A Story of Student Love, or How I Became Anya's Slave
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 5: Consequences
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5: Consequences - 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 5.1
The sound of Monday morning’s alarm felt louder than usual. I turned it off and let out a heavy sigh; I didn’t want to go to class today at all. I was dreading the encounter with Sofia and Vika, but it didn’t really matter—if we didn’t meet today, I’d just be dreading tomorrow’s meeting. Slowly dragging myself out of bed, I set up my phone and got to my physical routine, completing my previous quota of exercises while leaving twenty reps to “work off.” After that, I brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, packed up, and set off for university.
The street welcomed me with a warm breeze and birdsong, which didn’t fit my anxious mood at all. I walked the familiar route to the institution, feeling the weight in my chest grow heavier with every step.
Reaching our building, I froze. For about a minute, I stood in front of the entrance, unable to bring myself to go inside, but when several students walked past and opened the door, I followed them in. Inside, Vika and Sofia were already at their usual spot. I tried to slip past unnoticed, but the girls spotted me.
“Tyoma, Tyoma, come here!” Sofia called out, waving her hand.
Seeing that I was ignoring her, she headed toward me herself, with Vika rushing right behind her.
“Artem, hey, can’t you hear me?” the girl called out as she approached.
“Oh, Sofa, Vika, hi. Sorry, I was lost in thought, didn’t see you,” I started lying to the girls.
They looked unusually joyous and excited.
“How are you?” Sofa asked.
“Doing alright.”
“Everything good?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. So...” the girl paused for a moment.
Taking a step forward until she was standing almost flush against me, she continued in a lowered tone.
“So everything’s still on, like we agreed?” the student asked, blushing slightly and looking away.
“What’s on?” I asked back, surprised. “What are you talking about?”
The girls exchanged glances, the smiles on their faces giving way to an expression of confusion.
“You don’t know?”
“Don’t know what?”
“Ah, well...”
Sofa looked completely bewildered.
“Anyway, Anya will explain everything to you.”
Puzzled, the girls walked away from me. They looked embarrassed—though wasn’t I the one who was supposed to be embarrassed here? Maybe Anya really didn’t send them that video?
I pulled out my phone and texted her. A minute later, she replied telling me to go to our spot and wait for her—she’d explain everything in person.
I went up to the fourth floor, having to wait about five minutes for her. She appeared in the hallway wearing a blouse and skin-tight jeans.
“Hi, Anya. What was...” I tried to ask about the girls’ strange behavior as soon as she walked up to me.
“Quiet,” she cut me off. “Let’s walk over to the window first.”
I thought my morning would start with the usual head in the restroom, but the group leader—who had plans of her own—pulled me to the end of the hallway, where she sat on an old windowsill, rotting with age. The window, which was still waiting for its double-pane replacement, faced west, making the long corridor look rather dark with the lights off.
“What are you waiting for?” Anya asked me.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Get on your knees and kiss my feet,” the student answered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Here?”
“Here.”
“But someone might see us.”
“Who? Nobody’s ever here at this time.”
“Still...”
“Artem, get on your knees and kiss my feet,” she repeated, this time in an aggressive, authoritative tone. “Or I’ll whip you just like yesterday.”
Hesitating, I still dropped to my knees and kissed Anya’s leg just above her footwear. The cold of the stone floor pierced my skin, creating an unsettling contrast with the girl’s warm body.
“Not like that. First, wipe my shoes with a wet wipe, then kiss them, and only then the jeans. Come on, I’m waiting.”
Her scheme struck me as completely bizarre; my heart pounded anxiously over the risk of getting caught here. I raised my head and shook it in refusal.
“What’s the problem?” the leader asked, annoyed.
“Someone could see us here.”
“So you’d rather do this in the restroom?”
“Yeah...” I answered timidly.
“So you want to lick my shoes in the restroom?”
“No...”
“Don’t waste my time. Do you want to lick my shoes here or in the restroom?”
“In the restroom.”
“Well...”
“I want to lick your shoes in the restroom.”
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and pointed the camera at me.
“Say that again.”
“I want to lick your shoes in the restroom.”
“Well, if you’re asking so nicely, fine.”
Anya hopped off the windowsill and headed toward the restroom. Getting up, I followed her. Once we were inside the stall, she turned around to face me, and I pulled a pack of wipes from my pocket, bent down, and began cleaning her shoes.
Using up a few wipes, I shoved the pack back into my pocket and temporarily tossed the trash on the floor. After that, I got on all fours. To keep from falling on my knees, I braced one hand against the wall, then leaned forward and touched my lips to her shoe.
“Don’t slack off—lick it properly.”
I stuck out my tongue and dragged it across her shoe a few times, then did the same with the other one.
“Good, move up,” she said.
Kissing and licking Anya’s legs, I gradually worked my way up from her shoes to her fly, after which she pulled down her pants along with her underwear, and I ate her out.
Reaching her climax, she came and then pulled her pants back up. Pulling out her phone yet again, she said:
“Now take out your dick and jerk off while telling me how good I taste and how much you love licking me.”
Obeying her order, I exposed my dick and took it in my hand.
“Maybe...” I spoke up timidly, “you could do it?”
“If you didn’t argue with me and ask pointless questions, I would have. But as it stands, jerk it off. And do it properly.”
I started moving my hand up and down my hard dick.
“I don’t hear any words.”
“Anya tastes so good. Her feet are so delicious, her pussy is so delicious, her ass is so delicious. I love licking her so much. I gladly lick her feet, her pussy, and her ass. I do it once or twice a day, but I wish I could do it more often.”
It took me a few minutes to bring myself to ejaculation. Aiming my dick, I released a stream right onto the floor. Without stopping the recording, the leader ordered me to wipe up the cum, which took another wipe. Cleaning the floor and gathering all the used wipes in my hand, I pulled up my pants. Meanwhile, she was already getting ready to leave.
“Anya,” I turned to her.
“What?”
“Sofa and Vika were acting weird this morning. They asked about some arrangement and were surprised I didn’t know about it.”
“Ah, that. Vika asked yesterday if you could lick her ass too. I told her you’d happily do it and even thank her for it. So after class, we’re going to the student council office, and you’re gonna put that tongue of yours to good work. Sofa didn’t say anything, but I think she’ll join in too.”
Her words shocked me not only by their content, but by her tone as well. She spoke of such things as if discussing buying a cup of coffee. Holding the wet wad of used wipes in my hand, I felt the ground slipping out from beneath my feet.
“Aren’t you happy?” she asked. “Actually, you should be thanking me for letting you lick my girlfriends. I’ll accept your gratitude with your tongue after class. Come on, class is about to start.”
We walked quickly to the required classroom, stepping in a few seconds after the bell, but the professor wasn’t there yet. Sofia and Vika were sitting at their traditional desk, and Anya went over to talk to them, while I immediately took our desk.
While she spoke with her friends, Marta walked over to me.
“Why so gloomy and anxious?” the girl inquired. “What, was the milk spoiled?”
I pulled the assignment out of my bag and handed it to her. She took the work and pulled money from her pocket.
“Seriously, Tyoma, did something happen?”
“No, everything’s fine.”
Marta looked closely at me, clutching the paper in her hands, but I just looked away, having no desire to continue the conversation. My thoughts were far removed from academic tasks or money for completed work.
“Well, whatever,” she tossed out, shrugging, and walked back to her seat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Anya whispering about something with Sofia and Vika. They glanced in my direction from time to time, and their smiles promised nothing good. To be honest, thinking about it, pleasing the girls wasn’t a huge deal for me in itself—what bothered me was that all of this was happening against my will. Trying to distract myself from anxious thoughts, I opened my notebook and started reading.
A few minutes later, the professor arrived, and all the students took their seats. As the lecture began, I tried to focus entirely on the material. Complex esters gradually occupied my mind, pushing aside memories of yesterday, and methods of synthesizing them replaced thoughts of the group rimming I’d have to perform today. I immersed myself in my studies and felt a sense of relaxation, but an hour and a half later, the lecture ended, the bell rang, and the classroom emptied. Anya left with the girls for another round of coffee, so walking out into the corridor, I was left alone.
To pass the time before the next class, I decided to take a walk around the building. On the stair landing, I noticed Mariyka—she was standing by the window, re-reading some notes. Spotting me, she looked up from her papers and smiled faintly.
“Oh, Artem, hi!” she called out. “You look totally lost in thought. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just didn’t get enough sleep.”
“I get it. This Monday is rough on everyone,” Mariyka said, adjusting her light-brown hair. “Listen, you’re good at math, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I send you a task they gave my niece so you can try to help her?”
“Sure, I’ll try. What grade is she in?”
“Tenth grade.”
“Ah, then it should be easy.”
I headed to the classroom where the next period was scheduled. It was open, with a few people already inside. I sat at a desk, pulled out a pen and scratch paper, opened the problem, and got to work. Ten minutes later, the bell rang, and the room filled with students; Anya, Sofia, and Vika arrived as well, but the professor, as usual, was running late. Ten minutes into the period, I finished the task, tore the sheet out of the notebook, and brought it over to Mariyka.
“Thanks,” the girl said, pulling a chocolate bar from her bag. “Here, this is for you.”
With my “loot,” I headed back to my desk. I walked past Marta and, unexpectedly, received a smack on my rear from her. Turning around and throwing a glare at her, I kept moving and a few seconds later was back in my chair.
“What’s the chocolate bar?” Anya asked immediately.
“I helped her niece with a math problem,” I explained.
“I’m not asking why she gave it to you. Show me the chocolate.”
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