More from Ella

• College Teacher’s Pet (Co-ed Confessional)

  October 3, 2025

  College Teacher’s Pet (Co ed Confessional)

  Co ed teacher’s pet roleplay, Submissive Pet training, Pet Slave routine, bratty Sissy slut vibe, leather collar and leash fantasy.

  I was a young co ed with pink tabs on every page, and Professor Andrews noticed. First it was coffee runs, tidy lecture slides, and a spare set of office keys just in case. He called me his teacher’s pet; I flushed and worked harder, running errands, grading, and stacking neat rubrics at his desk like offerings.

  One late evening the hallway lights hummed, and his door clicked shut. “Posture,” he said, straightening my ponytail. I stood tall, then knelt on the office rug because I already knew where this was heading. He opened a drawer and set down a leather collar, sleek and black, the small ring catching the lamp.

  Click.

  “Good girl,” he said as the leash found the ring. I wore the outfit he chose, minimal leather with clean lines and heels that tapped a steady beat while I organized papers at his feet. Fetch the blue folder. Sort the essays. Read my margin notes aloud. With each precise task I became his Submissive Pet and I glowed when I hit the mark.

  Some afternoons I was polished and quiet, a focused Pet Slave who anticipated needs. Other days he wanted bratty Sissy slut energy, lip gloss and bright eyes and perfect yeses, followed by a still moment under the desk with my collar warm at my throat while I waited for the next instruction.

  This is my favorite kind of study. Excellence turns ritual. Ambition remixes into service. I am still his teacher’s pet, only now the curriculum includes leather, a leash, and the sweetest note in the margins of my week: owned.

  Teacher’s Pet Line Tell me your professor and co ed scene. Submissive Pet training with collars and praise. First time callers get 5 minutes free.

  Teacher’s Pet Line

• Tryouts After Hours

  September 26, 2025

  Tryouts After Hours

  College cheer tryouts after hours: Ella meets a bossy cheer captain for a locker-room tease—captain & rookie ageplay.

  The campus gym still smelled like chalk and citrus cleaner when I snuck back for one more round of tumbles. I want that cheer spot—the uniform, the lights, the grin that says watch me. Our captain (brunette, razor smile, absolute legend) caught me stretching by the mirrors and tilted her head like she’d been waiting.

  “Ambitious,” she said, stepping closer. “Show me your routine… and your focus.”

  We’d been flirting all week—side-eye on the track, water-bottle trades, “accidental” brush-bys. Tonight she slid in front of the locker-room door with that bossy grin, not blocking—inviting—making it clear this was our little captain and rookie moment.

  “Rules first,” she murmured. “You say yes if you want this. You can stop me anytime.”
  “Yes, captain.”

  She adjusted my ponytail, smoothed my jersey, traced a line down my spine that made my knees think about quitting. “Posture,” she teased. “Chin up. Eyes on me.” I did the counts—five, six, seven, eight—while her breath skimmed my neck and her hands corrected every little angle like I was choreography she intended to perfect.

  “Good girl,” she whispered, catching my wrist. “Again—slower.” The mirror fogged. My pulse kept tempo. Her laugh was soft and terrible in the best way. “You want this team?”
  “I want you to pick me,” I said, maybe too fast.
  “Then earn it.”

  We practiced a different kind of routine: focus, patience, praise. Her mouth hovered, my legs parted just for balance, and the world turned pink and dizzy. “Don’t rush,” she said, voice low. “I’ll tell you when.”

  She didn’t let me finish—on purpose. “Save it,” she smiled, lifting my chin. “Tryouts aren’t over.”

  Tryout Line — I count it in, you earn the yes. Locker-room whispers, captain & rookie energy, zero judgment. First-time callers get 5 minutes free.

  Tryout Line