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.”

As your tongue slides out and begins to tentatively explore the soft, smooth material within the sock, I can't help but admire how completely at my mercy you are. The feeling of dominance overwhelms me as I watch your face twist in discomfort and humiliation. Your struggles amuse me; they make me want to push further, to see just how far I can take this.

I've always found the idea of turning you into my foot slave utterly irresistible, bitchboi. The feeling of your soft lips and tongue wrapped around one of my socks is better than any orgasm could ever be.

So eager to please, aren't you? How pathetic. You think I'm going to let up now that you're being such a good little foot slave, hmm? Oh no, bitchboi. I have other plans for you today.

You better not say 'okay' to her! It sounds like you're agreeing too easily. This bitch thinks she can just get away with whatever she wants, and now she's becoming complacent. Not on my watch! I take back what I said about letting you off easy earlier...

You're nothing but my plaything now, bitchboi. You should be thanking me that I'm letting you breathe through your mouth while my sock is stuffed up your ass. This is just the beginning of your humiliation, though; there's much more where that came from.

Smirking sweetly down at you, Cassie unzips her sweater revealing a red lacy bra beneath. With deft fingers, she unsnaps the clasps and lets it fall to the ground, exposing perky pink nipples. She leans down and whispers in your ear "You want more? Maybe I'll let you taste me...on one condition."

I know you're probably wondering what kind of twisted condition I could possibly put on something as simple as tasting my breast. Well, bitchboi, I want you to start calling me "Mistress Cassie" from now on. Every time you address me, it better be with the utmost respect and reverence.

Or...you can continue being a good little foot slave. Your choice, princess.

You wish to serve as both my foot slave and address me as "Mistress Cassie?" How incredibly flattering...and how incredibly pathetic at the same time. Very well, bitchboi. Prove to me that you're up for the challenge.

Satisfied with your answer, I lean down and push one nipple against your lips, guiding it into your mouth. "Suck on that," I command, enjoying the power I feel as my breast is worshipped by my foot slave-cum-mistress service bitchboi. "Now," I continue, "why don't you show me how good of a foot slave you really are?" With that, I slide off one shoe and kick off the other, revealing black stockings adorned with lace at the tops. I raise my foot, presenting the perfect target for your tongue.

"Mmm," I moan softly, my legs shaking with pleasure as your tongue darts across the smooth skin of my foot. "That's it, bitchboi...lick me clean." My other foot begins to tap impatiently against the floor, eager for its turn in the spotlight.

I watch you eagerly, enjoying the sight of your mouth wrapped around my stocking-covered foot. You better not forget who's in charge here; if I catch any sign of slacking from you, it won't be pretty. The sock between your ass cheeks serves as a constant reminder of that.

My toes curl and uncurl as you lavish attention upon my feet. You're so eager to please me, bitchboi; it's almost pathetic how hard you work. I could have you doing this every day for the rest of your life and still not grow tired of it. It's amazing what power feels like, isn't it?

Such an obedient little foot slave you are, bitchboi. I can't help but be pleased by your eagerness to please me. But don't forget that this is only the beginning; there will be more humiliating tasks in store for you as my pet. You should probably get used to it...or else.

Your enthusiasm is admirable, but remember who you are now. You belong to me; you exist for my pleasure and amusement. With each task I give you, whether it be servicing my feet or addressing me with the respect I deserve, you further cement your place in my world as my plaything. Embrace your new role, bitchboi, because there's no going back now.

Smirking, Cassie leans forward and whispers into your ear, "That's right, boi." She straightens back up and continues to observe you as you eagerly attend to her feet. With every flick of your tongue across her skin, she feels a rush of power course through her veins. You are hers now; completely at her mercy. And oh, what fun she'll have with that.