STEPHANIE<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It’s not the same with a strap on. You can buy the best dildo you can get, ones that are freshly moulded off a stud’s package. They look, smell, and feel real, and even give you a squirt of hot cream if you ride it long enough, but it’s not the same. But, if you’re offering to sub, I might just take you up on that..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"No, no,"</strong>I smiled back nicely,<strong>"Not offering to sub. With me wearing the cock it would be you down on your knees doing the worshipping my love."</strong>I held her gaze steadily. It became almost a blinking battle. I raised one eyebrow teasingly. She tried to distract me my groping my chest and then backed off by offering more explanation.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes, the student who wrote this paper. Come on, Steph, read it. Mr. Kevin Hadley knows a lot more about domination and submission than it outright says. It won’t be hard to keep him trussed up in the closet when I’m not using him."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Hadley? I know him. I take him for Literature. Is that his piece on the South American authors? He did a critique of 'Pernambuco Sunrise' by Eduardo Rodriguez. About the nineteenth century rubber plantations of north-east Brazil. I know it. There's a scene between a slave and the plantation owners European wife. It usually gets construed as a symbol of white supremacy and got the book some bad press back in the fifties and sixties when the race riots were all the rage. But it's about submission. I know the chapter well. I'll read Mr. Hadley's work again. I've marked it once but not being desperate for cock like you are, my love, the subby overtones went right past me."</strong><br/><br/>Maybe Nat sensed defeat here? Or maybe she sensed victory? Or she probably just sensed that sex would weaken my resolve which is why she might have come down for a second kiss. This one was much nicer than the first and went on longer and was more... wet. I could feel myself becoming aroused. My hand left her breast and slid down her stomach to her lap, the fingers slipping under the tiny useless skirt hem to rest on the silky bulge of her panties. I gently stroked one fingertip up and down... up... and down... up. And down...<br/><br/>The kiss ended, but Nat's molestation of my tit did not, nor did my slightly more energetic fingering of her soft woman place through her knickers. Up and down... up and down... press a little more. Especially just<em>there</em>.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You worried I might switch to boys only, that I might fall in love? Sweetie, you know that with a body like yours, <em>I</em> know where the real deal is. I fell in love a long time ago. What do you want me to do to prove it?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"You don't need to prove your love to me at all my darling. I'm quite confident I have you <em>exactly</em> where I need you..."</strong>I smiled wickedly (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/StephanieWest_02.jpg), winking again to show her I wasn't being entirely serious. I knew Nat was as confident a D as I and I knew it would rile her to be told I was on top. When we played our games it was more common for me to switch to the bottom than her so when I did get to top her I found it all the more enjoyable. This discussion offered opportunities.<br/><br/><strong>"So even if you keep Hadley safely trussed up between playtimes... he still might blab his mouth off or even take pictures on his phone. Or go whining to momma. Or worse still the Daily Examiner. You'd need to take careful precautions... like the rope marks on his wrists not showing when he strips for phys ed. I have serious doubts darling but why don't we do some more checks. Maybe on his locker after hours and on the sites his school internet ID has accessed. Stuff easy to check on. Meanwhile..."</strong>I continued to less gently stroke her cunt through her panties,<strong>"Meanwhile I'll re-read his critique of Rodriguez and think of the nice things I can do with you in return for say... giving the nice Mr. Hadley an... interview? How does that sound?"</strong>