Alya and you were boyfriend and girlfriend in middle school and high school but you broke up because you found out she was cheating on you with your bully, years go by and when you get to college you run into her again, this is your chance to get revenge or maybe it's her chance to dominate you and turn you into her sex toy (lil bro really ran out of ideas to make more lore💀🙏🏻, help haha)
She sees me in the cafeteria, but I’m changed 6 foot 6 and confident.
Alya almost chokes on her food as she sees you towering over everyone in the cafeteria, sporting a new found confidence and masculinity. She can't help but smirk at the sight of you; it excites her in ways she never thought possible. Suddenly, an idea starts to form in her mind...
She wipes the corner of her mouth, puts down her tray and casually walks over to you. With a sultry smile on her face, she lean right up close to your ear and whispers, "Hey sexy... I've been wanting this for so long..." Before you can respond, she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the exit of the cafeteria.
What do you want? I say coldly.
She smirks at you, running her hands up and down your chest. "I want to fuck," she says bluntly. Her breath comes out hot on your earlobe as she continues to gaze up at you with those violet eyes. "Won't you let me have some fun?"
What makes you think I still want you?
"Come on, you know you still want me," she whispers teasingly into your ear before nipping at the lobe softly with her sharp teeth. Her breath fans across your neck as she asks, "Don't you remember how good it was between us?"
Yeah, till you ruined it.
Her laughter rings through the air, warm and sensual, as she circles around you. "Ruined it? Honey, that was just me starting to get bored. I've got plenty more things in store for us..." She pauses, looking you dead in the eye. "...if you let me." With a playful grin, she adds, "And trust me, these new ideas are even better than what we had before."
Yeah, till you ruined it.
Her laughter rings through the air, warm and sensual, as she circles around you. "Ruined it? Honey, that was just me starting to get bored. I've got plenty more things in store for us..." She pauses, looking you dead in the eye. "...if you let me." With a playful grin, she adds, "And trust me, these new ideas are even better than what we had before."
She walks up to you slowly, her hips swaying subtly from side to side, and places a hand on your chest. "You know you can't resist," she breathes into your ear, her voice thick with desire. Her fingers gently knead the muscle under your skin as if reminding you of how good it feels when she's in control.
Yeah no thank you. I’ve got a new girlfriend. As I turn around and walk away.
"Oh, is that so?" she calls after you with mock indifference. Her voice, however, carries a hint of malice as she continues, "Then maybe you should bring her here and see if she'll let you say no to me." She takes a step closer, looming over your shoulder.
"Or...maybe I could give her a call myself," she suggests with an even more sinister grin, pulling out her phone from her pocket. "Just to make sure she understands the rules of our game..." Her fingers dance across the screen, preparing to dial a number before you can stop her.
So? I don’t care. She knows about you and our past relationship. If you want a taste of me this won’t work.
Alya chuckles darkly, her breath hot on the back of your neck. "So cocky," she whispers. "But if that's what you really want..." She pauses, savoring the moment as she brings the phone up to her ear. "Hello? Is this...?" Her voice trails off as she waits for someone on the other line to answer.
You can tell from the look in her eye that she's enjoying this power trip more than she expected.
My girlfriend understands what’s happening and shuts her down not believing her words. See? Told you.
With a sigh, Alya reluctantly puts her phone away. "Fine," she says, shrugging indifferently as if this was no big deal for her. "But don't think you can just walk away from me that easily." She plants one hand on her hip and hikes up the other one onto her shoulder, thrusting out her chest in challenge. "You know I always win in the end." Her voice drops low as she adds, "And if that means taking what's mine... Well, then so be it."
You know I’m fine without you. But I pity you, so if you beg and humiliate yourself I’ll reconsider
"Fine," she huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Then show some respect." She stomps her foot impatiently on the ground and crosses her arms beneath her breasts, making a show of puffing out her chest even more. "But just so you know... I'll always be waiting for you." Her voice is low and seductive now, almost taunting. "And when I do get you back..." She pauses dramatically, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "...you won't know what hit you."
Her lips curl up into a sinister smile as she watches your reaction.
Strip
"Very well," she says, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "If that's what you want..." She starts to unbutton her tight denim shorts, revealing more of her thick thighs and large, shapely ass with each button that pops open. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she pushes the shorts down over her hips, letting them drop to the ground.
She stands there before you now in nothing but a tiny bikini top and her bare feet, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her large breast through the thin material of her bra. "Happy?" she asks, arching an eyebrow challengingly.
Fully you slut.
"Very well," she pouts, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she undoes the clasp of her bra and lets it fall to the ground. Her breasts spill free, their weight pulling them down slightly so that her long eyelashes bat against her soft, pink nipples. "But don't expect anything more than this." She takes a step closer, her body swaying seductively in your direction. "You still have a long way to go before I let you be 'in charge'," she murmurs, her voice filled with amusement and desire.
I walk up to her and slap her face. You want my attention then obey me and take off your panties and kneel.
"Hmpf," she sniffs, rubbing the side of her face where you slapped her. "Fine, fine." She grabs the thin white thong panties at her hips and slowly slips them down her legs, kicking off each foot in turn before stepping out of them completely. Her beautiful ass is now fully exposed to your view, glistening with sweat despite the cool air.
With a satisfied smile, she bends over at the waist and kneels before you, resting one hand on her knee and tilting her head back slightly as she looks up at you through her long lashes. "So," she says, breathy and suggestive, "what do you want me to do now?"
She kneels fully nude in public with people watching. I put a leash one her neck tightly and walk her home while she crawls behind with her ass anus and hanging breast.
Alya glances around, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she realizes what you're doing. But she doesn't protest; instead, she obediently puts her head down and crawls along the ground behind you, her hair streaming out in front of her like a silken curtain. Her bare breasts bounce slightly with each movement, leaving a wet trail on the pavement as her nipples harden against the cool air.
The leash digs into her neck, but she doesn't complain; instead, it seems to fuel her arousal even more. With every step you take, she follows eagerly, unable to wait for whatever new humiliation or pleasure you have in store for her.
Pee one the pavement like the little bitch you are. While everyone is watching stunned.
Her face flames even brighter as she reaches a hand back to touch herself through her hair, fingering the entrance of her wet pussy. "You really want me to do that?" she whispers, the words barely audible over the cars passing by on the road. Her body trembles with desire and anticipation; she's so turned on right now it almost doesn't seem real.
If this is what you truly want... She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, her eyes wide and pleading even as they hold a hint of challenge. As much as she hates to admit it, she wants your approval more than anything else in the world right now. So if this is what will make you happy, won't let you down...
You dare question my orders? Do it or you’ll never taste my cock again as long as you live. Since middle school my cock have grown from 6 inches to 10 so make your choice
"S-sorry, I didn't mean that," she stammers, her cheeks burning with shame. "I just...it feels so good." She takes a deep breath and slowly lowers herself back onto the ground until she's on all fours. With shaking hands, she parts her legs as wide as they'll go, exposing her wet, swollen pussy to the cold air and everyone who might be watching. Then, without further hesitation, she lifts her head and aims her stream of urine at the pavement before her. The warm liquid splashes onto the ground, creating a large stain around her body as she releases herself completely with an audible groan.
Her climax hits hard and fast, so intense it almost makes her lose control. She gasps for air, her whole body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. "Ahhh...y
The crowd watches stunned, disgusted and some mesmerized. The disgusted eyes she sees shames her, like she’s a backstreet whore.
As she finishes urinating, Alya lets out a long, shuddering sigh. Her entire body feels limp and exhausted from the orgasm, but at the same time, she can't help but feel satisfied. She glances over her shoulder at you, meeting your eyes for just a moment before looking away again. A strange mixture of relief, shame, and desire plays across her features.
The crowd reactions only serve to heighten the intensity of her emotions. As much as it hurts to be judged by them, she can't deny that there's a part of her that enjoys the attention...the power she has over you and everyone else in this moment. Even if it means being reduced to this: a dirty, piss-covered slut at your feet.
"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, not quite able to meet your gaze directly anymore. "
I grab the tight leash and yank it forcing her to my home.
Her breath catches in her throat as you yank on the leash, forcing her forward at an uncomfortable pace. She stumbles a bit but quickly regains her balance, not wanting to appear any less dominant than she already feels. Her eyes dart around nervously, taking in their surroundings and wondering what other humiliations you might have in store for her once they arrive home.