A Story of Student Love, or How I Became Anya's Slave
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 3: locking it in
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3: locking it in - 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 3.1
The end of Thursday was spent typing up an applied organic chemistry assignment on my computer. It could have been written by hand, but then everyone I was making it for would have had to manually copy my calculations. It was much more practical to type out a master template and simply plug in the necessary calculations for each person.
After finishing my schoolwork and having dinner, I completed my evening workout, got into bed, and tried to sleep. But my dick was rock hard, and every time I closed my eyes, memories of Anya’s footjob flashed through my mind.
Half the night slipped away in endless masturbation. My dick craved the exact same sensations it had gotten from those strong female feet, sensations that were hard to replicate with hands while watching porn.
In the morning, I woke up with severe muscle soreness and a solid erection. After taking care of the arousal with my hand again, I pushed through the pain, set my phone on the desk, and began my morning workout. Yesterday, I’d hoped my muscles would adapt to the strain, but today they hurt even worse. So instead of my planned 80-80-24 routine—which made up four-fifths of the target quota—I managed only 70-70-20.
I’m really gonna have to sweat it out in the student council office today, I thought grimly over breakfast. On the bright side, there’d be sex of some kind again today. Feeling a bit cheered up by that, I headed off to class.
Deep in thought, I stepped off the bus and walked toward campus.
“Well, hello there, athlete,” a female voice suddenly chimed in from the side.
“Hey, Marta,” I greeted back.
The girl caught up to me.
“I have a chocolate bar for you.”
“What do you want?”
“Why immediately ‘what do I want’? Can’t I just give you a chocolate bar out of the goodness of my heart?”
“You could. But you don’t.”
“How rude...”
“The applied organic chemistry assignment?”
“Yep.”
“Standard price.”
“I’m a girl, give me a discount.”
“No,” I replied bluntly.
“Fine, I’ll pay. But I’m gonna hold this against you later—I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down.”
Is she joking, is she serious, or does she not even know herself? I mumbled under my breath as Marta shook her finger at me.
“Alright then, see you in class!”
The girl turned around, gave a slow, deliberate sway of her hips, and headed toward the store. I continued my walk into the university building. Inside near the entrance, Sofa and Vika were already hanging out. Spotting me, the girls giggled.
“And here comes our sports hero. Hey, Tyoma, muscles still sore?” Sofa asked inquisitively.
“Yeah.”
“DOMS can last two days; it should be gone by tomorrow. How are our assignments coming along?”
Instead of answering, I unslung my backpack, opened it, and picked out their two plastic sleeves from among the ten I had inside.
“Thanks. Now spill: what are you and Anya up to after classes?”
“What makes you think we’re up to anything?”
“The fact that she told us everything in detail, and we just want to cross-examine your stories.”
For a second, my heart skipped a beat. What exactly did Anya tell them? raced through my mind. But then I remembered who my classmates were and calmed down.
“Stop making things up, she didn’t tell you anything.”
“She did! Back me up, Vika.”
“Backed up.”
“And what exactly did she tell you?”
“That you really love her legs and that you send her erotic videos of yourself.”
I froze at her answer, but the girl kept going.
“She also said she might show those videos to us if we pay her. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not lying.”
A barrage of thoughts swirled in my head—did Anya actually tell them something? Did she really offer to sell them those videos? Paralyzed by anxiety, I couldn’t utter a single word. Luckily for me, Stepan—one of our classmates—snapped me out of my freeze.
“Hey, guys,” a short, dark-haired guy walked up to us. “Do we really have a test today?”
“Yeah,” Vika answered.
“Damn it, on what?”
“Materials science.”
“Right, so I’m skipping the last period today.” Stepan extended his hand, and I shook it. He was about to go about his business when I stopped him.
“Wait,” I called out. “Are you aware that the applied organic chemistry assignment is due on Monday?”
“Wait, we handed one in a month ago, is there another one?”
“I’ll do you one better: there’ll be three more before the end of the year.”
“Holy crap. Will you do it for me?”
“25, cash up front.”
“Why so much? And why cash up front?”
“Hey man, why are you getting up in Tyoma’s face?” Sofa answered for me. “You were told last semester—assignments cost double the day before submission.”
“I’m not getting up in his face, there are just too many of these assignments! And what do you mean ‘the day before submission’? Today is Friday.”
“We count business days; Artem needs time to rest too. And honestly, quit smoking—cigarettes definitely cost you more.”
“Oh, Sof, I’ve quit three times already, you think it’s that easy?”
Stepan pulled money out of his pocket, counted out the requested amount, and handed it to me. He turned to leave again.
“Hold on, where are you rushing to?”
“Smoking area.”
I reached into my bag, pulled out the plastic sleeve containing Stepan’s assignment, and handed it to him.
“Efficient...” Stepan took the assignment and headed toward the exit.
Anya walked through the doors right toward him. Today she was wearing a long skirt with a high slit that, with every step, revealed her toned legs in thin nylon pantyhose. Scanning the main hall, she noticed us and walked over unhurriedly.
“Hey everyone, what are you plotting?”
“Anya, Artem doesn’t believe that you told us about his erotic videos,” Sofa blurted out immediately.
“Well, he doesn’t believe it, so what? You don’t believe in God, but I don’t pick on you for that. What, Tyoma, muscles aching?” She turned to me. “Come on, I’ll explain how to make the pain go away faster.”
Anya took me by the hand and pulled me toward the stairs. Walking up was tough for me, so I practically had to lean on her to keep up with her pace. Predictably, she led me straight to the restroom. Only after we were inside a stall did I speak up.
“Did you actually tell them anything?”
“What do you think?” Anya asked with a smirk.
“I ... I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie, I can see you believe them. If I deny it, will you believe me or them?”
I thought about it for a second.
“You.”
“And if I confirm what they said?”
“Then I’ll believe you too.”
My logic amused Anya.
“And what if I sell them those videos for a grand and we split the money 50/50—how would you react to that?”
I paused. Not to think about how I’d react to that scenario, but because I didn’t understand how I was supposed to react to the conversation itself.
“Don’t just stand there like a statue; that’s not why I dragged you in here.”
I squatted down and got to work bringing her pleasure. Focusing on giving her cunnilingus, I pushed all thoughts about the privacy of my workout videos right out of my head.
When she climaxed, I stood up and started to unbutton my pants, but Anya stopped me.
“Tell me, what are you trying to do right now?”
“Same as yesterday—jerk off while feeling up your ass.”
“There are two options: either we leave right now, or I jerk you off. Obviously, you have to earn the second one.”
“How?”
“You’re a smart boy, figure it out.”
“You want me to let you show my workout videos to Sofia and Vika?”
“That’d be too easy. It needs to be a bit more complicated.”
“Should I send the videos to them myself?”
“Yep, and one more thing.”
A silence hung between us for a few seconds.
“Am I supposed to guess?”
“Yep.”
She rested her hand on my crotch for a second.
“You’ve got a minute. Guess wrong, and no jerking off today.”
“At all? Not even after class?”
Anya dealt me a light but stinging slap across the face. Right, no stupid questions.
“Do I need to send them another photo?”
“Nope,” she replied with a smirk.
“Write something?”
“Bingo.”
“I’m never gonna guess the exact words.”
“Fine, whatever, I’ll tell you that much myself. You have to text Sofa: ‘I love licking Anya’s feet’—not in those exact words, but write it out poetically.”
While I sat there frozen by the whirlwind of thoughts in my head, Anya began explaining her motivation for the whole stunt.
“I made a bet with her for a hundred bucks. If you do what’s needed, I’ll split the money with you.”
“You want me to sell my videos?”
She placed her hand on my crotch again. At the touch of her palm, I winced, and my dick twitched.
“If you come right now, I’m counting it as your reward, and then I’ll send them both your workout videos and the video of you licking my feet myself,” Anya said softly, stroking my dick through my pants.
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
She pulled her hand away.
“Go on then, make it quick—we’ve got 15 minutes till class.”
I pulled out my phone and opened Telegram. Opening the chat with Sofia, my hands began to tremble with anxiety, and doubt washed over me. Seeing me hesitate, Anya—who was still standing there with her pants pulled down—decided to sweeten the deal.
“You have 30 reps to work off. If you send the video, you don’t have to work them off today. Plus, we split the money fairly—50/50.”
I took a deep breath and sent the video to Sofa. Then I started typing out the text:
“Anya’s feet are the most gorgeous thing in this world. As I fall asleep, I wish to see them in my dreams, and when I wake up, I wonder what scented soap they’ll smell like today. The moment my tongue touches her soles brings back memories of the first time I ever tasted ice cream.”
“How romantic, I’m almost in tears,” Anya praised my literary efforts. “Come on, put your phone away.”
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