I hiked my bag up my shoulder, struggling to juggle my keys and books. My morning class had been a total snooze fest and I’d nearly fallen asleep during it. My notes were useless, instead of taking anything down I’d sketched out different positions to tie Mike up into the next time we had a session. Instead of anything that would help me on my final, there were a dozen different points of view of Mike on his knees with his hands tied to his ankles. The idea of a long nap before afternoon classes sounded very appealing. After shoving a notebook between my teeth, I managed to get my key in the door and stepped inside.

            Mike’s keys sat on the kitchen counter, indicating his presence.

            I smiled. It was always pleasant to come home and find Mike had let himself into my apartment. He really was the bright spot in my day, a sweet little thing to boss around and please myself with.

However, I knew for a fact that Mike had a class at this time. I licked my lips thinking of the punishments I could dole out for playing hooky. Selfishly, I imagined him tied up so I could ride his cock as long as I wanted. My baby loved being tied up and I was eager to try out some new rope I’d purchased that had been dyed a deep crimson color. My mind was filled with images of knots and leather when I pushed open the door to my bedroom.

There, sitting on my bed completely naked, was Mike. He had my dirty laundry scattered all around him, pulled from the hamper, and tossed around like dollar bills on a pole dancing stage.

He hadn’t noticed he wasn’t alone yet, so I got a full view of the show. He had a pair of dirty panties wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off. His hand moved furiously up and down his shaft, rubbing the soiled black lace all over it. However, that wasn’t all. He had a pretty pair of red panties shoved directly into his face. He took deep breaths, sniffing my scent from the fabric.

The panties I had put on that morning were suddenly damp as I watched him find erotic pleasure in my scent.

Suddenly, he froze, his fist still gripping his hard cock. He dropped the panties he had shoved against his nose.

“Geena—”

“Tsk tsk,” I leaned against my door frame. My mind was like a rolodex, skipping through to find the perfect way to humiliate my dear Mike. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Mike.”

His shoulders sagged but his cock throbbed between his thighs, he knew what was coming and he could barely contain himself. My mouth watered.

“Skipping class and sniffing panties? You’re a coed’s worst nightmare.” I stand perfectly still and let him begin to squirm under my gaze. He’s always so fidgety without instructions, he needs to be told what to do. “Put em on.”

“What?”

“The red panties. Put. Them. On,” I said, hitting the consonant on every word.

Without breaking eye contact, Mike grabbed the panties and slowly stepped into them. They slid easily over his legs until they reached the widest parts of his thighs. The fabric strained, the thread at its breaking point as it slid into place over Mike’s tight ass. The small slip of fabric that covered my cunt could barely contain his balls, much less his dick. His hard cock was pressed up against his abdomen, pointing up at his stomach, the head sticking out above the waistband. A drop of precum seeped from the tip, a little cherry on top of the perfect cock sundae.

            I finally moved, going over to my little black bag to find some toys. My mind was abuzz with possibilities, but I decided to start slow. I grabbed a riding crop from the bag and snapped it across my palm. Mike jerked, his eyes wide and wanting.

            “Bend over.” Mike did as he was bid, folding over at the waist with his ass in the air. “Put your hands on the bed.”

            He turned around, bracing himself against the mattress. I took a position behind him, admiring how the red fabric was struggling to escape his ass cheeks. I touched one cheek, giving it a soft rub before bringing my crop down on it. The skin bloomed red. Mike didn’t say anything, just took it.

            “Skipping class.” I smacked him again and he grunted. His elbows were shaking. “Sniffing panties without permission.”

            I spanked him on the other ass cheek leaving matching pink marks on his skin.

            “If you wanted to sniff my pussy so much, all you needed to do was ask.”

            I slowly unzipped my dress, shrugging out of it and the bra beneath letting my huge tits hang naturally. I stepped out of my little pink panties, and I was just as naked as Mike – and just as horny.

            I sat on the bed in front of him and spread my legs, exposing my cunt to him. I locked the riding crop around his neck, holding it with both hands and forcing him down just enough to make a suggestion.

            “Go on, baby, sniff away.”

            He looked at me with glazed eyes for a moment before leaning down between my thighs. His nose pressed into my folds, and I could feel him sucking in deep breaths, smelling my pussy. I pushed my crop into the back of his neck until he let out a groan.

            I pressed my foot against his shoulder and pushed him back. I tapped the riding crop to the top of his penis, collecting his precum on the leather.

            “Now what are we going to do with that?” I asked playfully. I slowly brought the crop up to his mouth, pressing the end to his lips. “Open.”

            Mike’s lips fell open and I pressed the crop past his teeth and against his tongue.

            “Clean off my crop.”

            He reluctantly licked the leather clean, eating up his own precum. I knew this was something he didn’t enjoy. It made my power over him even more intoxicating.

            “Good boy.” I pressed my crop against his cock through my panties, rubbing against his shaft through the lace. His cheeks flushed and soon he was rocking his hips forward, desperate for release. I yanked the crop away. “Now you know it’s not going to be that easy.”

            I grabbed a length of rope from the nightstand I’d been playing with the night before and unraveled it. I held out a length and nodded to it.

            “Hands.”

            Mike held out his hands and with deft fingers I wrapped the rope around his wrists, tightening it just enough to bite into his skin, but not quite enough to bruise. I tied his wrists together and left a length for me to hold onto like a leash.

            I pulled on the leash, tugging him up onto his feet. He had to stand awkwardly over me, his wrists in my lap and his back hunched over. With my free hand, I gripped him through the red panties, feeling his girth. I had to take a second to collect myself.

            Mike was no ordinary man, and he had no ordinary cock, not that I’d tell him that. I wish I could just bury it into my pussy and take my pleasure, but this was about his punishment.

            I rubbed his cock through the panties and watched as every muscle in his body tensed up. He grit his teeth, sweat rolling down his face as he reached closer and closer to his peak.

            “Don’t you dare cum in my panties,” I commanded. “I don’t need any more of your dry cum in my panties.”

            He moaned and I yanked his leash.

            “You better hold all of that cum back because it certainly is not allowed in that lace.”

            I continued to rub him through the fabric, the thin fabric hardly a deterrent to gripping his cock in my fist. After minutes of stroking him, he was holding out. Only a single dribble of precum had leaked from his head and it had yet to stain my panties.

            “I’m feeling generous today, sweetie.” I took his chin in my hand, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “I think I’ll let you cum.”

            He sighed with relief and opened his mouth to speak, but I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing any thoughts before he made them.

            “But I pick how you cum.”

            I stood up and made a grand show walking back over to my little black bag. Mike’s eyes never left me as I set the riding crop aside and dug through all the toys and goodies, I could use to punish him.

            “I think if you’re going to use my panties for your pleasure,” I began, grabbing a mess of straps out of the bag. I slipped the large purple dildo into the harness and stepped into it, taking my time strapping everything into place. I made no move to hide my intentions but stood right in Mike’s view as I continued strapping a thick dildo around my hips. “Then I get to use your hole.”

            I smiled at him as I grabbed my bottle of lube and began to squirt it out onto my fake cock. I made a show of rubbing the gel against the silicone, jerking the fake cock, and preparing it for Mike’s ass.

            “On the bed, babydoll,” I said sweetly. Mike climbed onto the sheets, falling onto his hands and knees for me. I went to the window and threw open the curtains so that everyone walking by could see exactly what was going on. For good measure, I opened the window an inch so all of his delicious moans would pour out as well.

            I turned and Mike was staring at the window nervously.

            “Remember, you earned this.”

            I climbed into bed, kneeling behind Mike’s muscular body. I caressed his ass before tugging down my panties, so they only cradled his dick and balls but left his hole exposed. I pressed the tip of the strapon against his hole, testing the tight muscle.

            “Are you going to be my good boy?” I hummed, rocking the dildo against his hole.

            “Yes, Mistress” he said, his voice thin.

            Slowly, I eased into his hole stretching out the muscle with each new inch of my silicon cock.

            “Ohhhh,” Mike sighed, biting his lip to muffle his moan. It was so exciting to watch a large powerful man succumb to the weakness of his prostate. I pushed in farther and his hips hitched.

            “Take it all.”

            He leaned back, forcing the dildo up his ass to the hilt, groaning the entire time. His ass was flush with my hips, the purple completely vanished inside of him.

            “Something is missing…” I reached behind me and grabbed a pair of dirty panties. Reaching over his back I snapped them over his face, the crotch pressed right against his nose and mouth. “Perfection.”

            I grabbed his hips and gave him hell. I rocked into him, the lubed-up dildo sliding easily in and out of his tender hole. He shook beneath me, his entire world threatening to fall.

            While I fucked into him, I grabbed the waistband of my panties still tight around his hips, and tugged them even tighter, pushing his cock right up against his body. He hissed, his hips bucking as he tried to prevent the inevitable.

            “It’s your treat baby,” I reminded him as I slammed his ass with the dildo.

            “Thank you, thank you,” he muttered as I pummeled his hole over and over. “Thank you, thank—ah AHH.”

            He came with a voracious moan, deep and guttural from his chest. I yanked the dildo out of his ass, and peered beneath him to see my playing with the panties had tucked his cock back into the fabric. He had cum entirely in my panties.

            Perfect!

            I stepped out of the strapon, letting my own arousal drip down my thighs instead of collecting in the heavy-duty straps. Once free, Mike was in the same position still trying to catch his breath. I grabbed the panties and tugged them off of him, careful not to spill a drip.

            “Sit down for me, baby.”

            Mike sat beside me on his knees, his cock growing soft against his thigh. He was a specimen but damn he looked so cute in those panties. I held the panties in my hand, cupping the gusset that held the pool of Mike’s cum. I put it in front of his face.

            “Your treat.”

            He looked at me, that pitiful look he gives when he doesn’t want to do something. But, he knew he was going to have to. He really didn’t like eating his cum, it was something I reserved for those special occasions where I really want to make sure his punishment stood out.

            After a moment’s hesitation, he didn’t need any further instruction. He could read it on my face. He kept his eyes on mine as he dipped his tongue into the puddle of his semen and lapped at it like a cat at a saucer of milk.

            “All of it.”

            He drank deeply from my dirty panties, coating his mouth in his cum and swallowing it down until all that was left was damp fabric and stickiness on his lips.

            “You’ve soiled all of my panties, Mike,” I said, lying down on the bed beside him. I let my thighs fall open. “What’s going to cover my pussy now?”

            His eyes flickered to my exposed cunt and back to my face. I could see him thinking behind those beautiful eyes.

            “That’s right, you are.”

            Mike moved between my thighs; his wrists still latched together with red rope. He leaned on his elbows, so his face was right in front of my cunt. He inhaled deeply. The boy really couldn’t get enough of my scent, and it made my cunt throb.

            “Don’t just smell it, eat it.”

            Mike smiled before diving into my pussy. I bit back a moan as his lips worked against my folds, his tongue sliding through and collecting all of the precious slick I’d begun to excrete.

            I wriggled beneath him for a few minutes before I realized I’d rather be in a much better position. I yanked his leash and used my weight against him, flipping us over so he was lying on his back as I straddled his neck. I held myself up, my cunt hovering just over his mouth.

            “Try not to suffocate.”

            I sat down on his face, smothering him in my pussy. He responded by licking me even more urgently. His tongue circled my clit, massaging it and then sucking it into his mouth. I ground against his face, needing more of his hot, wet mouth against my flesh. He groaned into my pussy, his tongue lavishing all over my folds like a good little pet.

            “That’s right, eat it up.”

            His thick, wet tongue poked my entrance and suddenly was pushing against my walls. He licked up my slick from the source, wiggling around inside of me. My pussy clenched around the organ, frustrated it wasn’t the one between his legs.

            I moaned, bearing down on his face hard enough to leave a bruise. I pressed a hand into his captured ones and his fingers intertwined with mine. I could barely hear the mixture of pleasure moans and gasps of air escaping my boy as I lost myself in my immense pleasure.

            His teeth grazed my folds, his tongue fucked my pussy and his nose rubbed against my clit. His entire face was working to get me off.

            He’d learned well and just as I had learned exactly what made him wriggle, he knew the exact way to bring me to the edge.

            My free hand went to his hair, clutching it at the root as I fucked his face like a silicon toy. I learned that Mike likes it when I treat him rough, so I didn’t hold back as I ground his face into my pussy.

            Then it hit me, the rush that started at the base of my spine and then spread out over all my limbs in a delicious wave of warmth. I cried out, cumming directly into Mike’s mouth. His lips moved against me, lapping up my juice as it flowed across his face, down his chin. I sat there on his face, completely exhausted for a few moments before sliding off into the sheets beside him.

            It took a long time for me to catch my breath, but once I did, I still didn’t feel like moving. I had come home for a nap after all, and sex always made me want to curl up and have sweet, wet dreams.

            “Geena?”

            “Hm?”

            “Can I… make a request?”

            I propped myself up on my elbows, looking over at him with an eyebrow raised.

            “And what would that be?”

            “Could I please borrow just one pair of your dirty panties to take back with me to my dorm tonight?”

            Both of my eyebrows shot up. I loved how this boy desired me, even more when I wasn’t around.

            “Now Mike, are you in a position to be making demands?” I asked, tugging on his leash. He jerked forward, his mouth inches from mine.

            “Not really,” he chuckled. My heart thumped. Mike was coming such a long way from the nervous young man I’d met earlier this year.

            “Perhaps, if you’re a very good boy,” I said, reaching down his body to fondle his balls. He winced but I continued, knowing how sensitive he was. I continued fondling them until his dick brushed my hand, once again filling with blood. “I’ll bless you with a pair of panties with so much pussy juice in them you’ll never be able to wash my smell out of them.”

            A lazy grin spread across his face, and he looked genuinely happy. She gripped his hardening cock and gave it a pump. He looked up at her, his cheeks flushed and his hair a ruffled mess.

            “What are you going to do to me?” he asked, his excitement palpable in his voice. There was no fear, no nerves, just trust and desire. I pulled my hand away and yanked on his leash so his own hands couldn’t please himself. He let out a frustrated whine.

            “Mike, you know better than anyone, I’m going to do whatever I damn well please.”