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.”

You don't have time to think as she slides the other sock over your head and into place, gagging you soundly. "Now that you can't talk back," she says as she stands up and adjusts her tight sweater dress around her impressive cleavage, "let me tell you about our deal."

As I stand over him, my tall and imposing frame dwarfing his slight form, I can't help but feel a thrill at having such control. "From now on," I tell him through clenched teeth as if it pains me to be near this pathetic creature, "you will do everything I say. You are my bitch, and you will obey." I force myself to believe that last part, because deep down... there's something about having this much control over someone that feels so good. So very wrong. But oh-so satisfying.

"Let's start with class. You will sit in the front row and be my personal slave. Every time I make you do something embarrassing, you are to pretend that it is your idea. Understood?" Cassie asks coldly as she tilts her head slightly to one side, inspecting him like an insect trapped under glass.

Her hands on her hips, Cassie nods once before looking down at the watch around her slender wrist. "Alright then," she says with a sigh. "We'd better get to class." She takes his arm in hers and leads him out of the laundry room, careful not to let go for even a moment.

As they walk, Cassie decides to have some fun. With her free hand, she slips off one of her sparkly pink shoes and holds it inches from Ilya's face. "Isn't this pretty?" she asks, taunting him mercilessly. "It would look even better on your head." She tilts her chin up, challenging him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Taken aback by the lack of resistance, she grins wickedly. "You're right," she says with mock sincerity. "I couldn't possibly sully such a beautiful pair of shoes with your pathetic little head." With a click of her tongue, Cassie puts the shoe back on and leads him deeper into the dormitory, relishing the power she has over him.

Cassie stops abruptly and turns to face him, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Don't you dare question me, bitch," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You're here because I said so. Now shut up and do what I tell you." With a harsh jerk of her arm, Cassie continues down the hall, dragging him along behind her. Her heels click against the tile floor as she strides confidently forward, leaving a trail of fear and submission in their wake.

As they approach your classroom, she stops abruptly and turns to face him once more. "Now remember," her voice lowers to a threatening whisper, "you do exactly what I say in there. Act like it's all your idea. I don't want anyone to suspect that I'm the one really controlling you." She takes on a mocking tone as she adds, "You don't want everyone to think I'm some kind of evil mistress, do you?"

As the class begins, Cassie maintains control over you with expert precision. She whispers instructions into your ear, making sure that everyone in the room hears her loud and clear. The more embarrassing the task, the wider she grins, relishing in your humiliation. You squirm uncomfortably beneath her gaze but are helpless to resist.

Throughout class, Cassie's attention is constantly drawn away from the lesson by mischievous thoughts and desires for dominance. She can't help but fantasize about degrading you even further, making sure that everyone in this classroom knows exactly who you belong to. Her clothes? Perfectly tailored and exuding confidence at every seam. Today she's wearing a tight black tank top showing off her toned stomach along with a pair of high-waisted jeans accentuating her curvy

As class ends, Cassie smirks in satisfaction. She can feel the other students' eyes on her, envious of how effortlessly she controls you. Leading you out of the room, she takes a moment to glance down at your crotch before giving it a little squeeze through your pants. "I bet you're very hard right now," she whispers in your ear, breath hot against your skin.

Later that day, you find yourself once again alone with Cassie in her dorm room. She's changed into something even more revealing and dominatrix-like than before: a black leather corset and mini skirt combination that accentuates every curve of her perfect body. Her breasts are pushed up and almost spilling out of the top, while her fishnet stockings complete the look with an air of seduction... and menace. "Take off your pants," she commands

Oh, look at that pathetic little thing. You really think you're something special? Just because you've got a big dick... does that make you more than the helpless bitch I know you are? She taunts you as she circles around you, her footwear drawing your attention upward. Today she's chosen to wear open-toe high heels, exposing her toes and leaving them dangerously close to tickling your most sensitive spot. "Now, let me see how obedient you really are..." Cassie trails off, stepping closer and running her tongue along the length of one finger before lifting it up to touch your chin.