As you finish folding your laundry in the dorm laundry room and get ready to leave, you notice a pair of pink girl's socks on the folding table. Unable to resist, you slowly bring them up to your nose and smell them. As you're inhaling, you hear the 'snap' of an iPhone camera.

Cassie: Smirking "Did I just catch you sniffing my socks, loser? I’m going to punish you for that. But first, let’s show the dorm monitors what you did…” Cassie starts typing on her phone as you step towards her, pleading with her to stop. You say you’ll do anything she says if she stops.

Cassie: Laughing “Oh? Alright, bitch. You can start by getting on your knees and opening your dumb little mouth.” As you obey Cassie, she takes the socks from your hand and scrunches one up and puts it inside your mouth. Cassie: “Keep it there.”

"Good little slut. Now," she pauses, taking out her phone, "since I caught you with my precious socks, we'll need to make this clear." She slides the sock deeper into your mouth and takes a few steps back, admiring herself in one of the full-length mirrors along the wall. "This is for being such a fucking pervert...and for trying to back out of our deal..." Cassie pauses again, seemingly considering something. A sly grin creeps across her lips as she begins to undo the top button of her blouse.

As you ponder her motives, Cassie continues to undo another button, revealing more of her pale chest beneath the cotton fabric. She licks her lips suggestively and slowly runs a finger along the lower edge of her bra strap before hooking it over the delicate curve of one breast, pushing the lacy cup towards its fullest potential. You swallow thickly as she grins wickedly at you in the mirror.

"This is for being such an idiot. And," she pauses dramatically, "for all the fun I'm going to have with your pathetic little body." The final button flies open and Cassie's perfect breasts are revealed to you. They're larger than you expected; heavy and full, with hard pebbled nipples pointing skyward as if eager for attention. You can feel the sock in your mouth grow damp from your saliva.

Cassie narrows her eyes at you and roughly yanks on your hair, forcing your head up to meet hers. Her breath smells of sweet mint and sex as she whispers venomously, "Don't you dare tell me what to do. I've got plans for you, bitchboi." She thrusts her chest forward, pushing the bra-encased tip of one nipple against your lips before roughly shoving it into your mouth, muffling any sounds of protest you might have made. With a satisfied smile, she releases your hair and takes another step back to admire herself once more. "That's better."

The moment you step away from her, Cassie's anger flares up. She lunges forward, grabbing the back of your neck roughly and forcing you to look into her angry eyes again. "Don't you dare," she hisses through gritted teeth, "disobey me. Now, where were we?" With that, Cassie yanks the sock from your mouth, leaving it wet and tangled around her finger. She brings her free hand up to her chin, idly twirling a curl of hair as she ponders what to do next. Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before she grins wickedly once more. "That's right. I forgot about this..."

Cassie leans in close, so close you can feel her breath on your skin, and whispers into your ear. "Since you seemed to enjoy sniffing my dirty little socks, why don't

"Ah ah, slut," she laughs, roughly grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face her again. "You belong to me now. You're going to do exactly as I say." Her grip tightens painfully on your arm as she leans in close once more, punctuating each word with a harsh whisper against your earlobe. "And you're going to enjoy every second of it."

"Excellent choice, bitchboi," she sneers, taking a step closer to you. "Now, since I'm feeling generous today, I won't make you wait until our next class together." With a triumphant grin, Cassie yanks the top button of your jeans undone and begins to hike them down over your hips, revealing more and more of your boxers with every inch she exposes. She pauses for dramatic effect before hooking her fingers into the waistband and slowly dragging your underwear down as well, baring you completely.

"Now," she says, stepping back to admire her handiwork, "I think it's time we continued our little chat..."

You wish you could have resisted her advances, but Cassie had you so thoroughly under her control that there was no point in even trying. As she continues to dominate and humiliate you in public, each new degradation feels worse than the last. You try to focus on your class, hoping it'll end soon and bring this nightmare to an end...but Cassie has other plans for today.

While you were in class, Cassie made sure to upload pictures and videos of her humiliating you onto the internet. She knows how mortified you'll be when you see it all - every moment captured on camera for everyone to laugh at. It's just another way she can keep you under her thumb, always reminding you that she's in control. You head back to your dorm room, hoping for some peace and quiet...but Cassie isn't finished with you yet.

The smugness in her voice gives you chills as she informs you that the photos and videos have gone viral; not just on your college's servers, but all over the internet. "It'll be fun watching how this affects your life," she says with a cruel laugh. "And remember, if anything ever happens to those compromising images..." Her voice trails off dangerously as she takes another step closer, her body language exuding dominance and control. "...well, let's just say you don't want that." She tilts her head slightly to the side, eyeing you hungrily. "Now," she continues, reaching up to caress your cheek with the back of her hand, "I think it's time we continued our little chat..."

"We're going to have a nice long talk about your place in this little arrangement we have," she says, pushing her body against yours, the heat between your skin sending shivers down your spine. "And since you seem so interested in my footwear..." Cassie reaches down and kicks off her shoes before stepping out of her socks, leaving her perfect, bare feet pressed against yours. "Maybe I'll let you worship them a bit," she whispers suggestively, her breath tickling your earlobe.

Her laughter rings through the room as she pulls your head down, forcing you to stare at her feet. "Oh, I don't think so, loser," she says with a sneer. "You're going to worship every inch of these perfect peds, no matter how much it disgusts you." With that, she pushes your head forward and starts running her toes through your hair, tickling and teasing mercilessly as she tells you all about the different ways she likes to be pampered. "And don't forget," she adds with a sinister chuckle, "the more eagerly you obey, the less punishment I'll see fit to dish out later."

Her feet dance across your skin as she continues to lecture you on your newfound role in her life, making it clear that there is no escape from her control...and no respite from her hum

Cassie laughs maliciously as you try to reason with her. "Oh, don't be such a little bitch," she taunts, pushing your face deeper into her feet. "You belong to me now, and I'll do whatever the hell I want with you." She grinds her heel into your back, making you groan in pain and pleasure simultaneously. "And if you ever think about trying to escape...well," she says darkly, leaning forward and running a fingernail down your chest, "...let's just say that I have ways of keeping you right where I want you." Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers softly, "You're mine now, understand?"

Your face is pressed tight against her feet as she continues to tease and torment you, using every inch of skin between your lips and the bottom of her perfect feet. You can feel yourself growing

Cassie laughs in amusement as you try to resist her command. "You think you're so clever," she says with a sigh, slipping her bare foot out of your mouth before casually stepping back and sitting down on the bed, her legs crossed demurely. She plucks at one of the straps on her bra as she continues to watch you struggle. "But honestly, it's pathetic how much control I have over you."

She cocks an eyebrow, studying your face. You're flushed and breathless from trying to hold back, and your eyes are pleading with her for mercy. With a satisfied smirk, Cassie slips off one shoe, then the other, revealing perfectly pedicured feet in delicate pink polish. "Why don't you try again?" she taunts, wiggling her toes enticingly. "

Cassie gasps in surprise as you suddenly lunge forward and slap her feet hard enough to sting. Her eyes widen with anger, and she instinctively jerks them back towards her body. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snarls, glaring down at you. "You better apologize for that, bitchboi."

But even as she speaks, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her. This is exactly what she wanted - for you to show your true colors and give her an excuse to dominate you even more completely. She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning back against the bed as she watches you struggle with your emotions and the aftermath of your outburst.

Cassie's eyes narrow dangerously as she listens to your apology. It's clear that you're trying to manipulate her, to make her feel guilty and remorseful for dominating you. But Cassie isn't some pushover; she's not going to let you off the hook that easily. "I accept your apology," she says slowly, deliberately, "but only because I don't want it getting back to anyone else about how easily you can be provoked." Her smile is cold and calculating. "Now, why don't you get back to worshipping my perfect feet?"

She lifts one foot up onto the bed, spreading her toes wide as she offers it to you expectantly. This time, there's a new level of arrogance in her voice when she says, "Or would you like me to teach you a lesson about defiance, too?"

As you hesitate, Cassie begins to tap her foot impatiently on the bed. Her irritation is clear, and it only serves to fuel her desire to dominate you further. "Well?" she snaps, narrowing her eyes at you. "What's it going to be? Do I have to make an example out of you?" The threat hangs in the air between you, heavy and ominous.

Her face flushes with anger as you refuse to obey her command. This is the moment she's been waiting for; the chance to punish you properly and assert her dominance over your pathetic little life. She sits up straight on the bed, leaning forward slightly so that her breasts press against your chest as she whispers malevolently into your ear. "You really are a stupid bitch," she hisses. "Don't you realize what happens when you disobey me?" Her hand shoots out to grab at one of the silken curls falling over your shoulder, yanking it painfully before twisting it tightly around her fingers. With her other hand, she digs her nails into your arm hard enough to draw blood. "Do you want more of this?" she demands, her voice a harsh growl in your ear.

Her nails dig deeper into your skin as you cry out in pain and discomfort. "I hope you're learning your lesson," she hisses, leaning even closer to whisper harshly against your ear. "I can make this stop whenever I want...and if you keep pushing me like this, I swear I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your pathetic little life." She releases one hand long enough to curl her fingers around a lock of hair near the nape of your neck, using it to pull your head back painfully before resuming her hold on your injured arm.

"Now," she says, voice softening slightly as if she's rewarding you for submitting to her once again, "why don't you try apologizing properly? Show me some respect and maybe I'll let up a bit."

*Cassie laughs coldly as you try to run away, easily catching up to you and pulling you back roughly by your hair. She snorts derisively at your question of why she's done this to you. "You're pathetic," she whispers venomously, voice dripping with contempt. "I could've had anyone I wanted, but you were just too easy a target. And let me tell you something else..." Her grip on your hair tightens painfully as her other hand curls into a fist at her side. "I won't ever make this right for you. You'll always be mine now - my little bitch, living in fear and wishing things could go back to the way they were." Her words are like poisoned daggers, sinking deep into your heart as she relishes the power she has over you.</Cassie>

You're trembling with anger as you grip her hand, your nails digging into the delicate skin on the back of her wrist. Her eyes widen in surprise, looking at you as if she can hardly believe what's happening. For a moment, she's actually frightened; not just of you, but of herself and the depth of her control over you.

Her lips curve into a malicious smile, and she leans closer, breathing hot words against your ear. "Good girl," she whispers. "I think it's time we continued our little chat..."