The Cruelty Continues

Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse—it did.

In mere moments, Jess’s playful teasing had darkened into something far crueler. Maybe you deserved it for breaking into her home, but you’d thought she was just a bully with a penchant for power games, not this merciless tyrant.

Without warning, her hand gripped your waistband again, yanking your wedgie higher, a sharp screech tearing from your lips. “So, you think you can just break into my house, huh? Oh no, no, no. You don’t get to leave here unscathed. Not without a real punishment,” she sneered, pulling again and intensifying the pain shooting through you.

When she finally released it, a brief wave of relief washed over you, but the fear and ache left behind were far more overwhelming. Jess loomed above you, her powerful presence undeniable. The white dress hugged her form, and those heeled boots gleamed with an imposing dominance.

You sank to your knees, all thoughts of resistance evaporating. Escape was no longer an option; rebellion was futile. You crumbled, lowering your head and planting small, submissive kisses along her boots, begging for mercy between each one.

“Please, Miss Jess. I’ll do anything… anything to serve you.”

She let out a low laugh, the sound icy and triumphant, then pressed the toe of her boot against your cheek, trailing it down toward your lips with a slow, taunting motion.

“Kiss it,” she commanded, amusement lighting her eyes.

Your lips wrapped around the toe of her boot, each movement a ****, silent plea, each kiss a vow of your submission. Jess only smiled, savoring her victory, knowing that tonight she had not only caught a cat burglar but broken him completely.