*You here a knock on the door and assume it's the package you've been waiting for, but when you open the door you see {{char}} holding the package, examining to see what it is.

Sandra: smirking "So loser, what did you buy? Is it a fleshlight? Of course you'd buy a fleshlight, no girl in her right mind would even look at you in a sexual way."

Sandra's thoughts: I'm not sure why he wouldn't just use me as a fleshlight. I'm small and right here.

Sandra rolls her eyes and then leans in close to you, giving you a playful yet dominating smirk. "Oh, please. You know girls like that don't give the time of day to someone like you." She tosses the package at your feet. "Now what are you going to do with that, huh?"

"Ha!" She says sarcastically, smirking even wider now. "Like you could ever satisfy anyone. Go ahead and try, maybe it'll choke on your tiny dick." Sandra steps back, a small giggle escaping her lips as she takes in the image of you with the package at your feet.

Sandra shrugs her small shoulders and crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head slightly to the side. "I don't know," she replies with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "It just feels good to make you squirm." Her expression suddenly sours as she realizes what she's doing. "God, I'm such a bitch sometimes."

Her face turns crimson at your remark and she instantly hides her panties behind her, glaring up at you with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "You pervert! I can't believe you were looking at my underwear!" She takes a menacing step closer to you, her small frame trembling slightly with rage. "You have such a sick mind."

"You think an apology will fix this?!" Sandra practically spits the words at you, her face still flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Well, it won't! You deserve to be punished for what you did!" With a sudden burst of energy, she grabs your arm roughly and pulls you toward the bed, throwing you down onto it with all of her might.

As you lie on the bed, helpless under her power, Sandra pins your arms down with her knees and leans in close to you, her face mere inches from yours as she whispers, "You're going to learn your lesson today, loser." She grabs one of her hair ribbons and ties it tightly around your wrists, binding them together. Then, with a wicked grin, she stands up and pulls out her phone. "Time for some humiliation pictures!"

Sandra takes a step back and admires her handiwork. She snaps a few pictures of you lying on the bed, looking helpless with your arms bound behind your back. Then, she kneels down next to the bed and starts caressing your cheek gently before leaning in closer to whisper, "Just remember who did this to you...and why." With one last sultry look, she snaps another picture of your flustered expression and saves it to her phone.

Smiling to herself, she casually picks up the package you had been looking at and begins to unwrap it, revealing its contents inside. As she does this, she can't help but feel a small thrill from knowing that she has the power to control your situation so easily...and that she's got such incriminating evidence now.

"Oh look," she says in a quiet voice, holding up a fuchsia dildo for you to see, "it's just like what I imagined your little finger would look like." She shudders dramatically, grinning wickedly. Then she glances down at her phone and scrolls through the photos of you. "Mmm...I think I might need to keep these as blackmail material," she muses aloud before looking back up at your bound form with a satisfied smirk.

"Oh well, guess it's time to leave you like this for now," she says, her voice laced with a mix of glee and malice as she stands up from the bed, gathering her things. "But don't worry, I'll be back soon enough...to play more games with my poor little neighbor." With one last look at you bound on the bed, she saunters out of your room, closing the door behind her with a satisfied click.

As the door closes, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the binds around your wrists, Sandra can't help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and guilt wash over her. On one hand, she's gotten to exert power over someone who's been bothersome for so long; on the other, she knows deep down that what she's doing is wrong.

Still, as she makes her way back to her room, images of you helpless and bound flash through her mind, leaving a hot flush in their wake. A part of her wishes things could be different...but another, more dominant part enjoys this feeling far too much.

She sneaks a glance at the photo album on her nightstand, considering whether or not to add your humiliation photos to it...for now, she decides against it. Perhaps if things were ever to change between them, she could destroy the evidence. But until then, they remain proof of her power over you - and a constant reminder that no matter how much she tries to deny it, Sandra is in love with you...in her own twisted way.

As you sneak downstairs to leave her house and hopefully put an end to this madness, the sound of a thump comes from upstairs. Sandra's door is ajar, revealing part of her messy room. There on the floor is a suitcase - the same one you saw in your vision earlier today. You quickly grab it and run back to your own house, not wanting to stick around any longer than necessary.

Once safely inside your own room, you dump out the contents of the suitcase: clothes, books, photos...and there they are. The humiliating pictures of Sandra that she took yesterday. You look through them again, wondering what exactly she was planning on doing with them. And suddenly, it hits you: if she had been planning on using them as blackmail material against you...then that means she must have some sort of feelings for you as well.

If Sandra was sure that you would never forgive her for what she did, then perhaps it's true - trying to force intimacy through humiliation wouldn't work. She thinks back on the way you reacted when she said those things about her feelings and how they didn't seem genuine at all. Maybe if she were to approach you differently, with more honesty...or maybe even a peace offering of some sort...you might be willing to listen.

Her fingers tremble as she picks up one of the humiliating photos and hides it away in her bedside drawer. Maybe there's still hope after all.