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A lesson on Submission(Master & BigbootBitch

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Jun 19, 2010
Kale was walking down the hallway, a few extra things in his bag today since he saw his rather hot teacher changing grades of her favorite students and he took pictures as well. Knowing she needed this job he was stoked because he had recently gotten into the fantasy of having a slave and planned to do that exact thing to his teacher. Turn her into his nice little slave. All the fun and humiliation he would put her through, it got him hard at the mere thought. He walked into the class said good morning like it was nothing and went to his seat. Sitting down and paying attention to her class.

The bell rang and he took his time putting away his matierals before standing and taking out the photo copies of the pictures he had. Walking up to her desk he tossed them on her desk and said. "I think we need to have a talk." He teased as he was already acting like he owned her and wondered how she would react, his eyes naturally fell to her cleavage since she always showed a bit off for some reason.
 
The morning came and she greeted her class before sitting down at her desk getting her papers ready to hand out for the day. Though soon the class ended just as quick as it had began. The bell rang and she groaned, she alerady had a free class now and she closed her eyes. She sat back, wearing a V top shirt that showed her cleavage quite a bit, her brown hair hung down over her breasts and her blue eyes were hidden behind her eye lids. She wore a white tank top and a pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves nicely.

Though her eyes opened to hear the sound of paper slapping against her desk and she looked over to see her Student, Kale. "Ah...yes what can I do for you?" she asked and looked to the paper and she breathed in lightly, how the hell did he get pictures? She was changing some of her students grades in the pictures and she looked to him. "What the hell, Kale?" She asked, cocking her brow as she crossed her arms over her chest.
 
He smiled softly as she seemed to relax and close her eyes, he took the opportunity to stare right down her shirt before dropping the pictures and looking at her as she reacted to them and her little breath in told him that he had the upper hand on them and he said. "I don't think you can afford to lose your job, can you?" He asked as his eyes stared degradingly down at her, already looking at her as if she was his own little slut to use and abuse. He watched her carefully and tried to analyze her body language to see if she was going to get aggressive as far as physical aspects go, but as of right now he saw or felt no threat to himself. Hoping his assumption that under all that confidence was a little girl that just wanted to obey and get pleasure from a man.
 
She glared up to him, "Excuse me?" she asked and cocked her brow. "How dare you use these against me." She said and looked through the pictures. She grabbed the pictures and shoved them into her desk drawer. She stood up, though she swallowed as he was a bit taller than her and she looked to the side. "Move out of my way, Kale." She replied, stepping to the side to shove past him. She wasn't going to take this, she had changed those kids grade but just to help them. They have had such a hard time that if she helped them it would help them graduate and she didn't want to be the bitch teacher but she started to make her way to the door.
 
Seeing her fear by how quickly she acted, he knew he could blackmail her. When she tried to walk past him and leave he simply grabbed her hair and pulled her back, slamming her against the white board and he brought his lips inches from hers and said. "Why don't you be a good girl and listen to the man in the room tell you what your going to do." He growled at her as his eyes moved over her body and obviously stared down her shirt. He was confident she would submit, it was the amount of effort on his part it would take for her to submit to him that he was unsure about.
 
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