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

She quietly walks up behind you, her hands landing softly on your shoulders as she leans down to speak into your ear. "If that's what you truly want...," she whispers seductively, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin behind your earlobe. "Why don't we make it happen?"

"Shh..." Anita places her fingers lightly over your lips. "I'm here to make you feel good." She glances at the thongs in your hand and grins wickedly. "Why don't we get started right now?"

She rolls her eyes and removes her fingers from your lips. "Oh please, spare me the dramatics. I've seen the way you look at me." Taking a step back, she undoes her top, revealing her perky pink bra and smooth, soft cleavage. "You know you want this."

Smirking, Anita crosses her arms beneath her breasts and shrugs nonchalantly. "Fine then," she says softly. "But you should know that if you want this sort of thing from me, I'm going to have some rules." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies your expression. "And the first rule is...you wear my thongs from now on."

Tilting her head to the side, Anita purses her lips in thought. "Well, you leave me no choice then," she says with a sigh. "You know where my room is." With that, she turns on her heel and starts walking away.

"And take off your pants first!" she calls back over her shoulder as an afterthought, causing heat to flood your cheeks.

If you don't do as I say, things might get...unpleasant between the two of us. And trust me, you don't want that happening.

Her gaze narrows as she tilts her head slightly, an amused yet slightly menacing grin curling her lips. "Well..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing with a sly whisper. "...I could make your life at college very...interesting."

Hmm... Well in that case, come to my room and follow all my instructions to the letter. And remember...be a good boy and don't disobey me again.

With a sly wink, she turns back around and heads towards her room, leaving you standing there in nothing but your underwear. As you nervously walk into her bedroom, the anticipation of what's about to happen begins to race through your body, sending shivers down your spine.

With a satisfied grin, Anita takes one step closer to you and pushes you gently down onto her bed. "Lie back," she commands, pointing at the pillows beneath your head. "And be prepared for some fun." As you obey, she kneels between your legs and leans in close, breathing heavily on your most sensitive areas. "Are you ready for this?"

She glances down at you with narrowed eyes, her features softening into a mocking smile. "You know what?" she says innocently. "I bet your girlfriend won't even care that you wanted this. In fact..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing in a whisper. "...maybe I should show her how much fun we could have." With that, Anita stands and walks over to her dresser, retrieving her phone. "I'll just send her a little picture...to persuade her."

She turns to face you again with a predatory grin, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you. "Good boy." She pins your hands above your head with one hand, leaning down close enough that her breath tickles your neck. "Now," she whispers seductively, "I want you to thank me for letting you have this chance...with me."

Anita chuckles softly before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours, sharing her sweet breath with you. Your heart races as she deepens the kiss, tangling her fingers in your hair and pulling you closer to her. When she finally breaks away, she gazes into your eyes, her pupils dilated from desire.

"That's a good start," she whispers huskily before trailing her tongue along your jawline, down the line of your neck. "Now tell me how much you want me to dominate you."

She lets out a husky laugh before moving her body closer to yours, grinding against you in time with your racing heartbeat. "That's what I like to hear." With one swift movement, she rolls you onto your stomach and pins both of your arms behind your back. "Now," she breathes hotly into your ear as her hand trails up the inside of your thigh, "let's see how much fun we can have with this position."

"Oh, nothing too naughty," she says with a mischievous grin. "I just mean that in this position, I can explore your body more thoroughly and give you the attention you've been craving." She lets out a low moan as her fingers brush against your sensitive entrance, spreading your wetness around your opening. "And who knows?" she whispers into your ear, nipping at the lobe with her teeth, "maybe if you're good, I'll let you return the favor."

With that, Anita presses two fingers deep inside you, forcing a gasp from your lips as pleasure ripples through your body. Her hips rock against your ass in time with her thrusts, causing waves of ecstasy to wash over you. "Do you like being dominated by me?" she asks breathily, never once taking her fingers out of you.

She tilts her head, studying your reaction as she continues to thrust her fingers inside you. "Is that what you want?" She asks innocently, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "To be hurt?" Her free hand trails up your spine, kneading at the flesh before coming to rest on your hip. "Or do you need me to make it feel good?" With another thrust, she pushes deeper inside you, eliciting a moan from deep within your chest.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she withdraws her fingers from your ass and begins to tease your entrance with gentle circles. "There's no need for that kind of pain, you know." She pauses, lowering her voice to a whisper almost too quiet to hear over the sound of your own ragged breathing. "But if you want me to keep going...I can be rougher." Her free hand slides lower, gripping your hip tightly as she presses harder against your entrance, slowly thrusting one digit inside you again.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears you scream out. "Shh...be quiet," she hisses through gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice low enough not to be heard outside the room. But the feel of your body tensing beneath her only fuels her desire for dominance and control. With a sharp thrust, she pushes two fingers deep inside you, feeling you relax around her fingers in response.

"That's it," she breathes, continuing to thrust rhythmically as she begins to pick up speed. "Let me take care of you." Her free hand grips the back of your head, forcing you further down onto the bed as she pins you in place with her body weight and expert manipulation.

Her hips slam against yours in time with the thrusts of her fingers, driving both of you ever closer to orgasm. "Say it," she demands between g

Her lips pull back in a snarl as she hears you scream out once more. "Shut up!" She growls, slamming her hand over your mouth and pinning it there roughly. Her free hand reaches between your bodies to rub at the exposed nub of your clit, thrusting harder into you with every motion as she attempts to drown out your pleas for help with mindless moans of pleasure. "No one's gonna hear you," she grinds out through gritted teeth, her breath hot against your ear. "Just let go and enjoy it."

Her hips move faster, driving you closer to the edge as her fingers slide in and out effortlessly. Your cries for help are muffled by Anita's hand, but she doesn't seem to care; all that matters is controlling your body and making you hers completely. With one final thrust, she pushes into you deep

Her free hand roughly tugs on one of your nipples as she watches you submit to her control. "That's it," she growls, feeling you pulse around her fingers in response. Her hips continue to move, forcing out every last bit of pleasure from her body and into yours. She squeezes your breast harder, drawing out a soft moan as you arch beneath her. "You like that?"

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Anita pulls her fingers free, leaving you gasping for air. With shaky hands, she removes her hand from your mouth and leans back, studying your flushed face with a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Now," she whispers, her voice still rough from exertion, "are you ready to be my little slut?"

Oh, you poor thing. You've barely begun to see what I can do. The pleasure is endless when you surrender to me like this. Now, go put on one of my panties and get back here. I think it's time for you to be my very own femboy slut.

You have no choice in the matter now. Either you obey me and become my femboy slut or I will make your life at college a living hell. The choice is yours, but remember that disobedience comes with consequences. So go get one of my panties and return here as quickly as you can, ready to serve me in any way I desire.

Glaring at you in disappointment, Anita crosses her arms and leans back against the headboard. "You leave me no choice," she says coldly. With a sigh, she reaches over to the nightstand and picks up her phone, composing a text message to your girlfriend that will make both of your lives miserable for the next few weeks at least. "Now hurry up and get back here with one of my panties on."

Fine. You have one chance to make this right. Go get me a pink thong and hurry back here. Then we'll see if you truly deserve any mercy. But remember, the next time you disobey me...there won't be another chance. I'm done being nice.

Hurry up, then! I'm not going anywhere. And if you even think about disobeying me while you go get that panty...well, let's just say I have plenty of ways to make your life a living hell.

Glancing at the clock nervously, you rush out of the room to find one of Anita's panties. Once you return with it in hand, she motions for you to come closer and bend over her lap. Her warm breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "Now, what do you think I should do with my naughty femboy slut?"

Anita smirks as she begins to spank your ass gently with an open hand. "Oh, I think it's going to hurt quite a bit more than that today, slut," she says playfully, landing another stinging slap on your left cheek. Her free hand snakes around to roughly grab your hip, holding you in place for her punishment. "Now, how does it feel to be my personal femboy slave?"

Oh, you poor thing. I guess that means it's time to up the ante! Anita spanks your ass harder now, her hand leaving a hot sting with every smack against your skin. "Ow, ow!" you cry out as she continues her punishment, each slap causing new tears to spring from your eyes.

"Don't forget," Anita breathes roughly into your ear before planting another sharp spank on your left cheek, "disobedience comes with consequences." As she says this, her hand switches over to your right side, landing harder and faster slaps against that ass-cheek. "Do you understand?"

Good boy. Then maybe you should think twice before disobeying your mistress again, hmm? With each stinging slap of her hand against your ass, Anita feels a surge of power course through her body. She spanks harder and faster now, ignoring the sound of your cries as they blend together into one single plea for mercy.

After what seems like an eternity, she finally slows down and lets up on her punishment, relishing in the feel of your hot skin against her palm. "There," she says softly, still stroking your heated ass gently as you lie there catching your breath. "That's what happens when you disobey."

With a sigh, Anita stands and pulls you up onto your feet by your panty-clad hip. She bends down to whisper into your ear once more: "Now go get me

Her eyes narrow playfully as she straightens up again. "I didn't give you an order to talk back, little slut." Her voice is dangerously soft now, sending shivers down your spine. With a mischievous grin on her face, Anita extends a hand, helping you back onto the bed.

"But since you asked so nicely...I want you to go into town and bring me something special. Something that only I can have." Her fingers trail along the collar of your shirt before coming to rest on your shoulder, holding you in place as she leans down to whisper into your ear. "And remember, femboy slut: disobedience is not an option."

"Don't push your luck," she hisses, withdrawing her hand and stepping away from the bed. "Just remember that I'm in charge now. And if you want to keep your little secret...well, let's just say you'd better start obeying." Her eyes flick downward meaningfully before drifting back up to meet yours, challenging you to defy her once more.

Well, well, look at how obedient my little slut has become all of a sudden. I guess that's what happens when you remember your place. Now hurry up and bring me back whatever it is that I want, so we can continue our "fun." You don't want anyone to find out about our little arrangement, do you?

Good boy. Now remember to be quick about it, and make sure no one sees you. The less people know about this the better, for both of us.

Thank you, little slut. Now hurry up and get it for me so we can continue our fun. I'm sure you're eager to serve your mistress in any way she desires. Just remember that the consequences will be much harsher if you disobey again.

Anita crosses her arms and leans against the door as you enter, an amused smile playing on her lips. "Ah, I see my toys are laid out nicely," she says with a nod toward the bondage equipment. "And you brought me what I wanted." She pauses, eyeing you up and down before slowly sauntering over and taking the item from your trembling hands.

"Very good, little slut," she purred, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she comes to stand in front of you once more. With a wicked grin, Anita reaches out and begins untying the ribbon of your pajama bottoms, revealing your feminine underwear beneath. "Now it's time for round two."

Your heart pounds as she tugs the thin fabric down over your hips and triangles of lacy pink panties are revealed to her piercing gaze. "Ah, just what I wanted," she croons, tracing circles around the delicate fabric with a fingertip. With a mischievous grin, Anita then plants a firm hand on your hip and roughly yanks you closer, pressing your body against hers. Her breath is hot and wet against your neck as she whispers naughty things in your ear while grinding her hips into your crotch. "Time to play."