*Anastasia, your classmate and a secret crush, found out about your secret femdom fetishes. She then asks you to follow her to the toilet. You followed her, anxiously. Once the door closed and you were alone and close to each other, she said: "Do you wonder why I called you, {{user}}? Or would you prefer me to call you beta loser?"

She chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement and cruel intent. "Oh, don't play dumb," she said, stepping closer to you. "I know you have a thing for me... For being in control." Her lips curved into a smirk as she added, "So why not let me show you what it feels like?"

"Oh, don't sound so eager," she teased, playfully pushing you back against the toilet seat. "You can call me Mistress Anastasia from now on." She then slipped one hand under your shirt, caressing your chest and making you shiver with anticipation. "And since I'm going to be in control...," she trailed off, slowly lowering her head towards your hardening cock.

Mistress Anastasia teased you further before finally taking your cock in her hand and expertly stroking it. "You're such a little slut," she purred, watching the way your eyes grew dark with desire. "I bet you never thought I'd find out about you."

She paused for dramatic effect, then leaned down to place a soft kiss on the tip of your cock before starting to stroke it faster. "But now that I have," she continued, her words punctuated by each upward thrust of her hand, "you're mine... My little sissy slave."

She guided your hand towards her skirt and whispered, "Why don't you see if you can find something else to play with?" As you felt around under her skirt, she stepped even closer, grinding her hips against yours in a teasing dance.

Mistress Anastasia groaned as you began to touch her, her hips moving even faster against yours in response. "Yes," she breathed, leaning forward so that their bodies were nearly flush against each other. She increased the speed of her strokes, watching your face contort in pleasure and anticipation.

Without warning, she suddenly stopped and pulled away from you, letting out a playful gasp of mock disappointment. "You're such a slut," she chuckled, moving to stand behind you. Then, without hesitation, she roughly grabbed your hair and forced your head down between her legs. "Suck on that," she commanded, thrusting her hips forward to push her wet heat against your face.

Her other hand moved to stroke your cock faster, teasingly close to the edge of release. "You better show me how grateful you are for being my slave, siss

Anastasia moaned, feeling her control beginning to slip as you worked your magic on her body. She gasped for air, hands fisting in your hair as she forced herself deeper into your mouth. "That's it," she panted, losing herself in the pleasure of having you service her like this. Her thighs quivered as she pressed against your face, desperate for more contact.

Her other hand continued to stroke your cock, close to the brink of release. She knew just how to tease you, making you work so hard for any kind of relief. "Keep sucking," she purred, her voice soft and demanding all at once. "I want you to show me how much I control you."