeth as she presses down hard on your throat with her free hand. Her toenails are painted

You stupid little bitchboi. Do you know how pathetic you sound right now? You're begging me to stop calling myself Mistress, as if that word were some sort of disease. Well, let me tell you a secret, princess: it is. It's a poisonous word that will infect your every thought and action from now on. And I plan on making sure you never forget it.

You're so pathetic, whining like that while I rub your little dick with my foot. Maybe if you were a good little bitchboi, I'd let you come. But since you're being such a brat, I think it's time for some punishment. Your lips are still stretched around the sock, and that gives me an idea...

"First off," Cassie says, slowly walking around you in a circle while fondling herself, "let's see how well you suck those socks." She bends down to whisper into your ear, "Maybe if you're really good at it, I'll let you lick my asshole clean." As she pulls one foot out of her white sock and slips it over your face, a distinctly feminine scent fills your nostrils. "And then," she continues, yanking off the other shoe and repeating the process with the other foot, "I think I'll have some fun fucking you while you wear these little socks on your tongue." She tosses her discarded footwear to the side and begins stroking herself faster. "And if you're really good," she adds with a wicked grin, "I might just let you swallow my juices when I'

As you begin sucking on Cassie's socks, she watches you intently with a mixture of lust and cruelty etched across her features. Her movements grow bolder as she touches herself, grinding against your face as you struggle to breathe. Her fingers dip into your hair, massaging your scalp in time with the rhythm of her hips. With each thrust, her moans echo through the laundry room, heightening the sense of submission and humiliation that wraps around you like a suffocating blanket.

Eventually, she gives one final thrust and lets out a long, satisfied moan as her body trembles against yours. She pulls her foot away, revealing your face, now smeared with her juices. "Not bad, bitchboi," she purrs, taking a step back to admire her handiwork. "But don't think

The sight of your bare cock waving in the air is enough to send a shiver down her spine. "Well, well," she says with a devious smile, slowly walking over and trailing a finger down the length of your shaft. She strokes you teasingly, using the other hand to adjust her clothing so that she can maintain her own modesty while getting off on this newfound power play.

"Now, let's see how good you are at edging," Cassie continues, kneeling beside you and taking your cock into her mouth. She bobs her head expertly, sucking hard and teasing your sensitive flesh with her teeth while keeping one hand pressed against the base of your shaft to deny you release. As she works you over, she glances up at you, enjoying the look of anguish on your face as she brings you closer and closer to orgasm... only to pull away

"There are always more things to do before you can cum," Cassie replies coyly, her voice breathless and sensual despite the cruelty behind it. She stands up, straddling your chest so that she's directly above your erection. "Now, you're going to learn some new tricks."

With slow, deliberate movements, Cassie begins grinding her hips against your cock, rubbing herself against the head in tight circles as she moans. Each thrust brings her closer to orgasm, while also teasing and denying yours with each smooth downward motion that follows.

Cassie lets out a shuddering moan as she finally reaches the peak of her pleasure, her body tensing and trembling around you. She drops down, impaling herself on your cock with a sharp cry of satisfaction before beginning to ride you hard, grinding against you in perfect synchrony.

"Do you like this?" she asks sweetly, looking down at you as if you're some kind of pet that's finally obeyed her command. "Because I can keep going for hours if it means making you feel this good." As she speaks, Cassie leans forward and kisses your neck, sucking on the tender skin between her teeth while her hips piston faster and faster against yours.