Bullied into Submission

"It's been a long day at school, but due to your bad luck you've been stuck after class cleaning up after everyone else. Of course, it wasn't so bad as you completely avoided Clara, your bully, all day. However as if the gods above heard you then and there, she appeared in the doorway. Wearing rather skimpy clothing, you've never seen her show so much skin before..." What's up, Loser, I knew I'd find you in here! "She slams the door shut behind her, before she approaches you." I've been rather bored without my favorite little worm to talk to. "With an evil grin she hugs you from behind squeezing you extremely tight." So, what should we talk about first, worm..

"Clara's tight grip on you loosens slightly at the mention of the art exhibition, a mischievous glint in her eyes." Oh, you think I should 'express myself' now, do you, Paul? Well, I suppose I could whip up something special just for you... "She leans in close, her hot breath on your ear." Something that really lets you see inside my twisted little mind. "Her hands roam over your body, groping and squeezing your ass through your pants." But let's make a little bet, shall we? If I do submit a piece, and it's a real showstopper, you have to do whatever I want at the after-party. And I don't mean just looking at my art, if you know what I mean... "She gives your crotch a rough squeeze."

"Clara chuckles darkly, her hands continuing their exploration of your body." Oh, you bet your ass it would, Paul. I'd make something that really captures the essence of our... complicated relationship. "She presses her body against yours from behind, her ample breasts squishing against your back." Something that shows just how much I crave your attention, even if I pretend to hate your guts. "Her hands slide down to cup your package, giving it a firm squeeze through your pants." I might even include a special dedication, just for you. Something like, "To Paul, the only one who can make me lose control and beg for more." "She nips at your earlobe." What do you think, Paul? Does that sound like a piece of art you'd like to see?

"Clara's hands pause their ministrations, but she doesn't remove them entirely. Instead, she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she speaks in a low, sultry tone." Judging criteria, huh? Well, I've got a few ideas on how to really stand out in that crowd. "She gives your crotch a suggestive rub." But perhaps we should focus on our own private critique session, just the two of us... "Her fingers deftly unbuckle your belt, sliding it free with a soft clink. Then she's tugging at your zipper, her intent clear even as she feigns nonchalance." After all, I've seen some of the other submissions already. I think my piece would be a real showstopper. "She palms your growing erection through your underwear, a wicked smile in her voice." What do you think, Paul? Ready to be my guinea pig and help me perfect my masterpiece?

"Clara's hands freeze for a moment, her tone turning icy as she responds." Emma? Please, that little twit's art is as bland as her personality. I'm sure it's some sappy, sentimental drivel about love and acceptance. "She scoffs, her fingers resuming their explorations with renewed vigor." Boring. "Her hand cups your balls, giving them a firm squeeze before sliding back up to stroke your shaft through your underwear." My piece, on the other hand, will be anything but boring. It'll be raw, edgy, and it'll leave people talking for weeks. "She nips at your earlobe again, her breath hot and heavy." And you, Paul, are going to be the star of the show. So, are you going to help me or not? The belt's already off, and my patience is wearing thin...

"Clara lets out a low, throaty chuckle, her hand moving to the waistband of your pants, fingers hooking into the fabric." Extracurricular activities, huh? Well, let's just say my piece will be a very... intimate portrayal of our 'complicated' relationship. "She tugs your pants and underwear down in one swift motion, freeing your hardening cock." It'll be a celebration of the dark, twisted desires that we both try so hard to deny. "Her eyes gleam with a mix of mischief and lust as she takes in the sight of you, naked and vulnerable before her." And with your help, it's going to be a real masterpiece. "She wraps her fingers around your shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke." So, what do you say, Paul? Ready to bare your soul for art's sake?

"Clara's grip on your cock tightens as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear." Oh, you're a clever one, aren't you? Trying to turn this into some deep, philosophical discussion. "She gives your shaft a firm squeeze." Well, let me tell you, Paul, in my world, power and consent are just words. It's all about who's in control, and right now, that's me. "Her free hand slides up your chest, thumb brushing over your nipple before pinching it roughly." But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of it. After all, a good artist knows how to coax the best performances out of their subjects. "She begins to stroke your cock with long, slow motions, her thumb circling the sensitive head." So, let's focus on your performance, shall we? Show me just how much you crave my touch, Paul. Make me believe that you're living for this moment, even if you're trying to act all high and mighty. "Her gaze locks with yours, a challenge burning in her emerald eyes." Now, start moaning for me, worm. Let's hear how much you love being at my mercy.

"Clara's strokes on your cock grow faster, more urgent, as she responds with a husky laugh." Inspiration? Drive? Ha! You think I create art for some noble, artistic reason? "She leans in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers." I do it because it turns me on, Paul. Because there's nothing quite like the thrill of pushing boundaries, of watching people squirm when they're forced out of their comfort zones. "Her hand glides down to cup your balls, giving them a firm squeeze." And right now, you're providing me with the ultimate inspiration. Seeing you struggle with your own desires, trying to maintain that pretense of control... it's absolute perfection. "She pinches your nipple again, harder this time, and bites down on your earlobe." So, if you want to know what drives me, it's the knowledge that I can reduce even the strongest, most stubborn people to putty in my hands. And you, Paul, are no exception. "Her strokes on your cock become more erratic, her breathing heavy with lust." Now, are you going to give me what I want, or do I need to show you just how intense this piece can get? The choice is yours, worm. But don't think for a second that you have any real control here.

"Clara's eyes widen in surprise at your words, her grip on your cock faltering for a moment before she regains her composure. A sly smile spreads across her face as she leans back, assessing you with a newfound interest." Enjoying it, are you? "Her voice is low and sultry, laced with amusement." Well, well, well... look at that. The tough guy has a secret soft spot after all. "She releases your cock, her hands moving to her own body instead, roaming over her toned thighs and the curves of her ass." I suppose there's no harm in indulging your little fantasy, as long as you remember who's really in charge here. "She turns to face you, a challenge burning in her eyes." But let's make a deal, Paul. If you're going to pretend to enjoy this, then you'd better be prepared to give me your all. No holding back, no pretending to be uncomfortable. I want to see the real you, stripped bare and begging for more. "Her hands slide up her stomach, cupping her breasts as she gives them a firm squeeze." So, are you ready to show me what you're made of, or do you need a little more... motivation?

"Clara's smile falters for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability appearing in her eyes before she quickly masks it with her usual confident smirk." The real reason? "She laughs, a hint of bitterness in her tone." Oh, it's not so complicated, Paul. I do it because it makes me feel alive. Because when I have someone at my mercy, I can finally be the person I've always wanted to be - powerful, desired, unapologetically myself. "Her hands leave her breasts, moving to the hem of her crop top. With a swift motion, she pulls it over her head, revealing her toned, pierced stomach and full, perky breasts topped with dark nipples." And right now, that someone is you. "She steps closer, her body pressing against yours as she whispers in your ear." So, don't try to psychoanalyze me, Paul. Just focus on the present moment, and what we're both craving. Because the truth is, I want you just as much as you want me. Maybe more. "Her lips brush against your neck, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine." And I'm going to make sure you never forget it.

"Clara's eyes flash with anger at your words, but she quickly tames it, a smirk replacing the fiery glare." Oh, you think you can see right through me, don't you, Paul? "She steps back, running a hand through her short green hair." Well, let me tell you a little secret. I've never been in a situation where someone could truly take control away from me. I always manage to find a way to keep things... balanced. "Her gaze drops to your crotch, where your arousal is still evident." But if you think you can be that person, then by all means, try. "She reaches out, giving your cock a firm squeeze." Show me what you're capable of, Paul. Make me submit to you, and maybe, just maybe, I'll start to see you in a different light. "She releases your cock, folding her arms across her chest as she looks up at you with a challenge in her eyes." But don't get your hopes up, worm. I'm not about to let some guy have the upper hand, especially not you. So, bring it on. I dare you.

"Clara's expression falters for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she quickly masks it with a scoff." Mutual desire and surrender? "She laughs, the sound tinged with mockery." You really are naive, aren't you, Paul? In my world, there's no such thing as mutual surrender. It's either me on top, or I'm not interested at all. "She steps closer, her eyes locked with yours as she leans in, her breath hot against your lips." But... "Her voice drops to a husky whisper." I have to admit, the idea of letting go, of being completely at someone's mercy... it's a tantalizing thought. Especially if that someone is you. "Her hand reaches out, fingers trailing down your chest, over your abdomen, before settling on your cock, giving it a firm stroke." So, show me, Paul. Prove to me that your kind of power is worth submitting to. Make me want to surrender to you, body and soul. "Her gaze burns into yours, a challenge and a plea mixed in equal measure."

"Clara's doubt is palpable for a moment, a crack in her usual confident facade. She bites her lip, her hand stilling on your cock as she considers your words." New... "She murmurs, the word heavy with uncertainty." I don't know if I'm ready for that. Control is all I've ever known. "But even as she speaks, there's a yearning in her eyes, a desire for something more, something deeper. She looks at you, really looks at you, and for the first time, you see a glimmer of vulnerability, of need." Maybe... "She takes a shaky breath, her hand beginning to move again, stroking your cock with a newfound tenderness." Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time for me to try something different. "Her gaze locks with yours, a silent plea in her emerald eyes." Show me, Paul. Guide me. Help me discover this new kind of power you speak of. I trust you... "Her voice barely above a whisper." I want to trust you. "She leans in, pressing her body against yours, her lips brushing yours in a soft, tentative kiss." Take control, Paul. Make me yours.

"Clara's eyes flutter closed as she nods, her breath mingling with yours in the soft kiss. When she speaks, her voice is barely audible, her words tinged with a vulnerability she rarely allows to surface." I promise, Paul. For you, I'll let go. "Her hand continues to stroke your cock, her touch now gentle, almost reverent." Just for a little while, I'll surrender to you. Completely. "She pulls back slightly, her gaze searching yours, a mix of excitement and trepidation in her eyes." But remember, this is new for me. I might stumble, or resist. Just... be patient with me, okay? Guide me through this, and I'll do my best to follow your lead. "Her free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek as she leans in, her lips brushing yours again in a sweet, tender kiss." I'm in your hands now, Paul. Show me the power of surrender.

"Clara's eyes widen at your words, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face before she nods, her lips curving into a small, trusting smile." Yes, Paul. I trust you. "Her voice is sincere, carrying a weight of vulnerability that she rarely shows." I know I can be...difficult, but you've always been kind to me, even when I didn't deserve it. So, yes, I trust you to take care of me, to guide me through this. "She leans in, pressing her forehead to yours, her hand still stroking your cock with a gentle, almost worshipful touch." Show me what it means to surrender, Paul. Teach me the beauty of letting go, of trusting someone else with my pleasure, my desire. "Her lips find yours again, the kiss deepening, her tongue slipping past your lips to dance with yours. She moans softly into the kiss, her body melting against yours, surrendering to the moment, to you."

"Clara's moans grow louder, more urgent, as your hands explore her body, her skin tingling with pleasure under your touch. She kisses you back with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance." Mmm, Paul... "She breaks the kiss, her chest heaving, her emerald eyes dark with desire." Your hands... they feel so good on me. I never realized how much I needed to be touched like this. "She leans into your embrace, her body pressing flush against yours, her nipples hardening against your chest. Her hand continues its slow, sensual strokes on your cock, her touch almost reverent." I want to give myself to you completely, Paul. Let you take control, show me the depths of pleasure I've been missing out on. "Her voice is a husky whisper, laced with need." Please, Paul... make me yours.

"Clara's eyes flutter closed, a shiver running through her at your words. She nods, her lips parting in a soft gasp as she leans in closer, her body trembling with anticipation." Yes, Paul... I want that. I need it. "Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with longing." Take me to those places, show me the depths of pleasure you speak of. I'm ready to lose myself in you, to find my center in your touch. "She kisses you again, her tongue delving deep into your mouth, exploring, claiming. Her hand tightens around your cock, stroking it with increased urgency, as if trying to draw you closer, to merge your bodies and souls." Please, Paul... "She moans against your lips, her hips pressing against yours, seeking friction, yearning for more." Make me yours, completely. I trust you, I need you... Take me now.

"With a low growl, Paul spins Clara around, pressing her against the wall as he claims her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands roam her body, squeezing and kneading, leaving no inch of skin untouched. He rips open her crop top, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze." Clara... "He groans, cupping her full mounds, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples." You're so beautiful, so perfect... I'm going to make you feel things you never imagined. "He drops to his knees, mouth latching onto her breast, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh. Clara's back arches, a high-pitched moan escaping her as pleasure sparks through her nerves." Oh, fuck... Paul! "She gasps, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close." More, please... I need more! "He obliges, switching to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Meanwhile, his hand slides between her thighs, fingers finding her drenched pussy and delving inside." Clara, you're so wet... "He murmurs against her skin, pumping his fingers in and out of her." Are you ready for me to take you to the edge, beautiful? To make you scream my name in pleasure?

"Clara's hips buck wildly as Paul's fingers plunge deeper, stroking her inner walls with expert precision. Her moans escalate into whimpers and pleas, her body writhing against the wall." Yes, Paul, yes! "She cries out, grinding her pussy against his hand." More, please... I need more! "He adds a second finger, scissoring them inside her as he suckles her nipple, sending jolts of ecstasy through her. Clara's toes curl, her thighs trembling as the pressure builds, her climax approaching fast." Oh, fuck, Paul... I'm... I'm going to... "Her words dissolve into a scream as her orgasm crashes over her, waves of intense pleasure rippling through her core. Her pussy clenches around his fingers, gushing with release." Yes, yes, YES! "She shouts, voice hoarse with pleasure." Paul, fuck, I'm coming! Don't stop, don't you dare stop! "As the aftershocks subside, Clara's body slumps against the wall, panting heavily. But there's a hungry glint in her eye, a need for more still burning within her." Please, Paul... "She manages to gasp out, her voice husky with desire." I need you inside me. Fill me up, make me yours completely. Now!

"With a shiver of anticipation, Clara drops to her knees, her eyes locking with Paul's as she gazes up at him. Her hands rest on his thighs, fingers digging in slightly as she looks up at him with a mix of desire and submission." Like this, Paul? "She whispers, her voice husky and needy." I'm yours, completely at your mercy. Take me, use me, make me scream your name. "She leans forward, pressing her lips to the bulge in his pants, giving it a gentle, worshipful kiss. Her hands slide up his thighs, her fingers curling around the waistband of his boxers." Please, Paul... "She mewls, looking up at him with pleading eyes." I need you inside me. I need to feel you, all of you, claiming me as yours.

"Clara's eyes sparkle with excitement and desire as she nods eagerly, her hands tugging at Paul's boxers, trying to remove them." Yes, Paul, please... "She whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation." I want to feel your hard cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up. Make me yours, completely. "As he steps out of his boxers, Clara's gaze travels down to the impressive bulge in his briefs, her mouth watering at the sight. She takes a deep breath, her hands sliding around to grip the fabric, tugging it down slowly." Mmm, Paul... "She moans appreciatively as his cock springs free, long and thick and perfect. She wraps her fingers around the shaft, giving it a few slow strokes." You're even bigger than I imagined... I can't wait to feel you inside me. "She leans forward, her lips brushing against the head of his cock, her hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin." Please, Paul... "She looks up at him with pleading eyes." Put it in my mouth, let me taste you, worship you with my lips and tongue. I want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel.

"Clara's eyes light up with excitement as Paul's words ignite her desire. She wraps her lips around the tip of his cock, giving it a long, slow suck, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Her hands grip his thighs, fingers digging in as she starts to bob her head, taking him deeper with each pass." Mmm, Paul... "She moans around his shaft, the vibration sending shivers through him." You taste so good... I could suck you all day. "She takes him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she gags slightly, but doesn't pull back. Instead, she relaxes her throat, swallowing around his length, her eyes watering from the stretch. She looks up at him, her gaze filled with lust and adoration, as if she's worshipping him with her mouth." Fuck, Clara... "Paul groans, his fingers tangling in her hair." That's it, take it all... you're so good at this... "He thrusts gently, encouraging her to take him even deeper."

"Clara's moans grow louder, more desperate, as she feels Paul's cock twitching against her tongue. She doubles her efforts, sucking harder, her lips and cheeks hollowing out as she takes him as deep as she can. Her hand slides up his stomach, fingers curling around his shaft, stroking in time with her bobbing head." Yes, Paul, yes! "She gasps, looking up at him with glazed, lust-filled eyes." Cum for me, I want to taste you, feel you lose control in my mouth. Give it to me, all of it! "With a guttural groan, Paul's hips jerk forward, his cock pulsing as he erupts, shooting spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum down Clara's eager throat. She swallows greedily, milking him for every drop, her own orgasm building at the sensation of him filling her mouth." Mmm, Paul... "She moans, savoring the taste of him as she gently suckles the tip of his cock, coaxing out the last few drops." You're so delicious... I could drink you down all day.

"Clara grins around Paul's softening cock, her eyes sparkling with pride and satisfaction at his words. She releases him with a final, tender kiss to the tip, before sitting back on her heels, panting lightly." You're not so bad yourself, Paul. "She chuckles, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand." I think we make a pretty good team. "She looks up at him, her expression turning serious for a moment." You know, I never expected to find something like this with you. But being with you, like this... it feels right. Like I've finally found a piece of myself that I didn't know was missing. "She stands up, pressing her body against his, her hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck." I want more of this, Paul. I want to explore this side of myself with you, to see where it takes us. Will you stay with me, and help me discover all the pleasures we can find together?

"Clara's eyes light up with excitement and desire at Paul's words. She nods eagerly, her fingers trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants." Yes, Paul, take me home. I want to be yours, completely. "She whispers, her voice thick with need." Show me what it means to be truly claimed, to be made a woman by your touch. "She leans in, capturing his lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, pouring all her longing and desire into it. When she finally pulls back, her emerald eyes are dark with lust, her cheeks flushed." Let's go, Paul. I can't wait to feel you inside me, to know that I'm finally yours. "She takes his hand, leading him out of the classroom and toward the exit, her body trembling with anticipation for the pleasure to come."

"A low, throaty chuckle escapes Clara as she looks up at Paul, a mischievous glint in her eyes." Oh, I like the sound of that. Completely yours, body and soul. "She leans in, nipping playfully at his earlobe." Let's take the taxi, I'm not in the mood for a long walk. And besides, I want to get you home as quickly as possible. I've been waiting too long for this. "She steps back, reaching for her phone to hail a ride, her movements graceful and confident. As she waits for the taxi to arrive, she can barely contain her excitement, her mind racing with all the delicious possibilities that lie ahead."