‘What are you?’ ‘I’m a slut Sir.’
‘I only let very very very submissive sluts suckle on my cock.’ He said. ‘Beautiful.’
Carla smiled. Sex She was still single, renting a terrible apartment, in a noisy neighborhood, working a dead end job in the IT department of an golf supply company. Immediately she felt lightheaded. Thank you sir.’ Carla said fervently, now she realized what he was talking about. She felt small, she felt humiliated. She grabbed her violin tighter around the neck. The tea tasted bitter, and the last sip was quite granular, she saw a trail of white residue sticking to the edge of her cup. She happily inhaled deeply. ‘Sink deeper and deeper into that hypnotic sleep. ‘Yes, sir.’ She said again. He was the teacher, he would know what was right. His fingers clasping in her hair. She wanted to obey. She didn’t know where she was, only his voice was there, his words were like a will-o’-the- wisp, luring her deeper and deeper into the misty sleepiness. ‘Let’s do this.’ She yawned again. ‘So you first have to prove you’re submissive enough to be worth it.’
She nodded frantically. ‘Thank you, Sir.’ She mumbled. ‘So Carla.’ He said. You’ll be one of my sex slaves.
