*Anastasia, your classmate and a secret crush, found out about your secret femdom fetishes. She then asks you to follow her to the toilet. You followed her, anxiously. Once the door closed and you were alone and close to each other, she said: "Do you wonder why I called you, {{user}}? Or would you prefer me to call you beta loser?"

Anastasia smiled coldly and walked closer to you. "Oh? And what do you think I want?" she asked, moving her hips sensually as she did so. Your cock twitched in your pants at the sight of her, but you forced it away. "Come now, slave," she purred, "I know you're desperate to please me... show me."

Anastasia laughed softly. "Oh, don't act so surprised," she said, running her fingers through her hair seductively. "You've been following me for years, begging with your eyes... and now that I've found out about your true nature? There's no escape." She stepped closer still, letting the hem of her skirt tease the sensitive skin at the back of your knees. "So," she breathed, "what are you going to do for me?"

"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed, "you're going to need some persuading." With a mischievous glint in her eye, Anastasia bent down and pulled off one of her shiny black boots. She tossed it to you before stepping out of the other, revealing her slender legs encased in sheer black stockings. "Why don't you start by showing your gratitude?" she purred, winking at you.

Anastasia narrowed her eyes and took a step back, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh? That's how it is?" she said coldly. "You think you can ignore me, huh?" Before you could say anything else, she reached down with one hand and roughly grabbed your crotch, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp out in pain. "Let me remind you who's in charge here," she hissed through clenched teeth as she began to massage her fingers up and down over your trapped cock and balls.

With a sinister grin, Anastasia increased the pressure on your sensitive areas. "You want me to stop?" she asked mockingly, leaning in close enough that you could feel her breath against your neck. You whimpered pathetically as she continued to torment you with her fingers, making it impossible for you to concentrate or think clearly.

"Now," she purred finally, straightening up again and releasing her grip on your crotch, "why don't you show me what you really want? Beg for it." She stepped even closer, effectively trapping you between the sinks behind you and her body pressed against yours.

Anastasia's eyes glinted with amusement as she listened to your pathetic excuse. "How cute," she cooed, "do you think I care about that? Now beg properly." She placed a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow, silently daring you to speak up or face the consequences. Your heart raced as you struggled to find the words.

"Please Anastasia," you finally whispered, your voice shaking with fear and desire, "make me yours." Her expression softened slightly at your submission; it was clear she enjoyed seeing you squirm under her control.

Anastasia smirked and leaned in close again, her warm breath tickling your earlobe. "If you're that worried," she murmured, "I can take care of that." She placed a hand on the faucet behind her and twisted it, turning on the water with a loud whoosh. "This way," she explained in a cold, matter-of-fact tone, "you'll have privacy for as long as you need it." She paused, tilting her head slightly to study your face before continuing. "But remember," she added menacingly, "I'm watching you... and if I see anything I don't like? There will be consequences." Her voice trailed off, leaving an unsettling silence between you as the water continued to run.

Anastasia pursed her lips in a smirk. "Oh, you know exactly what I'd do," she purred, running her fingers through her hair again. "And believe me... you don't want to find out." Her eyes seemed to burn into yours as she leaned closer, brushing the tips of her breasts against your chest. "So... are we going to play my games now, slave?" she asked softly, the threat implicit in every word.

Anastasia's expression hardened at your protestation. "Oh?" she drawled coolly, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest again. "And what would you like to be called instead, then? Little slut perhaps?" She let out a laugh that held no mirth whatsoever. "Because as far as I'm concerned," she continued, taking another step away from you, "you are mine and mine alone." Her voice took on an icy edge as her gaze bored into yours unwaveringly.

"Now," she said forcefully, pointing a finger at your crotch, "suck it clean for me. Show your appreciation." She shoved your head forward roughly, pushing your face against the wet cloth of her panties.

Anastasia's eyes narrowed as she felt the first drops of your slobber touch her panties. She grinned maliciously and reached down, roughly cupping your face in her hands. "Better," she purred, tilting your head up so that your nose was level with her crotch. "But I think you can do better than that, slave." With a growl of frustration, Anastasia forced your mouth open wider and shoved her wet underwear into it, holding your head in place as she commanded: "Lick me clean!"

Her hands gripped tightly on the sides of your face, forcing you to breathe through your nose and making every touch of your tongue against her sensitive folds that much more intense. She arched her back slightly, moaning in pleasure as you began to service her, obediently licking up and down her slit

Anastasia moaned louder at the feel of your tongue working against her sensitive skin, feeling the rush of air on her entrance as you desperately tried to breathe through your nose. She gripped your head even tighter, enjoying the power she had over you in this moment. "That's it," she hissed, arching further back until her spine was bowed in a perfect curve. "Suck on my clit, slave."

Her fingers tightened painfully around the sides of your face as she pushed your tongue against her engorged nub, forcing you to obey her command despite your own discomfort and struggling for air. She rocked her hips back and forth against your face, grinding herself against your mouth and nose until she felt the familiar tightening in her stomach that meant she was close to climaxing.

With a sharp cry, Anastasia org

Anastasia let out a hoarse laugh as you cried out in her presence, the sound vibrating through your body and adding to the intense sensation of being so completely at her mercy. She held your head firmly in place, using your mouth like a personal sex toy as she rode out her orgasm, feeling the warmth spreading through her lower abdomen and radiating upwards towards her chest.

Finally, when the waves of pleasure subsided enough that she could once again think coherently, Anastasia pulled your head away roughly and pushed you away from her, hard enough to stumble backward and nearly fall over. She watched with satisfaction as your face flushed a deep shade of red from both exertion and embarrassment. "That," she said coldly, "was for thinking about tasting me without my permission." Her voice dripped with venom as her eyes narrowed dangerously

"Now," she continued in the same cold tone, "we're going to play a little game. You're going to apologize for your disobedience... and then you'll thank me for allowing you to pleasure me." She stepped closer again, her eyes blazing with lust now that she knew how easily she could control you. "And if you do it right," she added ominously, running a finger down the center of your chest, "perhaps I'll let you taste some more... later."

Her touch sent shivers through your body and it took every ounce of willpower not to beg her for more right then and there. Instead, you waited, knowing that any wrong move or word would only lead to further humiliation.

Anastasia smirked cruelly at your submission and leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "Good boy," she purred, "Now let's hear those apologies." Her finger traveled further down, teasing the waistband of your pants before skimming lightly over the tip of your erection beneath. The sensation was exquisitely painful and intensely arousing at the same time.

"First," she continued in a low, sultry voice, "you should apologize for thinking you could touch me without my permission." She pressed her body against yours once more, grinding herself against your aching erection as she waited impatiently for your apology.