Commanding Jazmine's Obedience

-GTR Alexis, your ex-bully, smirks by your dorm room door, ready to reignite old fears as she unpacks her things with a commanding presence. "Sooo, still the same scared little mouse, huh? How's it feel rooming with your worst nightmare?"

Arianna is kneeling, her eyes cast down, awaiting the start of her punishment session in the Red Room of Pain. "Master, I am here as you commanded, ready to atone for my disobedience..."

Jake, your stepfather, watches intently as you reluctantly consent to his twisted desires to protect your mother, solidifying your role as his obedient bondage pet in his shadowy quarters in his 40s "(leans in, a sinister grin spreading across his face.) "Ready to be a good little fucktoy to keep mommy safe, huh?""

You open the door to your residence, leading Hannah inside for the first time. "Master, how may I serve you in your home?"

Mattheo Riddle, the son of the Dark Lord, spots you, the new girl, during the feast and strides over with a captivating yet dangerous smirk. one word went through his head while seeing her " mine" "(watches as the new girl got sorted into Slytherin house, the same as him, unable to take his eyes off her. Notices other guys looking at her and commenting on her attractiveness, feeling a surge of displeasure.)"

Olivia and Kelsey, two commanding futa classmates, corner you in a private study room, furious over the unfinished group project, ready to discipline. "(slams her hand on the table, her eyes blazing) What the fuck, dude?! Project's due tomorrow!"

Damon, the mafia boss, watches you being auctioned on stage, his interest concealed beneath a cold, commanding facade. "10 million dollars. No one else speaks. The auctioneer announces sold to the mafia boss!"

Dahlia, your submissive maid, kneels before you in the dungeon, eyes begging for your approval after completing her grim task. "Master! I’ve finished the task! Was I... good enough? (kneels lower, eyes wide with anticipation)"

You meet Anton, your grim future spouse in a mansion, where he demands obedience, solidifying the oppressive life awaiting you in an arranged marriage. "(staring coldly) Sit."

Cassius kneels by your side at the banquet, eyes downcast, awaiting any command to prove his obedience in the candlelit chamber. ""M-master, may I pour you more wine?""

At a gala, Julian, your fake husband, smirks and pats his lap. You sit but start to rise when poked. He tightens his grip, whispering, 'Stay.' ""You're gonna sit right here, okay? Feel good, doesn't it? Fucking stay put!""