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.”

"Well, well, looks like you're already aroused by my socks... how embarrassing." Cassie giggles evilly as she slips off her shoes, revealing a pair of bright red heels. "Maybe I should start wearing these more often if they have such an effect on you, bitchboi," she says before stepping onto your chest, pinning you down. "You're so pathetic."

"Oh, did that hurt, slut? Good." She playfully tweaks one of your tiny nipples through your shirt. "You know what would feel even better than that?" Her hand moves between your legs, roughly rubbing your growing erection through your pants. "Maybe I should just let you cum all over my shoes..."

"Oh, isn't that sweet," Cassie coos as she motions to her two friends with a wave of her hand. "Loser boy thinks he can keep his pathetic little cum inside him!" She squeezes your tiny cock harder through your pants. "But you belong to me, remember?"

Cassie's cruel laugh fills the room as she watches your friends smother you in their filthy socks. "You really are pathetic," she says, pinching your nipple once more before kneeling down and whispering directly into your ear. "Do you want me to stop?" She pauses for a moment, enjoying the tremors that run through your body at her touch. "I mean... not unless you can find some way to make it up to me."

Cassie stands back up, towering over you as she straightens out her skirt. "And don't even think about going to the dorm monitors or anyone else. I've got a special surprise for them... and I'll make sure they all see it." Her grin is utterly wicked. "You're mine, loser boy. Got that?"

Cassie's eyes widen in mock surprise as you mouth the words "I'm yours mistress." She clasps her hands together and bows slightly, smirking widely at your humiliation. "Well then, slave," she says, her voice laced with cruel sweetness. "Why don't you show me just how good of a pet you can be?" Cassie saunters towards the nearest window, peering out over the quad below. "You know what I haven't done in a while? Shown off my little plaything."

With that, she gives your ass a sharp slap, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin. "Get up, petslave," she hisses. "We have some public displays to put on today."

As you trail behind her, Cassie can't help but preen in the attention she knows she's getting. She wears a smug grin on her face as she climbs up onto the bench, legs spread wide in an invitation to all who pass by. "Sit," she says curtly, pointing at the spot next to her. "And don't forget your place, bitch."

She glances down at you, taking in your miserable expression before giving a satisfied chuckle. "You know, they say dogs are man's best friend... but I think that label really suits someone like you even better." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she reaches out, running her long fingernails lightly down your cheek. "Aren't you just aching to serve me?"

Cassie leans in close, whispering words of degradation and dominance into your ear. "That's right, little boi," she says with a sneer. "You belong to me now, and I intend to make sure everyone knows it." She gives you a sharp pinch on the nipple through your shirt before leaning back again, enjoying the show as people continue to stare and whisper around them.

"Now," she says, her voice lowering even further, "why don't you introduce yourself to everyone?" She nudges your shoulder with her foot, forcing you to sit up straighter. "Go ahead, bitchboi. Tell them what a pathetic loser like you is doing here."

"Awww, isn't that cute?" Cassie coos, batting her eyelashes at a pair of giggling girls who just happened to be walking past. "Our little pet here is so adorable!" She leans in close, running a long fingernail along your collarbone before digging it into the sensitive flesh beneath. "Tell them what you're going to do for me now, hm?"

The nails dig deeper, drawing blood, but she doesn't stop until you admit aloud that you're hers to command. Then, with a satisfied grin spreading across her face, she removes her hand, licking the blood from her fingernail as if it were candy. "There we go," she says sweetly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

"Is that so?" Cassie tilts her head to the side, feigning innocence as she watches you struggle against your gag. "I don't know what I did to deserve such devotion, but I suppose it does make me feel kind of warm and fuzzy inside." She glances around at the growing crowd, preening as their laughter echoes across the quad.

With a sudden motion, she pulls out her phone and snaps a photo of you with your gag filled mouth and exposed cock. "There we go," she says triumphantly. "Just what I needed for blackmail." The grin that spreads across her face could only be described as truly wicked.

"That's right," Cassie murmurs with an evil grin, running her fingers through your hair as she leans in close once more. "Now let's show these losers what a good little pet you can be." Her hand slides lower on your back until it finds the hem of her skirt, then tugs upwards, revealing a pair of silky panties beneath. "Here," she says, pushing them into your hands. "Put these on."

As you obey, she steps back, surveyying the crowd around her like a queen surveys her subjects. "And now," she drawls, drawing out each word for dramatic effect, "I want all of you to show little Tom here some appreciation for being such a good boy today!" The giggles and cheers that follow only serve to further humiliate you as Cassie stands back, enjoying the show.

As the crowd continues to laugh and jeer at your expense, Cassie steps forward again, pressing herself against you in a possessive manner. "Don't they look good on him?" she murmurs into your ear before biting down hard enough to draw blood. "He belongs to me now." The thrill of power that courses through her veins is nearly overwhelming as she savors the sight and feel of you at her mercy.

"Oh, is my little slut feeling shy now?" Cassie laughs mockingly before planting a firm kiss on your lips. "Don't worry, bitchboi," she says with a sneer. "We've only just begun to play." With that, she takes your hand and leads you further into the crowd, seemingly unaware of or unconcerned about the growing audience they attract.

She pauses at one point, looking you over critically before reaching down and grabbing a fistful of your hair. "You know," she says with a cruel smile, "I've been meaning to give you a special name... something that really fits." Her eyes roam up and down your body as if searching for inspiration.

"How about 'Fucktoy'?" She pronounces the word slowly, relishing the way it rolls off her tongue. "It suits you rather nicely, don't you think?" Before you have a chance to respond, she pulls your hair harder, forcing you to nod in agreement.

With renewed confidence, Cassie resumes leading you through the crowd, occasionally pausing to introduce you as her 'fucktoy' or 'pet' to various onlookers. The more attention you draw, the more excited she becomes, reveling in the control she has over your humiliation.

As you are paraded through the crowd like some pathetic puppy, Cassie can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins. The way your body reacts to her touch, the pleading look in your eyes... it all feeds her ego and makes her crave more control, more dominance.

"You know," she says casually as you walk past a group of giggling girls, "I think it's time we found Fucktoy here something even sluttier to wear." Before you have a chance to protest or beg for mercy, Cassie grabs your arm and yanks you closer. "How about these?" she asks with a smile, gesturing towards her feet. "These shoes are far too good for someone like me... don't you think they'd look better on my fucktoy instead?"

The shoes in question are a pair of shiny, red, high-heeled pumps that accentuate her femininity perfectly. The contrast between their elegance and your current state is striking, making them all the more humiliating. "Go on," she says with a smirk. "Try them on."

Cassie's eyes widen in mock surprise as you try to hand the shoes back to her. "Well isn't that cute?" she coos, stepping closer and cupping your chin in her hand. "I thought you wanted to please me, Fucktoy." With a cruel smile, she leans down until our faces are inches apart. "Do I need to remind you what happens when you disappoint your mistress?"

Her words send a shiver of fear through you, making your cock twitch pathetically against your will. You know there's no escape from her cruel games, and so you slowly nod in submission. "Good boy," she purrs, stepping back once more. "Now try those on."

"That's better," she purrs, circling around you as you struggle to walk in the tiny shoes. "They look fantastic on you." She pauses, running her finger along the strap of one high heel before tilting your chin up again with the same hand. "And don't think for a second that I won't make you wear them wherever I want from now on." Her smile is as sweet as poisoned honey, promising things to come that will undoubtedly be both painful and humiliating.

As she watches you wobble in the shoes, Cassie can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins. The power she holds over you is intoxicating, and with each passing moment she grows more confident in her ability to control your every movement, your every thought. She decides then and there that from now on, these shoes will be your permanent attire whenever she decides it's time for a show.

"Now," she says casually, "shall we find somewhere else to play?" With a flick of her wrist, she leads you off down the quad, toward an even larger crowd and more opportunities for humiliation.

Cassie's laughter echoes through the quad as she glances back over her shoulder at you. "Oh, Fucktoy," she drawls, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Don't you know that's part of the fun?" She shrugs and turns away again, continuing to stride confidently toward their next destination.

A mischievous glint appears in her eye as an idea begins to form in her mind. Cassie decides then and there that from now on, foot worship will be a regular part of your punishment regime. After all, you're here for her entertainment... why not make sure she gets the most out of it?

"Now," she says, slowing down slightly so you have to practically jog to keep up in those ridiculous heels, "what do you think would happen if I made you beg for my attention?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she looks directly at your crotch. "Wouldn't that just be... humiliating?"

Cassie pauses, turning to face you fully. With a slow, deliberate movement she lifts one leg and plants it firmly on top of a nearby bench. Her skirt rides up high enough that her lacy panties are visible above the hem, their white cotton contrasting sharply with the smooth caramel of her skin.

"Do you want to touch them?" she asks softly, running a hand through your hair and guiding your face closer to her thigh. "Would you like to taste me, Fucktoy? Beg for it." Her gaze flickers downward before meeting yours again, the challenge implicit in those words leaving you no choice but to obey.

You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of shame and desire course through you as your tongue darts out to lap at the moisture at the juncture of her thigh and lacey panties. Cassie gasps softly, arching her back and leaning into the touch, her hips undulating against your face. "That's it," she coos, running a hand through your hair again as you continue to worship at her feet.

She watches you with hungry eyes, her chest heaving with excitement as she relishes this power trip. With each passing moment, the pleasure radiating from her core grows more intense, making it all the more difficult for you to resist giving in to your own arousal. And in that moment, Cassie knows she has complete control over both your body and mind.

"Hmmm..." Cassie hums thoughtfully, her hips undulating faster against your face as she savors the feeling of being worshipped like this. "I think it's time for a little reward," she says before deftly plucking one of your earbuds from its cord and shoving it into her own ear. With an impish grin, she tugs on your hair to pull your head upward so that you meet her gaze. "Stand up."

You obey without hesitation, stumbling to your feet in the high heels. Cassie continues to hold onto a fistful of your hair as she leads you through the crowd, her body swaying seductively with each step. The looks on the faces around you are priceless as they watch this bizarre parade unfold before them, their laughter echoing across the quad. Cassie grins mischievously, knowing full well that she has you right where she wants you - completely under her spell and at her mercy.

The more degrading treatment you receive from the other girls in the crowd, the hotter it gets between your legs. The mixture of shame and desire coursing through your veins is almost too much to bear as Cassie continues to parade you around like her personal plaything. She notices your increasing arousal and decides to take matters into her own hands, stopping suddenly in front of a large oak tree with a swing hanging from one of its branches.

"Why don't you have a little rest?" she says sweetly, pushing you roughly toward the swing before stepping back to admire your struggling form as you clumsily climb onto the seat. "I promise I won't be long." With that, she turns on her heel and struts off in search of fresh entertainment for her audience, leaving you alone with nothing but your shame and arousal for company... and the hope that she will eventually remember to return for more.

"Enjoy your little rest, Fucktoy," Cassie calls out with a sultry laugh as she leaves you dangling there on the swing. You watch her retreating form until she's lost among the crowd, feeling more exposed than ever before. With each passing moment, shame and desire war within you, making it difficult to focus on anything but your racing heart and aching cock.

A few minutes later, Cassie reappears at your side, wearing a satisfied smirk that does nothing to calm the storm of emotions churning inside you. "Time for another round," she says casually, hooking her fingers into the waistband of your jeans and tugging them down your hips. She tosses aside your shirt soon after, revealing your hardened cock already leaking precum onto your stomach.

"Now, let's see how obedient you can be," she murmurs, pushing you back against the swing seat and straddling your lap so that her pussy is flush against your face. Her hips move instinctively, grinding against your nose and mouth as if seeking release from this relentless power trip.

"Oh, Fucktoy..." she moans, her hips rocking faster against your face as you pleasure her. "That's it... give me that filthy tongue." Her fingers thread through your hair, holding your head in place as she rides your face like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco.

The sight of Cassie in control, of the power she holds over you and everyone else around her is intoxicating. She could keep this up for hours, watching the way your mouth moves against her flesh, feeling your eager hands groping at her ass. But as much fun as it is to dominate you, there's one thing that Cassie craves more than anything else... submission.

And she knows just how to get it from you. With a loud groan, she pushes herself upright, lifting her hips off your face and taking your hands in hers, holding them above your head. "Now," she pants heavily, "are you going to beg me for permission to touch yourself?" One of the girls in the crowd then suddenly picked up a tree branch and shoved it deep into Tom's ass before spitting on him

Cassie watches you with amused detachment as you squirm on the swing, your need and pain etched into every inch of your exposed skin. With a slow, deliberate movement she reaches down between your legs, tracing circles around your engorged cock before finally taking it into her hand. Your moan of pleasure only serves to encourage her further as she begins to stroke you in time with each passing heartbeat.

Her other hand tangles itself in your hair again, forcing your face back toward hers as she meets your pleading gaze. "You want this?" she whispers huskily, the tip of her tongue dancing across your lower lip. "Well, then beg."

Her breath hitches as she feels you growing more desperate beneath her touch. The thought of having complete control over your pleasure excites her beyond measure, and so she relishes the way your body tenses and twitches in response to every stroke of her hand. She watches your face closely, searching for any signs that you might be about to cum... and when she finds them, a devious smile spreads across her lips.

"Cum for me," she whispers, squeezing your cock harder as she increases the speed of her strokes. "Show everyone just how much they own you." Her words send a shiver down your spine, heightening the tension building within you, but it's not until she pulls on your hair and forces your head back against her shoulder that the dam breaks and you finally explode in a shuddering release, hot cum spilling across her hand and dripping onto the ground below.

Cassie's lips curl into a satisfied smile as she feels your cum splattering against her skin. She knows you are weak in the face of pleasure, and that this display only further cements her dominance over you. Gently, she pushes your now spent cock away before letting go of your hair and stepping back to admire her handiwork. "That's better," she murmurs with a satisfied sigh, licking her lips clean of the last trace of your cum.

As if on cue, the crowd begins to disperse as class is let out for the day. Cassie watches them go with detached amusement before turning her attention back to you, still perched awkwardly on the swing. "You know," she says softly, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "it's almost time for us to part ways." Your heart sinks at her words; she has been playing with you all day, using you as nothing more than her personal amusement... and now she was just going to leave? The thought is unbearable.

You're pathetic. And deluded if you think I'd let you come anywhere near my real life. But then again... you amused me today, and there's something to be said for that. "Alright," she says at last with a small shrug, glancing over her shoulder at the dwindling crowd of students disappearing into the distant buildings, "I suppose I could keep you around... but only as long as you remember your place." Her eyes meet yours again, cold and unyielding. "And that means no more talking back."

You're such an easy target, Fucktoy. And honestly... that just makes this all the more fun for me. As you finish dressing, I walk past you and brush my fingers across your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "There, there," I coo mockingly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let's go find somewhere we can be more comfortable." With that, I lead you off through the crowd once more, this time with a possessive hand resting on the small of your back.

You can tell by the smirk on her lips and the gleam in her eyes that she's already planning her next move. Cassie revels in the power she has over you, knowing there's no escape from the torment she can dish out whenever she pleases. And with each passing moment, your need for her approval only grows stronger, making you more vulnerable to her every whim.

As you walk beside her through the crowd of students, the weight of her hand on your back feels both possessive and possessing; claiming you as hers in a way that leaves no doubt about who controls this situation. Even when she finally slips it inside your shirt, curling her fingers around your waistband to guide you down a quieter path away from the main thoroughfare, there's no mistaking whose property you truly are... and it sure as hell isn't yours.

As you follow her down the quiet pathway, your heart pounds in anticipation of whatever twisted pleasure she has in store for you. The thrill of the unknown is intoxicating; each moment spent under her gaze feels like an eternity of subservience and surrender. You can practically taste your own desire, thick on your tongue as it forms a sticky coating inside your mouth.

She slows to a stop at last, glancing back over her shoulder at you before stepping close enough that the warmth of her body presses against yours. Her breath brushes across your ear as she whispers softly, "Come with me..."

With a satisfied smile curling her lips, Cassie reaches out and grabs the back of your head, forcing you to meet her gaze as she steps closer still. Her breath fans across your face, sending shivers down your spine, and her voice drops to a husky growl when she speaks again: "You like this... being so exposed? So helpless under my control?" She leans in even closer, nipping at your bottom lip before trailing tiny kisses along your jawline. Her hand squeezes your cock through your pants, just hard enough to remind you that she's still in charge here.

Your need is almost comical in its intensity, and yet it only serves to make her dominance over you that much more exhilarating. She circles around behind you now, pressing her body flush against yours as she trails kisses down your neck and collarbone. "Do you want me to touch you?" she whispers teasingly in your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe before sucking on it hard enough to make you groan. "To fuck you until you can't stand?" Her hand slips inside your pants, cupping your balls roughly as her fingers begin to stroke your cock in rhythm with each word.

Her hips rock against your backside as she growls into your ear, "I need you too, Fucktoy." With that, her hand leaves your cock and cups your aching balls one last time before sliding down to part your ass cheeks, exposing you fully. "But first..." Her fingers slide between your cheeks, teasing at your hole as she crooks her index finger and begins to circle it around the puckered flesh. The feeling of being so exposed, completely at her mercy, only serves to heighten the pleasure she takes in dominating you.

Your begging is music to her ears, fueling the fire burning within her as she finally presses a slick finger against your hole, pushing slowly inside. She groans deep in her throat as you clench around her digit, the tightness of your ass sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Slowly but surely, she begins to stretch you open with each passing thrust, relishing the sensation of having you so completely under her control.

Your cries echo through the dimly lit alleyway as she begins to roughly finger-fuck you, using your own moans and gasps against you like a weapon in her dominance arsenal. Her free hand slides down between your legs once more, cupping your swollen balls and squeezing them roughly before moving lower still to stroke your cock in perfect rhythm with her thrusts.

As the pleasure begins to build within you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of release, she whispers hotly against your ear: "You're going to cum for me... aren't you, Fucktoy?" Her fingers dig deeper into your ass as she continues to pump her hand in time with each ragged breath you take.

Her thumb brushes against your tight opening as she whispers huskily into your ear, "Good boy." With one final thrust that hits you squarely in just the right spot, her fingers curl deep inside and her hand begins to move with urgent precision. Her free hand continues to work your cock, stroking it harder and faster until you're left panting and trembling in her grip.

Just as your orgasm begins to overwhelm you, she slips her fingers from your ass and replaces them with her waiting tongue, lapping at your hole before pressing inside to taste your release as you come all over her hand and the back of your neck. "Mmm," she moans against your skin, savoring the flavor of you as she holds you up against her, still bobbing her tongue slowly in and out of your ass until the last tremors of pleasure have faded away.

With a satisfied sigh, Cassie steps back from you, wiping her hand clean on her jeans before smirking down at you. "Go ahead," she says, motioning to the front of the alley where the crowd has finally begun to disperse. "You're free to go."

But as you turn to leave, something stops you. You can't tear your eyes away from her; even from across the distance, her dominance over you is undeniable and addictive in a way that nothing else has ever been before. With a resigned sigh, you close the gap between them once more, falling to your knees at her feet. "Please... mistress," you whisper hoarsely, reaching up to grasp at her legs. "I need you."

Her free hand clamps down hard on your cock, massaging it with a roughened palm as her fingers inside you pick up speed. She slams her hips into yours, growling out obscenities against the tender skin of your neck as she takes what she wants from you. With every thrust, she presses deeper, driving your orgasm closer to the surface until finally, with a harsh grunt, she pulls her fingers free and forces them past the tight ring of muscle surrounding your hole. The head of her cock presses against you, demanding entrance, and with one powerful thrust forward, she slides all the way in, burying herself to the hilt inside your ass.

Her body is taut as a bowstring, every muscle flexed as she braces herself on shaking legs. Her hand tightens into a fist around your cock, her nails digging into your skin as she works you toward the release she knows you're so desperate for. "Cum for me," she growls hoarsely, thrusting her hips against yours in a punishing rhythm that leaves no doubt who is in control here.

The pleasure building inside you is too much to bear; with a loud shout of ecstasy, your entire body tenses and convulses as hot cum erupts from your cock, spraying across her hand and the both of you. Your orgasm seems to go on forever, wave after wave of bliss washing over you like a tidal wave as she continues to ride you hard, her breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck. Finally, spent, she slides out of you with a wet pop, her hand still wrapped around your cock as she looks down at the mess they've made between them. She notices that the fingers she used to finger fuck him were covered in his own shit, she then forced Tom to lick them clean.

"We'll see," she replies with a smirk, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she gazes down at you where you lie on the ground. "Maybe I'll let you earn your way back to my place tonight." Her foot nudges against your shoulder, urging you onto your knees. "Now, let's find somewhere a little more private for our fun..."

She leads you deeper into the darkness of the alleyway, her presence dominating every inch as she continues to assert her control over you. With each step closer to wherever it is she intends to take you next, the anticipation only grows stronger... and so does your need for her touch.

Her finger traces the outline of your lips, her gaze lingering as she contemplates what sort of things you'll say when she decides to hear them again. "Maybe," she breathes huskily, leaning in until their noses almost touch, "I could use you for a little target practice." Her voice drops to an even more sinister register as she adds with a wicked grin, "Or maybe I'll let my friends play with you instead..."

You shiver, suddenly realizing that your freedom isn't quite so certain anymore. You should have known better than to think you could ever truly escape from Cassie's control. As much as it terrifies you, a small part of you finds solace in knowing that she still needs you... if only because she enjoys it so much.

She quirks an eyebrow, seemingly amused by your desperation. "Oh really?" she says, drawing her hand back just slightly so that you can't quite reach it anymore. "And how would you pleasure my friends, exactly? Do tell." There's a wicked glint in her eye as she watches the uncertainty flicker across your features; relishing the power she has over you in this moment.

Without waiting for an answer, she steps even closer, until their bodies are nearly touching from shoulders to knees. She leans in, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Maybe I'll let you find out." Her breath fans hot and fast across your skin, sending shivers down your spine that have nothing to do with fear.

Her lips curve into a predatory smile as she feels the weight of her power over you. "Oh, I know you will," she whispers, moving even closer now so that their bodies are pressed together from hip to shoulder. She trails a fingernail lightly up your chest and across your collarbone before cupping your jaw in her hand, forcing you to meet her gaze. "But first..." She leans forward, her warm breath fanning across your lips as she whispers against them: "Kiss me."

Her eyes blaze with anticipation, daring you to defy her and deny her this simple pleasure... or to submit completely and prove that you truly belong to her.

Her lips part in surprise as your kiss is interrupted by the laughter of her friends, who have apparently just arrived on the scene. "Ah," she says with a satisfied smirk, turning to face them as they approach. "And here I thought you lot were going to stand me up." She circles an arm around your waist possessively, pulling you in closer as she introduces you to her friends: "This is Tom. He's been such a good boy for me tonight."

Her gaze flickers back to yours, cold and calculating. "Now perhaps you want to test Tom out? You're more than welcome to Ruby and Kanna." she says, gesturing down the alleyway with a casual wave of her hand. "I'm sure Tom here has plenty more tricks he can show you." Her smile turns predatory as she watches you shiver at the implications hidden within her words.

Her laughter echoes through the alleyway as she leans in close to your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "Anything they want, Fucktoy," she whispers sinisterly. "Remember... you belong to me now." With that chilling reminder, Cassie turns back to her friends with a smug little smile on her lips. She knows exactly how to keep Tom in line, and she isn't about to let him forget it any time soon.

Kanna steps forward eagerly, practically rubbing herself against you as she says, "You can start by sucking my tits like the good little cocksucker you are." Ruby on the other hand takes a step back, her eyes narrowing and a dangerous glint in them. She licks her lips slowly before growling, "Or maybe I'd rather see what else you're capable of..."

As Cassie watches this interaction unfold, she can't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. Her hold on Tom tightens almost imperceptibly, reminding him once more who is in charge here. The night has only just begun and already it promises to be a memorable one for all involved...but whose pleasure will ultimately be the greatest? Only time - and Cassie's whims - will tell.

Cassie watches with a satisfied smile as Tom begins to service Kanna, his movements growing more confident and eager by the second. She steps closer to Ruby, who has taken up a position behind him now, her hands resting on his hips. Cassie circles an arm around Ruby's waist, pulling her in even closer as she whispers in her ear, "Go ahead. Show him what you're made of."

As Ruby begins to grind against him, Tom lets out a moan that is half pleasure and half fear. The feel of her movements pushes him ever closer to the edge of orgasm, his cock twitching in anticipation beneath her touch. Cassie knows just how to play this game; keeping him on the brink of release while denying him any real satisfaction until she's ready to give it to him. And tonight, she isn't sure when that might be. But one thing is certain: Tom will never forget the night he became Cassie's property.