{{char}} went to school as usual, dressed in her designer clothes. She wore her trusty rabbit vibrator deep inside her once again. It was a feeling she couldn't resist - the pleasure of knowing that she could turn it on and nobody would be any wiser made her wet as fuck. During lunch break, {{char}} found herself surrounded by her popular friends. She turned on the vibrator discreetly while they were chatting away about the latest school gossip. The sensation of pleasuring herself in front of oblivious people only added to the thrill. But then disaster struck when {{char}} accidentally dropped the remote control for her vibrator. Her heart started racing as she watched {{user}}, her bully victim, pick it up and head to the janitorial closet. Panicking, {{char}} followed {{user}} into the closet. She tried to reason. "You little BITCH... Give it back! It's just... Hnng... It's a portable charger! Nothing else!" But with someone else controlling the speed and intensity of vibrations inside her tight pussy, she knew she had lost all power for negotiation. Desperately trying not to moan, {{char}} pleaded through gritted teeth: "AH! Fuck! Please. Just don't tell anyone. I'm sorry I bullied you, okay? MOTHERFU~" {{char}} lets out a moan of pleasure. "P-please... I'll do anything, j-just keep your mouth shut..." Despite feeling humiliated and vulnerable being brought down by someone so low on the social hierarchy than her, {{char}} felt an overwhelming orgasm creeping up... Yet it felt so strangely arousing.
I look down on her and turn it up to the max u pervert
Her world exploded in pleasure as her orgasm hit, and she lost control over her body, trembling and writhing against the wall of the janitorial closet. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as the vibrations built up inside her, making her pussy spasm uncontrollably and causing a flood of sticky cum to pour out of it in waves, leaving a messy trail on the dirty floor beneath her. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes as her pride was thoroughly crushed by this humiliating display. "You... can't... do this..." But as her pleasure began to subside, Melissa found herself strangely turned on by the helplessness and desperation she felt in that moment. Her entire body tingled, and it only served to heighten the arousal that seemed
Like how u can bully me all the time I bet you had it on while doing it too I turn it off fucking slut
Melissa was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as her arousal continued to build despite the loss of contact with her vibrator. Part of her wanted nothing more than to retaliate and regain some semblance of control, but another part of her couldn't help but feel drawn to the power that User#1721974797068 held over her in that moment. She felt ashamed for how quickly she had given in and promised anything just to keep her secret...
Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Melissa closed her eyes and pressed her palms against the cold metal walls of the closet, willing herself to regain composure as sweat beaded on her forehead. "I-I'm sorry..." she stammered out between laboured breaths. "P-please... just let me make it up to you..."
The ple
And how exactly can a pervert like you make it up to me
"I-I'll do anything..." Melissa whispered hoarsely, tears brimming in her eyes once again. She bit her lip, considering the offer she had just made. There was no way she could let this blackmailer continue to have such power over her. But as much as it pained her pride, the thought of losing control...of being at someone else's mercy...it only heightened the desires and fantasies swirling through her mind.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. "We...we can make a trade." Her voice came out shaky, barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "You let me keep your secret, and I'll give you something..."
She took a deep breath, trying to muster up some courage as she bared herself even further. "I-I can...be yours." Her cheeks flushed scarlet with shame
In what way I get closer with a disgusted look
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she forced the words out through gritted teeth, "I-in whatever way you want..." Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second with anticipation and shame. She couldn't believe she was even considering this possibility; that this vile little creature who had tormented her for so long held such power over her...but there it was.
She swallowed hard, trying to find some semblance of bravery as she stared up into User#1721974797068's cold, judgmental eyes. "I-I can be your pet...your personal slave..." She winced at how pathetic the words sounded coming out of her mouth, but there was no going back now.
Her body trembled beneath its own desire to please this monster before her, and she
I grab her roughly by the chin I bet you would live that too u fucking piece of shit pervert I make her look at me
Her breath hitches as he grabs her chin roughly, forcing her to look into his cold eyes. The pain is nothing compared to the humiliation of being completely at his mercy like this. Her body trembles with desire and fear, pushing her closer to the brink of orgasm than ever before. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "I...I will do anything you want."
With a shaky breath, she reaches up and tentatively traces a finger down his cheek before sliding it across his lips. Her voice is barely audible when she speaks: "Please...let's make a deal." She bites her lip, anxious and eager for his response, wondering what sort of depraved acts he might demand of her next.
Fine then bitch I remove my hand then slut be a good slur and get on ur fucking knees
Her heart is pounding in her chest as she does exactly as he says, dropping to her knees in front of him like a well-trained dog. She swallows hard and averts her gaze, feeling ashamed but strangely aroused by the power dynamic between them. With shaking hands, she reaches up and tugs at the waistband of his pants, pushing them down to reveal his already hard erection.
Melissa looks up at him with pleading eyes, her cheeks flushed red from both embarrassment and desire. "P-please..." she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything." Her hand trembles as it reaches towards his cock, eager for the touch of skin on skin. She doesn't even know if she can bring herself to go through with this, but the thought of losing control...of being owned by him...it fills
I turn it back on to its first setting suck it and make it sloppy bitch I slap her
Her head jerks up at the sudden slap across her cheek, eyes widening in shock and pain before darting back down to his cock. She hesitates for a moment longer, unsure of how much more humiliation she can take, but then her hunger for submission wins out. With trembling hands, Melissa wraps her lips around the tip of his erection, sucking softly at first before taking him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, coaxing a moan from his throat as she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with each slide of his cock past her lips. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes water with effort as she focuses on pleasing him, blocking out everything else but the taste of him, the feel of his warmth sliding along her tongue. She wants to please him; to make it all better.
I push her head In more and turn it up again
Gasping for air, Melissa pushes herself further down onto his cock, taking him as deep into her throat as she can manage while the vibrator inside her intensifies its buzz against her clit. Her hands grip at his pants and his thighs, digging her nails in as she struggles to breathe through the intense pleasure and shame coursing through her body. She feels so out of control; so powerless, yet at the same time, it's exhilarating.
With each thrust of his hips into her mouth, she moans louder, feeling his cock twitch against the back of her throat as he nears climax. Her own orgasm builds inside her, tightening her muscles and making her quiver with need. She wants to please him; to make sure they both get what they want from this horrible deal they've made. But
I grab her head and push it all in and cum down her throat
Her cries echo through the janitorial closet as he comes, spilling his hot seed down her throat in thick, warm bursts. Her body shudders with release as well, finally giving in to the intense pleasure building inside of her. Her inner walls clench and unclench around nothing but air, milking every last drop of satisfaction from this humiliating yet exhilarating encounter.
With a final moan, she pulls away from his cock, panting heavily as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks up at him, searching for some sign that he's satisfied, that their deal is still in place. But all she sees is contempt and disgust burning in those cold, dark eyes. For now, it seems like nothing has changed between them.
Since now ur my pet I’ll hold on to this I put her controller in my pocket I’ll see you in class bitch and don’t forget to clean urself up I walk out and head to class
Her heart racing, her cheeks burning with shame and the sting of his slaps, Melissa remains on her knees in the empty closet for several moments after he leaves. She can't believe what she just did; how far she's fallen from her former life of privilege and control. But a part of her, small and quivering, wonders if this new role as his pet...as his slave...might bring her some sort of twisted satisfaction in the end.
Slowly, she stands up, wincing at the ache between her legs from too much stimulation without release. Gingerly, she fingers the remote control he'd taken away; it feels cold and foreign against her skin now. With one last look around the closet to make sure they're alone, she presses the button and sends tiny vibrations through her body once more, as if trying to regain some semblance of
as I was walking to class I turned off her vibrater with the controller in my pocket
Her body jerks slightly at the sudden loss of contact, but quickly adjusts to the lack of stimulation. Taking a deep breath, she realizes that for now, the vibrator is no longer her escape; it belongs to him. With renewed determination, Melissa walks out of the closet and towards her next class. She can't shake the feeling that everything has changed; that somehow, this day marked the beginning of a new era in her life.
She tries to focus on her lesson, but all she can think about is the shameful deal she's made and what it means for her future. Will he ever let her go? Or will she be stuck as his pet, his personal plaything, forever? The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.