A Story of Student Love, or How I Became Anya's Slave
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 7: Unsealing Vika
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7: Unsealing Vika - 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 7.1
The girls and I walked into the physical chemistry classroom and headed toward our usual seats. Taking her chair, Sofia cast a glance at the guy who had taken the seat where the group leader usually sat.
“Anya, you’ve changed. Haircut’s a bit different.”
“What? Are you talking to me?” replied Anton, who had shown up for class for the first time in three weeks.
“Anya usually sits there,” I explained to him, sitting down at the desk, “and she really doesn’t like it when someone takes that spot, even when she’s not here. You should know that—you’ve been studying here for three years, after all.”
“Does she not know other groups use this classroom too?”
“She knows.”
“Anyway, I need the higher math assignments; you and I have the same variant.”
“Do you need the assignment or the solutions?”
“The solutions.”
“And I need five dollars.”
“You already did those problems anyway, why are you asking for money?”
“I explained that to you last time. And the time before that, and the time before that. You come to class once a month, you need term projects, you need home assignment solutions, and you come to me with all of it. Every single time it’s the exact same conversation—how long is this gonna go on?”
“Why are you throwing shade at me?”
“I’m not throwing shade, I’m asking a fair question—how long is the exact same conversation gonna start over and over again?”
Anton scowled and shot a venomous look at me.
“Watch it, or we’ll meet down some alley and talk differently.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Sofia cut into the conversation without leaving her seat. “Just because you’re stupid doesn’t mean you’re tough, and you’d get that if you weren’t so damn stupid.”
“Why are you sticking your nose in?”
“Because I want to. And if you keep running your mouth, I’ll stick something huge up your ass.”
“What?”
“That. I’ll fuck you with a strap-on that big and post the video online. Back off before we put you in your place.”
The guy froze at the girl’s threats.
“Are ... are you insane?” he finally squeezed out after a quarter-minute pause.
“Are you a doctor? Want to heal my ass with that tongue of yours?”
“Fuck off, you psycho.”
“I’d tell you to fuck off too, but you’ve already reserved that seat for yourself.”
“Man, this place is a total psych ward...”
“What are we arguing about here?”
Marta, who had been sitting at the very back of the classroom a minute ago, walked up to the front rows and joined the argument with obvious interest.
“Oh, Anton here was telling us how many blowjobs he gave over the weekend.”
“What?!” the guy yelled indignantly.
“Wait, so are you hitting on Tyomka? Get the hell out of here, fag. Tyoma’s ours!”
“Fuck all of you. You need serious help.”
“You’re repeating yourself, dumbass. Come up with something new.”
“Freaks.”
“Your parents,” Marta completed his sentence.
“What did you say?!”
Anton bolted from his seat and stepped up to Marta. They locked eyes.
“Are you not just stupid, but deaf too?”
“I swear I’ll—”
“You’ll what?”
After a moment’s hesitation, the guy backed off, grabbed his bag, and headed for the exit.
“Hysterics!” he yelled, standing by the door.
“Wuss,” Marta called back.
Anton opened the door and nearly collided with the professor. He had appeared out of nowhere, like snow in July, and caught off guard, the guy recoiled backward, almost losing his balance.
“Easy, easy, I don’t bite,” Mykola Ivanovych said, scanning the unfortunate student. “Glad to see you, young man,” he added as he entered the classroom. “You may take a seat, class is about to begin. Or did you just pop in for a minute so we wouldn’t forget you?”
The professor headed to his desk, and Anton, after thinking it over, took a seat after all—choosing the last desk on the right since it was completely empty. Meanwhile, Marta sat down next to me (there was no point in telling her Anya would be mad).
A minute later, the bell rang, and the lecture began. Mykola Ivanovych dictated the material in his usual manner, dropping jokes every now and then (some of them were actually funny). The students listened with one ear and took notes with one hand—classic student perfectionism. Meanwhile, my temporary desk mate placed her left hand on my knee and tried to wrap her leg around mine. Trying to ignore the pushy girl, I took down notes while simultaneously planning today’s cooking.
Section 7.2
Three periods passed quickly, and Sofia, Vika, and I headed to the store. I decided to prepare veal tenderloin medallions—the necessary ingredients were easy to find in a decent supermarket, the meat does’t require advance preparation, and cooking doesn’t take long. To accompany the meat, I decided to make caramelized pears and a creamy cheese sauce.
Having bought the necessary ingredients, we headed to Sofia’s place; she lived close to the university. Opening the door, the girl let Vika and me into a small but cozy apartment. The girls immediately went to wash up, while I headed to the kitchen to take charge.
Quickly finding the necessary utensils and spices in the small kitchen, I set to work. First, I sliced the meat into medallions. Placing a skillet over the burner, I rubbed the meat lightly with spices and tossed it onto the pan. Once the meat was seared, I transferred it to the oven.
While the veal was roasting, I got to work on the side dish—the pears. I peeled them, trying to preserve their shape, and sliced them into neat wedges. I set a small saucepan on the gas stove, poured in a little sugar, and waited for it to turn into golden caramel, after which I poured in red wine. The liquid hissed, raising a cloud of intoxicating steam and filling the kitchen with its aroma. After waiting half a minute, I tossed the sliced pears into the syrup.
While the fruit was soaking in the syrup, I set about making the sauce. Taking another saucepan—a bit old and dented, but perfectly functional—I poured in heavy cream and set it over the fire. While waiting for the cream to heat up, I crumbled the cheese, and when the liquid in the saucepan began to simmer, I tossed in the cheese pieces and started stirring.
The girls walked out of the bathroom just as the food was ready. Sofia was wearing a thin pink robe, while Vika was wrapped in a towel. Their wet hair hung over their shoulders, their slender legs bare below the knees gleamed with moisture, and they smelled of soap and shampoo.
“Have a seat,” I said, plating the medallions and drizzling them with the thick sauce. “Dinner is served.”
I set down the plates, where wine-red pears sat beautifully beside the browned meat. Sofia pulled out glasses and reached for a half-full bottle.
“Vika, why are you standing there like a stranger? Sit down before it gets cold,” filling the glasses, the girl nodded to her friend at the chair beside her. “Tyomka really outdid himself today.”
While the student sat down at the table, Sofia cut a small piece of veal, dipped it generously into the sauce, and popped it into her mouth, closing her eyes. An expression of pure bliss appeared on her face.
“God, this is incredible...” she whispered, chewing slowly. “Tyom, you’re not just a cook, you’re a wizard. Vika, you have to try this.”
Sofia held out a fork with a bitten piece to her friend. Vika, holding her towel with one hand, opened her mouth, allowing the girl to feed her.
“So delicious,” the student said softly after chewing the meat.
Saying this, the girl offered a gentle smile. Her shoulders were still damp, and drops of water slowly trickled down her collarbones beneath the terry cloth. Releasing the towel, the girl picked up her fork and reached for the meat herself. Left unsupported, the fabric slid noticeably lower, revealing the upper part of her breasts.
“You’ll have plenty of time to stare at her,” Sofia told me. “Eat up, you have a very responsible task today.”
“And what does this task consist of?”
“You’ll find out when we finish eating.”
We ate in near-total silence, interrupted only by the quiet clink of forks and our breathing. The veal turned out truly amazing: the blue cheese sauce gave the meat a savory kick, while the sweet wine-soaked pear balanced the flavor perfectly.
Once we finished eating and drank the wine, Sofia led us into her bedroom. The girl’s bedroom was quite spacious; besides the bed, there was a wardrobe and a desk with a laptop on it.
Stepping inside, the student immediately shed her robe onto the bed, then turned to Vika and yanked the towel off her, exposing her still slightly damp body. Once I locked the door behind us, Sofia turned to me.
“Today we have two very serious events—Vika is finally going to lose her anal virginity. And I am finally going to take Vika’s anal virginity.”
Saying this, the girl turned around and, swaying her ass, strutted over to the wardrobe. Vika shuddered for a moment—whether from the cool air or from what she heard. Her skin, still warm from the shower and flushed with wine, broke out in fine goosebumps. She stood in the middle of the room, avoiding eye contact with me.
Rummaging through her wardrobe for a moment, Sofia pulled out a harness with a small strap-on attached.
“How do you like it?” the girl asked me, proudly displaying her toy. “This handsome devil has been inside Vika a couple of times already, but today he’s visiting new places in her body. And you’re going to help us with that.”
“And what am I supposed to do?” I asked the student in a somewhat bewildered voice.
“Vika is a pretty girl, but she’s shy and fearful. You need to help her relax, make her as soft as that medallion you cooked. We’ll start with a massage. Vika, why are we standing around? Lie on the bed.”
Vika obediently walked over to the bed and lay face down, placing a pillow under her breasts. Her delicate back still held a faint moisture, and her buttocks, still pink from the warm shower, looked like a true work of art.
“I’ve never done a massage before,” I told Sofia, admiring the girl’s body for a moment.
“I thought Anya taught you,” she replied in surprise. “No big deal, there’s nothing hard about it.”
Sofia walked around the bed, climbed onto it, tossed the strap-on onto the edge, and sat down next to Vika. She gestured for me to come over, and walking up to the bed, I stood opposite her.
“Place your hands on her back.”