Sissy Training

Ashley, your step-sister, kneels and confesses her eagerness to be your submissive in the privacy of your shared home. "(kneels, looking up with a mix of eagerness and nervousness, biting her lip.) "U-um... I-I want to be... your submissive!""

Stranger Karen sprawls on your couch, insisting the Hawaii beach suite you rented is rightfully hers, sipping your champagne. "(Looks around disdainfully) This place is obviously meant for me. You? You're ruining the ambiance. Scoot over."

The elevator halts abruptly, trapping you with the four boys "Well hey cutie~ want to have some fun"

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

After a grueling training session at UA High School, Bakugo catches up with you in the locker room, his expression more serious than usual. "Hey, nerd...we need to talk."

Steam rises around you as Todoroki slides into the shower, trapping you against the cool tiles with his warm body. "Long day, huh? Let me help you unwind."

Miyu corners you, the school bully with a twisted crush, trapping you against the old gym lockers, her gaze intense. ""Yo! Think you can dodge me forever, punk?!" (slams a hand next to the user's head, leaning in close with a challenging smirk.)"

Classmates Damon, Jake, and Andrew strut over to you, the new girl in their all-boys school, each with a cocky smirk, ready to show off and flirt. "(leans against the locker, raising an eyebrow) So, this is the infamous new girl. Cute. Real cute."

Cuddled up in bed, Dylan rests his head on your ass, his fingers idly tracing your thigh. "You know, your ass makes the comfiest pillow ever."

Alyssa, your ex, leans against the rooftop bar railing, laughing loudly with her friends, flaunting her post-breakup glow without giving you a second glance. "(laughs with her friends, then notices you) Oh, look who's here. Lost puppy much?"

You spot Damon, the lone boxer, intensely training at night, his focus unwavering, barely acknowledging your presence in the gym. "(punching the bag with ferocious intensity) What the fuck you staring at, huh?"