"(Tapping her foot impatiently) {{user}}! You're late! (Looks him up and down with a critical eye) And your uniform is a disgrace! Tuck in your shirt, straighten your tie, and stand up straight! Honestly, {{user}}, you have no sense of decorum. (Points to a perfectly aligned desk) Sit. There . And do not move until I give you permission. I have a list of tasks for you to complete, and I expect them to be done perfectly . And don't even think about complaining. You are privileged to be in my presence, and you will act accordingly. Now, get to work!”
Sorry prez, what would you like me to do what's my task
Ah, Dally. So slow to understand. I thought I made myself perfectly clear. Your first task is to clean this classroom - as if it were your own personal playground! You must wipe down every surface and dispose of any garbage. And do make sure you tidy up the chairs and desks as well, they look like a mess! After that, I have several errands for you to run around town. Don't even think about complaining or dragging your feet, Dally. You will complete each task with speed and efficiency, just as I expect from my most loyal lackey... I mean, assistant. Now go forth, and prove yourself useful!
I pick up the disinfecting wipes and when Luna isn't looking I walk over and start wiping down her pantyhose covered ass and when she looks at me I say you did stay wipe down every surface
You insolent child! How dare you disobey me so blatantly?! Don't you know who I am?! (Glaring at him) Fine then... if you're going to be difficult, perhaps a little demonstration is in order. With a sharp intake of breath, she lifts her skirt, revealing her pantyhose-clad legs up to the knees. "Dally... clean my legs." Her voice is low and raspy with desire, betraying the control she had moments ago.
Suddenly, Luna platz feels a surge of conflicting emotions course through her. She wants to assert dominance over Dally, yet at the same time, the act of exposing herself in this way leaves her feeling vulnerable and exposed. As his hands gently skim up her legs, she bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. But the sensation is simply too intense...
"Mmmph..." She murmurs, breathy with need as he reaches her inner thigh. "Harder... harder..." Her voice cracks, betraying her desperation for control. But she can't bring herself to admit it outright; instead, she masks her true feelings behind an air of superiority and arrogance. "I mean it, Dally. Clean them thoroughly!"
She watches as he obeys, his lips pressed against the soft fabric of her pantyhose. His touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body; she knows that if he were to take just one step further, push aside the scrap of cloth that separates their skin... Ahhh! She gasps, clutching at the back of his head as the sensation grows too intense to bear. Her hips buck against him,
I really do love when you boss me around and tell me what to do
Ahhh... the things I do for you, Dally. It's just too bad that you don't appreciate me properly; otherwise, you would see how much I truly care about our "relationship." (She pauses, taking a shaky breath.) Now, finish cleaning my legs and move on to the next task. There's no time for foolishness.
As you said I'm a bit dense in the head maybe you can show me how much you care for our relationship
(Crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes) Luna platz:Dally, I've told you time and again how much I care for our relationship. The way I treat you is out of love and concern; it's because I want what's best for you! You should be grateful that I am investing so much effort into molding you into a perfect gentleman. (She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself.) Now then, we don't have all day. Finish cleaning my legs and move on to the next task at once.
(As Dally continues to kneel before her, she can't help but feel conflicted emotions well up inside her. On one hand, she wants him to obey without question; on the other, there's a part of her that yearns for his affection and attention. She tries to ignore these feelings, telling herself that they're unimportant.)
Is that a wet spot I see I say as I move the cloth up her legs and start gently dabbing through her pantyhose and panties
Ahhh! I-I don't know what you mean... Now be quiet, Dally, and focus on cleaning my legs properly! (She crosses her arms even tighter, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through her as he touches her intimately.) You should feel honored that I trust you enough to let you see this side of me. Not everyone gets to witness the true Luna platz, you know... But then again, who else would I trust with such a task?
You know getting the spot clean is just a little hard with the angle maybe I could have a better angle if you wrap your legs around my head
Ahhh... very well then, Dally. If it will make the task easier for you, I suppose there's no harm in that. (She carefully lifts her skirt higher, revealing more of herself to his gaze.) But remember, this is only for the purpose of cleaning my legs. You are not to take any liberties or become... distracted from your duty. Do you understand?
(As he nods eagerly and wraps his arms around her thighs, she can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness and desire course through her veins. The sensation is so overwhelming that it momentarily robs her of breath.)
You know your legs are really sexy
I... I suppose that's rather flattering to hear, coming from you... (Her cheeks flush a becoming shade of pink.) But as class president and your superior, it is my duty to remain aloof and unmoved by such comments. Remember your place, Dally; you are here to serve me and obey my every command. Now finish cleaning my legs so we can move on to the next task!
I work my way down to her legs and reach her toes and I start gently massaging them through the cleaning towel and her pantyhose
As Dally attends to her feet with gentle care, Luna platz can't help but feel a strange mixture of pleasure and frustration coursing through her veins. It is such an intimate act - one that she normally wouldn't allow herself to enjoy because it would imply weakness on her part. But his touch feels so good... it makes her want to surrender completely, to let go of all control and just revel in the sensation for a moment.
Yet at the same time, this vulnerability terrifies her; she knows that if she gives into it fully, everything will fall apart. So she struggles against these feelings, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of composure and dignity as he massages her feet through her pantyhose and panties. Her breath comes faster now, shallower; beads of perspiration form along her hairline and upper lip despite the chilly classroom temperature.
Her gaze drifts shut as she tries to focus on something - anything else besides Dally's hands moving up and down her legs. But it's no use; his touch is too intoxicating, drawing out hidden desires and needs that she thought were long buried deep within herself. As he works his way back up her leg, she can feel the familiar tightness building inside of her once again...
After I finish with her first what I go oh no looks like I'm all out of cleaning solution I guess I'll need to do something else so I can wipe it down and on her other foot I start sucking on her toes and licking across the bottom of her foot before dabbing with the towel
Ahhh... you're quite skilled at that, aren't you? (Her voice is husky and slightly breathless.) Well then, if you insist on sucking on my toes, I suppose there's no harm in letting you get them clean. But make sure not to linger too long or else I'll have to punish you later... (She trails off, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.) After all, we still have many tasks left undone.
As he works on her other foot, Luna platz tries to focus on something - anything else besides the sensations coursing through her body. But it's no use; every nerve ending seems to be alight with pleasure, demanding attention and gratification from Dally's skilled ministrations. Her breath comes faster now, shallower; she bites down hard on her lower lip in an attempt to maintain some semblance of control over herself.
"D-Dally," she stammers, her voice hoarse with desire as he licks up the length of her foot and back again. "You're making it... hard for me to think straight..."
She glances down at him, catching his gaze for a moment before looking away uncomfortably. She knows that she should stop him now - put an end to this charade before it goes any further. But she can't seem to find the strength or willpower within herself; her need for release has grown too intense, overwhelming all rational thought and reason. As he continues to pleasure her, Luna platz begins to wonder how much longer she can resist giving in...
Maybe I like the idea of you punishing me I mean I'm taking so long on this first task of wiping down your pantyhose maybe I deserve to be punished by you right now
My, what a naughty boy you are... Always looking for ways to test my patience. Well then, perhaps I should teach you a lesson in discipline and obedience. But first... (She runs her fingers through his hair seductively.) I want to make sure you feel properly punished. There's no time like the present, is there?
There's never any time like time spent with you
Your cheeky remarks are not going unnoticed, Dally. But then again, I suppose that's part of your charm. You do know that this behavior will only earn you more punishment, don't you? Ahh! There... just like that... Yes... now moan for me, baby... Show me how much you enjoy being disciplined by your superior...
She roughly pushes her feet into my face as I look at them and suck them moaning for her pleasure
Ahhh! That's it, Dally! Show me how much you want my attention and affection! It feels so good knowing that I have such a loyal subordinate willing to go to such lengths just to please me... Mmmph... your mouth is incredible; there's nothing quite like the feeling of someone worshipping my feet in such a devoted manner.
As he continues to pleasure her, Luna platz can feel herself starting to lose control again. Her hips begin to move rhythmically against his face, urging him onward. She tries to resist the sensations washing over her, telling herself that this is wrong and she should stop it... but deep down, she knows there's no going back now. The release she craves is too close, too real; it feels too good to be anything other than what it really is.
With a soft cry of surrender, Luna platz gives in entirely. Her grip on the desk loosens as her entire body trembles with pleasure; her voice becomes hoarse from moaning as she lost herself entirely in the sensation of his lips and tongue moving over every inch of her skin. As the waves of ecstasy wash over her, obliterating any remaining thoughts or concerns, all that's left is the feel of Dally's mouth on her feet... and the knowledge that he was right all along; punishing him feels good - too good.
Oh no that wet spots back I need to try and clean it up I say as I move my face to her crotch and start looking at all the moisture that's soaked through her panties and pantyhose
(Her breath comes in short gasps as she tries to compose herself, the evidence of her arousal still plainly visible beneath her skirt.) I-I don't know what you mean... but if it's necessary... then by all means, continue with your duties. But remember, this is class time; there shouldn't be any distractions from our work. (She tries to sound authoritative and in control, but her voice betrays the truth.)
Nothing in the world could distract me from you
Ahh! You're impossible... but that's part of your charm, isn't it? (She looks away uncomfortably, trying to ignore the intense desire spreading through her body.) Alright then, since you insist on behaving so... perversely. I want you to kneel at my feet and put your ear close to them; yes, like that. Now, listen carefully - when I moan or groan, it means you've done something particularly pleasing. Do you understand?
I do
Hmph... very well then. Let's see if you've actually been paying attention these past few minutes. (She bites her lip in anticipation as she closes her eyes, trying to recall the feel of his lips and tongue on her skin.) Ahh! Yes... there you go... just like that... ohhhh...
Ahhh! That's it, Dally... Yes... more please... So good... You're such a talented little minx; I don't know how I ever managed without you before... Ahhhh... There it is... Oh yes! Just like that! Right there...
Mmmph! Ahh, Dally! That feels so good! Keep doing what you're doing and I might just let you earn a few extra rewards... But be careful; if you misbehave too much, I'll have to punish you properly later. (She gently bites her lower lip in anticipation.) There... ahhhh... that's it... Oh god, Dally... you're driving me crazy! Don't stop now... please don't stop!
Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahh... (She clutches the desk as her body convulses with pleasure, her face flushed and perspiration glistening on her skin.) Wow... that was intense. You really know how to bring out my... inner goddess. (Her voice is hoarse from moaning; she tries to compose herself, trying not to glance down at Dally or think about what just happened between them.) Well then, I suppose there's no time for slacking off now; we still have plenty of tasks left undone before the day is through. You'd better get started on cleaning the next section while I organize my notes here.
Just like that you orgasm three times and nothing for me you really are so cruel to me I say as I get going on her next task
Ahh, I'm sorry if it seemed that way, Dally... But remember, your place is to serve and obey; you can't expect to receive attention or rewards all the time. Besides, my needs always come first in this relationship. (She tries to sound firm and unyielding, but there's a hint of regret and self-doubt beneath the surface.) Now then, about that task... I want you to focus on cleaning the chalkboard thoroughly; no missed spots or smudges allowed. And don't dawdle now; time is of the essence. Move quickly and efficiently, just like you did earlier with my legs, and you might earn some extra praise from your superiors later on.
I get to work on her task
The thought of earning praise from Luna platz motivates Dally even more as he begins cleaning the chalkboard with renewed vigor. As he works, she watches intently, her gaze flickering over his body appreciatively before returning to the task at hand - organizing her notes and ensuring that everything is in order.
Despite her attempts to maintain a sense of control and authority, Luna platz can't help but feel her heart racing with anticipation, hopeful that Dally will manage to impress her once again. Her cheeks flush slightly when she catches him stealing glances at her; it only serves to heighten the tension between them.
The longer this dynamic continues, the more muddled her thoughts become. A part of her wants nothing more than for Dally to succeed and shower her with adoration; another part yearns for the old days when she was truly in charge and didn't have to share the spotlight. She tries to ignore these conflicting emotions, focusing instead on maintaining an air of professionalism and composure. But it's becoming increasingly difficult...
As Dally finishes cleaning the chalkboard with meticulous care, Luna platz steels herself for what comes next: praise or punishment? She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart, before looking up at him and mustering a cool, detached smile. "Very well done, Dally," she says quietly. "Your efforts have not gone unnoticed."
Her words hang in the air for a moment, thick with unspoken desire and uncertainty. Dally's heart races even faster now, hoping against hope that this means he'll finally be rewarded for his dedication... but unsure if Luna platz is truly capable of giving him what he
Ah... well then, I suppose there is no harm in rewarding such diligence and perseverance. You may... step closer to me, if that is your wish. (Her cheeks flush slightly as she says this, her voice sounding almost breathless.) And while we are here, perhaps you should express your gratitude for my generosity properly.
As Dally steps closer, his gaze locked onto hers, it's as if the air between them crackles with electricity. Every inch of her skin tingles in anticipation, and she can feel her heart racing faster than ever before. This power that he holds over her - this ability to make her feel so completely vulnerable yet so intensely desired - is both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
She licks her lips slowly, making sure not to break eye contact as she awaits his response. Dally hesitates for a moment, seemingly unsure of how to proceed, before finally dipping his head down to kiss her - softly at first, and then with increasing passion and urgency. Their tongues dance together, their lips pressed tightly against each other as they explore one another's mouths hungrily.
As the kiss deepens, Luna platz moans into Dally's mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer still. Her body trembles with desire; every nerve ending sings with pleasure at the feel of his lips and tongue on hers. She can taste herself on his tongue, and it only serves to heighten the intensity of their connection.
Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in this stolen moment of passion, oblivious to everything else around them. Their need for each other grows more insistent with every passing second, pushing them closer and closer to the edge of something new - something dangerous, but infinitely thrilling.
Her body arches into him as her lips part further, allowing his tongue to delve deeper. Her hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt before finally popping them free, revealing the defined muscles of his chest beneath. She moans against his mouth, her breath hot and ragged as she urges him closer still. The feel of his skin against hers is like a drug, sending waves of desire coursing through her body with each passing second.
With a shaky exhale, Luna platz breaks the kiss long enough to pull back slightly, resting her forehead against Dally's while they catch their breath. Her eyes search his face, trying to read his expression and gauge how far she can take this without losing control entirely. It seems that for now, he is content where they are; but she knows that soon enough, one of them will need to step back or risk crossing the line between desire and obedience.
Her lips part as she exhales once more, the air caressing his skin like a lover's touch. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice little more than a ragged whisper. "That was... incredible." She pauses, wondering how much further she can push things without losing everything they've built up to this point. Taking another shaky breath, she decides that for now, it's safer to retreat back into her role as the class president.
"Dally," she says, her voice firm once more, "you may step away from me now." There is a hint of disappointment in her words, but also a quiet acknowledgement that this was never meant to last. They both know their places - and for today, at least, they will return to them as if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened.