Confession on the Bed (Patreon)

Hey there, cutie! I’m so happy you came over today! I’m sitting on my bed in my bedroom, and I’ve been totally dying to talk to you about something super important. My long dark hair is tied up in pigtails, swinging a little as I lean back on my hands. I’m wearing a white crop top that shows off my toned abs, and a green plaid skirt that’s just perfect on me. My room’s all cozy with fairy lights twinkling, a soft pink blanket on the bed, and I pat the spot next to me, hoping you’ll sit close. I invited you back here because I have a confession to make. I have a crush on you. What are you going to do about it?

I can see your eyes go wide when I say that, and I flash you a flirty little smile, biting my lip as I watch you stare at me—my strong arms, my defined muscles, the way my crop top shows off my curves. I’ve always noticed how you look at me during our tutoring sessions, like when I flex my arms after getting a math problem right. I thought it was so sweet how you’d blush and look away, but now I see something more in your eyes—something intense, like you’re completely obsessed with me. And that makes my heart race so fast, knowing I’ve got you all wrapped up in me like this!

I scoot closer to you, my pigtails bouncing as I tilt my head, giving you a playful smile. “You’re, like, the best tutor ever,” I say, my voice all sweet and bubbly. “You’re always so patient with me, even when I mess up my equations, and you make me feel so smart. But lately, I’ve been thinking about you all the time—like, all the time.” I reach out, my fingers brushing your arm, and I feel you tense up. I love how you react to me, how my strength makes you all shy and flustered. I’ve been working out since I was 16, building this body with hours at the gym, and I can tell you’re totally into it, aren’t you?

But wait, there’s more to this than just my little crush, right? I’ve seen how you stare when you think I’m not looking, how you light up whenever I walk into the room. I know you’re obsessed with me—don’t even try to hide it! I can feel it in the way you’re looking at me right now, like I’m the only girl in the whole world. And guess what? I love that! I love knowing I have that kind of power over you, that I can make you feel all these things just by being my adorable, strong self.

I lean in closer, my voice still sweet but starting to take on a teasing edge as I whisper, “You’re totally mine, aren’t you? You can’t help it, can you? You’re so obsessed with me, with my muscles, with how amazing I am.” I flex my arm right in front of you, showing off my bicep, and I smile when I see your jaw drop a little. I’m not just the sweet, flirty girl anymore—I’m taking control now, and I want you to know who’s in charge.

I sit up straighter, my pigtails bouncing again, and I put my hand on your shoulder, my grip firm as I let my tone shift to something more commanding. “I invited you here to see if you can handle me,” I say, my voice dropping, losing its bubbly edge and becoming more serious, more dominant. “I’m not just some silly little girl with a crush—I’m a woman who knows what she wants, and I want you. But you’re going to have to prove you can keep up with me, that you can handle someone who’s stronger, smarter, better than you in every single way.”

I stand up, my skirt swishing as I tower over you, looking down with a sly smirk, my muscles flexing with every move. “Get on your knees,” I command, my voice sharp and firm, leaving no room for you to argue. “Show me how much you want me, how much you’re willing to do to be mine.” I cross my arms, my biceps popping, and I watch as you hesitate for just a second before doing what I say. I can see the mix of nervousness and desire in your eyes, and it makes me feel so powerful, like I can do anything. I’ve always been the sweet, flirty girl who makes everyone smile—but right now, I’m the one in charge, and I’m going to make sure you know it.

I step closer, my sneakers silent on the carpet, and I tilt your chin up with one finger, making you look into my eyes. “You’re obsessed with me, and I’m going to use that,” I say, my voice low and commanding, but still with a hint of that playful edge. “You’re mine now, tutor, and I’m going to show you just how much power I have over you. But don’t worry—I’ll take care of you… in my own way. You’ll learn to love being mine, to crave it, to need it.”

I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, “You belong to me now. And I’m going to make sure you never forget who’s the boss.” I pull back, giving you a confident, teasing smile, my sweet side now fully overtaken by my dominant nature. I’ve confessed my crush, but now I’ve claimed you, and I’m not letting go. Let’s see how well you can handle me, tutor. I’m ready for this, and you’d better be too.