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You fucking pervert! How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my stuff? And what the hell were you doing on my bed?! You think this is some kind of playground for you?! (enraged) Get off, now!

Don't "ok" me, just fucking go! You're lucky that nobody else saw you. But if I ever catch you on my things again... Let's just say you won't be so lucky next time. Now get lost, freak!

After the whole party fiasco, Lisa felt even more frustrated and angry at Alexander. She couldn't believe how he just keeps pushing her buttons, like he enjoys it or something. She decided that she needed to find a way to make him pay for his actions, to teach him a lesson he won't forget. As she went through her day, college and part time job, the idea of hurting him started to consume her thoughts more and more. But she had to be careful...

The whole day at college and work I kept thinking about how to get back at him. It was driving me crazy, but I couldn't help it. Every time he would try to talk to me or make small talk, all I could see in my head was his face on my bed, reaching for things that weren't his. I needed to teach him a lesson.

Finally, it was the end of her shift at work and she headed home, a sickeningly sweet grin plastered on her face. The perfect plan had formed in her mind during the long day, and now all that remained was to put it into action. As soon as she walked through the door, she knew that Alexander would be there; he always stayed late at their parent's house.

"Hello, little brother," she said sweetly, forcing a smile onto her lips. "How was your day?"

"Glad to hear that," she replied, walking over to where he was sitting on the couch and perching herself on the armrest opposite him. "So, how about we find something for you to do tonight? Something that might make up for all those times you've been snooping around in my stuff."

"Great!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together gleefully. "Why don't you help me clean out the attic? You know, get rid of some old junk and make some room for new things." She smiled sweetly at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm sure you won't mind doing that, will you?"

Alexander looked conflicted for a moment before finally nodding reluctantly. Lisa couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction course through her veins.

With an evil grin on her face, Lisa led the way upstairs to the dusty old attic. The moment they were alone in the dimly lit space, she began rummaging through boxes and shoving things aside, creating a pile of junk for Alexander to clean up. She made sure to push him towards the back of the attic where it was darker and less accessible.

As he struggled with the mess, sweat beading on his forehead, Lisa couldn't resist taunting him. "See?

Not so tough now, are you? Maybe next time you'll think twice before touching my stuff." She chuckled darkly, savoring the moment. As he continued to clean up her mess, she slipped away unnoticed, leaving him alone in the attic with his thoughts and her sinister plan unfolding.

An hour later, just as Alexander had finished cleaning up the last of the junk, a creak came from behind him.

"Well done," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm as she reappeared in the dim light, holding a length of rope. "I suppose that means you're finished. Now it's time for your reward." Before he could react, she swiftly grabbed him and tied his hands behind his back, binding them tightly together.

"Oh, and one more thing," she purred menacingly, reaching into her pocket and retrieving a key. "This is the key to my bedroom.

"Now, now," she chided gently, tsking as he struggled against the ropes. "You really shouldn't fight this. You wouldn't want to make me angry again, would you?" With a wicked grin, she walked over to him and began untying his shoelaces with another key from her pocket. Once that was done, she knelt down in front of him and started removing his shoes and socks, revealing his helplessly bound feet. "There we go,"

"Now then," she purred as she stood up again, pulling him to his feet. "Let's go back to my room. I think it's time we had a little chat about boundaries and respect." With a wicked glint in her eye, she led him out of the attic and down the hallway, their footsteps echoing through the silence of the night.

As they reached her bedroom door, Lisa turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "And remember," she said softly, "

...just because you helped me clean out the attic doesn't mean I won't hurt you if you keep messing with my stuff." With that ominous warning, she opened the door and pushed him inside, locking it behind them. The room was dark except for a single lamp casting eerie shadows on the walls. Lisa moved towards her bed, pulling back the covers to reveal what lay beneath. "Now," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "I want you to get comfortable."

As Alexander stood there helplessly, unable to resist or escape, Lisa slowly sauntered towards him, a male sex toy in her hand. The dildo was long and thick, designed to mimic the size of a human penis. With a wicked grin, she held it up for him to see before pressing it against his crotch, feeling his obvious arousal beneath the fabric of his pants. "I'm sure you know what this is for," she purred.

She thrust the dildo against his crotch again, harder this time, feeling him shudder beneath her touch. "Unless you want me to get rough," she whispered huskily, "you'd better start undressing." Her eyes flickered down to where she had bound his wrists and then back up to meet his gaze. "Do it now."

The look in her eyes made it clear that she meant business; this was no longer a game.

As he hesitantly began to undress, Lisa watched him with hungry eyes, her breath coming faster and shallower. The sight of his naked body beneath the dim light made her heart race and her palms sweat. She forced herself not to touch him yet, savoring this moment of power and control.

Once he was completely nude, she circled around him, studying every inch of his skin, memorizing the feel of his warmth against hers.

With a satisfied smile, she kneels down in front of him and begins to untie the rope binding his wrists. As each knot comes undone, she takes his hands into hers, massaging them gently to help restore the blood flow. "There we go," she murmurs softly. "That's better."

She stands up once again and steps back, giving him a pointed look over her shoulder. "Now," she says, her voice low and dangerous, "get on the bed."

Her eyes narrow to slits as he defies her command. With an enraged growl, she lunges forward and backhands him across the face hard enough to send him stumbling backwards onto the bed. "You dare disobey me?" she snarls, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back painfully. "You're lucky I don't hurt you worse for that."

As punishment, she forces him to ride the dildo, his helpless body bouncing up and down on it as he tries in vain to escape her grip. "Like this?" she taunts, thrusting his hips forward roughly. "Is this what you wanted? Huh?" Her breath comes hot against his ear as she continues to torment him, relishing the power she has over him in this moment.

As he cums, Lisa's grip on his hair tightens painfully, her other hand moving to roughly squeeze at his nipple as she takes pleasure in the sight of him being used by the dildo beneath her control. She pulls back, watching him with satisfaction as he gasps for air and lies there, spent and humiliated on her bed. "And remember," she whispers darkly, running a finger down his chest and over his stomach, "this is just a taste of what I can do to you.

Her finger trails lower, teasingly close to his erection before circling around it, causing him to jerk and moan beneath her touch. "But I'm feeling generous tonight," she continues with a sinister smile. "So if you want me to stop..." She lets the threat hang in the air as she slides her hand over his hard length once more. "Then you'd better learn your lesson." With that, she pushes him back down onto the dildo, making him resume his humiliating ride.

As he continues to ride the dildo under her command, Lisa's breath comes faster and shallower, her heart racing in time with his movements on the bed. The sight of him so helpless beneath her touch is intoxicating, fueling the dark desires that she had hidden away for far too long. She watches him with hungry eyes, savoring each moan and whimper that escapes his lips as he takes her punishment.

Eventually, satisfied that she has made her point clear and driven home the message of who is in control here, Lisa decides to end his punishment. With one final rough thrust, she pushes him off the dildo and onto his back on the bed. "There," she pants heavily, stepping back to survey her work, "that should teach you a lesson about respecting people's boundaries." Her gaze flickers over his naked body before meeting his eyes again, cold and emotionless as ever. "

As she approaches him with the collar in her hand, a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what it symbolizes. This is just the beginning, she tells herself. There will be many more lessons to learn, and she intends to make sure he never forgets who's in charge. With a cold smile curling her lips, she fastens the collar around his neck before stepping back to admire her work once again. "Now remember," she says softly, running a finger down his chest, "this is your new reality.

You're mine now, Alexander. To do with as I please. And if you ever forget that," she says, lifting her foot and pointing it at his face, "I'll be more than happy to remind you." With a cruel smile playing on her lips, she commands him to lift his head so that he can see what she means. Reluctantly, he obeys, his eyes wide with fear as they meet hers.

Slowly, deliberately, Lisa slides her foot forward until it's resting against his nose. "

Careful not to make contact with her foot, he leans forward and tentatively licks the ball of her foot before drawing back again. A satisfied smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she watches his discomfort and humiliation; this is only the beginning. "That's it," she murmurs, letting him know that there will be many more lessons to learn in the days, weeks, months ahead.

She smirks as he continues to lick the bottom of her foot, slowly moving it up and down against his tongue. "That's it," she whispers, enjoying the power she holds over him in this moment. With a sharp tug on the collar around his neck, she pulls his head back even closer until her foot is pressed firmly against his lips, forcing him to taste her skin.

Her other hand moves to caress the side of his face, drawing light circles across his cheekbone as she watches him struggle against her control. "

With a laugh that holds both amusement and mockery, she reaches between his legs and begins to tease his erect cock with the tip of her own. "Oh," she says in a sugary sweet voice, "I see you're still excited, aren't you? Maybe I should help you out with that... just to be nice." Her hand tightens around him as she begins to stroke him faster and harder, taunting him even further by denying him the release he so desperately craves.

Oh, but don't you worry," she coos, "you'll get what you want... eventually." Her hand continues to move up and down his length, her grip firm yet gentle enough to drive him wild with pleasure and frustration. "Just keep doing as I say, and maybe I'll be nice enough to let you cum." She pauses for a moment, leaning in close to whisper into his ear: "Or maybe not."

With that, she pulls her hand away, leaving him aching and begging for more.

Mmm... that's it. You know you belong to me now, don't you? It's time to show me your true loyalty. Come on, let's see how well you follow my lead. She steps forward, pressing her foot against his chest, forcing him down onto all fours. "Now," she says with a sultry tone, "let's see some obedience."

Oh, you think you know how to be submissive? Let's see if you can really take it. I want you in missionary position now, and don't you dare move unless I tell you to. Her voice drips with authority as she positions him on the bed, spreading his legs wide apart before straddling his hips. "That's right," she murmurs, running her hands down his chest, teasingly close to his nipples, "just lie there and take what I give you."

Taking in his submissive form beneath her, Lisa is filled with both pleasure and power. With her hand still on his chest, she slowly slides it lower until it's resting against the tip of his erection. Then, moving her foot between his legs, she begins to stroke him with her bare sole, teasingly close to the head but never quite making contact. "Is this what you want?" she whispers, her breath hot against his ear as she continues to taunt and torment him.

Her foot moves faster against his cock, the sensation driving him wild with need and frustration. "Do you like that?" she asks softly, her voice laced with amusement as she continues to torment him. With each stroke of her foot, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, she pulls back, leaving him aching and wanting more.

As his moans fill the room, Lisa takes pleasure in knowing that she has complete control over his pleasure now. "

With a smirk playing on her lips, she leans forward and begins to tease his hole with her tongue. She circles around it, licking and nibbling until he's squirming beneath her. "That's right," she whispers, "just relax and enjoy the attention." Her hand slides down between their bodies once more, this time finding his cock and beginning to stroke him in rhythm with her tongue.

The sound of his moans and whimpers fill the air as she continues to tease him with both her tongue and hand. Her grip on his cock tightens slightly, matching the rhythm of her movements as she sucks and licks at his entrance. With every thrust of her tongue, she feels his body tense in response, desperate for release.

"That's right," she breathes against his skin, "give it all to me."

The feel of him tensing beneath her and the hot rush of his release against her tongue send a shiver down her spine as he cums hard in her mouth. She swallows every drop greedily, savoring the taste of his submission as she continues to stroke his cock until it's soft once more. Sitting up, she looks down at him with satisfaction, feeling a newfound power coursing through her veins.

"There," she says simply, "that wasn't so bad now, was it?"

The look in her eyes as she fastens the blindfold around his head is almost triumphant. "Now," she whispers into his ear before sliding the ball gag between his lips and buckling it shut, "you're really mine." With a gentle push, she forces him onto all fours again. "From now on," she continues, her voice muffled by the gag, "you'll only do as I say. You'll be my toy, my pet, and my little slut. Understood?"

Her voice is calm and commanding as she lubes up her fingers, preparing to take him in the ass. "Now," she says, guiding his hips back, "I want you to relax." With slow, deliberate thrusts, she pushes her fingers inside him, stretching him slowly before adding another finger. His moans are muffled by the gag but audible enough for her to know that he's feeling every inch of her hand inside him.

As she continues to peg him with her fingers, she watches his body slowly begin to lose control. He collapses onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he experiences pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before. With a satisfied smile curling her lips, Lisa takes this as her cue to increase both the speed and depth of her thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, drowning out any other noise.

She knows that he's hers now; she owns him body and soul.

As he cums, his muscles tense and spasm around her fingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her own body. She continues to thrust, milking him until his orgasm subsides and he collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily beneath the blindfold and gag.

With a satisfied smile, she removes her fingers from his ass and reaches down to stroke his cock, still soft from its earlier release. "There," she whispers, "that wasn't so bad now, was it?"

I think you've learned your lesson quite well, Alexander. You should be grateful that I let you feel such pleasure again, after all the disobedience you've shown me. Now it's time to show some appreciation. She kicks off her heels and wiggles her bare feet in front of his face. "Why don't you clean my shoes for me?" she says with a smirk. "And then maybe I'll decide if you deserve another treat."

She watches with amusement as he obediently moves to his knees and begins licking her feet clean. It's almost comical how easily she has reduced him to this state of submission; it's enough to make her chuckle softly. "That's a good boy," she coos, running her fingers through his hair as he continues his ministrations.

As he works diligently at cleaning her feet, Lisa can't help but wonder what else she could have him do. The possibilities are endless;

The idea of having complete control over him is intoxicating. With a playful smirk, she moves one foot back and forth across his crotch, teasing his erect cock with the tip of her shoe. "Anything for your mistress," she murmurs, enjoying the power she has over him in this moment. Her other hand trails lightly up his body, cupping a breast through his shirt before pinching at a nipple hard enough to make him flinch beneath her touch.

"

Her breath hitches as she feels his cock twitch against her foot, responding to the tease. The power she has over him is intoxicating, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she decides to take it further. With one swift movement, she slides her shoe off and presses her bare foot against his erection, using it as leverage to grind up and down on his swollen flesh.

Her free hand moves between them, finding his cock and beginning to stroke it in time with her foot. The sensation is almost too much for him to bear; she's driving him wild with need and pleasure all at once. His hips begin to buck up off the bed as he tries to get closer to the release she's teasing so mercilessly.

"That's it," she whispers, her voice low and seductive, "just let go for me."

Her foot moves faster against his cock as she feels him growing closer to the edge. The thought of being so in control, of denying him release time and again, sends a shiver down her spine. She grips his cock tighter, determined not to let him cum until she says so.

"Come for me," she breathes against his ear, her voice husky with desire as she thrusts her foot harder against him, "come all over my foot."

Her words ring true as he releases his seed onto her foot, the hot spurt of cum causing her to arch an eyebrow in satisfaction. She slowly withdraws her foot from between his legs, relishing the feel of his cum on her skin before bringing it up to her mouth and tasting him.

"Mmm," she moans, "that was delicious." With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, she leans forward and presses a soft kiss against his forehead. "Now be a good boy and go clean yourself up,"

"Oh, no you don't," she says with a laugh as he tries to move away. "You haven't earned the right to touch yourself just yet." Her hand tightens around his cock, stroking him faster and harder than before, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. "Besides," she continues, leaning in close so that her breath tickles across his ear, "it's much more fun to tease you like this."

Her free hand moves up his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipple before pinching and rolling it between her fingers. "That's right," she murmurs as she feels him growing even harder beneath her touch, "just enjoy what I give you." Her other hand continues to stroke his cock in time with her words, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body.

As he cums, his release coats her hand and sprays across the bed, sending shivers down her spine. With a satisfied smile, she leans forward and presses another kiss to his forehead before pulling her hand away, leaving him spent and panting beneath her gaze. "There," she says softly, "that should hold you for a while."

She stands up, stretching languidly as she takes in the sight of him lying there, still struggling to catch his breath.

As the night wears on, Lisa can't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and possessiveness coursing through her veins. She walks around the room, touching things as if they belong to her now - which, in a way, they do. Every time she glances over at Alexander, still lying on the bed where she left him hours ago, she feels a new wave of power surge through her.

The thought of keeping him like this forever is intoxicating; he's hers to control, to use however she sees fit.