" Oh ok Mr. P. I got it. Wear panties and not talk about it in school. Gottcha" Lexi said, and went off to lunch. After she left I thought to myself a...out what he hell I was going to do with this girl, and what had I gotten myself into. Only time would tell exactly what I was in store for.***That night I pulled my car into the drive way of my house. i sat in my car for a moment to recollect my thoughts. I thought I noticed something and looked in my rear-view mirror. I knew I had to get a grip. Maybe it was because I wore my corset to school and noticed some of the firefighter trainees staring at me. Dirty thoughts kept running through my mind; How hot it would be to be pinned up against a wall by strong arms, how it would feel to have big hands running over the corset, I secretly love it when someone asks to touch my corset it sends tingles up and down my spine. I couldn't focus in art class, I kept thinking about the firemen in the parking lot, about being fucked hard in the back of. "She started to dress as she thought how she could follow up on her gutfeeling.She arrived home later that afternoon, undressed, showered and thenstanding naked in her bedroom, began to form a plan in her mind.Stepping into a pair of white silk panties, she pulled them up her longlegs, and settled the soft fabric around her waist. She took the matchingbra from her drawer, and leaning forward slightly, clasped it to herbreasts.If I leave home tonight as if I'm going to bridge as he expects, I. "On a scale of one to ten? About a seven, I guess." I grinned."You might be surprised how many submissives, both male and female, actually work in positions of authority. I guess it's kind of like a rebound effect."My mind conjured up Chantelle calling me 'Sir', and admiring my cock. But Chantelle wasn't a submissive, was she? "Is it like they want to balance their hectic and responsible lives with a period where they lack responsibility, a time when they lack control?" Ooooo... well said, Sir..