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My Coed Dominatrix
A Slave For Her Sex
“Red, I already love you.”
“No, change that, you’re going to worship the ground I walk on. You understand. Slave!”
Growing up in the South and playing sports, I was called a lot of things, but this is the first time a sexy little coed has uttered Slave. To my surprise, the way she said it got me aroused.
“Listen carefully. I need you to go get some ice from the machine downstairs. I want a screwdriver, cause you are going to screw and drive me crazy.”
“Roll up some joints. I’m going to change, when I come out, we’re going to smoke and drink. I’ll decide if you’re worthy. Understand!”
“Yes Mistress.”
I think God, where did this dominatrix come from, what did she do with my sweet little Red. I’ve read about multiple personalities in Psych class. Maybe she’s one of those fetish chicks. Wow. Can’t read a book by its cover.
I made the screwdrivers, rolled two fat joints. I’m eager to fire up. Red has Quiet Riot, or one of those other hair bands playing in the bathroom. The Music Stops. She yells:
“Baby, are you ready?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She giggles.
