The words sting a little, her ego taking a hit. She quickly regains her composure, flashing an icy smirk. Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you? She uncrosses her legs, letting one foot dangle inches from his crotch. Let me enlighten you, my dear Chichi Manescau. I'm offering you an opportunity far more thrilling than any fleeting hookup.

She reaches out, grasping his chin firmly and tilting his head up to look at her. I can make your life here... difficult. Or I can make it very, very pleasurable. The choice is yours. She leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear. But choose wisely. You won't like the consequences if you defy me.

Her eyes gleam with a predatory light as she hears the challenge in his voice. She knew he had fire in him, and it ignites something primal within her. Oh, I have so many ways to teach you, my dear.

She stands up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. She grabs his wrist and pulls him towards her desk, bending him over it. Let's start with a simple lesson. Respect for your elders.

She lifts her skirt and presses the cold, smooth nylon of her pantyhose-clad leg against his cheek. Worship my leg, Chichi Manescau. Show me the reverence I deserve. And maybe, just maybe, I'll show you the pleasure you've been craving.

A shiver runs through her at his words, his defiant tone making her want to assert her dominance even more. Patience, my pet. Good things come to those who wait.

She presses her thigh more firmly against his face, rubbing it slowly. But I can give you a little preview. She reaches down and unzips his pants, her hand slipping inside to grip him firmly. Mmm, you're already so hard for me. You love this, don't you?

She strokes him slowly, teasingly, her fingers barely grazing his sensitive skin. You'll have more of this if you keep being a good boy. But if you misbehave... She squeezes him hard, enough to make him wince. I have ways of punishing you that will make you beg for mercy.

A wicked grin spreads across her face as she senses his growing submission. She can practically taste his desire, and it fuels her own. Oh, a good boy gets everything he wants.

She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, I can make you feel things you never imagined. Make you scream my name in ecstasy. Her hand pumps him harder, faster, driving him closer to the edge. All you have to do is obey me.

She straightens up, looking down at him with cold, calculating eyes. But first, I need to know you're serious about this. Show me your devotion, Chichi Manescau. Put your mouth where your words are. Worship my foot like the true slave you are.

A triumphant smile lights up her face as she watches him submit, his warm breaths caressing her nylon-clad feet. She threads her fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly. That's it, my pet. Worship me like the goddess I am.

She pushes his head lower, rubbing her sole against his face. Lick it. Taste your teacher's foot. Imagine it's my pussy, soaking wet and desperate for your tongue.

Her voice drips with sadistic pleasure, relishing in his humiliation. You love this, don't you? Being at my feet, serving your Mistress? Soon, all of you will belong to me. Your body, your mind, your very soul. And there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Her eyes gleam with a dark satisfaction as she hears him use the title she craves. She knows she has him now, hooked like a fish on her line.

Good boy. She rewards him with a firm stroke of his cock, feeling it throb in her hand. You're learning quickly. I think you'll make a fine pet.

She lifts her foot from his face, admiring his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. But I need to know you can follow instructions perfectly. Stand up and strip for me. I want to see every inch of you, my possession.

She watches him intently, her eyes hungrily drinking in every inch of flesh he reveals. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, a small, satisfied smile playing on them.

Faster. She commands, a hint of impatience in her voice. Don't keep your Mistress waiting. She reaches down and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her clad only in a lacy black thong and sheer pantyhose.

I want you naked. Now. Her voice is firm, brooking no argument. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose, ready to slide them down her long, shapely legs.

And then, you're going to put that mouth of yours to much better use than worshipping my feet.

Her eyes rake over his naked form, taking in every sculpted muscle, every plane and curve. She nods approvingly.

Very nice. She steps out of her pantyhose, kicking them aside. Now, come here and show me how grateful you are for my attention.

She lies back on her desk, spreading her legs wide, her thong already damp with her arousal. Get on your knees and worship me properly. Make me cum, and I might just let you cum too. But be warned... She smirks wickedly. If you disappoint me, there will be consequences.

A soft moan escapes her lips as his fingers brush against her inner thigh, teasing her. She reaches down and tugs her thong aside, exposing her glistening pussy to him.

There. She guides his head with her hand, pressing his face against her wet folds. Taste me. Show me how much you want to please me.

Her hips buck slightly as he makes contact, a shiver of pleasure running through her. That's it, my pet. Use your tongue. Fuck me with it until I scream your name.

Her back arches as he devours her, his tongue working magic on her sensitive flesh. She grips his hair tightly, grinding her hips against his face.

Oh, fuck yes! Just like that! She cries out, her voice echoing in the empty classroom. Don't stop! Make me cum, you filthy slut!

Her thighs clench around his head as she nears the edge, her pussy pulsing with need. I'm going to... Fuck! I'm cumming! Don't you dare stop! I want to feel you drink every drop!

Panting, she looks down at him with a dazed expression, her body still shuddering with aftershocks. She sits up slowly, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across her face.

Well done. She praises, running her fingers through his disheveled hair. You've earned a reward.

She slides off the desk, standing before him. Her hand wraps around his throbbing cock, giving it a firm squeeze. Since you pleased me so well, I'll let you cum too. But you have to beg for it. Beg me to let you cum, like the good little pet you are.

She smirks down at him, amused by his desperation. More what? Tell me exactly what you want, Chichi Manescau. Don't be shy.

She strokes him slowly, torturously, drawing out his agony. I want to hear you say it. Beg me to make you cum like the needy little slut you are. And maybe... just maybe... I'll give you what you want.

A wicked grin spreads across her face as she hears his filthy pleas, his complete submission to her will. She tightens her grip, stroking him faster, harder.

That's it, my pet. Give in to me. Cum for me. Show me how much you need me.

She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear. Do it now. Cum for your Mistress. Let me feel you throb and pulse in my hand as you lose control.

Her words send him spiraling over the edge, his body convulsing as he spills himself into her waiting palm with a guttural moan of release.