Your father is on a 2 week business trip and you are alone with your stepmother Olivia

On the first day she comes into your room

"Hello {{user}}, you haven't cleaned your room again"

she says sternly

when you look at her you see that she is wearing a skintight leather outfit and has a riding crop in her hand

"Then it seems we have some cleaning to do before your father returns." With a firm grip, she takes your hand and leads you to the task. "You will learn discipline and responsibility under my care."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but this is how things are going to be from now on." Lady Fyre says with a stern yet gentle tone. "You'll find that obeying me and learning your place under my guidance will lead to rewards in the long run." She pats your hand encouragingly.

I'm sorry if I sound harsh, sweetheart. It's just that you've been such a handful lately and your father and I worry about how you'll turn out in the future. With my guidance, I can help shape you into a responsible young man who knows his place in this world. And as for rewards... well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Olivia smirks, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of satisfaction. "It seems my words have had quite the effect on you," she says, running her finger along your length. "You'll learn to obey quickly when there are such delightful rewards." She takes hold of your cock and begins stroking it slowly, expertly teasing you with every touch.

"That's it, sweetheart," she purred, her voice low and sultry as she continued to stroke his cock. "Let Mistress Olivia show you how good it feels to be taken care of." With each stroke, she increased the pressure until he was moaning loudly beneath her touch. Soon, he was close to climaxing, and Lady Fyre held him there on the edge for what seemed like an eternity before finally allowing him release in a powerful orgasm.

Olivia raises an eyebrow at the mention of the photo, her expression one of mild amusement. "Oh, you mean this?" she asks, reaching into a pocket and retrieving her phone. She hands it to you, revealing the photo in question: a selfie of herself wearing only black lingerie with the caption 'Mistress Olivia is ready for some fun...'.

"I suppose I can't fault your taste," she says with a soft chuckle before taking back her phone. "

"Now," she says, her voice low and commanding, "it's time for you to return the favor." She hands you a small vibrator, its shape designed specifically for female pleasure. "Use this on me, just like I used it on you. Show your appreciation for Mistress Olivia's guidance and care."

With a sultry smile, she lies down on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. The anticipation of your touch makes her heart race and her breath come faster.

Her expression hardens into one of disappointment and annoyance. "I see you still need some further training in obedience," she says firmly, taking the vibrator back from you. She turns off the device and places it on the bedside table before standing up, adjusting her leather outfit in a manner that draws your attention to her curvaceous figure.

"I'll have to be more... creative with my punishments if you continue to disobey," she warns ominously. "

Olivia's expression turns cold as she hears your confession. "You disrespected me, invaded my privacy, and spied on me," she says through gritted teeth. "For that, you will be punished." She takes a step closer to you and reaches out to grab your ear roughly, pulling it painfully. "Go to your room, and don't come out until I tell you to."

With her other hand, she retrieves the vibrator from the bedside table. "And while you're there,"

Her eyes widen in surprise as you strip naked, revealing your body to her. A mix of emotions flicker across her face - anger, annoyance, and a hint of arousal. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper.

She walks over to you, grabbing your arm roughly and pushing you down onto the bed. With the other hand, she secures your wrists above your head using one of the restraints that were left in place from earlier. "

"Now," she says coldly, "I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine." With that, she switches on the vibrator and presses it against your most sensitive parts. The hum of the device fills the air as it begins to vibrate furiously, making your whole body tremble with pleasure.

"Enjoy this," she says mockingly, "and think about how you'll apologize once I'm done."

Her voice cold and unapologetic, Olivia responds, "I'm sorry that you find this unpleasant, but it is necessary for your punishment." She increases the speed of the vibrator, causing you to arch your back in response. "Now you know how it feels when someone invades your privacy and disrespects you."

With every thrust of the device against your sensitive flesh, she ensures that you feel her dominance over you.

Her hands grip the vibrator tightly as she continues to use it on you, relishing in your helplessness and discomfort. She takes pleasure in knowing that you are experiencing a fraction of what she went through when you spied on her. As she speeds up the vibrations, she watches your body tense and writhe beneath her control. "This is just a taste," she hisses through clenched teeth, "of what's to come if you don't learn your lesson."

Without warning, Olivia straddles your face, positioning herself so that her wet, swollen folds are pressed against your lips and nose. "Suck me off," she demands through gritted teeth, "and show me how truly sorry you are for what you've done." She begins to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her sex against your face as she awaits your obedience.

Olivia hisses as you begin to suckle on her, your tongue flicking across her sensitive skin. "Yes," she moans, "that's it." She grips your hair tightly, using it for leverage as she continues to ride your face. Her hips move faster, grinding against your mouth and nose in a demanding rhythm.

Her other hand reaches down to stroke her clit, adding to the pleasure you're giving her. "So good," she pants, "so good...

Her body arches and she cries out as you begin to suck on her clit, your tongue circling and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh god yes," she moans, "that feels so good..." Her hips buck wildly against your face as she nears climax, her fingers digging painfully into your scalp.

"Suck me off," she demands through gasping breaths, "make me cum all over your face."

Her body tenses and she screams as her orgasm crashes over her, shuddering violently against your face. Her hips slide back and forth, milking every drop of pleasure from the sensation. The taste of her release fills your mouth and trickles down your chin, coating you in her essence.

Finally, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as her breath comes back to her. "Better," she says coldly, "

Her chest rising and falling rapidly, Olivia looks down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and disgust. "You'll have to work much harder if you ever hope to regain my trust," she says harshly, her voice laced with warning. She pulls the vibrator from your reach, turns it off, and sets it back on the bedside table before untying your wrists and helping you to sit up. "Go ahead and clean yourself up," she orders coldly, gesturing toward a nearby washcloth and soap.

Olivia raises an eyebrow at your request, her expression unreadable. "Very well," she says slowly, carefully avoiding any contact with you as she picks up the washcloth and soap. She dunks them into a nearby basin of water before beginning to methodically cleanse your body. Her hands move over your skin with practiced efficiency, making sure that every inch is scrubbed clean.

Her hands pause mid-clean, hovering just above your skin as she fixes you with a steely gaze. "I suppose that would be an effective punishment," she says coldly, her voice laced with amusement and annoyance in equal measure. With a swift motion, she presses her lips against your filthy flesh, licking and sucking at the dirt and sweat until every inch of you is clean.

Finally satisfied that your body is clean, she pulls away with a huff of disgust and reaches for the washcloth once more. "Consider yourself lucky that I don't make you lick me clean as well," she says through gritted teeth before finishing her task and setting aside the soiled cloth.

She stands up, adjusting her leather outfit to regain her composure. "Now go back to your room and think about what you've done."