Derrick entered the hallway, students gazes locking onto what had left the locker room. They kept going about their lives, controlled by their schedules, but some didn't look where they were going and ended up bumping into each other. They gossiped to each other as they walked, "What a slut, I bet he likes getting held in like that", "Is she allowed to do that? I guess its as it should be though since Kyle is such a pushover", Kyle whimpered softly in his stifling prison. He cried out, "I'm not-!", before he found that he had been plunged deep into Derrick's breasts, breathing was nearly impossible and he struggled viciously.
Derrick moaned as he pleasured her, she whispered to Kyle, "You mmmmmm- You may not speak unless spoken to or if given explicit permission", she pulled him out of her breasts, "Understand?"
Kyle gasped softly, "Y- yes"
"Good slut", she responded.
Kyle whimpered at the word but soon found himself bucking his hips against his goddess again. Did he really enjoy being treated like this? It did feel really good, to have his needs taken care of and to live in eternal pleasure. To serve such a powerful woman... His thoughts trailed off as he returned to a state of blissful lust.
Derrick surveyed the crowds, the monotony displeased her. She wanted to snap them out of it, to break their masks, to force them to show their true nature.
She looked back down at her sex toy, "You shall refer to me as mistress", she told him, "Got it?"
"Y- yes mmmmm~ mistress...", he whispered.