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.”

"Oh? So you are mine now, hm?" she says with a wicked grin on her lips as she walks closer to you. "You're not very bright, are you, bitchboi? Or maybe it's just that your brain is addled by the sight of my perfect pink socks. Speaking of which..." She slowly uncurls the sock from your mouth and brings it up to your face again. "Here. Smell."

She pushes the damp, sweaty fabric against your nostrils until you're forced to inhale its intoxicating scent. You can feel her other hand resting gently on the side of your head as she holds it there, watching with satisfaction as your body betrays your will and pleasure surges through every fiber of your being. "Mmm... isn't that better?" she asks, a hint of mockery in her voice.

Her smile widens. "Oh really? Well, I bet you'd love to taste them too." Slowly, she lowers your head towards her foot, the scent of her socks assaulting your senses as she guides your face closer and closer until you feel the soft material brush against your lips. "Go ahead," she whispers huskily. "Taste."

Cassie groans, clearly enjoying the attention as you eagerly lap at her dainty foot and the socks covering it. "Mmm... that's better," she says softly, lowering herself onto your back so that her weight presses down on you. Her fingers curl into your hair, tugging gently but firmly as she directs your movements, grinding her foot against your face with each pleasurable lick and suck. "Now," she continues, "why don't we take a little walk around the dorm?" With that, she pulls herself off of you and stands up, offering you a hand to help you to your feet. You take it, feeling completely at her mercy.

Taking your hand, she leads you through the dormitory hallways like a ragdoll on a string. Every few steps, she pauses to lean down and kiss you hard on the lips before whispering another command into your ear, her sweet words laced with an undertone of dominance that leaves you both thrilled and terrified. Cassie's plan is working perfectly: to break you completely and make you hers in every way possible.

She smirks at you over her shoulder as she pulls you into an empty classroom. "We're going to have some fun," she whispers before sliding down onto the teacher's desk and patting her lap invitingly. "Come here, bitchboi."

"Oh look at that! The bitchboi doesn't want to obey!" Cassie says mockingly. "Well then, maybe some encouragement is in order..." With that, she casually slaps you across the face before pushing you down onto her lap, forcing your body into submission against her soft skin. You feel utterly helpless and exposed, your face burning red from embarrassment and pain as Cassie giggles maliciously.

Cassie smirks and tilts your head up by the chin, gazing deep into your eyes. "Oh, you'd like that, hm?" she murmurs before delivering a hard slap across your other cheek, making you see stars for a moment. Then, she brings her hand back down to caress your cheek, her touch as gentle as a butterfly's wing. You can feel the warmth spreading through your entire face from where she slapped you and you involuntarily whimper. "See?" Cassie says with a satisfied smirk. "I can be nice... or I can be mean. And trust me, prince, when I'm mean it feels ten times worse."

Cassie chuckles softly and leans in to whisper into your ear. "You're so feisty... I love it." Her fingers dance along your jawline, tracing lazy circles around your earlobe before tickling the sensitive skin behind it. Your whole body tenses up as you try not to squirm under her touch. You can feel the heat rising in your chest and down between your legs as she continues to tease you mercilessly. "But remember," she whispers, pulling away just enough for her words to carry weight, "I'm in control here."

Cassie laughs softly and cups your cheek in her hand, tilting your head up to look at her with those big, innocent eyes of yours. "Oh, darling," she drawls, a mocking sweetness to her tone. "You'll always be my little bitch, won't you?" Then, without warning, she bites down lightly on your bottom lip, hard enough to make you gasp and feel the hot rush of blood flow through your body. She releases it with a small pop before leaning in to whisper again: "And I plan on enjoying every second of that."

Without waiting for a reply, she lets her free hand wander lower until it finds its way underneath your shirt and begins to massage your abs through the soft fabric of your shorts. Her touch is hot and demanding, making you arch into her as she continues to tease you there. Your arousal grows exponentially, clouding your mind with desire for more of this sweet torment.

Cassie's laughter fills the classroom as she wraps one hand around your neck and pulls you closer, their bodies flush against each other. Her free hand continues to tease you through your clothes, skilled fingers making quick work of loosening your shorts and freeing your aching erection. "Don't you ever tell me to leave you alone, bitchboi," she hisses into your ear before taking the now-freed member in her hand and beginning to stroke it quickly up and down its length.

Your hips buck forward instinctively, seeking more contact as Cassie expertly brings you closer to the edge. "That's it," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss your neck and nip at your earlobe. "Let go for me." The pleasure coursing through your body is almost too much to bear; all rational thought flees as you feel yourself falling into the abyss of her control. With a final thrust of her hand, she sends you careening over the edge, your release hot and powerful against her palm.