His chin rose up. He took a deep breath of air. He smiled as his hand controlled hers and pressed it against his limp but wanting cock. "Do you like i... at all"She did not say yes but she did not say no. He kept the hand against his crotch. He watched her as he kept it against it. He pressed hard and moved it around it. He was ready and wanted her to see and feel it for real."Here" he said as he let go of her hand and undid his slacks. "Feel it a little more" he told her. He smiled into her. She replaced her cosmetics in the bathroom, although remarking as she did so."I won't have use for them, but I am happy to see them back on this shelf. She stopped suddenly as she came out of the bathroom. "Chad. Would you prefer that I sleep in the spare room?" No I wouldn't." I replied firmly. "I want you back where you belong, in our bed sleeping next to me. This is no halfway house situation. We will make it together or fail together. But I don't expect failure. As far as your make up is. “I will address you as, Slave, Pet, Submissive, or Doggy and you will call me Mistress!”“Yes Mistress.”“You will follow each of my directives as though they are military commands. Is that perfectly clear?”“Yes Mistress.”She slipped her nightgown off and tossed it on her bed.“Now the fun begins, “she said running her fingers through his hair and petting him on his head, “You may lick my hand as any good doggy would do to show that you appreciated the kindness of your Mistress. I will reward you. . what should you do... to earn this scholarship?" he asked rhetorically as if he were playing with me. "This must be a... challenging... assignment for you to earn this scholarship."He had toyed with me long enough. Mr. Krupp glided back to his desk, glass of liquor in hand, where I was seated in his office chair. He stood imposingly before me, his exposed belly fat now in front of my nose. I froze. He reached down and took my hand with his own, placing it on crotch of his pants, forcing.