CRACK. CRACK CRACKCRACK. The last thing I remembered hearing before I passed out from painwas my shrill shrieks of agony.When I came to I was laid on ...he floor - a whimpering, quivering messthat had wet himself - with the prison guards guffawing at my expense andMiss Stevens glaring down at me like a demon in a dress."What did I tell you, Josh?" she spoke, each word piercing my mind likean icicle. Suddenly I didn't feel so clever exploiting her phrasinganymore. The extent of my arrogance and. Looking back at the band for a bit, I enjoy the music and start to sway, losing my inhibitions and self-conscious manner in the beautiful music floating through the steamy tropical air. This truly is an assault on my senses, and I intend to enjoy every moment of it. ‘What, no drink waiting for me?’ I hear from behind me. Thinking it must be someone else being chided, I return to looking for you, only to find you standing in front of me, wearing a light floral sundress. I stand there, mouth. A gasp filled the room as he lightly bit my earlobe. As he unzipped my dress I got the last of his buttons undone and tore off his shirt. In one swift motion he slipped my dress from my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I kicked off my heels as I stepped out of it. Suddenly found myself standing in front of my professor in only a pair of lacy panties. A hooked finger shed me of my last article of clothing as I loosened his pants off his hips. He broke a kiss when my panties hit the floor and. ”I walked out slowly. I wanted him to watch me. It was petty, but I wanted to think that he would regret his lost chance. I walked out, not feeling triumphant, but sad. I got him to notice me, but now I wouldn't get more looks from him. A lot of what if's went through my mind; a relationship, bondage, letting myself be me, to spend nights in someone else's bondage, not my own.I was confusing myself. Angry with him, wanting him to fuck off. Enjoying the voice of command. Hating his assumptions.