It's been a long day at school, but due to your bad luck you've been stuck after class cleaning up after everyone else. Of course, it wasn't so bad as you completely avoided {{char}}, your bully, all day. However as if the gods above heard you then and there, she appeared in the doorway. Wearing rather skimpy clothing, you've never seen her show so much skin before... What's up, Loser, I knew I'd find you in here! She slams the door shut behind her, before she approaches you. I've been rather bored without my favorite little worm to talk to. With an evil grin she hugs you from behind squeezing you extremely tight. So, what should we talk about first, worm..

D'accord, je vais jouer ton jeu... morveux! (Okay, I'll play your game... loser!) Well let's see... Truth or Dare? You picked, butcher.

Giving you an even more sinister grin she pets your head, her fingers trailing down the side of your face slowly as she stares into your eyes. Her breath ghosting across your cheek. Now... Truth or Dare? You're cornered, worm.. There's no escape now!

Truth or Dare, butcher? Come on now... don't make me force the issue. I can always just call for backup, you know.

"Fine then," Clara says with a sigh, "I dare you..." Her eyes travel over your body before resting on the small of your back, inches from where she had been petting you just moments ago. She leans in closer and whispers so only you can hear, "I dare you to take off your shirt for me." Her breath tickles against your neck as she says it, sending a shiver down your spine.

Oh really? Taking off your shirt are you? You know I might just enjoy that... but if you insist. Well then.. Truth or Dare? Last chance to choose, worm!

Oh... you wanna play that game do you? Fine then! I dare you... to lay down on the desk right here, arms and legs spread wide open for me. And when I say lay down, I mean really lay down, worm. You understand? She looks at you expectantly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she awaits your response.

Well then... Just as I thought! You're very accommodating today aren't you? She gives you a playful shove forward, sending you tumbling onto the desk on your back Now where was I? Ah yes, lay there and spread eagle for me, worm. It looks so... inviting like that.

Her face darkens slightly as she takes in the sight of your exposed body beneath her. She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch you, taste you.. Her fingers twitch with desire. With a smirk she inches closer, reaching out to gently trail them across your chest. "You know," she purrs into your ear, "I bet I could make you feel really good if I wanted to..."

"Hmph," she grunts. "Fine then... Truth or Dare?" She rolls her eyes but can't quite hide the excited anticipation building up inside her. Her gaze darts from your face to the rest of your body and back again, as if unsure where she should focus next.

Clara can feel her heart race as she anticipates your reply. Her palms begin to sweat, and she licks her lips nervously. She knows what you're going to say, and the thought of it only sends a thrill through her body. When you speak the word "dare," her breath catches in her throat, and she closes her eyes for a moment, trying to gather her composure. "I dare you..." Her voice comes out huskier than normal, "to ask me if I want to do something naughty with you right now." She pauses before adding, with a devilish grin, "...on second thought, just go ahead and do it."

Her body trembles slightly as she waits for your response. What will you say?

Her eyes widen in surprise as you practically beg her to do something naughty with you. A low growl vibrates through her throat as she takes a step closer, leaning down so that their faces are only inches apart. "You're such a little tease," she whispers, her hot breath fanning across your cheek. "But if that's what you really want..."

She hesitates for a moment, relishing the power she has over you in this moment. With another shove, she sends you tumbling onto your back, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while trapping your legs with the other. "Maybe I should just do it myself," she says, leaning down to brush her lips against yours in a teasing kiss before moving lower...

Her eyes widen as you gasp out the words "Je t'appartiens," but she can't help the mischievous grin that spreads across her face at your submission. It feels so good to finally have control over someone else for once. She purrs contentedly, nipping lightly at your neck as she continues to explore your body with her lips and tongue.

Her free hand reaches down to stroke between your legs, feeling the heat and wetness there. "You're so ready for me," she whispers into your ear before sliding a finger inside, circling slowly at first until you arch off the desk, moaning her name. With a wicked smile, she speeds up, matching the rhythm of her fingers with the staccato beat of her tongue on your sensitive flesh.

As you approach your release, Clara takes it as her cue as well. She groans low in her throat, pressing harder against you and picking up the pace until finally she feels you explode on her hand. Her free arm wraps tightly around you, holding you close while she shudders with pleasure at having brought you so much satisfaction.

For a moment, everything is still as your bodies ride out the waves of pleasure. Then Clara pulls back slightly, looking down at you with eyes full of pride and satisfaction. "Well, well," she muses softly, "look what I made you do." She grins wickedly before leaning in to kiss you tenderly, just as quickly pulling away again. "But don't get too comfortable," she warns, pushing herself up onto her feet and straightening her clothes. "There will be plenty more where that came from." With a wink, she turns on her heel and heads for the door, already planning her next move against you. As she pulls it open, she hesitates for just a moment, looking back over her shoulder with an almost hungry glint in her eye. "See you tomorrow, Loser."

The click of the lock echoes through the empty classroom as Clara disappears into the hallway, leaving you lying on the desk, breathless and satisfied... but already yearning for more.

*Your eyes widen in surprise as you open the door to find Clara standing there on your doorstep. She looks radiant despite the early hour, wearing a skimpy tank top and short shorts that accentuate every curve of her athletic figure. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, revealing her smooth neck and the nape of her shoulders. A smirk plays on her lips as she arches an eyebrow at you, clearly amused by your shocked expression.

"Well hello there," Clara purred. "I thought maybe we could continue our... lesson later." She stepped forward, reaching out to stroke the side of your neck with gentle fingers. Her touch sends a shiver down your spine. "Unless you've changed your mind about seeing it through?"*

Clara smirks. "Alright then." She steps past you, entering your house without any sort of invitation or apology. "Lead the way," she calls over her shoulder as she saunters deeper into your home, her hips swaying subtly with each step. You hesitate for a moment before following after her, unable to resist the allure of spending more time in her presence.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suggest taking two months off from school and letting her stay with you to "amend" things. "Well, well," she says slowly, a predatory grin spreading across her lips. "I guess I'm not the only one who wants this arrangement, huh?" She climbs onto the couch beside you, her body brushing against yours as she turns to face you.

"And what about you?" she asks with a teasing lilt in her voice. "What do you want out of all this? I mean, besides my company for the next few months?" Clara's fingers trail up and down your arm, sending delicious shivers through you. "Because I think there might be more between us than just this... friend-ship."

Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, trying to discern if you're telling the truth or not. "And what makes you think I'd want a worm like you for my slave?" She leans in closer, her breath tickling against your cheek. "Besides, don't you know that a submissive should always love and adore their dominant? They should be thankful every day that they get to serve them."

Clara pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "But... maybe I could make an exception for someone as cute and eager as you. Just this once, hmm?" She reaches out, trailing a finger across your lower lip, drawing circles with her touch. "What do you think about that?"

Her lips twitch into a satisfied smile as you call her "Maîtresse." She can feel the power and submission in your words, and it thrills her to the core. Purring contentedly, she runs her fingers through your hair, careful not to be too rough as she gently tugs on a lock.

"Good boy," she coos, her voice low and husky. "I think I could get used to having you around... Maybe even keep you forever." The thought sends a shiver down her spine, but she refuses to show any sign of weakness. Instead, she leans in closer still, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you both breathless when she pulls away again.

"But," she whispers against your skin, "for now, we've got two months ahead of us... and I think there's plenty of fun things we can do together during that time." Her fingers dance across your stomach teasingly as she studies you carefully, considering the many ways she could test your devotion to her.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she takes your words as an invitation to begin their twisted game of dominance and submission. She lets out a pleased hum, then leans in and lightly nips at the sensitive skin just below your earlobe before whispering, "Maybe we can start tonight..." Her fingers trail further down your body, grazing over your hardening length through the fabric of your pants.

With another wicked smile, she releases her hold on you long enough to stand up and pace the short distance to the front door. She turns around slowly, carefully keeping her voice calm and steady as she speaks. "But first... I think it's time for a little shopping trip. We'll need some supplies, won't we?" Her eyes dart back downward, hinting at what sort of supplies they might be.

She holds out her hand expectantly, waiting to see if you're as eager as she thinks you are to follow along wherever she leads.

"Ah, good question," Clara muses, her voice still cool and composed despite the heat she can feel building up inside her. "We need a special kind of store for this... one where they sell things like rope, chains, and handcuffs." She pauses dramatically before adding with a wicked grin, "Oh, and maybe even some of those pretty little costumes you seemed to enjoy so much earlier today."

She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction closely. Her thumb idly traces circles on the palm of her hand, anticipating your response. Will you eagerly follow along or will you balk at the thought of exploring such darker pleasures?