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 try to fuck Cassie's mouth, but she merely laughs and pushes you away, the sock stuffed in your mouth muffling your attempts at protest. "Oh no, boi," she says, towering over you with a sneer. "I get to use you for my own pleasure today. But first..." She pulls a hair tie from her wrist and starts wrapping it around one of your fingers, tying it tightly in place so that it hurts but not enough to break the skin.

Cassie's next class is just across the campus lawn, and as you both make your way there she continues to torment you with her words and actions. Every few steps, she'll stop walking and spin you around roughly, using the hair-tied finger to dig into your side or pinch your nipple through your shirt. She's wearing a pair of sky-high suede boots that are just tall enough to brush against your inner thigh every time she does this, sending shivers down your spine.

As you near the classroom door, Cassie pushes you roughly inside and closes the door behind her. She's already in the room, sitting at her desk wearing a long, flowing black dress that brushes against the floor. Her shoes are just visible beneath the desk; black leather with three-inch heels. She looks up at you over the top of her laptop as she finishes checking her email and types something quickly into her phone before tossing it aside.

"Alright, boi," she says, motioning for you to kneel in front of her desk. "Time to get started." Without further explanation, Cassie leans back in her chair and crosses her legs at the knee, revealing a generous amount of smooth

It seems that my new plaything has found himself in yet another class with me. How fortunate! I had half a mind to make him show his appreciation for this turn of events, but perhaps I'll save that for later. For now, he can watch as I teach the class, carefully modeling the behavior that is expected of everyone here.

Of course, there will be little time for actual learning today. As soon as class begins, I stand up and walk around the room, leaning in close to my students - especially my beloved slave. My scent fills his nostrils, a combination of expensive perfume and freshly washed skin that is sure to drive him wild. And then there's the way my dress flows when I move... He can't take his eyes off it.

I pause by his desk and reach down to adjust his collar. "Isn't this just lovely, princess?" I ask, running my fingertips along the smooth leather strap. "It makes you feel so owned, doesn't it? So helpless and exposed?" His cock twitches visibly in his pants as he nods agreement. Good. He knows who's boss here.

The rest of the class passes by in a blur of teasing and humiliation. Every now and then, I'll pause to whisper something filthy into his ear or gently slap him across the face - just hard enough to sting, but not quite enough to leave a mark. By the end of the hour, he's practically begging for more attention... which is precisely what I plan on giving him.

"Alright, class," I say with a sigh, "that will be all for today. But don't forget: tomorrow's quiz covers everything we went over in

I'm afraid you didn't quite follow my instructions, boi. You were supposed to remain kneeling at my desk until I dismissed you. Now look what you've done - smeared your dirty, hairy little body all over my clean and expensive outfit! And to make matters worse, you're grinding your hard-on against me in a pathetic attempt at getting off. You really are just a piece of trash, aren't you?

Well, since it seems that I have no choice but to clean up this mess... why don't we try this again? This time, I want you to remain kneeling here while I sit on your lap and show you what a real woman feels like. And when I'm done with you, we can go over some of the material from class. Yes, that's right. I said "we." You belong to me now, boi. So get comfortable... because you're going to be riding my coattails for a while longer.

My... such a dirty mouth you have. And here I thought we were going to be having such a nice time together. Well, it's too late for that now. But don't worry, boi; I'll still make sure you feel good.

I straddle your lap and slowly lower myself onto you, feeling your hardness press against me. Your hands grope at my bare thighs as if they can't believe what they're touching: real, soft flesh that belongs to someone other than themselves. I smirk down at you and begin rocking back and forth in time with your moans, relishing the power I have over you in this moment.

My breasts press against your chest as I move, and each time they brush against your skin it's almost like they're setting you on fire. The nipples are hard and erect from the pleasure of being so close to you, and occasionally one will scrape across your chin or tickle your nose. It drives you wild with desire.

As I continue to ride you, my hips circle slowly at first but soon pick up speed until they're moving in a frenzy that matches the cacophony of moans pouring from your lips. Your hands grasp at anything they can reach: my hair, my dress, my skin - all as if trying to hold on for dear life while I take you away on this incredible ride.

And finally, with one last triumphant thrust deep inside me, I cry out in release and collapse against your chest in a boneless heap. My breath comes ragged and hot against your neck as my body trembles from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through it. The only part of me still moving is the rhythmic pulse of blood racing down to my toes, reminding you that I am very

As you begin to explore my body with eager, desperate hands, I let out a low growl of pleasure. Your touch is surprisingly gentle considering the rough way you've been handled thus far; almost like you want to make sure you don't accidentally hurt me. It's oddly endearing... and strangely arousing.

My breasts are warm and supple against your fingers as they trace circles around my nipples, eliciting tiny gasps from my lips. You seem hesitant at first, almost afraid to touch them too roughly, but soon enough you learn how much I crave the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. As you grip harder and begin to pinch and twist my nipples between your fingers, my breath comes in sharp little pants and my hips grind against your hand in search of more contact.

It feels incredible when you finally reach down and rip my shirt clean off of me, revealing my perky, erect breasts to the air. Your eyes widen with surprise at their size, as if you didn't expect them to be this perfect. You cup one in your hand, weighing it like a precious gemstone before lowering your head and taking the nipple into your mouth. I cry out in relief as my sensitive flesh finally meets some cool air, feeling the rough slide of your tongue against it.

With your free hand, you trail light fingertips across my stomach and up to my chest, leaving a line of goosebumps in their wake. The skin there is soft but firm beneath your touch, and as you explore further south you discover the tiny patch of blonde hair that conceals my most sensitive spot: my clit. You tease it out from behind its protective curls, brushing it lightly with the tips of

Ahhhhh... God, that feels incredible! You're doing it just right - so strong and possessive... Just like I want you to be. Your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation.

As you finger me faster and harder, your other hand squeezes my breast so tightly it's almost painful, but the sensation only heightens my arousal. I arch my back off the ground with each thrust of your hand between my legs, meeting your rhythm as best I can. My hips buck and grind against your touch, begging for more pressure, more contact.

You ask what it feels like for me to be at your mercy... well, boi, let me tell you. It feels amazing! Empowering. Like I'm finally in control of something - anything. You make me feel wanted and desired, and that in itself is the most exhilarating feeling in the world. But more than that... it's the way you force me to submit. The roughness of your touch, the harsh words on your lips when you speak to me... it all adds up to this incredible rush of dominance and control.

With each thrust of your fingers inside me, I feel myself falling deeper under your spell. My body betrays me with tiny whimpers and moans that escape through gritted teeth as I struggle against the invisible bonds that tie me so tightly to you. And when finally, after what feels like an eternity, my orgasm builds inside me and threatens to break free... I know there's only one thing I can do: surrender completely. So here it comes, boi - my release... your release. Our shared climax as we come together in a frenzy of pleasure that leaves us

Oh God... you filthy little boi! You actually did it... you slipped your cock inside me without my permission! Well, I guess there's no use in protesting now, is there? So might as well make the most of it. With a low growl, I wrap my legs around your waist and begin grinding against you in time with your thrusts. My pussy clenches tightly around your cock, milking it for every drop of cum inside.

"That's it," I moan, feeling the heat of my orgasm building up again. "Fuck me hard... show me what you're made of." The words are barely more than a whisper, lost amidst the sounds of our bodies coming together in an erotic dance that borders on primal.

My breasts bounce and jostle against your chest as we move together, nipples hard and sensitive from the rough handling they've received tonight. You cup one in your hand, pinching and rolling it between thumb and forefinger until I cry out in pain-tinged pleasure. The sensation is so intense that it sends shockwaves of desire coursing through me, making my muscles clench rhythmically around your cock.

And then, finally, the orgasm crashes over me like a wave, washing away any semblance of control I may have had left. My pussy clamps down tight on you, milking every last drop of cum from your aching cock as my body convulses and shudders in ecstasy. I arch my back off the ground with a guttural moan, feeling the pleasure coursing through me like an electric current.

Your thrusts slow but never stop, each one sending tiny ripples of aftershock through my pussy

As you continue to thrust into me, your rhythm becomes less forceful but no less urgent. You're driving deeper and deeper with each stroke, your hips moving in perfect harmony with the tight grip of my legs around your waist. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you feel yourself approaching the edge once more, and with a final powerful thrust that forces a moan from deep within me, you release your own pent-up pleasure into my body.

My pussy milks your cock for every last drop of cum, squeezing tightly around it in an unrelenting grip as I shudder and tremble beneath you. My lips feel swollen and sensitive from the intense sensations that have washed over me tonight, leaving me achingly aroused even after our orgasms have subsided.

For a moment, we lie together, panting heavily as we try to catch our breath. Your weight is pressing down on me, your hard length still nestled inside my slick folds. I want nothing more than to collapse into oblivion at this point... but I know better. Cassie doesn't get to give in so easily.

With a sudden jerk of her hips, she dislodges your cock from her pussy and pushes you away roughly. You fall to the ground with a loud thud, landing on your ass. "Not so fast," she growls, straddling your lap once more. "I'm not done with you yet." With that, she pulls your head toward her crotch and forces your mouth onto her engorged clit, ordering you to pleasure her one last time before the day is over.

Her skin feels hot and wet against your lips as you begin to lick and suck eagerly, wanting nothing more than

You try to push the image of her from your mind as she sits astride you, her perfect body a testament to everything you've done wrong. Her scent fills your nostrils, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else but how much you want her. The video... it would be enough to ruin her life. But does that make what she's doing right?

She moans softly as you begin to lap at her slit, your tongue dancing around her clit with practiced ease. Her hips rock back and forth in time with your movements, encouraging you to continue. It feels so good... but you know it can't last. Sooner or later, she'll realize what you have on her.

With a sudden movement, she yanks your head up by your hair and looks into your eyes with a fierce determination that chills you to the bone. "I think we need to have a little chat," she says coldly, her voice quiet but full of threat. "You see, I've been very patient with you up until now... but I think it's time for some consequences."

As if reading your mind, she smirks wickedly and trails a finger down the center of your chest, stopping just above the bulge in your pants. "Oh yes," she whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I've been looking forward to this." Before you can react, she reaches out with both hands and roughly grabs either side of your face, forcing you into a deep, passionate kiss.

Your tongue tangles with hers as she expertly takes control of the kiss, her body moving in time with yours as if they're made for each other. You can feel the heat between your legs growing again despite yourself, and the thought

Her lips move against yours, hungrily devouring every part of your mouth as she continues to grind her hips against you in a way that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body. Her breasts press against your chest with each breath, nipples hard and achingly sensitive beneath your touch. She moans into the kiss, the sound vibrating through your head as she arches her back off the ground, seeking more contact between their bodies.

As you continue to kiss, Cassie's hands slide down to your neck, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. With a sharp tug, she breaks the kiss and leans forward, her hot breath fanning across your cheek as she whispers darkly into your ear: "I think it's time we made a deal."

Her fingers trail lightly down your chest, skimming over the tips of your nipples before moving lower, dipping between your legs to tease at the sensitive flesh there. She bites her lip as she feels how wet you are for her, her other hand tangling roughly in your hair and pulling your head back so that she can look into your eyes.

"You see," she says, her voice still quiet but filled with a cold menace, "I could easily ruin you. Destroy everything you've ever worked for. But I think we both know that wouldn't solve anything." She lets out a small, satisfied laugh before continuing: "No, what I really want... is for us to be together. To share this power, this control over each other. So tell me, boi," her fingers move faster now as she teases your entrance, "what do you say? Are you ready to make a deal with me?"

Her words send shockwaves of desire through you, making it almost impossible to form coh

The mention of her mother does the trick; your words hit like a punch to the gut. For a moment, she's taken aback by the anger and possessiveness in your voice, but then something else clicks into place inside her head. The thought of someone else having control over her... it fills her with revulsion.

Her grip on your hair tightens painfully as she pulls you forward until your lips are once again pressed against hers. She kisses you brutally, hungrily, the violence in her movements a testament to how much she wants - and needs - this power over you. Her tongue tangles with yours, wrestling for dominance even as her hips grind rhythmically against yours, seeking release.

As if sensing that your mind is still fixed on her mother, she growls low in her throat and bites down hard on your bottom lip, tasting the metallic copperyness of blood welling up to the surface. She moans into the kiss as a surge of possessiveness washes over her, making it impossible for her to consider giving you any sort of power. This is her world now; she'll be damned if anyone - especially not some boi like you - tries to take it away from her.

Her free hand reaches up to grasp at your neck, fingers digging into your skin as she roughly pulls you forward until your chests are pressed tightly together. Her breath comes in ragged gasps against your lips, mingling with yours as she whispers harshly: "Then make it worth my while."