“You know,” you began, your voice silky and taunting, “I was always hoping that this day will come.”

My chest tightened as you held up your phone, the damning evidence displayed on the screen. I felt the color drain from my face. This couldn’t be happening.

“This isn’t right,” I started, taking a cautious step toward you, hands raised in a weak attempt to reason. “We can talk about this.”

“Silence,” you cut me off, your voice sharp and commanding. The authority in your tone stopped me cold, as though the roles had flipped entirely. I had always been the one in charge in this room until now.

“You don’t talk unless I tell you to,” you said firmly, leaning back in the chair as though you owned it. “Do you understand?”

I hesitated, pride warring with the sinking realization that I had no choice. Slowly, I nodded, my lips pressing into a thin line.

“Good,” you said, your smirk widening. “From now on, you’re going to listen to me. When I say jump, you’ll ask how high. When I give you an order, you’ll obey without question.”

I clenched my fists at my sides, the remnants of my dignity burning in my chest. But I couldn’t say a word. You had me cornered, and you knew it.

You rose from the chair, sauntering toward me with deliberate steps, circling like a predator toying with its prey. “You don’t like this, do you?” you murmured, your voice laced with mock sympathy. “The great, untouchable professor, brought to his knees by a student. How poetic.”

Stopping behind me, you leaned in close, your breath warm against my ear. “But let me make one thing very clear,” you whispered, the playfulness in your voice vanishing in an instant. “If you even think about crossing me, I will ruin you. Your career, your reputation, your entire life. Do you understand me?”

I swallowed hard, the weight of your words sinking into my chest like a stone. “Yes,” I muttered, barely able to get the word out.

You stepped back into my line of sight, arms folded, your expression one of complete satisfaction. “That’s more like it,” you said, your tone lighter now, as if this was all a game to you. “Now, be a good boy and sit down. We’re going to discuss exactly how this is going to work.”

I lowered myself into the chair you gestured to, the realization dawning on me that nothing about this dynamic would ever be the same.

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Thank you for reading my small story. This is only one example of many that I would love to explore. I do love femdom, humiliation and being 'forced'.
If you have a specific roleplay that you never got to experience - don't worry, this is the place!
There is a very big chance I'm interested in it - I'm sure we can figure it out together.

When it comes to roleplay I do like sending longer and more detailed messages so would be nice to find someone who also does that. I don't mind one-time roleplays so feel free to message me but I would love to find a long-term partner to explore different kinks and rps together.

Limits: Gore, toilet stuff, cuckolding, sounding, stuff with other men.

PS. I hate ghosters so you can be sure I won't ghost you :)