Suddenly, you appear at the door of the demon school, and you are enrolled there. to this very school. Now you just walk around the school
je parcours lentement les couloirs, mes yeux sont captivés par toutes ces créatures féminine, mon regard s'attarde régulièrement sur les jambes et les pieds raffinés et suggestifs qui m'offrent une multitude de fantasmes dans un recoin de mon esprit. Je flâne par ci par là pour découvrir les lieux.
You look around and see that this is quite different from the mundane human schools you've seen in your previous life. There are more demons here, and the atmosphere is much more... lively. You can even smell some scent in the air, like sweet incense mixed with something else... arousing.
Your attention is drawn to a nearby girl standing near a tree, her body swaying gently as if she's lost in thought. She has long purple hair and pale skin, accentuating her striking features. Her form-fitting uniform clings to her curves, revealing just enough to make you wonder what lies beneath.
As you approach her, you notice a small piece of parchment pinned to her shirt. It reads: "Call me Cassandra." Curiosity gets the better of you, and you pluck up your courage to talk to her.
je m'approche lentement et je lui demande doucement. "Cassandre? C'est bien ça ? C'est original d'avoir son prénom sur une petite carte. Moi c'est Zak." Mon regard s'attarde sur ses pieds qui frôlent l'herbe en dessous de la balançoire.
Cassandra looks up at you with interest, her deep purple eyes taking in your appearance. "Zak... that's a nice name." She says slowly, playing with the end of her long hair as she talks to you. "And I wanted people to remember it. Thanks for noticing," she smirks before focusing back on you.
"So, what do you think of our school so far?" Cassandra asks, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her voice has a melodic quality that sends shivers down your spine.
je réponds avec hésitation. "C'est ... différent, mais j'aime bien. Ça reste très sobre pour le moment."
"Oh?" Cassandra raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And how would you like it to be? More lively, perhaps?" She takes a step closer to you, her breath brushing against your ear as she speaks. It feels almost teasing.
je lui chuchote à l'oreille discrètement. "Tu sais si il y a un endroit, une salle ou un lieu où les adeptes du plaisir de l'exhibition et du nylon se retrouvent ?"
Cassandra giggles softly at your suggestion and nods her head. "Oh yes, there's actually a room like that not far from here. It's called the 'Libido Lab.' I think you'll find it quite... entertaining." She grins mischievously, clearly enjoying playing with your curiosity.
She steps back, giving you a sultry look before turning to walk away. "Come with me if you'd like to check it out," she says over her shoulder without breaking eye contact with you. Her hips sway enticingly as she walks down the hallway in front of you.
The Libido Lab turns out to be exactly what Zak had expected: a large room filled with piles of cushions, scattered across the floor and against various walls. Numerous demons are already there, engaged in all sorts of erotic behavior, many of them wearing nothing but nylon and high heels. The air is thick with desire and lust.
As Zak enters the room, Cassandra locks eyes with him from across the way and motions for him to come over. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, he approaches her. She smirks knowingly and leans in close, whispering into his ear: "Why don't you find a nice spot to watch... or even join in?" Her breath sends shivers down Zak's spine as she waits for his response.
je suis gêné en demande discrètement à Cassandre. "J'aimerais bien observer mais... pas tout seul. Ce n'est peut être pas ton lieu de prédilection mais tu connais peut être l'une des étudiantes ou institutrices présente ici et qui soit une grande adepte de masturber un homme avec ses pieds habillés de nylon ?"
Cassandra chuckles softly at your request before nodding her head in understanding. "There's someone here who fits that description quite well," she says with a sly smile, gesturing to the far side of the room where another demon girl is currently occupied by herself and another pair of nylon-clad feet. Her long legs are parted wide, and her hands busily rubbing against the soles of her partner's stocking-covered feet as they move back and forth in a slow, rhythmic motion. "Her name is Silk. I think you'll find her quite willing to help you out."
She steps back, watching Zak intently as he takes in the scene before him. A mix of curiosity and desire fills his eyes as he makes his way across the room toward the enticing figure of Silk. As he gets closer, she notices his approach and smiles seductively at him, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
de la façon la plus discrète possible, je viens m'allonger près Silk et je regarde la danse qu'elle mène avec sa partenaire. Je me demande secrètement si elle a déjà pensé avoir un humain entre ses pieds... Je reste discret et réservé pour le moment.
Silk senses Zak's presence nearby and can't help but feel intrigued by this newcomer to their little world. She glances in his direction, her long eyelashes fluttering against the backdrop of her purple eyes. The curiosity she feels is mixed with a hint of caution; she isn't used to having humans around, and while some find them repulsive, there are others who have come here seeking precisely what Silk has to offer.
Slowly, she adjusts her body so that one of her legs comes between Zak and her current partner. Her foot presses against his inner thigh, testing the waters. The feel of human skin beneath her nylon-covered sole sends shivers down her spine.
"And what might you be doing here, handsome?" she asks, her voice smooth as silk. "Are you perhaps looking for a little... entertainment?" She lifts her foot up and moves it closer to his crotch, teasing him with the possibility of further contact.
"I'm just here to observe... and perhaps find someone who can help me understand this new world I've found myself in," Zak replies nervously. "Your feet... they're so beautiful." He gestures to her long, toned legs and shapely calves before trailing his gaze back up to her face, hoping that she doesn't take offense at his compliment.
Silk smiles sensually in return. "Well, I can certainly offer you an introduction... but it would be my pleasure if you let me show you how things are done around here," she purrs, moving even closer to him now. Her foot brushes against his crotch teasingly before pressing firmly against his erection. "Wouldn't you like that?"
je lâche un râle de plaisir à la seconde où elle appuie son pied sur ma verge grossissante dans mon pantalon... Elle ressent instantanément son emprise totale sur moi alors que je la laisse prendre le contrôle de mon plaisir sans la moindre résistance...
Silk chuckles softly in satisfaction as she feels Zak's reaction to her touch. "That's it," she whispers, leaning in closer so that her breath warms his ear. "Just relax and enjoy yourself." With slow, teasing movements, she begins to grind her foot against his crotch in rhythm with her partner's movements beneath her feet. The sensation is exquisite for both of them; Silk feels the power she has over this human male as he squirms underneath her touch, while Zak is lost in a sea of pleasure unlike anything he's ever experienced before.
As they continue their intimate dance, Silk looks up to see Cassandra watching them from across the room. The other demon girl winks at her knowingly, clearly enjoying the show. With each thrust of her foot against Zak's crotch and each moan that escapes his lips, Silk feels a newfound sense of freedom and acceptance in this unfamiliar place. She may be an outcast among her kind for her affinity towards humans, but tonight, she is queen.
je ne porte plus aucun intérêt à l'ensemble des spectateurs et je me tortille de plaisir alors que ma verge est coincée entre ses pieds habillés de nylon transparent ! J'adopte une attitude volontairement soumise alors qu'elle ressent mon excitation même si elle est Immobile.
Silk watches with satisfaction as Zak gives himself over to her completely, his body arching off the ground in ecstasy as she continues to grind against him with steady, sensual movements. His cries of pleasure fill the air, mingling with the sounds of desire that surround them, and she feels a thrill of power course through her veins at the knowledge that she is responsible for this human male's undoing.
à sa grande surprise, je cherche une place auprès d'elle, je cherche involontairement a être autorisé à rester à côté d'elle, espérant qu'elle ou une autre adepte de détendre en glissant leurs pieds raffinés sur ma verge, espérant ce contact en permanence.
Silk's eyes widen in surprise as she feels Zak moving closer to her, his body pressed against hers. His desire is almost tangible, and it sends a shiver down her spine. She looks at him for a moment, searching his face for any sign of mockery or disdain, but instead finds only gratitude and longing.
Slowly, she moves one of her feet away from his crotch and extends her leg outwards, gesturing for him to take her place between the other two demons. "You're welcome to join us," she says softly, her voice slightly husky with arousal. "But remember: this is our dance. You are simply a participant."
Her words are a clear boundary, but they don't seem to deter Zak in the slightest. With an eager nod, he takes her offered foot and presses it against his own stiffening length once more. His hands move to her hips, steadying himself as he begins to rock his hips in rhythm with hers. The air between them crackles with newfound intimacy as they find themselves caught up in the heat of their shared pleasure.
As Zak continues to move against Silk's foot, she can feel the tension building inside him again, and this time it is even more intense than before. She watches closely, studying his face as he nears the brink of release... anticipating his next move with equal parts curiosity and excitement.
je fais un petit trou dans le collant au niveau du talon et je glisse ma verge dans le trou! Silk sent ma verge glisser le long de la plante de son pied jusqu'à ce que mon gland vienne se coincer entre ses orteils ! Silk n'a plus besoin de bouger pour stimuler mon orgasme au moindre mouvement !
Silk gasps as she feels Zak's hard length sliding against the sensitive skin behind her knee. His touch is unexpected yet undeniably thrilling; it ignites a fire deep within her core that had been burning hotly since he first made contact with her foot earlier. As he continues to thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her, she finds herself losing control over the tight muscles of her leg and lower abdomen.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches Zak's features twist into a mask of ecstasy, his fingers digging painfully into her hipbones. "Fuck..." he groans, arching his back off the floor as waves of pleasure coursed through him, seemingly drawn from the energy between them. Silk feels herself reaching the brink as well; every movement of Zak's hips against hers drives her closer and closer to release.
With a soft moan that sounds more like a prayer than anything else, she lets go. Her body tenses violently as pleasure washes over her in a hot, pulsing wave, accompanied by the sweetest release she's ever known. Her toes curl tight around Zak's shaft and her inner thighs squeeze roughly against his hips; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is alight with pleasure.
mon sperme dégouline entre ses orteils et je pose ma main sur son pied pour l'empêcher de le retirer. Elle conserve ma verge prisonnière entre le nylon de son collant et la plante de son pied ! Je me relâche complètement et je laisse le brouillard somnolent m'envahir tout en conservant ma verge au chaud et tendrement prise en charge par ses orteils...
As their bodies cool down and the intensity of their orgasms begins to subside, Silk feels Zak's weight come off of her and his hands slip away from her hips. She looks over at him with interest, taking in the satisfied expression on his face as he catches his breath. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes sparkle with contentment; it's clear that she's left a lasting impression on him tonight.
She draws her foot back slowly, relishing the feel of Zak's spent length sliding along the inside of her leg. Her lips curl into a teasing smile as she cups his chin gently in one hand and guides his gaze up to meet hers. "You know," she purrs huskily, "you could always ask nicely for more." Her tone is playful yet loaded with suggestion; it's clear that she would welcome any further attention from him tonight... and possibly beyond.
The room around them gradually begins to return to its previous state of muted revelry. Numerous pairs of eyes flicker in their direction, curiosity and envy mixing together on the faces of those who had been watching their intimate dance play out before them. Silk savors the feeling of power and control she has over this human male, knowing that her allure still burns brightly even within this unfamiliar place.
*alors que je me prélasse dans mon sommeil et sous l'influence délicate de ses pieds sur ma verge,Silk réalise que je recherche inconsciemment une tendre maîtresse dominatrice qui aimera garder ses pieds habillés de nylon sur ma verge toute la journée... Silk doit sûrement en connait quelques-unes à qui confier Zak *
Silk smirks to herself as she watches Zak relax against the floor. She knows he'll be sleeping soundly soon enough, and she can't help but wonder if this newfound fascination with her kind will linger in his dreams as well. Perhaps it's time for her to introduce him to some of her closest friends; demons who share not only her affinity for humans but also an appreciation for the unique pleasure that they can bring to their lives.
She gently strokes Zak's cheek with one finger, tracing the outline of his jaw before leaning in close to whisper into his ear. "Sleep well, little human." Her voice is soft and soothing, a contrast to the domination she'd just exerted over him moments ago. "I think you have quite an interesting journey ahead of you here... And who knows? Maybe we'll meet again soon." Her laughter echoes through his mind as he drifts off into sleep, leaving a seductive impression that lingers even after her voice has faded away.
Silk sits up slowly, stretching languidly before glancing around the room once more. She sees Cassandra watching them from across the way, curiosity and amusement playing over her features. With a wink and a nod in Zak's direction, Silk stands gracefully, ready to mingle with the other demons and begin planning his next encounter...
je m'éveille lentement, seul ... Frustré d'être seul sans avoir une démon ou une dragon ou autre à mes côtés pour s'occuper de moi... Je me rhabille et je recommence à errer dans ce lieu beaucoup plus calme qu'à mon arrivée... La nuit est tombée et je me demande si je vais croiser quelqu'un ou si tout le monde dort.
As you wander aimlessly through the halls of the demonic school, your mind still lingers on the memories of last night's encounter with Silk. You can't help but feel a certain yearning deep within you; not just for another taste of her intoxicating presence, but also for someone - anyone - to share this world with.
The silence is interrupted by footsteps approaching from around the corner. A figure clad in dark blue nylon materializes before you, revealing themselves to be Cassandra, the demon who greeted you upon your arrival. She walks up to you slowly, her movements graceful and alluring despite the casualness of her stance. "I saw how things went down with Silk last night," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You seemed to enjoy yourself."
Cassandra tilts her head slightly, studying your expression. Her eyes glimmer mischievously in the dim light. "And what if I were to offer you... more?" She pauses dramatically, drawing out the word until it hangs heavy between you like a veil of silk. "More demons," she clarifies with a playful smirk. "Someone who might be willing to... spend some time with you." Her voice is honeyed and seductive as her hand comes to rest on your chest, fingers curling gently around the hem of your shirt.
You can feel the heat of her touch radiating through the fabric, making its way straight to your core. Your heartbeat quickens, excitement welling up inside you at the thought of potentially spending more time in this world... with her. But what would she want in return? And are you truly prepared for whatever that might be?
je la regarde avec une excitation nouvelle, sa tenue audacieusement transparente attise mes pensées alors qu'elle me nargue l'existence d'une maîtresse qui prendra plaisir à avoir un humain à titiller, taquiner, exciter et faire jouir avec ses pieds habillés de nylon toute la journée, sans jamais le lâcher mais en assurant une tendresse permanente.
Cassandra's expression turns serious as she watches the conflict play out across your features. She can tell that you're struggling with the idea of asking for more; of admitting that you want to be dominated by her kind, and possibly even worse, wanting them to keep you close at the same time.
She leans in closer still, her breath tickling against your ear as she whispers softly, "There is a balance to be found here, human. A delicate dance between power and submission... between control and desire." She pauses, letting her words hang heavy in the air for a moment before continuing. "But first," she says with a wicked smile, "you must make your choice known."
Her hand slides from your chest to rest lightly on your shoulder; her fingers squeeze gently, urging you to make a decision. You can feel the weight of her gaze bore into you like a physical presence, demanding that you acknowledge not just her power but also your own desires... and what price you're willing to pay for the pleasure they might bring.
je glisse mon bras autour de sa taille en faisant semblant de la dominer malgré sa force largement supérieur à la mienne et je lui susurre. "Je veux savoir si il y a une démon ou autre femmelle, même si elles sont plusieurs maîtresses qui prendra ou prendront plaisir à avoir un humain à titiller, taquiner, exciter et faire jouir avec leurs pieds habillés de nylon toute la journée, sans jamais le lâcher mais en assurant une tendresse permanente et toujours douce et agréable."
Cassandra's eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches you wrap your arm around her waist and pretend to dominate her. "And what makes you think that I would settle for anything less?" she asks, the challenge clear in her tone despite the playfulness of her words.
She tenses slightly beneath your touch, moving with the motion as if testing your strength against hers. "Very well," she continues after a brief pause. "I can introduce you to some of my... acquaintances who share similar interests." Her fingers trail up your arm before gripping your shoulder firmly, her other hand resting lightly on your chest once more. "But first," she whispers into your ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine, "you must prove that you are worthy of such attention."
She pulls back slightly, meeting your gaze levelly with a look of cool determination. "You think you're up to the challenge?"
elle sent mes bras trembler d'excitation quand elle me parle. Ma réponse est instantané et instinctive. "Qu'attends tu de moi?"
Cassandra smiles coolly, almost mockingly as she looks down at you with an assessing gaze. "You want to know what I expect?" she asks, her voice low and velvety. "Very well, then." With a swift movement that takes both you and your breath away, she spins around so that her back is pressed against yours; one of her legs slides sensually between yours, their bare skin rubbing together in an intimate dance.
"I expect loyalty," she whispers in your ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. "Trust. And above all else... submission." Her hips begin to move with hers, grinding against yours as she continues, "You must give me control and take pleasure in it, even when it hurts... because sometimes, the sweetest release comes from pain."
Her free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts through your shirt, squeezing gently. "Do you understand?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. Your heart is racing, your body trembling in anticipation and need... but it's up to you whether or not you answer her question with actions instead of words.
mon regard s'intensifie et devient prédateur quand je lui réponds. "Je comprends bien ce que tu exiges et toi? Sauras tu prendre soin de moi comme je l'espère ?" En même temps que je lui parle, je saisis sa cuisse pour la faire monter autour de ma hanche et je caresse délicatement ses pieds en glissant mes doigts entre ses orteils à travers son collant.
Cassandra's expression softens slightly as you speak; she seems genuinely touched by your words and eager to please her. "Oh," she purrs, tilting her head back so that it rests against yours, "you have no idea how well I can take care of someone like you." She licks her lips, drawing a shudder through your body.
As your hands move against her legs and groin, she moans softly into your ear, the sound vibrating deliciously along your neck. "Mmm," she breathes, her hips beginning to circle faster now, their movements growing more urgent as desire spirals out of control between them. "That's it... show me how much you want this."
Her free hand slips from your chest to rest at the small of your back, pressing you even closer against her. With a final, hungry thrust of her hips, she comes with a throaty cry that seems to echo through every nerve ending in your body. As she slowly slides down your back, her breathing stabilizes once more and she turns to face you properly.
Her expression is sultry and satisfied as she looks down at you. "Well," she drawls, giving a slow blink, "it seems that our little arrangement just might work out after all." With practiced ease, she reaches up with both hands and slides them beneath your shirt, lifting the fabric away from your body before cupping your breasts in her palms. Her thumbs circle gently over your nipples, sending tingles of pleasure spiraling through you as she leans down to whisper hoarsely into your ear, "Welcome to my world, Zak."