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Sitting there in the darkened room, waiting. What will come next in this self designed hell? Kissy sat there so scared of what will come next, excited of what will come next. Had it been only a month?
Kissy always knew there was something different about her, she was more dedicated to most, couldn’t stand to see those she loved to be unpleased. Many would call her a push over, when really, she just needed those around her to feel cherished and loved. Feelings she so rarely felt herself.
At 24, Kissy was very attractive to most. Standing pettily at 5’ 3”, with dark auburn hair that cascaded down her narrow shoulders, well developed breast to fill a 32C, a narrow waist, full hips, and such soft creamy skin, the package was well appreciated by men. Kissy unfortunately just hadn’t found that right man, most bored her. Her relationships were found unfulfilling and there was just a huge void in her life that she couldn’t figure out.
She had stumbled across some BDSM sites and soon saw so many of her own traits here. So she went to one of those online sites to talk with others like her. It was a great thing, she learned so much, and met such interesting people.
Jon had been in the lifestyle for many years. At 36, he’d been around that block and was becoming burnt out of the scene. He went to the sites out of sheer boredom and because it was something to do. He offered advice to those who asked, but nothing stood out as prospects.
One night he was talking to this girl. She seemed honestly interested and was hitting things on the nose. Coming up with answers that subs twice her age usually struggled with age. He was impressed, not that he’d ever tell her that. Thinking that her description of herself was just too good to be true, he asked for her picture. Although she seemed hesitant at first, she gave it to him. Loading the picture up on his PC he stared in disbelief. He knew first hand she was a knock out, it was his nephew’s prissy little teacher. Right then and there he started to form a plan.
Kissy went to work, just another day, another dollar. It was parent teacher conferences this week and she only had a few that day. She was not looking forward to the drop dead gorgeous guardian of the school bully. There was something about him that made a girl stand up and take notice.
Time quickly went by, and next thing she new she was standing face to chest with the man.
“Good morning, Sir. Please take a seat.” The conference went like most others, but when the subject of his behavior came up, is when he seemed to come alive.
“Look, I do my job and you do yours. I don’t have trouble with his behavior at home, maybe you should come by and see for yourself,” the words took her by surprise.
Hesitantly she tried to reassess the situation. But she could see no down fall, maybe if he saw that this man and her stood together there could be some advantages, worse case scenario a bad meal.
“Fine, what time do you want me over?”
Jon couldn’t believe how well this was working out for him. The boy was out with friends for the weekend, and he knew she thought the boy would be there. Oh the lessons he could teach the teacher.
“Lets make it early, how about
She blinked at him, as if he suggested to fuck her on the table right now. Not a bad idea, but he had other plans.
“Fine, see you then.” She stood up and stomped away. Oh, Jon thought to himself, he’s going to have fun tonight.
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