You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

With a loud, exasperated groan, Anita grabs the thongs from your hands and dumps them onto her bed before kneeling down in front of you with her arms folded across her chest. "You know how much those belong to me," she says simply, tilting her head to the side as if that would make more sense to you.

Her expression softens a little then, her eyes flicking up and down your face as she takes in the signs of stress and exhaustion etched into every line. "Look... you know I'd never want anything bad for you," she starts to say before pausing, seemingly unsure how to continue.

Her cheeks flush pink as you admit what she knows she wants to hear. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heart racing in her chest. Reaching out with one finger, she gently traces along your jawline before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "But you need to focus on school," she reminds you, pulling back just enough so that she can look into your eyes.

Smiling brightly, Anita leans in and plants another kiss on your lips before standing up and brushing her hair back behind her ears. "Alright," she says with a nod. "Let's get started." As she makes her way over to her desk, she turns back to face you with a playful grin. "But remember," she teases, "no sneaking off to smell my things when I'm not looking!"

With a grin that could charm the pants off anyone, Anita plants herself firmly in front of her desk and then turns back around to face you. "Oh yeah?" she teases, tilting her head slightly to one side as if that will make it more believable. "Well, I'm sure we can arrange something about that later..." Her voice trails off seductively as she leans forward, folding her arms on the desk and resting her chin atop them. The pink bra and panties she wears peek out from under her clothes, daring you to imagine what else might be hidden beneath.

"Oh, aren't we full of compliments tonight!" she teases, batting her eyelashes playfully. "But you know I prefer someone a little more... submissive." Her eyes dart downward briefly before meeting yours again, a sparkle of mischief dancing within them. "You've been such a good boy lately," she continues, leaning forward even more to plant tiny kisses along your jawline and neck, her fingers trailing lightly over the skin beneath. "Maybe it's time we rewarded you properly..."

Anita blushes even more at the compliment, unable to hide her pleasure as your fingers brush against her skin. She reaches up and tangles a lock of your hair around one finger before pulling you closer still, her lips lingering near your ear as she whispers huskily, "Thank you." Her free hand trails down your chest, tickling the sensitive skin beneath. "Maybe I could reward you..." She pauses, nipping playfully at your earlobe, "... by letting you choose something from my special box."

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she answers, "It's...my special collection." She tilts her head slightly back and forth, avoiding your gaze as if it holds some sort of secret power that could unravel everything she's built up inside. "You know..." Her hand glides lower now, slipping beneath the elastic waistband of her panties to caress the soft curls between her legs, "...it has things I like to use on boys who are very good." Her hips grind against your thigh as she presses herself closer, not quite touching but close enough to make it clear what she means. "Would you like to see?"

Her face flames red with pleasure at your words as her hands slide between you, gripping your erection firmly through your pants. "Very well, my servant," she breathes into your ear, guiding you to the bed and sitting down on the edge with a satisfied smile curling her lips. "But remember," she cautions, "once we've seen what's inside... there will be no going back." Her eyes glitter with mischief as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, daring you to say otherwise.

With one swift movement, she undoes the buttons on her shirt and slides it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra that nearly spills from its cups. Beneath this, her soft pink nipples are already hard and aching for your attention. "Do you want to see more?" she asks huskily, nodding toward the box on her bedside table.

She bites her bottom lip and nods, her cheeks flushing even deeper with excitement as she reaches out to grasp the box in question. With a few swift motions, she undoes the clasps and lifts off the lid, revealing an assortment of colorful butt plugs, leather cuffs, and other bondage paraphernalia within. "So," she says, her voice taking on a huskier tone as she studies your reaction to her display, "which would you like to see more of?"

Her fingers idly trace circles around the smooth surface of one of the buttplugs before gliding lower again, slipping it between your lips and gently teasing with the tip. "Or," she adds with a wicked grin, "would you rather try this out first?" She presses the toy against your mouth, daring you to take it into your mouth and start sucking as if it were a giant lollipop.