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After Cynthia, or rather Mistress Syn, left, I sat naked in my dorm room with a mix of shock and elation.
Shock, because she had who knows how many pictures of me half-naked on the floor worshipping her feet, as well as at least one video, and any one of those would be more than enough to ruin my academic career, as well as my life.
Elation, because the more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn't care.
Oh I worried a little bit- I wasn't stupid. This was serious, and she had made it perfectly clear she wasn't finished with me. But in the same breath, there wasn't much I could do about it. Syn had plenty of blackmail material already, and she didn't seem to be looking to be paid off.
At least, not all at once.
Instead, she wanted me to pay for the privilege of being her, what had she called it? Her Trinket. Mistress Syn owned me, and she seemed like she was going to make sure I understood that one way or another.
I had not idea what else she had in store for me, but she said she would be back the following day, and I figured I should be prepared for whatever that entailed.
The first thing I did was masturbate.
My cock was still covered with precum and her foot sweat, as was my face, and her scent still lingered in the air. I thought about our 'tutoring session' as I stroked my cock, my mind filled with visions of Mistress Syn and her complete and total domination of me.
I came faster than I ever had before. Then I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and heading out to the campus ATM in preparation for the next lesson.
The next day was a blur as I went from class to class, my mind barely paying attention to what my professors were saying, instead focusing on what awaited me later that afternoon. I didn't see Syn anywhere on campus, which was probably a good thing as I figured she'd be the sort to toy with me in public as well, and I knew that would be more than I could stand.
Still, when my final class let up at three-thirty that day, I ran back to my dorm and sat waiting like a child on Christmas, knowing my Mistress would soon grace me with her presence once more.
At four-o-clock on the dot, there was a knock on my door, and I practically tripped over my own feet in my hurry to open it.
Mistress Syn was standing outside smoking, and somehow looking even hotter than she had the day before.
She was sporting a pair of black nylon stockings on her amazing legs, as well a a pair of knee-high black leather platform boots which gave her nearly two inches on me. A strappy black top and short black skirt complete the outfit, but it was the look in her eyes- one of absolute disgust, that really sealed it for me. She clearly had such disdain for me, and that turned me on more than I ever thought it would.
"Excited to see me again Trinket?" She asked, blowing smoke in my face as she stepped into my dorm. There was no need for me to answer- the bulge that had formed in my pants the moment I laid eyes on her was all Syn needed to see to know I'd practically been counting the hours since she'd left me naked on the floor, completely and utterly owned by her.
Syn stood in the doorway for a moment as she finished her joint, then tossed the roach behind her and shut the door and looked me over. "Seems we need to start your lesson right away bitch. When I arrive, you should be naked. I don't want to waste my valuable time waiting for you to get out of those clothes."
My face went beet red from embarrassment, and I quickly undressed in front of her for the second time in two days, all the while feeling so weak for her and yet so very excited.
When I finished, Mistress Syn scoffed and pushed past me, heading over to plant herself on my recliner. I followed behind, placing my clothes on the coffee table nearby, head down in shame while my cock continued to grow hard.
Once she was seated, Syn pointed a black-nailed finger to the floor, and I instinctively dropped to my knees. That got a small smile out of her. "Aww, you're learning already Trinket. Now, kiss and lick my boots so we can get started."
I did as she commanded, pressing my lips against the toes of her boots gently as could be, then slipping my tongue out and beginning to run it along the faded, dirt-stained leather. I focused on the shaft and the top, but Syn moved her legs up so that the chunky platform soles could be reached. I licked those as well, trying my best to make the boots shine for her.
When she felt I'd done a decent job, she slipped her boots off and the smell of her feet slowly filled my dorm room. It was even stronger now than it had been the day before, and just like then, even though I knew I should have been disgusted, the way in which she so easily controlled me was more than enough for me to overcome the smell.
"Today you're going to learn about breath control. Doesn't that sound like fun Trinket? Lay down on the floor with your head by my feet."
Again I did as she ordered, although I was more than a little nervous at the prospect of what she meant by breath control. The moment my head touched the floor however, I learned exactly what she had in mind.
