I love it when he is in full control of me. Today, I had a surprise when he got here. I had rehearsed it in my mind what I wanted to do to him. When ...e got here, I had him stand in the middle of the room. I had a blindfold ready for him that I put on him. He had to stand still as I slowly undressed him. I started with his shirt, button by button. I moved slowly to give him the anticipation that he always gives me. He couldn't touch me, but he could talk to me. I finished the buttons and slid. Bathrooms and toilets were at the end of the corridor with the house masters room virtually opposite my dorm.i was always very sporty, and loved my rugby and athletics. The gym teacher Mr Calvert also taught us science. He was quite a good looking guy, tall, blond and probably in his mid to late twenties. I never knew his proper age. And he's probably the reason I've always had a thing for tall blond guys. I'd been there about 4 weeks, the last lesson on Thursday before dinner, or tea, if. I desperately wanted to be one of those because I felt I was far too young to die just yet.I lifted a grate and descended into an evil-smelling hell-hole of urine that must have been a holding pit for the urinals of the main mess-hall. It was either that or the grease-pit that actually smelled even worse. The silly shot-gun slid off my shoulder and I was unarmed once again. The odds were so great that I didn’t think it made much of a difference. The last thing I saw was a pair of young female. Just call me Stallion, since all of the other slave girls do. You're probably wondering why I look familiar. I have been stalking you around your hangouts for a while and you have seen me at least a few times. I wanted you to. This makes the moment we're in all the more visceral." What am I doing here? Why are my arms tied? Where am I? What are you going to do to me?"The man interrupts her ranting and raving by holding his hand up to slap her. He stops, since that has the desired effect."Hmmm..