He wants me to obey, he wants me to call him master, and honestly; I want that too. In most of my fantasies and daydreams I long to please and obey. ...But in real life, as it turns out, I have a really hard time doing just that. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I couldn’t.I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of. She took a few deep breathes, staring straight ahead, willing her breathing and her heart rate to become normal. After several minutes, she managed to stand once more. Sixteen years of being plagued with images, they still left her shaken and scared. She saw no rhyme or reason to them. They came and went without her being able to control them. They had no pattern. She wasn’t even sure it they were real or not. For all she knew they were just an outlet for her overactive imagination. No matter. My bookkeeping teacher, that I constantly flirted with, let me slide by because I didn't do any of my workbook lessons and I still got a "B" in the course.When I would take the bus to go to the pool, I always made sure I sat across from the best looking women on the bus. I would look at them and then down at their legs, and invariably they would give a hint of a smile, their eyes would sparkle, and then they would give me a flash of thigh and/or panties. This happened quite a lot and I guess. When my vision returned moments later, I saw Austin leaning over Nathan's shoulder, both of them grinning at the screen on Austin's iPhone. When I realized he had snapped a photo of me in my vulnerable position, I tried to pull away from Nathan, only to feel his hand grip the back of my head and shove my face into his crotch. My lips touched into his pubes, and I could do nothing but stare upwards as he held my head in place. Austin finally turned his phone around, and confirmed my fears. My.