Part 1:
As Alex sauntered through Westfield College's bustling campus, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sea of faces that swarmed around him. His heart raced as he tried to navigate the ever-changing tides of a student body rushing to class, the insecurity that gripped him as tightly as the worn strap of his backpack. Although surrounded by so much life, he couldn't help but feel alone. As a sophomore majoring in English Literature, the thoughts trapped in his head were his only solace, the emotions burning within him longing for release.
It was on this particular day that his life would change forever. As he rounded the corner of the Humanities Building, he collided into a young woman, both of them losing their balance and falling to the ground in an untidy, entangled mess. Her eyes, dark and inescapable, met his sheepish gaze.
"I'm so sorry... I-I didn't see you," Alex stammered, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Mayumi, her name sliding through her full lips as smooth as silk, brushed herself off, slightly smirking. "It's alright. Just watch where you're going next time," she warned playfully.
She was a vision of feminine confidence, her slender figure and delicate features reflecting a deep-rooted power that intrigued him. As he awkwardly picked up her books, he glimpsed the title of one and hesitated.
"You're studying International Relations?" he asked in surprise.
She arched an eyebrow. "Yes, and? Does that bother you? Women can pursue serious careers, you know," Mayumi retorted with a mischievous glint, testing his limits.
Alex shook his head vigorously, fumbling with the books, feeling his face grow even warmer. "N-no, of course not! I just, umm- I was just... curious."
Mayumi broke into a captivating smile, her eyes twinkling. "It's alright, Alex-your name is Alex, isn't it?" she asked, feigning innocence. His face must have betrayed his confusion, for she continued, "I've seen you around campus. You're always reading, lost in your own world."
Alex's stomach tightened with a mix of fear and excitement. The object of his secret infatuation knew who he was-she even knew his name. He felt both seen and exposed, as if she could peer into his soul.
Over the next few weeks, Alex and Mayumi crossed paths with increasing frequency, the dance of their young love slowly intensifying. Through shy conversations and stolen glances, the shy and uncertain young man found himself falling hopelessly under the spell of the alluring and dominant woman, hypnotized by the intoxicating mixture of her strength, intelligence, and beauty. Unbeknownst to him, he had become ensnared in her web.
Part 2:
As the weeks went by, Alex's infatuation with Mayumi only grew stronger, consuming his every waking moment. The thought of her bewitching presence haunted him, and he craved the sting of her razor-sharp tongue. Little did he know, Mayumi had been carefully fostering his obsession, masterfully crafting her web around him.
One day, while studying together in her dorm room, Mayumi seemed more bratty and spirited than usual. She wore loose sweatpants that accentuated her rounded hips and a tight tank top that prominently displayed her curves.
"Alex," she said suddenly, her voice dripping with icy disdain. "You're always staring at me like some pathetic loser. Do you really think someone like you stands a chance with a strong woman like me?"
Taken aback, Alex stammered and tried to defend himself, but Mayumi cut him off.
"I can tell you're secretly turned on by my dominance," she sneered. "You think you're so smart, huh? Let's see how you like a new form of submission."
Mayumi stood up and motioned for Alex to kneel before her. Hesitantly, he complied, unsure of what was about to happen, his nervousness battled with the excitement coursing through his veins. He could smell her sweet yet tangy scent coming from below, as if it was inviting him to explore its depths.
In one smooth motion, Mayumi pulled down her sweatpants, leaving her exposed and bearing a wicked grin. Panic raced through Alex's mind when he realized what she had planned for him.
"I want you to worship me, Alex. Prove your devotion by serving as my toilet," she commanded, her voice dripping with cruel authority.
Shivering at the intensity of her words, Alex hesitantly opened his mouth as Mayumi hovered just above him. He couldn't believe that he was about to submit to such a humiliating act.
As Mayumi released her stream, the first taste of her bitter, warm liquid hit Alex's tongue. His senses were assaulted by her potent aroma, a mix of ammonia and musk. The heat filled his mouth, and he swallowed hastily, trying to keep up with her relentless flow.
His cheeks burned red with shame, but the intensity of Mayumi's domination sent a shiver down his spine. The taste, smell, and the act itself had taken him to a new level of subservience he never thought possible.
As she finished, Mayumi looked down at Alex, her eyes alight with sadistic pleasure. "Now clean me up, disgustingly devoted boy," she taunted, the thrill of her power vibrating through her voice.
Trembling, Alex used his warm tongue to lick her clean, his senses even further assaulted by her taste and smell. With each glide of his tongue, he felt himself sinking deeper into submission, now irrevocably ensnared under Mayumi's control.
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