A Story of Student Love, or How I Became Anya's Slave
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 2: The First Trial
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2: The First Trial - A FemDom story about a student who falls in love with his class representative.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Blackmail Coercion Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Enema Foot Fetish
Section 2.1
Anya had warned me that she might be off the grid for a while, but I wasn’t prepared for her to disappear from the radar completely. On Friday evening, she dropped me a voice note telling me to shave my pubes and armpits, and generally not to forget to shave before Monday. After that, she went completely dark. I hoped she’d get back in touch on Sunday evening, but that never happened.
She didn’t come back online on Monday morning either. I arrived at the campus about forty minutes before our first class, or twenty minutes before the Monday morning assembly. Walking inside, I spotted Sofia and Vika near the coat check.
Sofa, as usual, looked effortlessly confident, holding a paper coffee cup in her hand, while short Vika was huddled up next to her, hands buried deep in the pockets of her long coat. The girls were quietly chatting and laughing about something, noticing me as I headed their way.
“Oh, Artem! Hey! Come over here!” Sofia called out when I was still a few paces away. “We were just talking about you,” she added as I walked up.
“Hey. About me?”
“About you, about you, who else?” Vika nodded. “Say, you’re gonna help us with today’s test, right?”
“Well, we’ll see how it goes...”
“Just try your best to help, you know, like always. By the way, what were you and Anya up to when you two stayed behind alone?” Vika asked, her tone laced with playful mischief.
“Nothing, really...”
The girls burst out laughing.
“Told you he wouldn’t spill!” Vika nudged Sofa with her elbow. “We’ll have to grill Anya.”
“Speaking of which, where is she? She hasn’t replied since Friday,” I asked them.
“Oh, didn’t she tell you? She won’t be in until the third period.”
“Right,” I muttered.
“Oh, look who decided to show up!” Vika perked up, waving to someone behind my back.
I turned around. Mariyka was walking toward us—a tall blonde from our group. She always looked sweet and kept a slight distance from the loud, overly active crowd, but she was on good terms with everyone. Her ash-blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her gentle smile gave off an aura of helplessness, though I knew full well she wasn’t above copying off me either.
“Hey, girls. Hey, Tyoma,” Mariyka said, coming over. “I think we have the same test variant in analytical chemistry. Mind letting me borrow your notebook for ten minutes?”
Without a word, I pulled out my notebook and handed it to her.
“Thanks, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Since analytical chemistry was our first class, the blonde promptly took my notebook and rushed toward the stairs to snag a quiet spot on the second-floor windowsill to copy the homework.
I barely had time to watch Mariyka walk off before two other classmates—Marta and Tanya—appeared. Those two were joined at the hip and were notorious for their feisty, cheeky attitudes. Marta was skinny and sharp in her movements, while Tanya was tall and athletic, with a perpetually sarcastic look in her eyes.
“Artem, here’s a candy,” Marta said, handing me a piece of candy. As soon as I took it, she laid out her requirements—”Now hand over your notebook.”
“Mariyka already took it.”
“Oh, damn it. Where’d she go?”
Once I pointed her in the right direction, the desperate student hurried off.
“Why can’t people just copy things in advance?” I muttered.
“Tell me about it,” Tanya agreed with me. “Sofа, you got your notebook on you?”
“Here, take it.”
“Thanks.”
Watching the girls leave, I remarked out loud that there would only be three people from our group at the morning assembly. Usually, there were at least four. Not that it mattered all that much, but the dean’s eyes would occasionally sweep over us during assemblies, and we could see the silent question in his gaze: Why are there seven to ten people from other groups, but less than half of that from yours?
There wasn’t any major news for the week this time, so after the national anthem and a brief speech, the crowd dispersed quickly. The girls and I headed to our classroom on the third floor. Gradually, Tanya and all the others who valued twenty minutes of sleep too much to waste them on assembly joined us. Mariyka and Marta slipped into the room five minutes before class started.
“Hey, what about my notebook?” I called out to them as they sat down at their desks.
“Natalka and Olya took it.”
“Oh, what the hell?”
I didn’t even know what was more infuriating in this situation—that my notebook was so casually passed off to a third party, or that said third party knew in advance where to find it.
“Why are you passing my notebook around like a village bicycle?”
“Watch it, or we’ll pass you around like one,” Marta snickered.
Okay, that was pushing it way past the line.
“Marta, don’t push your luck, he’s gonna smack you,” Tanya told her friend.
“Fine, sorry, we won’t do it again.”
My notebook was finally returned to me right after the bell rang, exactly fifteen seconds before the professor walked into the classroom.
“Alright, good morning, everyone. Let’s make this quick—who’s missing? Class monitor, why are you quiet? Ah, she’s not here. Tell her later to mark the absences. Okay, who wants to explain the homework at the board? Artem, put your hand down. Victoria, are you raising your hand? Miraculous! Please, go ahead.”
The professor rattled on like a machine gun; the guy belonged on a rap stage, not in an academic department. Not that I cared, though. After a swift homework check, he launched into his lecture. He spoke so fast he could easily condense two classes’ worth of material into one—which was convenient, considering we had a double period of his subject today. Rumor had it he used to do just that in the past until he got a formal reprimand and stopped. By the way, I was the only one in the group who could actually keep up with his pace when taking notes (though nobody except me could actually read my handwriting).
The double period passed quickly, and the whole group moved to the physical and colloid chemistry classroom, where we were scheduled to take a major test today. Settling into my seat and unpacking my things, I suddenly caught myself wondering—where on earth was Anya? And I wasn’t the only one.
“Where’s your precious girl?” Sofia asked, sitting at the adjacent desk.
“How should I know?”
“Well, if she’s not here...”
Sofia got up and moved to sit right next to me.
“Traitor,” Vika commented on her move.
“Quiet, you and Artem have the same test variant,” Sofa snapped back.
Anya entered the classroom almost at the exact moment the bell rang. Unhurriedly, she walked over to the desk and shot a firm, unyielding look at Sofa, who had taken her seat.
“Why don’t you go sit with Vika?”
“No.”
Sofia merely rolled her eyes, packed up her things, and reluctantly retreated to Vika’s desk. Anya sat down next to me without saying a word, not even bothering with a greeting. She smelled of morning chill and fresh coffee. The professor walked in a couple of minutes later and began handing out the test papers. The test turned out to be fairly easy, and I quickly knocked out both variants of the assignment.
After class, I tried to talk to Anya, but she brushed me off, saying we’d talk after classes were over. During the break and throughout the fourth period, she spent far more time with her girlfriends than with me, even though we were sitting at the exact same desk. However, right after the fourth period, the two of us headed down to the student council office.
Anya comfortably dropped into her chair as usual and pulled out her phone. But this time, she wasn’t just staring at her screen while I licked her feet; she actually talked about her weekend. About fifteen minutes passed before she ran out of things to say.
“That’s enough. Now get on your knees.”
I followed her order without hesitation.
“Are you ready for your test?” she asked, her eyes still glued to her phone.
“Yes.”
“Do you know what cunnilingus is?”
“Yes.”
Anya set her phone aside for a brief second, stood up, quickly slid off her pants, and sat back down, picking the phone right back up.
“Get to work. And take it easy.”
She sat there in her black panties, casually scrolling through her phone, while I began kissing and licking her shins, slowly working my way up. “After a couple of minutes, I reached her underwear. Anya spread her legs, and I began kissing and licking the area between her thigh and her pussy. A few minutes later, she took off her panties, tossed her phone aside, and let me move on to the main course. Starting with her outer labia, I quickly transitioned to eagerly licking her clitoris. I didn’t have much experience,, so it took me a relatively long time to bring Anya to an orgasm.
“That’s enough,” she gasped as she finished. “Not bad, but you still have a lot to learn.”
Anya slowly straightened herself out, pulling her underwear and pants back on, turning right back into that same cold, untouchable class monitor the whole department knew. I remained on my knees, breathing heavily, waiting for her next words. The sense of accomplishment was mixed with a subtle dread—I knew this was only the beginning.
“That’s all for today. We’ll continue tomorrow. Just so you know, if you pass this trial, there’s a reward in it for you.”
“What kind of reward?”
Anya was already slinging her bag over her shoulder. She paused near the exit, her hand lingering on the door handle for a split second before she turned around. A spark flashed in her eyes—one I rarely ever saw—a mix of genuine satisfaction and something akin to excitement.
“You’ll see. But I promise you’ll like it. Now don’t just stand there like a statue, I need to lock up.”
As we walked out of the office, she added: “If everything goes well, we’ll move on to stage two on Wednesday. And if you do a decent job, I’ll make sure you get your satisfaction, too.”
Section 2.2 Tuesday and Wednesday morning passed without any major incidents. On Tuesday, after classes were over, Anya and I went back to the student council office. Once we finished our homework, I licked her legs again and gave her cunnilingus.
On Wednesday after class, I had to wait for the student council meeting to finish. After sitting in a nearby pizzeria for an hour, I headed back to the campus.
On my way in, I bumped into some student council members, including Sofia,, of course, paid attention to me.
“Where are you headed, Tyoma?”
“Oh, I ... forgot something...”
“And what did you forget?” She snickered. “And here I was wondering why Anya stayed behind in the office. Go on, she’s waiting for you.”
I just nodded awkwardly at girl’s comment, trying to avoid making eye contact. By the time I made it up to the right floor, the hallways were nearly deserted, save for a janitor clattering buckets somewhere at the far end of the corridor. I walked up to the student council door and opened it carefully.
Anya, who was sitting in her chair, looked up from her phone and shot a glance at me.
“Lock it from the inside and get to work.”
The key was hanging in the lock from the inside. I turned it, walked over to her, dropped to my knees, and started taking off her shoes. After licking her legs came the usual cunnilingus, though this time I incorporated my fingers into the technique.
Upon reaching her orgasm, Anya praised my performance.
“We can consider stage one successfully passed,” she declared. “We can move on to stage two. But first, take off your clothes. I want to check if you got rid of your body hair.”
I started undressing.
“Hurry up, I still have plans tonight. And give me your belt.”
Once completely naked, I obediently handed her my belt. Anya scanned my body with a skeptical gaze.
“Turn around.”
I turned around.
“Hmm, small dick, no abs, but your ass is alright. Bend over.”
I bent over and unexpectedly took a strike of the belt across my ass. Wincing from the mild yet surprise blow, I grabbed the hit spot with my hand as the class monitor explained her actions: “And why didn’t you shave your ass? Fix it over the weekend, but for now, whatever. Okay, turn back around.”
After waiting a few seconds for me to turn around, she tossed the belt aside and picked up her phone again. A moment later, I heard the click of the camera taking photos.
“Alright, that’s sorted out. Moving on to stage two of the first trial—rimming.”
“You want me to lick your ass?”
“Yep. While you’re at it, I’ll let you feel me up a bit, and afterward, you’ll get your reward.”
“I’m not sure I like this,” I said hesitantly.
“You want to give up halfway through?”
“If the first trial is like this, what’s coming next?”
“It’ll get easier from here.”
The girl set her phone on the desk, turned around in her chair, and got on all fours.
“Come on, Tyoma, don’t waste my time, stop acting up.”
It was the first time in my life seeing a bare female ass, and my already erect dick swelled with blood to its limit. Involuntarily, I walked over and placed my hand on Anya’s buttocks. Firm yet soft—the unrivaled sensation of tender female flesh.
“Do it, and I’ll jerk you off.”