‘Yeah,’ Camilla said. Then she saw a cute young man, tall, thin, and blond, walk into the bar. She looked at him and grinned invitingly. He blushe... and sat at the tip rail. ‘What a cutie he is! I’m going onstage and getting naked for him.’ She immediately got up and started towards the stage. ‘But Camilla,’ Vera said. ‘You don’t work here. They won’t let you.’ ‘Oh, yes they will,’ Camilla said, using her psychic powers to ‘inform’ both the DJ and the stripper about to go on that it was now. I coughed but she did not stop and I tried to swallow. She was surprised and happy. She said ” arrey waah tu pee liya jaanu”.From that day she started taking control. It was just piss drinking and licking her clean for few days and I understood tat I am a complete submissive. Then she started browsing about femdom and started becoming more mean and cruel. She made me resign my job and move in with her and now I am her slave. She came in from work one day n called me and said “kuthe aaj meri. I had been so into masturbating I hadn’t heard the bell ring. ‘It doesn’t matter, I want her to write me up anyway,’ I remembered. As I walked in, Ms. Jones stopped class and watched me. I put my bookbag down at my desk and went to get my trumpet. “Bobbi, come up here”, Ms. Jones said. I walked to her desk. She looked me in the eye and asked, “Why are you late to class?” “I was in the bathroom,” I replied. “I see. What’s that on your face?” She asked. I touched the bruise and said, “I dropped. I couldn't help but let out a low groan; such was the intensity of his teasing. When his finger began tracing my drenched slit through the silky material, up and back down slowly, my hips were bucking up off the bench as much as my restraints would allow. Grandpa had the most heavenly expression on his face to go along with his broad, smirking grin. He knew I had no self-control left by now, and I was his to do whatever he chose. For now, apparently he chose to continue to stimulate my clit.