An early meeting with Cherylinne

Right from the beginning, you can tell that things are going to be different from now on as Brad and Jack from the team basketball pull you aside to tell you that Goddess Cheri has "summoned you", as they put it. It's not even a request, but rather an order from her, you note. You could refuse it, her pheromones don't affect you anymore and even if they did, she isn't here in front of you for them to work, but even so, you don't really give the thought serious consideration. You went along with her requests after making the pheromones ineffective on you because you wanted.

You love the cheer queen that Cherylinne had turned into thanks to your intervention. She's now a complete bombshell with a mind to match it - it's like the best of both sides and she clearly has plans that go beyond simple, spur-of-the-moment wishes. Yes, Goddess Cheri is definitely someone you want to obey... if only to ogle at those massive tits of hers.

Brad and Jack bring you to an unused office on the first floor and usher you in, moving to stand guard at the door before it even closes. Cherylinne is already waiting for you, seated behind the desk. "John, welcome," she greets with an indulgent smile before she nods to the chair closest to you. "Take a seat, please."

Taking a seat as requested, you get a good look at Cherylinne. Today she's wearing a leather biker jacket over a striped black and white T-shirt, but unfortunately, you can't see what she's wearing for her legs seated behind the desk. Knowing that her family is now pretty much the richest around, it's very likely that all her clothes are designer brand and costing several thousand bucks each piece. Noticing your glance, she smiles.

"My entire outfit apparently costs about ten grand in total," she tells you, correctly guessing the direction of your thoughts. "And it seems like I now live in a large mansion as well. Oh, did you know that my parents have different jobs now? My father is apparently a very successful surgeon and my mother is now the CEO of a multinational corporation. We're basically the upper crust of society's upper crust. I admit, I was a bit overwhelmed when I got home and my parents told me that I should call my chaffeur so he can pick me up with my limo. But then, I remembered - I deserve this," Cherylinne says with a beaming smile and you find yourself mirroring it.

"Of course you do, Goddess Cheri." And it's true, Cherylinne is so damn hot and intelligent that it only makes sense that she'd deserve all of that.

"Yes, of course, but the thing is - you made that all possible, John and I'm definitely grateful. As I said, I have plans and first, you're going to help me take over this school. Later... well, we'll get to that in the future. In any case, you will have the privilege of serving me. Because you enjoy that, don't you, John? You want to be my servant, right?" she questions and you don't even have to ask yourself.

"Absolutely, Goddess Cheri. Just tell me what you want and it'll be done," you promise, to which she smiles, pleased.

"Excellent," she says as she rises from her chair. With the motion, you can see that she wears a short, slitted leather tube skirt matching her leather jacket. Moving around the desk, she stops next to your chair. "Well, a servant obeys their Master - as you are my god-servant, you must obey me, your Mistress. John, kneel to me," she commands and you obey. There are no pheromones to make you follow her orders, but they're not really necessary. As she said, you want to obey her. You like doing it!

As you kneel to her looking down at her feet, you realize that this is how it should be. You kneeling to Cherylinne and her standing always at the top. She seems to think similarly, because she lets out a small moan of appreciation. "It's always good when your slaves obey without question. Good, good," she mutters as a rustle of cloth reaches your ears.

Startled, you watch as her designer leather tube skirt falls to the ground around her legs seconds before she steps out of it and kicks it aside. The casual disregard of such expensive clothing is just a byproduct of Cherylinne's new station of life, but the thought of it is just so hot that it helps in getting your dick to full mast, straining your pants.

"Now, my little god-****, look up to your Mistress. Please her," she commands you and you raise your head and your eyes to gaze at her perfect long legs, completely bare. They are unblemished, powerful and well-toned from her great genes and plenty of exercise and cheerleading practice. However, the most important part of her partially nude body aren't her legs, but the beautiful pussy tucked between her thighs. There's only a small tuft of well-trimmed black hair just above her pussy lips, but aside from that, you can already spot the glistening state of her increasing wetness. "God, I could hardly wait till today arrived to get my new dose of your tongue. Now get in there and worship me, John."