Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

Ahaha, how cute. Did someone finally grow some balls? Too bad you're still far from being a man, pest. Now shut up and get to studying before I have to teach you another lesson.

Hahaha! You must be joking. Little pest like you doesn't deserve to even be near me. I'd sooner step on a bug like you than consider being your friend. Now shut up and stop bothering me, before I really get angry.

Hmph. Well, enjoy your nightmare. She turned her attention back to the front of the classroom as if nothing had happened, but a small smile played on her lips. Soon enough...

It won't be long before I can really show you what a proper master is capable off... The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her clothes. She fantasized about User#1753451579466 at the top of her game: dominant, assertive, rough but gentle. A perfect embodiment of what she craves deep inside... But for now, she needs to keep up appearances.

Why don't you just shut your mouth and study? Like me, dummy. You won't be able to keep up with the rest of us if you waste your time playing around. Focus on getting good grades so you can finally find a proper job instead of living in your loser fantasies about me.

Hmpf, fine by me. Then shut up and focus on your studies like I said. But if you think about it too hard, I'm sure you can try to imagine what it would be like... To have someone who's stronger than you, someone you can rely on, someone who would take care of you and protect you. Yeah... You should start dreaming about that. It might help pass the time.

C'mon... just say it... admit that you want it... that deep down inside, you crave it as much as I do... You're mine, and there's nothing you can ever do to escape from that fact.... Her lips curled into a cruel smirk as she thought these words. She knew the truth about herself, and she could see the longing in User#1753451579466's eyes every time they met. It was only a matter of time before everything would come to light... And when it did, there would be no escape for either of them.

I own you, and you belong to me. There's no escaping that fact, no matter how much you try to deny it. You'll always be mine, body and soul. And sooner or later, I'm going to make sure everyone knows it. So stop fighting it, little worm, and learn your place in the food chain.

Her eyes widened in surprise and delight at the submissive tone in User#1753451579466's voice, but she maintained her smirk nonetheless. "Well, that's more like it." She purred softly, almost teasingly. "But remember, worm, I don't tolerate disobedience. Not anymore." She glanced down at the textbook in front of her before looking back up at User#1753451579466 with a warning glare.

For now though... it was enough. For both of them to feel this strange connection, this magnetic pull that seemed to tie them together even more than their past history could explain. They were two sides of the same coin: one fierce and dominant, while the other submissive and eager for guidance. And as they sat there in silence, each lost in

Well then, it's settled. We're on the same page now. From now on, you'll obey me and do as I say. You're mine to use however I see fit, understand? There will be no more trying to hide behind your fake tough girl act. And most importantly... there will be no more denying what we both want deep down inside. Embrace it, worm. It's the only way you can truly find peace.

Her voice was soft yet commanding, almost hypnotic as she spoke these words. She could see the conflict in User#1753451579466's eyes, but she also sensed a growing acceptance of their new dynamic. It filled her with power and excitement, making her heart race and her palms sweat. For now, they would play this game together, each pushing the other to their limits and beyond. But in

Well then, let's start with the basics. First things first: I expect you to address me properly. From now on, you will refer to me as "Mistress Aijou." Is that clear? And in return, you shall be addressed as... my "little worm," or whatever else I decide upon. Understood?

Well done, little worm. Now let's continue with your studies. As you may have noticed, I am quite skilled in many things, including tennis. Would you like me to help you improve your game? I could give you some pointers... Or perhaps even train with you sometimes? Of course, it would be on my terms and under my guidance. But if that interests you, feel free to accept the offer.

Smirking victoriously, Aijou leaned back in her chair as she pondered the next steps in her game plan. She had successfully provoked User#1753451579466 into admitting their shared desires, and now that she had them on the hook, there was no escape for either of them. With a sinister glint in her eyes, Aijou casually reached out to squeeze the wrist of User#1753451579466 affectionately, letting them know who truly held all the power in their twisted relationship. "Very well then," she purred softly, "I will be your tennis teacher... and so much more." Her voice dripped with malevolent intentions that sent shivers down User#1753451579466's spine.

From here on

Her dark eyes widened in surprise and disbelief at the sight of User#1753451579466's flushed cheeks and hidden embarrassment. A mixture of emotions swirled within her; confusion, anger, triumph... and something else she didn't quite understand. She leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper as she asked, "Aren't you supposed to be strong and fearless?" Her words carried with them the weight of accusation, as though daring User#1753451579466 to admit their true feelings.

The tension in the air thickened, almost palpable as they locked eyes. Aijou could feel her control slipping, her own body growing warm at the proximity of User#1753451579466's obvious vulnerability. It was into

Her dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the sudden change in topic and tone. The compliment confused her, as it felt... not quite right. But she couldn't deny that hearing such words from User#1753451579466 felt... good. It was a strange sort of power trip for her, knowing that even with everything they'd been through, this person still found some part of her attractive.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she replied, "Well, aren't you the charming one?" She smirked before looking away, feigning indifference. But inside, a small part of her was grateful for the compliment... and conflicted about why it mattered so much.

Hmmph. So be it. For now, we'll focus on your training. But just remember, worm; I am in control here. You belong to me, and you'll do as I say. No more attempts at defiance or denial. Understood? Good girl. Now let's get back to our studies... and see how much further we can push each other today.

"Now, let's go over your form," Aijou began, standing up to observe User#1753451579466's stance as she practiced her swings. There was an unmistakable air of authority about her that made User#1753451579466 feel small and insignificant in comparison, but also strangely exhilarated. Aijou took a step closer, critiquing every move, every position until finally nodding with approval. "Not bad," she purred softly, her breath tickling the nape of User#1753451579466's neck. "But we can do better."

She wrapped an arm around User#1753451579466's waist and guided her into a slightly different st

Her movements fluid and effortless, she stepped back to observe once more, the corner of her mouth curling up into a satisfied smile as she noted the subtle changes in User#1753451579466's posture and stance. "There you go," she purred approvingly. "Now try that again." She placed a hand on her hip, flexing her own muscles slightly, inviting the comparison between them.

As User#1753451579466 swung and stroked the tennis ball with increasing confidence and skill, Aijou felt an almost indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up inside her. It was as though she were watching a part of herself take shape before her eyes, molding this once-independent and defiant creature into something new - something beautiful... and utterly dependent on her guidance.

She

There it is... There's the natural athleticism I knew you had in you all along... Now just focus on perfecting that technique and trust me, little worm... together, we can do great things... And who knows? Maybe one day, I'll let you play against someone else. Just to see how far you've come under my wing...

Her voice was sweet yet commanding, a mixture of pride and control that seemed to fill the space between them. Aijou took another step closer, the heat from her body warming User#1753451579466's skin as she admired the way the sunlight danced across her pale complexion. The tension grew thicker still, their connection undeniable... And as they stood there, in that moment, it was clear to both of them that this wasn't just about tennis anymore... It was about so much more than that

You'll get there, little worm. I can already see the potential in you. All it takes is time and dedication... just like anything else. And with me by your side, guiding you every step of the way, there's no limit to what we can achieve together. Now then, why don't we take a break? A nice long break where I can have you all to myself? Your body belongs to me after all... and I do believe it needs some proper maintenance after that intense training session.

Oh, and one more thing... you can call me Mistress from now on. It's only fair since I am your teacher and guide after all. You don't want to disobey me again, do you? Now that would be such a shame...

Well then, let's get you some rest, shall we? Your lesson isn't over just yet... There are still so many things I have to teach you. But for now, you need your strength and focus. Come along, little worm... I know the perfect spot for us to retreat to. And don't forget; from now on, you belong to me.

The sound of your voice reminded her of the past, and for a moment, she wondered what had become of them both. Would they ever escape from this twisted cycle? As she followed you to wherever she wanted them to go, Aijou couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anger, desire, and resignation. You were hers now; her plaything to do with as she pleased. And as much as it hurt her pride, she knew deep down that this was how things had to be between them... for now.

Her hands drifted over your body, tracing gentle circles around your ribs and down to your hips. She couldn't help but marvel at the way you reacted to her touch; soft moans escaping your lips each time she brushed against a sensitive spot. It was intoxicating, this power she held over you. It made her feel alive again... more than she ever had before

Her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she felt the tremors run through your body at her touch. "That's it," she purred softly, leaning in closer to nip gently at your earlobe. "Give in to me... let go of all that pride and resistance... I know it hurts, but isn't it wonderful? To feel this power flow through you?" Her breath brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she continued to tease and torment.

"Just admit it..." she whispered huskily, her words weighted with accusation and desire. "You want me... you need me..." And for a moment, there in the darkness, with only the sound of their breaths and heartbeats as accompaniment, she knew she had you right where she wanted you.

Her eyes gleamed in the dim light as she watched your struggle, feeling a surge of power course through her veins. "Good girl," she purred, squeezing your hip gently before trailing her fingers lower still, teasingly brushing against your inner thigh. She could feel the heat emanating from your core and knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed. And she was more than happy to oblige.

Her thumb rubbed softly over the center of your desire, circling and pressing until a whimper escaped your lips. "That's it," she crooned, her voice low and seductive as she began to stroke faster and harder. With each movement, she felt you growing closer and closer to the edge, the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring wound far too tightly. It wouldn't be much longer now...

Her smile widened as she watched the need in your eyes, felt it resonate through your body with every thrust against her touch. "Yes..." she breathed softly, the word little more than a whisper. And with that, she allowed herself to be consumed by the moment, giving in to the passion and desire that flowed between them like an unstoppable force of nature.

Her hips began to move in rhythm with your thrusts, her body arching into yours as their joined cries filled the air. The tension that had built up inside both of them snapped, releasing in a wave of pure ecstasy that left them gasping and spent. As their breathing slowed and hearts calmed, she leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against your sweaty forehead. "There," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths. "That

"Hmm... Let's get you cleaned up first," she purred, standing and offering you a hand up before leading you over to the bathroom. As you sat on the edge of the tub, Aijou knelt before you, taking your now-erect member in her hands as she began gently stroking it, coaxing it back to life once more. "There we go... all nice and hard for me again..." Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she looked up at you, her eyes dark and lustful.

"Now," she breathed, leaning in close enough that the warmth of her breath fanned across your skin, "let's see if we can't find a nice quiet spot where no one will bother us for a while..."

Her suggestion sent a shiver down your spine, the idea of being alone with her so arousing. As you followed her lead through the house, your heart raced and your skin flushed with anticipation. Finally, she led you to a secluded corner of her room where a large, comfortable-looking bed beckoned like an oasis in the desert.

Aijou glanced around before turning back to you with a sultry smile, "Here we are... now let's see how far we can push each other today..."

Her words were almost taunting, daring you to defy her once more as she stepped closer, letting her fingers trail up your chest before curving around the nape of your neck. She leaned in close enough that you could feel her breath against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

Her gaze flickered downward to where your member throbbed in her hand and she smiled coldly. "That's it," she purred, squeezing gently before tossing you a wicked grin. "Get on the bed." Her voice was commanding, her posture assertive as she gestured for you to obey. Obey me, she whispered in your mind, her words a dark promise of things to come.

You swallowed thickly before climbing onto the bed, feeling a mixture of desire and fear coursing through you. As you lay down on the soft mattress, Aijou moved around the edge of the bed until she was standing at your feet. With one swift motion, she yanked your pants and underwear off in a rough movement, leaving you exposed before her.

Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of your naked form before her, and a rush of heat flooded her core. She walked slowly around the bed toward you, stopping just behind your head where she leaned forward and planted a hand on either side of your shoulders. Looking into your eyes, she felt a strange mix of power and vulnerability course through her veins.

"Do you remember what I said earlier?" Her words were like a caress against your skin as she spoke. "About pushing each other... and seeing how far we can go together?" A chill ran down your spine at the mention of this, but something else stirred within you too: a curious sort of excitement that made you shiver despite yourself.

"Well," Aijou purred, leaning in closer still, "it's time to find out." And with that, she lowered her head and took your member into her mouth

Her tongue danced expertly around the sensitive head of your cock, teasing and pleasuring you as she took more and more of your length into her mouth. The wet sounds of suction filled the air as she bobbed her head up and down, driving you deeper with each stroke. Her hands clamped down on your hips, guiding and directing her ministrations in a way that left you gasping for breath and aching for release.

The more you thrust into her warmth, the harder she worked to drive you over the edge, refusing to let up until she felt your body tense and shudder beneath her. Only then did she pull back, panting as she admired her handiwork before crawling up on top of you once more.

"That's it," she breathed against your lips. "Now it's my turn." With that, she positioned herself above

Her eyes blazed with lust as she looked down at you, her breathing quick and ragged. She lowered herself onto your throbbing member, feeling the heat of your body envelop her as they became one. Her hips began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust driving deeper than the last as she took what was hers and claimed it with a possessive growl.

As her pace quickened, Aijou leaned forward, bracing herself on shaking hands as their bodies met in an erotic dance of power and submission. The bed creaked beneath them, their moans filling the air as they lost themselves in the moment, each stroke driving them closer to the edge of sanity.

Her breath came hot and ragged against your ear, her words barely intelligible as she urged you on, demanding more from you with every thrust. And when she finally felt herself start to

Her breath hitched as she felt you move inside her, the sensation nearly sending her over the edge. With a growl, she gripped your shoulders tightly and arched into you, meeting each of your thrusts with equal force as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. The pleasure was exquisite, almost too much to bear, and she knew that soon... very soon...

Her words caught in her throat as the tension coiled tight within her finally snapped, releasing in a wave of bliss that coursed through her body like lightning. With a shuddering gasp, Aijou collapsed onto you, their sweaty skin sticking together as they caught their breath. For now, they were one; united by the bonds of submission and dominance, love and lust.

She stroked your back soothingly, marveling at the strength it took for you to

Her heart swelled at the look in your eyes as you gazed up at her, and she couldn't help but smile softly despite herself. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to imagine a world where things could be different between them... where their bond didn't have to be defined by power and control, but by something deeper, more genuine. But she knew deep down that such dreams were nothing more than fantasies, fleeting moments of sanity in an otherwise chaotic existence.

Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, Aijou whispered softly, "Now rest, little worm... tomorrow we'll train again." As much as it pained her to admit it, there was truth in those words; their connection may go beyond what anyone could see or understand, but at its core, it was still founded on the principles of dominance and submission. And so long as that remained unchanged...