He looked me up and down and asked if that would be all. I swallowed and meekly said yes. I sat the drinks down and when I went to hand him the five d...llars I dropped the bill on the floor. I looked him in the eyes and smiled then turned, bent over at the waist, spreading my legs some where he could see my bare cunt and ass from behind. I felt my face flushed with the heat of humiliation. My knees weaken and my pussy was getting so wet. I raised back up and the young man's eyes were as wide. My dad could never understand why the best grade I ever got in English was a 'C', but he never complained about my math. I spent my first five years of school in a one-room schoolhouse, with a real taskmaster. Mr. Donaldson was a strong disciplinarian. Fortunately for me, I didn't get hit with that ruler too many times. One of the advantages of having him as a teacher, however, was that he didn't believe in holding anyone back in an area of study. By the time I was in his 5th grade class, I was. You want him to get used to submitting, and you used to dominating. For example, make him make the bed every morning from now on instead of you. Even something as inconsequential as making the bed will have a submissive effect on him and it will be something to build on later. For example, when you feel the time is right you can add to his responsibilities, "Honey, since you're doing such a great job making the bed everyday, I'm going to have you clean the entire bedroom every morning from now. ." (that's a sort of generic term of respect – 'lord' or 'sir'). "I think you are a kind man. She is your slave. I do not mean that badly. She is devoted to you already and that will only grow ... I ... it's none of my business, but, please, cherish her."I could feel the intensity, the sincerity behind her words. "Thank you," I said, "I will."We walked back to the hotel, Sofia practically skipping beside me with excitement. Before we got there, however, we passed a restaurant and as it was.