What I Really Want (Mathim and daylily)
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				Title: <strong>What I Really Want (Mathim and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 00:55:24</strong>
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				Biting her lip, she fought to keep quiet.&nbsp; Good little girl that she was, she wanted to please him.&nbsp; There was no one else.&nbsp; And she'd been more than willing, asking him to help her.&nbsp; Little had she known the tutoring sessions were much more instructive hands on...<br><br>She'd studied to hard, hoping to ace the test.&nbsp; Every thrust into her reminded her how well she had done, every question answered correctly.&nbsp; Every thrust taunted her, not allowed release, or any vocal recognition of what she was feeling.&nbsp; She could only hope he would let her show him how appreciative she was of his attentions.&nbsp; She squeezed her thighs tight around him, her walls almost begging to wash him in her juices...if only...<br><br>A bell rang loud in her ears, jolting her to her senses.&nbsp; Sitting up at her desk, she shakily arranged a stack of books at the edge of her desk, her hands nervously smoothing her blouse, and her legs squeezing together tightly, hidden behind her desk.&nbsp; They were times long done, she scolded herself.&nbsp; She'd lost him, only left to fend for her own.&nbsp; She could still remember the tears after they'd taken him away.&nbsp; How much she missed his touch.<br><br>Hearing the door to her classroom swing open, she looked up, clasping her hands on top of her desk, and smiling at the students as they came in.&nbsp; This was going to be a long hour.
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 03:28:23</strong>
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				Most students had sexual fantasies about their teachers...well, the young and/or good-looking ones, at least. But there was just something a little prudish about the English teacher that none of the boys really got turned on by, and so none of them viewed in a sexual way. Besides, at her age she was single and had a career. To them, that basically spelled L-E-S-B-I-A-N so she was an unspeakable, no one ever talked about her.<br><br>Except one student. He happened to be one of those outsider types, one who looked at things differently, enjoyed different things, had different opinions than the rest. He liked the librarian look and was very fond of the forbidden teacher/student fantasy. He'd even read some erotic fiction online and pleasured himself to it. So he would sit near enough the teacher that he always had a clear view of her, but not so near that she would notice the leering smile he was frequently giving her. Luckily no other students had noticed it either.<br><br>He was slim but not athletic, choosing academics over sports. Though he did have a bit of a wild streak (and thankfully had never gotten in trouble or caught) and wore his red hair long and tied back in a ponytail. He wore reading glasses that made his blue eyes sparkle even more, but only when it was necessary. His freckle-free skin was very lightly tanned from afternoon physical education and he was rather tall for a student his age, standing just over six feet. But no one would ever peg him for someone who was into all things kinky, and although inexperienced, very learned in sexual practices. Good old internet, he'd always say when in conversation with his friends.<br><br>That day someone took his usual seat, and he was irritated; he didn't want to say anything because usually he was rather quiet. So he sat up front, the only place left, where the teacher would probably noticing him staring at her in that way...
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 17:50:46</strong>
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				Inhaling sharply, she stood up, taking a book off the pile.&nbsp; She walked to the side of her desk, and leaned a hip on it casually as the second bell rang, a few students slipping in just after it.&nbsp; She followed them with her eyes as they slid into seats at the front,&nbsp; "You're late..."<br><br>Returning her attention to the class, she pushed her glasses up her nose, glancing down to the book.&nbsp; "Have any of you heard of John Polidori?"&nbsp; She smiled slightly, her blue eyes skimming over the grumbling mass.&nbsp; "Oh, hush, this isn't the reading assignment from hell.&nbsp; And I know most of you don't care, but the board of directors thinks that you are all mature enough to find literary merit in the next assignment."<br><br>She started to pace, walking in front of her desk, her shoes clicking on the tile floor.&nbsp; A clip held up her dark hair, looser today than it usually was, but it had been a hurried morning.&nbsp; "John Polidori was Lord Byron's personal physician and followed him on a health retreat into the Alps in 1816.&nbsp; Of course, this was the summer where they spent a good month with the Shelleys and where Mary penned Frankenstein.&nbsp; Well, for his dare, Polidori wrote a short story called "the Vampyre."&nbsp; Largely overlooked at the time, it was the seminal piece for your next assignment."<br><br>Her eyes briefly locked with the red-headed student on the first row, her gaze snapping away just as quickly.&nbsp; Retreating behind her desk, she raised her chin defiantly, even as her stomach quaked.&nbsp; His gaze was still upon her and she could feel it.<br><br>"Your next assignment, to be completed by the end of the week, will be Bram Stoker's Dracula.&nbsp; No watching the movies, though you certainly can add the movies to your list if you like.&nbsp; No Cliff's Notes, I have them memorized...&nbsp; I want full book notes by Monday...one week.&nbsp; And then we'll discuss in class.&nbsp; You have any questions, see me after class."<br><br>Putting the novel down on the top of the pile, she sank into her chair, pulling the textbook to her, "Please open to page 219, who can tell me the internal conflict of Hamlet?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 21:57:23</strong>
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				Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, it happened. Just like he knew it would, sitting there in prime eye-contact territory, and she saw the look he was giving her. She seemed to be reacting to it unlike he'd expected, not snapping at him or telling him to sit up straight and pay attention. Why would that be? Did she not object to such a thing? Was she conflicted? He planned to be a Psychology major in college and was already studying up on it; she must have had some relationship trouble and was feeling conflicted, possibly questioning her own motives, and potentially even considering an affair with a student. Oh, yes, reading all of those erotic fictions also helped him understand romantic dilemmas.<br><br>Class couldn't have blown by fast enough. He had no problems doing what tedious assignments she gave the class, for he was a fast reader. So he wasn't worried about finishing in time, and purposely held himself up after class to talk to her in private. Once the other students were gone and heading to lunch, he walked up to her desk and cleared his throat.<br><br>"Um...look, about that look I was giving you earlier...it's just a psychological curiosity I've had, I've been reading some books and finding out some interesting things. I know it's probably inappropriate to ask, but if you want to talk about anything, I might be able to help. I'm planning to be a Psychiatrist." he offered. His mouth lied, but his hungry eyes spoke the truth. His hand absently moved towards her and stroked the top of her wrist.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 23:19:40</strong>
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				She jerked her hand away as if she'd been scalded....no one touched her...not since...No.&nbsp; Her eyes blazed as she looked back at him defiantly, "You don't have to apologize or make excuses....and I do <em>not</em> need a shrink."&nbsp; She could feel her insides quaking again.&nbsp; That's what they had told her then...she needed to talk to someone, they could help her.&nbsp; They only man that could help her was securely behind bars.<br><br>"I don't...need any help, thank you..." she said softly, the venom gone as she sank back into her chair, averting her gaze.&nbsp; It wouldn't hurt to talk...truly...just not about <em>him</em>.&nbsp; She hadn't trusted herself since then...how wonderful he made her feel, how wrong everyone had said he had been to use her...other girls....she hadn't believed it.&nbsp; He loved her!&nbsp; Cared for her!&nbsp; Wanted her to excel!<br><br>She sighed softly, looking back up at him.&nbsp; "I'm sorry...maybe you'll let me...do that over...."&nbsp; she winced.&nbsp; "What does psychology tell you about me...?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 04:07:24</strong>
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				He smiled when her reaction changed. He put on a Freudian accent, and beckoned for her to sit down. He sat on the edge of her desk, still grinning, and chuckling lightly. "In a word? Relationship troubles. BIG relationship troubles. Some repressed memories too, possibly, or maybe they're just jumbled and unclear. And you're hiding something. Hiding something really big, and you put up a sort of facade to keep people from finding out, or even asking about it. I think it might have been something that happened a while ago, three to five years ago, maybe longer. And you've not talked to anyone about it. You're overcompensating for trying to hide it but it's on your mind constantly, whatever it is, and you need release. But you're afraid to get too close to anyone because...no, it's not because you don't want to get your heart broken, that would manifest itself differently, you'd try to overcompensate by having a lot of close friends but not boyfriends. I'd say it's someone who you never got over, and you're clinging to the hope that he'll come back someday. And even though you know deep down it'll never happen, you're keeping yourself hidden so no one will try to make you betray him. Am I right? Am I in the ballpark?" he asked her.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 05:29:13</strong>
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				She felt the color drain from her face, arms drawing across her chest in a protective move.&nbsp; He couldn't know that...no one knew.&nbsp; "You...hit the ballpark...yeah..."&nbsp; she said quietly.<br><br>Uneasily, she smoothed back her hair, trying to recover some semblance of decorum... "Maybe now is not the best time..."&nbsp; She looked at him, with an almost hopeful look on her face.&nbsp; What could he hope to gain from tormenting her like this?<br><br>She almost mentioned the idea she had about assigned seating...but she figured if there was any way she could spring it on the class easier, that was fine.&nbsp; The experience today, with his eyes on her, unsettled her...reminded her of <em>him</em>.&nbsp; And she wasn't quite sure how to react...as long as she'd kept him locked up in her heart...
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 15:52:38</strong>
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				"There is no best time. There is no worst time. This is painful no matter what. But in the end, it's better to have one surge of emotional pain than to have it last forever." he explained to her. "If you understand that concept you'll have an easier time dealing with this. I had one more thing to say-I'll be I reminded you of him in that moment, didn't I?" he smiled. "I'm betting he was abusive-probably pretty abusive, because I see fear in your eyes too. You're afraid of the memories, and haunted by his abuse. You think maybe if you don't walk the straight and narrow he'll come back and get you. I don't know how legitimate that thought is but I understand. However, there is nothing he can do to you while you're here, and you should know that, you're an adult. My diagnosis...you need someone. You need someone to take his place and make you forget about him."
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 20:50:15</strong>
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				She pressed her lips together, almost angry again.&nbsp; The young man didn't seem to understand...she wasn't afraid he'd come back and get her...she wanted him to find her again...that way she would never feel so adrift ever again.&nbsp; His control had calmed her, kept her safe...<br><br>"I'm not afraid..." she said quietly.&nbsp; "And I don't need to forget...I don't want to...that was the only time I've felt alive..."&nbsp; She drew her palms over her arms, as if to warm herself.&nbsp; "I probably would benefit from someone in my life but...there is no one."&nbsp; The truth was, she was uneasy...it was long past, and she never spoke of it.&nbsp; The media had, thankfully, long left her alone...the only one of the girls in the case that had had somewhat of an adjusted life.&nbsp; The others had had variable career and personal success...she was successful in her career, and had never had relationship trouble....of course she'd never had relationships either.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 00:42:55</strong>
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				"If you say so." he shrugged. "But if you change your mind, I'm always around to talk." he winked. He left her there alone and went back to his dorm. He decided to look her up on the internet, and perhaps see if he could find out more about her. It was really none of his business, but he felt sorry for her being so lonely so he decided to try to cheer her up, whether she wanted him to or not.<br><br>What he found was surprising. Her name came up in several news cases regarding a teacher arrested a number of years ago for repeated sexual abuse of her and a few other girls. He dug a bit deeper, however, and looked up the other two girls. They had both moved on and had families and children...they weren't messed up like she was, unable to have a healthy relationship...but that didn't make sense. His prediction was that she'd had a bad relationship...she was reacting like a case of that. Had she actually considered that perverted teacher to be her lover? That would explain some things.<br><br>He began to ponder the situation more and more, until he came up with a theory. Maybe she had succumbed to the sexual torture, and become addicted to it. And now that she was in withdrawal from it, she could not give herself to anyone else. She didn't want a man to love...she wanted a man to dominate her, to treat her like an animal. That was the only way she could feel loved, the only way she could enjoy herself. Well, if that was what she wanted, that was what she would get. And he, happily, would be the one to provide it.<br><br>He printed out the article where she was identified as the victim, and left his dorm just after dinner, and went to her teaching dorm room. Much larger than the students' rooms, and with private bathrooms and kitchen units. He knocked on her door, wondering how she would react to his bit of meddling...and how she would react to his proposition.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 19:42:11</strong>
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				The knock startled her, a splash of red wine spilling on the paper she was grading.&nbsp; "Shit..."&nbsp; she muttered, looking around for a napkin to wipe the stain up with.<br><br>"Just a second...." she called toward the door, grabbing the remote and hitting pause on her CD player.&nbsp; She set the glass on the coffee table carefully before standing, and snagged a washcloth off the laundry basket full of clean, folded clothes.&nbsp; Still in workclothes, she had only kicked off the shoes and taken her hair down...much more comfortable in her mind...<br><br>Stepping around a pile of books, she pulled the door open to be met with the student that had sought her out earlier.&nbsp; "Oh...ah...come in?"&nbsp; She blanched a little, knowing beyond would look less like a teacher's abode and something more like a chaotic tornado from hell had blown through.&nbsp; The common room was light and airy, strewn with books and papers, the light on the CD player in the corner blinking indignantly for the pause.
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 20:43:58</strong>
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				"Why, thank you." he smiled, not expecting to be allowed in so freely. He would have thought it would normally be against the rules to have a teacher allow a student into their dorm room. But no matter, he was sure he'd be seeing a lot more of it from that day forward.<br><br>"I found something rather interesting. Can you guess what?" he asked her, though he held up the paper with the article on it so she could clearly see. "I know what happened to you and those other girls. That man is going to be locked away for a good long time. You won't ever see him again anyway, will you? By then he won't want to, getting it in his own ass from all of his fellow jailbirds. The other two victims went on to lead mostly normal lives, though. Why haven't you? Or can I take a few guesses?" he grinned.<br><br>"My theory is, you liked what he was doing. You developed such a strong addiction to being enslaved by him, you wanted it to continue even after it ended. And that's not exactly healthy. But you've never sought help for it, that's proven to me that you are never going to get over it. He turned you into a masochist and that is who you are now, inside and out." he diagnosed her.<br><br>"And I'm here to offer you what you've been craving. What do you say? Let me put the spurs to you, give you the discipline and punishments you want, and let you have what you've been missing all these years. Or...I could put copies of this all over the school." he added in a bit of blackmail.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:04:56</strong>
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				Her gut churned, backed into a corner, with nowhere to go.&nbsp; As much as she felt, she tried to block it, chin high,&nbsp; "Put what over the school?&nbsp; That a teacher was put on her back for one of her teachers, when she was still a student?&nbsp; Taken over and over again until she didn't know which way was up...only to learn that if she did what he asked, she'd be rewarded?&nbsp; The psychology teacher can tell you that's the way of the human mind.&nbsp; I loved him before he ever touched me..."<br><br>She turned away, forcing herself to talk through a constricted throat.&nbsp; "How long did it take you to find that out....?"&nbsp; She pointed at the paper.&nbsp; Her heart thudded in her chest.&nbsp; "This is hardly the way to tell someone you like them... 'Sleep with me or I'll blackmail you with public knowledge'."&nbsp; She shuddered.&nbsp; Little did he know, it was working.
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 22:10:13</strong>
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				"You don't need to lie to me. Any old master will do for you, won't it? After all, if I had you blindfolded, you wouldn't know who was fucking you." he laughed. "I haven't just been reading up on psychology, I've been reading a lot about erotica and sexual dominance. Quite interesting stuff, gave me lots of ideas. I think I can bring you back to when you were happiest with your role being at the end of a leash. All you have to do is say 'Yes, Master'." he crossed his arms, waiting for her to submit. "Public humiliation would also be very fun, and quite a turn-on for me. Either way I'll have my fun. And nobody would believe I was blackmailing you, after all, I'm the underage student, you're the teacher who never sought psychiatric help after such a traumatic incident. You wouldn't get fired so much as committed to a mental hospital or put in prison, I bet. I really have you backed into a corner, don't I? That's just the beginning. I'll give you some time to think it over, if you need it. By tomorrow night, you'd better make your choice." he stood up.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 22:31:38</strong>
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				She sank to her knees next to the coffee table, fingers trembling as she dabbed at the spill on the papers there.&nbsp; Every bit of her was quaking, not just her hands, and she knew it.&nbsp; "If I were blindfolded, I don't know as I'd care...." came the bare whisper.&nbsp; Carefully folding the washcloth back and setting it down,&nbsp; she looked brieftly up at him before dropping her eyes again.<br><br>Her feet gave underneath her, slipping the tops of them against the carpet, her arms wrapping around her ribcage unconsciously.&nbsp; She felt bare.&nbsp; "I've made my choice...when do we begin?"<br><br>After all, it was easy to pretend...
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 15:57:31</strong>
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				He smiled brightly, happy that she'd agreed to his terms. "Tomorrow night." he replied. "Tonight, I need you to go run an errand for me." he explained. Students weren't allowed off-campus, but teachers were free to come and go as they please. "Go to the nearest adult movie store, and buy these items." he pulled another piece of paper out of his pocket. It had on it various types of erotic devices, dildos and handcuffs, ball gags and leashes/collars, lubricants and even costumes. "Once you get those, we begin the fun tomorrow night." he concluded.<br><br>This was going to be great. He may have had no experience but now he could get all of it that he wanted with her, and be her dominating master while he was at it. Power was a great turn-on for him, so this was the best situation that could occur.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 03:48:00</strong>
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				She took the slip of paper and looked it over, almost clinically.&nbsp; A few of the costumes on the list nearly made her crack a smile.&nbsp; "A few questions..."&nbsp; she said, tucking the slip away.&nbsp; "One...why me?&nbsp; And two...how long have you been planning this?"<br><br>She stayed on the floor, assured he meant what he said, and he'd give her until tomorrow night to prepare.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how she felt about another looking at her, touching her, telling her what she could and could not do...&nbsp; She had only ever wanted him, but the young man was right...she'd never see him again...and even if she did, he wouldn't recognize her at all...
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 23:17:58</strong>
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				"Well, it's not really any of your business why, my new little pet..." he grinned. "But I've always had a teacher fetish and I love the way you look, very classy and sexy, that's the way you can tell who the real freaks are because of the guise they put on. And I've only been planning this specific plot for about an hour now, since I found out the real reason behind why you are the way you are." he explained. "Now get busy thinking how you're going to get ahold of all those things by tomorrow night. I don't want to be kept waiting. Oh, and before I forget, no touching yourself from now on, unless I tell you it's all right. Oh, and...no wearing any panties tomorrow to class." he laughed.<br><br>He left her room without another word, satisfied that his job was done for now. Tomorrow night, the real fun would begin and she would once again be dominated the way she had been craving for so many years. It was ironic that it was her teacher doing this to her when she was a student, and how her student was doing it to her while she was a teacher...
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 18:12:33</strong>
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				***<br><br>She arrived at her classroom early the next morning, prepared for her class.&nbsp; More Shakespeare.&nbsp; How she hated Shakespeare.&nbsp; She never quite understood what steered her toward that particular teaching career, but it had sort of happened....&nbsp; Maybe it was the naive hope that she'd be allowed to hold a class completely based in Romantic literature...<br><br>She had followed his instructions almost to a T.&nbsp; She had worn a dress today, so she wouldn't flash anyone with his admonition to not wear underwear...she was not an exhibitionist.&nbsp; She had found all the things on his list but one.&nbsp; One that had made her blush when she realized she already had what he wanted on that.&nbsp; One of the costumes.&nbsp; He did truly want to recreate that little bit of her life, didn't he?&nbsp; She shuddered, slipping into her chair.&nbsp; <br><br>Picking up the novel she'd assigned yesterday, she flipped the well-worn book open to the last place she'd stopped, and continued reading, waiting for her classes to begin for the day.
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 19:56:15</strong>
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				(I hope I find out soon what this costume is; or can I guess? Erotic schoolgirl?)<br><br>He wasn't like most other students who would have blackmailed a teacher; he wanted something besides privileges like skipping class or getting an 'A' without doing any of the work. And unlike the others, he wouldn't actually have put up those blackmail images and articles. He knew she would say yes. There was no way she would refuse him, not just because of the threat, but because she really, truly wanted that to happen to her again. It was her life, she wasn't really 'living' now, just 'existing', and he wanted to give that life to her. The threat of blackmail was just so she would listen to his proposal. Her desire to return to that life of fulfillment was what made her say 'yes'.<br><br>He was already getting good grades in all of his classes so he still showed up, though he said nothing to her in class and she never called on him. He did his work quickly and quietly while the rest of the class listened, so he would have plenty of free time to indulge with her. He began to plan ahead what he would ask her to do each night, wondering if he, having no actual sexual experience beyond masturbating, would really be able to satisfy her enough to keep her submissive each night. If the sex wasn't good, would being dominated be enough to make her put up with it and not call it off, even if she thought he'd still go through with his blackmail threat? He'd find out soon, and he hoped she wasn't expecting too much from him pleasure-wise, at least not until he got experienced and better at it.
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