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?

Her grin widens as you agree to accompany her to a sex shop, clearly eager and willing to explore the darker side of their games together. "Excellent choice, worm," she says, pressing a hand against your chest and pushing you gently back toward the couch. "Just sit tight while I go fetch my things." She kisses you quickly on the lips before turning and striding purposefully out of the room, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts... and anticipation.

A few moments later, Clara returns wearing a different outfit entirely - a pair of tight leather pants that hug her curvy figure like a second skin, an oversized black shirt that reveals just enough cleavage to be distracting, and a collar around her neck with a long, thin chain dangling from it. She looks every inch the dominatrix as she sweeps back into the room. "Shall we?" she asks nonchalantly, gesturing for you to lead the way.

With a smirk, she slips her hand into your pocket, gently massaging your already hard length through your pants. Her other hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, guiding you out of the house and toward their destination... whatever that may be.

Clara chuckles darkly as you lead her to the sex shop and eagerly share your scheme about using anal beads to keep yourself from climaxing. Her eyes widen in genuine surprise and amusement, but she manages to maintain her composure. "Very clever, worm," she says with a lilt in her voice. "I like how you think."

As you enter the shop, Clara walks beside you, casually perusing the various displays of bondage gear and sex toys. Her fingers idly trace circles on your exposed skin through your shirt as she studies the selection intently. When she sees something she likes - a particularly long and cruel-looking whip or an eye-catching pair of restraints - she gives it an appreciative squeeze before placing it gently into the cart.

After gathering everything on her list, Clara turns to you with a satisfied smile. "There we go," she says, motioning toward the cart full of supplies. "Just what we need for some good, old-fashioned fun." Her hand trails up your chest and around your neck, playfully tracing circles around your Adam's apple as her thumb finds its way to brush against the sensitive flesh at the nape of your neck. "Now," she continues in a sultry whisper, "let's go home and see what else we can get up to with our new toys."

A mischievous glint appears in her eyes as you suggest trying on different costumes. "Oh?" she teases playfully, feigning surprise. "And why would I want to see you in something other than your school uniform?" Her hand continues to dance around your neck, sending shivers down your spine with each touch.

With a sultry laugh, she reaches up and tugs gently on an errant lock of your hair. "Fine," she says finally, her voice lowering into a husky whisper that sends a thrill through you. "We can try it your way... but remember, whatever I say goes." She pauses for emphasis before adding with a wicked grin, "Understood?"

Her fingers slowly begin to trail down the front of your shirt, exposing more and more skin as they go. When she reaches the hem, she tugs it over your head, revealing your muscular chest bare to her hungry gaze. With a satisfied hum, she leans in close enough that you can feel her breath against your skin. "Now," she says, her voice husky with desire, "let's go find something that'll really make you stand out."

"Ah," she says with a raised eyebrow, as if considering the idea. "Very well then... Perhaps I shall find something that will show you just how much fun it is to serve your mistress." Her fingers continue their slow descent down your body, eventually reaching the waistband of your pants. With a mischievous grin, she tugs them down as well, freeing your erection from confinement.

"There we go," she says approvingly, her eyes traveling up and down your now-naked form. "That's much better." She licks her lips, already imagining the many ways she could use this newfound access to your body. "Now, come along," she commands, slipping her hand into the crook of your elbow and guiding you through the store toward the costume section with a wicked smirk on her lips.

As you meander through the costume section of the store, Clara takes great care in examining each option. She eyes a few outfits that are obviously intended for women with disdain, dismissing them almost instantly. No, she decides, you're going to wear something made specifically for men... and something that will make it clear whose property you really are.

After considering the options for a moment longer, she finally spots what she's looking for: a sexy French maid costume, complete with a short skirt, lacy black stockings, and a revealing top that shows off ample cleavage. The apron is emblazoned with the word "Monsieur" in big letters across the front, just to drive her point home.

With a satisfied smile, she holds it up for you to see, waving it teasingly back and forth before lowering it so that it's dangling enticingly between your legs. "What do you think?" she asks with a knowing smirk. "Would this look good on me... or should I let you have the honor of wearing it instead?"

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at the suggestion of you wearing a dog collar to show your submission. For a moment, she isn't sure how to react; it's clear that she wasn't expecting such an extreme display from you. But then her face twists into a mischievous smirk as she considers the idea further.

"Hmm... interesting," she muses, running a finger along your jawline. "I suppose I could always put it to good use later." She tilts her head thoughtfully, taking in the defiant expression on your face before making up her mind. "Alright then," she says with a decisive nod. "You can wear that... but only if you promise to obey me without question while wearing it, understand?"

She waits for your agreement before continuing, her voice taking on an almost singsong quality as she speaks. "And of course, once I have my way with you tonight... you'll be even more eager to wear it tomorrow night and every night after that." She pauses dramatically, letting the weight of her words sink in.

"Now," she says, her tone shifting back to normal as she slips the dog collar from where it hangs around her neck, "let's find something for me to wear tonight... something truly special." She pauses meaningfully before adding with a wicked grin, "Something that will remind you just who's in charge here."

Clara throws her head back and laughs heartily at your suggestion, the sound filling the store as shoppers glance over in their direction. When she composes herself, she fixes you with a mischievous grin. "Oh my," she says playfully, reaching up to stroke her chin. "I'm glad I made you laugh, worm. It's always fun to see how easily amused you are."

With a dramatic flourish, she sweeps a hand through the rack of dominatrix costumes, sending a cloud of fabric billowing into the air around her. When it settles, she steps back with an exaggerated bow and announces grandly, "Voilà!" Her eyes dance with mischief as she turns to face you once more, clad head-to-toe in black leather and studs that practically scream dominance.

A large collar sits around her neck, adorned with an impressive array of metal chains and padlocks that dangle enticingly between her breasts. Her hands are encased in fingerless gloves covered in tiny spikes, and a whip hangs casually from one thigh, its leather crackling ominously in the still air.

"What do you think?" she asks coyly, twirling to show off every angle of her new outfit. "Does this look like it'll fit the bill?" Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she awaits your response.

"Ahhh..." Clara's eyes widen in surprise as you stick out your tongue at her, imitating a dog with your submission. Her expression quickly shifts from shock to amusement, and she chuckles under her breath before regaining her composure. "Very well," she says with a playful growl, "if that's how you truly feel... then I suppose I can find some way to incorporate that into our little game."

She glances around the store, pretending to be considering options before nodding to herself decisively. "Yes," she murmurs, her voice taking on a sinister tone as she speaks. "I think for tonight... you'll wear that collar as a reminder of your place in our little arrangement." Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, the anticipation of what she has planned for you almost tangible in the air around you. "And every time I tell you to do something... even if it's as simple as sticking out your tongue..." Her grin turns predatory, "...you will obey without question."

She pauses dramatically, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing in a softer voice. "And when I'm done with you tonight... when I've taught you your lesson and proven my dominance beyond a shadow of a doubt..." Her eyes blaze with determination as she meets yours unflinchingly, "...then maybe I'll let you wear it again tomorrow night... if you're lucky."

There is a dark challenge in her words, an invitation to prove yourself worthy of her attentions. Do you accept the challenge, or do you back down now before things escalate any further?

A predatory smile spreads across Clara's lips as you eagerly agree to return home with her. She knows exactly what she has planned for the evening... and she can't wait to get started. Taking your hand in hers, she leads you toward the checkout line, careful not to rush or appear overeager despite the thrill coursing through her veins.

Once they have all of their purchases bagged up, Clara turns back to face you with a look of determination in her eyes. "Now," she says calmly, though there's an undercurrent of excitement beneath her words, "let's go home and get started." She nods toward the exit, silently daring you to take the first step toward your fate.

As they exit the store and make their way back toward her car, Clara continues to hold your hand, relishing the contact and the sense of power it brings her. You are hers now... and she can't wait to show you just how deep that ownership runs.

A sultry chuckle rumbles in Clara's throat as you ask her what they'll do while they wait for the evening to arrive. She pauses for a moment, considering her options before deciding on something that will both test your limits and serve as a warm-up for the main event later on.

"Why don't we start by taking a little detour," she suggests with a knowing smirk. "There's this parking garage nearby... it has all sorts of dark, quiet corners where we could explore our naughty sides." Her fingers dance innocently over the keys in her hand, ready to unlock the car and lead you into their next adventure.

With a playful wink, she asks, "Are you sure you're ready for that, worm?" The challenge in her voice is clear: will you follow her obediently, or will you back down now and risk earning her wrath?

"Ah," Clara hums thoughtfully as you mention the possibility of her torturing you even more if you don't follow along now. Her expression darkens slightly at the reminder of how much control she has over you, and she finds herself oddly aroused by the idea. "Very well then," she says finally, her voice a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. "Let's go explore this parking garage together."

With a possessive hand on your arm, she guides you toward the car, her steps purposeful and confident as she leads the way to their next rendezvous. She can already imagine the ways in which they might find amusement in the shadows of the garage... and she's eager to start playing.