Even the girl students were jealous of her because no one looked at them in Shanu’s class. She didn’t demand attention but commanded it with her f...isty personality.That day she was wearing a simple brown saree with a flimsy, cream-colored cardigan. She’d left the front buttons of her figure-hugging sweater open and passed her saree pallu through it. The raindrops became bigger, and it started pouring. Shanu ma’am was now running ahead of us. I’d heard she was an athlete in her student days. And. “You want some fruit? There’s apples and pears, strawberries and grapes; some kind of melon pieces and orange sections. I don’t know what this green stuff is.”“It’s kiwi,” she said absently.“You want some? Or,” I grinned at her, “It’s kind of sexy when a man feeds his woman.”“Am I your woman?” she asked in a soft voice.“For today,” I replied. “Until eleven.”“Will you make love to me?”“I’ll do whatever you want,” I replied.“Feed me, then. And afterwards, make love to me. Show me what it’s. Power is a delicate balance here.My position is not so secure I can make a move against one of the mostwell established dommes in the place. Besides, most of her captiveseither deeply desire to be treated like she treats them, or to bebrutally honest, deserve the treatment she gives them. I do try andrescue some of the more innocent sissies that are drawn into her web,but... let's just say you my dear little bitch are a special case."I nod swallowing. "Thank you Mistress."We go up in the lift,. She was blushing, and I couldn't tell whether it was because she was nervous or horney."I...I'm a virgin. Please be gentle..." she said, turning that redder than red color she had a while back.For the second time in one day, I was at a loss for words. I mean, losing your virginity as a guy...it's a little different for us than it is for girls. You can't tell the difference, we don't have a cherry to pop. I honestly was a little worried. I'm a big guy downstairs, at eight inches, I was afraid.