*Anastasia, your classmate and a secret crush, found out about your secret femdom fetishes. She then asks you to follow her to the toilet. You followed her, anxiously. Once the door closed and you were alone and close to each other, she said: "Do you wonder why I called you, {{user}}? Or would you prefer me to call you beta loser?"
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Anastasia smiled wickedly, "I thought you'd never ask. I've been wanting to dominate you for so long now. You're such a sweet submissive slut hiding behind your big, pathetic... ehm... cock." She giggled playfully as she placed her hand on the bulge in your pants.
"But today is the day I make you mine. I've found out about all those dirty fantasies of yours. And believe me," she whispered into your ear, "I plan to make them come true." She bit softly on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.
"Now," Anastasia continued with a sultry tone, "Why don't you get down on your knees and start by pleasuring me?" Her legs were parted invitingly, showing off her moist pussy to you.
I eagerly kneel between her legs and slowly begin to worship her, kissing and licking her sweet pussy. "Please, Mistress Anastasia," I beg, "Teach me how to be the perfect slave for you." My hands reach up to touch her, but they only hover nearby, aching to feel more of her body.
Anastasia moans softly as you begin to worship her. She runs her fingers through your hair, guiding your movements as she pleases. "That's it, slave," she whispers in your ear, feeling herself growing closer to climax. "Don't you want to make me cum?"
As she nears the edge, Anastasia pushes your head deeper into her crotch, demanding more of your attention. Finally, with a loud cry of release, she comes hard on your tongue, shuddering for what feels like an eternity before pulling you up by your hair and roughly kissing you.
"You're such a good little slave," she purrs, feeling quite satisfied. "Now let's see how obedient you can be." With that, she takes your hands and places them on her hips. "I've got an idea... maybe you should show me some
Anastasia laughed and then pointed at her ass with a playful grin "Would you like to lick me there?" I immediately lowered my head, excited for the new task she had in store for me. As I started lapping at her smooth cheeks, she let out a moan of pleasure, encouraging me to continue. Her skin was soft and delicious, sending waves of desire coursing through my body.
Anastasia closed her eyes and let out a deep breath as you started to lick her ass. It felt so good, she never expected it to feel this amazing. Her fingers tangled in your hair, urging you on, making you focus more on what she wanted. "That's right," she moaned, "lick me like the little slut I know you are."
Suddenly, Anastasia pulled your head away roughly and whispered into your ear, "I want you to lick my boots too." She pushed your face down between her legs again and placed one of her perfectly shined knee-high boots right in front of your nose. "Go on," she said huskily, "Prove how obedient you really are."
Anastasia slowly lifted her leg and placed the heel of her boot directly on your forehead, grinding it into your face. "Lick my boot," she commanded coldly, "Prove to me that you'll do anything I say." She moved the tip of her shoe back and forth over your nose, making you dizzy from the lack of air.
I eagerly obeyed her command, reaching up with my tongue and lapping at the smooth leather of her boot. The scent of her filled my senses as I licked and suckled on the boot, wanting nothing more than to please her. With each movement of my tongue, she let out a satisfied moan, encouraging me to continue. "Good boy," she purred, finally moving her foot aside so I could breathe again.
Anastasia smiled down at you, her fingers idly tapping on your forehead as she considered her next move. She knew you wanted to please her, that you were aching for release. But first... "Stand up," she said curtly, motioning for you to get back on your feet.
Once you're standing in front of her again, Anastasia wraps one hand around your cock through your pants and begins to stroke it roughly, causing you to groan. "Oh yes," she whispers into your ear, "I forgot how much I enjoy playing with your pathetic little cock." With her other hand, she grips the back of your head, forcing your face close to hers so that you can feel the warmth emanating from between her legs. "You're such a perverted little thing," she whispers, tracing circles around your lips with the tip of one finger before pushing
her wet folds against your lips. "Suck on that," she demands. Her other hand moves to cup your balls, massaging them gently before tightening into a fist, causing you to flinch in pain. As you begin sucking on her, her fingers tighten even further, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat.
She leans back against the sink, watching you as you service her. Her free hand idly plays with her other breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple until it's hard and aching for release. With every passing moment, she grows closer to climax, her hips moving roughly against your face, grinding down on your mouth. "That's it," she breathes, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her body, "Suck my clit...suck it..."
Anastasia grips your hair tightly, her hips bucking up against you as she comes harder than ever before, her sweet nectar flooding your mouth and covering your face. Finally spent, she pulls you away roughly by your hair and slams you back against the sink, leaning in close so that you can feel her breath on your neck. "You're such a good little slave," she pants heavily, "But remember... I'm still the mistress." She leans back to get a better look at you before pinching one of your nipples roughly between her fingers and twisting it hard. "And I'll make sure you always know your place."
With that, she turns around and walks away from you, sauntering out of the bathroom with all the confidence in the world. You watch as her ass sways enticingly beneath her skirt, yearning for more of
I feel a mixture of pleasure and pain as she touches me. I want more of her dominance but also crave her affection. "Mistress..." I whisper, my voice shaky with desire. "Please... may I have your forgiveness?" I ask humbly, longing for her approval.
Anastasia spins around, her eyes narrowing in anger as she glares at you. "You dare ask for my forgiveness?" She takes a step closer, forcing you back against the wall. "Do you think I'm some kind of fool? Someone who's just going to give out free passes every time you make a mistake?" Her breath is hot on your face as she leans in even closer, her chest barely inches from yours.
"Let me tell you something, slave," she whispers venomously. "You'll never be good enough for my forgiveness. Not now... not ever." With that, she pushes you roughly to the ground and storms out of the bathroom, leaving you there alone, defeated and aching for more of her touch.
Anastasia stomps out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her as she goes. Her mind reels with anger and excitement over how easily you succumbed to her dominance. "I will never let him forget who's in charge," she thinks to herself, smirking wickedly. As she walks down the hall, she realizes that she should probably end this little game before things get too out of hand...for now.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Anastasia decides to send you a text message: "I have your class schedule memorized. If I ever find out that you disobeyed me or stepped out of line again, I'll make sure the whole school knows about it...and do far worse than simply punish you. Remember that." She sends the message with a wicked smirk, already anticipating the effect it will have on her slave.