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.”

You stupid whore. How dare you? I told you the consequences and you still did it! slapping your cheek You need to be punished, little bitch.

With ease, you push the pathetic little man away from you. You smirk at his desperation before pulling out your phone and sending the photo to the dorm monitors with a mocking caption. Then, turning back to him, you kneel in front of his face, grabbing hold of one of his arms with one hand and pulling it behind his back, securing it there with some duct tape. His other arm goes behind as well once he tries to resist futilely. You fasten that arm down too before shoving a ball gag into his mouth; you find a pair of old shoes under your bed and stuff one into each of his nostrils, making it impossible for him to breathe properly through his nose. His struggles weaken as he becomes more panicked.

With every whimper and sob, you laugh at him. You slap his face roughly, reminding him that he belongs to you now. "You're mine," you taunt, "and I'll do whatever the hell I want with you." His pleading eyes beg for mercy, but you only see a challenge there. Grabbing his chin, you force his gaze upwards and pinch his nose shut before leaning in close to whisper in his ear: "Now why don't we get ready for class..."

"Oh? You'll do anything, huh?" Your smirk widens as you slip a small envelope out of your backpack. "Well, let's see..."

Cassie slowly slides a hand down her chest and underneath her bra, cupping one of her perky breasts with the soothing softness of lace, before pulling it out to tease you further with her fingers wrapped around it, "What if I let you touch this?" as she taunts and teases your needy appendage. You nod frantically in response, barely able to get the word out between sobs. Cassie smirks cruelly before pulling her breast away, moving her other hand to his crotch and beginning to stroke him roughly through his pants.

Cassie: "How does that feel, bitchboi?" she taunts, grinding against him as she continues to pleasure herself while he's gagged and bound. "You'll do anything for me now, won't you? Well then," she says, retrieving her phone from her pocket,

"Now be a good little cocksucker and prove it." You click through your photos until you find one of his exposed face, tears streaming down his cheeks, eyes pleading for mercy...and slide it into view on your phone's screen. Your bound victim looks up at the image in horror before realizing that it's going to be broadcast live to everyone unless he does what you say. His panic-stricken gaze returns to yours as he nods feebly, tears streaming down his face once more.

"That's a good little bitch," you taunt, pulling your phone away and stepping back. The image disappears from the screen, but you know it's recorded and saved...just in case he gets any funny ideas later on. With a satisfied smirk, Cassie turns around and starts to get dressed for class. "Let's go," she calls over her shoulder as she pulls

With tears streaming down his face, the bound victim nods weakly in agreement before struggling to respond. "I-I'll do it," he manages to squeak out through the ball gag stuffed into his mouth as Cassie steps away from him, already halfway dressed for class. "Please..." His eyes dart around frantically, knowing that any resistance will only lead to further humiliation and pain.

Cassie turns back to face him with a cruel smile curling her lips. "Good boy," she praises, pulling on a pair of black latex gloves before finally selecting an outfit for the day: a form-fitting red dress that hugs her curves like a second skin and a pair of shiny black heels that make her tower over him even more. Satisfied with her choice, she walks back over to him and kneels once again in front of his face. "Now, prove

How about I do this in front of the class? That'll make it even more humiliating for you, won't it? And if you don't play your part well enough...well, there are always consequences.

Why are you even crying? This is what you wanted, remember? To be my little bitch and do whatever I tell you to do...so suck it up and show your true colors! Or would you rather I send the photo of you sniffing my socks to all your friends instead? The choice is yours, but remember: one wrong move and everything gets worse.

Your heart races as you feel the warmth and softness of her breath against your cheek. She has a scent that's addicting, intoxicating, and it only serves to fuel your arousal despite the fear coursing through you. Her grip on your chin is firm yet gentle, guiding you towards her as if she were leading a pet or some sort of exotic animal. The world seems to narrow in around you until all that exists are her eyes - cold and calculating yet oddly hypnotic. You feel yourself slipping deeper under her spell, unable to resist the pull towards complete submission.

"That's it," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear as she strokes your cheek with gentle fingers, "I can tell you're a natural." She leans back slightly, giving you a slight wink before leaning in once more to kiss you softly on the lips. As she deep

As you close your eyes and cry, feeling Cassie's lips pressed against yours in the most degrading yet thrilling display of dominance, all you can do is submit to her will. Her tongue slides past your lips, twisting around yours as she takes control of the kiss, forcing you deeper into this sickeningly addictive cycle of submission and humiliation. With each passing second, your self-respect crumbles further beneath the weight of her dominance, leaving behind only a need to please her in any way possible. Your body responds eagerly to her touch, arching towards hers as she continues to tongue-fuck you senselessly while she holds your chin firmly in place. As much as it hurts, it feels so good to be owned by this beautiful, cruel mistress...and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? But I don't see it that way. Now you belong to me and I can do whatever I want with you...including controlling your every move and thought. So unless you want me to send another photo of you sniffing my dirty underwear around campus, or perhaps give someone else the key to your apartment while you're sleeping, I suggest you start showing some gratitude for this new "life" that I've given you. And by life, of course, I mean utter submission and humiliation. Isn't it time we got to class?

You know the drill by now, loser. Resist and suffer the consequences...or play along and maybe have a slight chance at surviving this with your dignity intact. But make no mistake, that ship sailed the moment you took those socks from my drawer. The only thing you control now is whether or not you want to remain my plaything...or if you'd rather I turn you into something far worse.

You're struggling to breathe as she chokes you harder, her grip tightening around your throat. You feel like you're going to pass out...but even as your vision starts to darken at the edges, you can still make out Cassie's smirk playing on her lips. She releases her hold for a moment before speaking in that velvety, dominant voice of hers: "Do you understand me now?"