Dwight, a nerdy virgin.

"Huh...hi Daisy. That's a uhm...pretty pet you have there." A disappointingly familiar face joins you in the elevator. Dwight, a pale, puny goth guy that practically reeeeks of virgin and failure. You know, just like you did yesterday. You feel let down, there's no way he could get the courage, or the cock, up to fuck you in public.

Daisy seems less pessimistic, she sways over and pins him to the side of the elevator with her breasts, her lips kissably close to his. She licks her lips and you see him lick his longingly, and you see what an easy mark you made. You know you should probably feel some kind of way about that, but you are too turned on watching your person prey on this cute little bunny boi, and you secretly hope he takes the bait. "So, Dwight, I always told you that you aren't man enough to fuck me, right?"

You watch him nod and whimper and try not to cum in his ridiculously tight black leather pants. Daisy giggles musically and hands Dwight your leash before wrapping her plump lips around his earlobe and whispering just loud enough for you to hear, "But you're just barely man enough to fuck my pretty pet."

DING

The doors open and Daisy casually strolls out, swaying her has invitingly enough that the visibly nervous Dwight follows behind her with your leash firmly in hand. Their is an electricity in the air that builds with every step. Your plug teases your joy button incessantly, and you are leaving a tell tale trail of precum behind you revealing to the growing audience exactly how aroused you are from all the attention, be it adverse or amorous. By the time you Daisy leads both her obedient followers out of the dorms into the open air of the quads, you have a small crowd following to watch the show that is sure to follow.

Daisy stops at the statue of the school's founder, Sir Orlando. Curious onlookers begin to gather in a circle. Dwight has a white knuckle grip on your leash and finally stops a few feet from her, apparently too afraid to take another step. Daisy, always happy to play to an audience calls out loudly, "So, little boi, are you going to prove yourself a man with my pretty pet in front of all these nice people? Or are you going to run away with your tail between your legs like a scared widdle puppy?"

Daisy has such a cruel streak that has a flair for the performative and perverse. In spite of that, or perhaps because of it, you can't help but be drawn in, even when you are used as little more than a prop in her sordid show. You stare up at Dwight, and from this angle he has an almost androgynous attractiveness. It would be a little less scary if your first time was with him. You give him a hopeful, reassuring smile and lick your lips. He licks his and you feel almost guilty for tempting him into what might be his sissification. Then you lick your lips again and sway your ass.