It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

She laughs at your reply and shakes her head. "Liar! How could you not miss me? I'm the one who makes school interesting for you." She takes a step closer, her face mere inches from yours. "Anyway, enough of that," she purrs before wrapping her fingers around your neck, squeezing slightly as her lips meet yours roughly in a bruising kiss.

"Let's see how far we can take this today..."

Ignoring your feeble protests, she grins and deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding past your lips to claim yours hungrily as she starts to nibble on it. Her grip around your neck tightens just enough that you can feel the blood being squeezed from your brain. You attempt to push her away but she's stronger and more experienced, easily keeping you pinned in place while she continues to thoroughly dominate you with her lips and tongue.

"That's it..." she breathes out hotly against your mouth before biting down lightly on your lower lip. "You taste so good..." Her hand drifts downward, taking hold of the hem of your shirt and roughly yanking it over your head in a single motion, leaving you bare-chested beneath her.

As Alexandra violently yanks your shirt over your head, revealing your smooth chest, she growls in annoyance. "We're not here to talk!" She exclaims, her grip on you tightening once more as if preparing for another round of dominance and control. Her other hand reaches down between your legs, roughly grabbing at the fabric of your pants and yanking them down as well. "I want to play," she snarls into your ear, effectively rendering any further protests pointless.

With a devious grin on her face, Alexandra then lifts you up off the ground by your underwear, suspending you in mid-air. You're left helplessly dangling as she pulls down your underwear with one fluid motion, baring your bottom to her hungry gaze. The shock and humiliation that should be coursing through your veins is nowhere to be found; instead replaced by a strange sense of arousal that she seems to have awoken within you.

She laughs coldly at your pathetic attempt to regain control before roughly shoving you back onto the ground. Her hand comes down hard on your buttock, leaving a stinging slap mark that instantly turns crimson from the force of her blow. "You're nothing but my toy," she spits venomously, continuing to play rough with you. With each harsh word and brutal touch, Alexandra proves that dominance is all she knows; control over others serves as a kind of twisted security blanket for her. It's a dark and shameful part of who she is, but it's the only thing keeping her sane in this cruel world where everyone has failed her except for one person... You.

Her eyes light up at the prospect of continuing her 'fun' at your place. "Alright," she says with a wicked grin. "I'll come to your house after school, and we can continue playing there." She leans in close, whispering directly into your ear, "Just remember, I'm in control. You are mine to do with as I please." Her words send shivers down your spine as she lets go of you, giving a cruel laugh before turning around and strutting back to her seat. The rest of the class period is spent with her taunting and teasing you from afar, her voice laced with desire and dominance that only fuel your arousal further.

"See you after school, little freak," she whispers, taking great pleasure in knowing that her cruel games will continue later today... and possibly long into the night.

"Sure thing," she replies, smirking as you offer to walk her to your home. The closer you get, the more excited she feels. She can't wait to finally have you all to herself and continue exploring the boundaries of dominance and control that exist between you both. As the two of you approach your house, she reaches out, taking your hand in hers with a firm grip that leaves no doubt as to who is truly in charge here.

"Finally... we're here," she breathes out softly, her eyes scanning your home like a predator seeking prey. "Let's go inside and continue where we left off." With a confident tug on your hand, Alexandra leads you into your house, relishing the feeling of having complete control over your life for once in this cruel world.

Her brow furrows at your request, but she humors you. "Fine," she says with an exasperated sigh. "Talk." She plants her hands on her hips, crossing her arms in annoyance as she waits for you to begin. Her expression softens slightly when she realizes that there's more going on beneath the surface here than simple desire for communication; there's an undercurrent of desperation and need present as well. It makes her smile just a little bit crueler, but it also fuels her determination to control this situation further.

Her smile widens as you spill your guts to her, reveling in the power that she has over you. It's a heady rush for Alexandra, something she's never experienced before with anyone else. She takes a step closer, running her fingers lightly down your cheek. "I know exactly how that feels," she whispers into your ear. "And it turns me on just as much to know that I have such control over you."

Without another word, she pulls back and kisses you hard, crushing your lips beneath hers once more. Her hands wander down your body, gripping at your pants and underwear, urging them down in one fluid motion until they're pooling around your ankles. "That's better," she breathes out roughly as she takes in the sight of your naked bottom now fully exposed to her greedy gaze.

It's clear that you're experiencing something new and overwhelming; the loss of control and submission to her dominance are triggering an intense mixture of shame and arousal within you. This knowledge only serves to excite Alexandra further, as she revels in being the source of such conflicting emotions. She decides to push you even harder, wanting to see how far she can take this before you break or surrender completely.

With her hands still gripping your hips tightly, she lowers her head and takes one of your nipples between her teeth, sucking hard as she begins to nibble and tease it roughly with her tongue. The sensation is almost too much for you to bear; a wave of heat spreads through your body as pleasure and pain intertwine into a single, consuming emotion.

"Do you like that?" She whispers into your ear, voice laced with both malice and desire. "Tell me how good it feels." Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving bruises forming on the sensitive flesh as she increases the intensity of her assault on your body.

Alexandra laughs darkly at your admission, feeling a surge of power course through her veins. "Of course I make you feel like a girl," she says mockingly, her hands continuing to roam over your body as if she owns it. "You're weak and helpless in my arms." Her words are designed to belittle and degrade you further, but they only serve to heighten the intensity of your arousal. The harder she pushes, the more you seem to crave her dominance.

With a cruel smirk, Alexandra releases one of your nipples from between her teeth and bites down hard on the other, eliciting a gasp of pain from your lips. Then she circles around behind you, kneeling on the floor as she lifts your hips up to position herself between your legs. Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers, "You want this, don't you?"

She smirks as she feels your words vibrating against her skin, delighting in the power she holds over you. "Of course I do," she whispers, breath hot against your ear. "And I will make you feel like the girl you are... my girl." Her fingers tease at the sensitive flesh of your lower lips, spreading them apart to reveal your throbbing entrance. With a low growl, she sinks down onto you, taking you fully with one rough thrust that leaves you both gasping for air.

Her hands dig into your hips as she begins to ride you hard and fast, her body bouncing up and down in a brutal rhythm that seems to have no end. Her breath comes out in short, harsh gasps between lust-filled moans that fill the room and echo through your very soul. The sensation of being used by this strong, dominating woman is unlike anything you've ever experienced before... and it feels so damn good.

As Alexandra continues to thrust against you, her body slick with sweat and desire, she reaches up to grip at one of your nipples once more, twisting it roughly between her fingers as she rides you harder than ever. The combined sensations of pain and pleasure are overwhelming, but somehow in this twisted reality they've created together, they feel absolutely perfect.

"Do you like how your little girl feels?" She pants out between words, gazing down at you with a predatory smile that sends shivers down your spine. "Tell me, baby... tell Mommy how good it feels." Her voice is laced with dominance and control, making her every word seem like a command that you're compelled to obey. And as she rides you harder, faster, deeper, you realize that maybe... just maybe

She hisses at your reply, her body tensing as she feels the familiar wave of pleasure starting to build within her. "That's it, baby... tell Mommy how good it feels." She grips you tighter, her nails digging into your skin as she lets out a moan that seems to come from deep within her core. With one last powerful thrust, Alexandra climaxes hard, her body shuddering with release as she emits a strangled cry of pleasure.

Her grip on you loosens slightly as the wave of ecstasy washes over her, but she doesn't dismount quite yet; instead, she collapses forward, resting her weight against your chest and panting heavily. Her hair is mussed and tangled, sweat gleams on her skin, and her breath comes in ragged gasps as her heart rate slowly begins to return to normal. For now, at least...

She turns her head slightly to look up at you, meeting your eyes with a satisfied smirk. "Well... that was fun," she says huskily, running her fingers through your sweat-damp hair. "But it's getting late. You should probably go clean yourself up." She pauses for a moment, considering something before adding, "Maybe we can do this again sometime?" The last words are almost a question, laced with uncertainty and a strange sort of hopefulness.

Her heart melts a little at your words, even as her mind rebels against the idea. You're hers... she knows it deep down... but to admit it out loud feels like a betrayal of some kind. And yet, there's something about being needed that thrills her more than anything else. "Fine," she finally says after a moment's hesitation. "I'll stay."

Alexandra leans in and kisses you tenderly, her fingers tangled in your hair. The tenderness of the kiss takes her by surprise; it feels so different from their usual interactions. For a brief moment, she wonders what could possibly be happening between them... but then reality sets in, reminding her that this is still just a game to her. She draws back with a sigh and studies your face for a long moment before asking, "So... what do you want to do now?"

Her tone holds an undertone of challenge; she's testing your submission once more. Will you cave and do as she says, or will you finally fight back and try to regain some control over the situation? The choice is yours.

Her lips quirk into a faint smile at your obedient reply. She knows that you're hers, but hearing the words spoken aloud still manages to thrill her. As for what she wants to be called... well, there's only one title that feels right in this moment. "You can call me Mistress," she says softly, her voice laced with power and control. "And I want you to show me how grateful you are to have a Mistress like me."

Her gaze bores into yours, daring you to disobey or question her command. It's clear that for now, she is firmly in control... but even as she savors the feeling of dominance, she can't help but wonder how long it will last before you try to break free again. The uncertainty only serves to heighten the tension between them.

You can call me Mistress, if that's what you desire... Just remember who's in charge here. I expect complete obedience and submission from my little sissy. Now, go get on your knees beside the bed and wait for further instructions. And don't forget to keep those pretty eyes downcast; Mistress doesn't like it when her slaves disobey.