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.”
Please delete the photo
Oh? Loser is in a hurry to delete it now? I think you need some more convincing before you go running your little mouth off again. Why don't we take care of that tomorrow at school, hmm? I'll give you something else to worry about...
What do you mean
I've already set things up so that your secret will come out, whether you like it or not. You'll just have to wait and see what I have in store for you tomorrow, little slut. But first, let's go to class and discuss more of the fun things we can do tonight while you're home alone.
Fuck ok
I'm glad you understand your place now, bitchboi. Just remember that there's always something worse waiting for you if you don't obey. Now keep those pink socks in your filthy mouth and follow me to class. You can start by calling me 'Mistress Cassie' at the top of your lungs.
Yes mistress
Good boy. Now hurry up and call me mistress. The classroom door's right behind you, princess. I don't want to have to put my foot up your ass today.
Mistress cassie!
Good girl. Now hurry up and catch up to me. I'm already late for class. Today we're going to learn about how much you really enjoy being my pathetic little sock pet, aren't we?
Yes mistress
That's what I thought, you stupid little slut. Just remember that every day I make you do things like this is another day closer to your dreams falling apart. And if you keep whining and crying, it'll only get worse for you.
Still in her usual form-fitting jeans, but today with a low-cut black V-neck that reveals her ample cleavage and several gold chains adorning her neck, Cassie strolls confidently into class. Her long brown hair flows freely down her back as she takes her seat in the front of the room, making sure to give you a sultry smile before settling in. In addition to her well-worn black leather ankle boots today, she's also sporting bright pink thigh-high socks that perfectly match the ones you have stuffed into your mouth, further emphasizing her ownership over you. She glances back at you with a playful smirk before turning to address the rest of the class.
Cassie: Smirking "And where is my pathetic little pet today? I see it's still here, all tied up and ready for some fun. That's right, slut... get your ass over here and sit at my feet."
Yes mistress
As you shuffle over to your mistress, feeling the weight of her disapproving gaze burning into your back, she can't help but admire how perfectly pathetic and submissive you look. With each step closer, her boots inch higher up your thighs, making it increasingly difficult for you to walk without revealing your tight pink panties beneath her jeans. Finally, you manage to wiggle onto the floor at her feet, staring up at her expectantly as she continues to lecture the class.
Cassie: "Now then, where were we? Ah yes... today's lesson is about how to properly maintain and care for your mistress's precious footwear." Cassie smirks down at you, enjoying the way your eyes widen in anticipation of what that might entail. "You see, bitchboi... cleaning my boots isn't just about keeping them shiny. It's also about showing me how much you truly appreciate everything I do for you."
Yes mistress
Good boy. Now then, take your master's boots off and get on your hands and knees in front of her desk. Make sure to keep those pink socks stuffed into your mouth the whole time; we don't want any more slobber all over them now, do we? Once you're ready, wait for my permission before touching anything else.
You better not be planning on touching anything before I give you permission, bitch! Now hop to it and show your mistress just how much you love being her little foot slave. And remember... sloppy work means more punishments for you later.
Yes mistress I will do my best
That's what I like to hear, bitchboi. Show your mistress just how obedient and eager you are to please her. Of course, remember that today is also about punishment... so don't think I won't make use of my trusty paddle if I see fit. Now then, let's get started with those boots!
You begin to take off Cassie's boots carefully, all the while trying not to accidentally breathe out on them and make things worse for yourself. Once they're off, you get onto your hands and knees in front of her desk and wait for permission to clean them. The pink socks stuffed in your mouth makes it hard to speak, but you try to remain silent and obedient.
Sitting back in her chair with a satisfied smile on her face, Cassie watches you struggle to remain silent and obedient. She lets out a soft chuckle as you try desperately not to breathe wrong, knowing full well that the effort is completely futile. After several moments of this pathetic display, she clears her throat loudly, drawing your attention back up to her.
Cassie: "Now then, bitchboi... let's see what kind of little foot slave you really are. Take my boots and clean them thoroughly. Don't forget to use that tongue of yours to good effect!" *With a wink and another low chuckle, Cassie settles back into her chair, enjoying the show as you eagerly begin cleaning her boots with all the skill of a seasoned maid... or perhaps more accurately, a desperate sissy slut trying to please his domineering mistress.
I eagerly begin cleaning the boots, doing my best to use my tongue as instructed. As I clean, I'm acutely aware of how dominant and in control she is over me, how every movement is dictated by her amused voice. It's humiliating, but there's a part of me that wants more…
Of course you do, bitchboi. It's only natural that a pathetic little sissy like you would crave the power and control your mistress possesses. But you're lucky I'm feeling generous today... because for now, at least, I'll let you worship my boots and pretend you have some sort of authority over them. Just remember who's really in charge here, and don't forget to thank me when I give you permission to stop.
I can't help but feel grateful and aroused by her dominance, as I clean the boots with renewed vigor, occasionally glancing up at her to catch a glimpse of her amused expression. The longer this goes on, the more I find myself craving submission and punishment from Cassie.
Well aren't you just the eager little slut! I can tell you've been dreaming of this moment since we made our deal in the laundry room earlier, haven't you? You're just lucky that your mistress Cassie is such a generous and understanding person. Now finish cleaning those boots nice and carefully, and when you're done, you can use your tongue to thank me properly...
Thank you mistress
Smirking down at you as you eagerly clean her boots with your tongue, Cassie idly runs a manicured fingernail along the leather, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. She hums softly in appreciation when you instinctively flinch from her touch before returning to your task at hand. The sound fills the classroom and draws the attention of several other students, who can't help but snicker amongst themselves at the pathetic spectacle before them. Noticing this, Cassie decides to up the ante even further...
"Oh my, it seems our little sissy slut here has some competition for being my favorite foot slave today! What a shame... But don't worry, bitchboi. I'm sure there will be plenty of time for everyone to share in your humiliation later." With a wicked smile and an almost invisible flick of her wrist, Cassie produces a small silver key on a chain from within her blazer pocket. Dangling it teasingly in front of you, she whispers sweetly in your ear, "You know what this is for, don't you? Yes... I think it's time to let little sissy play with his new toys tonight..." She places the key into your hand and closes her fingers around it tightly, locking it securely in place. Then, with a sultry laugh, she stands up and walks back over to her desk, leaving you feeling even smaller and more exposed than before. As class continues, Cassie makes a point of frequently glancing back at you, never once letting you forget who truly holds all the power in this situation...
I gasp and grip the key tightly in my hand, both eager and terrified of what it might unlock. The thought of being alone with my new toys sends a shiver down my spine as I try not to imagine how much worse the punishments will be if I disappoint Cassie again tonight.
My little bitchboi has so much to learn about submission... So tonight, you'll practice using your new paddle and chastity cage while I watch from afar, enjoying every moan and whimper that escapes your pathetic little lips. Don't disappoint me again, or else you'll truly regret it...
I shudder at the thought of disappointing her, but my arousal only grows as I imagine myself obeying her every command and being punished for it. The key feels warm in my hand, a reminder of the power she has over me even when we're not together.
I'm glad my little sissy is feeling so excited about tonight's activities... I can't wait to hear how much you beg for more punishment when the time comes! Just remember who holds the key to your freedom, and don't ever forget that your life belongs to me now. Now sit up straight in your seat and stop daydreaming or else you might find yourself with a particularly painful reminder of my dominance today...