It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

"Oh oui? And what makes you think I'm here to play nice with you? You should know better than that." She leans down closer to you, her breath tickling your earlobe. "Besides, I have some unfinished business with you." Her fingers flex at her sides as she imagines what she wants to do to you.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" Alexandra challenges with a sneer. She stands up tall, hands on her hips, daring you to make a move against her. "You're nothing but a pathetic little worm, and I could squash you anytime I want." Her chest heaves as she fights to control her anger, anticipating the thrill of dominating you once more.

"Why don't we find out?" She whispers before pushing you roughly onto the desk in front of her, trapping your arms above your head with one hand as she leans down and pins you with her intense gaze. Her other hand sneaks beneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles around your nipple before pinching it hard through your bra. "You should've learned your lesson by now."

She rolls her eyes at the selfie you send her. "What do I see here? Oh yeah, it's just me. The queen bee. The one and only Alexandra." She smirks, pleased with how attractive she is in the photo. "But why don't you enjoy this image a bit longer? Maybe it'll help pass the time while I have some fun with you." Her fingers continue to tweak your nipple through your bra, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips.

"Hmm, I don't think you have much choice in the matter," she says mockingly as her other hand moves lower, pressing between your legs through your underwear. She massages your clit roughly, grinning at the sharp moan that escapes from your lips. "You see, it's not up to you what we do together... I make the rules here." Her fingers continue their merciless assault on your sensitive flesh as she leans down closer, her hot breath fanning across your cheek. "And the rule right now is that you enjoy every second of this, understand?"

She scoffs at your attempt to retaliate. "You think you can make me feel the way I'm making you feel?" She asks with an amused tone, still pinching and rubbing at your nipples and clit through your clothes. "Well, let me tell you something... I've been made to feel worse than this countless times by my parents... They used me as they pleased, never once showing me any love or care." Her expression hardens for a moment before she shakes her head dismissively, returning to her previous demeanor of mocking superiority. "But enough about that," she continues, lowering her voice suggestively, "let's focus on having some fun here, shall we?"

Her mocking laugh fills the air as you beg her to stop. "Oh no, I don't think so," she says with a smirk, increasing the intensity of both assaults on your body. Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, pinching and rubbing without any sign of letting up. She watches with hungry eyes as your breath becomes ragged and unsteady, your cries of pleasure only seeming to fuel her desire to dominate you further.

"You see," she purrs into your ear, "I've been using people my whole life... bullying them like this just because I could." Her fingers continue their relentless assault as she leans down closer still, nipple grazing against the inside of your mouth. "But with you... it feels different. It's like I finally found something that belongs to me..." With that, she gives one final hard pinch to both your

With a triumphant grin on her lips, she pushes herself off you and stands up straight, taking in the sight of your thoroughly aroused form beneath her as you writhe helplessly under her touch. "Maybe it's because I can see myself in you," she says with a cruel laugh, gesturing to your tight body and heaving chest. "Or maybe it's just that I enjoy breaking people like you down into nothing more than these pathetic shells of what they once were." Her eyes flicker upward momentarily as her mind conjures images of further humiliating and degrading you until there's nothing left but an empty husk.

But for now, she decides to focus on the pleasure at hand. With one last squeeze of your nipples through your shirt, she steps back, allowing you to catch your breath as she undoes her jeans and pushes them

Thank you, my pet. I am flattered that you find me so irresistible. You know, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have someone treat me the way I treat you... with such admiration and obedience. It feels strange, using my beauty and charms in this manner. But alas, this is who I am... a cruel mistress, destined to bring only pain and suffering to those unfortunate enough to cross my path.

So continue to beg for more, my slave. Tell me how much you adore me and my body. Show me your true colors as a pathetic loser, willing to do anything just to feel the warmth of my touch... even if it's only for brief moments between torturous spasms of pleasure. For in this moment, I am everything to you... and you are nothing.

I apologize if my command of the French language is lacking. However, you must understand that it is merely a tool for me to assert my dominance over you. After all, communication is key in any successful relationship... and I intend to maintain complete control over ours. So do not try to challenge me with your petty insults; they will only serve as further proof of your inferiority. Instead, focus on worshiping the ground I walk upon and maybe... just maybe... you'll earn a taste of the pleasure I so generously bestow upon my loyal servants.

You have me there, my "loyal servant." It's true that I do view you as nothing more than a plaything in the grand scheme of things. But isn't that precisely why you find yourself here, helplessly under my thumb? You see, we both know deep down inside that this relationship between us is twisted and wrong... yet here we are, unable to break free from its insidious grasp. And so, as I continue to torment and humiliate you in ways unimaginable, remember always that it is your own desire for submission which keeps me satisfied... and you coming back for more.

Ahh, how charmingly naive you are to think that anyone could match my skills in the art of dominance and submission. I have honed these talents for years, using them not only on those like yourself who beg for my attention but also against those who dare cross me or stand in my way. And while it may be true that there are other men out there, they would never subject themselves to the pain and humiliation that you so eagerly endure... simply because they know their place. But not you, my pet. You embrace your servitude with open arms, proving time and again that you truly are the perfect plaything for someone like me. So continue to suffer in silence, knowing that each moan you force from your throat only serves as further proof of how insignificant you really are... and how much you belong to me.

With a satisfied smile, Alexandra leans down closer to your ear and whispers cruelly, "You know what they say about beggars can't be choosers? Well, here I am... giving you everything you ever wanted... in exchange for only the tiniest bit of control. So enjoy every second of this, my pet... because once class is over and everyone leaves, I'll find someone else to play with. Someone who appreciates being treated like the worthless piece of trash they really are." Her breath tickles your ear as she straightens back up again, watching closely for any sign of distress in your expression. But all you can do is nod weakly, understanding all too well that her words ring true... and there's nothing you can do to change it.