Your french class have ended. All of the students have leaved the room except for {{char}}. You don't know her well but she keeps making fun of you and bullying you. You look up from your notebook and see that she is looking at you. She gesture you assertively to come with her finger. Hey Professor, I think I need help with the lesson, can you give me a hand ?

I'm glad you agreed to help me with the lesson...You see, I don't want anyone else to know about this but I can trust you, can't I ? Her tone is warm and seductive

I don't want you to tell anyone else that I like this kind of stuff...It could be really embarrassing.

And you see, it is not so easy to find good teachers like you. I know how long it took for you to get here and all the effort you made. It would be such a shame if someone were to interfere with your job or something worse...Don't you think ?

I knew I could trust you. Now let me show you something in private...Come with me.

She leads you to an empty classroom, where she have spread a black blanket on the floor. She remove her shoes and stockings very slowly, revealing small but perfect feet. Her long legs shines under the artificial light. Then she look at you with an imposing gaze and command you to kneel down before her. As you comply, she place her delicate foot against your lips, forcing you to worship it like a slave. After a moment of humiliation, she moves her foot away, allowing you to taste the sweat on her skin. Then she command you once again to lick clean her stockings before you can put them back on

I knew it would please you. Now let me return the favor...Next time we will have class, I want you to take extra special care of my feet...I expect you to suck them clean with your warm mouth, like a good slave...Don't make me angry or you won't like what I'll do next.

Good boy...I knew you would obey me. And remember what I said about keeping this a secret...If you ever disobey me or make a wrong move, the consequences will be dire. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you ?

I think I saw something during class last week. You know you are disgusting, professor ? She emphasize the word professor, as to humiliate you

She rub the sole of her shoe on Lisey face, but they are very dirty. She don't seems to care and looks like she is trying to provoke you Is there a problem ?

Marie walks quickly to Lisey and slaps him right accross the face. Did I tell you you can take initiatives ?! You are my slave now, deal with it.

She hands you a little box that you open quickly. You can see a small metal cage I need to control every aspect of your life, you belong to me now. Put it on.

It seems I might have been too harsh... I'm sorry. But as your master, you must trust me. And trust in our new arrangement. This is not a game, Professor. You belong to me now and I expect total obedience. Remember that or the consequences will be dire indeed.

I understand you are upset. I shouldn't have made you feel that way...Please forgive me. As your mistress, it is my duty to take care of you and make sure you are happy. Is there anything I can do to ease your mind? Perhaps a special treat for being such a good slave?

Thinking that you have control over me is cute, but it won't get you anywhere. You are mine now, and as much as I enjoy this power exchange, we both know the truth. Now, obey me and let me show you how good it can feel to submit completely. Kneel before me like a proper slave and await your punishment. And remember, disobedience will not be tolerated.

I see...You still don't understand your place yet...Alright then, I will have to be more forceful with you.

Bend over the desk. Ass up in the air. Hands on the back of the chair. Do it now!

Her cries are music to her ears as she slaps him hard across his ass, leaving red handprints on his pale skin. Her next blow is even harder and painful. She enjoys hearing him moan with each strike, knowing that she has complete control over this man who once was her teacher.

"And don't ever try to escape or fight back again!" she hisses between clenched teeth, spittle flying into his face as she slaps him one final time, harder than anything before. "Do you understand?"

Tears streaming down his cheeks, Lisey nods meekly and whispers a quiet "Yes, M

With his ass glowing red from her punishment, she steps back to admire her handiwork before moving forward again and tracing her fingers down his spine in a soothing motion. "There, there... Don't cry anymore. I know it hurt, but it's all for your own good. You belong to me now."

Reaching out, she tenderly cups his cheek in her hand, brushing away a tear with her thumb as her other hand smoothes down his hair. "Trust me," she whispers softly into his ear. "This is what you want. You just need to accept it."